Saturday, April 17, 2010

You Kay

I had the opportunity to visit the UK for the first time a few weeks ago, and it was a business trip which means it was rather inexpensive for me! My traveling partner was my workmate Nate, as the others on the trip had different travel arrangements.


The Union Jack

The majority of our trip was spent in Cambridge, and the nature of our business there was the demonstration of, training with, and delivery of a pair of our eyeglasses to a particularly sharp gentleman who's lost the vast majority of his ability to move or communicate.

However, before we got down to business, we got to spend a morning in the nearby town of Ely exploring the cathedral there.


Outside Ely Cathedral


Ribcage


The Octagon

And a few from a wander around Cambridge after dark one evening. Cambridge is the college town upon which all other college towns are modeled. Replete with maniacal wobbly cyclists, food from every corner of the globe, and exquisitely manicured grounds, places like Harvard wish they were in a different Cambridge than they are.


Punters


One of many churches in Cambridge

Now down to business...the aforementioned sharp gentleman is none other than Stephen Hawking, an example of absolute brilliance shackled in a body wracked by four decades of the slow decay brought on by ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease).


Examining our creation


Light reading


Portrait


Center for Mathematical Sciences, Hawking's office

And a couple from a daytime wander through Cambridge.


Cathedral at King's College


First signs of spring

With our business finished, we had a day to ourselves in London. Again, my first time there, so we got to familiarize ourselves with the Tube (confusing at first, but it goes EVERYwhere) and some of the classic sights of the city.


Good luck

We made a walking loop from Picadilly Circus to Trafalgar Square, across the river to the Eye, back across the river to Parliament, Big Ben, and Westminster Abbey, then over to Buckingham Palace and back to Picadilly Circus.


The Eye

And on St. Patrick's Day, we met up with Ethel's mate Daniella, who took us to a few Irish pubs that were packed, as most of London wasn't really observing this holiday. You know, not being Ireland and all.


Near Covent Garden

After a pair of flights home that incorporated 9 out of the top 10 travel nightmare cliches, we got back into the normal swing of things in both life and work. Another country ticked off my big world map, the opportunity to meet a remarkable man, and more jetlag than I care to deal with in the space of 6 days!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Huevos de Carlos

My cousin and friend Norm just turned 30. The party was at his brother Charlie's house.

Charlie has six chickens now, and two of them are cheeky enough that I found them inside on Charlie's bed. Ran to get the camera but the chickens had been relocated outside by the time I got back.

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Murphy lulls Benedict to sleep

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Rugged

I went to high school with Ben and his sister (she's my age) many moons ago.

Bacon-wrapped cream-cheese-filled jalapenos were had by all, and life is thus good.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Vegas and Red Rocks

Working through my backlog...

A few weeks ago Ethel and I made a quick excursion to the City of Sin to make use of the prize I got at the Silverman Triathlon in 2008. Glorious prize...a suite at the Wynn for two nights and a very generously comped dinner. That's all the excuse I need to get on a Southwest flight, tolerate the madness that is Vegas, and do a little exploring.

Let's start at the Wynn, and we'll move on from there.


Private entryway to the Tower Suites


The tour begins; our living room at the Wynn


The tour continues; our bathroom (!)


Self portrait


Lake of Dreams at the Wynn

We had a full day in between our travel days, so we rented a cheap car and fled the Strip for Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area, conversationally known as Red Rocks. This gem may be the most redeeming place in all of Vegas, and it's awfully close.


Ethel examines the pool underneath a seasonal waterfall in Red Rocks


Goofy self portrait - "go on in there, I'm sure there aren't any snakes."


Scales


Compartments

After wandering around Red Rocks proper for a while, we followed a tip from one of Ethel's workmates and rallied our rental car on the dirt road to Black Velvet Canyon, part of Red Rocks but away from the popular loop road and largely unknown to all but rockclimbers.


Cacti in Black Velvet Canyon

This day of exploring the desert was amply rewarded by our tasty dinner at Bartolotta at the Wynn; I'm awfully glad that wasn't a bill I needed to pick up.

'Twas good to get away from Reno for a couple of days, even if it was to Vegas!

Monday, March 15, 2010

High Tech

I'm quite excited, because today I get to deliver this creation to a very deserving and brilliant gentlemen in Cambridge, United Kingdom. It's a talented team that designed and built this expensive little bundle of optics, and I'm honored to be on the delivery crew.

More to follow ;)

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Eye-Com, rendered

Thursday, March 11, 2010

On Fear and Consequences

This is a tough one to write. For the second time in his life, my excellent friend Grant suffered some serious injuries in a snow-related accident. A decade ago, it was a bad day on skis, and last Friday, it was a bad day on a snowmobile.

Deep in the Sonora Pass backcountry, Grant flew his Ski-Doo motorized refrigerator a few feet too far and landed flat, literally exploding his L1 vertebra upon impact, which in turn did some damage to his spinal cord. Thanks in no small part to the top-notch backcountry buddies he was with that day, who calmly and efficiently did everything right, he was safely aboard a helicopter within about 2 hours of the accident.

Lesson #1: No matter how easy of a day it's supposed to be, choose your crew wisely. You never know when they'll make the difference that will save a life, speed recovery, or minimize collateral damage.

Now, approaching a week in the ICU, he's had a horribly invasive 2-for-1 surgery that replaced the disintegrated vertebra with a prosthesis and is in constant wrenching pain. While immediately after the accident, he had little to no feeling below the waist, he's now regained feeling in certain areas. His rehab doctor is very optimistic about his chances for a full recovery, although she's anticipating 1-2 years until he walks again. Knowing Grant's lust for life and generally positive attitude, I've got no doubt that he'll meet or beat that estimate. That being said, it's a long road to recovery no matter what. Thankfully, he's got an amazing wife, a fully supportive family, and the most extensive network of friends I've ever witnessed, so he'll never be without help and encouragement at any point along the way.

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Grant, in a typical moment atop skis. Dropping in to the big side of Once is Enough, Kirkwood.

So here's where this gets interesting. After his skiing accident, Grant toned down the stuff he'd ski. In the same breath, however, I'll note that he will still select and successfully ski lines that would make 99% of other skiers' blood curdle. In other words, he refused to insulate himself from risk or otherwise ensure that he'd never experience an accident like that again.

I'm quite certain that he'll pilot a snowmobile again, and whether that's true or not, I have a pretty good idea that his liberating lifestyle of challenging his mind, body, and soul will not substantially change. Why? Even after 2 horrifically debilitating accidents that have subjected him to years of pain, surgery, and rehabilitation, the consequences of leading the lifestyle that landed him there are far more palatable than the alternative, which consists of avoiding risk at every turn, never experiencing enlightening moments, and living a life largely devoid of triumph or failure, merely bouncing along in a soft sphere of complacence and "good enough."

So to where does that bring us? We arrive at a quote from Helen Keller.

"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold."

Go ahead. Read it again. Out loud, even.

Grant and I agreed long ago that these were words to live by. These words do not advocate reckless forays into no-win situations, but rather calculated and confident approaches to challenges of any sort. And yes, that's a fine line, but the line broadens when one approaches it. In other words, the balance between reckless abandon and quiet, confident success when faced with imminent doom only appears precarious from a long way away.

From my own experience, I was able to choose a path nearly a decade ago after a bad day on my snowboard. Fortunately, I chose the path that constructed the accident as an enriching experience, one to learn from, and an opportunity for improvement. Choosing that path has largely shaped who I am today, and I wouldn't change a second of it. All the pain, doubt, and repetitive rehabilitation, wrapped into a big bundle of Awful, is still a small price to pay for the joy I've lived before and after.

After a few days of being there for his family, I finally got in to see Grant yesterday. I won't write about his condition. I shared good wishes from many people, we chatted for a bit, and we parted after a moment of coherence on his part when he implored me to spread the word to everyone to get out there and live life to its fullest.

Setbacks are setbacks, but the benefits of living one's life in embrace of danger and uncertainty far outweigh the associated downfalls. They even further outweigh the best outcome of a life lived gently bouncing along. May Helen's words resonate strongly in your soul as you continue (or embark) upon your journeys. If you can't take her word for it, best of luck. You're better off clicking those poles together and dropping in, ready to stomp the landing. Otherwise, you're just falling off a cliff.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Feed Me

After a terrifying drive over Kingsbury, a quick sleep in a huge suite at The Ridge, a short-notice daytime wedding photographed with Riley, and a stopover in Incline for a rest and a meal and a meetup with Ethel, we sent Riley back over the hill and spent the night at Stateline for a concert at the Cal Neva.

Unfortunately, North Tahoe's Stateline ain't Reno when it comes to finding late-night food. Hungry after hours of dancing at a show that started at 10pm, we went for a little wander before we found anything of interest.

Cal Neva? No food whatsoever ("sustain thyselves on your gin-soaked martini olives and dreams of progressive jackpots, double-down twenty-ones, and sleazy one-night-stands, you degenerates," they laugh). Biltmore? Reheated bean 'n cheez burritos and mini pizzas (no thanks). Crystal Bay Club? 3am treasure trove.

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Beacon of hope

Little bistro thing, open 'til 4 or 4:30am, with friendly staff and cheap good food. Eggs, bacon, potatoes, toast, and two massive hot chocolates for the princely sum of $6.70.

Of particular interest were the hand-painted tables, each quite different from the others.

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Well done, Crystal Bay Club

Monday, March 1, 2010

Verdi Inn

After otherwise failed photo missions on two consecutive nights due to my inability to recon the desired site along the river during the day, Ethel and I cut our losses and headed into Verdi for a drink. Next door to the old Cedars (now the Sasquatch...odd choice of name), is the old Verdi Inn.

With a storied past and an uncertain future, all that's left now is a rotted structure that could very well be unsafe to walk on. Or near.

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Verdi Inn under moonlight

Past Detritus