Archive for May, 2007

They grow up so fast

Friday, May 18th, 2007

I saw this billboard about a month ago along South Broadway. Until I saw a notice about the event in today’s paper, I had forgotten that I intended to post the photo.

Bow Wows and Wedding Vows

I’ve been better

Wednesday, May 16th, 2007

I went on a bicycle ride along the Platte River on Sunday morning with Marion. We rode from Confluence Park down to Littleton. There were some detours – not only was the Platte high with runoff, but there’s some maintenance and development work being done.

Part of the trail

Just south of Hampden Avenue, you actually have to take the Bear Creek trail west for a while before cutting back to the Platte River trail on the streets.

The Platte running high has had effects on others besides bicyclists and joggers:

Kayak poster

Not to mention the people washed away by flash flooding Monday night.

On the way back to Confluence Park, Marion took a spill. I slammed on my brakes, but apparently couldn’t stop in time. I went over the handlebars, and that’s just about my last coherent memory for about half an hour. I’m told I ran into Marion’s bicycle, but not Marion. That’s a good thing – I outweigh her by a factor of about two. The next thing I recall is sitting beside the trail, with Marion cleaning my face with a wet handkerchief that I’d apparently given her.

My face, with road rash

She didn’t believe that I’d blacked out, because during the time I was “off-line,” I’d managed to converse intelligibly with her and the people who’d helped us after the accident

Given my injuries (a painful wrist and shoulder on the right, a jammed finger on the left, and a scrape on the right shoulder to go along with the ones on the face and neck), I thought I must have sprawled out on the ground upon landing. According to Marion, though, I’d tucked and rolled. Nice to believe, but I’ll have to take her word for it. After a few more minutes recovering, we rode back to the car. All I remember of that, really, is arriving at the car and putting the bike onto the rack.

I handed my car keys to Marion, because she was in much better shape than I was. After cleaning up and getting something to eat, I went in to the emergency room. I probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t blacked out. I ended up spending pretty much the rest of Sunday lying around waiting to find out how badly I was hurt.

Not too badly, apparently. Because of the injuries I reported, they took X-rays of my shoulder, my right wrist, and my left hand. Because they were concerned about other injuries that often happen with bicycle crashes, they X-rayed my chest. Because I reported short-term memory loss, they did CT scans of my head and neck. The only thing they found was slight dehydration, which they determined from one of the blood samples they took.

They did have me see my doctor for a followup, which I did this morning. She gave me a recommendation for treating the road rash (“Plastic surgeons smear Bacitracin on everything they do – it’ll help this, too.”) and told me that fractures often don’t show up on X-rays taken immediately after an accident, so I should come back and request another X-ray if the pain doesn’t go away.

I did get to invoke the spirit of John Cameron Swayze, though … it’s a cliche that a watch with a cracked crystal will be a key clue, because the time at which it has stopped is the time the murderer attacked the victim. My watch, a Citizen that I received as a birthday present in 1984, puts the lie to that. It’s still running. I’ll post the movie if I can get it transferred successfully; when I tried before, it locked up the browser.
My watch

Gotta love that. This watch definitely deserves a new crystal.

Ooh, pretty!

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

Panoramic photos of Japanese cities at night. I really like the new one.

Foreign poems, or a reasonable facsimile thereof

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

I ran across this short article, which reminded me of this poem:

Civile, se ergo.
Fortibus es inaro.
Novile, deus trux.
Vatis inem? Causan dux.

While searching for a link that might have that one, I found this list of handy latin phrases. I have a t-shirt with the “Quantum materiae materiatur …” one. I also have a t-shirt that reads,

Catapultum habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.

That translates to “I have a catapult. Give me all the money or I shall hurl an immense rock at your head.” I’d like one with either of the phrases,

Antiquis temporibus, nati tibi similes in rupibus ventosissimis exponebantur ad necem.

Caesar si viveret, ad remum dareris.

from the link. The first one reminds me of a date I had some years back. I fixed dinner. She brought her son over. He brought a friend (whom I wasn’t expecting). Son and friend were sullen, hostile, and generally less-than-pleasant the entire time. As they left, he turned to me and said that he would bet that I didn’t want to see him again. I replied that I was ok with it, because I had plenty of rope and duct tape. As it turns out, though, his mother and I stopped dating not long after that. It wasn’t all about him, but he was certainly a factor.

Miscellanea from Bifurcated Rivets

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

Where does your blood come from? Actually, you won’t find that out here, although you’ll find out other interesting things. Well, I think they’re interesting, but I am a fairly regular blood donor.

Do you leave the music on when you go out? Well, don’t do it like this.


Universcale, the infinite yardstick.

Musicians and how they died.

The Samurai Archives.

The Language of Lagomorphs – how to talk with your rabbit. Somehow, I doubt you’d hear, “What’s up, doc?”

And this music site goes on the sidebar, too.

Kitten On The Keys

Monday, May 7th, 2007

I got this from Julian on Software. I’m pretty sure he’s wrong about cats not seeing anything on CRT screens – when Butch was younger, she used to be fascinated by National Geographic-type wildlife specials. If a scene showed birds flying across the screen, she’d run to the side of the TV to get them when they came out.By the way, the post title comes from a ragtime tune.

Update 5/15/2007: I don’t know what happened. I noticed that the Metacafe link screwed up my font size on the rest of the page and tried to correct it. Ever since then, I can’t get the video to appear, although the blank area at the beginning of the post sometimes seems to act as a link to the original video at Metacafe. Strange and frustrating.

Worrisome for Mac owners

Monday, May 7th, 2007


Via Bifurcated Rivets.

Fun stuff

Sunday, May 6th, 2007

Science toys you can make.

On this day in history

Sunday, May 6th, 2007

Gaius reminds us of the events of 70 years ago.

Wise words

Friday, May 4th, 2007

Two quotes:

Printers are educated in the Belief, that when Men differ in Opinion, both Sides ought equally to have the Advantage of being heard by the Publick; and that when Truth and Error have fair Play, the former is always an overmatch for the latter.

If all Printers were determin’d not to print any thing till they were sure it would offend no body, there would be very little printed.

Benjamin Franklin, “Apology for Printers,” The Pennsylvania Gazette, 1731