New wheels

A has been using my old track wheelset since november, when she got herself a pista frame Now the time has come for new wheels, and she is building up some sweet Campag Gipemme track hubs on velocity aero wheels---the first wheelset she is building herself.

Amelia's parents are moving to San Diego, so they needed some help with garden work to get everything ready. We biked out there and replanted bamboo, and pruned trees. We also got a good look of the wild Oregonian tree monkey, it is very dangerous actually. And there was blueberry cobbler to boot.
On a different note, I have been trying to get faster on my bike so I have instigated a training program of sorts. As a consequence I have been going on some longer rides in the middle of the week. This week I have biked 170 miles already, which boggles my mind but it quickly adds up when you ride your bike every day

Our garden, ourselves

In the end of february, we double dug and planted our garden plot, and we are seeing some plants coming along nicely. The most agressive grower right now is rhubarb---you can see noticable difference in height on different times of the day. Slugs have already caught on to us though, so we will put out beer traps shortly.

The eruption seen from the comfort of our own home

This is what the cloud of ash from Mt. Saint Helens looked like from the roof of our house. Not so impressive, unless you consider it comes from an actual VOLCANO. Other fun active volcanoes: Mount Tabor, in the middle of SW Portland. I kid you not: the crater is capped with a Nike sponsored basketball court. One day.....

Volcano eruption galore

When I rode home from work yesterday, this is what I saw. Mount Saint Helen's, who redesigned hundreds of squaremiles in an eruption ten years ago or so, had another incident. Granted, this was on a much smaller magnitude. The picture is taken precisely where I come down from the mountain---the whole road was full of people trying to get the best view.

Hello Green Card

Today, I got my green card. The surprise was how mundane the actual process was when it finally happened. At 9.45 this morning I showed up, waited in line for a while, surrendered some documents, got my fingerprints taken and signed some papers. And now I am a bona fide permanent resident. This means I can work wherever I want, travel freely (as long as I don't stay away for more than six months at a time), and generally not worry about immigration stuff as much. Hurra! This calls for ethiopean food for celebration, at least. Maybe at San Rafael Cafe, Portlands best ethiopean place