Thursday, January 31, 2008
So I just grabbed a triple-shot vanilla latte from the BRAND NEW BIBO in the B of A building on my block. What a killer space this is. I knew it would be, and heard rumors that the same architect (Jack Hawkins) who designed the first Bibo on Mt. Rose street, had his hands in this new space as well. It's not so much a coffee shop as it is a kiosk, but it fits into the space so perfectly. Seriously, the pictures from my cameraphone don't really do it justice, because it's simply choice.
Oh yeah, the latte was awesome, and I don't want to assume anything, but I think that it goes without saying that the fine baristas that Paul and his wife (name escapes me...DOH!) have working in their shops KNOW. THEIR. COFFEE. They take the time to get it done right.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
As you can see, I couldn't really get my mouth to take a break from eating in time to do it justice, but trust me...it was $. I get an email from Newman's every morning, telling what the special of the day is going to be. Today it was a Hot Ham Croissant Sandwich for $ 4.99, which included Ham, Swiss Cheese, Honey Mustard and Ham Glaze, served on a Croissant.
(Bonus points go to anyone that can identify the contents of the picture on my computer screen...put into this post because I'm a flickr dork).
Anyway, I've been eating at Newman's since good old Pete was in charge, and my Grandma would take me there for a nice lunch every so often. Wouldn't you know it, a few years ago I move into the neighborhood, and now all I have to do is cross the street to get one of Reno's all time best sandwiches. The boys in the office here eat there so regularly that the new(er) owners, Chuck and Maria, have even named one of our special orders the "Egan Special". It's a hot turkey and swiss with lettuce and tomato on wheat. Check it out and tell me it doesn't really hit the spot some time.
Rock on, Newmans.
Back to work.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
The phrase in question this time is one that I have become quite accustomed to, "What Up?". I use it in place of "Hello" or "How are you?". It's catchy and more than anything, it WAS comfy.
Now it's on a South Virginia Street billboard (click on the picture to get a closeup) stating that you can get "Unlimited What Ups?" with this particular company's text service. Puke.
So yeah, I immediately started thinking about what I would replace What Up with. I recalled an email that a friend of mine from the City sent me a couple of days ago, which began: "Hows Tricks?". I thought it was a little bit ghetto and perhaps a bit young, but still it was catchy and I know it will inevitably roll off my lips some time soon. I have, in the past, used "Howzit?" and "What's Crackin'?" (or with the right friend, even "What's Crack-a-lackin'?"), so it's not like it will be a real stretch, just something new. And to be sure I'm not inadvertently asking someone I don't know the wrong thing, like "How are the prostitutes performing today?", I double checked the usage by cross-referencing Urbandictionary.com's entry. Bingo, I think we have a winner.
Now stop using "What up?" along with me and together we will crush the advertising sucko's* that endeavor to capitalize on all that is still sacred, personal or just otherwise cool in our culture.
*For the record, YES, I was an advertising sucko in a former life. A wannabe creative, no less.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
We took advantage of a little sunshine and mostly dry roads to hop on the bikes and cruise the 'hood. We started with some hoops at the Snows courts. While Bodie chased the ball as far as I could throw it, Sean and I worked on our ball-handling. At four years old, he's remarkably coordinated, and I was totally blown away by his ability to dribble up and down the court, switching hands and hitting me under the hoop with a powerful chest pass. I'll admit, I took almost all of the shots, but he's like three feet tall, so he was happy to get the assists.
Seriously, though, check out the triple threat:
You can't teach instincts like that.
Onward North to California Avenue, we rolled on in to Blue Moon Pizza, which Sean declared to be a "wicked awesome" place.
Indeed. We decimated a 4-cheese 'za in no time, and he was stoked to get a tootsie roll lollipop as a take-home from the killer staff of this local joint.
We saw a few neighborhood peeps on the way to and from, and had a much needed breath of fresh air. All in all, a great day in an otherwise pukey weekend.
Friday, January 18, 2008
My grandfather was, in his early days, a musician. Actually he still is, as I hear he recently acquired a new set of drums and has a hobby that must just drive his Betty craaaaazy! I guess that's where I get my passion for playing, especially on the drums. I recently got a usb record player from Babymama for Christmas, and I stayed up late last night playing with it. The first song I converted to digital was from an old '33 of my Grandpa's group "The Euonia Quartet". It's a little rough, but worth a listen. He wailed on the drums.
Enjoy. I did.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I think he was about 2 or 3 in this picture. He was a fearless and coordinated little kid, and I used to have so much fun with him. "Throw me higher, Brian" he begged me right after I had tossed him softly in the pool and right before this picture was snapped. I knew when his little head finally made it back up above the surface of the water that he didn't realize he would go so high or sink so deep before he caught his breath again. He almost looked a little scared...but he wasn't. What a stud he still is. Ten years old. My little sister's first born, no less. He's a sensitive, good-looking, caring young man. I miss him dearly since he and his parents and two little siblings moved to Vegas. I'm happy for being around to throw him in this pool a few years back. I'll have to do it again when they come up to visit us this summer.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Reno Ballpark Update is an independent project undertaken by me, Erik
Flippo of Peavine Design Inc., a Reno-based graphic and web design firm.
I've been a baseball fan since I lived in the Bay Area in the early
1990's, where I was exposed to the nadir and then the zenith of ballpark
experiences. The worst: attending Giants games at Candlestick/3Com Park, where I
earned a coveted "Croix de Candlestick" for braving the frigid conditions of an
extra-inning night game there. The best: attending games four and five of the
2002 World Series and witnessing Ichiro Suzuki's inside-the-park home run at the
2007 Major League All-Star Game at AT&T Park.
I have been a season
ticket holder at Pacific Bell/SBC/AT&T Park since Opening Day 2000. There
are few things more pleasant in life than sitting along the first base line on a
Saturday afternoon and watching the boats sail into McCovey Cove for a chance at
fishing a Splash Hit home run out of the water. If attending a game at the
ballpark in downtown Reno replicates even a tenth of that experience, it will be
worth the investment.
This site is not affilated with SK Baseball,
Nevada Land or Manhattan Capital Sports, nor their subsidiary or parent
I love downtown Reno. I do a good amount of my commercial real estate business in downtown Reno. I believe this ballpark is one of the biggest catalysts for positive change and growth in my hometown. I can't wait to see shovel meet dirt sometime next month, so I'll be checking on Eric and his blog once a day. Good work, EF.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
WELLINGTON, New Zealand (AP) — Sir Edmund Hillary, the unassuming beekeeper who
conquered Mount Everest to win renown as one of the 20th century’s greatest
adventurers, has died, New Zealand Prime Minister Helen Clark announced Friday.
He was 88.
The gangling New Zealander devoted much of his life to aiding the
mountain people of Nepal and took his fame in stride, preferring to be called
“Ed” and considering himself just an ordinary beekeeper. “Sir Ed described
himself as an average New Zealander with modest abilities. In reality, he was a
colossus. He was an heroic figure who not only ’knocked off’ Everest but lived a
life of determination, humility, and generosity,” Clark said in a statement.
“The legendary mountaineer, adventurer, and philanthropist is the best-known New
Zealander ever to have lived,” she said. Hillary’s life was marked by grand
achievements, high adventure, discovery, excitement — and by his personal
humility. Humble to the point that he only admitted being the first man atop
Everest long after the death of climbing companion Norgay.
I have been thinking and reading about this man for over a year now. What he accomplished, what kind of intestinal fortitude is takes to conquer ANY mountain, real or metaphorical. His passing is a sharp reminder that the world needs more people cut from this cloth.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I wish I had better video capabilities to show him sliding across the icy streets of the Old Southwest.
Ok. Play time's over now, back to work.
I wonder what this internet haunter was thinking as he or she typed those famous words this last New Year's eve. Perhaps they were making plans to ring 2008 in with a proverbial bang.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always
has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he
would reply, 'If I were any better, I would be twins!'
He was a
If an employee was having a bad day, John was
there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I
went up and asked him, 'I don't get it!
You can't be a positive
person all of the time How do you do it?'
He replied, 'Each morning
I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in
a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad mood
I choose to
be in a good mood.'
Each time something bad happens, I can choose
to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to
accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I
choose the positive side of life.
'Yeah, right, it's not that
easy,' I protested.
'Yes, it is,' he said. 'Life is all about
choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose
how you react to situations You choose how people affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's
your choice how you live your life.'
I reflected on what he said.
Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost
touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of
reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that he was involved
in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he
was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.
him about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he
was, he replied, 'If I were any better, I'd be twins..Wanna see my
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had
gone through his mind as the accident took place.
'The first thing
that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,' he
replied. 'Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I
could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live.'
'Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?' I
He continued, '..the paramedics were great.
kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and
I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really
scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take
'What did you do?' I asked.
'Well, there was
a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,' said John. 'She asked if I was
allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as
they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity''
Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate
on me as if I am alive, not dead.'
He lived, thanks to the skill of
his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that
every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude , after all,
is everything .
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow
will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.' Matthew 6:34.
After all today is the tomorrow you worried about
Monday, January 7, 2008
It's important to remember that it's not literally happening to me. I'm not literally sinking. I'm not even watching my house "sink" like all those poor people in Fernley had to do a couple of days ago. They were literally under water. They are still just drying out. I'm not literally under water at this moment, it's just a metaphor.
But sometimes I do feel like this.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Kids rocking their Christmas outfits.
Partying down with the fam in Graeagle.