Bus Driver Jim has been an eclectic computer programmer and photographer since the early seventies. A recent twenty year stint in the transportation industry has earned him the handle and this blog is a documentary of his life and travels.
Ok, I know I’m going to lose a bunch of you here (especially my buddy Betty) but in a virtual sense I already have lost you for the last few hours. I was getting ready to renew my web hosting account (a yearly event costing $137.50) and I decided to drop my dedicated IP Address of 188.8.131.52.
A dedicated IP (Internet Protocol) is a unique Internet address dedicated exclusively to a single hosted account. The only reason I had it was because I could. It was also costing me $30 a year and I wasn’t using it! (Did I get you back Betty?)
Unfortunately, these web address’s live in a world of propagation, which means that any changes you make have to work their way around to all the servers in the world. It’s an amazing process but it means my stuff is down for a bit. Maybe viagra would help?
My new yearly cost to keep this thing going is $107.50 plus $13.99 to renew each of the 14 domain names I own, as they come due…
If you want your own web site all you have to do is pick a unique name, select a good hosting company (like Bluehost) and pay $107 bucks a year.
This Park is an Idaho Falls anomaly. It’s a Rest Area off the old Yellowstone Highway which once was the main road through Idaho Falls. I-15 now has that honor.
The city has been nice enough to keep the park open for free overnight camping, one night only. Unfortunately, it was being abused this summer. I came through here one day recently and it had turned into a homeless camp. Tents, kids and dogs everywhere. Everyone glared at me as I drove through, like new outsiders are not allowed, were full!
The place has since been seriously cleaned up by the local gestapo and is now back to it’s original charming purpose of providing a convenient place to stay overnight.
It’s bordered on the north by a gravel plant and to the south by the old SkyVu drive-in theater. The great Snake River flows serenely to it’s west.
The company is making me cut back my weekly hours to 32. I can survive on that but Friday afternoon’s are wide open. After finishing my morning run I shop at the local market and if it’s my turn, do our weekly shopping at Broulims.
I’m a domesticated dude, with a twist! I bought my first PC in 1981 and began programming it. This was after a computer science degree and a ten year IBM consulting career. My creativity in this arena has been the driving force of my life.
Today I was thinking about buying a Nexus 7 tablet from Google and then I thought I’d wait until the Nexus 8 came out and then I wondered if the Nexus brand had hooked up with the new domain extension .US?
Nope! So now I own the domain name: nexus8.us
My provider Bluehost is offering domain names at $5.99 so it didn’t break my bank to do this. You never know how these things will work out…
Seventeen year old LeeAnn Hartner was working on her cousins potato farm here, out by the Big Holes, forty years ago. She spotted something unusual on the combine belt and snagged it. It lived in a box with her family until she finally took it down to an archeological road show in Utah a few summers ago.
She walked up to a table and said “I think I’ve got something real neat” and when she set it on the table Bonnie Pitblado, the museum’s director and an archaeologist specializing in North America’s oldest Native cultures, screamed out “LeeAnn, it’s Clovis”!
It was a prehistoric Clovis spear point that had been shaped by a member of the Clovis people, the first humans to occupy North America. It’s really cool to think that they lived here in the valley 13,000 years ago.
Ms. Pitblado brought a team up here and they started hunting for more artifacts at the spot where LeeAnn found it. I’ve been researching this and I still don’t know if they ever found anything more. I think I’ll go dig around in the back yard :-)
Here’s the Valley Citizen article from our friend Mike Polhamus back in 2005.
There’s a few more things I want to do on my sweet little truck. I firmly believe in giving business to our local outfits, but I’ve given them enough work this summer!
My auto-body/mechanic son is coming here for a few days next month so I’m just buying parts. I found Napa Online and I like this site a lot. Create an account, specify your vehicle(s) and then pick the closest Napa dealer to you. Mine is in Rexburg…
You can search for the parts you want and they present all of the available brands which you can then select and compare. When you see what you want, click Reserve and your order is sent to your store. You only pay when you show up. Slick!
I’m getting new headlights, a clutch master cylinder and this morning I added front and rear shocks. The rear shocks indicated Warehouse so I called the store immediately and said “Hi, this is Jim in Driggs and I just reserved some parts”. The guy said “I know, I have the order right in front of me”. Everything will be ready for pickup on Saturday.
I’m also paying Idaho some sales tax as opposed to paying shipping charges :-)
The day started out this morning with one of my Community School kids, Owen, giving me a homemade pop-tart (delicious). A few minutes later Kalub’s mom Gloria drove up and gave me some homemade peach jam (delicious).
Taylor’s mom Summer asked me yesterday if I liked brownies. After she assured me they were unaltered, I said yes :-) I was thinking they were going to be there today, but maybe tomorrow…
Finally, to end the day, K-Dawg handed me a brown paper bag as I picked up D.J. I could tell by the shape what it was but I wanted to wait until I got home. She couldn’t resist and told me it was from our brand-new Potato Vodka place. I was thrilled, homemade right here in the valley. Thanks guys, much appreciated.
I was at our 5th Street base today when a military rig arrived and hooked up with the big Emergency Generator that’s been parked next to our backup bus for months.
This powerhouse generator exists for emergencies but there are none that I know of at the moment and the two guys in the Humvee weren’t in a hurry. In fact, they stopped in front of me so I could take this shot :-) I wonder what’s up?
It’s very interesting to me that the peace sign has made it’s way across so many generations. Riding up the main lift at Grand Targhee these kids see an old guy taking pictures and their reflex is to send a message from the sixties!
…and why is she bare-footed heading up to the top of Fred’s Mountain?
This old barn was left standing next to the million dollar Teton Springs homes built before the bust. I always liked that about this valley, they appreciate the history from whence they came. (This was photographed last week, painted today…)