Los Angeles

First earthquake: Chino Hills Earthquake

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I had just stepped out of the shower and the whole wall I share with my neighbor appeared to move. I didn’t know what was going on. I heard rumbling and wall was moving, “Does my neighbors closet shake my apartment?” I placed my hands on the wall and tried pushing. Nothing happened. The moment was gone and I left for the office. When I arrived I was asked “Were you riding during the earthquake?” That was my only indication as to what had happened.


The now

The NowI noticed that every picture of me on the main page has a beard. A glorious beard. Well, that’s not in line with reality, so I have provided the picture above of my daytime habitat.


My mechanic

Floor shift
My mechanic is awesome. I mentioned earlier that the panel truck had blown a power steering hose. Being new to LA I contacted the only hotrod person in the area I knew, which led me to Morgan Auto Service. It’s within 2 miles of my house. I took the truck in, they replaced the hose, gave it a much needed oil change, and got it back to me within the day. Much better than the epically bad service I received in Vegas.

While in the shop, Dave pointed out that it looked like the shifter was about to break. I told him that it actually had broken and he was looking at the repair. I didn’t have time to fix it then. About a month later the headlights went out (the electrical system is the weakest part of this build). I took the truck in and had them fix the lights and investigate the shifter linkage. The whole column would have to be replaced… or we could convert it to floor shift. I went the floor shift route. It’s an automatic so I chose a short shifter and had them put it as far forward as possible. I think it turned out really well and they even recut the custom floor mats to fit perfectly.

The panel truck maybe problematic, but it’s a huge relief to finally have competent mechanic close by.



Terminal Tower
Immediately after moving to Santa Monica, I headed to Cleveland for Notacon. Well, not right away. First, the power steering hose had to blow on the panel truck while visiting Sarah.

Notacon is a hacker convention, but is interesting for featuring Blockparty, a demoparty. You can find my posts about Notacon on Hack a Day. The conference was okay. The 12 hours it took Holiday Inn to get me into a room were freaking awful. Cleveland sucks. Knowing my track record for hating on places, I’ll end up moving there some day.