tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157736142011-12-14T19:55:22.344-07:00I graduated from High School and College and yet I cant write. I suck at it cause no one ever taught me basic writing techniques. Since I can't get my money back you are going to teach me to write by critiquing my posts. Interesting, huh?Potorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05625731133626504321noreply@blogger.comBlogger2471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15773614.post-77710417128754928722008-09-21T19:21:00.000-07:002008-09-21T19:22:21.974-07:00

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Potor’s brother came for a visit.Somehow we got talking about river tubing. He had never been before, and I had not done it since I was in college. Hence a great expedition was planned. It was very hot and the Salt River beckoned. We answered the call.Passage on fine, seagoing craft were booked. Provisions were stocked and crew were pressed. Ok, we bought tubes and beer. But, we decided to have

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Thirteen valleys he has wandered for her loveFor he thinks he is the one she dreams ofBut her bed was made elsewhereFrom the first day she got thereNow he wanders thirteen valleys crying outIt could have been meSoundtrack: Big Country - Thirteen Valleys Refreshment: Red Hook Longhammer

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My trip to Moscow was a great success. And as a bonus, I have almost no jet lag what so ever. I was hoping everything would work out this way. After putting so much effort into a project this huge, its good to know our work well be rewarded. In the end, the biggest obstacle turned out to be something easily overcome. Every indication was that the Russians Space Agency would not want to budge

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Soundtrack: Oingo Boingo - Gooodby, goodbyRefreshment: Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA (yes, another, do you have a problem with that! )

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Why, yes, I think I will rant. Thank you for asking. I’m tired of bad advertising. Not everyone is clever enough to come up with a Jack in the Box add. But come on, at least try. Uninspired is ok, but some of the stuff we are subjected to is criminal.Behold...The Worst:"Webster’s Dictionary Defines [x] as…" I may not be able to write, but even I know this junior high essay crutch is awful.

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The view from my cubicle.Soundtrack: The Damned - Alone Again OrRefreshment: Diet 7up

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I’m sure that my readership has disappeared, and that no one care anymore, but I’ve decided that I need to start posting again. Just as Potor was starting to learn to write, he quits. Its really not very sporting, is it. I know that there is still something to be said. And Im going to pound on those keys until its done. Never fear. Complete with soundtrack, as before. Soundtrack:

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Soundtrack: Rise - Public Image LimitedRefreshment: Pete's Rally Cap Ale

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I never knewI never knew that everything was falling throughThat everyone I knew was waiting on a cueTo turn and run when all I needed was the truthBut that's how it's got to beIt's coming down to nothing more than apathyI'd rather run the other way than stay and seeThe smoke and who's still standing when it clears andEveryone knows I'm inOver my headOver my headWith eight seconds left in

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Coffeebucks has three different sizes of coffee. How do you suppose they should describe these different sizes. Lets start with the largest of these sizes. Perhaps they should call it, oh, I don’t know…..a Large.But no. The punk behind the counter says “ Do you mean you want a Venti latte?”“No, I do not mean I want a Venti. I want a Large. You have three sizes. I want the biggest size, the

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Some may sayIm wishing my days awayNo wayAnd if its the price I paySome sayTomorrows another dayYou stayI may as well play

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Those days are long gone. The alfalfa fields are condos. The palo verde were pulled up to make movie theaters. It wasn’t that long ago that driving out here could be a catharsis. The open road would stretch into the deep heart of the Sonoran Desert. This was the last stop of civilization. Last exit for gas. The Gin Blossoms were playing on the radio and I could drive out to this song’s namesake,

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I’m coming apart at the seams.Ok, not really. But I’m feeling a bit downtrodden and I’m needing a bit of cheer. Life is good, but I’m not feeling it. Ho hum.

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Wishing for something doesn’t make it come true.No matter how much we want it. No matter how much we desire it. It can be something that we absolutely need. Something that we ache for. The absence of it can eat away at our soul, leaving a gaping void in your very existence. You can feel it in the pit of your stomach, the need physically manifesting itself.You can spend every waking moment

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Sorry for my lack of posting., work is slowly killing me. Well…not so slowly. I worked 18 hours yesterday (Friday) and 10 hours today (Saturday). Tomorrow, who knows. I cant sleep and I’m constantly thinking about what I need to do. It’s a good job, but the stress is getting to me. The crushing, unrelenting stress. I’m starting to think that I need help dealing with it. Last Saturday it

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Stoli is healing nicely. She only has 5 more days in her kennel. Sometimes its tough putting her in there. She just gives me the industrial strength Puppy Eyes and I cant take it. I can just see it in her eyes:“Pleeeeeeeaaaaase Daddy, don’t put me back in the kennel. I’ve been in there for 2 months! Don’t you love me?”It breaks my heart, but it know it’s best for her.I had a dream about her last

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Ok, I know I’ve been slacking off and not posting. But I have good reason.Stoli is recovering nicely, getting stronger and stronger. She is getting restless staying in her kennel all day. We let her hour to eat and piddle as much as possible. It may seem cruel to keep her locked in a cage in a room all alone. But she still has 2-4 more weeks to go before we can ease her out.And now it is routine

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Stoli was healing nicely. Of course one of the difficulties is that she cant put any weight on her leg. That means that we have to help her go to the bathroom by putting her in a sling. She can walk on three legs, but the sling helps stabilize her and help take some of the weight. It is awkward for everybody. She isn’t that heavy, but leaning over her is rough on the back.Stoli doesn’t want to

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As the water shot twenty feet in the air I tried to look at the damage. A valve had burst and put a 4 inch long crack in the PVC piping coming off the water spigot. The near freezing water was soaking me, but I had to see if I could shut of the water there. No such luck, the pipe had burst right before the valve.Soaking wet, I ran to the front of the house to the shutoff valve at the wall. I

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Stoli needed surgery again.This time it was her other leg. The surgeon said that 50% of dogs that have their ACL repaired in one leg will need it in the other leg within two years. Personally, I blame El Nino. But at least she doesn’t have ACLs in her front legs. I think I can make it through this one more time, but any more and I’m going to snap.Friday on the way to work I dropped Stoli off at

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We decided to do an intimate New Years. Its been a tough year. Very Tough. We would be glad to be rid of 2006. But still, it was a quite celebration. No big parties. No huge crowd. Just Me, Mrs. Potor and the lads.We decided to by a nice bottle of champagne and just slowly enjoy the night. So I got a bottle of Moet & Chandon White Star. The rest of the night I spent fixing us delicious and

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A Merry Christmas to you and yours.

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Served with Crusty White Bread and Seirra Nevada Pale Ale

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1.6 Miles, 614 ft elevation gain3:40 PMI put a water bottle in my pack and popped some pina colada Shot Bloks in my mouth. I checked into the trailhead 50 minutes before the cutoff time. I was feeling pretty good about myself as I headed up the steep first part of the trail. My hip and knee were bothering me, but I knew I was going to make it. I didn’t care about the pain.As the trail turned

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5 Miles, 670 ft elevation gain2:25 PMI hit the trail head of Shaw Butte over an hour before the cutoff time. But having done the math in my head a long time ago I realized I was still in danger of not finishing in time. This trail was 5 miles, which at a normal pace should take 2 to 2 ½ hours. That had me getting off the trail at 4:30 to 5pm. We were supposed to be back at REI no later than 5.

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1 Mile, 475 ft elevation gain1:45 PMAs I pulled up to the trailhead of Lookout Mountain I knew I had to make up some serious time. I jumped out of the truck and headed to the check in. Hoping to travel light, I left my pack and water in the truck, even though it was around 85°F.#175OK. Good Job, keep it upI hit the trail hard, pushing as fast as I could go. Soon it got steep. The trail turned

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7 Miles, 1,310 ft elevation gain10:50 AMMy knee was sore as I checked at the trail head. But I knew I would never make it if I didn’t start making up some time. I started to jog down the trail and I felt sharp pains in my hip. Walking was fine, but the impact of jogging was painful, and probably damaging. I decided I had to push on the uphills instead of running the downhills.The sun was soaring

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2.4 Miles, 1,190 ft elevation gain9:04AMThey have set aside one of the parking lots just for our use and I pull into it. There are only a few cars here already, but I know it’s not because I am fast. It’s because others got better parking, closer to the trailhead. Again, I grab one Gatorade and one liter of water. A few other cars pull up as I head to down to check in at the trailhead.“#175” “OK

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2.2 Miles, 1,300 ft elevation gain7:19 AMI check in at the trailhead, giving the staff my number: 175. At the beginning and end of each trail you have to check in. That way, if anyone disappears, they are able to track the last place they were seen. It’s a good idea, but I hope they never need to use that information.I make a quick decision to take a pit stop, making use of the port-a-potties set

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3 Miles, 200 ft elevation gain6:20 AMI jump out of the truck and open the rear door. From the cooler I grab one water bottle and one Gatorade bottle and put them in my pack, knowing that I won’t really need them this early in the morning.To alleviate a potential bottleneck, we don’t have to check in at the trailhead. I just walk on by the staff and get started. The horizon is a faint glow and I

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4AMThe alarm goes off and I shake the sleep out of my eyes. The truck was packed last night so all I have to do is take a shower and get dressed. The freeways are empty and I make it to REI at 5, just when check in is starting.Its cold out, so waiting in line is uncomfortable. I’m glad that I brought my thick hoodie as well as a jacket. We have to wait around for the final briefing before we can

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Oh, its there. It’s been a pinprick of a dot for so long. But now its larger, and I can start to see forms on the other side. There are shapes , dull and hazy. It’s starting to get brighter. I can almost reach it. Now its frightening. Wrapped in armor, secure behind walls, fortified with defenses, I’ve been enduring. I did what I had to survive. But now I have to tear it all down.

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The Seven Summits: Everest, Aconcagua, Denali, Kilimanjaro, Elbrus, the Vinson Massif and Carstensz Pyramid. The tallest peaks on each continent have come are a quest to be conquered for many. Phoenix has an analog to this revered list. The Seven Summits of Phoenix are the most dominant peaks from the mountain preserves around the city. Desert spires that have become revered places to the

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For years I’ve been trying to get Mrs. Potor to enjoy the fruits of the great outdoors. But being born and raised in the Big Apple she is a bona fide city girl. She would rather have room service than a campfire. Well, Ok, room service is better, but the splendor of nature rarely takes a back seat to convenience. So, when she agreed to start hiking with me I jumped at he chance. We made a trip

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Growing up my life was very much like That 70s Show. Although I guess it would have been “That 80s Show” for me. My parents were eerily similar to Red and Kitty. Only my dad said “God Dammit!” instead of “Dumb Ass!” I am obsessed with Lost. I missed it the first time around but decided to rent the DVDs to get caught up. As with all great entertainment it is driven by quality character development

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I know I’ve been a slacker lately. Sorry, but my heart just hasn’t been in it.This picture I took driving home will just have to tide you over.

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My little cousin, the youngest of us all.

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I asked my cousin a head of time when she thought she would be the most nervous before the ceremony. I told her I would send her another picture in support. At 12:30 I prepared to shoot some silly picture of myself. Then my phone crashed. It wouldn’t do anything, I couldn’t even power it off. In the car I was frantically pulling the battery and trying to get it to work again. I was desperately

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Fresh shrimp is absolutely one of the best things in the world. Most people never have the real thing, so they don’t know any better. Let me tell you, the stuff you get at Red Lobster is a pale comparison for the real thing. But here it is, right off the shrimp boat. Savory, sweet and delicious. We grilled 2 pounds with some light garlic oil and melted butter. The other 2 pounds were steamed.

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The docks are right behind the market. And guess what comes off the boats and goes directly into the market…

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In the middle of the night I got up to get a drink. I carefully reached behind the cake to get that drink. I gingerly put it back after pouring myself a glass. I could just imagine trying to explain the dent I made in the cake because I wanted some Gatorade.That cake was made by my uncle’s daughter who is an absolutely incredible desert chef. This was the best cake I’ve ever had. Wedding cake

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After the rehearsal dinner luau we went back to my aunt and uncles house where I was staying. Since the enormous amounts of food we ate at the luau weren’t quite enough, we started eating again. Thus the wine and beer were opened. And dad started making Manhattans (hence the Jack).Why is there always alcohol around when my family gets together?

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Ok a little background here. I RSVPd to my cousins wedding by sending a picture of me sticking out my tongue to her cell phone. She said she cracked up when I did that. So, I decided to send her another one announcing my arrival in town (I sent her the picture and posted it here at the same time). She told me later that she received it right as she was freaking out during the rehearsal.As all her

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All airports need some kind of sculpture or ridiculous art. In Jacksonville I was treated to this. I guess it was more inspiring than the countdown clock to the Gatorbowl I saw on my way to baggage claim.Ah… The South.

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I actually saw my own bag get put on. I was so late getting to the gate I was afraid I was going to get a horrible seat (Southwest doesn’t have seat assignments) but I lucked out. The plane was barely two-thirds full, so I got a nice window seat. I know the aisle seats have more room, but I prefer the window. That way you can lean against the wall and sleep.Ahh…refreshing airplane sleep.

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Is it really that hard to have you boarding pass out and be ready when you get to the front of the line? There is always some mouth-breather that gets to the front of the line and then stands around looking like they have no idea what to do. “Oh, do I put my stuff on this conveyer belt?” “Oh, you want to see my ID? Why do you need to see my ID? Oh dear, where did I put it” This is why we should

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Ok, You know how this goes.I expect plenty of witty comments on my mobile posted pictures when I get back.

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Hiking today was great. I headed to the Hidden Valley and its famous rock formations on South Mountain. I have often avoided South Mountain for hiking because it is usually a freeway for mountain bikers. But since South Mountain is the largest city park in the United States it has some incredible trails that I couldn’t pass up today.I climbed up the Mormon trail, getting all the altitude gain out

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In preparation of hiking in hot weather tomorrow I have decided to prepare some food ahead of time. I know that I’ll be tired and in need of something delicious when I get back. I gathered all the ingredients and began to create a delicious culinary treat for tomorrow.Smelling it but not being able to eat it was difficult, but now I’ll have something to look forward to.After spending so much time

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I awoke early in preparation for going hiking. When I let out Hobie and Stoli at 5 AM it was already 91°F (33°C). At that point I decided to cancel the expedition. Yesterday was the hottest day of the year, so maybe hiking wasn’t the best idea for this morning. So instead of some nice healthy exercise…Jen’s post inspired me to make some Eggs Benedict. Its almost as healthy as exercising. Luckily

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As I climbed into my car NPR was reporting that it was 118°F (48°C). During the drive home from work I decided that due to the heat my traditional feast would need to be something on the lighter side. As I have posted before, one of my traditions is to have an epicurean feast whenever Mrs. Potor goes out of town. But, today it was just too hot to ply my craft over a hot grill. Not to mention that

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Sorry for not keeping up with the blog. Its just too hot to form coherent sentences. Its only July and I’m already sick of it. Usually it’s the end of August by the time I’m ready for summer to be over. But this year just seems worse. The temperature hasn’t maxed out that much, I don’t think we’ve had any days over 115 yet. Still ,it just seems hotter. Yesterday’s low was 92°F (33°C). Enough

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The Fourth of July requires grilling. It’s in the Constitution somewhere, I think in the Preamble. Although I love a good hot dog or burger, I wanted some grilled chicken today. So I fired up some charcoal and got to work. I ground up some secret spices and seasoned the chicken. I pared it up with some couscous and some white corn on the cob seasoned with Lawry’s salt and some cayenne

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This morning my continued efforts to condition my new boots brought me to a new trail. Pinnacle Peak is a prominent landmark in Scottsdale and for many years was off limits to hikers. But now the trail is open again and I decided to give it a try.This trail is quite different than the Wind Cave I hit earlier this weekend. Its not the terrain that is different, but the crowd it attracts. This is

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As I pulled up to the trail head I looked at the clock in the truck. I had made it at 6:30 am, my goal. The radio however was telling me that it was already 87°F (31°C). The sun was climbing quickly in the sky and I started to wonder if I had started too late. The only reprieve was the high wispy clouds courtesy of the newly arriving monsoons. Hopefully they would provide some relief. I checked

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It has finally happened! Something I have been hoping and wishing for years. Oh joyous day! Prepare a feast! Take time off work! Hallelujah! And what can have me so excited?Futurama is going back on the air!Comedy Central has picked up the rights and they will start producing new episodes! I was bummed when those chuckle-heads at Fox cancelled the show. But when I saw the resurrection of Family

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My last post made me think about other nasty foods that I actually like. The guilty treats I allow myself even though I know I should be rejecting them as disgusting. So, to continue with my tradition of other food related posts...here is an incomplete list:“Nacho” cheeseNot Nachos the dish, but Nacho Cheese. You know the stuff. It’s that unholy yellow-orange color and looks like melted plastic.

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Do you have a love-hate relationship with McDonalds?Let’s face it, a Big Mac is not quality cuisine. Yet from time to time, I need my fix. Pair it up with some of those fries and a coke and its….Americalicious! But how can I enjoy something that fatty and rancid? The little cardboard box it comes in is covered in greasy fingerprints. The grey meat patties are barely larger than a silver dollar.

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URGENT - WEATHER MESSAGE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE PHOENIX AZ 308 PM MST MON JUN 5 2006 AN EXCESSIVE HEAT WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM 10 AM TO 8 PM MST TUESDAY. HIGHS AROUND THE SOUTH-CENTRAL ARIZONA DESERTS BOTH TODAY AND TUESDAY WILL RANGE FROM ABOUT 108 TO 112. THE AIRMASS WILL BE DANGEROUSLY HOT....and the air conditioner in my truck dies.Isn’t that convenient? Then again, I guess its not

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Its true, I’ll never win the Nobel Prize. I’ll never have a statue made of me. But I can feel something within me. I know its there. A connection with a wider vision, something bigger than myself. History unlocks it’s secrets for me. The vastness of the universe, in all its infinite complexity, stretches out in my vision.In my mind I can see the boiling clouds of 51 Pegusai b. In my heart I can

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