2005-02-22
Today was a lousy day because I bruised my finger twisting the bloody Bus pin pin into a makeshift bridge for the battery compartment of my megaphone.
Today was a great day because I fixed my megaphone, allowing one of the busloads of people trekking to the state capitol to introduce themselves to each other, and thereby justifying my EE degree.
Today was a lousy day because it's terribly dry out, and that makes my fingers uncomfortably dry.
Today was a great day because it was again t-shirt weather in February. (Don't tell the Californians. We have enough of them up here already.) The 2,500 people we helped organize on the steps of the capitol seemed to appreciate the sunshine too.
Today was a lousy day because I hurt my fingers removing duct tape that was holding coalition partners' banners to our bus.
Today was a great day because our rally likely changed the legislature's funding levels for our starved schools - to the order of 400 million dollars. And one of our coalition partners bought me a rather tasty meal.
Today was a lousy day because I hurt my finger popping off a rough hold at the Boulder Joust at Stoneworks.
Today was a great day because I eventually redpointed that route, and won me a Trango Cinch autolocking belay device.
Basically, just ignore the what the fingers say. Life's a peach.
Today was a great day because I fixed my megaphone, allowing one of the busloads of people trekking to the state capitol to introduce themselves to each other, and thereby justifying my EE degree.
Today was a lousy day because it's terribly dry out, and that makes my fingers uncomfortably dry.
Today was a great day because it was again t-shirt weather in February. (Don't tell the Californians. We have enough of them up here already.) The 2,500 people we helped organize on the steps of the capitol seemed to appreciate the sunshine too.
Today was a lousy day because I hurt my fingers removing duct tape that was holding coalition partners' banners to our bus.
Today was a great day because our rally likely changed the legislature's funding levels for our starved schools - to the order of 400 million dollars. And one of our coalition partners bought me a rather tasty meal.
Today was a lousy day because I hurt my finger popping off a rough hold at the Boulder Joust at Stoneworks.
Today was a great day because I eventually redpointed that route, and won me a Trango Cinch autolocking belay device.
Basically, just ignore the what the fingers say. Life's a peach.
2005-02-18
It's Friday night at 9, and I'm at the office. Fortunately Sarah Masterson is too, and apparently she's bored. So she just sent me a poem, crafted by, as she claims, her inner fourth-grader. Thank you, Sarah... and now you have a published inner fourth-grader.
To make our bus move faster and faster
We need a hard-working, Bus Project task master
He's always smiling, never frownen
Watch out world here's Garrett Downen
To make our bus move faster and faster
We need a hard-working, Bus Project task master
He's always smiling, never frownen
Watch out world here's Garrett Downen
2005-02-13
One of the problems of updating this poor thing so rarely is the prolonged prominence of time-pertinent pop culture postings. When I mentioned the Killers below, they barely registered outside of Vegas. Now they're the baseline for other retro-vival rock groups. (Though that crown should, in a just world, sit atop the Dandy Warhols collectively deserving head.)
So the next link will get stale fast, as the meme's already tipping:
Google Maps. This is to Mapquest what Gmail is to AOL's craptastic mail client. At Toto's party, the ever-aware Topher mentioned that it's now live. And that the tool does little unadvertised things like point out free wireless access points around town.
A post-snowshoeing craving set my fingers on a quest for the as-of-yet unfound restaurant to replace Nashville's Samurai Sushi in my heart. "97293 sushi" mapped every raw fish joint on the east side, along with a clean interface, cute lil' flags, and links to restaurant reviews. Cafe K Sushi stood out from the crowd, and it now claims a new regular.
The tool's pretty as peaches. Even the cartographically boring bits of town, like our old office location there.
Old, I say? Yup, the Bus Project's moving. Beautiful, isn't it? So's the view. Not bad for an upstart lil' nonprofit, eh? This is what happens when moderate business people realize that the grassroots progressive movement looks out for their interests better than the neocons.
An update on my life in the month-point-five since I've put anything here: been workin'. If you're curious re: what I'm up to (or, better yet, how to wrestle this state and the rest of the union out of right wing control), get on the list. I have a pretty heavy hand in the chuckley newsletter we send out each week.
Just a lil' recap: since turning the state Senate, my lil' nonprofit's put on Third Thursday socio-politi-drinking sessions, launched PolitiCorps (a youth immersion program), lobbied for stable school funding, restructured, orchestrated our move, and spearheaded oodles o' nuggets that wouldn't be prudent for me to post here yet.
So I'm perpetually slammed. It may be newsletter or nothing for a while.
...Though I won't mention through that medium that I just saw movie #1200: Le Déclin de l'empire américain. No, it wasn't a French response to the current wacko administration. It was a 1986 French-Canadian (partial) response to the almost-as-wacko administration we had at the time. Recommended for those who've already been taught the birds/bees.
So the next link will get stale fast, as the meme's already tipping:
Google Maps. This is to Mapquest what Gmail is to AOL's craptastic mail client. At Toto's party, the ever-aware Topher mentioned that it's now live. And that the tool does little unadvertised things like point out free wireless access points around town.
A post-snowshoeing craving set my fingers on a quest for the as-of-yet unfound restaurant to replace Nashville's Samurai Sushi in my heart. "97293 sushi" mapped every raw fish joint on the east side, along with a clean interface, cute lil' flags, and links to restaurant reviews. Cafe K Sushi stood out from the crowd, and it now claims a new regular.
The tool's pretty as peaches. Even the cartographically boring bits of town, like our old office location there.
Old, I say? Yup, the Bus Project's moving. Beautiful, isn't it? So's the view. Not bad for an upstart lil' nonprofit, eh? This is what happens when moderate business people realize that the grassroots progressive movement looks out for their interests better than the neocons.
An update on my life in the month-point-five since I've put anything here: been workin'. If you're curious re: what I'm up to (or, better yet, how to wrestle this state and the rest of the union out of right wing control), get on the list. I have a pretty heavy hand in the chuckley newsletter we send out each week.
Just a lil' recap: since turning the state Senate, my lil' nonprofit's put on Third Thursday socio-politi-drinking sessions, launched PolitiCorps (a youth immersion program), lobbied for stable school funding, restructured, orchestrated our move, and spearheaded oodles o' nuggets that wouldn't be prudent for me to post here yet.
So I'm perpetually slammed. It may be newsletter or nothing for a while.
...Though I won't mention through that medium that I just saw movie #1200: Le Déclin de l'empire américain. No, it wasn't a French response to the current wacko administration. It was a 1986 French-Canadian (partial) response to the almost-as-wacko administration we had at the time. Recommended for those who've already been taught the birds/bees.
