The newspaper is reporting that a Chupacabra has been spotted near the greenbelt!
People walking or riding bicycles in the area near the work release center, including the Harrisburg Greenbelt, should use caution, police said, and should not approach the animal.
Be careful out there.
Brandi’s Electra Peacock arrived today.
Here are some crappy cell phone pictures of it. It’s really shiny in real life. It has lots of fancy peacock feather designs.
There are peacock feathers on the chain guard,
on the fenders,
On the bell and grips…
The design from the grips is carried over on the saddle.
The saddle is wide and springy.
There are bigger versions of these pictures here.
We’re taking it to the rail trail tomorrow night. All the other girls will be jealous.
I have noisy coworkers, and so I listen to podcasts while I’m at work to help keep my sanity. Today, I was listening to old episodes of the the Thomas Jefferson Hour.
The episode I was listening to talked about Poplar Forest, which was Jefferson’s second home / retreat. Today it’s sort of a museum, and I noticed that it wasn’t yet added to OSM. The Yahoo images weren’t very good, but I could see the building, and I knew from the podcast that it was an octagon with a long rectangle sticking out the side.
So, I drew a crude octagon, then told JOSM to arrange the nodes in a circle. I think it came out pretty nicely.
Some time ago, I added a node for Monticello to the map, so now you can plan your Jeffersonian vacation with OSM.
I think Mr. Jefferson would like Openstreetmap. After all, he commissioned Louis and Clark expedition to map the American West.
I’m pretty sure he would have been in favor of share-alike licensing, too.
He who lights his taper at mine, receives light without darkening me. That ideas should freely spread from one to another over the globe, for the moral and mutual instruction of man, and improvement of his condition, seems to have been peculiarly and benevolently designed by nature, when she made them, like fire, expansible over all space, without lessening their density at any point, and like the air in which we breathe, move, and have our physical being, incapable of confinement or exclusive appropriation.
No doubt if Alexander Hamilton were alive today, he’d own stock in Navteq, plan his travels on Bing, and call us all “intellectual voluptuaries.”
My girlfriend told me she doesn’t like her mixte anymore. I asked her what kind of bike she’d prefer, and she said “green.”
We ordered one of these today:
It certainly is green.
Anyhow, her old Mixte is probably going to be for sale soon. Here are some pictures of it.
It’s lugged. It’s steel. It’s French.
You know you want it.
I rode my bike to work today for the first time since my crash.
That was in January. It was my first day of work for the year. It was supposed to be my way of starting off the new year being healthy, green, and weird. New Years resolutions and all that jazz.
I was laid up with injuries until March, and then we got some blizzards. So, I have an excuse for not riding for three months.
I don’t have much of an excuse for not commuting in April, May, or June. Laziness mostly, maybe a little bit of fear. Getting hit by a car is pretty scary, and it makes you overestimate the risks involved every time you ride with traffic.
I’m taking a slightly different route now, and avoiding the intersection where I got hit.
Anyhow, it feels good to be back at it.
The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper