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pumpkin, 10/31
Update. Jen just called to say that the wedding expedition has been postponed another week, on account of cold. Which is probably for the best.
Boo. Yesterday we had the employees' kids come through the office for candy and sugary goodness; I put my graduation robe on and took pictures of Elvis as he handed out candy. Jen's in bed sick this morningshe woke up and coughed for about fifteen minutes straight at the top of the stairs before curling up in the bed in front of cable TV this morning. Luckily there's a Buffy marathon on today, so she has plenty of company (and with five cats, I think she'll have plenty of company.)
Wish her luck, because (theoretically) she's still going to be looking at wedding dresses with her Mom tomorrow. As if being sick wasn't enough. I need to hit the store for some hard liquor tomorrow, because she's going to need it, sick or not.
Finally. I ordered a 30GB iPod from Small Dog Electronics yesterday, and it should be here by Monday. I've been waiting for one of these since they were released, and I can't tell you how excited I am to finally be getting one. The price couldn't be beat, and refurbished with a one-year warranty for $20 less than a new 20GB is a deal. So take note, Fambly: there will be iPod accessories on my Christmas list this year! (UPDATE: the links above actually work now, as WebObjects caches the links from the Apple Store for only a short time.)
The other bonus is that we're most likely not going to be able to afford a DJ or musicians at the wedding (besides the piper) unless we wheel and deal, so my plan was to set up a party playlist on the iPod and wire it into the stereo system on shuffle, so that we can spin our own tunes and not worry about having some dork with the portable microphone play "the chicken dance". | link


forget I died, remember I lived, 10/30
Somebody's Telling You Something... Roxio, the helpful people who make terrible CD-authoring software for the PC, have a mandatory registration for anybody wanting to update their stuff. I entered "joe@blow.com" in the email field and "joeblow" as a login, and of course, somebody already registered that name. So i put in "joeblow@zero.com" and "joebloeschmo", and both of them were taken as well. Finally I just made up a random number and got through. How annoying for the DBA to chug through that mountain of worthless data for the five or six good addresses...
The HDR problem may be solved.... Stay tuned.
For Your Voting Enjoyment. Try this site on for size: Select Smart Presidential Candidate Selector. Your mileage may vary, and I don't know how accurate the results are. Apparently I'm voting for Dennis Kucinich, D. OH. | link

Lessons. The first year I lived in Bolton Hill, my two roommates and I decided it would be great fun to drink National Bohemians, sit on our front stoop and hand out candy to the kids in the neighborhood. After a half hour, we realized what a drag that was, because all the kids that came to our door neglected to dress in costume, preferring to just grab a handful of candy and then... grab another handful of candy. Even more charming were the thirty-year-old people who were getting candy for their "brother who's home sick in bed." After hearing that same story five or six times, we stopped filling the bowl, unscrewed the light bulb in the foyer, and walked down to the Tavern for drinks.
This year is a totally different experience, and I'm looking forward to a new start. The house is kind of spooky on its own (without outdoor lights in the driveway, it's very dark) but with the lights on it's more cheerful. I went to the Target this afternoon and dropped $20 on ten pounds of candy, and hopefully I can throw together some kind of spooky costume tomorrow. Kids? Bring 'em on. I got yer candy right here.
In other news, I have found that it's impossible to purchase a standard Humanitarian Daily Ration (what they've been dropping by the thousands in vacation spots like Iraq and Afghanistan) unless you have recently had the crap bombed out of you. I've been on the phonethanks again for that VoIP phone, John all day, and the most success I got back was a polite but firm no way. I'm going to have to figure out another way to describe this to my class. | link

Rock. I'm listening to How The West Was Won, the CD companion to the new Zep DVD set. Besides some slightly annoying Plant-isms throughout the tracks, there's some mighty good stuff on this disc these discs. That's the Way is fascinating live, and Over The Hills And Far Away is a mighty rumble from a powerful band in its prime. Dancing Days makes me wish I had a set of drums out in the garage so I could play along. (This is about when you walk past my cube and I'm air-drummingresembling a dog whose magic itch spot you've found, staring off into space and frantically kicking one leg.) Very enjoyable stuff.
Heather wrote this morning about the cicadas:
"I think they are coming because when I was digging in the yard a few weeks ago, I dug up about 20 of the 'Nymphs' FOUL"
This is going to be a wedding to remember, people. I'm thinking we should release the cats into the backyard a few days before the reception to de-cicada the area; I can't think of anything more romantic than scaly prehistoric bugs the size of eggrolls burrowing to the surface, peeling off their skins and bursting into their mating drone during the first dance. Anybody got a VFW hall they can rent us?
Christened. Todd and I have worked in the Ubercle for about a year together now , and at lunch today we found it being renamed to something a little more fitting. Two other coworkers have moved into our side of the building and opened up a two-cube area into one; they've put a lot of nice touches into it to make it look pretty. We have a cube full of furniture, old computers, art stuff, and general debris. We have a slumicle.

Free Associative Monday Night. Looks like Nissan is using one of my favorite Morphine songs to sell SUV's. I can't begin to tell you how bummed out I am about that. Although, I suppose, if I was a reasonably successful underground band, and the founder and lead singer died suddenly of an untimely heart attack, I might be tempted to sell a song or two to put the kids through college. It isn't getting any easier to afford, that's for sure.
Crap. According to this chart, the 17-year cicadas are due to rise in 2004. For folks planning an outdoor wedding (or reception), consider this page. I can't seem to find any pages on the brood cycles of Maryland, but we have a yard full of deciduous trees as well as a mature oak in the backyard. This is going to be fun...
Word of the Day. Autodidact: n. 1748 a self-taught person.
Etymology: Greek autodidaktos self-taught, from aut- + didaktos taught, from didaskein to teach (courtesy of the Miriam-Webster dictionary)
Feelin' Groovy. Day three of the annoying cold. Grr.
We Couldn't Be Prouder. This morning I sat on the dining room floor, adding CD's to our iTunes library and sipping my coffee, and I glanced over at a gray blob on the floor by the table. Normally, there are about five of those kitty mice (a plastic rectangle covered in colored rabbit fur, with two plastic eyes and a rawhide tail) laying around the house at any one time, so it wasn't anything new. This one was different, though, because it looked, well, roughed up. I looked closer and realized it was a real mouse, and somebody had obviously worked it over for a while before killing it. I picked it up and put it in the trash with a big smile, not only because our cats are fearsome warriors, but because it didn't wind up in one of the beds with us this morning. "Look what I brought you, Mom!" | link

The Pipes, They Are Calling. So this morning Jen and I are cleaning up both the Pink room (now minus all hint of pink) and the Anxious room (now with a coat of Martha Stewart's Kitchen Ceiling Blue, which is really more green than blue in our world, thank you), and from outside we heard a strange noise. We looked out at the Presbyterian church across the street and saw a fellow in a kilt playing the bagpipes for the people arriving for 10AM mass. We sat outside on the front steps with our coffee and listened to him run through some slower tunes, through a few Highland jigs, and then walk inside for the service. After the service was over we ran across the street to see if we could talk to him about a wedding. Turns out he's done it before and he's for hire; he's a little quiet but he has a great repertoire. We've got his number, and we have a dream for our service: walking back to the house from the church behind a Scot (well, he's actually Polish) playing the pipes.
Grumble Grumble. I'm sick. I have this cold where it feels like there's a circus weightlifter standing on my chest, someone is pouring molasses down the back of my throat, the quick-dry cement in my skull is expanding as it sets, and my nose is running like a leaky hose spigot. I hate being sick. | link

Considering... Depending on how we feel this weekend (or at least, how I feel) I may be tackling this project upstairs this weekend. Mmmm. Shiny clean floors. I'm looking forward to making a real difference in the house, as I feel like I've gotten stalled in the last week or so.
About Damn Time. Here's the good news. Congratulations!
Huh. This morning I got a bullshit email from somebody trying to get my Citibank PIN and access number. After getting past the idea that somebody knows my email address and the fact that I have a Citibank account, I went to the Citibank site and within two clicks found a page for reporting suspicious email. After getting past the idea that there's so much abuse that they need to have a page for this, I was impressed that I was able to find it so quickly.
Return Of The King. OK, I know that Jen loves Aragorn, but after reading this article, I fear she will leave me for a man named Viggo. Hell, I'd marry him. I really enjoyed his candor and common sense. Viggo for President! (Salon will ask you to sit through a 30-second ad to see the whole article, but it's worth it.) | link

I Am Not Worthy. Would you look at the work this guy is putting into his house? I am totally in awe.
Happiness Is A Warm Guitar. Here's a new list for you: Favorite guitar breaks from rock songs. I brained on this one while listening to a copy of Dark Side Of The Moon (the 5.1 re-release that I don't have the hardware to appreciate. Philistine); David Gilmour's break in the middle of Time is brilliant and always sends a shiver up my spine. So here's a preliminary list (in no particular order):
Renie adds:
Todd adds:
Got one of your own? One that stops you in the middle of a phone call, or gets you windmilling your air guitar? Let me know.
That's Sick. My throat is currently feeling rough and gravelly, and my stupid nose won't stop running. Every time the faucet turns off, I work up a sneeze and the whole thing starts over again. Luckily the company stocks OJ in the fridge, so I'm hosing down the germs with vitamin C from concentrate. Take that, bugs!
Happiness Is A Deposited Check. Ahh, another long-awaited freelance check in the bank. That should help Jen tide over until she gets her first paycheck, and begin to plug up the slow leak in my oh-shit fund. Yee-hah. | link

Finally. following a link on the MacNN site, I found iCal-mail, a handy little helper for all us folks who don't or can't use Mail.app as our default client. I use Eudora because it supports APOP, and I've always wanted to take advantage of the email alarm feature in iCalnow I can. After a quick install, I tested out the alarm feature and it worked flawlessly. Thanks, Mike.
Colors. Check this link out: it's a color scheme selector. Very slick.
Huh. Elliott Smith is dead. That sucks.
You Can Leave The City, But You Can't Leave The Jerks. Somebody broke into (well, opened the door I left unlockedsorry) Jen's car last night; they went through her change cup and left the door open. That didn't make me feel good.
Tasty. Last night Jen and I drove into the city for one of our first catering tastings, at Sascha's. New to this whole thing, we sat down and went over the menu with our helpful planner Tara, sipped cocktails and sampled a plate of hors d'oveurs. We also met Sascha, who popped in the room with one foot in a cast and the other in a leopard-print boot; apparently she had a slight dancing accident with a cute extra on the latest John Waters movie. We left with a menu selection, a contract, and a pleasant buzz. Next up is the Brass Elephant, scheduled for next week.
Sweet.On other fronts, Apple just announced new G4 iBooks. The fastest model (1Ghz) with Airport and a 60GB drive is a little under $1,500. What a steal. Especially considering this 3-year-old G3 Powerbook (400Mhz), in the configuration it's at right now, is fetching around $7-800 used on eBay. | link

But You Lose Style Points For The Socks. I'm laying in bed with a pair of cats around my feet. I'm typing this on the Powerbook and posting it to the Web wirelessly (admittedly, not using Blogger) while streaming music from the iMac in the other room to my headphones, and IM'ing with John, who is configuring my IP phone remotely from his desk in Portland. Pretty sweet.
I figured out a few things tonight mucking around on the computers.
This is the Internet Calling. Just when I was about to give up hope (and was avoiding making the call to ask about it), I got home yesterday evening to find a package on the table from my friend John. A few months ago he promised me a VoIP phone for payment of services rendereda freelance job we worked on ran out of steam. I opened the box to find a pretty Cisco 7940 IP Phone. I plugged it into my router, waited for it to figure out its network settings, and then my name and the 10-20 logo appeared. I picked up the handset and dialed the house. A moment of silence, and then the house phone rang. Pretty sweet! I surprised my Mom by calling her at work; the call is not unlike talking to somebody in California, where there's just enough of a delay to screw up your conversational timing.
Jen is feeling punky with the first bug of the season, unfortunately, so she was in bed when I got home. I chose a quiet task upstairs and continued painting trimwork in the Anxious room. I hope she's feeling better tonight, because we have our first catering tasting downtown. Maybe the promise of good food will help her recover.
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Do You Like Good Music. More music added to the server last night; I found a bunch of stuff that didn't make it over and ripped a few more CD's. I also installed iTunes on the PC server and loaded the library over there. It's funnythe PC shows up on the iMac like butter but I get time outs when I try to look at the iMac from the PC. Same behavior that happens here at work (I thought it might be an internal network thing.) |
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Cripes. Next time somebody offers you a few fudge-covered Oreos, stay away. I had two at lunch and at about 2:30 I crashed harder than a Sunday stock car. Yeesh! What's in those things, cocaine?

breaktime bag of bulbs, 10/20
Busy. This weekend was a pretty busy one, beginning with a shopping whirlwind at the Arundel Mills Mall on Saturday. We're trying to outfit her for work because she hasn't been able to buy new work clothes for years (graduate school loans, y'know.) Sunday we combined all our bulbs and planted them, with the help of Sara, who contributed a whole pile of her own. The front and west sides of the house have a total of about 300 tulip, crocus, and mystery bulbs left over from the Doctor's garden just begging to be dug up and gnawed on by our friendly neighborhood chipmunks.
The Pink room has a second coat of white paint throughout, except for the closet, which has painted wallpaper that will probably have to be steamed off. I also painted the trim in the Anxious room with Kilz, which destroyed another whole lobeful of brain cells.
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Geek Update. The iMac is up and running with a dual OSX-OS9 install on the new 160GB drivejust as a sidebar, they lie; the actual formatted capacity is somewhere around 140GB. Why do they do that? Anyhow, there's a bunch of checking and moving to be done to get all the separate collections of music in one place, and a pile of CD's still to be ripped. |
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There's also an update on the webDAV stuff, but still no luck getting it working. | link

You Forgot This. Yesterday I was here at work rummaging through my messenger bag to find something at the bottom. My hand ran across all kinds of familiar shapes until it touched something fuzzy, and I stopped, surprised. I was baffled as to what it could be (and a little nervous), so i pulled it out carefully: A mouse-shaped cat toy. I think Teller likes to play 'hide-the-mouse' in my bag when I'm not around.
Hee hee. The new hard drive for the iMac is due in this morning. Hee hee hee!
I'm moving the webDAV stuff to a different page, as well as the dyndns stuff, so you won't get monumentally bored with the stuff I write here if you don't want to. (And let's face it, I'm boring enough without the geek talk.) | link

Oh Yeah. I'm jamming on some crap that needs to be done by tomorrow at 10, which was assigned to me yesterday afternoon. Fortunately, the iTunes release for Windows is out this afternoon. I was able to snag a copy and I'm currently streaming some Mogwai from my PC to the Mac. (there seems to be some issue with the PC loading the Mac's library, although I can see the Mac library in the iTunes window.) Right the hell on.
Art History. The Art Speigelman lecture last night was fantastic; after waiting through two boring introductions by the UB folks, he lit up a Camel Light and began talking about everything from comics history to the Jewish experience in America to his personal experience at Groud Zero on September 11 (his daughter's school was at the base of the WTC). He showed slides from an iBook and stepped through his current work, explaining his reasons for leaving The New Yorker and embarking on a new series of work dealing with his post September 11 experiences. Unfortunately they weren't allowing autographs, so I couldn't get Maus signed, but he talked for two hours and answered numerous questions with a quick wit and passion for his craft. Jen and I left feeling energized, inspired, and educated.
Angry. To the nice lady who tried to pull the Baltimore Merge (when somebody drives up the median past all the folks waiting patiently in line and then tries to bull in at the front) on me yesterday in the middle of Catonsville: honking the horn of your Rendezvous and flipping me the bird for two solid minutes doesn't faze me. Take a Lithium or something before you have a coronary, dumbass. | link

This site is just too damn funny. Wow.
Geek Update. I was able to get Apache started on the iMac after finding one typo and one bad directory link, and the permission issues were working fine, but I was unable to actually publish a calendar from the powerbook to the iMac. I have to try again tonight to find out what I did wrong. I also ordered the 160GB drive this morning, which will mean plenty of space for backups and music. Woo-hoo!
Choices. Tonight is Art Spiegelman's thing downtown; besides knowing almost nothing about the event, I'm excited to go and see him. Unfortunately, David Carson is at Villa Julie College tonight (the website sucks, and I can't find any information on there), and we know nothing about that event other than that it's open to the public (Spiegelman is tickets-only). That's a tough choice, and I was leaning towards Carson until the tickets cameguaranteed seats are better than standing room only. I have my copy of Maus in my bag.
Some thoughts about Rock. This morning I drove into work and heard a song by Audioslave, the Rage Against the Soundgarden mess, and it made me kind of sad. At the risk of sounding like a fuddy-duddy, my golden age of music was roughly the end of hair metal through the Seattle sound up until about 1995 or so. During that time there was about an 80% chance that the song on the radio was something I was into. Soundgarden was a band I was into back in the late 80's, in the Louder Than Love era, when they were getting on the snake. The Red Hot Chili Peppers were coming off the death of their guitarist and had just hired a maniacal new 19-year old with chops of fire. Rage Against the Machine were the L.A. riot of FM radio, dropping the F-bomb in the chorus of their song. Take that, FCC! Alice in Chains released Dirt, which was the pool-hall soundtrack for 1993. (The opening bass riff to Would? still gives me chills.) Public Enemy was still (kind of) a going concern. These guys all played like it meant something, and the music made a connection with me.
These days, all my heroes are older and getting into their introspective phases: Soundgarden is gone, RATM is the house band for Chris Cornell's moody rambling, RHCP strum and sing (barely) instead of shaking my booty, Layne Staley is dead (dumbass) and other once-mighty bands have dropped off the map.
What's my point? Well, A) my tastes in music tend towards the pop-oriented stuff; B) I'm an old man who will complain about how nothing is as good as the "good old days"; C) I'll be the guy who buys that copy of the Singles soundtrack at your tag sale; D) It's time to dig out some of the old classics for another listen.
The moral of the story, courtesy of an anonymous poster on the Mobtown Shank: Love the music, not the musician. | link

Sigh... Time was when my girl would email me from work each day. Not excessive amounts of email, mind you, but a quick hello, sometimes a question or concern, sometimes a funny story she was passing along. Nothing the ordinary modern-day employee doesn't do each day while at work. Apparently there is some sort of ban on any kind of email at her job, where some dude is sitting in an office reading other folks' email all day, ready to narc them out for talking about what to eat for dinner or who's coming over next weekend. Don't companies realize this makes their employees feel mistrusted and paranoid? Sounds like a fine way to improve productivity to me.
Small Dog Electronics has 15" iMacs for $999 with a combo drive. Must....resist..... They also have refurbished 30GB '03 iPods for $379. Resolve....growing...weaker...
Progress... So last night I took about 20 minutes during a period of insomnia to try to enable WebDAV services on the iMac (and let me just tell you how nice it is to have a development box to play with, as opposed to breaking the Powerbook here); this involved setting up a root acount, logging in through ssh, farting around in httpd.conf (ahh, I remember the days on MKLinux...) to enable the services and set up the passwords. Restarting Apache this morning was unsuccessful though; somewhere the password functions I wrote were wonky. More research to come on this front.
Do Not Call. This morning I got a call from somebody at "Atlantic Home Security" who wanted to try to sell me something. As soon as I mentioned the Do Not Call list, she hung up. Dammit. I wanted to get their information and have them fined. | link

In other news, this is probably the most brilliant waste of time ever. Thanks, Nate!

breaktime lunch on the back lawn, 10/11
Tired. This weekend was a busy one. My sister Renie came down Friday night to stay with us and help work on the house, and we had a heck of a lot for her to do. Saturday morning we got up and fed her fresh muffins and coffee, and before she was done she had a paint roller in her hand. Between the three of us we got the Anxious room and the Pink room rolled with two coats of white paint, the closet in the Anxious room cleaned, mudded and ready to prime, and the closet in the Cream room painted. Renie also brought us a beautiful oak dresser she hasn't had time to work on, which we'll finish refinishing, and a huge red rug for in front of the fireplace.

home anthology, pre-opening, 10/11
We broke at four to take Renie over to Home Anthology, a favorite antique dealer of ours, and see their new space. Luckily they were there, and let us in a week before the grand opening of the new location. Todd and Heather were also there helping arrange furniture, and we walked the length of the space amazed at the collection. From there we took Renie to our favorite Thai restaurant to have dinner.
Sunday morning we got up and Renie decided that we needed to see what was under the carpet in the Pink room. We pulled it up to find newer padding (foam) and relatively virgin hardwood underneath that. It took about an hour to clean that room, and then Renie convinced us to pull up the hallway carpeting. Unfortunately, the Doctor had put linoleum down at some point (the same linoleum that's down over the original hexagonal tile in the bathroom) in the hallway...over top of a sheet of mdf plywood. So pulling the linoleum up was relatively easy, after we got under the plywood. Luckily the plywood saved the floor underneath, so we continued...down the stairs. As of today there's no more carpet upstairs, or on the stairs. They look pretty goodthe risers are one-piece planks, and they're beat up, but still in good shape. After spending hours pulling staples and nails from the floor, we washed it good and put Jen's blue rug down in the upstairs hall. The pink room looks cleaner and larger, and the hallway looks brighter and warmer. I've posted a series of pictures here for you to look at. | link

Plus ça change, plus ça méme chose. My pop sent a picture of our old house in Jersey to my sister and I. I lived there from 1st to 5th grade, and I mostly remember this house as the one I grew up in. It looks a lot differentthey cut down the weeping willow tree I fell out of and broke my arm under; they resided it with white clapboard (or a reasonable facsimile); they put a basketball hoop up in the driveway and got rid of my Dad's circular flower bed in the side yard. Other than that, it looks really good, like the family who lives there takes care of it. I think every so often about that house, and whether the pool we dug is still in the backyard, if there are still matchbox cars buried in the driveway (it was dirt when we lived there) or Star Wars figures under the grass in the backyard. I wonder if anybody I know still lives there, and what ever became of the kids we played pickle and flashlight tag with.
Jen Rocks The World. That is all.
Grrr. I was able to figure out what the deal with dyndns was this morning, after spending about an hour laying in bed feeling like I was going to hurl. Internally at the house I can see the web server and mount the shared volumes but I'm still not able to see it from work. Perhaps I have to wait until the DNS is updated throughout the land. I watched a funny old-time movie on AMC while waiting for a killer headache to go away and enjoyed two cats sleeping on either side of my chest. Not a bad way to start the morning.
I'm moving all the Dyndns stuff to a different page, so that it stays off this log- you didn't want to read about all that boring crap here anyway, right? | link

Interesting... there's news that Apple will be releasing a version of iTunes for Windows, which might mean we can postpone a hard drive upgrade for the iMac. I hope the functionality is as robust as the Mac version...if it means we can host the music on the server and stream the library to the Powerbooks, that would be fantastic.
Mash-up. Pitchfork Media did a review of a recompiled track called Sly Beyonce Walks Like A Nerd, which is a remix of a Sly Stone, Beyonce, Bangles and NERD track on top of each other. Todd had turned me on to mash-ups last year when he played an MP3 of an Eminem rap over Zeppelin's The Wanton Wanted Song. There's a guy in the UK who works under the name Go Home Productions who has a whole catalog of stuff that I'd love to get my hands on. This stuff is brilliantthere's Madonna singing Ray Of Light over the Sex Pistols' Pretty Vacant (it sounds like it wouldn't work, but it really does), and Morcheeba's World Looking In over a remixed drum track of Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love. (which goes to prove that you can take any Zeppelin track, mix out the vocals, drop something completely different on top, and have yourself another hit record. Try that, Creed.) I wish there were more MP3's available but he obviously had to take most of them down for copyright reasons. Right on.
I started looking into some way I can get two separate calendars linked up in one place so that Jen and I can keep our schedules together. I'd love to do it through iCal, as Jen will hopefully have a Mac on her work desk sometime next year. I've been trying to figure out how to sync two calendars up without spending $99 on Apple's .Mac service, especially since I'm running a webserver at home. After looking around at a bunch of dead links, I was able to find a good primer on enabling WebDAV service built in to OSX. Of course, I'm putting the cart in front of the horse because I still haven't worked out the issues with dyndns and tunneling through my router. Arrggh.
I'm also starting to look at updating the design on my weblog/website; I'd like to move over to a CSS-based layout (at least for the log pages) and modify the other pages, as the design is now about two years old. Some of the things I'd like to keep on the main site are:
Some things I don't like are the leftover Garamond from my circa-1993 identity (let's just get that out behind the barn and shoot it), the green/gray horizontal lines (they're falling apart, and they don't transfer to my print collateral at all), the dead space on the right of the Design section, and the fact that the Scout and Log sections don't live well with the other sections. | link

Tortoise. Seems the prodigal Ford is repaired...well, it wasn't even broke in the first place. The hose clamp on the radiator let go, and when that happened it vented coolant all over the engine. My mechanic says that this model Ford has an issue with adding coolant to the point where the engine is happy, and my continued overheating issues were due to that fact. Whatever it was, it's hopefully fixed now.
Interesting. By chance, I checked out the Supon website today to see if they've updated itthey have. Looks like they must have been swallowed up by another firm, one with a craptacular website.
Not that I actually buy physical CD's anymore, but if you happen to buy one published by the BMG Music Group, and you can't seem to get past the copy protection to rip it to your hard drive, simply hold down the Shift key. Brilliant!
I Was Once Misinformed About Your Intentions. I may have let the cat out of the bag with Todd's new blog, but I'm still happy to welcome him to the fold.
Today I'm reading with interest about Panther, the new upgrade to OSX. It looks like there's a bunch of juicy new features throughout, and that will be great for future monkeying. I'm still waiting to get paid so's I can buy a large drive for the iMac, and install Jaguar on that machine. I also need to find a cheap Firewire enclosure for Rob's donated drive, which seems to have some issues with bad blocks at the beginning of the platter, making it unusable with OSX.
We didn't get anything new done with the house last night, but I figure another quick hour with the cut-in brush, a good mop job, and a coat of white paint in the closet, and the cream room will be ready for Jen's twin bed. Renie is coming down this weekend (we're very excited about that), and we have a couple of jobs lined up for her to help us with:
Depending on how productive I feel tonight, I may also try to build another fire for practice this evening. I'd love to be able to use that fireplace a lot this winter. | link

I reorganized the sidebar links over on the left to read a little better; I got rid of the 'picks of the month' column because I wasn't updating it and replaced it with some blogging links. This is all basically a futile exercise, as I'm going to begin a redesign of the log this month anyway. Today we should also welcome Todd to the fold of bloggers online.
A rant, directed at the general IT director mindset in corporate America:
You are probably a forty-something middle manager who has a lot of money invested in a MCSE or other accredited certification, which was expensive and time-consuming to earn. Your livelihood depends on your ability to oversee, manage, upgrade, and plan a computer network around this certification. Because, after all, if your company goes to something other than Wintel, your job is in jeopardy, and you have children to feed and a mortgage to pay for. I understand that.
Where you piss me off is when you decide arbitrarily that creative professionals (defined as print designers and to some degree web designers) MUST use Wintel machines because you say so. That's bullshit, and I'll tell you why:
Your job is to support your employees. If you don't know how to support the machines, read a fucking book. Take a fucking class. Don't outlaw a tool because you don't know how to use it.
The argument that you are specifying PC's for the creative department because you can rotate them out when the creative people leave is an argument that defeats itself. That's a great way to piss off your designers and get them to leave. Happy now, jackass? You're a genius.
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Here you can see the difference between the old carpeting, and how it makes the whole world dark, and the sunny hardwood floor. Amazing! | link

11:34 PM. I finished the ceiling, and put a coat of semi-gloss white on the trim in the sticky cream bedroom. Covering over the varnish/oil paint/nicotine/Kilz is slow going, but we can see progress already. Not satisfied with that, I cut the ancient all-weather carpeting into quarters and tore that out; underneath was some highly flammable fiber-based padding that was left over from the Civil War. After inhaling several centuries worth of the dust of the Pharoahs trying to get all this crap into a couple of Hefty bags, I pulled the carpeting strips out and we swept up the dirt. The floor is pretty beat up but still in decent shape. There are a few spots where the floor took a beating from the bedframes, and a square by the radiator where someone cut the flooring to repair the pipes. Overall, the room looks warmer and (to me) larger in the sunlight. I'll post some pictures tomorrow.
My Mom has been reading my log for the past few weeks, and her main comment is that I complain a lot. My apologies, mom; I'll try not to bitch about everything so much.
In the meantime, I took pictures of the heater, thermostat and irrigation systems in the greenhouse this morning so that I could research the builders and figure out of they're still in business, but I forgot the PCMCIA carrier at home. So, no photos of the party until tonight. Sorry, everyone. I did bust out the white trim paint and put a first coat on about 30% of the south window in the sticky cream bedroom this morning, and it looks pretty good so far. I have to return the 5-gallon drum of 'white' paint I bought a month ago, because 'white' actually means 'sort of beige' to Glidden, apparently. I have to look for 'super-ultra-bright-gleaming-ivory white' or some such crap like that. And try to get my money back for an open drum of paint- ha ha.
Oops, sorry, I was complaining. | link

This weekend was a busy one. Friday we stopped over at our friend Rob's house to have some beers, meet his wife Karen and their kids, and do some quick surgery on his Mac. Rob and Karen have the two most beautiful kids on the planet, and a bathtub that seems to sweat soap bubbles. Thanks for dinner, guys!
Saturday was a lot of moving and cleaning and running. I don't remember much about it other than that I slept very well that night. Oh, and the car broke down with a trunk full of beer and barbecue. I got as far as the Rt. 70 exit on the beltway when I noticed the temp light was at the red line, so I pulled over and popped the hood to find the main coolant hose spitting steam at the radiator junction. I closed it up with the Leatherman and filled the reservoir with coolant, but she continued to overheat, so I took short 10-minute breaks between each half-mile and made it to the Edmonson exit without frying a piston. I'm getting tired of this, and it's looking like we may have to buy a used car sooner than we planned.
Sunday we finished up the preparations and got the house ready for the moving celebration, which was a lot of fun. Selected observations:

This is a quick report for Jen, cribbed from a report on the Macintouch site (quietly thanking myself for donating money to Ric- it just paid for itself) about justifying Macs in a creative development environment. Some of the data is skewed towards OS9, and some of it is skewed towards the computer lab environment, but it's all pretty good information. Her employer has her designing for print on the PC, which is about as comfortable (to me) as repeatedly jamming a stick in my eye. Anybody else have suggestions?
I bought some overpriced firewood at the Safeway last night to build a fire: $4 for a bag of "kiln dried" logs, which is roughly a dollar a log. Years of building fires at places like Assateague, Cub Scout camp, and various keg parties should have taught me how to construct a satisfactory blaze, but I was stymied by a pair of logs that refused to do anything but smolder. We'll try again tonight.
The house seems to heat up well with the furnace on; the piping works very well throughout with the exception of the kitchen radiator, which seems to be on vacation. I walked through and closed all the storm windows the other night and that seemed to make a big difference in cutting the chill back. At some point I'm going to have to pull some of the plaster off the outside walls to see how much insulation (if any) there is. We also put the first coat of finish paint on the walls of the Sticky room, and when we got done we realized that we hadn't sanded enough of the wallpaper sizing off. This morning I took the random orbital and sanded about half the paint back off to knock the texture down. I think it looks pretty good (alright, it looks like crap, but I see the possibilities.)
Thanks to Kristen for sending the Virgin Suicides soundtrack in with Nate. | link

Still no luck with the dyndns stuff. Frustrating.
Looks like my old employer, Cidera, is finally turning off the pipes. Interesting to hear what people say on the Fuckedcompany boards; it looks like there are more than a few ex-employees posting comments there.
Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture. I heard one of the new Outkast songs this morning on the radio: Hey Ya! was the most interesting song I think I've heard all year. I went to iTunes immediately when I got to work and bought it for $.99. I can't tell you how many other times I've wanted to do this and haven't been able to, either because Apple is behind on adding them to the available list or the artist/label refuses to license them. Too bad. | link

I'll never screw with Terminal commands I don't understand.
I'll never screw with Terminal commands I don't understand.
I'll never screw with Terminal commands I don't understand.
I'll never screw with Terminal commands I don't understand.
I'll never screw with Terminal commands I don't understand.
I'll never screw with Terminal commands I don't understand.
*Whew.*
Take Two. I have OSX running on the iMac now, and along with about a gazillion other things I'd like to do with it (an iTunes server, internal/external file serving, scheduled backups, iPhoto libraries), I downloaded and installed a dyndns client (link) so that we can share files from the house. I tried this a year or so ago, and had no luck (OS9.2 on the 8500) so I'm hoping this will work more seamlessly on OSX. I currently have some issues with port mappings in the router and the firewall in OSX, but should be able to iron them out tonight.
Somebody scheduled some freezing weather for the first day of October, and I don't appreciate it.
You Kids Get Off My Lawn! Dept. Memo to the guy who's been parking his Volvo out in front of our house with the 'For Sale' signs on the window for the last two weeks: the house isn't empty anymore, pal. Move it along or I'll call somebody to tow it. Thanks. How about I park my Scout out in front of your house for a few weeks? Bet you'd love that.
??? Dept.: What the hell is this dick doing NFL commentary for? For the unenlightened, here's some suggested reading.
NBC Sucks. Nice of the Leno folks to refer to Howard Dean as the 'Presidential Wannabe' in their promos last night, and helpfully booking him after the oh-so-important Catherine Zeta-Whatever. This morning Katie Couric, the poster girl for pink fluffy pom-poms, went after him like a pit bull in heat. I thought I was watching MSNBC for a minute. Interesting to see impartial journalism at work. (note: I don't know wanything about Dean or his politics, but it's pretty obvious the suits at NBC have cast their ballots.) | link
