Picking up Carl from the Harley Store

This afternoon I buzzed out on my motorcycle to the Albany Harley Davidson store to meet Carl who was picking his bike up after getting it serviced.  I nearly missed him at the shop because I got stuck in the nightmareish traffic that pops up in downtown Corvallis every evening at about quitting time.

From the shop we rode north, passed under the freeway, went through Millersburg, and accidentally got on the freeway headed south.  We went all the way down to the Brownsville exit where we jumped off and headed west trying to find Peoria.  We mistakenly turned onto 99E instead of going further west to Peoria Road.  The ride up 99E was fine just the same.

Total mileage: 72 miles.

Gas purchased with 91 miles on odometer.  1.745 gallons.  $5.76 total.  52.2 miles/gallon.

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New One-Page Resume

After neglecting my one-page resume in favor of my Curriculum Vitae for the last year or so, I finally found the motivation to dust off the old resume and get it up-to-date. The new version includes more details about my employment with Rosendin Electric, my time working with the recreational and research SCUBA programs at OSU, quantification of some of the projects I worked on and budgets I managed, and more details about my graduate studies.

My updated resume is available for viewing either through the provided link or on the portfolio page.  Speaking of that page, I really need to spruce it up and update it one of these days.

Walking Along the Circle Bike Path

Tonight Samantha and I went for a walk rather than a jog.  Neither of us were particularly feeling in a jogging mood.  Walking up the side road that I speculate may have been the original way up Witham Hill from the east, we saw a small herd of deer munching on the landscaping of a house.  Down in the wetlands, we were bombarded by a host of bats as night fell.  The cat that we had seen several nights previous with the “I’m Not Lost” tag made a reappearance far down the wetland path.  That kitty has quite the range!

Walking back to the house, we were accosted by several more cats out looking for some loving.  It seems that neighborhood is quite the mecca of petting-whore cats.

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