Author: splicer

For the last sev­er­al months I’ve been strug­gling with The Miss­ing Sync soft­ware which han­dles syn­chro­niza­tion between my Palm and my Mac. It’s been very bro­ken and so I’ve had all the con­duits dis­abled. For MONTHS, that is. I’ve been putting up with things not work­ing right because, basi­cal­ly, that’s how com­put­ers are. They don’t work right unless you hap­pen to be both high­ly skilled and have the time to trou­bleshoot them and bend them to your will.

Today, for what­ev­er … Read the rest

My run­ning this year has been very spo­radic. I’ve only logged about 75 miles for the whole year so far. I blame part of it on my new motor­cy­cles (No won­der all those Harley guys are so fat) and part of it on all the tran­si­tions I’ve been through this year but the bot­tom line is, if I’m not run­ning I’m deny­ing myself some­thing I real­ly love.

It took a while to get out there today, but I took advan­tage of … Read the rest

I took the Red Wings in to get resoled on Sun­day, and they say it’ll take over a week before I get them back. That means I’m going to have to wear some oth­er kind of boots for my ride up to Tahoe and Yosemite this com­ing weekend.

I’m wear­ing my Doc Martens around, but I don’t think they’re up for the task of pro­tect­ing my feet or pro­vid­ing any sort of ankle sup­port. They feel like car­pet slip­pers after … Read the rest

OK, I want­ed light read­ing and I’m a big fan of the film Logan’s Run, so I was intrigued by this sequel when I saw it in ‘s give­away pile. It was a quick read, I’ll give it that much. Noth­ing thought-pro­vok­ing about it and it was­n’t very sat­is­fy­ing. Logan’s the hero, so of course every shot he fires finds its mark and every woman wants his hork tool. Hood­lums rec­og­nize him and repay their debts of hon­or to him … Read the rest

Fri­day was an unbe­liev­able day. This has been an unbe­liev­able week, come to think of it.

Wednes­day I went on an inter­view to work for an online dat­ing web­site com­pa­ny. They had me write Perl with a pen­cil, but I think I did well. The HR man­ag­er who I spoke with first men­tioned a num­ber about ten thou­sand dol­lars per year more than I earn now. I’ve been quite unhap­py with my present posi­tion, so that sounds won­der­ful to me.

On the … Read the rest

I read this one because a woman I dat­ed gave it to me to read when she had me pick up my stuff from her apartment.

I won­der if that has any­thing to do with my think­ing it was insipid, una­mus­ing, pre­ten­tious, and self-indulgent.

Oh well, it was a quick read, and not too much trouble.… Read the rest

Tonight on my way home on 16^th Street a pick­up drift­ed through a stop sign (I did not have a stop sign at the inter­sec­tion) with­out even paus­ing, and then see­ing that I was bar­rel­ing right toward him, he did the most log­i­cal thing if you’re drunk and scared: he hit the brakes and kept turn­ing, mean­ing he was not only stay­ing in my lane, he was point­ed more direct­ly at me and get­ting clos­er to me.

So the learn­ing … Read the rest

Not rec­om­mend­ed for any­one who isn’t fas­ci­nat­ed by motor­cy­cles, this well-researched and pho­tographed cof­feetable book is hard to read only because there are so many pho­tos of beau­ti­ful motor­cy­cles dis­tract­ing from the text at every turn of the page.

Fal­loon presents a sur­pris­ing­ly even­hand­ed overview of the his­to­ry of the Ital­ian motor­cy­cle com­pa­ny, but betrays his love for the Moto Guzzi on occa­sion with words like “unfor­tu­nate” and the occa­sion­al aes­thet­ic judg­ment. It’s always clear where he thinks a bike is … Read the rest

I had a dream last night that I was on my way to be exe­cut­ed. I was work­ing on my «accep­tance speech» for it. I don’t recall what act I’d com­mit­ted but I want­ed to express my hope that what­ev­er good I’d done in the world would ulti­mate­ly bal­ance out my crime.

The weird thing is that all the jurors were on tri­al, and I was one of them. It occurred to me that all I had to do was con­vince … Read the rest