Archive for January, 2005


15 January 2005 at 12:50 pm
by Jonah

The word “revamp” means

To patch up or restore; renovate.
To revise or reconstruct.

So so if revamp means to patch up, what does the word “vamp” mean?

To patch up (something old); refurbish.
To put together; fabricate or improvise.
Music. To improvise (an accompaniment, for example) for a solo.

So basically vamp and revamp mean the same thing. Like flammable and inflammable. Except maybe revamp means more to patch up again.

Actual Fact:

Leon Theremin, inventor of the Theremin, an electronic instrument you play without touching anything but the air around it (featured in the Beach Boy’s “Good Vibrations”), was convinced to the day he died that he could build a machine that would bring the dead back to life. He was still pursuing funding for this project up into his 90s.

Off to Chicago

14 January 2005 at 8:03 am
by Berck

I’m off to Chicago to return Sydney’s car. I figured since I was going up there, I might as well stay for a little bit, and so I’d planned on coming back on Monday. Sydney was a little slow with the plane ticket, so I’m actually returning on Tuesday.

I flew for the first time this year yesterday. It was my last flight of Stage 1 Commercial, which means I have a Stage Check when I get back. I have to prove I can fly places, accurately estimate how long it’s going to take me to get places, and divert to some other place I won’t know about until I’m told to fly there. Shouldn’t be any big deal.

Don’t forget to feed the fish!

Uh oh

10 January 2005 at 7:27 pm
by Jonah

Berck is making spaghetti.

And by that I mean he’s making the pasta. Actually, I think it’s linguine. He’s using our new pasta making attachment to the KitchenAid mixer. It works fantastically better than we even dreamed it would.

For your listening pleasure

10 January 2005 at 4:40 pm
by Jonah

Guinea Pigs



Fruit Loops

6 January 2005 at 8:37 pm
by Jonah

At morning break today…

Greg, whose first language is Spanish, was browsing one of the food vending machines in the breakroom. It’s a pretty big machine, almost half automat, with buttons that let you spin the whole interior rack around to view the paltry samples of out-of-date $3 sandwiches, little cartons of milk, or cans of cran-grape juice.

Lawrence, who is about 6 foot, 115 pound and smokes like a chimney, strode in hungry and nicotine-starved. It’s people like Lawrence who make me think about getting into vending. He eats one item out of the vendomat at morning break, two items for lunch, and another item at afternoon break. Then there’s all the Dr Pepper he consumes. He must spend at least $10 a day in the breakroom.

Lawrence leaned against the edge of the machine and watched Greg whirl the shelves. Whrrr. Whrrr. Lawrence looked like he was getting hungry enough to eat Greg.

Finally, Lawrence asked, “You looking for a burrito?”

“What deed you say?” said Greg.

By now Lawrence was grinning. “Are you looking for a burrito?”

Greg raised his voice. “You looking for CRACKERS? I think I saw some in this machine.” He slapped the smaller vending machine next to the vendomat.