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On the plus side, my car is once again conventionally functional, after the usual oddities. Last Friday I had two repair places giving me estimates on replacing the steering column and the passenger side mirror (fixing the damage from the second time it was stolen last summer). One told me they could get a column and fix it on Saturday, so they won. Then it turned out the salvage yard wasn't open Saturday, so it would be Monday. Fine, no prob.

Saw the podiatrist for Toe of Doom 2: This Time It's Tarsal™, Monday, and since I was in a hurry, he was running way behind. Got done (it's doing fine, but not fully healed yet), raced down to the Firestone on Truman to drop off the car, then walked over to Grand to catch a bus to work. Yes, Monday is normally my off day, but there was a lot of stuff to get done, so extra hours.

About 3p, I called to see how things were going, and was told the parts were there and they would be working on it shortly and it would be done by the end of the day. Shortly thereafter, they called back to say that the steering column they had been sent was stripped out where the steering wheel was connected, and the salvage yard would be sending a good one over on Tuesday. Somehow, this did not surprise me.

Tuesday I caught the bus again, and waited and waited to hear. Finally I called, and was told the replacment column was in, and good, and they would be getting the car into the bay shortly. At 5p, they called to say it was done! Dragonet picked me up at work and dropped me off to get the car, which now can be started with a key*, not a screwdriver, like real cars! And has mirrorz! To celebrate this, and topping 47k in iTunes, here's this week's random selections.


1) Rural Explosion, Mojack

2) The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight, Oxford Collapse

3) Lady Love, Mike Mains & The Branches

4) The Stone That Speaks, Deadline

5) Porcelain (Force Mass Motion Remix), Moby

6) Bell Tower (Bleek Mix), Two Twins

7) Marlene, Todd Rundgren

8) Upside Down, Bruce Haack And Esther Nelson

9) Moves, The New Pornographers

10) Emancipated Minor, Ani Difranco


and then


11) Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix) (Club Edit), Yeah Yeah Yeahs

12) Step Aside, Dead Models

13) Bricks, Hurray For The Riff Raff


Another busy weekend. Rohanna and D2 are heading to St. Louis for Joseph Felknor's graduation shindig, while I stay here and go to the KaCSFFS meeting (it's a picnic, kinda! Indoors! The Writers Place, Valentine and Pennsylvania, KCMO! 6:30! Come on by!), then help out with the Campbell Conference afterparty on Sunday. Should actually have Monday off to start prepping for Soonercon.

*When the mechanic gave me my keyring back, I asked which of the keys on it was the new ignition key, and he looked at me and with a straight face said "Oh, you wanted a key!" then laughed. Came close to going over the counter.
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Still attempting to recover from ConQuesT 44. Despite a variety of issues due to the change of hotels (free parking is useless if there isn't any available, oddly enough), had a great time overall, especially hanging out with my new twitter wife [livejournal.com profile] sermelt until all hours. On the negative side, I managed to punch a hole in one of my car's tires, so I am currently driving on the doughnut until I can get that taken care of. And now, some music.


1) Can I Touch You, My Bloody Valentine

2) That's All Right, Al Kooper and Michael Bloomfield

3) Every Day is Like Sunday, The Decemberists

4) Here On Earth, Love & Rockets

5) Flashlights, Women

6) White Winter Hymnal, Fleet Foxes

7) Keep Talking, Pink Floyd

8) When The Circus Comes, Los Lobos

9) Wonderboy, The Kinks

10) I Just Sing, The Troggs


then...


11) Stand Up, The Clumsy Lovers

12) Poor Boy (The Greenwood), Electric Light Orchestra

13) Thank You For Sending Me An Angel, Talking Heads


And now, back to work. Jon will be back Tuesday, and roughly normal hours will resume. This weekend's goals: get laundry done, get replacement tire on car, sleep.
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I did do this this morning, but we had to leave early to take Dragonet to the wound doc, who thinks the hole is closing very well (so not a euphemism). Took her back home, went to work and slaved over a bunch of crap that exacerbated my continuing problems with lower back tightness and a nasty stabbity pain in my right hip that goes away when I am sitting or otherwise not standing and walking much.

Then, at 4:47, I got a call from the KCPD, telling me my car had been recovered in Independence, MO and was described and "undamaged and driveable." We shall determine to what extent that is true in the morning. But for now, happy dance!


1) I Saw Her Standing There, The Beatles

2) people got a lotta nerve, Neko Case (CBC Radio: In Session at Studio 211)

3) Until The End Of The World, U2

4) Bonus Track, Faust & Dälek

5) Merry Go Round (Version 2 - Stereo Mix), The Monkees

6) Idioteque, Radiohead (08-13-08 : Comcast Center : Mansfield, MA)

7) Sofa Head - Give Booze A Chance, Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band (Top Gear, Rec 29-07-69)

8) Steps Columns Pillars, Mountain Goats (Somerville, MA, 2009-03-25)

9) The Sun Goes Down On Girlsville, The Awkward Stage

10) When Everybody's gone, Triplexity


and then some


11) Superstition, Chango Malo

12) The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes, Elvis Costello & the Attractions (Live At Leicester 10-22-77)

13) I'll Tell You Why That Is, Dan Hicks & The Hot Licks & Tom Waits


So, tomorrow is pick up the car and pick up the rest of the late, lamented (but oh, so tasty) pig, then nothing much for the rest of the day. Maybe some activity Sunday

And a special thanks to whoever left a Club™ at our door the other day. It will be used.
drpaisley: (balrog butt)
I got up this morning at 6a, after a fine evening of steak, beer and baseball (Royals win!), went outside to get the paper, and found that it hadn't been delivered yet, which happens occasionally. I also found my car had been stolen, which also seems to be happening on an occasional basis.

Police were called, info taken (this time I had all the paperwork from last time, and the registration stub with the new license plate numbers on it), case number given. So far, no call, which does not surprise me. I think it was probably the same assclams who did it last time, because there was once again no sign of damage (broken glass, etc). These are professionals, and alas my car (2002 Intrepid) is one of the easier to break in to without making a lot of noise).

Due to Dragonet's current hiatus from work, I have the van to drive so I can do my 28 hours a week of wage slavery. If it found (relatively) unharmed*, fine. If it is wrecked again, we'll give it to the knackers.**

When I told my boss this morning, he said "Man, you need a break." Boy, is that true.


*Replacing the window trim removed to get to the door lock and the steering column and ignition was $500 or so last time, so this is for expensive values of "unharmed."

**Pardon my lack of kindness, but if it wrecked, I do hope the perps are driving it, and are rendered severely incapacated by said wreck. Not quite "die in a fire" level, but "Walk? Good luck with that" would be acceptable.
drpaisley: (balrog butt)
Since the car was still being vivisected this morning, I did the tunes, but ran out of time to post them. So here they are now, as I listened to them this morning. Oh, and I am now over 34K in the ol' iTunes. Hooray, interwebs!


1) London's Brilliant Parade, Elvis Costello

2) Think, Ed's Redeeming Qualities

3) Betty Wang, Hospitality

4) Don't Cry, Neil Young & the Restless (Bronco Bowl, 1989)

5) You Don't Know Me At All, Bettye LaVette

6) Cops and robbers, The Rolling Stones

7) Heavy Metal (Takin' A Ride), Don Felder

8) Animal Farm [BBC Session Remix], The Kinks

9) Down By The River, Low (2008-01-13 - East Brunswick Club)

10) The Good Life, The Week That Was


onward


11) Cloudberries, Super Furry Animals

12) Epilepsy Is Dancing, Antony & The Johnsons

13) All I Want Is You, U2


Got the car back this evening, and decided to go to the newly rebuilt Gomer's Midtown. And as I had thought, they were having their first beer tasting in the new venue. Wound up getting a bottle of the 2009 Goose Island Xmas Ale (available at the tasting, nom; will be putting that one in the downstairs fridge and forgetting for a while), the Lagunitas Doppel Weizen (which I just love; hope they decide to continue it as a regular item), Griffin's Bow Barleywine from Sam Adams (which I recommend very highly), and, to make life so much better, Jewbelation 15, from Schmaltz Brewing. 15 malts, 15 hops, 15% abv. So looking forward to cracking one of those open.

Thanks to the car, the planned holiday shopping is on hold. Who know what I will do?
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This morning began with Dragonet being unable to open her car door ('95 Mercury Mystique). I went to help her, and we got the passenger door open, and she crawled in and headed off to another day of training. About 15 minutes later, she called in minor hysterics and said she couldn't get the window down to wave her card at the gate to get into work parking. So she came back home and I gave her the keys to the Intrepid. She handed me keys from her keychain, and I stuck them in my pocket.

At 8.45, I went downstairs to head to work. It should be noted that my left knee, which was acting up after the Xmas blizzard, had been stiffening up over the weekend, and was bad enough that I wore the brace to work (which was a 10 hour day, yay monies!). It was worse this morning, swollen and stiff and painful. I managed to get dressed, put on my coat, and reached into the pocket to pull out the keys. What emerged in my hand was the key to the van. Fortunately, we had a spare set of keys to the Mystique in the basket by the door. I grabbed them and hobbled out to the car to try and open the driver's door. Alas, the electronic mechanism was not interested in playing in the balmy 8˚ temp, so I had to clamber in the passenger door and slide across into the driver's seat. Then it was off to work, where I discovered that the windows still were not working, so I had to clamber out, gimp around the car to wave my magic card at the reader, then gimp back and re-insert myself (not a euphemism) and drive into the garage.

So, of course, in my hobbled condition, the big job of the day was installing cut vinyl lettering at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art fora new exhibit of donations made to the museum in honor of its 75th anniversary. Which involved a fair amount of clambering up and down a ladder while trying to get the letters to politely peel off the premask and go onto the wall. This took most of two hours, and then there was the long walk to and from the installation area, which left me feeling like I should be playing Chester in a summer stock production of "Gunsmoke: The Musical." The trip there and back was made in an SUV with the middle seat racked all the way forward to make room for the box of vinyl, and I was jammed in sideways, which made getting out almost as bad as with the Mystique.

After finally getting back to work at 2p and a brief lunch, I spent the rest of the day slaving over a hot table laminating* and prepping yet more Ha//mark stuff so I can cut it all out tomorrow. At 5p, I limped back to the car, which still wouldn't open. So I slowly forced my way back into the driver's seat, and on a whim tried the electronic lock button. The door lock moved to the open position, so I tried the handle. Amazingly, it opened. Alas, when I shut the door, it didn't latch. However, the window did work, so I rolled it down and was holding the door shut with my left arm as I started to drive home. After a few blocks, I realized I was so preoccupied with all the crap I had failed to put on the seat belt. I pulled it out, and looked at the door handle, and looked at the seatbelt, and decided "what the hell."

I threaded it through the handle, and it was just long enough to snap into the buckle. Didn't keep it fully closed, but enough to keep out the wind and not let the annoying "Hey, assclam, the door is open!" bell ring incessantly. I made it home without further incident, and after disentangling the seat belt, I opened the door, then closed it. Click, said the door. I shoved it, but it did not fly open. I got out, shut it again, and it still stayed shut. Victory! Ideally it will work tomorrow morning (and no, I did not engage the electronic locks).

But back to the knee. It has spent the evening under the care of ibuprofen and ice, and seems a bit better, though still very stiff and swollen (enough that at one point I forgot I had taken the brace off for the evening). If I don't have to work Monday, I am going to try and get into the KC Free Clinic on Main and get it looked at. My friendly neighborhood Tully thinks I tore the meniscus. In any event, to document this, as I did last winter's Bruise Banter, here is photo one of the Big Knee (it's my left knee, thus the one on the right in the photo. The other one is included for contrast, and to show that even when healthy, my knees ain't right).
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It was cold. No, Cold. No, I mean COLD. Colder than most of you have ever experienced. The official low on Dec. 23, 1989 in Kansas City was -23˚F. Dragonet and I went out in our station wagon (a trade up from the demon Nova, believe me) to run some errands and prep for the trip out to her folks's farm outside of Wellsville for Christmas. On the way home, I noticed the brakes were a little soft. After unloading the car, I put the laundry in the back and was going to run to the laundromat to take care of that bit of business. I detoured to the Western Auto (remember them?) to get some brake fluid, which I figured I would put in the car when I got to the Suds & Duds (laundry and beer, a great concept), and headed that way.

As I got to 79th & State Line, the light turned yellow, and I hit the brake pedal, which proceeded to sink straight to the floor, with no discernable effect on the car's rate of speed. I pumped the pedal a couple of times, with the same result, and as the light changed I cruised through the intersection honking and waving like I was in a parade. At this point, a variety of thoughts went through my head. Unfortunately, the word "neutral" did not appear in any of them, and I continued to cruise up the hill towards 75th Street, which had a car in each lane waiting for the red light to change. So I jerked the car into the Sinclair station on the corner, with the door open and dragging my foot to try to slow down (yeah, about as effective as you might think). I was presented with two options at that point: a pay phone (remember them?) with two concrete-filled posts in front of it, or a big pile of snow. I chose the snow, and the car flew up the drift and came to a stop long enough for me to slam it into park and turn it off. As I sat there hyperventilating, the pump jockey came over and said "Wow, that was impressive. You OK?"

Once I could breathe normally again, I walked across the street to the Phillips station that was our regular place for vehicle maintenance. The mechanics (remember them?) were taking a lunch break, and when I came in said, "Brakes, right? Nice work." I inquired about a tow, and they said if I called for one, it would be 3 days given the demand, but there would be one coming in soon with another disabled vehicle, and they would have them get the car and bring it over then. When the next tow truck came in, it had a Range Rover on its hook, much to the amusement of the mechanics. Once the wagon had been brought over, I got the laundry back out and walked the block and a half home to let Dragonet know we had no wheels for the nonce. She called her folks, who basically said too bad, see you when you have a car again. Then we called my mother, in Lawrence.

Mom had called me early in December to finalize plans, and when I asked why she was so far ahead of the curve, she told me they were going to Hawaii. "But it's OK," she said, "we're going to a conference." I informed her it was not OK, conference or no, and said several rude words. They had gotten back that morning and not realized how cold it had gotten, they just figured it felt cold because they'd been in warm climes for a week or so. When Marlin got the car out of the long-term lot, he said it drove really badly for a bit, and he realized later that the tires had frozen with flat spots where they were sitting on the pavement, and it took a bit of driving for the friction to warm them enough to return to round. Marlin was kind enough to drive to Kansas City on Christmas Day and pick us up and take us back to Lawrence for Christmas, then take us home.

So tomorrow afternoon we will head up to Lawrence again, to spend Christmas Eve with Mom and Marlin. Then back on Christmas Day to Dragonet's mom's, and the horde of relatives, though the snow that's being predicted might keep some of them from travelling. We probably will be blessed with the Four Great-Nephews of the Apocalypse (War, Famine, Pestilence and Seth).

But unless you live in Winnipeg or Antarctica or darkest Maine, I think I got yer low temperature beat.
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Another thrilling weekend. Saturday morning I took Dragonet's car (which we got from Rohanna's mom when she decided she'd rather quit driving of her own accord, rather than discovering she no longer should be on the road the hard way) for inspection to get it re-licensed. We take our vehicles to a small garage at 59th and Prospect because it's rarely busy. When I pulled up, the semi-toothed, white-haired and otherwise multi-hyphenated mechanic who does the inspections was out front, working on a guy's truck, so I sat there waiting for him to finish and usher me into the inspection bay. He gave the car the usual once-over, then told me it had one problem: an exhaust leak. We have until the end of the month to get that checked out and fixed. Just what we needed. Other highlights of the day included my decision to gamble that it wouldn't rain until Monday, and putting off mowing the lawn until then (so far, I am winning the bet), changing the sheets on Dragonet's bed and catching up on the last two episodes of 24 with Rohanna while enjoying the bottle of American Riesling we got her during our trip to Hutchinson. I watched the 9th inning of the Royals-Twins game, and somehow failed to realize it was tied, and turned it off. As it transpired, the Royals won in 11 innings. Oh, and one of our new neighbors across the street came over to mention that one of the tires on my car was low. It wasn't the usual one (driver's side fron), but its diametric opposite. So, two slow leaks (not a euphemism). Joy.

Today I got up and traveled down to NPulsifer's to ride with him and Gisele to Lawrence to help Star and Pooch pack for their move to D.C. We took a quick detour to see the house NPulsifer and Gisele have an offer on, which looks like it will be a very nice place indeed. Once we got to Star and Pooch's, we greeted Holly (Star's ex, and the mother of some of her children) and set to filling boxes with books (fans with books? Shocking!), labeling them and moving them to the garage. After a brief break for pizza, we returned to the task, moving emptied bookcases to the garage, and boxing yet more books. At one point Pooch apologized to Holly for the fact that she was still filling boxes with political books, and she replied with the comment that titles this post.

Intermittently throughout the afternoon, NPulsifer and I were checking in on the Royals game, which wasn't going so well. As in after six innings, the Minnesota pitcher had a no-hitter going. But as we took a break, the Royals went single, single, tater, single, single (no-hit pitcher removed), double, and went from down 4-0 to up 5-4, and won 7-5. That, allong with the Saturday night win, are the kinds of games they would have lost in previous years. The Royals give every indication of being for real this year, which makes me very happy.

And on a musical note (see what I did there?), I passed 17,000 songs in iTunes, as well as 100G. So I really need a new, larger hard drive, too.
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Another thrilling weekend. Saturday morning I took Dragonet's car (which we got from Rohanna's mom when she decided she'd rather quit driving of her own accord, rather than discovering she no longer should be on the road the hard way) for inspection to get it re-licensed. We take our vehicles to a small garage at 59th and Prospect because it's rarely busy. When I pulled up, the semi-toothed, white-haired and otherwise multi-hyphenated mechanic who does the inspections was out front, working on a guy's truck, so I sat there waiting for him to finish and usher me into the inspection bay. He gave the car the usual once-over, then told me it had one problem: an exhaust leak. We have until the end of the month to get that checked out and fixed. Just what we needed. Other highlights of the day included my decision to gamble that it wouldn't rain until Monday, and putting off mowing the lawn until then (so far, I am winning the bet), changing the sheets on Dragonet's bed and catching up on the last two episodes of 24 with Rohanna while enjoying the bottle of American Riesling we got her during our trip to Hutchinson. I watched the 9th inning of the Royals-Twins game, and somehow failed to realize it was tied, and turned it off. As it transpired, the Royals won in 11 innings. Oh, and one of our new neighbors across the street came over to mention that one of the tires on my car was low. It wasn't the usual one (driver's side fron), but its diametric opposite. So, two slow leaks (not a euphemism). Joy.

Today I got up and traveled down to NPulsifer's to ride with him and Gisele to Lawrence to help Star and Pooch pack for their move to D.C. We took a quick detour to see the house NPulsifer and Gisele have an offer on, which looks like it will be a very nice place indeed. Once we got to Star and Pooch's, we greeted Holly (Star's ex, and the mother of some of her children) and set to filling boxes with books (fans with books? Shocking!), labeling them and moving them to the garage. After a brief break for pizza, we returned to the task, moving emptied bookcases to the garage, and boxing yet more books. At one point Pooch apologized to Holly for the fact that she was still filling boxes with political books, and she replied with the comment that titles this post.

Intermittently throughout the afternoon, NPulsifer and I were checking in on the Royals game, which wasn't going so well. As in after six innings, the Minnesota pitcher had a no-hitter going. But as we took a break, the Royals went single, single, tater, single, single (no-hit pitcher removed), double, and went from down 4-0 to up 5-4, and won 7-5. That, allong with the Saturday night win, are the kinds of games they would have lost in previous years. The Royals give every indication of being for real this year, which makes me very happy.

And on a musical note (see what I did there?), I passed 17,000 songs in iTunes, as well as 100G. So I really need a new, larger hard drive, too.
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Which is, of course, a noble goal to which all should aspire. In this particular instance, Rohanna, Dragonet and I were at a grocery store, picking up tortilla chips on our way to have dinner with Lyle Wilson, who was experimenting with carnitas* (and quite successfully, too).

As a preface, I am not a car fanatic, but an interesting or unique vehicle will catch my attention. As I backed the van out of our parking place, I looked up and saw such a car. I started to pull forward, and pointed it out to the ladies as it turned into the aisle we were leaving. Dragonet asked, "Is that a Corvair?" as I looked at the front of the vehicle, which indeed had that word emblazoned across it. But this was no ordinary Corvair: it was a Corvair station wagon, in absolutely cherry condition. I sat there gawking for several seconds, then very slowly pulled away, giving it a long look.

A bit of Googling (which is why I am still up at 3.43a CDT) has led me to believe it was a '61 Lakewood wagon (as opposed to the '62 Lakewood or the '62 Monza models). And yes, these station wagons, like other Corvairs, were rear-enngine vehicles. The engine was accessed by lifting the "floor" of the back section of the wagon, so one would have the rear cargo area as well as the front trunk. I also learned that Corvair models in the early '60s included vans and a couple of pickup trucks, one of which had a side gate that converted into a ramp.

Sadly, I did not find much in the way of good photos of these vehicles. But it was one sweet car.

The more you know . . .


*While discussing the recipe he used for the meat, Lyle mentioned that several that he had seen called for cooking the pork roast in large amounts of lard. I pointed out that, the whole Kosher thing notwithstanding, this seemed to violate the whole "seething the calf in its mother's milk" prohibition.
drpaisley: (Big O'Pimpin')
Which is, of course, a noble goal to which all should aspire. In this particular instance, Rohanna, Dragonet and I were at a grocery store, picking up tortilla chips on our way to have dinner with Lyle Wilson, who was experimenting with carnitas* (and quite successfully, too).

As a preface, I am not a car fanatic, but an interesting or unique vehicle will catch my attention. As I backed the van out of our parking place, I looked up and saw such a car. I started to pull forward, and pointed it out to the ladies as it turned into the aisle we were leaving. Dragonet asked, "Is that a Corvair?" as I looked at the front of the vehicle, which indeed had that word emblazoned across it. But this was no ordinary Corvair: it was a Corvair station wagon, in absolutely cherry condition. I sat there gawking for several seconds, then very slowly pulled away, giving it a long look.

A bit of Googling (which is why I am still up at 3.43a CDT) has led me to believe it was a '61 Lakewood wagon (as opposed to the '62 Lakewood or the '62 Monza models). And yes, these station wagons, like other Corvairs, were rear-enngine vehicles. The engine was accessed by lifting the "floor" of the back section of the wagon, so one would have the rear cargo area as well as the front trunk. I also learned that Corvair models in the early '60s included vans and a couple of pickup trucks, one of which had a side gate that converted into a ramp.

Sadly, I did not find much in the way of good photos of these vehicles. But it was one sweet car.

The more you know . . .


*While discussing the recipe he used for the meat, Lyle mentioned that several that he had seen called for cooking the pork roast in large amounts of lard. I pointed out that, the whole Kosher thing notwithstanding, this seemed to violate the whole "seething the calf in its mother's milk" prohibition.

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