Tuesday, February 21, 2006


Ishy chases the ducks Mike is teaching an electronics arts class this semester, and is about to start teaching the squinks how to solder. So he figured maybe he should learn himself, before he provides instruction. He picked up some of the basics, and wanted to know if I wanted to solder a phone together with him for practice. Of course I said yes, 'cause everyone knows how much fun soldering is.

This gave me a chance to bring Ishy down to Foster City and let him play in the pond at Mikes house. And oh boy did Ishy have a good time. He got to chase ducks and go swimming. I could see the innate Springer breeding in him that loved the experience.

Actually I just let him to his own devices while Mike and I soldered. At one point I realized it had been over 20 minutes since I had seen him, and I started to get worried. I whistled for him, and started calling. He didn't show up. Mike started calling him. He still didn't show. We looked around the banks and there was no sign of him.

Well this was bad. I really didn't want to have to go pick him up from doggie jail and get reprimanded because he didn't have a collar on at the time. But since it's a pond, he probably was staying close to the shore and not getting into too much trouble. We decided to put in some kayaks and go paddling for him.

So we dropped the kayaks in the water and found paddles and got ready to go after him. This was a good 5 to 10 minute process. Ishy waited until I had started walking out into the water and getting ready to enter the boat before he showed back up.

Silly puppy.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006


There were a lot of girls wearing pink in downtown San Francisco this morning while I took Ishy for a walk. Is there something special about February 14th that I'm forgetting?

Sunday, February 12, 2006

City Living

IMG_1036 This was going to be a real post, but my blogging software doesn't let me reorder posts so I'm just gonna say life is good living in a concrete jungle.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Asshole and cellphones

On the way back from a bike ride in Palo Alto today (and a requisite, too-expensive, Fry's trip) I was on the phone with my parents. Now, a lot is said about drivers on cell phones. Enough that some states have actually outlawed the practives. So you'ld figure if I had a bit of a freeway altercation, I should be the one to blame. That's not the case however. It was the guy with both eyes and ears on the road that tried to drive me off. Go figure.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Happiness is like peeing your pants...

Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth. -Jaime

Well I haven't posted much recently. I've been pretty busy. But I find myself with some time alone this evening and thought I might finaly get around to writing this post.

Blogosphere meet Jayne. Jayne meet the blogosphere. (Oh wait, you've met already). Jayne isn't her real name, but since it irks Andrew in just the right way, that's the way in which she will be referrenced here. Jayne and I had been just friends for a while. At schotchtoberfest, that got kicked up a notch.

And the last few months have been amazing. She's someone I can't get enough of, regardless of how much time we spend together. There have been few people in my life that fall into that camp. She's beautiful. And funny. And smart. And a joy to be around. And someone around whom I am comfortable being myself. And someone who makes me want to better myself, and who helps fill in the places where I'm not so good.

I can't get into all of the fun things we've done over the last few months (I didn't have time to write about it then, I'm not going to find it now), but let me tell you about one time that was particularly special. New Years Eve.

I hadn't really made any plans, and it was a few days before the New Year. Well we knew we were going to Andrew and Lexi's "prime your liver" party, but I really had no idea what to do for midnight. Jayne helped out by getting 10:30 reservations to the Acme Chophouse. This is a steakhouse at Pac Bell park. So we had a very late (and drunk) dinner of slabs of meat, and afterwards walked across the little offset of the bay that kayakers use to snag Barry Bonds' homers to a little park with a view of the Bay Bridge. There we waited patiently for midnight, and as soon as the fireworks started over the bridge, kissed pationately to start the New Year right.