Archive for June, 2004

Woods Hole is Pleasant

Wednesday, June 30th, 2004

I had for­got­ten how very pleas­ant Woods Hole, MA really is. There’s some­thing about the place and the atmos­phere that has a sooth­ing effect on me. I think that I am going to try to make a point of max­i­miz­ing the time that I spend here. Maybe I’ll see if I can spend my week­ends here as well. If that ends up being the case, appolo­gies will be in order for those friends of mine that will see less of me as a result.

Fahrenheit 9/11

Wednesday, June 30th, 2004

I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 last night, if you haven’t heard of it, crawl out of that cave you’ve been liv­ing in. It sure is some­thing. I don’t par­tic­u­larly want to review the movie or give my opin­ion on the top­ics it addresses because I won’t do jus­tice to my own beliefs, but I rec­om­mend that peo­ple go see it and form their own opinions.

Cannondale Jekyll 600

Tuesday, June 29th, 2004
Red Jekyll 600

Cannondale Jekyll 600 (mine is black)

Just because I’m all psy­ched about my new bike, I thought I might as well say what sort of bike it is. I got a Cannondale Jekyll 600 (mine is black). It’s quite slick with disk brakes, front shocks with adjustable travel and damp­ing, rear shocks with adjustable damp­ing and lock­out, and a gen­er­ally neat style to it. I’m quite pleased and am hav­ing a great deal of fun with it. It’s been about six to eight years since I last had a bike that fit me and I had for­got­ten how very pleas­ant bik­ing is. My bike is an All-Mountain type bike, which means that it’s far more hard­core than I am, but that’s some­thing that I can, and plan to, work on fixing.

Right now, I’m kind of work­ing on get­ting the hang of and a feel for the way my bike is. I can get the front tire up pretty eas­ily and fairly high as well, but the rear tire is a great deal more dif­fi­cult and I have a hard time get­ting it more than a few inches off the ground. I’m also get­ting a bit of an idea of what kind of grade of slopes and stairs I can go up or down.

I’m quite pleased over­all and if I’m being a lit­tle repet­i­tive, it’s because I’m so enthu­si­as­tic about the mat­ter. Now back to work so that I can fin­ish pay­ing for the thing.

Sunburns Blow!

Sunday, June 27th, 2004

I think that this post’s title pretty much says it all, but in case I wasn’t clear enough, let me try rephras­ing it a lit­tle bit. Sunburns Suck!

The City by Bike

Sunday, June 27th, 2004

Yesterday, I dis­cov­ered, by per­sonal expe­ri­ence, that it takes about an hour and a half to bike into Boston or Cambridge from home. This is use­ful infor­ma­tion for me to have, because now I know that I can get pretty much any­where that I might want to go from Concord by bicy­cle. It’s quite a work­out but it feels really good and leaves me at places that I want to be.

Videos, Cults, Girls and Islam

Thursday, June 24th, 2004

It’s a real pity that dreams fade from mem­ory as quickly as they do, for it often leads to the loss of some very inter­est­ing dreams. This is the case for a dream that I had last night; hav­ing since show­ered and made my way to an Internet con­nec­tion, much is gone. I’ll give you what I can.

<dream>

I noticed a bit of rust on my bike and set out to find a shop where I could get the nec­es­sary mate­ri­als to clear the rust and seal over the wound. While I was in the bike store I remem­bered that I had some old rental videos at my house that I needed to return, but I could not remem­ber what video store I had rented them from. At this point, I real­ized that the bike store was, in fact, also a video store, specif­i­cally the one that I owed videos to. I became incred­i­bly irri­tated with myself because I had come to this store and not brought the videos with me. I was chat­ting with the clerk about var­i­ous things, he was a friendly, kind of large, guy and things were pretty cool. He did rec­og­nize me for the guy who owed a lot of over­due charges and I was a lit­tle unset­tled because I didn’t really care about return­ing the videos, but it didn’t much mat­ter. The clerk and I were still shoot­ing the shit and I noticed that this wasn’t so much a bike shop as a video rental store and a toy store all in one.

All of the sud­den, the room got darker and all of the walls fell away to reveal that what had been the store was really just a front for a huge cat­e­dral like build­ing with the store as a lit­tle metal frame in the cen­ter. I didn’t really know what was going on, except for that I seemed to have stum­bled upon a strange gothic cult, which the shop clerk seemed to be the leader of. It was a very large cult, and the cathe­dral seemed to have sta­dium seat­ing around the cen­tral metal frame (kind of like a cube with metal edges and no sides). Some peo­ple started mov­ing towards the cube, which con­tained myself and a few other peo­ple that had been in the store. Then, the cult-leader/clerk shouted out “Recess” and the lights went out, every­thing was pitch black.

In the pitch black­ness I could feel peo­ple mov­ing into the cube and start­ing to fill it up, like a rave almost, but no sound and no lights. I could feel peo­ple bump­ing into me and one per­son started to get rather close to me, so I exer­cised my per­sonal space and put my arm between myself and the other per­son. The response I received was, “Fine, see if I do that again.” The response came from a girl, I could tell by the voice and the phys­i­cal form, and I sud­denly knew that this girl was spe­cial and I absolutely had to get on her good side. The lights came back (recess must have been over), I could see this mys­tery girl in front of me and I knew that she was, not only spe­cial, but that I had always loved her, since long before I had ever met her, this woman was a divine being. I talked with her for a lit­tle while and I felt as though I had reached the Greek eudai­mo­nia, true hap­pi­ness. We then parted ways with the assump­tion that we would meet again at the next cult meet­ing the fol­low­ing week. I then pro­ceeded out­side, where I found my brother and we went to retrieve the car that I was bor­row­ing from my mother.

My brother’s appear­ance seems to have been a brief cameo as he was no longer there after I had retrieved the car and begun dri­ving. I remem­ber an inter­est­ing rotary that seemed to be on the side­walk, but I know that I was allowed to use it with my car and then there’s a bunch of stuff that I’ve for­got­ten, which is fol­lowed by my being chased by the police. The police chase led me into Concord, where I decided to duck into a mas­sive Islamic library (still in my car). I was dri­ving around in this gigan­tic library (must have had ceil­ings that went up 50 feet and there were about 10 feet between each book stack) and I found myself com­pletely lost, which, for those that know me, is not a state I often find myself in. Eventually, I started to walk around, with­out my car and I hap­pened on this room that was of unfath­omable beauty. There was a per­son in this room, pre­sum­ably a librar­ian or holy-person of some sort, whom I asked for help get­ting out of the library. Help was offered in the form of an offer to be let out some­where in Europe to which I responded, “What?! I entered this library in Concord!” It then turned out that this library atten­dant could let me off in Concord as he was going by that way. It appears that there is only one giant Islamic library in the world and it can be entered from what appear to be all of the other Islamic library build­ing in the world (I really can not stress how very big this place was and with all sorts of mag­i­cal links and short­cuts). I noticed spec­tac­u­lar piece of cloth and asked the atten­dant what it was, only to receive the respone that since I had touched it, it would have to be destroyed. I tried to argue against its destruc­tion on the grounds that it was one of the most beau­ti­ful things to have every graced the uni­verse, but the atten­dant stead­fastly main­tained that since I had touched it, it would have to be destroyed. Henceforth, I touched noth­ing and some­where along the way to the exit, I woke up.

</dream>

It seems as though in start­ing from the begin­ning and just writ­ing as things went, I have remem­bered a lot of what I for­got. Keen.

Woods Hole with a new Bike

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004

Haven’t really got much to say, but I try not to go too long with­out post­ing some­thing, so I’ll just dump a few things from my brain to my blog.

I’m in Woods Hole (Southwest tip of Cape Cod, MA) for my job right now and I’m plan­ning on being here for the major­ity of my sum­mer, namely Monday through Friday of most weeks. I may decide to some week­ends long and some short, at least with respect to my phys­i­cal loca­tion, but that’s some­thing that will be worked out on a week-to-week basis at my discretion.

I am find­ing that Woods Hole is qui­eter, as a place, than either Concord or Cambridge. By quiet, I mean some­thing kind of vague that should encom­pass quiet, calm, sim­ple and a few other sim­i­lar adjec­tives. All in all, it is very pleas­ant here, though I find myself miss­ing the com­pany of some of my bet­ter friends with whom I would be see­ing or com­mu­ni­cat­ing were I in Concord or Cambridge. Then there are the friends that are gone from Massachusetts for the sum­mer (or longer), whom I don’t even get the chance to see on week­ends. On the other hand, there are peo­ple here whom I have not seen in a long time, whom it is good to see again. It bal­ances out and is, over­all, rather pleasant.

Just this week­end, I pur­chased a new bicy­cle for myself. The last bike I owned was one that I got at some point either in or shortly before middle-school and haven’t used in more than six years. Since my old bike was no longer large enough for me and I am now employed with a rea­son­able wage, I decided to finally buy myself a new bike, one that would last for a very long time and serve all of my bik­ing needs. The bike that I chose to buy is a Cannondale Jekyll 600 in grey and black and I have so far been quite pleased with it. The bike has front and rear shocks, disk brakes and a bunch of other nice fea­tures. Having heard from my friend Riad that rear shocks serve to soak up a por­tion of the rid­ing energ, I was hes­i­tant to get rear shocks, but my par­tic­u­lar brand of shock includes a lock-out fea­ture that allows the shock to be dis­abled in the case that a long ride on flat ter­rain is expected. I’m totally psy­ched about my new bike, it’s pretty much the bike that I’ve always wanted.

The weather was a lit­tle bit too damp (rainy) yes­ter­day but, since today is a beau­ti­ful day and the sun is plan­ning to be up for quite a while, I plan to go out and bike around for an hour or so after din­ner tonight. Woods Hole, awe­some bike, pay­ing job, all in all, things are pretty good for me right now. Oh, and there’s cable at my grand­par­ents house so when I get home in the evening I can catch an hour or so of the History Channel or the Discovery Channel before I go to sleep.

Osceola and East Osceola

Sunday, June 20th, 2004

Sam, Max and I went up to New Hampshire and climbed Mount Osceola and East Osceola today; great fun, good company.

I set out at about 8:15a and grabbed Max at about 8:30a. From Max’s, we pro­ceeded into the city and picked Sam up from Chi Phi at 9:00a. From here we made the ardu­ous trek deep into New Hampshire, grabbed some food and sup­plies in Waterville Valley. We then pro­ceeded onwards and got to the park­ing area at about 12:30p. From the park­ing area, we began our storm­ing of the Osceolas. A major­ity of the early part of Osceola is rather rocky and some­what steep. Eventually, the rocky bits calm down a lit­tle and then it’s just steep. Since we were storm­ing the moun­tain – not too actively, just because we’re all in our early twen­ties and in decent shape – we made really good time and weren’t too con­cerned with the steep­ness or the rock­i­ness (it’s more fun that way). Up at the top of Osceola are two old fire tower foun­da­tions, one at the top of Osceola’s big cliff at the sum­mit thing and one a lit­tle ear­lier. At the ear­lier fire tower foun­da­tion there is a side path to the west that leads to a great out­look to the Northwest. After tak­ing a diver­sion to the afore­men­tioned out­look we made our way to Osceola’s big cliff at the sum­mit thing, which hap­pens to be a big cliff at the sum­mit. The big cliff is pretty spec­tac­u­lar, espe­cially if you’ve got a mild fear of heights, and allows for a great view off to the Northeast and East. Since we’d already planned to hit up East Osceola before stop­ping for the sand­wichs that we’d pur­chased in Waterville Valley, we only stopped for a short while. After Osceola sum­mit, there is a steep and rocky descent for a bit, which is then fol­lowed by a really steep, rock descent for another lit­tle bit. It then pro­ceeds to smooth out and start to rise to East Osceola sum­mit. East Osceola sum­mit, is rather unim­pres­sive and mostly cov­ered in trees. It still being rather early, we decided to head back to Osceola sum­mit before eat­ing. The really steep, rock descent became a really steep, rock ascent in reverse and was quite a lot of fun. Having made our way back to Osceola sum­mit, we ate, sat around for a while and then pro­ceeded down. Incidentally, pick­les taste really good when you’re elec­trolyte depleted from exert­ing your­self. We made it back to the car at 5:00p, giv­ing us a 4:30 hike time in com­par­i­son with the AMC guide­book esti­mate of 6:40, which I found quite impres­sive. I was still feel­ing pretty good about myself when we got back to the car, as though I could have kept going for a bit longer. We then pro­ceeded back to I93 and headed south. We, of course, stopped at the Burger King in Ashland, NH, as is cus­tom­ary for hik­ing in the White Mountains (as far as I’m con­cerned), for din­ner. A nice greasy, salty burger with salty fries is like ambrosia when you’ve been exert­ing your­self stren­u­ously for a large part of the day. It was at the Burger King that I real­ized I was quite fatigued, appar­ently going all fast like is tir­ing and it just had a bit of a lag so as not to let me feel it while hik­ing. From there we returned Sam to Chi Phi and I returned Max to his home. Osceola’s got some nice views and the path between it and East Osceola is pretty fun.

Well, that’s four four-thousand-footers down and forty-four to go.

Can I have some shoes?

Wednesday, June 16th, 2004

Anyone that’s played much C&C: Generals knows how very amus­ing it is when the GLA work­ers say “Can I have some shoes?” and in the game’s expan­sion, Zero Hour, you can actu­ally get the shoes upgrade, to which they respond, “Thank you for the shoes.” Unfortunately, in the real world, you can’t just click a but­ton and give all of the poor peo­ple in Afghanistan shoes, which many of them need, espe­cially chil­dren. As an attempt to rec­tify this prob­lem, some kind hearted mem­bers of the US Air Force have started what they call Operation Shoe Fly. Quoth Sgt. Hook:

Just about every flight engi­neer and crew chief has noticed over the course of fly­ing across this place called Afghanistan these past months that a large per­cent­age of the chil­dren have no shoes to wear and of course, almost all of the girls are shoeless.

So my esteemed friends of the blo­gos­phere, in the spirit of Chief Wiggles and mind­ing the words of the infa­mous Steve Miller Band, I announce the begin­ning of Operation Shoe Fly in an effort to shoe the chil­dren, with no shoes on their feet. If you can col­lect the shoes, used or new, boys’ and girls’ (age 14 and under), and send them to me, my crew­dogs and I will fly them out to the Afghani kids who so des­per­ately need them.

Please send your shoes to:

Operation Shoe Fly
B Co, 214th Aviation Regiment
Bagram, Afghanistan
APO AE 09354 – 9998

Another way to help is of course by get­ting the word out on Operation Shoe Fly. I would be most appre­cia­tive for any and all help in spread­ing the word on our endeavor, includ­ing any­one who might be will­ing to make a but­ton or ban­ner to post around the blo­gos­phere. Thanks.

In addi­tion to pro­tect­ing the feet of these young inno­cent chil­dren, we might even win some hearts and minds among their par­ents and who knows where the shoes might take these kids. This place is on the dawn of a future, deter­min­ing how bright it will be rests on the shoul­ders of these kids with no shoes on their feet. What say you? Sgt Hook out.

Al-Qaeda, each and every one of them

Monday, June 14th, 2004

I con­tinue to notice that every time any indi­vid­ual is accused of ter­ror­ist like actions, they are said to have Al-Qaeda con­nec­tions. This makes me won­der, which of the fol­low­ing con­clu­sions is cor­rect: in order to be a ter­ror­ist one must obtain their Al-Qaeda mem­ber­ship card, we only care about Al-Qaeda ter­ror­ists or we want to blame all ter­ror­ism on Al-Qaeda to give it a face. Al-Qaeda, the real world equiv­a­lent to Command & Conquer: General’s GLA.

While we’re on the topic of Al-Qaeda, I know the guy that runs the al-qaeda.net web domain. He’s a nice guy actu­ally, half Egyptian, but no ter­ror­ist, mainly runs the domain as a lark so that he can send and receive email by it. I’ve been try­ing to con­vince him to turn the domain into a group blog so that we can all have fun with the thing.

I guess the point is that not every­thing Al-Qaeda is evil (at least the larks aren’t) and I don’t buy that every­thing ter­ror­ist is Al-Qaeda.

More Magic Cards than Todd

Monday, June 14th, 2004

<dork>Shortly after they came into exis­tence, I became a big fan of the col­lectible card game known as Magic: The Gathering. My fond­ness of the game lasted a num­ber of years until the game took what I con­sid­ered to be a turn towards medi­oc­rity, at which point I stopped pur­chas­ing new cards and, hav­ing a size­able col­lec­tion, took up a pol­icy of reusing my exist­ing cards to play with friends that had also once played (this was quite a few years ago, per­haps 1997 or 1998). I still keep up the fun of play­ing with friends every so often. I have had the lucky for­tune of, so to speak, inher­it­ing a large num­ber of older cards from a good friend of mine who has just moved to Texas. I am much appre­cia­tive of the gift, which increases my card stock by 40%-50% and adds some nice rares to my col­lec­tion. Now, hav­ing a rather incred­i­ble quan­tity of cards, I prob­a­bly have enough to allow for quite a few peo­ple to play with simul­ta­ne­ously; myself and at least one other per­son intend to make a few decks using my now even mas­siver col­lec­tion. In the end, hope­fully this will serve to pro­vide cards for the play­ing enjoy­ment of myself and my friends.</dork>

Pistachios: The Revenge

Monday, June 14th, 2004

Pistachios are one of nature’s trick­i­est dou­ble edged swords. On the one hand, they are ever so tasty, but on the other hand, they lac­er­ate your tongue. This isn’t any sort of fun lac­er­a­tion that I’m talk­ing about either, not that there really is such a thing unless you’ve got masochis­tic ten­den­cies. Anyway, the point is, pis­ta­chios hurt your tongue if you eat too many. If I’d known then what I know now, I still would have eaten all those pis­ta­chios because, in a gains and losses kind of world, pis­ta­chios are so totally worth it.

Circus Trees

Tuesday, June 8th, 2004

I am quite enam­ored with liv­ing things as an art medium, as is the case with bon­sai, top­i­ary, gar­dens and cir­cus trees. As far as the last exam­ple is con­cerned, color me impressed. Axel Erlandson is my new hero and Gilroy, CA is now on the list of places that I need to visit at some point in my life.

I copped out

Monday, June 7th, 2004

My www page is back up now. I was plan­ning on redo­ing the entire thing and com­ing up with a new style and being fancy like, but when I sat down to actu­ally do it, I was very quick to change my mind. After about a half hour or so of mess­ing with CSS and lay­out, with noth­ing that looked bet­ter than my old site, I looked through my CD back­ups for an old copy of my web­page. The newest copy that I could find was really old, notably from last sum­mer. Keeping the lay­out from the old ver­sion, I went ahead with updat­ing and replac­ing the con­tent with new stuff.

All in all, I copped out on com­pletely remak­ing my web­site and just revised the con­tent. That hav­ing been said, I do have a decent www page again and the lay­out and style are still pretty darned slick, if you ask me.

I am a nerd

Monday, June 7th, 2004

I recently gained access to a whole bunch of episodes of var­i­ous Star Trek show (TOS, TNG, DS9) and have started watch­ing some of the TOS episodes. This admis­sion in and of itself lays a path out for me, but I’ve been find­ing a whole lot of sci­en­tific anom­alies in what’s going on. The errors that I’m find­ing are not the “you can’t travel faster than light” kind, or super fan­tas­tic astro­physics errors, but the sim­ple sci­ence kinds, like how NaCl acts chem­i­cally. On one hand, I feel good because I know all this sci­ence and am a lit­tle dis­ap­pointed that the errors exist in Star Trek, and, on the other hand, I feel like a com­plete nerd for notic­ing things like this.

I guess that it’s a good thing that I don’t really mind being a nerd sometimes.

Reagan is no more

Sunday, June 6th, 2004

In case you haven’t heard, ex-president Ronald Reagan died yesterday.

Achilles: The Movie

Sunday, June 6th, 2004

I saw Troy last night and I was both amused and very dis­ap­pointed. I came into the thing expect­ing them to cut out a great deal of stuff, but I wasn’t expect­ing them to go about com­pletely rewrit­ing the major­ity of it and chang­ing the char­ac­ters them­selves. Worst of all, though, is that they decided to pretty much write out the vast major­ity of the hero con­tin­gent of the Trojan War. Basically, the movie was loosely based on the con­cept of the Trojan War and has rel­a­tively lit­tle to do with The Illiad. Besides my dis­gust, I thought that it was rather well done and if they had cho­sen to title the movie Achilles: The Movie, I would have been totally cool with the whole thing (the The Movie part is rather key).

	Story: 2/5
	Quality: 2/5
	Characters: 2/5
	Action: 5/5
	FX: 5/5
	Accuracy: 1/5
	Pacing: 2/5

	Overall: 3/5