beef

8/24
Shit! Did I leave the krill grill on? I’m always forgetting things. Should I go back and check or just trust the logic that of course I turned it off before I left. Why wouldn’t I? I always turn it off. What is the worst thing that could happen – I burn the ocean down? Next krill grill I get is going to have a timer that I can set and have it turn off. Maybe I’ll just haul them in a sack and cook them over that volcano spewing from the bottom of the ocean. Nah, that’s a little too hot for my taste. I want them cooked, not blackened.

(props to mikey for the art – i’ve been thinking about grabbing more and writing short paragraphs about them also.)

8/13
Tense muscles are pulling tight on the fingers. Relaxation is not an option. Is it supposed to feel like this? Fingers fumble furiously over the electrolyte filled bottle. Push the palm against the cap and try to pry it loose. Look around for some assistance. Offer the bottle to the baby. Giggles rebound over the request. Splash! Splash! Splash! Tiny fingers show off their dexterity. Re-channel the energies at the task at hand. Need a distraction from the pain. The liquid is something to wash down the little orange pills to fool the pain.

8/12
Insert a portion of your eye into the realm beyond the last light. Does your eye perceive the change without the presence of your brain? Or does it cease to connect with the cortex as it passes the barrier? The lights are fantastic. A spherical pattern trails and follows the eye as the last light fades into the distance. Has the order been rearranged while the eye begins to emit new electrical impulses throughout the darkness that it leads into? Is it too late to return? Has the eye purchased a new direction in its existence?

So long since words or pictures have been written here. There are a few draft posts that haven’t made it but maybe for another time. Otto has begun to enter the bipedal world he was destined for. It is a marked transition. Since our house is all one floor, steps aren;t a problem and he can sprint around the house all he wants. Granted, walking on the couch sets my heart a flitter.

Walking Around from beef moe dee on Vimeo.

Where did the time go? I already feel so old. I turned 4 months old on Monday. Just give me some quiet time.

What do i do next?

PS – I’m currently 14lbs 6oz and a bit over 25in long. Not too bad since I was 6lbs and 19in when I was born.

more pictures! the last week and a half saw megan’s sister amy and her daughter cece depart back to Vermont. It was a good visit.

As always, lots of pictures of me. I need to get more shots of momma and Otto. I also need those elusive action shots of Otto. However, he’s not one to go along at the moment. He’s got a few modes of operation – eat, sleep, poop….. He definitely likes momma’s touch.

He’s still a little peanut but our rough estimations have him up in the mid-7s for weight. He’s getting pretty good at craning his neck around when he’s put in such a position. Megan’s got the baby bjorn working and takes him out for walks around the neighborhood during the day.

Wheeee. This is happening on Saturday in Bremerton, WA. Just a ferry ride away from Seattle. I’m interested in finding a few people who might want to go over and watch the merry festivities and get drunk with me.

Check-in is early – between 10.00 and 11.45. Then 12-2 is the mustache categories. 2-4 the partial beard categories. 4-6 the beard categories. As you can see, i will be waiting around until the late afternoon. Megan may come over later in the afternoon.

Some info can be found here.

Hopefully this is a preview for my dominance in Anchorage in 2009.

Labor day weekend involved a trek to philly and the greater pennsylvania area to attend Andy and Beth’s wedding reception. Good time were had by all as the whole miller clan arrived en masse to work their magic in pennsylvania. Not a whole lot of babble, just some good pictures and good drinking.

Day 1 – Thursday

We took the redeye from seattle which meant no sleep for Beef until Thursday night. We had a quick bite to eat at the Black Sheep Pub. A couple of cups of coffee sent me off to explore the various historic instituions in downtown. The Liberty Bell, Independnece Hall, the Constitution Center, and various other historical buildings from the day. Aaron, Jill, and Emily arrived Thursday evening. WE set out to do a little bit of destruction. The Continental was first on our list, then the Westin, next was Oscar’s, and finally a drunken cab ride to cheesesteaks at both Geno’s and Pat’s. I’d have to say Pat’s was better due to the lack of politics. Then we spent our first night in Philly at Club Quarters. If you stay in any of the major cities, I’d say try to be a member of this place or at least find a frien who is, low prices and a decent room in the heart of downtown.

ding, dong, the slaab is dead. as of 6pm this evening, i am no longer the proud owner of a saab. it has been thrust away from my heart and will find a better home in a far away land. the last few months have been painful, as it cried out everytime i stepped into the mercedes. i swear, on one dark and rainy night in december it tried to get me. luckily the battery had drained by that point and it didn’t have the get up and go to get me. slaab, i’ll never forget you.

i recently described the effort to remove the old couch from our living room. The occasion, the purchase of a new couch. The old couch had its benefits – it sat a lot of people – basically. However, the main flaw of said sectional couch was that the individual pieces would not stay together very well. The couch was not very comfortable for sleeping. One would lay down upon and slowly but surely, the pieces would slide apart. I’m sure there was some fancy contraption that would hold pieces of the sectional together but in my brief search, I was unsuccessful. Below are picture of the wonderful new addition to the family. Mych to the pugs chagrin, the law of the land is “no pugs allowed”.

it has been a bit since i have put anything in this glorious space. it’s not due to the lack of eventfull occurences in the past month or so. quite the opposite. sack was in town. turkey day was fun. a wedding with guests that had not been seen in a while. a work christmas party. a 40th bday party.

so many things. mainly it lies within the camera. crappy pictures have been taken and they just don’t seem worth the effort to put up. but hopefully all of this will change, i’m looking for a new camera – something smaller, a faster speed between pics, sound capture, hopefully reuse by 512K xd card which limits me to olympus and fuji i think. if you have any ideas, drop a line and i will take any advice into consideration.

here are a few pic collections of a couple of events. the first is sack’s visit to the great northwest for supercomputing and general tomfoolery.

sack’s picture post and the full archive

here are photos from wedding v3 – the seattle story starring jason and beatrice

ed’s interpretation and mr. bellman’s eyes

Friday night and it’s time to take my lady out and show her a good time on the town. Nothing but the best for a classy lady.

Unfortunately, the only party we could find on this friday evening was a wake. We were mourning the loss of youth and innocence.

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Closing the door, turning the key, walking to the car. Sigh. An errant scrap of paper loops through the air, wind pushing it towards its make-believe destination. Fumbling keys pulled out of deep pockets. Ipod, cellphone, book, check. The key turns the magic lock, the secret world of vacuum pushes the other locks open. Sliding into the captain’s chair. Select the right key, push it into the ignition. The glow plug light tells me to bide my time. Start the engine. Blue smoke pours out the exhaust. Wasted fuel that doesn’t get to fully realize its dreams. Engine roars to life. Slowly shift into drive. Push the accelerator. Pull away from the curb. Move down the hill . The car rolling over the terrain. A moment of weightlessness as the car powers over bumps in the road. Slow down as I reach the bottom of the hill. Speeding around the curves with the industrial magic slipping by in the corner of my vision. Stacks of containers waiting for their return trip to the orient. Others file from their modes of transportation. Approaching their places of livelihood. Nourishment in hand, attitudes in brain. The road floats above my head. The bridge carries my vision, crossing the forgotten realms below. The car enters the leaf of the clover, depositing me onto the final approach to the days task. The viaduct carries me over the stop and go below. Cars and trucks rearrange to reach the proper escape at the appointed time. Off to the west, the water and the mountains swim together in a geologic gathering. My ride slips into the darkness of the tunnel. Downtown is left behind as the final approach is underway. Forces pull me outward as the tunnel bends and gets ready to spit me out into the bright sunshine once again. Pushing the accelerator, I exit the corner and the tunnel with a burst of speed. Frantically assessing the surroundings, the benz moves inside out. The brakes impede the movement. Maneuvering the auto onto the driveway of the parking lot. A magnetic pass slides through the reader, allowing access to the asphalt day spa. The car glides into its destination. The last notes of the funky beat play through my head. Turn off the ignition, remove the key. Exit. Repeat.