Archive for January, 2010

Experiment One: A Man

Sunday, January 10th, 2010

This quarter at school I am taking a poetry class. Subsequently, I’ll be writing some poems, and I’ve decided to share some of them throughout the quarter. This poem is for our first poetry assignment. For lack of better title, it shall be called Experiment One: A Man.

A man protects his family from bears.
A man sits on his porch and smokes cigars.
A man walks up steep mountains, but
A man comes home in time for supper.
A man shares memories with his children.
A man shares ice cream with his dog.
A man is very emotional, but
A man sometimes forgets how to show it.
A man sits on his porch and smokes cigars.
A man protects his family from bears.

Headlamp Alignment, and the Camaro!

Sunday, January 10th, 2010

It’s been a while since I’ve done any work on my car, mostly due to school and the poor weather. I was in the mood yesterday, though, and I managed to finally get my headlamps aligned. The driver’s headlamp was way off, making it hard to drive at night. It turns out that headlamp bucket is actually missing a few pieces, so I jury-rigged it using a zip tie, some scrap metal, a couple screws, and a plastic sheet metal nut (or whatever those things are called). It’s still a little loose, but cooperative enough to align correctly and stay in place. At some point I’m going to replace the whole headlamp bucket, since it’s cracked, and apparently missing some parts, but until then, it’s in working order.

The other big news: today my dad got his 1970 Camaro running again! It’s been sitting in a tent for the past few years, and sitting around undriven for years before that, simply because my dad hasn’t had the time to work on it. Today, after replacing the fuel pump and jump starting it three times, my dad was able to pull it up to the driveway and give it a wash. Then we took it for a drive, and he let me drive it back home. It’s lower than the Mustang, and it has power steering, which is nice. It handles pretty well too. It needs a new battery, though, which was evident since it died right before he could pull it into the garage, even after letting it run for a while and taking it for a drive. But it lives! So now there are two forty-year-old cars sitting in our garage.