Skippy is on the lose again

People keep telling me that they saw me places. Places that I have not been.

Damn, I thought I tied him up good this time.

The onward march of technology

Many years ago I wanted to put my photos online (I still have not digitised the great bulk of them) So, being the only thing to do at that point I wrote my own software to get the job done. It is clunky and awkward, but gets the job done.
That was in the 90's.
Now, there are many free, good photosharing sites up. I don't have to cut my own thumbnail, the user can download the full picture, the organization matches the organization on my computer... etc, etc, etc.
So anyway here it is
http://picasaweb.google.com/eel.josh/

I have wasted the last 17 years of my life

I have spend a good amount the last 17 years learning how to use a darkroom.
Now I have to re-learn everey thing I knew about photography, but this time digital.
Oh, well at least I don't have to worry about the darkroom chemicals eating my brain.

Speaking of Solar

I finally got off of my duff and finished Bok's birthday present (From May (06 (I am a bad man)))


1 Watt a solar Pannle


A battery big enough to not get over charged.


My charging "Circut".


Put it all in a case with some radome wires.


Add in a 1 watt white LED, and let there be light.

Now, I have to go to her office and install the damned thing.
That was never part of the deal.

Hi Ho...

So, I do not write too much about my job, this is cuz most of the work I do is no so much secret as confidential.
But don't take that as I don't like my work, I enjoy it tremendously. One of the only things about it that I don't like so much is that I don't really feel like I am contributing to this whole collapsing environment thing (I do do some off the clock).
So this makes me very exited when I do get to work in that sort of warm fuzzy project, and this week I get to go and help out in a very small way at a very exiting solar cell manufacturing plant that is being built.

Go Solar!

I am not very good at the bloging thing

From the start I have written these entries as a stream of conchishenss, witch I think is kinda cool, but it does tend to highlight my bad grammar and atrocious spealing. It also means that I do share a lot about myself is a public forum.
But I forget that this is indeed a public forum, and that is why I am doing it.
Being a public forum I am open to public ridicule and disdain, so be it.
Or it should be anyway.
If somebody that I have never met wants to get mad at me for some supposed injury that I have done to somebody else (that did not seem too upset himself) I should just say so be it.
But I don't. I seethe and get defensive and start responding and tacking on addendums.
Any way, I am not apologising for my behavior, I still think that asking Mr. Bourdain what he thought of dinner at the opening of his new book about food was not a bad thing to do,,
there I go being defensive again. So be it.

I guess I just need to relax.

$200/Plate Diner. Or a littel vomit in my mouth.

So last night me, Paula and Rebbeca (Yes, that is proper English. Thanks Mr. Bye) went to Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations" book premiere. The event was a $200 a plate dinner. The service was bland, the meal was not very good, nor was there very much of it and the wine was poor at best.
After dinner there was a question/answer session with Tony. People were surrounding him asking him the sort of question that one asks celebrities "So, what does it feel like to be soooo cool?".
I was grumpy about the "meal" so I went up to ask him about it. As I walk up, the crowd dissipated and let me in. Mr. Bourdain looks right at me and everybody else shuts up, so I ask him:
"I am sorry if somebody else has already asked you this, but I have not been able to hear anything, but what did you think of tonight's meal?"

"It was good" Was his response.

"That's it?" I question.

"What did you think of it" says he.

At this point I was fully prepared to talk about how food in SF is about the simple preparation of quality local ingredient. And crafting meals that go well together, not about random sea foods that sound like they might be local (Dungeness crab after the season was put on hold due to the oil spill. That was either not local, or almost a year old and it tasted like it). I was going to go on about presenting a menu that consisted of nothing but fish and pork. It was going to be dazzling.

Instead I said "Rotten fish, I threw up a little in my mouth."

He told me that I need to relax, and the crowd closed up on me.


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P.S.
Ok, people,
Do you seriously think that I was trying to impress yall with a story about my urbain wit? Or that I was holding this up as a shining example of how to politely deal with things??

No, I was expressing my outrage at being served rotten food for $200. And telling a funny story about the simi-intentional things that come out of our mouths from time to time.

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P.P.S.
Giving me shit for giving somebody shit sounds more than a little silly.
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P.P.P.S
For the record not all of the dishes where bad, some of them where in fact exquisite.

33

Here it is, 8 AM on my 33rd birthday, and so far nobody has given me so much as a single 1950's sports car.
What the fuck is up with that????