First of all, some caveats. This is long. It’s boring. It’s probably profane. I should be embarrassed by much of it. But it all happened, and maybe writing it down will help me remember it. And it feels right to start 2014 with a “State of the Wrangler” manifesto, so here goes. You probably shouldn’t read this.
My poor Sebring needs like $1400 worth of maintenance again. Last time I had it in for maintenance was during last tour and it cost me like $2k, so I guess this is a step in the right direction? I don’t know that I should even be putting that kind of money into my car, considering that it’s 10 years old, but given that I’m looking at a year of limited income (to say the least), I’m definitely not in the market for a new car. Besides, I like my car.
Over the years, I’ve accumulated a lot of hosted domains on my VPS, and this is the morning where I finally cull the herd and drop the dozens of addresses no longer using my services, no longer paying JVS, or just that have dropped off the face of the earth. It’s taking a surprisingly long time. It’s also bringing up a raft of memories and ghosts of dead projects that’s making me a little sad, even though they weren’t generally my projects in the first place. Then again, maybe it’s a tribute to the endless creativity of my friends and the people I know that they’re always coming up with new things.
Either way, this has been on my “When I get Home…” list for a long time. Then back to cataloging wine even though I don’t want to.
It’s 36 bottles. I brought them home on the airplane, so I checked 4 items (3 cases and my backpack), the third and fourth of which cost $175 each to Quantas. Dayum, says I. Then again, WineFlite wanted $585 for 30 bottles, I think, and who knows how that would have gone.
Now it’s on to finishing the data entry so I can get through some of the other projects that I’ve got on my plate. Whee!
I keep doing these things – I don”t know why. I know that I”m in Australia and that”s cool, and I know that most people don”t get to see this sort of view often (at least, I don”t), so I”ll put it up. I spent an unreasonable amount of time tweaking this thing, recording the voiceover (which is terrible, I apologize in advance), making decisions and generally fretting, but at the end of the day I figured it wasn’t going to get better, so I hit the EXPORT button.
Like the rest, vid moved after the break for organization’s sake.
I did a weird time lapse video of the drive south through basically the entire Barossa Valley in South Australia yesterday. It’s weird because I inexplicably chose 12 fpm as a format, which just makes it all look unnaturally-jumpy to me.
Sorry about that.
As usual, video after the break.
I broke clapboard like a month ago trying to do some halfassed maintenance, and here’s what it gets me. Basically 2013 was a wash, update-wise, since I wrote almost nothing at all, either here or elsewhere, but it would have been nice to get SOME things on board here. I’ll update more in a bit, and I’m even putting together a scheme where I put up a bunch of photos from the world tour I just completed. Maybe some of that will get written now that I know I have a place to put it.
For now, from the porch at the Lyndoch Hill restaurant, I’ll sign off.
I know everybody gets their stuff on FB anymore, but for people who still use the internet as if it’s not a revival of AOL in 1996, here’s the first of many pics to come from Spain Doesn’t Suck 2013. I’ve had an amazing 2 days here, and now it’s time for more travel, more wine, and less sleep. Because how is 4 hours not enough for 5 or 6 nights in a row? I’m happy with it at the moment, but of course that could be the wine speaking.
and wow I’m tired!We’ve been running hard this month, no doubt. I’m in Cologne today for a show, yesterday was a show in Stuttgart, Wednesday was Gdansk, Tuesday was Berlin… and this coming Monday is Prague. By my math, that’s 5 shows in 7 days.
But not how you’d think.
This time, I put my stuff through, and (it turns out) someone grabbed my bag thinking it was theirs. It was a real pain in the ass, and I had to make a pain in the ass out of myself to make someone get it back, because I wasn’t about to let it go without a fight.