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9月19日 The lesser publicized methods for saving gas money Here
I will attempt to lay out a few lesser thought of, but equally
effective methods for saving money in these times of fuel price gouging.
1.
Don't use your brakes when coasting downhill. Gain as much speed
as possible, not only will you save fuel by having to begin
acceleration later, you'll save money on replacing brake
pads.
2.
Tailgate as often, and close, as possible. You'll gain an
aerodynamic advantage as you draft behind the person in front of
you. Make THEM pay for the extra fuel costs of pushing air!
3. Avoid performing a complete stop, as the acceleration getting back up to speed is wasteful in terms of gas mileage. 4. Which brings me to, avoid stopping at all. It's late at night, you're approaching an intersection that you can see has no vehicles approaching . . . run the light! You'll save fuel, and the environment, and your brake pads. 5. Fail to pay for fuel after pumping it. After all, there's no better way to save money, than to avoid spending it. 8月9日 Just Call me Starsky
I finished walking my new pup around 12:30 am last night. I went back out to the Galaxie to grab a book out of it that I wanted to read before I went to sleep. It was at that time that I noticed a white, four-door sedan pull up to the row of mailboxes across the street from my house. I've never seen this vehicle before, and they were acting odd. As I watched, I saw them open each mailbox in succession, which made it plainly obvious what was going on. So, in bare feet, I walked toward the car (with no real plan in mind). They pulled away, in no hurry, and I was able to grab the first three digits of their license plate. Since I wanted more of their plate, I decided to run back to the house, get the keys to the Galaxie, and follow them. It didn't take long before I was made. They sped up conisderably, and I matched their speed. The pursuit lasted about four minutes, after which I decided that continuing would be a bad idea, as their driving was becoming progressively hazardous (running stop signs, bottoming out on speed bumps, etc). I was already on the phone with 911 and was giving them the general direction of travel for the suspect. I headed back to a corner where I had lost a hubcab (the first actual turn made in the pursuit) and noticed a black duffel bag on the side of the road, zipped closed. I instructed the 911 operator to have a cruiser meet me at a Chevron station. The officer arrived and I handed over the bag. He opened it up and found a good deal of mail from all over the area . . . Netflix DVDs, checks, etc . . . We stood there and talked for a bit before he requested to follow me to the mailboxes they were pilfering. I pulled out, heading southbound, and stopped at a yellow light to give the cop time to follow me. While we sat there at the light I noticed a white, four-door sedan pull into the 7/11 behind us (North of the Chevron station). I signalled to the cop that I was going to turn around, and then proceeded to do so. I pulled into the 7/11 parking lot in time to see two individuals get out of the car. I pulled the Galaxie up behind their car (essentially blocking it in), and noted the license number 006 - ***. The two individuals were arrested, and the last update I have seems to be that they may have folded. So yes, the two suspects know the car (which isn't parked in a garage), and the neighborhood the car came from. Not great . . . but all in all, I'm happy they've been apprehended. 8月2日 Busted I've been driving my 67 Galaxie to work ever since I got it running reliably. Problem is, it hasn't been plated, insured, or registered yet. :)
Well, I was finally pulled over. I have to say, I wasn't looking forward to the HUGE pile of fines I was about to receive.
I pulled over into a gas station. Put the car in park, turned it off, pulled the keys out and put them on the dash, and placed both my hands on the steering wheel.
The cop walks up and asks for all the usual . . . license, registration, & proof of insurance. Fortunately, I have my title in the car. Heh. So, I tell him this tale involving finally getting the car running etc . . . He takes my license back to his car with him.
Upon his return he asks me where I'm from originally. Weird question. I tell him Omaha, Nebraska. He then informs me that "no one shows their hands anymore around here". Well, I say . . . I consider it insurance against being shot accidentally. :P He laughs, tells me to get my car insured, and bids me a good night.
Moral of the story? Don't run with scissors. 7月20日 Lost in Translation I hereby set forth a request for a translation. My German is novice, at best, and I have something I need translated. The online translators, both Google's, and Alta Vista's are insufficient. I can ALMOST make out the essence of the story, but I'm afraid that does not suffice.
Here is the story:
Als noch in dem Heidentum die tapfere slavonische Nation wider ihre Feinde auszog, hat es sich angetragen, daß sie an ein groß unbekannt Wasser kommen. Und weil man wegen Unerfahrenheit, wie tief das Wasser sey, nicht darüber setzen können; so ist im Lager ausgerufen worden: Wer es wagen, und die Furth durch das Wasser suchen und finden würde, der sollte herrlich und reichlich belohnt werden. Darauf haben sich drey leibliche Brüder, ihre Tapferkeit zu erweisen, an drey unterschiedenen Orten, in das Wasser gewagt, und den Furth glücklich gefunden, so daß die ganze Armee durch das Wasser hindurch setzten, und das Vorhaben wider ihre Feinde ausführen können. Für diese Tapferkeit und Heldenthat, sind diese drey Brüder, sehr herrlich und vortreflich beschenkt, und unter den Ritterorden mit dem Zeichen und Wappen eines Karpfen aufgenommen worden. Indem aber alle drey leibliche Brüder, und einerley Tapferkeit erwiesen hatten, so haben sie beliebet, jeder sein Wappenzeichen, nehmlich einen Karpfen, zusammen in ein Schild, und also drei Karpfen über einander zu setzen. Sie unterscheiden sich bloß durch die Helmzierrathen, indem einige auf ihren Helmen einen Hörner-oder Elephantenrüßel, mit zwey Copien, andere aber fünf Federbüsche, und die dritten eine Mütze mit Federn führen. Diese drey Brüder sind die Anherren eines großen Geschlechtes, welches sich in den folgenden Zeiten in Böhmen, Schlesien und Thüringen, in Polen und Polnischpreußen, unter beständigem Ruhme sehr ansehnlich ausgebreitet. Dieses bezeuget auch Akolsky, ein polnischer Geschichtsschreiber, in seiner Schrift Orbis poloniae genennt, in ersten Buch pag. 466. Wenn er auf diese Familie von Seydlitz kommt, welche sich damals zum Unterschiede so vieler Häuser den Nahmen Korzbok, oder deutsch Kurzbach v. Seydlitz beygeleget, wie in dem Joanne Sinapio zu finden; so schreibt er daselbst: "Es sind in dem Geschlechte derer von Korzboko-Seydlitz viele nach Pohlen kommen; weil sie nun mit denen in Schlesien einerley Wappen führen, so müßen sie zu einem Geschlechte gehören." Auch alle öffentliche Acta und Instrumenta in denen Gerichtshöfen in Pohlen bestättigen dieses, daß die Herrn von Seydlitz in Pohlen sich bis auf den heutigen Tag stets Korzbok von Seydlitz schreiben. 7月19日 Day 16 . . . and counting At this point, I've gone over two weeks without a cigarette. Not even a little puff here or there. To be honest, the patch I'm on is doing a pretty decent job of preventing my descent into demonic hysteria.
I've noticed a significant improvement in my sense of smell. Of course, that's a mixed bag. For instance, before, I was unaware of that omnipresent aroma that most smokers carry around with them. Not terribly pleasant. However, the smell of a burning cigarette is DIVINE. :)
I still experience the lingering craving during any of my normal "trigger" activities. However, a flavored tooth pick usually suffices in those situations.
So, it appears I may succeed . . . despite my lack of desire. 7月5日 Day 2 of my "smoking cessation" This is day 2 of my (third? fourth? eleventh?) attempt to quit smoking. This time, I'm using the patch. The only other crutch I've tried is the gum. All of my other attempts were cold turkey. I will say, the patch has helped take the edge off.
I'm not really sure how the patch is working so well when you consider the drastic difference in my nicoteine intake. The first step in this process is the 21 mg over 24 hours patch. 21 mgs? Hell, each one of the cigarettes I smoked was 24 mg. So . . . 24 mg, roughly ten times a day. So . . . I've basically been dropped from 240mg a day, to 21. :(
So, now I'm basically figting the habitual cravings . . . you know . . . get in the car. Want a smoke. Go outside for any reason . . . want a smoke. Escape the grasp of the evil mokey. Want a smoke. 6月29日 Land of the Rich & Home of . . . Wal-Mart? In a stunning ruling, the Supreme Court ruled in favor (5-4) of private property seizures under a slight variation of eminent domain. Under the previous rule of eminent domain, the gov't could seize your home in order to complete a project that would serve a greater public good, such as an interstate offramp, or municipal park. Of course, the gov't was required to pay "fair" market value for your home. However, I would argue, what is fair about a market where you are a captive seller?
We are now entering a Brave New World. Now, the gov't can seize your home and . . . give it to Wal-Mart! No longer do ultra wealthy developers need worry about you pesky private citizens, and your silly sentimental attachment to your homes. Bush Inc. has paved the way (literally) for TRUE progress! Need to build a beachfront hotel, but can't get the homeowners to sell? That's OK, for a small fee (in the way of kickbacks, campaign contributions, and flat out bribery) you can pay a US Govt issue bulldozer to wipe your problem from the face of the earth.
I find it mildly ironic that it was a past republican hero (Reagan) who is credited with the defeat of communist Russia . . . and now a present republican corporation (Bush Inc.) is re-creating it. Only this time, that hammer and sickle will be red, white, and blue.
And Lady Liberty wept.
6月28日 Crab TreeHere's a great shot of a Kenyan tree coral fragment having taking root on a hermit crab shell. The current theory is that the coral moved to the shell and THEN the hermit crab moved in. Either way, it's quite amusing. 6月20日 WakeboardingThere's just something about a body of water that makes humans want to attach themselves to the back of a boat and be forced to hydroplane along behind it at a high rate of speed. I'm no exception. :P For my first attempt at wakeboarding, we were down by the Gulf in Corpus Cristi, TX. I was down there to celebrate a very good friend of mine's graduation from Air Force flight school. The first thing I was told is that women generally "get up" faster than men. Obvious innuendo aside, this does make sense. Women don't fight the pull of the boat. While men do. Again, I'm no exception. Without further ado, here are some pics of me expertly playing part of . . . . boat anchor.
6月5日 Memorial DayThis Memorial Day weekend I spent a good deal of time grilling for guests. There aren't any pictures of me cooking, or the food being consumed. There are however, pictures of the fire side palaver afterwards. The conversation was lively, as there was a great deal of diverse opinions and backgrounds. In fact, the only sensitive topic I think we didn't cover was abortion. There were existential conversations (mostly surrounding the scientific categorization of fire as "alive" - who hasn't pondered that?), there were racial conversations . . . and on and on. It was a very good time. Moving DayThe decision was made to move the reef out of its original 40 gallon acrylic tank. Our existing 55 gallon glass tank was already home to several fish, however, the bioload didn't appear to be prohibitive to such a consolodation. Furthermore, the original 40 gallon tank will become a refugium for the 55 gallon. The substrate in the 55 gal is quite a bit different from the 40 gal. The 40 gal had very fine sand. The 55 gal has course gravel over a plenum (that used to be used for an undergravel), with semi-course ground coral over top. This appears to have been a success, as there are bristle worms & apparent copepods living in the course gravel. In fact, everything appears to have been a success, as many of the coral (such as the green hydnophora) are extending and opening more than they ever had in the 40. I've uploaded pics of the new setup. Enjoy. 5月26日 State of the GalaxieThe Galaxie continues to run strong. I've been trying to calculate the fuel efficiency, and early reports are grim. :) I believe I will be seeing a mean calculation of around 10 miles to the gallon. Of course, all of that is city driving. Today we hit 80 degrees, and I couldn't resist dropping the top for my drive to work. I learned a very interesting factoid about driving a convertible on a sunny day. The sun is ALWAYS in your eyes!! 5月21日 Can reefkeeping be standardized?So . . . in it's most basic form, successful reef keeping (as well as all other aquarial endeavors) relies primarily, on wisking away waste and keeping water quality as near to real world parameters as possible. Warily OptimisticIt has been just under a week, and I believe the reef is doing OK. I've been adding updated the reef photo album every other day it seems. My partial motivation for snapping such a large quantity of photos of the same coral stems from my desire to fine tune my coral photography. I've learned a great deal through discussion with other reef keepers. Most of the discussions I've participated in have been at www.reefcentral.com. The magazine that hosts that forum seems to be extremely detailed in the methods and nuances of reef keeping. The forum itself also contains quite a wealth of knowledge, though I've found some of the locals to be somewhat stubborn in responding to inquiries. The only coral that I'm concerned about at this point is one of the torch corals (pictured at the bottom of this entry, as I can't seem to figure out how to embed an image into the post itself). I've tested the water, and all parameters seem normal: PH: 8.0 +/- Granted, these measurements aren't exact. I'm using a colored strip that you dip into the tank and compare to a chart. I will continue to monitor and, at this point, hope that it recovers. 5月17日 State of the GalaxieIn an effort to diagnose the electrical issue the Galaxie was experiencing, I settled on a clever procedure I've seen my father perform numerous times. The basic premise of this procedure involves bypassing the starter solenoid. In the picture below you will see two red arrows. That is the location that you need to bridge with a metal object. You NEED to use something where YOU are insulated from the current. I used a screw driver with a plastic handle (plastic does not conduct electricity). Once that was successful, I decided the problem must lie with the starter solenoid. $18 later, I have a new solenoid. Unfortunately, the problem has no subsided. Thus I believe the problem then resides within the ignition itself. My newest theory is aided by the single occurence of the engine not shutting off when I turned the key. :) 5月16日 Inheritance of a ReefIn a few months we will be losing some close family friends, as they will be moving to Munich. While this i an outstanding oppurtunity for them, it is a very large loss for us. Due to this move overseas, we have been honored with the care of a fairly large reef tank. Currently, we have one 55 gal salt tank with only fish, and one 155 gal fresh tank with only fish. Here's the breakdown: 55 Gallon Salt 1 Eibli Angel http://www.themarinecenter.com/angel-eibli.jpg 155 Gallon Fresh 2 Tinfoil Barbs http://www.thetropicaltank.co.uk/Fishindx/Fishpics/tinfoil-barb.jpg I don't know all of what is in this inherited reef tank, but I'm sure I will learn. Fortunately, the family friend will be here for awhile to help with the education process. The plan is to find homes for the fresh water fish, and move the reef into the 155 gallon tank, and consolidate the salt tanks. The reef tank was moved down to our house last night, and I've posted some pictures of its condition from this morning. They're in the photo album "reef". 5月8日 State of the GalaxieIt would seem that the Galaxie has suffered some type of electrical trauma. I slid into the wonderful vinyl seat last night, inserted the key . . . . "click click" was the only reply. My initial suspicion rested upon the battery. I have seen many cars exhibit the same behavior when the battery has died. With that theory in mind, I pulled the Stratus (I seem to have an odd fetish for cosmically themed cars) up to the Galaxie and hooked her up. Same response. In fact, the lights on the Galaxie are as strong as ever. Thus, the easy fix would be futile. Unfortunately, as electrical problems go, a dead battery is the extent of my range for troubleshooting. From here, I have to suspect items such as: voltage regulator, solenoid, & starter. Now, while I CAN name some of the electrical components, I cannot on my own, troubleshoot them. 4月30日 State of the GalaxieAt this point in time, the Galaxie is running well, and there isn't a whole lot of major work I can do on it due to lack of expendable funds. So, I sit here trying to compile a mental to-do list, and realize, I might as well put that list here, because my mental lists are always getting misplaced. :) I'll break the list down into three parts: Mechanical, Interior, Exterior Mechanical
Interior
Exterior
For now, that's what I can think of . . . more to come (I'm sure). 4月26日 Personality TestThere are tons of personality tests on the Internet. They're right up there with chain letters and porn sites. Quite frankly, I find them a little self-indulgent (but then again, so are blog sites . . . and here I am). Nevertheless, I found one that was semi-interesting . . . so I participated. It's somewhat accurate. The questions were a little obvious, thus true pyschological profiling is next to impossible. So, without further ado: Extraversion |||||||||||||||||| 73% Random Musing #1This afternoon I traveled to my local dept/grocery store to purchase a fan. You see, ever since my childhood, I've prefered to sleep with a fan on. Winter, summer, 100 degrees or -30 below . . . I prefer to slumber with 10 mp/h winds beating on my face. :) The white noise is soothing as well (How the hell does one select a color to describe a sound?) As summer is enroute, the store had plenty of fans. Now, I need a free standing fan. As I scanned the isle I found a selection of two such fans. I noticed both of them came with remotes. A remote?!? What the hell for? Is this in the event that you've suddenly become stricken with heat stroke, and cannot manage to drag your sweaty, dizzy self over the fan to turn it on in an effort to relieve your malady? No, of course it's not. It's because our culture has a remote fetish. Everything must have the option for us to remain fat and lazy whilst carrying on with our self-important lives. It reminds me of the short story "The Machine Stops", by E.M. Forster. The amazing point to note is that this short story was written in 1909. I happened to have found it published, in it's entirety on the Web (of couse): http://www.plexus.org/forster.html Truly an eerie story in it's rough similarity to present day existence from the prophetic mind of someone who lived a life without T.V., airplanes, and of course, the Internet. Also noted, the 1900-1909 decade saw the arrest of a woman for smoking in public. It won't be long before that happens again at the current rate of anti-smoking sentiment, but I digress . . . Nevertheless, "The Machine Stops" is a fantastic story that should only take about an hour to read. So, as I remotely control my fan, my T.V., my VCR, my computer, stereo, camera, camcorder, hot tub, life, I ask only . . . where the hell are the flying cars? |
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