riding on

There are some days when you get on your motorcycle and as you sit, you feel a ‘click,’ a noticeable change and you settle down, lean forward, put your hands on the grips and start the bike. Kickstand up, roll throttle slowly on, feet up and off you go. The road rolls under you in a comfortable rhythm and a peace settles in; all is right with your world.

I am tired. Physically pooped. Running around Friday evening, staying up way past my bedtime and not getting near enough sleep to feel recuperated in the slightest Saturday morning did not make me want to do anything except lie around and watch movies all day..

Coffee does not break through the morning haze.
But it’s time to ride.

Jacket on, helmet in hand, keys.
Pack the tank bag and make sure water is in there.
It’s 10° above normal at a painful 107° and a day of motoring around greater Phoenix-land is planned.

By the time I get to my friend’s garage, I’m sticking to my perf jacket. I peel myself out of my gear and set it on the bike, hoping that the jacket will protect the seat from getting to that ass-burning temperature.
But no time for socializing! It’s kickstands up and off we go!

The event is rather uneventful. I sit on some shiny bikes, drool over the newest latest and greatest, fall in love three or four times. We leave to return to the garage and tend to a misbehaving front brake.

Sorry about your front brake! See you soon!

And then there were three.

Have a good dinner! See you soon!

And then there were two.

And the two are off for a late afternoon Bartlett Lake ride.
Two worn out riders make their way through the desert heat to meet an Irishman.

The Bartlett Lake ride is quite nice. Full of long sweepers, with some slower corners and a lot of shrubbery trying to confuse you at corner apexes. Unfortunately, we have an escort for much of the ride, so are forced to behave like responsible adults. The ride through the hills is lovely with the saguaro standing at attention on the hillsides. We park at the boat launch and sit for some time at the lake edge. The water is still warm enough for a swim and there are campers with tents and a fire enjoying the early evening.

With nightfall approaching, we straddle our bikes once again and head back through the mountains.
The sun is just settling below the horizon and as we ride the sky changes from robin’s egg blue to pastel shades of pinks and purples and oranges and yellows. The saguaros and mesquites are silhouetted against the twilight sky.
We ride smoothly on.
And all is right with the world.


If I can successfully study and do practice tests during the noisy and interruptions at work, I can defintiely ace my tests in the classroom.

We have a paper and two pre-quizzes due in two days, plus two exams in class that day.
Then another test in class on Friday!

That said, I’m having a blast. I love what I’m learning and it’s actually a pleasure to study.
Never thought I’d say that.

It is difficult, however, to study and have an active social life. I’m finding that with this intensive course, I really have to schedule my time well. I’ve got some social things that I love to do (and keep me sane) and some people that are important to me that I want to make sure to spend time with… but school comes first no matter what. So, everything gets scheduled. I am enjoying being busy though. I always find that I’m most productive and creative when I’m busy. No time for slothing, no time for procrastination.

That said… back to studying!

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geek humor

I’m on a local Linux listserve (PLUG)
Some people get into Linux because of the philosophy (FOSS), some people get into it because of the Penguin. Regardless of the reason, it’s great that more folks are getting into Linux.

Today, one of the folks on the list did an update. Here is what happened and the song that ensued:
(thank you Jim March for letting me repost this here! Jim is a founding member of the board of directors at blackboxvoting.org )

” Some auto-updates broke x bigtime. Updates that repair the situation
are in the pipeline now and there’s pages and pages of screaming going
on in ubuntuforums.org.

So I wrote an “unborking guide” with some humor thrown in:


To the tune of “American Pie”:

A long, long time ago
Just last night in fact,
How my compiz desktop made me smile
And I knew if I had my way
That I could make Steve Balmer pray
And, maybe, he’d go FOSS, for just a while.
But today’s update made me freak
As X would die with a horrid shriek
Bad news on the desktop;
My computer was a doorstop
I couldn’t figure out what died
Or why my graphics card felt fried,
As if the update process lied,
The day Ubuuuuuuuuntu died.
So bye, bye to my work for the day,
Tried some hashes and some thrashes
but the boot was just nay
And ubuntuforum was all choked up and gray
singing “this has gotta be the day Karmic died” “