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Over a month has passed since the move back to the home office. Now I remember why I went and moved into an office in the first place. The one big positive about the office is that it isolates you from your own reality. At home it is always easy to find things to waste the better part of a day. Another problem with the home office, is the proximity to coffee. This for many is normal and a required part of the day. The problem is normal coffee bores me. What I crave is espresso and café latté. These urges in can be easily controlled by cost and access. Walking to the coffee shop and dropping four dollars for a coffee will slow down your consumption. The problem at home is temperance.

Day one back home, I pulled the old Krups espresso machine out and within three days I had a habit. Within the month I burnt the machine out. A week of de-tox has sent me straight to Amazon and the ordering of a new Moka Express. I will miss the frothy steamed milk, but damn I need that caffeine.

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Sure it has been close to a year without any real posts and now I am doing two in one night/morning. This will be the first (of many) posts dedicated to photography.
Several years ago I had a class of kids doing pinholes and these are some of the results.

We used a mix of Irish Oatmeal tins and empty quart sized paint cans.

pinhole 1

pinhole 2

pinhole 3

pinhole 4

pinhole 5

pinhole 6

pinhole 7

pinhole 8

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The year in travel

This year has been good for travel. Usually I am jetting up to New York or out to Columbus, Ohio for consulting gigs, but this year has taken me a lot farther north, south and east then ever. The real pity is that I barely get to be a tourist and look around.
Windsor, Ontario and Detroit
Sister cities as different as night and day. Windsor has more of a big town feel then an urban one compared to Detroit’s urban decay aesthetic. The differences between Canada and the US is apparent when you compare the two. At a cafe I noticed the warning label on a pack of cigarettes. 510 murders in all of Canada for 1996, that is probably just a little more then the murder rate of Detroit alone. Another unique feature of some Canadian Cities I have seen is the ability to mix strip clubs into the regular business district without creating red light districts. In Windsor I was not sure if some places were dance clubs or strip clubs (maybe both?).

Charlotte, NC
Too bad I was out in the suburbs for this one. On my last day I got to wander around the Fourth Ward, it is like Chestnut Hill with more plants and trees.

I finagled being flown into Portland the day before, with my gig being down in Eugene. So, it was to the car rental then off to the coast. Sure Eugene was only 1.5 hours south, but miss the coast are you crazy? My yearning for the coast was fueled by receiving a copy of the American Motorcyclist in the mail the week before with the article “Oregon’s Coast Highway”(membership required). The coast lived up to the hype.

While out for dinner in Eugene I happened to bump in to the local scooter club (Top Dead Center SC. A good bunch of folks, next time I will make sure to make their meeting earlier.

-enough rambling for now

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2 for 1

Lately I have had decent luck with bikes. Finding ones I want, having them actually running, and then the rally hit.
Well take any 39 year old bike out for more then 100 miles and something will happen. The first two days it was the belle of the ball (1, 2, 3, can’t find the others).

The ride on Sunday took it’s toll. Earlier the tail lamp running light went out, no biggy. Somehow during the day in the bulb one of the leads running to the filament melted and joined the lead for the brake lamp. This scenario drained my battery.

Time passed and I had not actually gotten on any of the bikes for almost the whole summer (I call that a mix of bad luck and being able to walk to work). Then I get a call from Larry. He would like to know if I could take a look at this BSA someone wanted to trade for a scooter. Well, as it turns out it is one I have always admired, a 1968 B44.

Good luck returns, I have the BSA and Larry’s customer has his scoot. We are all very happy. Now i am in the process of removing two bikes from the collection.