Obama: Do something useful and convert us to metric. K? Thanks.

There are three main units of measurement in physics: MKS, CGS, and Customary (English). MKS stands for Meters, Kilograms, and Seconds, and CGS stands for Centimeter, Gram, and Seconds. Customary is the confusing collection of feet, miles, pounds, ounces, gallons, and such.

For those having slept through the one math or science class that addressed metric, the best reason to use metric is the way you can easily convert between different units:

• 1 KiloMeter = 1000 Meters = 100000 Centimeters
• 1 Mile = 5280 Feet = 63360 inches

• 1 Liter = 10 DeciLiters = 100 Centileters = 1000 MilliLiters
• 1 gallon = 4 quarts = 8 pints = 16 cups = 256 tablespoons = 768 teaspoons
  

• 1 KiloGram = 1000 Grams
• 1 Pound = 16 ounce
  

You might remember a few years ago when the Mars Climate Orbiter crashed into the surface of Mars. The cause? One of the contractors used metric and the other customary resulting in the orbiter not realizing how far away it was from Mars. Huh? Who the heck uses customary in any field of science? Engineers, I guess.

You can't quit smoking gradually and similarly, you can't convert to metric if you aren't forcefully oppressed by it for a while. The withdrawal will suck, but after being inundated for a while, you won't believe you had to learn the arcane customary measurements. Also, since the economy is currently in a downswing, and the government wants to give away a ton of our tax dollars (which isn't necessarily bad, but it would be better to get something for it), some of that money should go to converting all of our road signs to metric.

Anyway, all of this was precipitated by the latest XKCD comic. Some of the relations are quite useful, regardless of the author's perverse fascination with all things Serenity. There's nothing wrong with raptors or Ron Paul, though.

Skiing at Breck!

So, not much truly exciting has been taking place recently besides paling around with Kristen. Until yesterday, that is!

My first visit to Breckenridge was on a trip with some fellow Clara Vista workers back in the mid-90s. The first day was blech -- snowy, cold, and zero visibility. The next day was at Vail, with perfect weather and skiing. However, the altitude and dryness kicked my ass and I didn't ski the last day back at Breck.

My next visit to Breck was awesome. While I was doing some consulting work in Colorado Springs a few years ago, Mike and I accidentally met up with Mitchell and Sue and had an one of my best days of skiing.

Yesterday was a great, first day of the ski season for me. So far this season Breckenridge appears to have the most snow of the Colorado ski resorts, plus it is a little farther away so the crowds were non-existent. Most of the double diamonds were closed, so I wasn't tempted to risk injury. The few difficult runs I did reminded me how much my legs muscles have atrophied. What I love about Breck is the plethora of long, intermediate runs where you can go fast and work on technique.

Of course, the views from Breckenridge are quite amazing.


You can check out my latest photo set from my trip to Breckenridge yesterday. I've added my most recent photostream pics to the top of the blog.

For inquiring minds...

Blog updates have been few and far between. Part of this is due to working on lots of stuff, and since I tend to work on things in parallel, nothing gets done timely. Working on it...

Anyway, I've been working with Pat on Sneaq/Blurt/<name still to be determined>, a fast and loose blogging engine, and spending too much time debugging all the stupid little problems I seem to encounter.

Oh, and I met an absolutely wonderful girl here in Colorado Springs. Here's a couple pics of Kristen and I while hiking Seven Bridges...


On the downside, I just found out how bad Colorado is for consulting rates. Oh well, time to write the killer iPhone application and just let the money roll in...

Jack Quinn's Runners Club

Yesterday I ran 5K with Jack Quinn's Runners Club. It's more of a drinking club with a running problem as it's sponsored by a great Irish bar in downtown Colorado Springs, with free appetizers and 2.50 Odell beers. The beer is actually really good, my favorite so far is their 90 Shilling (a Scottish ale), but in September they should have the seasonal Extra Special Red.

This club is a really big deal, at least in terms of participant numbers. 628 ran yesterday -- yes, they keep attendance, and after 10 runs you get a really nice shirt. Most people stick around afterwards, either upstairs where the food is, or outside spilling onto the sidewalk.

Out of the 627 other people, I met two: Colb (sp?) who was volunteering to bus the tables, and Sue, an English woman who's been here for 21 (23?) years and participates in half Iron Mans. Both were really nice and fun. Time for me to volunteer and meet some more people...

My two goals were accomplished: meeting some new people and not stopping to suck wind during the run. Yay for me!

First purchased iPhone app: SmartSokoban

I generally do not buy applications unless absolutely necessary and usually only the best in class. I've purchased VMware Fusion, OmniFocus (if it had support for time keeping, billing, and simple reporting I'd probably use it), and OmniGraffle.

However, for $4.99, SmartSokoban (AppStore link) is worth all 499 pennies. Sokoban is a puzzle game where you have to move boxes around a maze and set them in the appropriate place. The trick is you may only push boxes. This implementation has very slick looking and minimalistic graphics, in fact it looks better than any other implementation I've seen. It also features the option to download additional Sokoban level libraries.

Of course, SmartSokoban could use a few features like counting how many moves, concurrent level libraries, and many other obvious ones, but it is brilliant in its current simplicity.

P.S. If anyone figures out the level 11, let me know. I'm pretty sure it is unsolvable.

Goodbye Treo 700p, Hello iPhone 3G

Apple must have known I wanted to ditch my decrepit Treo because I picked it up today after ordering three days ago, even though they told me 10-21 days. The delivery quickness might be due to ordering the white version, or maybe it is Kharma making up for BMW still not having my motorcycle fixed even though they've had it for a month. From tracking various availabilities on the Apple web site, it seemed that white was in stock more often to black, and I didn't really care about the color as I'll be putting a skin on it. Any recommendations?

Here are my first impressions:

• The sound quality is awesome. My parents said I sound so much clearer, unlike the fishbowl of the Treo.
• The UI is a little confusing at first. E.g., sometimes you use gestures to navigate and sometimes you have to click little buttons to go forward and back. Not really confusing, but I was trying to use my gesture-fu only to find it was lacking. Otherwise, no complaints.
• The keyboard is a little difficult until you realize you want to aim the center of your finger, and not the edge, on the center of the letter. Still would be nice if rotating the phone would always give you a bigger keyboard.

My current list of installed apps:

• eReader - Gotta have a book to read.
  
• Google mobile app - Just testing, seems redundant right now.
  
• iWant - So far seems useful for finding things near my location, but it doesn't appear to find the closest movie theater (or I just think there should be one closer than the one it found.)
  
• iYardage - Just in case I caddy because I ain't playing golf no mo'.
  
• Moonlight Mahjong light - I've always liked Mahjong.
  
• Pandora - Wow, this is definitely an awesome app. Needs a buy from Amazon MP3 option... I wonder if Apple would allow it, and will Amazon will sue if not?
  
• Phonesaber - No, I'm not happy to see you, I've got a phonesaber in my pocket.
  
• Twitteriffic - At least until there's a better Twitter app. This one's good, but the ads could get annoying.
  
• VoiceNotes - I thought you could already take voice notes on the iPhone, but maybe the iPhone doesn't sync those. These get sync'd.

More updates as I think of them...

100 Things or Bust

Since I am moving to Colorado Springs and staying in the house of friends, minimizing my stuff to the essential was necessary. I had read a while ago about a guy living out of a rucksack, which was interesting but impractical for anyone not busking for quarters on the street corner or running from the law. Also a while ago, I read about people limiting their personal items to 100 things, and more recently about Dave Bruno, oddly named the same as an elementary school friend who I just reconnected with via LinkedIn, doing the same thing.

Playing by the Rules

Like the Constitution of the United States, a simple statement may be interpreted many different ways. Limiting yourself to 100 Things is equally flexible. I chose to casually follow these rules:

1. 100 Things
2. Books are excluded, but limited to the unread or essential reference material.
3. Certain items may be counted as 1 regardless of number, e.g. socks, underwear, and support items for computer equipment. Shoes are not counted this way (sorry, Jeff!)
4. Completely excluded from the list are sporting equipment (hockey, baseball, camping, ...) If you have hobbies, you are going to have stuff, and the more complicated the hobby, the more stuff it requires. (Sorry again, Jeff, N pairs of hiking boots are still counted individually.)
5. I’m not sure whether to count the luggage required to haul this stuff around, but I'm not. So I guess I am sure.
   

I’m contemplating something more like 200 Cubic Feet (10×10x2) since it might make packing easier.

Summary

Narrowing down my items to an essential 100 Things was much harder than I thought, even with the exceptions. Part of the difficulty was the accounting and packing process happening at the same time. The most difficult were the last 25 items during the last hour of packing. Right now I’m not sure how many things I actually have sent onwards to Colorado as that final, frantic hour was a bit of a whirlwind. There were a number of late entries like the Viget ski hat swag Brian gave me while out for drinks on Thursday night. Please note that swag is free stuff, and schwag is low grade marijuana -- probably good to keep discrete.

Overall, just attempting to limit my possessions was fun and insightful. It will be a week or so until I realize what I may be missing, and I will follow up accordingly. Regardless, I’ll be back in DC to get my remaining stuff (kitchen supplies, keep sakes, artwork, and the like) during the middle of August, so I can probably suffer through anything I might not have, if only because I’ll be living in a sweet Victorian house built in 1996 containing a 54” HD LCD TV.

The existence of the TV will be interesting because I’m more or less broken from watching it since my XC motorcycle trip. However, once hockey season starts up I’ll probably suck it down like last week’s 31 year old Macallan.

Update 1 (already???)

OK, so I'm here in Austin visiting Erica and I've already forgotten some important things. They are replaceable, but annoying. The first item I noticed missing was the power supply for my Macbook Pro. Oops! The backup power supply is in a box on a slow boat to Colorado Springs, but I do have 2 batteries, and Erica should keep me suitably entertained to not want my computer. Jeff has kindly acquiesced to overnight it.

While I managed to pack all my dress shirts and pants, I neglected to pack my casual summer shirts. This is a problem in Austin as it is 100 degrees and walking around in a dress shirt on a Saturday might make people think I'm a Mormon (not that there's anything wrong with that.)

Update 2

Here I am in Colorado Springs, really missing my laptop power supply and squeaking by with one for a MacBook Air (ugh, Worst Buy stacked a discounted, open box Air one behind the Pro one and I grabbed w/o checking.) "Just go return it" would be great advice but the BMW dealer neglected to note the date I was returning and pushed off repairs until this week (i.e. until I called and asked when it would be done...)

Turns out I am also missing my GPS charger. I'm not even sure where that might be because I don't remember seeing it.

The List

1. pillows
2. comforter
3. duvet and sheets
4. bag, rust, REI duffle
5. tent, teal, 2 person
6. sleeping bag, blue, Northface 3 season
7. shoes, brown, dress
8. shoes, black, dress
9. shoes, brown, casual
10. shoes, brown, sockless
11. sandals, brown
12. sandals, green, Chacos
13. sandals, orange, Crocs
14. shoes, white, running
15. shoes, grey, trail
16. boots, brown, hiking
17. jacket, rust, light windbreaker
18. jacket, green, North Face soft shell
19. jacket, green, Marmot waterproof shell
20. jacket, black, Fieldsheer motorcycle jacket w/ warm, waterproof liner
21. long sleeve t-shirt, white
22. long sleeve t-shirt, yellow
23. pants, black, dress
24. pants, khaki, dressy-ish
25. pants, jeans
26. pants, jeans
27. pants, blue, dockers
28. pants, khaki, dockers
29. pants, black
30. suit, black
31. mock turtleneck, green
32. t-shirt, orange, biking
33. dress shirt
34. dress shirt
35. dress shirt
36. dress shirt
37. dress shirt
38. dress shirt
39. iomega hard disk backup, black, includes power and cable
40. shuttle computer
41. keyboard
42. usb wifi
43. wireless mouse
44. GPS
45. southwest quilt
46. motorcycle helmet
47. underwear
48. socks
49. MBP and other goodies
50. ipod, red, 4gb nano w/ 2 pair headphones
51. camera, black, canon 870is and accessories
52. t-shirt, white, undershirt x 5
53. shorts, blue
54. shorts, green
55. shorts, khaki
56. shorts, khaki, fast drying
57. shorts, blue, fast drying
58. shorts, khaki, convertible
59. shorts, black, swimming
60. shorts, black, swimming
61. shorts, blue, running
62. pants, gray, rainwear
63. pants, black, light sweats
64. pants, black, light exercise
65. shorts, blue, running tights
66. shorts, black, biking tights
67. long sleeve shirt, black, cold weather
68. long sleeve shirt, blue, fleece
69. jacket, blue, Marmot fleece
70. long sleeve shirt, orange, Mountain Hardware windproof
71. gloves, black, exercise
72. gloves, black, windproof
73. hat, orange
74. hat, black, balaclava
75. water reservoir, blue, Camelbak w/ spare valve
76. sweatshirt, blue, rochester hoodie
77. surge protector, black, 4 port
78. power supply, white, spare Macbook pro power supply
79. speaker, white, portable
80. bath towel, green
81. bath towel, red
82. bag, silver, BMW waterproof duffle
83. t-shirt, green, breathable
84. t-shirt, rust, breathable
85. t-shirt, blue
86. t-shirt, blue
87. t-shirt, green
88. t-shirt, black
89. t-shirt, khaki
90. t-shirt, khaki
91. t-shirt, grey
92. GPS motorcycle mount, black
93. bicycle helmet, orange, w/ gloves
94. books, none, reference and unread books.
95. baseball glove, brown, Nokona w/ baseball
96. alarm clock, brown, Zen chime
97. battery charger, white
98. baseball hat, red, Phillies signed by Chris Coste
99. speakers, white, ipod portable

Days 36-37: A Blooming Good Time

Catching up with the Bloomers is always fun. John and Liisa are both entertaining, in vastly different ways. I also finally met their kids Maddie and Alex. Both are absolutely awesome and warmed up to me faster than they usually do.

While having lunch outside near the beach, we actually ran into my old friend Chris Mason leaving a late and long lunch at the same restaurant. He looked drastically different, shedding his surfer locks (or what passes as the surfer look in Rochester, NY) for the clean cut look. We had a barbecue with him and his family on June 29th. Even his Mom was there, whom I hadn't seen since I left Rochester many, many moons ago. Everything was wonderful and it was great to see him again after so long.

John played hooky earlier on Thursday, and we visited a bunch of places, the highlights being the Carvin guitar store and the Matchless guitar amplifier factory. The manager/engineer for Matchless is a friend of John's and graciously spent some time showing us around the relatively small warehouse. Oddly, we didn't get to actually hear any of the amplifiers, probably since they were pretty strapped for time getting a shipment out. Their operation was surprisingly small, but cool in a startup kinda way. We also visited the Labrea Tar Pits, which weren't quite as interesting as I thought they would be.

Pictures for Colorado through Utah

I'm at my friends' house in LA now. I took full advantage of his FIOS and uploaded a whole bunch of pictures. I've also started uploading them in sets, so hopefully its a bit more organized. Enjoy!

Days 35-36: Joshua Tree and Visiting the Brady's

I arrived near Joshua Tree late on the 34th and stayed at the worst motel of the trip. I said to myself, "Self, you've been staying at too many nice places, time to go cheap!" and ended up staying at the first place I found. For $50 it sucked, especially since there was a Motel 6 1 mile down the road. When I arrived, no one was in the office but the sign said back in 15 minutes. So I waited. Across the street was a bar, and shortly a guy exited and ran over (liberal usage of "ran"). I was worried when he said he had to show me the room and explain the quirks. The quirks were nothing too odd, mainly having to do with the cable tv and juggling the power outlets for the lighting. OK, already too much time spent on this place...

Joshua Tree was really nice, as you can see from the pictures. I love the photos warning against swimming.

After the bulk of picture taking was finished, I decided to drive through the park figuring there would be a gas station near southern entrance to quench my rapidly parching tank. Without realizing that California had a helmet law, I cruised to the other side sans protection since I was the only one on the road and it was damn hot. When I arrived at the highway, I returned my helmet to its proper location and set out towards Palm Springs and a gas station. Turns out it wasn't that close, and I rolled in almost on fumes. Luckily the cycle gets about 55 MPG or it would have been fun hitchhiking for the first time.

I had intended on going up the tram to the top of the mountains in Palm Springs, but I didn't find it until I was leaving. Suffice to say, Palm Springs may be skipped unless you are, as my friend John described it, old or have an alternative sexual preference. Stevie, which one of these are you?

I finished up the day by visiting my Aunt Nancy and Uncle Ed. Sadly, Ed has pancreatic cancer and isn't given much time to live. As I write this (2008-06-28), I have find out that he passed away last night after exiting his coma long enough to say goodbye to his family. I'm very glad I was able to see him because it had been about 21 years since they moved to California. It was fun catching up. Even sick, Ed looked good, and Nancy didn't seem to have aged.

Next up, the Bloomers in Redondo Beach!

Days 31-34: Sin City, Now for Children!

After dropping my bike off for service on Friday, I had a wonderful wakeup call at 8am on Sunday when BMW of Las Vegas called to tell me my baby was all fixed up and ready to go. I was very fearful it would take until Tuesday, so knowing I'd be free to roam on Monday made me happy. After picking up the bike, I met my cousin at Excaliber and our weekend of drunken debauchery commenced.

When I think of family vacations, my thoughts tend towards skiing, the beach, camping, Disney, and cultural excursions into the museums and galleries of the cities. I did not realize how many people had Las Vegas on that list. The only thing I can think of is the parents showing the kids where they were conceived. Some might even have had the biological father along for the show and tell portion.

Seriously, who thinks Las Vegas is for kids? There were kids of all ages, too. From one year olds up to young teens. Of course, the streets are lined with desperate looking scallawags snapping business cards with images and advertisements of women on demand and strip clubs. These same cards ended up plastering the sidewalks -- the same side walks used by the kids. Sigh...

Of course, it got worse. Someone thought it would be a great idea to bring their little yipster with them and then lock it in the hotel room all day and late into the evening. The dog was yelping for about 12 hours, though I think it was getting tired around midnight because I could no longer hear it in my room.

The two shows we saw were Cirque du Soleil's Zumanity at New York, New York and Penn and Teller (at the Penn and Teller theater, no less!) Sadly, tickets for Robin Williams were starting at 200/ticket so we had to pass. If only I had won more that first day at the tables. I had seen P&T before, and they didn't disappoint -- by far one of the best shows for your money. Zumanity is the adult/over-18 show that all the casinos are pushing right now. The difference is that this is Cirque du Soleil and you know they craft an good show. Though there was toplessness, the nudity really wasn't what made it adult; it was the extensive and well acted lewd jokes and behavoir that made it so risque. I won't say more, but I would urge you to splurge on the loveseat tickets.

On Monday, luckily the crowds were too busy escaping Vegas to worry about clogging up the buffet or the line for the roller coasters. I managed to ride the Manhatten Express with a wait of about 10 minutes, whereas the line always looked at least an hour or more on Saturday and Sunday. My first stop after leaving Vegas was Buffalo Bill's Desperado roller coaster, which in 1996 had the longest vertical drop in the USA. Both were amazing rides, and if you suck at gambling, you are better off giving the casinos your money that way.

I met a guy at Buffalo Bill's who said I should go see Hoover Dam since the traffic heading towards LA was stretching as far as the eye could see from the top of the roller coaster, so I turned around and drove back to Vegas and on to Boulder City. Sadly, there's a bunch of construction going on at the dam which caused more ridiculous traffic, plus the hike I took (4 miles each way) was also affected by the construction and didn't offer a view of the dam.

As for gambling, a great streak at the $5 blackjack table in Buffalo Bill's enabled me to at least close the gap in my losses. Officially I'm 1-1-1 for the three days, but the loss day was a big loss, especially since I was going to walk away even and then ended up losing $140. Oh well,I suppose it was all part of the fun. The big win day did allow me to pay for both my cousin and my dinners in Paris.

OK, I'm off to Joshua Tree now to look for a place to stay tonight...

Day 30: Viva Las Vegas, a little early

I caught the morning shuttle to Flagstaff where I picked up a rental truck and drove it back to the South Rim. I then requisitioned the help of about 9 park service personnel to help me run the bike up the ramp. Actually, I asked for 3, and then like a Disney movie, the petite, blonde ranger started singing "It's a small world" and more rangers appeared out of the woods. I'm not kidding! After securing the bike with some nifty knots I looked up online, I headed to Vegas, baby.

Here are my first thoughts on Vegas:

• From 90 miles away I could see the light of the city, as if the second coming was imminent.
• In Vegas, the lights go all the way up to 11. I've never seen anything so bright.
  
• The Luxor is much more impressive when it isn't viewed next to the buildings twice as tall.
• A corvette completely took my 16' Budget truck off the line. What's funny is my bike in the hold could completely kick his ass assuming I was on a level surface when I stopped.

Tomorrow I drop the bike off at BMW where they told me they'd do an express fix-er-up-er and then I'll ride the rollercoaster on the roof of one of the hotels the rest of the day.

Day 29: South Rim - The day that shall not be mentioned

Originally, this post was titled:

• What's your vector, Victor? Where I detail how vector calculus is necessary to successfully transit Arizona on a motorcycle in 40-60mph winds of variable direction.
  
• All the world's a sand storm. Where I detail the glory of zero feet visibility.
  
• Some other stuff exhaustion has wiped from my memory.

Suffice to say, I have a 32" inseam, the bike is approximately 32" high at the groin, and the road wasn't as flat as I thought it was. My friend Ted is convinced that the Canyon is cursed. While on his XC trip, he was hit from behind by speeding, drunk, Native Americans causing his car to perform multiple flips and compress like an accordion. He and his travel buddy escaped unscathed, though. Something to be said for Honda safety ratings...

The views from the South Rim were amazing. Much better than the North views. It was a tourist haven, though. I didn't get any pictures, unfortunately, as I had to arrange for housing, and all the stuff one needs to do to transport a 700 lb bike to Las Vegas for less than 900 dollars.

What's really awesome is that I got the room comp'd! Which is good as it wasn't worth the $100+ they would have normally charged me.

Day 28: Mules and Fumes

I woke up early and had a minimalist breakfast of a pear and a blueberry granola bar because at 7am the breakfast room was packed and the Jacob Lake lodge seemed quite understaffed. I then jetted off to Cape Royal on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. I started the day w/ almost a half tank, figuring that would be enough for there and back again.

Camp Royal was pretty cool, but I was unable to find one of the trails I wanted to hike, so my stay there was pretty short since the nicely labeled trail was only about a mile total. There were some excellent views which I'll be sure to post once I find a bigger series of tubes.

When I got back to the lodge, I sat in on a forest firefighting review session. It was very interesting. One of the arguments is that since the average temperatures are going up, the plants that would normally be moist are dry and brittle, making for better fuel. Fifteen years ago, a large forest fire burned 45,000 acres. Now we are seeing multiple "mega" fires each year that burn 200,000 - 500,000 acres. Remember, your life is more important than your property, especially if you have insurance and your home is $1M or more.

Next was my half day riding a mule down into the Canyon. For those of you that don't know, a mule is a male donkey bred with a female horse. Mules cannot reproduce themselves due to horses and donkeys having a different number of chromosomes, which seem pretty sad for the mules as sex is probably the best part for your typical labor animal. The mule ride was pretty darn slow, which I suppose is good since we were four foot wide trails, the outer edge being a pretty quick drop off. Overall it was fun, there were only a few picture worthy shots and I could have hiked the trip faster with more benefits.

So I had less than 10% of my fuel left as I started my 45 mile (or is it 52? I'm not sure whether the sign was to the lodge or the entrance to the park) journey home, I realized I'd already gone about 280 miles, which is 40 more miles than I had gone before on a full tank. I made the gas station on fumes, putting 6 gallons into my 6.8 gallon tank. I have no idea how I could have put another .8 gallons since the tank was almost at the overflow point. Needless to say, I was pretty worried I was going to be walking a few miles...

Tomorrow (Wednesday) I'm off to the South Rim to see why so many more people go there than the North Rim. I'm guessing (hoping) they have more and better hikes. I'm pretty sure they have more crap to sell. Raise your hand if you like Silver and Turquoise!

Day 27: Grand, Isn't It?

I'll upload the pictures of the Grand Canyon (as well as the other pics from Utah) as soon as I get some bandwidth. No Verizon service out here in the sticks, but luckily I'm getting dialup speeds out of my AT&T USB adapter.

I didn't do much today besides sleep in (accidentally) and score the last hotel room at the Jacob Lake Inn, the owner of which, John Rich, was at the birthday party I attended on Saturday in St George. Of course I found out he was the owner (well, his family owns it) after he had left and I hadn't met him!

I did attend a brief presentation of the geology of the Grand Canyon, and took two short hikes.

The big news, I suppose, is my first true riding screw up. I was going around a left curve and shifted my weight onto my left testicle causing me to shift off, angling me off the road. I'm perfectly fine, though the bike sustained some ugly scratches to the right side where it scraped some rock.

Tomorrow I'm slowing it down by riding a mule down into the Canyon...

Photos Photos Photos

I finally uploaded all my photos to Flickr (I'm now a pro user since they put so many arbitrary limits on non-paying customers. Pickle, wherefore art thou?)

So, now that blogging is mutually exclusive of photo uploading, updates should roll much more frequently. Enjoy!

How undemocratic!

Exactly why are registered Republicans allowed to vote in the Democratic primary? Seriously, Texas and now Indiana (and maybe others...) have had Republicans flocking to make sure Hillary wins the state for the Democrats since McCain already has his party nomination wrapped up. Luckily, the people in Texas voting the delegates somewhat corrected the problem. I'm not sure how it works with Indiana. What does this say about Hillary if her party's opponents want her to win the nomination? I wonder what her paying supporters think?

Regardless of why this is allowed (state or party rules), unless you are an independent, you should not be able to vote in whichever party you want, it goes against all rational sense. The people switching sides *may* want the candidate they vote for to win, but they should have to disavow their party affiliation before the voter registration deadline. I guess "fair" doesn't really count much in politics anyway, so maybe it's just fun for them while we all get screwed.

Segue

I'll be starting the hardest, most annoying, least pleasant, part of the trip on Sunday. The good news is I'll be in Carlsbad on Monday to begin the long awaited portion of the trip. Check out the itinerary. Plans subject to change as weather and exhaustion dictate.

I'll hopefully find time to catch up on the missing days. Sadly, nothing truly exciting or picture-worthy has happened, so you aren't missing much. I do have minor regrets for not pulling over when I see funny billboards, but I suppose I'll get over it. I really need a video camera that can record my funny commentary for all the crazy things I'm seeing and forgetting about.

Day 8: The Big D

Not much to say about Dallas other than "blah".

My friend Dave and I went to a Rangers-Royals game at the new ballpark in Arlington. It's quite nice and it was a doozy of a game -- the Rangers won 11-9. It wasn't that close for most of the game as the Rangers jumped out to a 9-1 lead before the Royals woke up in the 7th inning with five runs of their own. Josh Hamilton, who has a good comeback story, was very impressive, even though he was much ridiculed at our roto draft back in March.

Much thanks to Dave and his wife (Lisa? I should be able to remember this 2+ weeks later, but I didn't really meet her) for their hospitality.

Day 6: Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge

Since my schedule is pretty tight, each day I generally have to chose one or two things to do before I hit the road. This morning in Chattanooga there were two seemingly good choices: the new aquarium and IMAX theater and Rock City. I say "seemingly" because the people at the Waffle House yesterday went on and on about how cool the new aquarium was, and for 20 miles into town I saw billboards extolling the virtues of Rock City. The map of Rock City seemed pretty cool, and since I wanted to be outdoors, not to mention I still haven't been to Baltimore's aquarium and I skipped over the awesomeness of Atlanta's, I figured it was a good choice.

Time for New Rules: Unless you know otherwise, never go to a place that advertises excessively and uses fun but meaningless adjectives like "amazing!" and puts other phrases in quotes "See Seven States" (yeah, I can see all 50 from the space station ...)

The map of Rock City makes you think you are going to be climbing up a hill, after all it is on Lookout Mountain. Well, Rock City is at the very top of the "mountain" and the approximate difference in potential energy between the entrance and the top is about 0. It might be fun for kids, but the price is pretty steep, in both time and money.

Speeding away from Chattanooga towards Memphis, I took a brief detour to travel on the Natchez Trace Parkway which runs from Natchez Trace, Mississippi to Tennessee. Nick Bollweg recommended the trip to me, but originally I was going to go through Birmingham, Alabama and ride on the parkway much longer than the 10 miles I ended up riding.

Eventually I ended up in Memphis, land of blues, barbeque, and Elvis. After checking into my hotel (5 stories tall and the slowest elevator know to man. Luckily I don't mind exercise), I headed down to Beale Street to check out the action. Of course it was Monday and the pickings were slim. Of course, part deux, I was two days early for the only day during the year when motorcycles are allowed on Beale Street -- it's usually blocked off from all traffic. I ended up having amazing pork ribs at Alfred's while listening to a great band play blues.

When I left the parking garage, the attendant who took my money scolded me for parking my motorcycle in the garage. I just shook my head and rode off.