So I've got this bruise on my thigh the size of my hand and it's making it hard to sleep on my side ( Read more... )

Some time back I promised photos from the Busy Weekend.

Here you go.

As I sit here I really feel for Terry Pratchett’s conniving main character in Going Postal, in the scene where he’d ridden a racing horse bareback to Quirm, and then demanded alcohol and a hipbath full of icewater.

That sounds pleasant right now.

It was a very busy weekend, and both days started really early. Saturday, The Honey and I got up, ( Read more... )

Well, first I walked.  I walked from the house, down the 800ft of elevation, mile-ish walk to downtown, where the bikeshop had finished installing the new fork that Z had GIFTED ME at the summit ( Read more... )

So the conference in Park City is over, and as The Honey put it, “Nothing blew up where anyone noticed the explosion.” There was typical conference running issues - projectors not working, speakers showing up with their PC-based presentations to display on Macs with out enough time to look for problems, cables disappearing, caterers showing up an ( Read more... )

So we had two camper vans, a tent, and a truckbed insert at the campsite in Park City. All participants had computers out and on the campsite wifi over breakfast yesterday. We're such geeks ( Read more... )

Okay, so I've been a bit jealous of my local peeps, who will go on an epic bike ride in the morning, then spend the afternoon kiteboarding. One sport tends to wipe me out. Heck, I count yoga into that mix. I dreamed of being physically able to do the multisport thing ( Read more... )

So the Honey and I spent a day and a half in the van, listening to science podcasts and hitting the truck stops on I-84/I-80. Particularly fun is doing this with a case of poison oak rash. Again. We checked out a sale at a Sierra Trading Post ($23 Carhartts!), we checked out a campground for a future event (ice on lake still frozen, lots of mule ( Read more... )