tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86413093189926315312024-03-05T17:57:35.972-09:00Tikishla SunriseB's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-15873260037463052362009-07-07T20:55:00.002-08:002009-07-07T20:58:47.789-08:00When was the last time you watched The Big Chill?I'm in a bar in Cooper Landing, while the soundtrack from <span style="font-style: italic;">The Big Chill</span> plays behind the noise of slope workers playing darts. What a fantastic movie!<br /><br />There are forest fires in the area, so the air is thick with smoke - and heat. It was 85 degrees F in the shade tonight, after dinner, when we went to get ice cream. In the shade! I was sliding off my deck chair with perspiration. I suppose after last summer, I cannot complain.B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-71647373947919065592009-02-24T18:32:00.004-09:002009-02-24T18:41:56.782-09:00So long! So overdue!I should stop procrastinating on my posts, so that they all aren't titled with such titles. A goal.<br />Anyhow, we've just come back from a wonderful, wonderful 4 days in San Francisco. So fun! God, I enjoyed the whole bit (except for Thursday afternoon, when we were walking back from the Ferry Terminal, and it was hot, and I was wearing a black turtleneck, and we had a meeting to go to, and I was anxious for that, and I hadn't gotten much sleep, and I was hungry, and, and, and.....).<br /><br />In any case, what a Fun City. Can't wait to go back. Here are two small pictures:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3CI9ldIKhYRVJPAB95cDwB9veml8D-cUn3KaZWXHYm0dmFYcfrfZAvLmObTDmnlcVjX5g6EqoLEBH-WY3xLS6QaIpe3HQWZCKgVI8Whjxspg7RN30AoXTqsxJeyYsAhO3eknvRQShxfr/s1600-h/090219_IMG_0051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3CI9ldIKhYRVJPAB95cDwB9veml8D-cUn3KaZWXHYm0dmFYcfrfZAvLmObTDmnlcVjX5g6EqoLEBH-WY3xLS6QaIpe3HQWZCKgVI8Whjxspg7RN30AoXTqsxJeyYsAhO3eknvRQShxfr/s320/090219_IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306574191556812738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfW4UM0onbZmYoTXCX2cKLkW1b91KYBo7bTJX3HzTxkOXHjZhyphenhypheno-K4A0YJ6J9CnTgbls5Zw_6Lt1Vj_OhQf7pvQZFTQweezlnUPyQjI9be-1M9ocQ_9936dzk6QCgVUEFbR5b2mE4h9vC/s1600-h/090220_IMG_0056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizfW4UM0onbZmYoTXCX2cKLkW1b91KYBo7bTJX3HzTxkOXHjZhyphenhypheno-K4A0YJ6J9CnTgbls5Zw_6Lt1Vj_OhQf7pvQZFTQweezlnUPyQjI9be-1M9ocQ_9936dzk6QCgVUEFbR5b2mE4h9vC/s320/090220_IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306574710542031746" border="0" /></a>B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-6226727707900874702009-01-01T18:13:00.006-09:002009-01-01T18:35:25.382-09:00New Year's EveSome photos from last night:<br />Isn't my apron sweet? I borrowed it from Jim:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEswuT67Lx3qRC09c9NFql9wBoLqKRwrqpBNUhhDLUT_lBYpTvUHzKUl0MfkUQoyV-P5KK2eW_ulsLhZMDS7KJwb4xdHGgXDqI6O9OfPDdwSEvYvDgZr7rQLBTeHYWlTPhWnZgo_i7Qdf/s1600-h/apron.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEswuT67Lx3qRC09c9NFql9wBoLqKRwrqpBNUhhDLUT_lBYpTvUHzKUl0MfkUQoyV-P5KK2eW_ulsLhZMDS7KJwb4xdHGgXDqI6O9OfPDdwSEvYvDgZr7rQLBTeHYWlTPhWnZgo_i7Qdf/s320/apron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530251558988274" border="0" /></a>Friends socializing...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3uGS4znJJlVQeKaHMudqRJ8BW0eNmEF6HgeepwAhKLyIOWBJxliIfaakiRhsL0HTHVN9UpN3wKlFTfBc6Kr6t1nUTCD6_JP9VSTK_k7eP5X2aGvgfNXmeljyWlh5Vs30Kd-tZSoyRyqa/s1600-h/socializing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3uGS4znJJlVQeKaHMudqRJ8BW0eNmEF6HgeepwAhKLyIOWBJxliIfaakiRhsL0HTHVN9UpN3wKlFTfBc6Kr6t1nUTCD6_JP9VSTK_k7eP5X2aGvgfNXmeljyWlh5Vs30Kd-tZSoyRyqa/s320/socializing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286531026529628722" border="0" /></a>Jim was chef de amazing. He made bacon-wrapped scallops. These ain't your little storebought tiny frozen blobs, either - nice big ole plump Alaska scallops. (Credit where credit is due: he also made New York steaks, four of them. Yowza!) Here he is basting the scallops with a syringe of butter (I love this man):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYP9xK069FC6T_ZHHDWGSWv06z4zEQx9cVZ_0fIoRzg22S4vrriC_UJRaavGwj_4pCrb3xUfCKM2fprJB7FeWj9OvGeA5R2OR9CYethkw5tx2S5yGSdLfixk-d2I4FAwos4M19DCpISIT/s1600-h/jimbutter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYP9xK069FC6T_ZHHDWGSWv06z4zEQx9cVZ_0fIoRzg22S4vrriC_UJRaavGwj_4pCrb3xUfCKM2fprJB7FeWj9OvGeA5R2OR9CYethkw5tx2S5yGSdLfixk-d2I4FAwos4M19DCpISIT/s320/jimbutter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286531013142323922" border="0" /></a>We're cookin'! I'm steaming clams in white wine, garlic, and butter; Kristin is washing asparagus. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjY1hyphenhyphenL5SZW0iHzHKctqep2WBlL-d9dY1Bf6IF_vzZKH8jA_WYEJJBhsA6SkwtOGT6Xw3Anf_kxcGdxRK3h9cmmUWIoLe7xb5Ma4PKbodprz5FvpzYDpECkZCJH0v5Ys3oAnJei4BMcqnN/s1600-h/cooking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjY1hyphenhyphenL5SZW0iHzHKctqep2WBlL-d9dY1Bf6IF_vzZKH8jA_WYEJJBhsA6SkwtOGT6Xw3Anf_kxcGdxRK3h9cmmUWIoLe7xb5Ma4PKbodprz5FvpzYDpECkZCJH0v5Ys3oAnJei4BMcqnN/s320/cooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530686868557666" border="0" /></a>Matt brought a bar bag. Not an overnight bag, a bar bag. Good man. He made <a href="http://www.cocktailtimes.com/gin/negroni.shtml">negronis </a>- here is Ingrid looking a wee bit skeptical:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Dj21ycWtvz7ZU1eRXc1q6UwmsocTMmSzuxLYG4NtpVMBpp-lY3IBTfqGtiXJwvCWq1-aZTNC0xVAQfykEPxBhMQr7UfYJRZloxoWhBhqGi-B1ruXf6Bd3_ajexE4c3oPZZQ5KA1QCXt8/s1600-h/ingrid1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Dj21ycWtvz7ZU1eRXc1q6UwmsocTMmSzuxLYG4NtpVMBpp-lY3IBTfqGtiXJwvCWq1-aZTNC0xVAQfykEPxBhMQr7UfYJRZloxoWhBhqGi-B1ruXf6Bd3_ajexE4c3oPZZQ5KA1QCXt8/s320/ingrid1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530698926779202" border="0" /></a>And here she is tasting it:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoyzyRU5a7BPASSfKctaQdHa3kSmm-3WlBkL8Mf6MB0U4AKYR2XZcsW6onTxrM8tlWxvmwg8pR-khmCqNcM1e4PHc0m3WUkHa7lvIiusPlpxmHJImSkTU7RUqGHpPtLMfUm_30OvWwfHr/s1600-h/ingrid2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoyzyRU5a7BPASSfKctaQdHa3kSmm-3WlBkL8Mf6MB0U4AKYR2XZcsW6onTxrM8tlWxvmwg8pR-khmCqNcM1e4PHc0m3WUkHa7lvIiusPlpxmHJImSkTU7RUqGHpPtLMfUm_30OvWwfHr/s320/ingrid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530710057692386" border="0" /></a>Of course I like it! It's a martini! (sorry, Brittania - it's with gin)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijO3q5BTe-RSQ9flrqoZVtPNO9vFtWDh6YwHqPFoz4WTh8MKx6CP_oVRFRvscsG0spEBo5-mkTWrPw2zF82XoBSNByuy7kdqc5jrQtzNIl5d0fh6ScQgkJ57nxbNuNVKIqaB0awxv5KQab/s1600-h/annanegroni.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijO3q5BTe-RSQ9flrqoZVtPNO9vFtWDh6YwHqPFoz4WTh8MKx6CP_oVRFRvscsG0spEBo5-mkTWrPw2zF82XoBSNByuy7kdqc5jrQtzNIl5d0fh6ScQgkJ57nxbNuNVKIqaB0awxv5KQab/s320/annanegroni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530695854167106" border="0" /></a>Ahhhhhh......guilty pleasures. Kristin and me with Jim's bacon-wrapped scallops - look at those puppies! My "grin" is due to the fact that I had just shoved an entire lovely bacon-wrapped scallop into my maw...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipVyHCJV3O4e1MNjXuxHHz-4I7mAhzIGAn8cwBWGIMLv_e3EQ2m-mDyM3HvaL6FIm-RwhX4VBaLki-xnsxxMR-wy_x19NKanKw36Sg2Cl9O8088bLpJ6NSNTs2LXjqAELukMKKCIIBJIoL/s1600-h/angelsonhorseback.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipVyHCJV3O4e1MNjXuxHHz-4I7mAhzIGAn8cwBWGIMLv_e3EQ2m-mDyM3HvaL6FIm-RwhX4VBaLki-xnsxxMR-wy_x19NKanKw36Sg2Cl9O8088bLpJ6NSNTs2LXjqAELukMKKCIIBJIoL/s320/angelsonhorseback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286530690761894306" border="0" /></a>Happy New Year, everyone!!B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-93494148711809572008-12-08T09:04:00.002-09:002008-12-08T09:09:22.329-09:00Coincidence?How strange is this? Over the weekend I received an email from my first disgruntled employee (didn't like his seating assignment). I responded by email this morning, since I'm not in town. I shut down the computer and went out to my rental car. When I opened the back door to put my bag in the back seat, I saw a book there that I hadn't noticed yesterday: "You Want Me to Work with Them? How to get along with others at work." or something to that effect. Who has been planting appropriate books in my car??B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-36058232694561490332008-12-03T20:29:00.005-09:002008-12-03T20:33:29.541-09:00Old Style Ski Race<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-IfgQVQXzRiEeLfQoNGrYoOzPytvMpZF2o2SvQ9fWe4N1FHmMeIRTAPQZOpmAfuDoEx5M8b0E8FFrAkagEFoxH00IRvXtuO4zr7wvwRS66gSfrvblBYvQpsNugcJAuhcqh8x7gCrlK_6/s1600-h/WoodenSkiWaiting_Megan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-IfgQVQXzRiEeLfQoNGrYoOzPytvMpZF2o2SvQ9fWe4N1FHmMeIRTAPQZOpmAfuDoEx5M8b0E8FFrAkagEFoxH00IRvXtuO4zr7wvwRS66gSfrvblBYvQpsNugcJAuhcqh8x7gCrlK_6/s320/WoodenSkiWaiting_Megan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275803497586169458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9h4E0Y-BsJzsyHrrCIiuqsog-S-_cqiydBvagAQRjZIVBd_4iaP2ccYNuvw8gTAVxsYaf7lS8FTUDRbvK0eOjy6sFRUqPWAgPRRbqmCaOJvviZdm6jzT88CNucae4Z0XywsokAvUGgFbF/s1600-h/WoodenSkiWaiting_Jim.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9h4E0Y-BsJzsyHrrCIiuqsog-S-_cqiydBvagAQRjZIVBd_4iaP2ccYNuvw8gTAVxsYaf7lS8FTUDRbvK0eOjy6sFRUqPWAgPRRbqmCaOJvviZdm6jzT88CNucae4Z0XywsokAvUGgFbF/s320/WoodenSkiWaiting_Jim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275803408916273042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmr7AyCw2-ocD8iByZhhQ8dARDg3y3BzvzyNb4zJOvww_pSd7CmSwzNcXXIyXPdLVcre90yot9jM2qGQiGG0BTu5m7JAKSjHUeGcOtlcDNLyq8cZpgdhQ8ozjvl7YqF06jv-2FxE7Krf1/s1600-h/WoodenSki_Adaline.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmr7AyCw2-ocD8iByZhhQ8dARDg3y3BzvzyNb4zJOvww_pSd7CmSwzNcXXIyXPdLVcre90yot9jM2qGQiGG0BTu5m7JAKSjHUeGcOtlcDNLyq8cZpgdhQ8ozjvl7YqF06jv-2FxE7Krf1/s320/WoodenSki_Adaline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275803259458431234" border="0" /></a><br />Check out these fine folks participating in the Sons of Norway annual race at Russian Jack! (I couldn't find my ski boots - but Megan is riding Mom's wedding skis, and Jim is on Dad's!)B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-91593811448381984842008-11-16T19:51:00.002-09:002008-11-16T19:55:51.017-09:00Winter WonderlandWe went up to Glen Alps today to play in the new snow that's been falling! Also, we bought cross-country touring boots last spring for a song, and wanted to try them out. Jim's are great; mine pinch my feet (why did I buy women's instead of men's??), so we didn't get all that far. Still, it was fun to get up there and see the mountains covered in snow, although they were a bit windswept. Then we came home, Jim changed the oil (thanks!), and went to see the new James Bond movie. O, Daniel Craig...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ06TgdBh1PZ-gYXndqCx_qGR6qZDTWjb801CxQ0amR_1NRuGsYPImOmzFOUHvq4BPiwi1yxr4rTDgVCcsQAZYcEcEYXjzPQDHaE39Gs5-YQMybJErxuRwWYSONf7cdg_T5cOH79uuVNBD/s1600-h/11-08_GlenAlpsBoth2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ06TgdBh1PZ-gYXndqCx_qGR6qZDTWjb801CxQ0amR_1NRuGsYPImOmzFOUHvq4BPiwi1yxr4rTDgVCcsQAZYcEcEYXjzPQDHaE39Gs5-YQMybJErxuRwWYSONf7cdg_T5cOH79uuVNBD/s320/11-08_GlenAlpsBoth2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269485561028459458" border="0" /></a>B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-26257405947113863272008-11-10T20:56:00.002-09:002008-11-10T21:01:49.543-09:00RenegingI just reviewed the extensive list of post topics, and I am just going to let that be as a list of things that have happened. By now, I've talked to you all and you know how it all turned out.<br /><br />We did have a trip to Montana in September, complete with a fantastic trip to Wapiti, Wyoming, which I love to say. Wapiti. WOPitti. I rode a horse, which was fun and completely freaky! I definitely have no desire to explore that further, which I suppose is good, as horsing around (har har) is pricey up here. Britt is my hero for falling off a horse and, literally, getting right back on. I would not have been able to do that.<br /><br />I have decided that we need to be done with obligation trips, though. Montana is fun, but it's not much of a <em>vacation</em> any more - it's a series of visits that we "need" to do, that we don't really need to do. We talked of driving the motorcycles down next time; making the journey the destination. How fantastic would that be? With the in-laws traveling up here to see their granddaughter, we'll see them regularly. We shall see.<br /><br />It has become my latest and most nerdy goal to erg one million meters. I think you must say it like Doctor Evil - one MILLION meters! I log them on the Concept2 website, and I'm about 450,000 meters in - it's a lifetime accumulation, and I guess I started charting it last winter or the winter before. But with World Masters Games in Australia next October, the desire for a dedicated effort this winter is very strong. Plus, at the end of the year party (which I missed), I won the award for the best 2K time (woman). Yeah! A nerd and a buff nerd at that!B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-8643602280510361902008-11-10T20:47:00.002-09:002008-11-10T20:54:45.161-09:00Snap, Crackle, Pop..goes the fire. Little did I know that spruce pops as it burns, and likes to freak The Loon and I out by throwing small bombs of flaming embers onto the hearth. My duty is to sit on the couch and make sure the fire doesn't set the living room on fire. Not a bad job, even if it does make me jump out of my skin every few minutes.<br /><br />I was sick, sick, sick over Halloween weekend, but this past week I recovered. Amazing what a lot of sleep, vitamin C, and tea will do. Yesterday, Jim and I took the clap skates out to Potter Marsh and skated around in the cold and the wind. Very Nordic, I was laughing as I was tripping over the frozen cattails and falling on the lip of ice near a hole where someone had fallen in the weekend before.<br /><br />New job..new responsibilities..not enough time in the day. I really like the new responsibility of the job, but the part I haven't gotten used to yet is how I'm not getting any billable work done. No doubt, I need to spend some after hours time on miscellania or on billable work, because the days are filled with the "urgent unimportant" interruption.<br /><br />This post, if you haven't figured it out yet, is a random assimilation of topics. C'est la vie.<br /><br />ERVA made me a most wonderful CD and I cannot get enough of it, especially a particular song called "coin operated boy." Very fun. I've been trying to take note of fun songs to add to a yet-to-be-made erging compilation. So far I have "toot toot beep beep" and "I need a lover who won't drive me crazy," which was pretty funny to explain to Jim why that was written on my calendar. Honestly, it's a song.<br /><br />So, I promised a long list of blogging topics, didn't I? I should tackle them individually so the entire chore is not so daunting. I do love checking things off my list.B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-38994360678679953932008-11-10T20:29:00.006-09:002008-11-10T20:44:42.893-09:00She's Bonafide!It's official - I'm a nerd.<br /><br /><div>This was supposed to be a costume, but doesn't it look like me in 9th grade? Even though I never had braces, it still looks an awful lot like my 14-year-old self. They're Jim's glasses, not mine. </div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267269465475916930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtD1pxh4YBAbz0B5xlAzBy4_7SOEjLF0yvmi1410Tr16NpV8A3I7KppKgxRtPZUHtDCWN6KVWEjFEvkyBIlt9x6cY1ZfGWptanFPkqHIrCgaybbVbYgyRKdLgDT4IoET1L77z3XFRdj7Hd/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" />And, of course, just like 9th grade: check out my stylish pals (SpockGirl, Carmen, Skeleton). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267270383562448066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8UDzVCmrgNko3g3CtBUMjMsTidV0duxeGeVJJ4gpzm2OtxUca1g4Eqpcp9T34HOm5V26STbYLzsvQK6GiLkpz0kZaMs7GmEaQKBOkawIZxWBfhGHTpSiAam425NQrlJJpzr8mtDI0rFb/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" />And the Jellyfish!</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267271376564355714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrlAfwlybdA3jupqXLg7EOh7ZK0zLzMXFnoOKiptTN9QhKbmrOh3jCdH2pofBUzUTLUGcOmBK-wK7fWVd2LJcRuF4zK40FI1Z60UnwkDEMEmzPCw1fRIYIVwPn5xXQhs6gx_s6U_0ihwv/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" />B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-87742192584142108002008-09-11T07:59:00.004-08:002008-09-11T08:13:01.049-08:00Energy AuditNothing like neglecting the old "to do" list and starting right with the fresh stuff. Yesterday afternoon I had my <a href="http://www.ahfc.state.ak.us/energy/weatherization_rebates.cfm">energy audit </a>performed. I set up my laptop at the kitchen table and actually got some work done at the same time, which I was very proud of. The energy audit took about 3 hours, and involved the auditor walking around the outside of the house and looking at every single room, closet, and corner of the house, taking notes and drawing up a floor plan. He measured every window and noted the location of every light switch. He poked around in the attic, he visited the garage. Then he set up a blower/sucker contraption to the front door, which Luna thought was very intriguing. It's a vinyl piece of material stretched over adjustable frame that fits within the door frame so it's airtight, or mostly. Must be pretty darn close to airtight, since that's the whole point. The vinyl has a special hole for a large fan (about 2.5 feet in diameter) that is hooked up to a computer, and basically it takes readings on how much air loss the house has when the fan is sucking air out of the house. The auditor performed the test and then left the fan on as we walked around the house, feeling all the drafty places where we've been essentially throwing money away by heating the outdoors. The fireplace could have knocked you over, the draft was so severe (not even the main chamber itself, but these weird vents on the side of the chimney). The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">light switches</span> blow air, as do the electrical outlets. The attic door is like a (cold) hair dryer. All the windows, even the vinyl window in the bedroom that I thought was new. The light in the upstairs bathroom, which the auditor said probably wasn't even insulated. (Which means we've potentially been pumping hot, humid shower air up into the space above the ceiling and below the roof...not good.) It was quite astonishing to me how drafty it all is.<br /><br />The audit cost $400, $325 of which is reimbursed by the state program. We'll end up with a report that lists potential energy saving improvements we could do to the house, and supposedly it will be ranked in order of cost effectiveness. Re-insulating the attic? Probably pretty high on the list. Increasing the thickness of the outside walls by pulling off the house siding and adding extra insulation and wood? Probably not too high on the list. The state program will reimburse up to $10,000 of improvements, so long as they're on the list and help our house get from it's current energy star rating (auditor said we <em>might</em> rank a 2 star out of 5) to a higher rating. I don't think that's going to be a problem. I think the problem will be deciding where to stop. Is this when we decide to re-do the second story, push out the wall that is currently over the middle of the garage, and add a real pitch to the roof? And re-do all the siding? If we decided to do that, it would obviously be more than $10,000, but we'd likely get $10,000 toward that work, and we'd be in construction mode anyway...that kind of thinking. I need to relax until this report shows up and then let my mind wander on all the possibilities, but it is certainly an exciting prospect nonetheless.<br /><br />Don't worry, I'll keep you posted (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">har</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">har</span>).B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-5201769168797847052008-09-08T17:44:00.002-08:002008-09-08T17:56:45.453-08:00Quite neglected..you are. My apologies! For the love of lists and the lack of time I'm feeling now, I thought I'd present a list of topics I'd <em>like</em> to post about (and hopefully will in the near future):<br />- my utterly fantastic and <em>gorgeous</em> new clutch, whose name is Bess (I didn't even make that up, that's the model name!);<br />- the joy I got out of receiving great birthday presents from The Roommate, all within the 2008 Birthday Budget, and how good it feels to have a birthday budget in general;<br />- (potential) work excitement;<br />- birthday weekend at the fox farm;<br />- general excitement regarding what is to be soon regarded as My Year of Culture: a membership to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anch</span>. Museum and season tickets (you-pick) to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anch</span>. Concert Association;<br />- All Things Loon Related;<br />- I'm sorry, did I mention the purse yet?<br />- Reading a book that my newly-93-year-old grandmother has enjoyed so much that she read twice (and which I could hardly get to the end of);<br />- Halibut fishing girls weekend!<br />- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Taiko</span> drumming<br />- The visit by the in laws;<br />- the anniversary;<br />- Luna's third birthday;<br />- Rowing on Trail Lake;<br />- Biking up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hatcher</span> Pass;<br />- Head of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kenai</span>;<br />- MS 150 bike ride;<br />- observing Grandpa Bob's passing;<br />- energy audits;<br />- Montana, Omaha, North Carolina, San Fransisco, Italy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Deadhorse</span> by motorcycle, Australia! (a.k.a. trips planned in the next 13 months)<br /><br />I suppose that is all for now. Good pictures coming soon, and a fulfillment of a birthday resolution to blog more (here's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">at'cha</span>, <a href="http://commonwealthandcommonwealth.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-friends-notes-from-summer-2008.html">Captain Colossal</a>)!<br /><br />Love,<br />B's KneesB's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-29206739071765194542008-08-29T08:00:00.001-08:002008-08-29T08:02:03.344-08:00RidiculousThis is just....ridiculous!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/30/us/politics/29palin.html?_r=1&hp=&adxnnl=1&oref=slogin&adxnnlx=1220025700-MIwhe5GnGwICdvHt1z+9aA">http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/30/us/politics/29palin.html?_r=1&hp=&adxnnl=1&oref=slogin&adxnnlx=1220025700-MIwhe5GnGwICdvHt1z+9aA</a>B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-31879276036373949732008-07-11T15:08:00.004-08:002008-07-11T15:10:13.077-08:00Got ItYesterday I took (and passed) my motorcycle road test - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hoorah</span>! Jim and I went over to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DMV</span> after work the day before and practiced doing the figure-8s and u-turns and quick stops, which was infinitely helpful to me. I now have a brand new drivers license with a really crappy picture, since I didn't want to smile and show off my braces that I'll only have for ONE MORE YEAR!! Instead of looking like a closed-mouth smile, though, it looks as though I've got this tired, I've-just-been-pulled-over smirk on. At least it will be accurate if I ever am pulled over!B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-86499481050702503692008-07-09T18:34:00.004-08:002008-12-10T16:24:15.381-09:00On Top of the World!Here are some quick recent photos from our trip up to the top of Jumbo Mine in Kennicott - can you believe people used to mine copper out of these mountains, waaaaaaay up here??<br /><br /><br />Kelly, Jim, and Erika on the way to the top. This is right before we start climbing the talus slope.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWABRjwfT57graMTNi4N_ijjK99P1K-V1F83uBTNoSpVFB16_OukvVCBnx7wkFnDnUoyEb6_v7t9pY4JjIFfaJR1dTlbASyVoX2ITlAqYOqtHCj6XriB8Lhbu5kgGeYQEENwk_c4z2yYa/s1600-h/EnRouteGang.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221209045737359410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrWABRjwfT57graMTNi4N_ijjK99P1K-V1F83uBTNoSpVFB16_OukvVCBnx7wkFnDnUoyEb6_v7t9pY4JjIFfaJR1dTlbASyVoX2ITlAqYOqtHCj6XriB8Lhbu5kgGeYQEENwk_c4z2yYa/s320/EnRouteGang.jpg" border="0" /></a> The talus slope going up. Can you find Erika in this picture?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTd44jcnGqKdTMjrhHpJlC8c48RoTD8A2Yx3bXiez3YVrmaLSuQeIoQ0h1AaCu5kSH1sFOmUkwVHr95fOYOfAqsoEosTR0Ub7G0yzhBlNWtzScYhizDlluJoKiYfhZtj8CZ00DDH2kkdj/s1600-h/TalusSlopeHoriz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221209057299179186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTd44jcnGqKdTMjrhHpJlC8c48RoTD8A2Yx3bXiez3YVrmaLSuQeIoQ0h1AaCu5kSH1sFOmUkwVHr95fOYOfAqsoEosTR0Ub7G0yzhBlNWtzScYhizDlluJoKiYfhZtj8CZ00DDH2kkdj/s320/TalusSlopeHoriz.jpg" border="0" /></a> Erika at the top of the talus slope. There is still maybe 300 more vertical feet up before reaching the mine. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsiyN-V1_kO3pL2_XX9aYDLuLcaoqqK3FacPU0MMTiWhCgXt-ZBnK-Y78y8demB_NTws0SxZe8WSbeM0nGHje8kFZaY6c5oYmcSf15s7jmGJ91CLQ-Csj_Pmfo6l-hjgJKeFlTiLsdW4G/s1600-h/ErikaTalusTop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221209047050578610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsiyN-V1_kO3pL2_XX9aYDLuLcaoqqK3FacPU0MMTiWhCgXt-ZBnK-Y78y8demB_NTws0SxZe8WSbeM0nGHje8kFZaY6c5oYmcSf15s7jmGJ91CLQ-Csj_Pmfo6l-hjgJKeFlTiLsdW4G/s320/ErikaTalusTop.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Jumbo Mine! It is, of course, collapsed. But you're looking at the bunkhouse and tram beginnings:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcO-y4KrBcpzCLuoJVdlBAi6nPsfPhyphenhyphenqrXBnI0JY5R9QWZodo-ZtjVxNld2Yx-xrNCnGZXS27qviPjlQ4MhbzqmPxajOBH1CpfvweSbbhw2_1ptjZ2Yw1X_KPLm__Eva9YAj7Vr-R4NJ7M/s1600-h/Jumbo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221209051169674178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcO-y4KrBcpzCLuoJVdlBAi6nPsfPhyphenhyphenqrXBnI0JY5R9QWZodo-ZtjVxNld2Yx-xrNCnGZXS27qviPjlQ4MhbzqmPxajOBH1CpfvweSbbhw2_1ptjZ2Yw1X_KPLm__Eva9YAj7Vr-R4NJ7M/s320/Jumbo.jpg" border="0" /></a> From the ridge above the mine, we looked down onto this spectacular rock glacier. That's the Kennecott and Root glaciers beyond (Kennecott is dark; Root is light):<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQS-7gpL4TGhhmizVl6HxDJ4UGEeB0tM2Z1kUlpB59p_O1HKqooUiv1vt38veaXLkuEO4rwdFh5dZ0bViazLfcEOM3TYsVGoXsVjIJ8J7zur6olpKo9tWQ5DPLEQemo90Tnjshy1UgaYu/s1600-h/RockGlacier1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221209053601000386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQS-7gpL4TGhhmizVl6HxDJ4UGEeB0tM2Z1kUlpB59p_O1HKqooUiv1vt38veaXLkuEO4rwdFh5dZ0bViazLfcEOM3TYsVGoXsVjIJ8J7zur6olpKo9tWQ5DPLEQemo90Tnjshy1UgaYu/s320/RockGlacier1.jpg" border="0" /></a>B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-19452925649385748602008-06-26T16:11:00.003-08:002008-06-26T16:19:19.309-08:00All the parks in the world......and this jerk had to walk into mine.<br />Jessy and I went running yesterday at Bicentennial Park, which is full of bears and moose and runners and mountain bikers and horses and other people and animals generally recreating. It's well traveled, but still gets a good dose of car break-ins at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">trailhead</span> and such. Jessy and I noticed a dog, a Chow mix, hanging around the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">trailhead</span> when we left for our run, but there were several other cars in the lot, and a number of people milling around, loading or unloading themselves and their gear from their vehicles. When we came back from our run, an hour later, the dog was still there, and there were considerably fewer vehicles: just my bike, Jessy's truck, a big van, and a Subaru. Jessy knows the guy with the van, he was out biking with his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Airedale</span>. The Subaru appeared vacant.<br /><br />Anyhow, this dog was obviously hanging around, not very friendly, very skittish, and very skinny. No tags. No collar. And Chows are notorious for being biters. So we were hesitant to try to touch him. We decided to call animal control, since it looked quite likely that someone had come and dropped their unwanted pet off at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">trailhead</span>.<br /><br />While Jessy was on hold with information, the guy with the van came back. We described the situation to him, and he agreed with our plan of action. He had some dog treats, and was trying to lure the Chow into his van, because none of us thought it would be a good idea to try and pick the dog up (strange dog, biting breed, etc). As the dog was almost getting into the van, this man appears, exclaiming "What, are you trying to steal my dog?" in a very accusatory tone. We all were surprised, explained the situation, and expressed our relief that the Chow had an owner. Apparently, this guy had been sleeping in his car and just let his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">uncollared</span>, untagged, unidentified dog wander around while he slept. He even said that his dog had bitten people for less than what we were doing, so he was glad the dog didn't bite us. Um, yeah, me too! Why would you let your unidentified, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">uncollared</span>, biting dog wander around while you sleep in your car at a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">trailhead</span>?!?!?! Call me crazy, but <em>you're</em> the guy in the wrong, buddy!<br /><br />He was so peeved and indignant that it just turned me right off. I thought of all sorts of nasty things to say to him as I rode home, but since I was too late, I thought I'd just write it in this post. Some people!!!B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-42954252657695563502008-06-16T09:51:00.002-08:002008-12-10T16:24:15.608-09:00We're the big Wieners!<div>The Alaska Run for Women was this past Saturday. It's an all-women annual running event that raises money for breast cancer research and education, and this was my 8th year, I think. The folks at my office sponsored a port-a-potty this year, which we decorated. I made the scales and the head and helped put it together, and thought it was so great that I took the head home with me when it was all done. Lo and behold, we won the decoration contest! I hear the prize is a toilet seat. So proud!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212539298511898594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgHxJI_LhXH1FAMi4cTi5936D1FSx1Gnn05125xQJCZpZxjbNStwpHKYuMY_LFHMMVrbHas_Ov338OBOa9rAxZrfCvq8K1p7lknCuPvKRNEixmNTCU-AVKGaYuqB_8cIf9a4SYPK9iaje/s320/HDR+AKRFW+Silver+Salmon-small.jpg" border="0" /></div>B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-6436450751721753272008-06-06T07:57:00.003-08:002008-06-06T09:07:51.143-08:00The little motorcycle that couldThe verdict is in - 64 mpg!B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-83100803036734725932008-06-04T13:14:00.003-08:002008-06-04T13:24:27.604-08:00Takin' the leadI've been put in stroke seat of the boat for the last 5 practices (each practice of the season thus far), which means I'm leading the boat for rhythm, rate, and technique. It's been a very interesting experience. Typically, I row 6 seat. The boat is set up with every other rower being a port or starboard, and the 8 seat (stroke) is port. So 8, 6, 4, and 2 seats are port; 7, 5, 3, and bow (1) are starboard. In 6 seat, I can support the stroke seat by not rushing and by minimizing the rush that might be coming up from the bow of the boat. I can carry the rhythm of stroke seat back into the bow by mirroring stroke seat's movements as closely as I can. I can also apply a lot of power, since the middle four seats of the boat are the most stable, and I can really "stand up on it" and not worry so much about affecting the set (the keel balance) of the boat.<br />In stroke seat, there's more pressure. I've always liked 6 seat because it seems to be more of a behind-the-scenes seat than the stroke seat. A good stroke has to be confident in their technique, power, timing, and stamina, because there's no getting sloppy in stroke seat. If you're sloppy, the boat falls apart. If you're in any other seat and are sloppy, the other seats can absorb and compensate for you.<br />The team's typical stroke seat is away for 6 weeks, on a cross-country RV trip. She's great, and I love rowing 6 seat behind her. But while she's gone, the coach is trying me out at stroke. He has given me good pointers and plenty of encouragement, and I agree with his thought that the team needs to be developing strokes for multiple boats. Our typical stroke is in her early 40s. Racing categories are by age, and it would be great if the team had a seasoned stroke for the 50-plus-rowers as well as the 30-somethings. We only have one or two 20-somethings, so they row with us old gals. I suppose I'm being groomed for this 30-something stroke seat.<br />The biggest problem with this that I see is that I'm facing the coxswain the whole time. Often, I'm helping a new coxswain or rower sitting in as cox to call out the drills, make turns, and keep everyone in line. The problem comes that if the boat isn't being as attentive as I think they should be (I realize this is relative), then I get snappy. And I end up taking that feeling out on the coxswain. Really, we all know how to set the boat, we all know how to hit particular stroke ratings, and we all know when we're not doing those two things. But somehow it takes the cox to remind everyone of those duties before people start paying attention and actually doing them. I have to remind myself that not everyone on the team is in it for the same reasons that I am, and honestly, that not everyone on the team knows what it feels like to have a crew working together that feels quick and light, like flying across the surface of the water. That's the goal. That's the feeling we're working toward.B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-49539515467660901982008-06-04T09:54:00.003-08:002008-06-04T09:59:42.719-08:00Bike rides in springtimeSpring has finally sprung here - it always feels as though it will never come, and then one day I find myself wondering when all the green leaves unfolded. I rode my bike to work this morning, saw a moose, and could smell these incredible white lilac trees that are planted along the bike trails. The kind of ride that makes me wonder why I don't do this every day - but then I think about my errands, and remember why I ride the motorcycle or even the station wagon.<br /><br />The motorcycle has been good, very good. I rode Jim's 650 cc the other day, and although it runs a little rougher than my 225, the extra weight of the cycle felt much better on corners and going 45 mph. I noticed yesterday, as I was riding the 225, that I was suddenly more confident taking corners. Thanks, 650!<br /><br />It's a crazy week for me, but things should calm down next week. My rowing club is having our annual fundraiser on Sunday, and I've become the committee chair. I really need to delegate more next year. The good news is that everything seems to be on track to raise $18,000. We will likely spend about $6,000 putting it on, so that's a pretty tidy net. We'll see. Things always happen at the last minute (like my sister in law pulling her participation yesterday - the race is Sunday), and there are several days of last minute left before the Big Day.<br /><br />And yes, I know I've been lagging in posts - I was lecturing myself this morning as I rode through the lilac air...B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-82309034407285309922008-05-01T07:53:00.001-08:002008-05-01T07:57:32.988-08:00Reality is easier at 6:45 amThe six month body fat report is in, and the results are looking good! Very good: 22.76%. I had a different technician this time, one who really knew her stuff and was very helpful. No way had I blown out all my air last time - last time, I had a water weight reading of 0.2 kg. The first time I did it this morning, it was 0.2 kg, and then the tech told me to blow air bubbles under water until I had nothing left. She also had me configured slightly differently in the metal cage. My final water weight reading? 1.6 kg! Quite a bit of difference.<br /><br />Anyhow, I'm psyched! We had this great conversation about BMI and what a crock it is, and got to discussing rowing, and organic foods, and how she's moving to Corvallis soon, and on and on. An overall much better experience than last time! She encouraged me to do it again at the end of the rowing season. At $35 a pop, I'm not sure I want to do this too often, but I think twice a year is reasonable.<br /><br />Certainly a nice way to start off the day!B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-52617840192205685442008-04-30T21:23:00.002-08:002008-12-10T16:24:16.521-09:00New York celebrates MHCThe first night, Mom and I went to the American Museum of Natural History, to attend a celebration for MHC. I love that the college logo is projected past the blue whale!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8s594P8rHMnxQX9w_-YLJeLC3LBaqxfO1viQF4MOTExsGtFqcf3bw_H2RSNhiiAM0WM-eADRDzoxH-9X5wEjPmglNUMhngV7l9TnzJ0RAfHzh72WzC-NtaFzLKAkpWJix2vIsC-5lY-F/s1600-h/MHCbluewhale.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195276091415817986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8s594P8rHMnxQX9w_-YLJeLC3LBaqxfO1viQF4MOTExsGtFqcf3bw_H2RSNhiiAM0WM-eADRDzoxH-9X5wEjPmglNUMhngV7l9TnzJ0RAfHzh72WzC-NtaFzLKAkpWJix2vIsC-5lY-F/s320/MHCbluewhale.jpg" border="0" /></a> Saturday night I skipped the group dinner and went out to Brooklyn to visit the Big Brother. Odd that Brooklyn seemed like "reality" after what I'd been eyeballing in Manhattan! People were wearing color!<br />Here's the BQE at night:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNsETi46l2uX71mVlI-meZLig5OYhnb8aGBwh8rd4-C5TpQxeGpMSk_TOsdT7y4M2aS1QWAXsHgn50BfSHOSC28zOSKZE0Vy9iIh4zxC-3DSWzikstLnTnvVq_tFwJaDYb-r5m5nRGGd5E/s1600-h/BQE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195276095710785298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNsETi46l2uX71mVlI-meZLig5OYhnb8aGBwh8rd4-C5TpQxeGpMSk_TOsdT7y4M2aS1QWAXsHgn50BfSHOSC28zOSKZE0Vy9iIh4zxC-3DSWzikstLnTnvVq_tFwJaDYb-r5m5nRGGd5E/s320/BQE.jpg" border="0" /></a> And my first NYC rat!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZR97YkA5szn3yJk9sj0hrZqwnt1hMQjT0IJaMSWKOLgaDoeO8gEScimKvaldfKWlldrMPPtOnMM7XkAQgpz5Qg5rnn0nMxifGrbkrPvlkdbpaAvUeuq28k9Ok5ywDwrA3UKQFoMitceM_/s1600-h/DeadRat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195276100005752610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZR97YkA5szn3yJk9sj0hrZqwnt1hMQjT0IJaMSWKOLgaDoeO8gEScimKvaldfKWlldrMPPtOnMM7XkAQgpz5Qg5rnn0nMxifGrbkrPvlkdbpaAvUeuq28k9Ok5ywDwrA3UKQFoMitceM_/s320/DeadRat.jpg" border="0" /></a> The conclusion of the trip? Art is everywhere.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnY2UTdFoovo1cB5549iqq64rAJbrrc4G41YOYj-NUQzHr724tamIIBoMZ9emNVjjIY08pO4BC4qKS2YGrruDnydQJA_BQAx3krCoQqO33crkXh2sZX48ELJaAhe42lePVFJMDToaFVj-/s1600-h/ParkAvenueIntersection.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195276100005752626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnY2UTdFoovo1cB5549iqq64rAJbrrc4G41YOYj-NUQzHr724tamIIBoMZ9emNVjjIY08pO4BC4qKS2YGrruDnydQJA_BQAx3krCoQqO33crkXh2sZX48ELJaAhe42lePVFJMDToaFVj-/s320/ParkAvenueIntersection.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div>B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-91676862616765028732008-04-30T21:11:00.004-08:002008-12-10T16:24:18.056-09:00New York Art Weekend, continuedOur group, outside a private gallery of Dutch masters, on Madison Ave (aren't the flowering trees great?):<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWiKqS5X0vjoos1yfJxQTIHav05WBpZA-rJRyikLEwlO5GDUVa5mvrExEHUTPgVSI9I9IweNCJOTdRwmYxJnJpZnzF_gOwHQ8-tjdl1CcxAk2hJnok7D-gm9bArfTm5ujU7IJ5Uu_rl4sG/s1600-h/GroupLeidenGallery.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195273084938710674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWiKqS5X0vjoos1yfJxQTIHav05WBpZA-rJRyikLEwlO5GDUVa5mvrExEHUTPgVSI9I9IweNCJOTdRwmYxJnJpZnzF_gOwHQ8-tjdl1CcxAk2hJnok7D-gm9bArfTm5ujU7IJ5Uu_rl4sG/s320/GroupLeidenGallery.jpg" border="0" /></a> Looking up Madison Avenue:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC3ToW3Yq6XzaUlEy9gtN7TA0Ven0yANRoJq27VYMhTaUfq-tkhhzBSg-fCadkahw2uQiptGLU5cs1xvToo8-sExtlxF7WA_dQA0rnv6rwMsaBF4GKfdTgj2nVhsyubov8utGDmCerRtP/s1600-h/MadisonAve2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195273084938710690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC3ToW3Yq6XzaUlEy9gtN7TA0Ven0yANRoJq27VYMhTaUfq-tkhhzBSg-fCadkahw2uQiptGLU5cs1xvToo8-sExtlxF7WA_dQA0rnv6rwMsaBF4GKfdTgj2nVhsyubov8utGDmCerRtP/s320/MadisonAve2.jpg" border="0" /></a> The foyer at Christie's - loved this!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5ToSoLHz6NzJbq9kOVMqcEHPvqumSykd1mVeG8_yJ5_09UDVUC9bobVWwv6vfptrMKDj_KtBMEYoymMDtqO7e-mFbcbBA622-5rm6judsbdPHVSFwzgNUA0reDy84uZrNT69gylbhHTn/s1600-h/Pat&Mom_Christies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195273093528645298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5ToSoLHz6NzJbq9kOVMqcEHPvqumSykd1mVeG8_yJ5_09UDVUC9bobVWwv6vfptrMKDj_KtBMEYoymMDtqO7e-mFbcbBA622-5rm6judsbdPHVSFwzgNUA0reDy84uZrNT69gylbhHTn/s320/Pat&Mom_Christies.jpg" border="0" /></a> MHC class of '64, patiently waiting for our tour of the Greek and Roman galleries at the Metropolitan Museum of Art:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195273845147922130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SjQKY3e_Fwkmzzta83GKeiFiq7leBFaGlUbVmIXDzCzp5UpvRnkf_zDZoN5DVLaRg_rtMsQqf-1TH23iq95exlQZNOa2McW6sS8OoV1saTGviV2DPqjfPRTxZyMrIRxMgqwIrwqcTXOE/s320/ClassOf'64Met.jpg" border="0" />One-third of the group, having a tour of the Roman works by one of the department curators at the Metropolitan (that's a porphry bathtub!):<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMrsZdMtxIp3x_YLui8AmqBQQAQNO7oC5o2plKvIKSyFcph1DnZcjw2tbMXfLCe4aI13K94kMDfPLH524lYke1foRw1AQuMjAzcuiP_EH5A3dWqOhjqCung5Vyx46Y2Me-FxsIZwWhSkL/s1600-h/RomanGalleryGroup3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195273093528645314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMrsZdMtxIp3x_YLui8AmqBQQAQNO7oC5o2plKvIKSyFcph1DnZcjw2tbMXfLCe4aI13K94kMDfPLH524lYke1foRw1AQuMjAzcuiP_EH5A3dWqOhjqCung5Vyx46Y2Me-FxsIZwWhSkL/s320/RomanGalleryGroup3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dinner at the home of the tour organizer, MHC class of '64:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195273849442889442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1v1k3brDmLaEy4ZSJ4CHeZoU4InPo7p802sPkLXnpxnKnZEXHGJdrqZCxTdhPERLrGEQC8h0bG-VuqmSHXGSTUeSalvqX87M2isMaMy6wWTiyYUVk1mxplq-90g8yO5E_g025DZkVaCzO/s320/FalkenbergDinner2.jpg" border="0" /><br />Look at all of these Uncommon Women!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195273853737856754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjKoqABq4tZiRmGJRH6yFEJHrzSfNwfkXt-eVpcx0oEs3rD91folmQSZ39V-9x9hPPWTs_s1kBm4Z6hWiePgquMIluRA9S_ZCyO51NEy3PruZVb-_BX2HN55YwUiQRjKeuGOvS66zg1a8/s320/FalkenbergGroup.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div>B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-86891235376609958842008-04-30T20:52:00.008-08:002008-12-10T16:24:19.570-09:00Art Adventure, MoHo StyleI am dying to provide a New York Art Weekend Update. However, until I am able to compare notes with Mom and others in the group, I'm going to have to just post some photos from my amazing visit. Incredible, incredible, incredible. I've been on a cloud for weeks!<br /><br />The first thing Mom and I did when I arrived was eat lunch. I felt as though I were in a movie! It was 75 degrees and we were in this wonderful West Village cafe:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195269769223958034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxYgjdQYA-oKFX5-4rl4PbtMTn1kPLkYHKxUac_Fw5I8wGuuPWYpQUGBayuAwykHTv1k77wgAqEPAI5Buy1RzMzNpHDhKDDIgbhK9y3PHeg7RapVRQsZ6tcmKTdb_v26tm7ULRJ6qFBGR/s320/WestVillageLunchSpot2.jpg" border="0" />Then we wandered around the West Village, which I loved. Here are some of my observations:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195269773518925346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhroJ4YMP141nPG_NgpyXRHl7O0a6TrH6juvqnezDzm5s0aFjszpcsRdo53yeVSGa8zNrc02B9yDKYX_xK82rkcRUxHEH3UFKpJPYpvUwCvcv4SdUzOJCHO-_SfgaXK7OcQCM7bKKmPgYT2/s320/WestVillageStreet1.jpg" border="0" />Look! Over there! Architecture!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195271994017017474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvVJehR_0qyx2tXTUBpUglegIL1cKnlJNlFdDhHLhJxSMLBgx-0u_8tSOzSuZHQH_wPciffU8kSP_EIO81Y_AbDaEKpMLcN-9HYKYLuknE13yFvtv_eSKESA0lRdM4PeKGrV9qsWLH3R-/s320/WestVillageHouse.jpg" border="0" /> <div>This is the park memorial for the Stonewall protests:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195269777813892658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRdmXAPRy0ESFX6gqDuMUvonRq9oQpvfsAZgpUGPMiMOB0DKXq4VVm4m6HZ6U685xUKF1a4zdoEMft0vUrjkpVdxkd4-tmlOAwy8YdARKl5qc5DHqNsoVW1ED8sOirfp9Yt8WiT6KESmp/s320/WestVillagetaxi.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>And here is the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Palazzo</span>, which we happened upon, that I had just read about in Vanity Fair (the big pink building top):<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195269782108859970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVy1hMA-0M-e3EzXA1c_XN3Js_7TX_7JzXK60zqMO0TBriZVwHvVlbF6SXF6WAzyCQu6QHqrnIEiFdmPhYN_1WKiXcitkWRIVN482Q4mDlbtwaH7Xltnim3rWTCS4l1FMBU0X3b2_psa6l/s320/WestVillageStreet2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Here is the view from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sofabed</span> where Mom and I stayed (in a suite! with a view of the East River!):</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195269069144288770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimylb097z1VdzbtUYfsQFPsf2MtYNUuuWSrUCUGz8Msf82yHxSo4Y_CEfpIH3PGwJPaMTJRUjT0ilqzKw-z_R755liim26BmFEGTLvOKZ6qsmeQFgdtiGshAnyb10TcHf373LmiyMXSvas/s320/BeekmanTowersSunrise2.jpg" border="0" />The following morning, we met the group at the Whist Club (where they apparently still do play whist! Who knew?):<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195271083483950690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2WCzwMjC9952BihUl1vC1gHpp_as4xi4AaTz2AvT8qkIbqMaJzau4d4FEPtZ8aoFCDLkJuTtzgtbSH4Yi5D0jxwDwfqkhsnVlS5v7eeZp6QsnYucg5CZe3PPUekK4eHtCqpiW-8JPvx6/s320/WhistClub.jpg" border="0" />Ladies lunching (well, coffee at 10 am):<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195271087778918002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9MYS90p2MQbuaeiOjqhgtQ-A5uKF_yv8ZzjR1_XPvtj3YRWUQ1-BR87Y5Fy16XbpmV0bsB1Gm_SltWH9ZOV9OeTZISkVhHMJWI3Uv7FV2rsMYkFRAKMrVcVerFhZB_HsVPFWgdyeM7M-4/s320/WhistClub_Mom&Me.jpg" border="0" /></div>Obviously, we had no idea what we were in for....B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-27455589984477461112008-04-30T20:46:00.003-08:002008-04-30T20:52:07.099-08:00Luna UpdateOn with the joys of dog ownership...<br />One week ago, Luna got up for breakfast as usual. She went outside to the front yard to "do her business" also as usual, and went tearing across the (fenced) yard after a dog that was being walked down the street (also usual). The not so usual part is that in the process of tearing across the yard, she managed to tear her left hind "ring toe" nail off the nailbed. This was not such a pretty sight when she came back inside. I wasn't too keen on another trip to urgent care, so I waited 40 minutes until the vet clinic opened for the day, and fortunately they could see her that morning. She was sedated (this makes it the third time I've signed a wonderful "if your dog dies under sedation it's not our fault" waiver) and they shaved her toe and removed the torn toenail. It looks terrible, like the tip of a red marker instead of a toenail - essentially, it's just raw quick with no nail on top. She had to wear this little bootie for the first few days (tore it off once tearing around the yard again), and has caused it to resume bleeding all over the floor only a few times. Can't wait to see how much of the $230 vet bill the pet insurance folks will cover!<br />(I'd attach a photo, but am afraid it would be too gross.)B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8641309318992631531.post-57536771839877297202008-04-30T20:42:00.004-08:002008-12-10T16:24:19.766-09:00Motorcyclin'!Jim has been very patient with me and even counseled me through a meltdown last week (I was driving around with the choke out and it turns out that's not so good if you don't want to stall all the time). We're just back now from a trip across town, where I unsuccessfully tried to show off my cool getup to two pals (neither of whom were home). Oh well, it was still grand!<br /><br />Here's the First Big Trip: home to Point Woronzof weekend before last.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195265847918816754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTm6hJPUQmrVF0VSoBeMVaVjcUf20JbQvrdSOoIP4eGq77LhoVHcxX7uvJPK2honPXFyRYoslHfl7AsMisOKiGyMlO0OAGKdy31xLXM97VaukXRKq3dTvkcXjx8nXux2Py7Vw6JL0LxZem/s320/annaxt225.jpg" border="0" /> Safety First!B's Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747236831438710016noreply@blogger.com0