Thursday, July 31, 2008

Very Close


We're close! Very close!

Our favorite house builder came back with a second counter offer and it's very close to what we had asked for. So we are going to take it. Our fancy, uber-talented realtor is writing it up at this very moment.

We're excited!!! I think it's going to work out!!!

We could even pick out our carpeting colors!

More later...

Little Boo No-Bed


Maddie has been a little scary monster at bedtime lately. A nocturnal Tasmanian Devil. A night-time demon. A cute demon, but a demon nonetheless. She screams, yells, cries, and does anything within her power to get out of her bed.Only a couple months ago she was the model child at bedtime. She would lay down and go to sleep without a peep, and Heather and I got long quiet evenings together.

Then something happened. Not sure what, and it's probably just a phase, but she's ornery as a mule at bedtime.

Yesterday we put her back in bed at least ten times, and each time she just got up and walked into the hallway, lingering just outside our view.

We figure everyone's schedule will be turned upside down when we move, so we really aren't trying too hard to attack this problem.

But it's wiping us out.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Run-Down From Running Around


I'm getting very run down lately. I looked in the mirror this morning and found that I resembled frame 352 of the Patterson-Gimlin film.

Taking Leaf Of My Sanity


I have a tree fetish. Actually, it's more like a hobby. And I think it may also be just a fad.

I have been very interested in learning to tell the various tree species apart. We have a vast array of different tree types in our neighborhood, and aside from the obvious maples and oaks, I have often wondered what the others are.

So I found a place on the internet that helps you identify trees based on their foliage, bark, and seeds/fruit.

Now I am a madman of botany. I travel the neighborhood looking for all the crazy uncommon leaves to bring back home and identify.

So far I have found several varieties of maple, oak, ash, black locust, mulberry, apple, sycamore, and a whole bunch of coniferous trees which are much harder to identify accurately.

I must look ridiculous, sneaking up onto people's lawns, jumping up and snatching a few leaves from their trees, then running away. If they are looking out the window at me I'm sure they think I'm nuts.

Maybe I am, come to think of it.

So Close, Yet...


The Apollo 10 mission is often forgotten, overshadowed by Apollo 11 and the first moon landing. NASA had very carefully planned out the Apollo missions to successively test new hardware and systems, one step at a time.

Apollo 7 was the first manned launch of the Saturn rocket, in this case the smaller Saturn 1B. This was an important step to test the rocket with a human crew, after several unmanned launches. The rocket didn't venture any further out than low Earth orbit.

Apollo 8 was next, the mission took the spacecraft around the moon for multiple orbits. This was the first time humans had ever left Earth's gravity. It was also the first test of the mighty Saturn V, to this day the most powerful machine ever built by man. This was the rocket that would take us to the moon.

Everything about the Saturn V was off the charts amazing. It was the height of a 35 story building and weighed as much as a fully-loaded naval destroyer. It was loaded with a million gallons of kerosene, which it burned at the rate of 20 tons per second at launch, an amazing number. The pumps that delivered all this fuel to the five main engines (each F-1 engine was 14 feet in diameter) were 300,000 horsepower...not the main engines themselves, just the fuel pumps! If you had to put a number on this thing, it would be around 7.8 million pounds of thrust.


When you see film of the Saturn V lifting off, it looks slow, even lumbering as it climbs into the sky. This is an illusion due to it's size. In reality, it lifted off with a g-force that pinned the astronauts in their seats. It was traveling over 100 MPH before it cleared the top of the tower, and in 30 seconds it was already supersonic.


Apollo 8 tested the engines that burn to take the rocket from it's initial "parking orbit" around the Earth to the moon. This is called TLI, Trans-Lunar Injection. Apollo 8 circled the moon multiple times and then came back. The Lunar Module (LM) that would land astronauts on the moon was not yet ready, so Apollo 8 didn't carry one.

Apollo 9 tested the LM in low Earth orbit. They extracted the LM (this one was named "Spider") and flew it around to test out its systems in the microgravity of orbit. This mission also tested out the new space suits that would be used for the moon landings. Apollo 9 never left Earth's orbit.

There was only one big test left before the glory of Apollo 11 and Neil Armstrong's moon walk. Apollo 10 was a full dress rehearsal for the moon landing. All systems would be tested. Everything would be done exactly the same as the upcoming moon landing of Apollo 11.

Except the moon landing itself.

The third stage of the rocket along with the CSM (Command and Service Modules) would go into Earth "parking orbit", circle the Earth until given the go ahead for TLI, and then fire the engine that would carry them to the moon. The ship would travel to the moon at about 17,500 miles per hour, almost 5 miles per second. They would arrive in lunar orbit and the astronauts would extract the LM (theirs was named "Snoopy") as was previously done around Earth orbit by Apollo 9. The LM would be flown down to within only 50,000 feet of the lunar surface, then turned around and brought back up and docked with the Command Module. The ship would then return to Earth, NOT having landed on the moon.

Apollo 10 was a very important mission, but a very anti-climactic one. History would have to wait for Apollo 11.

There is an interesting side-story to this. Astronauts are pretty adventuresome characters, and there was some speculation that the crew of Apollo 10 might just ignore orders and land on the moon. After all, they had all the equipment and training in place. Even the Apollo 10 commander said it was very tempting. As it turned out, "Snoopy" never landed on the moon.

And it's a good thing too. As the crew found out later, NASA had already thought of that eventuality and purposely short-fueled their lunar lander. Had the astronauts tried to land "Snoopy" on the moon, they would not have had enough fuel to leave.

They really do think of everything.

Life, In A Box


Well, our offer went out yesterday, so now it's "waitville" and "seeville".

As the imminent specter of our Royal Oak closing date stealthily approaches, we are kept busy with planning for the packing endeavor. It's going to be much worse than it looks, we have managed to shake "stuff" into every remote corner of our little house. The attic is stuffed full, as are the storage areas of the basement. The garage too. We are going to get started right away, like today.

Or tomorrow.

Ok, Friday, latest.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Riding High


I survived the layoffs! Our division's reduction is now complete and we were given the "all-clear".

I feel like a rhino has been lifted off my back. Ok, HB, a hippo then. :)

Interestingly enough, I just finished signing the offer papers for our new house.

Lots happening. Tighten your saddle and hang on...

Excruciating Waiting

Our layoffs are going on right now...time has stopped.

River Rat

In my old neighborhood in Farmington Hills there was a drainage canal that snaked through the subdivision. It usually had a little water in it, slowly flowing. But in a rainstorm, the water would sometimes turn brown and flow strongly, developing rapids and whitewater.

One day I was out walking after a series of big storms and the river was flowing stronger than I had ever seen it. The rapids were huge and licked the banks, threatening to explode out of their confines into the nearby yards. I stared at the rushing current, transfixed by its power.

Suddenly I saw a lump of something coming down the river. As it came close I realized that it was a rat, soaking wet and clinging for dear life to an old chunk of wood. The river sped this poor little guy away, and in no time he was gone.

This is a very big week for us. We are submitting our offer on the house we like, right in the middle of layoffs at my company. We have a baby on the way, and very little time to move into a new house, because ours is sold and the clock is ticking fast.

Although I'm doing everything I can, I feel powerless against the forces that I am up against right now. I feel like that rat, clinging to an old piece of wood as the torrents of water sweep me to my destiny.

Big Happy Fuzzy Birthday Brandy!!!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

1971

Yes, Both Wild Children Like Eating Limes

Whirlwind


Today was a big day. We knew it would be. We looked at some houses, first time in weeks. The first two we saw (same street, same builder) we loved. Quiet neighborhood, brand spanking new, and nice floor plans.

We're putting in an offer tomorrow on this one.

Wish us luck! If you do, I'll invite you to the house-warming party :)

Miles

C Or K


Back in the heady days of cheaper gas and unlimited sales of high-margin trucks, the auto business was fun. We had golf outings, parties, wine tastings, fishing trips, concerts.

But there was one event that I looked forward to more than all the rest. There was a great restaurant in Detroit called The Whitney. It was a wonderful gourmet restaurant inside a three-story Victorian mansion. The rooms of the house were used as dining rooms, each one with a giant fireplace. There were pianos, restrooms with couches and chairs, and a very elegant atmosphere.

Once a year, one of my deep-pocket suppliers would rent the whole house for a party. And what a party it was. Gourmet food in every room, each with a different theme. A sushi chef would be making spider rolls and custom-slicing fatty tuna in one room, and the next room would have lobsters and filet minon. Twenty-five year-old Macallan scotch and high-end Napa cabs washed it all down. And the desserts....OMG...the dessert room was amazing. Think chocolates of all kinds, tarts, cheesecakes, custom dessert crepes, and coffee drinks with Godiva, Baileys and Kahlua.

Ice sculptures and live piano music topped off this fairy-tale event.

The price for all of this splendor? Mucho dinero. $50 thousand? No, not even close, think much, much higher.

So one year I got my invite and a friend named Ted at work who was also invited said he couldn't make it and asked it I wanted to bring someone with his invite. I greedily snatched it up.

Now, this is a delicate situation, because these invites are meant for the person they are given to. You're not supposed to sell or trade them. So when I asked my brother Brian to come with me, I told him he was going to have to pretend to be Ted Constantine.

So we're at the front door, dressed up and drooling, and the woman handing out name tags gets my name and then turns to Brian.

"Name?"

Brian smiles, happy that he remembered he was: "Ted Constantine!"

The woman immediately said "Is that with a C or a K?"

Brian looked startled and then looked at me and said. "I don't know".

We still laugh about that.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Lamprey

Me & My Girl

We Said "OK"!


We accepted the offer on our house this morning. If all goes well, we will be closing in late August and moving in to our new, yet to be discovered house first thing in September.

We will now stop calling this a crummy housing market and start calling it a wonderful one, because its time for us to play "buyer". We're going to run rampant for a couple weeks and then chose which seller we want to destroy financially.

A list of MLS numbers for houses we like is now speeding its way through the internet to our realtor's inbox.

The clock has started...now the fun begins...

Friday, July 25, 2008

Contemplation

Two Blondes In A Row


Sissy and Lisa, drinking it up at the crib.

Hungry For Hungarians


Here's your tasty morsel of the day. It's pasta basking in a vibrant fresh tomato sauce laced with red wine and loaded up with Hungarian peppers. The stuff dreams are made of. At least in my head.

37 Days From Now


We've gotten our answer on the house. The couple has agreed to our price, which is amazing. So we're sitting on an offer within $5k of our asking price, in this terrible market. That's amazing. We knew they really liked it, and we're making them pay for that luxury. So, yay for us...

...only they have one condition. They want to close and move in before the end of August!

Yikes. So we need to work this whole deal out, look for a house, close on that house, pack up all our stuff, move, and oh, by the way, go to Colorado for nine days. All in a month and one week.

Our realtor is coming over tomorrow morning so we can go over all that is required to take this monster on. If we decide to run with this we're going to need to spring into action like ninjas and never look back.

We are either crazy dreamers or genius negotiators. We'll know which one in about a month...

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Summer, Sand, & Cheesy Poses


Here is a shot of me with Brian and a couple friends, taken at Pentwater in the summer of 1983.

Please don't tell me you don't know which one I am.

Ok?

Bursts Of Color, On Cotton


Maddie made a tie-dyed shirt at daycare today. She is very proud of it. She even demanded to do her own modeling.

Pesto Change-O


I made a batch of pesto in the new Mortar I got for my birthday. It was hard work but well worth it. The consistency was much better than you can get from a food processor, since you're mashing instead of chopping. It was an explosion of flavor. I put it on salmon and everyone was happy.

Well, except the salmon.

Monster, In The House


Zach's Voltrex shirt showed up! He loved it! As soon as he saw it the shirt he was wearing was unceremoniously dragged off his torso, thrown on the floor, and replaced with this one. A wicked black shirt bearing a picture of a monster Zach himself created in Spore.

Yeah, he liked it.

Propelled


Zach mowed the lawn for the first time Tuesday. He did a really good job for a first-timer, especially since the mower is self-propelled, fast, and not that easy to turn.

It sometimes hits me with a jolt when I realize how big he's getting.

Carmelites & Swiss Banks


Hi Gangstas,

Well...after that big dramatic morning buildup, followed by a very busy day of blogular silence...

Today was as anti-climactic as a cloistered nun.

I promised Thursday-night network drama and delivered the Home Shopping Network.

Although some layoffs were doled out at work, the particular reductions aimed at my department will not take place until Monday. So, hurray for a weekend of worry-extension.

And we have not yet heard from our would-be house buyers yet either, although we were promised an answer by tonight or tomorrow morning, latest. Seems we have proposed a deal that stretches this poor new couple to the brink, and they are attempting to secure offshore financing. Or at least a new pre-approval at the neighborhood bank.

So we defer and delay, all the fun stuff having to wait again.

Tomorrow on the house, Monday on the job, I promise.

Or not.

The Next 8 Hours


Today is a very big day for us Wilds.

We find out if the potential buyers of our house will accept our last counter offer.

And I find out if I keep my day job.

It could get interesting.

Stay tuned...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

On Assignment


Apparently my infatuation with cameras is not a new thing.

Negotiations


We're in the midst of a tennis-like volley of offers and counter offers with our would-be buyers. As you recall, their first offer was in insult to us and our intelligence. So we countered much closer to what we were asking. They countered back with a lower price, much better though, and dropped all their crazy concessional demands. This would be their final offer, they said.

But we met this couple as they were coming out of our house for the second showing, and we were just arriving at home. The woman told Heather in no uncertain terms how much she liked the house.

Big mistake. Now we know that they will do just about anything to get into this place and it helps us in negotiations. It's like war, really...any gleaned information can be used to our advantage.

With that in mind, we re-analyzed the economics of this and it still required too much sacrifice on our part, so last night we made OUR final offer, which is within about $5k of our asking price.

We're waiting for an answer...

If they do accept this offer, it is still a very risky venture. We're bringing a big bulging bag of cash to closing in the hopes that we will get to take revenge for this pain on the seller we buy from. The big picture. That's what were thinking about. In the long run it will be worth it. But in the short term, it will be difficult.

Does anyone have any millet recipes?

Caregiver


"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." ~ Tenneva Jordan

I'd like to pause here and take a minute to remember my mother on her birthday. She would have been 82 today.

Mother's are special, of course. They introduce us to the world and help us find our footing and get on our way. For that reason I owe my mom a huge debt.

But she never asked for much in return. She was not a complainer, despite very severe health problems. I often felt sorry for her. She had really bad complications from a heart damaged by scarlet fever as a child. She was often very tired. She had flutters and skips in her heart rate that made her dizzy. She had cancer, two open heart operations, and a slew of other issues. Yet she trudged on.

No, it was not trudging, it was happier than that. At least it was for me. I'm not sure how she handled it all.

When I think of how much work it is to raise two children, I am an awe of my mother who raised six.

When I see how crowded our 1,300 square foot house is with our small family, I try to remember that my mother raised her six kids in only 900.

She didn't have a bicycle of her own until she was 48. She was a registered nurse, but left her job to raise kids. There is nothing that she wouldn't and didn't give up for her children.

I wish she was still here so I could pamper her a little. She would be uncomfortable with that, I know. After her first open heart surgery she was pretty helpless for a while and I could tell it was hard on her to be the receiver of care and not the giver.

Happy Birthday Mom

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Tired. Brain Hurting. And Tired


Very. Tired. Today.

We got a ridiculously low offer on our house yesterday, which we promptly countered 20k more than they offered. They came back with another offer $5k below that, in the ballpark but still very low. It's just a bad time to sell.

We need to decide if we want to take that kind of bath. We would have to bring quite a bit of cash to closing.

Of course, the upside is that we would then be in the position of being able to throw out ridiculous offers of our own. And on a much more expensive house, which means we will take some poor sucker for tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars.

It's all very tiring. We don't want to make a wrong decision that we will regret. We don't want to do something rash. And we don't want to miss out on what might be the only chance to sell this house in the next few years. We were up half the night, churning scenarios until our brains hurt.

I'll let you know what we decide after the spreadsheets and mortgage statements and coffee and sleep and head-scratching and ibuprofen-taking have all been mashed up together.

It might not be pretty.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Friendly


Does anyone know what "Animal-friendly leather" is?

I mean, is it just fake leather, and if so, why not call it "faux-leather" or some other such term? Was this stuff alive once, keeping some large plains-dwelling creature warm on chilly fall nights? Does it contain DNA that can be sequenced? Is it made from a plant? Oil? Or as Dennis says "Peat and rendered dinosaur sinew"?

This is bugging me, I want to know.

I have seen and even eaten Fruit Leather, but in that case they tell you it's fruit, right up front. So, not very fruit-friendly, but animals are happy with it.

"Animal-friendly" could mean there is no animal in it, thus being an indirect friend to the animal who would otherwise be scalped to get it.

Or it could mean they kill the aforementioned plains-dweller rapidly and painlessly, the friendliness here being the mercy shown.

Perhaps I should go buy something made from this "stuff" and inspect it. Do they make baseball mitts from it now? When I played, the mitts were most definitely not animal friendly. I imagine they carved the mitt-shape right onto the back of the living cow. But they do things differently nowadays.

Oh well...I have to go eat my not-so plant-friendly salad now...

Car 84, Where Are You?


Zach and I have been collecting the die-cast cars from the Pixar Movie "Cars". He got a big box with the entire collection for his birthday last year. But since then they have come out with quite a few new ones. We've been picking these up as we find them and we have almost all of them.

Or so we thought.

It seems that Mattel (who makes them) came out with a special set in May that contained a whole bunch of previously unreleased new cars from the movie. They only made 1,000 sets and these sold out almost immediately.

Doh!

To make matters much worse, one of the cars is an awesome find for any Mac fan like me. The car was only in the movie for a split second during a race, it was put in by Pixar as a nod to Apple. It's painted in the ever-understated-yet-dramatic "Apple White" and comes bearing the number 84 (a reference to the cool "1984" ad that played at the Super Bowl that year to kick off the original Macintosh).

So I checked eBay, just in case, and my heart sank. They are going for $200! Far more than I could ever spend on a toy car, even if it does bear the bitten-apple logo.

Oh well.

Favor?

If any of you finds yourself perusing a garage sale and sees one of these for sale cheap, get it for me! I mean, for us.

I'll love you forever.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Wouldn't Take Much


I always tease Heather because she didn't want to start parking in the "expectant mother" parking at the medical center until she was big and showing.

If I was a woman, I'd park there if my period was one day late.

Premembering


Study this scene. It's going to happen next Wednesday. It will go down just like this.

Trust me, I premember it.

Have You Seen Batman Yet?


Me neither, but it's on my list.

Even Through The Internet...


...I can still see you...

Lots Of Dots Upon Tots


Guess who picked out her own clothes today?

House, No Longer A Home


This is the house I grew up in. But things have changed. It seems twisted now, evil.

Ok, not evil, but different. It looks strangely familiar but also slanted, like something is wrong.

The maple tree my father planted in the back, which was about six feet tall in my memory, is now huge, shading the whole yard.

There are three satellite dishes on the kitchen window. Not sure why they need three, but that's three too many to have hanging off your kitchen window.

The big front window is new and entirely too modern for that house.

The front bushes are not immaculately trimmed like my father kept them. They look more "Sleepy Hollow-ish"

The front door is barred now, evidently to keep me out, lest I go through the whole house pointing out all the heinous and cruel alterations.

I guess all things change. But I know my childhood home is in there, somewhere. I can feel it.

Julia, Dancing Queen

Food For Thought


I think this is some Mediterranean goodness!

Laying Out


My ever-lovely wife is helping me do the layouts for a wedding shoot I did. Here's one of my favorite pages.

She Fell For It


In case you've been wondering...she loves the bike!

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Rubbing Elbows


Dennis and I went to downtown Royal Oak last night for a photo show, displaying the work of five Detroit-area aspiring photogs. This was put on by "Exposure.Detroit", a large Flickr photo group that I am a member of.

It's always very cool seeing the work of other photogs, you get some good ideas and you get to try to pry secrets from the artists. Photographers are like magicians, they do NOT want to give away their "trade secrets", so they are very quiet when it comes to unusual camera and lens selections, post-processing techniques, and anything that they feel gives them and edge in this very competitive field.

But I've got lots of experience in photography now and I am very good at reverse engineering these processes. I found that I could figure out just about everything. This gives me a strange kind of confidence.

I could do this. I am doing this.

Overall, the work was really good. But I think that if someone asked me to pick out my ten best shots, they would be right up there with the work I saw last night. Call that conceited, but I really believe I am as good as any of these artists. I just need to put it all together.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Happy Birthday, Erik!!!


'Sup Bro? Not sure if you even read this, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Off The Charts


Maddie had her 24 month checkup this week. She's all good and healthy and cute. Inevitably in these check ups, the CDC height and weight chart is brought out to track the child's growth compared to the rest of the population. We were wondering where Mads would fall in the height chart because we know she's very tall.

We have to get some basic statistics straight first. There is only one data point at the top. The 100th percentile is represented by the tallest person in the population used for the study at that age. Everyone else is shorter than that person. You cannot be "off the charts" or over 100th percentile. If you were taller than the 100th percentile person, you would be the new 100th percentile person and the scale would need to be readjusted.

Having said that, Maddie is "off the charts" in the common vernacular. She is 24 months old and 37 1/4 inches tall, which puts her well above the 97th percentile, which is the highest curve shown on the CDC height charts.

When you get that far out towards the tail of the bell curve, there are fewer data points and it's more difficult to trust the curve. That's why they don't draw a 100th percentile curve - it consists of only one sample at each age and would be highly variable. Our daughter is probably 99th percentile-ish.

No matter though. Chart or no chart, Maddie is one super-tall girl. She towers above her peers. Let me put this another way to illustrate my point in a way no chart ever could:

She is average height (50th percentile) for a THREE YEAR OLD and she is only TWO!

Banana Peels & Coffee Grounds


This is the time of year that mom & dad's garden wakes up, rubs its eyes, yawns, and starts churning out a steady supply of wonderful fresh veggies and herbs. It gives forth treats like Swiss chard, peas, basil, dill, heirloom tomatoes, and various squashes including zucchini.

And I love it all. I always impatiently look forward to getting my son-in-law's allotment of this wonderful luscious bounty.

And bounty there is. Mom & dad spend most of the year throwing organic matter on the garden soil, things like banana peels and coffee grinds. This is then tilled in and the soil is as fertile as a rabbit in the spring. Sometimes it's scary seeing how fast things grow here. You have to keep out of the way.

Heather is over there right now. I can't wait to see what she brings back!