So Jamie and I went white water rafting on the Ocoee River in north Georgia the beginning of August. This was not a trip I was looking forward to. Any time I have seen white water rafting on TV I have thought to myself, “I will never do that”. But, Jamie wanted to go so I was trying to be a sport about it. How could anyone enjoy 4 hours of the log flume ride at Great Adventure?
After I agreed, I checked out the website. We were doing the combo trip (whew hew – the long version). … [continue reading]
So I finally made the trip to Portland, OR to visit Adam and meet his wife Stacey. I flew in Thursday night. Stacey was flying home to visit her family for the weekend and Adam was able to drop her off and pick me up.
Adam and I went back to their condo to drop my stuff. He has a great place in downtown Portland. We spent the first evening walking around his neighborhood. It has just about everything you could ask for and a nice vibe to boot. Eventually we stopped at the Blue Moon Tavern which is a McMenamins. … [continue reading]
This American Life in conjunction with NPR News had a really good program that ran about a month ago called The Giant Pool of Money. It is all about the housing bubble and subsequent collapse.
I highly recommend listening to the show if you haven’t already. … [continue reading]
I’m back at The Ranch ready to make my third (and hopefully last) tandem jump. I went to watch Harry make his T-4 jump. I didn’t have a reservation and I was just hoping they’d be able to fit me in for my T-3. Due to extenuating circumstances Harry decided against doing his T-4 and opted for another tandem. The Ranch was very accommodating. John (my JM from the T-2 jump) was already paired with somebody; Joe (the head honcho) was kind enough to switch people around so that we could be paired up instead. … [continue reading]
It’s videos like these that make me glad I’m a telecomuter …
The video title sums it up nicely, “Office worker goes absolutely insane.”
This is the same incident, but taken from a camera phone — there is some audio with this one.
At the end you can’t really hear what he is saying, but all I could think was, “Don’t tase me, bro!” Not that the two events have any relation to each other; it’s just what popped into my head. … [continue reading]
Time to see if I really got what it takes – what it takes to jump out of an airplane for a second time. Kenny had been saying throughout the winter that he thought he would like to try sky diving too. So every time we got together the topic came up, and always ended with Harry and I trying to talk any one we could into going, and us promising Kenny we’d go with him once spring rolled around.
Harry did his homework. He went to The Ranch and bought a couple of books about the certification process. … [continue reading]
Recently Ali and I met up with Gabe and Jana for an extended weekend of relaxation. Gabe sold the trip as being at a cabin in the North Georgia Mountains. We pictured it as rustic, secluded, and sparse. After they picked us up from the airport we headed East down I-20. It turns out the cabin, lovingly named Old Sandwich, was located at Cuscowilla on Lake Oconee in Eastern Georgia – a golf resort. Not quite what we expected, but the place rocked. It had two bedrooms plus a master suite each with a private bath. … [continue reading]
Since I started skiing back at the turn of the century, Ali and I have tried to do one major trip a year. This year we chose to go to Mont Tremblant in the Quebec Province of Canada. Several years ago I did some work with Ciena. The division I worked with was based out of Kanata in Ontario. John Kerr was the Supporting Engineer. He raved about Mont Tremblant. After Ali investigated, we were pretty excited about going. A couple of years past and I ran into John in a random restaurant in Boston, and his first question to me was, “Have you gone to Tremblant yet?” The answer was, “no,” but I figured since he was still asking about it, it must be a decent place to go. … [continue reading]
It’s been just over a week since I made that first step. We were at 13,500 feet; I was standing with my toes hanging over the edge of the door; and my feet pointed towards the wing. I had a jump master strapped to my back, and I was ready to take the plunge of my life, or so I thought.
I’ve been talking about going sky diving for a while now. My brother and I were going to do it at one point, but we couldn’t get our schedules to line up. … [continue reading]
Sweet foot stomping, banjo twangin’ bluegrass. On our a way to our yearly dose of ear nectar the omens started early as we ran across a couple of dead Armadillos, or as my Cousin says, “Opossums in the half shell,” on the way there. The thing about fiddlers is I don’t like to know who is coming ahead of time. I like the anticipation of not knowing, but unfortunately more often than not I’m disappointed by a few notable no shows. This year was the worst in history. Only one Chandler made it — usually there is an entire clan. … [continue reading]