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  • The Aftermath

    The Aftermath

    After the low speed, but still catastrophic fall cycling yesterday, I knew that the next day would be brutal. I am not disappointed.

    The swelling is down, the golfball-sized lump on my elbow is gone, and the scrapes are scabbing up. Yay.

    However, the other damage is now coming to the front. The inventory isn’t great, but I guess it could be worse.

    The Elbow isn’t broken, full motion, but there is soreness beyond the scrapes and new scabs.

    My left hamstring seems to have a deep tissue bruise. I am wondering what the hell I did to get that. No surface bruising, but yikes, the muscle is painful.

    My nose, and left cheek have some edema’s that were caused by hard contact with my sports glasses. Enough force to pop out the lens is enough to leave some permanent marks.

    General muscle soreness in my lower back, my pectorals, and other places that will not be mentioned.

    Yep, Vitamin I for the win today.

  • Traffic Woes

    Traffic Woes

    I am wondering what the heck is up. The last 4 weeks have heralded an uptick in traffic here in the south bay, a real escalation.

    Traffic has been awful here in the bay area for a long time. Before I moved away, it was bad. But, in the 12 years I was in Arizona it has gone insane.

    Last summer, when we moved back, I fell into a pattern. There were days that were lighter in commute time from south San Jose, Monday and Friday. Probably due to people working from home one day a week, and picking Friday or Monday.

    When school started in 2014, there was an increase in the early traffic, but not too bad.

    This year, school started the last week of August, and traffic increased. But there was still a marked reduction in traffic on Monday and Friday.

    However, last week and this week so far, a 17 mile drive that through the last year has averaged 35-45 minutes is now consistently more than an hour. This morning, it took me 55 minutes to get to the Pruneyard Towers (about 1/2 way). Total transit time: 1:21

    Groan.

  • Painful Pride – Car Washing

    Painful Pride – Car Washing

    Stewie gets clayedOne thing I do miss about living in Arizona is that there weren’t water restrictions, and I could weekly wash my car. I take pride in my S2000, and kept it pretty immaculate, washing it every week, waxing it every 6 weeks or so, and twice a year polishing the paint. Now that I live in California, it is a different story.

    The first 9 months we lived here we were in an apartment. No facilities to wash. So a couple of times I took it to a local car wash. But, being parked outside, under trees is brutal for the paint. Sap, glop, and a shit-ton of dirt. I got to the point where I didn’t even bother to take it to the car wash. The last time I had it washed was before we moved into our house (March 24th), so it is long overdue.

    I should point out that until I moved to California, my car had only been hand washed from the day I bought it until I left AZ. 3 buckets, one for the wheels, one for the soap and one to rinse the sponge. Chamois, squeegee, and glass polish.

    Today, I bit the bullet. Since I am parking in the garage again, I splurged for a good hand wax, and claying of the paint to remove the schmutz and sap. Way more money than I wanted to spend, but it is clean and smooth now.

    I hope the drought breaks, because I miss washing my car.

    (sigh, I also need to find a good autobody shop, there are two places where the clear coat is peeling, and I need the paint touched up. That is for a different day.)

  • Netflix Addiction – NCIS

    Netflix Addiction – NCIS

    I guess that my binging on detective and drama series makes me an easy mark, so a few weeks ago, after finishing the 3 seasons of “Death in Paradise“, Netflix offered up NCIS.

    Why not.

    Broadcast TV, so there is some, ah, tameness that I usually don’t see, and that adds to the charm. I got hooked.

    The show is timed for an hour, so 42-ish minutes, so there is not much time to dawdle int he story. Setup, search, conclusion moves pretty quick.

    The stories are just engaging enough, but what really brings the charm to the show is the cast. The lead, Mark Harmon, probably in the best role I have seen him in, does a great job of shepherding the “cats” of his cast.

    The “special agents” exhibit a lively interplay, mixing sarcasm, and innuendo, and inappropriate comments, it keeps the show fun. Now into the third season, Matthew Weatherly (plays agent Anthony DiNozzo) is the constant, and they have added a few agents, one nerdy guy (computer geek – played by Sean Murray), and one “hot” woman (two so far, played by Sasha Alexander and now Cote de Pablo). The interplay between the “woman” and the chauvinist DiNozzo is entertaining.

    However, two of the other characters are the reasons that I keep watching. The Medical Examiner, an english doctor named “Ducky”, who is a pontificating, lecture prone, story teller.

    The other, is my favorite, the character of Abby Sciuto, played by Pauley Perette. The forensics scientist, she is a bad ass, goth dressing, tattooed, caffeine hooked, great music listening bombshell. Yeah, I have a little crush on her. Partly, I see an early version of myself. I started my career as an analytical chemist, working with all sorts of killer instruments (that is how I started my life, and I miss playing with the instruments).

    I am not sure I will make it through all 12 seasons, but for now it is good fun to watch.

  • Night out – Shinjuku

    Night out – Shinjuku

    While I forgot to carry my phone last night (and with it, a camera) you will have to live with a text only post today. Perhaps my partner in crime will send me the snaps he took. If so, I will augment.

    Having had a brutally busy week at JASIS, Saturday started a bit stressful. I put my head down in the morning knowing that I had to get caught up with email, and to prepare my training for our rep this week.

    About 11:30 I felt “done” and did a little foray as documented yesterday that lead to some incredible baked goods, and music to take home. My colleague took a different path and left early to take in the Tsukiji fish market (the largest in the world), and to buy some Japanese knives, so he was well covered.

    After a bit of resting in the afternoon, we connected to have a drink in the Executive Lounge before heading out. Our destination tonight was to get good Shabu-Shabu, and then to check out the rabbit warren like district near the Shinjuku station.

    Mission 1 – Shabu-Shabu

    A little google searching of the region near the train station turned up a fabulous place with plenty of rave reviews on Trip Advisor. Kisoji Shinjuku The one caveat was that it was not well marked, and on the 5th floor of this very narrow building.

    Fortunately, many reviewers had put in helpful landmarks to get your bearings, which greatly improved our chances of finding it.

    We found the place, and took the lift to the 5th floor. Immediately we knew we found the right place. We got there about 7:30 on a Saturday evening, so it was still “early” for Tokyo, but the wait was only about 10 minutes.

    English menus were proffered, and greatly appreciated. We ordered 2 orders of the mid range beef. (more on this later) and all the goodies that go with it. Beers as well.

    In just a few minutes, the server (dressed in an impeccable kimono and polite to a fault) brought the appetizer and the “pot”. Shabu Shabu is cooked at the table, in a pot, there are vegetables and tofu to add to the pot, including enoki mushrooms, cabbage, spring onions, seaweed (two types), and lotus. The beef? Well, it was well marbled, sliced very thin, and absolutely scrumptious.

    Two dipping sauces, a sesame sauce that I preferred, while my partner in crime opted for the Ponzu sauce. Naturally there were add-ins for this to enhance the flavors.

    We did order a single “extra” plate of the top shelf beef. A little better marbling, a little less excess fat, but not worth the extra 20% in price.

    Verdict: – Fabulous dinner, and not over the guidelines for expenses by the company. Bonus points.

    Mission 2 – Golden Goi District

    My colleague had done his homework well, and wanted to go to this little area near Shinjuku station that has probably 200 bars. Some are themed, some have karaoke, those with signs in english usually had some skills. Not exactly an expat hangout, but it is friendly.

    These bars are tiny. Often 4 or 6 seats, no tables, so you do a little walking around to find one with room. We found one that had some good karaoke, and it had room so in we went.

    Our host was Sachi, a very pleasant young lady (amazing how often I use that term now that I am officially an old fart). Beer for my colleague and bourbon and cola for me.

    Very informal place, we made friends with the two other patrons as well as with Sachi. Some badly done karaoke (I truly can’t carry a tune), and several drinks later we exited at 1:00 AM, and walked back to the Hotel.

    During the conversations with Sachi (who is a budding actress when she isn’t serving inebriates) it was learned that most of these places don’t open until 8:00PM, and often are open until 5:00AM.

    Verdict: – a fun evening, an experience, and something to keep in the pocket for future visits.

  • Feeling Human Again – Finally

    Last Sunday, I set out on what was supposed to be a modest hike. Almost 3.5 hours later, and a ton of climbing and descending, I was back at home. Tired, sore, miserable and with crippling blisters rising on my feet. Ugh, I had gotten out of shape.

    After rehydrating, and a fitful sleep (you know, where you are too tired to actually rest and sleep), the lactic acid monster set in. AKA Delayed onset muscle soreness. Bad. Really really bad. Climbing the stairs at work was about 5 minutes of agony. Getting in and out of my car was an ordeal. My blisters on my little toes made putting shoes on agonizing.

    Even 3 ibuprofen, 4x a day barely took the edge off.

    Today, Thursday, I finally feel human again. The blisters are less tender. The muscles have some residual soreness, but it is tolerable, and I did the first walk around the campus at lunch (2.4 miles, two loops).

    Just in time to bicycle this coming weekend. Woo hoo!

  • Seen in Silicon Valley – Mystery Spot

    Seen in Silicon Valley – Mystery Spot

    More in the things found in Silicon Valley. This isn’t as mundane as a Mercedes with a lawnmower in the trunk. Nope, this is about the Tourist Trap, AKA The Mystery Spot.

    kome_packWhy am I bringing it up? Mainly because there are so damn many of their bumper stickers everywhere. I swear every third car has a “Mystery Spot” decal. More than used to have the iconic KOME 98.5 decals back in the day

    The attraction is a “house” built in Santa Cruz where it “appears” that the laws of physics has been suspended. Balls roll uphill, you can’t stand perpendicular to the floor, yada yada.

    Of course they offer some ridiculous explanations of the phenomenon. From their website, they claim that there is a circular magnetic anomaly, 150 feet in diameter that affects the local gravity. Of course this is malarky. The physicist in me doesn’t need to calculate the mass of such an anomaly to know that it would have to be neutron star density. But it plays well to the rubes.

    bumper stiskerReality is that the house is built on a hill, and thus is slanted 20 degrees from normal, while carefully modifying the perspectives so that the brain is confused by the eye. The human mind wants to find horizons and levels, and will use the clues of the structure to build this, even if they are way out of what we would consider normal.

    A thorough debunking was done in the 1990’s by a psychologist at UC Berkeley.

    Of course, that hasn’t quenched the popularity one iota, and you see shitloads of Mystery Spot decals.

    (Side note: It is damn sad that the KOME decals sell for $12 on FleaBay)

  • Seen in Silicon Valley

    Seen in Silicon Valley

    One thing about moving back to the bay area has been an adjustment. I left in 2003, and things were weird then. However, the 11 years I was gone has led to a watershed of oddity. This is the first in a series of things I see on the roads here.

    Entry #1, a green Mercedes E320, with yard work tools hanging out of the trunk. A gas lawn mower wedged in the trunk. Inside the car was a string trimmer, and other tools.

    Only in Silicon Valley is a Mercedes a car for a landscaper to travel around in.

  • Damn you Netflix – Death in Paradise

    Damn you Netflix – Death in Paradise

    Trying to avoid opening the work laptop yesterday, I was browsing Netflix, and one of their recommendations just popped under my remote. Death in Paradise, a BBC detective show.

    The premise is somewhat weak, the pilot showed a police officer in Sainte Marie (Martinique in the Carribean) was killed with some unusual circumstances. An inspector from Scotland Yard is sent over to solve the case.

    So you are on an island in paradise, with a classic British person (full suit, tie, etc).

    Now I am frickin’ hooked. Catchy themes, always with a twist, and enough humor and interplay between the cast. Fun.

    The stiff english gentleman, the island girl detective, two worlds collide. Makes me want to sell everything and move to Martinique.

    Now I have three seasons to watch.

    Thanks Obama.

  • Got Called a Hipster

    In a discussion on slashdot about the Apple Watch, where the consensus was that it was a product looking for a solution, and that there weren’t any compelling applications for it.

    The comment that I offered as a valid use case was as a remote display of the exercise statistics while cycling. When I ride, I wear a heart rate monitor, have a speed and cadence sensor, and use my iPhone to track my statistics. I mentioned that I leave my phone in the jersey back pocket, where I have to stop and fish it out to see my progress. While there is a remote that mounts to the bar, many cyclists report that it sucks. So a watch is a good option.

    I mentioned that I was considering buying an Apple watch for this purpose. (note to Babs: I am not buying one, just considering it.)

    The attacks were swift, and brutal. I was called a hipster. People couldn’t understand that a cycling jersey has pouch like pockets in the back for things like tubes, powerbars, spares, etc.

    The fact that I have two bikes was another point of attack. Apparently, neck-beards living in their mother’s basement can’t understand why a good road bike and mountain bike would be desirable to have.

    I clearly am concerned about my image, as that is the only reason why I have an iPhone (over a vastly superior Android phone), and would consider spending $350 for a watch.

    Yeah, that describes me to a T.  NOT.

    For the record, I have two good bikes. Not great bikes. I ride semi seriously (60+ miles a week), but being a heart attack survivor, it is important to monitor my heart rate, and power output.

    I am not a hipster, I mean, I can’t stand to listen to Arcade Fire, I don’t eat macrobiotic burritos, and I don’t have a goatee.