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For my very own amusement, I’ve been trying to come up with some unambiguous statements of what policies I would enact, should my candidacy for whatever office come through. . . . → Read More: Planks in the platform From time to time, auto companies will host public relations events in which you get to drive their cars. Yesterday morning, I attended a drive party for Mercedes-Benz, and it rocked. They had a large “lifestyle tent,” which was basically souped up PR, with hand massage and muffins and stuff. Interestingly, the hand massage people . . . → Read More: That ROCKED Too many balls in the air, that is. Old juggling metaphor. . . . → Read More: Balls in the air… I had fun for a while asking people who had read the Harry Potter books as what character they thought of themselves, and then as which character they thought their friends perceived them. I thought that I mapped pretty well with Snape. Snide, harsh, good at what he does, spends too much time in the . . . → Read More: Busted Cracked the first of the “Tongue splitter” west coast style IPA this evening. God DAMN that’s some hoppy beer. Admittedly, I knew what I was getting into. Instead of the standard two hop additions (one for bittering, and one for the hop aroma) this beast included SIX, of which two were “dry hops.” That means . . . → Read More: Hoppity, hoppity… I celebrated Easter in my own special way this year, as often happens. I dug up my roses, functionally rescuing them from the grave and bringing them back to life. The short form is that roses don’t like cold. You have to cover them when it’s going to drop below freezing, and when the ground . . . → Read More: Easter As a “welcome back” from my travels these past two weeks, I decided to take a 30 mile bike ride this morning. Naturally, it started snowing at about the 10 mile mark. No accumulation, but the emotional effect was quite palpable. Still, pressing on was good for the soul. Now, on with the chores that . . . → Read More: Long bike ride San Jose International. There’s a bit of spirit here, but it’s still horribly soul draining. Expedia.com owns one of the terminal bars, and the other (my new favorite bar name) is called “Martini Monkey.” Why not tell it like it is, you know? Otherwise, deep in thought. The opportunities to take long walks and be . . . → Read More: Airport post, number two |
