Like flying a retarded kite

I took Barley and Mollie for a walk to the park yesterday. The challenge of walking two very different dogs with different olfactory interests, waste schedules and leashes is like flying a retarded kite.

Barley’s new friend

Barley is in heaven playing with Kathy’s dog Mollie. Despite being 1/5 the size, she is quite brave, and easily keeps up with the big goof.

Mollie taking Barley to task

Mollie isn’t really as evil as the picture makes her look, but she’s so small that Barley has trouble keeping her away. He can get his paws around her, but to little avail.

Updated banner

I’ve updated the banner on the website for winter. The picture of the copper mine at Holden Village. I tried out several other banners, and the coppermine seemed the only one that was attractive and appropriate enough for the the big time.

There have been some invisible changes, but unless you’re on a screen reader of Lynx, you won’t notice them.

Updated Banner

I’ve just shortened the banner by 30px which should help with looking at the gallery pages on 1024×768 screens. Previously, the 140px banner was just a bit much, but I didn’t really pay much attention to it on my monster screen. I’ve also been looking for banner replacements, but none have been satisfactory as of yet.

Most haven’t noticed (or care), but I’ve also added a link to audioscrobbler below the current track. Its a plugin for your media player that reports what you’re listening to and keeps track over a period of time then you can see who else listens to the same types of music and what other kinds of music they listen to. Its much easier to use than my current track reporter and works on WinAmp and iTunes at work and home.

Oh – and I’ve added password protection to the Friends galleries. Some people may be cast in an imperfect light in those pictures, and we wouldn’t want people to get the wrong ideas. Let me know if you’d like the username and password.

Cannon Beach with Family

This weekend we met up with my parents and Hilary (briefly) for some relaxing at the sea. As is intended when going to the beach during the winter, we got some excellent storming, though Saturday itself was amazingly nice. So we walked, sat, ate, and had fun.

I’ve added pictures of it to my gallery. I doubt others care that much, but I love pictures from the beach because of the colors. The grays, blues, browns and yellows just seem so calming. As is the steady wind and noise from the waves.

I really like winter beaches. The steeper gradient is more interesting, as is the flotsam left behind. Still early in the season, the high tide had already carried logs up an access ramp. We even narrowly escaped a sneaker that had us scrambling onto the rocks. There was some evidence of mass wasting in areas, and always artifacts of people trying to hold onto their precious bluffs. Don’t they know they can never win?

Let pompousness serve the city

After my class final at PSU, I took the shuttle back to work. Just after the shuttle left, he started to accelerate to turn onto Brodway when the light turned green. The bus jerked to a halt and the driver honked at a person who crossed in front of the bus. The driver opened the door and suggested the pedestrian obey the signals. The pedestrian taunted the driver: “What are you going to do – hit me?” I could easily hear from the back, but the pedestrian, whom I will refer to as jackass continued with the following dialogue:

Driver: “You should obey the signals”
Jackass: “What are you going to do? Hit me?”
Driver: “You should obey the signals”
Jackass: “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? HIT ME?!?!”
Collective internal dialogue of all the passengers: “Yes, please do…”
Long pause
Jackass: “Never do that again. You hear me? NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. SAY IT!”

The bus driver closed the doors on the jackass, whom several passengers had stood up to get a better view of. I also got a better view. The jackass looked like he must have been a professor whose mistress/student had just broken off their relationship. His face was splotchy pink with unrighteous anger. Evidently he wasn’t aware that the 13 people on the bus also had places to go. But we missed the light and sat there for another several minutes in silence.

Ironically, this all took place under the pedestrian bridge which is decorated with the school’s mission: Let knowledge serve the city.