<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 04:12:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Joel Riggs Blog</title><description/><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/</link><managingEditor>Joel Riggs</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-8929163683957181626</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-19T21:12:58.841-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>kids</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Aikido of Marin</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>aikido</category><title>On Kids Aikido Classes</title><atom:summary type='text'>43 days until moving day.

I had a long meeting over dinner last night with Jeff, Michael, and David about handing over all my kids classes at the dojo.  They wanted to know what I have found works and what does not work in running the classes.  We also went through the list of students and I shared what I see each of them working on or needing.

At any point in any class, each individual student</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/04/on-kids-aikido-classes.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-2820772764904435857</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 06:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T23:35:45.648-07:00</atom:updated><title>Boxes and More Boxes</title><atom:summary type='text'>44 days until moving day.

The fact that we are moving gets more real each day.  Yesterday we bought a 15-place Ford van.  Today I used that van to bring home about 35 boxes from deep storage at the dojo.  (Thanks to all who helped me bring them down from the mezzanine storage.)  I have been holding onto photos from my great grandfather Archie Whiting, as well as books and papers from my </atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/04/boxes-and-more-boxes.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-322150196242055412</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 19:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T12:36:48.227-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Adventure Commences</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yesterday Maria, Rocket and I went to Oakland to purchase an enormous Ford van, the largest they made in 1997.  $4500, with 200K miles.  It has been well maintained by the three previous owners, and the latest--formerly a truck driver for WalMart--seemed almost obsessive about the van.  She had taken good care of it, done lots of maintenance and upgrades, and seemed credible.  We will have it </atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/04/adventure-commences.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-7809339775685586067</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-11T23:20:53.433-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rocket Sweet</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>aikido</category><title>The Life of a Dad</title><atom:summary type='text'>This evening I got ready to drive down to San Francisco train aikido and see a couple of black belt tests.  I had to stop by the dojo in Fairfax first, though, to pick up my hakama and belt.  Just as I was about to leave the house, Rocket was whimpering in the bed; he should have been asleep already.  I picked him up to shush him and to help him drift to sleep, but he grew more and more upset and</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/04/life-of-dad.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-1083495034676869725</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T23:48:46.999-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Money Diary</category><title>I Quit My Job Today</title><atom:summary type='text'>This morning I quit my job.  Long story short, I was working in a small company (15 employees) that did not fit my style or personality.  I did not feel like I was being productive at all, and in order to continue working there, I would have had to start lying about how committed I was to their mission and vision.  I did not burn any bridges, but it felt great to walk out that door.

My wonderful</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/04/i-quit-my-job-today.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-8789082671542917762</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 23:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-13T16:18:11.516-07:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Leave Your Children Here</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/03/dont-leave-your-children-here.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-155040294322746228</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 04:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-23T21:03:34.707-08:00</atom:updated><title>Why you want a French housemate...</title><atom:summary type='text'>Apparently, it is sometimes difficult for native French speakers to distinguish in English between the past participle and the present participle.  Such an incorrect usage can be very entertaining!  For example, when we posted an ad two years ago on Craigslist for a housemate, a woman named Nathalie answered:  "Hi, I am from Paris and I am interesting in the bedroom..."

She got the room!</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/02/why-you-want-french-housemate.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-9113930275246333848</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-22T13:20:36.512-08:00</atom:updated><title>Legos</title><atom:summary type='text'>Suddenly I am fascinated with all things Legos.  And the fact that there are many people making apparently a very good living off of Lego art (see www.brickartist.com), and education via Lego projects re physics (see www.play-well.org).</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/02/legos.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-9172237162207505912</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 08:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-16T00:45:56.612-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Grandparents, Married a Long Time!</title><atom:summary type='text'>My cousin Joanna wrote me a story about my grandparents I had never heard before:

My favorite Myrtle-ism was when Frellsen said "We buy Fords. We always buy Fords." After a significant pause Myrtle replied to us who were listening, "We're in several deep, deep ruts."</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/02/my-grandparents-married-long-time.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-6065703859665706627</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-02T23:57:11.856-08:00</atom:updated><title>1/27/08</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today would have been my grandfather's 100th birthday.  Below are a few memories of him.  Please add your own memories or corrections in the comments.
 Frellsen Fletcher Smith was born January 27, 1908 in Beech Creek, Louisiana, and died July 25, 1992 in Ruston, LA, where he lived most of his life and where he raised his family.  He is buried in Greenwood Cemetery in Ruston.He married Myrtle </atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2008/01/12708.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-418447829068001843</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-21T07:37:02.923-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy at Home</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/happy-at-home.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-7125842855181272000</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 06:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T22:36:41.026-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hi World!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Rocket Nov 4, at 7 weeks...

</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/hi-world.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-6859812846960265668</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-24T22:24:06.509-08:00</atom:updated><title>Glad to See Them</title><atom:summary type='text'>My mom is one of five children, and between them, from 1971 to 1983 these five had four spouses and ten grandchildren.  My nuclear family of four lived in the same town as my grandparents, but the other four families (15 people total) lived spread across the country.

Every Christmas the extended family would descend on my home town of Ruston, LA, for a week of festivities, and all the travelers </atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/glad-to-see-them.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-2848939124755235171</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T22:05:30.509-08:00</atom:updated><title>No Longer Oblivious</title><atom:summary type='text'>Rocket turns two months old today, and this evening for the first time his eyes tracked over to the television as we were watching Seinfeld.  Uh oh!  He is no longer oblivious to what we are watching.  Time for us to shut off the tube.  Maria says that watching the flickering screen harms the brain development of small children.  (She then also said it harms the brain development of sedentary </atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/no-longer-oblivious.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-8520992222045619336</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-29T12:36:20.373-08:00</atom:updated><title>Microsoft Tells the Truth With World's Most Appropriate Image</title><atom:summary type='text'>In my new job I am using a Microsoft Windows PC for the first time to any significant degree.  While searching for a file in "My Documents" (the "Finder" in Mac-speak), as the computer scans its filenames for the string I entered, a small animation of a dog leafing through the pages of a book appears.  After it did not finding anything during 35 minutes (!!!??) of scanning my drive--but it was </atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/microsoft-tells-truth-with-worlds-most.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-5436389078097066680</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-14T00:04:33.113-08:00</atom:updated><title>Untitled</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/untitled.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-7724354529811379224</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-11T23:13:44.454-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sensei Nick</title><atom:summary type='text'>This evening I drove to Frank Pryor's studio in San Francisco for a soirée celebrating Nick Scoggin on his way out of town.  He is off to Los Angeles to throw himself into the mix of Hollywood, hoping to grow his career in television and film.  Nick has been my sensei in aikido at City Aikido since September 1993.

The first night I met Nick sensei, I walked into the dojo in the big ballroom on </atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/sensei-nick.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-8278441239948383611</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-11T23:09:24.746-08:00</atom:updated><title>This is Rain</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yesterday, Maria gave a client a massage here at the home for the first time since she quit at 7-1/2 months pregnant.  So I took Rocket over to the video store to rent the series finale of The Sopranos.  (Rocket loved it.)  As we got out of the car, i imagined that he had a quizzical look on his face, and I had to explain to him, "This is rain.  It is wet and it falls from the sky every once in a</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/this-is-rain.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-6695081606086692344</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-11T22:41:51.903-08:00</atom:updated><title>Check Your Doors</title><atom:summary type='text'>When I was a kid of about 10, I rode with my dad on the interstate one day.  I saw a car with their door not quite closed, and I wanted dad to pull up beside them so I could roll down my window and yell at them to shut their door.  But he refused.  "Don't worry about other people's doors," he said.  "When you see someone else's door is open, just check your own door.  That's all you need to worry</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/check-your-doors.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-6758371491985130714</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-03T22:31:19.876-07:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween 2007, in Fairfax</title><atom:summary type='text'>For his first Halloween, Rocket went as a carrot, courtesy of Maria's creation of a beautiful costume.  We strolled through Peri Park in Fairfax (CA), THE see-and-be-seen spot that night.




In 2002, Maria and I met the night I went to see my housemate Wendy Fitz play music with Steve Wolf and Otis Scarecroe.

 Wendy Fitz and Steve Wolf, May 24, 2002, Café Amsterdam

 Otis Scarecroe, May 24, </atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/halloween-2007-in-fairfax.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-4887820860841769948</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-03T22:28:01.919-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sushi for Birthday</title><atom:summary type='text'> Maria and Rocket with Maria's dinner.

 Joel lives as the nouveau pauvre/nouveau père:  note the Two-Buck Chuck and the diaper as napkin.</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/sushi-for-birthday.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-6673824302196740904</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Nov 2007 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-03T19:12:37.791-07:00</atom:updated><title>43 Days, 43 Years</title><atom:summary type='text'>On Thursday, Rocket was 6 weeks and 1 day.  On Friday, I finished 43 years.  Maria captured the moment beautifully:

</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/43-days-43-years.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-4734361570690056961</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-01T20:56:55.071-07:00</atom:updated><title>On Having a Big Little Guy</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yesterday, Rocket finished his first six weeks.  He has grown from 7 lbs. 10 oz. to 12 lbs. 5 oz., and he looks substantially plumper and longer.  The tiny little guy we brought home from the hospital is no more.

A week ago, he started making deep, steady eye contact.

A couple days later, he progressed to smiling, although not quite yet on cue.

Maria and I still look at each other in amazement</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/11/on-having-big-little-guy.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-947513917549811614</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-01T21:52:37.128-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rocket in Motion, part 2</title><atom:summary type='text'>Believe it or not, many have been asking for another Rocket movie.  He is growing day by day, and here is the new video.  Enjoy.</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/10/rocket-in-motion-part-2.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33785086.post-2008694123320103487</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 17:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-25T15:17:10.741-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rocket in Motion</title><atom:summary type='text'>For those who just can not get enough Rocket (hi, mom!), check out a first Flash movie of the little guy on the brand new RocketRiggs.com.</atom:summary><link>http://www.joelriggs.com/blog/2007/09/rocket-in-motion.html</link><author>Joel Riggs</author></item></channel></rss>