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31. August, 2007 - Northern Division Champs
Parking Lot Pano
Parking Lot Pano

The Saints won last night, making them champs of the Northern Division. They’ll face the winner of the South next Monday and Tuesday in St. Paul, and then Thursday, Friday and Saturday somewhere in Texas.

And that’s about it for today. I’m running late and need to scoot to work. Have a great Labor Day weekend!

30. August, 2007 - Playoffs

As I mentioned last time, the Saints are in the playoffs. And after two road games, they’re returning home 2-0 in the best of 5 series. Tonight’s game is part of the Dog Days too, with fans encouraged to bring their pooches to the park.

bridges
Bridges

One of the things about my walk last Friday was that I finally got to see the site where the 35-W bridge used to be. Like others, I just wanted to look. To see that it’s really gone. It was cathartic, and I’m still very critical of the official stance of keeping people as far away from the site as possible.

On a photographic note, one of the things I noticed when using a manual-focus lens is that focusing screens on DSLRs uniformly suck. Enough so that many of my photos made with a manual-focus lens are slightly out of focus. So I’ve ordered a Katz Eye Focusing Screen for the Nikon D200. Sounds like it’s just what my camera needs. I’ll report back once I’ve installed it and taken it out for a spin.

26. August, 2007 - Another Weekend

Sunday morning (though just barely still) and I figure it’s time to do some blogging again. First, the Saints made the playoffs on Friday night, so I don’t have to worry too much about spare time for at least another week. With their streak of eight straight losses at home broken with two wins to close out the home season, I wasn’t sure whether they were going to get into the playoffs or not. And I’m not really sure which I’d have preferred. There are plenty of folks I’d like to see a few more times before winter, but I’m also ready to have a few more evenings when I know I can just come home from work and think about nothing after a long day.

On Friday, a co-worker who was in town wanted to run around and take some photos. I cut out from work a little early and met up with him at the Sculpture Garden. We shot some photos there, and then headed over to Kramarczuk’s for dinner. Mmmm. Then it was down to the riverfront. We parked near the Stone Arch Bridge, and shot a whole bunch of photos of the river. It was the first time I’ve seen the site where the 35-W bridge used to be, but other than noting “Hey! It’s not there anymore.” I mostly focused on the sunset that was going on upriver.

He had a 9:50pm flight back to the Bay Area, so just after sunset it was off to Southeast Amoco to top off the tank of the rental. He dropped me there and I walked home, leaving him with directions to the airport.

Saturday was spent mowing the lawn, shopping and catching up around home a bit. My allergies kicked into high gear when I stirred up the grass, so I wasn’t feeling particularly motivated. Today, I was planning to go up and visit mom, but I’m still sniffling and sneezing, and have a lot of photos to go through plus the laundry I was planning to get done yesterday, so I think I’m going to put that off for another week.

And that’s about it for now. I haven’t had much in the way of links lately. Sorry about that. Once the Saints season is done I’ll hopefully get back in the groove. Hope you had a restful weekend. Sometimes that’s the best thing.

20. August, 2007 - Hippo Birdies to Me

Well, another year older. Not necessarily any wiser.

Got the following joke via email, and it seems appropriate:

What’s the difference between girls/women aged: 8, 18, 28, 38, 48, 58, 68 and 78?
At 8 — You take her to bed and tell her a story.
At 18 — You tell her a story and take her to bed.
At 28 — You don’t need to tell her a story to take her to bed.
At 38 — She tells you a story and takes you to bed.
At 48 — She tells you a story to avoid going to bed.
At 58 — You stay in bed to avoid her story.
At 68 — If you take her to bed, that’ll be a story!
At 78 — What story??? What bed??? Who the hell are you???

Well, there it is, then.

The weekend? Pretty darned quiet. Made a trip to Target and got everything I needed for the weekend on Saturday afternoon, and decided it was rainy enough that I didn't want to go to the Saints game (which they played and I listened to on the visiting team’s webcast — the Saints lost again). Sunday I mostly stayed in, too. Was planning to watch the race on TV, but that was rained out, so I got a full helping of old movies and a big nap. Nothing especially notable, except that due to the nap, I was wide awake bright and early this morning (before it was bright, if you want to get technical). Which is probably just fine. Gotta get everything packed up again for the game tonight, though it looks like that might be rainy, too.

Yeah, it’s nice to get the rain and get some relief from all the dry weather and not need to fix my sprinklers (short version, the washer from the end of the hose was old and crumbly and seems to have clogged something up), but it’s been an awful lot of gray and misty or rainy weather lately, and it’s just a lot more fun to waste a nice weekend than to feel like you’re “stuck inside” because of the weather.

Oh well. At least the temperature’s down, which is nice. I’m used to spending my birthday with the temperature being up near body temp and this is a lot more pleasant.

18. August, 2007 - Weekend Update

It’s a rainy morning, and I’m not particularly feeling like getting moving for the day yet, so how about some blogging? Sounds like a plan.

Not a ton has happened. Watched the Saints lose two more games at home. Had a couple cute gals as dates and apparently caused a bit of a stir in the section. People will talk, apparently. And yes, when you add their ages together, they are older than me. But you could figure that out by noticing that both were drinking beers. Still, I enjoyed the cute company.

I’m behind on sleep again. I thought I was in pretty good shape for this last home-stand, but yesterday morning I woke up at about 3:30 to a sharp pain in my shoulder. Seems I had my arm under my pillow (which was under my head) and attempted to roll over the wrong direction. Damn near dislocated my shoulder, it felt like. And for some reason, I couldn’t get back to sleep right away. If this is what getting old is like, I’m not very fond of it.

Got a new camera this week. It was a “present” from work. I’m happy with the still picture quality, and the form-factor, but I’m pretty pissed at the fact that when I plug it into the USB on my computer, it doesn’t just show up on the desktop. I think I may finally end up buying a card-reader just to deal with that. Plus I’ll need a new card for it. It came with an anemic 32MB card, which lets a guy record a whopping 6 seconds of video or 30-some still images. I suspect that won’t be enough to keep me happy. But hey, it grabbed a few photos I’m happy with last night, and I would not have brought my SLR to the ballpark, so it’s working out for what I want, which is a decent quality pocket-camera. And hey, the price was right.

Not sure what else to say. I think it’s time to go fry up some sausage and eggs and such and maybe think about starting the day. Perhaps with a trip to Office Depot to get a new card for the camera. Which reminds me of another conversation about how it’s so much easier to go to places like Office Depot to buy electronics now rather than Best Buy or (Short) Circuit City. At least the clueless sales people in an office supply store don’t think they know what they’re talking about in the electronics department. Unless they do, which is an even happier surprise, since then they’re usually smarter than anyone you’d find in one of the stores that claims to specialize in electronics.

But I had decided it was time for breakfast, hadn’t I?

14. August, 2007 - Just Six Games Remain

At least in the regular season for the Saints. And after watching them lose three to the Cats last weekend, I’m wondering if they’re going to make the playoffs at all. But hey, I’ve got a couple days off from games, so at least there’s a chance to catch up on the blog, right?

But there’s really not all that much to tell. I’ve been going to a lot of ballgames, and not much else, it seems. I did get out and shoot a bunch of photos with my infrared-converted D-50 a little over a week ago. That was fun. And the day before that, I went up to the Yak Ranch and shot a bunch of photos there. So that’s something, I guess.

Closer to home, the biggest effect of the bridge being down is that there seem to be fewer people in my way when I’m heading to and from work. Most are detouring around the part of town I live in, so that’s something. I still haven’t been down to see the site, though. I just don’t feel like dealing with the police cordons, even if they have been pulled in considerably.

And I think that’s going to do it for this evening’s update. The groove in my couch is calling and there’s some TV to be watched before it’s time to put the laundry in the drier and go to bed.

3. August, 2007 - What a week

Yesterday I headed home early from work. Didn’t go out to watch the Saints (they lost), but instead just came home and watched some disaster-porn on the TV. That was as unsatisfying as ever, and after a while I switched to watching old movies.

I think the thing that upsets me most about the city and state’s handling of the bridge collapse is the control they’re taking. They’ve shut down almost all access to the area, including the Stone Arch Bridge and Bridge 9, both valuable ways for pedestrians to get across the river, and also to see the collapsed bridge. While I understand that they need ways to get rescue vehicles and politicians back and forth across the river for sound bites, I think they also need to take the needs of their consituents into account.

And one of those needs is that expressed by the people the media are dismissively calling “gawkers” or “rubberneckers.” I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who wants to down and view the wreckage. Not because we’re feeling ghoulish, but for the same reason people need to go to funerals — to say goodbye, and realize that the bridge is really gone. At this point, it feels mare like some made-for-TV movie than reality, and I’d like to be able to go down and say goodbye to the bridge. But for the moment, they’re preventing that.

Well, perhaps over the weekend (though not Saturday). I guess we’ll see. For now, I’m going to try heading to work and see if I can focus my brain on more ordinary matters.

2. August, 2007 - Bridge collapse, part 2

I still don’t have much personal to say about the bridge collapse. Even though it’s less than a mile from me, I haven’t been down to the site, and I don’t know anyone who was killed or injured.

Belated thanks to those who called or emailed to check on me.

1. August, 2007 - Bridge Collapse
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