Well, not really, but I'm not dead yet professionally. I just got a call to interview for running a division of the next cable company here. The digital pow-wow is set for Tuesday. So, who knows maybe there are second acts in things other than politics. I tend to think it's more like Michael Myers of Broadband, just when you think I'm dead, I'm up again.........

More to come, think happy thoughts

I love the band but this takes Bono down a deserved peg. Too damn funny. Enjoy

On my to do list is check out Al Gore's movie. I picked up the book and if he spoke with this much passion during the 2000 election, it might have made Florida a non-issue. Thanks to (e:AJAY), I've gotten hooked on Throw Away Your TV.com. One of the more entertaining archives was Keith Olbermann's (one of my favorite tv guys) interview with the former V.P. Together, they get you thinking without talking down to you. Neat trick that. Check them out.

At least for the moment anyway. I got my bike out for the first time this season. I decided it would be best after getting the bike ready and myself stretched that I might as well get fully back into biking in EV. That meant taking on Elmwood like a bicyclist should, in the street.

I do have a helmet and wear it, but on my fat head, I look like an irish version of the Great Gazoo from the Flintstones. With some sunglasses on, I looked liked Gazoo's handicapped older brother. Flintstone!!

Anyhoo, after providing the Spot/Brodo crowd with reason to doubletake, I got from Lexington to Forest without one single motorist flipping me off (must be doing something right) and did a quick 180 and worked my way back. Not wanting to push it, I headed back downn Bryant, past the old Buffalo Rome and Just Pasta when my thigh muscles wanted a word with me. In short, they insinuated that if I didn't start taking it back home, my back was going to have a difficult thursday and I was going to make a noise everytime I got out of a chair. Not being one to argue, I headed back for the apartment.

Tomorrow night, I'll try and distract them and go a little further, gullible bastards, they fell for the same trick last year. I'm not out for anything crazy, just trying to maintain and feel a little better, a little more often.

By next week, I'll get brave and hit the cemetary and park where the really crazy drivers are.

1. How did you find out about/why did you become of estrip?

By accident, I was meandering around the internet and literally stumbled on to it. A journaling site within my own neighborhood, it merited further exploration.

2. How "out" are you about having a publicly accessible online journal. Do your friends know? Does your family know? Do your co-workers know? Does your boss know? Do you use your real name? Do you use your real photo?

I'm pretty out. It's my real picture, Mike is my real first name. My boss asked me about the bumpersticker. I'm hiding, but in plain site

3. How many epeeps have you met real life? Haven't counted totally, but I've had the good fortune to meet Vincent, Paul, Matthew, Terry, Enknot, Jenks, imk, Ladycroft, Dragonlady, Zobar, Mike, Uncutsaniflush, TheCarey, LeeTee, Metalpeter, and a number of folks I'm forgetting, but I do apologize. It's a great group of folks

4. How has estrip changed the way that you meet people, on and/or off line? Not really, you do learn about people from how they write and being a little more open to new people and ideas will get you more in the return. I suppose I'm reaping the benefit of other peeps web experiences and learning from them in terms of everything from the web to new music to not being so tunnel vision like when I enter spot.


5. How has estrip affected you love life? Not yet but hope springs eternal

6. How many of your friends have joined estrip because of your influence? No, I kind of like keeping you guys to myself

7. Are you from Buffalo/do you live in Buffalo?
Yes/Yes

Equipment:
1. What type of hardware or software purchases have you made as a result of using estrip?
None yet, I have both kids and a divorce attorney that have eaten into my gadget budget

2. Have you used the mobile version of estrip? Why or why not? Not yet as my cell phone is on the lame mostly just a phone side

Lifestyle:
1. In what way has estrip changed your Internet surfings habits? Describe the amount of time you spend on estrip, when you use it and about how long? Estrip is a fixture of my surfing habits. If I'm killing some time or just want to see what thinkin is going on, I stop in

1a. How many journals do you usually read per day?
Hard to say, a dozen roughly.

2. In what ways has estrip changed the way you perceive your local community? No, it reinforces all the nothings that brought to this neighborhood initially.

3. How has journaling about your life affected the way you spend your free time? Nah, it gives me a place to expand my thoughts after all the people have left

4. Has estrip changed your living situation in any way?
nope

5. Do you find that you mediate/document more of your experiences now that you share them with others? Not really

6. Has publishing on estrip affected the way that write? I've always fancied myself a decent writer and this venue hasn't dictated how I do that.

7. Do you have other online journals? If so, with what service and has estrip affected your usage of that journal? Not anymore.

8. Have you ever gotten in trouble for using estrip at work?
One of the benefits of working for an ISP. Those who've seen it think it's pretty cool
9. If you have stopped using estrip, why? N/A

This is what happens
when your Parent
is a
Graphic Designer

(a parent with a wide range of political and entertaining views)

gave me a Spot card for father's day. Nothing like walking into a meeting this morning with a Mucho Grande House Blend permeating the institutional java everybody else was sporting. A week of doing that may help my disposition. Good kids. That kind of stuff wouldn't happen off Hertel.

While trying to coax the Dreamingtree.org website into letting me have the Dave Matthews show from Wednesday night, this arrived in my email:

    If a dog were your teacher
These are some of the lessons you might learn...

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face
to be pure ecstasy

When it's in your best interest
practice obedience
Let others know when they've invaded your territory
Take naps and stretch before rising
Run romp and play daily

Thrive on attention and let people touch you
Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do
On warm days stop to lie on your back on the grass
On hot days drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree
When you're happy dance around and wag your entire body

No matter how often you're scolded
don't buy into the guilt thing and pout
run right back and make friends

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm
Stop when you have had enough
Be loyal
Never pretend to be something you're not

If what you want lies buried
dig until you find it
When someone is having a bad day
be silent .....
...sit close by.

...and nuzzle them gently.

got his Father's Day present early.

I've written about my son before, but the daughters sometimes get shortshift and I apologize to them about that. Don't want to be accused of playing favorites. Anyhoo, since my separation and now divorce, every Friday involves all of em coming to my apartment at least for a night. This one was no different. We went swimming and did dinner and whatnot and generally hung out. It was pretty great.

Saturday, I told my sister's SO that I would come over and help him move some furniture for a yard sale he was having. Came back to the apartment and slowly me and the kids got the day going for real. We went over to the sale so the kids could see their aunt and pick out some stuff. After lunch we headed back to the pool. My son met a friend of his there and the invite was extended to go see Fantastic Four at the friends house. Who am I to say no to more "clobbering time."

It was me and the girls. It's been an educational dynamic for me. Sometimes they've been punching the clock, "When are we going home?" That sort of thing. Yesterday, it was what's for dinner and unspoken hanging out, with a little bit of laughing mixed in. Pretty great . I must be doing something right.

My dignity was taking a beating today. It was Father Son Day at my son's Tae Kwan Do studio. When your eight year old extends a personal invite, you can't say no. I acquitted myself fairly well. I got through it all and am reasonably sure I wasn't turning purple during the stretching exercises, it just felt like it.

I know the instructors were babying us, which is fine as they know who does the paying. Afterwards, we got some dinner and repaired to the pool, ipod boom box in tow. Said IPOD now contains the mix provided to us all by (e:Jenks)(thanks again!). There is a shallow circle where I was soaking and watching my son swim off the last of his energy for the day. I set the Jenks mix as the soundtrack, which got an approving nod from the lifeguard.

A trio of kids came down to swim and were shooting the shit. As they got in, they took note and one little twerp actually said "Hey, the old guy's got good tunes." I felt my own grey hair stab me like a dagger, turning me into one of the villians from Scooby Doo ("I'd play it louder if it wasn't for you meddlin kid!").

As my son and I were getting ready to leave, I couldn't resist. I got the question of "Hey Mister, who schooled ya on the tunes?" Without missing a beat, I replied "it was something a doctor prescribed for me."

Thanks Jenks, I got cred....for the moment