Thursday, July 31, 2008

This just in from Dave in Austin:

Concise but complete journalism. Who, what, when and where. The last sentence answers the question we all had since we read the headline.

Man hits bear on motorcycle

Associated Press - July 29, 2008 9:45 AM ET

WATERBURY, Vt. (AP) - A Hinesburg man is recovering from broken bones after he hit a bear while riding a motorcycle on Vermont Route 100 in Waterbury.

The state police says that 52-year-old Neale Gow was southbound on Route 100 at about 6 p.m. Sunday when the bear moved into the road on front of him.

Gow was thrown from his motorcycle. He was hospitalized with broken bones.

There is no word on the condition of the bear.

Copyright 2008 The Associated Press.

Monday, July 28, 2008

saturday we took Saul to the kid-gym and played, Sara had a day in santa cruz.

Sunday, I woke up with projects to do, and did them. I'd purchased long rods for the car top carrier on the corvair, i got them painted mounted and padded.

in parallel, i bought a folding, metal, bumper mount bicycle rack off ebay ($9, Shipped!) I took it apart, sanded it, primed and painted it, replaced bolts, got it all back together and mounted on the van.

Now I can move canoes and bicycles, hoorah!

I also tightened the exhaust pipe mounts so it is quieter.

then I did some stuff around the house, got my haircut, and am generally in good shape

when I dropped Tarzan off at Daycare this morning, they told me same stomach bug ripped through the place last week, and all kids and staff were down. Phooey

Sunday, July 27, 2008

ok, maybe I am confused, but this is an ad for $300 blue jeans, that come with paint on them.

Now I am just a dumb country boy from North East Texas, but I try to NOT have paint on my jeans. I like the $14 jeans from Academy in Austin, but my pal Chris has to buy them and send them to me, cause there is no Academy out here.

Look on the ad, they sell them in a size 44 waist. I bet J Crew does not have $300 jeans for size 44. Ya know why? Cause men that big don't want painted pants. Me either.

I remember when it was Academy Surplus, and they sold army surplus and cheap clothes. Now they are fancy upscale sports, with big, nice stores all over the state. And ya know what? The $14 will probably last a lot longer than $300 custom crafted ones.

and when I get paint on my pants, I use mineral spirits to get the paint off them.

Seriously? do people REALLY pay $300 for "hand crafted" messy jeans?

Friday, July 25, 2008

And Buzz, and Taylor, Mike & Evie, me & Sara, and now Julia.

Apparently whatever it was, we got it, and it involves explosions from both directions.

I thought I was over it, and my folks took me for birthday dinner, Sara was not feeling up to it.

I THOUGHT I was over it, but after eating? food... still explosive. Darn!

I am hoping this quits, soon.

it appears the poop-pukefest was a 24 hr bug, as both Sara and I are feeling a little better.


Thursday, July 24, 2008

Tomorrow, July 25th, will be my 44th birthday. 44 years.

My son Saul was born 2 years ago on July 22nd. 2 years.

I've seen Neil Armstrong walk on the moon, the Berlin wall come down, the Worldwide Web go up. I've seen us go from the greatest country on the planet, where every kid wanted to be president? To the worlds largest consumer of cocaine.

What amazing wonders will Saul see in his lifetime? What memories will he pass on to his children?

I've survived cancer
I've survived 2 years of a kid who will not willingly eat
Car and motorcycle crashes, economic downturns, lost and found jobs.

Divorce taught me friends are your family
Cancer taught me life is short and every moment, good and bad, is precious.
Chemo taught me friends and family is all you have.
I'm pretty well blessed in the friends department.

on his birthday, Saul had a stomach bug that caused him to vomit a lot. (more than usual)

Today? Sara and I had same thing. Sat around puking and pooping, and generally feeling horrible.

You know what?

I am sick and tired of building character. I'm tired of life's lessons. I am tired of hard hard work. I want the good stuff. I want the easy life. and I want it NOW!

send me an email, wish me a happy birthday.
Presence, not presents.

birthday images

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

hooray! Tarzan is 2

reality mining. an interesting article I just finished on how people communicate in the work environment.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Well, Tomorrow is my kid's birthday. He will be 2. Very exciting times.

Sara's folks are here. My folks are here. We went to Mike & Evie's for dinner.

And he ate! He used a spoon, and he spooned mashed potatoes and gravy. Into his mouth! It was super cool.

And Yes Debbie, I remember you, and will tell brilliant stories to my kiddo about his great grandma Sylvia. As well as his other relations.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

yesterday was our meeting with the Children's Health Council. It went very well, a staff from SIX different "specialties" watched us feed Tarzan, then came to help try other things.

They feel it will be possible to build an action plan, With Sara, Saul and I going every wednesday for the next 8 weeks, for 2 hours, 1st hour focus on him, 2nd hour on us.

Expensive? Yes, but if it gets him eating, well worth it.

I would go into detail, but her folks are here with Taylor, and its a handfull, so I am not big on the free time. (Nice handfull! YAY! Cookies) I cannot eat

OH, broke sub-170lbs today, 168 on the scale, not bad. Will relax diet over next week as both sets of grandparents are in for Saul's birthday. But will not go crazy about it

Monday, July 14, 2008

NPR story on the InBev buyout of American icon, Budweiser. Love or not the beer, it has been a symbol and drink of most things American since 1852. that's a lot of beer. foreign owned now

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

the new Miss Texas is from Longview.

i cannot begin to explain how I know this

Today, a Plethora!

From June 26, Saul did some photography. A self portrait, Dad, and another self portrait.

and some motorcycle stunt work.

Playing in the fort.

Here is the new fan and toilet installed.

Then, this morning, this beautiful, adorable young man woke me up. He was calling "mommy mommy mommy" but she was asleep with ear plugs in. I walked in and saw THIS young lad standing up in the sleeper. Facing me, holding his hand out. and he said "daddy, i got you a booger from my nose" and handed it to me. :) Life is full of special moments.....

so we got up and played in the fort

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

ow ow ow

and? 10 lbs down, yay atkins

it is HOT in San Jose. VERY hot. phooey, I've lived in NorCal too long, and gone soft.

hope all ya'll are stayin cool and air conditioned!

Monday, July 07, 2008

a very smart, close, dear friend of mine was working up a bit of advice to deliver. The situation is unimportant, the content of the advice is brilliant.

let me know what you think.

(cause I know, often, this applies to me)

"It just can't be everyone else. It just mathematically, physically can not."


In the comments, someone anonymously wrote:

Anonymous said...

my legacy dies when I do.

You're a lucky man.

To have something to live for.

To wake up in the morning and have meaning.


I don't know who wrote it, but must be someone who reads my weblog. And? I gotta tell you, I think about this all the time. I do not know what my great great grandfather's name is. I barely know about my grandfather. I want my son to know about how wonderful his grandfathers are.

But more than legacy for the future? I want my son to know about wonderful people in the here and now.

So your legacy only dies if you let it. Feel free, come teach Tarzan a lesson, teach him something new. And he will carry that with him, and a small part of you, that he is carrying with him, will live on for a while....


so now some photos

Saul and pop playing with the computer in bed.

the hotel I spent one night in Moab, Utah

And the destruction I have wrought on my right hand Pinkey finger last night. I was changing tires on Sara's DRZ 400. She does not like the MT-21 dual sport tires. they are KNobbies, and do not ride so nicely on the street. So I was changing them to a radial (smooth) for better ride. I had everything swapped and mounted, was putting the front wheel back on, and managed to get my finger caught between the brake rotor mount and the brake caliper. It pinched both sides of the finger, which bubbled up some in the middle. the nail is blue and hideous, the left side scrape skin fell off, and seems to be healing, the right side is a big dent, where the skin lifted up, but seemd to have smooshed back down and is healing. I am keeping it slathered with Neosporin and other antibiotics. I wash it regularly with hydrogen peroxide, and keep it covered unless I am indoors and clean, when I try to let it breathe some.

I am fairly certain, from the pain, that the bones inside got mashed, however, it is a fingertip, all they will do is tape it to the next finger, so I am unwilling to go sit in line, AGAIN at a ER, to be told what I am doing is correct, now give us $3500.

Saturday, July 05, 2008

photo credid Dave Doudna

Thursday, July 03, 2008

An old Jewish man was finally allowed to leave the Soviet Union, to emigrate to Israel. When he was searched at the Moscow airport, the customs official found a bust of Lenin.

The customs officer asked, What is that?
The old man replies,
What is that? What is that?
Don't say What is that?
Say Who is that?
That is Lenin! The genius who thought up this worker's paradise!

The official laughed and let the old man through.

The old man arrived at Tel Aviv airport, where an Israeli customs official found the bust of Lenin.

The customs officer asked, What is that?
The old man replies
What is that? What is that?
Don't say What is that?
Say Who is that?
That is Lenin! The son of a bitch! I will put him on display in my toilet for all the years he prevented an old man from coming home.

The official laughed and let him through.

When he arrived at his family's house in Jerusalem, his grandson saw him unpack the bust.

The grandson asked him, Who is that??
The old man replied,
Who is that? Who is that?
Don't say Who is that?
Say What is that?
That, my child, is eight pounds of gold!

Viva Joe Horn! Acquitted yesterday. srsly, watch the video of the police touring his home after the shooting, in the bottom rt corner of the page. He's a Texan, and just tryin to do the right thing.

From Ernie:
You're an illegal alien. An illegal alien and a career criminal. You're a illegal alien and career criminal who is trespassing. You're an illegal alien and career criminal who is trespassing for the purpose of committing a felony. You're an illegal alien and career criminal who is trespassing for the purpose of committing a felony in Texas. As in the Lone Star state. As in the Wild West, and Curly Bill Brocius, and Bonnie and Clyde, and Remember the Alamo, and Don't Mess With Texas, and all that good shit, right? So let me get this straight. You're an illegal alien and career criminal who is trespassing for the purpose of committing a felony in Texas -- just what. the. fuck. did. you. think. was. gonna. happen?

If I lived in his neighborhood I'd take down my, "House Protected By Smith And Wesson" window tag, and replace it with one that read, "House Protected By Joe Horn." I'll bet crime drops to virtually nil in that neighborhood for quite some time.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

shamelessly stolen from BoingBoing

Matthew Harding spent 14 months visiting 42 countries in order to produce "Where the Hell is Matt?", a four-and-a-half minute video featuring Harding (and anyone else he could rope into it) doing an incredibly silly, high-energy dance in some of the most breathtaking scenery around the world. This may be the best four minutes and twenty-eight seconds of your week.

video here

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