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Mon, 04 Sep 2006 or, breaking radio silence It's been a busy three weeks! I finished and (preliminarily) wrote up Heaviside, my headphone amp. Work was crazy busy, culminating in a mostly-complete architecture specification (and partial design, really) for the block I'm currently working on. Matlab is officially my best friend, but xcircuit and LaTeX rate up there too. Oh yeah, and I saw Talladega Nights. The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, indeed. Most interestingly, I was on vacation last week. Starting on Friday the 25th, I headed from Austin to Fort Dodge, where I intended to drop off the truck and pick up the Harley for the rest of the trip. Unfortunately, the weather in Iowa didn't cooperate, so I ended up driving the whole trip. Also, though I'd originally intended to head to the east coast, I instead turned left at Iowa and went to the other ocean. Starting Monday the 28th, I drove from Fort Dodge to Berkeley, CA over two days, stopping overnight in Wendover, UT (on the UT-NV border). From Tuesday through Saturday I stayed with Katherine in Berkeley and hung out with her along with Sherv and May—even making it to May's b-day party and getting May, Justin, Sherv, and Katherine to accompany me to, yup, Motherfuckin Snakes on a Motherfuckin Plane. Saturday Katherine, Sherv, and I threw a rather successful barbeque involving not only the standard BBQ fare but some rather delicious seared tuna with an awesome wasabi something-or-other that Sherv whipped up for us. It went quite swimmingly with Katherine's tequila-lime chicken and my humble-by-comparison-but-I-didn't-hear-any-complaints burgers. The drive back occupied Sunday and Monday. I made it from Berkeley to El Paso on Sunday by way of an interesting route: I-5 to CA-46 to CA-99 to CA-58 (to Barstow!) to I-40 to US-95 to CA-62 which becomes AZ-95 to AZ-72 to "Vicksburg Road" (it has no other name) to I-10 to US-290 to Austin. If/when I figure out how to put precisely this route into Google Maps without spending hours on it, I'll do so. To cap it all off, I got a ticket for doing 7 MPH over on I-10 just 5 miles from where I was going to turn off onto US-290. Fucking bastards. Oh well, maybe I'll reqest a trial by jury. Also, entertainingly (though not at the time), I was caffeinated (and, well, myself) to the point where the policeman was asking me why I was so nervous, and whether I was on drugs or transporting contraband or weapons. He went so far as to ask me to smile so he could confirm from my teeth that I wasn't a meth user. As Peter Griffin would say, "This isn't the first time my magnetic personality has gotten me into trouble." To make myself feel better, I did an oil change and hair cut when I got home. Call it centering, or something. Oh, and that reminds me, screw Mobil1 for replacing the old badass 5W-40 "Truck and SUV" oil with this ersatz 5W-30 shit. It's got friction modifiers, for Chrissake! Breeeeeeeeathe. writebackSherv wrote old chestnut: post a comment: |
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