A special welcome to the ‘wood. A quick story which might give some perspective to his harsh criticism. We used to work together, he left much sooner than I did. There was a time (I know a lot of you find this hard to believe) when work wasn’t the most enjoyable situation for either of us. One day we came up with the idea that work would be more interesting if we had an arch rival at work. Because we got a long well enough, it made for an enjoyable rivalry. Lots of pranks, practical jokes and fraternity hijinx ensued. Some of our common arguments consisted of Van Halen with DLR or Hagar being better, so musical criticism comes natural. John
Denver is cheesey, we should all know that…but it’s a cheesy like Air Supply or Journey or Lionel Richie…just good enough that you catch yourself singing out loud in a car at the top of your lungs. Anyway, I’ve arrived in P-land, enjoying a great latte at one of my old haunts. It’s sunny but quite cold.
In the immortal words of John Denver…
“All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go…
Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again”
Funny John doesn’t mention selling a Jetta or the “Packaging Store Moving Center”…
See you in Portland, in 12 hours.
Peace Out Anchor Town.
Just a few thoughts. As soon as I publish this, I will shut down my computer and pack it in a box. I’ve done a lot of packing the last few days. I have to admit, it’s been a little overwhelming. I didn’t realize how much stuff I’ve accumulated over the last three years. When I came to Alaska, I could fit just about everything I owned into a couple of easily shippable boxes and my Jetta packed to the brim.
I’ve been watching “Lost.” I can’t watch the ones on TV. I’ve become the person that can’t pick up a series part way into it. Today’s TV is written with so many arcs that an episode skipped could take you out of an episode in the future. So don’t ruin Lost for me. I’m on episode 8. Just found out a little bit about Sawyer’s past. I think that I really like “24” but I got “distracted” halfway through the first season and can’t start watching new ones until I watch all the past seasons. But to rent the whole first season for watching half of it hasn’t been a priority. Need I remind anyone of the Buffy-a-thon? I spent March, April and May of this year watching every episode of Buffy, yes all 7 seasons. I tried to watch Angel, but it wasn’t the same…even with Cordelia.
I built a computer for Riche out of spare computer parts that I had in our closet.
That makes me think of the nickname discussion I had the other day. I don’t feel comfortable putting other people’s first or last names on this blog. If you want to comment with your name, that’s fine, but I won’t put it here. It started about 3 years ago when we had a BLB website with pics from history and our adventures in Alaska. Everyone that contributed with photos or comments would submit a nickname…some of them stuck more than others. So, I use nicknames. If you feel like being mentioned, just give me a nickname and I’ll add you to the dialogue.
I’ve been trying to think of a way to boost the comment traffic here. As my good friend Schmetzger (a nickname) once said, “Comments are blog currency. The love language of bloggers. Vitamins.” (You got to be impressed with that quote, Schmetzger, see you Friday, by the way). I have an idea, post a comment, any ol’ comment will do with your nickname and what would inspire you to comment more…
On the playlist tonight (Make Yourself a CD)
L.S.F. – Kasabian
Irrelevant – Matthew Ryan
Your Heart is An Empty Room – Death Cab for Cutie
Sugar Dumpling – Sam Cooke
As I’m Leaving – David Gray
Wear You Like Heaven – Donovan
The Leavers and the Left Behinds – Steven Jackson
Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen
The Heart’s A Lonely Hunter – Thievery Corporation
Alaska and Me – John Denver
Sound of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel
I Still Miss Someone – Johnny Cash
Fly Away – Poe
Come Around – Rhett Miller
I spent my last Sunday (for a while) in Alaska doing two very Alaskan activities. Special thanks to “The Coach’s Daughter” (Give me a better nickname and I’ll use it) and “AJ” for hosting me. I visited them in August when my family was up, to see what raising sled dogs was all about. In August, there were 10 dogs (don’t make me name them, because I can). Yesterday; 16 dogs! I honestly can’t think of another time in my life when I’ve been around 16 dogs like that. It was fascinating. I mentioned I took part in two Alaskan activities, there’s the dog sledding, but also I road a snow machine for the first time. It’s very similar to a Waverunner, but hurts much more to crash…yeah, I can say that from experience. I’ve quietly mocked snow machining (snow mobiles, to those of you in the “other 49”) as long as I’ve been up, mainly for the sideways hat wearing 22 year olds that crowd once-cool bars saying “brap” to each other. But after both riding one on my own and seeing one in practical use, I now understand.
Here’s what I learned:
1. These dogs want to pull sleds. With 16 dogs, the 8 that get left behind yelp and howl like a child left out of a game.
2. Some people and dogs consider 30 degrees (above zero) hot.
3. Abandon your instincts when riding a snow machine. If your instincts tell you to put your feet down while careening towards a grove of trees, you’re gonna regret giving into them. If your instinct would tell you to stay on a snow machine if it breaks through a frozen lake, abandon that instinct and jump away. Luckily I didn’t have to deal with the second. I promise, Mom.
4. 16 dogs make a lot of poop.
5. I can’t run fast enough to catch a dog sled.
6. There are muscles you use to handle sled dogs that may not be used for anything else a human would ever do.
There are pictures on Flickr.
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Welcome to those of you joining my blog from AKD.
1997 Jetta for sale, here’s the Craigslist link.