Recycling
I got to answering a comment on yesterday's post and decided to post it as today's post because, because...who cares from because already?
Cecelia is the Vespa.
Aeolus refers to the air in the tires that I have been having trouble with.
I'm a little ticked off about the brand new Wheelbarrow wheel and tire that wouldn't hold air.
(made in India)
The '67 VW type 2 transporter abides in the driveway and serves as a mobile trash can that only goes to the dump and back.
Except this week when it was my only load carrying transportation.
Except for the ride to the hardware store for a
gallon of oil-based primer for the steps I rebuilt
(after the painters had already painted everything)
The VW deserves the sobriquet "Fidelio" more than the Peugeot, but life can be cruel that way.
The concert will be on Friday Sept 3; I will be presenting the piano/violin piece called "eight ball in the side pocket"
I don't know why it's called that.
It was called "dichotomy", then "soliloquy", then "aria", and maybe something else I can't remember.
Other excitements;
Last year I sponsored a friend riding in a benefit bike ride, and apparently there was a raffle or something and it seems that I have won a new bike helmet which I quite possibly might acquire when aforementioned bike buddy gets back from Alaska where she is riding up Mt McKinley or something.
This year I've sponsored two bike rides.
One the same as last year, and the other to benefit Darko Buterac's Missoula Symphony Orchestra.
Guess I'll have to go to Missoula some time and listen to them play.
Just realized that I forgot to answer the oxidation question.
The oxidation in the Vespa wheel is similar to Rust but is made of aluminum and oxygen rather than iron and oxygen.
Sapphire is a form of aluminum oxide.
There were no sapphires inside the Scooter tire, just a sickly-looking white powder.
How a sickly-looking white powder got into my scooter tire, I dunno.
The oxidation question that Glenn asked in the comment he made to yesterday's post.
Cecelia is the Vespa.
Aeolus refers to the air in the tires that I have been having trouble with.
I'm a little ticked off about the brand new Wheelbarrow wheel and tire that wouldn't hold air.
(made in India)
The '67 VW type 2 transporter abides in the driveway and serves as a mobile trash can that only goes to the dump and back.
Except this week when it was my only load carrying transportation.
Except for the ride to the hardware store for a
gallon of oil-based primer for the steps I rebuilt
(after the painters had already painted everything)
The VW deserves the sobriquet "Fidelio" more than the Peugeot, but life can be cruel that way.
The concert will be on Friday Sept 3; I will be presenting the piano/violin piece called "eight ball in the side pocket"
I don't know why it's called that.
It was called "dichotomy", then "soliloquy", then "aria", and maybe something else I can't remember.
Other excitements;
Last year I sponsored a friend riding in a benefit bike ride, and apparently there was a raffle or something and it seems that I have won a new bike helmet which I quite possibly might acquire when aforementioned bike buddy gets back from Alaska where she is riding up Mt McKinley or something.
This year I've sponsored two bike rides.
One the same as last year, and the other to benefit Darko Buterac's Missoula Symphony Orchestra.
Guess I'll have to go to Missoula some time and listen to them play.
Just realized that I forgot to answer the oxidation question.
The oxidation in the Vespa wheel is similar to Rust but is made of aluminum and oxygen rather than iron and oxygen.
Sapphire is a form of aluminum oxide.
There were no sapphires inside the Scooter tire, just a sickly-looking white powder.
How a sickly-looking white powder got into my scooter tire, I dunno.
The oxidation question that Glenn asked in the comment he made to yesterday's post.
posted by Lane Savant at 10:21 AM
23 Comments:
Thank you for the answers and
insights RE yesterday's comment.
I actually put the comment on today
earlier, because you had not got
around to putting on today's yet.
But alas, who can keep up or
keep track. Thanks for just
caring enough to stay on top
of the phalanx of populous
that flocks to this site every
chance they get, admittedly
many of them are deceased,
but what does that matter
in the Great Scope of things?
Friday, 9/3, coolie cool;
please mark your calendars
and show up with pom-poms
wolf whistles, and whoopie
cushions please. It will be
the last big event of the
Palmer Summer Concert
Series, and he has managed to
unearth some fine musicians
to play his work; might even pay
them if things go well, or even
if they don't, more than likely.
My son-in-law showed up
here after church. We played
three-handed pinocle for a
couple hours, and then he gave
me a tutorial on scanning personal
photos into iphoto, and organizing
the 4,000 images into folders to
conserve space and keep things
under control. Had to cover too
much territory for me, and my
middle daughter showed up and
whisked him away before I
finished my check lists. Sad.
Melva got off on her trip to
the Blind School at Vancouver
for her 4-day workshop at
2 pm. It is already nearly 90
outside. Nice to have A/C,
that's for sure.
I was going to run off on errands
or go see a flick, but now the day
has run away with itself, and so
I will do the other stuff tomorrow.
My wife tells people that I am
now officially "retarded".
She can't, or won't say "retired",
George. I was hoping to get some
hot tips on how to negotiate
Facebook more adequately. but
I am on my own for that
endeavor. The vast and ever-
expanding world of Technology
seems to whirl wildly ahead of
me, and I barely can engage the
edges of it.
Are you talkin' to me?
.............George Foreman
There's no one else here.
................George Michael
Are you talkin' to me?
...............George Patton
This time fellas, I'm pretty sure
he meant this message for
Gracie and I.
..............George Burns
If he ever stayed at Ramada INNS,
he is conversing with me, dudes.
.................George Gobel
He's pretty slick and topical.
It's obvious the message
was for my eyes only.
..............George Clooney
Just read this morning that
Jean-Claude Van Damme,
Chuck Norris, and Steven
Seagal all refused to be in
THE EXPENDABLES with
Sly Stallone. What a bunch
of prima donnas! They are
the losers. This flick will
be a popcorn summer
classic.
A politician is an arse
which everyone has sat
except a man.
.............e.e. cummings
What the frick is he saying?
Someone splain to me what
hell this limey is chattering
about!
......George W. Bush Jr.
Seems to be some kind of poetic
reference to bung holes and
the state of being and looking
like one to your the people who
elected your sorry ass.
.............William Jefferson Clinton
Isn't saying much for the individual
politician's integrity.
..............D.D. Eisenhower
"politician's integrity".....there is
an oxymoron if I ever heard one.
...............Edgar Poo
What's being left out here is the
whole issue of gay elected
officials who enjoy having someone
else sit on their ass for them.
.................Boy George
aka: Man George, Faggala George,
and dipshit georgie.
I am not afraid to die,
I just don't want to be
there when it happens.
...........Woody Allen
There is a huge portion of the
population of this country that
already think you did die like
5 years ago, and your young
Chinese wife is now directing
your new films as substitute
for what's left of your fan
base.
.................Christopher Rock
So don't show up for your own
death scene, Schmuck, just
phone it in like your have
your directing duties for several
years. What a cry baby!
.............Will Farrell
Don't listen to those pricks,
Woody. You are still the
Man; or at least our favorite
kvitching Jewish comic.
..............Uncle Milton
You must realize that one day
you will die Until then you
are worthless.
..................Chuck Palahniuk
Christ, it's mor wid da dyin bitchin and
philossophizin. Comeon, fuggeditaboutit!
Bunch a libreal browneye fag tree-huggin
fraidofeveryting jackwagons here.
git a grip dere.
..............Vinnie
One day, Charles, when you fully
extract other men from your backside
and brain, you will realize that
death is not a bogeyman. It is just
another doorway. We all go some
where.
...............Mickie Jackson
Maybe it's garnet instead of sapphire, how would I know?
...Rock Lithos
Hallo, Lane!!
Why not send Missoula one of your orchestral pieces; if they perform it (hopefully!!!!) you'll have to go there!!!
Toi, toi, toi!!!!!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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