Attention Deficit David

Short people have no reason....

In a CNN piece on the controversy surrounding the sex tape from actor Verne Troyer (aka Mini Me) the website included this comment regarding the site/show TMZ, which aired part of the tape (emphasis added):

The celebrity Web site posted the short segment on its site Wednesday; Troyer sued the site and porn distributors Thursday for $20 million in damages.

Mishkite

Mishkite, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

Well, I didn't think it would happen but it did. I walked into NYC Velo today (2nd Ave and 4th street) to buy a t-shirt and I spotted this beauty on the rack. Well, actually I spotted her sister, who was a 54cm. I fell in love.

I told the guy there "good thing you don't have this in my size, I'd have to buy it." That's when he brought it out in my size.

My first ride on it was the six blocks from the store to my car (which luckily had my rack on it). The next ride as around the neighborhood.

It's already been modified a bit. I flopped it to the fixed gear side and removed the back brake (having to take the brake lever off with a Dremel cutting tool, so I wouldn't have to take off the grips). I'll pull off the useless reflectors at some point soon.

So my LeMond is going to leave me, I don't need for two fixed gear bikes and this one is more fun. And pretty. And Felt never had shitty things to say about Lance, and it never sued Trek.

Oh, and it seems that Danielle likes this bike too.

Mousecapades 2: This time it's personal

A few developments recently in the saga of the house mice.

First, Abby was cleaning out her closet and found, inside a shoe box, a pile of our dry cat food stored up from one of our rodent friends. That would certainly explain why they don't always hit the trap when we set it, they're all burrowed up for a mousepocalypse.

I have started calling her closet the condomousiam.

In what will shortly turn out to be oddly related news, my car wasn't working right yesterday. I drove it a few feet, got a low engine pressure light and went back to my driveway. A call to On Star and my dealership and I was told to call for Roadside Assistance to give me a tow, which they did. It was as painless an experience as one could have considering my car had to be towed and repaired.

Today the shop called, they were getting a "failed fuel switch" from the diagnostic computer, so they dropped my fuel tank which is when they found peanuts, raisins and chewed wires.

Here's what I'm pretty sure happened. We let the captured mice out in the garage in the winter so they don't freeze. We leave some food for the mice. Said mice realize my car is much warmer than the garage, they crawl up into the car and start a nice little nest with my fuel sensor wiring as insulation.

I'm not sure if I should laugh or not (I am) but I do feel obligated to call Car Talk.

Next mice we find we're driving up to Albany before we release them.

Mad scientist.

Mad scientist., originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

Descent

David portraits, shot by student at Rich Clarkson summit, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

A shot of me photographed by one of the students at the Rick Clarkson summit.

In today's not news

Headline spotted on cnn.com

Obama courts the Latino vote

No shit.

Also being reported on CNN.com, eating gets food into your stomach.

I'm on the (digital) radio, woo ooh.

Here's a link to a radio show I was on recently, talking about Aperture. I'm on the second half.

http://www.insidedigitalphoto.com/radio-programs/idp-radio-apple-aperture-21-aupn

A brief on shorts

For three years now i've had a pair of shorts that's missing a button. Each time I see this pair of shorts, I think "oh shit, that's missing a button. Better put it back into the drawer, and I'll sew one on later."

It's starting to become clear to me that I'm not likely to sew that button on.

Toast is my pillow

Toast is my pillow, originally uploaded by davidjschloss.

A special person

Today is the anniversary of the death of my friend Wil's mom, Helen Chase.

I really liked Mrs. Chase, I had a lot of good times over at Wil's house with her mom telling stories (and despite that we made fun of the method in which they were imparted, we still loved hearing them.)

She was always nice to me, always glad to see me (or hear me, as the case might be) and often made me laugh. Her gardens were beautiful, her flower arrangements were perfect, despite her very poor vision. It's as if she just had an innate sense of the way that plants should be. When Abby and I got married, she made a spare bouquet because the woman doing our flowers was sort of losing it. Mrs. Chase wanted to make sure that we had something in case the florist couldn't get it together and get the arrangements right. That was very nice.

After I became good friends with Wil, I'd head over there for their Easter celebration, full of cookies and the neighbor kids looking for eggs in the yard. Christmas would see more cookies, more warmth in the kitchen, more friendliness.

It's sad when nice aren't around any more, and the planet's not quite as nice without her around.