Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Vacation tech

Like my brother, I guess I am a geek. I too, used to hit the trail with nothing more than some gorp, clean underwear, and a rain suit. This is what I took on my trip last spring to Sedona, AZ.

Left to right, top to bottom:
Slik tripod, Yaesu charger for FT-VX5R.

iPod charger and Firewire cable, Zire 72 PDA, various audio interface cables, iPod, iTrip Fm Transmitter.

Sony high capacity NiMH charger, Magellan Map 330M GPS, Yaesu VX5R Tri-band All Mode Tranceiver, Olympus NiMH charger.

All sitting on top of a Sony Vaio Portable Desktop PCG-K25 Pentium 4, 2.8GHz w/802.11g WiFi
Not pictured but taking picture, Sony DSC-W7 7.2 Megapixel digital camera w/1G Memory Stick.

What have I become?

A f&%king GEEK! And this was a minimal trip! No cell phone, though. This was a vacation from that little insidious device.

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Remember filmstrips?

I try and keep this blog non-political. Sorry. I couldn't resist.

Filmstrip

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Right angle sidewalk art

Check this link out for some freaky artwork I found on digg.com:

http://andy.saturn9.ws/Photo%20Albums/sidewalk/

Some people are so clever and have way too much time on their hands.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

The Great Peanut Ride

It's Peanut Time Again! For me this is official start of fall. The weather this year could not have been more beautiful. I took Friday off so I could do the Lake Gaston ride, a circumnavigation of the lake. I decided to try and shoot some pictures from the saddle. Here is my self portrait. The Gaston ride is one of my favorites. All rides start and finish at the Cattail Creek Campground in Skippers, VA. For reference, Skippers is the last exit on I-95 before the NC line. This particular ride is 81 miles long, but I cheat because it goes right past our place at the lake. So I get Lisa to drop me off and simply ride home. Even so, there are several crossings of the lake, so it is very scenic and for me, very familiar. I hadn't been riding much preceding this ride and I felt it. My quads were screaming when I pulled into Whippoorwill Hills. Nothing a few ibuprofens and a couple of beers and a nice long nap couldn't fix.

Saturday morning I loaded up after a pancake breakfast and headed for the campground again. I have found through the years that I ride my very best on a foundation of banana pancakes. Today's ride is all in Greensville County VA and has the best rest stops of any organized ride I have ever done. I think I like them so much because the locals put out what ever they have the most of. Therefore, you get tomato sandwiches ( known locally as "mater sammiches"), water melon rind pickles (delicious, kind of like bread and butter pickles), watermelon, cucumbers and peanut products of all kinds (brittle, fudge, muffins and cookies).


Now let's have a look at my "dashboard" and "widgets". This what gives me feedback in the saddle. To the left is my bike computer which gives me speed, average, distance travelled, heart rate, elapsed time and time of day. To the right is my GPS which gives me position on the map, elevation and most important-distance to the next rest stop!


I love this ride and been doing it since 1989. This was the 27th anniversary. It never rains on the Peanut Ride but sometimes there is a very heavy dew. Like about 4" one year. I'll be back next year, hopefully in a little better shape. I'd like to do the C&O Canal Trail from Cumberland MD to DC later this fall. Any takers? More pictures will be posted on Flickr when I get back to the land of broadband. I only have dial-up down here at the lake and am grateful to have that.

"Every time that wheel turns round, bound to cover just a little more ground" -The Wheel-Grateful Dead










Thursday, September 08, 2005

Beloved New Orleans

It just rips my heart out to see the suffering going on in New Orleans. Those of you that know me also know that Lisa and I have been down there many times for Jazzfest. Jazzfest was held at a race track that was not in the best of neighborhoods. The kind that you really did not want to be in after dark. We were always made to feel welcome during Jazzfest, though. I remember coming out of the festival one year and we were invited in to the home of a black family. They were cooking, selling Budweisers for a dollar, and jamming the blues. It was like a block party. I never felt more welcome. A couple of blocks down the street was Shellfest, a Shell station that during Jazzfest was turned into a minature version of the festival. Local bands were playing in the repair bays. Food and drink was offered for sale. People were dancing, partying and celebrating the diversity that is and always will be New Orleans. Outside the gate vendors were selling beer huggies with a strap to hang around your neck with lettering that said "How you gonna clap?" Will they rebuild it? You bet your sweet ass they will. New Orleans is like the United States of America, more an idea than a place on the map. Ideas like that will never die.
Jazzfest photos.