I thought I’d share this: It costs me $117 per year to register my KAWK with the state of California. I know that may scare some of you but do not yet fret; my KAWK is for sale! You too can register your KAWK with California once it’s yours.
But seriously? I’m selling my 2005 Ninja ZX6R. Tell your friends, tell your mom. The price is negotiable. As the craigslist post says below, it’s very reliable. I’d be happy to answer any questions.
I’ll try to keep this information up to date as things play out. (eg. mileage changes, crashing it, etc).
Current modifications:
Metzeler Sportec M3s
Power Commander III w/USB
Yoshimura slip-on
Jumper mod
Brake calipers from 2007+ Ninja (Replaced stock gold Tokico with stock black Nissin calipers)
Rearsets from 2007+ Ninja (they’re the same as the originals, just black instead of silver)
Frame sliders (just put those on)
Puig Double bubble dark smoke windscreen (so you can see the gauges if you’re over 6′ tall)
Other info:
Clean title in hand
It has 16,xxx miles
4 cylinders
636cc
6 speed
Undertail exhaust
Stock suspension tuned for 190lb rider
Fast as hell
It looks like my buds at Winter Motorsports are taking a step into rebuilding vintage motorcycles. The Winter brothers just launched a brand new website bloodfin.com The fab. shop has built, maintained, and raced winners at SCORE Primm 300, SCORE Laughlin, MDR Lucerne, Baja 1000 etc and now they’re moonlighting as a custom vintage motorcycle shop.
Currently, they’re putting together a rather cool 1975 Kawasaki KZ400. Be sure to check them out and keep tabs on their build progress.
Matt tells me they have a KZ1000 sidecar in the works. I can’t wait to see it!
I’m cleaning my air filter for my bike and I’m waiting for it to dry. ie. I only do this when I’m really bored. So, I installed Kubuntu 9.10 on my laptop (Dell Inspiron 1720) and so far I love it. I had a problem suspending to RAM (sleeping) and I was able to fix it. If someone stumbles across this, I hope this helps you:
The boot loader grub was replaced by “grub2″ and it works a lot differently.
sudo vi /etc/default/grub #(instead of /boot/grub/menu.lst)
Now add “i8042.reset” to the end of GRUB_CMDLINE_LINUX_DEFAULT.
So instead of this:
Anyway, I’m liking KDE; it’s pretty much awesome. It’s like a blend of the best parts from Windows and Mac without the suck. It’s seems to run faster than the default Ubuntu install (for me). You should check it out now: http://www.kubuntu.org/
I hate your commercials; no one gives a shit about your marketing campaigns which includes a random assortment of mascots. A gecko, stack of money, and cavemen? Come on! You guys are a bunch of assholes; pick a mascot and stick with it. You guys are worse than Pepsi changing their logo every few years.
I hate your mailing; Every even numbered day of the year, I get a fucking piece of yellow spam from you. It tells me I can save 15% by switching to Geico. Let me first explain that I have 3 vehicles registered with your largest competitor and you CANNOT beat their price; please stop trying to get me to be your customer; I never will be because A) I hate you, 2) you’re 10% more expensive than my current insurance company C) I hate your employees.
That’s right: I hate your employees as they are jerks just like your marketing people. As luck would have it, I happen to work right next to your large ass building in San Diego. I arrive at work in between 8 and 8:30AM, and leave work around 4:30PM, Monday through Friday. Every damn day I get cutoff by one of your employees. They DO NOT understand right of way at a 4 way stop; they DO NOT understand that you CANNOT continue to drive in a center turn lane; they DO NOT know how to use their fucking turn signals. The complete irony of the situation really aggravates me; see, I can understand if your company sold tiny model airplanes assembled by thousands of glue sniffing 75 year old Asian women, but you don’t. You sell motor vehicle insurance and your employees are the worst subset of bad drivers on the road!
Top 4 subsets of Worst Drivers in San Diego:
4) Asian women
3) Drunk drivers
2) People who text while driving
1) Geico employees
In short: When I look into the sky to appreciate what a beautiful day it is and I see “GEICO” written in air text graffiti, I hate you. I hate you because you fervently permeate multiple aspects of my everyday routine. I hate your commercials; I hate your mailing; I hate your employees; I hate your face.
Warning: Curse words below. If you’re easily offended, or might think different of me, please don’t read.
“But did you have to use them?”
Yes, it’s funnier.
It’s a long story, but I’m ‘borrowing’ tyler.tel… and let me tell you, (sarcasm alert) it’s so awesome! Imagine a normal domain name, then remove all its functionality; what you have left is .tel. It’s easier to compile a list of things you CAN do with it but it’s funnier to create a “CAN’T” list:
With .tel domains you cannot…
use as name servers
send mail with them
create a blog like yours truly
create custom DNS records
sell things online
sell things offline
redirect to existing websites
use as remote storage
use as DNS to point to remote storage
think of a bad business name, create a fake business, print business cards, and hand them out like this douchebag: http://dynamiclendingandinvestments.com/ Not only was this guy shamelessly hitting on my friend at the bar, he tried to impress me with his business card of large buzz words that when put together are incomprehensible. I told him the only thing he’s missing from his company title is ‘Solutions’; he thought it was a good idea. But I digress.
Here’s what you CAN do:
list your personal contact information online for stalkers and spammers
squat on http://winter.tel like a jerk face.
admire your gray and white contact page with purple highlights that looks like everyone elses .tel page
The central registry for .tel is ‘telnic’ (clever, I know). If you try to visit nic.tel it redirects to telnic.org. I’m surprised because if they were able to redirect the domain, why couldn’t they just host it directly? They probably wanted to adhere to the standards they set, however it just shows how dumb it is.
And regarding that video on their site:
Aside from the woman looking like she has lost all social awareness and motor functions of her mouth (in the youtube still), .tel domains aren’t quite making me giddy yet. If you watch the video, you’ll notice that ‘Ben’ writes ‘ben.tel’ on the train car window to give his contact information to the blonde; let’s face it, a woman that attractive probably writes backslashes in the address bar, let alone probably isn’t able to differentiate the seeming ambiguity of “.tel”.
I guess it’s nice that Ben owns ‘ben.tel’, but what if you go by Christopher, or Venkateshwaran? I guess your chances of bumping uglies have been severely reduced my friend. It all revolves around the idea that you’re able to get a memorable domain. That should sound familiar since that’s the fucking idea of every domain name.
Detect hostility? Try supporting it as a registrar.
Interested in a “.tel” now? Let me give you some advice: It’s called “add a Contact Page to your existing website”; It’s the sub page that has information you want listed so people can contact you. Or just create a one page website with your contact information (like a business card). The reason I registered tyspace.com way-back-when was because it was an easy way to give chicks my contact information without seeming to pushy, or jerklike, or creepy, or opinionated; good thing I wasn’t blogging back then.
It’s funny because we host japanupdate.com but… anyway, I’m in Japan right now and I’m going to update the folks that care. We left San Diego at 0700 Friday morning, arrived in Portland at 0920 got drunk at the Rogue Bar at the airport (awesome beer btw), and flew (10 hours) to Tokyo Narita International Airport. We arrived in Tokyo at 1530 on Sunday and took an hour and a half bus ride to the city. It was really windy at the Grande Prince Hotel in Akasaka where we are staying.
The city: It’s very clean. There is no trash, and barely any grafitti. For being such a large metropolis, there’s an understood unspoken and unwritten order of traffic flow, both human and mechanical. From the 16th floor, you can see how expansive the city is; it goes on forever. I’ve never seen anything like it. It seems more reaching than New York. There is quite an amount of diversity in a few of the districts although there still isn’t as much English as I imagined, or was told. People are friendly and polite, unless you walk into a fish market restaurant that only serves regulars or locals. :-/
The fish market: We made it to Tsukiji via subway. We were kinda late although there were plenty of places still open. It’s the largest fish market in the world. We had quite a time there; apparently the universal way to tell someone they’re not welcome is to not look at them in the eyes, wait for them to get up and point at the menu to a reasonably priced unknown item, waive your finger in a ‘no’ manner, wait for them to walk out, then upbruptly shut the door behind them and put a what resembles a closed sign. We were rejected three times before someone served us breakfast. It was well worth the wait, because the people were nice, and the food was terrific and cheap; I guess it helped to be in the right area.
Shinjuku: We wondered around for a few hours. We looked at $2,000 kimonos at the mall, had some banana milk drinks, and visited the worlds largest intersection. There are bars in this area, and probably most of Tokyo, that you have to check the height of before you pay the cover to get in because you might be too tall to have a good time. The japanese have implemented incredible ways of using space although many places are REALLY small. Many alley-ways in the older parts of town appear like they do in the movies, with plants and old looking signs that overhang the walking space.
On our way back from Shinjuku, we stopped a few blocks away from our hotel in Akasaka at an indian food restaurant called Moti. The food was great and cheaper than the sushi we had the night before.
The sushi we had the night before: Carol likes to try weird things. We had horse. Need I say more? I guess I will; it tastes like beef. Get over it. The sushi over here is great, but it’s different. I would just say it’s more exotic. After the sushi-we-had-the-night-before, we went up to the top of the hotel here and had some Johnnie Walker Blue Label Scotch Whiskey. The view was great (samilar to our room) and it was a great end to a nearly 48 hour travel slash being-awake period. Well, that was last; we’re going out to the Roppongi district right now, l4ter!
Hey kids! My Camaro is still for sale. Looking for a last minute Christmas gift? Give a Camaro! It’s bitchin’! All you need is a little bit of White Snake and you’re set. See the craigslist posting here: http://sandiego.craigslist.org/nsd/cto/967843028.html and my previous post.
I guess it really sucks now that prop 8 passed (defined marriage between a man and a woman only) because I really want to marry my PS3. I upgraded the firmware to 2.53 and I’m able to play Pandora radio without any problems. And… the digital pad on the PS3 controls the volume and skip track features built into pandora webpage.
(No stalkers please). I haven’t really found a benefit in being ‘Wii Friends’. I guess you can play games together or something. Oh, on a side note, I hacked my Wii and I’m playing classic games (that I’ve owned before) on the console with the new ‘classic’ controller; it’s pretty much awesome. If you feel like doing it, you can visit http://wiibrew.org/wiki/Homebrew_Channel for more information; it works with the new patch although apparently certain apps don’t (like DVD playback). If you need help hacking your Wii, el em kay. And I feel like I have a beta flu; like a smaller, not-quite-reaching-its-full-potential version of what’s going around. Anyway, here’s my Wii Number:
I thought I’d share this: It costs me $117 per year to register my KAWK with the state of California. I know that may scare some of you but do not yet fret; my KAWK is for sale! You too can register your KAWK with California once it’s yours.
