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Yesterday I sent an email to my boss telling him that we should send someone to the Professional Developer's Conference in Los Angeles if we could. To my surprise, he told me that same day to sign up for it now because the price goes up after the 15th. So I'm going to L.A. in September for a gathering of nerds. This is really exciting. I get to see all the upcoming Microsoft technologies and developer tools, meet and learn from some of the top programmers in the world, and get early releases of some really cool software.

Now, I'm working on optimizing my trip to see the most in L.A. while I'm there. The work day at the conference gets over around 5:00 every day, so I'm hoping to make some trips to cool places by public transportation. On the list of possibilities: Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Venice Beach, and the Russian part of town.

Yes Rocky, I think this photo is blog-worthy.

Every Wednesday during the summer, there are free concerts in Bonner Park at 8 p.m. Bonner park is in Missoula, not Bonner, although I think the people in the park out-numbered the small town of population 200.

Jamey, lafalda, P, and I arrived between 5:30 and 6:30 to play some Russian Scrabble before the concert. While we were sitting there, a woman who obviously loves Missoula as much as I do, asked us if we knew who was playing tonight and when it started. She said she was looking at a poster for a little while before she figured out it was from last year. I told her it started at eight, but none of knew who was playing. She said with the work situation in Missoula her family's always broke so they gotta take advantage of the free shows in town.

Russian Scrabble ran into and through the concert, and I think P was pretty tired because he came in last and I ended up winning thanks to the plural of love and prepositional of cathedral (Любви и соборе for those Russian readers). We also grilled up some deer burgers.

Jason and Janice from the office stopped by for a burger too, which was really cool. Jason said, "you have some really nice friends", and I told him, "yeah, I like them too." He also said, "It was nice to see Shannon too, she's really nice," and I told him, "yeah, I think so too." Janice actually played in the concert, so it was a nice to be able to thank her with a deer burger.

It was a beautiful night, with a temperature in the high seventies and a light breeze. As the concert ended, we resorted to leg wrestling, arm wrestling, swinging, spinning, cartwheels, and more. I think every time I start doing cartwheels and round offs, we have a conversation like this:

Someone: Hey do a front-flip!

Me: Have I done one of those before on the grass?

Someone: Yeah, I think so.

Me: Okay.

Then I take off running, start the flip, and land flat on my back. Then I say, "I didn't get quite enough rotation," and remember that this has happened before.

I was just introduced to this great game by Justin, whose blog and drawing portfolio you should check out if you're so inclined. It's soothing in an untying knots sort of way, but without the hassle of not being able to pull apart the string. I cleared level 8 before I decided I just needed to post it and get on with work.

Hey, I just added a fun new feature to the ever-evolving cuchillo blog: Search! Yes, I'm afraid that I'm just not popular enough for Google to provide decent site searches, but I found a great little tool called Pico.

So if you take a peek over to the right you'll see the little 'ol search box and button. Looking for those posts that I started about Mexico and never finished? Just search for it. Wondering if I ever wrote a limerick? Try it. What about a Russian lesson? You never know what you might find back in those tomes of writing.

I had a fun-filled weekend. My friend Nate, from Ohio, who I know from Alabama, was still visiting. Saturday, we stopped by the Farmer's Market briefly before meeting up with Chris to go pump up the rafts. It was really busy there, and we only had about ten minutes, so I quickly bought some cucumbers and got to practice my Russian with the man selling them. Then, I picked up a little bag of fresh huckleberries.

Judging from the gas stations and gift shops, if you weren't from Montana, you might think that huckleberries were to Montana what potatoes are to Idaho, or pineapples to Hawaii. This is not really the case. Huckleberries have proved to be difficult to domesticate, because they require more acidic soil than most areas. Actually our top commodities are:

1. Cattle and calves


2. Wheat


3. Barley


4. Hay


5. Sugar beets

but enough about all that.

We met up with Chris, and pumped up the rafts, and then the eighteen of us headed down the river. It was a cloudy day, and quite a bit cooler than the rest of the week. It seems the weather cooled down just for the weekend, because it is really nice again today, like it was Friday. It was still a great float. The headwind made the trip a bit longer than predicted, but these trips always last longer than predicted. I was surprised to get sunburned, because it was really overcast. I noticed looking back at the pictures that Scott was a bit sun burnt too.

After the raft trip, Nate and I picked up Shannon and headed up to Blue Bay on Flathead Lake. Flathead Lake is the largest, natural, freshwater lake west of the Mississippi. Even though it has a dam on it now, it had this title before the dam. It was great hanging out with my parents, and the weather even cleared up enough Sunday to go for a boat ride. We looked at the mansions along the shoreline, a popular boating pastime for my family, and then we went to M&S Meats - just about a yearly tradition. Shannon and I picked up some Polish sausages, German sausages, and bacon which I would later use to start the weiner roasting revolution.

On our way back I did a little water skiing in the 65 degree water. It felt a bit cooler than that, but I'm not complaining. It's not everyday you get to go for a ski. When I got back in the boat, Shannon handed me my lukewarm coffee from M&S Meats to help me warm up. For some reason she didn't want a hug.

That night, we roasted some German sausages. I cooked mine on the fire a bit, and then wrapped it in bacon for the rest of the roasting. I think it would have been really good had I not over-cooked it. Everyone says it doesn't look appetizing, and P says it looks like a dead squirrel. Revolutions don't always catch on I suppose.

I almost omitted a certainly interesting tidbit about the fire. We had really green wood, but we found out that it helped to give the fire oxygen. Then to improve upon our discovery, my dad fetched the cordless air pump, normally used for blowing up mattresses. It was like pouring gasoline on the fire! We've been thinking about marketing metal ones for use on campfires.

Silas Richard Rekow, welcome to the world. May God bless you and make you a blessing to everyone who meets you.

Enjoy every moment, from the bliss of being a toddler, to the satisfaction of old age near the end of a beautiful life. May you change people for the better, and may God's hand always rest on you.


Silas was born yesterday, July 7th at 8:14 PM, weighing 7 pounds, 15 ounces to the proud parents of J.J. and Anna. He is a miracle.

I just read an interesting article that I found on slashdot about wireless internet access. Wireless has become so popular now, you can just about find it anywhere, and many places offer it for free as an incentive to hang out and buy their coffee. This guy in Florida though was arrested for using it outside someone's house, and charged with a third degree felony for unauthorized access to a computer network.

The ethics and social consequences of new technology are very interesting to me, and while there has been a lot written on the subject, normal people don't think about it much. I turned on a wireless laptop at my house the other day, and I can pick up five wireless networks, including mine. Three require passwords, and two don't. Would it be wrong to use one of those that is not password-protected? They are not password protected for one of two likely reasons: the owners don't know how to do it or they don't care if other people use it. I think it would be wrong to use it and disrupt their service by downloading large files, but what about just a little browsing or blog reading? An arguement against using it is that it is like stealing cable, but this is a bit different.

Another topic of ethical debate is the duplication of copy written material, like downloading music. No one would say that using iTunes is wrong, you are paying for the music, but what about downloading music that others have. I think this is like stealing. What about copying a friend's CD that is no longer published? What about making a backup copy for yourself? That's allowed by fair use, but can you loan out the backup or original?

Another issue I ran into recently was copying DVDs. Yes, I think it's wrong to download movies or copy DVDs that you rent. Who wouldn't? Are you allowed to make a backup copy? DVDs you buy are encrypted, and you have to decrypt them to play them on your computer. Is it okay to break the encryption to make a backup copy? What about removing the region code so you can play Slovak movies on your US player? Normally you can't, for the sole reason that Hollywood doesn't want you to.

As technology gets better, these questions will only get more difficult and hopefully more prevelent. Record companies are now successfully lobbying to pass all kinds of laws to try and gain control over their works like they used to have. The trouble is that many of these laws are making legitimate copying and use illegal.

Happy Fourth of July! I know it's a little late, but how else am I going to post a picture of fireworks?

Shannon and I met with the expecting J.J. and Anna for dinner at Cracker Barrel. It was nice to have some good 'ol American cooking on Independance Day, even if it did take an hour to get our food. Then, like ed and the others, we watched the mall fireworks. J.J. and Anna were kind of hoping the fireworks would scare the baby out, but they didn't.

As of yesterday, I was proud of myself for not spending a cent on fireworks this year, but then Nate had to go and ask me if I had any sparklers. Nate is a great friend who just flew in from Ohio yesterday. I know him from back in Alabama, where he did all the sound for our band, No Longer Blind. Those were good times, but that's another story.

After he arrived we (Shannon, Nate, and I) happened to drive by the Pink Grizzly and noticed that they were still open and selling fireworks, so I abruptly pulled the truck off the road, and we hopped out. I picked up a brick of sparklers and two bricks of ground bloom flowers. It was a great deal on the GBFs, only $3 for a brick of 72. Scott, we need to get these at our fireworks stand next year.

After coming home and lighting off 18 GBFs with a blow torch, Nate and I played Time Splitter on the XBox until 12:30 when I remembered, like I do late every Tuesday night, that I need to meet J.J. at six a.m. in the morning.

Surprisingly, I don't feel too tired right now, but it may kick in later today. I have a feeling that there will be some more XBox tonight, and maybe a hike to the M. Probably not in that order though.

This is a good week for Nate to come, since we (Chi Alpha) are going to have a Bible study/bonfire on Thursday, and then go rafting down the Blackfoot on Saturday. Also, my parents will be up at the lake with the boat this weekend, so we'll be heading up there after rafting on Thursday. If you didn't already know, "the lake" refers to Flathead Lake, the largest natural, freshwater lake west of the Mississippi. Specifically, Blue Bay.

Can you think of anything else that an out-of-towner shouldn't miss during a short stay in Missoula? We have fish tacos on the agenda.

What I like about grocery stores now-a-days is that on most products they tell you how much it costs "per each." You know, you can look at a two liter bottle of pop and see that it costs $.02 per ounce, then you can look at the canned pop and see that it costs $.04 per ounce. Well then you know that it's a better deal to get the two liter.

It didn't always used to be this way, as you may remember, and in fact you may still find yourself doing some mental math. Like what if the two liter says it costs $.75 per liter and the pop is $.04 per ounce? Ah yes, metric conversion. Don't forget 34 ounces per liter. Yeah, I had to look it up too.

The nice thing about all this is that it makes it easier to spot "Value Pack Ripoff." That's what I'm calling it when the value pack is actually more expensive per each than the smaller size. I don't doubt many an unsuspecting shopper has been ripped off by this. Makes you wonder about shopping at Costco, eh?

I was at an unnamed grocery store the other day shopping for some cotton swabs, and comparing prices like a good shopper, when I found the perfect example of this phenomenon. For both q-tips and Johnson and Johnson, value pack was a worse deal than the regular smaller pack. Granted your got a "free" package of band-aids with a dispenser in the q-tip value pack, but it isn't really free now is it?

I'm not here to bash the cotton swab companies; I see this all over the place. I just want you to beware. So, beware of the value pack ripoff!

Still had to do some mental math on the q-tips, but it's not too hard to divide by 100.

ed, right you are!

Due to ed's hip fun with the Portrait Illustration Maker, I decided to give it a go myself. Can you guess who this is? Shouldn't be too hard.

Hey, I apologize to all my faithful readers that it has been a week since my last post, but enough apoligies, here I am fixing it. So I'm going to recap my week, and please accept yet another apology; I have a blending problem with my memory.

I believe it was on Tuesday, no I think it was Wednesday, when a bunch of fireworks got dropped off at my house. I wasn't home so Scott dropped by my work to get the garage clicker. He also got me to sign up for four shifts in the fireworks stand. We are running, for the first time, a fireworks stand to raise money for Chi Alpha.

Also on Wednesday, we finally managed to play a good game of Russian Scrabble. It seems we have been plagued with P being sick or getting kicked out due to closing. This week though, we played at The Shack, and La Falda was able to make it! The Shack is a really nice restaurant here in Missoula that really does not live down to its name. Jamey said it felt so "cosmo (cosmopolitian)" playing there, and I agree, but it was really perfect. Free refills on the coffee, a nice waitress, wine available (albiet a bit pricy). P won, which is to be expected since he does speak Russian as his first language, but it was surprisingly close, as he'll admit. Man, it was a frustrating game for all of us though. It was just a really tight board, and hard to play the words you had. You know, not enough branching out.

Thursday, hmmm, oh yeah! I played Age of Empires II (A real-time strategy computer game, build an army, take over your opponent, the usual) with J.J. It was a good night, we ordered pizza from Papa John's, and the girls stayed out late. A tip on the pizza: when they offer you a square pizza at Papa John's, don't take it! Seriously, the sauce is horrible. We thought something was wrong with it, and had them send a replacement round pizza.

Friday... Hmm... Let's move on.

Saturday I went to the Russian store. There is a Russian store in Spokane, WA that every once in a while packs up a bunch of chocolate, kvas, meats, cheeses, and more, and makes a trip to Missoula. They set up at a family's house. This time in the yard, before it was in the basement. It is so cool. There are a bunch of Russians, or people who speak Russian, they are from Belarus, Ukraine, and Russia. Mostly from Belarus. Last time I went with P, but he didn't want to go this time because he planned on sleeping. It was going to start at 11:00, and he planned on staying up to play Battlefield 2, the great new computer game.

I drove around for quite a while trying to remember where on Mount St. it was. Finally, I saw a group of Russians standing on the sidewalk outside this house. I parked the truck, and got out to see if I could find out where it was. First I walked by them, then I walked back, and began talking to them. We'll do italics for translated Russian.

Me: Excuse me please, do you know where the Russian store is?

A Nice Russian Lady in a Group of About Eight: blah blah three (hours/o'clock).

Me: Is it here? Is it at 11:00?

ANRLIAGOAE: blah blah three (hours/o'clock).

Me: Thanks.

ANRLIAGOE: Where are you from?

Me: Missoula.

ANRLIAGOE: blah blah Where are you from?

Me: I was born in Missoula.

ANRLIAGOE: How do you know Russian?

Me: I am studying at the university.

Another Russian Lady: Oh, I knew you were a smart fellow. How long have you been in school?

Me: Two semesters.

ARL: Wow, you are a smart fellow. They just left Spokane, and should be here in about three hours.

ANRLIAGOE: What is your name?

Me: My name is Lance. What is your name?

ANRLIAGOE: (Sadly I forget what she said here.)

Yet Another Russian Lady: Come back at 1:30.

Me: One forty?

YARL: 1:30.

Me: Okay. Big thanks.

So I came back at 1:30, and I managed to talk Shannon into coming. We met La Falda in the parking lot of Pierce Flooring, and walked over there. I think Shannon liked it, just for the experience. It is pretty neat to feel like you're back in Russia for an hour or so.

Sunday after church, we went out to World of Wings, and then Goldsmith's Cold Stone Rock Ice Cream with Jamey, ed, Jessica, Dave, Maria, J.J., and Anna. World of Wings is one of the new restaurant additions to Missoula. Looking on their map of locations on the menu, we're the only location in the Northwest. Most of them are in Lousiana and Florida, so you know they have good wings. Goldsmith's used to be "Goldsmith's Cold Stone Ice Cream," but big 'ol Cold Stone fixed that. Just for that you don't get a link, Cold Stone. Maybe you'll think twice about the mom and pops next time, but look on the bright side, I could have given you a vindictive link.

Then, Sunday night I totally spaced my first shift in the fireworks stand. Sorry Scott. I did write it down right after all. I just remembered the the date wrong.

So we're back at another Monday. Work was another normal Monday, but I got the DVD Burner I ordered from newegg already. So I burnt The Birds to a new DVD and removed the region code so La Falda can watch it on her DVD player. I tested it on mine and it seems to work great! Next on the list, Rudolf na Ostrove hračiek, with audio in English and Slovak 5.1 surround!

Well, I'll get to the title, but first let me tell you about my new, um, passtime. I got my new computer pieced together. I suppose you can call call it new, even though most of the parts have been used before. The whole thing functioning as a computer is new. It's not too shabby for the $150 I put into it. My friend Tyler gave me the motherboard and chip (AMD 2000) with the case, Joe at work gave me a 40GB hard drive for it. He is always doing nice things like that. He puts together computers from old parts and gives them to people who need them. I bought the video card from P at work (ATI Radeon 9800 128MB, rad I might add), and I had to order the memory from newegg (2 X 512MB Corsair PC 3200).

So my passtime is playing Half Life 2. I thought it would be a good idea to get a fancy new game to try out that fancy new video card, and HL2 fits the bill. It is really impressive, and Saturday I had a blast playing it except for all the crashes. There is nothing annoying in the same way as computer crashes at random intervals into a good game. I spent the day reading threads and tweaking the settings on the video card, to where now it is pretty stable. To pass the time between boots, I worked on translating this Russian song by Vladimir Vysotsky. He's cool, I got the CD just over a year ago as a gift from La Falda, one of the best gift givers around.

Now about that title... I was working in the yard today, installing a new sprinkler manifold, when in the air, I caught the smell of death. Yes, it is pretty distinct, and pretty unpleasant. After judging the wind I looked and found a dead Prince. It was sad, because he was a good cat, and I have some fond memories of him. How many of you know your neighbor's cat's name? I had found him the other day in the dog house - injured, and brought him over to the neighbor. I guess he got away and died in my front yard. For your benefit, I won't share a photo. No I didn't take one.

In other neighborhood weirdness, a fire engine and ambulance came rushing down the street while I was mowing today. I saw them take someone out of the house on gurney. What really struck me odd was how normal my day was going while their world could be crashing just a few doors down. Was someone having a heart attack or something? I said a prayer, and kept mowing.

Word spreads quick I guess, becuase I already found out that she was taking sod out of her yard and putting it in her big trash can when it fell on her. She is okay, thankfully.

Despite having a secret virtual bell tower tour to take you on, I have been lacking post worthy content, but since when has that stopped someone from blogging. So in the spirit of continued posts here is the latest stuff I've been up to which may be more interesting to me than it is to you. I tried to tie some things together in my mind to make it more interesting/relevant, but I couldn't quite make any connections. Perhaps you can.

Sunday I ran into Scott at church. He is back from Slovakia! We then went to the China Garden for lunch. They have really good Chinese at an affordable price. While we were there, we had a long conversation about cheese, before Scott showed us pictures on the laptop. Here are some of the highlights I can remember about the cheese conversation.

• I wonder why you don't see much cheese in Chinese food?
• Dave is going to have a cheese party sometime.
• Dave wants to join the cheese club in Missoula.
• Some people like sharp cheddar, and others don't.
• Some people like bleu cheese, and others don't.
• Some people like the skin on brie, and others don't.
• Kraft singles make the best grilled cheese sandwiches.
• Kraft singles are not really good for anything else.

In my opinion, I think that any real cheese enthusiast likes sharp cheeses over mild cheeses. In case you don't know, sharp cheeses are just aged longer and have a stronger taste. Some cheeses, like brie, have a crust or skin of mold from age. I would think that the cheese lover would like this, but what do you think? Who likes cheese more, someone who likes sharp cheddar, or someone who likes mild cheddar? Can this idea be used as an analogy for something?

Let's not get stuck on cheese here too, but before I move on, I did find out a little bit about that question of cheese in China on some globalization website. Some people are starting to make money by importing cheese into China despite everyone's advise to the contrary. Quoting a quote in the article, "Chinese can't digest cheese and don't like the taste."

Time to move on.

La Falda got back into town yesterday. We had a great lunch at IHOP, and then a great welcome back party. It was too bad that when Walmart made the photo CDs they didn't really care which was up on the photos. J.J. stood on his head to watch a couple of the CDs. Walmart, if you are listening, even though it doesn't matter when making prints, orientation does matter when you are showing the images on a DVD player!

And in more news on the technical difficulty front, La Falda gave me the coolest gift from Eastern Europe. Monty Python and the Holy Grail on DVD, or shall I say, Монти Пайтон и Священный Грааль! It the most super-deluxe version you have ever seen, in widescreen, in English, Hungarian, and Russian, with subtitles in Bulgarian, Croatian, Czech, Danish, Dutch, English, Finnish, Greek, Hungarian, Icelandic, Norwegian, Polish, Russian, Slovenian, Swedish, and Turkish, encoded for regions 2 and 5! Wait a minute. Regions 2 and 5, what the heck is that? Well, the motion picture people like to be able to release a movie in the U.S. on DVD sometimes before it is in theatres in Europe, so they came up with this whole region thing. Basically, there are five or seven regions in the world, and DVDs will only play on DVD players with a matching region. The U.S. is not region 2 or 5. So I have a little project. I am going to "fix" the DVD so it will play on any region. This will consist of burning a new DVD without the region code.

Other than all that, I have been cleaning the garage and building a retaining wall in the backyard. The welcome back party last night was great. It was nice just to get together with friends again.

Me: Hi, can I get a fish taco in a burrito shell please?

Shell Steamer/Fish Layer: Hi, Sure. You know it's not healthy to eat here so many days in a row.

Me: Yeah, but it's the best $2 lunch around.

SS/FL: Yeah, I know. I do it too.

Me: I just don't know what else to get.

Cabbage Man: Do you want anything spicy on this Fish Tacoritto?

Me (small chuckle): I'll have hot sauce please.

Cashier: Is that a half taco?

Cabbage Man: It's a fish taco.

Cashier: Oh, it's a little taco. I should have known by now. $1.95. Are you going to stick around?

Me: No.

Cashier: Okay, well, bye.

Me: See ya later.

With a little inspiration from ed here is the freshman basketball team from my freshman year of high school. Shouldn't be too hard to find me. Sorry, but it's the oldest photo I could find. I think the older stuff is at my mom's house, and if I think of it I will see what I can find.

Here is a little story of my high school basketball career. Freshman year was the only year I played. Sophmore year I was just good enough to make the team, but only good enough to sit the bench, unless we were down by twenty points or so and there were only two minutes left in the last quarter. I guess they didn't want to injure me for those times when they needed to score a bunch and there wasn't much time left. It never really worked out like that though.

Coach asked the team to come in to practice over Christmas break if we were going to be in town, but my mom had bought me ski lessons at Marshall. This was no small thing for my family - skiing isn't cheap. So I told him that I would have to miss three practices over the break because of the ski lessons. He said, "You're going to have to choose between basketball and skiing." Well, it wasn't very hard, and I quit basketball then and there.

It all worked out for the best however, because I joined the speech and drama team, and had a great year of performing a humorous duo with "B". I continued with speech and drama the next two years, doing humorous duo with Justin, and I really regret playing basketball my freshman year when I could have been acting, but no use crying over spilt milk.

You'd think with all this memory laying around, I'd be able to remember a thing or two. Yesterday, I got a gigabyte of memory in the mail from newegg for the new computer I'm putting together. The day before that, Shannon found my long lost 1GB SD card for my camera, which I am really over-joyed about because now I can take 1,700 pictures again instead of just 27, but for the life of me, I cannot remember to go to my dentist appointments. I missed it today at 10:30 and had to reschedule. When you reschedule an appointment with my dentist you can't usually just make it for the next week or something. They are always booked. So the next available opening was September 13th. This is the third one in a row I've missed. I might as well just give up.

In other news, yesterday I collected some more rocks for my retaining wall project. It takes tons of rocks to do this stuff, literally. My goal is turn my backyard into a Japanese garden, and as they say in books and magazines like The Journal of Japanese
Gardening, the stone is the backbone of the garden. I'm really in to it too. I suppose you could call me a gardenerd, because that's what makes a nerd right? Being in to something. It helps when not many other people are in to the same thing, but that's okay, I wear my nerd badge with pride. I have been taking pictures of the retaining wall project in its stages, so when it's done I can do a before and after thing, maybe even a "this is how you build a retaining wall" thing.

I think some people like running over my garbage can lids. I don't know why. Maybe it is becuase I'm a bad neighbor. This is why I'm a bad neighbor:
1. I don't talk to my neighbors much.
2. I haven't planted grass in my backyard yet, and according to the covenents it was supposed to be done about two and a half years ago.
3. The front yard didn't have grass until last year.
4. The convertible horse trailer is a bit of an eyesore.
5. I steal my neighbor's garbage cans.
6. I leave my garbage can lids in the alley when they get blown over.

You are probably wondering about number five there, eh? Well, there was this garbage can sitting in my front yard for over a week last winter. I didn't know whose it was, so I thought if I just left it there someone would come and pick it up. After a week though I got tired of having a garbage can in my front yard so I put it in my garage. Well, not too long ago I discovered that it has some numbers and a street written on it. I keep forgetting to bring it over there, but right now it's predisposed holding a bunch of scrap wood in my garage anyway. After the bonfire, I think I'll do the right thing. I don't know when the bonfire will be.

Well, it's another day of rain here in Missoula. I can't complain though, we really need it. Adam, I know it will make it more difficult for you to find work this summer if there are no forest fires, but could you really complain if there weren't? I don't mind if we don't have another summer like two years ago ever again. If you weren't here, the valley was totally filled up with forest fire smoke like a thick fog. It was terrible.

Of course, it kind of makes it difficult for me to get things done in the yard, and what is worse is that I was just getting the motivation to do it. All is not lost though, the rain has directed the effort towards cleaning the garage and the place I have been calling "the junk room." Cleaning stuff makes me feel good and satisfied. Weird, eh?

I have found a new fun thing to do too. In case you didn't notice the really cool red phone booth photo a couple of blogs back, let me tell you what is going on. I like to post images with words to make things more interesting. So if I can't find a good one of my own, I have been searching the tags on flickr, and using a randomly applicable one. I always make sure to leave a comment on the photo to let them know I used it.

I suppose that I better get home now and start cleaning or something, but it just doesn't seem fun now. Oh well.

I just ran into two kids holding a sign on the corner of Broadway and Ryman, right outside of the court house. Most of the cars driving down the road were honking at them. However, these two boys were not up to trouble, they simply were displaying a sign that read, "Honk If You're Happy."

I asked them if I could do an interview with them, and they agreed, but told me that the Independent had already got them, but you know what? I can go to press faster than the Independent.

Well, again, audioblogger was down today, or we could have had a nice, breaking-news audio report. Unfornately, my backup plan of recording a voice-mail and later doing a three-way call with audioblogger.com did not work either. For some reason the voice mail never showed up. So I will do my best to recount from memory how the interview went.

Lance: Hi this is Lance here on the corner of Broadway and Ryman with cars honking in the background, and two boys holding up a sign that reads, "Honk If You're Happy," and I have the privilege of doing an audio interview with them. How are you doing today Erik Burton?

Erik: Good, thanks.

Lance: Now why are you guys out here holding up this sign that looks like it is getting beat up by the weather.

Erik: Well, no reason really, we just wanted to cheer people up, you know with the rain.

Lance: That's great! I see you also have a sign taped to your t-shirt that reads, "Proud To Be Adopted, April." What is that about?

Erik: Well, I was adopted seven days after birth, and I am proud of it. (I think he said more here, but I can't quite remember)

Lance: Cool. So Michael Montoya, how are you doing today?

Michael: Fine, thanks.

Lance: Now, you are out here holding up this sign with your friend. How has the response been? Would you say there have been more cars honking or not honking?

Michael: More honking.

Lance: Great. How long have you been out here?

Michael: About an hour.

Lance: Wow, are you getting a little cold being out in the rain?

Michael: Yeah, a little bit.

Lance: This is pretty crazy, have you guys ever done stuff like this before?

Michael: Well, we played Marco Polo in the mall. That was pretty cool.

Lance: Cool. Well, thank you for your time, do you guys have any final words?

Erik: Have a happy day!

Lance: Well, I guess that's it. #

Erik and Michael, if you are reading, leave us all some comments, and tell us how it all turned out. I hope it went well.

Hey I just got off the phone, and I had one of those oh, ah-ha, hmm thoughts, so I decided to post it, and solicit feedback.

It seems like there are lots of people who have a problem with talking loud as soon as they get on the phone. Myself included - usually. If I am in a long conversation this isn't the case.

I was thinking, why this might be the case, and this is my theory: You can't see the person you're talking too. Normally if you can't see the person you’re talking to, you will speak in a louder voice to be heard. Suppose you were in the woods, or on the other side of a wall or cubicle. So I think we speak up without thinking about it because it is what we have become accustomed to do.

What do you think? Do you talk loud on the phone?