One week down, one week to go. I made it through 6 days without getting arrested! I'm still going to keep the state department on notice however, just in case. Since I've been here I finished teaching one course, started another, tried real sushi, toured Tokyo, and made some other... "observations."
It's good to be back in the classroom, even if my students have no idea what I'm saying. Anyone who thinks teaching through an ASL interpreter is difficult really ought to try lecturing through a translator. It's a whole different ball game. Add to that I am forced to use lecture notes that someone else prepared, and it's been quite the trial. I always prefer to write my own material, but I didn't have any time to be doing that this time around.
The students are great. It's a lot like teaching college -- most of them want to be there, and the few that don't just sit there with a dumb look on their face waiting for lunch time. It's kind of fun to help them practice their English. Apparently English is taught more as a read and written language than a spoken language here. It's amazing how well they are able to navigate the software -- which is written entirely in US English. Don't get me started on the keyboards. Not only are all the non-alpha keys in the wrong spot... there's a ton of extra buttons and jibberish on there I don't understand. More than twice I've found myself doing the hunt-and-peck during a lecture. Not cool.
Enough business. Let's talk sushi. Everyone knows I don't like sushi. I make no secret of it -- everyone has their thing. Some people don't like mayonnaise, some people don't like sour cream, some people even don't like cream cheese. Me, I don't like any of that crap. Especially sushi. I have no problem shooting down plans when people say "let's get sushi!" It's the one thing I refuse to eat in the USA. But when in Rome... so I got it out of the way early. I let my client order for me because everything was written in jibberish and there were no pictures. I should have known better than to go to a restaurant that had no oven, stove, or cooking utensils. What came out looked like the trash bin outside the New England Aquarium: squid, octopus, eel, roe, fish, and rice. Most of the fish dealies were actually pretty good. Except the salmon which had roe on it -- pass. The octopus and squid were tough. I tried not to chew them but the octopus was huge so I couldn't avoid it. The mystery shell fish went down easy -- I just swallowed it. Then came the eel. I wouldn't have known it was eel if I hadn't asked, but I asked. And it was awful. Salty, almost pickled, mushy, with a skin of some kind... and it was gigantic. Like 6" long and 2" wide and you were supposed to eat it all at once with a giant wad of rice using chop sticks. I washed it down with some soy sauce, but spent the rest of the day wondering what was going on in my stomach.
Speaking of chop sticks... hmm... how do I say this delicately? I'm all for tradition, but at some point the Luddite in all of us needs to embrace the simplest of technological advances and stop getting between me and my food. I've been here 6 days now and I'm getting pretty good with the chop sticks, but I just don't get it. I watched an elderly woman try to cook for us today, and she fought for 3 minutes using chop sticks trying to turn the asparagus so it wouldn't burn. Had she used tongs? done. Ah well.
Today I did a day tour of Tokyo. Kind of pricey for what it was, but I'm far too lazy to go out and find most of these things on my own. If nothing else it forced me to learn the subway system and what all the different areas of the city are about. And I found a bonsai tree that's over 500 years old. Chew on that one for a while. That tree started growing while the paint on the Mona Lisa was still wet!
I did most of the touristy stuff -- temples, towers, gardens. I saw the great temple at Asakusa, went to the top of the Tokyo tower, had a "bbq" at a Japanese restaurant, and participated in a tea ceremony. I also rode a bus, chased a swan, and crashed a wedding. And the little old lady at the tea house loved my "Matsuzaka" t-shirt written in Japanese. Not much energy to write anything else, pictures to follow. More touristy stuff likely tomorrow.
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Mushi Mushi! First Day in Japan
When my boss woke me up at 6 in the morning to ask me if I wanted to go to Japan, I almost hung up on him because I thought he was pulling my leg. That's what he does. And yet, a few weeks later, here I am on my way to Japan. I'm flying 6000 miles across 11 time zones to teach a group of consultants to do what I do. My first reaction after asking 15 or 20 times if he was serious was "why don't *I* just go to Japan and do what I do?". No dice.
The trip actually started out as somewhat of a disaster. My flight from LA to Tokyo got canceled. They wanted to rebook me through Chicago leaving LA at midnight. No thanks. Then my flight from San Diego was canceled, and my new flight was delayed. All three were mechanical problems, ugh.
I managed to spend the night in Dallas which was good because flying 12 hours on no sleep can't be any fun. I don't want to find out. I met a couple characters at the bar. One of them was intimately familiar with the Irish bar in Iowa that my friend and I forgot our names at and spent 45 minutes explaining to me why we need to annex Mexico to put an end to the drug wars. The other got to his room, found it in such bad shape that got a free unlimited bar tab because he asked the manager if wild animals had been having sex in his bed. I made it through 3 bud lights and called it a night.
It's now 930am Japan time, which means I have been on this plane for over 9 hours should be touching down in about 3.5 hours. So far I've watch two movies, 7 episodes of the office, slept for 2 hours, and read my lecture notes 4 times. I still have how many time zones left? I just crossed the international date line which is fun -- never done that before! With any luck I'll do it several more times before I head to the other side of the grass.
--skip a few hours--
All in all the flight wasn't too bad. The movies, tv shows, constant feeding, and lay-flat seat made it tolerable. Getting through the Japan border was interesting, and I'm sad to say that now two governments have my fingerprints. The bus ride from Narita to Tokyo was fun -- this is definitely one of the greenest cities I've come across in a while (the parts we drove through anyway). Lots of trees, bushes, vines, shrubbery.
I finally made it to my hotel, checked in, and wandered my little part of Tokyo a bit. I did everything in my power to be the annoying tourist, snapping photos of completely useless things simply because they had jibberish scrawled on them. The aforementioned foliage lost it's appeal when I surrendered my sound-insulating bus windows and started walking the streets. It seems as though every tree bush and shrub was infested with nature's most horriffic noisemakers. Something between a cricket and an angry cicada. I stopped at every crosswalk looking for the button that said "insect poison". Sadly, I didn't find one. Not even a "release the hounds" button.
I did learn a few things today though:
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The trip actually started out as somewhat of a disaster. My flight from LA to Tokyo got canceled. They wanted to rebook me through Chicago leaving LA at midnight. No thanks. Then my flight from San Diego was canceled, and my new flight was delayed. All three were mechanical problems, ugh.
I managed to spend the night in Dallas which was good because flying 12 hours on no sleep can't be any fun. I don't want to find out. I met a couple characters at the bar. One of them was intimately familiar with the Irish bar in Iowa that my friend and I forgot our names at and spent 45 minutes explaining to me why we need to annex Mexico to put an end to the drug wars. The other got to his room, found it in such bad shape that got a free unlimited bar tab because he asked the manager if wild animals had been having sex in his bed. I made it through 3 bud lights and called it a night.
It's now 930am Japan time, which means I have been on this plane for over 9 hours should be touching down in about 3.5 hours. So far I've watch two movies, 7 episodes of the office, slept for 2 hours, and read my lecture notes 4 times. I still have how many time zones left? I just crossed the international date line which is fun -- never done that before! With any luck I'll do it several more times before I head to the other side of the grass.
--skip a few hours--
All in all the flight wasn't too bad. The movies, tv shows, constant feeding, and lay-flat seat made it tolerable. Getting through the Japan border was interesting, and I'm sad to say that now two governments have my fingerprints. The bus ride from Narita to Tokyo was fun -- this is definitely one of the greenest cities I've come across in a while (the parts we drove through anyway). Lots of trees, bushes, vines, shrubbery.
I finally made it to my hotel, checked in, and wandered my little part of Tokyo a bit. I did everything in my power to be the annoying tourist, snapping photos of completely useless things simply because they had jibberish scrawled on them. The aforementioned foliage lost it's appeal when I surrendered my sound-insulating bus windows and started walking the streets. It seems as though every tree bush and shrub was infested with nature's most horriffic noisemakers. Something between a cricket and an angry cicada. I stopped at every crosswalk looking for the button that said "insect poison". Sadly, I didn't find one. Not even a "release the hounds" button.
I did learn a few things today though:
- Japan drives on the left side. Nope, did not know that. Britain, you're no longer the only nutjobs out there.
- The Japanese character set is a practical joke to keep the rest of the world from populating this already-cramped island. The characters mean nothing. There's just enough English numbers and a few words here and there to get the point across... the rest of it is just implied knowledge only the locals have.
- Bike crossing lanes are for bikes ONLY. Not for walking. If you walk in a bike lane, you will get hit by a bike. and the little old lady riding it.
- Japanese women do not drive 20km/h under the speed limit with their blinkers on in Japan. The ones that did were deported and imigrated to the US long ago, and they are now our problem. Japan has it's own problems: crickets.
- Everything smaller than a cement brick that can be handed from person to person is done so as if it was a precious piece of art. It's kind of fun, the guy at the am/pm was so very respectful handing me a receipt for a pack of gum.
- Tokyo is CLEAN. Are you listening New York?? They collect the trash more than once a month here!
- The Japanese have found a way to bend the law of physics and get a full pot water to boil in under 30 seconds. Honest, I saw it with my own eyes. Apparently hot water is a cornerstone of the culture here or something.
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Friday, July 31, 2009
Cattle Class
Coming back to the states after a brief trip to England, I realized I had made some sort of a clerical error in how many upgrades I had left. Turns out I had 1, not 3. I'm usually pretty good with those things... and I hadn't even been drinking when I booked the tickets. So the choice to be made: fly business class on a day flight from London to New York, or an overnight from LA to Tokyo. HMMMMMM.
So here I sit in the back of the bus: cattle class as it's called. And I now realize why people don't travel more. This SUCKS. The seats are too narrow even for a small guy like me, the food is awful, the people smell, the video selection is about as enlightened as MTV, and my knees hurt. I suppose this is the best way to come into NYC though: tired, miserable, and sore - I'll fit right in.
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So here I sit in the back of the bus: cattle class as it's called. And I now realize why people don't travel more. This SUCKS. The seats are too narrow even for a small guy like me, the food is awful, the people smell, the video selection is about as enlightened as MTV, and my knees hurt. I suppose this is the best way to come into NYC though: tired, miserable, and sore - I'll fit right in.
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Sunday, January 18, 2009
Inaugural Concert
We've finally arrived in DC and gotten our first dose of the inaugural festivities (and their associated mobs). The concert was amazing, with the cast growing ever more impressive as the event matured. Singers from all eras and genres, actors, comedians, and anyone else they could bribe with a heated tent and some posh food.
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We made it to DC in record time, from Central CT to Downtown DC in just under 6.5 hours -- no speeding (I was not driving)! We even made it to Newark in 2.75hrs. Traffic was definitely on our side. We got across the GW without ever going less than 50mph. We got to DC and found a parking spot right outside our building. I'm guessing that karma will balance itself back out on Wednesday when we leave, and it'll take 12 hours for us to get home. Ugh.
After recovering from the drive and Friday night's festivities, we ventured out to see what the crowd would look like. The apartment we are staying in is 7 blocks from the Whitehouse, and a mere 3 blocks from the Lincoln memorial -- PRIME real estate. We made the mistake of immediately going through security, which was a breeze at 10am. The concert was to start at ~2:30pm.
Once inside we saw astronomical lines for food. Of course I hadn't eaten anything yet today. After wandering a bit and seeing that it would take quite a while for the mobs to fill the area, we left and headed towards 17th street in search of fooooood. To our amazement, there was an unmolested refreshment tent sitting majestically on the hill with the Washington monument. We approached with caution, thinking that something has GOT to be wrong. The attendants stared at us quizzically, and we returned the favor. After seeing a few people place real orders and give real money and get real food, we decided it was for real and got a hot dog.
Getting back in the second time took quite a bit longer, but still was only about 10 minutes. Security seemed a bit superficial, just making sure you didn't have any assault rifles in your purse or TNT dangling from your pants zipper. No metal detectors, no pat downs, no bomb sniffing dogs (that we could see). Just lots of secret service and national guard watching you distrustfully.
We pushed as far forward as we could until the crowd just wouldn't move any more. I figure we were still about 200 yards from Obama's seating area, and maybe 50 yards from the front of the mob. Not bad, but we didn't feel like standing for 4 hours in a crushing herd so we retreated back to the first jumbotron, stage right. The crowd was surprisingly sparse, enough that we found a good spot to stand and shiver. And shiver we did. It was a balmy 35F outside, but the wind coming from all directions quickly stripped you of any body heat. My purple hands are a testament to that (they were warm, just not particularly pretty):
Every few minutes they'd have Elmo or some other celebrity on the jumbotrons telling us about how they're in California, or a warming tent back stage while we're all out here freezing our butts off. It wasn't much, but it shut the crowd up for a few minutes at a time. In typical government fashion, our jumbotron appeared to be powered by none other than the venerable Windows XP. As you can imagine, we had nothing but trouble with it. The sound and video kept going in and out, and at one point after the jumbotron went dark for ~10 minutes, it came back with the not-so-comforting "Windows XP" logo. You can only imagine the jeers let out by the 30,000 or so people in our little section.
The event began with the invocation, and the volume was far, far, to low. Strange because the volume had been fine all along. Audio/Visual nerds strike again, and believe you me-- the crowds let them know. All around the area you could hear an instant roar of "turn it up" echo from one giant mob to another. It was really impressive how within 2 or 3 seconds, the entire crowd of (half a million?) were chanting "turn it up!". By the end of the prayer, they had fixed the volume, and the jumbotron was only going blank once or twice every 10 minutes.
And THEN the celebrities rolled in. I won't even try to remember all, you can google it if you'd like. But it started with Bruce Springstein, and went on through folks like Denzel Washington, Jamie Foxx, Mary J Blige, Stevie Wonder, Herbie Hancock, Garth Brooks, Samuel L Jackson, Jack Black, etc etc etc. There's at least 40 others I'm not recalling. One after the other, they'd come out and sing something or say something... and just when you thought it couldn't get any cooler they would announce the next person.
The whole thing lasted about 2 hours, and was well worth the wait. I'm guessing the concert will have been much more exciting than the actual inauguration - other than marking the day that we no longer have an international criminal running our country.
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We made it to DC in record time, from Central CT to Downtown DC in just under 6.5 hours -- no speeding (I was not driving)! We even made it to Newark in 2.75hrs. Traffic was definitely on our side. We got across the GW without ever going less than 50mph. We got to DC and found a parking spot right outside our building. I'm guessing that karma will balance itself back out on Wednesday when we leave, and it'll take 12 hours for us to get home. Ugh.
After recovering from the drive and Friday night's festivities, we ventured out to see what the crowd would look like. The apartment we are staying in is 7 blocks from the Whitehouse, and a mere 3 blocks from the Lincoln memorial -- PRIME real estate. We made the mistake of immediately going through security, which was a breeze at 10am. The concert was to start at ~2:30pm.
Once inside we saw astronomical lines for food. Of course I hadn't eaten anything yet today. After wandering a bit and seeing that it would take quite a while for the mobs to fill the area, we left and headed towards 17th street in search of fooooood. To our amazement, there was an unmolested refreshment tent sitting majestically on the hill with the Washington monument. We approached with caution, thinking that something has GOT to be wrong. The attendants stared at us quizzically, and we returned the favor. After seeing a few people place real orders and give real money and get real food, we decided it was for real and got a hot dog.
Getting back in the second time took quite a bit longer, but still was only about 10 minutes. Security seemed a bit superficial, just making sure you didn't have any assault rifles in your purse or TNT dangling from your pants zipper. No metal detectors, no pat downs, no bomb sniffing dogs (that we could see). Just lots of secret service and national guard watching you distrustfully.
We pushed as far forward as we could until the crowd just wouldn't move any more. I figure we were still about 200 yards from Obama's seating area, and maybe 50 yards from the front of the mob. Not bad, but we didn't feel like standing for 4 hours in a crushing herd so we retreated back to the first jumbotron, stage right. The crowd was surprisingly sparse, enough that we found a good spot to stand and shiver. And shiver we did. It was a balmy 35F outside, but the wind coming from all directions quickly stripped you of any body heat. My purple hands are a testament to that (they were warm, just not particularly pretty):
Every few minutes they'd have Elmo or some other celebrity on the jumbotrons telling us about how they're in California, or a warming tent back stage while we're all out here freezing our butts off. It wasn't much, but it shut the crowd up for a few minutes at a time. In typical government fashion, our jumbotron appeared to be powered by none other than the venerable Windows XP. As you can imagine, we had nothing but trouble with it. The sound and video kept going in and out, and at one point after the jumbotron went dark for ~10 minutes, it came back with the not-so-comforting "Windows XP" logo. You can only imagine the jeers let out by the 30,000 or so people in our little section.
The event began with the invocation, and the volume was far, far, to low. Strange because the volume had been fine all along. Audio/Visual nerds strike again, and believe you me-- the crowds let them know. All around the area you could hear an instant roar of "turn it up" echo from one giant mob to another. It was really impressive how within 2 or 3 seconds, the entire crowd of (half a million?) were chanting "turn it up!". By the end of the prayer, they had fixed the volume, and the jumbotron was only going blank once or twice every 10 minutes.
And THEN the celebrities rolled in. I won't even try to remember all, you can google it if you'd like. But it started with Bruce Springstein, and went on through folks like Denzel Washington, Jamie Foxx, Mary J Blige, Stevie Wonder, Herbie Hancock, Garth Brooks, Samuel L Jackson, Jack Black, etc etc etc. There's at least 40 others I'm not recalling. One after the other, they'd come out and sing something or say something... and just when you thought it couldn't get any cooler they would announce the next person.
The whole thing lasted about 2 hours, and was well worth the wait. I'm guessing the concert will have been much more exciting than the actual inauguration - other than marking the day that we no longer have an international criminal running our country.
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
2008... A Year in Revue
Almost 200 hotel nights in 25 states and 3 countries. What has Ben been up to this past year?
Let's start with some numbers:
-203 nights in a hotel
-162 flights in a plane
-102,595 miles flown
-51 rented cars
-5 pro baseball games
-4 pro football games, including one stupid super bowl
-25 of the 50 states, and one district
-2 countries... if you consider canada a country
-and a partridge in a pear tree
I started the year out well, braving the frozen tundra of Minneapolis. I watched grown men play the drunkest hockey I've ever seen in my life in Vegas. I thawed from the tundra in San Jose working with bicycle nuts and moon bats. I took a cab less than 2 blocks from where I was to my hotel because I couldn't figure out what way forward was. I flew from San Jose to San Diego to LA to Dallas to Connecticut and back to Chicago then San Diego to LA and into San Jose again, all in one weekend. I dodged jury duty AGAIN! I braved some serious habanero chili at the NASA cook-off, and then proceeded to insult one of our nation's greatest astronauts because he's a Giants fan (see: still bitter from the SuperBowl). I asked a girl in Boston if she was a taxi. I bought a jetski, blew it up, and bought another one -- then spent the rest of the summer on Lake Erie. I quit my job for the second time in two years. I was the best man in a wedding, and didn't get tackled by a line backer (or even knock the bride into a pool of water). I continued my sports team playoff losing streak, extending it to 3. I boo'd Manny loud enough for all of Wrigley Field to hear me. I sat front row for a Raven's Redskin's game, and got alllllll the cheerleaders' signatures. I FINALLY got to Lambeau field for a real football game! I discovered the wonders of drinking at a casino... and that no matter how much you drink I never spend as much as I lose playing table games for 3 minutes.
All in all 2008 was a great year, and hopefully 2009 will be even more interesting (and judging by our pending change of leadership, the outlook is good!) Full Post...
Let's start with some numbers:
-203 nights in a hotel
-162 flights in a plane
-102,595 miles flown
-51 rented cars
-5 pro baseball games
-4 pro football games, including one stupid super bowl
-25 of the 50 states, and one district
-2 countries... if you consider canada a country
-and a partridge in a pear tree
I started the year out well, braving the frozen tundra of Minneapolis. I watched grown men play the drunkest hockey I've ever seen in my life in Vegas. I thawed from the tundra in San Jose working with bicycle nuts and moon bats. I took a cab less than 2 blocks from where I was to my hotel because I couldn't figure out what way forward was. I flew from San Jose to San Diego to LA to Dallas to Connecticut and back to Chicago then San Diego to LA and into San Jose again, all in one weekend. I dodged jury duty AGAIN! I braved some serious habanero chili at the NASA cook-off, and then proceeded to insult one of our nation's greatest astronauts because he's a Giants fan (see: still bitter from the SuperBowl). I asked a girl in Boston if she was a taxi. I bought a jetski, blew it up, and bought another one -- then spent the rest of the summer on Lake Erie. I quit my job for the second time in two years. I was the best man in a wedding, and didn't get tackled by a line backer (or even knock the bride into a pool of water). I continued my sports team playoff losing streak, extending it to 3. I boo'd Manny loud enough for all of Wrigley Field to hear me. I sat front row for a Raven's Redskin's game, and got alllllll the cheerleaders' signatures. I FINALLY got to Lambeau field for a real football game! I discovered the wonders of drinking at a casino... and that no matter how much you drink I never spend as much as I lose playing table games for 3 minutes.
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Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Grant Park Obama Election Rally
It is estimated that as many as a million people gathered at Grant Park, Chicago to rally for and congratulate Barack Obama on being elected the 44th President of the United States. I just happened to be in the area :)
The time has FINALLY come to elect a new President, and those in the Chicago area came to Grant park to watch it live. Me personally, I'm notably jaded having been to several major events only to have the team or person I was pulling for leave me hanging (see: 2007 ALCS, 2008 Superbowl, 2008 NLDS, etc). So I decided that I wasn't going *anywhere* until it was clear that Obama was going to win. I had no interest in being in a mob of a million whiny college students. After all, I just bought a PS3 and had some Saints Row 2 to keep me busy.
Once it was obvious that Obama was the guy... I met up with a co-worker and we headed on into the festivities. We wandered down to Michigan and Van Buren, right near the entrances to the park. There were two bridges going over the train tracks, closed off to traffic. If you had a ticket, you got to go over the south bridge and down into the area where Obama would be speaking. If you didn't have a ticket, you went over the North bridge across from the Buckingham fountain and up into the rest of Grant Park.
There were at least 20 jumbotrons with massive concert-style speakers scattered randomly around the park. There was plenty of space for everyone there, and probably at least another 100,000 people. Everything was organized well enough that nobody looked lost, but it was free enough that nobody felt stressed. No security checkpoints, just some cops on horses and walking police here and there. The whole atmosphere was electric.
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The time has FINALLY come to elect a new President, and those in the Chicago area came to Grant park to watch it live. Me personally, I'm notably jaded having been to several major events only to have the team or person I was pulling for leave me hanging (see: 2007 ALCS, 2008 Superbowl, 2008 NLDS, etc). So I decided that I wasn't going *anywhere* until it was clear that Obama was going to win. I had no interest in being in a mob of a million whiny college students. After all, I just bought a PS3 and had some Saints Row 2 to keep me busy.
Once it was obvious that Obama was the guy... I met up with a co-worker and we headed on into the festivities. We wandered down to Michigan and Van Buren, right near the entrances to the park. There were two bridges going over the train tracks, closed off to traffic. If you had a ticket, you got to go over the south bridge and down into the area where Obama would be speaking. If you didn't have a ticket, you went over the North bridge across from the Buckingham fountain and up into the rest of Grant Park.
There were at least 20 jumbotrons with massive concert-style speakers scattered randomly around the park. There was plenty of space for everyone there, and probably at least another 100,000 people. Everything was organized well enough that nobody looked lost, but it was free enough that nobody felt stressed. No security checkpoints, just some cops on horses and walking police here and there. The whole atmosphere was electric.
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Saturday, May 10, 2008
Sand Paint Sand Paint Sand Paint Wax
Since I didn't get to last year, I figured I would help out with getting the boat on the water this year. Spent the whole day sanding, painting, waxing, cleaning. Got a real nice sunburn to keep me company for the next few days too. I think I found someone who's more afraid of bees than I am... it was hilarious to watch a grown man spray a wasp nest and run off screaming.
Lots of sanding... and no, power sanders do not work. We sanded the entire hull by hand with garbage sand paper. Woooo hooo.
All sanded and painted, the bottom has been waxed up nice. A few more hours and she'll be ready to haul us out to the middle of lake Erie with a few hundred beers once again. Sweeeeeeeeet.
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Lots of sanding... and no, power sanders do not work. We sanded the entire hull by hand with garbage sand paper. Woooo hooo.
All sanded and painted, the bottom has been waxed up nice. A few more hours and she'll be ready to haul us out to the middle of lake Erie with a few hundred beers once again. Sweeeeeeeeet.
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