Monday, January 31, 2005
I have a modified portafilter on the way. The origin scan happened 6pm.
I shall forego the geeky analysis of how it will improve my drink quality. Instead I will declare that it simply will improve shot quality. It's time to take the illustrious cappucino to the next level. Someone who visits the cafe on occasion said they had a better cap in Italy. I am not pleased. It is my SHD to quash that opinion forever. Nobody is to beat the cafe.
pssssst SHD = Sacred Holy Dharma... word.
Coffee, 8 oz, drip-brewed
Coffee, decaffeinated, 8 oz
Espresso, 2 oz
Tea, 8 oz, brewed, domestic
Tea, 8 oz, imported
Caffeinated soft drinks, 12 oz
Chocolate milk, 8 oz
Semisweet chocolate, 1 oz
Sunday, January 30, 2005
The purest mundanacity is the innane activity of disassembling my box spring only to reassemble it in its destination in the bedroom. You see the queen frame simply does not fit up the stairs. The layers of nailed and stapled wood was never intended to be disassembled. Some of the wood self destructed but it's generally intact and we'll be sleeping in high tech comfort...not that anyone's still reading at this point. When I vaporize three hours of my life that I'll never get back, the least I can do is report about it.Right?
Oh and I thought about riding a few miles. Does thinking about riding make one any more fit? Brilliant weather for January: 50's & sunny. Where's the snow & ice? c'mon, it's supposed to be winter here.
Friday, January 28, 2005
The next chasm to cross is the ceiling height. I believe all can be built to code with exception of that dimension. The skylights resolve the problem functionally but may not pass code because the lower roof joists fall below the height minimum. All of this is along the low side of a slanted ceiling/roof. Unless you must skulk along the low side, it's really not an issue. So we're talking to the city to see if our skylight approach is adequate. I think we're OK in the spirit of the code in making a nice livable & safe space but we're not OK if you're taking a strict conservative lowest point measurement. I think it comes down to the specific inspector. Supposing we fail to meet code, we then enter the world of ...
The dormer. If we cross this chasm we resolve all of our problems and could bang out the lower wall so instead of a 3x9 hallway of a bathroom, it would be a 7or8x9 luxurious bathroom. More permits, more professional work, a set of 4 windows, etc. etc. We'd do all the finish work but we're now into an entirely different price point. The shower would become a tub which is great.
We will see. We may be poor soon.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Out of our league, the pigs ruled the kingdom. They ransacked the village, floated across tall beams and flew through the air like it was nothing. Meanwhile our spindly little critters timidly crept through the forest and made little "eep" sounds as we skittered along. All we can say is that we survived the day of pigs without damage. We will meet those pigs again and when we do we will be victorious. When we meet, we will go ...
Monday, January 24, 2005
I digress... the cast iron bowls are truly mac daddi and my first use of them with udon noodles, fresh vegetables, egg, spices and 'fu (b-dog's word for tofu) was sublime. Will send along a photo once I cook something else in them.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Today I ended the down time in true binary fashion. OK first a bit of background. As a parent of a 22 month old, days can be divided into 3 daytime pieces: Morning Outing (9-12), nap (12-3 or 4) and pre-dinner (3 or 4 to 5:30). So if you want to do something with the kid that takes more than 90 minutes, you must get it done in the morning. On occasion, he'll sleep until 5pm so it's pretty much the morning or nothing for anything significant. Parents will truly get this, others will wonder why I'd waste keystrokes typing this paragraph. Alas I'm not the young hip guy drinking shots at the Red Room or Laughing Lizard Lounge.
The Morning Outing was a journey from home on bikes with the bike trailer to Mt. Tabor which is a fun little peak maybe 500 feet tall. It's nothing. But dragging the kiddie trailer after my deep hibernation hurt a bit. Then Benjamin played near the merry go round. I would spin it and he'd run around it at the same speed. This was more fun than being *on* it. kids. The ride was done on the single speed cross bike. Ideal ratio for anything gradual but the Tabor climb wasn't gradual enough.
We return home and I go on the 2nd ride of the day, or the "real ride." On my fast bike with the fast tires I speed to the rendezvous spot on the West side of the Hawthorne Bridge. I meet up with the boys and push the pace slightly. This is not hubris or showmanship but my typical reaction to urb riding. I like to bomb through it with speed and rhythm so I can get past it and be on the quiet twisty road. Then I like to go fast for different reasons. But I certainly hit the busy stuff so it'll go away quickly. These efforts are hurting me and the significant climbs have not yet begun. But I feel great, it's a overcast & a balmy 50+ degrees when the average is 36. Oh, and it's dry. The earthy smells of loam and pine are strong and addictive.
We have a good pace on the first climb. Jay says something like, "You two guys go attack, I'm just spinning up this hill." I hadn't even considered doing anything but a leisurly spin. Bastard. Where I think the hill has less than five minutes left, I apply pressure. Not a burst sprint but an acceleration where I would just push it and look back and see a lonely road after a couple of minutes. The requisite two minutes pass and I glance back to see Chris a few meters back. This causes a nearly instantaneous failure of the legs. I completely fall apart and he blows past. Not long thereafter, Jay comes by my sorry exploded legs. We've nearly summitted at this point but I score a sad number three.
We come to a literal fork in the road and I choose the appropriately named quiet nice road, "Greenleaf." I had forgotten how steep this was. It was mainly busy street avoidance rather than a desire for more hills. I had recovered from the previous beating enough to hang with the group. There's a small gap where Chris is ahead and Jay whispers, "Go get Chris." He didn't say this with a glint in his eye or some devious grin. He said it like one mentions taking out the trash after a long tiring day-and you're already in your pajamas. It was this tired sigh... "Go get Chris."
So I did.
OK... so I tried. I turned twenty meters into three. Then I thought it would be best to pass him not inch by inch but as an unstoppable force so I stood up and mashed on the pedals. This exertion of energy didn't actually cause me to accelerate. Instead it took my tenuous ability to maintain speed and sank it. It's like a crappy old car that actually slows down and sputters when you floor it but goes pretty good with the pedal halfway down. So I'm zero for two today. We parted company and I experimented on new roads without a map and not in any condition to summit anything: Dumb.
After a modest yet painful climb I emptied the bottle and inhaled the meager foodstuffs jammed into my jersey pockets. When doing a double set of rides it's a good idea to have lunch. I limp home to live another day.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
[ While a perfect sunny day is great, bombing through the ugly makes me feel alive! ]
The *only* thing that thwarts me is ICE. There's no amount of talent and expertise that would allow biking on this stuff. Yes I could throw down for metal spiked tires but that's just one more bit of gear that I would rarely need. The safer roads are the highly traveled ones treated with sand. This would put me in traffic with the not-too-remote possibility of wiping out with a car close by. Or the car losing control and me reacting with unknown traction. Yeah, I'm always up for a challenge but .... no. The most intrepid explorer would never sign up for that risk.
So my only choice becomes sliding around on my feet as I venture the short distance to my village cafe & grocer. Hardly the expedition I had in mind.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Friday, January 14, 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Listen for yourself:
I've been to a meeting where I met some Code Pink people and they're wonderful kind souls. The thing that confuses me is why being anti-war isn't what everyone is with exception of perhaps executives at Northrup and the bomb making community. Who stands up and gets counted as pro-war? I mean seriously, read the ANSWER acronym out loud & ponder how anything there can be construed as anything but noble.
I'm not sure whether I prefer Mr. Taylor to be intentionally misleading or stupid. I'd prefer that he knows better but is pushing an agenda as stupidity might garner a touch of sympathy.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
The biking/training has been near zero for over a month now. I call it the recharge period before I get serious.