Thank You Mr. Policeman...

Editors Note: The extreme tardiness in posting a blog entry caused the backdating of this post, not because I control the fabric of time.

This is my official thank you letter to the police officer who pulled me over after returning from a basketball game at UVA. Thank you for not giving me a ticket and continuing my streak without a traffic violation (14 years and counting). Thank you for taking pity on a 30 year old family man with his wife and 3 young'ins in the back of his SUV (Ben, Traci, and Cassie). Thank you for being a basketball fan, which gave us something to talk about while you contemplated whether to give me a ticket or not. Thank you for making it extremely obvious that my problem was a faulty odometer. Thank you for reminding me that cruise control is my friend, pretty much anywhere on Route 29 in Virginia.

Jeckell and Wahoo???

I have witnessed two football games in the last 10 days that have me very confused. I saw one in person, so I have reliable evidence that the event did actually occur (see the photo on the left as proof). Yes, I'm talking about the aberration that is the University of Virginia football team. If you haven't been following the UVA football season, I'll get right to the point: WE LOST TO DUKE 31-3. Let me repeat that for you: WE LOST TO DUKE 31-3. This was a record breaking achievement (but not in the good way):

• Duke's first ACC win since Nov. 13, 2004 (vs. Clemson) snapping a 25-game conference losing streak.
• Duke's largest margin of victory in an ACC game since a 49-16 win over Maryland on Sept. 3, 1994.
• Duke's largest margin of victory against anybody since beating Northwestern 44-10 on Sept. 12, 1998.

That loss put UVA sitting at 1-3 after the first four games of the season with some rather dubious distinctions:

• UVA was ranked 119 out of 120 teams in total offense. Take that Florida International!!
• Dead last (#120) in scoring offense
• Ranked 82nd in total defense
  
• This is an unofficial stat, but most players leaving program while not graduating: 10. This included smoking ganja while on probation (QB Peter Lalich), leave of absence for personal reasons (DE), and the UVA unique getting kicked out for honor code violation (DE Fitzgerald).

Take a look at the UVA game by game stats up to this point:

1) USC: L 7-52, 187 yards on offense
2) Richmond: W 16-0, 295 yards on offense
3) UCONN: L 10-45, 219 yards on offense
4) Duke: L 3-31, 304 yards on offense

This all set the stage for a strange evening last Saturday night. I watched the UVA-Maryland game on ESPNU HD (thank you FIOS) and everything went perfectly. UVA won 31-0, Verica, our former 3rd stringer QB before academics and the aforementioned ganja bumped him up to starting job, went 16-19 for almost 200 yards and accounted for 3 touchdowns...in the first half!! It didn't stop in the second half; UVA held on for the shutout. It was a big enough blow out that the Washington Post almost decided not to print the story. (For those who don't read the Washington Post, a UVA win gets Column C on page 7, Maryland wins get front page of the paper).

When I went down to the East Carolina game on Saturday with my family, I had no idea what team to expect. Would this be the team that crushed Maryland or got crushed by Duke by the same amount? While it certainly wasn't as perfect a game as Maryland, UVA looked pretty good for most of it and came out with the 35-20 victory. The offensive load was carried by Cedric Peerman (the Rev) with two long touchdown runs (79 and 60 yards) and 173 total yards on the ground. It was a tense third quarter, but we held on with the best fake field goal I've ever seen.

All of a sudden we are putting up 30+ points and 420+ yards of total offense with regularity (we are now #98 in total offense). Why the change? It's hard to tell. I think it's a combination of UVA playing much better at home (Duke and UConn were away), having Peerman back full-time in the lineup, and a young QB learning from a few tough drubbings. I'm slightly less embarrassed to be a UVA football fan...sweet. We'll see what happens next week, bring on UNC!

Gooooooooooo....Sandstorm!

I am going to have to brag a bit here on a recent volleyball success. Our coed fours team, Sarah, Bruce, Colleen and I, kicked some butt last week and won the tournament for our outdoor sand league! To give you a little background, pretend for a second we are doing a NBC style Olympic preview of our team....

<Montage of us practicing in the indoor racquetball courts, strategizing using salt and pepper shakers at IHOP, and someone slamming a ball into one of the Donohues' faces>

<Quick human interest story of Bruce constructing his own outdoor volleyball court out of spare lumber>

Bob Costas would talk about our initial struggles on the Dulles Volleyball circuit, advancing to the playoffs but failing to make it over the "hump" due to some inconsistencies and then throw it over to volleyball analysts Chris Marlowe and Karch Kiraly...

This season due to a tough schedule, (we only play 7 out of 19 teams and played most of the best ones) we barely made the playoffs. Our team was like the college basketball program that schedules a bunch of quality teams; we had a few more losses than a lot of other teams but we were battle tested. We entered the last match of the season with a 9-9 overall record (each game or set within a match counts toward your overall record), and our hopes of making the playoffs hanging on a thread. To make matters worse, Sarah was out sick. We played the team 3 on 4 and won all three games to improve our record to 12-9. That was enough to send us to the playoffs as the 8th seed facing off against the #1 seed.

We were down early by 5 or 6 points after some tentative play, when a timely time-out (one of the best timeouts for team Sandstorm ever) awoke the "thin beast" inside our team. Our defense kicked it up a notch and our opponents started to come unraveled pretty quickly. After a huge comeback win in the first set we rolled to a second set victory. I personally was about to collapse, and I don't think any of us was feeling particularly fresh after our huge comeback. The league organizer at the tournament that night was like "if you want why don't you go ahead and play the semi-final match on a free court" The other team had been resting for our entire match and we had to roll right in still trying to catch our breath....wonderful. Luckily, we continued to play at a high level and won the first set of the semis comfortably. Set #2 didn't go so hot, mainly because we were just getting too exhausted. Thank God the final set was only to 15 points; we played well enough to escape and made it to the finals. Fortunately I was starting to get my second wind and my hitting was coming back alive. After winning the first set handily, we were closing in for the win. We were up I believe 23-20 and we had a mini collapse. I won't say who hit a serve into the net, but they still owe us some beer :) The opposing team squeaked out a 27-25 win, and we had to settle the match in another tie breaker to 15. Luckily we went on a pretty big run and coasted our way to the championship.

I've reconstructed the playoff bracket below so you can see our historic run:

Randy Pausch...

Who was Randy Pausch? He was a professor in the field of virtual reality who passed away from pancreatic cancer just over a week ago. He lead an amazing life and become internationally known for a talk he gave on achieving your childhood dreams. I won't repeat his bio (you can check out wikipedia for that), but if you haven't seen any of the following I strongly encourage you to check them out:

1) His lecture given in a Carnegie Mellon "Last Lecture" series after he had been diagnosed with terminal cancer: The Last Lecture. He achieved all of his childhood dreams, even playing in the NFL (at least in practice) after the Steelers organization heard about his talk.

2) His lecture on Time Management given at the University of Virginia (he used to teach there, which was how I originally heard about him). More pragmatic than his inspirational Last Lecture; I love his point on time as an even more valuable commodity than money: Time Management

3) Although I haven't read it yet, I'm guessing his recently published book, The Last Lecture, would be an excellent read: The Last Lecture on Amazon

A multitude of small projects...

One of the main things I've been up to this summer is a slew of small household projects. I haven't yet gotten up the nerve to tackle anything that involves wanton destruction of pieces of our house, but I've been steadily expanding my horizons. Some of these projects were things Sarah and I wanted to improve, but others were put high on the priority list because they involved things like massive amounts of water in places where water shouldn't be.

1) Kitchen Sink Pipe Break
I had the privilege of being introduced to plumbing when I discovered the aforementioned several inches of water under my kitchen sink. Sarah asked if it was a leak; as you can see from the picture, it is incorrect to call something a leak when all the water from our garbage disposal ended up on the floor. The plastic tube that connects the disposal to the waste water line just completely broke. Unfortunately the part that broke was the standard part size, and not wanting to repeat the same mistake twice I tried a couple of creative solutions. Unfortunately, neither of my first two attempts really worked (although they were very creative involving plastic pieces and rubber connectors). Thankfully, the Lowe's near where we play volleyball had a slightly larger plastic piece that fit much better.



2) Kitchen Makeover
On top of having water under our sink, we had more unwanted water entering our kitchen via a bay window leak during one of the recent violent rain storms. After all that, we decided to repaint the kitchen. We never quite understood the previous owner's "checkerboard" pattern for two colors above and beneath the chair rail, and the water damage on the window sealed the deal to begin the repainting. As the family art major, I left Sarah in charge of both choosing paint colors and getting slightly obsessive on painting straight lines in places where no-one will ever see. We survived the painting and I was pleased with the results, I think the before and after speak for themselves.

BEFORE (notice the tan is on the top and bottom on the two walls):



AFTER:




3) Programmable Thermostat
Not hard, but our heat pump with auxiliary heat has lots of wires to connect. Couple that with the fact that our old thermostat had some letter markings that were hard to decipher, it took some time to put the new version in. However, we are very happy with the results and we have learned that we can not turn up the A/C during the night as energy star suggests.

4) Clogged Master Sink
Now that I own the pipes in the place I live, I'm finally listening to the advice not to just pour chemicals down them to unclog obstructions. The master bathroom sink had pretty much been clogged since we moved in and finally, 10 months later, I got around to unclogging it. Did I mention that seeing what gets stuck in your pipes is pretty friggin gross? Anyway, our sink does much better now, and I will never get those two hours back.

UPDATE: And just when I thought I might be done with random house maintenance, I just discovered yet another leak in our house :(
The master bath tub/shower drain is leaking....

Doubles...

I reached another volleyball achievement a few weekends ago: I played in my first doubles tournament! (I think it should be worth at least 20 points for my Volleyball Gamerscore...). The tournament was actually held all day on Saturday the weekend before last, which meant it was pretty much the hottest day of the year with plenty of extra humidity. The temperature reached 98 with a heat index of a scorching 105! It was a charity tournament called Side Out for a Cure, which benefited cancer research. You can still donate from our team page.

A little background information. A doubles (or really any) volleyball tournament works like this. Each division divides up into "pools" of 4 to 5 teams. In our case we were in a ten team division that divided up into two pools of 5 teams. Each team plays two games against every other team on that net, and the teams with the two best overall records advance into a bracket style playoff against the other teams in their division.

Did I mention that this was my first time playing doubles ever? Well, the first game was against a pretty good team (they ended up placing first on our net) and I didn't quite have down the differences in strategy for doubles play. There tends to be a lot of open court on doubles, but I kept hitting it right at their best player (not your best strategy). After losing our opening match 17-10 (usually games would be to 21, except the organizers shortened the games due to the excessive heat), we completely turned it around. With a little better strategy and some of our best play of the day we smoked them 17-10.

As the sun burned through the morning fog and haze, it actually felt cooler for a couple of hours due to the drop in humidity. Despite the support of some great friends who endured the ridiculous, (Meghann, Duncan, Traci, Traci's Mom, Cassie, Colleen, Sarah, and Jeremy's tent for some much needed shade) we didn't play our best volleyball and ended up losing both games in our next match. They were a good team, (who incidentally ended up winning our entire division after placing 2nd on our net) but we should have taken the first game (lost 17-15). After that we took turns staying cool, reffing other matches, and winning our last four games. The competition wasn't as good, but we started playing a lot smarter as well.

All in all we finished one game out of the playoffs (third on our net), didn't suffer heat exhaustion, had a couple of celebration beers, and generally had a lot of fun. Really our only causality was that BOTH of Bruce's shoes completely broke on the same play.

Symmetrical action shots courtesy of Colleen:

A Strange Commute...

I had a rather interesting journey home last night that was noteworthy enough to justify my return to blog entries after my month long hiatus. My tale begins with me spending yet another day working for the man. I've been quite a bit busier recently, so I was actually working just after four o'clock when I got a call from my lovely wife that our two volleyball matches for the night (one at 6:30 and one at 7:30) were canceled. It wasn't too surprising as we had already had a strong storm roll through Arlington complete with close lightning strikes and even a brief power outage. I moseyed down to the metro at my normal time of around 5:15, thankful that I didn't have to go outside in the pouring rain. After passing by the "Escalator Modernization Project" at Clarendon which is apparently an excuse for Metro to rebuild an escalator from scratch, I noticed my first sign that something might be amiss. A train had just let out, as I could see the people streaming up the escalator, but the platform was still extremely full for the Clarendon station. A new train was arriving as I made it to the crowded platform, but luckily I'm pretty adept at metro "sardining," so I was able to squeeze into a car after making a last second decision to avoid the car with parents with two giant strollers. My second clue that this was going to be a strange commute was that the driver soon said "this is the Orange line to East Falls Church." Since I live and park at Vienna, that was going to be a problem. Eventually, I learned that a power line was down between the East and West Falls Church stations, and that Metro was providing a shuttle bus between East and West Falls Church as an alternative. Unfortunately, simple math told me that the metro station would get backed up pretty quickly unless they provided 8-10 buses every five minutes. Did I say backed up? I meant it would turn into a human parking lot.

At about the time I joined the human parking lot I got a call from Sarah. The powers that be un-canceled the volleyball matches, and we were back on. Using my secret talent of being freakishly tall, I was able to see about 1,000 people in a giant mass waiting for the buses. Then, I had a great idea: Trassie lives right next to the East Falls Church station.

What are the chances that I could hang out there or even get a ride to the next Metro stop from Trassie? What's the chance that Cassie got off work early because of the impending storm? What's the chance that I could actually make a phone call because all the people stuck were jamming up cellphone service? Luckily everything fell into place. Cassie was home early from work, had access to a car, and was reasonably sober. After some strategic maneuvering and fence jumping, I was on my way to my personal shuttle...the Mini Cooper. Cassie and I made a fairly quick jaunt to the West Falls Church metro, while Cassie got a good lesson in driving during rush hour when they were a lot of annoyed people on the road. When I finally made it to the train at the West Falls Church station, I had to keep my smile to myself as the other passengers traded war stories of their 3+ hours commute (little did they know of the free Mini shuttle).

I finally got in touch with Sarah as I was driving back home to find that our 6:30 game was off (which I just heard about from Colleen) because the other team couldn't make it in time, but that as far as she knew the 7:30 game was still on. I changed into volleyball gear, grabbed a drink and some snacks and was back on the road in about four minutes flat. It was still raining hard in Vienna, but by the time I got to Chantilly the sky actually looked pretty clear. I pulled into the Dulles Sportplex lot at about 7:20 and headed down to the court.

Can you guess what happens next? Well, first off there is only one other team at any of the three courts (and even they are a player short). I don't think we were scheduled to play them tonight, but we've had so many games canceled, we probably needed to play them anyway. We agree to their proposal to scrimmage to get at least some volleyball in for all our trouble. Once the score is 4-2, a few hard and quick rain drops come down. We all head to leave but then it stops and Bruce convinces us to play on as he can see a sliver of light through the clouds that appears to be coming closer. On the next serve, the heavens open up. It was one of the those rains where you are already soaked in the three seconds in takes to open your umbrella. We give up and decide to head home. The drive home wasn't awful but very slow amongst the giant puddles and many tornado warnings on the radio. I arrived home and figured that I got two things out of the three hours of commuting I'd just finished. Ten minutes of volleyball (that by the end of the season will probably have cost me about $30) and a story to write about. Hope you enjoyed the story :)

New York...

I decided to mix things up a little bit for our fourth anniversary with the promise to whisk Sarah away on a “secret” weekend getaway. I did a pretty good job keeping the location a secret from Sarah, although I finally slipped up a week before the big announcement. I chose New York City, somewhere neither of us had been in several years and somewhere we have never been to together.

Given the short time we had up there, I planned the hell out of this trip and I probably could have generated an hour by hour schedule if the need arose. We left work early on Friday to head up to the Big Apple. I picked out a hotel in the Financial District downtown. It was close to some touristy things I wanted to do, cheaper than Midtown, and more importantly nice and quiet when you wanted to get some sleep at night. We arrived on Friday and headed to our restaurant reservation in Midtown at Becco. It is an Italian restaurant that had two nice features: a prix-fix menu of all-you-can eat home made pastas and a full selection of wines only $25 a bottle to encourage experimentation. The food was great and after getting a free glass of wine simply by being clutzy enough to break my glass at the end of the meal , we waddled over to Rockefeller Center. We headed up to the Top of the Rock, the observation deck on the top of the 70-story 30 Rock building. It wasn’t quite as high as the Empire State Building, but I liked the observation deck better – unobstructed, 360 degree views from the very top.

On Top of the Rock - Empire State Building in Background

Saturday was the day of walking, and thus we were glad the weather was perfect. We started by walking to the Ground Zero site. There is not really much to see there yet, just some construction cranes, but it was something I wanted to see to remember what happened. Next we took the subway to Brooklyn (Saturday wasn’t all walking) and then walked back to Manhattan across the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge had great views and was an impressive engineering feat as well. After our walk back to Brooklyn we lunched at the first pizza place in North America: Lombardi’s in Little Italy. It was quite yummy.

Brooklyn Bridge Overlooking Downtown NYC

Our next stop was at Broadway to watch “Spamalot.” Being as uncultured as I am, it was my first trip to Broadway, although Sarah is an experienced theater goer. Spamalot, based on Monty Python and Holy Grail, did a great job of recreating some of the funniest scenes from the movie, but also was different enough to not just be a rehash. It was a lot of laughs and a really impressive production.

After an early dinner that was good but expensive, our final activity of the night (yes, I packed this trip full) was to go dancing at Swing 46. As we learned earlier in the day, the ultra convenient subway stop 50 feet from our hotel was closed on Saturday for track maintenance. So, we took a different line which put us about a mile from the club. Apparently after four years of marriage Sarah and I can still have communication breakdowns, because the message of how far away the club was never really got from me to her :) Anyway, a mile of walking later (with one us wearing high heeled shoes), and we were ready for some drinks. The club was a lot of fun; the small dance floor took a little bit of time to adjust to, but by the end of the night Sarah and I were cutting a rug.

Our last activity was to take the Staten Island Ferry from Manhattan to Staten Island on Sunday morning. We weren't that interested in seeing Staten Island, but since the Statue of Liberty tickets were already sold out, the ferry was a free way to get some great views of the Statue like below:


After that, it was back to the airport to give up the New York lifestyle and return to the Suburbs.

America's New Tanker...

The recent award by the Air Force of the KC-45 Tanker to Northrop Grumman over Boeing has been controversial by all accounts. This story has stayed in the business news an amazingly long time, so I'm finally going to chime in. It hits pretty close to home, although whatever happens probably wouldn't have much affect on me. I don't actually know a lot of the details, but I wanted to put a few facts out there and highlight some of the ridiculous statements made by some members of Congress. The back-story is basically this:

• The Air Force fleet of tankers used to refuel jets in mid-air is getting really old.
• In 2003, the Air Force tried to give the contract to Boeing to lease the Air Force new tankers. A major scandal erupted when Darleen Duryun, the chief acquisition officer for the Air Force was investigated for inflating the price of the tankers while negotiating a position at Boeing and ended up pleading guilty. Boeing executives were fired and Druyun went to jail. the contract had to be recompeted.
• Northrop teamed with EADS to take on Boeing for the new contract.
• Northrop and EADS won the competition. According to initial statements by the Air Force, they won by a big margin.
  
• Congress members in Washington state and Kansas (places with the largest concentration of Boeing workers) go ballistic.
• Boeing files a protest, and the GAO is currently investigating.
  

Now my collection of ridiculous quotes by the Boeing supporters:

From Forbes:

"House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., echoing the thoughts of many congressional Democrats, sees McCain's role in a less positive light. She said the earlier tanker deal was 'on course for Boeing' before McCain started railing against it."

Wow...blaming McCain for taking away the earlier contract from Boeing. In a sense, that's true, but perhaps you could blame the ethically-challenged Boeing executives and AF officials for destroying the first deal and not the person who found them cheating.

"The person that stopped (the tanker) from going to a U.S. company was Senator McCain," said Emanuel, "and now we are going to send major high-paying jobs overseas"

I'll be first to admit, I don't really know how they come up with job creation numbers, but the latest estimates from both companies are now relatively even on the number of jobs created for both tankers. I'll agree that this would move jobs from Washington and Kansas to Alabama, but no one ever explained what jobs would move to Europe. Plus, Northrop is a U.S company!! I mention this because after all the misinformation, some of my parent's neighbors thought Northrop was based out of France...

From the Kansas Star:

"I continue to believe the Air Force's shortsighted decision is a threat to our national defense and the future of America's aerospace industry," Murray said in a statement.

I don't understand the threat to our national defense argument, as this statement and others talk about military technology going to France. The Northrop plane would be assembled in Alabama from parts made in the US and around the world, but the militarization steps (like say integrating command and control software) would be done by Northrop in the US.

Also Friday, the Kansas state Senate unanimously passed a resolution calling on Congress and President Bush to block the contract award to Northrop-EADS. "This is an aircraft that should be built in the U.S.," said state Sen. Mike Petersen, R-Wichita.

Great, too bad no modern airplane is built completely in the U.S. The Northrop offering is estimated to have 60% American made parts, which exceeded the contract requirements. The Boeing offering does have more American made parts (estimated 85%), but I'd like to see how they will fly it without a fuselage made in Japan or a tail made in Italy.

It will be interesting to see how this all plays out, my guess is that there won't be enough evidence of anything improper to change the decision. However, when politics get involved, it's anybody's guess what will happen.

March Sadness...

It's the time of year when my favorite sport shines its brightest, and the whole country takes notice of college basketball. Unfortunately this year, my beloved Cavaliers of Virginia shockingly didn't get selected to the NCAA tournament; alas when you finish 5-11 in the ACC you don't typically have a lot of things to put on your tournament resume. The year started off promising, with an early win against Arizona, at Arizona. Unfortunately UVA had a horrible stretch during the middle of the season in which they lost 7 in a row and basically sank to the bottom of the ACC. Maybe the UVA football team used up all the availalbe karma when it broke the NCAA record for most number of close wins this past season, because the basketball team caught the brunt of several heartbreaking loses. Several losses came in OT, and a total of 7 games were lost by 4 points or less. Injuries certainly didn't help during this stretch, but several of our players never really seemed to "get it" or play with much heart. Sean Singletary, our star player who decided to come back for his senior season, looked tired trying to carry the team on his back. Things started to turn around a bit during the end of the season, Singletary was finally completely healthy and Lars Mikalauskas, who wears his emotions on his sleeve, gave us a spark on the inside. That was enough to win a few games at the end of the season (4 out of our last 6), and to win Sean's last game at JPJ while getting his jersey retired. As an added bonus, that last win essentially eliminated Maryland from the NCAA tournament (if I'm going to be suffering, might as well have Terps fans in the same boat).

The final redemption for UVA has come as a result of an age old adage: you can never have too much of a good thing. Although my Econ 101 professor Kenny Elzinga might disagree with that adage, we now live in the era of three post season college basketball tournaments. There is the famous field of 65 teams that compete in the NCAA tournament every year, the teams that at had an argument to make it on Selection Sunday that play in the NIT, and finally introducing the College Basketball Invitational or CBI. Selecting the best 16 teams in America, after the NCAA and NIT get the first 97 picks, the CBI doesn't even let records tarnish the image of its teams and doesn't have any restricting requirements on "winning" records (just ask 13-18 Cincinnati). UVA takes on Richmond tonight in the inaugural matchup, and if we can't get excited about playing in the third best post-season college backetball tournament in the land, well then I guess we're normal...

Top of the Mountain...

Yesterday was the day we conquered the mountain...Bruce, Dave, and I went to the top of Breckenridge today. I'd like to chart out what we did because it was an amazing day on the mountain, and I was able to do a lot of terrain that I haven't done before.

Even if you have been to Breck, the rest of the entry will be a little hard to follow unless you have a map. I highlighted the Breck map with all the trails and lifts we took, so that you might have a chance at understanding the next paragraph.



After the walk from our rental house to the mountain and a painfully slow lift ride, we ended up on Peak 9 and did a warm-up run (I went on American, I think Bruce and Dave went down Gold King). We then started toward our final destination. We headed down Volunteer and then down Shock to catch the Peak 8 Super Connect at the mid-load station. We did a quick run on Frosty's Freeway to Chair 6. Then it was now or never to the Imperial Lift up to the top of Peak 8. What a view! It was an unusually warm and clear day. The temp at the bottom of the mountain was near 40, and at the top, a balmy 25. Bruce did the final hike up to the very top, while Dave and I did a run down the Imperial Bowl (I have to give props to Bruce for doing the final hike up, I didn't have the energy and we didn't really know how we were going to get down from there). Dave and I did a second run down Imperial Bowl, and fortuitously met up with Bruce. We headed up the Imperial Lift to the top again. Our plan was to ski down the ridge line and head into the North Bowl, but that area was mostly closed. We ended up heading down Pika, then through a tree section and down Northstar all the way down to the base. What a run! Looking back up to the top where we just were was incredible, especially thinking that we hadn't been on a lift for a long time. We ended the day doing some of the Peak 8 Blacks that I'd never done before. We survived and headed back home triumphant.

Here is the top of the mountain in the distance from one of the lifts:



At the bottom of the Imperial Express lift looking up:



Dave and I at the elevation sign:



Bruce on the very top:

Blame Halo 3...

Sarah and I attended competing guys and girls parties on a recent weekend. The guys played Halo 3 all day (even getting some participation from Atlanta with Dr. Fancysocks and his silent guest with the flower icon), while the girls were doing things like watching movies and knitting. Shortly thereafter, I found this fitting clip on YouTube, which was good for a few laughs (I think the girls will appreciate it as much as the boys) mainly because it hit fairly close to home. I particularly appreciated the fact that the host of the party last weekend, Jeremy is expecting his first child. Now I won't say that Jeremy would miss the birth of his child due to Halo 3, but I'd rather not put him into that kind of dilemma...

Guitar Hero Rock Legend...

I figure this is the right forum to make my big announcement that I'm officially retiring from Guitar Hero. Oh sure, I'll still play an occasional song for fun, there may be a reunion tour in the works, but my professional career has come to an end. I feel like I accomplished a lot in my career, I started out as lead guitar for the up and coming band "Ben and the Diehls", working my way up to the big time. First we beat all the songs and face-offs on Easy, and then Medium. With some work, we could rip off 5-stars on every song on Medium and Easy, unlocking new characters and guitars at every turn. Then the pressure starts to get to you; they don't call the difficulty level "Hard" for nothing. I didn't turn to Heroin Hero, but I started having nightmares of the last few songs on Hard. I only had three songs left to beat on Hard, but my brain refused to process what appears as a solid series of notes coming towards me rapidly. Thinking about the time required to beat those three songs seemed a bit too daunting, and I took the easy way out. That coupled with a heated naming dispute on whether our band name was really "The Diehls and Ben" was pretty much the end of my run on Guitar Hero.

Given the popularity of Guitar Hero at big events (it took over New Year's and the Wisp ski trip a few weeks ago), I'm sure I'll probably participate at the occasional gathering. However, in general I'm letting the next generation of rock legends take the mantle.

P.S. You have to watch the South Park episode on the same subject. If you can't catch this episode on Comedy Central reruns, check out this link to watch the episode: http://www.southparkzone.com/episodes/1113/Guitar-Queer-o.html

Happy New Year...

After taking an unplanned month and a half sabbatical from blogging (I think my current status is disappointing on Penrock's blog) I find myself in a familiar predicament. Namely, I've got ample topics to write about but most of the events I want to write about are long since passed. I could hope that you haven't checked here in the last month and a half, backdate several entries, and pretend that nothing was amiss. However, I'm going to try a different approach; I'm going to talk about the past today, and dare you to criticize me.

That being said, Happy New Year!

I wanted to share some pictures from our recent New Year's party at our place. It was by no means a huge gathering, but Penrock managed to defy conventional wisdom and stay past midnight(barely). It must have been his stint on the exercise bike that let him go the extra mile:

Note that Yuengling is a key ingredient to any training regiment.

It was a fun evening, we had way too much food and drinks, and the usual shenanigans were afoot, as taking a simple posed picture turned into a challenge:






How did Ben end up in every pic??