One last look back at warm and dry? Wednesday's Sunrise. Chuck Pace © 2006
The warm and fuzzy November weather is all but a memory after today. As I sit here at 6:30 AM it is 63° degrees outside, by the tim I leave work this afternoon it is supposed to be in the mid 40's. That's a drop of about 60 years, er 20° and we are looking at possibly 2 inches of rain by then. This is all kind of a surprise to me, I missed a lot of the end of yesterday as I was trying to stay of ahead of a headache. I left work at 3:30 and got home in time to take a Midrin, then I slept until 8:00. This morning I have a dull headache, and will be taking another Midrin before I head out into the sheets of rain. I have no photos other than a sunrise shot from yesterday or clever commentary about anything that happened yesterday, since nothing happened for me but restorative and preemptive sleep. Today is the long day at Roberts, and we are entering the sprint to the holidays phase so hopefully it will go by quickly even though it's a long one.
Welcome to Ricky Proehl, who came out to retirement to fill in for Brandon Stokely at the Wide Receiver position, just 5 more regular season games remain, then hopefully a successful post season campaign for the Colts. The next Manning TD pass to Marvin Harrison will be the 100th TD hook-up for the prolific duo. Hopefully that will come in the Clash with the Titans on Sunday 12 3.
Have a good Thursday.
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Working Overhead, not working Capital; Nicci Herren © 2006 (used by permission)

Friday the 1st is just around the corner (obviously this is another clever turn of a phrase, since I have several times in the past tired to impress upon my readers the fact that time is linear and constant, and unless there is a breakthrough in theoretical quantum physics, or you are Hiro Nakamura folding time and space, then there are no corners). This means that another year has almost gotten away from us. Our existence is more and more fleeting, and Deanne Roth has only two more days to complete her installation, and finish her prep for her Gallery opening on Friday at 5:00.

When I was at the Chatterbox on Monday (signified by planetary rotations and light and dark cycles of sunshine as an attempt to measure and understand 'time' and break it down into segments known as days) Deanne had two fairly good size boxes of her hanging physical art pieces on the end bar stool. See yesterday's post for a photo. She still has to finish suspending them and I have no doubt that she will be ready when she opens the doors to the public on Friday. I have no doubt that she will be exhausted as well, or that her shoulders will be in knots. That is a lot of working overhead. Nicci Herren took a photo last weekend with DeAnne's Sony camera (purchased from a very thoughtful camera salesperson last winter) of the very activity I mention.

You think these are cool, wait until you see her Photographs!
Friday the 1st is also my Bowling night, but I plan on making two visits to Flux Gallery (1046 Woodlawn Ave., Fountain Square area), one before Kegling and one after with my 'crew' in tow. I expect to see a large crowd at Flux both times. I know I'll see you there. Well I have much to do myself if I'm going to be presentable at work today, so I have to sign off.

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(above) Promotional postcard for "a forgetting"
photography / mixed media; DeAnne Roth ©2006

Well, Kara. I guess I should have aimed the camera, instead of just extending it past Eddie. Chuck Pace © 2006
New (old) computer in the world HQ, day one. I took the old 'mainframe' Mac to the guys at Mac Experience over a week ago, and have been using the portable fro my posts and such in the interim. Well yesterday I got the old, diagnosed machine back, and the refurbished twin of that machine as well. To be honest and accurate, Jenni picked that up for me I was still at work at 5:00 which is when the Mac Experience closes.
Last night I met Jenni at the Chatterbox after she had successfully ran that errand and many others for me and herself. I was also able to give the Brigid photo I took at Rich's Turkey Fryers event to Mel. When I got there in the 'royal' parking spot was reserved for my German Girl and in front of it stood Jenni, Mel and Kara (Afriendamine) Sayger. I futzed around trying to find the photo I mentioned, then went inside and to the back table, by the Juke Box, where Mel and Kara, Rich and Eddie were already in their places and Kay fresh from Florida was at barstool on the end, I took mine and started chucking quarters into the music delivery system. Down at the other end of the bar being a general nuisance sat LeAnne Bailey, Kris Bowman, Heather E. from N.J., Yvonne French and their ring leader Ericka Embrey, who unlike Heather, is not in the witless protection program. (I'm being unduly mean here because of Heather complaining that I used her last name last time she was there, well Heather, maybe I was trying to pass myself off as somebody else). Yesterday while Jenni was doing her errands, Meredith and David were moving all their possessions into a new apartment down in Sunny Florida. Meredith confided that the holiday was killing her then had a very 'Office Space' comment for her mother, "I'm really slacking off at work... I think they're gonna promote me." Jenni shared this with the group. Speaking of Office's Jenni called Rebecca and told her to come from the Noodle to the Box(sounds like a Tai Chi Ch'uan move) with Kathy Harrer in tow, so that we could all stop talking about them, and start talking to them instead. So eventually they showed up. Rebecca had a smart and youthful hair cut and I complimented her on it, Rich being the a-hole he sometimes is said she looked like a boy and undid my compliment. Well actually he said she looked like a boy with big boobs!
Deanne was tending bar, and trying to put the finishing touches on some of her physical artwork for her show opening at the Flux Gallery on Dec. 1. This answered a burning question for me. "What do you do with your balls after you have waxed them twice?" Put them in cages and suspend them from the ceiling is the answer DeAnne provided. Ah-ha! Time runs me into a point of stoppage, so I do.
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The New Water Delivery System, Up and Running: Chuck Pace © 2006
...In with the new. That means I got the Moen faucet installed. It was tough getting the old Price/Pfister unit after 16 years in place, in fact it was impossible to remove the lock nuts and washers in the tight spacing between the sink and the cut out counter without the dremel tool, which I used to slice through the rusted in place nuts. But its in place now, doesn't leak and works so smooth compared to the "in the house" unit that was always a little hard to regulate. So that is out with the old...
The Joseph Addai Show was on last night. The Colts rookie running back tied Lydell Mitchell and Eric Dickerson for the all time NFL rookie record of 4 TD's in a game, he also tied another rushing record held by Eric Dickerson of 3 10+ yard TD's in a half of football. Not to mention his first 100 yard rushing night with 171, and 37 receiving yards for 208 total yards. Way to go Joseph, way to go colts 10-1 and the best record in the league. Joseph led all rushers for yards on Sunday, and all players with 24 points. Joseph has 789 rushing yards in 11 games, 7 Rushing TDs and 1 fumble averaging about 5 yards per carry. I checked Edgerrin James' stats to find that in 11 games as a Cardinal he has 695 yards and 3 TD's and 3 fumbles, averaging about 3 yards per carry. Even more out with the old.
Today's post had to be brief, because I have an errand to run before my 8:30 work start.
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COLTS!
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Thursday evening, after our triumphant return from the stuffing stuffing, I went into the kitchen to make coffee before an evening of Deal or No Deal. We filter all of our (hard) drinking and cooking water in a Brita pitcher. Since there wasn't enough to make a full pot, I took the less than full pitcher to the sink and lifted the joystick all-in-one style faucet lever to refill it. Then, like the prehistoric ape-man scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey, I was holding the lever assembly in my hand over my head like a bone. Before looking around for a smooth sided black monolith to signal another jump in evolution, I tried to see if the levered handle would rejoin it's counterparts in corporation to bring forth the burbling waters. Ugh, no! Listening to ''Also Sprach Zarathrustra (2001: A Space Odyssey)", by Johann Strauss (Play Count: 4). The result of 16 years of hard water and a miniscule leak when the tap was tapped for tap water was the deterioration of the soft metals which in conjunction with the stress of a fulcrum/lever style delivery system caused irreparable fatigue (I got tired just typing it, so you can just imagine). I decided the best course of action was to sit and create today's post before attempting to get my fat body into the small opening under the sink to do this type of operation, primarily because I am afraid that this type of exercise will most likely use up a lot of my vocabulary, and probably all of my swear words in single and multiple combinations, so best to use what words I have at my disposal (No I don't have to replace the disposal, just the standard faucet assembly, pay attention!) for the site first so as not to go over quota.
Other than that: Friday night the Mahoggoff Brothers; Jeff Moore, Rich Culy and I (minus C.Scott) faced an even smaller team US and Him (a man and a woman, I'm very confused by the name, I'll tell ya), and got the ---- kicked out of us. (Use the available words I reserved earlier to fill the blanks), they totally ------ us, and it was one ---- of a ---ing night, and I couldn't wait for it to ------- end!
Saturday: Work, and then going to find plumbing release and a lamp for beside the bed on Jenni's side (no Jenni doesn't have a bed attached to her side, I got lazy in my sentence structure, and now I'm paying for it. O.k. laugh it up you----!)
Have a good weekend, enjoy he Flexed Colts and Eagles game, and those of you who bowl tonight in Mel and Them, kick some ----!
Chuck out, and under the sink. That's the new Moen set I'll be defaming there on the left. I bought it for life, but I also bought it for looks!
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Here is the list of words I blanked out, in order, score yourself against these (potty mouth!): wind, killed, bear, bowl(ing), finally, guys, team.

In my dream I was playing Texas Hold'em with a Big Mouth Bass at lake Bled. He and I were talking and he said that he was sure I was the teacher that held back his mother when all the other Bass in her class graduated, and that he was going to make me apologize or there would be big trouble. I tried to explain that I never taught that school, but he wouldn't listen, you know how it is with those Big Mouth's. This went on for a while and the dream got weirder. I kept trying to impress upon him that since his father was a Gum tree, and his mother was a Beech, I didn't have either one of them in my school when I was a teacher, but he went on insisting that I apologize for failing his momma. Again I said you're wrong and you should apologize to me. In the card game he went big before the flop, I figured him for an ace hole at this point, but I called. The dealer burned the next card, and started to cough, the next two cards turned and I had K, Q of hearts and A of clubs on the board and the A and10 of hearts in my hand and was looking at a possible royal flush, he went All In before the River, and I again called. The dealer burned another card and I asked him to stop doing that as it was getting really hard to breathe. Then the River turned and I had my J there! He could have a flush, full house or three of a kind but could not beat me. I laid down my cards, and he started crying, and said I'd taken everything he had and flunked his momma. I said if you can't afford to lose don't gamble, and that he should be apologizing to me because I taught schools at Willow Brook, not Bled. He continued to cry, and asked me to give him some money back. I said, "Nope, sorry." He jumped up and said, "Ah-Ha! I told you you'd be sorry, grabbed my winnings and jumped into Lake Bled, shouting back "Sorry!" Just then my alarm went off and I had to get out of the dream and into reality. I never got to tell that Dad Gum, big mouth son of a Beech, that I wasn't a mother flunker, because I couldn't pull my sorry bass out of bled! So I hit the snooze, to get 5 more minutes to sort it all out, but after a confused minute, I figured I'd better get to the computer and share it with the world. Dreams, weird huh? Red Kitty, Red Kitty.

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Sunset from the farm in Morristown: Chuck Pace ©2006"
I couldn't possibly eat another bite." It was almost a Mr. Creosote event for me after the second massive dining event of the day. I started to feel sorry for the decimated turkey population. I guess I should have taken some kind of omen from the live turkey (with a scatter of feathers around it) standing in the middle of US 40 that I had to change lanes to avoid just west of Straughn.
The day started like any normal Sunday, with me waking up to my alarm, alarmed. "What day is this!?" I said to the darkened arena of somnambulism. I knew I didn't have to work, or was afraid I did, as time and awareness of my place in it were confused by the sudden reemergence from REM sleep. Jenni, sheepishly and sleepishly said, "Ou know what day is, don't ou?" Before I could totally get my grasp on the fact that I wasn't playing beach volley ball with Kristi Brinkley and Heidi Klum, Jenni was already sliding back into the dream realm. I said aloud to the room, "Oh, it's Thanksgiving Thursday." I heard a "yeah," then a small snore. I reset the snooze on my cellphonalarmnightlite and took another 25 minutes. Then it was going off again. 6:00 AM, well a couple more snoozes should do the trick, after two I got up and made coffee, wandered around aimlessly scratching my b... rubbing my eyes. By 7:30 I had gotten Jenni's images from her camera and downloaded them to the portable command center, for yesterday's Miraculous post.

Preparing for the Dessert Storm Campaign/Hagerstown: Chuck Pace © 2006.
Driving to Hagerstown a few hours later on a beautiful sunny Thanksgiving day I was indeed thankful. I had my best girl at my navigators position, sound asleep on a scrunched up pillow, six disks shuffling in the trunk to provide an audio ambiance inside the cocoon of luxury, and friendship and food ahead of me. The food at Dick and Martha Culy's was unbelievable, I even ate a helping of cranberry sauce (it had apples and sugar and oranges and sugar and was not tart or bitter, who wants a bitter tart?) to Jenni's amazement. I said, "Make it like this and I'll eat it." Jenni and I were there with Rich, his folks and two of his mothers brothers Glen and Merl and their wives. After an hour and a half of prep to consumption, we sat and talked and had coffee. Then Jenni took about an hour tryptophan trip in the car (I cracked the windows and sunroof to keep the ASPCA off my back), and after another 45 minutes of thanking the Culy's and conversation we headed down to US 40 to gather our reserves and head to Morristown for round two with Jenni's cousins and Uncle Bobby. On the way we passed a very stunned but very alive Tom Turkey standing in the fast lane waiting for a truckload of dressing to come along. I said I should turn around and get a picture, and try to get him off the road but the next crossover was about a half mile up, so... traffic was thin and he didn't appear wounded, hopefully he'll make it to so he can get shot as the Good Lord intended before Christmas dinner. We made it to Suzie's and visited with Becky, Betsy, Joe, Bobby and their families for a bit, then ate some hame and deviled eggs and just a little more Turkey, and before you know it it's 7:20, and we finally headed out and back home completing a journey of 119 miles and stomach capacity discovery.Thanks to all the providers and enablers who made our Thanksgiving memorable and calorie rich.
Fat and Happy Holidays from Fat and Happy Chuck. Photo by Betsy Seifert.
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He even spoke on the thing said one stunned witness.
We all heard about it. Kay even had a moment of histrionics. Jenni aided and probably even abetted. I stood on in shock and awe. I waited a couple of days before telling the world, I don't know if the Vatican is sending a priest to verify the event(with there only being a couple of Catholics; Pam and Maryjane in attendance, for sure. Point of order, M'Lord, does one Jew cancel out two Catholics at a miracle event?), but the revelation can no longer wait.
At the Turkey Fryers final race Kick-Off (wide right, twice) pre-race feast, as Jenni was checking her drivers and race readiness at Rich's dining table internet equipped control center, the "cell phone" rang. That in itself is not even close to a miracle, it rings all the time I'm told. Jenni picked it up and read Richard, VA. on the screen, I witnessed this and repeated aloud, "It's Richard in Virginia", just then...
Like a streak an aproned figure emerged from the kitchen dripping Turkey grease and butter rich injection fluids, took the phone and as God is my witness, answered it right in front of us all. Mel went slack-jawed for a second, and quietly uttered "..What?" Mike Wilson went crazy, causing a huge unwilson like stir and also exclaimed "No way!," But I was the only one who noticed being right beside Mike, and a fair lip reader. Jenni had the presence of mind to snap a few shots to assist in the proclamation of the Miracle Event.
I jokingly said that Travis answers his Cell Phone more often than Rich does. Jody and MaryJane called their opthamologist to schedule getting their eyes "unpopped" as soon as possible so as not to go through the rest of their lives looking like they have Graves Disease [popus ocullus susansarandistic martyfeldmanosis]. Liz stopped mid shovel and asked Travis, "Do you really have a cell phone?" Little Joey Bula snored in total disbelief, only Cato and Darwin took it all in stride (they had been seeing Cat-Nip induced miracles for about a half hour or a thousand years by then -Cats are really unreliable time keepers). A hush fell over the house (but nobody noticed as hushes while clumsy are by nature very quiet). It really happened, I swear. everything that follows is completely true.
Photos by Jennifer Pace: used by permission.
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Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a good burp!

Step Forward to the Seven Stars of the Dipper: Chuck Pace © 2006
Lasterday, a term my daughter Meredith coined when she was three or four, I went to the Pacers game with David Andrichik, Rich Culy and about 15,000 other people I guess, and I could only guess at their names, so I'll use a general term like fans or ticket holders. Normally I try to get as much information as I can in these public events just in case I might later post the happenings. I always try to be as accurate as I can and I could probably only give you first names here for most of the attendees, so we'll stick with fans. I hope I haven't hurt anybody's feelings.
The game was a see saw battle (which should have made it more like a half-time show if you really think about it, except there wasn't really a see saw there; that's just how the scoring went. First one team on top, then the other, not unlike children on a playground enjoying a popular amusement known as a see saw, see?), with the Pacers down by 10 points as the remaining time got inside 6:00 minutes. The Pacers then went on a 16 to 3 run to close out with a 5 point victory. David, Rich and I agreed that if the team had played with anything close to that kind of intensity for the entire game they could have easily won by over 30.
Like any journey getting there is half the fun, or so they say. Well we normally call a cab to get to the games, but last night after several minutes of prodding, threatening, begging and coercion Travis volunteered to take us to the game (Yes, I'll destroy those negatives now T). Old habits die hard, and David still gave directions and instructions on the trip to the Fieldhouse, while our Driver gave praises to Amedika and asked us if one of us could marry his sister so she too could come here and start taking hormone injections to lighten the color of her beard, or something to that effect. He was very hard to understand and smelled of old socks, embalming fluid and truffles.
I also found it nostalgic and interesting that the Pacemates were doing one of my old Tai Chi Ch'uan routines during a time out break, I was captivated to say the least (actually 'It good' would be more in line with saying the least, right ke mo sabi).
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Vacation is over and time is back on its greased pole. The last two months flew by so fast that I'm surprised my calendar wasn't scorched. I commented before at how much faster time goes by as you get older. It's amazing to me how much the perception of time even during a single day can fluctuate, if you are hungry it seems like an eternity before lunch, if you are busy time can be fleeting, if you are at a doctor's office or a auto repair shop, time almost comes to a stop. My first day back after 8 in a row was actually a fairly quick one, the whole thing seems like a distant memory already. The routine of the accelerating season has already begun to chip away at the ice block of the time /space continuum.
The Lone Ranger and Tonto playing Blackjack:
"OK Tonto, with the 3 you have 15 now, what do you want to do?" "Mmh! Continuum"
"Blackjack!"
"Where?! Me getum Scout and Silver, you putum back on chaps!"
I'm back. Mental vacation. I guess my vacation time is not quite over.
Cato (Caito?), Brigid and Darwin; nipped, whipped and tripped: Chuck Pace © 2006
So I promised a photo from the Rich nascar party of the animals, and last night as I was previewing the available shots with Mel, Rebecca and Jenni at the box Mel asked if pets get their owners a "mention." After consulting with the judges, forming an independent panel, and weighing the possible ramifications to both the ASPCA and the Mention Whoring community at large I came to the inevitable conclusion, not without considerable deliberation from all parties involved (in my head). "No, they have no practical use for prizes." I uttered about a nano-second after the question was posed. (There's that tricky time flux thing again).
Did someone say FLUX? Only ten more days until DeAnne takes pity on her 'artless friends and opens her new show, Gov'na!

The Promotional postcard for DeAnne Roth "a forgetting" photography / mixed media;
Dec. 1-23, 2006: DeAnne Roth ©2006

In a 'week' I will wake up burnt out needing a vacation again, and it we be January 7th and Colts will be on the playoff bye, I'll be trying to remember, the last six weeks and I'll think of Tonto. Weird huh?
Rebecca and her very clever daughter Mary were discussing wordplay and double entendre, and Mary said, "Oh I get it, like Chuck does on his website." This made Rebecca very proud and happy with her daughter, somebody had explained finally double entendre to the great math wizard. Mary said she was going to scour the previous 10 posts (10 is a very popular number in the 'digital' age) -Thoughtpukes- to find more examples to illustrate double entendre, sadly, no pun in the did.
Finis, "So's your face!" says the Comeback Kid!
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"I think this double entendre thing has a whole different meaning, " says Rebecca.

Rich removing meat from the Carcass' Eddie and Pam watching for opportunities.
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I went too long without posting. The week went by too fast. The relaxed tempo of the vacation ends. The sports fortunes went South, and fizzled.
Colts: A tale of Turnovers. Mercifully, I didn't get to see the final Dallas score, I was arriving at the bowling alley to share their fortune of getting tromped.
Bowling II: 'Patti and the Others' beat our team 'Mel and Them' every game. The lanes we were on had hosted a tournament prior to our league use, and were not redressed. I know, both teams had to use the same lanes, so how can that be an excuse? Well, two of their bowlers were left handed, using lanes with that were used up on the right side approaches, plus all the Mel and Then bowlers were filled to popping with the afternoon's fare at Rich's annual End of Nascar event.
End of Nascar Party: Congrats to Lightnin' for backing his boy Jimmie Johnson all the way to his first Nextel Cup. The race was on on the big screen in the basement of Casa de Culy, and the Colts game was on up stairs (after 4:15) Jenni and I split our attention between the two sports events, and the feasting on deep fried Turkey, monkey bread, banana pudding, mushroom and brie soup, green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, deviled eggs, potato salad, 7 layer salad and so much other great food that it was a miracle that we were even able to roll into the car to roll out on the lanes.
The disappointing Colts showing was slightly tempered by two Vanderjagt FG misses, the Nascar finale by a decent showing by the #9 team (but no 7th win), and seeing the "Bug Eyed Idiot" back in victory lane.
Saturday: My most industrious day of vacation, I rearranged the front room a little, did some much needed decorating for the upcoming hollow days (I won't be seeing Meredith and David, or my folks this year for Festivus either, just like last year end). Jenni and I donated some old and unused furniture and electronics to Goodwill on Friday, and the cleaning and re-org were a natural part of the progression afterwards.
Bowling I: Friday night the Mahoggoff Bros. faced another bowling opponent and staunchly defended our last place position, we did win two of the three games, but were abused so soundly in the middle game that we could not take series, Jeff Moore had his second 200 plus game, this time a 221 and we took 4 points out of 7. It was an old spice ship that sank in lthe aqua velva sea that had my eyes burning all night and kept me fro performing at my optimal range. I book endied a 125 game with a 180, and a 190. Still it felt good to win a couple games.
Work: Now I have to brace myself for the upcoming 'push' through the holidays, which usually comes and goes in a blur until about January 11th. Time flies, and here we are again on the event horizon that is the black hole 'retail,' hope to see you on the other side.
Computin: I won't have my 'mainframe' back for a couple more days, so I can't update the mention meter until I do. Here's One apiece for the assembled Nascar gorgers. In the order Jenni and I remember seeing them. Pam, Joe Bula, Eddie, Mel, Rich, John David and Cyn, Kay, Maddie and Guy, Mike Wilson, David Gansert and his wife, Jody and Mary Jane, Travis and Liz and John Qualkenbush. I couldn't get a group photo because these people were spilled all in different areas of the house, but I got a few shots of Rich's cats Cato, Darwin and Mel's pooch Brigid. But I'm not sharing those at this time.
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Have a Great Florida Vacation Kay!

Bleu Django playing Live on the Stage at the Box: Chuck Pace ©2006
Le Beaujolais Nouveau '06 Est Arrivé! So said the table pop piece last night at the Chatterbox, and as usual it was quite the party. Of course the usual suspects were in attendance. Brooks and Travis were wearing The Ties, Rich won the other one during the drawings for fun and fabulous prizes. I was the grand prize winner, and took home a bottle of the very same poison we were all there to celebrate. Jenni and I also won a T-shirt, which I believe was left behind in the carnage of the grape. Pam and Eddie were there, according to Eddie it is Pam's favorite annual event at the Box. Other attendees, John David, Mel, Mike Wilson, Ericka, Connie Z (who needed a neck rub in the worst way), Kay, Meredith and Michael Garber, Melissa Gallant and the person most responsible for the Wine's arrival Jodi H. from Olinger. The 30's style acoustic jazz from Blue Django was delightful, and caused me to come home and relive some of the similar style pieces that I have in my vast musical repertoire.
Listening to ''Amelie Poulain'', by Yann Tiersen (Play Count: 8)

Those boys are gaudy, you can take 'em out but you can't dress 'em up.
Last night was also the anniversary of the Travis and Liz engagement/Beaujolais Nouveau evening. But they didn't have any shenanigans for the assembled crowd this time. The most recently engaged, and the very engaging Pam and Ed were quiet and respectful, unlike the explosive Ericka Embrey who is so full of joy and life that it often spills over the top, she danced with Ed after Wilson head faked her and went the other way, then a little later she dragged me (neither kicking or screaming) out to the aisle for a little more hoofing, after the dance I went down to the other end of the establishment to avail myself of the facilities, then I spoke with Nicci and Jodi for a bit, when I returned to my assembled party there was an extra part, Jeff Barber was there, but I saw nothing of Rachel so either I was already loosing my peripheral viewing abilities as only a Beaujolais can provide or Jeff was alone for the moment. He asked me to be on the look-out for the perp who has been leaving business cards all over the DiNicola's house since he is attempting to purchase the adjacent abode directly north of the aforementioned hacienda. I wasn't aware that there was such a fiend lurking in that neighborhood. Hmmmm.
Well the vacation nears an end. I still have my bowling leagues to attend, one tonight and one on Sunday with Jenni. I've been up for three hours and working on this post and playing music and recuperating from the abuses sponsored by the Stinkin' Frenchies. Still it was a good evening, and one I'll never completely forget or remember. Such is Life. Such is Beaujolais Noveau noir.
"C'est la vie" (who knows, who cares for me) Greg Lake/Peter Sinfield 1977, Emerson Lake and Palmer from Works: Volume 1. Adieu.
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Today the vacation ellipse reaches it apogee and begins it's parabolic descent, the proverbial hump (there is a lot of reference to humps in the proverbs, being a region closely associated with camels, and wanton women of the oldest profession) day, the mid-week crisis. I would go right out and buy a fast, expensive, shiny black, sports car to combat this mid-week crisis if I hadn't already done that twelve days hence. But by now I'm off point. What I was intending to illustrate through a collection of commonly used english language words presented through phosphors of CRT or electrically enervated transparent crystals (when inert, or uncharged) suspended in a liquid state between thin layers of glass with undetectable (to the unassisted eye) printed circuitry for electron activation, was that my vacation is half done. Like I said I got off point. Besides I still have over an hour before said apogee occurs (EST).
Last Night: Jenni and I were joined by (not with or to) Annie Hood and C Scott Proctor at the Chatterbox for brief respite and repast before being rejoined at the Murat Theatre some thirty minutes later and thirty minutes before (talk of your equilibrium) the opening act for the much anticipated Death Cab For Cutie concert. That opening act was Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, who while extremely energetic and bombastic at times were difficult to hear vocally, such was the sound board settings. I commented to my darling bride that this is (was) like the music we frequented live some 25 years ago when we were young and that it made me nostalgic for early new wave/punk fare. Today (another aside but necessary to illustrate the correctness of that statement uttered in utter confidence during a 98 decibel sonic barrage on row W balcony center, and all other seats as well) I downloaded some Ted Leo/Pharmicists from iTunes only to find some of the early 80's fair I was commenting about to the lovely missus covered on the Shark Bites EP/CD.
-Listening to ''Six Months In a Leaky Boat'', by Ted Leo/Pharmacists (Play Count: 1)- Originally by Split Enz (Neil and Tim Finn, Eddie Raynor and co. long before Crowded House, "{Hey Now, Hey Now }Don't dream it's over" fame) from the album Time and Tide, 1982. I downloaded the Ted Leo & the Pharmacists because I liked what I could almost hear, and wanted to hear more (some). The real reason for being at the Murat of course was Benjamin Gibbard and his band Death Cab for Cutie. They were terrific and filled one hour and forty minutes with a mix of new material from Plans and a nice collection of their earlier successes (I hesitate to say hits since most people here don't realize that they have heard at least some Death Cab, and probably haven't taken a plunge into their musical pool as deep as a music collector like myself (as I type this there are 7 Death Cab CD's in front of me for inspiration). I would have a visual record of the evening as well if I had known that Digital cameras were allowed in the venue for the evening, allowing some 2000+ barely pubescent girls to get their Gibbard on. It was a good evening and a great way to spend a vacation day.
With the "mainframe" in the shop I am without the Photoshop I so desperately need to make nice, nice the look, look. Hopefully my writing has maintained its usual ----- level, and you enjoyed me pith-ing all over your display again today.
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My advice: Read More, Listen More, Pay attention to the world you inhabit. Watch less meaningless input and never follow blindly.

The Music was palpable, drifting from the stage. Chuck Pace ©2006
Yesterday, while Jenni was at work on our vacation, I moved the world HQ over to the laptop. One of the reasons was to take the "mainframe" to service at the Mac Experience. I got a call from Jeff Goshert around 11:00 (shortly after I got up) and found out that he was going to Mac Experience between 3:30 and 4:00, so I futzed around and stuff until it was time to go closer to Jeff's designated arrival time. I got the Mainframe in to Tom and Doug where they mocked me because of the condition of the machine (it hasn't been into service since I got it 6 years ago from Mike McDaniels). Jeff was late getting there so I went around the corner to talk to long time customer and friend Ross McMahon who is in the same strip as the Mac Experience. Jeff showed up, I called Jenni to see if she was on her way home, she wasn't and it was 4:45 so I invited Goshert and Jenni to the Chatterbox, Jeff had to check into the Homewood Suites first, Jenni had to finish her vacation canceling tasks.

Denise, Clifford and Carl putting the Muse in music. Chuck Pace © 2006
I arrived as a band was setting up, Denise Griffith was having an impromptu (of sorts) birthday party and wanted to sing for her supper with her friends. Joining her on stage were Clifford Ratliff on Trumpet and friend of the thoughtpukes Carl Hines on keys. Joining me at the tables was Jenni and Jeff Goshert. Then Rich, Eddie, Mel and Travis trickled in in that order. Brooks was there when I arrived but was in a solitary manner and writing, so I considered that a small blessing. DeAnne was serving, David was hauling bricks without straw and Peter Park, David Beuke and Jody Frick were watching the two microwaves like they were televisions. Travis tried to get involved in a staring contest with mixed results (the real staring contest was behind him, duh!), Kay and Rich tried to take advantage of the mentionable moment and posed pretty for the bright light too. Denise played for about two hours, and we cleared out just after she finished. Jenni and I had to watch Deal and Heros, Goshert had to set up his base of operations at Homewood before going to get two of his THK cronies at the airport. Mel, Rich, Travis and Eddie? They just had to go and seek lives outside of the cocoon of friendship.
I awoke this morning thinking that it was Sunday because I had had two days off in a row, and I was jazzed to watch the football preview shows...oops, see what a different schedule can do to you, it;s like somebody changed the wheel on my habit-trail and I have to readjust.
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The Day, The Wife.
So here on the first day of our vacation Jenni is at work. Does that sound like vacation to you? It sure as heck doesn't to me. In fact the only thing vacationy about today is the fact that I am at home, alone instead of at work. That's one of us. I'm switching all the chuckpace.com world HQ stuff over to the laptop, so if I do get out of , let's say Marion county this week I might just take the show with me, sort of like I did when we went to Branson. I'm taking the "mainframe" into Mac Experience for some much needed diagnostic, and cleanup. We did Jenni's last week, and it was just over $300, but they did replace the HD. Now it's my turn. So this is just an update to the lack of any vacationing being done here so far.
The Colts.
9-0 and the only team in NFL history to post consecutive 9-0 starts. Ever (thus the only team thingy). Sweet. Last night I did the Sunday night league thing. And we were trounced. Bad.
The Life.

I finished J Milligan's book "Jack Fish", which was recommended to me by none other than the missing Brock Kingsley before he went to Ohio, and then went missing. It was an amusing read, and the premise could be the cornerstone for a Sci-Fi Channel series very easily, the ending left plenty of room for sequels.
I'm reading two other books right now also, "Descartes' Secret Notebook" by Amir D. Aczel, and "The Shroud of the Thwacker" by Chris Elliott, I'm 3/4 of the way through the Descarte book and have just started Thwacker. Talk about completely divergent interests. Well it's almost time for me to cart the "Mainframe to Joel, Doug, Tom and co. at the Mac Experience, so chowder for now kiddies.
- 0 COLTS!
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I'm blank. Yesterday was a back breaker. The winter demo at Roberts, and all that entails, the phones, the customers all the reps. I didn't even get a chance to sit down or take the load off my aching feet until 2:30 when I got to take a lunch. By then I was starving and bitter with some of the clueless customers and just the general taxation that a demo of this size can put on one. Luckily I am on vacation after 4:31 today. Jenni and I are going to be doing a little traveling, but no major trip. I'm even bowling in both leagues, so I couldn't be going too far away, could I?
Speaking of bowling. Last night we the Mahogoff Bros. took on and were shredded by the Copies Plus team. Actually we had one real good showing the final game, and won that one by by 37 pins. That was my breakout game of the season, a 219, eclipsing the 184 I had earlier in the year. Rich had three games over his average, and Scott had a good night finishing 18 pins over his average for series. Will Andrichik, bowling in Jeff Moore's place wasn't able to get up to his average but was only 4 pins below it on his worst game. Annie Hood, Scott's girlfriend was there as the Beer B**ch (her term, not mine) even though she could not partake due to her pregnancy. So after the bowling Scott, Annie, Rich and I went to Wirty's World for some pool shooting, I did really well there too, and after about 90 minutes of that we all headed home.
Congrats to Ed Craig of Copies Plus fro a triumphant return to bowling after a motorcycle accident in the summer. Ed didn't practice one time during his recuperative period, but came out in Ed Craig form none the less, his high game was a match for mine 219, and he bookended that with 196 and 199 games, so that softens the blow a bit that we were bet by a real good guy and a natural bowler.
Now I prepare for the final day of the demo, and then vacation. I've got to go pull a hard eight before I can get off.
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I had Thursday off, and took it. I have been working a lot of my days off due to coworker vacations and other reasons, but I needed Thursday off to run a myriad of errands. There was the 10:00 Doctor's appointment for my adopted girl for an oil change and recall part, an O2 sensor, and to get the driver's died power seat working and to meet Mike G. my personal service advisor, it tuns out Mike had a '92 525i so we are somewhat kindred spirits. After that check-up my girl (still to be named) and I drove downtown to get Jenni and take trip to the Greek Islands. I don't mind the long drives now hat I have a nice ride to get me there, we didn't get to visit Samothraki or Mykonos or even Rhodes on our trip to the Greek Islands, just the 700 block of S. Meridian, but the food was good. I called John David to wish him a happy 44th birthday, and he said he wisely took Friday off from United Refrigeration so he could get as polluted as he possibly could without hang-over regrets. I called Rich and told him to bring all of JD's friends from work that could get out.

It was a beautiful night at the box when I got there at 5:20. Bill Brooks was sitting at his usual spot talking to Richard Plath. to the NE was Meredith Garber, Jeff Barkis and a couple more people I don't know (still, weird huh?), I asked about Meredith Sister in law and her husband , oh, what's his name, anyway she said that they would not be joining because the brother in law guy (it's right on the tip of my tongue) had

volunteered to receive an award that nobody else wanted or something. Jenni showed up next and talked to David for a few minutes, then Rich arrived too. DAvid acme out with Rich's (automatic) Sam Adams then looked at Jenni and touched his forehead and gestured a regretful forgetful gesture and went back in for Jenni's (and my) forgotten Corona. I said to Jenni, "He Vanessa-ed us." Kay showed up, I called Pam 'n' Eddies, and Mike McDaniels arrived to fill out our table. Almost one hour to the second after my arrival JD finally showed up, this was Jenni's cue to get up and give up her spot at the table, the spot of honor. She was done and didn't think it proper to take the chair home with her, she's just considerate like that. As JD showed up so did Alysha to relieve David, who came over for a quick tour of my new wheels, Maggie popped over and said "Whoo hoo, look at you!" and then back to the more important task of getting JD slammed. Cyn arrived as Monét and Rich decided to do the Jenni thing and give up his seat for chivalry (he had already proclaimed at a level of doneness), conversation and beers flowed like... wine? And finally as I was nearing leaving velocity the Pam 'N' Eddies arrived it was 10 'til eight

and I was sure to miss Smallville so I stayed another hour drinking coffee's and left at 10 'til nine. At home Jenni was hugging and caressing the G4 iMac that I had picked up from service at the Mac Experience, her second love was home and need attention.
Believe it or not I took no pictures of the birthday boy, there was just too much going on and I missed it. Wha..? Duh. So instead there are more photos of my car, an acceptable substitute I think. Meredith G. says hi and bye to those, ...ohh who are they, you know the in-laws, the guy... that guy with the new job, and the truffle chick... Terence? Eloise? No. Oh, well it'll come to me.

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Hello. Excuse me, Ed needs another Guiness or a Mojito over here, Hello!

Hey, it's Chris Schoch hard at wor.. Hey, look It's Phil, Randy and Ivan (the lab guys) & Matt and Lightning. Chuck Pace © 2006
Yesterday after work the various branches and arms of Roberts convened at Bahama Breeze on 96th St. The reason? Mark Stephan and his boss Joanna from Canon were buying dinner and drinks for the employees. We were represented by Bloomington, Carmel and the Downtown store with it's mail-order, ebay, amazon, sales floor, and management departments. With well over 30 people in attendance it was necessary for a microphone to be passed around so that we could all be introduced to each other. When the mic got to Mike Wilson he stood and said, "I'm Mike from downtown, I think you all know what I do." Well I may never find out what he does now. Then the mic as put into Ed Sipes hand, he didn't stand or say his name, he said, "Thank you, I need another drink over here, in the back corner please, another drink." Then the mic continued around, it got to Chris Schoch who said, "Hi, I'm Chris and I work at the North store and the Downtown store" which I think was news to everybody who works at the North and Downtown stores. That microphone came from Greg Anderson, the one man band who played keyboards and steel drums, with digital background accompaniment, who's business card reads Greggae and his Florida Keys. I think Bruce was seriously considering hiring Greggae to play in the lighting area at the main store at our upcoming winter demo. It was a great time and the food at Bahama Breeze is terrific, as are the Bahama Breeze Mojitos, I will be going back I'm sure.

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Hello. Excuse me, Ed needs another Mojito over here, Hello!

The Votes Are In
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Back to work after two whole days off, it was like waking from a coma or a dream, the place looked completely different, faces only faintly familiar, I had been in the car most of Saturday, and in front of a computer that wouldn't access my server to do a post. At the store Mary Jane came in to show off her new filing technique, something she calls a "Stepped-Approach" to records management. I think she may be on to something here. Aerobic accessing ? Cardio-colating?

File Management ala MJ. Chuck Pace ©2006

Making every vote count last night I stopped by the Chatterbox to show off the new baby, and to take a "net worth" test from Jody Frick. No surprise to most of us the new Director of Indy reads, Travis DiNicola had the highest "net worth", while Nicci and Kathy Harrer were both at the lowest end of the scale (Uncle Ernie) Travis popped in and got a little seat time, as did Pam who cooed, oohed and ahh-ed, even though her fi-antz Ed weren't there to enjoy the moment. Deanna took a fine photo of the assembled ragalers.

Mel, Me, Travis, Kay, Rich, Pam and Jenni, meeting adjourned. DeAnne Roth © 2006
Not shown in this photo is Rebecca and Kathy, who stopped by to scare the hell out of the regulars. Rebecca was doing her best Jackie Nicholson impersonation and told DeAnne that all work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl. She was close to Travis and Rich on the 'net worth' test, also no surprise.

All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.
All work and no Play makes Bec a dull girl.

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Dolphins? Beating the Monsters of the Midway. The key to their success was forcing and capitalizing on turnovers, and they gave Rex Grossman his worst day as a pro, and a quarterback rating of just over 30. This just may be a good thing for the Bears, a non division/non conference loss doesn't hurt nearly as much and makes them realize they are still vulnerable to their own mistakes or another team with a good game plan. How about those COLTS, they are pretty sure they are vulnerable, but always have enough drive and ambition to win. In the after game interview with Andrea Kramer (obviously a Hobbit) Peyton praised the entire team and especially the defense. He also mentioned yet another all time great catch by Marvin Harrison who extended to blip the ball, pull it in, plant the right foot and drag the left while controlling the ball and making a 'football move' cradling and rolling over on his back as he hit the turf out of bounds to demonstrate that he did have control. It was a thing of beauty, and a Marvin Harrison signature move. Marvin averaged just over 18 yards per catch, had two TD's and showed again why he and Peyton are the most prolific QB/WR tandem in the history of the game. Marvin was not the only star of the game. Cato June (2) and Bob Sanders both had interceptions of The Tom Brady, as did Antoine Bethea on the very first drive by the Pats. Raheem Brock also took the ball out of Corey Dillon's hands on the other take-away by the Colts, in all 5 turnovers by the Pats against 2 by the Colts and it was the Defense that everybody was talking about again, only this time without excuses or expletives in front of the word defense. Oh yeah, Peyton Manning. Peyton had his third consecutive 300+ yard game, a feat never done by Dan Marino. In fact the last Quarterback to have three consecutive 300+ yard games was Johnny Unitas in 1963, that's right the last one to do it was also a COLT, and that was 43 years ago. Want another one? The last team to start two seasons 8-0? The Green Bay Packers, who did it three years in a row, 1929-1931!

I got to watch the entire game. Jenni was at the bowling alley having another benchmark of sorts, another over 300 series, a high game of 122 and a 106 average. She was there with Mel, Rich and Will Andrichik. Other than a trip with Jenni to the grocery store early in the day, long before the games and the bowling, I let the BMW sleep. After Jenni went bowling I didn't even starte her up. I showed great restraint. Now I get to, I've got to go to work,you can bet I'll be smiling (and watching for those crazies out there with an eagle eye) all the way.
- 0 COLTS!
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The Proud Pappa standing with his new baby. Jenni Pace © 2006
The adoption went through yesterday around 4:20 PM. After running around to banks, and computer stores and such, meeting Jenni at the house, and driving out together we finally got to meet our little German Girl. We adopted from a Florida foster home and got to bring her home last night.
Then right after that I had to rush back to the bowling alley to get my butt handed to me twice by the Pins on deck girls, at least I got to take the baby with me. Congrats to Jeff Moore, who had his first league 200+ and his first 500+ series (202;524) he was high man for the team and night.
Baby Pictures: The baby in question is a 1993 BMW 525i (w/ M series designation). Brought up from Florida earlier in the week after and estate sale, she had been well maintained, has a tan leather interior, 6 Disc CD changer, 10 speaker system, 5 speed manual Transmission, new speed rated tires, cruise, power everything, and likes to play with horses (over 210 of them). Unlike her older sister who's ill and in the driveway right now awaiting a little surgery, she purrs like a kitten instead of roaring like a charging bull elephant, she still runs like a Cheetah though, an all black one. I'm sure I'll be putting lots more pictures of my Girl up on the site over the next few months , as any proud pappa would do. I have to rush out now, Jenni and I have a few errands to run again today.
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There is no other way to describe the anticipation of a new member to the family. I'm as nervous as when Meredith was about to arrive. Up to now I've only seen pictures, I haven't seen the baby yet. The adoption process is totally different from the natural one. The baby was brought over from Germany and housed in a couple of loving homes in Florida, waiting for me to come along and make it welcome and as happy as it is going to make me. Jenni and I were laying in bed last night talking about fixing up a room, coming up with names, how this new family member has never played in the snow before. I am a ball of nervous energy waiting for the first meeting. I have most of my papers in order but we still have to wait for some of Jenni's to get here, which could be today or tomorrow. I tied to see it last night but it was already put down for the evening, so I get to see it today, if we get along o.k. I will continue the adoption process. If not? Well I'll be a very depressed boy for a while. But I'll make it somehow. Sorry for the short post. I will hopefully have lots of pictures and stuff real soon.

Thanks to Travis and Liz for Tuesday night, I 'trick or treated' their domicile that evening, and got three yummy candy bars and a very fresh fruit drink to boot. I was a bit worried when Travis came at me with a sword, but I parried, and we were thrust into conversation and the aggression was foiled.

The word of the day?
Dirigible, (like the Hindenburg) not a blimp an Airship.

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So I hope to be able to share some good news about being mobile again soon, I'm working a deal which is far from cast in stone so I have to be hopeful, but not get the cart in front of the horse. By Saturday or Sunday I should have something to report.
So I got a partial post from Mondays recap to show up, but there is still no explanation for the part that crashes the upload. I must have had some bad voodoo, or something in the last part of that post because it will not upload.

I tore into the BMW on Sunday, when the weather was nice and the sun was out. The shifter and center console are are all in the back seat, the actual shift mechanism is still in the vehicle, but that is where my problems lie. The lever on the bottom of the shifter is snapped off, and I could not find the connection point to the tranny, but I wouldn't be able to do anything with it even if I had. I'm going to have to call Edwards and have them put on a new one. or a used one or something. Maybe I can find one at Brothers and put it on myself, maybe pigs can fly. Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday.

The black mist is back on Lost, and it killed Mr. Ecko. I thought Ecko had a greater purpose, and am confused by this turn of events, and next week is the last one until January... ...bastards!

Keep your fingers crossed for me on the Good News about my mobility. I need a little good Karma thrown my way, and My Name is Not Earl.
Chuck Pace © 2006
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Halloween at the Box. A light and deadly (lively? ) crowd, the scary music on the jukebox, the haunting of another evening. There was almost nobody at the Chatterbox on Halloween, the place was really dead. Behind the bar was DeAnne "The Wrath" Roth, on the stool side sat Mike "Slices" Wilson, Rich "Kilt 'em" Culy, Jody "Fricassee" Frick, Mel "slab 'em" Shoffner, Kay "fingers" Niedenthal, Peter "Pumpkin carver" Park and Jack "still above the Green." In such scary company I moved o the jukebox and was terrified by the song selections on all Hallows Eve. Songs like Witchcraft, the arsonist's delights Light My Fire and His Latest Flame, Paint it Black, Don't Be Cruel, Black Magic Woman, I Fall to Pieces, Rise, Breathless, Woodchoppers Ball, Love Her Madly, The Man That Got Away, and so many more, but the most obvious tie-in to the holiday, the one showing the least restraint, Unchained Melody. It was a relatively short night, and we all made our ways home to the warmth of our friends or loved ones just after 8:00 (when the boils and ghouls are supposed to return to their crypts with sugar instead of blood treats).
Rebecca "Post Martum" kept calling me to ask about Jenni, but I think she really wanted a heads-up on Rich's where abouts.

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