the first lieutenant lost his head
you know i like this packaged udon you can get in the stores these days. add some tofu and you have a tasty lunch. maybe it's the bonito powder that does it...
i need a break from this SWMM EXTRAN business. why don't my control structures back up any more flow into the combined sewers when i make the orifices smaller? this is going to take some more investigation but i don't really want to do that, not at the moment somehow. this toledo project has been going on long enough, thank you.
well my injuries are healing well enough. i took yesterday off from riding into work, albeit partly so i could drive over and watch the younger boy rehearse his play with the young actors' guild, at their summer day camp. i thought this was necessary because i was going to miss the performance on saturday, going to the vélodrome with the older boy plus a friend and the friend's dad. we had to cancel that, however, because it turned out that the older boy was leaving for camp michigania (with yet another friend and his family) on saturday instead of sunday like we thought. so it is sad not to go to the cycle race track, but it is also good because 1) i can see the younger boy's play and b) i will be healthier the next time i go.
it rained last night, and it was still quite damp this morning: 70 °F, dew point 69 °F. we have had a very wet july. i was nearly run off the road by some cowboys on their way to a big roundup. or at least that's what they may have been thinking; to the casual observer, they were merely landscaping clowns hurrying their way to the job site. hot date with a roll of sod, i can dig it.
the night before last i cleaned up my track bike from its 200+ mile road ride over the previous weekend. i repacked the headset, which had gotten a little gritty. then i cleaned the chain (the park cyclone is a decent tool but using it on a fixed gear machine is a job), filed out the drive-side track end so the chain tug would work better, removed the front brake and swapped back the other track drops. my baby! my white bike! yes, the vélo, we're going to the vélo! i imagine my track bike feels the same way about going to the vélodrome as my dog feels about going to the woods. now to break the news that we're not going tomorrow...
thank you to those kind readers who posted comments. i am still pondering the best way to respond to your thoughts - i suppose i could add a comment to the string of comments? is that what people do? anyway, when i have decided, you will know.
song of the day: in the head i hear "insomnia" by chris stamey from his recent release travels in the south. i think i will always identify this record with hot, hot weather, after listening to it so much on my recent trip to the black mountains, and now getting it out again as we roast our way through july. street art fairs, anyone?
i need a break from this SWMM EXTRAN business. why don't my control structures back up any more flow into the combined sewers when i make the orifices smaller? this is going to take some more investigation but i don't really want to do that, not at the moment somehow. this toledo project has been going on long enough, thank you.
well my injuries are healing well enough. i took yesterday off from riding into work, albeit partly so i could drive over and watch the younger boy rehearse his play with the young actors' guild, at their summer day camp. i thought this was necessary because i was going to miss the performance on saturday, going to the vélodrome with the older boy plus a friend and the friend's dad. we had to cancel that, however, because it turned out that the older boy was leaving for camp michigania (with yet another friend and his family) on saturday instead of sunday like we thought. so it is sad not to go to the cycle race track, but it is also good because 1) i can see the younger boy's play and b) i will be healthier the next time i go.
it rained last night, and it was still quite damp this morning: 70 °F, dew point 69 °F. we have had a very wet july. i was nearly run off the road by some cowboys on their way to a big roundup. or at least that's what they may have been thinking; to the casual observer, they were merely landscaping clowns hurrying their way to the job site. hot date with a roll of sod, i can dig it.
the night before last i cleaned up my track bike from its 200+ mile road ride over the previous weekend. i repacked the headset, which had gotten a little gritty. then i cleaned the chain (the park cyclone is a decent tool but using it on a fixed gear machine is a job), filed out the drive-side track end so the chain tug would work better, removed the front brake and swapped back the other track drops. my baby! my white bike! yes, the vélo, we're going to the vélo! i imagine my track bike feels the same way about going to the vélodrome as my dog feels about going to the woods. now to break the news that we're not going tomorrow...
thank you to those kind readers who posted comments. i am still pondering the best way to respond to your thoughts - i suppose i could add a comment to the string of comments? is that what people do? anyway, when i have decided, you will know.
song of the day: in the head i hear "insomnia" by chris stamey from his recent release travels in the south. i think i will always identify this record with hot, hot weather, after listening to it so much on my recent trip to the black mountains, and now getting it out again as we roast our way through july. street art fairs, anyone?
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