Tuesday, November 29, 2005

it's a miracle


I've caught the bug. I've really started to getting serious about carpentry. My father planted the seed long ago, and I've always loved to build, but I'm really starting to learn. From failures and mistakes. By doing things the hard way, then discovering there's an easier way. Or a better tool. I've added a couple pics of my two latest projects. The stool is a gift. The easel for me. More projects, and in turn more art, to come.


So Mary is weeping blood. Again. Or so they say at a church (building) in Sacramento, CA. The truth is I'm a self labeled skeptic, but this time I'm not really sure if it matters to me whether or not it's true. You can decide that for yourself. The part of the story that truly makes me sad is the fact that, and I quote (which you can tell by the quotation marks), "They say most of [the blood] was smudged off by souvenir hunters..." Watch out for it on eBay. If this time it truly is a miracle, do you think that God is somewhere saying to Moses & the woman at the well & Ray Charles, "See, I told you guys. It happens every time. Every time I send a miracle to the world someone has to make a profit off of my work. Look what happened to duct tape, and Marilyn Monroe. Here we go again..." Just two of God's many miracles.


Saturday, November 19, 2005

the wedding

I've been to the top of the mountain. And it is good.

How many of you can say you've been to a Klingon wedding? Now I can. So can Jess. We just came back from Valley of Fire, where we attended an honest to goodness Klingon wedding ceremony. Who the guilty parties are and from where I know them is beside the point. IT WAS A KLINGON WEDDING! I truly have never been to anything remotely like it. Costumes, fighting, bad acting, cold pizza; it was the real deal. I don't know that describing it could do it justice, so I've posted a picture.

Congratulations David and Suzanne.

And thank you. tlho' SoH

Sunday, November 13, 2005

El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora La Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula

Back from the weekend in Los Angeles. The city of angels. The city of angles. The city of models. Swimmin' pools, movie stars, palm trees, everlasting sun, everlasting sushi, sea, sand, surf, actorswriterssingersdancers, the unemployment line, actors who pretend to be governor, governors who pretend to be actors, the Socialist Republic of Santa Monica, Ed Harris, Andy McDowell, over-priced gasoline, SUVs, smog, traffic, stripmall hell, breast implants, chin implants, butt implants, hair transplants, traffic, earthquakes, traffic, traffic, No Parking Anytime Except on Sunday, and some of the best friends I've ever had on this, or any other planet.

My Dad is a Vet. Friday was his day. He's proud. I am too.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

pirate's booty

Update. Because I know you've all been wondering, "how'd they do it?" It seems that the Seaborn Spirit, part of Carnival Cruise Line, was armed with a sonic weapon that caused the pirates to flee. Who knew Kathy Lee Gifford was so tough!?

Monday, November 07, 2005

What's in a name?

This is only my second week now and I've been labeled a "Hobo Blogger." Apparently a Hobo Blogger is one who only blogs every once in a while. Kinda comes and goes, if you will. Sorry DC, I think that makes you a Hobo as well. My friend, Randi (you can read one of her 27 or so blogs here - randi m) says one of her friends coined the phrase, and since I'm deathly afraid of being labeled something, I'm gonna do my best to stay current. And which is it that makes me a Yuppie, now, blogging or working on a car? Wow, I'm certainly deathly afraid of being a yuppie. This could be an issue.

Question. When does being "particular" about how you like things turn into Obsessive Compulsive Disorder? Like the way you eat. This came up at work today. When I eat something with sugar on the outside, like say a sugar cookie or some other tasty treat, I prefer, or rather I need to eat it with the sugar side down so that the sweetness of the sugar hits my tongue before it gets mixed up in the rest of the bite. Am I the only one here? And no, Eric, that's not the same as eating all of the topping off your pizza with a fork, then eating the saucy crust. That's just weird.

Pirates attacked a cruise ship off the coast of Somalia today. I'm sure there are all kinds of lessons to be learned here, the least of which maybe that there are actually still pirates sailing the seven seas. But let me just give a little word of advice. If your gonna go on a cruise, don't do it off the coast of Somalia.

I'm taking bets/suggestions on what to name the coming Miles child. Boy and girl names welcome.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Blogs away...

So I'm now blogging. I feel like a quote out of context.

This past weekend I ventured for the first time on my own into the world of non-routine automotive maintenance. I've changed oil. I've changed filters. I've changed tires. But this weekend power steerings were dis- and re-mantled, v-belts were replaced, and manifolds were... unfolded. I felt like Tom Hanks in Castaway when he finally gets the fire going. Like the first caveguy who came back to the, well, cave and said, "...I call it the WHEEL!" New brakes are soon to follow. Jess said the grease was sexy. It was.

Self discovery. My Mom was right. Again. I'm pretty sure she once (or 73 times) told me I would regret quitting piano lessons, and here I am, regretting having quit piano lessons. I do bang out a few chords from time to time here at the Carder Ranch & Lounge, and most of the time my playing sounds eerily like my father's. For the record though, Mom, I don't regret not learning to play the trumpet.