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Monday, July 30, 2001
Ah, back to the Blog.
On Friday I got up, packed, did a bunch of chores, and was ready at 8:30am when my friend Thommer* showed up. *(His name is Thomas, but he went by Thom (Tom) in high school, but since he spelled it with a Th we pronounced it Thom intead of Tom. Then over the years, his name has collected by FAR the most nicknames, such as Thommer, The Amazing Thommer, Thomas Aurileous, Ghengis Thom, Thom the Impaler, Thom Kazinsky aka The UniThommer Suspect, Oh My Achin' Thommer, Thom-a-rama, to name a few) Anyway, we drove down to Portland, stopping off at BurgerVille USA in Centralia for a Double Tilamook Pepper Bacon cheeseburger. Damn tasty at 9:30am! :) We got to Portland at noon, just as the Oregon Brewer's Festival opened. It's supposed to be the biggest craft brewery festival in the country. It's at Tom McCall Waterfront park in Portland, right between downtown and the Willamette river. They have two tents, each containing a bunch of tables and chairs, a big open space, and along one side three refridgerated semi trailers, each with 12 beers on tap, so 36 beers per tent, 72 at the show. BEEEEEEEEER!!!! $3 gets you a 14oz plastic mug, and $1 each for ~5oz tastes, or for idiots there to get drunk, 3 tokens gets you a full mug. After buying our tokens, we went into the south tent, where our friends Chip and John met us shortly. We proceeded to try 48 of the beers on the first day, by 4pm. Each one was rated on a 0 to 4 scale. Unfortunately, there wasn't a 4 to be had this year, and zero porters as well. Only 2 stouts, it was mostly friggin' belgian style yak piss, lots of pale ales, and lots of brown ales. At least there were a lot of Indian Pale Ales... A few years back damn near every brewery sent wheat beers, I thought I'd died and gone to weenie beer hell. Out of time, I'll write more later. Thursday, July 26, 2001
Dan was off at a concert last night, so I worked on the rental house alone. Got the rest of the greenboard installed, and a plywood shim glued in, and got the toilet fixed. I think it's all ready for the tub enclosure walls to be installed tonight.
Afterwards I went to visit my friend Nate at the funnybook store he worked at, last night was the end of his employment there. I got a sixpack of Bridgeport IPA for us to drink, and we reminisced about the years gone by. We've been friends since the 4th grade, 24 years now. Uff-da. He had a "date" that night, some 20 year old friend of a friend who, upon finding out that he was leaving town, called him up and said, "We should get together before you leave and maybe watch some porn". Sounds like a sure thing... I got home in time to feed Isabel her nightcap. I love feeding her, she's so cute. Definately getting fat again after that last growth spurt made her long and skinny. She slept from 10pm until 5am, life is getting even better! Bridget has a doctor appointment today, she'll drop Isabel off with me here at work, that will be fun. Almost everyone loves a visit from Isabel! I'm leaving tomorrow morning for Portland, Oregon, to the Oregon Brewer's Festival. Mmmmmm BEEEER! They'll have 72 taps of frosty goodness from around the world for me to try. Wednesday, July 25, 2001
Ugh. Spent another night with Dan working on the tub (well, one of them, there are 3 baths in that house) in the rental. We arrived, turned off the water to the house, got the tub faucet taken apart, went to the hardware store, got all the parts, returned, fixed the faucet and turned the water back on. Then we figured out that the reason the previous enclosure leaked was the walls were too far back from the edge of the tub, so we went back to the hardware store (no project is ever one trip) to get some greenboard to make the walls come out 1/2 inch more... We got the big back piece up before we ran out of time (one of the renters gets up at 5am for work so we had to be out by 8pm so he could sleep).
I figure it's going to take two more nights to finish. Dan is busy tonight, going to a concert at the Zoo, so I tried to recruit Burt to help, but he won't get off until 6pm tonight, and by the time he got cleaned up and we got over there, we'd only have an hour to work.. The only other repair-savvy friend I have, Parker, is up in Alaska fishing for giant hog salmon. After checking on Burt, I went home, said Hi to Bridget, warmed up a bottle for Isabel, and fed her. In the process of burping her she urfed all over my shirt, which always makes me laugh. I then headed downtown to the Pike Brewery, where my crazy friend Nate was having a farewell shindig, he's moving back to Loserville (aka Spokane) to go back to school to get some form of teaching degree so he can teach high school science, which he'd be perfect for. (Well, if he can avoid scroggin' on the students, he tends to cradlerob even today, it's been a while since he's dated someone who was less than 10 years younger than him...) The event started at 7pm, I figured they'd be there for a long while, so when I showed up at 9:40 and saw no hide nor hair of them, I figured they'd gone off to a cheaper bar. Nate not having a cell phone, I wasn't able to find him, so I went home, driving by his apartment and local watering hole. No Nate. I find out this morning that he was at the Pike until after midnight. Dunno how I possible could have missed him, he's friggin' 6'6" and bald... Tuesday, July 24, 2001
Ugh. Spent last night at my rental house, tearing out the main shower. Freaky to drive there nowadays, since I lived there for six years and haven't been back much.
The good news was the wall behind the tub enclosure was sound, no real rot. The bad news was the wall was sound, so there wasn't any need to tear out the enclosure after all. Ah well, it was ugly, and a new one will look a hell of a lot nicer. The renters will be happier, but they've already said they're happy and don't plan on moving unless they can buy a house, and in the Seattle real estate market, that's not likely... They're almost perfect renters, they pay their rent on time and almost never call with problems. Ugh. I gotta go back tonight to finish it... Uff-da. At least we (I always hornswaggle my brother Dan into helping when I can) managed to break the tub faucet. Now we need to turn off the water to the house, remove that faucet, and head off to Lowes or Home Despot to try and get a replacement part... Monday, July 23, 2001
Ok, I've had my Palm Pilot PDA for over three years now, Bridget bought it for my birthday in 1998. It is a Palm Pilot Professional, and it has the old Palm upgrade to a Palm III motherboard and boondoggle IR port, so it has 2 Mb of RAM and about 800k worth of Flash ROM I can use. 2.8Mb just isn't cutting it anymore. I use this thing just about everyday, and would love to load a lot more software on it, especially databases. I saw a copy of the Internet Movie Database that was 11Mb, that would kick ass to have with me.
I haven't upgraded before because other than the nicer screens and 8Mb, none of the Palms or clones offered anything *really* cool for the money. My palm cost $150 new, and I don't think ~6Mb of memory and a nice screen is worth $300. However, now I'm VERY interesting in the HandEra 330. HandEra, formerly TRG, has a damn cool palm clone. Instead of the 160x160 pixel screen most of the Palms/Handsprings have, it has a 240x320 monochrome screen, (I don't really need color...) with a virtual Grafiti area, so you can use more screen in apps that support it. Sweet! It also has 8Mb of RAM, 2Mb of Flash ROM, and two card slots, one for CompactFlash (CF) memory/accessories, and one for Secure Digital (SD) memory. I can get a 128Mb CF card for ~$70 from newegg.com giving me tons of room to store books, reference works, and other cool stuff. Big screen and heaps of expansion! Oh yeah, it holds four batteries, for twice the battery life, and it has a processor that's three times as fast as my plodding Palm Pilot Professional! All this, for $350. Now, the question is how compatible it will be with existing Palm software that expects a 160x160 screen, and how Palm will deal with high resolution screens when they finally come out with one. I hope they don't take the Sony Clio approach and just use 320x320, I'd rather they do it right from the start and support variable screen sizes. Anyway, if anyone has a HandEra 330, or advice about Palms in general, let me know.
Had a pretty great weekend. Took Friday afternoon off to go downtown and have lunch on the waterfront with Bridget, Isabel, her father, and both her sisters with their husband and boyfriend. I had fried clam-n-chips (mmmm!) and a big-ass rocky road ice cream cone.
On Saturday we drove downtown, parked, hopped on the Monorail to Seattle Center, where the Space Needle is and where the 1962 World's Fair was. They were having the annual "Bite of Seattle" where a bunch of restaurants set up booths and sell cheap tastes to both make money and lure potential customers to their restaurants. My favorite this year was the Heckle & Jeckle "Hot Lick on a Stick", a spicy cajun sausage on a stick, dipped in corn batter, deep fried like a corn dog, then dipped in hot spicy BBQ sauce. Dang tasty for $2! My parents were going to join us (Isabel would have had all four grandparents together) but they got stuck in traffic going over the pass in the mountains on I90 east of Seattle, so they didn't get to my place until around 3pm, which was just before we got back. We took a few pictures of Isabel with all four grandparents (fortunately Bridget's divorced parents get along) and then Bridget, Isabel, myself, and my folks went to a friend's BBQ/Party. It was theoretically a housewarming-ish party that was two years late. They had a dang tasty keg of Maritime Pacific Flagship Red dry-hopped cask-conditioned. MMMMMM!!! My friend even had the right tap handle for his CO2 system. On sunday Sunday SUNDAY (and Saturday) (ok, not really Saturday, I just always refer to Sunday in the style of monster truck rally commercials) we loaded up our Party Baby and took her to yet another party, this time my Marine Corps Desert Storm 10 year reunion party. Damn, I hadn't seen most of those guys in five years since our last reunion. A ton of funny war stories, lots of beer, it was a great time. A flaming metric buttload of kids, including one born the day before Isabel and one born a week before. Isabel just barely squeeked out being the youngest there. I can't believe it has been 10 years since I was in Saudi Arabia... Uff-da. Sunday, July 22, 2001
Time out for some wierd politics and history that came to me at 4am while Isabel was feeding.
If the last 100 years teaches us anything, it's that socialism doesn't work. People are motivated by greed, and governments suck at controlling markets. Free market forces, driven by greed, are the most efficient. Sure some few idealists can get beyond greed, but a society isn't made up of idealists, it's made up of everyone. Now, socialism/communism basically came about because of the excesses of the capitalists of the second half of the 19th century. Those robber barons had WAY too much power, and needed various protests, union actions, and government controls to break up their monopolies and reign in their power. Now, after socialism has been proven a complete failure, we're at the start of the 21st century, and globalization has given corporations way too much power again. In the pendulum between socialism and unrestrained capitalism, I think we've swung too far back, which is why we're seeing such huge backlash every time world leaders meet to discuss these issues. Friday, July 20, 2001
Few things finer than biking in on a sunny morning, listening to Led Zeppelin's Kashmir. Ooo ooo yeah yeah.
Funny sidenote: At the start of Def Leppard's Rock of Ages, they say "It's better to burn out, than to slowly fade away"... Seeing as how they were playing the Monroe County Fair last summer, I guess they didn't take their own advice. Bridget's father arrived yesterday to see his first grandbaby. He was a career Air Force pilot, part of the first full graduating class of the Air Force Academy, but now he's just an alcoholic. It's pretty sad to see someone laid low by such an otherwise-pleasant substance. Anyway, things are rather awkward around the house since he's not much of a conversationalist. Thursday, July 19, 2001
One interesting discussion over beers at the golf course bar with my brothers was where we'd each lost our virginity. A quick survery revealed two in the same room in our parent's house, two "some room at a party somewhere", one in a Honda Civic, and one in his bedroom off in college. Damn, I can't believe I'm the only brother who didn't manage to lose it in a bed! Tuesday, July 17, 2001
Uff-da. I went to Spokane (aka Loserville) last weekend for our annual Five-Brother reunion. My brother Lance (the #4 son) in Albuquerque decided not to come, so we didn't get to hold a Six-Brother reunion.
To pack for a Five-Brother reunion, I toss a couple of t-shirts (my current favorite is from Milk & Cheese: Dairy Products Gone Bad, and reads: "Gin Makes a Man Mean!" "Everyone Booze up and Riot!", which narrowly wins out over my classic favorite Red Meat: "Can't Talk Now, Honeycakes, I'm on Nude Patrol" Then some socks and undies, a spare pair of shorts, my birkenstocks, a bunch of Alka-Seltzer, a bunch of Tums, a bunch of Rolaids, a bunch of Gas-X, and a bunch of Immodium AD, extra strength. You'll find out why the pharmaceuticals further down... Isabel doesn't deal well with heat, and Bridget's car (a '97 Kia Sephia) didn't have air conditioning, so we called up the Kia dealer to see how much that would cost. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to drive across Washington during the day (it's usually in the 90s in July in the middle and eastern part of the state). They told us it'd be $1200 and would take two days. We arranged to have it done by Thurs at 5pm so we could leave. On Thurs they call to say they screwed us and the parts had been shipped ground instead of overnight. Ugga. So we got the car back, and had to leave after 8pm so it would be night and cooler in eastern WA. Which, with a 40 minutes stop in the middle to feed/change/burp Isabel, meant we rolled into town about 1:30am. I dropped Bridget and Isabel off at her sister's place, and headed out to the Spokane Valley where my oldest brother lived. My two youngest left Seattle about an hour ahead of me, but they didn't stop for anything and drive about 90mph, so they got there around midnight. I had a quick beer and went down to the basement of Johnny's house to crash. He just got married last month (on Isabel's birthday, but that's another story) and they decided to sell his house and live in hers. His son Jesse was living in the basement while they figured out where to put him, and I was on a flip-n-fuck (aka futon) there. I was pleased to see it had sheets and everything, but the sheets were a tad discombubulated. As I began sorting out the sheets, I found a pair of female panties... OK, looks like I'll be sleeping on TOP of the comforter instead! Jesse is 12 and Johnny's new wife Sylvia's son Joe is 15... Good work, whichever one! Jesse and I spent another freakin' hour shooting the shit before we went to sleep. 3 hours later, it was Friday morning. I wake up, head upstairs. Dan (#5 son, I am #3) and Burt (#6, only 22 years old, real name Kurt) are asleep outside under this freakin' huge willow tree. I get up next to their head, and give them a nice loud hooting "Hooooo!!!" to wake those lazy bastards up. Johnny's(#1, he's 38) already got his coffee, so we load up and head out to Steve's (#2) place, who Johnny says regularly sleeps in until 4pm on his days off. We can't have that! We stop off at the store to buy fixin's for our traditional Five Brother Reunion Breakfast: Eggs A La Dan! This is quite simple: For each person, take half an onion, and a couple of cloves of garlic. Chop 'em up fine, fry in butter. Add half a head of shredded cabbage, continue frying. Add six eggs, scrambled. Add about a quarter pound of cheddar cheese, shredded. Pour this HUGE pile into a pie plate (regular plates overflow with half a head of cabbage and half a dozen eggs). Hand off to one brother. Repeat until each brother has their six-egg Eggs A La Dan. Dig in! All that cabbage and eggs is truly a gutbomb of epic proportions, especially washed down with beer at 9pm on a sunny Friday morning. Hence my packing medicines strategy... We arrived at Steves with the quote from Burt "They haven't made the house yet that can keep four brothers out!" We hop out, it takes Burt about 15 seconds to walk up to a side basement window, pop the screen off, jimmy the latch, open the window, and hop into the basement. He opens the basement door for us, and that room is locked from the rest of the house, but it takes me about 15 seconds to jimmy that lock and we're in! It turns out Steve had just gotten home as we're breaking into his house (his wife was NOT pleased to find out it takes 30 seconds!) since he'd had a 7am dentist appointment. After breakfast, we had to go to Steve's rental house so he could fix a shower leak. After that, we head out to a golf course. It was a par 3/4 course, beefier than the par-3 pitch-n-putt courses we normally hit for the Five Brother Annual Golf Tournement. Steve remains continually unbeaten, since he plays golf about once a month or so, which is ten times more than any of us play. In fact, this is the first time I've ever used a driver. We ended up missing a hole, somehow, and only did 8 as a result. Steve got 43, Johnny got 46, Burt got 53, Dan got 56, and I got a nice 84. Mind you, my 84 only included the strokes that actually HIT the ball, I didn't bother counting the wiff strokes, that would probably give me a score of about 300 for 8 holes. Can you tell I never learned to golf? Fortunately, the old dude who ran the place didn't mind us breaking the no-fivesomes rule, and breaking the each-person-must-have-own-golf-bag rule. Of course, 2pm on a hot Friday wasn't exactly their busy time. That evening we got some big-ass steaks and had a BBQ with some of Johnny's fish as well. Lots of beer, too. He's got a kick ass firepit in his back yard, it was the drum from a washing machine, so it's a nice metal tub with holes in the sides to let in air. I think I got to bed around midnight. Saturday we wake up and Sylvia made us french toast and bacon. Mmm! Around noon we pack up and head out to Long Lake, where some group called the Wolf Wing has been holding a free kegger every summer for the past 24 years. It's at a little private "resort", basically some lake frontage with a bar, a boat launch, and a little patch of grass you can rent to pitch a tent on. Steve was all excited about the prospect of women wearing bikinis. They had some huge speakers cranking out old buttrock, and a trailer filled with kegs and four CO2 driven taps. There were maybe 120 people there, mostly male, and of the bikini-clad females there, I am sure some of them would have looked just fine 20 years ago... Dan and Burt played hackey-sack with some of the younger hippyish folks there, hitting on this girl until they found out she was 20 with a 3-year-old daughter... Burt is the reason I coined the phrase "Horny as a three-peckered Burt" Anyhoo, after that we pretty much ended the weekend. I had Bridget come get me and we headed out to my parent's place on Spirit Lake, ID, where we spent Sunday. Dad was going to loan me his truck and camper for some camping weekends we have planned, so I borrowed it a week early to take advantage of it's air conditioning. It was a hell of a windy drive back on Sunday, especially with the camper on. Ugga. I'm slowly recovering. Damn my brothers make me laugh. Tuesday, July 10, 2001
More baby video! Isabel has been smiling for the past two weeks, but never when we had the camera handy. Finally yesterday Bridget got a smile on tape.
Isabel Smiling at 5 weeks age :)
My friend Corey just called. (He works at a campus copy center, we're always asking him how the green button is treating him.
"Hey Eric!" "Heya Corey" "You know Applets and Cotlets?" "Yeah" "You know what's wrong with them?" "Sure. There aren't enough of them" "No, no. They're made with fruit. People who hate fruit won't eat them" "So, you want to make them with meat, right?" "Yes! I call them Beeflets and Porklets! I'll make millions!"
Oooooooo! My brother Dan is back from his travels in Taiwan, India, Tibet, China, and Bangkok. He's been gone since early November. He looks the exact same as when he left, long hair (nearly to his waist), long pubic-hair-lookin' beard (he's got too much of a baby face for a real beard, but what he does grow is 4+ inches long and kinky). Years ago we went to see The Last of the Mohicans when it hit the dollar theaters, and he was like, "Whoa! I want Mohican hair!!" and he hasn't cut it since.
Dan is a crack up. He's part hippie, but he's clean and sober, never been drunk or stoned in his life. He's part butt-rocker, part activist, probably the only non-dope-smoker to EVER live in Eugene Oregon in a VW van, and deep down really wishes he was part of a Native American hunter-gatherer tribe a thousand years ago. When he decides something, he often does it. He decided he loved dogs and wanted to walk them for a living, so he got a job doing that. He decided he loved bread, so he got a job at a bakery and did that for a while. He's been a landscaper doing sprinkler systems for a while (he's 6'5", calls himself a mexican backhoe) so he put on his resume "Experienced at laying pipe". He decided he wanted to work saving the rain forests, so he got hooked up with a group doing that and flew to Peru to work. As often happens, groups of real people fail to meet his extreme idealism, so when he saw they used gasoline powered scooters to get around the forest, and it wasn't the quadruple-canopie monster rain forest he invisioned, he left them and just traveled around. Over 14 months, he basically walked and hitched his way from Peru to Seattle. Anyway, now that Kurt is back from Sweden and Dan is back from India, we're going to Loserville (aka Spokane, WA) to have a five-brother reunion this weekend. Lancey is off somewhere, I haven't heard from him in a month, but I think he's on some dig somewhere (He's an archaelogy PhD student) and couldn't come, so it won't be a six-brother reunion, unfortunately. My two oldest brothers are loads of fun. Johnny is a foreman at a welder shop "Gah! I married a crack whore! What was I thinking?!? Not good!" and Steve works for the gas company, layin' pipe. "Been a while since I've had some strange" (referring to the fact that he's been faithful to his wife for 10+ years) Ah, Spokane. You can take the trash out of the trailer, but you can't take the trailer out of the trash. I'm going to be laughing my ass off. Friday, July 06, 2001
Mmmmm. BeeeEeeeeEEEER! It was a good day for beer. Had a "staff meeting" with a collegue at a local brewpub, tasty beer there at BigTime brewery here in the U district of Seattle. After I got home, Bridget remembered that we had not yet had our annual "Thanksgiving In July" so we invited a dozen friends, and went to the grocery to pick up a turkey. My mother-in-law was coming as well (she's been here all but one weekend to see her first grandbaby) and we'll have a full-on turkey dinner with all the fixin's. MMMMMM!!
We were wondering what to do for dinner when Bridget's sister Judy called and said tat her and her boyfriend wanted to come over with takeout Chinese food. Woooo! Score! Then I went down the street to the local pub to hook up with my friends Corey and Sean. I've known Sean since the sixth grade, my third oldest friend, and Corey I've known since high school. Corey works at a copy center here at the UW (his little brother is an undergrad and an employee of mine), and we were there to try and talk him into buying a condo. There are a ton of programs in Seattle for people who make less than 80% of the median income (48k last I checked) and there is no time like the present to buy real estate. We told Corey that we wanted to meet him for beers so we could sell him some Amway. His response was, "Sure! Wait a second... This isn't an intervention, is it? I've fallen for that before!" Heh. First we told him it was an intervention. Then we told him we were coming out. Then we asked him if he wanted to buy any Amway. Finally we nailed him about buying property instead of a car. He can always buy a car afterwords. Crikey, effectively my house is free. I pay 7 1/8% on my mortage, and after the tax deduction my effective rate is about 5%, and since property values have been rising more than that for the last decade, effectively my mortgage payment is forced savings. mmmmmm. Beer money! Ended up having a pint of BigTime Baghwan's Best cask conditioned (real beer!), then at the local bar having a pint of Deschute Black Butte Porter, and sharing two pitchers of Pyramid Wheaten (yawn) and a pitcher of Red Hook ESB (mmm!) Isabel is super cute. Thursday, July 05, 2001
Uff-da. What a Fourth of July. It started out with a noon BBQ at a friend's house. He has 3 kids, and most of the guests had kids as well. There were one flaming metric buttload of kids there. Isabel was very well behaved. Drank a few beers... Mmmm!
It was a rare hot sunny 4th in Seattle, it's generally raining on the 4th, about every 4-5 years we get a nice sunny one. Good weather doesnt start until mid or end of July. At 3pm we went home for a quick nap, the next BBQ started at 5pm. This was at a friend's house who has a two-level deck with views of Mt. Rainier, downtown Seattle, and both major fireworks shows. We had more BBQ, lots of beer, talked and laughed a lot, watched the Mariners lose to Texas, watched Junkyard Wars on TLC (US vs UK building a car crusher. The Yanks won, since they went lower-tech. The Brits tried hydraulics, which NEVER wins on JYW) and finally watched the two dueling fireworks shows. It's pretty cool to see the big ass fireworks, and also see their reflection on the shiny skyscrapers downtown behind them. All told, nine hours of party. Uff-da. As a wise friend once said, "Anytime you've partied longer than you normally work in a day, it's OK to go home" Wednesday, July 04, 2001
Ah, Clan Lord content: Went out for some BEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeR (Leavenworth IPA cask conditioned) with Kodo and Perkusi last night. They're in Seattle on vacation right now. It was a lot of fun, we spent the evening telling CL stories and bitching about DT and amazed at how long we've been playin' this damn game and telling stories of meeting CL folks in real life. VERY fun, I haven't met anyone yet who I didn't enjoy in real life. Sunday, July 01, 2001
Been up for a few hours, Isabel is being a tad cranky and not wanting to sleep. Ugga.
Watched "Big Trouble In Little China" for the first time last night. It's a favorite in my peer group, but I thought it merely rates an "eh". I suppose it's another one that I'd have to have seen originally (aka when I was 18) to appreciate, like "Highlander", another favorite of my friends. Of course, I'm a big fan of "First Blood" and "The Hitcher", both movies I saw back in high school that aren't exactly considered fine cinema... I wonder what I'd think of them if I saw them for the first time now... |
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