Farewell to this jackass

The first of (at least, hopefully at most) three friends of mine who will escape Nebraska in coming months, Nick is off to Tahoe in the pursuit of non-NL employment. Plus it's freaking Tahoe.



Take some photos on the ride out

OOOOOHH NOOO

In honor of this weekend's NFL Draft. . .



J-E-T-S
JETS JETS JETS

My place isn't that great for riding.

Too many bad angles for the Cross-Check to handle.


I don't know how Chris timed this, but good job catching Andy's . . . uh, rant.

FFL

Senor CVO was kind enough to grant me contributor status to the Folks From Lincoln blog, a mix of local bicycle shenanigans and other goings-on.

I probably won't post anything else there without a good reason. That being said, check it.

http://jedionabike.blogspot.com/

The part of town that is down

A new business of some sort is going into the space next to the Rococo Theatre entrance (used to be a jewelry store, I think). Looks trendy. Don't know what it is. I supposed I could've asked one of the painters working inside, but why would I do that? It's not like I'm paid to ask people questions or anything.



On a side note, the businesses that occupied the building formally used by Homers (a generic coffee shop and generic sandwich shop) have failed. Shock and/or awe.

Hey, free market and all, but if you're stupid enough to open either a sandwich or coffee (especially the former) shop in that space, you deserve to fail.

Two Song

Random images from Tucson


Trash can constructed from old forks. There are several made from bicycle parts.


Saguaro National Park. If you look into the distance you can see the Tucson skyline.


A purple cactus? Wacky!


A middle-aged couple rolling through on a tandem. This place was pretty hilly, so props to them


Durrrrrr

Har har.

Chris and I 'cycled out to the 70 & Van Dorn Russ's to get supplies for Irish Beef Stew, and saw Hallmark's not-so-well-thought-out ad campaign for Moms Day.



Only a month left, guys; don't forget to rock your mom. Or maybe I will.

The Pride of Flagstaff

I don't have a lot of traditions or rituals, but every time I'm in Flagstaff I stop at the Route 66 Hot Dog Haus.

Why? An all-beef hot dog on a pretzel dough bun, dammit.

Rock that Klein

And for no reason whatsoever, here's a shot of Jonn's backside. We rode to Best Buy to acquire consumer electronics.

My second (or sixth) home

Returning from a one-night jaunt to Portland/Seattle. Been here about four hours now. Denver Int'l is one of the best airports in the USA, though, and the "business" (see: free internet) center is relatively calm.

Not pictured is the uber-emo coffee shack named "Cutter's Point Coffee" I saw in Olympia this morning.

BNSF

Was returning from a quick pre-Sunset ride on the Bison last night and was about 20' away from the RR crossing on South Street when the gates came down. The conductor had the horn held down for a good 15 seconds straight as they traversed the crossing (and passed me) which, if I recall, isn't kosher, and I probably lost a few frequencies in my head. Thanks guys.

First new Portishead this millennium

I enjoy Portishead, although it certainly doesn't hit the right note for every occasion. They're releasing their first new album in like a decade April 29.

I'm sure it's leaked somewhere, but I've never bothered with that stuff. That being said, somebody posted one of the songs on YouTube.

Bringing it back, 9 months later.

I stopped updating this because not a whole lot had been going on.

Still not a whole lot going on. Screw it.

Still traveling to all those places for work, plus the Front Range in CO and WY (As I type this from a hotel room in Loveland, near Fort Collins). Developed a general sense of complacency with my job; traveling is now as commonplace as breathing.

Still live with Chris and Jenna in a fine townhouse with proximity to Open Harvest, a crappy sports bar, and my office.

Still a supporter of Obama; still loathe Hillary. I won't get into that here; there are only 7 trillion other blogs for people to feel self-important with regard to the election.

Now for some images of the past nine months



Forslund returned from deep dark Africa. Tony got engaged. I got a new ride:



Being friends of Jonn, Tony et. al., and desire to use my car as little as possible finally lead to me making a investment in a new bicycle. I had been interested in getting a Cross-Check for a while, and about three weeks later it has only exceeded my expectations. I can't get enough of it and wish I could (safely) bring it with me on my work travels.

Good: beer. Bad: Shaving.



And I can make some pretty rad salsa, accomplished by roasting the ingredients seen below. Yeah. Homemade salsa. I roll hard.



OK, look for a new post sometime in 2009.

Portland.

Can't say I've ever opened a hotel drawer to find this combination before.

Art is for pretentious ninnies

Rather than spend money on generic prints or resort to the sweet framed photos of chicks on semi trucks I bought at Bag N Save, Jenna and I decided to make our own. Oh dear god. We were joined by the adorable Sarah Schroeder in this endeavor, might I add.

First we have Sarah's creation. I commented that it looked like something you could buy in Target's dorm room section, but I meant it in a good way:



Jenna did this one. She has actual talent that comes with taking classes for this sort of thing:



Then we have this BITCHIN' tree I did. Basically I just really like blue and green - globes, maps, etc. A tree is green. The sky is blue. Connect the dots:




Then I reverted back to my usual cynical self, and did. . . this:

Suggestions Needed for New Compound nickname.

As of July, the News Link Compound will be no more - Shannon is moving to Chi-Town, Cathy's going her own direction, and the house is one or two cracks away from condemnation. It's been fun, but alas, it's time for new digs. So. . .

THE SETTING:



Roughly 5 blocks from my current residence; within a block and a half of both a generic and hippie grocery store, coffee house and porn shop.

CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Thew, your fearless leader (sans beard, at least currently):



Christopher Schacht, AKA Chris AKA Schacht, who will be attending the prestigious UNL College O' Law because he has nothing better to do:



Jenna, who was basically in the right place in the right time, will keep Chris and I in check when it comes to all the girls neither of us will be bringing home:



Stay tuned.

While I'm at it, here are some from the Columbia River Gorge

I'm killing time at the airport in Phoenix and figured I'd post some more.

These are from the Oregon side of the Columbia River Gorge. I've driven back and forth through it four times now and I don't think I'll ever get tired of it.

Just east of The Dalles, OR on the Old Columbia River Highway. Lots of winding around and stuff. That's I-84 down there:



A town in Washington (not sure which):



I spent a couple of hours on the bank of the river taking photos of a rail gang repairing this line of track. The railroad is big on preventing "slip, trip and fall" injuries, and this kind of puts it into perspective, as walking back and forth across the ballast wasn't exactly easy, and well, yeah:



I took this one on my first trip out there back in March. Cloudy but still kickin' rad:



Multnomah Falls. I believe it's the 2nd tallest year-round waterfall in the USA (no idea what #1 is):

The Sand IS WHITE

I suppose this is worth posting.

Thursday evening, after wrapping up my job responsibilities in Belen, New Mexico, I decided to take a detour on my way to El Paso and visit White Sands National Monument. There were a ton of people there - not sure if it's usually that way this time of year or the fact that there was a full moon that night, or perhaps because there's nothing else to do in the vicinity of Alamogordo. . .

At any rate, I used my work camera, a Canon Rebel XT, to take some shots as the sun went down:



I'm HUGE (!!!):



Yucca:



A couple of the better landscape shots I took:





Abusing the camera's timer setting to recreate the cover of 'The Gods Must Be Crazy'



Full moon rising. Wish I had a tighter lens:

Three months later

If anyone is still checking this. . . wow.

On that note, Cornbread, these are for you.

He has my sword.

“I recognize there is a certain presumptuousness in this — a certain audacity — to this announcement. I know that I haven’t spent a lot of time learning the ways of Washington. But I’ve been there long enough to know that the ways of Washington must change.”

GObama!

Wow, I should get the rights to that quick