Stop crucifying on my logo!!!

Lately, I've noticed certain religious factions using my trademark logo (t)(as in my first initial), as a crucifixion device. I don't mind the free advertising, you can find my logo everywhere. Just stop hanging saviors from it, I find it a bit annoying...Please stop.

Spring has Sprung

It's that time of year again (a truism with no meaning). Driving out of my neighborhood I'm treated to a parade of colors, Magnolias losing their blooms, yellows and pinks and purples everywhere. Tulips color the ground, grass becomes blankets of green. Trees bud, some still in a winter snooze; the sun warms us all, chilly mornings reminiscent of arctic breeze. Birds chirp as squirrels zig-zag. The first bunny of spring hopped across the street as I drove this morning.

There's nothing like a warm, sunshiny day, great classic rock on the radio, people running and walking and tending to their lawns, to help one realize paradise.

Intimate Embrace

Childhood

I should never have grown up. Pity. I was so happy as a child. (Antoine de Saint Exupery).

Talking to a friend of mine, I came up with the idea of generating a short list for this blog called "Rules of engagement for marriage". He laughed, I figured it would be so easy, given my clarity of thought since I've never been married.

Except, how do two different minds co-exist together? One wants to go one direction, one another. God, I'm bored! Sure, it's easy in the beginning, but how do people sustain? When alone, simply do what you want to be happy (though after enough time, loneliness is painful). Remaining true to a partner who appears uninterested is just like being alone, together. (read painful)

Even if one partner forfeits, the other is hurt by unhappiness that is impossible to hide. I don't suppose it's possible to not grow up. I don't imagine sulking or withdrawal are the solutions. I sense the key is communication...

Free Parking!!!

Who is this Parking guy, and how oppressed must he be to have so many supporters and municipalities posting signs to free him(her)...?

Heaven

This morning at breakfast I had a vision. Well, really, it was more of an idea; if nutured with enough money could become a concept. I want to start a chain restaurant with a totally new dining concept. I want the servers to rub my belly and burp me after the meal. I'd call the place "Heaven".

Cooking the Ladle

No, I'm not heating soup, I'm "Cooking the Ladle", which works particularly well when it's made of metal. When allowed to simmer for a few hours, that ladle will reach an equilibrium state of uniform temperature. I find it useful to decrease my reaction times, and to discourage poaching...

James Bond Bike Ride Adventure

I rode my bike from Cromwell to Hartford the other day, visiting the Wadsworth Antheneum and lunching with my sister. After a truly delish lunch, and sauntering through the museum, Rodin being the featured artist, I began the 15 mile trek home.

Nice weather, warm day, relatively flat terrain, an easy ride. I completed the first leg through harrowing traffic of Hartford and Northern Wethersfield, now riding the relaxing back roads paralleling Silas Dean Highway when "clink". I lost drive train and coasted to a stop.

I surveyed the damage, broken chain, link pin missing. Possible sabotage. I was about 5 miles from my Rocky Hill bike shop, Cycling Concepts, no others near I know of. I dismounted and walked back and forth, searching for the missing pin to no avail. I resigned myself to walk a bit, and search for a temporary fix on the side of the road.

I was ok for food and water, a couple blocks east of me. I had cell phone communications, good neighborhood, so I wasn't in much danger. Plenty daylight to walk home. I coasted down a hill, walking the bike on the flats.

It wasn't long before I invoked my James Bond training. Passing under a bridge I found a piece of car tire, which contained strands of steel wire. I unwrapped a few strands.




I threaded the chain onto the bike gears and joined the links with steel wire, tying the wire on the outside of the chain to keep the joint out of the gears, and wrapping enough strands to withstand the tension for the trip to the bike shop, which would go up a couple hills.

unfortunately. my hands were filthy by now, which never seems to happen to Bond, no matter what, he never gets schmutzig. Hmmmmmm.

As I tested my engineering, James Bond theme music began playing around me. I built up speed, being careful not to over-stress the repair. By the time I reached the final hill, I was confident I would make it. Soon, the bike shop mechanic, "D" was putting on a new chain and replacing a worn gear cassette. I overheard the name "MacGyver" used to describe me, and naturally I became furious and killed everyone in the bike shop with hand to hand combat and using various bike parts as weapons (no...not really).

"I hate MacGyver! My names Bond, I mean Demko, Tom Demko...."