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the weather
Apr. 11th, 2006 08:07 pmWhen I left work it was 50°. Half an hour later, the temp went up by fifteen degrees.
After an hour, it went back down to where it started.
After an hour, it went back down to where it started.
Apr. 11th, 2006
1935 Mead Air-powered Ice Sled
Apr. 11th, 2006 09:34 pmFound on e-bay:
This “Cyclone” glider, produced in Chicago, IL was referred to as the American sport sensation of the 1930’s. It was built from a kit and the single seater was featured on the cover of the Feb. 1935 Popular Mechanics Magazine. It is a two seater which is made of spruce, plywood and canvas and has contoured sheet metal on its nose. There is some peeling paint on its fuselage and soft wood on its front support. It is in good to fair condition for its age.
A 1925 Harley Davidson V-twin 74 cubic inch 1200 cc motor powers this “Silver bullet” of yesteryear. The motor is freed up with good compression.
As quoted from Mead promotional literature, “The deep-throated drone of the front propeller recalls the thrilling roar of a diving pursuit plane. Cyclone’s low hung, perfectly streamline fuselage slips through the air with a minimum of resistance.”
See it at e-bay.
This “Cyclone” glider, produced in Chicago, IL was referred to as the American sport sensation of the 1930’s. It was built from a kit and the single seater was featured on the cover of the Feb. 1935 Popular Mechanics Magazine. It is a two seater which is made of spruce, plywood and canvas and has contoured sheet metal on its nose. There is some peeling paint on its fuselage and soft wood on its front support. It is in good to fair condition for its age.
A 1925 Harley Davidson V-twin 74 cubic inch 1200 cc motor powers this “Silver bullet” of yesteryear. The motor is freed up with good compression.
As quoted from Mead promotional literature, “The deep-throated drone of the front propeller recalls the thrilling roar of a diving pursuit plane. Cyclone’s low hung, perfectly streamline fuselage slips through the air with a minimum of resistance.”
See it at e-bay.
I need projects. I need something to do. Something to accomplish. Or, if I have something to do, I need to do it.
Here's what I've done recently: replaced the porch lights.
By "recently," I mean this year. I've done almost nothing. I did try burning some brush last night, but I failed. I have a few things that need to get done, but I just can't get myself motivated to do them. I sit in front of the computer a lot. I need to quit that. I need to call some friends that I haven't talked with in a while. I need to burn that brush. I need to replace the sump pump. I need to read a couple of books. Most importantly, I need to do a drawing and print. I promised my dad I'd do that early this year. Earlier than now.
I have several problems with doing anything. I've been so tired lately. I just drag. Until recently, we've been off daylight savings time, and it hasn't been light after I got home from work. It's light until after 7:00 now, so that should help. Cyn goes to bed around 9:00, so I don't like to make much noise after that (we should be okay, as long as I don't walk up and down the hallway a lot, or work in the basement, directly underneath the bedroom). That cuts out about two hours from my evening. After Christmas, I took a break. I haven't gotten myself off of that break. Did I mention how tired I am all the time? I think if I just get myself moving, I'll be all right. I spend too much time on the computer. I used to prohibit myself from turning it on until 10:00. I need to get back to that. I've tried telling myself that, but when I don't have anything else to do, I turn the computer on.
Failure doesn't help matters, either. I'm trying to draw, but nothing's working. But that's a high priority project, so I put off other things until I get somewhere with it. Then I don't work on the drawing, so I don't work on anything else, either. And the damn brush pile. You'd think a pile of sticks would light up like a torch. No such luck. It's going to take a lot of work to get it burnt, and I couldn't make myself put forth the effort. And even my Shadowrun game has sucked, lately. That's something else I need to do before thursday - only one night left to get my shit together.
So those are many of my excuses.
I need to do things. There are two kinds of things I need to do. One is projects. I need to get things done. Why? Because the place is a mess. Well, some of it. And I don't like that. I need to get the basement workroom cleaned out. And get the back storage rooms organized. The garage needs cleaning. All that stuff gets in the way. And it feels so good to accomplish things. Gardening, too, when it warms up. The other sorts of things I need to do are fun things, like reading books. I'd like to make a website too, but who knows. If I got off of my ass, I would do both project and fun sorts of things, so don't bug me about working too hard.
Discipline breeds discipline. And it seems I can't even have much fun without discipline.
Here's what I've done recently: replaced the porch lights.
By "recently," I mean this year. I've done almost nothing. I did try burning some brush last night, but I failed. I have a few things that need to get done, but I just can't get myself motivated to do them. I sit in front of the computer a lot. I need to quit that. I need to call some friends that I haven't talked with in a while. I need to burn that brush. I need to replace the sump pump. I need to read a couple of books. Most importantly, I need to do a drawing and print. I promised my dad I'd do that early this year. Earlier than now.
I have several problems with doing anything. I've been so tired lately. I just drag. Until recently, we've been off daylight savings time, and it hasn't been light after I got home from work. It's light until after 7:00 now, so that should help. Cyn goes to bed around 9:00, so I don't like to make much noise after that (we should be okay, as long as I don't walk up and down the hallway a lot, or work in the basement, directly underneath the bedroom). That cuts out about two hours from my evening. After Christmas, I took a break. I haven't gotten myself off of that break. Did I mention how tired I am all the time? I think if I just get myself moving, I'll be all right. I spend too much time on the computer. I used to prohibit myself from turning it on until 10:00. I need to get back to that. I've tried telling myself that, but when I don't have anything else to do, I turn the computer on.
Failure doesn't help matters, either. I'm trying to draw, but nothing's working. But that's a high priority project, so I put off other things until I get somewhere with it. Then I don't work on the drawing, so I don't work on anything else, either. And the damn brush pile. You'd think a pile of sticks would light up like a torch. No such luck. It's going to take a lot of work to get it burnt, and I couldn't make myself put forth the effort. And even my Shadowrun game has sucked, lately. That's something else I need to do before thursday - only one night left to get my shit together.
So those are many of my excuses.
I need to do things. There are two kinds of things I need to do. One is projects. I need to get things done. Why? Because the place is a mess. Well, some of it. And I don't like that. I need to get the basement workroom cleaned out. And get the back storage rooms organized. The garage needs cleaning. All that stuff gets in the way. And it feels so good to accomplish things. Gardening, too, when it warms up. The other sorts of things I need to do are fun things, like reading books. I'd like to make a website too, but who knows. If I got off of my ass, I would do both project and fun sorts of things, so don't bug me about working too hard.
Discipline breeds discipline. And it seems I can't even have much fun without discipline.