tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59528882024-03-14T12:21:57.935-05:00Land of the Rising...IRE!!aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.comBlogger908125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-44825314500502050492022-09-12T14:22:00.001-05:002022-09-12T14:24:39.513-05:00Evening out<p>It was time to even things out with the hip joints. After some fits-and-starts with scheduling, I eventually got back in to see Dr. Parvizi at Rothman again. My biggest fear was that he was going to say, "Let's wait and see for 6 months." That would have been totally contrary to my plans to leave employment with the CIty by the end of this year. As my luck would have it though, he recommended a labrum repair to match lefty with ol' righty. </p><p>Going in to the surgery was low-key terrifying this time. Whereas in the first go-round, I had been so laid up for so long, I was happy for anything that promised to help, this time I was actually feeling pretty OK before the surgery and I wasn't keen on the discomfort an immobilization to come. I had been traumatized by some of the more acute pain episodes--feeling like my bladder was going to burst along with my hip as I hobbled to the bathroom at Jefferson on the day of the surgery, followed by an opiate-induced constipation episode which I wouldn't wish on anyone, and ultimately just the pain of hobbling around and recovering. </p><p></p><p>I could have just chilled a bit. Recovery from the first surgery was honestly quite good. Aside from the pain, I was riding my bike to work about ten days after surgery, and was able to resume fairly full activity about a month later. This time, things were even speedier and required very little in the way of pain management. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br />Within a few days I was walking with 'crutches optional' and then was able to tootle around on a brief bike ride to Harbor Freight on Wednesday--just 8 days after the operation. I probably could have made it happen on Sunday, but I'm actually somewhat wiser than I was 9 years ago, and less eager to push my limits. </p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/EKYHjYHeZmZ0O5siakEJ_zLf2ebtm_TM4POD5RDo8RFhxytue-Gti0KxiCvxgYih1cltPiQV_32BcXFjRRLWj_5J-PR59q9A1lhh4wzKH18MoAkRzAgOLd0JA1ITubWrDLHekzoe1zAGxVWSU_dEjdQa1ydaMmHY4uQEhG9KkU6_4o6qCkxr3hsjenNSwE-ZmlCunGxkoDeX3SmUx93XwuXLLpB9_wszFO3sWAbx7aHX3UgBJ2enZv3e_yGjGexuBABCqKOhClENahNqr7fWMO3M5I0dCp5xsJR51sjyprXDoLRqGoKsky7iD3CFxaPlIe5Vg6ggLoCr0tN5bWFQAdt_TrX5mVb_w9_1CEViiWzW-B73EiYLzZYsULsIQdCHvtif8l0LdrmBAZi5f1R-deQAq7T3ng8kpB4p7br-caFuE_h9TLFyRDyLwpPMcZcoYN1WbPy4sl_1sJjp-6bsMv0PGwOFc0ofnHmqfSCwIh8b9Bq-t5M21XJ5QSkhMBwGWDLZ4PhU_cj6nmBEQzs1uw-35SaIXbunnK0Z3rBKZ_eBwc9hdKr8e1ygv58PkVRF5pTKRKN2bjMr60YpjVngk0RyXOUc74tpeEcUlK3x4m9Hl-_5aJJQtQOxYbwcG7xF7U3S3_H5FoHBnXB10licl19z-v3GV_Skkn416eGe21kTnbBsqTk6IqQCBn8uhHkFiOyhPuYOyYgQIlCr0FJu4opmHxg7eWp0cwWzqkGsXRO0LkXVDviT5qSLLGZ1EmBfs3EEMHbjUOq87ZcQpeo1ZVKLoK9Ywm_HApev8hXWXdwwFLRzOZUdZ1TnZU7oLlsnzdIU4TfiCcBqeozD_to2yxiaNrab79YkFiaI9IC4lriacXiH4RSVrfMrQi5dTqJzuP6X9riw36uoQdkZylSBbNpVLGTr82HP-YImPlj0nwyduo36rOAV-w2qGihJFP_p5DqP_aafI4j8YQc4=s927-no?authuser=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="927" data-original-width="521" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/EKYHjYHeZmZ0O5siakEJ_zLf2ebtm_TM4POD5RDo8RFhxytue-Gti0KxiCvxgYih1cltPiQV_32BcXFjRRLWj_5J-PR59q9A1lhh4wzKH18MoAkRzAgOLd0JA1ITubWrDLHekzoe1zAGxVWSU_dEjdQa1ydaMmHY4uQEhG9KkU6_4o6qCkxr3hsjenNSwE-ZmlCunGxkoDeX3SmUx93XwuXLLpB9_wszFO3sWAbx7aHX3UgBJ2enZv3e_yGjGexuBABCqKOhClENahNqr7fWMO3M5I0dCp5xsJR51sjyprXDoLRqGoKsky7iD3CFxaPlIe5Vg6ggLoCr0tN5bWFQAdt_TrX5mVb_w9_1CEViiWzW-B73EiYLzZYsULsIQdCHvtif8l0LdrmBAZi5f1R-deQAq7T3ng8kpB4p7br-caFuE_h9TLFyRDyLwpPMcZcoYN1WbPy4sl_1sJjp-6bsMv0PGwOFc0ofnHmqfSCwIh8b9Bq-t5M21XJ5QSkhMBwGWDLZ4PhU_cj6nmBEQzs1uw-35SaIXbunnK0Z3rBKZ_eBwc9hdKr8e1ygv58PkVRF5pTKRKN2bjMr60YpjVngk0RyXOUc74tpeEcUlK3x4m9Hl-_5aJJQtQOxYbwcG7xF7U3S3_H5FoHBnXB10licl19z-v3GV_Skkn416eGe21kTnbBsqTk6IqQCBn8uhHkFiOyhPuYOyYgQIlCr0FJu4opmHxg7eWp0cwWzqkGsXRO0LkXVDviT5qSLLGZ1EmBfs3EEMHbjUOq87ZcQpeo1ZVKLoK9Ywm_HApev8hXWXdwwFLRzOZUdZ1TnZU7oLlsnzdIU4TfiCcBqeozD_to2yxiaNrab79YkFiaI9IC4lriacXiH4RSVrfMrQi5dTqJzuP6X9riw36uoQdkZylSBbNpVLGTr82HP-YImPlj0nwyduo36rOAV-w2qGihJFP_p5DqP_aafI4j8YQc4=w180-h320?authuser=0" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mc'Crutchin Bakery<br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Perhaps the best part about recovery this time is that I actually have been able to use some of my tremendous stockpile of sick leave. The ability to check out fully, and just focus on recovery rather than worry about getting back to work has been huge for my mental health, and I think that the markedly better sleep made possible by that relaxation really sped my recovery. Turns out that sleep is good for you! Go figure. </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/sEjStmhtk6pe5iFdCdAOMosAC3vazsn8jNdJjfEnzSNzP-ynqJrTmdb6vwtwQSSWG2iNoZL_7Q6brOr9ylpiLPs-kuOmTTvAJQigCxHM0VrneGZNvvHVQlPrR76Brt_9S4za5_RHOCFaVK5GF1b41XxscyQC4PGSpixvs75kUt7O_mavueFEO9UM3_ldVemSg9G2_722P5YtXTKBL0EBOJ55aX8vm3XgBPUOjOALVUw9KBR2dD7K5Dd65a5QcPDmbzRgRm8LL2Md2fFwGL_IRwzmtdMbgz7H66BA02IG5MzX-Ja0tbqU53MpXjzFHHY1Vz_VRHhjwLCqBJS60TG6JL7by0jaFlmlgA94iVQKYpE0JDNWELrR4sqdGvDlKlBg3mx8Z-yaoQMzqWnAMJbM3g4XtAx0X_saD88mfTmxbZq8E5Xs3zbeL4mHfgdQuJGrDojS60SV8IiQ7Nj38NxY0qT8e1q-wxjimivWWIRIXqZQi1ArIq3qDRzI1lLkfENLVZ46VMkDY7G7B2NKoCUUhl7ddXR-UYcyLwWlZtfrix_g2Us6E28SGGQykSei-dOFd3azlumTUFfEAKsHGJDrV_H3Xx0ueovHn-UnsXlfC2l_OZmUAlrChqxXWbyiA4jwy_EEAkqcKQP-3G-TUtFIyVwJ9vbNWhvWUr1QDRZ6GaTUU7HvUtC1YSMmcW0zPTREJUe5FgNEq_TyuJ2hRLpGJ_57V3m_ylKyQFBWeV0sDlis_0Z7r6VCO7OBAGVZu-4TGNXJ7DSmQqna3y9aM9y5HYOlZifM8eJg9JUKAAk3AOqm2pt3j10Fa8DQvCROyM-MXMvvf8IP-e6JNHPZ2kV_751cGSYq6DspEL0Wu3s9m16XF4_7vZQBjM3KW2KIPcwOuWOWWcMataHnVWhCD2JVJzOrWhQgBB_Vl8GZ7KBiTyB4y400eexsrC3G5z9CjHmkXCVd8y8UWi9t3lee=s927-no?authuser=0" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="927" data-original-width="521" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/sEjStmhtk6pe5iFdCdAOMosAC3vazsn8jNdJjfEnzSNzP-ynqJrTmdb6vwtwQSSWG2iNoZL_7Q6brOr9ylpiLPs-kuOmTTvAJQigCxHM0VrneGZNvvHVQlPrR76Brt_9S4za5_RHOCFaVK5GF1b41XxscyQC4PGSpixvs75kUt7O_mavueFEO9UM3_ldVemSg9G2_722P5YtXTKBL0EBOJ55aX8vm3XgBPUOjOALVUw9KBR2dD7K5Dd65a5QcPDmbzRgRm8LL2Md2fFwGL_IRwzmtdMbgz7H66BA02IG5MzX-Ja0tbqU53MpXjzFHHY1Vz_VRHhjwLCqBJS60TG6JL7by0jaFlmlgA94iVQKYpE0JDNWELrR4sqdGvDlKlBg3mx8Z-yaoQMzqWnAMJbM3g4XtAx0X_saD88mfTmxbZq8E5Xs3zbeL4mHfgdQuJGrDojS60SV8IiQ7Nj38NxY0qT8e1q-wxjimivWWIRIXqZQi1ArIq3qDRzI1lLkfENLVZ46VMkDY7G7B2NKoCUUhl7ddXR-UYcyLwWlZtfrix_g2Us6E28SGGQykSei-dOFd3azlumTUFfEAKsHGJDrV_H3Xx0ueovHn-UnsXlfC2l_OZmUAlrChqxXWbyiA4jwy_EEAkqcKQP-3G-TUtFIyVwJ9vbNWhvWUr1QDRZ6GaTUU7HvUtC1YSMmcW0zPTREJUe5FgNEq_TyuJ2hRLpGJ_57V3m_ylKyQFBWeV0sDlis_0Z7r6VCO7OBAGVZu-4TGNXJ7DSmQqna3y9aM9y5HYOlZifM8eJg9JUKAAk3AOqm2pt3j10Fa8DQvCROyM-MXMvvf8IP-e6JNHPZ2kV_751cGSYq6DspEL0Wu3s9m16XF4_7vZQBjM3KW2KIPcwOuWOWWcMataHnVWhCD2JVJzOrWhQgBB_Vl8GZ7KBiTyB4y400eexsrC3G5z9CjHmkXCVd8y8UWi9t3lee=s320-no?authuser=0" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2 days post surgery, working away in the dungeon.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />I'm hopefull that things continue to improve at this pace. It would be so awesome to be OK'd for mountain biking following my 4 week check up next Wednesday.<br /><p></p>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-77942734840565096152020-06-12T14:17:00.001-05:002020-06-12T14:17:29.144-05:00HOPEGood song from a prolific songwriter.<br />
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look carefully around 2:17 to see some philly skyline.aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-47555827431963775362020-04-30T14:26:00.001-05:002022-09-26T11:52:22.908-05:00The 19#<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IqdqSHOr7Dg/Xp98usy3nrI/AAAAAAAAV2Y/B3A0_f01Yskmv8VLvvp4nuz2wRwhipxlQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200421_190455.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3036" data-original-width="4048" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IqdqSHOr7Dg/Xp98usy3nrI/AAAAAAAAV2Y/B3A0_f01Yskmv8VLvvp4nuz2wRwhipxlQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200421_190455.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For people in our luck situation, COVID-19 is not really that bad. Here we have morel mushrooms on a wild-nettle bisque. Make do, and make tasty.<br /></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-34755009006007626672020-03-30T22:11:00.001-05:002020-03-30T22:11:43.595-05:00COVID CruiseI like riding at night. It is particularly nice to do so when there are only a few cars on the road. That is one up-side of the pandemic I guess.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LlP34cCXJqI/XoK07XBJaQI/AAAAAAAATXY/u0889CZ0wyMGTa5CJlZpuUbz5lI6zTDrgCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200330_202803-01.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style=" margin-right: 1em;margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LlP34cCXJqI/XoK07XBJaQI/AAAAAAAATXY/u0889CZ0wyMGTa5CJlZpuUbz5lI6zTDrgCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200330_202803-01.jpeg" border="0" data-original-width="3036" data-original-height="4048" width="463" height="617" class=" " title="" alt=""></a></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-42625419986172926222020-03-09T16:54:00.001-05:002020-03-30T22:09:10.738-05:00Fanciest thing I've ever found on a fire hydrant<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HRcnZ4nqZ3c/Xma7fRbAuBI/AAAAAAAATCc/PR9eDMsdkVUfcxMzL2SO-H2QxNK-MvSdwCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200309_105636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HRcnZ4nqZ3c/Xma7fRbAuBI/AAAAAAAATCc/PR9eDMsdkVUfcxMzL2SO-H2QxNK-MvSdwCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200309_105636.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3036" data-original-height="4048" width="240" height="320"></a></div>This lovely jacket was draped over a fire hydrant at the end of my block. The most wonderful thing about it of course is that it fits me perfectly!<div><br></div><div>If that wasn't good enough, I encountered this jacket while I was wearing a lovely lightweight Castelli windbreaker that I had found elsewhere in Philadelphia. Garbage clothes? Yes please!</div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-16471226867994530762020-02-28T11:18:00.002-05:002020-02-28T11:18:12.705-05:00Redirect.I've really enjoyed reading the Red Kite Prayer blog over the years. Smart, melancholy people who love bicycling like I do.<br />
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This <a href="https://redkiteprayer.com/2020/02/friday-group-ride-488/">Friday Group Ride post</a> from early February hit me today. It's a reflection on the selfish (or not) pursuit of cycling. Why the self-inflicted pain for uncertain gains? I dunno, but to me it seems better than the alternative.<br />
<br />aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-50051986680758221172020-02-26T20:15:00.001-05:002020-02-26T20:15:18.078-05:00Can you say Stockholm syndrome?The first review tells you all you need to know about expectations for SEPTA.<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8OydTZKbDl8/XlcYFVC39JI/AAAAAAAAS8Y/EwI9qiNeQrE7ugGwNNkra79jKqRUUHRoQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot_20200226-201106.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8OydTZKbDl8/XlcYFVC39JI/AAAAAAAAS8Y/EwI9qiNeQrE7ugGwNNkra79jKqRUUHRoQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot_20200226-201106.png" border="0" data-original-width="1080" data-original-height="1920" width="180" height="320"></a></div></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-48775036861976811502020-02-26T09:52:00.001-05:002020-02-26T09:52:10.079-05:00Feeling a little tired, and a lot creeped out.Jennifer's been on a work trip for the last few days, and as is my custom, i've been sleeping like shit. Partly that is my own doing--need to go to bed earlier--and partly it's that I really like having her around.<br />
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And now, with bleary eyes, i'm reading <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/12/19/opinion/location-tracking-cell-phone.html">this piece</a> from the New York Times, titled "One Nation, Tracked." Pretty f'n creepy. On to this bit, "<a href="https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/12/19/opinion/location-tracking-privacy-tips.html">How to Protect Yourself</a>". aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-18217762341630784702020-02-17T12:45:00.003-05:002020-02-17T12:45:09.903-05:00Necessity is the mother of invention<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_31DB5CjLfs/XkrRJDNSZ-I/AAAAAAAASxE/f-nMJAGYo64sAlBFYAcfOgnRym_MqPN-ACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200217_121005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_31DB5CjLfs/XkrRJDNSZ-I/AAAAAAAASxE/f-nMJAGYo64sAlBFYAcfOgnRym_MqPN-ACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200217_121005.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="4048" data-original-height="3036" width="320" height="240"></a></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;">And sometimes you just need a steering wheel instead of handlebars.</div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-40188560446357664862020-02-13T09:54:00.003-05:002020-02-13T09:54:37.349-05:00Coffee guyOne thing that I love about Philly is that it's kind of a village. It's a big, dirty, and often rude village, but a village nonetheless. I've got my auto paint guys, I've got the Mexican store, the Chinese corner store, and even the folks at the local Petsmart know me as the dude who always goes to buy more shrimp for his aquarium.<br />
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My favorite village find right now is <a href="https://www.greenstreetcoffee.com/">Greene Street Coffee Roasters.</a> I can swing by the roastery before work and shoot the shit with <a href="https://www.greenstreetcoffee.com/our-team/">Chris </a>the owner. He hooks me up with what is fresh and tasty. Sometimes I get it straight out of the roaster, so fresh it's crackling still.<br />
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Dope.aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-5571548631618792242020-02-06T20:08:00.001-05:002020-02-06T20:08:04.957-05:00Happy birthday JenniferHuong Tram delivers the flavor of 40.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JXp4XT254ys/Xjy4bjiDdBI/AAAAAAAASqk/eC9r-ZQs0HQv2A_oLRUB2M-OjrpWB-GywCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200206_193317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JXp4XT254ys/Xjy4bjiDdBI/AAAAAAAASqk/eC9r-ZQs0HQv2A_oLRUB2M-OjrpWB-GywCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200206_193317.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="4048" data-original-height="3036" width="320" height="240"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;">But they had a little help from the umami blaster.</div><div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4m9VeZrcRHw/Xjy4cxbkN2I/AAAAAAAASqs/2ZuoFyToyr8o3cnRYIoG0zTzTMSYoazcgCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200206_200356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4m9VeZrcRHw/Xjy4cxbkN2I/AAAAAAAASqs/2ZuoFyToyr8o3cnRYIoG0zTzTMSYoazcgCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200206_200356.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3036" data-original-height="4048" width="240" height="320"></a></div><br></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-90256786243079933812020-01-30T11:53:00.001-05:002020-02-06T20:05:14.856-05:00Benton ham15 lbs of aged Tennessee ham. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BS8U0hmGVk0/XjMJ_Xr3MEI/AAAAAAAASkw/2O9cZ1PzDRwF-QR8aaDHHjtonri0n7blwCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200125_195002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BS8U0hmGVk0/XjMJ_Xr3MEI/AAAAAAAASkw/2O9cZ1PzDRwF-QR8aaDHHjtonri0n7blwCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200125_195002.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="4048" data-original-height="3036" width="320" height="240"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Delivered to our door, smoking up the joint.</div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-55213250533335740952020-01-29T19:02:00.001-05:002020-01-29T19:02:05.011-05:00SPIESVladimir Putin is living in Jennifer's desk stand!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6Sv81DTEJwA/XjIc-4wzoTI/AAAAAAAASkE/Axa0sJDfVYkgvgUG1u3n49RoblIc019uACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Photo_20200129_190111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=" margin-right: 1em;margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6Sv81DTEJwA/XjIc-4wzoTI/AAAAAAAASkE/Axa0sJDfVYkgvgUG1u3n49RoblIc019uACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Photo_20200129_190111.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="4048" data-original-height="3036" width="465" height="620" class=" " title="" alt=""></a></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-71133438070958398182020-01-23T18:35:00.003-05:002020-01-23T18:35:50.359-05:00Just another day in Philadelphia.You know, some orange haired asshole is under investigation for misdeeds against the country. the other orange haired asshole one is being accused of punching a kid.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ACOGDyDUZYI/Xiot1WSeQiI/AAAAAAAASfw/Bst6nrmp0Jge98OylrvlcXgE69YTPXfLQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200123_085517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ACOGDyDUZYI/Xiot1WSeQiI/AAAAAAAASfw/Bst6nrmp0Jge98OylrvlcXgE69YTPXfLQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG_20200123_085517.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="3036" data-original-height="4048" width="567" height="756" class=" " title="" alt=""></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-62474478225761015992020-01-13T10:23:00.001-05:002020-01-16T09:04:43.987-05:00Finding some reserveThe last week was a blur of work which culminated when a crick in my neck and summer serious lingering fatigue. It's my hope that I can pull together enough reserve energy not to just dog it this week.aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-87710584970622146792020-01-12T13:07:00.001-05:002020-01-12T13:21:12.808-05:00Yes, The info is accurate.What a wild and warm day in January.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EVPzuj2aors/XhtgeZxOMjI/AAAAAAAASbI/8IA1TpLPbCYRUQb8mEbTi-N2nzVzLUmAwCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot_20200112-115209.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EVPzuj2aors/XhtgeZxOMjI/AAAAAAAASbI/8IA1TpLPbCYRUQb8mEbTi-N2nzVzLUmAwCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot_20200112-115209.png" border="0" data-original-width="1080" data-original-height="1920" width="180" height="320"></a>nevermind, it's actually 66 degrees now.</div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-24293102223480489292020-01-10T18:28:00.001-05:002020-01-10T18:29:09.336-05:00Work warpThis week has been a blur of editing and writing on the next phase of bike share. Turns out contracts are not my strong suit. But that's okay I guess I'm just not a lawyer.aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-34205789658372285912020-01-03T18:13:00.000-05:002020-01-03T18:13:05.489-05:00Head like the cloudsThat is to say, grey, crenelated and wet. That could also apply to my attitude. All the steam from my earlier positivity ebbed out over the last two days. I'm working on a set of tasks at work that are both complicated and tedious. There are also a bunch of other things that are lingering over me and that I just don't like to do. <br />
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I think that I gravitate towards bike riding because of its limited complication. In terms of the machine, you can see almost everything there is to mess with or fix. In terms of the activity, there is nuance, but overall it's simple: push your legs and thereby remove tiny molecules of rubber from the perimeter of your tires. Repeat this on an infinite loop over the course of many miles and many hours. <br />
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<br />aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-11801328241602157482020-01-02T10:20:00.001-05:002020-01-02T10:20:18.701-05:00Good giftPatrick knows my taste: crazy=good.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jiMMFARa6hA/Xg4KMRD-QwI/AAAAAAAASWs/hoIB7aqWamISNzwF6L1oL1mFJcQbjQIYACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Photo_20200102_101919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jiMMFARa6hA/Xg4KMRD-QwI/AAAAAAAASWs/hoIB7aqWamISNzwF6L1oL1mFJcQbjQIYACNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Photo_20200102_101919.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="4048" data-original-height="3036" width="320" height="426" class=" " title="" alt=""></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-84635860234627128782020-01-01T09:02:00.001-05:002020-01-01T09:02:32.792-05:00New year, new breadI'm getting back into bread magic. Good ol microbes, flour, water, salt, TIME, and heat. <div><br></div><div>With wetter dough, there is less need to knead. This is a good thing. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Pl0R0l_QgI/Xgymdx6E96I/AAAAAAAASVs/cImdyKhLzYcW4fz1ay8175_R2LsXQLwWQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG-20191231-WA0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Pl0R0l_QgI/Xgymdx6E96I/AAAAAAAASVs/cImdyKhLzYcW4fz1ay8175_R2LsXQLwWQCNcBGAsYHQ/s1600/IMG-20191231-WA0008.jpg" border="0" data-original-width="1200" data-original-height="1600" width="373" height="497" class=" " title="" alt=""></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-36159783269671546562019-12-31T18:13:00.002-05:002020-01-01T08:51:40.922-05:00attitude adjustmentEnded feeling like a total of schlub last week. Squishy and unhappy. Then I had a great weekend with 2 bike rides with friends and a food adventure with Cheryl to Le Mandingue in West Philly. <div><br></div><div><br></div>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-44070273641428060472019-12-27T10:51:00.000-05:002019-12-27T10:51:51.081-05:001.5 LingualMy Spanish studies paid off a little just now!! I answered a call from a woman who needed help with something home related, but she only spoke Spanish. I was able to (mostly) redirect her to the correct spot, or at least tell her that she'd called the wrong number by mistake. She also helped me out a bit by speaking slowly and clearly once I'd gotten out, "No hablo bien español." aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-30834917425025360472019-12-27T10:43:00.002-05:002019-12-27T10:43:54.380-05:00New FormatAs the obvious increase in mean posting time indicates, I'm not a regular blogger anymore. My communication habits, responsibilities and time constraints have evolved to the degree that this just isn't a part of my life anymore. I do really like the way that I can reference the blog in the way I would a journal though. Even though the blog itself is public, the forum feels more private than not--gotta look pretty hard on the internet to find it.<br />
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In any case, I'm going to try something different for a few weeks to see if it sticks--one sentence journaling. The plan is to write one or two sentences about something that I'm thinking. My plan is to try to frame the day, or at least something relevant about the day, with the text. I might try to add in photos where it's easily available, but my goal is not to get hung up on formatting or content so much as to get back in the groove with things.<br />
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<a href="https://www.livinglanguage.com/community/discussion/262/what-is-gannbatte"><b>頑張ります!!</b></a>aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-66538602714136355392018-09-28T10:04:00.001-05:002018-09-28T10:04:26.294-05:00Hookey <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Yesterday I took some liberties with the traditional 9-5 (or 6:30, or 7) schedule that I typically keep. I needed to do some concentrated writing, and typically can't do that well in the office. SO I opted to take the day and 'work at home'. I figured that I'd clear my mind first, and do a nice long bike ride to get the blood moving, and to kill some of the fidgetyness that has been building over the past few rainy, overworked weeks. </div>
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I took a long ride up the Green Ribbon Trail and ended up around Mile 5, near Gwynedd Township. I stopped for a couple of minutes and then pulled out my tenkara rod for some sunfishing. The weather was warm and sunny and it was perfect to be standing around in a creek for a couple of hours. Given that I was already 30 hours in to my work week on a Thursday, I just stayed out. </div>
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I remounted my bike to head home at about 1:30, but took just a little detour to check out the lower reaches of the creek. I ended up stumbling onto the most incredible fishing hole that I'd ever seen. It was where all of the little fish go when they grow up. So i did what I had to do, and started fishing again. </div>
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Right after I caught this awesome bass, I also caught the first of what would end up being 8 yellow jacket stings. I have no idea what I did to them, but they sure as shit stung the crap out of me! The first one was on my eyebrow and was quite the surprise. Then came the second through 5th in rapid succession. It was terrifying--you just don't know where they're coming from, but you can hear the buzzing and then all of a sudden a hot poker of pain jolts through wherever the little bastards landed. I am not the quickest, but I can take a hint. This was a definite sign that I had to get home, but it was quite the battle to get back to my bike which was leaned against a tree in the 'no go zone' patrolled by angry wasps. Fuckers got me on the ass, arm and side by the time that I was rolling. </div>
<br />aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04825737595006498461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952888.post-28089879436275087412018-06-25T11:06:00.002-05:002018-07-10T08:28:21.722-05:00Awesome Amigos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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