My legs hurt. They are sore. I mowed lawns today. That's why they're sore.

Technology and Me

Technology and I get along great. We generally hang out everyday and work on all sorts of things together. We solve problems, explore the universe, and we just have a fun time. Occasionally we run into a problem or and issue but together we fix it and learn from the experience.

But then there was Wednesday...

Technology reminded me that it doesn't owe me a thing and it can essentially do what it wants. The simple fact that a company that is supposed to protect end users from malware can cause so much damage with a small mistake. I lucked out at my work. Only two machines updated with the faulty DAT file and crashed. Other places around the nation/world completely shut down their offices for the day because of widespread computer failure.

I did more IT detective work yesterday then I have in the last year. It didn't help either that the two computers that crashed at my job were my two bosses. When something like this happens you, as the IT person, are supposed to have the answers/solutions to the issue. Yesterday, left IT personnel around the world completely speechless. Everyone was trying everything and listening to each other's suggestions like never before. There was kind of a tech nerd beauty about the whole thing.

   

I've always been a nerd.

Another one of my high school age inspired goof offs. This is a satellite/aerial of my families property in Idaho.  I guess at the time I thought it looked as convincing as some of the satellite photos of Iraq. Those are our actual trailers and the fort I built with friends in the trees. Good times.  

Siblings with guns

Franklin Basin Road-Logan Canyon

This picture poses a question: If all three guns went off at the same time, which sibling would be left standing?
Luckily they were all bb guns. Who took this picture? Mom or Dad?

my personalized google search commercial

Lame but fun to make.

You could probably take this and run with it. Hmm...What to do? what to do?

The Orange Julius

I've recently rediscovered the Orange Julius. I remember my parents making them for us as kids and then it stopped. I went years without a homemade Orange Julius. Why? I don't know. There wasn't a shortage of concentrated orange juice in America that I missed or anything. They just stopped.

Until...! I noticed that little round cylinder of concentrate in the frozen food section of the local grocer. For weeks I lazily pushed the shopping cart right by the frozen nectar of orange. The sight of which would jog my memory back to the wonderful drink of my childhood years. At one point I even thought out loud, to my wife and others within earshot, that having a homemade Orange Julius again would bring purpose into my life.

My wife, having enough of my weeks of inaction, told me to grab one and make it for us that weekend. The moment I put the concentrate in the cart a sensation of worry came over me. What if it isn't what I remember? What if by tasting it again after all these years I only let down my childhood memory? As an adult your childhood memories of "how things were" or "this was cool when I was a kid"  become more and more precious with the passing years. Every time one of these memories are "let down" by re experiencing them as an adult, another coveted piece of your innocence and imagination hemorrhages then dies.

Now you understand why I was worried. I couldn't afford to lose anymore of these memories to adulthood. Nevertheless, I pressed on. I don't recall how many days the concentrate sat in the fridge at home... two... maybe seven, but I finally got around to making the Julius. With, what I can only assume to be my great grandmother's 1950's made blender, I began adding the ingredients. One can of concentrate, milk, and water. Then a cap full of vanilla, followed by as many ice cubes you can get to fit in your blender. Then proceed to blend!

As I took my first drink my mind drifted back to those wonderful memories I held as a child drinking an Orange Julius. Then it happened! That memory, the one I was holding so dear, gained a foothold in the present. It was if a window opened between the memory I had as a child and the experience I was currently having. Both the memory and the current drink, I was guzzling down, held the same weight on the internal scale in my mind. I felt for the happiness for Orange Julius now that I did then. The wonderful childhood memory had now become a wonderful adult memory! My innocence and imagination were now safe for another day, until another memory has to once again be tested.    

Side note: My wife likes Orange Julius's too but not as much as me...at least not to the point where she's attaching memories to them.

Sunset

Beautiful sunset after some crazy weather

The Male Brain

I always try to put content on this blog from my own brain, but I found this interview on the male brain so interesting that thought I would share. You can listen to the recorded broadcast by clicking this link: KUER: 3/29/10: The Male Brain (2010-03-29)

Nose

My nose is strong.

My nose smells all.

My nose knows when the lid to the trash can in the kitchen is slightly ajar.

My nose knows when my shoes have begun to turn.

My nose grows hair.

My nose can smell a fart a mile away.

My nose hates your perfume.

My nose loves the smell of the mountain air.

My nose loves the smell of the freshly cut lawn.

My nose gets boogers in it.

My nose gets picked on occasion.

My nose gives my wife Eskimo kisses.

My nose judges the smell of your home.

My nose can tell if your clean or not.

My nose has never cared for the smell of roses.

My nose likes the smell of cigars and coffee.

My nose knows which day of the week it is in Ogden because of which dog food they are making at the dog food plant.

My nose loves all of life's good and bad smells.