photo: marjorie o'brien
My buddy, Erik, asked for a list of the first fifteen albums of which I could think in fifteen minutes, give or take. I hit twenty-six albums before I reigned myself in. Most of the albums hold some autobiographical importance.
When I pare my CD collection, these will definitely be among the keepers:
And the extras (most are keepers as well, a couple are too new to know):
Six or seven years ago, I purchased a set of Etymotic E4R headphones for use with a series of amplifiers that I was building at the time. I sampled them during a Headroom road show that passed through Salt Lake City and I fell in love with the audio that they produced. I've used them constantly since their initial purchase and have taken good care of them.
I ride my bicycle a bit -- this isn't news for anyone who knows me. I'm working to make it my primary means of transportation. When I bought my TCR a few years ago, I sampled a number of saddles looking for something that wouldn't aggravate or numb my primary bicycle interface. My search ended when a buddy recommended the Specialized Toupe. The Toupe addressed all of my comfort issues save one -- longer rides and/or consecutive commute days yielded chafing on my left inner thigh and saddle sores. I addressed the irritation with Chamois Butt'r, cortisone shots, and gritted teeth.
A short while back, I stopped in at my shop and asked Brady whether a narrower version of the Toupe might correct my issue. Brady strongly recommended a technical fit rather than a saddle that would "cut me in half." The pricing for the fitting was on par with the price of a new saddle. After considering my options overnight, I made an appointment.
The city of North Salt Lake recently ripped up a section of my daily commute route that was in dire need of repair. The road was closed for about six weeks during which time the asphalt was stripped, the underlayment was reworked, and macadam right out of Dinsney's "Cars" was laid. The city finally finished striping the road and I was giddy to find a proper bike lane -- a lane that includes directional arrows for those salmon-like cyclists who can't seem to figure out on which side of the street they should ride. Good on ya, NSL!
Hobbes loves sleeping on his back. Hobbes does not love belly rubs, but who can resist rubbing his tummy? Not I.
The front door to our house has been a problem since we purchased the place. The original door was hung so badly that during the winter Nat and her Mom together struggled to get the door to close. With one thing and another, the original door was rehung slightly better than than when we bought the house. Then it was replaced with a fancy-pants door. However, neither hanging worked in an ideally functional sense. One of my early summer vacation projects was rehanging the front door with a new wall section between vertical structural posts. I believe the wall from the my first rehanging was slightly askew. Anyway, out came the door and the wall. In went the new wall and our fancy-pants door. After a few minor adjustments, it works mostly correctly, which will have to be good enough.
Nat ran her first 10k in Garden City, Ut. The original plan called for an overnight stay at a condo; but, a missing set of stairs to the upper floor necessitated a change of plan. Justin and I got up at o-dark-early and drove to Garden City. We arrived just in time to not see Nat leave on the bus to her starting point. We did manage to help LaRayne entertain Cole and Tate while we waited for Nat to wend her way back. I had fun, and I think that Cole and Tate had fun. Justin may have even enjoyed himself a little bit -- he did get to torment the children a bit.
I went with Nat to pick up my birthday/anniversary/father's day/hogswatch gift from the airport. Nat found and purchased a five-month old Pixie-Bob for me. It is without doubt one of the coolest gifts I've ever been given. Our friends Channon and Joe had a Pixie-Bob and I found it's temperament to be the ideal mix of dog and cat. Of course, I hadn't wanted one badly enough to seriously look for one, or to purchase one, or to commit to a litter box. Nat handled the hard work and left the litter box to me.
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Every time I try to write about myself, I wind up rolling my eyes at what I've written. A recent Facebook meme reminded me that Jodi handled her about page in way that I might ape. Here are 101ish factoids you probably didn't know about me: