26 January 2012
I haven't figured out a destination, let alone a route, but let's meet at the usual spot, the YMCA parking lot on Main Street, across from Ingleside, in Pennington, at 9:00 on Saturday morning. Forty-ish miles, maybe?
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
January Miscellany
24 January 2012
While I've been waiting for the weather to become more bike-friendly (and trying not to be too jealous of the snow bikers I can't join), I've been taking a lot of pictures with my cell phone.
Two Thursdays ago, our plumbers were here, again, to diagnose, finally, why our main sewer line keeps backing up into the laundry room wash basin, more and more frequently, costing us about $200 each time. With my urging to diagnose rather than treat the problem, they sent a camera down. About ten feet from the wash basin they found tree roots. This is under the house, mind you. They're (the roots and the plumbers) gone now, but they'll be back.
Moxie is turning into a real ham. He and Mojo are ten months old today. Here's Moxie hanging out in the bedroom, waiting for his midnight snack: dental treats.
Mojo is still smaller than Moxie. Here he is, doing battle with his perch, while he waits for his midnight snack. The off-camera lump is Burnaby, waiting for his midnight snack.
Last week I came home with three catnip toys (as if they need more toys) along with a few bags of groceries. In one of these bags was a twist-tie. To hell with the catnip. This twist-tie was the bees knees. Carting it around the next morning, Moxie deposited it in the bedroom trash can. Jack fished it out for him (the can was otherwise empty), but half an hour later, Moxie was back in, minus his toy.
Here's Mojo after a bout of tabby wrestling.
Burnaby enjoys the cat perch during the day, when he can patrol for squirrels in the back yard and sun himself in peace. Here he is right after the weekend snowfall.
Moxie hams it up in his sleep.
Yet another box for Moxie. Jack says it looks like the kitten is emerging from another dimension.
Mojo got boxy too.
Not to be outdone by his brother, Moxie attempted a triple-boxing after I'd gathered everything together for recycling.
Save for the fact that he trapped himself in the end, the move was well executed. I'm sure he'd have found his way out eventually, but I had to assist, if for no other reason than the chance to get another other-dimensional picture.
Yesterday temperatures rose, and by evening a thick fog had blanketed campus. I forgot to turn the flash off for this first picture, but I like the way the camera captured the misty rain.
Turning the flash off didn't work too well either. Reality was somewhere between the two.
Whitman Hall glowed nicely.
This evening we had an orange sunset over campus. This is the same view, more or less, as the first two fog pictures.
While snow was falling, I decided to clean out the pantry to make room for the new crock pot. In doing so I filled a standard kitchen garbage bag with expired soup mixes, pastas, and other random powders that had been hiding way in the back of the long closet. That's gonna be some interesting eating on the compost pile. I hope our backyard possum (hoc possum!) enjoys falafel mix and old noodles.
Speaking of falafel mix, the expiration date on those five boxes was December 1999. Not only, then, did these boxes evade our 2005 kitchen renovation; they also very likely moved in with us in October 1999.
Dale, in a triple-box maneuver all her own, has informed me that, in her move this fall from California to Princeton Junction, she inadvertently carried along a jar of spices that expired in 1988.
In other news, I got an out-of-the-blue email from Mark Shmitt, the erstwhile FreeWheeler, now in Wisconsin, who gave me the name "Our Lady of Perpetual Headwinds" almost a decade ago. Welcome back to the world of the Hill Slugs, Mark, and thanks for the moniker!
While I've been waiting for the weather to become more bike-friendly (and trying not to be too jealous of the snow bikers I can't join), I've been taking a lot of pictures with my cell phone.
Two Thursdays ago, our plumbers were here, again, to diagnose, finally, why our main sewer line keeps backing up into the laundry room wash basin, more and more frequently, costing us about $200 each time. With my urging to diagnose rather than treat the problem, they sent a camera down. About ten feet from the wash basin they found tree roots. This is under the house, mind you. They're (the roots and the plumbers) gone now, but they'll be back.
Moxie is turning into a real ham. He and Mojo are ten months old today. Here's Moxie hanging out in the bedroom, waiting for his midnight snack: dental treats.
Mojo is still smaller than Moxie. Here he is, doing battle with his perch, while he waits for his midnight snack. The off-camera lump is Burnaby, waiting for his midnight snack.
Here's Mojo after a bout of tabby wrestling.
Burnaby enjoys the cat perch during the day, when he can patrol for squirrels in the back yard and sun himself in peace. Here he is right after the weekend snowfall.
Moxie hams it up in his sleep.
Yet another box for Moxie. Jack says it looks like the kitten is emerging from another dimension.
Mojo got boxy too.
Not to be outdone by his brother, Moxie attempted a triple-boxing after I'd gathered everything together for recycling.
Save for the fact that he trapped himself in the end, the move was well executed. I'm sure he'd have found his way out eventually, but I had to assist, if for no other reason than the chance to get another other-dimensional picture.
Turning the flash off didn't work too well either. Reality was somewhere between the two.
Whitman Hall glowed nicely.
This evening we had an orange sunset over campus. This is the same view, more or less, as the first two fog pictures.
While snow was falling, I decided to clean out the pantry to make room for the new crock pot. In doing so I filled a standard kitchen garbage bag with expired soup mixes, pastas, and other random powders that had been hiding way in the back of the long closet. That's gonna be some interesting eating on the compost pile. I hope our backyard possum (hoc possum!) enjoys falafel mix and old noodles.
Speaking of falafel mix, the expiration date on those five boxes was December 1999. Not only, then, did these boxes evade our 2005 kitchen renovation; they also very likely moved in with us in October 1999.
Dale, in a triple-box maneuver all her own, has informed me that, in her move this fall from California to Princeton Junction, she inadvertently carried along a jar of spices that expired in 1988.
In other news, I got an out-of-the-blue email from Mark Shmitt, the erstwhile FreeWheeler, now in Wisconsin, who gave me the name "Our Lady of Perpetual Headwinds" almost a decade ago. Welcome back to the world of the Hill Slugs, Mark, and thanks for the moniker!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Hill Slugs Ad Hoc, Saturday, 21 January, Postponed to Sunday, Maybe
21 January 2012
Sunday? Go ride in the woods with Chris. I'm not allowed.
19 January 2012
Saturday looks a right mess. If the roads are clear on Sunday we'll go then. Watch this space for details as we get closer to Sunday.
Sunday? Go ride in the woods with Chris. I'm not allowed.
19 January 2012
Saturday looks a right mess. If the roads are clear on Sunday we'll go then. Watch this space for details as we get closer to Sunday.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Another Doodle in Latin
17 January 2012
This one is Jim's fault too.
And questions from the rest of the people in the lab start in 3...2...1...
This one is Jim's fault too.
"I Can Do This"
And questions from the rest of the people in the lab start in 3...2...1...
Monday, January 9, 2012
Friendship Before Speed
The Hill Slugs have a new motto: amicitia quam celeritate. It means "friendship before speed."
What you see up there is just a preliminary doodle I made late last night when Plain Jim suggested I needed a picture to go with the motto (which he and Jack translated into Latin for me).
I can't use a slug on a bicycle. That's already been taken by Sugoi and Team Estrogen. Sadly, it seems the jersey is no longer available. I've already got one. You can still get the socks, though.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Hill Slugs Ad Hoc, Saturday, 7 January 2012
5 January 2012
Hey! It'll be warm enough to start at 9:00 a.m. on Saturday, so let's do that. I'm getting kind of burnt out on Lambertville. I have something else in mind.
Meet at the Hopewell YMCA/Administration Building on Main Street in Pennington, across from Ingleside Avenue. We'll do 40-ish miles because it'll be warm enough.
I know it's only January, but I'm already starting to think about some long routes for the summer. Like the Double Reservoir Ride, only in reverse. I want to try to get up towards Easton, PA, and go through Coffeetown just so we can say we've been there. Morris and Warren Counties are still terra incognita (is that correct, Jim?) for me. Let's get our legs ready for some exploring...
Hey! It'll be warm enough to start at 9:00 a.m. on Saturday, so let's do that. I'm getting kind of burnt out on Lambertville. I have something else in mind.
Meet at the Hopewell YMCA/Administration Building on Main Street in Pennington, across from Ingleside Avenue. We'll do 40-ish miles because it'll be warm enough.
I know it's only January, but I'm already starting to think about some long routes for the summer. Like the Double Reservoir Ride, only in reverse. I want to try to get up towards Easton, PA, and go through Coffeetown just so we can say we've been there. Morris and Warren Counties are still terra incognita (is that correct, Jim?) for me. Let's get our legs ready for some exploring...
Monday, January 2, 2012
New Year's Eve at Dale and Sean's
2 January 2012
Who knew you could peel a clementine orange, fill the rind with olive oil, and use the center pulp as a wick? It only catches fire sometimes...
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