Much happens

1) Things are good in Portland again: Having established 2 weeks ago that of 3 possible opportunities, mine was the "least strategic", I took the fall and let my client down. By the end of last week, a stunning series of events wound up occurring, and in the end, BOTH other opportunities were lost, and I got my guy again. And happily, the client was more than forgiving and completely willing to give us another chance. So he's starting out in Portland next week, and what's even better is that this episode has helped trigger some internal changes to the client and lo, they WILL be a more strategic partner in the long run.

So I was dancing a happy dance. Add to this, I'm finally getting emails back from prospects who had let my inquiries fall into the gutter for months - apparently if you call or email enough times (in a polite way - not daily or anything), then you pass some sort of "persistence test" - If after 5 months this guy is still calling, he must be legit? At any rate, it's nice. I'm still liking my work.

2) I came home tonight to find both children with distinctive markings: Isaac has a shiner from falling on the floor, and Bella has bright pink sunburnt cheeks and nose from being at the pool all day (despite a generous slathering of sunblock of course!!!) They were both exhausted by their respective days, and we started bedtime at 7 for both! Bella's face glistened with moisturizer by the light of her nightlight turtle. She was reduced to tears tonight when a sheet of stickers weren't sticky ENOUGH and started to peel off of the paper she was working on. That took a good 30 minutes to pry her off the ceiling. Hence the early bedtime.

3) Isaac has some more teeth coming in, combined with yet another language leap: We've taken a step backwards on his "solid food eating adventure" and have had more wakeups, some just for cuddles with heaving sobs which break our hearts - he must be having lots of dreams he's processing. His words are developing too - "Stuck", "Bite", "Pizza", and a lot of words that have deep meaning to him, but no meaning to us, leading to lots of crying fits, which are sad but also hilarious: It's as if he has watched old movies of how people "wail" - he grabs his head and cries "NO NO NO!", he sinks to his knees and shakes his fists at the heavens (or us, I suppose), he flops face down and pounds the ground. Oh, this boy is a DIVA.

4) We've destroyed yet another camera (2 years this time) and have gone for another Canon Elph, and I'm deeply in love. Bella can't keep her hands off of it either, and there have already been dozens of "art photos" taken around the house (close ups of toys are a favorite). That girl loves the pictures.

5) Oh yeah we did a ton of stuff all weekend and I barely recall all of it. Bella's Birth Family, neighborhood Progressive Dinner, Breakfast out with friends, Isaac's swimming class... it was all there.

A conversation

Pamela sent me this conversation with Bella today:

b: mom- where does santa live?
p: well, legend has it that he lives at the north pole. where do you think he lives?
b; south carolina.
p: oh, really? you know where else I think he lives? in our hearts.
b: that was going to be my second guess.

b: mom......does.....it really exist......
(insert panic on mom's part about the big santa question)
.....south carolina?

p: yep, bella, it does.

pause

b: Wow, I finally remembered a state name!

Steps forward and back and then forward

Saturday was a great day: Isaac's swimming lesson went well as usual, then we got Bella all up and ready for her Soccer team pictures. It was a gorgeous day with a blue sky, and Bella was such a big girl with her soccer team... I got to feeling a bit OLD alas. But our Swedish Friends were there with their daughters (one of whom is on Bella's team) so I got to speak some Swedish, and they invited us along to an ice cream parlor. Bella had a big dish of chocolate peanut-butter-cup ice cream and had a huge grin... Then we got some supplies for the Victory Garden.

I mowed the lawn, and we worked more on the front and back gardens - it was a great day. Until the tornado sirens blew.

30 minutes later, a torrential hailstorm ripped through the neighborhood, leaving marble-sized hail everywhere, punching large holes in our rhubarb, decimating the hostas, and littering the yard with leaves and twigs ripped from the trees above. It was an absolutely WILD storm. As we surveyed the damage, we were lucky not to have lost any tree limbs (as others in the surrounding blocks had, nor did our cars suffer any hail damage that we could see... But Pamela, having worked so hard on her garden was quite dispirited and went to bed well before 9 of exhaustion.

The Avengers met Saturday evening to watch I Am Legend, which was an amazingly dark and brooding movie. Will Smith was incredible in his role as the last man on Earth. He was beautifully haunted throughout... I recommend at least the first 2/3 of the movie. The end became a bit of a "zombies ATTACK" sort of action thing, which was at odds with the tone of the first part... but it's worth it for the "bacon" scene...

Sunday we got an early start: Operation RECOVERY. By the end of the day, we had raked, swept, and repaired as best as we could... and we had put up the chickenwire fence around our garden (which will be more about "discouraging" the bunnies than actually stopping them I suspect), and it felt good to move forward on the project. By late afternoon, I was headed off to the airport for the conference described in the previous post...

As we walked around and cleaned up, Isaac was VERY DISTURBED: He didn't want to be far from either Mom or Dad... I think that the chaos in the yard was very disconcerting to a little guy who needs SOME stability on which to base all of his nuttiness. Poor little guy.

So it WAS a tough weekend, but we were very lucky to have had minimal destruction from the hail, and we were back on track by the end of the weekend, so while we didn't get too far AHEAD, at least we're not behind.

Time to get on that airplane now!

Obviously I'm dreaming

I'm in the Columbus OH airport, having spent all of 18 hours in this fair city, and about to get on an airplane for home. Ohio? Is that my territory? Ah, no. I am still far more coastal. No, the reason I'm here was for a conference. Oho - to schmooze you say? No indeed, this was actually a conference about Healthcare Analytics, which is the subject area of my new business area, and I was here to LEARN what's going on in the industry.

And here's the crazy thing: It was a GREAT conference. I talked to people throughout, and everyone was similarly amazed: The sessions were uniformly excellent, there was no overlap in subject areas, and there were history, current, and future state discussions. Heavy hitters from the industry were there, and with <200 attendees total, everyone was accessible for a chat afterwards. My notes are full of followup items, and I've got ideas bursting out of my ears on new strategies.

So strangely, having been sent just to learn, I wound up schmoozing and exchanging cards with more people than I possibly could have if it was just a schmooze trip. Add to this the hotel was comfy and quiet, and I go bumped to first class both directions... there's a very real chance that this has all been a dream and that I'll wake up soon with 2 day's beard growth and a very worried looking family standing over me.

Mark's Memorial

On Memorial Day, we ventured to Lakewood to remember our Alexander, Paul Wellstone, and Mark Loesch. As we laid down flowers for these three, I thought about how all three were linked in that the were taken from us far far too early, but that they had left us with good memories.

There's a fundraiser for Mark's Memorial fund happening next week, and one of the things they put up was the full text from Mark's best friend Joe's eulogy. I had heard this through tears back in September, but had not had a chance to read the text. I'm grateful for them for posting it, and I'm happy to link to it here: Mark's Eulogy

For me, perhaps one of the most poetic ways to sum up Mark was Joe's closing:

"I can’t really find the best way to express what it was like to be with Mark, but it kind of reminds me of the interplay that I’ve seen between jazz musicians. Two of them will be trading solos, going back and forth, having a blast. One of them will play a riff and the other will play the same thing, but a little different. Then they’ll look at each other across the stage and share a knowing, joy-filled smile.

That’s kind of how I felt whenever I was with Mark."

Joe got it exactly right. No other deep thoughts here - Joe said it all so well, I just wanted to share the link.

Meet Dot

A few weeks ago, during the fish tank cleaning, our suckerfish passed away. Now, we had very very rarely even SEEN this guy around - he was terribly shy and entirely nocturnal, but one thing was for sure, that guy cleaned the tank. With his passing (and burial in our backyard, and subsequent disinterring by Bella who wanted to show her friend the coffin, and then final interment), we noticed just how hard he HAD been working.

Within a couple of weeks, a thick green scum had grown on the tank walls, and the goldfish were growing listless and depressed. I tried to mix some Xanax in with their food to no avail. Oh, sure, maybe I could have been cleaning that tank every 2 weeks, but in case you haven't caught up on the blog, there are plenty of other things vying for my attention.

This weekend while doing another errand, I nipped into PetsMart and acquired a new suckerfish. $2.25, financed over 6 months for low low interest of 17%. No wait, I paid cash. Right.

When I got him home, it was immediately apparent that there was a new guy in town: He was not shy - he jumped right to the job and could be seen out and on the move at any time, day or night. He took his job SERIOUSLY.

And I'm proud to note that not even 5 days after his arrival, the tank is spic and span once again. Bella has named this new fish "Dot". And he puts us all to shame with his industriousness. ALL HAIL DOT!

In the Rose City

Tuesday AM I headed off for Portland OR full of optimism: A potential new client had agreed to take a very hot new resource at our company and I was flying out to seal the deal, as well as meet with a few other parties. The flight was packed and I was sandwiched between two generously proportioned gentlemen... at least it was an exit row, but it was not comfy.

By the time I hit my hotel, I got the news on my Blackberry: my resource wasn't available to me anymore, there was no deal (I'll spare you the politics). My meeting was canceled by the client (who had better things to do than meet with no resource on the table), and I had a few hours in the afternoon to walk around being angry.

I drove into downtown and soothed my nerves by browsing at Powell's world of books, which I've written about before: An amazing full city block of books. I even bought a couple of things, got some lunch, and walked off the stress. By late afternoon, I had come to see that it was in fact an ok decision, and the prospective client WAS understanding, so it's not a slammed door.

In the evening, I had a great dinner with an independent consultant who we've done work with, and compared notes on the market up here. I was surprised to see that I actually DO understand things up here, and that my read on a lot of the sites was correct. He did bring me one new contact who I'll be following up with. But more importantly, it was a great couple of hours of conversation and laughter with a complete stranger... who by the end of the night had become at least a good acquaintance. It was very fun. Just before bed, I was pleased to discover that the hotel bar had Laphroaig 15, so I was eased into sleep with a touch of Islay smoke.

As usual I snapped awake at 3am CST expecting Isaac to cry, but it was just the A/C unit.

I had another meeting this morning which got me another couple of leads to chase down, so in total, while I didn't get the one deal I was out here to get, I did get some great market intel, made a good connection, ate some good food, got some books, and generally had a good time. Now I'm in the WorldClub in PDX looking out over the concourse waiting to board my flight (and I got bumped to First Class to boot) so I'm feeling pretty GOOD about the trip now.

One fun thing: I left the GPS at home this time, and used a good old fashioned MAP: And it was actually fun to remember how to orient myself and pick up on where things are in relation to other things. I now have a much better mental map of Portland.

I can't wait to get home and see the family... especially after spending all that great time with them over the MemDay weekend (next post).

Sweet Victory

Papa and Bam were up for the Memorial Day weekend and it was as usual PACKED with excitement. My memories of the weekend included lots of Bella and Papa time, drawing both very very large and very very small parrots together... lots of falling asleep by 9pm, and a little bit of sleeping in while Papa and Bam dealt with the early rising kiddies.

Saturday and Sunday, Bella had a lot of good neighborhood play time: The "pack of kids" flitted from house to house, and we tried not to worry about where they were exactly, as long as we still heard shrieks of delight wafting up the block. Bella was in a very happy place. Two of the kids on the block have battery powered ride-in cars, and Pamela related a vision straight from Mogadishu of seeing the one kid driving, and another perched on the back holding a star wars blaster, going in circles around the yard. I'm pretty sure that in Somalia there is less giggling however.

Saturday night Randy had a birthday gathering at his house with margaritas, burgers, and good company. It was a beautiful spring evening and we all sat out in the clear night without any bugs to bother us. Isaac joined the kids in play - he's really in the middle of things nowadays. He's comfortable climbing ladders and sliding down slides, so his enjoyment of backyard playsets has really increased, and us parents need to sit there and make sure he doesn't fall and crack his noggin.

Speaking of noggins - Isaac woke up Saturday with a bit of a devil in his car and was pulling on one of the gates when it sprung open and bopped him on the forehead. he got a cut and a big goose-egg up there, which canceled our plans to have his formal portrait taken that weekend. We watched him carefully for any signs of a concussion, but he refused to count to ten or recite the alphabet backwards, so I'm not sure what other signs to look for. He was basically his exact same old self all weekend, so other than the cosmetics, I think he's doing fine.

On Sunday, we had a wonderful dinner at Carrie's in which Isaac ate a whole lot of avocado and somehow managed NOT to get into as much trouble around the not-very-childproofed house as we had expected. Isaac and Freddie (the Boston Terrier) started out on the wrong foot with Freddie knocking Isaac down a few times... but by the end of the visit, the two were great friends and Isaac was bellowing macho boasts of excitement and good cheer (standing legs akimbo, fists clenched, growling "HAAAAAAAAA!" with a big grin. A lot)

Out back, Pamela's victory garden is coming together: We're putting up a little fence to dissuade the varmits from eating our veggies... so we were digging fenceposts all weekend (digging 20 inch holes is a lot of work!). In the end, it's a very cute fence, with a nice little gate in, but the gate has enough space in it to be a rabbit superhighway so I figure we haven't done MUCH to stop the animals, just enough to slow them down, and hopefully make them think twice about what they're about to do.

Monday night we got Maggiano's spaghetti for dinner, which Bella announced to be the "Best Spaghetti EVER". She ate two full plates of the stuff (to our astonishment - she ate almost twice as much as me), and an hour later had two bowls of frosted mini-wheats for "dessert". I'm thinking she'll be adding 3 inches to her little frame in the coming weeks. Isaac also chowed down on the stuff by the handful - the man likes his spicy food!

One final vision from the weekend: Isaac is a dancing machine, we know this. He loves to dance and has some pretty fun moves. On Friday he treated us to a new move which I'll call the "Kickstand" - he puts one leg back and rocks back and forth, while doing hand jive. On Sunday, I caught him standing in front of the oven, looking at himself in the reflection. He slowly put his leg back in Kickstand position, and did some of his dancing in slow motion, watching himself. Yes, I caught him REHEARSING HIS NEW DANCE MOVES.

Tuesday I took off for Portland, but PapaBam stayed past lunch: Joe treated us to a painting on the Garage for the Victory Garden, and he also built a strange little owl for Bella out of a bit of wood left over from the fence posts. It's always wonderful to have bits of papa-art around, and these are things we'll enjoy for years to come.

So, Happy Memorial Day to all.

One more from Bella

Last night, one of the gists of my talk about Magic with Bella was that I had never persevered in developing the manual dexterity required for sleight of hand magic. To this day, I am a terrible card shuffler, while my sister has somehow gained the skill of the shuffle-and-bridge. Bella excitedly told me she has a SPECIAL way of shuffling cards, and she wanted to show it to me first thing in the morning.

So this morning she showed me. The process is as follows:

- Take the deck of cards firmly with one hand, and rifle through them with the other: This makes a pleasing Fwwwwwwip sound, but does little to rearrange the cards.
- Spread the deck out FACE UP on a table.
- Turn them all to face down, moving them around as you do so.
- Pile the cards into a "perfect circle", and then deal out hands by picking random cards from the middle of the pile.
- Once the cards are dealt, THEN scoop up the remaining cards and pack them into a deck.

The whole process took well over 5 minutes.

Throughout, Bella was serious and thoughtful, as though she was trying to remember the exact order of her "special method". At the end, she smiled proudly and picked up her hand for a game of Go Fish.

I said that is was a very good technique.

"Maybe I should be doing the shuffling, nowadays" she replied.

Nowadays? Where does she GET this stuff?

Nailed it

So today was the day I presented to the Healthcare IT conference. It was a 1 hour session about my idea for a new methodology for data warehousing with newer electronic medical record systems... Ok it sounds dry, but it's actually a pretty cool way of looking at existing data in a new way. The hitch is that my "big idea" is actually sort of radical in that it's never been done, nor was it even possible until a couple of years ago...

The other hitch is that I was HOPING to have proven it already with a starter client, but due to delays, I'll actually be pitching this same idea to a client TOMORROW. I guess today was great practice!

What was odd was that while there was some good discussion from the participants, there was one in attendance who for one reason or another decided to challenge me on some very basic points - asking about historical precedent, data structures, query design, and other very micro things. Fortunately, they were all things I'm prepared to discuss, so the whole group got to watch me design a star schema for a medical administration record, and differentiate it from a snowflake schema... which if anything established that while the new idea is pretty out there, I am not a dreamer and I know of what I speak.

Afterward I followed up with the student, and I came to realize her challenges were actually due to the fact she's been asked to design a mini data warehouse and while she had read the key texts in the methodology, it wasn't really gelling for her. So my explanation of the concepts in the context of my proposal actually helped HER understand better what she needed to do. There was also a little of an ESL issue there, which led to things sounding perhaps more abrupt than they needed to be... but all was forgiven, since I was able to handle it.

Of course there were a couple of people in there from competing companies - one of which I know i pitching to the same clients I am - and he was taking furious notes during the presentation, so I'll be interested to see if my little idea makes it around before I do. Such are the risks of vision.

I started ROUGH by the way - the first 3 slides were not my own, and they were more background and overview... I was stumbling to summarize, but had to just swallow my pride and READ the text on them. Once I made it past them, I was far more comfortable.

A admit that a part of me was dreading this day, since I really was presenting an idea, not a proven product... but seeing that I was able to carry it, it made me think HEY, I could totally present to venture capitalists! Why the heck NOT?

It's MAGIC

Magic with Bella: Tonight as I was trying to tell her a story from my youth about a "magic" folding quarter, Bella told me a few of her favorite magic tricks. (All are in her own words - I'm just transcribing here)

1) You need a gardening glove and a cap from a marker. Hold the cap out, and then tell the person to close their eyes. While their eyes are closed, slip the cap into the glove. Then when they open their eyes, they can't see where the cap went!

2) Take a stuffed animal, say like a dog. You hold the dog out, and then tell the person to close their eyes. While their eyes are closed, stuff the animal into a box or something.

At this point I remarked "You'd sure need to trust that people will close their eyes, because if they open them, they'll see how the trick is done!". Her answer: "I DO trust them. I always trust them."

Then:
"One final final question. For tonight, I mean. Do you think a bee would ever sting a butterfly?"
I answered that I didn't THINK so, because what could a butterfly do to annoy a bee?
"Are you kidding? The butterfly could totally get down in front of the bee and flap its wings right in the bee's FACE. That's what"
I conceded the point.

The Victory Garden

Another 100mph weekend... Saturday started with Isaac's swim lesson: He's improving more and more very week, and is remembering the routines: There's a bit where a bucket with holes is pushed underwater and it makes bubbles... Isaac was hollering out "BUBBLES" BEFORE it was time for the bubble bucket! He also just loves to float on his back - he seems so tranquil and doesn't mind the water in his ears one bit.

When we got home, it wound up being one of those "around the neighborhood" days - Bella was playing and playing, Isaac was tagging along, and we were getting caught up with all of the neighbors. It was good to be out on lawn chairs in people's yards. The BIG news is that I finally got a tour of our old house on the block, and they're going crazy great guns on an internal remodel - the basement has been extensively redone - they moved the furnace and water heater, and fixed the beams, and behold, it's actually a fully usable space now! So it will be a great place to see movies and hang out in my opinion. Good for them! In the evening, Uncle Ant came by to watch Ocean's 13 and enjoy some single malts, which was a great end to the day.

Today we worked on our Victory Garden: The brick walkway was one thing we got done - we also had the b-ball court taken out. Friday night, we lugged the old basketball hoop (on a heavy 10-foot pole) to the curb, took a picture, and put it on craigslist for free. By 10am Saturday it was GONE! So that remnant gone, we essentially had 2 4x16 planter boxes and a field of mud strewn with grass seed.

Today, we turned that space into something more: Pamela found some vintage metal chairs and created a sitting area (with some of the remaining bricks from the front). 16 bags of cocoa shell mulch, and the mud pit is now a garden, with just a bit still remaining to await the growing of the grass. There was a lot of hauling in the day... and Bella out of nowhere asked me if I could walk on my hands, so I had to prove to her I could (3 steps), and show my front handspring as well (yeah, I'm a little sore on that). There's still work to do on the garden (we'll probably build a fence of some kind), but it's really starting to feel like something intentional back there... I'm still trying to figure out if I like it more than the rocky uneven asphalt pad.... ;)

In the late afternoon, it was a party for Bella's preschool class: A moonwalk was rented, food was brought. Bella and 16 of her classmates (and their siblings) spent over 3 hours running around having a great time. Isaac was in the middle of it all. He developed something of a flirtation with one of Bella's classmates. Everytime this girl came around, he would freeze, point, and shriek. That is class. Not every girl, just this one. Smooth.

We dragged home by 7:45 and did triage bedtime, and everyone was asleep by 8:30, including Pamela. I'm just documenting things, and will probably be down by 10. But it was a great weekend of being outside, getting fresh air, having the kids run around, and generally it felt like spring was REALLY HERE. It was wonderful.

Mad-Town

A whirlwind 2 days this time: Took a 45 minute puddle jumper flight from MSP to Madison, which has the CUTEST little airport. We headed to the hotel and then walked a block up to the Great Dane brewpub, where the 4 of us were congregating. The goal of this trip was to have a mid-quarter checkpoint on how we're doing as a company, and also to meet with our primary vendor to make sure that we are still in the green with our partnership. The 4 VPs (3 Sales, 1 Marketing) and the COO were invited, but one VP had to drop out due to a horrible horrible case of Shingles.

So the 4 of us began our checkpoint meeting with some great food and a couple of microbrews: I had an ABSURD sandwich - 1 beef patty, 1 bratwurst patty, bacon, cheese, grilled onions, and extra hot mustard on a pretzel roll. And a side of stewed cinnamon apples. Honestly I'm STILL full from that one.

We did meet through the afternoon into the early evening... a break for refreshing naps or TV time, and we re-congregated for "team building" which meant a couple of drinks at the hotel bar (where they had all of our favorites - Lagavulin for me, Effin vodka for Randy, Hendrick's Gin for Mike, and a masterful AppleTini for Shawna). Out the window we saw some long processions of uniformed people, and thought that perhaps it was a commencement of some sort... this being UW Madison's commencement weekend... But alas it was a memorial for a doctor, nurse, and pilot who perished in a medivac helicopter crash.

Then out to a Tapas bar a block away for 3 hours of nibbling... Bedtime at midnight.

In the morning, I was up by 7, got dressed, and went out for a walk around downtown Madison. I do love that downtown - it is just so beautiful, but also very compact and navigable. I found a bagel place and got a pastrami and egg bagel: They had just baked the bagel, and I watched the guy go back and do all of the cooking on a small grill - this was not a precooked egg-cake in a steam tray as SOME places deliver (I'm looking at YOU Brueggers!!!) With a fresh cranberry juice and a double espresso, it was heaven.

We headed out to the vendor's headquarters, which is literally in the middle of a cornfield: It's a testament to the singular vision of the founder, Judy: The place is filled with eclectic art sculptures. Conference rooms are named after her favorite movies. There are no cubes - 3000 employees and everyone gets an office. When they brought in lunch, it was seared ahi tuna and field greens. You can definitely see what is being bought when a hospital spends $50 million on their product (to be fair, the software cost isn't THAT high, but the total budget usually is)... and yet you can't dislike them - while it's huge and amazing, it's not ostentatious, it's not flaunting anything... it's just saying "this is who we are, and we're doing this". I applaud them.

The meeting was 4 hours of great back and forth - they told us where we're good, where we're bad. We got a preview of what they're working on... We recommitted that we're going to be a good partner, and I think that everything was very positive. One of the attendees is actually a Project Manager who I worked closely with on that crazy project (where I was working 20 hour days 2 weeks after Isaac showed up in the house), and so it was great to catch up with her. One of the other guys was a direct witness to my "we Built This City" debacle in Orlando, so we had a good giggle on that too.

We barely made the flight home, and the 45 minutes was quite uneventful... I got home, and immediately got to work on preparing for the arrival of Randy, JeMae, and Jenny: It's their 10 year anniversary this weekend, and so we had a little celebration on the back porch in 75 degree sunny beautifulness. Grilled chicken (I'm finally understanding the grill controls, and can cook chicken without turning it into a black cinder), couscous with mango, and crisp green beans. A carrot cake for the anniversary was happily devoured by the group.

Bella's big news: She woke up today and decided that she can ride her bike. And she rode it a lot in the day, and while I watched tonight, she rode up and down the block with Jenny, her confidence growing with each pedal. She even fell off, tumbling clear into the Hostas, and she wasn't discouraged... she dusted herself off and got right back on. In the day, Bella and Pamela did a lot of gardening together. As they sat together on the bathroom counter scrubbing the dirt off of their feet this afternoon, Bella told Pamela "Mom... just so you know.... you're the best mom in the entire universe".

That really made Pamela's day.

Isaac was chasing the girls up and down the sidewalk: He loves those girls more than anything. With the warm weather, neighbors who we haven't seen for up to 6 months are finally out for walks. I learned from one of them that Isaac's nickname on the block is "Mister Excitement". We've finally realized that he truly is master of the back yard - he can climb up the gym, slide down, navigate the stairs of the deck, and generally knows how to get around. All we really need to worry about is him LEAVING the yard... but inside the yard, we don't need to hover anymore. He's good.

So now the world is falling asleep - we've all been so busy, and it's time to recharge for another fun weekend!!!

Media Notes

I'm in a media consuming mode right now - I've been listening to a lot of music, and trying to catch up on films.

1) Iron Man was completely fantastic. I loved everything about that movie. It was a pitch-perfect superhero film, and really captured the Tony Stark paradox - the rich jerk who wants to do good for the world... with an awesome toy. I cannot recommend this movie enough. IT ROCKS. And stay to the very end for a total fanboy cameo...

2) M83 has made an incredible album called "Saturdays = Youth". This album is a masterful blend of 1982-1984 shoegazer pop - at times sounding like Cocteau Twins, Echo and the Bunnymen, Thompson Twins, and a hundred others. It's not synthpop, it's not dancey, but it's truly a distillate of that particular era. As I listened to it for the first time, I had a full body hallucination/transportation: I literally was back in my room on Oakland Avenue, sitting in my hanging chair, hearing this music on vinyl. I can't recommend it enough... TO MY PEERS OF THAT ERA. I really have no idea if this album would work or resonate with anyone who wasn't in that space at that time. Strange.

3) www.hulu.com is my new love affair: They have full 30 Rock episodes, and individual skits from Saturday Night Live, at high resolution. Just go look at this skit about GOOGLY EYES ON PLANTS. Then keep surfing around!

And that's my media update.

Already...

Looks like I'm doing weekly postings. Well, the bite has mostly healed on my arm, and Isaac has not been foolish enough to try again. His brainstorms are still going and he's not resting all that well, but he remains cute as a bug. His tendency for saying "HI" to the world continues unabated.

We took Bella to a Girl's Highschool Synchronized Swimming event on Monday, and she sat watching it all with her inscrutable "observation mode". No visible reaction to positive or negative, but her attention was fixed... like a cat watching a bird through a window. She didn't want to tell us what she thought about it either... Until the next day. Pamela held both arms out with her thumbs out, pointing sideways. Bella took the hands and rotated them to BOTH THUMBS UP. Sometimes you need to give a kid a tool to let them say what they need to say. The variable thumbs is a pretty good indicator for Bella.

For my own part, I was completely amazed by the Synchro: There was some pretty good stuff, and some pieces where you learn that unsynchronized swimming is just sort of a mess. The highlight for me was one where 3 girls did an extended piece to the theme to Requiem for a Dream. That movie, if you don't know, is a tragedy following the descent into drug addiction and complete life ruination of 4 people, but with some stunning visuals. What had me almost dying were some of the moves the girls were doing - clock movements with their legs (from the "shooting up" scenes), chopping movements at the arms (allusions to needlework I imagine) and in one dramatic move, gripping the forearm firmly while the hand falls limp, and casting the limp arm away - a clear allusion to Jared Leto's loss of his arm to gangrene in the dramatic conclusion. Oh I'm telling you, I had no idea Synchro was capable of such narrative!

Continuing back in time - Mother's day was fun for all: My gift was to take care of the kids from the night before through the night past, and all time in between. Pamela got a nice long snooze in, breakfast in bed (though this wasn't THAT relaxing since both kids insisted on snacking with Mom, and messing up the new sheets), a trip to the Arboretum, and general relaxation. At the Arboretum, Isaac said "Hi" to every single person there. And some more than once. But he brought a huge smile to so many faces, it just made me laugh.

The night before (Saturday) was a meeting of the Summit Hill Scotch Whiskey Society. YES - my love for scotch has emerged from the basement, and I'm now meeting with other like-minded individuals in large St Paul mansions. This was around 40 people from investment bankers to firefighters and all points in between, congregating in the 3rd floor ballroom of a grand dame of Summit Avenue, sampling some delightful and rare drams. Of course Ant and Chicken were there as well. As I was the driver (and the next day was Mother's day), I took it good and easy... and had no regrets.

Back to present day now:

After a delay in getting some gravel, we're back on track with the yard recovery efforts: The new brick front walk was 90% laid today and will be complete tomorrow... and already it's an incredible improvement to the house - this grand brick promenade leading up to our stairs is truly a red carpet welcoming the world. The bricks are an impossibly deep red, they're clay, and have naturally rounded edges, so it looks quite ancient and proper.

The back garden is coming together as well, thanks to Pamela's efforts: That horrible basketball court is gone, and in its place beautiful black dirt and two 4x16 raised planter beds. We'll be growing all SORTS of things back there. I think we have 5 different varieties of tomatoes going in... and of course many herbs.

My materials showed up today: I'm an ordained Reverend in the Church of Spiritual Humanism. My next step is to get registered with the state (and I have all of the proper documents, including my certificate and my letter of good standing). So if anyone needs marrying, let me know. I specialize in those ones where people fly the reverend to Tahiti for the ceremony, by the way. I'm very good at those.

Oh and a few work notes:
The creative work I alluded to last week was well received by all parties, so it felt pretty darn good. Now I just need to cobble together a 45 minute presentation about a project I haven't actually done yet, and deliver it to >50 peers in 1 week. No problem. That one has finally begun to emerge from the cooker (or the cocoon) and the words were flowing today... I should have this in the can by the end of the weekend.

After two weeks of no travel, it's off to Madison for one night tomorrow, then another week here, and then one-nighters for the next two weeks, Portland and Seattle. I have some new contacts in both markets and will be working hard to build those up. Ah, this crazy life I've signed up for!

Injury

Isaac has been a bit over the top these past days - lots of yelling and pointing and general unreasonableness. Mondo Tantrums. And yet he also maintains a lot of sweetness - it's VERY clear that he's in the middle of some brain development and is having some trouble adjusting. This morning, he climbed into bed with us (after sleeping through the night....?) and systematically ran through is favorite words: Mamma, Dadda, Bella, Airplane, Wawa, Baba, Dis, moremore, dar (car), duk (truck), WOOF, Meow... and so on. It was sort of an internal checklist he was going through.

As we were downstairs getting ready to go to school, I was helping Bella with her pants when he snuck up and BIT MY ARM. He actually chomped my bicep, and broke the skin. I yelled "NO BITE" and he stumbled back and started to cry. After a minute of letting him realize he had done wrong, I did comfort him, but man did my arm hurt.

But what I must confess is that being bitten sends unique signals to the most primitive centers of the brain, and the ancient primate comes alive "YOU UNDER ATTACK - YOU FIGHT NOW". There was an overwhelming urge to retaliate in kind... against this little kid who I love with all my heart. It was very strange to have that override kick in, and I'm very glad that I have enough control to simply sit it through and assess the situation. Anyway - i'm no fan of biting, and we'll just have to watch this!

Isaac is sloooowwwllly starting to make food a part of his diet: Tonight he ate two pieces of spicy sausage and red bell pepper pizza, the night before was 1.5 pieces of pizza and 2 green beans, and the night before that was a piece of buttered bread and around 20 ziti noodles in spicy red sauce. I think the boy likes a little flavor in his food. He also loves chips and salsa, and likes medium hot salsa! You know, whatever it takes for this guy to start replacing bottles with solids.

Bella was under the weather again this week: Big puking Monday, no appetite Tuesday, but by Wednesday, she was back in form. Mid-afternoon today, she was complaning of an earache, so we took her to a minute clinic, where the "short" test showed no Strep (but clearly swollen nodules in her throat), and we won't get her full culture until Monday.

Our yard is complete chaos: We're having a brick walkway put in to replace the shattered concrete up to the front of the house, and we had that nasty rock-filled asphalt "Basketball court" taken out of the backyard. We also had that rocky asphalt scraped off of the concrete driveway in the back, so that the kids won't scrape themselves up as they have every summer. Finally, big planter boxes are going in behind the garage, so we'll have veggies this summer!

At work, I'm having one of those good weeks where some concepts I've had cooking in my brain are finally ready for paper: Yesterday I did a huge rewrite of that article I had ghostwritten last week: I think only one sentence was left untouched. Now it's really MY article now. And today I got some good brainstorming on the top secret "project boondoggle": This may never fly, but it is a pet project of the big CEO of our parent company, and he's interested in MY ideas on this, so I'm going to run with it. And my proposal for the new business line finally took shape and I got some diagrams put together...

I just love it when I have a creative couple of days - when the whiteboards have squiggles, pictures have been drawn, and pages have been written.

Looking forward to the weekend

Dream Mixing Bowl

Things you need to know to understand this dream:
1) I like the new Madonna/Justin Timberlake Single "4 Minutes"
2) The song is built around a big super-fake sounding brass sound
3) It was produced by Timbaland
4) Timbaland also produced the last Duran Duran album
5) Caesar just saw Duran Duran and said that Roger Taylor's playing made the songs sound WAY better than the Timbaland versions with his hiphop drum loops all over the place.

The post is called Mixing Bowl because this dream I had last night was so clearly directly influenced by the above data, but it was combined in a very fun and ridiculous way.

Curtain:
I am in a beautiful recording studio visiting a friend, and I spy the master tape for "4 Minutes" loaded on one of the decks. I hit play and throw the volume to maximum on the board, and the engineer walks in rolling his eyes.

Before he hits stop, I tell him: Whoah - those drums are different! "Yes, it's Roger Taylor from Duran Duran". He begins to move some faders around, and say "Check this out... This song was actually written by Duran Duran for THEIR album, but they didn't use it, and Timbaland gave it to Madonna".

With a move of his hands, he has removed Madonna's voice, and now it's Simon Lebon... with rich 4 part harmony? "Oh yes, Duran Duran actually write all of their songs in barbershop quartet style, so they usually track it with just voice, and then we redub in all the other instruments, and back off their harmonies for the final mix".

Another change of the mixing board, and the cheesey horns are replaced with a lush orchestral arrangement: "If you can believe it, that's the London Philharmonic - we had them lay down a full take for this" By the time the final chorus hits, a swell of a boy's choir can be heard as well.

I only wish I could have recorded the Duran Duran full orchestral with Roger Taylor drums and 4 part harmonies (with a touch of boy's choir) version from my dream. It really was pretty splendid.

Sniffles

This mild cold is sticking with me like glue... which I believe will scotch my plan to give blood tomorrow - they ask for 3 days of health prior to donation. At least I had that steak. MMMmmmmmm Steak.

I got home safe and sound, and am just happy to be back with the family. Isaac was very sleepy when I went to get him our of bed (I couldn't wait), and he wound up falling back asleep hugging Pamela, which was so cute and sweet we had to let him rest. Bella was out playing quite a bit, but I got to put her to bed, so we had some cuddle time. I swear she got 5 inches taller in my absence!

Isaac is really working on his words: He can identify the shape "Star" (TAR), and is noticing all the different animals in books I read to him, though now many are called by the sounds they make: A cow is a "MOO", a horse is a "NEIGH"... though fish (BISH) do make sounds "smack smack smack".

Pamela's making a decoupage plate of some of Isaac's favorite things (AIRPLANE is front and center), we're sitting by the fire, and I'm about to go upstairs and see f I can make some headway on that sleep deficit.

One final note: I finished two more books via Kindle this trip, one of which was the first book in the Neal Stephenson "Massive Period Piece" trilogy... which as you'll recall I had previously tossed aside at page 200 in the paper edition. Sticking with it was quite rewarding - the story DOES get moving and there are some amazing set pieces concocted. Now I have 2 more books to go... already loaded in the Kindle naturally.

Home again from SF

Thursday started inauspiciously: My whole purpose to being in SF this time was to maintain a table (for recruiting and sales) at a nursing symposium. To this end, I was shipped our banners and some literature to hand out… three large unwieldy boxes of stuff. I hopped into a cab and gave him the address, and minutes later was dropped off… only to discover after hauling my stuff inside that I had been dropped off 3 blocks from the actual place.

So I grabbed my huge boxes and slogged, huffing and puffing in my best suit. I arrived with plenty of time to set up, only to find our tables were off in a corner of the event that could not be happened upon accidentally, so foot traffic was doomed to be light.

Add to this that I spied no fewer than a dozen of our major competitors lurking around, NOT with a table but free to roam through the crowd, passing out cards, making connections. No this wasn’t going to be a great day by any means.
As the day progressed, it became obvious to all (my competitors included) that this was not a prime hunting ground at any rate: The people here were not key decision makers – they were mostly rank and file, and most without the sort of experience we hire for either. So by the end, the wolves were mostly standing around comparing war stories, and there was no business being transacted.

One good thing was watching some of the presentations: It’ll be at a forum very like this one that I’ll be presenting in 2 weeks, so it was good to get a feel for the format. The other thing that was good/interesting is that it continues to validate some of the product ideas I had for nursing tablets, RFID, and pager systems from a few years ago… there is still nothing like this on the earth….

The day felt like a bit of a waste, though getting the name out and maintaining a presence is certainly not a bad thing. Midway through, I took a call to discover that one of my clients in Portland has decided to cancel all 2009 initiatives to recover from a budget shortfall, so that’s an opportunity not there either.

At least the East Coast is looking quite promising!

Pamela reminded me that I’ll be donating blood on Saturday, so I should go get some steak, so steak I got, building up that iron in my blood – though not enough to set off the metal detectors at the airport. No further SF shenanigans – since I really don’t want this cold to take root, I decided to turn in a bit early.

For one reason or another, sleep didn’t come to me in the night – I had 3 hours down, 2 hours of raging insomnia (I actually turned on the lights and read for a while), then 2 more hours of sleep before heading to the airport.

At the airport, I took the plunge and registered for the TSA Frequent Traveler Program: In this, they scan two forms of ID, take finger prints, and scan your retinas. In 2 weeks I’ll get a card that will allow me to jump to the head of a security line with a scan of my finger and eye. It is very sci-fi, and I suppose I should be somewhat concerned about the privacy implications, but something about the technology was just irresistible to me. Retina scans! Plus, cutting 10-20 minutes out of a security line is pretty attractive. It’s not for all airports yet, but it is at a few of my frequent ones, so it may be worth it.

While going through the security line, I did witness a sad sight: a very old man with a walker and obvious cognitive issues being run through the metal detector back and forth being asked about things in his pockets, having his shoes taken off, etc. Seriously TSA, when you see that, just take the dude aside right away – it reflects poorly on you!

It was my every intention to try to sleep on the plane home, but after a valiant 45 minutes of keeping my eyes shut, my brain showed no signs of interest in shutting down. So I’m typing this up and will post it when I land…

This was a very long week for me: I felt like my trip to SF really wasn’t that productive, AND I didn’t feel well enough to properly goof off. Add to this that between last week’s trip, the weekend in Seattle, and this week’s trip, I’m missing my Isaac and Bella something fierce. I’ve been looking forward to an extended roughhousing and cuddling session immediately upon my return. Like for 2-3 days.

I have no trips this week coming up, which is good because I need to continue to refine my presentations for late May. And I need to anchor myself in a place for a while before flying again.

Back in San Fran

Took a red-eye to San Francisco last night and wound up feeling somewhat terrible today - mild cold, or exhaustion, or allergies, or something. I'm taking it easy (in case you're thinking I plan to do the Monterey Bay Aquarium and then nip up to Wine Country. No car this time, and a lot more work... though not MEETINGS per se.

After a morning spent wrangling text and reviewing documentation and being on a loooong conference call, it was time to get out and walk a little... No grand plans of adventure, I just thought that I'd like to see the water, so I set off for Pier 39 to see the Sea Lions.

My meandering took me straight up to the top of Telegraph Hill, where I saw the legendary parrots and wandered down the rickety wooden stairs down the sheer face of the cliff that is that hill... Once at the Pier, I was amused by the seals and horrified by just about everything else down there. I did watch a huge containership putt putt by, which was far more interesting than the legions of saxophonists jamming with portable speakers pumping out nightmarish backing tracks... they're like the new panflute peruvians, or conga guys. Spaced just far enough apart that they could be heard distinctly.

Back to the room to do more reading for my big presentation in a few weeks...

It'll be an early night tonight as I try to recover here... I need some food, and will get it close by, then perhaps some tv shows until morpheus lures me to his domain. There will be no club hopping, nor sunsets at the top of the Mark. No, I need some rest.

Not Fancy Please

Today Bella went to a nature center for a field trip with Pamela. On the way home, she said "Mom, I had no idea I would like it this much". Pamela asked what her favorite part was: "The sound under my feet as I rustled through the leaves."

Tonight as I put her to bed, she told me she wanted to bring me to the nature center to show me her favorite thing: "there's a path that is covered with twigs, and as you walk, they crunch under your feet".

I actually share that love of little rustling sounds too: There was a Mister Rogers on the other day, and he was playing with a paper bag... and the light crinkling sound just warmed my heart (it actually made me a little lightheaded). It's nice that she's in touch with the quiet side of life too.

Other things from tonight:

"Dad, what do you like better - horses or unicorns?" I ventured that I like them both, but that I though Unicorns were cool because they were magical. "Dad, I don't believe in Unicorns. I don't think they're real, and I don't like them, because they're FANCY and I don't like FANCY. I don't like dressing up either. I never have. I've never liked FANCY." I asked about dressing as a dog or penguin... "Those aren't fancy. Those are fun."

(This anti-fancy thing has put things like tights completely out right now... and there are some socks that have a light lace top that she won't even consider wearing due to their fanciness.)

"Dad, what is your favorite kind of insect? Mine is, though I've never seen one up close, a tarantula." I said I don't particularly like Tarantulas, or any spiders. "Do you like the color of tarantulas?" I admitted that their colors can be nice. "Well then, if you like their color, then you like them. You DO like tarantulas, Dad!"

"What's your favorite thing in space?" I said Saturn. "My favorites are the Moon, Jupiter, and Pluto, because it's so small and cute. But if I was going to get in a battle with someone like Casey and had things from space to use, I would TOTALLY use Asteroids. BOOM!!!"

That girl was on a TEAR tonight. I had to share them before they faded from memory.

Space Needle!

From the last update, Paul and Melissa did indeed pick us up and we headed into Seattle. We started at the Pike Place Market, a huge farmer's market and shops complex on the waterfront. One of the signature sights there is the Fish Market, where they hurl fish at eachother... it really was fun to watch, and if I had any immediate use for a full Coho Salmon, I probably would have bought one. I did have some amazing fresh sausage (surprise!), and we had a good perambulation.

We then hit the Seattle Space Needle from the 1959 (Correction: 1962) World's Fair: It's over 500 feet up in the sky, with a great observation platform. It was a warm, sunny day so we hung out up there for quite a while, enjoying the sights. I was also enjoying the sounds - there was a couple speaking mandarin Chinese near me, and gol dang it I actually understood some snippets of their conversation!

Back to the Heathman for SPA appointments: Paul was in for his first massage EVER IN HIS LIFE, and he loved it. I got a manicure and pedicure and loved every second of the experience... it was just great to have such attention paid to the extremities. The spa was excellent, as was every dang thing about the Heathman.... I suspect this will not be my last visit to this temple of awesomeness.

In the evening, Paul had one more surprise: Caesar and Miho joined us for dinner at Trellis, the restaurant in the Heathman (which has been ranked in the top 10 seattle restaurants since it opened in October last year). The food, the wine, the service, and the conversation were all perfect. Paul said it was his best birthday EVER... and I was very happy to have been a part of it.

This morning, it was lazy startup, a leisurely breakfast with Paul and Melissa at Trellis again, and off to the airport. We got home to find the house still standing, Dad and Karen still in good spirits, Bella and Isaac happy and excited to see us... from what I heard, they all had a fun time: Dad took Isaac to swimming, where he continued his continual improvement... and actually participated in all of the activities... Bella got a lot of play time in with friends, and they even spent a few hours at Edinborough Park today.

So in all, it was an amazing escape. We're grateful to Melissa for the invitation, and to the grandparents for being willing to help out... and to Paul for having an occasion to celebrate!

2 days at home for me, then BACK to the Bay Area for 3 days... I'm filling up that schedule with meetings, and I'll have a lot less free time than this past week... which is fine: In a sense I had really wanted to get a lot of "San Fran Things" DONE and out of the way, so that next time I visit, I won't be as distracted.... ;->

I will also be looking at some extra work: We have some top secret cross team initiatives being explored (building a new line of business for the BIG company) that I'm doing legwork on, PLUS I'm building a new business area in our company, and somehow have got roped into making a presentation to several dozen CIOs in 3 weeks on a product I haven't designed yet. Nothing like a deadline to get the juices flowing, eh? This is the thrilling stuff.

Birthday Surprise in Seattle

Now it can be told: I came home Thursday night, and by Friday afternoon, Pamela and I were on an airplane out to Seattle: Bella and Isaac are in the capable hands of Grandma and Grandpa with a full fridge of food and a weekend of activities ahead for them.

The goal of this visit: To surprise my friend Paul on his 40th birthday. This was craftily arranged by his wife Melissa (no, the OTHER Paul and Melissa, the Seattle ones, not the St Louis Park ones). So we landed, got our rental, got stuck in traffic for a while, got to the Hotel and checked in. We're staying at the Heathman Hotel in Kirkland, with a view of the lake, a block from a marina, in a fabulous room. We got a suite with a feather bed, which was insanely comfy. But back to the surprise:

We headed over to Paul's house when we got word he had arrived home and was taking a shower. We snuck in and parked ourselves on the living room couch, got scotch (me) and champagne (the ladies), and patiently waited for Paul as he took the longest shower ever known to humanity. The surprise was just the two of us, not a big party. When he came down (dressed, yes) he stood in the threshold completely stunned, and it took him over 10 minutes to figure out it was not a hallucination.

We had a great dinner with the family (Madeline 11 and Mia 9 were in the mix, and they were VERY proud of themselves for having kept the secret). Paul grilled Ribeyes and opened a treasured wine which he graciously shared. Madeline brought out her guitar and played us a few songs - she's been playing 3 months now, and has a true love for the instrument. She is also a horse rider, so we promised to get her in touch with Lilli....

This AM we slept in, and are just now waiting for the call - we'll be going into Seattle with P+M for a touristy day, then back to the Heathman for more adventures... more as it develops. It's a gorgeous day here - already in the 60s with blue skies. I can see the mountains in the distance!

Beefeaters

Home safe. Yes.

One of the things I got in San Francisco was a reissue of the Miroslav Sasek "This is London" book from 1959. Beautiful pictures and it really makes you think about how much has changed in the last 49 years over there... and over here.

Anyway, as I was reading it to Bella tonight, I pointed at a picture and said "That's a Beefeater - he's a kind of a guard at the Tower of London".

A page later, Bella stopped me, flipped the page back, and asked "Why do they feed bees there?"

Beef Eater = Bee Feeder?

The other thing from tonight: Bella has adopted a new pet: A small watermelon on which she has drawn a happy face, on a blanket in a basket. This "pet" is a bit cuter, I think, than her other "pets", which are cotton balls in mason jars filled with water.

She is nothing if not creative.

Jimmy's Busy Busy Day

Well, the night ended well - I had a very good italian meal at a place recommended by Caesar. The moment I sat down, I realized... I've been here before! I think Pamela and I had eaten here not at the 6 years ago visit, but at the one before that (when we were visiting Al and Patrick and the traveling couch). Then, as I ate the entree, I realized I was having the exact same MEAL as well - the flavor was quite distinctive (and delicious). So it was like a crazy timewarp in my head.

Wednesday it was up and at'em: Using my Central Timezone Superpowers, I was in the gym by 5:45am PST, had a full breakfast, and had left myself PLENTY of time to get to Oakland for my 9am meeting. One problem as I got dressed: I forgot cufflinks. And just try buying cufflinks before 9am people... they're not something starbucks and walgreens carry. So I improvised with some little bits of tin foil - rolled and crimped. Once the jacket was on, providing basic structural integrity to the cuff, the tinfoil link worked admirably.

The 9am was at a classic older hospital in Oakland which has been used as the set for several movies - classic architecture with arched windows and beautiful stonework. The guy I was meeting with, despite having exchanged emails with me 2 days earlier, did not have me on his calendar, and so we rescheduled for later in the day. And I headed down to Palo Alto for my next meeting, plus a Target for Cufflinks, plus some starbucks to kill some time.

Alas my NEXT meeting also had a hitch: The person I was meeting with was at the hospital with her 2 year old kid: Her 5 year old, 2 year old, and the dad were roughhousing and the 5 year old fell down on the 2 year old just wrong, and the 2 year old's legs got BROKEN!!! Oh the horror. So I met with a surrogate and got the info I needed, and it was a valuable trip (I was also dropping off champagne that they had requested at our trade show booth - a VIP perk!)

Back up to Oakland following the inevitable In-N-Out visit (Double, no cheese, animal style - DELICIOUS), where the meeting took all of 10 minutes.... Man, if he wanted to stiffarm, he could have done that much earlier in the day.

Mildly frustrated with the way the day turned out, I decided I needed a tonic of some sort. So I punched the coordinates into the GPS, and 40 minutes later I was standing amid giant redwoods in the John Muir Park. The smell was intoxicating and everything was shining: It had been raining all morning and had just cleared up for my arrival. A bubbling brook provided the soundtrack and I felt all tension floating up into the leafy canopy.

Then I decided I needed a snack and a view of the ocean, so I hit the GPS again, and 40 minutes later was relaxing on the porch of the Mill Beach Distillery just north of Half Moon Bay. The waves were crashing in (a windy day), and the ocean just kept on going and going off into the horizon. The sky was blue without a cloud, and I had a light snack of mini-burgers: 3 small burgers with different toppings: Bacon Cheddar, Swiss with Aoli, and roasted pepper and avocado.

While the visuals were amazing, the temperature was around 10 degrees off for maximum comfort, and so I decided to return to the city. Since I had been doing such a day of journeys, I had a plan of action for the rest of the night.

It began with a drink while watching the sunset at the Top of the Mark: This is 19 floors up on Nob Hill, and was a big landmark in the 1940s - troops coming home would meet loved ones up there and look out on the bay. Time hasn't been too kind to this landmark, which now feels quite like any other hotel bar: Pictures from the 1940s identify a large round bar in the middle of the room... but the middle is now given over to a dance floor, and a standards band was playing... which was ok I guess, but the actual BAR was relegated to a corner. Still, the view was amazing, the music sounded nice.... It sort of reminded me of my time in Tokyo having a drink on the 49th floor bar... looking out over a city.

Then down to Tonga, the polynesian tiki bar in the basement of the Fairmont Hotel: It was just as great as remembered. It's hard to describe - it's dark, giant tiki idols are everywhere, and there is ropy ship rigging all over the place, and thatched roof huts. There's a pool in the middle of the room, on which there's a boat with a live band. Before they play, there's a "thunderstorm", complete with rain falling. I had appetizers and a "zombie" while the band played horrible horrible horrible 1970s and 1980s covers - they opened with "More than a woman" by the BeeGees. The place was packed with conference attendees all wearing leis, and they were in a dancing mood, so the atmosphere WORKED.

Finally some sushi at a place I had been to way way back... and it was good, not great. The restaurant was pretty empty, and even though the staff was chatting in Japanese, they refused to speak Japanese to me, despite me starting in Japanese a few times... they just switched to "YES SIR, HERE YOU GO SIR" mode. Checking the reviews after the fact, people said the wait staff were terrible (confirmed), sushi was ok (confirmed), and lamented the fact that since changing owners 3 years ago it had gone downhill (AHA!!! So my memory from way back wasn't completely off!)

Back down the hill and into bed... and up this morning at 5:45. No workout needed: Running up Nob Hill to make sunset at the Top of the Mark was enough heart pounding for 24 hours, and I'm about to head off to breakfast up in that area. I considered trying to get an earlier flight today, but I couldn't get a confirmed seat... and I was already booked in an aisle... and after the pain of the flight out in that window seat, I didn't want to risk personal injury again. Also, I got up 30 min too late to make an earlier flight anyway!

So I have a couple of hours in SF left. I have done SO much here, it's sort of mind boggling. Now, some may say I am doing TOO much: I'd just say that if I was here with Pamela, we'd be spending more time on each thing - we'd have made a whole night of the Mill Beach Distillery for example... but it's just me and my hyperactive brain here.

So - off to breakfast, then some WORK (yes, I actually have been doing that as well - it's just not as interesting to blog about!) then home to see my wonderful family.

San Francisco Part 1

Sometimes life just gives you something for free. I had 2 big meetings set up in San Fran, one for Tuesday, and one for Wednesday. As I was leaving work Monday, I learned my Tuesday meeting needed to move to Wednesday, so I'd be in San Fran without any responsibilities for an afternoon and evening... Whoo HOO!

The flight out was on time and efficient, but painful as I was in a non-exit window seat for the 4 hour flight. I almost needed the wheelchair assistance to get out. I didn't even nap because I'd been up to step aerobics first thing in the AM, so my blood was good and pumping. So I did a few sudokus and caught up on my reading. I didn't even have room to unpack the laptop actually - somehow it was just the worst seat possible.

I got in, rented my car, and found my hotel without a fuss, and decided to grab lunch. My friend Paul in Seattle recommended Yank Sing - a Dim Sum extravaganza. Big, clean place, with a huge staff of people wheeling around carts with food, offering it all to you. I went completely nuts and had I think 8 dishes (Grilled Sea Bass, Fried Scallop and Mushroom balls, Pork Dumplings, Shanghai Dumplings, BBQ Pork Bao, Steamed Scallop dumpling (the only thing I didn't really like) and custard pies). I almost rolled out of there... and went for a walk in town.

I marched up Sacramento Street toward the Fairmont and the Top of the Mark... detoured into Chinatown, where I snapped a picture of the "American Institute of Nose Disease", but managed to not buy any horrible tacky merch at the "Old Shanghai" type places... At the top of the hill I saw that Tonga is still open, as is the Top of the Mark, though both open much later in the day, so I'll have to go back.

I was pleased to discover that my favorite eurosnob store Karikter is still around, and picked up some Tintin merch... but didn't go overboard. I stopped almost by habit into the Virgin Megastore, but found nothing interesting to me. Sigh, I'm getting old or something.

On my way back to the hotel, I spied a shop tucked away: Beard Papa!!! This is a creampuff bakery chain from Japan that caused me much giggling when we saw their store and sign in Shibuya back when we visited. To actually see them here was sort of crazy: A trip to their website shows that they have huge expansion plans in the USA.... www.beardpapa.com is worth the visit for their "about us" movie, which pretty much sums up the whole Japanese/Anglophilia thing better than several books could.

So of course I had to try one: And it was... a tad disappointing. Let me say that it's sort of like everything western in Japan: It's good in a Japanese Way, but not in a "comparing it to the real deal" way. It is like eating the essence of a cream puff - all of the proper components are there, but it lacks something. It wasn't too sweet (which is good), but ultimately not THAT satisfying. AH WELL.

So it's after 5 now here, so I'm off to the city to find more interesting things to do. I'll update later if there are more adventures... It'll be an early night due to the timezone and my need to be fresh for two good meetings tomorrow!!!

Le fin du weekend

Saturday night we had a long delayed dinner out with Uncle Ant and his wife Candy. Candy has been living a monastic life for a few years working on her Clinical Psych degree, and we went out to celebrate the end of her actual schooling. Her next step is a 1 year internship, which is thankfully close to home, after which point I can only hope she can actually begin to practice. Ant has been supporting her through this by working full time and freelancing as well, so I imagine that once DOCTOR Candy enters the workforce, he'll be rolling in rare single malts... oh wait, he already does. ;->

We went out to a fantastic restaurant in St Paul called Luci: Every single mouthful of everything I had was divine. Now, funny story: Back in 1990, I worked at a coffee roaster, and the owner of Luci would come in a few times a week for fresh coffee for the restaurant. I thought we had a semi-friendly interaction... so one night I decided to check out the restaurant. Midway through the meal the owner stopped at my table, sat down, and demanded to see my ID for the wine I was enjoying (just a glass, not getting loopy here, and I was 21 at the time). I showed it happily, but he really worked me over: He held it up to the night, checked the embossing, and told me that IF it was fake he could lose his license. In short, he spent a few good minutes making me feel very unwelcome in his restaurant.

I confess that I held a grudge these intervening 18 years - sure it's a great restaurant, but the owner was a total jerk to me.

Well, last night, I decided that all is forgiven. I'm a different person now, and I'm sure he is too (if he's still involved - I didn't see him around). So I'm definitely planning a return visit. I should also mention that the evening was just great: the conversation flowed and the time flew by. In a strange bit of coincidence, Pamela had actually seen Candy sing on stage back in 1988, 3 years before we met, and 5 years before Ant and Candy met...

Today was a heavenly day: We slept in a bit, then went off to my mom's house for a couple of hours: Bella and Isaac had a wonderful time playing with all of Grann's bells, puppets, dolls, drums, and furniture... and she had worked up a light bit of brunchsnack which we devoured. Mini pancakes, sausages, mango, strawberries, cream puffs. It was a great visit.

Back home, the sun finally broke through the clouds, so we worked on the front porch, taking everything out, sweeping and hosing it down, and putting it all in with cushions and pillows. The porch is open for business. The kids were playing in the back yard for hours, building sand castles, climbing the castle, playing in the "RV". Isaac loves being outside and kicks and screams when it's time to come in.

Isaac is a huge fan of airplanes by the way: All afternoon, anytime he heard the sound of a jet, he'd stop, scan the skies, find the plane, point, and announce "AIRPLANE!!!!" (which is actually EH-PANE). He'd point until the jet passed from sight, and then continued with his playing. Now, we do live in a flight path, so around 4-5pm, he spent a lot more time pointing than doing anything else.

His vocabulary is growing, and his play is getting more engaged: up to last week, a classic game for him was running in circles around the dining room table giggling. Now the game is called "RUN!!!", and we stand until he yells RUN, and go until he stops, and then he points which direction to go next, and yells "RUN" again. He's also pointing at cars (DAR) and squirrels (DURL) with almost as much vigor as Airplanes (but jets are his first love).

One more Isaac moment: He was flipping through a magazine and found an ad featuring a woman walking with two large wolfhounds. He pointed at them and said "WOOF!!!" smiling. His smile broke for a moment, he furrowed his brow, and said "NEIGH????" In his mind, he was reevaluating whether these beasts were dogs or horses. It was a great moment of reflection to have caught.

Not to leave Bella out of the picture - she was an active player all weekend, and she got some rosy cheeks from the sun. She's still not 100% sure about this whole "Riding a Bicycle" thing, preferring instead to sit on the sidewalk watching her friends ride. But we know she's a watcher, and she's figuring it all out, and will hop on that bike with confidence once she feels she's figured it out from her observations.

On her way to sleep tonight, she said "You know, we've never seen Roo's dad, have we?" Not really sure where that came from (though it's true, Kanga's backstory is never really explained. I'd like to think it had to do with something noble - Perhaps Gallipoli (working the Australian angle here)).

Le Weekend

I made it home safely from Bos-shu-don... and spent the rest of the week in tooth-grinding frustration as we moved to the new "network" at work. I was without email for hours, unable to access even basic information, and nobody seemed able to figure out why. Fast forward to the end of the day Friday and it all got sorted out.

The one big issue for me is that we've lost the ability to access our work email via the web (as far as I can tell) - so it's either on the blackberry, or on the giant ancient windows brick they've given me... with a security system that rivals most hospital systems I've worked for. But I adjust. I move on. This too shall pass.

This morning we went to swim class with Isaac again, and this time went much better: First off, I didn't make the same mistakes (leaving the clothes where they might get wet, leaving things in a stall rather than in a cubby, getting dressed in the wrong order) I learned, and I was far more efficient. Secondly, Isaac was much more comfortable this time, and only screamed and cried at a FEW of the exercises, and even seemed game to trying a few things out. I can see that his familiarity is growing by the minute, and by next week, he'll probably be laughing and playing.

One thing we made it through this week: Pamela did a metabolism reset program - going low glycemic, fixed calorie for 5 days. It was perhaps lucky that I was out of town for two of those days, because it was hard hard hard for my east-European bread lover to come down... but by last night we were toasting her success. Add to this we're both exercising with regularity now, and you're looking at a healthy household.

We saw a great movie last night - Juno. It is a cheeky, irreverent, but sweet movie about adoption, and we found ourselves identifying with things all throughout... even if the story isn't exactly reflectve of either Isabella or Isaac's history... A good date night.

So it's just a quick update while the house naps on a chilly Saturday afternoon - Bella's out with Casey, Isaac and Pamela are having a late nap, and I just got up from mine. Perhaps it's time for some Swedish?

Cloverfield

So I did the pay-per-view and decided to watch Cloverfield - the Blair Witch meets Godzilla movie that came out in January.

It's basically one guy holding a camcorder while a giant monster attacks manhattan.

Verdict: A great movie for a TV. I cannot even begin to comprehend the headache I would have suffered in a movie theater with all that camera shakiness... I probably would have upchucked.

But on the small screen, it's totally excellent.

And now, to bed.

Boh-Shu-Don

Well I'm in Boston, for the first time in 6 years. I'm here on bidness of course, but that meeting took all of an hour, leaving me a full afternoon, evening, and tomorrow AM until I return.

The flight was uncrowded, smooth, and on-time. When I arrived, I discovered that the "big dig" is indeed complete: most of my travels from the airport to my hotel in Brookline was underground in new tunnels. It was a bit disconcerting to be in a tunnel that goes DOWN and UP, but I'm not the engineer here. Anyway, I got to my room and had an hour until my meeting. I decided to hoof it, since on the map it looked pretty close.

Alas, my hand-held GPS sent me the wrong direction - I had inadvertently plugged the wrong, very similar sounding name in for the street, and took a good 1 mile detour. I figured out my problem and was able to double back and get to the appointment just on time. Then I strolled into the Back Bay for a lunch at my favorite place - Sonsie (where we had brunch way back in 1997 on our first visit to Boston, and we learned about Lady Di's passing at hands of concrete and paparazzi.) A carrot soup, a cubano sandwich, and an iced tea set everything right. A visit to Triton booksellers, Newbury Comix, Fluevog shoes, and it was old home week.

By this point, I was starting to feel a bit tired - I'd been up traveling since 5am CST after all. So I cabbed it back to the hotel and took a little nap. Then I set back off to Boston by foot. My goal was something, anything Italian in the north side, which Google now tells me was a good 5 mile walk... took over an hour, during which time I worked on some Mandarin on Pimsleur (where interestingly they were teaching me how to say "Boston" in Mandarin: Boh-Shu-Don". The walk was up Beacon street, through Brookline, the Back Bay, through the Commons, through downtown, past Faneuil Hall. I saw the North side, and was shocked: The big dig again: The giant green bridge that used to be the gateway you peeked through to the north side has gone underground, and now there's a big park you walk across! It was a bit freaky actually.

I finally made it to the north side, and wandered up the street looking for the right restaurant... I found the one we did 6 years ago, but it was empty, and I didn't want to be the only diner in a place... nearby was a place with a gaudy giant neon sign depicting a bottle of chianti emptying on the sidewalk. I looked at the menu and realized I was home.

I walked in to find the place bustling with normal (not fancy) people, was seated next to a table with 6 kids, and the septuagenarian accordion player was wandering around... I had found a real place. And the menu item that drew me in: Bombalotti with sausage and goat cheese. bombalotti is some hybrid between Ziti, cannoli, and wagon wheel pasta - huge sectioned elbows of chewy pasta, with sausage, marinara, and sprinkled with goat cheese, then baked. It was perfect for me.

After dinner, wine, and espresso, I hit the street and decided that walking home was a sucker's game: Cab time. Somehow I got a chatty cabby, and I was chatty right back: We talked about morocco, language, the islamic influence in southern spain, and how you really need to know spanish to survive these days as a cabby.

Tomorrow I'll probably stay in the Brookline area until I need to leave: It's a bit arty up here, with Trader Joe's and several coffee shops close by (including a Peet's!)

In my travels, sometimes it feels like I'm seeing a town through cab windows and hotel windows. It's nice to have been able to spend a day with feet on the ground, to see the actual city and be in a place. I'm going to try to do this more!

An early night tonight - perhaps I'll see what fine films are on pay-per-view.

Boiling Rage

At work, as you know we were acquired by a larger concern shortly before I joined. As a part of the integration, they're combining computer networks and we're all getting new laptops. Big, horrible windows machines that are noisy, ugly, and lack couth. I will be using mine for the absolute minimum required, keeping the Mac as my machine of love.

Anyway, the process of getting set up should have been easy: Open the laptop, enter your login, and there you go.

After trying for 6 hours across 4 different days with multiple calls to multiple help desks, I only just today got my system up and running. And I am not a non-technical person: This was simply the worst managed transition I've ever seen... AND what's even better is that this was JUST for getting my login: The files and emails all move this weekend, and there is no assurance that it will come across cleanly - especially if it's as well planned as the simple act of giving a person a laptop and making sure they can log into it.

Several of us were so frustrated on Friday that we almost ran to the roof to throw our new laptops off: But that would have likely damaged the sidewalk.

Ok. That's off my chest.

On a different subject: You know that I recently had my office redecorated (again, kudos to Pamela). The other Veeps are stepping up and starting to personalize their spaces... but my boss hadn't been in for a few days, and I was thinking he needed some sprucing up. A trip to the party store held the answer.

When Mike came in this morning, there was a giant Oktoberfest banner across his wall, with colorful dancing Germans in hosen everywhere holding steins of beer, and large pictures of plates of sausages, breads, cakes, and more more more sausages. I had an ipod playing german drinking songs at full volume as well.

It set a good tone for the day...

The Auction

Saturday Night was the big Church Auction: Pamela had worked for days as the visionary for the decorations, and the results were stunning: The signs, the banners, the vases, the streamers, the giant undulating waves coming from the ceilings, it all came together splendidly, and people were coming up to Pamela all night fawning over her work. It was great validation of her talent!

The Auction itself was slightly smaller than last year: They got rid of the "garage sale" elements and only did donated items, which made for more space on the floor, and more intense bidding on the good stuff. Of course the highlight of the night was the live auction, which was led by George, one of the congregation, who employed a combination of good natured humor and flat out shaming tactics to not only get people to up their bids, but in two cases, the donors actually contributed extra stuff so that the top two bids were winners. That alone added over $1000 to the coffers.

I played it cool, but there was one thing I wanted, and let's just say I did what I needed to do to win it. I'm not exactly sure WHAT I'll be doing with 4 hours of a fine jazz combo with vocalist (the same as played at our 10th anniversary party), but it may just be a very silly afternoon I'm spending.

Mae was a saint and put the kids to bed so that we could attend the auction... and Sunday Pamela had all of the energy of a limp noodle, realizing just what an effort she had put into the whole deal.

Already up and running

Within 2 hours of getting this new machine home, I had all of my files in and working perfectly. I'm back to a Macbook Pro (the silver thing) but I did NOT get the Macbook AIR: I had over 140 gig of miscellaneous stuff on my hard drive (music files, videos, samples for music making, pictures, a few DVD images, a full MS Windows instance....) To have to pare that down by 50% to fit on the tiny Macbook Air hard drive was unthinkable. So I got the big brother, and I moved it all across, and still have 100 gig to spare!!! YES.

So I'm back, and hopefully THIS mac won't give me any guff. Not sure what I'll do with the old one: I'd have a hard time selling it to someone with the caveat "it eats hard drives every 8 months or so"... so I think it'll get recycled. Maybe.

8 Months

The MacBook has died again. To recap, it was bought in May 2006. First HD died October 2006. Second HD died September 2007. The third HD has now died April 2008. Of course, these HDs were not factory equipment (I put them in myself), so Apple can (and did) say it's not their problem...

This time, I've got good backups. REALLY good ones. I just took a fresh one last night actually.

This is strike three, however, and the Macbook is now leaving my home. A new Mac will be in place before the weekend is out. That is my pledge.

But seriously... WHAT on earth am I doing to these computers?

Swimming with Isaac

Well, Isaac is 18 months, so we figured we'd take him to the Foss Swim School. This is a father-son deal, so even though we work up a bit late this morning, we made it work: Isaac and I had fun hanging out in the pool together, BUT he was NOT very interested in any of the "how to actually swim" things: In fact he cried a LOT the more we got into the class...

The teacher - a nice Aussie - told me that it can take several classes before the kids start doing any of the exercises... but it was just surprising to me that mister daredevil got so scared in the water! We'll see how he does in subsequent weeks!

Bella came along, and surprise - her best friend Jenny was taking a class at the same time (though it had started 15 min earlier... so it got out 15 min early) - so Bella joined Jenny for breakfast next door at Panera while Scream-o-Tron and I finished our class and got dried off and changed.

Since we got home, I've barely heard from Bella: She's been playing with friends here, there, and everywhere for the last 6 hours and counting... she'll sleep well tonight! Much better than yesterday, when she only played with friends for 2 hours before "differences of opinion" led to the group breaking up and Bella crying. She's such a sensitive girl, but sometimes her stubbornness gets in the way too. These kids with their willpower!

Tonight is the big Church Auction: Last year I wound up going to a Spanish-only dinner as a result... we'll see what goodies are on offer! I have not seen Pamela much for the past 2 days - this is her big thing she does for church - the setup and decoration. She loves it!

So this week coming up, it's a quick jaunt off to Boston for me! Newbury Comix, here I come!

Dodging Denver

I was supposed to be in Denver tonight, to attend a meeting tomorrow... but something about the weather just made me question whether I HAD to do it, and it turns out there was some wiggle room. I literally stepped out of the security line at the airport and turned around. Between the weather and all those poor American Airlines souls, there's unquestionably bad airport karma right now. So while the world gets coated in ice out there, I sit by my fire and blog.

Things I love right now:
1) Lagavulin Distillers Edition: Smoky Lagavulin with a smooth sherry front end. A fine evening by the fire dram.
2) The new Madonna/Justin Timberlake song: 4 Minutes. The song is RELENTLESS.
3) The song Konnichiwa B*tches by Robyn: "I'll be knocking you down like I was in demolition, I'll be counting you out like a mathematician"
in the intro to the album, the following claim is made about her:
"She's listed in section 202 of the United Nations Security Act of 1979
as being too hot to wear tight sweaters on international airspace"

Poor Isaac didn't sleep enough last night and took a really long nap this afternoon, so I figured he wouldn't get tired for a while... and yet he totally collapsed right on time tonight. All the while he was babbling all sorts of new words and sounds - I think he literally overloaded his brain today and crashed.

Bella on the other hand was out playing at Casey's tonight: They called around dinnertime and said "Bella said she loves steak, so we invited her to stay for dinner". So I guess she eats steak now. I asked her about it tonight, whether she would eat it again, and she said "Yes, but not from an oven again. I'd eat it if a CHEF made it".

Well, time for more Swedish! I can't start on Arabic until this Swedish Monkey is off my back. Ah the fickle life of the language addict.

More Amazinger

1) Bella in the car this afternoon on the way to the party store:

"You know we did an ABC song today in school, but the SONG was Jingle Bells
But you know what's even more amazinger? I just saw TWO DUCKS!!!!"

This was one of those great parent moments when everything gels in a second:
- She's learned to decouple music from words, so she got that the melody was one thing and the words were different.
- But she's still my nature loving observant girl
- And she uses words like Amazinger.

Pamela will be decorating church for the big auction this weekend, and brought a budget to Litin Paper. Bella was a very helpful and serious assistant. Isaac ran and ran and ran and ran and ran. I was happy because I found some very cheesy Ockoberfest pictures (huge stacks of sausage, smiling people in lederhosen) that will be decorating my bosses office tomorrow.

2) Bella's current favorite instrument to play at Guitar Center is the Acoustic Guitar - they have 3/4 size ones for kids, but she's still WAY too small, and those big steel strings are impossible for her delicate hands to fret. So my good music geek buddy Jeff H recommended the Ukelele. But how to get Bella interested?

Thank goodness for America Idol - tonight one of our favorite guys was out there playing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" with the Ukelele (the Israel Kam...kamika...big hawaiian guy version) and Bella loved the Uke. So I think we're primed. UKES AWAY!

3) Rosetta Stone Swedish: Level 1, Unit 5, Lesson 11: The first person has finally arrived. So it's around the 50th lesson, you learn how to say "I". "We" showed up in Lesson 9 actually.... Oh, and here's how they do it (since it's all pictures) - pictures with word balloons. Brilliant.

Pamela is STRONGLY encouraging me that once I'm done with this Swedish course (probably in 3 weeks) that I consider Arabic. I previewed some materials, and it seems like a good bet. Of course I'll also keep on with my Mandarin refresh. Because that's how I roll.

Harebrained Ideas

1) Open a music store called BLIP.

- A narrow downtown space - high ceilings, one door - maybe 15 feet wide. In an old tailor's shop maybe.

- White walls, severe white lighting.

- One long metal table down the middle of the store with German Synthesizers only.
- Waldorf and Access

- Two computer stations with German software only:
- Ableton, Native Instruments, Melodyne

- Hours 12-8pm Thurs and Sat only, or by appointment.

You KNOW it would rock.

2) The superpower: Ability to mildly increase the humidity of a room.
- Could help keep cigars fresh.
- Mortal enemy to comic book collectors, however.

3) The SweIdaGolNew Potato:
- A Yam stuffed with an Idaho Potato stuffed with a Golden potato, stuffed with a red New potato.
- Perfect compliment to TurDukEn
- Or OsTurDukEnaDee (Ostrich-Turkey-Duck-Chicken-Chickadee)

Letting Go...

Once upon a time I had a website. Actually a few websites. There was the old picture site on DotMac. And the new picture site on DotMac. There was the "Roamfi" site - a legacy from a startup that we ALMOST made happen... and there was my PPGWAVE site.

Of all of them, my PPG site was the oldest - it was never more than a parking spot on the web for one of my beloved aliases, named after the blue german synths used by Propaganda, Frankie, Alphaville, Depeche Mode, and others. I had no actual info on those synths (though there was a link to some info)... no, it was just my spot on the web with a picture and a few sub-pages of MP3 files of my music (most recently updated in 2003 I believe).

Sometime 2+ years ago, I lost all of the files pertaining to the maintenance of that site, and never got around to rebuilding it, so it was just not being updated. I know I could have re-loaded it, but it never seemed to be a priority. There were a few email boxes out on that site that I hadn't checked for several years either... so I can only imagine what amazing offers of replica watches and cialis await me in there.

Well, I've let the site expire finally. A visit to ppgwave.com will not net you a happy result. I decided that if anything, THIS is my true footprint on the web: People who know me will come here, and I'll let you know what is what. The only reason I bring it up is that I had linked to that site's picture for my picture, and for a few days it's been a "?" instead. So I reloaded a picture (not the exact same one, but from the same 5 minute session).

I had a similar thing happen when I sold off Klangworks.com over 5 years ago: It was an admission that I'm really not doing this jingle music thing full time, that my calling lies elsewhere... It's funny how the web is so temporary sometimes. I need to remember to take this blog's entries and cache them offline somewhere so that Bella and Isaac have some other record of my life should Google decide one day to completely pack up and disappear...!

Back from the dream

Saturday found us wandering around Stillwater in beautiful sunny weather, visiting the shops, doing a little antiquing. We found one place (Pulp Fashion) that was a huge stationary shop, with an amazing sale room (you'll be seeing some new textures on our paper correspondence), and a "Man Room" with a big couch, TV, magazines, and the paper ("You may be here for a while" the sign warns).

The economics of Stillwater are still hard to watch in action: For a time it was all antiques all the time, but that has changed in the ebay world, and for my own part, I just don't need tchochkes either! Many shops are floundering, but many new ones are coming in - the more high-end babygear and educational toys, as well as frou-frou Patina/Red Envelope style places. The restaurant scene is moving upscale as well, with some great wine bars, while the older bars seem a bit quieter... though to be fair I'm not sure we know if those bars are doing well since we don't go there at night....

We came back to the room after a huuuuge lunch and Pamela napped for a few more hours while I puttered (working on Swedish and Mandarin - staying focused until I finish the full level of Rosetta Stone and Fluenz) Dinner out at a wine bar where the starter was great but the soup we both chose was WAY too salty, so we skipped right to dessert.

Sleep was not QUITE as deep, since we'd had a pretty relaxing day, plus naps... but it worked nonetheless. Breakfast in the AM, and we made it home by 1pm to relieve Miss Tara, who had done a great job handling the kiddos for the weekend. Sunday is a rainy day, so we're huddled around the fire, playing go fish, napping, etc.

It was a great weekend away, and I wouldn't change a thing about it.

Update from the B&B

We escaped the cities around 3:30 the Isaac in the capable hands of Miss Tara and Bella already on her way to a waterpark for a playing overnight with the whole neighborhood.

Our room at the Rivertown Inn is the Oscar Wilde Suite - over in the carriage house, it's large, beautiful, and quiet. There's a huge tub, and a steam/rainfall shower as well. The bed... it is like some sort of awakeness-sucking plush amoeba.

Within 10 min of being here, I was already conked out on the bed for a short nap. The bed was just that comfortable. We got down to the hotel for the wine and cheese and sausage reception.... a great start to the trip.

We walked down the hill to Stillwater and had dinner at "the" hopping wine bar called MarX - They were pouring Lagavulin, so I was happy (though the price on that pour was a bit high), and the food was fantastic. But by 7:30 we were ready to be back in our own space.

Fast forward to the morning, when we discovered that we were almost late to breakfast: We slept 11 hours in that amazing bed. I haven't slept like that since... I don't even know when. Pamela last had a crash out like that when she went to Miraval. I can only say that this parenting thing must be somewhat tiring.

A wonderful breakfast today at a big communal table - Fresh baked muffins (Blueberry or Chocolate), a Baked Apple with filo pastry and creme anglaise, a crepe filled with orange pastry cream (and candied kumquats), and a egg souffle with canadian bacon, arugula and bellavitano cheese with a mixed herb sauce. It was amazing.

The sun is shining and the birds are singing, so we'll be off to walk downtown now... nothing at all on our planner. This is the break we have so desperately needed.

In Town

I have two weeks ahead with no planned travel, aside from a nice weekend away coming up with my sweetie pie - two glorious nights at the Rivertown Inn in Stillwater - in the Oscar Wilde suite, out in the carriage house, so very quiet and BIG. It'll be good to have some time away just us two to catch our breath after all of the craziness of our lives. The 7 inches of snow that fell as an insult to all last night are already melting away, and by the weekend it should be spring again.

Isaac tantalized us with a few nights of sleeping all the way through, but since then has at least reduced to one wakeup a night only: Until very recently, he had a 1am and a 4am. Now we seem to have just a 2-3am... and maybe just maybe he'll remember what he was thinking about with those "all the way through" nights... boy that was some good sleeping. He has another tooth coming through which may be affecting his sleep somewhat (it's no doubt affecting his mood - he's been a crabby cus today!)

My experiment with The Rosetta Stone continues: I'm now halfway through Level 1 (which is all there is for Swedish) and I can comfortably say "The boy in the red shirt and his sister with the white dress are in the airplane without their parents" (Pojken i den röd tröjan och hans syster med den vitt klänning är i flygplanet utan sina föräldrar) and "he can't talk now, because he is drinking milk" (Han kan inte tala nu, för han dricker mjölk)

But I have not yet learned how to say "hello", "goodbye", or "I would like a cup of coffee". 44 lessons in, and the first and second person are yet to be found, as are any TACTICAL phrases of any sort. (I'm not looking ahead, so maybe they're right around the corner...) BUT I do feel like a good foundation is being built. So bottom line, I feel like Rosetta Stone is definitely WORKING, but I could caution against anyone using it as a cram prior to a trip: For anyone who has <30 days to pick some stuff up, you've got to do Pimsleur. But if you want to LEARN the language, I'm pretty impressed with Rosetta so far - the lessons are sticking pretty well, and you do learn how to string concepts together, not just learn phrases.

That's the update for now...