Monday, June 25, 2018

Awesome Amigos

After more than seven years living his life as a solo goldfish, we finally realized that Mr. Fish was lonely.  Though he's had dozens of generations of guppies to keep him company over the intervening years, they just aren't the same as a friend of the same species. My parents tipped us off last summer during their visit, and we made a run to the big box Monster Pets.  It's close to our house, and does have 'stuff' for pets, but loses major points on service and quality and vibe. We left sans-fish, and with a bit of a bad taste in the mouth.  This year I opted to widen my net, and rode up to Worldwide Aquarium and Pets in Roxborough with panniers and aspirations of a cool friend for Mr. Fish.  

The shop was set off a dingy parking lot on Ridge Avenue, reminding me of my childhood pet paradaise, The Ark in Ames' campustown.  It had all the right features. 

Petshop smell? Check.
Dark room full of tanks of exotic fish? Check.
Surly, yet helpful staff? Check.
New best friend? Check!

 After looking through the various tanks of wondrous fish from around the world, I found the tank of subunkin goldfish and locked eyes (well one of his, two of mine) with a calico with mirrored scales.  He goes by the name of Shabu-Shabu, or just Shabu for short, and he's accompanied by Shelby, the giant pond snail. 

Mr. Fish and Shabu are now inseparable, though that's mostly because they are living in the same 55 gallon stock tank.  That said, they seem to enjoy chasing each other around, and eating fish food together.  Match made in heaven. 

Monday, May 07, 2018

The Club

We've been members since last year, when they were taking in new applicants, but it took until last night to eat there.  House rules forbid me from going into detail about what transpired within the doors, but let me say that Eric and I left quite satisfied. 

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Hunterdon was Hell on my wheel

So I made it to the line in time to start with the first wave, which was great. Great that is until about mile 30 when some bonehead decided to ride into my rear wheel. I lost FOUR spokes, but was able to true it up enough to ride the remaining 50 miles of the route.

On the plus side, it gave me a good excuse to take er easy.

Saturday, March 03, 2018

Man of the Yunk

Windy today, so I kept my ride close to home and was rewarded with a fantastic sunset.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

My bread game is on

I think after years of trying I finally figured out how to make bread. The key for me is patience. This shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who knows me. Most of the time I just don't give my bread the time. I've made a great number of tasty hockey pucks, leaden loaves, and baguette bats.

With enough kneading, the right amount of yeast, and just a bit more patience, things turn out much better.

Thursday, February 08, 2018


Something like 2 million people showed up for the

parade and celebration in Center City Philadelphia today. They were jubilant, and made one hell of a mess.

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

This is the kind of town we live in.

I'm still trying to figure out what all the fuss is about. But Philadelphia loves its Iggles!

Sunday, February 04, 2018

When there is a light at the end of the tunnel

Sometimes it actually is a train. I went for a ride that included a quarter mile section of dark tunnel where the CSX line runs along the Schuylkill. Turns out the line is active! I heard the train whistle with about 50 meters left to ride until daylight. A bit of extra exhilaration in my endurance ride.

Thursday, February 01, 2018

It looks bigger in a panorama

I'm still moving into my office after about a month, but it is great to have a door and a bit more space. Also, windows are cool.  They still let in the sound of hundreds of thousands of football fans, but filtered through two panes of glass. 

Thursday, January 25, 2018

I can do it all by myself

Who needs professional pogies when you can cobble together something from old couch leather and a clapped out rain jacket?

Bar- mitts are fantastic for rides below freezing. Just one light pair of gloves and away we go.