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Some co-workers asked me to bring in the album my band recorded in high school. I did, but listeded to it first, you know, to make sure it was safe to let other people hear it. I like it quite a bit. It was a lot of fun, and a big change in music genre from the other bands & circles I played in.

While I was listening, I looked up Matt, the drummer, and Regan, the guitarist. Matt has his own site/label, and Regan didn’t make the web. It turns out the dude that did the vocals for the album is making it big (for an indie band). He was in Bellingham at the same time I was, and I ran in to him once, but he was in a bourbon stupor, and loosely remembered me & the album. His band just got back from a Euro tour, and will be playing in Portland this weekend. Maybe I should go.

Music is fun. Making it is even better.

Scott and I played a couple rounds of Disc Golf this weekend. We both picked up the, uh, sport last weekend in Bellingham. Its a blast. I live next to Lunchtime, a course on church property. Its not as technical as the Cornwall Park course in Bellingham, but its fun, and its great practice.

I’m working on a map of it. It’ll be available soon. The current map works fine. I just wanted an excuse to make a map.

Seeing your old stomping grounds is fun. So is re-stomping with old friends. This weekend Scott and I went to Bellingham, and Sarah went to Seattle. We all had fun, including Michelle, who stayed home and painted the wall. Its green, and looks good. It turns out she’s more productive when I’m gone. I guess I’ll have to go away more.

Yesterday was the first day of classes. It was crazy. I worked for 9 hours straight on computers. Guess why I didn’t post last night?

This weekend was my birthday. We played trivial pursuit, watched some of the second season of the Simpsons, ate pizza, and drank a variety of beers. Scott got be a belgian named Golden Drak. It was, like many Belgian beers, tetering on the line between greatness and fermentation run amok. It was good though, and packed quite a punch. Later I tried the last remaining barley wine I made a year ago. It had gone a bit feral. I jokingly renamed it a belgian. Anyway, after tasting the Drak and my ‘belgian’, I thought I had made a damn good beer. Too bad I had used most of it to boil bratwurst with.

School starts in a few days. Its quite hectic. I love teachers, but they put stuff off to the last minute, just like me. Its almost disappointing, but I guess it means even I could someday be teacher. excellent…

Ever feel like you just don’t have the right words? Try adding to your vocabulary. Or, catching up on your vocabulary. Apparently, you should know these 100 words.

freed.dyndns.org has had unreasonable amounts of downtime. I tried to install PHP again, and it killed apache. A full re-install was required, and I haven’t had time. Thank goodness no one relies on me.

My dad came down to Portland, and we went to Mt. Angel’s Oktoberfest. It was quite cool, and Optimator on tap is wonderful. I got hit in the eye by a Praying Mantis that was flying around inside the beirgarten, and Sarah commented on what luck I must have.

Today Scott, my dad and I climbed King Mt. above the Wilson River. It was supposed to be just a hike, but my notorious lack of activity planning forced us to climb 2500′ in 2.5 miles. It was a nice climb, and the view of the Coastal range was gorgeous. Then we had dinner at the Kennedy School, and hot tubbed. The specialty was a Nut Brown ale that was excellent. Better than any Newcastle you can buy here. It was fun. Obviously uptime wasn’t too much of a concern.

By living in a municipality, you get certain benefits as paid for by your taxes. These include police dept., fire dept., public schooling, etc. When you choose to live in a forest, you forgo certain protections by virtue of choosing not to participate in said municipalities. Some do this intentionally.

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I’m working on modifying the layout of the site, so don’t be surprised if things aren’t where they used to be. For instance, I’m moving /greg to ~greg, so he’s on his own account. Same with Hilly and Michelle.

Either way, you should see these pictures of Oakley, my parents dog. She caught a brook trout and threw it on to the shore. She’s a happy old lady.

This morning a pair of ring-tailed pheasants ran through our yard, and across the street. I wish I’d taken pictues.

I also had a premise for a book. The protagonist was a blind racist.

We walked Barley tonight to wear him out. On our walk, we saw a 3 bedroom house for sale. It had wood floors, a wonderful garden, and was only $215k. In the midwest, the house would cost 100k. Such is life.

I got an e-mail from someone asking about my kegerator. I wondered how they found the pictures, so I did a google search, and found an even cooler kegerator page. I wonder how difficult it would be to do this. And would I want to know the results?