Tech Lust for this week

Don't need an Iphone; I'll wait a year. What I do want, though:

http://www.enertiabike.com/content/view/8/8/

Electric short range fast recharge motorcycle; suitable to get me all around the South Bay, all the way to Santa Cruz through the hills, all the way to San Francisco, as long as I stay off the freeway.

Hmmm.

And for just one more time, I will take the northwest passage...

She didn't skate on the edge of disaster, she jumped the damn canyon, and landed on the other side--not without injury, but she got up, she always got up. The Geoffreys war couldn't NOT donate money to a charity related to a disease she had--breast cancer, lymphoma, heart conditions, kidney things--until we made DAMN SURE by picking prostate cancer as the disease. She walked through some jobs, being a massage therapist, an occupational therapist, a psych person, an ergonomics/human factor psych student.

I remember her when Rusty came out for his wedding reception here, scaring us all in the Great Mall, laughing so hard the blood spurted out her nose--great party trick! Shit, it's REAL!

I remember her kind sharp wit at parties.

I remember her in a pub in Oregon, in a dark time.

I remember her laughing at the stories as she ate tidbits at the Afghan restaurant. It was a good night.

She raised two fine people in difficult conditions. She changed, adapted, re-did. She accepted help with grace, and helped when she could, with aplomb.

She inspired a Company of fine skills, and display thereof. To the Company of St. Teresa!

She achieved the Order of the Laurel in the SCA, a sign of the beauty she could make.

Teresa, thanks. See you again sometime.

Teresa McCartney, October 18th, 1961 to September 29th, 2007