Semi OT: What other hobbies are you in?
01-20-2010, 08:20 PM
#61
Given the time constraints imposed by work/travel and having a 2 year old daughter--hobbies are more of a theoretical issue nowadays. I still do home improvement and some wrenching on the 928 as therapy.
Back when I used to have time:
Sailing (my sailboat has not been in the water for 3 years), fishing, collecting model cars (everything from Matchbox/Hot Wheels to higher dollar 1:18 scale stuff), collecting architecture books (especially modern/mid century modern stuff).
Back when I used to have time:
Sailing (my sailboat has not been in the water for 3 years), fishing, collecting model cars (everything from Matchbox/Hot Wheels to higher dollar 1:18 scale stuff), collecting architecture books (especially modern/mid century modern stuff).
01-20-2010, 08:39 PM
#62
Hmmm, let's see.
My hobby turned in to a career so I can't count that anymore.
RC trucks when I can get it to run.
Computer gaming....when the computer runs.
Got married so browsing **** is over with.
I guess the only hobbies I have now are hanging out with you guys online and this picture. Which I keep making a list of things I want to add.
My hobby turned in to a career so I can't count that anymore.
RC trucks when I can get it to run.
Computer gaming....when the computer runs.
Got married so browsing **** is over with.
I guess the only hobbies I have now are hanging out with you guys online and this picture. Which I keep making a list of things I want to add.
(apparently I am not old enough to see what she is looking at )
01-20-2010, 08:44 PM
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The jogging and free weights are not so much hobbies as something you just have to do. Back in the Kodachrome days, I had a pretty nice Olympus OM-1 setup, couple of bodies, motor drive, Vivitar Series 1 lenses, but today it's just digital Canon point/shoot. There was a time when I was respectable on a piano, but even before I managed to break both wrists and put a permanent kink in the last joint of the left pinkie, all in separate accidents, there was never a time I was a patch on bigs.
If your problem is too much spare time and money, I know for a fact that motorcycle endurance road racing is the solution. Even though we had to run Greg's number, we did pretty well in 2008. http://www.ccsracing.us/points/2008/TCPTS.htm Last year, not so much.
If your problem is too much spare time and money, I know for a fact that motorcycle endurance road racing is the solution. Even though we had to run Greg's number, we did pretty well in 2008. http://www.ccsracing.us/points/2008/TCPTS.htm Last year, not so much.
01-20-2010, 09:09 PM
#65
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I'm impressed, you guys are very accomplished.
Let me add a bit to my prior post...the details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...
Let me add a bit to my prior post...the details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...
01-20-2010, 10:35 PM
#66
Quoted before you delete it, this is some good stuff. I hope you run for office some day. 
I'm impressed, you guys are very accomplished.
Let me add a bit to my prior post...the details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...
Let me add a bit to my prior post...the details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...
01-20-2010, 10:48 PM
#67
I'm impressed, you guys are very accomplished.
Let me add a bit to my prior post...the details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...
Let me add a bit to my prior post...the details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...
(sorry couldn't resist)
01-21-2010, 10:30 AM
#68
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I'm impressed, you guys are very accomplished.
Let me add a bit to my prior post...the details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...
Let me add a bit to my prior post...the details of my life are quite inconsequential...very well, where do I begin?
My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.
At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my *********. There really is nothing like a shorn *******... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it...
I found some pictures of my finished table. I figured the first shot didn't show much and i am pretty proud of these. I made a lot of stuff out of Plexi years ago also. That I brought to a local Lucite place to manufacture to my design. Unfortunately i didn't copyright it so they copied it and sold tons of it as their own product. But that was back in the 70's. My stair rail designs sold for about 20 years before lucite went out of style and the place closed up.
The glass table completed and my living room cocktail table. I couldn't find either in the right size and closest thing I could find to these tables in these sizes were in the $15k-25k range, so cast the legs on both tables, welded and finished the dining room table and made the top for the cocktail table out of 60 year old Mahogany pattern boards. 5/4 by 5 feet by 12" wide to start. these boards actual manufactured the first satellite telescope housing for a company called Itek. You can see pictures of the unit at the Smithsonian.
01-21-2010, 09:06 PM
#69
