þÿ<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> <html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> <meta name="generator" content="RapidWeaver" /> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../styles.css" /><style type="text/css" media="all"></style><script type="text/javascript" src="../javascript.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript"></script> <title>Aug 2007</title> </head> <body class="blog-archive-background"> <div class="blog-archive-headings-wrapper"> <div class="blog-archive-month">Aug 2007</div> <div class="blog-archive-link"><a href="../index.html">Thoughtpukes </a> | <a href="archive-8.html">Sep 2007</a> | <a href="archive-6.html">Jul 2007</a></div> </div> <div class="blog-archive-entries-wrapper"> <div id="unique-entry-id-111" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">More Bounty from Nature</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/31/07 07:22 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-3.html">Toil It</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="8f45f618f213d73c35c2123e8b3dab33-111.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Thurdsy pickins" width="542" height="310" src="page11_blog_entry111_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="color:#131213;"><em>L to R: </em></span><span style="color:#962c1c;"><em>Habenero,</em></span><span style="color:#3d5436;"><em>Anaheim</em></span><span style="color:#131213;"><em>,</em></span><span style="color:#671312;"><em>Cherry Pepper, A string of Cayennes</em></span><span style="color:#131213;"><em>, </em></span><span style="color:#263910;"><em>Jalap&eacute;no</em></span><span style="color:#131213;"><em>, </em></span><span style="color:#6c1412;"><em>Beef master and Cherry tomatoes,</em></span><span style="color:#131213;"><em> </em></span><span style="color:#887c61;"><em>Eggplants</em></span><span style="color:#131213;"><em> </em></span><span style="color:#694f1b;"><em>and Squash<br /></em></span><span style="color:#131213;"><em> </em></span><span style="color:#131213;">So it turns out that not all anaheim peppers are just slightly</span><span style="color:#bc2b28;"> warm. </span><span style="color:#131213;">Last night after I collected the beautiful garden harvest above I did what I've done a dozen times before. I picked a decent size anaheim pepper and ate it whole.</span><span style="color:#bc2b28;"> It was hotter than the jalap&eacute;nos! My lips were numb, and it felt like someone had cut the connection point of the underside of my tongue with a red-hot rusty dull serrated knife. </span><span style="color:#131313;">So it is either the late harvesting, or the change in the weather in the last few days that has brought about this transformation in the garden of herbly delights. Time is not my friend today and I must go now, having slept through all my alarms and only awakened by the missus coming out of the shower and dropping the 80lb. version of </span><span style="color:#131313;"><em>The Deathly Hallows</em></span><span style="color:#131313;"> on the foot of the bed.<br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#bc2b28;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#bc2b28;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#bc2b28;"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08317');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08317');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08317);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08317'); </script></a></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-110" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Oliver South</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/30/07 07:01 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="86f43598cd6fbe3ac37adcb16f00a3a1-110.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="re-tired" width="532" height="304" src="page11_blog_entry110_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Retired and back to work, all in the same day. Chuck Pace &copy;2007</em></span><br />Tuesday I got the Madchen back on the road with repairs reimbursed and new tire on the front where there was damage and despair (not da spare) before. So, yesterday Jenni and I had plans to tool to the park with basket of picnic in tow. Jenni had a senior moment and came to Roberts almost an hour early, I couldn't leave then so I got to keep my pic-a-nic basket Ranger Smith, and ate alone in the parking lot at work instead. Later, but still yesterday, at the Chatterbox was the winer shoot-out (we made that on time) with wines from Washington State, Italy and Germany going head to head with Indiana's own Oliver winery. I am sad to admit that I liked them ferner wines on two of the three styles better than the Oliver. For me the sole winning O' face off offering was the first one, their Riesling which recently won a gold medal in a more educated palate playoff. To me I like the wine for how it tastes in my glass, I don't know if having a medal slung around the bottle changes the flavor any but...<br /><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="crocs" width="264" height="202" src="page11_blog_entry110_2.jpg"/></div>Jeff Jeffries made a rare appearance at the Chatterbox, after warning me earlier in the day (at the store) that he had that intention. Travis joined our little party, which also included Mel and Jenni, and we all had to duck a barrage of puns, that luckily ran right off our backs instead of taking flight. Brooks threw a grape at Mr. DiNicola who was not tasting per se' but was Fringe-festing and had popped in before going to see Breathe (he could have stayed I'm sure everyone at the patio continued to breathe the entire evening. Jack Green was there looking more like Jack Dempsey after a title <div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="big-cheese" width="264" height="253" src="page11_blog_entry110_3.jpg"/></div>fight loss. We all have a greater respect for Joan, who will be heard. Jack says he had eye surgery, but like the earlier pun foray, I think he should have ducked. Grill master Dave was once again King Kabob and I must say the chicken was wonderful. The cheese, fruit and veggie plate that is to be used for palate cleansing between wines proved to have Travis' return salvo for Mr. Brooks, a lovely cheddar missile that lodged between shades and ocular orbit and made mirth most merry. Had the instrument blinded Bill I think we would have been less amused, and Brooks would have been lactose lachrymose. Fortunately it was cheek cheese. As Jenni and I left I wondered if Travis had been responsible for Jacks surgery?<br /> Maybe Jack had a cheddar-ectomy, goodness knows Bill "The Big Cheesy" Brooks almost got ChrisWested on the patio by flying cheese planks, Sweet Cheeses he got lucky. My last three shout outs go to Ray Huntington and Sarah (Beanblossom)Huntington, who returned out of breath from Breathe with Travis, and to Chris West who gave me what I thought was a rather stiff Melancholy blue wave hello. <br /><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#bc2b28;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#bc2b28;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#bc2b28;"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08307');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08307');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08307);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08307'); </script></a></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-109" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Flights Most Fancy</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/28/07 06:46 AM <span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="1e1960a8aa905463f6c50fe2463f6165-109.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="B-27" width="532" height="175" src="page11_blog_entry109_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>The Majestic B-24 flys over.</em></span><strong><br /></strong>The Roberts Indy Airshow Experience at Mt. Comfort was a grand affair and a great event. Bruce says we will be back next year. <br />With German, British, Chinese, Russian and American vintage military planes on hand the war-birds from before WWII and after, were wonderful in there restored splendor. Among the bomber group there was a B-17, a rare B-24, a B-25 and a Dive Bomber as well as others. <br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em> </em></span><strong><img class="imageStyle" alt="Fighters" width="532" height="338" src="page11_blog_entry109_2.jpg"/></strong><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br />Fighter Group solo photos.</em></span><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="Oracle" width="532" height="259" src="page11_blog_entry109_3.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Sean Tucker's Ribbon cutting ceremony,<br /></em></span>We were treated to several aerobatic displays throughout the day, I heard I missed a wing walking demonstration, but I saw several biplane stunts each getting more daring than the previous. The cream of the Aerobatic crop was <a href="http://www.oracle.com/cluboracle/teamoracle/index.html" rel="external">Team Oracle's</a> Sean Tucker in his 1100 lb. 410 hp, Red Oracle Extreme biplane (check out the link). <span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="nose2nose" width="532" height="261" src="page11_blog_entry109_4.jpg"/></div><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Blue Angels Nose To Nose at over 450 MPH each. </em></span><strong><br /></strong><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="AngelStack" width="161" height="477" src="page11_blog_entry109_5.jpg"/></div>Sean was talking live to the audience through 7+ G-load climbs and corkscrew spirals, but most impressive was the climb stall and backwards drop like old "Charlie from Texas" used to do it, then there was the ribbons. Suspended handheld just twenty-five feet above the runway were three sets of poles at 750 ft spacings, at 220 mph Sean turned the wings perpendicular to the ground, and sliced the first ribbon, rotated 180&deg; for the next ribbon, then flipped the plane 270&deg; in the opposite direction for the upside down "wheel" cut of the final ribbon. I got one shot (shown above) of the first ribbon just after the cut in front of the Roberts Chalet.<br />After the Oracle came the Finale show from the Blue Angels. Doing precision stunts and timed maneuvers for over 45 minutes. The time just melted away. Each breath taking moment followed by a more incredible one.<br />This is one moment where words alone are totally inadequate, mere words can only fail to describe it. Between three cameras Jenni and I brought home over 400 shots. Jeff Penn and Jason Stewart from Nikon loaned me a D200 DSLR with 70-200 AF-S 2.8 VR lens, and 210 of my photos were done with that amazing equipment. Brian Matsumoto and Mark Stephan from Canon were also on hand loaning camera gear to the over 80 Roberts guests and staff at the Chalet. I got one or two amazing shots including the 2 plane 450mph (each) cross directly over the Chalet. The Two plane "dirty" inverted over each other 250mph pass, and the Stacked pass of the primary 4 planes with wingtips 18 inches over canopies. The final farewell shot of the Angels as they headed back to Indianapolis International signaled the end of the day but not the memories. <br /><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#bc2b28;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#bc2b28;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#bc2b28;"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08287');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08287');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08287);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08287'); </script></a></span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-108" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">That's Bombastic</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/25/07 12:10 PM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-6.html">Compukin'</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="a3165e05309ec173f48157d63c1d238e-108.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="color:#080808;">The car repair saga ends well (so far). The rotor and the brakes were fine, the problem was a missing bolt in the caliper, and since BFM was the last (and only people) to have the tires off except for Tire Barn a month and a half ago, it looks like they left out a bolt or dislodged a keeper or something. I had thought that the problem was in the brake elements but never suspected the caliper (consensus said, warped rotor or broken pads) and after a recommendation from Bob Summers and a referral of sorts from Travis I chose Downtown Car Center on Virginia Ave., one because it is 5 blocks from my work (and two from Jenni's) and two I had no idea that this repair would be so linked to the previous repair. Bob Hiatt from DCC called and said that the caliper had pivoted up and was grabbing the inside of the wheel and causing the problem, also the tire was damaged (from over a block dragging) and he recommended I replace it. The tire has a warranty and is being replaced free of charge on <br />tuesday morning by Tire Barn, and BFM is reimbursing me the DCC charges. So I have one less problem, right?<br />Wrong. After the autostravaganza yesterday, we got home to no Digital cable, internet or Vonage phone service, Now some 18 hours later we still have no Digital cable, internet or Vonage phone. The next door neighbors said their cable was cutting in and out all night too. So without the ability to 'net, I took the laptop to work and typed this post to this point at the Red Eye Cafe with the company of the Missus.<br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="table cats" width="532" height="413" src="page11_blog_entry108_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Hey! Where you been? We've been posing here all night? Chuck Pace &copy;2007</em></span><br /><span style="color:#080808;">After work it was drive time, but I chose to limit my exposure to the interstate, and took a circuitous, meandering route along with the laptop and GPS device and mapped more of my world. I drove by Flux and there in the window (probably caulking) was the lovely DeAnne, I headed up Hosbrook to add more of girl-town to the mapping features, with Connie the Z's abode, Ericka's and Nicci as well. On a roll (albeit, thumping a bit with the bruised Proxes tire) I decided to add the bowling alley, Guy and Maddie's and Kay's addresses to the database, then finally back at home I was welcomed by the cats, the dog and the love of my life, as well as the internet. So again, I have one less problem, right? Right. Tonight Football. Tonight Nascar. Tomorrow Jenni and I will be joining some of my Roberts compatriots at the Mt. Comfort Airport for the Air-show. I am psyched, pumped and jazzed. Tomorrow for sure things will be looking up. 8:15 PM Race Time.<br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#2b2c65;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#2b2c65;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#2b2c65;"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08257');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08257');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08257);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08257'); </script></a></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-107" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">No Harrowing Addiction</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/24/07 06:50 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="a2ae85965cc2a832b23a806265753f87-107.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Lasterday on my day off, I had to drop off the Bimmer at Downtown Car Care Center because the right front brake was grabbing and shaking unfortunately that meant getting the car downtown. The reason I parked her after the most recent 53 miles of use (see post from 8-20) was the possibly warped rotor (society puts so much credence on "normal" behavior, as I do on brake behavior) and scary braking. Scary does begin to describe the drive in. I took 465 to Brookville, to English to avoid major traffic or lots of stops, which turned out to be a wise decision. Once on Brookville I could pace my driving to keep from having to come to a complete stop through most intersections. I had to stop four times total, and that was after I had already veered left to take English Ave. The first was just before Sherman and I put on the emergency flashers and moved over to the right and stopped a quarter block back. The whole car was shaking and the seizing and jarring was telegraphed through the steering wheel fiercely. The noise from up front was like a giant eating boulders. It was hard to get the car to roll for a few hundred feet, the friction was so great on the right corner. The next two stops tested me to the very limits of my nerve. At Southwestern and English after a similar stop (this time in the left lane as the right lane is required to turn onto S.W'ern). As the light changed I gave the car the gas only to find that the right front tire was now locked up and I was skidding it through the intersection, I had no choice but to clear the intersection, then got over to the parking lane and got out shaking quite as much as the car had been. <br /><br />I sat there a few minutes. I got out and checked the tire for damage. I got back in thinking that I could not leave it there, nor could I afford a tow truck (hell, I can't even afford the repair but I have to be able to get to work) I backed up about four feet and the wheel rolled freer so I put it in 1st gear and soldiered on. The next stop was far more harrowing. I got to the Six way intersection at East, Virginia and South and once again had to be in the left lane to turn onto Virginia. When the light changed there were about 50 cars oncoming that needed to clear the intersection befor my left turn. The right tire was again locked up. I tried backing to free it to no avail, the light changed finding me there at the same spot, with the emergency blinkers on cars were moving to the right lane to avoid me, and I tried several times to rock back and forth to break the seized wheel free. After missing another green and yellow light opportunity I decided that it was only a block up, and I would force my will on the Madchen at the next opportunity. The light cycled again, and I had to wait for all the oncoming traffic in the northern hemisphere. By the time I could go it was red, but I went. The left hand turn of 145&deg; was nearly impossible without the outside tire turning, I was able to get onto the most outside lane and drag the car past the new high-rise apartments on the corner before mercifully the wheel broke free enough to drive the final 200 feet, and allow me to turn into the repair center. I saw Travis' V-Dub with hula girl on the dash there in the lot, but once I got in there was no Little Buddy. I turned over the key to Bob Hiatt and walked to the Anthem parking lot to sit and read by the truck until Jenni could leave and take my exhausted and emotionally shaken carcass home. As I walked I saw the aftermath of my dragging the tire through the recently paved far right lane near the condo palace. I do not want to ever repeat an experience like this one, but I do know we make our own luck, and I know how I make mine, so next time it will probably be worse. <br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#2b2c65;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#2b2c65;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#2b2c65;"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08247');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08247');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08247);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08247'); </script></a></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-106" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Harvest Noon</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/23/07 12:03 PM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-3.html">Toil It</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="16bbe49db13bbfa17822dcfacfb9acbc-106.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="peppers" width="532" height="413" src="page11_blog_entry106_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#e53804;"><em> Cayennes, Anaheims, Jalap&eacute;nos, Cherry Tomatoes and one Haben&eacute;ro.Chuck Pace &copy;2007</em></span><br /><br /><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="philpace" width="259" height="194" src="page11_blog_entry106_2.jpg"/></div>It felt good to sleep in a bit. I got up at 9:30. Was outside gathering peppers and tomatoes an hour later. I've been straightening and washing cloths and most of all taking it easy in the heat. By now my parents should be back in Florida, they took a little vacation from retirement for a couple of weeks and visited with Mom's baby brother Jimmie and his family in West Virginia for a week, then headed up to Indiana and my brother Dennis' for another week. Saturday was the mildest day in a very long time and it couldn't have come at better time (between Friday and Sunday?). I had Saturday off they spent the day here. We all spent most of the time outside in the garden, I grilled and entertained and caught up a bit with the folks. I heard stories and such of Uncle Jim's kids, there are so many of them I don't even think I could name them all, two boy and six or seven girls, that I haven't seen since probably 1973 or 74. Mom was showing me pictures and saying this is so and so, and this is Calvin and this is Missy and Neil and Tammy's kids and I'm like wait. Which one is Neil? Tammy has Kids? Who is Calvin. So I got a very remedial acquaintance with my Uncle's family in the two dimension 4x6 sense. Calvin is Aunt Juanita's brother for all of you out there keeping score. <br />As I sit here doing this input thing the sky is alive with sound of jets practicing for the Air show this weekend, but every time I go outside to see if I can get a photo its a no show. <br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="basil-bee" width="542" height="339" src="page11_blog_entry106_3.jpg"/><br />At the top under the header photo is a shot of my dad Phil Pace enjoying the climate in the garden. Directly above one of my gardening assistants checks the quality of the Basil I'm growing for cooking and especially Tomato Pies. Yum. <br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#2c6f1d;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#2c6f1d;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#2c6f1d;"><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08237');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08237');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08237);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08237'); </script></a></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-105" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">GeoMetrie Coal</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/22/07 09:22 PM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-4.html">Gags</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="3512b4df65925cbd03eeeea025518a09-105.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="triangle cat" width="537" height="396" src="page11_blog_entry105_1.jpg"/><strong><br /></strong><strong><em>Triangle Cat</em></strong><em> </em><strong><em>says Doodle Do'doh. Chuck Pace &copy;2007</em></strong><br />So when I'm on the phone with breezy customers I often doodle. One day I brought one of the doodles home, and before you knew it I was daydreaming and doodling triangles and lo' from the inkshes arose a phoenix, no wait not a phoenix, ....<br /><br />...a Saber Toothed Triangle Cat <span style="font:12px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><em>(Obliquess-Obtusses Felis Incisoriuos)</em></span> a hetrodontic doodle mammal from the geometrician age. A stunning example of natures diverse experimental past. There is speculation that these SabreT-Cats were expert fisher-felines and may have been natures first true anglers. The rarest remains found are the LeSabre T-Cats found in the Buicks and Fiords of Western Europe, but imported only a few years <div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Masted-don" width="259" height="367" src="page11_blog_entry105_2.jpg"/></div>because of the scarcity of fossil fuels, they were dying for fuel it turned out a few million years later. The Saber T-Cats were prevalent at the same time as the Masted-Don's, <span style="font:12px Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><em>(Proto-Pachy Brigantinus-Plimsoultus-Mainsalacious)</em></span> the early pre-pachyderm that sailed in the frigate waters with their sloop-ing foreheads and a unique horn-of-plenty and sail-like tufts made entirely of hair. Their demise came with the deforestation of the woodlands; on the open plains (and interstates) where the wind could course unabated they would often topple into the watering holes tusk-first (displacing galleaons of water later used for recreation) and founder, anchored in the ironclad mire. After millions of years of pressure they evolved into coal haulers (a miner inconvenience), golf bags and circus animals, but they are still among the best swimmers in the realm of quadropedic mammals (to the point that they are banned at many resorts and cliff diving communities due to the scarcity of carpet sized beach towels). <br />This is all for todays pre-history lesson. Now, everybody get out your trumpets, except you elephants that is.<br /><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#000000;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('082227');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('082227');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('082227);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('082227'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-104" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Not A Century By Half</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/22/07 06:56 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-3.html">Toil It</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="0e32a798878fcf2e65c6f9b37cf97e1a-104.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">50 years is a milestone in any endeavor. Especially when serving the public and making the community a better place to be, not as a volunteer or an elected person or a even man of cloth, but as a retail outlet. Most businesses that maintain for half a century are either small mom and pop shops, or become parts of larger corporations and lose their identity. Yesterday Roberts Distributors stood on the summit, and looked out and back on 50 years of retail, growth, and investment in itself, its employees and a community. I've been there since just after the 31st anniversary, saw the store go from a catalog showroom entity (like Service Merchandise) to Nationally recognized and respected camera store with connections to nearly all the 'big' players, shooters and imaging professionals out there. From a mom and pop where you could get your film, toaster, luggage and a nice wedding band, to a company where you could get the latest amateur, hobbyist or professional camera gear at competitive prices from a real person with more than just a passing knowledge of the operation and function of the product. Happy Birthday to Roberts. Many more happy anniversaries to come (I won't say returns, as that is a retail no-no).<br /><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#000000;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08227');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08227');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08227);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08227'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-103" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Disappointment With, While Without</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/20/07 07:11 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-3.html">Toil It</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="f11405a9046a9d553cf68dd8d56eb7a0-103.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Argonaught" width="152" height="280" src="page11_blog_entry103_1.jpg"/></div>Forty One. That is the magic number. It looks great next to $389.78. It means about another 170.00. I don't have it. I can get it but it has to come from another part of a budget so full of holes that there will be suffering and added misery. I can't get it soon. But I need to. <br />Forty One is the number of miles I drove the Bimmer after the radiator and strut replacements before another problem reared its ugly head. I feel like Jason of the Argonauts fighting a four headed hydra, struggle to knock out one head and there are still 3 to fight and the sword is getting so heavy. Someone call Ray Harryhousen and tell him to give me a break. The new problem is in the same corner the brake disc is now rubbing in one spot as though severely warped. To the point that it feels like the whole corner is going to seize up and break. If I do the work myself it is about 119.00 for the rotor. and another 40.00 for new pads, with tax that about 170. Then I'll need to bleed (I am bleeding, I'm hemorrhaging actually, but it's green not red. Add 170 to the 389.00 I've already spent to get the struts and cooling and that is an expensive forty-one miles, well I had to drive another 12 miles with the thing seizing grabbing and shuddering on the right side (this applies equally to Jenni in the passenger seat and the disc brake assembly actually) after the brake started its terrorizing me. About $10.57 per mile (not counting fuel) since I picked up the car from BFM.<br />I need an economy car, a leather vest and a sword, and a half dozen argonauts, two eclairs and for glazed please. Well, Jenni is ready to give me a ride in in the truck. Work calls duty calls. But Misery won't hang up for me to answer the other calls. Leave a message I'll get back to you. <br /><span style="font:11px Verdana, serif; color:#664508;">There may be no golden fleece <br />but human riches I'll release<br />oh, my head is spinning like the world <br />and it's filled with beasts I've seen, <br />let me put my bag down <br />and I'll tell you it all right from the start. <br />like the scarlet woman who would pick on the boys<br />she thought were green, and the two faced man <br />who made a hobby of breaking his wife's heart.<br />seems the more I travel, from the foam to gravel, <br />as the nets unravel, all exotic fish <br />I find like jason and the argonauts <br />there may be no golden fleece <br />but human riches I'll release.<br /><br />I was in a land where men force women to hide<br />their facial features, <br />and here in the west it's just the same <br />but they're using make-up veils. <br />I've seen acts of every shade of terrible crime <br />from man-like creatures, and I've had the breath <br />of liars blowing me off course in my sails. <br />seems the more I travel, <br />from the foam to gravel, as the nets unravel, <br />all exotic fish <br />I find like jason and the argonauts <br />there may be no golden fleece <br />but human riches I'll release.<br />I have watched the manimals go buy---buying shoes, <br />buying sweets, buying knives. <br />I have watched the manimals and cried<br />buying time, buying ends to other peoples lives.<br /><br />jason and the argonauts <br />there may be no golden fleece <br />but human riches I'll release.</span><br /><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#000000;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08207');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08207');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('0820);"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08207'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-102" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">The Call, and the Right of Way</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/15/07 07:06 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="8c1af40f1b5b4b5fc330c5524d5401f7-102.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Stock Bimmer" width="512" height="384" src="page11_blog_entry102_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>She'll be back "strutting" her stuff soon. Chuck Pace &copy;2007</em></span><br />Yesterday Happens. So I got the call from Larry. He says, "You were right. That radiator was leaking. So we are going to replace it under warranty, but there is something else we need to talk about." I'm thinking, if it's Amway I'm done with these guys after this repair. But it was just something I needed done, a repair I put in the offing, now getting critical. The right front strut, she is cracked. She needs replacin' before there is a a chance of a failure or accident, which would leave a more expensive bill and a tow truck, if not something far worse. Even though I can hardly afford it I consent. There is $350.00 now or much more soon if I don't. <br />I don't want to be in an accident, like Christopher West. Chris was on his Honda Scooter, in the 'right of way' when a lady in a big old four wheeled monster ran him down, turned in front of him and bounced him off her hood and windshield. The scooter is easier fixed than the scootee. Five fractures in the right hand and arm, one in the left, and his cute little "Snoopy" Helmet (small brain-bucket as Rich calls it) and Goggles are all scraped up too <img class="imageStyle" alt="broken wave" width="532" height="217" src="page11_blog_entry102_2.jpg"/>It was there at the Chatterbox on Monday where we all heard the ghastly and sordid tale. I took pictures (what else) so the images and the consequences of them were still fresh in my mind when I was walking back from Conseco yesterday after lunching with the Missus, and nearly got Chris Wested by an SUV that didn't stop, or even slow much before turning on the red-light two feet from me in the crosswalk. I reprint the e-mail open letter I sent to a few select friends and family on my return to work yesterday. <br /><span style="color:#0c1468;"><em>An open letter to the rectum in the Murano who almost ran over me...<br /><br />Dear Sir, <br />I apologize unreservedly for being in the crosswalk during the timed "walk" interval this afternoon by Conseco fieldhouse, causing you and your traveling companion to have to come to an almost complete stop at the red light presented to your lanes of traffic. I further apologize for for the mental anguish you incurred incoming up with the epithet to describe my transgression. I will, at my first convenience implore the Indiana state house and local governing bodies upon your behalf to make your travel path as pedestrian unencumbered as possible in the future. That and the pesky stopping on red lights that is so antiquated as to be barbarous. I wish only that I (the jackass) had known you were traveling that way before you slammed on the brakes entering the apex of your turn from the second lane over, I could have possibly ran the </em></span><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="scooter" width="195" height="220" src="page11_blog_entry102_3.jpg"/></div><span style="color:#0c1468;"><em>last few meters, or waited for a more appropriate time to cross. I am also truly sorry that I haven't got your name and address to alert my representatives of your far greater importance than mere pedestrian traffic in the grand scheme of things. Unfortunately I failed to record your plate number in my shame and emotional state after inconveniencing you. I have failed you yet again. <br /><br />Chuck Pace<br />Pedestrian (or is that equestrian) jackass<br /></em></span>I don't think I'd load into the back of a truck as easily as the scooter. Word(s) out, my brothahs and sistah's<br /><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#000000;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08157');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08157');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08157');"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08157'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-101" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Wanted to.</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/14/07 07:22 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-3.html">Toil It</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="57d395f3803dcc78a2729dd52d78fd95-101.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><p style="text-align:center;" >The day to day grind. That may be the reason. Nope, time is not the culprit (in any real sense). The truth is I just mismanaged the time I had to me last night and over spent at the sleep-bank this morning. That and an eminent drop off. The drop off that is eminent is the German Girl at Black Forrest Motors. In February I had to have the radiator replaced there (at BFM) and during this overwhelming string of really hot days she has started to loose fluids. We all know how fluids are critical when it is in the 90's, well it is no different for her. I think there may be a leak in the base of the radiator, they are going to check, so I have to drop her off this morning, catch a ride with Jenni, and hope for a equitably feasible financial solution to the coolant conundrum. The end result is a shorter posting effort this AM. Apologies. They are mine. Luck, Love and Joy be with you. <br /><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#000000;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08147');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08147');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08147');"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08147'); </script></a></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-100" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Heat. Growing. Exhaustion. Race. Frustration</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/13/07 07:18 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="52c8f03863c054f50a0a5667c7dcc5e2-100.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="garden triplets" width="532" height="472" src="page11_blog_entry100_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#10551f;"><em>Looking South and close ups of the flowering succulents. Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><br />Records fall as heat rises. The onslaught of +90&deg; days continues. Safety says stay inside, common sense agrees. Still, I mowed the yard around the garden at 9:40 this morning (one of the areas that gets consistent watering) to avoid some of the heat. Still when I was done I was as damp as an unwrung wash rag. Making the most of the day I do some gardening too, and I spend a little time with John and Abigail Adams through the eye and hand of David McCullough's Pulitzer Prize Winning account. Everything was on time for the Race at Watkins Glen. Everything was going well for me, in fact I should have finished 2nd. I had a super fantasy team put together and at lap 75 was tied with Guy Tucker for 1st place (he had Tony, I had Denny both had 155 points at the time) with 854 points when Martin Truex Jr. got Juan loose going into turn 1. This took the 42 (Juan), the 29 (Happy) and the 31(Jeff Burton) out of contention and caused a 25 minute red flag situation to clean the track of Juan's diffefential/rear end grease. I ended with an unofficial 21st place. That will change when they remove Bill Elliott points and award Boris Said points on the site, yahudiebootie will drop below me. Well that's why they run the races I guesses. <br />As you can see, I had me wittle camera with me outside yesterday. There is a little more news and no more time. I guess we will have to meet here tomorrow at the same time, or a little earlier. What do ya say?<br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#095516;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08137');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08137');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08137');"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08137'); </script></a></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-99" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">After 6, I'd Like Seconds Please</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/11/07 06:38 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-3.html">Toil It</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="7436cc1afeac2c49ece7704d5c5cf366-99.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">How many times did I hit the snooze. Another night without many z's in the sleep bank. I tossed and turned, beat up a pillow, and tormented in a horizontal torture chamber. Finally after two hours I packed it in and went to the couch. The tocks reigned havoc on the ticks and the battle ensued, Somewhere after 2:30, with Charlie laying on my feet I entered the sleep chamber of horrors only to start whacking the snooze button on the alarming cellular mere seconds later, or maybe it was a scant handful of hours, or maybe it never happened. 'Twasn't enough, M'lord, I barely crashed before the somnambulance driver had me on my feet again. I can't say I dreamed, there was no time, more like I schemed, conspired with the alarm for a scant few more seconds, since my first course was so insubstantial. I got my just deserts. But just deserts are not enough to sustain. Is this making any sense? I don't know let me sleep on it. I'm still struggling to crawl to the surface of reality although I'm sitting here typing, most of the moment is draining through a colander of coherence, and it feels like I'm (or my mind is) as much asleep as alive right now. Soon I expect the switch to be thrown, and intelligible thought to follow. In any case I'll need a new switch, I should have never thrown that one, I could have flipped it, but I had no interest in seeing what it looked like from a different perspective, I didn't want to see it at all. <br />More time, snooze. Snooze time. Damn, that was not ten minutes I barely sat the accursed instrument of my resurrection back on the table. SNOOZE, it must be broken. When I was a youth and I had transgressed a boundary or rule my mother would sometimes begin my punishment with this phrase, "Get a knife out of the kitchen drawer and go cut me a switch, to whip you with." The horror of being the tool of deliverance for your own punishment is often more punishment than the lashes received, this was the case again as I stumbled to the door frame and actuated the switch from light to dark, allowing spark to tungsten filament unabated and illuminating a dwelling outside a still dark and clouded mental landscape, still praying for more time. Give me... , aww I'm awake now time to get ready for a foray into to the world of commerce, perhaps I'll buy a little time and tick it in my sleep bank. I have to go apologize to a pillow. I'll see you in the sleep hazed dream that is your reality, mine's busted.<br />Do I hear <strong>Louis Armstrong</strong> playing <strong><em>"Dream A Little Dream of Me" ?<br /></em></strong><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#220c7c;">DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME</span><span style="color:#220c7c;"><br />(W. Schwant / F. Andre / G. Kahn)<br /> </span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#220c7c;">Yes, stars shining bright above you<br /> Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"<br /> Birds singin' in the sycamore trees<br /> Dream a little dream of me, yes<br /><br /> Say nighty-night and kiss me<br /> Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me<br /> While I'm alone and blue as can be<br /> Dream a little dream of me<br /><br /> Stars fading but I linger on dear<br /> Still craving your kiss<br /> I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear<br /> Just saying this, yes<br /><br /> Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you<br /> Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you<br /> But in your dreams whatever they be<br /> Dream a little dream of me<br /><br /> ------ instrumental break ------<br /><br /> Yes, stars fading but I linger on dear<br /> Still craving your kiss<br /> I'm longing to linger till dawn dear<br /> Just saying this, yes<br /><br /> Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you<br /> Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you<br /> But in your dreams whatever they be<br /> Dream a little dream of me<br /> Yes, dream a little dream of me</span><span style="font-size:10px; "><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#220a7c;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08117');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08117');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08117');"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08117'); </script></a></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-98" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Five Days</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/10/07 06:43 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="1391e353139d793ae54032a52ffb9c59-98.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><div class="image-right"></div><span style="font-size:13px; ">Rock and Roll, that seems to be the theme here. Well if there can be a theme after 5 days without a post. Sure there is always a theme of one sort or another. With me there is music. That is the constant, that is the thread that sews my experiences together, I always have a song in my head if not in my heart, so if I haven't been up early every morning posting my petty or petit thoughts, (like Sony and Cher) the beat has still gone on. My first thought when I launched this software was that it had been five days since my last post, instantly I had Gene Vincent's Rock-a-billy masterpiece (one of may for Gene and the Blue Caps) in my now noggin' So as I sit here typing into the mobile command center, I'm listening to Robert Gordon's version of Five Days from his album "Fresh Fish Special" on the World Headquarters "Main Frame". I apologize for my absence, but in truth not much has transpired in that absence worthy of postage. I have missed a day and a half of work with an intestinal distress most foul, and have stayed within' twenty feet of my spare or master bathroom ever since. While the most unpleasant part has passed (many times) I was able to dispatch Young Harry Potter, at least the tome and volume provided me by Ms. Rowling. I can say that the last page says it all, the type face was Adobe Garamond. That is the only secret I will reveal. <br />So Rock on Kiddies, I've gotten to the conclusion of this week (well within one day that is) and the Harry Potter series, but soundtrack is far from over. If anything important, interesting of fun happens I will break into for a station break, and throw it on the web for your eyes, ears or emotional perusal. "Five Days, Five Days" Gene Vincent. For more information on </span><span style="font-size:13px; "><a href="http://www.rockabillyhall.com/LatestNewsGV.html" rel="external">Gene Vincent</a></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> Click the provided link. Start that toe a 'tappin'. <br /> </span><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="41FNCD1E3CL" width="255" height="255" src="page11_blog_entry98_1.jpg"/></div><span style="font:9px Verdana, serif; ">(One day, two days, three, four, five) <br />A-that's how long that she's been gone <br /></span><span style="font:9px Verdana, serif; ">And that's a long time <br />Five days, five days <br />Since you walked out the door <br />Won't you please come home <br />I couldn't stand five more <br /><br />Well the first day after she left me <br />I laughed and told my friends <br />That he'd be back before <br />The sun is settin' low again <br />Five days, five days <br />Since you walked out the door <br />Won't you please come home <br />I couldn't stand five more <br /><br />Well, the second day after she left me <br />I started to have my doubts <br />I wondered if she was comin' back <br />Really had checked out <br />Five days, five days <br />Since you walked out the door <br />Won't you please come home <br />I couldn't stand five more <br />(One, two, three, four, five days more)<br /><br />Well, the third day after she left me <br />I started to watch the door <br />Before the day was over <br />I began to walk the floor <br />Five days, five days <br />Since you walked out the door <br />Won't you please come home <br />I couldn't stand five more <br /><br />Well the fourth day after she left me <br />I really began to sweat <br />She should have been back days ago <br />But she ain't got back yet <br />Five days, five days <br />Since you walked out the door <br />Won't you please come home <br />I couldn't stand five more <br />(One, two, three, four, five days more)</span><span style="font:8px Verdana, serif; "><br /></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">"Hey Rock, Rock, Rock Cat Rock, That's Five Cats Down and Five to Go!"</span><span style="font:10px Verdana, serif; "><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#ff8a30;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('08107');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('08107');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('08107');"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('08107'); </script></a></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-97" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Buy None, Get 3 Free, for Four</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/05/07 12:29 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="267118c47758982ae7eae2d9d7ba9e16-97.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Crow:Souls:Live" width="532" height="192" src="page11_blog_entry97_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em>General Admission Comp Ticket. <br /></em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">Live Rock and Roll music two nights in a row, four bands no charge. Do I live a charmed life or what? Thanks to Tom Batista for getting the tickets to victory field for Kay and three of her friends, it turns out that Sue Hobbs, Jenni and I are the friends she chose to share this particular evenings enterprise with. A grand and wonderful evening even with the rains that started after headlining </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Counting Crows</span><span style="font-size:13px; "> took the stage. I was hoping for a encore with</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em> "Rain King", </em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">Kay was waiting for</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em> "Einstein on the Beach"</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> which Wikipedia says they have never played for a live audience.</span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span><strong><img class="imageStyle" alt="stage_c.soul" width="529" height="165" src="page11_blog_entry97_2.jpg"/></strong><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>The Venue and Collective Soul<br /></em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">Hey, I saw Collective Soul, Man! Lead singer Ed Roland said I should tell my friends, I saw Collective Soul, Man! So, </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#674310;"><em>I saw Collective Soul, Man!</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "><em> </em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">I have as much of their music as I do of </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>The Counting Crows,</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> I have their album</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em> </em></span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Dosage. </span><span style="font-size:13px; ">They have a new album coming in few weeks August 23 to be exact to be titled</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "> Afterwords. </span><span style="font-size:13px; ">They put on a good show, I recognized almost every tune they did, more than the other two bands. Ed also broke up a fight and made peace in the audience, I was impressed.<br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="live_crows" width="529" height="170" src="page11_blog_entry97_3.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Live and The Counting Crows<br /></em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">Sue didn't think she'd recognize any </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>LIVE</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> songs except </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>"Lightning Crashes"</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">, but there were more that she knew like </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>"I Alone," All Over You," Selling The Drama"</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> and </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>"Heaven." </em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">The funny thing is I said I bet you recognize at least five of them, these are the five. She said after their set that she would have to go get more Live music now. I agreed, I need more too. They have a new album coming out next Spring. <br />Adam Duritz and the </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Counting Crows</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> were great, even if Jenni and I did have bail from the stands when the rain got too strong I recognized about as many songs from them as I did </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Live.</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> Their next album </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Saturday Nights, Sunday Mornings</span><span style="font-size:13px; "> should hit the retail and iTunes shelves in November, and we got a sneak preview </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>"Washington Square"</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> the opening song of their set from the quieter side of the album. Looks like Kay may have to buy a second or third CD this year, such extravagances. Good show good friends. <br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#442743;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('0857');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('0857');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('0857');"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('0857'); </script></a></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-96" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Watch Your Fluxxing Step!</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/03/07 07:46 PM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="d41238cf2e12d3e35e73176b1e9ed2c9-96.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="god_cloud morning" width="532" height="382" src="page11_blog_entry96_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#385773;"><em>The God-Clouds: from work parking lot at work 8:11 AM. Chuck Pace&copy;2007</em></span><br />First Friday! Gallery Friday. Flux Gallery Opening. I was the first one there, but that was because I got there before it opened. Therefore I stayed in the Bimmer and spent a little time with Harry, Hermione and Ron at the beginning of chapter 11 of the <strong><em>Deathly Hallows</em></strong>, I don't think I'm giving anything away to mention that I am a very slow reader. So anyway I pulled into the lot at about 5:40. At about 5:53 DeAnne opened the door and said, "Hey honey!" I said, "When do you open?" she said, "Right now," I said I'd be in in a couple of minutes, then she said, "O.K., 6 o'clock." <img class="imageStyle" alt="Walking_Blind" width="537" height="359" src="page11_blog_entry96_2.jpg"/><br /><strong><em>Patrick W. Gillespie:</em></strong><strong> The Body's Half Second Mind </strong><strong><em>Postcard from Flux. DeAnne Roth &copy; 2007</em></strong><br /><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="I can't hear you" width="169" height="179" src="page11_blog_entry96_3.jpg"/></div>So there I sat reading past 6:00 and sneaky Connie Ziegler got to be the first inside. I still got to be second, and was checking out the photos, concept art and installation when the artist and other gallery goers began arriving. I was talking to Jack Green when I noticed that sneaky Connie was already gone, I bet she'd have stuck around if there were any chairs to sit on. I fired off a couple of quick shots then helped DeAnne move a long bench out front (too late to capture Connie in its seated snare) and had a refill on my white wine. I spoke with the conceptual artist Patrick Gillespie briefly, then headed out pausing only long enough to nod to Brooks, talk to Nicci, Dan Axler and his wife Candy, Jeff Jeffries and his daughter Georgia (but not her little friend) and, since Jack and Joan were already gone was home by 7:15. <img class="imageStyle" alt="god_cloud night 2" width="532" height="343" src="page11_blog_entry96_4.jpg"/><span style="color:#894e28;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#894e28;"><em>The God-Clouds: from I-65/I-70 Northbound 7:01 PM. Chuck Pace&copy;2007</em></span><br />Jenni missed another days employment endeavor due to an enraged sciatic nerve in her back. She headed to the Doctors office for the second time in a week, and this time he decided that instead of stool samples, and kidney and liver function tests that it was her sciatic nerve that was getting on her very last nerve (see it's not always me, or people from Ohio). <div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Crambone_Clancey" width="390" height="247" src="page11_blog_entry96_5.jpg"/></div>After a cortisone and Novocain shot for lunch, and a darvoset dinner she was in no shape (o.k. her shape didn't actually change, she looked pretty much the same as when I left for work) to hop galleries, or attend Crambone's inaugural visit to Clancey's. Being a loving and doting husband I let her <div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="jeff_spandex" width="156" height="254" src="page11_blog_entry96_6.jpg"/></div>rest and relax the rest of the evening, by going to the show without her. From the three previous shows I've seen by the band, I expected the unexpected and was not disappointed, in addition the the hyjinx (a T.V. guide word when simple descriptive words fall sorely short),some first timer "boneheads"; Rich Culy, Ed and Pam Sipes, Guy and Maddie Tucker and Nancy Churchill were in attendance. I left at 12:50 AM after the second set with the promise of a third set from the band looming in the early morning.<br /><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#442743;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2007</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#4125e3;"><em><br /></em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><a href="javascript:HaloScan('0847');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('0847');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('0847');"target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('0847'); </script></a><br /></p><p> If Patrick were wearing his sensory depriving suit yesterday he would have missed the sunrise and sunset God-Clouds. Like Jenni missed a whale of a good Rock show.</p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-95" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Zombies Arise!</div><div class="blog-entry-date">08/03/07 06:28 AM <span class="blog-entry-category"> | <a href="category-3.html">Toil It</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink"> | <a href="258a1814594ddf8ef0331ec55d5b4f0c-95.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Zombies arise! I'm too old for this... I don't know how many times Roger Murtaugh (Danny Glover) says that in the first Lethal Weapon movie, but I think I understand why he says it. I'm still trying to recover from a week old multi-race weekend, and I don't really know when I'm going to get enough sleep to get that done. There is always something keeping me from the oh so needed rest cycle, The Chatterbox, bowling, insomnia, work, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, insomnia, Crambone, insomnia. I've gone to bed by 10:00 the last three nights and still not woken refreshed. I may be like an old nicad battery, the ones that just lose their ability to maintain power, or never recharge fully after so many uses. I'm definitely on the downward side of the bell curve of middle age, I think I'll be o.k. for a while but soon it starts to get really steep. Steep,sleep deep sleep sheep sheep sheep... zzzzz. <br />The funny thing here is I was talking too Rich at work yesterday and he is struggling as much a I am, and he's ten years younger than I. Jack Green, Bill Brooks and I were talking about this too on Wednesday when I stopped in for a couple at the box, at 88 Jack still gets it done, while Brooks and I were talking about not feeling our age, or accepting that we are our age. Well, we may never grow up, but getting up from bed may become a little more difficult. I fell asleep in 'the chair' watching a 'taped' episode of rescue me on Wednesday nigh