Ramble On

I rode my bike into work yesterday. I still need to take a break (or two) going up the hill in the Presidio. I’ll get in shape soon enough though to make it all the way up without stopping. The hill coming out of Sausalito was a killer too thanks to the lovely wind on the way home. But it was really nice in Sausalito and Mill Valley yesterday, which kind of made up for the scary fog-water-wind on the bridge.

August is so odd in SF. I turned on my heater for the first time since winter. This was after being in the upper 80 weather in Napa over the weekend with the Texans and Kristen.

I’ve been playing with icecast and muse so I can stream some music to work. I already use my box at home as a squid proxy server which I tunnel to from the office, so I thought, let’s see if I can get to some of my tunes. It works, but it’s a pain in the ass.

TZ has a radio going but his random playlist has Steely Dan in it. And as most people know, Steely Dan is shit*. In reaction to his station/feed, I made my “station” play a loop of a complete box set of Led Zeppelin. So no matter what time of the day it is, it’s always time to get the Led out! (I’d put up a link to my feed, but I’m lazy and I don’t want it to get bogged down).

I still use the software from SlimServer now and then, that still seems to be great (for single use). I should get a squeezebox one day . . . . hrm, maybe after I get Sirius. Too much crap to buy though, new machines, bike crap, … The diversity of “want” just aids Luddition Through Economics. . . .

In other ramblings, why do lame fuckers run in the street with traffic? I was always told that if I go jog (and have to run in the street) I should run facing traffic (on the left side of the road). That way I can jump out of the way if something bad is headed my way (unlike bikes which go in the bike lane with traffic). If I run with traffic some whore in a volvo stationwagon could cream me from behind. Hrm, that’s a bad term, sounds a bit too SF. Heh, I’ll keep it in, I’m rambling. Actually I saw a cute jogger that I wanted to cream from behind recently, har har. I barely saw her though as she was wearing the “sf invisible suit” aka- grey sweats in the fog. Smart move. btw- the “sf invisible car” is a gray or silver sedan that refuses to use lights (including signals) on the west side of the city.

*I know I’ll get an email from Jeff about this. The real/full (Kenny Strickland) quote is “Heart is shit, Dad!” But I can’t say that anymore because although they may be shit, the Sisters Wilson do a mean cover of The Battle of Evermore.