Fri - August 8, 2008

Blog Infidelity



I liked using the Curmudgeon blog so much while on vacation, I am continuing to use it. It is nice to be able to blog from any computer. It is nice to be able to post to the blog by sending it an e-mail. It is nice to have comments available for each post.

Take a look, and let me know if you like it too.

Curmudgeon

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Mon - July 14, 2008

Hitting The Road



As we prepare to board a plane Wednesday for Namibia by way of Germany, it is time to button up this blog until we get back.

Blogging from the road will be on Curmudgeon, the site I have been preparing as an alternative and perhaps successor to this log. One of the nice things about Curmudgeon is that I can post to it by e-mail. It also has better support for comments. Comments are moderated, which means I must approve them before they appear. I quickly learned that this is a desirable feature; there are some nasty internet trolls out there.

Posted at 04:59 AM    

Mon - June 30, 2008

Preparing For Travel



As we prepare to travel abroad, it does not does us any good at all to see stories like this:

"NEW DELHI (AFP) - An Air India flight headed for Mumbai overshot its destination and was halfway to Goa before its dozing pilots were woken out of a deep slumber by air traffic control, a report said.

The high altitude nap took place approximately two weeks ago, the Times of India reported Thursday. The report, however, drew a furious denial from Air India."


Meanwhile, my wife, the Thrifty Yankee, is totally outmatched by the types of expenditures required for travel to Africa. She is reduced to looking for bargains on our malaria medicine to satisfy her sense of obligation.

Posted at 06:19 PM    

Wed - June 25, 2008

Oh, Snap!



I was pleased to see that the Oregonian liked this photo:



Posted at 05:21 PM    

Tue - June 24, 2008

The straightaway



There is nothing quite like the attraction of a hill which snakes for miles to downtown, on a summer day.


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Mon - June 23, 2008

Danny's Home



Dan is home for his summer break from Heartspring.

Turns out that his presence is conducive to blogging. When he is home, it is best not to leave him unattended. So, blogging is one of the ways to spend the time as we play side by side on the twin computers.

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Mon - May 19, 2008

Weatherboy Shows Some Skin




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Tue - April 29, 2008

My Poor Neglected Blog



My poor blog seems to be lying abandoned in the weeds.

Part of it involves preoccupation. I have gotten the stitches out of my hand after carpal tunnel surgery, just in time to use crutches after this week's knee surgery.

Part of it involves the application I use for this blog. It is called "iBlog." One problem with iBlog is that I can only blog from the machine on which the application resides, rather than from anywhere. The less time I spend holed up with my home computer, the less time I can blog.

It also appears that iBlog has become an orphan application. The online community for iBloggers has not seen a new post sine October of 2007.

So, I am going to start shopping around to decide whether to use the blog function on iWeb, or to use one of the Blogger sites. The beauty of the latter would be that I could blog from anywhere.

So, there will be more posts here, until I start a new site, and post the address here as a final entry.

Posted at 12:03 PM    

Sun - March 30, 2008

Weatherboy Dresses Warm For Spring Break At Our House




Posted at 10:29 PM    

Mon - March 10, 2008

Quote Quiz #2



Identify the author:

"The law, in its majestic equality, forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets or steal bread."

Posted at 03:09 PM    

Quote Quiz Winner



Roger Bertholf identified H.L. Mencken as the author of the. quote

Posted at 03:05 PM    

Sun - March 9, 2008

Quote Quiz



Who wrote:

"The trouble with fighting for human freedom is that one spends most of one's time defending scoundrels. For it is against scoundrels that oppressive laws are first aimed, and oppression must be stopped at the beginning if it is to be stopped at all."

?

Posted at 03:19 PM    

Tue - March 4, 2008

Flying to Wichita



I fly out tomorrow to Wichita tomorrow for a visit with Mr. Dan. The annual meeting to write his IEP, Individualized Educational Program, is on Friday. I will observe for a day or so. Then the meeting will be a giant conference call. I will sit in the room at Heartspring. Ruth will be at home, and the people from our school district will be in their big building.

While packing, I am burning some replacement disks for Dan. I am also scrambling to reload my iPod, which had to be erased and reformatted. I can only fit 2/3 of my music library on it, and was trying to be picky about what made it into the iPod. Ran across "Some Kind Of Wonderful," by Joss Stone. Surprised me. I didn't know I owned music that good.

Got the kudu and the impalas mounted on the wall today. The living room is morphing into the Grand Lodge. There is some strange juju brewing with all those animals in there. They outnumber us now. All I would have to do would be to stealthily rig a way to play African jungle sound effects, and I think Ruth would levitate.

Posted at 08:54 PM    

Mon - February 25, 2008

Baker City, Oregon



This weekend, my band was playing in Baker City. Baker City is an old gold mining town in eastern Oregon, 300 miles from Portland and, to my mind, dangerously close to Idaho. It sits between the Blue Mountains and the Wallowas, on the Powder River. At this time of year, to paraphrase one of the Oscar contenders, There Will Be Snow.

We were playing for the Me-N-U Dance Club, which had rented the Elks Lodge for the event. After their banquet, they hit the dance floor with great energy and enthusiasm.

Braving hypothermia, I wandered around town Saturday morning with my camera. The rest of the band was still asleep, with the exception of the drummer. He had already found his first cup of high-voltage coffee, and was looking for more when he saw me on the street and accused me of being a "damned tourist."

The photos are here.

Posted at 07:51 AM    

Sun - February 17, 2008

Weekend Report



It seems that everyone here at Fitzgerald West came home with their shield, rather than on it.

Elizabeth came home from Albany, Oregon, today with a first in her team penning competition. Her trophy proclaims her as the Youth Champion for the Willamette Valley Team Penning Association.

Yesterday, I brought home a first in the Cowboy Action Shooting match held by the Orygun Cowboys. This was due in part to a good choice of which class to compete in. Instead of shooting in the Traditional class, this time I chose to shoot as a 49'er. The name of that class has to do with the minimum age of the competitors, you see...

The sun is shining, and yesterday was a glorious day, almost warm enough in shirtsleeves while standing around touching off ten dozen rifle/pistol rounds and a box and a half of shotgun shells.

I also got to play with my band the last two nights at a local bar.

I am paying the price for all this fun today, though. I injured my right knee, tearing my right medial meniscus about a month ago. Took my mind right off my bilateral carpal tunnels. Well, it still hurts. Aarggh.

I think the official cause of the injury was Running While Fat. At the time of the injury, I was about one week into my newest tour of duty in Weight Watchers. It felt as if the road to good health might soon have a sign reading "No Longer An Option" if I did not re-enlist.

My presence in the Weight Watchers meetings is a source of irritation for some of the ladies. They have been there for weeks and months, fighting to lose each half pound, fearing that a bad week could undo months of work. Then this guy comes in, and in Week 1 gets a sticker for losing five pounds. And then he comes back and gets another one in Week 3. And another in Week 4. So, when I showed up for Week 5, the ladies seated in the row in front of me turned and asked, "So, what did Pat do THIS week?" They were showing their teeth. They could always claim they were smiling, but I felt in danger. When I told them I only lost 1.2 in Week 5, the show of teeth changed to genuine smiles, and suddenly we were all comrades in arms.

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