Whine Fest

Regrettably I'll miss Lori's always-excellent SML shindig this year. The event has morphed into more of a party and less of a reunion. New gossip emerges each year and I doubt WhineFest will be an exception.

Onteora Montage (1973)

Bachelor Mode 07

I'm in "bachelor mode" as Susan and Eileen head off to the wilderness of Baxter State Park. What will I do? For starters I'll try to hack my iPod touch. It arrived yestereday and I enjoyed borrowing UNH's wireless while chatting with Duane and Tina at Cotton. Is it a media player? Maybe - Although I've sorted my music by color for CoverFlow, I haven't plugged my headphones in yet. But it is an insanely thin and sexy Safari web browser. Time will tell what I can do with the thing.

Hint of Fall

The exceptionally dry August, in part because most every summer t-storm "missed", has triggered an early hint of fall. It isn't that the leaves have changed; it's that some of them have just fallen dead off the trees.

Happy Dogs I

Happy Dogs II

Happy Frog

Summer of Tragedy

In my life, I haven't processed as much tragedy as I have this summer. There are no words, magic or otherwise, that I can muster to help make it better. Only time.

Hilary at the Dubes Pond Classic (2004)

Knee Bored

Today marks the eleven-week aniversary of when I dinged my knee rounding four-ball at Dubes. This is a long recovery; and it's a drag. The last seven weeks have offered only a slow improvement. But soon the snow will fly.

Welcome Wagon at KTEX

Amsterblog

The three days at FPL went by in an instant. There is very little information content in saying “Amsterdam is a fun city”. But by circumstance, I eschewed the hackneyed red lights and red eyes for some deep dialog on reconfigurable computing. Dinner on Sunday night was at a fine Indian restaurant adjacent to a sex shop. Dinner Monday night was at a French affair called “Luden”. Finally the grand conference dinner at Jamie Oliver’s, “Fifteen”. Compared to Madrid, it was pretty tame. But maybe it just was that we were collectively missing Kati and Lesley. Sat with Seda on the plane from AMS to BOS; she was on the second leg of a slightly longer journey.

The Conference Hotel

Along the Canals

Mondo Bloggo

So long since posting: I brought "Steve French" home from the dealership. I can't think of a better name. Royce and Craig came to visit. Susan and I saw "Zappa Plays Zappa" in Boston, which was fantastic. The best live performance I've seen since, um, the two days at Tweezer Center just before Coventry. Then there was `vibes 07. My funked up bipartite patella and the still-unresolved mystery of why it so slow to heal. Then HotChips. And here we are. Whew! It sure seemed like more. I guess there is the jobby thing mixed in there too.

Preparing for HotChips (Menlo Park, CA)

Jeff is Happy (Vibes07, Bridgeport, CT)

My Bipartite Patella?

I like math. And graphs. So the word bipartite tends to fire more feel-good neuro-chemical transactions than bad. Until today. A trained professional looked at images of my knee taken just after my trauma. Tweaky-Tweaky with the gain and offset (er, window and level) and there exists this very uncool segmentation between the otherwise homogeneous density. MRI to follow soon.

Iontophoresis with Dexamethasone

In college, I thought dipping your finger in DMSO to "taste" the molecule would be a bad idea. Today there is a whole industry around pushing drugs through your skin, and look, one seems to be stuck to my knee. With Iontophoresis, we go beyond simple diffusion to let a potential drive the molecule in. In my case, a potent steroid. It seems very non-green that it is OK to just chuck this in the trash. Does it help? Not sure.

My iPatch

Bummer

Four weeks to the day since I dinged my knee, I've certainly plateaued and perhaps been set back a little. Things were getting better. I was walking. I skied an easy set. Now today I'm dorkus-maximus again. I think that Naproxen works well; but has a relatively slow pharmacokinetic time-constant. Susan found the Rangpur, so at least we have health drinks on board. I'm optimistic.

• Pharmacokinetics of Naproxen Sodium
  Naproxen itself is rapidly and completely absorbed from the gastrointestinal tract with an in vivo bioavailability of 95%. The elimination half-life of naproxen ranges from 12 to 17 hours. Steady-state levels of naproxen are reached in 4 to 5 days and the degree of naproxen accumulation is consistent with this half-life.

Translation: "Steady as she goes"!

Bitter Lemon

Tanqueray has capitalized on the disappearance of Schweppes Bitter Lemon with the widespread availability of their Rangpur gin. For those of us who just have to have our quinine salt with gin, this stuff is the shit. Just go with Rangpur and "indian" tonic and you are good to go with your anti-malarial health drink.

The Frogs Return

It has been an unusual year weather-wise. The frog population of the pond in our yard dropped from 20 down to about two. Maybe they were killed off by a warm January thaw; or a snake. Anyhow, after Susan did a little eco-shock and returned the water to a less swampy state, at least two frogs are back and we witnessed this telltale emulsion, which we think is a good thing.


Frog eggs on emulsion-like tape

Missing Chris

A decade goes by in an instant. January 13, 1998 tragically separated me from my touchstone, for this life anyhow. And in my dimensionless "one life per life" aphorism, this one goes on. And that's a good thing.

No sound, but Ramones or Nick Lowe will do

Leona and Guitars

We aren't sure why, but Leona, one of our rescued bull terriers goes crazy vicious when she is shown an acoustic guitar. Perhaps she was traumatized by an acoustic daft noodler at an early age? Not sure. In the clip below I simply pick one up and show it to her. Linus, himself, couldn't care less.

Patellar Tendonitis

I'm told this is a good diagnosis and I shall, after 3-4 weeks of physical therapy, be back on the water. How come none of the health care professionals offered up a comforting phrase like "you'll be as good as new"?

Dulling the Pain

Not My Patella, Please

Darn, this still hurts. After three days of no change - good or bad, things took a turn for the worse. Maybe because I moved around a bit during a client presentation on Friday. Anyhow, had AP, lateral, sunrise, and oblique views shot with the fancy new digital AmSi panels in my doc's imaging center. Friendly tech didn't like the idea me emailing myself the DICOM originals; so regrettably I can't offer up my knee for a Web2.0 swarmignosis. I'll have to wait until Monday morning when the radiologist comes back from wherever they summer.

Not My Patella

Knee Injury

Ouch, I've injured my right Knee!
It's my fourth pass of my second set of the twentieth day I've been on the water this year. Dave's driving my Nautique. There is a crossing tailwind. Each of my previous nine passes had been progressively better. This had been one of the first times I can recall where I managed a crosswind properly. I knew I'd have a stiff wind at my back 1-2 only to have a headwind 2-3, etc. Anyhow, Dave was coaching me to ski more up course and I obliged. I was wide and early around 1, 2 and 3. By the time I got to 4, well, I was coming back in right on top of the ball! Ski tip goes over 4-ball, which was way-high because the water level had dropped recently, and crash... Out the front, forward right knee makes blunt impact with F1 shovel.
Yesterday I tried ibuprofen, no luck; today we will work though naproxin sodium. I wish I could get a quick MRI and diagnosis. I can't move my heel anywhere near my butt. Or walk!

Quack, Quack, Quack: Patient experienced a patellofemoral joint impact trauma to right knee while waterskiing on June 26, 2007. Impact likely occurred at a flexion angle in excess of 90 degrees. Limited swelling and contusion observed day following; but patient is unable to stand on right foot alone and significant pain at flexion angle beyond 90 degrees. Subfracture level injury.

Dube's Sub-Buoy Technology

Johnny Average

Mick passed away this week in June 2007 from cancer. Way too soon, too fast. Ralph said there was going to be another Falcon's jam; but it was not to be. Thirty years ago "The Falcon's" were the shit. Playing the White Water Depot, the `Lake, even CBGBs; Johnny fronted the band. An unbelievable cast, coming out under the veil of absurd pseudonymity, supported him. It was the best. We miss Johnny - but there is comfort in knowing he gave us all those great times.

Johnny and Nicole - 1978 Belleayre Music Festival

The Falcons at the Joyous Lake - New Years 1978

Mick in the Bearsville Studio Shop (1978)

Bonnaroo 2007

There is never enough time to recap Bonnaroo adequately. My opinions include: Mute Math, Clutch, Brazillian Girls, Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, Lily Allen, Tool, String Cheese Incident, Railroad Earth, Ziggy Marley, Ben Harper, The Police, and Flaming Lips. Hung out with Doug, Jamie, Paul, Michael, and Bettina. Missed Thor this year. Praxis Rocks!

Security Check

Camp

David, Gillian, and John Paul Jones

Star of the Camp

Binding Fatigue

Heard somewhere: "Who's got my extra 2003 Connelly Pivot Rear High-Wraps size-M?"
Drats. Just as something was starting to click this summer on the water. The real issue is the tear in the rear binder. The cracks up front concern me too.

Tear in the rear binder

Cracks on the front-left of front binder