Category: Personal

  • What Have I Been Doing?

    Rather than give a long drawn out essay on all the wicked cool stuff you wish you’d been a part of, too, I’ll just do a quick photo montage, with links for other things.

    Braves Game! Braves beat the Reds 4 to 3 (or 3 to 2? We won by one run, that I recall). Prado threw out a runner at home. Awesome
    View from Upper Tier

    Unfortunately, we had to say farewell to our faithful companion of 11 years.

    Commissioned photography for Jennifer.
    Ell

    I almost ate a tree on a bike ride last week

    Almost done with a signal project in Newton County, GA. The contractor needs to expand the pedestrian ramps juuust a bit.
    Not Quite

    “Will Kill for Food”. Posted without comment
    Will Kill for Food

    I cut my hair. Compare to this picture.
    Short Hair

    Learning how to dye things with procion dyes.
    Adventures in Dyeing

    Closest to the Pin! I rock. It was the best shot all day, and especially cool because I hadn’t swung a club in two years.
    ASHE Golf

    We bought a new dryer. Our other one just finally wasn’t worth repairing.
    New Dryer

    Turned in a set of plans I’ve been working on for two years!
    Plan Submission

  • Psyche Cat: 1998 – 2011

    Psyche Cat
    We chose to put Psyche to sleep this morning. Her kidneys had failed and the likelihood of them coming back in time to clean her system of the built up poisons was small. The choices were to take her home and let her die there, transfer her to the emergency veterinary hospital where she would more than likely die alone and amongst strangers, or to administer the euthanasia drugs while she was laying in our arms and still had some comfort and care. She died just before noon.

    Observe me, Bee-atch!

    Psyche came into our home while we were living in Lubbock, TX. It was 2000 and this long-haired gray cat kept hanging out by our back door. Our neighbors told us the previous tenants had been feeding this cat, so we kept up the tradition. After a while, despite my insistence that we were not going to adopt this cat (we already had an adopted cat, Cassandra, you see), I opened the door and she just walked inside, neat as you please.

    And never left.

    Psyche was the ultimate indoor cat. She occasionally showed some interest in what was going on outside, but never really wanted to leave the house. She was Jenn’s companion through her dissertation work and kept me company when I was sleeping on the couch. She was a tough-as-nails feline who would demand rough rough rough scritches and then bite you when she liked it. She was soft and fuzzy and loved us both. We’re going to miss her terribly.

    Psyche

    We buried Psyche on the front hill of our house, where the previous owners had also laid some pets to rest. Psyche deserved to be placed there as this was more her house than ours, by virtue of total time spent inside it.

    We both cried a lot this morning and I’m already catching things out of the corner of my eye that I immediately think is her, before remembering that she’s gone. All that’s left now is to clean up her litter boxes, vacuum up the seventy or so pounds of fur that she’s left around the house, and remember what a wonderful companion our kitty cat was.

    Jenn and Psyche

    All of the images of Psyche on flickr are here.

  • Home Re-Valuation

    Roof Before

    We received a letter from Cobb County yesterday telling us that our assessed home value was dropping by 26%. I dug out my files and did the math and if that assessed value stands, we’re officially underwater on our mortgage.

    This is my happy face.

    I’ve been thinking about this and I’m at a bit of a loss as to what to do. There is an appeals process if I want to challenge the valuation but I have no idea if I want to do so. I mean, a lesser valuation means less taxes. Twenty-six percent less, to be precise. That’s not something to sneeze at.

    Also, I have no idea how the official county valuation effects the potential home sale value. I mean, the reason for our reduced value is because of the short sales and distressed homes that have been sold around us in the last few years. It’s not like our house magically coughed up 26% of it’s structural value. So, no matter what the valuation is, really it depends on what we could sell it for.

    Right?

    I confess little knowledge in this area. We have some Realtor friends whom we’ll query. My gut says we don’t want the house to be valued as low as they told us, but I don’t know if my gut is right. We’ll see.

  • Busy busy

    Once again, I’ve been a bit too busy to keep up with the blogging. I don’t even know what I’ve been doing so I can’t tell you about it, however we have had a couple bike-centric Saturday’s recently. Last week we went to the Roswell Criterium, shown here…

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    …and this week we biked the Atlanta Beltline path with the Atlanta Bicycle Coalition. Much fun was had. Pictures of both of these events are available at my flickr stream although there’s way more of the Criterium than the bicycle tour. I need a small camera that can be thrown into a bike jersey pocket.

    One of the stops on the tour was at the Beltline Bike Shop, a non-profit that serves the local community with emphasis on the kids in the neighborhood. I saw a bike there for $25 that might just fit the bill of somethign I’ve been looking for. ((heavy, and suitable for beating up in-town, possible to a single-speed conversion. Heavy, so that I’ll get a better workout!))

  • A Tale in One Part

    Today I questioned my sanity. I sincerely wondered what was going on in my head.

    Why?

    Car Remote

    Exhibit A is the remote door unlockerdoohickey for my car. You will notice from the image that it is not attached to the attendant ignition key. That is because the loop for the key ring has broken ((Again. You can see how many times this has been JB Welded back into place)) and for now it’s a separate entity.

    When I got out of my car at lunch time, I fumbled around putting various things back into my pockets: wallet, phone, pen, iPod, keys. Then I tried to lock the car. I say “tried” because I couldn’t find the remote.

    This was odd because I’d just had it in my pocket. Where was it? I looked around, felt in my pockets, checked my shirt pocket, looked on the ground, even got down on my knees to look under the car.

    At this point, I started to swear out loud. Something along the lines of, “Gawdammit! Where the hell is the remote?” except I didn’t get past “Gawdammit!” when the bloody thing goes clattering on the ground from where I’d been holding it between my lips.

    What a bonehead.

  • Been Busy. Again

    My project team (and I) did something insane this week to meet a deadline. Go team!

    Also, last weekend I was up in Massachusetts visiting Mike and Annie!
    At the Quabbin

    Thusly I’ve been away from the ‘tubes for a bit. Not that things haven’t been accumulating in the “BLOGFODDER” email directory I keep. Here’s a quick sampling:

    My new favorite mathematician:

    A link to an economic dashboard. This is a very useful tool for having real conversations.

    And what have I been so busy on: This

  • Doctor Frustration

    Warning: The following constitutes generalizations with a sample size of “not very big”.

    Medical Doctors, it seems, don’t really want to look at me as a whole anymore. They want to look at “the problem” and fix it. Or try. Or prescribe medication until it fixes itself. I am not interested in that; I need a long-term approach to a persistent problem; this seems to be an alien thought to the specialists I’ve been seeing.

    Some background: I’ve had two back surgeries, one in 1991 when I was 17 and one in 2001 when I was 27. Both were discectomies, removing bulging discs that were pressing agains my spinal cord and causing debilitating pain. Since then, I’ve had chronic issues with my back, but not associated with the spine per se. The issues have to do with my frequent overstressing of back muscles which then put me on the sidelines for two weeks to a month.

    Additional background: Last July I pulled my calf and this caused me to defer training for the Marine Corps Marathon. It wasn’t for about two months that the calf was healed enough to let me run. Now, after training for the Georgia Marathon, I pull the very same calf muscle ((medial gastrocnemius, if you care)) and am now fed up. With both issues.

    I’ve been a mostly self-coached athlete since taking up running and triathlon. I make efforts to do the things you’re supposed to do in my position: train your core, work on stabilization, improve hip flexibility and strength. Things are obviously not working. So, it’s time to seek some professional help.

    Enter the doctors. They seem convinced of several things:

    • I don’t know what’s wrong with me
    • It’s “my back” or “my discs” ((the first doctor I saw said, “your discs are hurting.” This after I explained my relative familiarity with lumbar anatomy and the several conditions I’ve personally experienced. Kthxbye))
    • It’s something that can be treated through injections
    • It’s something they need to refer to a spinal surgeon

    Finally I gave up and said, “Just give me a referral to a physical therapist who specializes in athletes and sports medicine.” The second doctor seemed convinced that all of my issues were due to overtraining, which I suppose is possible, but there’s no way he could know that from a five minute talk with me and a very brief discussion of my training.

    Thusly, I’m a bit frustrated with the medical community right now. When I made the appointments, I tried to tell the people involved what it was I was looking for (long-term plan and approach) and almost universally I got blank silence on the phone. They seemed to be taken aback that I wanted to vet the doctor I was making an appointment with before showing up. Doesn’t anyone do that nowadays? When I picked my primary care physician, I called the group he is a part of and told the receptionist that I didn’t want to see a doctor who didn’t run at least once a week. I wanted a physician who I could trust at least had an inkling of my habits and conditions.

    Unfortunately, when I started looking around for someone to help treat my calf and my back, I discovered that “sports medicine” around here ((at least within my insurance plan)) does not mean backs. It means arms, legs, elbows, knees, etc. Also, I’ve discovered ((again, within the doctors on my insurance plan)) that “sports medicine” and “non-operative” seem to be mutually exclusive. The doctors have seemed a bit huffy when the very first thing I’ve said is that I don’t want surgery or medication. The guy I saw yesterday said, “I can recommend a non-operative back specialist in our group. He only does injections.” What part of non-operative means “injections”?

    I’ve tried to explain, up front, exactly what I want, and why I want it. I want non-operative, long-term care to take care of muscle imbalances and strains that are affecting my running. I’ve also tried to explain that I do indeed know a little bit about this stuff and that, no, it’s not my discs acting up ((Probably. I obviously can’t guarantee it)) because I know what that feels like, and it’s distinctive ((Truly. There’s nothing quite like leg pain or sensations due to inflammation around my lumbar region. Plus, if my lower back hurts, and it hurts because of a pulled muscle and not lumbar issues, then when someone palpates that muscle and I yell, it’s obvious where the problem lies)). I’m also an experienced athlete with an unfortunate amount of knowledge with these particular injuries. Lastly, it’s my body and I have an investment in knowing what’s going on with it. What I don’t know, and the reason I’m seeing doctors, is how to fix it. Or if not “fix” at least “reduce”, “mitigate”, or “avoid”.

    All of the above is my fault, however. From the very first moment I decided I need professional attention I’ve been tempted to just go to some of the sports physiologists that are associated with the triathlon club I’m a member of, or that hang around the Atlanta Track Club, etc. However, these professionals aren’t members of my insurance plan. I have no desire to spend money I don’t have to, so I would prefer to have the insurance pay the specialist I’m going to see. If I need to, though, I’ll bite the bullet and pay out of pocket.

    So, right now I’m not too keen on the medical profession. I understand why they’re geared up the way they are (no time to spend with patients, paid by the procedure, paid by the patient) but that doesn’t make me happy about it.

  • Sam and Ben Came to Visit!

    Jenn, Sam, Ben

    Jenn’s cousin Sam and her husband Ben were driving from Tucson to Washington D.C. on their way back to their cushy government cubicles. They stopped by and we showed them the town ((for some values of “the town”)).

    The flickr set can be found here.

  • Happy Birthday, David!

    2011-02-05_IMG_4395

    We went to a masquerade ball at Georgia Tech for David’s 30th birthday. Afterward we went clubbing in our rainment. I’ve never been in a club in a full suit before.

    Happy 30th Birthday, David!

    Jenn and I took some other pictures before hand. The full photoset, including the masquerade, can be found here.

    2011-02-05_IMG_4297

  • Craft Weekend

    We are hosting a Craft Weekend at our house starting tomorrow. The stated purpose is to “get shit done.”

    I declared this particular activity because I last put a picture into a scrapbook around the end of 2006. Thusly I have December of 2006, and all of 2007-2010 to put together. This may take a little bit of time so, I’m going to claim a table and go nuts for 20 hours or so and try to knock it all out.

    All of the complaints and moaning and bitching I’ve been making about Idimager came about (generally) because I’d been trying to go through my backlog of image files to produce the pile of pictures shown here.

    Pictures for the Scrapbooking Weekend

    Those three boxes contain 822 4x6s and I’ve got another 207 sitting in an envelope at home.

    Wish me luck.