# [Round Two O.C.T.O.B.E.R. XXIV] Throwback Thursday: October 12, 2012

OK, so this post is not quite as “throwback” as some of my older posts, but it doesn’t have to be.  I get to make the rules when I post!

Friday, October 12

Mom substituted for the Radetzky March [i.e. the alarm on my phone] at around 06:30.  I love her presence, and I excitedly got out of bed.  Without changing clothes, but with ear-itation, I bounded down the stairs in my inimitable style.  At the counter, I read the Journal Star, but none of the news held much interest.  I liked Zits with Jeremy as a Rubik’s Cube, though.

Mom made Mickey waffles!  One of many things that I love about coming home.  The dogs were well-behaved, and Dad and Casey were also down in the kitchen.  Tea, waffles, sunrise, and looking at pictures on my phone.  Another thing: the camera [that was damaged in the rain during the Four Star Bike Tour] appears to work, but the power switch is out of order and the close-up focus is not there.  What can I do?  Maybe a new camera will be a good gift for חנוכה [Hanukkah].  I then donned the “I ♥ CPN” T-shirt and khakis.

It was 07:40, and I called in for Battle, but was one of too many men.  I would have won too—challenged successfully a pop culture question and get Betty White as the #1 famous “Betty.”  I will try again on Monday if I can!  Of course, the questions will probably be much tougher!

Mom, Dad, and Casey left to leave me solo in the house.  I started by doing a little journaling from yesterday, but was not very productive on it.  I brought down the computer, checked e-mail, and then not so seamlessly transition to the next sentence.  שמעתי את רדיו לב המדינה, כי אני אוהב לשמוע למוסיקה מישראל! [I listened to Radio Lev Hamedina, because I love listening to Israeli music!]

Time to make Chex mix… er, “crack”!  It used 4 cookie sheets and double the recipe size from Evanston.  The butter I quartered from a full-pound slab, and on the third iteration, saw sparks!  It was in a foil covering, and I missed some of the foil.  Removing it didn’t zap me, and I used the oven for four of the racks.

While I baked, I also checked out the Kansas CD and began O.C.T.O.B.E.R. XII [so does this mean that I am now meta-blogging?] with the analysis of The Pinnacle, line by line.  Some of the lines were much more difficult than others to fit into my Birthright experience.  Still, it is interesting, as where I choose to break for analysis is a significant portion of what personalizes the experience.  I just hope that it doesn’t get me in trouble—I did give credit in the manuscript.

Once the blog and Chex Mix were done, I was a good boy and did the dishes, not only from the project, but from everything already in the sink.  It doesn’t bother me anymore, since I am used to hand-washing EVERYTHING in Evanston.  I know that I fought it earlier in life, but I am glad that Mom and Dad insisted that we do dishes then.

I tried for ten minutes to get Sara Lee [our Bernese mountain dog] to come in, but she wouldn’t come.  Mom said that was fine, so I proceeded to drive.  I took 70th to Highway 2, and stopped at US Bank at 56/Shady Creek, making CTA-style announcements en route.  I can do this alone!  Then, I headed to 33rd, Calvert, and Hanson.  Today’s sunrise has since abated for clouds, a strong wind northbound, and chilly weather!

At the Coren’s, Charlie was there, walking and on the phone.  He had just returned from the hospital or something after a surgery.  He looks great, and he still has his same character.  We chatted about my life at NU, as well as the tough questions about what is next.  I saw the tapestry with the הלל [Hallel] verse: “יומר נא ישראל… כי לעולם חסדו” [Let Israel say, G-d’s love endures forever] and sang it to myself too.  It was good to see him!  I can call Nancy on Sunday for advice about the דבר תורה [D’var Torah: sermon].

Next stop: UNL!  I took 27th to Capital Parkway, and continued to 17th along the tortuous road.  It is so open at the old Lincoln Poultry, and I also noticed new buildings downtown at 13/14 and Q.  I got a parking space in the Que Place Garage, and was on Level 7 (Brown).  Going down the stairs, green, blue, purple, red, orange, and yellow appeared, respectively.  Gives me an idea!

I walked to UNL via Centennial Mall and Union Plaza before cutting over to Cather.  Emma texted me, and we met in front of Pound.  Before the dining hall, I ran into Jane [one of the managers of the CPN dining hall], who told me that Joel wasn’t here today.  Darn it!  That won’t stop me from eating there.  Flora took my money, and Bill & Darlene got in on the act as well!

Lunch was dill cod, waffle fries, and veggies.  While eating, I chatted with Emma about her schedule, and she talked about a class with a non-communicating instructor.  She has appealed to the department head, and that’s a good proactive approach.  I never had these kinds of difficulties, but knowing how to deal with conflict is something that I need to… know.

We chatted with Bill and Darlene, about the future of this area on campus.  The [new] Knoll residences are unimaginatively named: “Knoll 1, Knoll 2, Knoll 3.”  There may be a Mini-Rec near this region in the near future.  Before we left Neihardt…

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[”I am chomping my chocalate [sic] chip cookie that aunt [sic] Pam made while sitting next to Mom in the Friedlander’s kitchen”-Noah]

~and I L♥VE my sister Casey *CW* 🙂

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And now, back to our regularly scheduled program.  We saw Husker Heroes in the basement of Raymond.  I saw Amy [former RD when I lived in Neihardt] and Toby in the basement, and we exited after Emma scanned her NCard to prevent the alarm from going off.  Walking across 17th, we landed at Knoll.  Her unit, 254, was next to the RA unit.  The halls are NICE, but it should be if it’s new!  The floor’s theme was Pokémon, with the name tags as Monster Balls.  Her unit had a “living room,” four private bedrooms, two sinks for both reasons, shower, toilet, full fridge/freezer, and kitchen sink.  Her room was messy, but only slightly smaller than my Engelhart room!

She escorted me to the entrance, and we hugged awkwardly at the door (since I was carrying a large load!)  I walked back to the Que Place Garage and held the Outlaw sauce in my arms.  Recalling the color pattern, I saw Level 8 on my way to exit.  It was goldenrod—not pink.  Boo!  The next stop was The Swiss Clock at 27/Superior, so I took Antelope Valley-14th until it became Superior [through a roundabout].  I found the Clock where Gamers used to be!

Sam helped me with my watch, and after a while, was able to find an effective replacement band.  [We chatted for a while about family and just catching up.]  After this, I drove through Historic Havelock and got to 84th, feeling throbs in the left thigh.

It was an easy drive to Firethorn, and at 84th and O, I noticed that the car dealership and Chinese buffet were gone.  [The latter has been a revolving door of Asian eateries ever since the Knickers sports bar that used to be there vanished].  The Back (West) Nine looks nice, and there are new houses in Firethorn.  At Gramma Lea & Papa’s, I stayed for a while.  We discussed my schooling plans, and more, while GSN was playing in the background.  There was some talk about sports and TV as well.

I left, turned off the car radio, and turned on TuneIn [from my phone] while driving.  It is my Friday routine with המסיבה [“The Party” program].  Nothing was noteworthy until I got home.  Once there, a few songs appeared that I re-recorded: סיגל, פתגם סיני, and such.  While waiting for Casey, I inefficiently journaled, also trying to get the dogs to decide IN or OUT.  I am not a good dog handler!

Casey was ready at about 16:50, and we proceeded to the office.  She was in a good mood as we discussed our days, but we hit EVERY red light and also witnessed a pile-up between O and Vine on 70th.  So much for the back way being faster!  Once at the office, we left in short order.

En route to Omaha, the marquee at 84/Cornhusker advertised Diesel for $4.23/gallon and Plus for$0.00/gallon.  They are rebuilding, so there’s not actually free gas.  The car ride to Omaha was largely unremarkable… ergo I skip ahead to services.  Somehow, we arrived at 12600 Pacific, TEN MINUTES EARLY!  Since שבת [Shabbat] had not yet started, some photos on the בימה [bimah] were taken, and I briefly schmoozed and hugged family members.

Services started with מנחה [Minchah: afternoon service].  Other than the עמידה [Amidah], it was almost entirely silent.  It was also quick, but not novice-friendly.  We then proceeded to קבלת שבת [Kabbalat Shabbat], starting with ידיד נפש [Yedid Nefesh], which has some differences from the Conservative version.  [Many of the second-person words are feminine in the Conservative, but masculine in the Orthodox]  I find that really interesting.   The service was hardly musical other than לכה דודי [Lecha Dodi].  That is one thing as to why I prefer Conservices.  The דבר תורה talked about ideas of family and such, present from בראשית [Genesis].

Then, dinner started after acknowledgments and קידוש [Kiddush].  It started with מצה [matzo] ball soup and salad, and some mini-חלות [challah].  Yum!  I sat next to Aunt Pam, Casey, and Rocky.  All sorts of “usual” conversation came up, and of course I am now behind on the journal.  The chicken, rice, and veggies all tasted wonderful with the honey glaze and such.  I also sat with the Sciolis, and that was good.

We left after bentsching at around 22:00.  Upon driving home, we discussed lights on the highway, which happened to be coming from the speedway [near Greenwood at Exit 420].  We also talked about roads, and other things that are now blending together as I attempt to catch up on my writing.  We got home after picking up at the office the cake [from Dad’s birthday yesterday] and Mom’s jacket.  We got home in short order, and then I got to bed around 23:10 or so.  It has been a long day!

>> TO BE CONTINUED…

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Today is the twenty-fourth day of O.C.T.O.B.E.R. That makes three weeks and three days.

# [Round Two O.C.T.O.B.E.R. XVII] Throwback Thursday: October 15, 2005

This journal came from my English 150H class, in some sense of an assignment.  Therefore, there is the random class notes in the middle of the journal, which I maintain in this post since it was “part” of that journal.  The stuff up until the divider that I will put is from October 14, 2005, and the stuff afterward I wrote on the 16th.  But, for all intents and purposes, this is about the 15th.  There are many extra details here because the English 150H class stressed photographic details in the writing.

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It’s Friday and I only have 4.5 pages!  Luckily, I get to go to a show in Omaha on Saturday with my friend Holly [last name redacted].  The show will take place at Omaha’s Orpheum, and I’ve awaited it ever since I won tickets on “Definitions!”  Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood will perform.  Those are two actors from “Whose Line Is It Anyway?”  I first saw a clip of the show during tenth grade, and then started watching it more regularly in my senior year.

What a good way to transition!  During my junior year [of high school], I began coming regularly to LSE sporting events, particularly football and basketball.  Holly participated in varsity cheerleading, stands about 5’6″, has tan skin, and a nice smile.  She had noticed me as a regular, and came to expect me as a superfan at the LSE events.  After the weekend that I traveled to Fort Dodge, she gave me a hard time, scolding me, “You weren’t at the last game!” and just playfully making fun of me, per se.  Not quite that, but maybe you understand what I’m saying…

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CONFERENCES – Blocks or annoyances

CLASS TIME – Good or bad?

Thoughts                   – He uses passive voice! ACK!

– He thought,             – Uses several metaphors

– “….”, he thought

– Use italics                 – ¶ 2: The blood and crisped hands

– Originality!  Go for it!

Color                                                                    Description

-Blue back, silver belly, blue dorsal fin…             – The SHARK

Changes ~Achievement to Dismay

-Delirium from exertion!  Altered state!

-Dialogue can be internal.                                          * Go for variety!

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Back to the Holly story.  I picked her up at 17:30 on Saturday, October 30 [sic].  We drove via Interstate 80 and chatted about life, school, work, and memories.  I often stumbled in mid-sentence, like this: “I have really enjoyed college, and… um, … um… I forgot what I was going to say!”  She laughed, “Ha-ha!  Noah, you are so funny!”  The drive to Omaha ended at 18:33 at Grammy’s house.

We walked to the porch and range the doorbell.  In a minute, Grammy opened the orange door that had the Star of David hanging on it.  I gave her a big hug and introduced her to Holly.  We walked inside and Grammy gave me the tickets to the show.  Despite having 82 years on her, Grammy looks ten years younger than that.  She is shorter than I, but I’ve always loved her.  While chatting, I mentioned, “We’ll go downtown and find somewhere to eat.”

Grammy replied, “Around the Orpheum, there are many restaurants.  The Panda House is good.”

Turning to Holly, I said, “Chinese sounds good to me.  Would you like that?”

“Sure! I’m starving.”

We left the house and took Dodge Street toward 20th.  Along the way, a truck cut me off and slowed down to turn right to a gas station.  Luckily, we watched carefully and had no trouble otherwise.  Once we got to Harney Street, we continued two blocks to a parking spot on the street.  I didn’t have to score 25 points either [i.e. do a 25-point turn to park there]!

We walked to 16th Street, and turned right.  Above us, we saw “Orpheum” [in cursive] on an overhang with “traveling” red lights.  People waited outside, chatting, pacing, smoking, or standing.  We took a left on 16th, and looked at another restaurant [which one it was: not mentioned in the primary source!], but a sign said, “ABSOLUTELY NO PERSONAL CHECKS OR CREDIT CARDS,” so we continued a block and found the Panda House on the corner.  We got immediate seating and service, seated on a wall with the window giving a view of the street.

Holly ordered peanut butter chicken, and I got sesame chicken.  We noticed shoes in the street, and a man in the bus stop.  A man stripped his top shirt to reveal a black cutoff.  The man in the bus stop exited, but the aggressor forcefully pushed him down and then fled.  We asked the server to call 911, and police eventually arrived.  Holly said, “I feel bad for him.”  I replied, “Unfortunately, we can’t, and shouldn’t, do anything… this person may be worse than [the aggressor].”  I saw the police talking and following him, but couldn’t hear what they were saying.

But for the food, my chicken tasted like sesame chicken (how does one actually describe how it tastes?)  I really enjoyed it, and it included broccoli too!  Holly’s chicken did indeed taste peanut-buttery.  “It’s OK, but not great.  But, I’m glad your Grammy gave this suggestion.”  At 19:40, we paid and left for the Orpheum.

Inside the Orpheum, we saw a lobby of mirrors.  The pillars held mirrors, and the floor sported a red and green carpet.  Goldish-colored vine and Webelos-patterned shapes grace the walls.  I thought, “This is an apartment building too.  These must cost a fortune!”  Aloud, I exclaimed, “This entrance fulfills my schema.  It’s an old-style theatre!”  There was a relatively big crowd, of people dressed from very casual to suit-and-tie.

We took a grand staircase and turned left.  At the landing, the door said “Loge 5.”  Our tickets were Loge 2, so it was simply walking about 25 steps amidst the people.  At the Loge 2 door, we presented our tickets to Jane, the ticket-taker.  She appeared to be about 60.  She led us to our seats, P-9 and P-11, respectively.  I wondered, “Why are the seats all odd-numbered?”  I got no response, however.

Our seats overlooked the stage from the balcony.  I saw the “near” balconies with curtains open and apparently well-to-do people in those seats.  The patterns from the entrance continued to the auditorium.  Because I have only been to the Lied, LSE, Pound, Culler, and Iowa Central Community College auditoriums, the layout forced me to process systematically.  But, I like the arc-balcony concept.  It allows different angles.

At 19:58, the ushers closed the doors and I mused, “It must be about to start.  But I didn’t take Technical Theatre…”  The lights went out 2-3 seconds after I finished that thought.  All attention shifted to the stage under the purple light, and the announcer boomed, “Please welcome Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood!”  Everyone began applauding and cheering.

They began by giving paper to the front row, asking for quotes of dialogue.  Then, they called two people to the stage for “Moving Bodies,” where Colin and Brad can only move when the volunteers move them.  The scene happened in Greece with a broken-down car.  We laughed while they opened the hood and then lifted the car, saying, “This is a really small car!”  They later used a moped, and holding the handlebars conjured the line, “In Greece, if you can’t carry it, you can’t ride it!”  Each punch line started hysterical laughing.

The next game was “Double Dub.”  Using two new audience members, Julie and Michael, lip movements were translated.  Colin dubbed for Michael and Brad; Brad dubbed for Julie and Colin.  I knew that this would induce laughter: a prison scene!  Holly assented to that, and we both enjoyed this scene.  Near the end, the two prisoners showed “homosexuality” as erotic quotes came about.  Colin also KISSED Brad!  In turn, we erupted with wild laughs, cheers, and 60-decibel applause.

After that, the game was good; it took us back to childhood.  They played the Dr. Seuss game.  Tonight, it happened in a dentist’s name.  But for the life of me, I cannot recall what it came to be!  But maybe something’s in my head, this is what Colin said: “My tooth is rotting of decay, I’m thus in dismay!”  Please pardon this–my recall self-destructed, so I’m using psychology–it’s constructed!

After the rhymes, circumlocution reigned.  Colin and Brad spearheaded the “quick change” game.  Three kids were summoned and presented with toy horns.  Any time that one or more horns sounded, whoever spoke had to change the previous sentence.  The scene happened in a hippo store, which obviously had more.  Check this out: “We’ve got hippos here!” *HONK* “We sell dogs!” *HONK* “We sell elephants” *HONK* Mice?  Yes indeed! *HONK* “We have anything you need.”  The *HONK* fest continued.  I remarked, “How many things can they keep thinking?”  The scene eventually blew up.

Colin sent Brad out of the auditorium.  During this time, he committed a horrible crime.  We got information by piecemeal requests, and here’s Brad’s crime: “Wearing a yarmulke made of Donald Trump’s hair, with an eye patch and chaps, he poked a penguin with a fork while playing cards with gnomes in Oconmawa in a sausage-mounting and squirrel-grooming boutique, with a Slinky!”

Colin interrogated Brad, using subtle clues to generate the various characteristics.  In trying to get “Oconmawa,” he suggested, “A thirsty baby.  He might ask for his… uh, female parent to get him something clear to drink!”  At every correct confession or part, we applauded Brad to keep him going.  As soon as he fully confessed, intermission started.  Someone in the lobby had an update from the Huskers game: Nebraska beat Baylor 23-14.

Upon return, Colin and Brad took the cards that the audience previously filled out.  They played this game as a Shakespearean drama about TOOTHPASTE.  Anachronisms ruled this game, and I laughed hard from the first pulled quote (Oh, yes.  Colin and Brad sometimes took these quotes from a basket and recited them regardless of the context.)  Colin exclaimed, “I will not stand for a lack of toothpaste!  I will gather the army and say, [looks at the suggestion] ‘What’s up with that pumpkin?'”  We were both cracking up the whole time, and this scene was a comedy–no death!

After that, Colin and Brad brought another volunteer up.  His name is Dave, and he manages Skagway Grocery in Grand Island.  He enjoys doing wood work, and other activities.  Two other men (forgot their details) were called as well, and bgrad was rapping with the men doing the choreography.  During the act, the lights flashed red with three intermittent, white spotlights.  Brad occasionally jammed, “What is your name!” to which Dave rapped, “I’m M.C. Dave!” It was funny, but I don’t really like rap.

The next game was Sound Effects, and induced my cheers–it’s my favorite on TV.  The scene involved a Vietnamese restaurant preparing to open.  My favorite two parts: (1) Colin went to use the microwave.  The audience member on the left went, “Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!”  But, then Colin said, “WHO LEFT the BEEPING CHICKEN in there!?”  (2) The restaurant catches on fire and Colin uses a bullhorn.  It came out, however, as “Get… Out <laugh> of here <hysterical laughs>!”  The audience members were great!

Colin and Brad described the finale as “the most dangerous improv game ever!”  They played the ABC game from the letter Q.  An eerie music emanated as Colin and peons placed 100 live mouse traps on the stage.  Both performers shed their shoes and socks, and put on blindfolds.  However, toward the end, it was as if they could see when they tried to attack the other with the mousetraps.  Each successful toss was greeted with raucous applause and cheering from the peanut gallery.  The show closed with a standing ovation.

We left the Orpheum, and walked amidst the others back to my car.  The rest of the night was uneventful, but suffice it to say, both of us got back to our respective pads safely.

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Today is the seventeenth day of O.C.T.O.B.E.R.  That makes two weeks and three days.

# Photoblog: 212 kilometers

As I have said in some recent posts, I was going to post some photos of the ride from Lincoln to Omaha.  However, since I did the Four Star Bike and Chow today, I figured that I would combine them, and give my 10 favorite pictures from each.

However, both of them focus heavily on the beginning and the end, because I am not good at budgeting my GoPro battery, since it only lasts about 2 hours total.

When I do the North Shore Century, I will not have any long footage times, so that I have enough to get some different photos.

Here goes nothing!

# Lincoln to Omaha

Dad and I bike through Walton, Nebraska. The old bike shop was torn down–it used to be where those cars on the right are.

The MoPac trail had a lot of trees, which made it really pretty to ride on.

The small town of Eagle, Nebraska. This was about 10 miles into our trip.

The convenience store in Elmwood that was our first stop en route to Omaha.

A cow painted on a building. This is for you, Mom!

Inside the Main Street Cafe in Louisville, Nebraska. This was our lunch break.

Crossing over the Platte River en route to Omaha.

The Millard water tower, and the intersection that stayed red in our direction for three cycles!

On the pedestrian bridge, I am standing with one foot in Iowa and the other in Nebraska!

# Four Star Bike and Chow

The group of people, myself included, in the last wave to start the 62-mile ride.

(Pointing at the eight people crossing): Scofflaw, scofflaw, scofflaw, scofflaw, scofflaw, scofflaw, scofflaw, scofflaw. (Sorry for the holier-than-thou attitude here…)

A Four Star bridge is perfect for the Four Star Bike and Chow!

However, I usually go to Rockwood Place for the Husker games nowadays.

MARSHAL! MARSHAL! MARSHAL! (I left my laser gun at home. Sheesh, give me a break here!)

The shadow signals not just a turn onto the forest preserve trail, but also implores you to LIVE LONG AND PROSPER.

An island in the Botanic Gardens. On the ride, we couldn’t see much of the gardens, but I had to get at least one reasonable look.

Westward over a green bridge. But (insert 80’s group other than Toto here), we’re not in Iowa anymore (nor in Nebraska)!

Interesting bikes are interesting, and I like seeing ellipticals on these rides.

Mission accomplished! I’ve got 100 kilometres under my belt!