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Native Californian, water rabbit, aries, lover of travel, trains, history, music, wrestling, anime, minimalism, stoicism, objectivism and things Japanese.

Sunny day—in London?

Yes, it’s true: we actually had quite a lovely, sunny day today. That was great since we spent a while walking through Regent’s Park and all over town.

Today was earmarked for the Sherlock Holmes museum. We got there a bit early, and in wandering around managed to get ourselves into Regent’s Park. It was absolutely beautiful! We spent nearly an hour walking around looking at the flowers and gardens and everything.

Just one of the many, many lovely flower beds in Regent’s Park.

We did finally make it to the Holmes museum, though, which was pretty cool. Of course, the “real” 221B Baker Street is in the middle of this huge bank building, so the museum’s a little way up the street. It was pretty convincing, though, and a lot of it reminded me of the television shows. They had a lot of old Victoriana and some convincing displays of various Sherlockian characters from the stories. The fun part was “Dr. Watson” who was there and spoke with us for a while. He actually knows both Chuck AND Jerry and has visited both in the U.S.—it’s a really small world…

Me and Dr. Watson in Holmes’ study.

Since it was nearby, we also visited Madame Tussaud’s. It was expensive—£20 each—but was kinda fun. I can hardly remember my first visit here way back in ’84. It was almost uncanny how real some of the figures were. We had fun getting our pictures taken with all the different characters. Oh yeah—damn all the French: there was a display with President Bush and Tony Blair where you could stand a get your photo done. Some idiot French teenager thought he was so funny standing between them and giving each the finger…

Perhaps the closest I’ll ever get to the Royal Family…

…or two of history’s greatest generals.

I must admit that it was fairly exhausting. The fact that my left knee has quit functioning properly wasn’t much help, either. We had to stop back at the hotel for a bit and recharge some batteries in the cameras (not to mention my batteries), and then it was off for stop number “two”, the Tate Modern museum. It’s an incredible building, though I must say that I wasn’t too keen on most of the “art”. Don’t get me wrong—I really like much modern art (especially minimalist stuff like Mondrian and Rothko), but a lot of the stuff there was just plain weird. We had lunch at the cafe on the top floor with spectacular views over the city.

Tate Modern and the Millennium (or “Wobbly”) Bridge.

I then optimistically suggested we go do some shopping on Oxford Street. We did so, and by the time we finally got back to the hotel, I felt like a lame horse needing to be put down. I think that maybe I’ll have to see the doctor when I get back—or is this merely what I have to look forward to in my old age? Had a nice dinner at Pizza Express (hmmm…I detect an Italian theme…) and then in bed for a refreshing sleep (yes, I actually slept pretty much the entire night, so I’m getting over the jet lag quicker than I’d thought).

Right now, we’re on our way to Nottingham; more later…

London is…London

While I’m excited to be here, it seems like just another normal destination. I guess that’s a function of the frequency of my visits.

We arrived yesterday after the requisite 10+ hour flight which was uneventful but long. Virgin Atlantic is definitely the way to go, even in steerage (though once you’ve flown “Upper Class” you’re ruined for life). I think I may prefer taking this flight over the earlier one, though; it seems as if there’s less time to force oneself to stay awake after arrival before getting to go to bed for the night.

It seems like just another normal day. Coming to London no longer has some exotic air of international intrigue about it. I guess this is the 7th or 8th visit I’ve made since fall of 1999, so I’m not surprised. Especially in this day and age of cheap tickets, this is a very do-able weekend destination. Our tickets cost less than flying to New York.

We’re staying at the pleasant Hotel Alhambra in Argyle Street, across from St. Pancras train station. We went and had a lovely dinner last night at a charming italian restaurant called Prezzo in Euston Square. Most restaurants here are so cool and modern—very sleek. I was particularly impressed by the beautiful room divider, all made out of various pieces of scrap lumber. Why don’t we have such chic, modernist interiors back home?

Then that was pretty much it.

On the books for today (so far): the Sherlock Holmes Museum, the Tate Modern Gallery (plus a spot of lunch there) then maybe some shopping. Maybe a club tonight. Stay tuned for more, including some photos.

Off to London

I haven’t been ‘blogging’ for quite a while, so I thought I’d maybe try to do some while on vacation.

Today I’m off to London for a really quick vacation. I’ll be back Monday night.

Why so short a stay, you may ask? Well, Eusebio and I couldn’t quite coordinate enough vacation days together so we did the best we could. It was an opportunity we wanted to take, though, since the tickets were a phenomenal price: $212.00 each way—cheaper than flying to New York.

Anyway, we’ll just kind of relax, see some sights, etc. We won’t even be there long enough to get over the jet lag!

The beginning of the end of civilization as we now know it

Today, the Massachusetts Supreme Court upheld its November ruling that barring gay couples from civil marriage was unconstitutional. Unlike most of the gay community, I’m truly sick at heart over the power that four judges have to rewrite 3,000 years of precedence and take upon themselves the right to redefine society as it has existed throughout the world since the beginning of time.

I’ll probably come back and write more after I formulate my thoughts a bit more. Right now, I couldn’t feel more anger, disgust, sadness and fear over this ruling and what it means. What it REALLY means.

While anyone who knows me would be first to admit that I would be the perfect candidate for marriage, I don’t know if I could ever bring myself to do it.

You see it’s WRONG. That’s W-R-O-N-G, wrong. I fear for the country and the world we live in. I’m appalled that the community is hell-bent on redefining society just to get some tax breaks. I’m equally appalled that the rest of society seems to be going along with it—why have laws or concepts or truths at all if we’re just going to allow them to be redefined out of existence so that nothing matters anymore.

I’m rambling—I really do have coherent reasoning behind my beliefs, but I’m too upset to articulate them right now.

The candidate’s new clothes

I should have been chronicling the downward slide of Howard Dean—gloating all the while. Dean as the front runner? Oh please—somebody forgot to tell him that just because he gets a bunch of mushy-headed, twenty-something, guilt-ridden liberal urbanites to donate money on the web doesn’t mean he can get elected.

I don’t know if I have much more to say than the abstract. Howard Dean is melting down. He had his legs cut out from under him first in Iowa then in New Hampshire and took a pummeling last night in the first 7 state primaries—he hasn’t won a single state yet. I’m pleased as punch that the American electorate is handing him his hat. How can he seriously expect to be president with such a dismal showing, not to mention his childish Iowa fist-waving, screeching and much-lampooned concession speech?

Yes, the voters FINALLY showed Mr. Dean that his fancy suit of front-runner clothes was made from invisible cloth. Hopefully even more dems are running for the hills, afraid to admit that they were ever enthused about his candidacy.

Contentment comes in a small package

It has been over three months since I sold my 17″ PowerBook and bought a second-generation 12″ one. I have been nothing but pleased by the deal—in fact, I may have found my perfect setup.

I haven’t made any “Mac” entries in my ‘blog for a while, but I’ve been following the old adage “no news is good news”.

I have to admit that I think I’ve found the perfect, sweet Mac setup that works exactly the way I want it to. I cannot see myself buying any new Mac system for the foreseeable future, barring some radical new technological development (like a tablet mac—hint, hint…).

First of all, it took virtually no time at all to get used to the smaller screen real estate of the 12″ while on the go. I typically only use 1 or 2 apps at a time, and the “crowded screen syndrome” has been virtually eliminated thanks to Panther’s Exposé feature. Just hit F9 and select what I want to bring forward—cool as hell. The smaller form factor is an absolute joy to carry with me whilst traveling or just out and about. Airport Extreme means I’m easily kept in touch and I’ve even used my GSM Bluetooth-enabled mobile phone flawlessly as a wireless modem. Ubiquitous computing is now my reality.

When I get home, I connect 4 cables to the Mac (AC power, sound out to my powered speakers and the Video and USB cables to the ADC box) and turn it on. BANG! I’ve got an ideal workstation with my 17″ Apple LCD display coupled with a bluetooth mouse and keyboard. PLENTY of screen room there to spread out when doing web design, video editing, or anything else where more “elbow room” means more convenience. Externally powered subwoofer and speakers goose up my sound quotient and I’m ready with my Canon self-powered USB scanner, external FireWire HD, iSight camera, iPod and whatever else I need. It’s a beautiful thing…

All that may sound geeky, but I truly don’t feel like a geek. The Mac’s strength—as it always has been—is that you needn’t be a geek at all; simply plug everything in and it works. No wires to keyboard or mouse; no wires to connect to the internet; no wires to print even—I’ve got an HP DeskJet 5550 hooked up to my Airport Extreme base station for wireless, full-color, duplexed printing from anywhere in the house.

Computing peace has finally arrived, and good things DO come in small packages…

Rededication to the physical

Abstract: With January almost gone and my first race of the season less than 90 days away, I’d better get serious about fitness again. I did so with the help of an impulse purchase at my local bookstore Saturday.

Well, I’ve been slacking off for far too long. Month after month—basically since August last year when I left for Russia—I’ve been letting myself go. I’ve been eating too much and often of the wrong things; I’ve gone completely off any sort of organized fitness plan. I gained almost 10 pounds by the end of the holiday season. This is not a very auspicious beginning to what I was hoping would be a better racing year than last.

So what am I going to do now that I’ve arrived at this sorry state of affairs? I spent part of the weekend thinking about just that and attempting to bootstrap my commitment to eating right, exercising properly and stop making excuses. I did some of that during a brisk, hour-long hike in Las Virgenes Canyon on Sunday, so at least I made a start. Actually, over the past two weeks, I’d been back at the gym about three times to at least do 30 minute cardio sessions, so I was already slowly progressing down the right track.

But as with most stuff in my life, it took a catalyst—a sudden “Ah HA” moment—to jolt me out of my complacency. This was Saturday evening during an impulse stop at the mall (sadly, on the way home from a chicken burger and fries dinner at Red Robin, but I digress…). I was at the Barnes & Noble browsing around and purchasing a couple of architecture & design books, when Frank Sepe’s book The TRUTH caught my eye, lying there innocently on a table near the check out counter. He’s a bodybuilder and fitness trainer and for some reason (uh…yeah right…) I thought I’d buy it on a whim (after dutifully reading the blurb on the slipcover).

Funny thing is, that upon reading it, his plan is very much like what I was being taught by Amy at the gym all last year. Huh—who’d have though? The book is quite engaging, though, and it has great photography, particularly of a whole slew of weight training exercises depicting proper form. I’m beginning to put it into practice TODAY, and I know that I’ll see results.

Funny thing is, after reading through the book and examining myself and looking once again at my fitness goals, I’m thinking that my career as an amateur triathlete may be coming to an end—or perhaps another hiatus—quicker than I’d thought. But that’s a subject for a future entry…

Anyhow, below is the book cover plus a link for you to buy it through Amazon.com. Can you see why the cover caught my attention? Stay tuned for progress reports…