Day Ninety Six

I started the day off right with a brisk motorcycle ride into work, the temperature was perfect and the sun was shining.  This is the time of year when everyone from New Jersey wants to pack up there golf clubs and head for Florida, how can you blame them.
    I'm slowly working my way through the Apple Pro Training course for Logic Pro 8.  I'm pretty familiar with most of the operations so far, but the short cuts and key commands to speed things up are a real help.  I'm sure I'll eventually get into some uncharted territory, a little brain exercise never hurt anyone.
Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:

  Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.  ~Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Day Thirty Three

I spent the day at the shop working on a couple projects, all I can  say is holy crap, was it hot.  I rode my Motorcycle into work this morning, and the morning air was a beautiful thing.  The ride home, on the other hand,  was brutal.  The low gas warning light came on as I was heading home, and my odometer showed I had gone 210 miles on that tank of gas.  These BMW's are some glorious machines, but they do require fuel to operate properly.   I've seen a few owners say that they have run out of gas when the gauge still showed a quarter tank, so rather than chance it I decided to fill up on the way home.  By the time I negotiated the road construction and every slow moving vehicle on the road I thought I would die of heat stroke.  Fortunately I didn't run out of go juice before I got to the station.  By the time I got home my helmet was dripping wet, I was pretty sure my brain had liquified and was now running down my back.  It kind of reminded me of a ride my brother and I took one time through the middle of Georgia in the dead of summer.  Not one of our brighter ideas.  So I'm sitting here drinking gobs of water trying to recover from another wonderful day.  I wonder if I can bribe the weathermen to send us a cold front, I'm willing to pay big bucks.
Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom:

 
People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs.
Alexei Sayle