Snowing again in Portland

When did I move to Alaska?

Snowboarding day 4

Good day out at Skibowl. Six runs total. Three on intermediate runs. Only one fall on all the intermediate runs (three falls total). Dev got six good runs in and only two falls the whole time.

Like I said, good day.

THIS is the Obama I voted for.....

Obama signs executive order to close Guantanamo Bay

Swimming breakthrough

I dunno how I did it, but I swam five 100s last night. Out of the gate. I was swimming on my better side (breathing to my left). I got near the end of my first 50 and thought to myself "I got plenty breath and I don't feel out of gas. Let's see what happens." And boom. I made it.

5 times.

I didn't finish a 100 breathing to my right. I'm mostly okay with that for now.

To my secret audience

You know who you are. I know you're there. I can feel you ogling my text. None escape my notice. I have eyes everywhere.

But I can be gracious. Visit. Be at home. Be at peace. Say a word. Or stay wrapped in the thick cloak of anonymity.

Enjoy my tales.

Swimming report

No clever title this time. I'm about 8 blog posts behind where I should be right now. No time to be clever.

So I swam last Tuesday at Dishman pool. I swam 20 laps in an hour. I had a decent night. Not too crowded. A good night to consolidate gains.

Then I tried to swim at Dishman Friday night. I didn't check the schedule; they hosted a swim meet. So I had to rush over to Columbia pool. By the time I hit the water I only had 45 minutes to swim. I got 15 laps. Started with breathing to my right side which is the weaker side from a technique standpoint. When I switched to my left side I felt like I was flying. I also held myself to 60 seconds of rest between laps (previously I had allowed 90 to 120 seconds). Despite my limited time in the water, I felt good about the night.

Then I swam at Dishman last night for an hour. Had a lane virtually to myself. Held myself to 60 second rests between laps. Finished 20 laps. Finished 20 laps in about 46 minutes. I feel almost ready to start working toward 100s.

What a change from a year ago. I'll dig up the entry from last year this time and see how far I've progressed.

Back on the sauce

Ten days without coffee/caffeine was plenty.

Our First Time Night Skiing

John and I at Skibowl

My white elephant prize

Monday was better than Thursday

I swam 20 laps in a little less than an hour. This was the first night I've hit 20 laps in several visits. I had several laps where I felt good flow and maintained a good pace up and down the lane. I even felt like I had some air in the tank after the lap; I almost started in on some 75s. I also managed to break my recent cycle of one good session and one bad session.

Progress continues apace.

Back to school

Started Biology 112 on Saturday. Packed class. Two lecture sessions split by a lab session every Saturday for 12 weeks. I feel reasonably current right now. The teacher seems good and she knows her stuff (which not all professors do). The most fun part involved using a compound microscope to look at specimens. I haven't used a microscope in 20 years. Or longer.

I hope it stays fun.

Monday may be better than Thursday

Which was better than Tuesday.

Swimming tonight. I swam twice last week. Tuesday night I fought about 30 people for a space in the slow lane. Apparently, I am not a slow swimmer. I am a swimmer that swims at a medium pace but requires frequent rest, like at the end of a lap. This knowledge will help me calibrate my swimming lane choice in the future. So because of the pace and the crowd, I only got 15 laps before I called it a night. Bad flow. Didn't feel strong or fluid. A disappointing session.

Thursday night went considerably better. I beat out 18 laps divided evenly between left-side and right-side breathing. I had at least two pool lengths where I felt fast and smooth and in good position. This follows a pattern I seem to have with swimming. One night is reasonably good, then next night swimming not so much. Then a third night is back to reasonably good.

So lets hope Monday is not a Monday, but is better than a Thursday.

True evil exists at our gym

I have encountered true evil at Recreate Fitness. This malevolence causes men of grit to quail and women of quality to seek shelter. I speak of nothing less than "The Leg Circuit"; an exercise progression of such agony that the sane flee it.

Four exercises comprise this leg circuit:
20 squats
10 lunges with each leg, alternating
10 jumping lunges with each leg, alternating
10 jumping squat

The ache of this poison lingers in my thews and stains my ligaments with grief. I yearn for a quick recovery, as do all who encounter this well of woe. But you may mark me out of the crowd by my haggard visage and shuffling, pained gait.

At least for another 24 hours or so.

Pictures from New Years

I haven't had a chance to go through and delete the bad ones yet. Enjoy!

Snowshoeing Dec 31 and Jan 1

Snowshoeing Mt Tumalo Jan 2

Snowboarding Mt Bachelor

Ushering in a new era

We snowshoed yesterday and the day before. Some nice easy 4 mile loops. Cowboy went with us on New Year's Eve. He enjoys playing in the snow but has a hard time in soft snow. By the time we got done with the trudge back to the car, Cowboy could hardly walk. We hung out at the house the rest of the day. Ate some good food. Drank a little wine and beer. Waited for Nate and Aaron and Kate to arrive.

They walked in the door right around 9 pm. Almost as soon as they finished unloading the car, Nate shot out the back door of the house to the pedestrian path on a quest for some groceries and beer. Thirty minutes pass and no Nate. We didn't think much of it; maybe he was perusing the selection at the store. An hour passes and no Nate. At least three of us wonder aloud at his lengthening absence. We joke and keep playing cards. Almost two hours swing by with Rummy 500 passing the time. Now all of us are worried about Nate's absence. Keith and Kate hop into a car and cruise around the community. They go to the grocery store and find a local police officer. As they are speaking with the cop Nate wanders into the headlights of their car. They're back in moments.

We all watch the ball drop. I'm sad watching Dick Clark. He's so fragile and has a hard time talking. If he's doing it because he loves it, then I'm cool. If he's doing it because he was conned and cajoled then I'm angry.

Another game of Rummy and another drink and then most of us turn in. Another late start New Year's Day (yesterday). The weather conditions on Mt Bachelor sucked. Nate and Keith and Aaron loaded up for some backcountry skiing on Mt Tumalo. Dev and Sue and I wandered back to the Edison Sno Park; Sue skied cross country while Dev and I snowshoed up to the Edison shelter. We let Cowboy stay home for a recovery day. After trucking around in the snow, we all gathered back at the house. Dev and I spent a few minutes in the house hot tub. We gathered around after for enchiladas (made by Dev.) Aaron mixed up some tasty and potent margaritas. We played more cards and watched the resort network also known as the ski porn channel.

So we rose early this morning. Conditions on Bachelor still seem a little sketchy and not nearly as nice as tomorrow. At $70 for a lift ticket, we're hesitant to rush up there if the conditions aren't great. So now we're finishing breakfast and discussing our options. More snowshoeing? Cross country skiing? Town day with movie and a tour of the Deschutes brewery?

(We forgot the cable for our camera so you all will have to wait for pictures until Sunday after we get home.)

New year's celebration underway

Dev and Sue got to the rental house last night. They prepped the place; put away the groceries, walked the dogs, found out how all the light switches work. Keith and I drove up after work with all the ski gear. We got in right around 11 pm; I grabbed dinner about 6:30 so we got a late start getting on the road.

We got up late this morning (7:30 am). Motivation to get moving lacked. We walked the dogs. Checked the weather. Looked at snowshoe trails. Consulted the Mt Bachelor website for conditions and snow forecast. Discussed what we want to do.

Basically a nice relaxing start to our New Year's bash 08-09.

Good Surprises

Scott and Ann came to visit last night. Last minute. The called about 2 pm. Got in around 8 pm. We had pizza and beer and wine and scotch and dogwalks and Qwirkle and merriment. It was a great way to spend our last night in town before heading to Bend, Oregon for our annual New Year's bash.

Thanks for coming to visit guys! We had a good time!

Hiking pants aren't biking pants

Sometimes I learn things the hard way. Turns out that rain pants with a full length side zipper will leak at the zipper when the knee stays acutely bent for more than a few minutes.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

Sometimes 15 is better than 17

I hiked (i.e. rode the bus) over to Dishman pool yesterday so I could get some laps in. It's been a week since I could get to the pool. We've had crazy weather here this last week. Snow piled up. And piled up. And piled up some more. And then Christmas happened. And then I had to work Friday. And before you know it, a full week passes.

So I get back to the pool yesterday. I hopped in and started stroking away; straight into a set of 50 yard laps. I tick off 5 laps leading with my right arm and breathing every stroke. I'm not as efficient as last week, but I'm getting to the deep end and back without stopping. I switch off to breathing to my right side for the next 5 laps. My form is worse on my right side but my swimming feels more relaxed. I switch back to leading with my right arm for 4 more laps and start to get tired. I try for a few more laps on my other side (breathing to the right). I get down the lane and back once but I'm losing steam fast.

I hop out of the water and head for the showers. I figure 15 full laps is twice as many as I managed previously. I also figure that my form is getting sloppier as I get more tired so it's time to call it good for the day. So progress continues.

Merry Christmas in 2008

Winter storm 08 pictures

Here are some pics from the last three days.

Public interventions

I had a short but interesting bus ride home tonight. I'm not sure about my part in the night's festivities, but maybe laying it out will help me sort it.

Macforce sent us all home early tonight (4 pm) after we opened very late today (11 am). I didn't ride my bike because there's a foot of snow on the ground. I didn't drive, because there's a foot of snow on the ground and Dev would have been stranded at home. I didn't have Dev drive me to work because there's a foot of snow on the ground and she has better things to do than schlepp me an hour in to work on deeply snowed-in side roads. So I rode the bus to work. On the way out, Jamie offered to drive me part way. I accepted and saved myself the pain of waiting for the bus in high winds on top of the Hawthorne Bridge.

I walked 5 blocks to the bus stop. I got there just as a bus pulled in; lucky me. The bus was crowded front to back and only standing room left. I squeezed in. A young lady sat to my left and was talking with the women next to her about feeling ill. After about 10 minutes of being on the bus, she called for the trash can. A couple of passengers handed it back to her. She got sick into the trash can. Quickly and quietly. At the next big transition stop (a stop where about one third of the bus debarks and new passengers replace them completely), the young lady hands the trash can back to the bus driver and politely tells her what happens. I was moving toward the back of the bus to make room for the new passengers and heard the young lady talking to the bus driver.

I didn't get far towards the back of the bus though. People were boarding through the back door. The bus driver couldn't see through the crowd. She called for everyone to move toward the back so new passengers could get on. Somewhere around 7 or 8 folks boarded through the back door. Progress towards the back of the bus stalled. The driver called for us to move back again. Someone shouted that people were coming in through the back door. A couple of the people boarding turned around and got back off the bus. One young lady in a brown fake leather jacket and her shorter friend stayed on and made no move to go farther back on the bus.

The young lady who got sick a few moments earlier started squirming her way through the crowd. She was yelling at the people coming on through the back door. Shaming them for causing problems. I don't remember the words so much as the outraged tone of her voice. The rogue passenger in the brown coat said something to her friend and laughed. The young lady who got sick zeroed in on her and yelled some more about being inconsiderate. Two or three more pleasantries were exchanged and then the two girls started throwing punches. After one or two good swings each, they had locked a deathgrip on each other. The girl in the brown coat had a fist-full of the sick girl's hair and the stayed locked head to head and shoulder on shoulder over a couple of passengers.

The lady in the outer seat of the pair onto which the altercants had draped themselves looked very uncomfortable; maybe terrified. She had the blond narrow features I always associate with Poland or the former Eastern Bloc nations of Europe. She squeezed out from under the girls and excused herself. I think I imagined a Slavic accent. Passenger on the bus were getting unsettled. A couple yelled at the fighting girls to act like adults. Some were trying yell at the girls to be reasonable. A couple of passengers said something along the lines of "someone break up the fight" and didn't make a move to get involved. The women banged around a few times. Passengers in the aisle moved as far forward in the bus as they could, streaming past me, which left me on one side and a big dude on the other side containing the girls from bouncing around on more passengers.

A guy in a seat directly in front of the girls started trying to pull the brown jacketed girl's grip free from the other girls hair. One of the girls kept saying "let go of my hair." It was impossible to tell which combatant said it. I started helping the the gentleman pry open the fist holding the hair. The jacketed girl's friend was on the other side saying something vaguely resembling an effort for her friend to be reasonable. Finally we got the two girls apart. The flew back at each other. We accomplished a second separation. The girl in the brown jacket went to throw a punch and I grabbed her hand to stop her. She glared at me and said something to the effect of "You better let go of me!" I let go, not really knowing what else to do. I didn't want her to hit me. And I'm not real keen in getting into a fight with a woman, particularly not in such a public place.

After we got them separated a third time they yelled some more. The girl in the brown jacket and her friend got off the bus. The came back for a broken cell phone and a glove. Then they wandered into the crowd at the transit station. They knew the police had been called, but neither they nor anyone on the bus seemed to think the police would be there anytime soon. After I pointed out the girl to the bus driver, the bus pulled out. We had already been stopped too long and the incident was done.

The guy who had formed the blocker on the other side of the fight said thanks. Two women thanked me for doing something. One looked like she might work fro TriMet. I really didn't feel like I had done anything. I kept extra people from getting hurt. I helped contain the fight but I didn't really help to stop it. I didn't know how to stop it. I felt shaky the rest of the ride home. The dude in the glasses wished the young lady who got sick a better evening. I got off the bus four stops later, still shaky. I told the young lady who had gotten sick that for what it was worth, I appreciated the fact that she had said something about the people coming onto the bus the wrong way. And I told her that I hoped she had a much better evening.

My insides still felt woogy by the time I had tromped through the snow and walked in the door at home. I really don't like conflict. I don't like how my brain seizes and prevents me from thinking of alternative courses of action. And I hate the lack of certainty that I'm doing the right thing; I know that I had to do something, but I didn't know if it was the right thing.

So much for tonight's confessional.

Twenty minus three equal seven fifties?

Lets do the numbers:

Two inches of snow
One bus ride to Dishman Pool
Five laps leading with my right arm and breathing every other stroke
Five laps leading with my left arm and breathing every other stroke
Six laps *with no rest at the deep end* leading with my right arm
Ninety seconds of rest between laps
One lap *with no rest at the deep end* leading with my left arm
Equals
One really good day in David's swimming progression

Shameful

This post from Crooks and Liars is unbelievable.

Here's the video in the post:

Still Snowing

Snowing off and all all week long here. I've literally never seen anything like it. Growing up in Texas involved 5 snow days in my 30 years there. I don't think I got a single snow day while I lived in California. And now a week of snow. It's unfortunate for my swimming this week. Only one day of swimming on Tuesday. Then I skipped Thursday night because I was so sore from the workout at the gym on Wednesday. Mistake. The city pools closed Friday for inclement weather. And now the pool closest to me is closed until the new year for their annual maintenance. [sigh]

I hope Dishman Pool opens today. Lap swim is not until 11 AM.

Off the cute-meter

Eating snow


Snow angel started


Snow angel finished


Another snow cone please!

Sometimes 20 isn't 20 either

Twenty laps at the pool last night. I didn't link any fifties together. But I did get some good form and stroke work. At Dev's suggestion, I tried breathing every second stroke instead of every third stroke. So I took a breath every time I stroked with my right hand for instance, instead of alternating sides with my breathing like the classic race swimmer. I got two good things out this exercise.

The breathing-every-two exercise forced me to practice keeping the lead arm extended while breathing and timing the breath so that my lead arm could stay extended. The extended position helps me keep my length up for speed and maintaining a good body position for efficiency. I didn't manage to keep he lead arm out all the time. But I had my arm out way more often than I've managed in the last few months. I alternated arms for 5 or 6 laps and then settled on my better lead arm for the last 5 laps of the night. (My better "lead" arm is my right arm for those of you dying of curiosity.)

I also practiced better breathing technique. Since I got to breath with every stroke, I could breath more shallowly. Since I could breathe more shallowly, I could breathe more quickly. Since I could breathe more quickly, I could keep my "front" arm out front more easily and maintain my velocity better. I even managed to breathe in the little trough that forms from my head pushing through the water. That only happened a few times. I happened often enough for me to start remembering how it feels.

So all in all, I had a good night swimming. I felt efficient. I played with my body position and swim mechanics and I started getting some relaxed strokes going. Twenty *better* laps than the last time I beat water for a thousand yards.

If only I could swim like this...

Ice is bad for bicycles

When it's on the ground, anyway. Twenty two degrees and no wind with a clear sky means the commute should'a been pleasant. I had enough clothes on that I was warm. My feet needed another pair of socks, but I can solve that tomorrow. I didn't suffer from cold or overheating from my exertions. The streets had been reasonably clear of snow and ice from yesterday. The patches I had been through hadn't affected my traction or balance too much. And then I hit the top of the floating section of the Esplanade. I tracked right just a little too early at the top of the rise and my rear tire slid out from under me. My right knee, my right hip and my pride all bruised in one go. [sigh]

Coming along swimmingly

I made it to the pool two more times this last week. I got surprised by a swim meet at my normal swimming location (Columbia Pool) on wednesday. It's not like they had signs or the dates called out in their Fall Schedule or anything. So I rode my bike home and got directions for Dishman Pool and drove over there to get 45 minutes of swimming.

I didn't swim very efficiently. I couldn't find my rhythm or efficiency in my stroke. I beat the water for about 14 laps and then called it good. I ran the clock all the way out to closing time. I felt nowhere near as efficient as I had Monday night. Disheartening.

I headed back to Columbia Pool on Friday night. I like Friday nights at the pool. There's only an hour of open swimming but they have 6 open lanes so I generally don't have to share with anyone. I stroked out 15 laps at Columbia and while I never linked a full 50 yards together, I did have a mini breakthrough on my breathing. And I fiddled with some of my posture during the swim. It felt more productive than Wednesday night.

Hopefully I'll see some improvement in distance over the next couple of weeks.

Sometimes Winter Storms come true

Portland newscasters spent the last 48 hours reeling off continued warnings that we would have snow and sleet and ice. And it could get very dangerous on the roads. And shut the city down. And snow. And ice. And danger. It seems that the news here goes through this "winter is coming" drill at least 4 or 5 times a winter and nothing hits the city. The west hills get a dusting of snow. Or the winds blows hard but there's no freezing precipitation.

Well, they got it right this time. We got snow today. And winds and low temperatures. It's snowed off and on since early this morning. Dev and I saw a pickup facing three quarters the wrong way around noon today. The truck had its back wheels on the other lane of traffic. The passenger section rested gently (even comfortably) on the raised concrete median. The front wheel sat on our side of the road divider. The truck didn't seem very chewed up for all that.

We've spent most of the afternoon holed up at home since. We took Cowboy out to the park to play in the snow. Moxie and Boj started the expedition with us but soon turned around declaiming that "We'd never make it across the park and we were mad to try!" Cowboy disregarded their pessimism and create two snow angels for our amusement. We then hurried to join the deserting chihuahuas inside the house. Cowboy sat staring at the snow longingly since.

18 is also less than 20

But 3 is more than zero!

Eighteen 50 yard runs in the pool is what I managed tonight. Which is less than my ostensible 1000 meter per swim night goal. I did, however, get three 50 foot laps without needing to stop at the 25 meter mark. And they were my first laps of the night. I then reeled off 5 more laps where I made it about 40 meters before I completely wound out my wind.

And then Staff Sergeant Evan Smith walked into Columbia Pool.

He works out at Recreate with me and Dev and the crew. And he's in Air Force Reserves. In rescue, or something. Something that involves a lot of swimming and rescuing people. And he wanted someone to swim with outside his Air Force crew. So I stepped up. Evan joined me at the pool tonight after a few missed connections. He gave me some pointers based on what he could see. Then he swam the length of the pool underwater, underneath me to watch my form. So he's a big friggin' show-off to boot ( I kid, I kid!)

Between him and Dev, I'll have some killer form in the next few months!

17 is less than 20

Back to swimming tonight. And it looks like tomorrow night, too. Good thing swimming is a low impact activity. I had a brief hiatus this month. I last hit the pool on November 18 (also a Tuesday). The Thanksgiving and a lot of madness hit. I got distracted and lazy. So I couldn't capitalize on my performance that night. I got up to 20 laps that night. My flow wasn't great. And my energy and enthusiasm hit a pretty low ebb. But I made 20 laps.

And then I stopped swimming for two weeks.

Good news is that my form is still not too bad. I felt like I swam pretty well. I had two or four lengths where I actually felt efficient and not too out of breath by the time I reached the end of the lane. Bad news is that I could not string any of these good lengths consecutively. [sigh] My left calf near the ankle decided to seize up in a pretty painful cramp, too on lap 17. So I finished the lap and called it good. I'll be back tomorrow night for more.

Turkey Weekend redux

Lots happened!

-Worked out at the gym Thanksgiving day morning

-Had a very tasty Thanksgiving day meal with Zach and Jenna and Reyna and Gavin. And forgot to take ANY pictures

-Fed the dogs some of the turkey giblets. They love us more than ever before.

-Friday morning: hike Dog Mountain with my buddy Dan and some of his friends. And forgot to take ANY pictures

-Had a good burger and tasty pint of Walking Man IPA at the Skamania lodge for lodge. The beer must have been spiked with tryptophan.

-Fell asleep in the back seat on the way home.

-Got home. Did 3 chores. Fell asleep with Dev and the dogs for 2 hours.

-Saturday: Up late. Workout. Chores. Dinner with people from the gym. Chatty cozy dinner. We fit 15 people at a 10 person table. We closed down the joint. Bed at 11:30 pm.

-Sunday: Christmas shopping. Five. Hours. of. pure. shopping. joy.

-Bought some new shoes. My Keens are falling apart on my feet. Went simple and bought a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor low tops.

-Dreading work tomorrow, mainly from the enforced schedule than from the workload.

Old school at school

Locked up to the bike rack at PCC.

Tile in kitchen is done

All that's left is the mudroom and all the trim.

Tile getting done

Happy birthday Keith!

With your boot of beer!

It could be worse...

...it could be raining. Oh. Wait. It is raining.

What you see above is the result of the newly discovered hole in my rain pants. [sigh]

On the upside, several things went right. Despite pelting rain, my ne rain jacket kept my completely dry on my upper half. And my new rubber boots for winter bike commuting passed their first test. I can, in fact, wear them comfortably for an 8.5 mile commute.

So far so good.

I'm not Evan

But I feel pretty good about this.

Floor replacement day 2

Got hardy board down in the kitchen. Got it fitted in the mid room.
Now I'm fitting a beer I my stomach.

Dev with Lochlan

Kitchen floor...

...four hours of demo.

Bold gull

I was two feet away from this bad boy. He just stared back at me.

Cup #4

Yes, Virginia. It's that sort of day.

Slow progress

Did 18 laps in the pool last night. Took a long time. I stuck with it and got there. Almost to 20 laps. Then I start working on doing laps with fewer and shorter breaks between them. Progress is slow, but measurable. Dev was incredibly encouraging about it; she pointed out that a year ago I could not have got 18 laps no matter how long I stayed at the pool and how long I rested on each pool length. Yet another reason I keep her around - my own little cheer leading squad. [grin]

Perfect Storm Monday

4:30 AM get up to drive Dev to airport

6:52 AM wake up and realize that the alarm for 6:20 AM did not, in fact, go off because I changed the time but didn't set the alarm.

7:20 AM Walk dogs in the rain

8:10 AM Get into work late. (Funny how I am late more often when I drive the truck than when I ride my bike)

8:20-something AM Read emails from five co-workers stating that they will not be in to work today because they are sick.

On the up side, a lot of crappy stuff happened really early in the day, so maybe it will balance out (?)

Oh Monday....

Stomach ache

Waiting to happen...

Yes We Can

I know how the right feels this morning. I felt the same way watching the Reagan landslide back in fourth grade. So I feel for you guys.

But I'm happy with the result.

Yes we can, indeed.

Yes!

That's right; a JUG of beer!

One night early

Mwahahaha!

Dev's jack o' lantern

My jack o' lantern

Line o' lanterns

Today's awesome t-shirt

Perk of working at a computer shop

:-)

Mt Hood sunrise

It's hard to see in this picture but Mount Hood looked very Mount Doom
this morning.

Sunrise over Portland

New bike report

Four days with the new bike have finished. It feels slow with just 3 gears, but I have a set of wheels with an 8 speed internally geared hub which should take care of the power spread. The seat will be chucked in favor of a Brooks leather saddle. The geometry and handling seem good. And the bike is just fun to ride, if not quite as zippy as my Bianchi.I'm still working my way through all the adjustments and really should have it in at a shop for a basic tune up soon, since it is almost a year old.

Personal Record

I got three (3) 165 pound front squats at the gym on Monday. I felt in control and strong through the set. So I felt pretty good about that.

[big grin]

New ride

Picked this up used on Friday night. I'm gonna try to turn it into a
winter commuter and general fun bike.

Dev refusing to smile

At Lisa and Sean's going away party.

Another contest - this one for a journal

Even though I only jopurnal and write sporadically, I have a bit of a journal fetish. I really like the aesthetics of Moleskine journals. They just have a great feel and weight. The "history" of the journal (augmented for maximum marketing impact) adds to the aura of the brand. But they are expensive.

I started digging around and looking for other brands of journals. And then I found Black Cover.

So I've been following this website for a while now. The guy reviews all the "Moleskine like" pocket journals that he can get his hands on. I get to live vicariously through his reviews. His standards are quite a bit higher than mine, which is good. When he gives high marks to a journal, I know it's pretty dang good. The blog also saves me time in looking for new brands to try.

Well, now he has a contest. I can win a set of journals by posting about the website here on my blog. And I've linked him in the side bar with my followed blogs. That gets me some entries in the contest. But if all of you who read this click through to Black Cover and generate the most number of hits to his website, then I get an extra credit entry in the contest. So get clicking!

And thanks!

Republicans are NOT fiscal conservatives

How many ways can you say it?

Fuzzy caterpillar at the dog park

Thought I'd share.

Pictures from last Sunday

Took me a while to post these.

Breakfast to cheer our marathon-running friends Shirley and Sean.

Beating the rain

I got home about 10 minutes ahead of the rain. Funny how the clouds looked static on my ride home. I didn't feel much wind. Then I get home, and I do a couple of things on the computer. I look out the window and the road is soaked. Good (and lucky) timing on my part I guess.

Clouds over west hills

From Willamette blvd

Clouds over the west hills

From Willamette blvd

Clouds to the west

On my way home

HPL Film Fest wrap up

I had a great time. Instead of a listing of the things I watched, I'll just say that I'm glad I bought a weekend pass and "ate my fill" at the trough. I didn't stay all the way through the end tonight; I got home at 1:30 am this morning. Then Dev and I hosted breakfast for a lot of folks from the gym so we could go cheer Sean and Shirley on their run in the Portland marathon (pics coming soon). I made it through the first session at the film festival today and then just hit the wall. I listened to some good discussion on pop culture and Lovecraft, on Robert E Howard and his Solomon Kane character, and one more spate of comments and funniness from Mike Mignola.

And I won a DVD by knowing some Lovecraft trivia.

So a successful weekend. Now time for pizza, a DVD at home (no, not the one I won) and then the sweet release of sleep.

I won a prize

Re-Animator DVD!

Tiki with John and Jetgirl

ST Joshi question and answer

Bad light. But that's the man. Good speaker. Easy to see why he's the
authority on H P.

Vendor Hall at HPL Film Fest

Good crowd.

HPL film festival day 2

Lovecraft Film Fest night 1

First, I clearly need more practice mobile blogging.

One post the entire night I'm there.

And no pictures?

Seriously.

So, first up tonight I saw "Hellboy" with an intro and a Q&A session from Hellboy creator Mike Mignola. Funny guy. Good answers to questions posed. Best question of the night: "Did you intentionally use Lovecraft in the mythos for Hellboy?" Answer: "No." Mignola said he scoured creation myths for inspiration. He found one that he hijacked, pruned and face-lifted for Hellboy. Resemblance to Lovecraftian mythos critters is coincidental/subconscious.

Next up, I watched the Shorts Block 2. Uneven quality, but generally entertaining. There were two wholly original pieces and a Poe-inspired film and a music video. The rest of the shorts came pretty much from Lovecraft's writings.

Hopefully more pictures from tomorrow's festival happenings.

At the film fest

Waiting for Mignola to come out for a QA priory to Hellboy. The vendors have a pretty good assortment of Cthuliana. Sighco has some very tempting workshirts and hoodies.

Fall's here

Raining.

Lots.

{Sigh}

I wasn't ready just yet.....

Tellin' stories

So I used to be a huge fantasy/sci-fi literature junkie. And one of my favorite authors in the genre is H.P. Lovecraft. I first read him in high school after checking one of his books out of the school library, of all places. I was hooked. His dark universe of implacable and coldly indifferent forces mesmerized me. Reading him led to the first time I had trouble turning the lights off to go to sleep.

I wrote my college thesis on Lovecraft's universe.

While I don't crack the spines very often, I own the hard-bound edition of the complete works of Lovecraft.

And now I live in a city that has a film festival started

in the hope that H.P. Lovecraft would be rightly recognized as a master of gothic horror and his work more faithfully adapted to film and television.

The H. P. Lovecraft Film Festival.

And I just bought a weekend pass for the show. If you're going, then lemme know. If you want to go, lemme know. I'll be there.

Foggy morning commute

Sun breaking through fog onto downtown.

Foggy morning commute

Esplanade in fog.

Foggy morning commute

Steel bridge in the fog.

Foggy morning commute

Broadway bridge disappears into fog.

Foggy morning commute

Highway 405 swallowed by fogbank.

Foggy morning commute

Willamette road

Foggy morning commute