Wanna violate some FCC regulations?
‘Cause the public domain and the Internet are more essential now
Of these, I’d just like to point out that I am not one of the 200 Million abandoned blogs
100,000,000 blogs total? Not an tiny portion of the globe’s population – about 1 for every 600 people on the planet. Wonder what it used to take to support a small town newspaper way back when…
’cause “Panspermia” sounds somehow dirty
Inspiration for this is the third part of this post here; I have severe doubts that I can ever wax so eloquently again.
So, we’re almost a whole week into our 2006 Holiday Family Fun Fest – two kids, a nonstop flight from Hartford to Houston, a compact rental car that gets crappier mileage than my ’91 Jeep Cherokee did, and life is good.
We flew out on the morning of Christmas Eve, and trying to be clever figured that it’d be easier on us all to spend the night in a hotel near Hartford and wake up at 5 to make a 7:30 flight than it would be to sleep in Mystic and wake up at 3:45 for an hour’s drive and a 7:30 flight.
Turns out that the kiddos really, really think hotels are cool, plus the opportunity to sleep in the same bed just means that it’s that much easier to keep each other up. Nate woke up about 2 AM, and didn’t go back to sleep until we were in the car in Houston.
Christmas Eve in Houston was good – Jake completely passed out during the Christmas Eve service, and I lugged my 6-year-old son out to the car despite the congregation having done a HUGE production of “Joy to the World” including an orchestra, full choir and organ with him passed out on the pew.
Christmas Morning we did presents at Missy’s ma’s house, and then dragged out to the Texas Hill Country to spend the afternoon with my folks, and my granny. I am a bad grandson – my grandmother is the absolute sweetest woman on the face of the earth, and I don’t call her nearly enough. That must change soon.
Anyways, my brother and his wife were here. Missy and I got the spare guest room the first night, which coincidentally has the bed my wife bought out of college as her first piece of real furniture – an Ikea “Sven”, if you’re interested. Great sleeping, for what it’s worth…
The morning of the 26th, we headed over to some friends of my folks. Their house is RIGHT on Canyon Lake, about 3 miles from the ‘rents. My brother, Missy, and I ran over there. There are some days when running is just the greatest and most natural thing that one could be doing. This was one of those days – a bluebird sky as big as south Texas, gentle breeze, perfect temperature, no humidity – nothing better in the world.
Two Days of True Love
The way back was when I realized (again) that I’d married well – Missy and I ran back – my baby brother wussed out – something about needing to get back and take a shower, but i’m guessing it was more pain from the dearth of hills to run in Norman, OK(lohoma, where the winds come whipping ‘cross the plains!, and the waving wheat, it sure smells sweet, and the something’s fresh before the rain!)
But it was a great run – Missy’s gotten quick over the last year, and runs 8:30s like clockwork. There’s a couple of great hills between the lake and my folks, but we took ’em in stride. But running with the wife is my absolute favorite – we can talk, or we can run – there’s not much needed than just the chance to be together.
Wednesday, we slacked off – but to our defense, we did go walking at the San Antonio Zoo. Mitigating that was a late lunch at Tomatillos’, which, if you’re ever in San Antonio, should be on your short list of places to gorge.
Today though – left before breakfast so we couldn’t blow it off again. Missy had to turn back, but waved me on – sometimes just getting out the door is the most important part.
It looks like 2006 is going to end well. 2007 – I’ll put out a goals post in the near future, but the short list looks like:
1. More cross training
2. Lose the belly
3. Marathon! again.
Can I get me one of these? Or better yet, just some snow?
So, we’re still stuck with unseasonably warm weather up here. Darn the bad luck.
And yesterday, I started off the new year early by getting in a run before lunch. Rock and roll. 4 miles along Burma Road, watching the geese gathering in the bay prior to migrating south, enjoying the blue sky and breeze, and wondering why life is sooooo good.
The only downside? No Lance or Paula in my ear telling me that this run was special for whatever reason. Luckily, the crap-eating grin on my face provided that feedback.
Happy Holidays to all, and Merry Christmas!
Oooh, free stuff!
Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Don’t cost nothin’, and I’ve got a vacation coming up I can use to transition to. wow. wow. wow
Jon’s right on the money – will be outstanding to watch in 2007. Plus, he’s a heck of a guy.
This works like a champ – it’s what we bought for the church. Easy, uses SD cards, and I mention it here only to drive traffic to Brogan’s site, ’cause he amazes me for his ability to “get it”, and pursue his passion.
Ah, my buddy Jeff. While I cannot shake 1989 and the kaliche mud of Caddo Parish out of my subconcious, Jeff has gone and changed the world. I mention this post ’cause one of my deepest desires is to write fiction. Not just fiction like the technical repo
Someone remind me to add this code to my blog so I can actually hear what you people sound like
Freakin’ canadian commies. Though Martino has the absolute best pictures…
Someone kick me if I miss ‘Cross Nat’s again next year, if it’s in Providence again. At least it wasn’t flash frozen this year like last year.
This is enough to drive you batty:
“(Apple is) developing an operating system based on the core technologies of Mac OS X for use with embedded devices.
Apple intends to integrate the software on a couple of devices beginning early next year, … wh
So many tools for using GTD that it’ll kill your inbox
I kind of fell off the wagon this weekend, and didn’t make either my long run (5 whole miles!) or my Sunday run. In my defense, though, my youngest son is spewing snot and has a cough that sounds like he’s been a pack-a-day smoker for the better part of 50 years. I’m kind of worried about catching anything this close to the holidays, so I figured rest wasn’t a bad idea.
But, today I jumped back on the wagon. Three miles at lunch. OK, 5K, but that’s just ’cause Nike+iPod has a 5K choice, otherwise, I’d have to manually dial in 3 miles. The extra distance is kinda like having to do “one for the Corps” at the end every time I do pushups.
Today was so beautiful I got worried that I’d get kicked out ’cause I hadn’t bought a ticket. OK, a terrible metaphor. But the day was amazing. Shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt two days before the solstice. How sweet is that? Narragansett Bay was placid, the birds flew, the bees buzzed (OK, they’re hibernating), and the sun beat down on my ears.
I faded hard about 3/4 of the way through the run, and walked for a while, but still managed to put in a good effort.
I Just really dig Adium. Beats the snot out of iChat for text chatting
You’re “Person of the Year”!
BTW – I’m linking not directly to the magazine, but to someone else, as I’m guessing that Time was somewhat trying to drive traffic to their site. It’s interesting, too, that the Chrysler pre-page ad, which couldn’t have been cheap, starts off with something like “Well, you didn’t win “Person of the Year”, but you can still ….”