This is **only** a test.

Most summer weekends there’s a couple motorcycle classes running in the parking lot at Bunker Hill Community College. Though I can’t say I’ve ever really wanted a motorcycle, I have always wanted to at least know how to ride one. This weekend I finally took the plunge. Here’s a picture of the bike I’m riding for the course (they supply helmets too).

The class I signed up for runs Friday evening 6-9, Saturday 8-4, and Sunday 7-12. It’s a mix of classroom and on-bike instruction, and at the end of it (assuming I pass the evaluation) I’ll receive my motorcycle license in the mail in a few weeks.

I just completed day two, and all that remains is a bit more riding in the morning followed by the evaluation. It’s been a lot of fun, and both easier and harder than I expected. Getting the bike moving was easier than I thought it would be; coordinating both hands and both feet for stops on the other hand is definitely one of my weak spots. Knowing how to drive a stick-shift car has helped, but not as much as I’d hoped. And one thing I should have expected but didn’t was how brutally sore my legs would be, even after just a few hours on the bike. It reminds me of the first time I went horseback riding as a kid at summer camp.

It’s easy to see why people fall in love with riding. The experience was powerful and exhilarating, even at barely more than 15 mph on a diminutive bike. I don’t know that I’d actually buy a motorcycle, but if nothing else this has been a really cool way to spend the holiday weekend.

After more than enough rain earlier on this summer, this is one of those perfect summer nights here in Boston that almost makes you forget how miserable it is in, say, mid-February.

Since Word Hacks came out (yikes — almost 4 years ago now!), the reviews have generally been quite positive (both at Amazon and on oreilly.com). There hadn’t been a new one in some time, so I was pleasantly surprised to find this one posted just last month:

This is an adventure in programmatic praxiology. It is very well written and very well presented. I learned a ton of ways to actually use VBA with Word.

I love hearing that people found stuff they are actually using.

In related news, Word Hacks is currently was recently #4 on Amazon under books about Office 2000.

Switched personal blog to WordPress. Digging the iPhone support.

I heard yesterday that we haven’t had 3 days in a row without rain in Boston since April(!!). That is certainly abnormal. One side effect has been eerily healthy flowers in neighborhood window boxes and planters.

Here’s a sunflower plant just down the street that in the past few days has now grown taller than me (note the traffic signs for reference). This is not something you usually see in a city sidewalk planter:

Audrey and I bought our first house in June, and all was going swimmingly, until last Monday.

First, after noticing it was growing unusually humid around the dryer, we discovered the dryer vent tube was completely severed. Who knew there was a company called “Dryer Vent Wizards” — that does nothing but service dryer vents? Angie’s List, that’s who knew. So far the Angie’s List membership has been one of our best purchases.

Replacing the vent line involved cutting holes in the floor and in one wall. The ceiling was feeling left out, but wouldn’t be for long.

Next up was a wobbly toilet — didn’t seem urgent, but with dinner guests coming next week, I didn’t want to take any chances. FYI, “broken flange” isn’t something you want to hear from a plumber (also found on Angie’s List). Because the basement is finished, they had to cut a large hole in the basement ceiling to get at the problem. Three hours and nearly $900 later, problem solved.

And then tonight while troubleshooting the icemaker that hasn’t worked since we moved in, I was tracing the water line feeding it and found myself standing in a puddle near the HVAC system. Good times. Took a bit of sleuthing, but we traced the problem to the drain pipe, which was completely clogged with … wet lint — apparently resulting from the previous owner running the dryer with a broken vent line. Second-best investment in the new house: Wet/Dry vac. Sucked the drain pipe clear, and all is now well.

At least until tomorrow…

Telling someone to “show some initiative” sounds patronizing. I suppose another way to put it is: “be your own best cheerleader — to yourself, and to those around you”. Still sounds hokey, but it’s true. Here’s two recent posts on the subject.

First, Seth Godin, on the difference between getting and taking:

Many employees do the same thing at work. They wait for a boss (hopefully a great one) to give them responsibility or authority or experiences that add up to a career. A few people, not many, but a few, take.

And Scott Berkun, who took the plunge of self-employment after realizing he’d really been waiting for his own permission to act:

No one will tell you what you’re capable of. No one told me to quit. No one told me to write books. None of the interesting things I’ve done started by someone telling me “you should do X.” or even “you are capable of doing X”. I’d been thinking about this for years but was waiting for some message from above to show up like the billboard in L.A. Story, saying “Scott. Now is the time. The universe has your back. Go do it”. But I’m still waiting for that. I’ve learned that not having support from others is not a reason not to do try something. I have to do the work, so my belief is enough.

200+ people simultaneously freeze in Grand Central Station.