South By Southeast
Well it's less than 24 hours away. The Road-Trip to Bristol Tennessee. We will be going in style, taking Rich's parents Motorhome to Shadrack's campground where we have always stayed for these Races. This year we are happy to announce that we are honored to have as our "all expenses paid" guest David Andrichik. Rich and I convinced about 40 of David's friends to contribute to the ticket, campsite, food and fuel costs of Davids part of this trip. David is well known as the generous host of so many events and special occasions for all his regular Chatterbox customers and friends and it was only right the we as a collective group reward David for his altruistic generosity. We hope to be pulling out of the Driveway at Rich's at 6:00 AM Friday morning, and will be returning before sunset on Monday. Those of you on facebook can follow "The wacky hijinx of this unlikely band of misfits as they venture into NASCAR country in search of racing fun." I used to read a lot of TV Guide synopsis' I think I could write them too. On facebook go to "David's
Excellent Adventure" We have tried to convince David to keep a journal of any and all aspects of our extended weekend. Mike Wilson and I may weigh in a time or two as well so check the group often.
Well I have been getting ready and now I have to get gone. Once more into the Breech (luckily for all concerned I am wearing my breeches).
Wish us luck, fun and dry warm weather.
Chuck Pace ©2009
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Excellent Adventure" We have tried to convince David to keep a journal of any and all aspects of our extended weekend. Mike Wilson and I may weigh in a time or two as well so check the group often.
Well I have been getting ready and now I have to get gone. Once more into the Breech (luckily for all concerned I am wearing my breeches).
Wish us luck, fun and dry warm weather.
Chuck Pace ©2009
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Axis of Activities
03/18/09 07:23 AM | Projectile | Permalink
The weather outside was wonderful. The onboard computer in the Convertible said 77° (which means it was 74°
, the stars were aligned just right and most of the crazies were elsewhere where the beers were green. I was driving home on the surface streets enjoying the open air. Jenni was already home haven left earlier and driving the truck. I pulled over at Post and Washington Streets to text a one word message. "Food"
Jenni knows what food means, she knows that I'm in the car, she knows. I sat looking at the Nails place and the Church's Fried Chicken place waiting for a minute or two to see what her response might be. Late in coming I lifted iPhone to ear after hitting the call button that would magically find Jenni among the 5 billion plus peeps on terra firma. The thing buzzed in my ear revealing that a message had been replied, just then her phone rang too so I deemed not to read but to hear the dulcet golden tones from her throat.
"I sent a message back, said why don't you come get me and we will go for a top down drive to food."
I did, we did. We tossed around some ideas then nothing came to pass. We started heading towards Greenfield, when I thought Pendleton Pike. I thought it loud enough that Jenni said sure, so it was up German Church to 67.
She said, "I don't know."
I said, "I'm looking."
She said , "Chinese" which actually encompassed all oriental cuisine.
We headed back toward the city on 67 (Pendleton Pike) until just at Post Road I pulled into the little strip mall where Hisago is. #% minutes later we were full and happy, then it was drive home time.
Hisago: Right top Jenni's Beef and Noodles, Bottom: My Shrimp Teriyaki
After returning home I once again donned breathing mask and work shirt and resumed sanding the hood of the Blue Frankenstein Bimmer, One or two more rough patches and it will be ready for primer. I've been advised to take Blue to a professional for the final paints. I probably will. It is coming along nicely, the new grill looks better now that there is a replacement bumper in place with the rubber trim elements, and before long that paint will really revitalize the old gal. Here's to manual labor and cheap nights away form the amateur night loonies.
Three Quarter view in the bay at home. (Hey you are getting a deal I charged the neighbors a dollar)
Looking in.
Detail, just abstract enough to make an old art student ponder .
Chuck Pace ©2009
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, the stars were aligned just right and most of the crazies were elsewhere where the beers were green. I was driving home on the surface streets enjoying the open air. Jenni was already home haven left earlier and driving the truck. I pulled over at Post and Washington Streets to text a one word message. "Food"Jenni knows what food means, she knows that I'm in the car, she knows. I sat looking at the Nails place and the Church's Fried Chicken place waiting for a minute or two to see what her response might be. Late in coming I lifted iPhone to ear after hitting the call button that would magically find Jenni among the 5 billion plus peeps on terra firma. The thing buzzed in my ear revealing that a message had been replied, just then her phone rang too so I deemed not to read but to hear the dulcet golden tones from her throat.
"I sent a message back, said why don't you come get me and we will go for a top down drive to food."
I did, we did. We tossed around some ideas then nothing came to pass. We started heading towards Greenfield, when I thought Pendleton Pike. I thought it loud enough that Jenni said sure, so it was up German Church to 67.
She said, "I don't know."
I said, "I'm looking."
She said , "Chinese" which actually encompassed all oriental cuisine.
We headed back toward the city on 67 (Pendleton Pike) until just at Post Road I pulled into the little strip mall where Hisago is. #% minutes later we were full and happy, then it was drive home time.
Hisago: Right top Jenni's Beef and Noodles, Bottom: My Shrimp Teriyaki
After returning home I once again donned breathing mask and work shirt and resumed sanding the hood of the Blue Frankenstein Bimmer, One or two more rough patches and it will be ready for primer. I've been advised to take Blue to a professional for the final paints. I probably will. It is coming along nicely, the new grill looks better now that there is a replacement bumper in place with the rubber trim elements, and before long that paint will really revitalize the old gal. Here's to manual labor and cheap nights away form the amateur night loonies.
Three Quarter view in the bay at home. (Hey you are getting a deal I charged the neighbors a dollar)
Looking in.
Detail, just abstract enough to make an old art student ponder .
Chuck Pace ©2009
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Our Hours Change
Times are getting tougher, our change is arriving just as hour change arrives. Yesterday started an hour earlier by the biological clock that governs my system. Today my work week starts 15 minutes later due to the financial system that governs my freedom. In an effort to avoid payroll problems, the store is having its employees come in 15 minutes later each day. Other cutbacks will be made too to eliminate over-time. This is on the personal level. Without overtime, which has been about 20% of my take-home for two decades, it is all going to be personal.
On a larger scale.
Many personal habits will be affected, lifestyles will change. More lunches from home means less revenues for restaurants in the downtown area. Higher cost of survival will mean less disposable income. The taken for granted niceties, will be replaced by the necessities. Jobs will be lost, taxpayer bases will dwindle, the 40 something percent of wage earners that actually contribute into the system will dwindle and true tax revenues will fall.
When you first go on a diet the body will actually start storing more reserves in fat. As the calorie intake goes down, the internal government that is biological thinks the body is starving, that the system is going to starve and thus tries to fill it's reserve banks. Eventually the system feeds off itself as the change in intake has to be regulated by the stored reserves and the body gets leaner. This is only desirable when it is a choice and an option. Sickness can show much more rapid changes in body mass, an inability to sustain the intake body, and a lack of usable reserves and the body will feed off itself, eventually shutting down systems in order to keep the brain and heart alive. Then there is collapse, coma, catatonia and eventual death.
You can't borrow food from the future to eat it now, you can't borrow money from the future to pay for programs that are already failing now. You can't create jobs without having capital and you can't get capital by devaluing the dollar printing more money or borrowing from the uncertain future.
Now go out and have a great day. I dare you.
Chuck Pace ©2009
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On a larger scale.
Many personal habits will be affected, lifestyles will change. More lunches from home means less revenues for restaurants in the downtown area. Higher cost of survival will mean less disposable income. The taken for granted niceties, will be replaced by the necessities. Jobs will be lost, taxpayer bases will dwindle, the 40 something percent of wage earners that actually contribute into the system will dwindle and true tax revenues will fall.
When you first go on a diet the body will actually start storing more reserves in fat. As the calorie intake goes down, the internal government that is biological thinks the body is starving, that the system is going to starve and thus tries to fill it's reserve banks. Eventually the system feeds off itself as the change in intake has to be regulated by the stored reserves and the body gets leaner. This is only desirable when it is a choice and an option. Sickness can show much more rapid changes in body mass, an inability to sustain the intake body, and a lack of usable reserves and the body will feed off itself, eventually shutting down systems in order to keep the brain and heart alive. Then there is collapse, coma, catatonia and eventual death.
You can't borrow food from the future to eat it now, you can't borrow money from the future to pay for programs that are already failing now. You can't create jobs without having capital and you can't get capital by devaluing the dollar printing more money or borrowing from the uncertain future.
Now go out and have a great day. I dare you.
Chuck Pace ©2009
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The Two Day Pass
03/08/09 11:01 AM | Projectile | Permalink
Like Pavlov's pups I pounced from the pillows with pre-sunrise precision. A response conditioned to be sure. I work every other Saturday, and so the body electric sang at the normal starting gun's conditioned percussion (even though the alarm was off). I woke and decided it was to be a day of achievements. The month before Good Friday is surely a good Saturday morning to get things done. Mentally I made a list of the key tasks awaiting me.
Rumors of rain ran rampant in the reportage of regional relevance, regardless the day, the morning and it's sky were clear and beckoning.
The convertible had been longing for a day like Saturday. I had been longing for a day like Saturday too. One of the curses of throwing out bread crumbs and filling feeders for the winter birds is that they like to stay close enough to anoint the vehicles in the driveway. That being said the 'Vert was indeed truly blessed. With mid 60's weather at 8:00AM and expected highs of 75° I decided it was spa time for my girl. There is a coin operated car wash over by the All*Star Bowl where I bowl, and I figured at this, the earliest of times I could get a bay and give the old gal a sponge bath and all over massage and even a wax treatment. Quarters flowed like whiskey on St. Paddy's day and before you know it she had that sparkle in her eye again. With two lint free towels I stroked her curves and long straight bits, caressed her hips and patted her trunk, then it was time to get her drop her top and apply suction to her inside reaches. By the time the task was done I was wet and sweating and she had a glowing shine outside and in. The ride home was glorious, the air cool and dried me as fellow convertible drivers raised their hands in recognition and praise as I wheeled home.
Later with the 'Vert begging to show off her moves Jenni and I took a micro-safari to photograph three mid-century homes on the far east side of Marion and Far west side of Hancock counties. In the process we found a fourth but I didn't want to drive far enough to play "bridge."
Four Mid-Century houses on the far east of Indy. Chuck Pace © 2009
Photos captured, we made our return to the World HQ, where garage work awaited me. Any "normal person" knows a garage in the winter will collect the most unsavory items just waiting for a spring cleaning. I'm sure Felix Unger and Martha Stewart can eat off of their garage floors, but I'm just not that fastidious in the parking salon of the World Headquarters. After 4 hours of garage attention it looked like I had spend a decent half hour at my labors, so it was time to come in and watch "28 days later" on blu-ray DVD in the home theatre area of the mess I call home.
Later that same night I was back in Meredith's old room in the continuing deconstruction of the wall application that was never finished, removing wall paper and glue from the areas not finished, and building a considerable ache in the favored right arm for all things physical. After midnight I didn't let it all hang out, I leave that to the likes of J.J. Cale and Eric Clapton. I didn't need to know what it was all about, my aspirations leaned more to aspirins or Rapid Release Gels and a bed to toss and flop around in until all hours of the burgeoning new day. I woke up an hour later than usual; but only because Time Bandits had entered through the closet well of infinity and moved the hands. Still I felt slothenly for allowing time to get away from me, even in a theoretical reckoning of such, but there's no time to go about that.
Hope you enjoyed my return to this blog. Sorry for the 16 day hiatus, I did start two posts 10 days back but never got to the end of them (regardless I have posted today one of those 2/26/09 partials). I have many excuses for this delinquent behavior, but they are in the end still just excuses.
Chuck Pace ©2009
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Rumors of rain ran rampant in the reportage of regional relevance, regardless the day, the morning and it's sky were clear and beckoning.
The convertible had been longing for a day like Saturday. I had been longing for a day like Saturday too. One of the curses of throwing out bread crumbs and filling feeders for the winter birds is that they like to stay close enough to anoint the vehicles in the driveway. That being said the 'Vert was indeed truly blessed. With mid 60's weather at 8:00AM and expected highs of 75° I decided it was spa time for my girl. There is a coin operated car wash over by the All*Star Bowl where I bowl, and I figured at this, the earliest of times I could get a bay and give the old gal a sponge bath and all over massage and even a wax treatment. Quarters flowed like whiskey on St. Paddy's day and before you know it she had that sparkle in her eye again. With two lint free towels I stroked her curves and long straight bits, caressed her hips and patted her trunk, then it was time to get her drop her top and apply suction to her inside reaches. By the time the task was done I was wet and sweating and she had a glowing shine outside and in. The ride home was glorious, the air cool and dried me as fellow convertible drivers raised their hands in recognition and praise as I wheeled home.
Later with the 'Vert begging to show off her moves Jenni and I took a micro-safari to photograph three mid-century homes on the far east side of Marion and Far west side of Hancock counties. In the process we found a fourth but I didn't want to drive far enough to play "bridge."
Four Mid-Century houses on the far east of Indy. Chuck Pace © 2009
Photos captured, we made our return to the World HQ, where garage work awaited me. Any "normal person" knows a garage in the winter will collect the most unsavory items just waiting for a spring cleaning. I'm sure Felix Unger and Martha Stewart can eat off of their garage floors, but I'm just not that fastidious in the parking salon of the World Headquarters. After 4 hours of garage attention it looked like I had spend a decent half hour at my labors, so it was time to come in and watch "28 days later" on blu-ray DVD in the home theatre area of the mess I call home.
Later that same night I was back in Meredith's old room in the continuing deconstruction of the wall application that was never finished, removing wall paper and glue from the areas not finished, and building a considerable ache in the favored right arm for all things physical. After midnight I didn't let it all hang out, I leave that to the likes of J.J. Cale and Eric Clapton. I didn't need to know what it was all about, my aspirations leaned more to aspirins or Rapid Release Gels and a bed to toss and flop around in until all hours of the burgeoning new day. I woke up an hour later than usual; but only because Time Bandits had entered through the closet well of infinity and moved the hands. Still I felt slothenly for allowing time to get away from me, even in a theoretical reckoning of such, but there's no time to go about that.
Hope you enjoyed my return to this blog. Sorry for the 16 day hiatus, I did start two posts 10 days back but never got to the end of them (regardless I have posted today one of those 2/26/09 partials). I have many excuses for this delinquent behavior, but they are in the end still just excuses.
Chuck Pace ©2009
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