Ilanarama!

LEGO Escher!

Balcony
Belvedere
Ascending and Descending
Relativity

Kind of puts my lust for the LEGO "Hogwarts dueling club" into perspective. As it were.

Last night I dreamed of Pop-Tarts(TM).

I found my watch that I misplaced in December.

I hate moving.
I hate moving.
I hate moving.

Status report: computer equipment and desks in new house. DSL gone, not coming back for two weeks, damn it. Futon couch, bookcases, and books in new house. Bed and most clothes still in apartment. Food and cooking stuff still in apartment. Everything still in boxes.

I hate moving.

Bonfire party the other night with my redneck brothers-in-law and their redneck friends. Beer, whisky, bratwurst and...asparagus. O-kay. Take that, you yuppie scum.

My hair still smells like smoke.

So, I got the I-9 and other forms via FedEx from NCAR, my soon-to-be-employer-again, and I filled them out and sent them back along with my passport via FedEx, and then yesterday they returned my passport via FedEx. Or tried to.

See, we were home all morning. And I left to go to the bank, and saw a little notice propped up on the mailboxes saying, "we tried to deliver, but you weren't here, so come pick up your package at [inconvenient location]."

GRRRRRR. If the courier was able to get into the building, (which he actually shouldn't have been, without ringing the bell, which is what UPS does, and it works fine) then why the hell didn't he come upstairs and knock on the damn door?

Fortunately, this is a small town. We were heading out in the early afternoon and saw the FedEx truck parked a few blocks away. So I was able to get my passport (and give him a piece of my mind). Well, I guess it doesn't matter if he doesn't know what to do at the apartment building -- we're moving to our new house over the course of the next week or so.

Went out for a bike ride yesterday. Wonderful. Although perhaps I should have been less ambitious than to ride 30 miles for my first road ride in three months. The final five miles were somewhat less than wonderful.

It was a beautiful day, sunny and mid-50s, a perfect day to be outside. Ah, Colorado. You can go skiing one day and biking the next, without skiing on rocks or biking in a parka and Klondike boots. (Eat your heart out, ikkyu2.)

( musings on forest fire and real estate development )

We went skiing yesterday, for the first time in, oh, four years. I was pleased to see that my mediocre technique has not suffered too much for the hiatus. Hopefully this summer I will discover the same about my climbing technique and my whitewater rafting technique.

Skiing is really just an excuse to get out during the winter. It was just so darn beautiful up there at Purgatory Durango Mountain Resort. Engineer Mountain looked like a big scoop of vanilla ice cream, lacking only the cherry on top. And the jaggedy peaks of the Weminuche, all snow-covered and imposing, stood out so starkly against the sky. There is nothing like the blue of the Colorado sky.

I'm hoping to get out into the backcountry soon, too. Right now the avalanche danger pointer is at mega-scary, but maybe a few weeks will help.

And oh, man, do I hurt today. But it's a good hurt.

I have a job. The telecommuting gig back up at NCAR finally made its way through the paperwork.

I have a house. Or will, in nine days. As the address is 333 E 13th St., we felt it appropriate to select 3/13/03 as closing day.

It appears that I'm reassembling something vaguely akin to a Real Life. But I draw the line at kids and a minivan, sorry.

I'm still sick and show no signs of getting better.
But it's snowing.