JoCo Cruise Crazy 3, Day 3

Hooray!  Sea day!

After the hectic embarkation day and slightly less hectic day in the Bahamas, we had a relaxing morning/afternoon with nothing scheduled until the concert at 2 PM. 

After breakfast, where we were thankfully seated far from the Dreamworks Character Breakfast, we explored the ship a bit, ending up far aft on the sports deck, where the Flow Rider surf simulator resides.  I had not the slightest inclination to try it because I figured that being bruised and achy wouldn't make for a very fun rest of the cruise.  It was fun to watch, though!

Incidentally, also a great non-crowded place on the ship

I didn't photograph anything else before lunch, so I'm guessing that we suited up and went in the hot tub and/or the Grown Ups Pool. I probably had some ice cream from the poolside softserve machine, named Sprinkles.  It does not have sprinkles.  

Before we knew it, it was time for concert number 3! This one featured Mike Phirman, John Roderick, and Zoe Keating. 

Every day is Mike Phirman's birthday. Now I know why.

I bought Jay an album by the Long Winters, which is basically John Roderick, in advance of the cruise.  I think he liked it.  And I think he really liked Roderick live, because in between songs, he leaned over and asked "is anything he does NOT awesome?"  The answer is very much no. He does nothing not awesome.  We were also treated to a new song by John Roderick, which was a pretty great surprise.  And, of course, no show would be complete without Roderick Tunes Things.  

Tuning like a ROCK star

And then there was Zoe Keating.  Zoe plays the cello.  Understatement of the year.  What she does is make interwoven threads of magic waft from her cello that entrance you into losing yourself in her music. She records loops live and adds/substracts them using her computer.  It's so seamless that you wouldn't notice that she was doing it live unless somebody told you first.

She's a magician!

We had a little time after the concert to stop by the 24/7 JCCC3 game room and peruse the various offerings and signage.  One of my favorite additions this year was analog Yelp.  Here are some of my favorites.  And you'd better believe I reviewed "Sprinkles," land of NO sprinkles!

"A Waste of Cool Whip."

"Technically it's food."
If you added enough crushed pepper, you didn't have to feel the pizza in your mouth.

Dinner was decidedly more food-like than the promenade pizza. Whenever a cold soup is offered on a cruise ship, I take it.  They're almost always delicious.  

Kind of like if melted ice cream were the salad course

The vegetarian fare so far was impressive, and Tuesday night was no exception. 

Spinach-stuffed shells

Finally, the only reason that anybody ever eats dinner (or maybe it's just me), dessert.  It was like a meringue except not except yes.  I don't know, it was fantastic. 

And pretty, too!

JoCo Cruise Crazy 3: Day 2

Hooray for tropical beaches!  Day 2, Monday, we anchored at Coco Cay, which is Royal Caribbean's private island in the Bahamas.  I noticed that we were very near the Norwegian Pearl, which means that CoCo Cay must be close to Great Stirrup Cay, NCL's equivalent Bahamian paradise.  A fact that I feel the need to comment on due to the amount of brain space that not remembering the name of NCL's island took up on that morning.  The curse of the Wifi Temperance Brigade* is that you sometimes have to settle for just not knowing something. The horrors!

[*] Oh, yeah, I may have neglected to mention that on Day 1, Jay and I took David Rees' pledge to abstain from all internetting during the cruise, including the ship's WiFi, WiFi on the islands, and even the local Twit-ARR client that fellow sea monkeys set up on the ship for inter-seamonkey communication.  Being disconnected is great, and cruises are one of the few reasonable vacation options remaining that incentivize fully disconnecting from our information tethers. 

So anyway, beach day!  Hooray! The day began with a beautiful view of the sunrise from our balcony. 

On the previous JoCo cruise, I discovered dining in the main dining room for breakfast rather than the buffet on the last couple of days.  It's much more relaxing and the food is a bit better, so this time we decided to start the week off right away by breakfasting in the main dining room.  The French toast was delicious.  

OM NOM NOM

After breakfast, we took a tender over to the island.   

The itty bitty ship in the distance is the Norwegian Pearl

My big plan for the day was snorkeling.  I wasn't really planning on seeing much in the way of fish, because there's not really any coral action at CoCo Cay, but being from Minnesota, anytime a body of water is not murky and the bottom not sludgy, I get really excited.  Also, water warmer than 50ºF is a huge bonus.  I'm really easy to please. 

Look at me!  I'm in water!

There was lunch, and sandcastles, and swimming, and lounging.  The only moderate downside was when I ended up with a slight hive-like rash.  It went away shortly after we returned to the ship, after I'd been out of the sun for a while. 

Chess pieces.  Because, hey, geek cruise. 

We headed back not too long after lunch, because we needed to get ready for the evening festivities.  

Boat! It's a boat!

Dinner that that night was tasty, but dessert stole the show.  That cheesecake featured heavily in my dreams that night.   

Monday was the first formal night aboard and was also the Third Annual Paul F. Tompkins Memorial Mustache Formal and Fezstravaganza.  He's not dead.  Mustaches were provided. 

The mustache, I've decided, is only a good look for Magnum P.I.

Immediately following the Fezstravaganza, there was a John Hodgman vs. David Rees DJ-off dance party.  I'm surprised that I stayed awake for as much of it as I did. 

The Hodgman

Eventually, I did have to call it a night.  It was a tough call, but at some point during the week, sleeping needed to be done. 

Towel dude stole my shades!

JoCo Cruise Crazy 3: Day 1

This was a day of much chaos.  First, there was "ALL the people leave the Radisson at once."  We were on the 10:30 AM shuttle over to the cruise port.

Canvas bags of swag! They contained  totem animals.
I was a moose and Jay was a fox. Do with that what you will.

Once we made it to the cruise port, the wait was fairly reasonable.  It was about 45 minutes before we were on the boat, Royal Caribbean's Freedom of the Seas.  Then there was the chaos of feeding ALL the people simultaneously at the Windjammer buffet on board.  I was just happy that the four of us found a place to sit. Forks proved a good defense against would-be chair thieves.  Normally I'm a fan of taking the first day to explore the boat, but there was just too much boat.  We had our carry-on bags with us and were tired and wanted to relax.  I'd had the foresight to pack my bathing suit in my carry-on and instructed Jay to do the same, so we were able to take advantage of the completely vacant cantilevered hot tubs. That's right.  The hot tub hangs over the side of the boat.  On Deck 11.  And holds 22 people, in theory, though probably only if they *really* like each other in practice.  It was not as scary as I thought it would be, and what a view we had.

Mostly the view was parking lot. 

After that, it was time to see if our stateroom was ready, and lo! It was.  The Freedom doesn't have as much shelf space as the Holland America Westerdam did last year (on JoCo Cruise Crazy 2), but it was plenty workable for two people.  Which is to say that I commandeered all of the shelves.

Room built for two.  Barely.

We then changed over to our evening attire and this is where I need to rely on my photos to remember all of the fun that transpired.

On our balcony in port, already exhausted and the fun hasn't even begun!

First we headed to the complimentary JCCC3 socializing with tropical beverages hour in the place that is normally the boat's ice skating rink, which is insane.

I spy a JoCo!

Then there was dinner, which was relatively tasty considering that cruise lines don't really cater to vegetarians.

I think this was called "tortillas." Really.

Next up: our first concert of the week courtesy of The Jonathan Coulton Band.  It was a great way to start off the week.

Fog for extra rock star glamour. 

    

JoCo Cruise Crazy 3: Day 0

Last week was my second time on a JoCo Cruise.  You can read more about the cruise and entertainment here.  The information is currently for JCCC3, but will change over to the soon-to-be-announced JCCC4 in due time.  In any case, the idea is the same: 700 geeks go on a boat ride and awesome transpires. 

Owing to unpredictable winter weather, we decided to head to Port Canaveral a day early to ensure that we would not miss the boat.  This turned out to be a good thing for myself and the two friends traveling with me, as the Twin Cities was due to get a snow storm on Saturday night, about 8 hours after our flight out. The timing did make things, however, a little iffy for Jay, who was flying out of Philadelphia the morning after the Blizzard to End All Blizzards was due to hit the Northeast.  Fortunately the foul weather stayed far north of him and we all made it to Orlando in a timely manner. 

By the time we picked up our luggage, I had been in the Orlando Airport for long enough to already be sick of everything Orlando had to offer, all of which seemed to involve over-stimulated, over-tired children.  Which is to say, about 20 minutes. Fortunately, our pre-arranged shuttle was there, and we gleefully hopped on with a few fellow Sea Monkeys, which is how we refer to ourselves in the third person.  We marveled at how easy it was to identify groups of Sea Monkeys amid the chaos at MCO. The nerdy t-shirts, beards, long hair in braids, Five Fingers, and fezzes were pretty good giveaways. 

45 minutes or so until we were at the Radisson in Port Canaveral, which has a pretty fantastic pool.

Water! And it isn't frozen!

Unfortunately, we spent over an hour waiting for our room to be ready, but Jay managed to get the front desk to give us free drinks and breakfast for the wait.  So that was nice.  

And then ice cream headaches happened. Worth  it!

Dinner that night was at the pizza place next door, which actually turned out to have decent food.  I don't remember what I ate.  I was hungry. It was food. I devoured it.  After that, a little hanging out in the hot tub and then off to bed to sleep the fitful sleep of a child on Christmas Eve... 

2012 in Review

Here's a bit of what I've done over the past year.  It's been a great ride, and I can't wait to see what 2013 brings.  Have a good one, everybody! 

Passed the P2 test in Krav Maga, which means I have the skills to only whimper slightly as I run away from a threat. 

Went on JoCo Cruise Crazy 2 with my friend Angela.  Met some great folks and had an awesome time in Curaçao,   Aruba, and the Bahamas.  In about 5 weeks, we depart on JoCo Cruise Crazy 3.  :^)

Enjoyed numerous bike rides around my city and the surrounding area.  This is a photo of the Mississippi River in St. Paul. 

Spent ridiculous amounts of time mastering the art of the self portrait in Philadelphia and sometimes New Jersey. This is in Avalon, NJ. 

Rode in my fifth MS 150 bike ride.  This is me wondering what I have gotten myself into before departing on the first day.  Indeed, what I had gotten myself into was the most excruciating ride I've ever taken, as the 2nd day featured 20 mph headwinds and 90º heat. But I made it!

Visited Milwaukee with Jay to witness a member of the I Will Never Wed Again club break his solemn vow in favor of another.  To a mighty fine lady, I must add. 

Accompanied my parents on one week of their trip from Forked River, NJ to Bayfield, WI.  I was there for the St. Clair River through Lake Huron,  from Detroit, MI to Mackinac Island. 

Visited Mackinac Island for the first time, enjoying a tour of the island courtesy of our rented bikes. 

Took Jay to visit the sights of Southern MN, including the most epic SPAM museum as well as Mystery Cave. 

Picked my parents up at the end of their trip in Bayfield, my first visit to the area since 2003.   It was warm enough to go for a swim in Lake Superior, a nice treat!

Vacationed in Okoboji with my family for the 30th time.  The sunsets were as stunning as always. 

Made a second trip to the craziness that is Dragon*Con over Labor Day weekend, where the best part is waiting in line with your friends.  I've already bought my pass for next year. :^)

Continued the indoctrination into MN tradition by introducing Jay to Lefse, which is, by the way, absolutely awesome with Biscoff Spread.

Sydney turned 11 this year, and is totally cool with that, as he is with everything.

And, last but not least, people can finally stop making fun of my iMac G5, for I have finally acquired the latest and greatest.  Wow, there have been a lot of advances in the past 7.5 years.  :^)

[School] 60% Done!

On Monday, I got off a plane from Philadelphia and took the final exam for Ceramic Processing, sick.  I was a little concerned, having spent the weekend before the final curled up on a couch on the east coast watching as much Netflix as the hours in the day would permit and drinking copious amounts of tea. 

I took the test in 37 minutes, which could either have been a really good or a really bad thing.  We were allowed 3 hours, though his tests typically ran short.  

Final grades were posted this afternoon: A.  Yay!!!!  I may have looked a bit like "Success Kid" when I saw the grade.  So now I only have 4 classes left.  Phew. 

Thanksgiving, you're great and all, but Christmas is the best holiday of all time. 

 Because I'm lame and don't chop down my very own Christmas tree, Saturday after Thanksgiving is officially time to erect and decorate my pile of fake pine needles. Most of my ornaments were bought while traveling. I find the Christmas tree a much more manageable place to keep souvenirs than, well, everywhere else. But by far my favorite ornaments are those that have been handmade.  

These are just a few of them: The snowman ball and quilted heart made by my sister, the sequin Santa and wooden angel made by me, and the möbius strip Christmas card that my friend Andrew made a few years ago. 

In which we're all 4-year olds

Did you get your sticker? I did! I'll do a great many things for a sticker, including participating in the democratic process. Just one of the reasons that I prefer to vote in person, but, and this might come as a shock, not the biggest.  I admit I get a little Leslie Knope about voting.  There's something really exciting about showing up, waiting in line, and filling out your ballot in a sketchily constructed little plastic box.  The smell of democracy is in the air.  Mmmm.

And also the smugness of getting to walk around with a sticker all day that basically announces what a good person you are. 

So it goes.

It's interesting to see places that I've been destroyed. Natural disasters are so massive in scale that often I can only think of them in the abstract, but when I can look at photos that I've taken and compare them to photos that I'm seeing in the news from Hurricane Sandy, it all becomes very real.

In the grand scheme of things, every landscape is temporary. Some are more temporary than others.  I'm glad that I was able to experience a few years of the previous iteration of the barrier islands of New Jersey.  I'm certain there will be rebuilding, but not everything should be rebuilt, nor will it.  It will be the same as it was before and yet it won't.  Life will go on, eventually, as it always does.  This time with a more recent reminder that this land is just on loan to us.  Enjoy it, bask in it, soak it in.  It's not forever.    

I love having seasons

This time of year is my favorite. Or at least it will be until I post a beautiful photo of snow falling and pronounce that time of year to be my favorite.  They're all my favorites. 

Now that I've received my new-to-me-again 18-105mm lens, hopefully there will be another beautiful day of fall left to photograph before the leaves all fall off and give way to snow. 

Marian Call in Ardmore, PA

We had the opportunity to go see Marian Call this past weekend.  I missed her when she was in Minneapolis this summer, but was going to be in Philadelphia the weekend that she performed in Ardmore.  Happy coincidence!  If you ever get the chance, Milkboy is a great venue.  Very cozy, good acoustics, and pretty coffee (I didn't taste any, but it sure looked good).  We got there early enough to nab some of the comfy chairs next to the stage.  

I saw Marian once before and she was phenomenal. JoCo Cruise Crazy 2 was the first time that I'd heard any of her music, and I became a die-hard fan in an instant.  She brings such an intense, organic energy to her music that it's nigh impossible to resist being drawn in.  Her albums are fantastic, but don't even begin to do her justice.  If you have the opportunity to see her perform live, I highly encourage you to do so. I mean, a concert with a typewriter?  How can you say no?! 

So that was awesome.  

All the pretty places I've been...

And nothing measures up to the North Shore in autumn, not to be confused with all of the other places that claim to have a North Shore.  The one in Minnesota is the real North Shore.   This photo isn't mine, though I wish it were-- my parents recently returned from a camping trip there.  Nothing can compare to hiking through crisp fall air to a vista like this. Maybe it's like your first Doctor: you never forget the first place that showed you how beautiful and vast and awesome the world is. 

 Well, that and sitting by a campfire with gloves on in September. Because you're a Minnesotan and that's how things are done around here.  

This is a post.

Hey, look!  A shiny man holding a teddy bear!

Because. Just because.

Government-Issued Foil

I had to renew my passport finally, and evidently the age of Electronic Passports came while I wasn't paying attention (Wikipedia tells me it was 5 years ago now). I imagine that there was a big privacy brouhaha about the introduction of little chips that contain government database information on the passport holder.

And I'm trying to imagine the meeting that all of the State Department folks had about getting the privacy people to shut up, because apparently "But, NINE ELEVEN!!!" wasn't doing enough of a job of that anymore... And I'm picturing that maybe after about two weeks of sitting there, eating crappy generic take-out sandwiches and mediocre chinese that had been brought in...maybe that's when somebody threw up his hands and implored "why don't we just give everybody a piece of foil to wrap it in?! Can I go home now?! I'm not sure that my children remember who I am."

And I think that's exactly how it went, because now, when you apply for a passport card, you are issued a little foil sleeve to store it in.

It's not that I want a giant metal chicken...

Because I really, really don't. But the image in this blog entry is going in my file of Things To Look At When The World Starts Acting Like it Should Be Punched in the Face. That image may very well save the world's life, or at least preclude the need for reconstructive nose surgery on the part of the world.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for whimsy.

Musings on my fourth MS 150

Two of my teammates and I on the ride (Kim Morris Photography)

I spent June 11-12 riding my bike from Proctor to White Bear Lake. A good time was had.

The Seafoam Green Machine
This was a test of sorts for my bike, which I still consider to be new. I bought it last July, after declaring that, Lo! That would be the last MS 150 that I did on a hybrid. And indeed, it will be, for the SFGM has proven itself worthy of remaining a part of my household. It currently has a place of honor in the living/dining room. I was able to keep up with a group of my teammates this year and biked with people for the entire distance. In the previous years, I biked the whole thing alone. Sometimes I would go 15 minutes without seeing another cyclist, despite there being 3500 of them on the trails. The only modification to my bike is that I replaced the stock saddle with my Brooks at the last minute due to concerns about numbness. That worked out pretty well, I think. Butt soreness is at a [relative] minimum today.

Socialist Biking
The biggest benefit of the SFGM is that I was able to go about 2 mph faster than I was on my previous bike with no additional effort. This meant that I was able to keep up with a group of people and take advantage of the wonderful world of pacelines. There was a stupid, stupid headwind on Sunday, but thanks to being in a paceline, I only had to deal with it head-on for 2 out of every 10 miles. Saturday was pretty amazing. We were keeping about a 16.5 mph pace for some pretty good-sized chunks of time (keep in mind that my general average pace on my training rides was about 13.5 mph). Occasionally we would pick up some strays traveling about our pace, which I welcomed because that means more people to rotate into the leader position! I think the most we had going at any given time was 11 people. It's kind of exhilarating being the leader, responsible for all of those people. But it's also nice to give it up and float to the back so that all of those people can break the wind for you. :^) By the last two segments on Sunday, we were having to switch off every mile.

I need a bell
I'd never passed so many people in previous years. I went hoarse from yelling "on your left" for 5 hours on Saturday. I have a bell on my other bike that I should switch over to this one, now that it has proven itself worthy of the Compass Bell.

Number-y things
From the Garmin--
First day: 72.7 miles, with an average speed of 15.6 mph.
Second day: 74.7 miles, with an average speed of 14.3 mph. <--headwind :^(
Just shy of 10 hours total time on the saddle.
I guess I ate exactly the right amount of food, even though it felt like I was eating constantly. My weight Friday morning was the same, down to the fifth of a pound, as it was on Monday morning.

Leave no cyclist behind
A contributing factor in the lower average speed for the second day is that my group of four took a really slow cyclist with us on the final segment-- a coworker of mine who was riding for his first time (he actually just bought a bike 2 months before the ride). He had taken the SAG to the final rest stop, but we convinced him that he could ride the final segment because it was really short. The worst hill of the entire ride is a one block section just before the finish line, which he walked up. Another coworker and I waited at the top of the hill so that we could cross the finish line together.

The morning after
My neck is sore and my quads kind of feel like I've been biking for two days. My left knee hurts, which I think might be due to the sup-par bike posture that I developed after my butt started hurting (fortunately didn't really happen in earnest until after lunch on Sunday). Oh, yeah, my butt hurts. :^P My upper back and shoulders are kind of sore, along with my arms. I am going to schedule a massage for very soon.

ZZZZZZZZ
For the first time ever, I didn't camp out either night. It was kind of nice to not have to worry about setting up my tent, keeping warm at night, and trudging afar to the bathroom in the morning in order to wait in line to brush my teeth. A non-riding coworker of mine's wife has a brother-in-law with an extra house (was his parents), and they invited four of us to stay up there on Friday night. It was actually located in the town that is our first rest stop on Saturday. It was a little surreal to see the rest stop with no people. We ate dinner in Duluth with the people whose house we were staying in-- that was really nice. The brother-in-law used to be a ship captain on Lake Superior. We went to the house and played Boggle and had some drinks before going to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. It was nice and relaxing.

Strange Addiction
I registered for my 5th ride at the finish line. Can't wait for next year. :^)

Tom JoCo Cruise Crazy

The Baths at Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Islands

It's official! I have a spot on the second iteration of JoCo Cruise Crazy, featuring the geekily handsome stylings of one Mr. Jonathan Coulton himself. And some other guys, like John Hodgman ::slightly reservéd squee::. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be one of the few people wearing regular clothing, which I guess makes me a weirdo among weirdos. :^) But there will be fezzes, that much is a certainty.

Holland America will be a new experience for me, though I imagine that being surrounded by 600 JoCo fans will temper the effect not insubstantially. We (I'm going with a good friend of mine) have a verandAH stateroom, a slightly pompous spelling, which I pronounce in the same fashion as DakotAH. The alottment of those rooms was booked within half an hour, to give an indication of how many are itching to be Sea Monkeys. :^)

It's been almost six years since I've been to the Caribbean, which I pronounce with the optional more lackadaisical emphasis that I find more befitting of this particular sea, and I'm itching to go back. The water there is a breathtaking blue-green and it suddenly makes sense that there is a color called aquamarine. It's very unlike all of the water here and in the bits of Pacific and north Atlantic that I've seen, all of which are a deep, dark blue that betrays their cutting chill. The Caribbean is like being in a really fantastic bathtub, if bathtubs had fancy fish and a surplus of rum-based beverages.

So, yeah. Excited. And I have to wait 8 months!

Now that it's warm, I'm dreaming of the cold.

Those adorable little guys are captives of the New England Aquarium, which is awesome. But you know what's even more awesome? Where they're from. Well, not these ones in particular. They hail from South Africa. But their more famous King, Emperor, and Gentoo cousins

Only 9 years and 9 months until I board a boat bound for Antarctica! How's that for alliteration? I'm dreaming of glaciers and penguins and a sturdy hull crushing through the surface ice. I'm dreaming of setting forth through the frigid waters in an inflatable kayak, of standing on the bow, breathing in the crisp air and admiring the vast expanses of ice and sea. It's going to be, in the words of one Barney Stinson, legen-

-DARY. Oh, yes.