PotD – Triforce
January 30th, 2009 ryan

What an odd day.
Awoke to a dull ache in my right shoulder that blossomed into a glowing pain nebula after I showered. Assumptions dwell around yesterday’s lifting or a particularly unsettling dream from last night.
Despite meticulous notes and constant data saturation I spent most of the day thinking it was Tuesday. My schedule revolved around combining errand runs, coordinating a few phone calls, and writing an article. It took an unplanned conversation with Tom to discover I’d lost a day. I’m quite sure, but not positive, that this fact was not mentioned in a few business dealings. Here’s hoping.
I want to talk about some things going down but will refrain as to not anger the jinx pixies. Such ungrounded superstition is rarely my bag.
Said article was constructed entirely on my phone throughout the day. I’ll typically drop a thought in to Evernote if a clever turn of phrase surfaces or topic calls for research as there is little more maddening than failing to harness these brief flashes of inspiration. Plus, usually the first idea to strike is the most usable.
Earlier in the day I paused to inhale a mouthful of bracingly frigid air, a sick pleasure that is brief and tied more to a painful sensation than anything I can logically explain. Promptly following this ritual I hopped in Beatrice to be greeted not with ruffled purring but a flat, impotent clacking. Couldn’t secure a jump until the sun set. Think the constant GPS charging and sub freezing temps gave her a wallop, lesson learned.
The laptop has been running full tilt for two days alternating between packet collection on a nearby WEP network and a 7GB torrent of a series of workout videos.

Spent a solid half hour cleaning my SLR which, while enclosed in its costly cocoon, was screaming out from the weight of dust and disuse. It surfaced briefly to document some pumpkin carving months ago but saw little action prior. I do like the ability to harness these minute biographical glimpses with my point and shoot but haven’t felt obligated to run light through my heavy glass in far too long.
Obligated is a good word for how I used to feel about it.
Listened to the latest from Tettix a few times today. Pretty different from there other stuff I’ve heard, this one acting as a sort of halting narrative to a story I don’t need to understand in order to enjoy.
All told a perfect soundtrack for the last 24 hours.


Despite a Sinatra-only sound system my local grocer has its hang ups.
Like this display which lacks both an appeal to the appetite and semblance of inter species competition.
It’s like they don’t even care.

Finally listed this bad boy.
There was snow on the ground 10 years ago when I acquired this tank but I still managed to work up a sweat securing what I could of the massive end sticking out the trunk of my ‘86 Chevy Celebrity. Over the years it’s housed turtles, snakes, monitors, frogs, plants, and an alligator. It’s survived the trip from Chicago to Tucson to Chicago to California to Chicago to Storage.
Kinda sad to be ditching it but for a person that moves every year practicality must outweigh want.

Was cleaning off this 13″ beauty, having just chiseled out a handful of paper-thin tomato strips, when distraction came as a phone call. Wandered around, as I do, but return to the sink found me knifeless.
Took me the better part of an hour to waltz over to this table. By the front door.
Half expected to find it in the freezer.



Cell shot captures a recent addition to my old grade school, the unlikely arena for today’s AV support.
Oh private school kids, you are fabulous.
Each area smelled exactly the same. More here.