tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91686642012-02-15T22:49:53.029-08:00It's 90% of all software developers that give the rest a bad name.Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.comBlogger2471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-26270801980672470372009-09-19T21:43:00.001-07:002009-09-19T21:43:15.056-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/23e4dbe6-678e-43f0-9bc1-25844e442ebc_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-2627080198067247037?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-45840302481114189562009-09-17T20:49:00.001-07:002009-09-17T20:49:35.395-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/af608f81-0f63-4f7c-bd73-2ce44286fe3c_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>Kayla in purple, hair/MUA by Celia and Andrea</p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4584030248111418956?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-57776668761154888832009-09-05T00:11:00.001-07:002009-09-05T00:11:06.732-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/57015e09-c14c-4873-9c88-71d110dc992f_b.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5777666876115488883?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-56205203862995277102009-07-18T23:37:00.001-07:002009-07-18T23:37:01.604-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/13ba4d99-6c26-484e-87e7-28cacfd5d8ef_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5620520386299527710?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-57032377647595364812009-06-26T12:43:00.001-07:002009-06-26T12:43:20.600-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/b4d65a58-fd59-4967-9f12-c2135af4d55e_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div><div class="pp_item" align="center"><h4 class="pp_title">Lacee, Mukilteo beach</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/66001389-7767-4553-9772-10d60042cb04_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>MUA: Sheila, SPA Studio. Assistance from Larry G. </p></div><div class="pp_item" align="center"><h4 class="pp_title">Lacee, Mukilteo beach</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/38b1ebbc-74ab-40e6-ad09-fea7dbec6959_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>MUA: Sheila, SPA Studio. Assistance from Larry G. </p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5703237764759536481?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-59296684791592737532009-06-11T00:51:00.001-07:002009-06-11T00:51:37.974-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/006cc92c-8691-419b-a6c0-f979c0fd4031_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div><div class="pp_item" align="center"><h4 class="pp_title">Shauna, SPA Studio, MUA Shiela</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/28032cc7-f15c-46a9-99d8-16f5f4993b5b_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div><div class="pp_item" align="center"><h4 class="pp_title">Shauna, SPA Studio, MUA Shiela</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/83235474-f684-4fdb-90cc-76be1c133c83_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div><div class="pp_item" align="center"><h4 class="pp_title">Shauna, SPA Studio, MUA Shiela</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/f03d9a6d-c37d-4d67-baea-792d32d8e739_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5929668479159273753?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-91002775920344275972009-06-11T00:39:00.001-07:002009-06-11T00:39:42.157-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/f6f61d82-f258-4b12-a59e-1840784db900_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div><div class="pp_item" align="center"><h4 class="pp_title">Joanne</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/a525b8c5-20f4-4baf-a1f4-236d4bcfe015_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>Shot at SPA studio, MUA Sheila</p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-9100277592034427597?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-46040326603939269822009-06-11T00:21:00.001-07:002009-06-11T00:21:31.608-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/a5db6daa-ac56-4c2c-a60e-801a21fdb2af_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>Joanne as Maggie Gyllenhaal. Shot at the SPA studio.</p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4604032660393926982?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-72467426054134519532009-05-20T20:40:00.001-07:002009-05-20T20:40:34.788-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/39b7013b-bc8b-4e2d-9635-7649e33be3cd_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>At SPA, makeup by Sheila</p></div></div><div class="pp_credit"><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-7246742605413451953?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-88498056783793745292009-05-20T12:17:00.001-07:002009-05-20T12:17:23.696-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item" align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/04bdb5ad-d992-4ba7-a795-c328b115bad1_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div><div class="pp_item" align="center"><h4 class="pp_title">Melissa (2), at SPA studio, 13 May</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/e29113ea-2164-4cd7-83e9-eda96d809c28_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div><div class="pp_item" align="center"><h4 class="pp_title">Melissa (3), at SPA studio, 13 May</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/b6dbe0e1-0c7e-442b-9e58-780696737032_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="pp_credit"><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-8849805678379374529?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-81552016172532124772009-04-24T22:49:00.001-07:002009-04-24T22:49:06.985-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/4028095a-a817-44d7-bb2f-5066f7e47391_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>Processed, even Victoria was impressed</p></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-8155201617253212477?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1394939979202375602009-04-14T00:56:00.001-07:002009-04-14T00:56:37.097-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/2605fe5c-20f8-46fe-992b-d10919cd8451_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-139493997920237560?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-16260241933477878952009-04-13T20:35:00.001-07:002009-04-13T20:35:32.335-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/d4d64cf6-25c5-4f75-8b5a-e2d11101159f_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><h4>Sammy - from Lux5</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/14826348-a981-4af6-9c45-b05b4655c010_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1626024193347787895?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-12452659819428877012009-03-27T00:01:00.001-07:002009-03-27T00:01:23.924-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/f8b04cb1-897b-4dab-9cbd-f4cb3264bcc0_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1245265981942887701?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-8806173537674747182009-03-26T00:27:00.001-07:002009-03-26T00:27:07.548-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/74a10e8a-9a0b-4b3c-959f-41390f85df0d_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-880617353767474718?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-15493799722871414092009-03-26T00:19:00.001-07:002009-03-26T00:19:38.088-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/2b22f1b1-fe95-47bd-8b06-8fd8404856b3_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><h4>Israh, Jan 09</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/c630a6fb-8f4d-4589-b9f3-746013bfaa17_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1549379972287141409?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-65893780748527390822009-03-24T23:40:00.001-07:002009-03-24T23:40:00.081-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/e82463a4-f896-4bda-b924-6ccfa1fd601a_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>another attempt -- stupid uploader</p></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-6589378074852739082?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-46320931037954613582009-03-24T23:21:00.001-07:002009-03-24T23:21:01.034-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/8e5cdc72-3e87-44c9-8fe4-12b3a9b383f4_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4632093103795461358?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-10135453417386043772009-03-24T22:19:00.001-07:002009-03-24T22:19:31.214-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/a86fb6c0-5782-4f26-a466-96fb3da12c75_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><h4>Anna</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/af53b2fd-1e82-4a7f-b543-2be97325372e_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1013545341738604377?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-71284572325874607782009-03-18T22:31:00.001-07:002009-03-18T22:31:19.390-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/efa88397-4d26-4345-9bd5-eaa1aa69695d_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><h4>kacee #2, updated and cleaned up</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/4e79cdc7-de33-4d43-a842-d695664dd683_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><h4>kacee, updated and cleaned up</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/7ee44711-b840-4d6c-a9fb-0f19f5f551e2_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-7128457232587460778?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-73319756549635503452009-03-15T02:03:00.001-07:002009-03-15T02:03:02.538-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/481cbe61-ee4b-409a-8a35-f197fe64e180_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-7331975654963550345?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-15706820695422948252009-03-15T00:50:00.001-07:002009-03-15T00:50:38.834-07:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/064ff560-aa88-41dd-8e14-67274574e59c_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1570682069542294825?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-88391526891916865972009-03-05T23:01:00.001-08:002009-03-05T23:01:20.828-08:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/1ded92d6-9c39-430b-be59-e207c2dc0a80_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>Greg and a model whose name I've forgotten (Sorry, but then some days I forget my own name too!)</p></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-8839152689191686597?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-18132536186699848282009-03-05T20:50:00.001-08:002009-03-05T20:50:51.249-08:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/772e81a7-98be-4368-ac55-88eda9e99e30_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>Outdoors using strobes.</p></div></div><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><h4>Melanie, March 09</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/7256cb3c-086a-4253-9775-5b864afed4ef_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /><p>Working on portraiture lighting. The lighting is more dramatic if the soft box is feathered</p></div></div><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><h4>Rose</h4><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/739435e1-b5a9-48dd-a910-bfc32acb6b9d_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1813253618669984828?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-46975531772430739622009-03-05T09:34:00.003-08:002009-03-05T09:34:28.975-08:00How does blog-it perform? Does this appear in my facebook feed, my twitter account and my blog? <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4697553177243073962?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-32408687777505958542009-03-05T09:34:00.001-08:002009-03-05T09:34:27.056-08:00How does blog-it perform? Does this appear in my facebook feed, my twitter account and my blog? <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-3240868777750595854?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-57596100157819570612009-03-05T09:32:00.001-08:002009-03-05T09:32:25.808-08:00How does blog-it perform? Does this appear in my facebook feed, my twitter account and my blog? <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5759610015781957061?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-49194874361848787802009-03-05T09:31:00.005-08:002009-03-05T09:31:53.588-08:00How does blog-it perform? Does this appear in my facebook feed, my twitter account and my blog? <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4919487436184878780?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-36098284826436699372009-03-05T09:31:00.003-08:002009-03-05T09:31:35.420-08:00How does blog-it perform? Does this appear in my facebook feed, my twitter account and my blog? <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-3609828482643669937?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-42265330512589626172009-03-05T09:31:00.001-08:002009-03-05T09:31:27.838-08:00How does blog-it perform? Does this appear in my facebook feed, my twitter account and my blog? <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4226533051258962617?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-45628993302925152882009-03-05T09:17:00.000-08:002009-03-05T09:19:03.044-08:00This was shot from last December, up at the SPA studio. I uploaded it as part of setting up pixelpipe to see how easy it is to use. I have to say I'm less than impressed. It only uploads to certain sites, and I didn't see anywhere (in the iPhoto uploader) to set a title.<br /><br />Still looking for the perfect uploader to cover all my online "homes"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4562899330292515288?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-14224101851171092902009-03-05T08:39:00.001-08:002009-03-05T08:39:36.159-08:00<div class="pp_items"><div class="pp_item"><h4><div align="center"><img src="http://static.pixelpipe.com/4d87481b-0d05-43b4-848d-6cfd2b267cb3_m.jpg" style="max-width: 100%;" /></div></div><h5>Posted via <a href="http://pixelpipe.com">Pixelpipe</a>.</h5></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1422410185117109290?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-44504754778427129132007-07-23T14:20:00.000-07:002007-07-23T14:22:17.467-07:00I can spy on who gets on my boat! Better still, Mike doesn't know about it,so I can check out "D" dock, and then call him up and ask him why he's skiving off work again!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4450475477842712913?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-52568468604546604422007-07-23T13:34:00.000-07:002007-07-23T13:39:27.636-07:00Well, as part of the <a href="http://technoluddite.blogspot.com/2007/07/boats-and-beds.html">flurry of activity</a> before our yearly pilgrimage northward we decided to get new batteries for the boat. As I was shooting for the <a href="http://www.allnationscup.org/default.aspx">All Nations Cup</a> this weekend, Daliah went to pick them up.<br /><br />And carefully stored them in the car, on their sides.<br /><br />Do you know what happens to batteries when they are tipped over? I'll tell you - the acid all comes out over the carpet of your car! <br /><br />I spent a happy Sunday washing the car with baking soda -- down to the metal under the floor. And we now have river shaped indents in all the carpets in the car.<br /><br />Not a happy David<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5256846860454660442?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-35096767875233338652007-07-19T13:17:00.000-07:002007-07-23T13:33:38.423-07:00Earlier in the week we decided on a solution for Irit's back when sleeping on the boat. At home we have what, according to everyone who sleeps on it, is the most comfortable mattress in the known universe. On the boat we have, according to Irit a bed of nails, pain and misery. <br /><br />So it was decided that, seeing as how we have less guests in the house than nights on the boat, we would switch the mattresses around. So far, so good. <br /><br />I love theory.<br /><br />I don't love the "david - make it so!" part from Irit. <br /><br />We are talking queen-sized beds here. Getting a very firm, albeit very comfy, mattress into a mini-van is not easy. Getting it out again, in the pouring rain on a slippy dock is very difficult. It would have been sensible to have brought something to wrap it in. We didn't think of that, so I had to balance it on my head whilst Irit walked behind making "helpful" suggestions and Victoria opened gates/doors etc. We got as far as the boat without <b>too </b>much hassle. <br /><br />Then we decided to take the old one out first - sensible heh.<br /><br />As I mentioned, this is a queen sized mattress. However, we have a twin-sized corridor. <br /><br />Picture the corridor for a moment. <br /><br />It's like a little "h". The top goes into the "v"-berth. The bottom left-leg goes into our stateroom. The entire corridor is actually shorter than the mattress! The bottom right leg is to the salon/main part of the boat. However, there is a little catch. Bottom right leg to middle of the "h" is a staircase! Not a "couple of steps" staircase, but 6 1/2 feet spirally down!<br /><br />Did I mention this is a queen sized mattress.<br /><br />We got stuck.<br /><br />It took half an hour to get the old shabby half-as-thick-and-not-as-firm-as-the-new-one mattress up the stairs. This did not include the time to patch up victoria after the whole shebang slid back down on her.<br /><br />Once we had got it out, it took surprisingly little time to get the new one in, possibly because gravity was working for us. And possibly because by this time we had covered all the walls and stairwell in vaselene.<br /><br />However, there are two little problems.<br /><br />One, this is a <b>VERY </b> firm mattress, and the bed is now so tall that the top of the mattress is higher than Irit's waist! Two, unless we pry the bow of the boat off, this mattress is never never never coming out again.<br /><br />It is comfy though.<br /><br />Saturday<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-3509676787523333865?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-79796972328905464962007-06-05T10:17:00.000-07:002007-06-05T10:18:42.022-07:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqfFrCUrEbY">watch until the end ... </a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-7979697232890546496?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-56483093502231868592007-05-13T10:13:00.000-07:002007-05-13T10:16:05.684-07:00I love Blake Island. Every year in September, I tell the girls to inform their teachers they are taking a day off in April so we can get there early. Rain or shine, we always have a great cruise. This year was no exception, Bob and Judy Hollenbeck and Rick Gardener did a wonderful job (even if I forgot to thank Rick properly). Even the games were better this year. Instead of playing softball, someone had the bright idea of playing kickball, which meant that everyone could join in. (Except a certain pirate who had a huge gash in his foot). The scoring seemed a little suspect, but no one seemed too worried. After a few panicked phone calls on Friday, the Saturday night BBQ was wonderful, ending up with enough food to feed more than half of King County. <br /><br />For me it was a personal first, I single-handedly maneuvered the good ship Silverado from Carillon Point, through the locks and out to Blake Island. I even got put on the wall in the large lock. This could have become embarrassing when the boat that pulled up alongside me was "Stargazer" (the original one). I figured that if I did something silly with Barbara tied up alongside I'd never hear the end of it. However, all went smoothly. The trip over was peaceful, the docking smooth and the Sound like glass. Unfortunately, that was the end of the peace for the weekend. The feared pirate Long John Silver terrorized the younger members of the crews of the Knotty Nurse, the Sea Horse and Happy Destiny III. (Whatever happened to I and II?). Now I'm not saying who he was, but there are discarded dreadlocks and swords on the cabin floor in the Silverado. We had new members John and Holly there in their boat "Stargazer" (the new one). They seemed to fit in well with everyone except for one concerned lady from Texas who worried about this upstart "Stargazer".<br /><br />Now you may (especially if you have been looking at the website) heard something about the ducks on the front of the Silverado "disappearing". Suffice it to say, the villains have been discovered, and punishment will be forthcoming. Oh and the next time some joker leaves a state park infraction ticket on my boat, have the sense to fill it in properly! It took me all of about 20 seconds to figure out that a fine for $1600 for "invalid license on a kayak" wasn't completely valid.<br /><br />Following Blake Island, our next function was Opening Day. As the log boom has been filling up earlier and earlier each year, a bunch of us decided to head out Thursday night, to save space for the other club members. Irit was working and Vicky was still in school, so John Goodfellow and I took the Silverado out. Commodore and Vice Commodore handling a boat, what can go wrong? We were the the first BYC boat there, and at 5:00pm on Thursday, the log boom was already full! We successfully dropped the anchor, and were backing toward the boom when we realized our first mistake. The secret to tying on to the boom is to tie something heavy to the line, throw it over the boom and then use a hook under the boom to bring it back. Let me tell you that with a 3/4" line, a frying pan is not heavy enough. We successfully dropped the anchor and backed down in about three minutes and then took almost three quarters of an hour trying to get the stupid frying pan to sink. Ah well, at least we provided amusement for the other boats tied up already. Eventually all was tied down, drinks were poured and we settled in for the night. Then Opening Day itself dawned.<br /><br />When you think of the current crop of Bellevue Yacht Club officers, I suspect that the end scene from "An Officer and a Gentleman" is not the first comparison that comes to mind. Rarely have David, Roger, John and Tom been described as suave and sophisticated. Even so, it’s surprising how many of us are lacking in the basic essential clothing required for the Opening Day ceremony. In the desperate rush to acquire white pants and blue blazers, we collectively spent more time on Ebay than any of us have done since the Internet was born. The problem was exaggerated when, after the long bidding war with SunshinePartyGirl42 was over, I found out that she is John Goodfellow.<br /><br />However, at 0630 on Saturday morning, Irit and I were up and getting ready to go to the Opening Ceremony Breakfast. As this was on the other side of the Mountlake Cut, we had to get a ride over there. Fortunately we hadn’t eaten yet as the sight of a half naked and half awake Steve Touchstone can turn over even the strongest stomach. However, on arrival, we realized that all of John’s worrying about belts, white pants, hats and even the correct colour underwear was justified. The pomp and circumstance of the occasion was incredible, and I was very proud to represent the club. <br /> <br />It was good to see all our new members at Opening Day. Dave and Jennifer, John and Holly and the newest members Tim and Deanna. Tim and Deanna are easy to spot, they are the boat with other half of King County partying on it. They proved that weight limits mean nothing to a 45 foot Bayliner.<br /> <br />For those of you who watch "The Deadliest Catch", if you want a photo opportunity, go and fuel up at Ballard Oil, you will have the chance to take the paint off the NorthWestern. Not that I would know who did such a thing this morning.<br /> <br />For those of you who don't know, or have not signed up yet, we are having a membership drive at the Newport Yacht Basin marina. The weekends of May 19/20, May 26/27/28 and June 2/3 we will be on the dinghy dock. Please come down to the marina and hang out with the club. For more details, and times we need volunteers, please call Renee Touchstone. 425-XXX-XXXX. If there is anyone who you talk to about boating, or you see on the dock, bring them down to meet us. And as an added incentive, every member who signs up a new member gets one months dues free.<br /> <br />Finally, there has been a change in the boating laws in Washington State. We had a letter from Michael Campbell, president of the NMTA:<br /> <i><font color="#ff0000"><br />"On Thursday, Washington Governor Christine Gregoire signed HB 1651 into law. I want to thank everyone of you who contacted your elected representatives in Olympia over the past three months.<br /> <br />The law creates a new "Boating Activities Fund" and authorizes a study, to be completed before the end of the year, to determine how the State can "Serve Boaters Better" in the future. Boaters in Washington State pay millions of dollars every year in boating specific taxes. Our objective is to see that an appropriate portion of those dollars are invested in boating programs.<br /> <br />Again, thanks to all of you who encouraged the Legislature to pass the bill. It is the first step in a carefully planned strategy to improving boating and boating services in Washington State. I will keep you posted as we continue to make progress.<br /> <br />Michael Campbell<br />President<br />Northwest Marine Trade Association"<br /></font></i><br />Hope to see you all at Port Ludlow.<br />David Silver<br />Commodore.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5648309350223186859?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-4691807280837469592007-05-10T21:12:00.000-07:002007-05-10T21:14:09.416-07:00I'm running my brand new Apple computer....<br />it's running the Parallels application....<br />which is running Vista in the virtual machine ....<br />which is running PC VM .....<br />which is hosting XP in the virtual machine ....<br />which is running Remote Desktop Connection ....<br />which is connected to my development machine!<br /><br />I'm very confused.<br /><br />Even more so when Ctrl and Command now need to work interchangably.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-469180728083746959?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-76177175646388379362007-04-29T20:26:00.000-07:002007-04-29T20:28:43.737-07:00The real problem with ripping music is nothing to do with the question of whether it is legal, ethical, moral, or comes with chocolate. The real problem with ripping music is when #1 daughter comes in with a CD mix for you, and it's a brilliant mix, and she can not remember who the heck is the artist on track 11!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-7617717564638837936?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-80091993212200124942007-04-27T15:18:00.000-07:002007-04-27T16:06:06.767-07:00Well, the laptop debacle turned out well. I didn't pay $1200 to Apple after all. <a href="www.seattlelaptop.com">Seattle Laptop</a> did an excellent job of fixing it for $350!!<br /><br />Not only that but they were quick, helpful and courteous. I know, shocking - two out of three is rare these days and I got the triumvirate! Considering the trauma I put that thing through, I think it's money well spent. Since I got it, it has taken more abuse than George Bush's foreign policy.<br /><br />I also got a new MacPro at work, and it smells like a new car. It's very creepy.<br /><br />However, the best news is I can see light at the end of the tunnel. Daliah got her first real (summer) job. Guess where the queen of bookworms is working? Yes, Barnes and Noble! Now she can start supporting <b>me</b> in <b>my</b> book habit.<br /><br />As Mabel just pointed out - 30% discount and Harry Potter coming out makes it all the cooler!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-8009199321220012494?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-27264890219731970562007-04-23T13:17:00.000-07:002007-04-23T13:26:44.648-07:00Gravity is has a responsibility to us, to help us stay on the surface of the planet and not float off into space to explode in a vacuum filled lack of oxygen whilst we spend our last 30 seconds of desperately attempting to breathe.<br /><br />Gravity seems to be abusing that responsibility at the moment. I don't know what it is, but she sure is mad at me. Whatever I touch lately plummets downward. Usually at the most inconvenient moment. Such as when I get out of the car, take three steps and then my keys leap out of my hand straight into a rain gutter. (Wednesday). Or when Patrick walks by my desk and my coffee cup jumps up and throws itself at my laptop. (Monday). Apple wanted $1200 to fix that! It seems that my all encompassing extended warranty covers absolutely everything except acidic liquid (i.e. coffee) on it and falling from a great height. Again, gravity. (Thursday).<br /><br />I can't even escape it over water. Two bolts are supposed to hold each trim-tab on the bolt. Apparently gravity convinced both the ones on the starboard tab to go for a swim as it's now stuck pointing downward at a jaunty angle that makes controlling the boat very entertaining. The hydraulic level however, its pointing straight out. (not sure when this happened).<br /><br />Oh, and the worst one, the amount of money in my bank account. That's just rocketing downward faster than George Bush's approval rating.<br /><br />And Chris wonders why my I.M. name is "dammit!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-2726489021973197056?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-56014967779333189982007-04-20T00:30:00.000-07:002007-04-20T00:34:02.911-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Puget Sound Marine Forecast ....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">PZZ135-201100-<br />/O.COR.KSEW.MA.F.0000.000000T0000Z-000000T0000Z/<br />PUGET SOUND AND HOOD CANAL-<br />843 PM PDT THU APR 19 2007<br /><br /> TONIGHT...N WIND 5 TO 15 KT. WIND WAVES 1 OR 2 FT.<br /><br /> FRI AND FRI NIGHT...LIGHT WIND BECOMING NW 5 TO 15 KT DURING THE AFTERNOON AND EVENING HOURS. WIND WAVES 1 OR 2 FT.<br /><br /> SAT...S WIND TO 10 KT. WIND WAVES 1 FT OR LESS.<br /><br /> SAT NIGHT...S WIND 10 TO 15 KT. WIND WAVES 1 OR 2 FT.<br /><br /> SUN THROUGH TUE...SW WIND 5 TO 15 KT...EXCEPT BECOMING NW SEATTLE NORTHWARD DURING THE AFTERNOON AND EVENING HOURS. WIND WAVES 1 OR 2 FT. <br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">My boating buddy backed out at the last minuite, so my choices are .... don't go, or go it alone ... I keep wanting to try it and weatherwise this seems like a good opportunity.<br /><br />If I don't come back, it was nice knowing you all ....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5601496777933318998?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-43766810240762683502007-04-18T22:40:00.000-07:002007-04-18T22:51:28.181-07:00I tried an interesting experiment tonight. I'd done it before, but not with such dramtic results. I started working with a new model, Dawn:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.silver-imaging.com/silver-i/dawn.jpg"><br /><br />She is a VERY good looking person. Her boyfriend was there and we were gently teasing her, and then we started looking at her more closely. I took a picture of her, opened it in photoshop twice, and with each one cropped it vertically so I had split her face into two halves running between her eyes and through her nose. In one picture I took the left side of her face, and in the other picture, the right side of her face. Then I mirrored each half and made two separate pictures....<br /><br /><img src="http://www.silver-imaging.com/silver-i/Dawn-Left.jpg"><img src="http://www.silver-imaging.com/silver-i/Dawn-Right.jpg"><br /><br />Yes, these are the same girl, one taken of each side of her face.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-4376681024076268350?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-27180436648104348122007-04-12T23:15:00.000-07:002007-04-12T23:17:27.825-07:00is the amount of time you waste on the games they find on the internet.<br /><br />This is the latest: <a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/blocky.html"> http://www.addictinggames.com/blocky.html</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-2718043664810434812?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-69428409394852077042007-04-12T20:58:00.000-07:002007-04-12T21:01:23.627-07:00So it was the first cruise of my year as commodore. We had agreed to meet new members Dave and Jennifer Jacobs outside Carillon Point and help them through the locks and show them the way to Port Orchard. It was also a gloriously sunny day,Irit wrapped herself up in 17 blankets and joined me on the fly bridge, and I have to admit, I was feeling more than a little pleased with myself.<br /><br />I should have known that it would never last.<br /><br />We didn’t even get across Lake Washington.<br /><br />Half way across the lake, we discovered that the alarms on the engine do in fact work. The port engine started making noises like it was a hamster giving birth to an elephant and then, with a final squeak, died. As if this wasn’t bad enough, when I opened the hatch to the engine room, black smoke poured out and there was a dreadful burning smell. <br /><br />After the initial panic had died down, I ventured into the engine room and discovered that the problem was nothing more than a broken fan belt. Simple, or so I thought. That was when I discovered I didn’t have my tool box. Fortunately, Dave and Jennifer had also stopped, and Dave has a toolbox that would make a Nascar 500 pit crew proud. We went back to the engine room and discovered problem number two. I have an engine synchronizer. It has a rod that connects to the flywheel on the engine, and thus effectively stops you putting the fan belt on without breaking. We had to break it. <br /><br />Ah well, we ended up breaking a $5 part, put the new fan belt on and decided to press on. We should still make Port Orchard by dark. It did get dark. Very dark from the new clouds of smelly burnt black gas coming out of the engine room again! <br /><br />Another quick trip to the engine room showed that the brand spanking new fan belt was in the process of being shredded on the idler bearing. This was because, instead of spinning at 1200 RPM along with the rest of the engine, the bearing was completely jammed solid and was now thus working as a fan belt shredder. The black smoke and burning smell was the rubber disintegrating. Extremely annoying but not dangerous. It did mean, however that we were not going to be going to Port Orchard on the boat. Fortunately, Tom and Kim Stuthers among others were en route and able to help Dave and Jennifer to Port Orchard. We limped back to Carillon Point and docked on one engine – and of course this was the time that the wind decided to pick up. I love docking in the wind. On one engine. Just as the rain starts to lash down. The worst part was, as the wind had obviously picked up and we were wandering around, in and out of the slip, like a drunken hippo, the utter and total git who keeps his boat in slip E7 sat there and watched us struggle for 15 minuites. Thanks dude, remind me to return the favor. Fortunately, Chip very kindly came down and helped us and we managed to dock with minimal damage. (Which is pretty much how I dock anyway). <br /><br />Not to be done out of a weekend away, we decided that we’d go over on Saturday by car and still get to see everyone. By a happy coincidence, we discovered that Roger and Shelene Conen were also driving and staying at the same hotel. <br /><br />The day was excellent, the Struthers and Martins did an excellent job of hosting the cruise, except that Kim’s Shamrock-hiding skills were obviously no challenge for Ryan. The evening’s entertainment went pretty much the way you can imagine. Good food, good company and lots of ooh-ing and aah-ing at the Jacob’s cute baby. As Roger, Shelene and I had all had a drink or two, Irit offered to drive us all back to the hotel. So, four adults and three teenagers in one car, we set off. <br /><br />One way, down a wrong way street.<br /><br />Next to a police car.<br /><br />Did you know that the lights of the Port Orchard police cars are extremely bright?<br />I have to say at this point, that the police officer in question was extremely polite and friendly. He took Irit’s license, registration and insurance and went back to his car. Presumably to check if she is a $3,000,000 tax evader, car thief or possibly the world’s first small cuddly dark haired female mass serial killer.<br /><br />Now I would like you to imagine the inside of our car. It is a Honda Odsessy. It has 3 rows of seats. In the front were Irit and I. I knew I’d been drinking and decided to sit quietly and not make matters worse, because, lets face it, how many other people do you know who have been deported from two countries? The police are not always understanding when I get involved. In the very back row were the Conan boys and Victoria. Looking back at their incredulous faces, I could see all three were just dying to say something and had no idea what the consequences might be. Now the middle row. <br /><br />Roger and Shelene are a lovely couple. I’ve always thought so. However, I did feel that Shelene wanting to stick her head out and get a picture of the police officer giving Irit a ticket might not have been the most sensible thing to do at that minute. Especially when he told Irit he was going to let her off with a warning. At that point the giggles from the middle seat really were just not helping. Shelene’s loud protestations that the picture would look great in the club newsletter really wasn’t helping at that point. <br /><br />However, he was either deaf or used to drunken middle aged lunatics and he let us go. We scampered back to the hotel, retired to bed and I started to wonder just how I could exagerate this story to fill up space to make Dan happy. I have to tell you, there are a couple of good bits, that, for the sake of harmony in the Silver household, I missed out.<br /><br />All in all, it was a great weekend. We were glad to see everyone and I hope to see you all at Blake Island.<br /><br />Oh, one final footnote. Remember Dave and Jennifer? They followed Tom and Kim Struthers back through the locks to Lake Washington. By an unhappy coincidence, Tom and Kim’s bearing went out too! After talking to Kim we’ve decided to warn all club members, don’t allow Dave and Jennifer near your boat if you’re on Lake Washington, they bring bad luck ☺<br /><br />One other footnote. (Just in case I have to travel with the Jacobs again), I have now bought a brand spanking new tool kit. It’s enough to make a NASA engineer proud. Unfortunately, the clip that keeps all the little twiddly bits that stick on spikey bits and help loosen bolts on the engine broke loose, and they all spilt out into the engine room when I went to finally replace the idler bearing.<br /><br />Sigh, and it started off being such a good day.<br /><br />David Silver<br />Commodore.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-6942840939485207704?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-81334910998928163472007-04-09T20:53:00.000-07:002007-04-09T20:55:21.000-07:00Did a new portrait tonight for a close friend of mine. He runs an IT company here in the Pacific North Wet, and I must say, even if I'm a little biased, a jolly good company it is too! If you are in need of IT services, <a href="http://soundcomputing.net/">check them out</a>.<br /><br />Here he is in all his glory. <img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/07-04-09,9540,D9.jpg"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-8133491099892816347?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-7227384809698420882007-04-03T18:18:00.000-07:002007-04-03T18:28:55.420-07:00Last night was the first night of Passover, so of course we had a Seder. Daliah came home for the weekend, and, as she'd been away most of the year, asked that we do it alone. This was good as once again I was spared the embarrassment of falling on the floor with laughter.<br /><br />The Haggadot (prayer books) we use have the service in Hebrew, English, and what is called Transliterated Hebrew. What this means is that the words are in the English script, but spelt out so as to pronounce the words as they should be in Hebrew. I.e. The Hebrew word for "hello" is pronounced "shalom". This is the transliterated spelling.<br /><br />Soooo.<br /><br />In the Haggadah there is a song called "Who knows one". Each verse is about a number, starting at one and ending in thirteen. Each one describes something of that number. One God, two tablets the Ten Commandments were written on, seven days of the week, etc.<br /><br />Four describes the four wives of Abraham, Issac and Jacob - Sarah, Rebecca, Leah, Rachel). The transliteration however, instead of giving a spelling for Four Mothers was wrong.<br /><br />According to our Haggadah, Sarah, Rebecca, Leah, Rachel were in fact described as "Four Hot Momma's", which, once we read it, dissolved Victoria and I to tears, holding up the ceremony for a good ten minutes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-722738480969842088?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-58719056295656552832007-04-03T18:17:00.000-07:002007-04-03T18:18:35.741-07:00When your bathroom has no windows and the power goes out, it's hard to keep your aim true.<br /><br />Nuff said.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-5871905629565655283?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-15003631379691627202007-03-20T23:05:00.000-07:002007-03-20T23:07:03.479-07:00There is a new slideshow <a href="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/slideshow/index.html">here</a><br /><br />I'll be moving it to the <a href="http://www.silver-imaging.com">main web site</a> soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1500363137969162720?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-37210037210057660502007-03-18T17:16:00.000-07:002007-03-18T17:41:46.448-07:00I'd like to say that my first cruse as commodore went smoothly. We cruised to Port Orchard, taking new members with us, guiding them through the locks, helping them navigate Puget Sound, and generally having a well organized and fun weekend.<br /><br />I'd like to say that, but it would be a total lie.<br /><br />We did meet new members Dave and Jennifer, just outside Carillon Point. We started to cross Lake Washington, and despite the wind in the forecast, it was a beautiful day. However, after about five minutes, an alarm went off and the port engine shut down. The fan belt had shredded. Now, I might not be the most technical person on the planet but I do know enough to carry spares. This might seem like a silly thing to say *now* but I've never changed a fan belt before, and wasn't sure what to do. Remember the new members? The ones the commodore was supposed to be helping on their first cruise? Well, that got turned upside down. Fortunately for me, Dave is a car nut and had all the tools and experience needed to change a fan belt. Except for the little item of the synchroniser. We have engine synchronisers. Synchronisers attach to the engine on the drive shaft. This one was attached really well. Really really well. The only way to get it off was to crack the pins it was held on with. <br /><br />Hmm, maybe Dave doesn't know so much about engines after all. He broke my syncroniser. Still, there was no other way we could see to get it off and we did make progress. We then got the fan belt on. It was easy, loosen the "idler bearing", put the belt on, and then tighten it all back up again.<br /><br />Cool! Ten minuites work and we turned the engines on. The immediate black smoke and burning smell was a clue something was wrong. We turned the engines off again.<br /><br />It turns out that there was a reason the fan belt broke, it wasn't just wear and tear. The idler bearing had seized up. This is something that is never supposed to happen. Just like when the transmission went after 3,000 miles on the Oddessy, just like when the tranmission went <b>*again*</b> agter 12,000 miles and just like when the axel fell out of the car driving through campus. <br /><br />Sigh, machines really dont like me.<br /><br />So, we limped back to Carillon Point on one engine. Of course, as soon as we neared the marina, the winds that had been forecast decided that now was a great time to blow up. It took us three or four attempts to dock in nasty winds on one engine. Success was mostly due to Chip's help on the dock. By the way, if the pratt who keeps his boat in the slip two down from me is reading this .. thanks for the help. It's always fun to watch someone struggling to dock in wind isn't it? Git.<br /><br />Anyhow, we didn't want to miss the cruise, so we decided to drive across and stay in a hotel. <br /><br />Oh, and the engine sync we couldn't dismantle correctly .. I just realized I have a manual somewhere...<br /><br /><br />And Irit got arrested, but I'll leave that for the BYC article......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-3721003721005766050?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-19797731028002802032007-02-21T08:16:00.000-08:002007-02-21T08:21:02.147-08:00So I was talking to Patrick this morning. James Blunt came up in conversation and I remarked that "Goodbye My Lover" is supposedly the most popular song to be played at funerals in England. Which led to what song would <b>YOU</b> want to be played at your funeral?<br /><br />I'm currently thinking "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd.<br /><br />Thoughts?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-1979773102800280203?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-25480946184998889022007-02-19T21:35:00.000-08:002007-02-20T12:43:56.394-08:00It was excellent! Our little nuclear family now knows 8 recipies! It took a little longer to cook than normal, so the skin wasn't as crispy as we like, but it was very well recieved...<br /><br /><b>Before</b><br /><img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_MG_9133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><b>The Chicken Comes Out of the Cooker</b><br /><img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_MG_9137.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><b>Hungry Students</b><br /><img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_MG_9139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><b>Avril about to devour the whole thing....</b><br /><img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_MG_9141.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-2548094618499888902?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-73309216305029933672007-02-19T14:02:00.000-08:002007-02-19T19:54:32.042-08:00So we're having lunch and Avril has a suggestion for supper. She and the girls have gone to pick up the rest of the Canadian-Shins-Tailgate-Party contingent whilst I stay at work and earn enough money to keep the girls in food, bras and knickers.<br /><br />Her request for beer chicken. Basically the idea is that you open a can of beer, shove it up the chicken's butt and stick it in the oven. Then, about an hour later take it out and enjoy.<br /><br />I'll let you know how it goes .....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-7330921630502993367?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-64768339322685702032007-02-18T22:29:00.000-08:002007-02-18T22:46:03.573-08:00It's been an very interesting weekend. Dals came home (good!), she brought Avril with her (very good!), the engines on the boat wont start (bad!) and the weather ended up being dreadful! (very bad!).<br /><br />After bouts of something odd, Vicky and I decided to go to Gig after all. We left for Bell St. marina as planned to meet up with Dals and Avril as they came off the clipper. We took Chelsea with us (the EPS Chelsea, not the UVic Chelsea or someone from the nasty football team in London). We had a very pleasant crossing, and ended up in Anthony's Home Port for supper. Supper was going to be in two sittings. Chelsea had to leave by 8:00pm, when her mother was picking her up, but Dals and Avril wouldn't arive before 8:00, assuming the Clipper was not late.<br /><br />This plan did have a big advantage, it meant that Vicky and I got to eat supper twice! <br /><br />All was progressing smoothly, until we had a frantic call from Chelsea after she got home. Her 5 year old sister, who she was baby sitting for, decided to drink some root beer. Not a problem, except that she was not happy that the bottle was mostly empty, so she topped it up with white wine and got subsequently as drunk as a 5 year old little body can get the first time it imbibes! She rang us in a great panic, but after she poured a bucket of water down little sisters throat all seemed fine.<br /><br />Saturday morning dawned bright and calm, so we set off. Everyone else was asleep as we passed Blake Island, the sun was rising over Elliot Bay and there was a lovely blue tint to the light. A lovely <b>flashing</b> blue tint! A quick peek over the starboard gunnel revealed a fast coastguard run-about complete with very large machine gun on the bow! We were being boarded! As the girls were still asleep, I shouted down to them that we were being boarded and to get out of bed. Dals had a predictably paniced response, but did a complete 180 degree turn when she saw the "hottie" member of the coast guard (her words not mine) who was boarding the boat.<br /><br />Things were not helped by Avril, a lady of Canadian extraction who insisted on giggling and taking pictures of everything, including the very large machine gun on the front of the coast guard vessel. We've been boating for nearly 10 years and never been boarded. She comes once and you see the result. <br /><br />We carried on down to Gig and tied up. During the course of the day, it occured to Mike that maybe the problem with the engines not starting was simply the batteries were low. They were! I like this solution, a bottle of distilled water costs WAY less than a whole new battery bank! <br /><br />Well, I had this little paper cut. I didn't know I had it until I started checking the batteries - and got acid in the cut!<br /><br />Apart from that, everything seemed fine. I waited an hour and tried the engines again to see if they would start any better. Not only did they start better but the port engine would no longer turn off! So here we were tied up in Gig with a diesel engine pouring out fumes and noise all over the marina. This was not endearing us to the local population. However, with help we eventually found the manual over ride and shut it off. <br /><br />We had 40 knot winds comming home today,which meant we rock and rolled all over Puget Sound. Not good, we lost another wine glass.<br /><br />However, Dals is home so all is well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-6476833932268570203?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1170051991270360702007-01-28T22:25:00.000-08:002007-02-19T07:08:14.143-08:00The definition of <b>all</b> Jewish holidays:<br /><ul><br /><li>They attacked us.</li><br /><li>We won.</li><br /><li>Let's eat!</li><br /></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-117005199127036070?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1169159973391899152007-01-18T14:37:00.000-08:002007-02-19T07:08:44.342-08:00We went out for lunch today. For some reason not connected with taste we decided to eat at "Todai" in Redmond Town Center. (And no, their food is not "to die" for). <br /><br />They had sushi, lots of sushi. This is good.<br /><br />They had <b>deep friend sushi</b>. This is wrong on so many levels I had to force myself to have 6 more glasses of saki.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116915997339189915?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1168759260080552932007-01-13T23:19:00.000-08:002007-02-19T07:10:24.787-08:00<i>Hi Vicky, what are you doing? What are you wearing? Are you thinking about me? How about now? Do you think I'm pretty? Where do babies come from?</i><br /><br />Just saw the episode again.... and I'm driving Vicky mad :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116875926008055293?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1168273096610925652007-01-08T08:14:00.000-08:002007-02-19T07:09:57.675-08:00<strong><em>For this months B.Y.C. article - New Years Resolutions.....</em></strong><br /><br />I don't normally make New Year Resolutions, Mostly because, for my family, the "real" New Year is Rosh HaShannah which occurs some time around October. Mostly, for us, the transition from December 31st to January 1st is an excuse to stay up late and party before the inevitable Small Craft Advisory the day after. After this years blowout - in more ways that one - I vote we move the BYC New Year's Cruise to, say, August. As that's not likely to happen, maybe this year I should make some resolutions that are achievable......<br /><br />Firstly, I resolve to get my articles in on time and stop giving poor Dan more heartache than he really needs. For the last four years or so, Dan has done an absolutely fantastic job of running the B.Y.C. newsletter. I did it before him, and I know it's an incredibly hard job, and we should all be very grateful to him for the work he has put in (and hopefully will continue to do so).<br /><br />Secondly I resolve to stop trying to kill sail-boaters with carbon-monoxide poisoning. Whenever we are in the large locks, we inevitably have a whole row of sail-boaters rafted behind us. All of whom, for some reason, find our engines more offensive than global warming, the Exxon Valdez and a gas guzzling SUV all rolled into one. I suspect that the fact that every time they start whining and complaining, I get the throttle and the off switch confused, might have something to do with it.<br /><br />Thirdly, I need to stop hanging around with cross-dressing boaters. Rudy L. on Lopez Island, Doug in a woman's bath robe at Christmas and finally Sid R. in Kingston. It seems to me that the Bellevue Yacht Club is going in a direction none of us foresaw coming. Maybe we should put more emphasis on the Belle in Bellevue?<br /><br />Some time late in January, after the new episodes of "Grey's Anatomy" start again, I'm going to take Daliah into a McDonalds so she can order a McDreamy.<br /><br />A serious one now. Through Steve T., Vicky and I got involved with the Special People's Cruise in December. Whereas this was very rewarding for us, and great fun for them, there are lots of people who never get a break and not only at the holiday time. Irit and I have already been in contact with Make-A-Wish about giving kids in need trips on the boat. All of us in BYC are very very lucky in our lives. We share a fabulous passion, we are able to surround ourselves with friends and loved ones. I encourage everyone to give back to the community and look for similar opportunities to give back. If there is enough interest, please let me know and we'll make this a BYC event.<br /><br />As a family we resolve to stop polluting Lake Washington with boat hooks. At the last count, we have dropped 6 boat hooks this side of the lock doors, the last one falling in on the way home from Kingston fending off a drunken sailor in the large locks. What is it about sailors? Every sailor in Puget Sound seems to be attracted to giving our fiberglass a lovely textured look as they bounce off us or use us for a braking device. Maybe I should spray the boat with carbon monoxide eau-de-cologne to keep them away?<br /><br />I resolve to stop writing so much drivel just to fill pages and make Dan happy. On the other hand, it *does* make Dan happy when one of us actually does an article, so may not.<br /><br />I resolve in the next 12 months to attempt to boat to Alaska. Not so much for the experience, but mostly for the fuel we will consume. All the taxes we will end up paying for diesel will be enough to feed every homeless person in Seattle for a month. Rereading that, it's not funny. Another serious one. Every year I say I'm going to get around to getting the money back from the tax we pay for fuel, and I never actually get around to collecting it. This year I'm going to do it, and then give it all away to a children's charity.<br /><br />Everyone always says that this is their "last" boat. Whereas I'm sure the Silverado is, in fact, our last boat, in the unlikely event that it isn't, I resolve to research boat names better and not name my boat after a car I never knew existed.<br /><br /><br />Finally, even though I will never never never be as old as Judy H., I resolve to stop talking about it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116827309661092565?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1168239799319604152007-01-07T23:02:00.000-08:002007-02-19T07:10:44.188-08:00nothing more to say really, except that she carefully waited until AFTER the bet to do it. The ratfink!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116823979931960415?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1168056191282152562007-01-05T20:01:00.000-08:002007-02-19T07:11:01.464-08:00My MacBook Pro laptop has started over heating. Normally this would be a bad thing. However, I figured out that if I put it on my thighs under a blanket, it makes a fantastic hot water bottle/leg warmer!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116805619128215256?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1167009225496840312006-12-24T17:11:00.000-08:002007-02-19T07:11:57.976-08:00I'm shocked, saddened, and depressed. Here we are on our yearly escape from the rains of the Pacific North Wet. This year we went to Sedona, and I find out that my beloved wife is unfaithful. Twenty three years we are together, and now I find out that she kissed another male, and I have pictures...<br><br /><br /><img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_R6E9319.jpg"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116700922549684031?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1165425691661285022006-12-06T08:54:00.000-08:002007-02-19T07:12:39.894-08:00I used to think it was just the <a href="http://technoluddite.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-internets-fault.html">internet that hates me</a>. I suspected it was <a href="http://technoluddite.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-repulse-electrical-components.html">electricity in general</a> but couldn't prove it. Now I'm sure, it's all of physics. When we were comming back from Poulsbo in a 30 knot wind, the windscreen wipers broke. I don't mean broke so they wouldn't work,but broke so they would not turn off! Have you noticed how annoying a windscreen wiper is when it stops raining, and it just screetches it's way across the window like a teacher drawing her nails down the black board? Well trying driving with that for a hour!<br /><br />We solved the problem when we got home, by killing all the power to the boat.<br /><br />I still dont know what the problem is, I went back last weekend to fix what I assumed was a faulty wire leading to the wiper switch. I opened up the control panel and, as on <a href="http://technoluddite.blogspot.com/2006/11/bellevue-yacht-club-november-article.html">previous occaisions</a> that simple act fixed everything. This means that when we go out for the next cruise, you know it's going to break again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116542569166128502?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1164926251302311862006-11-30T14:33:00.000-08:002006-11-30T14:39:06.723-08:00So here at the little software company I work at, we have a giving tree. For those who don't know what that is, every December, a tree appears in the lobby with a load of cards on. The card has someone's name and age, and something they would like for the holidays but can't afford. They are all from needy families in the area. People pick off labels at will, buy the item and leave the item and the card in a bin. The gifts are then distributed to the needy for Christmas. <br /><br />I found this on the tree today...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/DSC_0138a.jpg"><img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/DSC_0138a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />If case you can't make it out, it says "Kevin, 13, would like a bra and panties set".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116492625130231186?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1164339516231536892006-11-23T19:36:00.000-08:002006-11-24T00:42:46.896-08:00Thanksgiving is one of those holidays we only started celebrating since we came to America. However, I find it a little confusing. As I understand it, a bunch of uptight folks despised living in England because of all the drinking, gluttony and partying. They left Plymouth, sailed across a miserable ocean, and arrived, by a huge coincidence, in Plymouth! There they proceeded to starve to death, until rescued. The way we all celebrate their rescue is with drinking, gluttony and partying! <br /><br />What seems a little strange about this? I'll tell you ... it's totally inconcievable that any red-blooded Englishman would turn down a drink! <br /><br />Happy thanksgiving to all our friends and family.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116433951623153689?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1164253121203223102006-11-22T19:35:00.000-08:002006-11-22T19:38:41.226-08:00Reading Chris' blog tonight, I saw a link to <a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66">World 66</a>. You can build a map of all the countries in the world you've been to. I have a long way to go for the complete set....<img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedCountries/worldmap?visited=CAUSEGBEDKFRDEGRIEITLIMCNLESSEUKILJO"><br/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116425312120322310?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1164220240840721172006-11-22T10:29:00.000-08:002006-11-22T10:30:41.143-08:00Apparently the term of endearment "du jour" in Manchester today is "my little choux fleur". Translated from French, this means "my little cauliflower".<br /><br />I like it! Well Done Nechama B!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116422024084072117?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1164063253338475502006-11-20T14:53:00.000-08:002006-11-20T14:54:13.363-08:00.. I can't say who, because I don't want to sleep in the garage for a week.<br /><br />hee hee hee<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116406325333847550?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1164047957622008322006-11-20T10:32:00.000-08:002006-11-20T10:39:17.643-08:00So yesterday we had sustained winds in excess of 25 knots, along with the resulting rain and general groominess that ensued. (Yes, groomy *is* a word, ask Daliah).<br /><br />Comming home from an excellent weekend with the BYC, we hit said wind and rain, and, not unreasonably, we turned on the wipers. Now, gentle reader, you would not think that this simple act would cause such consternation. <br /><br />The left one is is bent, the shaft buckled and the wiper makes a kind of blatter across the window. The right one cracked and only the bottom half actually wipes. The top half kind of smears the water and salt around.<br /><br />The midde one works perfectly. So perfectly that it feels embarassed about it's fellows, and wants to make up for them, so it never turns off! The only way to stop it is to flip the breaker!<br /><br />sigh, I love boating. B.O.A.T .... Bring On Another Thousand....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116404795762200832?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1163781501056226032006-11-17T08:35:00.000-08:002006-11-17T08:38:21.070-08:00I was talking to Chris last night. He work on OSX for years, and he is supposed to remember this stuff. Alas, he couldn't remember how to do a simple operation I was trying to figure out. Methinks he shouldn't be forgetting this kind of stuff yet, he's not even 45 and fairly intelligent. In the course of the conversation, we agreed that people don't use words like "alas" and "methinks" enough. Therefore, today has been decreed "methinks" day. Alas, tomorrow is already taken, so the other word just loses out.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116378150105622603?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1163234269164253042006-11-11T00:26:00.000-08:002006-11-11T00:39:08.686-08:00Well, after a whole month away, Daliah is back, with room mates in tow. Ellen was supposed to be staying for the weekend. Courtney however, was supposed to be going to Portland. However, due to an amazing lack of timing, the lateness of the Victoria Clipper, and the incredibly rude woman at Greyhound bus, she decided that staying the night here was preferable to sharing a bench with the skanks in downtown Seattle. <br /><br />Fortunately, Irit being Irit, we had enough beef and chicken to feed a small army. Unfortunately; cold, wet Courtney is vegetarian! One omelette later and she was in heaven, and, after a huge mountain of Tiramesu so were the rest of us. <br /><a href="http://www.bellevueyachtclub.com/temp/_MG_8647.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://www.bellevueyachtclub.com/temp/_MG_8647.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Whilst Courtney proceeded to do strange things to the dog, the rest of us had an exciting evening.... when I was a student, I used to go out drinking and chasing girl students, not in front of the T.V. watching movies and knitting like old women. <br /><a href="http://www.bellevueyachtclub.com/temp/_MG_8647.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;" src="http://www.bellevueyachtclub.com/temp/_MG_8650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116323426916425304?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1162670420749090952006-11-04T11:57:00.000-08:002006-11-04T12:01:20.093-08:00<a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/eng_prem/6094102.stm">Manchester United winning</a>. Sure, American TV can show us losing to Copenhagan, Arsenal etc. but winning? Rooney scoring? No of course not.<br /><br />I hope that the Fox Sports World controllers all have their hands stapled to their squishy bits .......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116267042074909095?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1162621626432706752006-11-03T22:24:00.000-08:002006-11-03T22:27:06.450-08:00Yes it's that time again .... for our friends and family outside the BYC .....<br /><br /><b><u>Ahh, Winter Boating.</u></b><br /> <br />Ahh, winter boating.  I’d forgotten how much fun it is.  Being smart and thinking ahead, we decided to take Victoria out of school a little early so we could get away, clear the locks and hopefully arrive in Brownsville before it got dark.  As part of having the boat waxed the week before, we’d turned it around. As the power cable doesn’t reach the dock box when the boat is in bow-first, not surprisingly, the batteries were dead and we had no power. Not a big problem, the dock box across the finger was free; we could plug the 50 amp cable into the 30 amp cable, run it across both fingers and charge the batteries whilst we loaded the boat.<br />Ahh, winter boating. I’d forgotten that everything tends to go wrong at once.  We plugged in the cables, turned on the power and …. Taadaa!  Nothing. Nada. Not an amp. This was a little disconcerting, but not as disconcerting as it was going to be half an hour later when we’d exhausted all the obvious possibilities.  I even rang Chip and Doug to see if they had any ideas.  Shockingly, neither of them did.  (Shocking!  Electrical problems! Get it?, ok, never mind…).  So at this point, all we could do was to start shoving a volt meter on the cables, sockets, plugs etc trying to find out where the problem lay. <br />Ahh, winter boating. I’d forgotten that when you are more rushed to get somewhere before dark, more things tend to go wrong.  The battery in the volt meter was dead.  (What fool forgot to turn it off then?  As she wasn’t there, we blamed Daliah. She never reads the newsletter anyway, so this is safe too).  One quick trip to the police station surprisingly turned up an extremely helpful policeman with all sorts of helpful ideas, and a 9 volt transistor battery.  So we plugged in the new battery, and tested the voltage at the dock box.  Fine!  We tested the voltage on the 30 amp cable. Wonderful!  The 30 to 50 converter.. pushing enough power to shine like a Christmas Tree in Bagdad !  Then we came to the 50 amp cable. Guess what the voltage was on the 50 amp cable – the extremely heavy, expensive, Marinco 50 amp cable. Well you're wrong, it was also fine! Heh, you thought this was going to be an expensive solution didn’t you that ends up with me complaining about the costing of boating.... well you're wrong. This time.<br />So if there is power coming into the boat, then the problem must be in the boat itself. To cut what is becoming a very long story short, we opened up everything from the shore power socket to the main switch box and everything read fine.  However, we still had no power.  At this point, I told Irit and Victoria to pack up again, we were going home.  I started to put everything back together.  After all the plugs, sockets and covers were finally in place, I noticed that all of a sudden, there was a little green light on the main panel that hadn’t been there before...<br />Ahh, winter boating.  I love it when something magical happens!  I have no idea what the problem was.  The obvious “loose wire” wasn’t it.  I thought of that, and everything was extremely well soldered together. Considering some of the other stuff we’ve seen from Navigator, it was EXTREMELY well soldered together. Whatever it was, we had no idea, but half an hour later, the batteries full of some of the best voltage Carillon Point has to offer, we set off, in oncoming dark, for the locks. It was at this point we realized that we'd left our Halloween costumes at home. However, nothing was going to stop us now, we were off!<br />Ahh, winter boating.  I love it when there is no one but us in the locks and we just sail in and they close the door for us.  We cleared the locks pretty quickly, headed across the sound and toward Agate Pass.  By this time it was pitch black.  If you look at the chart for Port Madison Bay, you will see a channel just to the west of Agate Pass that goes south for quite a way.  In the dark, it can easily be mistaken for Agate Pass itself.  Don’t go that way, you hit things.  As we came down toward the bridge we were starting to get a little concerned, we could see fine where we were, but it was pretty dark beyond the bridge. Then the moon came out.  Right above Brownsville Marina. Right as we cleared the bridge.  It was like something out of the Twilight Zone, a shimmering path leading us home. I couldn't see a thing ten feet to the side, but, in the inky night there was a shining beacon, as bright as day guiding us to Brownsville. (This was all the more surprising because, according to most of the locals, the shining lights lead away from Brownsville!). Irit and I stood on the fly-bridge marveling in the beauty that nature can offer at the most unexpected moments. I can't understand people who only boat in the summer, it may not be blazing hot this time of year, but there is still something magical about the Pacific North West whatever season it is.<br />In pitch black, with lots of "help" from the folks on the dock, we pulled into the marina. As it was so dark, we had radioed ahead, and I asked Sherri where we should dock. She told me that there was plenty of room in front of her, and, as none of us had killed each other in nearly a month together in Canada, this seemed like a good choice. <br />It turns out, we had two choices of where to dock, the sensible spot, and the one next to Sherri. However, we'd agreed that was were we were going, and everyone was gathered around a space probably not big enough for the dingy offering us helpful suggestions. "Left hand down a bit", whilst being very descriptive, did not really fill me with confidence that these people could (a) see in the dark (b) stand after consuming too much alcohol and (c) were not just wanting to see something exciting. Pulling up alongside the slip, we had about two feet in front of us, and about six inches behind ... beyond which nestled Sherri's anchor. This didn't seem to deter her too much, so I assumed it would be okay. It didn't occur to me until afterward that if we had hit her boat, we'd have hit her anchor onto our stern, and given ourselves a nice textured feel to the boat. In her shoes, I probably would not have been too worried either! However, with some brilliant maneuvering ... ok, make that luck ... we were in. <br />Tied up, hugs all round, plug in the shore power and let's get the weekend started. <br />No power.<br />Didn't we start here? A bit anti-climatic, but fortunately, a change of power socket later all was well.<br />I won't go into the rest of the weekend. As you will have read in John’s report, Brownsville was a great success.  Suffice it to say, I will be forever indebted to him for being there and helping me avoid becoming sucked into the dance lessons. Not only have I never seen "Dancing With The Stars" but my dancing is usually done around my IRS returns. The thought of being taught how to flamenco, or flambé, or whatever it was that Jim and Dorothy were doing didn't really fill me with enthusiasm. Unlike Jim and Dot, who can glide across a dance floor like Tanya Hardy on ice, John and I look more like Laurel and Hardy, and it was safer for all if we stayed on the side.<br />However, a great night was had by all, and eventually, in the Arctic cold that had descended on Brownsville, we went to bed. The next morning, we woke bright and early. We even remembered to put our clocks back.  This was despite the fact that we don’t have a clock on the boat!  Well, we do have a lovely brass one, all nautical and boaty, but we keep forgetting to put it up on the wall or put batteries in it.  Whilst we’re away we rely on the cell-phones for the time.  Being with t-mobile, we can never get a signal more than 20 feet from a cell-tower anyway, so they must be useful for something!  However, in their infinite wisdom, t-mobile decided that we didn’t need to worry about silly things like daylight savings time, so they didn’t automatically adjust!  As a consequence, we got up an hour early, saw that the weather was foul, no one seemed to be around (because they were all sensibly still in bed) so we decided to leave.<br /> It was extremely rainy and windy, and as we were docked in what Pooh Bear would have called “a great tightness”, this was going to be interesting.  There was still only about 6 inches between us and the boat in front, and about 8 inches between us and Emma Rose.  No problem, we had a cunning plan, which with one little exception worked flawlessly. We managed to spin away from the dock in complete control, avoid the oncoming sail boat and gently putt our way out of the marina .. with nothing more than a fractured shin bone. Yes, gentle reader, your Vice Commodore almost became one of Renee's fallen angels... again. As it was, as we were pulling away I went flying across the swim platform, and cracked my shin on the edge. Ah well, it wouldn't be a cruise on the Silverado if someone didn't break something.<br />There were far fewer people at Brownsville this year. If you were one of those who didn't make it, you missed a fabulous weekend. Don't let the rainy weather deter you. Winter boating is a whole different world, a wonderful one full of exciting skies, different atmosphere to town without the summer riffraff, and, if course, even more reasons to laugh at the pitfalls of the rubber duck crew of the Silverado. <p><br /><b><u>Holiday Party.</u></b><br />Even if you missed Brownsville, there is no excuse for missing the Holiday party this year. It will be on December 2nd, at the Embassy Suites in Bellevue. This is the same place as we had our annual meeting in March. There will be a special surprise this year, so don't miss it! Look out for the flyer coming soon.<p><br />Happy Boating!<br />David <br />Vice Commodore<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116262162643270675?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1162512581489497782006-11-02T16:09:00.000-08:002006-11-02T16:09:41.506-08:00I don't want to say where, it was so bad. It was like watching Shakespear, as interpreted by Paris Hilton.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-116251258148949778?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1158373690156794702006-09-15T19:27:00.000-07:002006-09-15T19:28:10.186-07:00Drink is a terrible thing.<br /><br />It causes you to fight with your neighbours.<br />It causes you to shoot your landlord.<br />It causes you to miss him!<br /><br />But, I hear you all cry, I don't have a landlord!<br />Now you know why.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115837369015679470?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1158174940552539772006-09-13T12:14:00.000-07:002006-09-13T12:15:40.570-07:00Daliah has decided to take an African Drumming course. I'm even more glad that she decided to take a course like this <b>after</b> she left home!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115817494055253977?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1158009244481126692006-09-11T14:12:00.000-07:002006-09-11T14:14:04.513-07:00<a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/4748292.stm">Taken from the B.B.C. </a><br /><br />A Sudanese man has been forced to take a goat as his "wife", after he was caught having sex with the animal.<br /><br />The goat's owner, Mr Alifi, said he surprised the man with his goat and took him to a council of elders.<br /><br />They ordered the man, Mr Tombe, to pay a dowry of 15,000 Sudanese dinars ($50) to Mr Alifi.<br /><br />"We have given him the goat, and as far as we know they are still together," Mr Alifi said.<br /><br />Mr Alifi, Hai Malakal in Upper Nile State, told the Juba Post newspaper that he heard a loud noise around midnight on 13 February and immediately rushed outside to find Mr Tombe with his goat.<br /><br />"When I asked him: 'What are you doing there?', he fell off the back of the goat, so I captured and tied him up".<br /><br />Mr Alifi then called elders to decide how to deal with the case.<br /><br />"They said I should not take him to the police, but rather let him pay a dowry for my goat because he used it as his wife," Mr Alifi told the newspaper.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115800924448112669?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1157663306973552242006-09-07T14:07:00.000-07:002006-09-07T14:08:27.003-07:00I threw up on the way home last night. The saddest part was that I hadn't been drinking, so really, it was a waste of a good heave.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115766330697355224?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1157557152049990062006-09-06T08:38:00.000-07:002006-09-06T08:39:12.076-07:00My grandmother died, Daliah left for college and summer is over.<br /><br />sigh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115755715204999006?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1156196096373214682006-08-21T14:34:00.000-07:002006-08-21T20:23:15.940-07:00Here's a tip. When you're sun-burnt and wind-burnt, don't ever ever ever get hot sauce on your hand, then rub your eyes..... ever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115619609637321468?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1156196033467511402006-08-21T14:32:00.000-07:002006-08-21T14:33:53.493-07:00We noticed a 1:1 correlation between days that I accessed the Internet, and days that something on the boat broke. We had no access for the last 2 1/2 weeks, and nothing else broke. Signed on from Roche Harbor, and the ice maker packed in ..... sigh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115619603346751140?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1154745475573178492006-08-04T19:28:00.000-07:002006-08-04T19:37:55.576-07:00Two posts in one as we had no internet connection for a couple of days.<br /><br /><b>Wed Aug 2: It's not just me!</b><br />Victoria broke the cabin door today. It came off it's rail and jammed on the runner so it would no longer open or close. However, a really good hard shove got it back in place. Everyone is happy again, but I now have a very impressive looking multi-coloured, door shaped bruise on my shoulder.<br /><br />We're in Gorge Harbor, and, forgive the pun, it's gorgeous. It's a little boys dream. There are trees to climb, wonderful tasting ice-cream, tide-pools to explore, and, best of all, no running water, so mummy can't force you to take a shower!<br /><br /><b>Thurs Aug 3: I Repulse Electrical Components.</b><br />We're anchoring out for maybe the third or fourth time ever. We're still in Gorge Harbor, but in the bay. It's absolutely beautiful, and so so peaceful. We're gently swinging around the anchor, tied up to Emma Rose, watching all the silly people dropping their anchors on each others feet.<br /><br />Things are getting better! The dinghy and toilet are working! We had an electrician look at the toilet pump before we left Pender. The problem was that the wire that powers the vacuum pump had come off. It looks like it was never connected correctly in the first place. Hmm, another masterful piece of installation we've found on the boat. However, by bypassing the auto sensor, we can now use the toilet but have to turn off the pump manually, at the switch. That's better than no toilet for three weeks!<br /><br />With the dinghy, I remembered last night that we'd had something similar happen once before, and it turned out that the fuse had gone. The problem is, I could not remember where the fuse was. Hmm, if I was a fuse, where would I live to avoid the gas fumes..... aha! Took out the fuse and .. damn! it was fine. However, the simple act of putting it back in place fixed the problem. The dinghy works again!<br /><br />So, lets think about this. I sat on the toilet, and, deep in the bowels of the boat a wire pops off the pump. I sit in the dinghy and deep in the engine compartment, the fuse pops out of it's socket. It's not as if I was bouncing around - I was sat still both times. It must be that I have become some kind of electrical component repellant. <br /><br /> I wonder if I can sell myself to the circus?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115474547557317849?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1154473958216696492006-08-01T16:11:00.000-07:002006-08-01T16:12:38.246-07:00Now the dinghy broke - again.<br /><br />I should'n't have told Allan things were getting better this morning .... sigh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115447395821669649?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1154397445233786952006-07-31T18:56:00.000-07:002006-07-31T18:57:25.250-07:00nothing broke!<br /><br />and it looks like Doug and Annie are on their way up to join us.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115439744523378695?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1154321652008267272006-07-30T21:54:00.000-07:002006-07-30T21:55:13.636-07:00It's not enough we get mustard gassed<br />it's not enough we break the fridge<br />it's not enough we sank the dingy<br /><br />Now the toilet is broken<br /><br />we've only been out three nights!<br />sigh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115432165200826727?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1154308518934943812006-07-30T18:05:00.000-07:002006-07-31T08:44:13.240-07:00The holiday fiascos continue .....<br /><br />It's not enough to get musard gassed or for the refrigerator to pack in .....<br /><br />So we have this dinghy. It's a great dinghy. It has four drains to allow water to run out. There are two in the little engine compartment, and two for the inner part of the dingy where we sit. The two drains from the outer/sitting part have plugs in them, so when the dingy is in the water, it doesn't flood. They drain out to the stern (back) of the boat.... right next to where the drains from the engine compartment drain out. The plugs for the engine compartment didn't look so good, so, as I do every summer before the big trip, along with changing the oil, filters, etc, I replaced the plugs in the dinghy. <br /><br />Right before we went away, I asked Daliah to put the new plugs into the dinghy to stopper up the engine compartment. She did ... sort of. She put the plugs into the back of the drainage ports from the sitting section of the boat ... effictively double stoppering it, but leaving NO plugs into the engine compartment!<br /><br />So, today, waaaayyyy up in Canada, I put the dinghy in the water ... and it promptly flooded with water and half-sank. Out of sheer panic I ran it up the beach and watched as the tide went out to see what had happened. Fortiunately for Daliah, when I realized what had happened, I also realized she was a continent away and there was nothing I could do to her.<br /><br />However, revenge is a dish best served cold ......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115430851893494381?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1154141143222580732006-07-28T19:35:00.000-07:002006-07-28T22:35:25.103-07:00Daliah left for England yesterday, it's going to be our first summer without her. However, she's on her way to see her beloved grandma, grandpa and Sophie, so I'm <i>reasonably</i> sure she'll have a good time. She's also going to Paris for a couple of days, but she's under strict instructions not to go within 100 yards of the Louvre. I claim the right to be the one to take her to see that!<br /><br />The rest of us set off last night, spending the night in Kingston. We've had every possible kind of weather today. Clouds and (admittedly very little) rain in Kingston, fog banks in the Strait of Juan de Fuca and finishing with blinding hot sunshine and gale force winds by the time we reached the Gulf Islands.<br /><br />It took a longer than normal to clear customs today ..... We crossed the border to Bedwell Harbor, thinking we'd stop for coffee and chat to Dan on the way. Unfortunately, no one was allowed on land or within 100 yards of the cafe/pool. Some one made a mistake when cleaning the pool this morning and instead of putting in Chlorine, they put in hydrocloric acid and creating a swimming pool full of musard gas! <br /><br />By the time we finally were allowed to clear, everyone had gone -- but we'll be back on the 16th.<br /><a href="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_MG_8075.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_MG_8075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Irit is feeling better, and as you can see, she decided to give her feet their annual wash .... <br /><a href="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_MG_8078.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_MG_8078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>We finally pulled in to Ganges at around 2:00pm ... not too late until you realize that we left at 6:00am! I would like to point out that the marina office looked this way <b>BEFORE</b> we arrived, I didn't hit it! (It happened about three weeks ago, apparently).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115414114322258073?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1153811259431546562006-07-25T00:06:00.000-07:002006-07-25T00:07:39.456-07:00Today Daliah turns 18. I feel old, and redundant. I also feel like there is so much I never told her that I should have.<br /><br />Happy birthday my beloved first born, you are the most wonderful young lady I have ever met.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115381125943154656?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1151293703090154012006-06-25T20:37:00.000-07:002006-06-25T20:48:23.103-07:00Well, the annual trip with Dad is over. We ended it in Port Townsend at the <a href="http://www.bellevueyachtclub.com">B.Y.C. cruise</a>. The entire trip was excellent, but the winds were horrible. We spent wednesday and thursday in Victoria, watching boats bobbing in 20-30 knot winds. The prediction for Friday was 10-20 knot winds, rising to 20-30 knots again in the afternoon. <br /><br />Therefore, we decided to get up with the dawn and cross the strait at 5:00am. We felt damned whatever we did. The maximum ebb tide was at 7:30, around the time we should get to Port Townsend. This meant that we should have heavy wind and horrible seas. However, it would be managable, and better than if we left later in the day.<br /><br />We left, the sea was bumpy and the wind was about 15-18 knots. We finally arrived in Port Townsend at 7:30 in the morning, tired and very relieved to be off the strait.<br /><br />That however, was not the sucky part.<br /><br />That was the <b>worst</b> wind of the day! If we'd stayed in bed and left at 10:00am, we would have had 6 knot winds and calm seas!<br /><br />I'm going to kill the weather forcaster when I see him<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115129370309015401?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1150479706509177352006-06-16T10:39:00.000-07:002006-06-16T10:41:46.540-07:00An article on <a href="http://science.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=06/06/13/2137236&from=rss">Slashdot</a> says there is good news for those who like both coffee and alcohol. In a recent study of more than 125,000 people an Oakland, CA medical team found that consuming coffee seems to help protect against alcoholic cirrhosis. The study was done based on people enrolled in a private northern California health care plan between 1978 and 1985." From the article: "People drinking one cup of coffee per day were, on average, 20% less likely to develop alcoholic cirrhosis. For people drinking two or three cups the reduction was 40%, and for those drinking four or more cups of coffee a day the reduction in risk was 80%.<br /><br />So, in other words, if I drink 4 cups of coffee a day, I can increase my whisky intake by 80 percent!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115047970650917735?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1150441451347482682006-06-16T00:02:00.000-07:002006-06-16T10:42:41.620-07:00At least, I am according to <a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/">this quiz!</a><br /><br /><center><a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"><img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/angelic.jpg" border=0></a><br><a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new">How evil are <i>you</i>?</a></center><br /><br />I always knew it was true, but it's nice for someone else to tell me!<br /><br />Victoria however, was <b>evil!</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115044145134748268?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1150440034388727612006-06-15T23:39:00.000-07:002006-06-16T10:43:10.343-07:00<a href="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/daliah.mov">Slideshow of a wonderful few days.... </a><br /><br />Being bigger, the pictures look a lot better, but even a 320x200 movie is 30mb! Anyone in the (extended) family that wants copies, please let me know.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115044003438872761?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1150430314167088752006-06-15T20:58:00.000-07:002006-06-15T20:58:34.180-07:00getting a lemon bar ... the type that has powdered sugar on it ... and holding it up in front of you .. and blowing the sugar over your first born daughter!<br /><br />Well, it's fun for me anyway. Daliah didn't seem quiet so amused for some reason....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115043031416708875?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1150427768938827022006-06-15T20:10:00.000-07:002006-06-15T20:16:55.410-07:00<a href="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/P1017673.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/P1017673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />To end Mum's part of the trip, we went to <a href="http://dreams.zinzanni.org/">Teatro ZinZanni</a> last night. As Mum said, we haven't laughed so much in a long long time. <br /><br />More later...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115042776893882702?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1150075481246987972006-06-11T18:06:00.000-07:002006-06-11T18:24:41.276-07:00<img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/temp/_mg_0942.jpg"><br /><br />It's typical at graduation to talk about your students academic achievements and how proud you are of them on this special day. In our case, that's really not appropriate. Although her grades were by no means bad ones, she is not defined by them. What defines Daliah is her passions in life. When she believes in something, she embraces it whole-heartedly. Now this is not so unusual, many people, especially the young and idealistic, embrase life with a passion. What makes Daliah special is what she chooses for her passions.<br /><br />First and foremost of course, books and reading. It's not that Daliah is incapable of spending the day watching reruns of West Wing or Grey's Anatomy, but she's far happier devouring books and knowledge to the exclusion of all around her. Never the mall rat - give her a choice of hot new clothes, holiday in Florida or a day trip to Powell's bookstore - she'll take the latter!<br /><br />Have you ever wondered why her handbags are so big? Because, apart from the usual feminine collection of I-have-no-idea-what, she also has to have a novel, something on art/art history, a dictionary, maybe some poems, a couple of short stories, and may be, if there is enough room ... her school books!<br /><br />Her second great passion is Art and Art History. There are boys who have been know to call for Daliah, but unless they could tell the different between a Renoir and Rembrandt, they had no chance. In the three years she has been studying with Tamera, she has acquired and depth of understanding of art and it's history far beyond her years. Anyone who has seen "Claire's Birds" or the four chairs knows of her talent and skill.<br /><br />Last, but not least, is her attitude to people. How many people do you know whose stated goal in life is to be kind to people? With the world at her feet, her stated goal in life is to study anthropology and work in the Social Services. <br /><br />Daliah has not had the easiest of lives, she's lived through war, uprooting and changing countries, changing schools at inopportune times, and conflict with all her peers. It's hard to be on the "A" list when you care more about sticking to your beliefs than spending every Friday night in the mall. Yet through it all she has been resolute, respectful and kind to be friend and adversary alike. <br /><br />Today is about celebrating the woman Daliah has become. That, however, is not something to celebrate just today, but something I truely celebrate, and am proud, of <b>every</b> day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-115007548124698797?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1149354817141235392006-06-03T10:07:00.000-07:002006-06-03T10:13:37.160-07:00Daliah wanted to escape Seattle this weekend. We decided that, in her honor, a road trip to Powell's Bookstore was in order. So we set off yesterday for Portland. Unfotunately, there was an accident somewhere just south of Tacoma and we ended up sitting in traffic for 3 hours. By the time we passed Dupont, we were very late, but starving; so we pulled off for something to eat.<br /><br />Having eaten, we then got back on I5 to continue on to Portland. Unfortuately, we got back on to the <b>NORTH</b>-bound lane, and had to drive up to the next exit, turn around, and sit in all that %@&*'ing traffic again!<br /><br />What's worse than sitting in a 3 hour traffic jam? Being stupid enough to do it twice!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-114935481714123539?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1147722827648594092006-05-15T12:52:00.000-07:002006-05-16T20:46:06.523-07:00Following on from Friday's entry, I guess maybe they do!<br /><br />British techies got a shock this week, when the BBC brought on Guy Kewney, editor of tech website Newswireless.net, to talk about the recent legal decision between Apple and the Beatles. When his name was announced, however, the man being interviewed appeared utterly shocked at the questions, and his answers were not entirely coherent. That's because he wasn't, in fact, Kewney. <br />He was a cab driver who had been waiting for a fare in the BBC lobby, and mistakenly put on the program.<br /><br />You can see the interview <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdyYe7sDlhA">here</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-114772282764859409?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1147421234241231932006-05-12T00:57:00.000-07:002006-05-12T01:07:14.256-07:00.. and it's probably just as well! <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcuIuCkpg4M">Ernie The Milkman</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-114742123424123193?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1147128338222399532006-05-08T15:33:00.000-07:002006-06-16T10:46:47.360-07:00Well, this was an interesting weekend. I went on a photography workshop hosted by <a href="http://www.artwolfe.com/">Art Wolfe</a>. It was certainly an experience! The tone of the weekend was set in the itinery, which read:<br /><br />Friday: 4:30am: Dawn Photoshoot. Dawn and Dusk are the best times to take photographs, and this is highly recommended by Art. He however, will be safely tucked up in bed!<br /><br />I however took pictures:<br /><img src="http://www.pacificnorthwet.com/blog/_R6E6519.jpg" width="480"><br /><br />I think the most telling thing I learnt was that I can now judge to the nearest mile how long before my car runs out of gas. If I go from home to Port Angles to Hurricane Ridge and back, then to Marymere Falls and back, and then to Sol Duc hot springs and back, it's entirely possible to coast down the steep hill to the gas station on the east side of Lake Crescent entirely on empty! <br /><br />It's very odd having a car run out of gas, it's even more odd when the conversation in the car goes very quiet when everyone realises what has happened, but then you can hear the palpable relief as we see the gas station down hill.<br /><br />More details and pics to follow.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-114712833822239953?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1146549193303793912006-05-01T22:52:00.000-07:002006-05-01T22:53:13.316-07:00Chatting to Allan today, this was how I described my weekend < g ><br /><br />8o|(D):-)(D)<:o)(D):$(D)+o(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-114654919330379391?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168664.post-1146242264554724882006-04-28T09:36:00.000-07:002006-04-28T09:54:53.020-07:00News from Goole, in Yorkshire England, where I grew up.<br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">From Goole to Ghoul</strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">A Yorkshire Man, 21 from Goole died after jumping into the docks to retrieve his </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">girlfriends shoes. His girlfriend said, '</span><em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I feel just awful not only have I lost my boyfriend but also a pair of shoes. </em><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">'</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168664-114624226455472488?l=technoluddite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Little Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14878555045886070470noreply@blogger.com1