Thursday, July 07, 2005

Wow, that's a helluva tool kit


Thunderbolt's license plate came today. I went to install it and brought along my screwdriver. The license plate holder is screwed in place, but connected to a bolt. Since I was lazy and didn't want to talk the 8 feet back inside my house to get a wrench, I opened up the tool kit that came with the bike.

. It's amazing the densisty of useful function to volume in that kit. There were a coulple of allen wrenches three sizes of screw driver, a bunch of normal wrenches, a universal joint, and a cylinder of metal I can only think to use to persuade stubborn metal limbs into alignment. And it all fits in this tiny little pouch under my seat. Sweet.


R.I.P. Luther Vandross


R&B singer, Luther Vandross, died this weekend. In honor and memory (though none of us really know any of his songs) the whole office had Luther burgers for lunch today.

O.K. now I need to deal with my oncoming sugar crash.


Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Note to Self


Give more time and a more thorough washing of your hands between spicy wings and removing your contact lenses.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Keith gets some sun


So apparently, even with a motorcycle helmet on, I still have enough exposed skin to cause quite a burn. Which I did quite nicely on Saturday. And of course, at this point the sensible thing to do (given that I like to drive Sally topless) would be to put on sunscreen Sunday and Monday. But when am I ever sensible. I think I need to go raid Andrew's aloe plant. Or just drink lots of water. I think the water would be easier. I'm not really sure what he does to that plant to make himself feel better.

Also. Bullfrog sun block kicks ass. I used it all through Idaho without a single burn. I used it so sparingly I had begun to think I no longer needed to (as Andrew puts it) curse my bog dwelling ancestors.


Sunday, July 03, 2005

Advertising networks


Given my typical media consumption of comics and newsday, it's of little surprise that the print ads I receive tend to be for walmart and videogames. I always figured there had to be ways of getting exposed to higher class advertising. And I kinda figured there would be a back door (i.e. a way without dropping several grand at an art show). Well a few months ago, I donated to NPR and they set me up with a subscription to a high-brow San Francisco magazine which has a whole lot of ads I don't see anywhere else.

Anyway, an ad for this company caught my eye today. Model Quality Introductions. As far as I can tell, it's "find yourself a trophy wife" dot com. Nifty.


Saturday, July 02, 2005

MSF Skills Test - Take 2


I don't know if I mentioned this here. I was a bit ashamed. But I failed my first attempt at passing the motorcycle skills test for my class. In my defense, I'ld like to say that I failed it the manly way. That is, I overcut a turn and crossed a boundary the hard way that seems to be way overrated in the gonna-make-you-fail department. But none-the-less I had to take the test a second time.

And I did today. Now there's a funny story here. Like golf, points are bad on this test. 21 makes you fail (that's actually the exact number I got the first time around). And there are two automatic 21 points during the test.

One is to commit an unsafe act. There are lots of ways this can be meant, but the canonical example they give is to pop a wheelie in excitement. Running over people apparently also counts.

The other was originally described to me as "if the bike ever becomes less than vertical". Which I interpret as "if you drop the bike". However this time, the guy giving me the test specified it a little more exactly with "if anything other than the tires or sidestand touch the ground". Subtle difference.

Well, anyway, I pick a bike. Get familiar with it. Start up the test. I'm nervous as hell which often helps me out. I get through the figure eight and swerve and figure I'm doing O.K. Then during the quick-stop I think to myself that I could have done better and start beating myself up. Next comes the last part. The part I messed up on last time.

Well first, as I'm driving over there, a bunch of students for the next section take this opportunity to wwalk right in front of me, and visions of unsafe acts cloud my mind. Unnecessary, true, but still there to freak me out.

So I start up the last part, paranoid as hell. Go through the first turn, then go through the second turn, which is 135 degrees and timed. So I end up going through the turn quickly. And I scrape the foot peg on the ground. And the tester comments on it. The only thing going through my head now is "Fuck! Well that breaks the letter of the automatic failure as it was told to me today".

Turns out, he was commenting on good style. Not bad. And he was impressed. Actually, as it turns out I got a perfect score. Guess I didn't need to quick stop any faster.

Say hello to the newest menace to society.


Friday, July 01, 2005

Google maps API


Well google realeased some javascript api calls for their mapping program. Here's my first pass usage with it. It's all the in-n-outs marked with whether or not I've visited them.

Google: Please add a call to do address to lat/long calculations. Even if it's not javascript, I don't want to have to do the ghetto wget hack that I've got going on right now.


Bad Keith. No biscuit for you.


I haven't updated in over two weeks. Granted one of those was in Idaho and at least 50 miles from any internet acces (woot). I completely understand now why people live there. It's beautiful. I seriously contemplated what it would take to buy a place out there. I'll have full details for that trip once I get photos from everyone (my camera's batteries where dead so no personal pics).

In the meanwhiles, I've been busy at work. But Stephen was kind enough to leave me a birthday present today. I had mentioned how riding my motorcycle would cause, well some iritation and itching. So to help he got me some anti monkey butt powder. I'll let you know how it works.

And I'm gonna have to figure out what to do about my Oregon speeding ticket. There was no way that road should have been 55. And I really don't think I was doing 85. I wonder how much consideration judges give written out of state depositions.