Year: 2009

I found this awesome family photo:

And now I can’t help but think about how I could get a t-shirt that says

JEFF
The man. The myth.
The legend.

(Oh, and the rest of the ensemble for Laralee and the kids.)

We ran the Longmont Sunrise Stampede today. It’s only two miles, so we finished in around 20 minutes. No biggie, but still a good time.

And it got me out of bed early– we were finished and I’d showered and dressed for the day by the time I would normally just be rolling out of bed!

Thom sent me a link to some old ads (circa 1930). Apparently people were much more blunt back in the Olden Days…

… and honestly, a little creepy. “Tingling pleasantly all over” indeed.

Fark had a Photoshop contest where they asked people to submit music album covers redesigned as advertisements.

This was far and away my favorite.

“We are continually faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as insoluble problems.”

— John Gardner

The summer ultimate league starts next week, which is always a good time. The league draft is Tuesday, and for the sixth time I’ll be a captain. It’s always fun to captain a team, although it means quite a bit more work on and off the field. Last year I grabbed a co-captain for the first time– my friend Michael was gracious enough to help me– and it turned out well. Michael’s a great guy, and it was good to have someone who could help run practices, or just be at the practice when I couldn’t for some reason. Plus I felt like I didn’t have to make all of the decisions (white or dark? pull or receive? this endzone or that one? hard cap in five minutes or ten?).

So this summer I’ll be co-captaining with my longtime friend Brenda, who is not only a stellar ultimate player but also about three metric tons of fun mushed into a small woman’s body. I met her during my first official season in the Boulder league, ten years ago, and I’m really excited to work with her this time around.

One key component– often overlooked when drafting teams for the league– is the ability to write cheers. After every game, each team comes up with an original, spontaneous cheer to yell (or sometimes sing) to the other team. It’s a great way to promote spirit and fun after a hard-fought game, and a grand tradition. And Brenda is without a doubt the best cheer writer this county has ever seen. (I could easily find a hundred people who play in the league who would back me up on that statement.) The stuff she comes up with– mostly hilarious spoofs on well-known songs– is amazing. Since part of the overall scorekeeping for the league is “team spirit” we’ve already got a leg up on the competition.

So bring on those lazy summer nights, playing on nice warm grass as the sun sets over the mountains. I can’t wait.

Today I ran the second annual Memorial Day Mixer for the Boulder ultimate league. Last year we had cold, drizzly rain all day; this year it threatened (and in fact we had about half an hour of rain) but overall the weather was great. Clouds rolled in over the foothills and the sky was grey all day, but that kept it cooler and there wasn’t much wind.

Earlier this morning Laralee and Alex ran the 10-km Bolder Boulder in a respectable time of 1:12. I played ultimate for four hours, and assuming I was only actually running roughly 60% of the time, that’s about two and a half hours of running– possibly the equivalent of 25 km. (In past years I always ran the Bolder Boulder in less than an hour.) Whew!

A good time for all, and a chance to see old friends from the Boulder ultimate crowd who I don’t usually see until summer league starts. And that’s in a couple of weeks, so I’m looking forward to it.

I suspect I’ll sleep pretty well tonight…

Fourteen years ago I bought a used Pioneer receiver/cassette deck and a twelve-disc CD changer. I still remember the salesperson asking me if I wanted to extend my warranty, because the standard one-year deal probably wouldn’t be enough. Of course I refused (does anyone actually buy the extended warranties?) even though he gave me a bunch of reasons why I was being an idiot, such as “With a used unit like this, you’ll need to clean the CD player laser lens at least every six months, and the warranty will cover it.”

Fourteen years have passed with nary a problem. I’ve never cleaned the laser lens, and when I totaled the car the CD deck was actually torn from its mounting brackets in the trunk and thrown around a bit, but when I bought another car I had it installed again and it worked just fine. The only problem is it skips when I careen across a railroad track at fifty miles an hour, but I think that’s probably reasonable.

Kudos to Pioneer for making a CD player that could, apparently, weather Armageddon without much problem.

Still, stocking twelve CD’s in my trunk has grown tiresome, and I thought it might be time to join the Digital Age (which may be renamed to The iPod Age, from what I hear). I have my iPod Shuffle— which I love– and I figured I should hack my car stereo so I could play tunes from it.

Unfortunately when they built my stereo (1994) the iPod wasn’t even a hazy dream in Steve Jobs’ head, so there’s no nifty jack or plug or whatever. Taking a page from Thom’s playbook, I dug up my old cassette tape adapter. It was buried in the back of the closet in a box of old electronics; I suspect the last time it was actually used was when I had my trust Sony Discman in the Nissan (circa 1994). But hey presto, it still works! Kudos to Sony.

With a bit of creative disassembly of my dash, I was able to set up a place where I can mount my iPod above the deck (ahh, the magic of Velcro!) and run a wire to the tape.

The funny thing is there are three “buttons” on the top of my dash, but only one of them actually does anything (rear window defrost). One of them is for fog lamps– which I don’t have– and the other is for… well, I don’t actually know. Probably rocket boosters or an ejection seat. So it didn’t hurt anything to yank one of the buttons and replace it with the Shuffle, which just happens to be exactly the same size.

Ahh, now I can load up the iPod and jam in the car. Isn’t technology great?

As I’m working today I’ve cranked a bunch of old 80’s rock, and a couple of classic Bon Jovi songs popped into my playlist. What a riot.

Truly a classic album, although back in the day it was Thom who listened to Bon Jovi, and I sort of tolerated him. Over time the songs grew on me, I guess, because even now, twenty years later, I still know all of the words.

A random comment from a site talking about Slippery When Wet:

Yes, like this guy, I had a Members Only jacket. Rock on.

Happy 57th birthday, Mr. T!