I had a friend with an interesting commute. He worked in San Jose for a now defunct disk drive manufacturer, Maxtor (bought by Seagate I believe). He used to write the system code for the drives.
He lived in Reno, Nevada and every Sunday night would start his long commute to San Jose. I would say that he drove almost 300 miles, down the Sierras, through the Valley, then into the Bay Area. This could be through rain, snow, traffic.
Every Friday evening, he would drive back to Reno. I can only imagine trying to navigate the Bay Area traffic gridlock on the way back to Reno after a week’s work – then, what has become common, Sacramento area gridlock.
By lex, on June 11th, 2011
Was unable to access the blog this AM during the customary hours of, well: Blogging. Spent half the morning trying to figure it out, and half the rest exchanging barbs with my hosting service. Then I had to fly. Had to. Five times, in the event. Which, even for a skydog like your host, is laying it on a bit thick. The first four were nobbut 30 minute learn-to-flies, and the last a dogfight. My man was six feet six and I had misgivings, but he managed to fold himself into the cramped back seat of the Mighty Varga, even if he had to go barefoot to do so.
Posted by Lex, on March 17th, 2008
I hope you’re wearing the green and preparing to drink of the brown once the sun goes over the yardarm. Somewhere. Because it’s Saint Patrick’s Day precious and we are all, all of us Irish today.
Our quotidian labors being done – sufficient to the day the evils thereof – herself and your correspondent have every intention of taking the trolley into the Gaslamp this e’en for to partake of the festivities:
This year’s musical block party at Sixth and Market streets has Irish rock legends the Young Dubliners, DJ Marc Thrasher, DJ Brent Bartel, local Celtic bands, and traditional Irish dancers.
And I know what you’re asking yourself, constant reader: You’re wondering whether it might be possible to buy your humble scribe a Guinness on this most sacred day of the season.
The answer is yes. Yes of course you can.
Update: Thought for the day – “Work is the curse of the drinking class.”
By lex, on August 7th, 2011
Today I took the day off. Played golf in the morning (80 at Torrey Pines North), flew twice in the afternoon, took the Hobbit out to the cinema, then out for appetizers and adult beverages.
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By lex, on July 31st, 2011
No flights this weekend, so your host was free to indulge hisself, like. Played an early morning round o’ golf at MCAS Miramary, and shot an asymmetric 48/38.
Because you care to know.
This has become something of a habit with me of late, fierce struggles on the front nine followed by relatively smooth sailing on the back. It’s a mystery.
By lex, on September 6th, 2010
The perspicacious reader will have noted that apart from one (quite nice, I thought) post yesterday, your humble scribe has been celebrating Labor Day weekend by mostly staying off the net. Sure, there was a Citabria flight on Friday, like there normally is. No, there were no dogfights to be had this weekend, leaving us sadly short of Indian software engineers burbling and gasping in the trunk. Which gave us the opportunity, Saturday, Sunday and today for to whack the wee white ba’ around the Elysian fields of MCAS Miramar’s golf course. Which, although for the most of you, that’s as much golf blogging as you’d like to read, your host will point out that while familiarity may indeed breed contempt, in my case it bred absurdity: I shot an 81 on Saturday, an 82 Sunday and a merciless 96 today on account of a vicious case of the shanks that appeared from nowhere on the fifth hole and which could not be tamed until the 17th, not if it were ever so and it’s been ten year at least since I’ve broken 90 in the wrong direction.