Jefferson Martin

Jefferson Martin

Musings about old Volvos and the meaning of life.

Change for Change’s Sake

I am typing my first blog note on my newly resto-modded ThinkPad X230. My first ThinkPad was a Model 700 in the early nineties and, like most users, I came to appreciate and love the ThinkPad keyboards. But when ThinkPad followed the herd and switched to ‘island’, or chiclet, keyboards, they lost me. The last

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Source Code

My son and I spent the weekend touring the steel mills along the banks of the Monongahela and Ohio rivers near Pittsburgh, PA. Some of history’s most well known steel mills are now gone, such as the ill-fated Homestead Works, but there remains a vibrant, compact steelmaking capability that represents the unwavering core of an

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Weep and Moan

Some have reported that Led Zeppelin recorded “When the Levee Breaks” on a challenge from the original writer, Memphis Minnie, to do it better and Led Zep was said to have won that bet. But, buried inside that wonderful, iconic track is the hat-tip to Big Mama Thornton with the “weep and moan” lyric taken

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Paradise by the Dashboard Lights

More things that make you go hmmmmm. This odd startup redboard occurs in the morning and goes away once the car is warmed up. I pulled the entire dash and interior last summer to replace the heater coil and failed fan blower motor and was careful not to tug on the wiring harnesses too much.

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Pedro’s Volvo Horizons

In spring of 2000, I won an eBay auction for a Volvo 760GLE located in Palm Beach, Florida. The price seemed right; the body was primo, and I figured it was time to expand my horizons from the Volvo 240’s I adored and enjoy some 7 series love. Living near Washington, DC, I booked a

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My Battle Ready Schwinn

Just spent the day – yes, all day! – with my eleven year old son at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Over the past year he has become quite the expert in Greco-Roman and Byzantium period battle armor and tactics. He never ceases to amaze me with the depth of his

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Get Off My Media Yard

I hate to sound old but, I am old. I live in a world that assesses my value in same against how well I can use social media. If, for some reason, I am slow to respond to posts on Facebook or Twitter I am considered too old to be ‘with it’, as if there

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Toothpick Engineering

Some years back I bought a 240GL in Reston, Virginia from my boss. On the way home with my new purchase I was intrigued by the number of toothpicks lying in the little dashboard tray. Dozens of them. But once I hit 55 mph in this five speed brick I realized exactly what those toothpicks

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Dude, where’s my ride?

With a few nudges from some of my longtime friends and circle members (remember circles?) and artistic co-conspirators (ron@pluspora.com, alistairmcharg@pluspora.com, richi@pluspora.com) I have finally pulled the trigger on moving to the Pluspora platform from Google Plus.  Yes, we feel betrayal and yes, we have rent our clothing and gnashed our teeth appropriately for being left at

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