Work Beckons

By lex, on November 23rd, 2010

Quantity may be sparse ’round these here parts, your correspondent’s workload having doubled of a sudden. The feller he’d recruited for to take the old work having decided, six months on, that it wasn’t quite the thing, and the new work not having gone anywhere. It’d be one thing were I permitted overtime, but no, I am “exempt.”

So there’s that.

Anyways, talk amongst yerselves until there’s breathing room.

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Karma

By lex, on August 7th, 2008

So, today was pretty close to the last of my transition requirements, the good lord willing and the crick don’t rise. A trip back to the VA medical center for an ortho exam. Having flung a motorcycle into the dust at high speed some years ago, and carrying around in consequence a titanium plate with seven small screws through my tibia, there are Concerns about Consequences.

Saturdaze 06/28/2008

By lex, on June 28th, 2008

Up early for no better reason than the sun had come up. Had mad, impetuous notions of working through my email queue, but it was not to be. People write long, thoughtful messages that of a courtesy require long, thoughtful replies. But time is the fire we all burn in, and thought is hard to come by in the early, aye, early-o.

Had to rush out of doors for the CrossFit WOD, this one only moderately hellish. Had three flights today, and the odds of flying first and heading to the gym after are vanishingly small. Especially in the summertime. That all glass canopy on the Varga makes for a lovely view – you couldn’t BFM without it – but it does make for something of a hothouse in the summertime.

Weekend

By lex, on April 14th, 2008

Thesis work all day Friday, with the transmission repair crew come ’round to pick up the Ancient Caravan at noon. When it’s FMC again, we intend it to be the Biscuit’s main ride at least until she demonstrates a capacity to safely operate an underpowered behemoth (with anti-lock brakes and airbags) for an indeterminate space of time. She watched it go with a glow in her eyes unmatched by any similar fervor of my own, imagining instead the very likely diminishment of capital accounts intended for other improvements, not to mention the potential for mayhems great and small. Freedom, she thinks and I silently agree, adding only a plaintive, “to do what?”

But they will grow up. You can’t stop them.

Don’t Step on All the Heads

By lex, on August 31st, 2009

You’ll turn your ankle.

It’d be hard not to, when they’re rolling around all over the deck.

Letters

By lex, on April 28th, 2007

This time from occasional reader Tomas, who’s visiting in Argentina:

So I’m down here, in lovely Argentina, living for a while. Things being relatively cheap down here, I decided last year to try for my private pilot’s license. This past April second was the big day; I took and passed both the written and flying part of the exam. But who would have thought that the cool part of the exam actually taking it?

Rebuilding a Damaged File System – For Lent

By lex, on March 1st, 2009

You either give things up, or you take them on. I happen to be happily attached to my several vices. So today I took on re-building the cruelly damaged file system of the ancient G5 Mac desktop. On account of the fact that I’d cruelly damaged it by being impatient during a file transfer to the all-new iMac 24″ machine that was meant for to take its place. Disbelieving, as it were, that a Firewire transfer could take anything like 11 hours, 51 minutes.

Two words: Disk Warrior. It goes where Disk Utility deigns not to tread.