Nother Car – Acquired

I bought a 1994 Lexus LS400 with 140,000 km on it from a guy yesterday. It’s a bit of a beater, but I hope it will be a reliable beater for the next 3-4 years.

Known issues:

  1. She needs new shocks, badly. That isn’t unexpected in a car this age. However, other than the groaning of the left rear (when the oil gets low, the shock makes a groaning sound when depressed, rather like people), the suspension is noiseless. The car has a soft suspension, and so shocks are very important. I will have to remedy this pretty soon.
  2. The instrument lights (actually, the whole dash) doesn’t illuminate in the morning until Sometime Later. This morning, it was about 15 minutes after starting. This is a known problem with 91-94 Lexus LS400s. The fix is to replace the instrument cluster (about $1200 from Lexus), or to replace three capacitors in the instrument cluster power supply, either $5 and a Saturday, or $200 if you pull the power supply and get someone else to do it. I’m thinking I’ll be trying one of the latter two.
  3. The driver’s side seat belt doesn’t retract properly. Apparently this is due to a solenoid gradually wearing out. The fix is to take it apart and clean it: if that doesn’t work, disconnect the solenoid. A new solenoid is apparently $200 from Lexus.
  4. The driver’s side seat springs are going soft. It sags on one side, and the seat depresses more than it should. The fix, probably, is to replace the seat – a new one will be out of the question, so I will have to try to find a used one. Either that or find someone that fixes such things – I wonder, in our replace-the-whole-unit age, whether such a thing exists any more.
  5. The automatic antenna is frozen. Might just need cleaning, might need replacing. We’ll see.
  6. Overhead light – out. Probably just a bulb. The footwell and door lights still light, so it’s not that bad.
  7. Various dents and scratches – will not be fixed.

All in all, not too bad for a 17 year old car.

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An Update On the No-Soap Thing

Way back in early June, I stopped using soap or shampoo in the shower. I also stopped using anti-perspirant (mostly). At the time, I was pretty nervous about it. We have been raised with the mantra that people who don’t use soap are dirty, smelly hippies and immigrants.

This is a three month report. I have been largely soap-free for the last three months. For those just coming to this story the first time, some clarification: first, I haven’t stopped washing, but when I shower, I don’t use soap or shampoo. I use water, a washcloth, and a brush. Second, I still wash my hands with soap. Quite often, in fact. After using the toilet, before and during meal prep, and before meals, among other times. Third, I am almost, but not quite, 100% antiperspirant free.

After three months:

  • My skin is generally less dry. My elbows, which were dry and scaly, are now just wrinkled. My back doesn’t itch – it used to drive me crazy. I have noticed no increase in skin blemishes.
  • I don’t smell. I wondered whether I would be able to get through the heat of the summer without antiperspirant, and I have mostly. I put it on twice, I think, when I was going to something where I would be hot and in close quarters. But in general, if I stick my nose in my own armpit, I can smell myself. Occasionally, while I am actively perspiring, it is stronger, but I am assured by those closest to me that even this is only noticeable if you get close, and it stops as soon as I stop actively perspiring.
  • My feet don’t stink. This is probably more due to the fact that I go barefoot as much as I can, but still, a good scrub with water and a brush seems to be all I need to keep my feet clean.
  • My scalp seems to have normalized. I have always had oily skin, and my face and scalp in particular are oil factories. After a shower, my scalp would feel clean for three or four hours, and then it would start to get oily again. By the next morning, it was very oily. Since I have stopped using soap, it has evened out, and now it seems to be lightly oily all the time. It doesn’t itch the way it used to, either. Since my hair is so short, I don’t know what my hair would look like, but I suspect that merely brushing it in running water would be enough to keep it softly shiny and clean.

In short, as long as you bathe regularly, soap is actually counter-productive. It causes your skin to overreact and overproduce the thing you are trying to control, which is the natural oil that traps dirt.

I Need Another Car

We will shortly become a 3 car family.

Christine drives Delilah, the pretty blue Mazda 3. I like her to have a new(ish) car – she needs a reliable vehicle. I drive Lola, the now-elderly 97 Miata. Lola has 300,000+ km on her now, and she’s starting to have a few issues. There’s a coolant leak inside the dash somewhere, there are rattles and she always has at least one slow leak because the wheels are corroded and old. She desperately needs a new top, which she will get soon.

So I need to think about replacing Lola – the problem is that she is worth very little on the market now. She is worth far more to us than the $1500 I might get for her.

We now number five half the time, and while we can fit five in Delilah, it is tight and all the children are growing like talkative weeds.

So I need to get another vehicle, one that will 1 not cost too much (I am looking at $5000 maximum) 2 be a reliable daily driver for me for the next 3 years or so 3 will carry 5 comfortably.

I have been looking at Toyota minivans – I can get a 12-14 year old Sienna with 150k km for anywhere between $2000 and $5000. Since most Toyotas are good for 350,000 km, there’s still a lot of life in something like that.

I have also been looking at Lexus LS400s. Depending, you can buy a 92-94 with 150 – 200,000 km on it for $3000 to $6000, and since Lexus is about the most reliable car made, even an 18 year old Lexus should be good for 400,000 km easy.

So now my internal argument comes down to this: A Lexus would be nicer to drive 95% of the time, when I am commuting to work. A minivan would be more practical 1% of the time, when I need to carry 5 people and their gear, or when I want to carry something large. Both should get about the same mileage, and cost about the same to insure.

I suspect that my decision will be made when the first acceptable vehicle appears.

A Long Overdue Update

Happenings around Chez Entropez in the last while:

  • I bought us a new desktop computer. The old one was purchased in (I think) 2005, so it was about time. The new one is a 6 core with with 6Gb of RAM and the base ATI video card. I will have to upgrade the video card at some point, probably next year, but so far the new machine is NIIIIICE. I also got a 21″ monitor with a webcam and microphone – not because I wanted them but because they were included in the monitor that was the right size, prize, and resolution. I used them to try out Google’s phone, and I must say I was impressed.
  • We hauled ourselves off to the PNE last Thursday. We had intended to get there in the early afternoon, but what with various people needing, losing, and requiring new prescriptions of various things, we didn’t get there till 3:00 or so. For the first time evar, we turned the kids loose with ride passes and a little money for snacks, and Christine and I wandered around the rest of the fair enjoying ourselves. Our enjoyment was tempered by Christine’s discomfort, however. A tooth that she had just had filled had become infected, and so she was in some pain.

    It was a cool day, midweek, and so the fair wasn’t crowded. The kids got our money’s worth with their ride passes, and we learned a lesson: don’t depend on 14 year olds hearing a ringing cell phone at a fair. We will be going back next Saturday, because HouseApe 2.0 is dancing, and we will arrange times and places to meet.

    There will probably be a post with some pictures and things, but I haven’t processed any photos for a while, so…

  • On Flickr, there seem to be a huge number of people who post nothing but pictures of what look to be expensive huge-eyed dolls as if they were real people. See here and here and here
  • I don’t like John Lennon’s music.
  • My stress these days is ubiquitious, and I am snarly as a result. There’s the good/bad low-level stress of trying to sell the house and all that that entails – trying to keep the place so that it can be showing condition with an hour’s notice, uncertainty about the future, schools, etc. And then there’s work, which has become such a maelstrom of douchebaggery that I have started to disengage. Nobody talks to me much any more (it’s not because I’m me, it’s because nobody talks to anybody any more) so I just sit at my desk and work on things I think are important. Right now, this involves providing huge amounts of data to somebody who is attempting to remedy a colossal bout of douchebaggery that caught up to the company a couple of months ago, but that is a stressful occupation all on its own – the people who want the data don’t understand the difficulties in querying tables with more than a billion rows in them, and people who want other things done and who are used to just dropping by are just dropping by.

    I am not snarly with the children, but at work I can feel my blood pressure rise when people get in my way.

Portrait on a Slow Boat to the Islands

It’s been a busy ol’ summer. Lots going on around Chez Entropez, and a lot of back and forth, hither and yon.

Chris and I had a kidless week as HouseApe 1.0 was at camp (this was arranged prior to her move to live with us) and HouseApes 2.0 and 3.0 were on Mayne Island with their grandparents.

At the beginning of our kidless week, we took all the kids over to Mayne on the first Saturday ferry. We then spent a hot and glorious Saturday afternoon swimming and boating before HouseApe 1.0 and I left on Sunday morning to deliver her to camp near Duncan.

Chris and I met up at home again late Sunday night, had our childless week and then met at the ferry terminal on Friday night on our way to retrieve them.

This is Chris on the ferry on Friday afternoon. It was taken with my new toy. It is straight out of the camera – I haven’t even fooled with the contrast.

If you click on the image, it should take you to the original resolution image, which is biggish if you’re on dialup – around 3 Mb. If you wait for the big image to load and scroll down till you can see her eyes, you should see the remarkable clarity that the camera has recorded. Fine detail is perfectly preserved. The lens is very crisp, with a high degree of sharpness and excellent contrast. In the high resolution image, subtle variations of colour are faithfully reproduced – this, more than anything else, is what makes an image look life-like.

I am a lucky man. Those eyes really are that colour, that vibrant, that alive. Yes, I am a lucky, lucky man.

August Might Be My Favourite Summer Month

I like July, too, with its long days, but I think August is my #1 summer month. Although I am quite partial to September, too. August often has the kind of heat I like to have a few days of, to remind me that I am human and mortal and a creature of sensation. Heat that makes you sweat, and that peels the layers off the females, and that makes you aware of your skin, how the sun feels on it and the wind and the cool touch of an air conditioner.

Yesterday was one of those days.

Chris and I like fairs. We have always gone to the PNE, and we go to others whenever we can, the Agrifair in Abbotsford and the Fall Fair on Mayne Island if we can get there.

We are also childless this week – I’d say childfree, but that word has been spoiled by elements of the ChildFree movement – and so yesterday we jumped in the Miata and headed south rather than fire up the stove. I had intended that we would drive Chuckanut Drive back and forth and then see what sort of interesting dinner we might find in Fairview, but once we crossed the border we saw signs for the Lynden Fair.

Well, we said, we’ll just have to go to that. And we did.

Unfortunately, my new tote-around camera takes a different cable than all the other goddam things that I tote around with me, and so while I have three cables in my bag, none of them fit. So the scintillating images I took will have to wait.

We did the usual fair things, except rides. We watched animals and horse-judging and wandered through animal barns. We purchased overpriced beef sandwiches and onion rings from leathery bleached-blondes, and noted that even though the beef was overpriced, it was pretty damn good.

We listened to the demolition derby (tickets were an extra $15, and it was sold out anyway) and drank lemonade and marveled at steam mops and fancy dog leashes. We ate poffertjes, which are sort of like little doughnuts without the hole, and had ice cream and looked at animals and had ice cream from the Whatcom County Dairy Women. We oohed and aahed at quilts and lego creations and noted that the competition for the photography prizes seemed remarkably weak.

All that stuff. We did all that stuff. It never gets old.

And then we drove home through the cool fragrant dark.

Sometimes I hate being a grown-up

As I was leaving to catch a ferry which wound up being 45 minutes late (but still an hour closer to being on time than Dean’s ferry), HouseApes 2.0, 3.0, and a couple of 2.0’s friends were preparing to go tubing behind my dad’s boat:

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Tomorrow will be more of the same, while I go back to work.

NO FAIR!!!!!!!

Gaaaah!

4 teenage girls. 1 8 year old boy. 2 frazzled adults.

Annual kid’s vacation on Mayne Island – underway as we attempt to get 5 kids who stayed up too late last night packed and out to the ferry at 7:00 AM.

Oh, and we have to leave the 1200 SF townhouse in showing condition.

It Is…

35 degrees here right now. That’s 95 F. Even I, the most heat-hardy resident of Chez Entropez, am finding it warm.

Ish.