Merry X-mas +5,
We are in NH for the New Years week. We escaped Syracuse in between some of those famous Syracuse snowstorms. 65 inches so far this season, 1/2 way to the average total of 120 inches, the snowiest big city in N. America (probably S. America as well). This is where I would normally insert pictures of the pretty snow, but the camera didn't survive the last snowfall. Helen and I took it out x-country skiing around our neighborhood and it decided it didn't like the cold and refused to resuscitate.
So instead of pictures, I have a belated Xmas gift. This is mainly for Mom and Dad, who, being parents, can tolerate semi-creative things from their children better than non-parents.
Since moving to Syracuse 1.5 years ago, I started collecting piano musings again. I started reviewing them a few weeks ago and found I had 140 songs! I've spent the last few days reviewing them and picked out 40 of them, a more managable number that would fit on a CD. But being a bit lazy and a bit late for Xmas, rather than burning and sending a CD, I put them online.
You can download them from here:
http://brucewinter.net/songs
And/or you can listen to them online here:
http://bruce_songs.s3.amazonaws.com/bs.html
Merry x-Xmas and future happy New Year.
Love Bruce
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Merry Xmas-5,
Helen had her yearly epilepsy conference a few weeks ago, this time in Seattle. I tagged along and split my time between telecommuting from the hotel and playing tourist, while she played Doctor. Actually, I played Doctor one night. Was invited to a dinner with her, and they printed me up a name tag, Bruce Winter, MD:
When Seattle burned down, they fixed this problem by eroding dirt from the top of the hill to the bottom of the hill to raise the downtown streets up by one story, leaving the first story of the buildings underground and open.
I took this picture from the observation deck of the 76 story Coumbia tower (2nd tallest on the west coast). The bottom of this picture shows that historic district area. And in the upper center, if you squint real hard, you can see Paul and Mika's house:
I had a nice visit with Kim and McKenzie, including a visit to the Aquarium. We stayed at Paul and Mika's our last night there. They cooked us a wonderful salmon dinner. Malcolm was able to get on an earlier flight from his conference in San Fransisco and join us for a few hours.
Helen claims the the Winter/Kitamura ear, modeled here, are unique and similar. I'm not so sure.
The town square in downtown was a busy place, with lots of pretty lights and Xmas carolers.
They had all kinds of carolers, including an Irish tap dancing group with blinking lights. I took the picture of them after firing up my James Bond jet backpack to get a better view:
I requested and was granted a TMIO day (The Mountain Is Out, they really do have an acronym for that, as it is normally hidden in rain clouds). I tried to direct these birds to go fly around the mountain for a dramatic flying birds by mountain picture, but they looked at me as if I was some sort of crazy tourist with a camera:
Helen escaped the conference long enough to make a trip down to Pikes Farmers market:
Actually, this is one of those trick conference photos, where they let you pretend they actually let you out of the conference, but really you are in front of a blue screen. The dog is real though. He is a Epilepsy trained dog, that can help their owner when he/she has a seizure.
This a self portrait shot of downtown reflected from a window in the Space Needle. If you squint really really hard, you can see the Seattle football team loosing a game in the open air stadium (several of us were watching the scoreboard from one of the space needle telescopes):
Beautiful views from there. This is a sunset towards Bermerton. Also seen in this photo is a water spouting sea monster about to sink the Bermerton ferry:
Yes Dad, that is a flower photo. The rose was in the sea front rose garden, a bit weathered, but not bad for a rose in December. I actually had another photo like this, with the needle in focus and the rose out of focus, but figured you would disapprove of an out of focus rose, so picked this one.
Merry Xmas to all
Love Bruce
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Hi to All,
Time to share the tales of November. H and I biked to and explored another park, our 2nd one this year! This one had some cool steps carved out of rock:
We really have been negligent in exploring Upstate New York, home of the Finger lakes, the Adirondacks, and the worlds smallest church (I think 3 people can stand in it). We did finally visit the Big Apple a few weeks ago, stayed in White Planes with some friends. They drove us into town, to visit the Russian neighborhood in Brooklyn. Helen reveled in this huge Russian grocery store with lots of scary looking meat like products:
Here you can see they NY city skyline at the end of the Hudson river:
Other things done in November: I juggled with mystical semi-transparent balls (they become fully transparent when I drop them and they roll under various furnitures) while having a 3 foot sword plunged into my head, while a well dressed but delicate ceramic lady in a picture frame watched on in horror, fearing to be destroyed by a wayward juggling ball:
The weekend before Thanksgiving, Aya did something unhealthy while riding her bicycle down a steep hill on the RISD campus in Providence, without a helmet. She doesn't remember and no one saw what happened, but the end result was her lying in a pool of blood with her bike on top of her. An ambulance took her to the hospital, where she got to stay in bed for 2 days while they monitored a grade 3 liver laceration:
When we got there, she was in good spirits and not much pain, sporting an impressive black eye and stitches in the chin. Helen was in worse shape, thinking of what could have happened.
The liver behaved, so we brought her back with us, picking up Chloe from Wellesley College, and Nick from the airport for a lovely Thanksgiving Holiday week. Here we are exiting the latest James Bond movie. Check out Nick's cool shoes (click for a bigger picture). They are a thin rubber that fit around each toe, so you can run in them almost like running barefoot, but with some protection:
When Helen made some sushi, we discovered that when you eat sushi that has been warmed over candlelight, like this:
It will turn your hair into Japaneses style. That is Aya's puppet in the background, giving his approval (he sports a Mohawk):
We also had a a couple who both teach Physics at Temple University in Philadelphia join us for Thanksgiving. Here Helen and the she-part of the couple proudly display the 35 lb turkey:
We re-discovered what we had discovered last year but forgot: you really should have some sort of large basting pan before trying to cook a turkey. The stores sell out of those things, because there are many turkey battles being fought on T-day. We eventually won our battle, but only after much smoke and a slip-slidable greased up kitchen floor.
Nick and Chloe discovered some fun applications for their iPhone and iPod touches, including one that lets you play the iPhone like a flute. Here they are playing a game on them, while Aya makes a 2 inch clay sculpture of Chloe. The bear, as always, is the supervisor:
We had to let the kids go on Friday/Saturday, which was good as today (Sunday) we have nasty snow and ice. Here we are waiting for Chloe's 6 am bus:
This photo shows couples of 2 dramatically different cultures. On the left, a diverse 21st century, technology enabled couple, and on the right a cookie cutter 18th century, technology averse Amish couple. The one and only thing in common ... a Greyhound Bus.
Bruce
Time to share the tales of November. H and I biked to and explored another park, our 2nd one this year! This one had some cool steps carved out of rock:
We really have been negligent in exploring Upstate New York, home of the Finger lakes, the Adirondacks, and the worlds smallest church (I think 3 people can stand in it). We did finally visit the Big Apple a few weeks ago, stayed in White Planes with some friends. They drove us into town, to visit the Russian neighborhood in Brooklyn. Helen reveled in this huge Russian grocery store with lots of scary looking meat like products:
Here you can see they NY city skyline at the end of the Hudson river:
Other things done in November: I juggled with mystical semi-transparent balls (they become fully transparent when I drop them and they roll under various furnitures) while having a 3 foot sword plunged into my head, while a well dressed but delicate ceramic lady in a picture frame watched on in horror, fearing to be destroyed by a wayward juggling ball:
The weekend before Thanksgiving, Aya did something unhealthy while riding her bicycle down a steep hill on the RISD campus in Providence, without a helmet. She doesn't remember and no one saw what happened, but the end result was her lying in a pool of blood with her bike on top of her. An ambulance took her to the hospital, where she got to stay in bed for 2 days while they monitored a grade 3 liver laceration:
When we got there, she was in good spirits and not much pain, sporting an impressive black eye and stitches in the chin. Helen was in worse shape, thinking of what could have happened.
The liver behaved, so we brought her back with us, picking up Chloe from Wellesley College, and Nick from the airport for a lovely Thanksgiving Holiday week. Here we are exiting the latest James Bond movie. Check out Nick's cool shoes (click for a bigger picture). They are a thin rubber that fit around each toe, so you can run in them almost like running barefoot, but with some protection:
When Helen made some sushi, we discovered that when you eat sushi that has been warmed over candlelight, like this:
It will turn your hair into Japaneses style. That is Aya's puppet in the background, giving his approval (he sports a Mohawk):
We also had a a couple who both teach Physics at Temple University in Philadelphia join us for Thanksgiving. Here Helen and the she-part of the couple proudly display the 35 lb turkey:
We re-discovered what we had discovered last year but forgot: you really should have some sort of large basting pan before trying to cook a turkey. The stores sell out of those things, because there are many turkey battles being fought on T-day. We eventually won our battle, but only after much smoke and a slip-slidable greased up kitchen floor.
Nick and Chloe discovered some fun applications for their iPhone and iPod touches, including one that lets you play the iPhone like a flute. Here they are playing a game on them, while Aya makes a 2 inch clay sculpture of Chloe. The bear, as always, is the supervisor:
We had to let the kids go on Friday/Saturday, which was good as today (Sunday) we have nasty snow and ice. Here we are waiting for Chloe's 6 am bus:
This photo shows couples of 2 dramatically different cultures. On the left, a diverse 21st century, technology enabled couple, and on the right a cookie cutter 18th century, technology averse Amish couple. The one and only thing in common ... a Greyhound Bus.
Bruce
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Happy Falls,
We have been Falling it up here. Biked to a Russian festival a few weekends ago. This on our way, at a downtown fountain that is right in the middle of what used to be the Erie Canal:
This is where Syracuse made its big bucks 100 years ago, loading up locally dried salt from local brine piped up from ice age generated underground salt reservoirs. It was know as the Salt City, until they found cheaper ways to get salt (probably buying those blue cartons of it for 49 cents at the grocery store), and built railroads.
We also found another Irish festival in a park. But the only picture I have of those trip is of this Irishman and his pretty girl under a tree:
Last weekend we biked amongst the beautiful Fall trees in a local cemetery:
Today we found those same beautiful trees in a local park:
This park is called Green Lakes park because it has a couple of deep lakes with green water. These are unusual 'meromictic' lakes, where due to their depth and mineral content, the water below 50 feet does not circulate. So that water at the bottom is undisturbed, thousands of years old. Hmmm, come to think of it, I guess most water is probably thousands of years old. But unlike our tap water, that water has not been pee-ed out by George Washington (I read that somewhere, that we have all drunk at least a molecule of water that has been drunken by people like George and Columbus and all those other old guys).
I've been having fun wandering around the campus during the Fall festivals, like Homecoming. Before the home football games they have concerts and activities. The local mascot is a orange ball guy (is the school color). Here he is trying some pullups on the visiting Marines portable pullup bar:
The deal was, if you did pullups, they give you stuff, depending on how many pullups you can do. I couldn't resist, so gave it a go, earned enough for a tee-shirt, but opted for a lanard for my IBM badge. A marine sponsered IBMer, seemed like a good combo.
For those of you who know Helen and her aversion to crowds, and her lack of interest in sports, you will be surprised to hear I coaxed her into going to a local football game in the campus dome! I have proof:
I expected to last about 1 quarter, but we lasted the whole game (was a fun, close game).
Bruce
We have been Falling it up here. Biked to a Russian festival a few weekends ago. This on our way, at a downtown fountain that is right in the middle of what used to be the Erie Canal:
This is where Syracuse made its big bucks 100 years ago, loading up locally dried salt from local brine piped up from ice age generated underground salt reservoirs. It was know as the Salt City, until they found cheaper ways to get salt (probably buying those blue cartons of it for 49 cents at the grocery store), and built railroads.
We also found another Irish festival in a park. But the only picture I have of those trip is of this Irishman and his pretty girl under a tree:
Last weekend we biked amongst the beautiful Fall trees in a local cemetery:
Today we found those same beautiful trees in a local park:
This park is called Green Lakes park because it has a couple of deep lakes with green water. These are unusual 'meromictic' lakes, where due to their depth and mineral content, the water below 50 feet does not circulate. So that water at the bottom is undisturbed, thousands of years old. Hmmm, come to think of it, I guess most water is probably thousands of years old. But unlike our tap water, that water has not been pee-ed out by George Washington (I read that somewhere, that we have all drunk at least a molecule of water that has been drunken by people like George and Columbus and all those other old guys).
I've been having fun wandering around the campus during the Fall festivals, like Homecoming. Before the home football games they have concerts and activities. The local mascot is a orange ball guy (is the school color). Here he is trying some pullups on the visiting Marines portable pullup bar:
The deal was, if you did pullups, they give you stuff, depending on how many pullups you can do. I couldn't resist, so gave it a go, earned enough for a tee-shirt, but opted for a lanard for my IBM badge. A marine sponsered IBMer, seemed like a good combo.For those of you who know Helen and her aversion to crowds, and her lack of interest in sports, you will be surprised to hear I coaxed her into going to a local football game in the campus dome! I have proof:
I expected to last about 1 quarter, but we lasted the whole game (was a fun, close game).
Bruce
Sunday, September 07, 2008
News from NH, 9/07/2008
HiHo,
Several mysteries here:
- What sort of creature was it? Bigfoot? Baby Bigfoot? A deviant Bigfoot with extremely little feet? Those didn't quite feel right, so our next guess was one of those evil black squirrels.
- How did it get in the well sealed apartment? Given the black footprints, we are thinking ninja style through the supposedly closed chimney from our non-working fireplace.
- What did it do while here while we were gone? No empty beer cans, so no party. Lots of prints around the windows, so maybe it was one of those spy squirrels, keeping an eye on the neighborhood terrorist.
- How did it get out? The chimney would be a one way trip. And there were no open windows.
This last mystery bothers us the most, with suspicions of it lurking in a closet, waiting for the right moment. If we suddenly disappear (or even if we gradually disappear, one appendage at a time), I would suggest taking the above photos to the authorities so the bring the criminal to justice. With all those police cars we had in our street last month, I'm sure they can footprint all the street squirrels and get a match.
To those of you who were stumpped by last months puzzler. I am proud to say my Irish Mother figured it out, with help from Dad's keen eyes. That stoplight is in center of the city Irish neighbood, so they turned it upside down, putting the Green light on top.
They had an Irish festival here this weekend, with lots of great music. A band called 'Enter the Haggis' is great, although, having sampled haggis (various animal organs mixed with oatmeal and boiled in a stomach, I'm not a fan), their name stirs up troubling images for me. Here is a pic of a cute Irish dance tream preforming:
Thats it for now. I'm heading out to a 'veggy fest' today in the local park, presented by local vegans. I'm guessing it will be a haggis free zone, so I should be ok.
Bruce
We had a lovely 2 weeks at the lake in NH. Short video and tons of photos here:
Slideshow version here:
And Helen posted some photos here:
I broke my cleanliness backpacking record, not taking a shower or bath for 20 days. That included gather lots of good sweat from fun hiking, running, and biking the local trails for 20 miles. And lots of good grim from the 20 dead trees I cut down. And dust from the 20 boxes of books we emptied out from the attic. And 20 year old spider webs from the windows I cleaned.
Oh yeah, I also swam in the lake about 20 times.
When we got back to Syracuse, there were these little critter footprints all over the apartment:
Several mysteries here:
- What sort of creature was it? Bigfoot? Baby Bigfoot? A deviant Bigfoot with extremely little feet? Those didn't quite feel right, so our next guess was one of those evil black squirrels.
- How did it get in the well sealed apartment? Given the black footprints, we are thinking ninja style through the supposedly closed chimney from our non-working fireplace.
- What did it do while here while we were gone? No empty beer cans, so no party. Lots of prints around the windows, so maybe it was one of those spy squirrels, keeping an eye on the neighborhood terrorist.
- How did it get out? The chimney would be a one way trip. And there were no open windows.
This last mystery bothers us the most, with suspicions of it lurking in a closet, waiting for the right moment. If we suddenly disappear (or even if we gradually disappear, one appendage at a time), I would suggest taking the above photos to the authorities so the bring the criminal to justice. With all those police cars we had in our street last month, I'm sure they can footprint all the street squirrels and get a match.
To those of you who were stumpped by last months puzzler. I am proud to say my Irish Mother figured it out, with help from Dad's keen eyes. That stoplight is in center of the city Irish neighbood, so they turned it upside down, putting the Green light on top.
They had an Irish festival here this weekend, with lots of great music. A band called 'Enter the Haggis' is great, although, having sampled haggis (various animal organs mixed with oatmeal and boiled in a stomach, I'm not a fan), their name stirs up troubling images for me. Here is a pic of a cute Irish dance tream preforming:
Thats it for now. I'm heading out to a 'veggy fest' today in the local park, presented by local vegans. I'm guessing it will be a haggis free zone, so I should be ok.
Bruce
Sunday, August 10, 2008
News from NY, 8/10/2008
HiYo,
I had a good trip back to the Rochester a couple of weeks ago. Had lots of productive visits with the Beemers (IBM guys) as well as a nice visit with Zach and friends.
Zach and I arm wrestled to see who would get the upstairs bedroom and who would get the living room couch. I had the bed last time, so I was insisting it was my turn for the couch, but he would have none of that, so he proposed we settle it with an arm wrestling match. No problem, I thought, I've been keeping in pretty good shape and I beat him last time. But I neglected to take into effect that flinging thousands of tires would have on his now bulging arms, so he humbled my handily. Or maybe more precisely , arm-ily. So I got the bed.
Here is is cooking me breakfast:
which was so nummy that it distracted me enough that he beat me in a game of breakfast chess. But then I got my feet back on the ground and won the next 2 games, so the worlds was right again.
For the last few months, the shop has had mysterious water on the floor, mildewing and rusting things. I figured it was the sump pump, but after cleaning the shop out and getting the nasty gook off the floor, I found it was actually a slow drip from a humidifier tap in a water pipe. One drop every 4 seconds is enough to fill a 5 gallon bucket in a few days, which is enough to keep an unventilated shop really nasty after a few months.
The mower had broken, so Zach was behind on the yard work. There was a field of 3 foot weeks where the hole of 2 summers ago had been:
And an the end of the deck had been grown over. This picture shows a 4 foot thorn that was putting up a fight with the ivy:
I joined the frey, and the thorn eventually lost. I also trimmed a bunch of trees and arranged for a tree guy to take out 3 or the dead or un-desirable trees.
This is the car Z had driven up from Florida this spring:
He keeps it spotless. I suggested we go for a quick trip to the grocery store to get some milk, so I could get a ride in it. After an elaborate procedure to get me buckled into the 5 point racing harness, we took the long way to the grocery store, so Zach could demonstrate why he likes this car so much. Fortunately for me he did not have his 'sticky' tires on, so he limited the 40 mph curve to 100 mph. Next time I think I'll walk to the grocery store.
Zach still has way too many fires cooking. Here he is putting new springs on the neighbors GTO. That is his friend Brie giving him moral support, and making sure someone is on hand in case the car jacks slip:
I also did a bunch of house cleaning (don't worry Zach, I'm not posting pictures). Here is a collection of Nick computer games. I left them on the table for a few days, as they brought back many fun memories for those passing through:
Speaking of the Nick, they recently posted a fun video of he and his 2 partners explaining what there Skritter software is going to do:
http://www.oberlin.edu/creativity/projects-fellowships.html
Helen was glad to get me back from Minnesota. Apparently the bear had been getting into the food supplies and gaining so much weight he no longer fits in the rocking chair:
This morning we had a collection of 5 police cars in out our window:
One of the cars was, literally, in our front yard. No, not a drug bust (although I did hide the chocolate covered raisins, as I'm pretty sure they are a drug, as addicting as they are!). One car was in pursuit of a bad guy when he was accelerating around the corner in front of our apartment. His left front tire blew, causing him to careen out of control into our yard, crashing into a tree. He was OK, but his buddies had a good time giving him a hard time. The first guy, as he pulled up, spoke into his car megaphone "Sir, please stay in your vehicle".
One last picture, from a bike ride I took yesterday. Lets see if any of you can figure out what is unusual about this picture (click the picture for a larger version):
Don't see it yet? I'll give you one hint (is backwards so you don't accidentally read it):
doohroobhgien hsirI duorp a ni nekat saw
Bruce
I had a good trip back to the Rochester a couple of weeks ago. Had lots of productive visits with the Beemers (IBM guys) as well as a nice visit with Zach and friends.
Zach and I arm wrestled to see who would get the upstairs bedroom and who would get the living room couch. I had the bed last time, so I was insisting it was my turn for the couch, but he would have none of that, so he proposed we settle it with an arm wrestling match. No problem, I thought, I've been keeping in pretty good shape and I beat him last time. But I neglected to take into effect that flinging thousands of tires would have on his now bulging arms, so he humbled my handily. Or maybe more precisely , arm-ily. So I got the bed.
Here is is cooking me breakfast:
which was so nummy that it distracted me enough that he beat me in a game of breakfast chess. But then I got my feet back on the ground and won the next 2 games, so the worlds was right again.
For the last few months, the shop has had mysterious water on the floor, mildewing and rusting things. I figured it was the sump pump, but after cleaning the shop out and getting the nasty gook off the floor, I found it was actually a slow drip from a humidifier tap in a water pipe. One drop every 4 seconds is enough to fill a 5 gallon bucket in a few days, which is enough to keep an unventilated shop really nasty after a few months.
The mower had broken, so Zach was behind on the yard work. There was a field of 3 foot weeks where the hole of 2 summers ago had been:
And an the end of the deck had been grown over. This picture shows a 4 foot thorn that was putting up a fight with the ivy:
I joined the frey, and the thorn eventually lost. I also trimmed a bunch of trees and arranged for a tree guy to take out 3 or the dead or un-desirable trees.
This is the car Z had driven up from Florida this spring:
He keeps it spotless. I suggested we go for a quick trip to the grocery store to get some milk, so I could get a ride in it. After an elaborate procedure to get me buckled into the 5 point racing harness, we took the long way to the grocery store, so Zach could demonstrate why he likes this car so much. Fortunately for me he did not have his 'sticky' tires on, so he limited the 40 mph curve to 100 mph. Next time I think I'll walk to the grocery store.Zach still has way too many fires cooking. Here he is putting new springs on the neighbors GTO. That is his friend Brie giving him moral support, and making sure someone is on hand in case the car jacks slip:
I also did a bunch of house cleaning (don't worry Zach, I'm not posting pictures). Here is a collection of Nick computer games. I left them on the table for a few days, as they brought back many fun memories for those passing through:
Speaking of the Nick, they recently posted a fun video of he and his 2 partners explaining what there Skritter software is going to do:
http://www.oberlin.edu/
Helen was glad to get me back from Minnesota. Apparently the bear had been getting into the food supplies and gaining so much weight he no longer fits in the rocking chair:
This morning we had a collection of 5 police cars in out our window:
One of the cars was, literally, in our front yard. No, not a drug bust (although I did hide the chocolate covered raisins, as I'm pretty sure they are a drug, as addicting as they are!). One car was in pursuit of a bad guy when he was accelerating around the corner in front of our apartment. His left front tire blew, causing him to careen out of control into our yard, crashing into a tree. He was OK, but his buddies had a good time giving him a hard time. The first guy, as he pulled up, spoke into his car megaphone "Sir, please stay in your vehicle".
One last picture, from a bike ride I took yesterday. Lets see if any of you can figure out what is unusual about this picture (click the picture for a larger version):
Don't see it yet? I'll give you one hint (is backwards so you don't accidentally read it):
doohroobhgien hsirI duorp a ni nekat saw
Bruce
Sunday, July 20, 2008
News from NY, 7/20/2008
HiHi,
I turnified 50 a few weeks ago. Much to Helen's dismay, I managed to keep my 50th a low key event. 'Big round number birthdays' are a bigger deal in Helen's thinking. I'm thinking 100 would be something worth celebrating, so we made a party date for that.
To avoid the Bruce 50th birthday paparazzi, we snuck off to the lake for a long weekend. We met up with Aya for a few days. Here she is chauffeuring me around the lake:
Helen's parents live there full time, so they know how to handle the wildlife. This bear for example:
Lots of rain there this summer, so mushroom hunting resulted in a bountiful harvest:
We stayed a few days beyond the weekend, so I did the tele-commuting thing from there. I didn't bring my nice headset, so Helen hooked me up with this hands free unit:
Thank you me Mom and Dad for the birthday shirts and snorkle gear! I'm taking the mask with us when we go back to NH month to see what secretes are the bottom of the lake hold. Testing it out here:
Last weekend we had a trip to DC. Helen attended a conference whilst I ran about and saw all the sites. Yep, ALL of them. On Sunday, for 9+ hours I walked/ran to many awe inspiring sites around 'the mall'. I was testing my tourism endurance, a marathoner with a camera. I'll spare you most of the photos, but must prove I was there with a few, like this one, where I was measuring the size of the capital building:
I spent the most time at the Air and Space museum. They have ALL of the most historic flying things there. Here I found Lindbergh's plane trying to catch up to SpaceShip 1:
I could show photos of all kinds of other amazing things, like the Wright Brother's plane, or me touching rocks from the Moon and Mars (Mars?? yep, they had a slice of one of those metorites from Mars), but instead, I choose a photo of a toilet. People, for maybe obvious reasons, have an interest in toilets, so here is one the Soviets used in their space stations (this was the male version):
The last day we freed up Helen for a few hours. A scene from Ms Smith goes to Washington:
We spent a few hours in the Art Museum. We saw lots of good stuff, and a few not-so-good. Her Helen is trying hard not o look at a painting of what I would best describe as the inside of a marshmallow:
I'm off to Rochester next week for a week to say hi to Z and work buddies.
Bruce
I turnified 50 a few weeks ago. Much to Helen's dismay, I managed to keep my 50th a low key event. 'Big round number birthdays' are a bigger deal in Helen's thinking. I'm thinking 100 would be something worth celebrating, so we made a party date for that.
To avoid the Bruce 50th birthday paparazzi, we snuck off to the lake for a long weekend. We met up with Aya for a few days. Here she is chauffeuring me around the lake:
Helen's parents live there full time, so they know how to handle the wildlife. This bear for example:
Lots of rain there this summer, so mushroom hunting resulted in a bountiful harvest:
We stayed a few days beyond the weekend, so I did the tele-commuting thing from there. I didn't bring my nice headset, so Helen hooked me up with this hands free unit:
Thank you me Mom and Dad for the birthday shirts and snorkle gear! I'm taking the mask with us when we go back to NH month to see what secretes are the bottom of the lake hold. Testing it out here:
Last weekend we had a trip to DC. Helen attended a conference whilst I ran about and saw all the sites. Yep, ALL of them. On Sunday, for 9+ hours I walked/ran to many awe inspiring sites around 'the mall'. I was testing my tourism endurance, a marathoner with a camera. I'll spare you most of the photos, but must prove I was there with a few, like this one, where I was measuring the size of the capital building:
I spent the most time at the Air and Space museum. They have ALL of the most historic flying things there. Here I found Lindbergh's plane trying to catch up to SpaceShip 1:
I could show photos of all kinds of other amazing things, like the Wright Brother's plane, or me touching rocks from the Moon and Mars (Mars?? yep, they had a slice of one of those metorites from Mars), but instead, I choose a photo of a toilet. People, for maybe obvious reasons, have an interest in toilets, so here is one the Soviets used in their space stations (this was the male version):
The last day we freed up Helen for a few hours. A scene from Ms Smith goes to Washington:
We spent a few hours in the Art Museum. We saw lots of good stuff, and a few not-so-good. Her Helen is trying hard not o look at a painting of what I would best describe as the inside of a marshmallow:
I'm off to Rochester next week for a week to say hi to Z and work buddies.
Bruce
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