My Radio Userland subscription expires in less than two weeks, and I've been plotting to move to the Wordpress platform, and hosting it on my own webspace (rather than using theirs). As some of you know, there used to be a lively and convivial community of bloggers on this Salon.com Radio platform, but nearly everyone has moved on to other platforms as blogging technology passed the Radio platform by.
I was kind of dreading the whole process of the learning curve there, plus the question of what to do with nearly 4 years of Perils posts here at Salon. I was wondering if I should just throw in the towel and pay for another year.
I started fooling around with the Wordpress stuff today, and stumbled across some arcane forum posts telling how I might be able to import my Radio posts into Wordpress. I wanted to do it if I could, because who knows how long they'll keep this server up while receiving no revenue. I presumed that, maybe 500 man-years later, I'd get some poorly-formatted text over, and probably lose all my links and photos.
However, after an hour or two of noodling around, my entire blog - text, links, photos - has been nicely imported into my Wordpress site. I couldn't be more thrilled, since I believe others much more savvy than I have struggled mightily with this. Check it out here.
I need to play around some with the themes and templates to customize them, but unless some glitch occurs, that's where you'll find me. I'll simulcast here and there for the next several days, or until my Radio subscription expires.
Guess I'll crawl out of that casket. I thank those of you who came by and am grateful for your support, but the paltry number of viewers, despite the funeral home's efforts in offering free bratwurst (hmmm..) to passersby in the street, has been sobering in an Ebenezer-Scrooge kind of way.
I returned to Seattle last night on my usual Friday-night commute. leaving Milwaukee at 6 pm, layover in Minneapolis and arrival in Seattle at 11:30 or so. I was upgraded on both legs, thanks to my Platinum status on Northwest, but I'll be spending a lot more time in Coach this year after February. You need to fly 75,000 miles to be Platinum, and I only made about 62,500. That's good enough for Gold, and I'll catch my share of upgrades on off-day travel and sleepier routes, but not nearly as often on routes such as MSP-SEA, where you have to go mano-a-mano with mile-calloused road warriors.
I generally use a shared-ride shuttle service to go to and from SeaTac, instead of driving and parking, especially for these multi-day trips where the parking would be expensive and take a family vehicle out of service. Late on Friday nights, though, it often costs me a half-hour to an hour waiting for a van to my neighborhood to cycle through. That puts me home somewhere around 1 am. On the plus side, I find the van rides convivial. The drivers tend to try to generate conversation among the passengers, and you hear some good stories.
On the way to the airport last Sunday, for instance, I rode with a guy who was flying to Houston, by way of Cleveland, in order to pick up a car he'd bought on the internet from a little old lady. He was planning to take about a month to drive back to Seattle, with stops in Las Vegas and several California cities. I had to wonder, though, just what he'd find when he showed up to pick up his car. A leap of faith, in any case.
On the way home last night, I had a driver who loved to hear himself talk He went on & on about how he was "born and raised in Seattle", and catalogued all manner of landmarks and historical events he'd brushed up against. It got to the point where I expected him to say that he, Lewis & Clark and Chief Sealth all played on the same basketball team at the University of Washington.
Sometime during the ride, one of a pair of women got a cell phone call, and asked if the driver could deliver them to their hotel as the first stop. It turned out that they had to come to town because their brother was gravely ill, and the call was advising of his imminent demise. The driver instead asked me and another passenger if we minded if he took the women directly to the UW hospital. Of course, neither of us objected, and we headed straight there. The driver also said he'd take their luggage to their hotel and check them in on his return trip to the airport.
I dropped a nice tip on him when we finally got to my house.
I'm off to Milwaukee again today, and I guess my dash to the airport officially ends the holidays. I took one last gaze at our tree, which I'm told will come down in my absence. Before I leave the holidays for good, here's a short photographic retrospective:
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The purple ornament has a white frosted "1949" on the opposite side, and is a souvenir from my first Christmas, a little over two months after I was born. the second is from a cool set of ornaments that we bought from the nearby (now departed) Fuji dimestore for one of our first Christmases here in Seattle. The third (omen!) was a gift from my brother in 2002, the year our alma mater won its last National Championship, something we hope to repeat Monday night.
Here are a couple of houses in the neighborhood that went to extraordinary lengths to mark the holidays:
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OK, I guess I can move on to bowl season now, just in time.
(Posting delayed due to some "proxy server" issues at my client's, which probably means they're monitoring internet activity.)
Here's the difference in the visage of the Stawamus Chief, the rock formation in Squamish that draws Mrs. Perils, our son and hundreds of rock climbers during the summer. The photo on the right was taken as we were buying groceries just after our arrival last August, with Mrs. Perils nearly vibrating in anticipation. The photo on the left, taken Saturday, well...it's scenic from a distance.
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After a day of relative sloth on Saturday, our friends joined us Saturday night and we went up to the Whistler ski area to do some cross-country skiing. I've only done cross-country one other time, in 1980 or so, so I wasn't looking to be challenged. As it turned out, the "country" was actually a series of flat, groomed tracks around the fairways of the Nicklaus North golf course. As ungainly as I was skiing, I'm sure the course would have kicked my ass a lot more thoroughly if I'd been golfing it.
After turning in our ski gear, we stopped in Whistler Village for a bite of lunch and to try to hook up with other acquaintances that had been downhill skiing. The village is very upscale, to the point of theme-park-ness, chock-a-block with shops, restaurants and watering holes. Our friends knew of a reasonably-priced little sandwich shop nestled amid all this beautiful bounty and bountiful booty called Ingrid's, and we snacked gratefully.
After the drive back to Squamish, we set about our New Year's Eve festivities. Our hostess, who always manages to generate a magical tsunami of great food for the hordes that turn up for meals there, set before us a feast of bouillabaisse, Dungeness crab and assorted side dishes.
We had a great New Year's Eve. Hope you all did, too.
We're safely ensconsed in Squamish, BC, at the home of a friend. So far, we're the only ones here. Our hosts will arrive tomorrow, and we're told that "some others" will be here as well, perhaps as early as tonight. Last summer when we came here for a weekend, there ended up being 18 people in the house. Sharing one bathroom. Somehow, it all worked out very amiably, with no fistfights or "accidents". Most of them weren't nearly as old as we are, which probably helped.
The drive north started in sunshine and crystal-clear views of the Cascades and Mt. Baker (a volcano near the Canadian border). As we approached the border, however, clouds rolled in, and by the time we crossed the Lion's Gate Bridge to North Vancouver, it was raining steadily, and the raindrops, like popcorn, were trying to become snowflakes.
The last two times we've come up, we've been intrigued by a French-language radio station playing an eclectic brew of world music. Mrs. Perils, who took four years of high-school French, has fun trying to catch some of the chatter and news-reading. At one point in a newscast, we were able to discern "Geor-jay Boosh", and Mrs. Perils immediately cried, "le BOO!le HISSSSSS!" I'm thinking that whatever Francophonyism she retains has its origins in PePe LePew cartoons, and not in Mrs. Jollay's salon at PHS.
Another amusing thing from the drive: there's a lot of construction on Hwy 99 between Vancouver and the Whistler ski area in anticipation of the 2010 Winter Olympics, and we passed a banner sign that exhorted, "Never Pass By an Unsafe Act." Immediately, I said, "Nope - we'll join right in" and Mrs. Perils followed with, "Who's got the Mazola?". They're not very picky about who they let in here, or we dissemble really well.
Otherwise, the drive was so different from the one in August, when Howe Sound sparkled its giddy welcome. Today, it was gray, brooding and barely distinguishable from the clouds that enveloped it and the shadowy islands in its midst.
Our son has spent the last 4 days at Whistler with a friend and his extended family, and was headed back to Seattle today because he has to work the weekend. We contacted him by phone as we got to Vancouver, hoping to catch him somewhere along the route we'd be travelling in opposite directions. Turned out that he had left early, and stopped in Squamish to hike up the Chief and do some bouldering (a form of rock climbing). We rendezvous'd at the Howe Sound Pub in Squamish and had a nice afternoon meal with him before parting company with the obligatory parental admonishments for safe driving, etc.
The kid told me not to bother going up to Whistler because it was super-crowded, the lift tickets were $80/day Canadian and parking was scarce, all due to the holiday weekend. He said he had a good time skiing and staying in the village, but that I'd probably regret doing it as a day trip. As you could probably tell from my prior post, it wouldn't have taken much to dissuade me from skiing this weekend, and I think his comments were all I needed to demur. We'll see what the others coming in want to do - they are rock climbers (in the summer) and very active types, so I'm sure we'll be outdoors doing something.
I want to put together an album of my favorite photos of 2006, so watch this space.
It's been a short week of many distractions, as my clients are all going through various year-end processes, things they only do once a year, and getting a little panicky sometimes. This translates to a lot of phone calls and software-tweaking. Thank heavens for PCAnywhere and Remote Desktop, which let me beam in and fix something, or guide them to do it.
I think, however, that I've banked most of the fires, and we'll be heading to Squamish, BC to bunk out with friends for most or all of the weekend. We had a wonderful time therelastAugust, but that was accompanied by soft, dulcet breezes. Not sure what the recreational opportunities will be. There are rumors of skiing at Whistler, but I haven't skiied in at least 2 years, and never was any damn good at it. Still, it'll be nice to get away for a little change of scenery.
