September 2007
tiffehr: Won race w/o much effort. At the Corinthian, waiting for the post-race raffle. (Also, I dislike protoyuppie 14-yr-olds a *lot*.) (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: Made it, just as lines were being cast off. Rain setting in. ‘Eff this sport if it weren’t for the beer. (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: Sprinting down to G dock w/ my rain gear, but no snacks. Win some, lose some. (via Twitter / tiffehr)
August 2007
tiffehr: Off to go sailing in the rain in “duck dodge” on Auriga 58’, then to check in on my “yacht club” racing membership at the Sloop Tavern. (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: Today in Digital Web comment spam (which is run amok right now): “free-cat-quilt-patterns” & ” angelina-jolie-break-down-losing-weight” (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: @ktamura Which arm? Your mousing arm? I might be joining you soon—dinged my shoulder on a tree while mountain biking and it’s cranky. (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: @ktamura Shit, that’s hardcore. Are you gonna have to take a break from racing? (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: Props to the tiny, personable SimplifyMedia team for helping me with my connection problems w/in 10min. That’s customer service I can dig. (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: Tempting “spilly” fate with more tea. (…Correction to last twitter, too: *can’t* sense the weight of liquid inside my mug.) (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: Black, XL, heavy mug + dark room + dark desk + bright monitors = spilling tea on myself, ‘cause I sense the amount of liquid inside. (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: Having fun with PNGs, alpha transparency filter hacks, IE6 *and* the useragent flaws in the stand-alone IE6 for systems running 7. …Yucky. (via Twitter / tiffehr)
tiffehr: Despite the profiles taking some of the luster of the his life, I’m still jealous of James Brown’s robot. (via Twitter / tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Told I got a semi-decent MS badge photo. My strategy: shower; eat toast; sit it traffic; park by badge-issuing office; walk 5’; take photo. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Wondering what MS’ system would do if I register a bunch of vehicles I’d *like* to own. Also, the hidden MSXSL patch to run the form? Lame. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Overheard someone—no joke—say “afake” in the middle of a conversation, standing in for “AFAIK”. Like a verbal shrug, via ultralazy acronym. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Aster-comet: an asteroid and comet fused together. Despite grander scale, would still would include Bruce Willis. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Kinda wishing I was at AEA CHI, just to see the (mt)-damaged presentations tomorrow. Shucks. Podcast, please? (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: @jimray If I flummoxed & outnerded y’all already, that worries me. Wait until I ask IT for a card to run my baby 640x480 b&w monitor. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Ready for a good day tomorrow—polishing off the last few chapters of the 3rd book of “His Dark Materials”. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: BBQ and most of clean-up complete. Added benefit: have more beer & alcohol than the start, and I re-sealed my skillets w/ oyster butter. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: I adore the staff at Georgetown Brewery. Friendliness topped only by the quality of their beer. Looking forward to my BBQ this evening. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: I find it odd I haven’t heard this one before in day-to-day life: http://xkcd.com/307/ (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Home. 2 hours for Sea-to-Sky; 3 hours at the border (all of 900m); 2 hours for border-to-Seattle, playing wing[woman] to an ’80s-era ‘Vette. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Also, we’re it not illegal, I’ll bet I could drink the Kokanee Gold I have during the wait & thereby avoid declaring it. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Kickin’ it at the .ca border, in an ~45min line. Once I get in reach, gonna jump the duty-free line/shortcut. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Border-bound, as soon as liberally apply arnica to ever contusion, hematoma and achy muscle group. Should just set up a body-bath, really. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Woke up to an awful twitch connected to a dream of a series of ladders which’ve been evading me all week. Bastards infecting my sleep, too. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Saw “Superbad”—damn funny; now prepping for my last day of mountain biking with badasses…with beer, of course. Prolly a bad idea. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Back from an exhausting day of glorious biking, by coincidence with the super-cool girlfriend of my mountain-biking hero. Small world. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Plumb (plum?) exhasted, watching “Shaun of the Dead” with tequila ‘n POG, as well as Carvel ice cream snacks. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Spent waaay too much time in the hot tub, talking to all kind of folks. Now feeling baked, which is better than pain, I suppose. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Post-ride cervesas y füd at the GLC. Conquered some ladders & rocked “Crank It Up” - best lines on the hill. Skipping the evening races. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: “Devil’s Club” still kicks my ass. Call me lazy, but I don’t like elevated ladders more tha 10’ off the ground on a bike. I just don’t. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Result of mountain biking today is a really interesting multi-directional, dark blue and puffy hemetoma in the shape of handlebars. …Rad! (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Kokanee gold at the GLC (loc. of the famous MS-sponsored parties for WDN07). Still a great joint; m10 bike season in full effect. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Had I nuts, I would say I wracked (racked?) them on the big root across “Karate Monkey” on my bike. Instead, just winced & kept going. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Irish füd w/ the parents, then going to see “Stardust”, finally. I’m a bad Neil Gaiman fan. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Willing to go out on a limb that the Mayan ruins at Tulum can probably weather a hurricane or two. Seriously, damage to ruins, not people? (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: SXSW’08 panel picker + crap-slow hotel wifi + no login cookie = borderline cruelty. ‘Eff this. Going poolside with beer in hand. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: At one of Nicklaus’ courses, having a mid-ride snack of edamame. 25km today. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Calling it an early evening—tomorrow I have to go golfing with the family. Boo, golf. I hope I get to drive the cart. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Enjoying a pitcher of Alexander Keith, after a nice (tho mostly paved) 20km conditioning XC ride. Bike felt like a slightly heavy hardtail. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Bike back from the shop (I have a crush on Carl my bike-tech), but I busted out the heel of my shoe, so riding is delayed for shoe-shopping. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Dunno if it’s Canadian internet, but this is the quietest internet weekend ever. Kinda nice, actually. Less phrenic. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Fehr family heritage dinner at a bavarian restaurant. Maβes of great beer…And some meat food, too, I think. Secondary or tertiary to beer. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Bike in for a tune-up, so I have brake pads to deal with slick rocks and panic-braking before tabletops. Can’t wait to ride tomorrow. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Yay! Dog going to a kennel. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Winning the argument to put the dog in a kennel—lobbying for the “dog lodge” in town, w/ in-out privledges & webcams. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Pretty glad I was too busy having a great time to think of Twittering anything from yesterday evening. Slooooow, headachy start to the day. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
Tiffehr: Thinking Kokanee Gold will help cure strangely conformist grumpiness about parents & dog—off to the liquor store across the street! Handy. (via Twitter / Tiffehr)
