Morning weigh-in: 167.5#, 9% BF
Woke up this morning totally wasted, legs destroyed from the previous several days of play, especially the skiing yesterday. I'm not used to that anymore. Got on the slopes a little before 9:00 AM and got in an even dozen runs before I quit at 12:30, my quads were burning. My arms and upper body were shot too, since I went out straight after skiing to play hod carrier at the Sals trailwork day. I was going to do a morning yoga class today but I just hurt too much...
It didn't help that last night was my "New Year's Eve." I met Brian for dinner at Porters, and we stayed for a few to punch the clock: I'm more than halfway to my new mug, and Brian is almost done. As I was getting ready to leave, one of the bartenders (I know him because he dates one of the Which Brew barmaids) came in off duty and wanted to socialize, but I just couldn't hang -- a couple of beers and a big meal on top of all that fatigue, and all I wanted to do was get some sleep. I was home by 9:00 and asleep by 9:15. Awake at 4:00, played with the computer until maybe 5:30 then crashed again, woke up at 8:00 for real and decided to blow off any physical activity until tonight. Too bad, it was beautiful out, but I got some shopping and other chores done, and now I have another pot roast waiting in the crock pot for tomorrow. That crock pot does rock.
Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot: One of the bartenders at Porters, a guy named Matt who I credit with causing me to like hanging there again -- not that it was bad or anything before -- said his goodbyes last night: he's relocating to go back to school. Oh well, good for him but I'll be sad to see him go.
Tonight I'm riding out the old year on the towpath, hopefully I'll be in Bethlehem for the midnight fireworks -- I may try to hook up with Brian, since he'll be with speed-skating friends, watching the show from somewhere near the historical graveyard. I'll hike the new year in at Sunfish Pond, then I'm stopping by a friend's place for an afternoon get-together. I'll be bringing the bundt cake.
Happy New Year! Catch y'all on the flip side.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Morning weigh-in: 167.5#, 9% BF
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Morning weigh-in: 167#, 10% BF
Checking in, still fighting that cold, just playing with the 'puter and eating some breakfast. I'm out the door to go skiing in a few minutes.
I consider yesterday duly seized: yoga in the morning, coffeeshop breakfast, then the gym, some errands, and then the towpath for what I hoped would be a hot lap (eh, not so much) but it was good nonetheless -- I also checked out the singletrack along the river, and it's in excellent condition. The day was a total "brick workout," and by the time I was done I felt like I'd been hit by a ton of them.
I was tired and hungry and the pot roast was all gone, so after cleaning up I walked downtown for an early Which Brew night, last one of the year. Gobbled down a ton of food, hung out and talked with the early evening regulars (there is a regular Saturday dinner crowd). Mark, cousin of one of my co-workers, was showing me his new i-pod thingie, pretty sweet little device. We started talking gadgets, iPhones, talking vs texting -- bartenders (younger) said they prefer texting, while us oldsters went with talking.
Caught a little bit of the music before I left, first set of the Skulldiggers. They played Arlo Guthrie's "City of New Orleans," and for some reason it really grabbed me. But I had to go: I was tired, it's more than a mile uphill walk, and the day was starting to seize me back anyway.
PS Kick-ass road ride with Joe on Friday, a real confidence booster.
Posted by Don at 12/30/2007 07:23:00 AM
Friday, December 28, 2007
Morning weigh-in: 165.5#, 12% BF
Just popping in to record the weights. Sun's out and I'm meeting my friend Joe around noon, rendezvousing on the bikes somewhere out by Carpentersville. Gotta leave around now, but in the meantime, I leave you with this. As someone said, this will not end well, but my plan all along has been to be stringy & unappetizing by the time we resort to cannibalism...
Posted by Don at 12/28/2007 10:29:00 AM
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Morning weigh-in: 166#, 11.5% BF
I was thinking of either skiing again or riding this morning, but it was raining. I guess I could have done either one anyway, but I am pretty tired from yesterday's skiing and yoga, and tonight is alterna-workout nite -- I may bust out the singlespeed and cruise the neighborhoods later this evening, my Easton street sprints workout.
Today was just laundry, general housework, and of course fiddling with the computer, but we're talking mostly just browsing, even though I've been messing again with that Octave, trying different things etc. That kind of play just eats time.
I remember when I was hurt/sick last year, making all sorts of promises to myself -- bike every day, get back into skiing, get a pedicure, etc -- as soon as my foot was healed. By the time it was over I was totally jonesing, ready to make up for all sorts of lost time, but (in the case of the bike) within a few weeks it was no longer a joyous gift and luxury, I was more like "eh, whatever" when I missed a ride. Now I have the skis: I had big plans to ski every day, maybe take a trip over Christmas -- one day on the slopes and it's back to "same old same old, think I'll take a day off." Still haven't gotten that pedicure...
BTW and TMI: My left big toe, the one I dropped a log on once, has a bad case of "old man's toenail." I cut and file and buff, but nothing seems to help; that pedicure would probably be a good idea if I weren't so embarrassed to show the toe.
Anyway, had that pot roast last night, though I cooked it more like "New England Boiled Dinner:" just a bunch of carrots, celery, onions and potatoes (you can actually buy this combination pre-cut in a bag, like a salad - who knew?), some onion soup mix and a chunk of meat. It cooked in the crock pot for about 8 hours, and I had it with some salad and a Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout. It was so good, I'll probably do the same thing again tonight, or at least hit the leftovers.
I'd like to do a NJ road ride with my friend Joe tomorrow -- he's also off, this crappy weather is getting to him too but the morning weather should be cooperative enough for the road -- but I haven't heard back from him yet. I'll do a little bike prep while the laundry continues, then I'm off to the gym.
Posted by Don at 12/27/2007 02:38:00 PM
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Morning weigh-in: 166.5#, 10.5% BF
Just got back from skiing. I was supposed to go very early this morning, like roll out of bed and leave, but I decided to dick around with the computer when I got up, and then I realized I had to buy veggies for the pot roast I wanted to cook, then I had to cook it... Suffice to say I did the things I had to do, but didn't actually hit the slopes until about 12:30 or so -- and by then the place was a mob scene, mostly teenagers and families.
Still it was fun, except for the part where I realized how much I now truly suck at skiing. I did about six runs on the easier slopes before I even tackled anything harder (never did hit the diamonds), and kept it slow and cautious. Things did start coming back to me, but I was sure surprised at how off my game I really was, and how un-confident I felt, too. Oh well, it will all come back I'm sure, and at least I didn't screw up too badly in front of those teenagers... Skis & boots felt good; I didn't notice anything amazing about them though, but I didn't really give them the chance to shine yet.
Anyway, I got out of there just before the rain started to fall, now I'm uploading Christmas photos (check 'em out) before yoga. After that -- well, there's a pot roast with my name on it waiting in the crock pot.
Posted by Don at 12/26/2007 05:03:00 PM
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
I'm back. Didn't even skip a day...
Reading: Got Peter Reich's A Book of Dreams (thanks Mom - I can't believe you got this, even used it's so expensive), also Rat Scabies and the Holy Grail and that new Charles Schulz biography. All are awesome, and I'm almost done with the first two.
Listening: I forgot its name, but I played it through a few times on the drive home, and already have some new favorite songs... that collaboration between Robert Plant and Alison Krauss -- Raising Sand is the name. My nephew gave me that.
Eating: Soon enough anyway -- my uncle gave me a food processor.
Posted by Don at 12/25/2007 09:43:00 PM
Monday, December 24, 2007
Morning weigh-in: 166#, 11% BF (wow even after all that cheese)
Merry Christmas Eve, anyway. I'm out of here, heading down to the new ancestral home for the holidays in a few hours, light/nonexistent posting for a bit. Bringing the bike, I might hit Allaire tomorrow morning -- I haven't been there in years. It's not the greatest place, but it's close to Jackson and I figure it'll be mostly snow-free.
The Year In Review: I'll leave you with this: it looks like Achewood is now Time Magazine's #1 Graphic Novel for the year -- it's a webcomic dammit! But I'll take the validation...
Also: And for those keeping score, my new (to me) skis are K2 Apache Recons, while my new boots are Nordica Speedmachine 10's. Those reviews make them seem pretty extreme, but I guess I'll grow into them.
Have a safe and happy Christmas.
"Hark! The herald angels sing,
Mrs. Simpson's pinched our king."
Posted by Don at 12/24/2007 09:30:00 AM
Sunday, December 23, 2007
(The guy in the sweater is Larry, who I've been riding with on weekends lately. We were out on the towpath earlier in the day, and also tried the singletrack along the river, but found the snow down there less than ideal for riding. It was a serious "resistance workout:" two hours of slogging, and we probably went ten miles...)
Anyway, I stayed over last night, hung out for a bit in the morning (Fred made us all a killer breakfast), then went and finished my Christmas shopping. I also picked up my new skis and boots -- my plan was to go skiing tonight, but this warm, rainy weather is more suitable for laundry-type activities. Oh well, maybe later in the week.
Posted by Don at 12/23/2007 07:01:00 PM
Saturday, December 22, 2007
I'm leaving in a few minutes to go to Fred & Lara's "Solstice Party." Should be good.
Posted by Don at 12/22/2007 06:34:00 PM
Friday, December 21, 2007
This photograph is my 2000th one on flickr, which means I posted a bunch this morning, mostly from the re-gifting party last night. Go check them out, most of them are better than this.
Good day yesterday: rode the benchmark in 1:45, not bad for this time of year, my mellow-ride intentions, and the fact that I was on the Iguana. Wed roads, spring tights, it was pretty chilly, at least for my shins... Got home, few chores/errands, hit the gym for alterna-workout nite, more chores, then I went to the party. Very strong sense of community last night, lotta social interactions, some of them of a revelatory nature that I am still digesting...
Posted by Don at 12/21/2007 11:24:00 AM
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Morning weigh-in: 169.5#, 11% BF
Tuesday was my last day of work until 2008, so I went out (on foot) to celebrate... Yesterday I spent most of the day recovering, which meant playing with the computer, walking around town, and riding the Iguana, until it started to rain.
Finally went to Nestors and bought some ski boots. The process was much easier than I would have thought; those guys really are experts and had no problems working with the ankle. I paid for that expertise though: the boots themselves came to about $699, and I also got them fitted, got special insoles, got some work done on those new (to me) skis...
Ah well, the skis were my Christmas present to myself, and "in for a penny, in for a pound," as the saying goes -- the boots should last for a long time, too, through at least a few sets of skis. Meantime, I found out yesterday that the skis I did get usually sell for about $900, so I'm ahead of the game -- and my inner miser can console himself with the fact that this is a drop in the bucket compared to what I'd spend, without batting an eye, on the bike. Of course, actually riding the bike is usually free, unlike Teh Downhill.
Evening yoga (many many back bends), dinner at Which Brew: Caribbean Beef. Tonight is the gym, then back to Which Brew for the re-gifting party. It looks super-nice out, I may go for another ride in a few minutes.
Posted by Don at 12/20/2007 09:57:00 AM
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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Monday, December 17, 2007
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Sunday, December 16, 2007
There is apparently a dude in North Jersey who looks just like me, guy by the name of Barry that the Piccatinny crowd knows. I'm constantly hearing "Wow you look so much like him it's uncanny," and in fact I was at a restaurant once in Newton, and as we left, someone knocked on the restaurant window and chased us outside to say hello, thinking I was Barry...
I never met the guy, and everyone involved seems to get a kick out of the fact that we've never been seen together, like Superman and Clark Kent or something. Well I didn't meet him last night either, but I got to the dinner late, and Barry had been there, early, and left only moments before -- I ended up in his seat. The party was upstairs at the Long Valley Pub, where there are two staircases, and apparently he went down one as I was coming up the other. Much chuckling as we figured that out. (If that was a movie, they'd cut that scene as being just too implausible.) Pretty good party overall, too, nice people. Crazy-fun drive there too, Rt 57 then over Schooley's Mountain, via roads that seemed just one step up from dirt.
Which Horseman? Meanwhile, back at the stealth apocalypse... no, the other one.
Anyway, going to deal with the car now (the old one), I pretty much have it towed and sold, just have to go make the final handshake. After that I may go for a walk or a ride, depending on what I find on the ground outside. I might be going to a wake this afternoon: a woman I used to work with (she retired several years ago) passed away Thursday. The viewing is in Rockaway though, and I don't know what road conditions I'm willing to deal with. We'll see.
Posted by Don at 12/16/2007 10:01:00 AM
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Found an Easter egg last night, in fact two of them: playing an old CD on my new car's stereo, and when it got to the end there were two tracks I'd never heard before. This was a Fu Manchu CD from 2000 or so, and I'd played it to death years ago -- it seemed impossible that I wouldn't know every note of every song on it, let alone finding two whole unfamiliar songs. Turns out they were bonus tracks in MP3 format, and since I now have an MP3 player built in to the car stereo, it just played them like the others. Well whaddaya know...
Anyway, rode last night with Larry, then caught Steve McDaniels at Which Brew, plus a little bit of Post Junction at Porters. This morning was yoga and then the gym; now I'm getting ready for the Picatinny Arsenal mountain-biking engineers Christmas dinner -- Joe & Dawn both work there, and I ride (and hang) with that crew on occasion.
And finally, your word for today is ergodicity -- that's the term that describes a population model's independence between initial conditions and long-term results. The example I was playing with the other day was not very ergodic.
Posted by Don at 12/15/2007 03:23:00 PM
Friday, December 14, 2007
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
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Monday, December 10, 2007
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Saturday, December 08, 2007
Meet the new car, same as the old car... I made an agreement to buy a Subaru Outback, the "basic trim package" with 5-speed manual transmission; color is "black obsidian pearl." Stopped in this afternoon at Faulkner Subaru, on the way back from getting a haircut at that new place in Bethlehem: Eskandalo, owned by a friend of friends, a really good stylist -- and I must say I clean up pretty nice when put in the hands of experts...
Anyway, the car I was eyeballing online (the only manual transmission Faulkner had in stock, according to their website) was parked right by the front door, and so the very first Outback I saw was the one I came to buy, and the one I ended up actually buying. I did not take possession of it yet, but that will happen Monday. I also have to get a check cut Monday for the amount of the car -- yes I'm paying cash from the credit union account, I cannot see a downside or any hidden catches so I'm going for it.
Last night was the towpath with Larry, then a burger at Which Brew but I left immediately afterward -- friends were across the street at Porters, my main destination but the kitchen there was already closed, hence the stop-in at WB. Bob & Karen, Doug & Lori, E-Rock, and some great music in a crowded pub -- a good Friday night! Only had two beers, one in each place, but it was a somewhat late night anyway, since my night had such a late start.
Early morning yoga (and I am glad I went though it was a hard hard wake-up), then breakfast at the Coffee Exchange where I saw Chris & Cara, nice coincidence since Cara's brother was the music last night. Then came the gym with Dawn, and after that all the stuff I already said.
Tonight is Which Brew (again!), Dan DeChellis Trio's album release party. Probably going to hoof it down there. Tomorrow is supposed t be freezing rain, so I think I'll treat myself to a "sleeping in and playing with the computer" day, or at least morning.
Posted by Don at 12/08/2007 08:04:00 PM
Friday, December 07, 2007
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Thursday, December 06, 2007
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Wednesday, December 05, 2007
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Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Posted by Don at 12/04/2007 03:38:00 PM
Morning weigh-in: 169.5#, 10% BF (a disturbing trend emerges, but I know the cause & cure)
Stuck at home today, at least until the rental company calls me back with a vehicle: it might just be the cold but my car will not start. Battery seems OK, it's more like it's seized up or something, bad bad news but we've been flirting with end-of-life issues for about two years now. I am not a car person, and I still got almost 200,000 miles out of that one while beating the snot out of it -- it's time to move on. I'm researching new cars in another window as we speak -- I am leaning towards another Outback, since I just can't bring myself to like the Honda Element despite its buzz among the outdoorsy types, and its supposed geek appeal. (Geek appeal? Geek appeal?! That thing is butt-ugly.) Not seeing much that I like among the Outbacks either though, only the lame-ass "basic" package seems to be available with manual transmission, and the mileage is pathetic.
Anyway, last night was yoga, then a cool night at Which Brew (as seen in the tale of the tape above). The usual crew: Larry, Bobby & his son Brian, Lou, Lee, a few others including fellow biker (and my yoga teacher's husband) Mike. Saw another Mike there, and apparently I have a new blog reader -- hi Mike! I said I'd pander but sorry I got nothing today.
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Monday, December 03, 2007
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Friday, November 30, 2007
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Here perhaps is the place to fix, a little more precisely, what these two words, French Revolution, shall mean; for, strictly considered, they may have as many meanings as there are speakers of them. All things are in revolution; in change from moment to moment, which becomes sensible from epoch to epoch: in this Time-World of ours there is properly nothing else but revolution and mutation, and even nothing else conceivable. Revolution, you answer, means speedier change. Whereupon one has still to ask: How speedy? At what degree of speed; in what particular points of this variable course, which varies in velocity, but can never stop till Time itself stops, does revolution begin and end; cease to be ordinary mutation, and again become such? It is a thing that will depend on definition more or less arbitrary.
For ourselves we answer that French Revolution means here the open violent Rebellion, and Victory, of disimprisoned Anarchy against corrupt worn-out Authority: how Anarchy breaks prison; bursts up from the infinite Deep, and rages uncontrollable, immeasurable, enveloping a world; in phasis after phasis of fever-frenzy;—'till the frenzy burning itself out, and what elements of new Order it held ( since all Force holds such) developing themselves, the Uncontrollable be got, if not reimprisoned, yet harnessed, and its mad forces made to work towards their object as sane regulated ones. For as Hierarchies and Dynasties of all kinds, Theocracies, Aristocracies, Autocracies, Strumpetocracies, have ruled over the world; so it was appointed, in the decrees of Providence, that this same Victorious Anarchy, Jacobinism, Sansculottism, French Revolution, Horrors of French Revolution, or what else mortals name it, should have its turn. The 'destructive wrath' of Sansculottism: this is what we speak, having unhappily no voice for singing.
Surely a great Phenomenon: nay it is a transcendental one, overstepping all rules and experience; the crowning Phenomenon of our Modern Time. For here again, most unexpectedly, comes antique Fanaticism in new and newest vesture; miraculous, as all Fanaticism is. Call it the Fanaticism of 'making away with formulas, de humer les formulas.' The world of formulas, the formed regulated world, which all habitable world is,—must needs hate such Fanaticism like death; and be at deadly variance with it. The world of formulas must conquer it; or failing that, must die execrating it, anathematising it;—can nevertheless in nowise prevent its being and its having been. The Anathemas are there, and the miraculous Thing is there.
Whence it cometh? Whither it goeth? These are questions! When the age of Miracles lay faded into the distance as an incredible tradition, and even the age of Conventionalities was now old; and Man's Existence had for long generations rested on mere formulas which were grown hollow by course of time; and it seemed as if no Reality any longer existed but only Phantasms of realities, and God's Universe were the work of the Tailor and Upholsterer mainly, and men were buckram masks that went about becking and grimacing there,—on a sudden, the Earth yawns asunder, and amid Tartarean smoke, and glare of fierce brightness, rises SANSCULOTTISM, many-headed, fire-breathing, and asks: What think ye of me? Well may the buckram masks start together, terror-struck; 'into expressive well-concerted groups!' It is indeed, Friends, a most singular, most fatal thing. Let whosoever is but buckram and a phantasm look to it: ill verily may it fare with him; here methinks he cannot much longer be. Wo also to many a one who is not wholly buckram, but partially real and human! The age of Miracles has come back! 'Behold the World-Phoenix, in fire-consummation and fire-creation; wide are her fanning wings; loud is her death-melody, of battle-thunders and falling towns; skyward lashes the funeral flame, enveloping all things: it is the Death-Birth of a World!'
Whereby, however, as we often say, shall one unspeakable blessing seem attainable. This, namely: that Man and his Life rest no more on hollowness and a Lie, but on solidity and some kind of Truth. Welcome, the beggarliest truth, so it be one, in exchange for the royallest sham! Truth of any kind breeds ever new and better truth; thus hard granite rock will crumble down into soil, under the blessed skyey influences; and cover itself with verdure, with fruitage and umbrage. But as for Falsehood, which in like contrary manner, grows ever falser,—what can it, or what should it do but decease, being ripe; decompose itself, gently or even violently, and return to the Father of it,—too probably in flames of fire?
Sansculottism will burn much; but what is incombustible it will not burn. Fear not Sansculottism; recognise it for what it is, the portentous, inevitable end of much, the miraculous beginning of much. One other thing thou mayest understand of it: that it too came from God; for has it not been? From of old, as it is written, are His goings forth; in the great Deep of things; fearful and wonderful now as in the beginning: in the whirlwind also He speaks! and the wrath of men is made to praise Him.—But to gauge and measure this immeasurable Thing, and what is called account for it, and reduce it to a dead logic-formula, attempt not! Much less shalt thou shriek thyself hoarse, cursing it; for that, to all needful lengths, has been already done. As an actually existing Son of Time, look, with unspeakable manifold interest, oftenest in silence, at what the Time did bring: therewith edify, instruct, nourish thyself, or were it but to amuse and gratify thyself, as it is given thee.
Posted by Don at 11/27/2007 12:04:00 PM
Monday, November 26, 2007
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday night I saw Brujos at Which Brew, also drank some beer and ate some cake for T's 50th birthday party. Late night, but not too late because I had big plans...
Saturday: It's rare that I seize a day as thoroughly as I did this one. Yoga in the early morning, then breakfast at Coffee Exchange (saw some bikers getting ready to ride Sals, basked in a little "thank you Mr. Trailbuilder" adulation), hit the gym for a monster workout, then went and rode Jacobsburg with Larry and Pete. Which Brew again to catch Trouble City All Stars, and finished the night at a friend's backyard bon-voyage bonfire for his girlfriend, who is relocating to Colorado. Walked there, arrived after midnight, got home at 4:00 AM -- didn't think I still had it in me to do that.
Sunday morning I got a call from Joe G: he was doing homework right then, but wanted to ride at Deer Park (aka Allamuchy South) in the afternoon. We got there at around 2:00, rode until almost dark -- we were out for about three hours, but our actual ride time was maybe 1:45, and we rode about 18 miles. A pretty good ride actually, especially for something out of the blue like that. Some new stuff over there too, or at least new to me, fun and technical.
Now I'm just kicking back, doing laundry.
Posted by Don at 11/25/2007 08:45:00 PM
These are on the same spit of land as Atlantic Highlands, and some of Hartshorne used to be part of the New York Harbor defenses in WW2. The guns are long gone, but you can still see the bunkers (think Guns of Navarone), which were themselves protected by pillboxes and defensive works all through the woods -- if it ever did come to an invasion, there probably would have been a massive fight for this piece of land, and we would be reading about "The Battle of Atlantic Highlands" in the history books. So that's one more thing to be thankful for, that it never came to that, and these guns and defenses were never used...
Anyway, at one of the lower bunker complexes I found a way in, crawled through a hole in the fence and took some pictures.
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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Monday, November 19, 2007
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Sunday, November 18, 2007
I had breakfast at the Coffee Exchange (my usual coffee place in Easton), and overheard two guys and the owner talking about "mountain biking behind St Lukes." I had to interject, said I helped build those trails and was heading down to work on them after breakfast, and these guys raved about how much they liked the trail system there. I left the coffee shop walking about three inches off the ground.
Good day of trailwork, mostly heavy, slow going (ie moving dirt) but we got things done. Lunch was JP McGradys. I'd brought my bike but no one else did, so after lunch I just went home, did laundry and took a nap.
Posted by Don at 11/18/2007 10:11:00 PM
By the way, the girl in the green jacket is Laurie G, haven't seen her in years. She and her husband Bill used to do a lot of adventure races, then maybe 8-10 years ago they were rappelling off cliffs near the Water Gap when a rock broke free and fell, crushing her arm. She very nearly bled to death -- Bill climbed up the rope, got her & climbed down, carried her to I-80 & flagged down a car, and rushed her to a hospital. (Basically he saved her life by being Superman.) She spent several months with the arm sewn inside her abdomen while all the nerves & veins healed, had many operations but they saved the arm. There was actually a TV movie made about their story... Anyway, I guess that kind of slowed them down a bit, they now have two kids.
By the way, I have more photos from the party here.
Posted by Don at 11/18/2007 09:46:00 PM
Friday, November 16, 2007
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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Monday, November 12, 2007
You grabbed my hand and we fell into it, like a daydream, or a fever..."
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Friday, November 09, 2007
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Thursday, November 08, 2007
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Wednesday, November 07, 2007
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Tuesday, November 06, 2007
UPDATE: It worked (sort of, except for formating) at first, but then crapped out later -- stupid yahoo images! This ought to do it.
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Monday, November 05, 2007
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Sunday, November 04, 2007
Great weekend, but now I'm afraid to get on teh scale...
Friday night was Karen singing with Philly Funk Authority. A different context and a totally different view of her: you know someone for years and you suddenly see a side of them you never even suspected. By the way, she was great -- she mostly did backup, but was the main singer for a few songs. The place (Stanhope House) was cool too, I'd definitely go back there.
I crashed that night at Joe and Dawn's, and in the morning we hit Allamuchy for Joe's "40th Birthday ride." There were probably 17 people on the ride, including Bob & Karen on a tandem, and Doug & Lori on one as well. Good riding, but short for the amount of time we were out -- not everyone there was a rocket, but we had fun. Birthday party afterward back at their place, but I only stayed for a bit, had to do the Brew Ha Ha.
That party was another blast. Kathleen and Lisa (some of my sisters in the PPRAC brotherhood) live in the Poconos, and have this party every year but I could never go before now. Everyone had to bring a different beer, something in one of four categories; there were about six beers (or ciders) in each category on average, for about 24 beers total. Even just taking small "sampler" sips, everyone was pretty loopy by the end. Plenty of great peeps I didn't know but there was also Joe & Cindy, Greg & Judy, and Eric & Kris. Plenty of appetizers and other food, great fun, prizes (I didn't win anything) and most of us stayed over.
I left this morning after watching "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest." Got home, did what I called a "hangover ride" even though I actually felt fine, towpath/sals at a nice easy pace.
It Was Fifty Years Ago Today: Actually, yesterday was the 50th anniversary of the death of Wilhelm Reich, pioneering psychoanalyst and inventor of the Orgone Box. One of my favorite songs is a semi-spoken-word thing by Patti Smith called "Birdland," which is based on a memoir of Reich written by his son, who was a teenager at the time of his father's death -- in it he slowly comes to grips with all the crazy things his father told him as he drifted into eccentricity, which naturally the young boy believed absolutely. Anyway, the book is now on my wish list...
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