2008

I rocketed onto the highway this morning to see this year’s final sunrise exploding behind downtown. A nice, natural fireworks display to close out the year. And wow, what a year. On a personal level, a bit smoother than ’07, primarily due to the distinct lack of divorce proceedings, but at a larger scale it’s been something else.

The election of course, took up a healthy amount of our national attention span. In the end that’s good thing because the right guy won, but we all breathed a collective sigh of relief when it was finally done and Sarah Palin was sent packing back to Alaska.

The price of gas is one thing that threw me for a loop. This summer, I thought I’d never take road trip again as he cost of topping off the Subaru in west texas broke $60 a tank – and now? I’m glad it’s cheaper now, but having such a basic building block of our economy fluctuate that much leads me to believe that the Lego-set that is our economy is missing some crucial bricks.

And on that note, we found out what many of us had long suspected – that our economy is built on smoke, mirrors and sub-prime mortgages. Losing a house has to be hard but i don’t have lot of sympathy for folks who don’t read the contracts they sign. Even less so when it starts taking down the whole system. The guys responsible for this mess shouldn’t be sent to jail – seize all their assets and drop them off at homeless shelter. Or better yet, make them work a minimum wage job with no health insurance for the rest of their lives.

Then there was our buddy Ike, reminding us why we don’t build close to the ocean. As much as it sucked, it was also  awesome to see Houston cope with the train wreck of the storm – while FEMA dithered, Houstonians got things done – restaurants cooked off their remaining food rather than let it spoil, giving it away to anyone who wanted it. People, by and large, behaved – no looting or gun battles. The Mayor himself even  got out and directed traffic much to the dismay of a couple of truck drivers and the Governor of Georgia. Most importantly for me – my parents house was ok , and 13 days after landfall they were reintroduced to that modern marvel that makes south texas livable: air conditioning.

On a lighter side, Jamaica was pretty awesome. My first real experience with a tropical island  vacation, and I found that yes, in fact, I excel in sitting on a beach and doing absolutely nothing while people make me fruity drinks.

Bikes were of course ridden this year. We averaged about four rides a week this year by my reckoning, as well as handful of races – not to shabby. This year also averaged I higher number of unauthorized airborne incidents, but that’s life i guess. At least we looked good doing it?

One of the big ticket times for me and my family this year was the loss of my godmother, Kris. She is missed and remembered fondly.

I expect, or I hope 2009 will be like the previous trip around the sun – some good with the bad – but here’s hoping we see more of the former this time around.

Happy new year.

Some Rockets

A nice run-down of NASA’s new rides, that according to an agency guy I spoke with recently, are causing massive division within the engineering ranks, and as designed could shake the crew to death.

Civilized Drinking

glassesOne of the many cool things Santa left under the tree for me this year was a set of small beer-barrel glasses. My dad has had a small set forever, and I’d always thought these were just antique, promotional shot glasses (these guys are only about three inches deep).

Turns out (or so I’m told — there’s not a lot of web-based information on this) this is throwback to more civilized era when the ice houses of Texas were  not air-conditioned. You’d order you beer and receive the bottle and one of these nifty glasses. To avoid heating up the bottle of beer in the already warm environment you’d handle it as little as possible, pouring small measures into these little glasses.  My little collection now features a Grand Prize, Lone Star and a Falstaff.

Pretty spiffy — If someone has any more information, please leave me a comment or two, I’d be all ears.

Hoth in Legos

A 5×10′ diorama of the Battle of Hoth from Empire Strikes Back. Pardon my geekiness, but holy crap that’s one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen.

Literally Screwed

According to a Harris Poll taken of 2,400 adults of their favorite books, of the top 10 books I’m supposed to read before I die, two of them are penned by that no-talent -ass-clown Dan Brown, another was the Harry Potter series, which is great but not exactly a necessity to read before I depart this mortal plane, and a third insult-to-injury was The Stand by Stephen King. Holy hell.

Ok, so our country’s literary taste is somewhat lacking, but even more alarming in my mind is the serious absence of substance in a bout 50% of that list. Dan brown isn’t exactly pondering the great imponderables.  Most of these are beach books in the extreme — pretty telling for our national intelligence of late.

Pearls of Wisdom

Live every week like it’s Shark Week.

and

Never follow a hippy to a second location.

From season 1 and 2 of 30 rock. Mad props to them for also using “By the hammer of Thor,’ as an exclamation, multiple times with multiple charachters.

New shoes for Montather Al-Zaidi

Not sure how i feel about this – On one hand he assaulted the president. On the other it’s George Bush. Give the Arabic cultures credit though – throwing shoes at someone is a kick-ass insult.

Computrainers

throughdoorAs we know I have a certain fondness for bikes, video games, computers, and gadgets in general. So when Jeremy presented me with opportunity to try all those things at once my head metaphorically exploded and sprayed thinking-organs all over the keyboard. After I collected myself, I made my way to Mellow Johnny’s – Lance Armstrong’s fancy fancy bike shop downtown. It’s a cool shop, but as a general rule, I don’t like paying for real-estate (their downtown location) when I buy bike parts.

That said, the place is sexy. The merchandise is top-notch and there’s tour paraphernalia every where you look. Want to see a Time Trial bike from the 2004 Discovery team? Yeah it’s over there by the bathrooms. Wild.

So we meet at this paragon of sport after work to try out the newest gimmick – The uninspiringly named Pedal Hard Computrainers, a wild, previously mentioned combination of video game and bicycle with so much data getting spit out it’ll make your head spin. You start out, your bike in a trainer facing a 40″ television. As you move through the course on the screen the resistance increases or decreases according to the inclines that the computerized version of you is traversing. At the same time you have a coach, who’s finished the Tour de France six times (about 13,000 miles worth of riding) telling you where your heart-rate, cadence, power output and speed should be. Essentially they take something a simple as a trainer ride (which I usually use as a good time to catch up o the Daily Show) and make it into the cycling equivalent of the Normandy invasions.

But it’s damned effective. I’ve never had a ride that whooped my ass in quite that bold a fashion. It’s $30 a session, but in education alone, it’s definitely worth it. Now I just need to knock off a 7/11 to afford my own.

Periodic Table of Awesome

This could be used to help any of you still looking for christmas gifts for me. Hint: Awesomeness Element #2.