• Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

    Tsunami town USA, The King’s Speech

    Sometimes living in a small coastal town lets you take life at your own pace. The bay regulates the temperature, never too hot and rarely too cold. The tide comes in and the tide goes out. Whales migrate off shore, in their turn; humpbacks, gray whales, orcas and blue whales all linger over the nutrient rich up swells from the submarine Monterey Canyon. The dolphins and the surfers play, in the same surf, all year long. At one point we enjoyed calling ourselves Surf City, USA. Seems that Huntington Beach made a claim on that name. So as of March 11, 2011, we should be Tsunami City, USA (take that…

  • Beauregard the Doberman,  Bon Mots and Cheap Shots,  I Like Ike

    Looking for a lifeline

    I think we’ll keep working on a theme. Yesterday marked the one year anniversary since I brought home Ike.  He was a trainwreck of a dog and I almost stopped and put him down on the way home.  I’m glad I didn’t.  He was supposed to be getting three hots and a cot and get let go in a week or so.  Ike didn’t get the memo.  He hit the porous slate and carpet floors here and got better.  PBE readers chipped in and helped him get better through SND and  I appreciate that.  And here we are. June 18th marked the three year anniversary of Beauregard’s death.  I can just now…

  • Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

    Scent and a sound I’m lost and I’m found

    I’ve mentioned that I use Buffini Company’s system for my business.  I have one of their coaches.  Satan.  He pushes me hard enough that sometimes I just want to push back.  I did that on Friday.  I sent him the email with my schedule and he wanted me to go do a face to face (not on the schedule) with a client.   Any client.  My response?  I didn’t shower until 5pm. Now that’s not to say I wasn’t doing things that needed doing.  I made my calls.  But I really, really, really needed to clean my office.  At the end of the day I’d filled my waste basket three…

  • Corporate Wankers

    The mirror speaks, the reflection lies

    These guys are agents at the Cult of Red. Huge producers who go around the country teaching others how to succeed in the short sale market. We had a deal in our office last year where Chase wouldn’t work with the owner or agent on the short sale, the buyer finally walked and the homeowner said “Screw it”, walked away and moved to Texas. SIX MONTHS LATER Chase sends the homeowner in Texas a letter saying they will pay him $30,000 to short sale his house. He calls back his agent at the Cult of Red and sonofabitch if they don’t short sell the house and the homeowner gets $30,000.…

  • Cycling

    I won’t argue with myself, today my legs are gettin’ some hell

    And now, the Ride. Day 1 we rode from the Cow Palace to Santa Cruz. Quite honestly if not for the weather this ride just wasn’t bad. We were jacked up on the coast for about an hour because the road was only one way and controlled by a long light, but it really wasn’t bad. This is a little older route, but is very close to what we did. AIDS Life cycle – Day 1 Find more Cycling Routes / Bike Rides in South San Francisco, CA The hill profile is almost identical to what we did, so about 2500 feet of climbing. The real route was 82.5 miles.…

  • Cycling

    There’s no way we could disguise it

    Jackassery, party of twenty three hundred and sixty one, your table is ready. When I decided to do the AIDS/Lifecycle, I didn’t really think it out.  I’m famous for not thinking things through in the beginning.  I really didn’t think about 1) what it entailed 2) what it would be like.  For instance, I knew it was 545 miles.  I knew we had to ride 70 per day on the average.  I didn’t put together that it meant ride 84, then 106 the next day, then 66 the next day, then 98 the next day and then have a 40 mile recovery ride followed by 85 and 65.  The gravity of…

  • Cycling

    And I’m bound to keep on ridin’

    I think that was the longest I’ve ever gone without writing.  I didn’t realize that I didn’t get anything up the week before I left until, like, ten minutes ago.  If you had seen this place that week you’d have run and hidden.  It was insane. I hadn’t camped since 1974 when a bear came and swatted my sleeping bag.  I was way down in the bottom hiding when he looked down the bag at me.  My friend says “They can smell fear”.  Great.  It turned out to be a cub but that ended camping for me.  I still have that sleeping bag which has a tear in it, but…