Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
The three of you that have been following the blog are aware that our house back home was put up for sale. The house closed yesterday. While i was hoping for a little profit from the sale of the condo, i was not prepared for the actual financial truth of the closing.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Walden by Henry David Thoreau
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Snow, Rain, Hail, SNOW, RAIN, HAIL.
RAIN HAIL RAIN RAIN
In other news from forward operational base Yamhill: Lately I've been dealing with CMS setups for Unix boxen, as well as the install and testing of CPANEL and WordPress. The CMS binge shards have been nubbing as follows:
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Go here if you can:
Anna Miller's 24-Hour Restaurant
98-115 Kaonohi Street
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Blue Jeans Cable Strikes Back-Response to Monster Cable -via audioholics.com
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I was introduced to Bob on April 1st. Fascinated, i decided to do the world a service and publish a few facts about Bob the llama. Pushing through the red tape and the refusal at every turn for interviews, i've managed to piece these few scraps together:
Do not fuck with Bob the llama. Did you see Sissy Spaceks character in "Carrie"? It's EXACTLY like that, only this time, it is a llama with telekinetic powers. You have been warned.
Bob the llama can read your thoughts.
Bob the llama claims to have read all of "Remembrance of things past" by Marcel Proust.
Bob the llama has been known to use the phrase, "All Hat and no Cowboy".
Bob the llama can sing the entire Bach cello Suite in D Major, BWV 1012.
Bob the llama is not afraid of Chuck Norris. Chuck Norris is afraid of Bob the llama.
Bob the llama carries a concealed weapon, a pearl inlay colt .380 semi-auto. Bob the llama loads it with special ammunition made for zombie and werewolf attack. It has been said that the holster for the pistol is made of human bill collector skin.
Bob the llama loathes you, yet allows you to live.
Bob the llama likes war kittens.
Bob the llama enjoys Hawaiian falsetto music.
Bob the llama claims to be an atheist, but is rumored to worship Zool.
Sorry. I got carried away. None of that is true.
The real story of Bob the llama, as told to me by the goat on the property:
Bob the llama does not have telekinetic powers. An anonymous goat on the proptery has evidence that Bob the llama is in fact a KGB mole left over from the cold war. The goat source has also told me that Bob the llama will secretly use his opposable thumbs at night to contact his former handlers in the Kremlin, if only to reminisce. It is said that Bob the llama will speak with an English accent and will answer to the codename Mr. Chernenkov.
Bob the llama simply wishes to retire in peace in Yamhill county.
I respect that in a llama.
Спасибо, Bob the llama, Спасибо.
Aloha from Yamhill, Oregon
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Loving, attentive eyes.
Aloha from Yamhill.
- French & Portuguese; French fétiche, from Portuguese feitiço, from feitiço artificial, false, from Latin facticius factitious
Friday, April 11, 2008
"The Trees" by Rush
Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson
There is unrest in the Forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the Maples want more sunlight
And the Oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the Maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the Oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the Oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the Maples
Can't be happy in their shade?
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the Maples scream `Oppression!`
And the Oaks, just shake their heads
So the Maples formed a Union
And demanded equal rights
'The Oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light'
Now there's no more Oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
And saw ...
Thursday, April 10, 2008
"Words are cheap and vitriol flows like water down the crumbling, mossy mountainsides of prose. Megabytes of gibberish grind forth like glaciers from the keyboards of the thirty million guinea pigs participating in the largest clinical trial ever: the testing of a new reality completely devoid of common sense."
-- Charlie Stross, commenting on Usenet
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Oregon is a Native Kalapuya Yamhill word meaning, "The big yellow ball in the sky doesn't come out much, so get used to it. Yes you, the guy from Hawaii, especially you!"
Monday, April 7, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
It was time for a supply restock. It was decided that we were off to the Fred Meyer in Newberg. I didn't think we'd make the closing, but we actually stopped at Chapters book store to fix my book fix. I haven't cracked open a book in about two months, so why not. I might even get my first sip of Stumptown.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
"The concept of the rock-guitar solo in the eighties has
pretty much been reduced to: Weedly-weedly-wee, make a face,
hold your guitar like it's your weenie, point it heavenward,
and look like you're really doing something. Then, you get
a big ovation while the the smoke bombs go off, and the
motorized lights in your truss twirl around!" -Frank Zappa
I have been playing guitar for a long time. It is my security blanket, my window into myself, the connection from the most abstract to vibrating molecules of air. Most of all, it is my voice. My primary means to expression of all sorts of things I would not dare to say out loud, much less in English- yeah, I'll tell you. In song. With one note or sixty four. Not that I can express everything easily through music, but it beats Powerpoint... Baring my deep thoughts to total strangers on the Internet? How can you do that? Well, to tell you the truth, this could all be a work of fiction by a single mother waiting to write the next blockbuster children's book about wizardly pre-pubescent teens, or the product of a shut-in that lives with his folks in a basement apartment somewhere in Des Moines.
Maybe I'm a group of technologically advanced badgers, with access to a local DS3 and a laptop? Perhaps, just perhaps.
The other day something arrived in Yamhill via the Brown Santa. Once I saw it, i opened the package right then and there on the porch. The great man who sent it to me from Hawaii christened it "Little Wing". Fitting, you think?
Not having played for over a month, I was a little hesitant. Jeeze! Can I play anymore, just bumble through something? Really bad blues in A?
I checked the tuning, and just played.
The familiar lick of a Hawaiian V I turnaround came and went. More notes, more licks, more chords. Soon I realized I was playing 5 minutes worth of Black Sabbath medleys to an empty barn and the barn kitty of doom. I think she might have reached for her kitty lighter of doom just then. Should have took a picture.
I'm writing(typing) this down, not for the random folks out there on the massive Internet, not for the $10K plus in Theoretical Dollars*, but for myself. To remind myself why expressing yourself is a very real need for us, to remind myself that I've lost my voice for well over a month, and to remind myself of one more thing:
I got my voice back on April 3, 2008.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Here are the excruciatingly well detailed steps to telecommuting and horse farm success:
1) Turn on laptop and guzzle large amounts of coffee.
2) Refill coffee cup.
3) Gaze deeply into vast LCD wasteland of laptop screen. Blink. Hope for divine inspiration.
4) Log in to remote downtown Honolulu office via VPN, SSH tunnel or a combination of both.
5) Refill coffee cup.
6) ... ?
7) Type furiously. Spring into action over the internet. Save lives, make flowers bloom.
8) Pick up many many pounds of horse poop and place into wheelbarrow. Empty. Repeat.
9) Fight vicious territorial war against renegade underground mole army. Have daily briefings with front line General, Barn Kitty of Doom.
Easy ? It is. I'm available for hire you know, serious.
*job #3 is house husband and housekeeping. surprised?
Traffic is moving smoothly along the airport viaduct and Moanalua freeways with no stalls or slow downs on the Middle St. merge. Your commute into metro Portland will be unreal, cuz.