Sunday, August 31, 2008

Sara is on vacation. Tarzan and I are hangin around bein bachelors

which mainly means I am in a total state of panic chasing him around trying to keep him alive, while he continues his game of "find the most dangerous object in the room"

we went to the shopping mall, to check on my Mac, which is still not fixed, thanks for the defective logic board Steve....

and took these in a photobooth

first image is my classic pose, second is fun, by #3 and 4 he was bored and ready for other mayhem


Wednesday, August 27, 2008

So a few weeks back, my man Kumar was visiting from India.

I just got some of his photos from the trip, and reposted here for your viewing pleasure














My vacation? FAIL!

However, Friday Sara will leave for a mini motorcycle vacation.


this is her words and pix



Our in-house mechanic, Tarzan "Nature Boy" Statman, was a little
concerned with the steering head bearings so he decided to check the
bike out. Note the concentration and firm-set jaw in the first pic.

He decided all was well and took a more relaxed stance in the second
pic. He is confident that his number one customer will have a great
trip this weekend!




Tuesday, August 26, 2008

link to fascinating article my pal Tal sent me.

Dr Farrukh Saleem on why Jews are so Powerful. once you get past all the names, he has a very interesting theory



second link for the day. Shai Agassi. I am convinced this man has the answers. His company "Better Place" is working to build a viable electric car, and the infrastructure needed around it.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Tropical Storm Julio ended my vacation.

I woke up yesterday at 5:15am, got cleaned up, drove the corvair van south to pickup Brad. We drove over to Dale and Joan, waited for Alex, Dale's son, then packed up Joan's car and went to Mike D's house. With everyone in the car, Joan dropped us at San Francicso Airport at about 6:45am.

Walk in, check in, check luggage, get tickets, clear security, and find Ted and Dan at a bar. Dan is already 3 bloody marys into the vacation. Did I mention it is 7am?

Brad, Alex and I had biscuits with egg and sausage, then went to get the plane to Los Angeles. Booked as a non-stop flight, we stopped in LA. There was news of possible delay because of the storm. we had an hour, we went to a bar and had? drinks and nachos.

Re-board the plane, and fly south to beautiful Hotel Oasis in Loreto, Baja, California for four days of fishing for dorado, relaxing, male bonding, etc.....

about 10 mins before landing, the pilot makes a gentle 180, and announces we are headed BACK to LA, as the airport is closed.

SAY WHAT?

Tropical storm, airport closed.

could they have told us this while we were still in LA?

fly BACK to Los Angeles. deplane. begin mayhem.

there was a line of about 15 people at the customer service counter, but they suggested we go 'downstairs' for faster help. on the way downstairs, we realize we may not be able to get back to the luggage carousel, so we stop and get our luggage. which for a fishing trip, is an ice chest.

go to customer service downstairs counter, where there is a line of about 25 people. We stand on line. We wait. we make phone calls and text messages. Ted and dan were upstairs, they rebooked, Dan to SF, Ted to Oakland. Then went to a bar. We stood in line. and waited. FINALLY, we got to Alaska Air customer Service. A nice young man named Marlin helped us. Fishing - Marlin - irony? we want 4 people back to San Jose or San Francisco. We do not even worry about refund, rebook, etc, will have Mike's travel agent handle that.

Marlin keeps walking away to go to the secret back room. Other agents are re-ticketing right and left, Marlin goes away and comes back. We are trying to be nice, cause really? he maybe the only way to get home tonight. Loreto will not re-open till Tuesday, and we will not stay in LA for 2 days, to fly to Loreto for 1 day of fish. Just send us home on the FAIL-plane.....

He books ME on a flight to San Jose, it is American in Terminal 4, we are in Terminal 2. OH, and it boards in 45 minutes, RUN RUN RUN.

So I do. I run, I run across LAX, in sandals, pulling an ice chest.

When I get to Terminal 4, all the American lines? are very long, and Self-check-in, Take your computer print out and.... I do not have a computer print out, I have nothing. I go to the American customer service counter. Where there are two very nice young ladies, one named Amesha O, and the other did not have a nametag. They were GREAT. Yes we can help you, just wait for this lady, then you are up. GREAT. They help the lady in front of me, I am standing up, and a rush of people come in. 3 gals, 4 guys, a bunch of luggage, then a limo driver, then about 9 photographers. One of the girls is very short, walks past everyone, up to the counter, and begins getting serviced and photographed.

Pudgy white guy in sandals with ice chest and a flight in 40 minutes? pushed aside.

Finally the entourage leaves, Amesha apologizes and gets me ticketed.
"uh, pardon me for being old and un-hip, who was that?"
"Paula Abdul"
"Oh, ok, lets get me ticketed"

She thought it was hilarious that I just did not care. She sent me to drop my cooler/luggage off with TSA, on my way back, I stopped to thank them, but saw Mike, Brad and Alex were in another line. I grabbed them and hustled them over to Amesha, and her pal saiad "you are on different flight, come now!" and walked me past lines, past security and right up to the scanner. YAY! finally, Excellent service, thank you!

but. I was not on American. I was on American EAGLE. The main reason I fly United.... American Eagle, a short-hop commuter, ugh. In gate 44-I, across the airport, shuttle only, blah blah. I sit on the shuttle bus, as my boarding time passes. I offer the driver $10 if he will go, Nope.

We finally go, 10 mins past boarding, arrive at gate 5 mins later. RUN RUN through building, to find out? flight delayed. wait.

30 mins later, get on plane, sit, buckle in, and they announce the bracket that holds the flashlight is broken, they are trying to get ok from tower to leave anyhow.

HUH?

then they announce the plane has a flat tire, and needs the tire changed. Which takes a crew of 5, and we have to de-board.

i've seen on tee-vee, them nascar guys can swap a full set in less than 31 seconds. it takes American Eagle an hour and 31 seconds.

We re-board, and now it is 5:28pm.

I am TXT messaging with Sara and Brad, find out Brand, Alex and Mike are on a plane to SFO. and leave before me.

I finally get TO San Jose, get a cab to Dale's house where my van is, and wait, as Brad and team arrive from SFO.

I need to take Brad home, and might as well give Mike a ride. We drop mike of, it is dark again. Brad and I stop at Slice of New York for a slice of pizza, and drive him to the pals house who has his keys and was gonna take care of his cat.

Pickup keys, drop off brad, get home at about 9:30\


No fish. Vacation FAIL. I will try to work out the vacation tool at work, and get Tue, Wed, Thur back for later.....

vacation Epic Fail.

Oh well

Friday, August 22, 2008

beware the sleeping Pirate!

Today at daycare they played Pirates. He had a cardboard and foil 'sword' and a pirate bandanna. I don't have photos of that.

He also did not take a nap.

On the way home, we thought we might might might stay awake, but 3/4 way home, down he went.....

Brought him in, changed his diaper, tried to wake him, but gave up, put him in the big boy bed, and zzzzzzz. Pirate snoring!







do not disturb the vicious drooling pirate when he's sailing his pirate ship (bed) through the seas of dreamland.....




this just in from our correspondent in Paris. (have fun Linder)


Thursday, August 21, 2008

Hans Monderman!

I have been racking my brains and search engines for MONTHS trying to re-find this. Hans Monderman designed brilliant traffic control systems.

Take away the signs, make people have to think. They drive better. He pioneered the concept of "Shared Space" where you take out the signs, put in roundabouts and cafes. If someone in a car sees someone sitting in a chair? they slow the hell down.


And the good folks at BoingBoing posted a youtube interview with him before his demise.

Quoted from Tom Vanderbilt's interview:

"In the last few years, however, one traffic engineer did achieve a measure of global celebrity, known, if not exactly by name, then by his ideas. His name was Hans Monderman. The idea that made Monderman, who died of cancer in January at the age of 62, most famous is that traditional traffic safety ­infra­structure—­warning signs, traffic lights, metal railings, curbs, painted lines, speed bumps, and so ­on—­is not only often unnecessary, but can endanger those it is meant to protect.

As I drove with Monderman through the northern Dutch province of Friesland several years ago, he repeatedly pointed out offending traffic signs. “Do you really think that no one would perceive there is a bridge over there?” he might ask, about a sign warning that a bridge was ahead. “Why explain it?” He would follow with a characteristic maxim: “When you treat people like idiots, they’ll behave like idiots.” Eventually he drove me to Makkinga, a small village at whose entrance stood a single sign. It welcomed visitors, noted a 30 kilometer-per-hour speed limit, then added: “Free of Traffic Signs.” This was Monderman humor at its finest: a traffic sign announcing the absence of traffic ­signs."


I live in California, where there are 18 traffic signs per city block, and everyone drives like a maniac.

We need less
Less is more

Monday, August 18, 2008

photos


Mike came over Saturday night, and read a book



Posing on the big bed



Camelback. Who knew? Sara got home from a motorcycle ride Sunday, and showed him how to use the bite valve system on her camelback. I put mine up in the kitchen, he just drank half litre of water. If he will continue? I will find a kid size and hook him up all the time. WATER is good.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

iz expensive. yet still does not make me feel better

Tuesday, August 12, 2008



where did Werner go? I miss him. If anyone's seen or heard from him, please let me know?

My pal Old Man James in Austin (who taught me to roadrace motorcycles) sold his corvair and got a used Geo Metro Wagon. He then rebuilt the motor and transmission, covered it in hippie bumper stickers, and has been driving it regularly.

He complained the standard shift has made a previous shoulder injury hurt more than usual.

He wants an electric, not hybrid, but realizes he needs to wait a few years for a real electric..

He considered buying a more modern "intermediate" car till the Electric, but must be automatic.

Did not want to incur expense, so decided to wait, and suffer the standard shift till electrics arrive.

Woke up a few mornings ago, walked out to the carport, discovered a pile of broken glass and no Geo Metro Station Wagon covered in hippie bumper stickers.

Someone STOLE his Geo Metro Wagon!

Car thieves? concerned about fuel economy.

OMJ made a deal with the car lot owner in his neighborhood, and now has a first year Prius with a newer battery and computer, and he seems to like it.


Ok, Car thieves STOLE his metro.....

Monday, August 11, 2008


My blog is worth $2,258.16.
How much is your blog worth?



i can has chocolate

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

this just in from the amazing Dr. Whozat.



This one is old, but still priceless.......if you have not seen it before, read through it to the conclusion, it's worth it.



When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.

A man answered, saying 'Hello.'

I politely said, 'This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?'
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear 'Get the right f***ing number!' and the phone was slammed down on me.

I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.

When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an asshole!' and hung up.

I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it,and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, 'You're an asshole!'
It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to se e if you're familiar
With our Caller ID Program?'

He yelled 'NO!' and slammed down the phone.

I quickly called him back and said, 'That's because you're an asshole!' and hung up.

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me.

I noticed a 'For Sale ' sign in his back window, so I wrote down his number.

A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that Id better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, 'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'

He said, 'Yes, it is.'

I asked, 'Can you tell me where I can see it?'

He said, 'Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , and the car's parked right out in f ront.'

I asked, 'What's your name?' He said, 'My name is Don Hansen.'

I asked, 'When's a good time to catch you, Don?'

He said, 'I'm home every evening after five.'

I said, 'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'

He said, 'Yes?'

I said, 'Don, you're an asshole!'

Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.

Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.

Then I came up with an idea.

I called asshole #1.
He said, 'Hello.'

I said, 'You're an asshole!' (But I didn't hang up.)

He asked, 'Are you still there?'

I said, 'Yeah.'

He screamed, 'Stop calling me.'

I said, 'Make me.'

He asked, 'Who are you?'

I said, 'My name is Don Hansen.'

He said, 'Yeah? Where do you live?'

I said, 'Asshole, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax. I have a black Beemer parked in front.'

He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.'

I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole,' and hung up.

Then I called Asshole #2.

He said, 'Hello?'

I said, 'Hello, asshole.'

He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'

I said, 'You'll what?'

He exclaimed, 'I'll kick your ass.'

I answered, 'Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now.'

Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax , and that I was on my way home to kill my gay lover.

Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down on Oaktree Blvd. In Fairfax .

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax .

I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter and surrounded by a news crew.

NOW I feel much better.

Anger management really does work!

Tuesday, August 05, 2008



Thank you Jeff, for giving me this Hercules Bicycle, made in India. Its huge and heavy and incredibly fun to ride.

I'm working on buying a 40 spoke Sturmey Archer three speed rear hub, possibly a Dyna model with a working generator built in.

Once it's a 3 speed, it will be MUCH easier for riding around here.

WOO HOO

Monday, August 04, 2008

camping in Portola Redwoods State Park this weekend with the Bong Clan.

Photos



























Spent today handling errands, taking care of things, etc. etc.

found wonderful local bicycle shop, got kickstand for my old mountain bike, ordered rear rack and kid seat, will turn that into kid transporter, as he is outgrowing the other bike seat, and that bike, well, is a bit of crap.

Looking for a 40-spoke Sturmey Archer 3-speed hub for the Hercules to convert that. Need to spend more time riding, less time driving.

Camping this weekend in Portola Valley Redwoods with the Bong Clan

Woo HOO

pix


Friday, August 01, 2008

this just in from Brad in Oregon

I've been everywhere, Texas Style!


We are off to camping with the Bongs. Tarzan's first time out in the woods. I have 1/2 our house in the sprinter, and still packing.

Will take snaps

C

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