Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Home Server Doings

Y'all are probably bored with this, but I'm close to done with it. Arnold the Windows Home Server is once again alive - I have learned a few more things that I didn't know (funny how that seems to come up - something gets screwed up, and I learn something that I didn't know before, usually after breaking something I thought I knew all about.)

Now, I have four out of the five big drives that I thought were dead back alive, but the RAID adapter that was supposed to run the new SATA drives and get me the fault-tolerant storage array that I wanted so that when the next drive croaks, nothing gets lost - that's what RAID arrays are all about) apparently is toast, so I have to go and get another one.

So right now, Arnold is alive with old drives, and I am learning how to make him useful (which may take the rest of my life) and get the music database repopulated and reloaded, and get the media streaming stuff working throughout the house again. I will use one of the old drives to liven up the robot to get the music collection reestablished, and when I get a new SAT RAID adapter and get the RAID array working, I'll make it part of the storage pool, and gradually retire / relocate the old drives into less critical locations - or at least put them to uses that aren't likely to have a bad effect on the overall network.

One of the reasons I write this stuff is to help me be sure I know whatthehell I'm about to do. Sometimes I find I do, sometimes I don't - but the writing always helps.

On another topic, I was off today - I ended up working Saturday here at home, and Sunday night got called in until the wee hours of this morning, getting home again around 4:30 AM. It isn't as easy as it was when I was younger, but it is a part of what I do, to be prepared to take the off-time to correct. I spent some time today looking in and rechecking what I had done, but it was all good.

I think now it is time I went to bed - the morning comes so early, and I have to get one grandson to school before I can take myself to work. I thought that by the time I hit 60 life would be calm and boring, but I reckoned without the help of my children, who have conspired to keep life ...interesting... for Phyllis and myself. Both sets of parents are gone, so we find ourselves in the position of venerated elder authority and foolish parents whom you can't take out without being embarrassed - sometimes both at the same time. It'll keep us young and/or nuts.

I'm going to bed. Next rants will probably be less about hardware, and more about Things of the Heart. Be well, y'all.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

I should have gone to bed earlier.

Last night, that is - I stayed up nearly all night working on Arnold, and discovered this morning that while I was asleep he lost his mind. Motherboard will not allow a boot. Maybe it is time to just break down and buy a damn server and be done with it.

I hate it when things go wrong repeatedly. I thought I had it all ready, and then I tried to add in the RAID array and everything turned to poo. I did not even watch the Super Bowl for sleeping this afternoon, not that it would have made a difference in whatever the outcome would have been. I think maybe tonight I'll swap in the last motherboard and see if it turns to crap again, or if this time it actually does something useful. My patience is waning, and I need to get this server built and working to go forward with the streaming entertainment for the house.

Technology is wonderful stuff, but it has made life rather more complicated than it used to be. Before cell phones there was such a thing as privacy, and quiet time. I'm old enough to remember the time before television - radio was something that required a lot of thought and imagination - but it was actually pretty good, and my imagination was at least as good as that of many screenwriters in the early days of TeeVee. Then there were the obligatory trips on Saturday to the movies, the weekly serial (Sky King, Tarzan, RocketMan and others) that always ended in a cliffhanger to suck you into coming back the next weekend. Several of us from the neighborhood, aged 5 to 8, would get on a bus each Saturday, armed with the price of admission, bus fare, and a soda, and go to the matinee to get our weekly fix. We went by ourselves, rode a bus for 20 minutes, went to the theater alone and returned alone, and nobody ever worried about us because it was safe for kids our age to do those things.

Times must have changed a lot.

What has this got to do with Arnold, the recalcitrant server? Damfino - I think I'm rambling.

Now, it's time to go downstairs and have at Arnold some more, and see whether he gets turned on or turned into a target for my pistol....

Be well, y'all

ARNOLD Lives!!!

It's 4:45 in the morning. I must get up in 5 hours. I did not go to bed when I thought I might, instead I mauled Arnold a bit more, and he is alive.

The RAID array is not even being seen, but the server is alive and working, and even letting me introduce it to my laptop! Will wonders never cease?

Now all I gotta do is get the data off the old server's drives, then get the RAID array working, then make it available, then take out the old server drives and reserve them, and then, well, probably go to work, dammit!

Weekends should be longer.

Happy Sunday, y'all - it looks like the motherboard is good, and will hold the load.

Home server rant continues

Alfred is dead. I killed him. I enjoyed it - the SOB just would not behave. Old motherboards sometimes make life hard, and this one just wouldn't continue beyond ten minutes after bootup.

I reused the case, so Arnold looks like Alfred, but isn't - there's an AMD dual processor motherboard in there, and Home Server is rebuilding as I write. After that, it looks like I scrambled the SATA connectors to my RAID cage, so I can look forward to around 30 hours of RAID array formatting during which time nothing will get done. After that it should be clear sailing and I can start rebuilding my music and video databases for the home network.

If, on the other hand it is still unstable I shall call RAID a bad job and go to conventional storage. I don't want to do that because it is so hard to recover a loss in a terabyte or so of music and such. Some days you eat the bear, other days you're his lunch.

So now it is waiting time. I guess I'll know more in the morning before I head for church.

But I did take a break this afternoon and call an old friend on the phone - one I've not seen since around 1972, but whom I have known since the late 50's. He's a bit older than I am at 75, but our lives have touched several times over the years, both here in the US and during the time I was in Germany, as he was a teacher in a military dependant's school while I was serving in the Air Force and we spent many pleasant weekends wandering around Germany, sampling wines, and generally being single and carefree. I don't recall if we returned at the same time, but he went home to Minnesota and I ended up here in Maryland. We got together in 1972 when I drew a trip of a couple of months to Minneapolis for schooling, but after a few weeks I decided I should bring my wife out, so visiting got somewhat curtailed.

But we've stayed in touch all these years, sharing memories and other friends, and it is a little hard to think of him as being 75 yet I know that he is every bit of that age, just as I am every bit of almost 67 - but those numbers seem unreal to me. I promised myself never to grow up or to get stodgy and set in my ways and I think I've been moderately successful at that - but my knees hurt, my shoulders creak like an old maple tree, and I can sleep wherever I happen to be. But I still love to motorcycle (although I no longer love it enough to go out when it is below about 50 degrees - and I used to ride all year round regardless of temperature) and to go and see things I haven't seen yet.

I just looked at the bottom of my screen and it is now February. It just kinda sneaked up on me. I hate it when that happens! But after February comes March, and by mid-March the weather is getting good for riding once again, and I can count on more and more motorcycle days.

Tomorrow I have to get going on our taxes - it is my least favorite yearly task, and when I can retire I get to do less. Near as I can tell, retirement will come sometime around the age of 74 for me - but maybe not then. I have the rare good fortune to like what I do, and as long as someone will pay me to do it, I might just as well. We still have one of our kids with us, and a grandchild, so the responsibilities will not decrease until she marries and leaves, or maybe just leaves.

Somehow life did not go the way I thought it would when I was young and still knew everything. The path is still changing, and it is anyone's guess where I will end up (although some of the more fundy-oriented folks I know are sure that they know) or when.

It's funny where life goes. I was born here in Baltimore, then moved to Hatboro. From Hatboro I went into the service and went to Texas, Syracuse, Texas and Germany. I stayed an extra year in Germany; I don't recall just why although I have been told a German girl might have had some influence, and when I returned my family was back in Baltimore, so I came here and despite grand ideas of taking a company move or something like that I have been at this address for 36 years. I do a number of things that were too far-out for even science fiction when I was in high school, trying to imagine what I would be when I grew up.

So, what have all these years given to me as revelations?

  1. Hatboro was a pretty good place.
  2. Going to college to please someone else is a waste of time.
  3. Military service, properly managed can be educational and even fun.
  4. No matter how hard I tried, Germany made beer faster than I could drink it.
  5. Speed limits are a revenue-producing tool, not a safety enhancement.
  6. Getting married is easy; staying married is hard.
  7. Riding a motorcycle will teach you lots about paying attention and being gentle.
  8. An hour at the pistol range will clear your head better than a week at the ocean.
  9. My children will do what they deem fit. They do not have to make my failures good.
  10. When your state is altered, your competence to determine your competence Goes Away.
  11. Music is wonderful, and cannot be explained - you get it, or you don't.
  12. Living in a foreign land, learning the language, is more valuable than books
  13. Foreign languages are different - and you must never translate an idiom.
  14. I think I'm rambling. Again.
Now I have to go downstairs and look in on Arnold, then get some sleep. Tomorrow is already here, and I must be musical in just a few hours.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Home Server Part 2

Well, I have become less cheerful - Alfred is fighting me every step of the way. I finally figured out that I had to just let the RAID card do its format and leave it alone - for something like 38 hours! Large disks take a while to stripe, I guess. Hope I never have to replace 1 - it'll take 15 hours just to rebuild, during which time probably nothing else will do anything.

I finally got the RAID right, and started the maintenance tool to add the disk capacity - and Alfred went nuts and refused to talk to me. I have a bad feeling that I am about to get to scrap his motherboard, and demote his function to a single-processor machine that I have laying around doing nothing,which will tick me off as I have a couple more multiprocessor motherboards, but just don't feel like doing one of those agonizing swaps today, although I may change my mind. I really need to get this pup working and stable, so I can get the rest of the house's computers to cooperate and play nice - and start rebuilding my music library.

If anyone wonders, RAID is not what we use to kill software bugs - it is an acronym for Redundant Array of Inexpensive Disks - which means that it takes a bunch of cheap disks and rearranges the way data is stored so that the failure of one disk in the array will not result in complete loss of data. Really clever idea - the net is less space that is useful, but less likelihood of all of it getting to be useless at once. Unfortunately, I had been watching RAID arrays built with relatively tiny disks, and it didn't seem that it took that long to recover when a disk failed. I am using disks 50 times as big as what I used to watch, and forgot that things would take 50 times as long to recover and rebuild. We live and we learn.

So for now I have a server that works, albeit not well, and is useless by virtue of its refusal to talk to anything but itself. Time for a restart, I think. Time to put that old monster out to pasture. Time to put Alfred down.

Time to start building Arnold. I'll keep y'all apprised....

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Cheer up, self!

Well, color me a little less displeased with myself, and add a shade of feeling silly. I finally got around to starting the build on the big server in the basement - and realized that I hadn't even remembered its name properly - in my last post I called it Arnold, when in reality its name is Alfred. I think it knows, and hates me for it.

The first Home Server install stalled on me - I didn't have the RAID array properly done, and got an hour into the install and the damn computer stalled and refused to do anything except sit there and grin at me. Well, I couldn't stand for that, so I cleaned it off, got the RAID array properly configured and and restarted the installation cold. It got going, and I walked away from it, secure in the knowledge that it will either go on properly, or I'll go downstairs before I go to bed and have yet another reason to hate MicroSoft and its software.

But I did look at the other 3 machines down there, started up the two that are not run normally and they seem healthy, or at least the hardware does. One of them has a nice DVD writer with LightScribe that I will transfer into the IBM machine I got last year and haven't used yet - may get to that by the weekend.

I'd love it if we got a hard freeze - it would keep me home (I brought my laptop home tonight just against that eventuality,) so I could work tomorrow here if I had to, rather than go out in the old Volvo and play on the ice. I don't mind a couple inches of snow, but ice on the roads gives me the crawls.

By the weekend I should have the server built, the new mail services running on it, the 2 terabyte shared storage array usable throughout the house and be ready to start on phase 2 - starting up the IBM super workstation that I got for me, getting the DVD writer installed and maybe even getting the three older machines shut down, cleaned off and ready for disposal. That'd please my wife a whole lot. She's a real dear about my slowness to do stuff, but she does have a limit, and I really don't want to know where it is.

I started working with the beta version of Clarion 7, which is the development tool I use to do most of my programming, and it is a major change for me, but I like what I see so far. I also have to get going with Clarion# (I bought that for me - 7 is for the office) and within the coming weeks may actually make some progress there, if folks at work don't break a bunch of stuff in the meanwhile. I need to upgrade my high school class database and put it on the new web server as soon as I can get to it, hopefully before the next reunion (which will be the 50th - the thought of which makes me feel old!)

Speaking of which - I am looking forward to the 50th and I have our 41st anniversary coming up - believe it or not, one woman has put up with me for 41 years and is still here! It can be done.

Well, I have to go downstairs and check on Alfred - see if he's still being built or if he's choked again. Tomorrow is Wednesday - choir rehearsal if the weather cooperates, or a day working at home if the weather decides to be horrid. Of course, I won't know which it is until after I am awake and walking around tomorrow with no chance just to go back to bed. There's just no justice....

Have a great day, y'all!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Aging

I am getting old. Actually, I think I already got old, and somehow managed not to take note of the fact as it was happening. I have another birthday in a few weeks, number 67. In another three years I will be 70. My grandfather was old at 70 - I am not ready to be old, but I'm almost 70.

Phyllis and I had dinner with our youngest child, her husband, and their 6-month old - and we had a great time. It was a relaxed pleasant evening, with lots of laughs, some supplied by a cheerful curious baby and some by silly adults. There is something about spending time with our daughter and her husband that makes gloom go away. I'm depressive by nature, and after some time with Liz, James and Sammy my whole day seems brighter. For one thing it is impossible to be anything but happy and silly with a happy baby. For another, our youngest child is so great with us, her wonderful husband and the rest of the world.

I guess one thing that helps is that with her in command of her quarter of the world, we can relax secure in the knowledge that the world is a better place with her and her husband in it - and the child is just a bonus.

For myself, I should open a chapter of the Procrastinator's Society just for me - I am so far behind in just about everything that it is really not good for depression. I have a bunch of computer hardware cluttering up my house, some of which arrived a year ago that I have not yet assembled and put to work, and it needs done. My part of the basement is a disaster area, needs stuff cleaned up, thrown out, upgraded, overhauled and generally sterilized, cauterized and replaced. I need to do it and do you think I can get my arse in gear to get started? I dome home at night, and end up in front of our (admittedly lovely large LCD HD) TeeVee, read mail, write things once in a while and generally become immobile, eventually going to bed, and get up tired in the morning to go to work. I can't retire, and really don't want to yet, but my energy lever is subterranean these days, and it is pissing me off!

Maybe tomorrow I can at least get that RAID array into Arnold (all my PC's have names, and Arnold is the big server downstairs that does the mail and such....) and get Home Server loaded and get the network restarted in a functional manner.

But I did get some neat stuff for when I get It together - some good wireless toys, a print server or two (USB) that will make some of our remote printing and scanning awhile lot more flexible - and a few things that are just neat toys that I'll have fun with.

The weather is supposed to turn to absolute crap - I should have gone out on the motorcycle last week on the one warm day, because between snow and frigidity the weather is conspiring to keep me off the bike. Doesn't help that my knees are at least 30 years older than the rest of me, either....

Maybe I'll take off a few hours Wednesday and go over to see Liz & Sammy - and let the baby make me laugh some more. I forgot or maybe never noticed just hos delightful babies can be - when we had them around here that were ours, we were too busy trying to make sure we did things right and that everything was in order - with Sammy, that's Liz and James' problem - we can just enjoy Sammy, make faces at him and laugh with him.

I guess I'm not so depressed any more - at least until the weather report comes along in a few minutes.

G'night, y'all.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

WE had an inauguration!

This has been an interesting week to work in an interesting place. I work in a police department, and this week we had holidays, new almost-presidents making speeches, crowds downtown to look at the new almost president and (perhaps) listen to what he had to say, and then to wave at him as he got back on the train to Washington, DC.

The next day, Washington, DC turned into a crowd scene worthy of Cecil B. DeMille - and some of our cops were there, including the motorcycle guys. Even with electric suits, I imagine they were plenty cold....

I have been through a number of inaugurations in my life, and I don't recall one so well attended, so well secured, or so flashy. Lots of people, secure in their jobs now for a time had a lot of things to say. Included in those things were glittering generalities, promises that will not be kept, expectations that will never be met, and lots of feel-good stuff, positive-sounding, but somehow giving me at least the feeling that the folks there were determined to look out for me and mine regardless of my wishes, and convinced that they already knew what was best for me and mine regardless what we might happen to think about what they think they know.

I have been distressed about all the time given to a black man who is our next president. I saw a man who was properly elected and frankly, to me, he looks more Arabic than black, and anyhow I had truly hoped that we were beyond the point that simple appearance qualified or disqualified one for higher office.

Now, I am not wholly convinced he was the right choice - but he's there now, and it is part of my job to help him all I can, in whatever way I can to excel - because if he does things well, my life goes well. Nothing like a little enlightened self-interest here. Frankly, I was and remain impressed by Mr. Obama - he is obviously bright, speaks well, does his homework or has good people to do it for him and he listens well to them, and either is sincere or one hell of an actor - and I prefer to believe that he is real.

I don't have a clue what the future holds for the nation as a whole. I'd like to think that it will go on and that we as a people will grow to be better than what we are. In many respects, even though he wasn't my choice, I'm pleased that he was elected - his very election proves that most of us are beyond a particularly ugly point in our history (although I have to tell you, Colin Powell would have had my vote in a New York minute) and that we as a people are growing in understanding and in tolerance (or at least most of us are and that's the best I can hope for.)

So we are once again embarking on an adventure in this great nation. We do this each four years, and I would wager that nobody gets exactly what they want or expect out of the four years that follow - but it will be interesting, educational and occasionally scary and at the end of four years we'll either throw him out or put him back for another four years - and hopes and expectations will be dashed no matter which way it goes because there's no way for one man to deliver on all the promises, particularly once he starts interfacing with legislators who have pork with which to woo votes.

Meanwhile, the nation will muddle through and things will change - sometimes for the better, sometimes not. It has been written that a nation gets the government it deserves and I'd like to think that we're headed for a good patch.

I'm not fond of socialist programs - and in Europe, which apparently some think is the source of all that is good, the folks are finding that socialism costs too much and delivers too little.

I get upset at treating illegals like citizens, particularly when they become thereby entitled to breaks and programs that citizens don't get offered. Maybe I'm old and cynical, but free lunch draws parasites - and Europe has been busily proving it for decades.

I don't believe that we can do anything good about terrorists by appearing weak - and yet that is exactly the posture that many would have us take in its face. That way lies madness. Predators will take a weak victim if available, and terrorists are nothing if not predators - preying only on the helpless, shrinking from anything resembling a fight.

But I have faith that somehow we'll be all right. We live in the best place in the world to be, and it will only get better. And no, I'm not whistling in the dark - if I were, I'd be headed either for Germany or New Zealand.

My misgivings notwithstanding, I think I'll watch a while - I could always get a nice surprise; it wouldn't be the first time, and surely won't be the last. It's what keeps life interesting.

The one thing that is certain is that things will change. Have a nice day, y'all.

Monday, January 19, 2009

11 days

I can't believe it has been that long and I could find nothing to say! I'm losing my touch.

Actually, it's been pretty quiet - the boss was away for a time, work was pretty quiet, no crises at home, and no recalcitrant vehicles with which to deal. I was off last Friday and today, so I have not worked that many days, and generally nothing new has been started since so many people are not around.

This past weekend was a music weekend for my wife and myself - we spent a day at a church in Hanover, Pennsylvania previewing choral music. For thos unfamiliar with the activity, a bunch of people get together in a good-sized venue with a prepared stack of music (200+ anthems in our case) that will be directed by a clinician and sung by a choir composed of the attendees - in this case, over 600. Now unless you are a chorister, you probably can't appreciate the trill that accompanies one of these sessions - not because the music is done so well; often it is difficult and not done perfectly, but all the folks there try, and the result can be quite beautiful.

These sessions are normally available to choir directors, but many mere singers go, also - some as friends of the director (I go as the director's driver) and often these extras help the director to choose new things for the choir to do. It's a thankless task, sometimes, bit it is a great way to pass a day for a singer - and some of the newer writers are doing some really neat stuff that can only be heard in these clinics. An additional bebefit is that the clinitians are often the writers of the music being previewed, and they tend to be really interesting people.

After the music, I had hoped for a brief visit with an old friend, but it was not to be - so Phyllis and I wandered over to visit our younest and her baby and generally whiled away the afternoon playing with an infant - and it was good!

Tomorrow I have to go back to work. The server didn't get built that I had intended to build over this 4-day weekend. Some computer trouble at church did get fixed, but some more is still waiting. I never got the motorcycle out to get the fork lock installed, but then again as cold as it was, I wasn't looking for an excuse to start it up.

Right this minute I am watching Necessary Roughness, a football movie that I have seen more times than I can count, and I still enjoy it - something that makes no sense whatever as I do not follow sports at all and never have. Odd that another favorite is The Natural, a baseball movie. Some days I make no sense to myself.

I had a traffic rant ready last week after a particularly crappy trip in, but realized that there was nothing new in it, so I pulled it beforeI published it. I maintain that most traffic accidents could have been avoided either by not raising the last two glasses, or by exercising a little courtesy - but casual observation shows nobody to be listening. Maybe someone will piss me off next week and I'll let it go then.

We had yet another organizational change last week, but as best I can determine, it will not mean much of anything to much of anyone in the long run - we'll still have the same meaningless numbers collected and displayed as if they have some deeper meaning. I somethings think that we in Information Technology have done ourselves a disservice by collecting all the data we do - it gives folks the urge to compare disparate numbers and think that they may relate to other numbers (that make them look good, of course) when in actuality they are more like apples and mongooses. This can be hard to explain to folks in a position of authority over you, especially when it is not anything like what they wanted to hear.

It snowed today. My grandson thought he'd died and gone to heaven, but it looks as if it will not last - at least not enough to keep him home from school tomorrow. Disappointment reigns.

I have a kitchen to clean up, and a server to build - enjoy the balance of the day, y'all.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Back to work

I was off from the day before Christmas through Monday.  By off, I mean not obligated to go to work - some folks will tell you I'm off all the time, but they're just being unkind.  At least that's what I think.  Anyhow, I made it in Monday, and forgot that the boss was still off, so there wasn't much on Monday to elevate my blood pressure, and it wasn't a bad day as days go except, of course, for the weather that was so bad it could not even be said to suck. 

I finally had a good day last week, and got the motorcycle out to get the last little bit of fixing done.  At least that's what I told myself - the truth is I really wanted a reason to ride, and I really did enjoy getting out to ride.  After I got back in the evening I dropped an email on one of my riding pals, and was more than a but chagrined to learn that he had spent part of his holidays having a pacemaker/defibrillator implanted in his chest.  He's at least 6 years younger than I am, and has already had cardiac surgery many years back.  Getting old sucks.  But by the spring I'll bet he's ready to ride again.  Meanwhile, maybe I can talk him into an afternoon of music making....

I need to get some more weight off - at least another 100 pounds, although another 20 would take care of the 18 I have gained back and then some, and make me feel good.  I'm really pretty grumpy right now, and people at work are starting to avoid me.  I'm antisocial enough that this is good to a point, but when folks tremble and walk sideways against a wall to get past me I begin to wonder if I'm not just a little bit more incendiary than I need to be.  

Maybe I just need to spend a day with my daughter and let her baby drool all over me and giggle at me a while.  That'd be cheaper than a weekend away at a gambling resort or somewhere like that.   Of course I could always take a train to Chicago for a day - the overnight trip there is really great, a day wandering wouldn't be bad, and the overnight train back is wonderful - and nobody would do anything to disturb me at all during the whole trip.  Now all I need is a business reason for it....

I've been finding classmates and other friends on FaceBook.  Everyone should get a FaceBook page! Some of what's there, like what's on YouTube, is reprehensible - but some of it is pretty good, and even the ads can be useful.  I probably spend more time at this than I should, but sooner or later it'll get old and then I'll be more productive until the next thing comes along.

I found a ShoutCast station that plays nothing but The Blues Brothers.  They did some stuff I never heard and it's pretty good.  There are a couple that specialize in solo piano, and it really is nice.  I have to introduce my wife to this - maybe for some good music she'll touch a computer - particularly if I buy one for her, maybe....

I think I've had all the fun I should have on any one day, and it is pushing 6 PM pretty hard, so I will clean up here (or at least hide most of the crap in desk drawers) and head for home.  Y'all be good, y'hear?

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Sunday, January 4

Getting up this morning was really not easy.  Getting up almost two hours earlier than I would have on most Sundays was even harder.  Somewhere along the line I agreed in a weak moment to be music at our 9:30 church service.  Normally I am a choir member for the 11:00 service and,  while I have been known to be a soloist it is not usual for me to get up early just to do that.  The particular piece for this morning is one in which I had a solo over part of it, but there was a choir part where I would normally have sung the tenor part, and I had to read the melody line instead, so I had something to learn quickly before the service started.  Phyllis had played it for me the previous day and then we went off to see the bull riders.

In any event, the music went well, everyone was complimentary (although I don't think anyone would be otherwise, just because) and after the second service I went home and died, sleeping through what ought to have been dinner.  It seems two nights downtown watching bull riders extracts a big toll on old fat guys - and my old arse was just worn out.  

Then this evening we had a reception at church for two members who are leaving the area, and I have to say that they will be missed.  Employment does strange things to people - this couple had come to us before and after a while was sent to Australia for a year on business, after which they came back and went to California for a while and returned to this area.  Now, business acquisitions and the need for employment have them moving to Birmingham, Alabama in order to be employed.  Frankly, I don't recall having had someone leave before that had such an effect on me - already I miss both of them.  I must be getting maudlin in my old age.

Tomorrow I have to go back to work.  Pardon me for lacking enthusiasm - the past ten days have been welcome down time - and, unfortunately, the few things I did intend to do did not get done. I need another week....

Be well, y'all -I gotta get some sleep.

PBR Redux....

Well, we went back into town this evening for the second round of Professional Bull Riders, and for the championship round for this event.  It was worth the trip.

I hate the arena that is used - it was built 40 years ago, and apparently people were a lot smaller then.  The seats grab me hard enough to leave me with numbutt after an hour, and the rows are so close together my legs get jammed against the seatback in front of me.  In spite of this, I will subject myself to this venue because the PBR puts on a really good show.  

The attendance was much better this evening than last evening - even the nosebleed sections were pretty full. The crowd was noisy, and they were obviously enjoying the event.  This is a good event for Baltimore - and for the PBR as the season opener it was a bit of a Big Deal that it was to be done in Baltimore - in past years, Madison Square Garden in New York City got the nod for this - this year, they get the second event of the year.  Maybe one year before we die Phyllis and I go to New York City, and stay at the old Loewe's Summit or something for a couple of days and take in the bulls at MSG and maybe a broadway show.

Maybe next year even.

For anyone out there, if the PBR gets close to you, or even if there's something less big, go see some bull riding.  Everyone I know has enjoyed it, even those that were plenty skeptical. Check your preconceived notions at the door, head inside, and enjoy the spectacle - and marvel at just how fast, strong and athletic both the cowboys and the bulls are.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

PBR

January 2, 2009 - the first event in the Professional Bull Riders 2009 tour was held right here in Baltimore.  It is quite a spectacle - and I realized after the show that Phyllis and I have been following Bull Riding for at least 5 years, although it took a couple of years before we actually went to see it anywhere but on the TeeVee in our living room.

It may seem a bit incongruous that this would fascinate us, but it does.  The bull riders themselves are an interesting lot - cowboys, but not the stereotypical cowboy that we tend to believe we see.  Many of the riders are from other nations (Australia and Brazil being big contributors) but they are just about without exception interesting, and smarter than you might expect someone who voluntarily gets on top of 2000 pounds of beef expecting to stay there for 8 seconds.  There are some really abrupt moves involved, and some fairly specific rules about what may be done in the process of the ride.

One thing becomes obvious in a hurry - they guys are tough.  A ride typically ends with the rider launched from the bull onto the arena floor - sometimes in a high looping arc, sometimes like a lawn dart into the ground.  Broken bones are not as common as in normal people.  Bull riders occasionally get stepped on and sat on by the bulls, which typically weigh from 1300 to 2400 pounds.  I have to believe that when a bull steps on your foot, it hurts - for about a year - but the riders get up and walk away -and come back in an hour and ride another bull.

The bulls themselves, well, they buck.  You have to see it to understand it, and then see that they are not predictable.  The job of the bull is to shed the rider - the job of the rider is to frustrate the bull in that effort for 8 seconds.  Some of the "professional" bulls stop stock still as soon as the rider is gone - their job is at that point finished.  Others continue to dance about the arena.  Some others will chase the unseated rider as if to do him harm - and some manage that.

There are support players, but one of the most important for the PBR is a guy named Flint Rasmussen - he's a clown, a cheerleader, a crowd-pleaser, an acrobat, and lots of other things - and by the look of it, all unscripted.  His comedic timing is amazing, his strength and stamina something to behold, and without his intermission playing, throwing things at the crowd, and interrupting the commentators it might even get a little dull.

The truth of the matter is that on TeeVee you see the ride better - because the video folks have all the cameras, angles, and recorded bits - but on the TeeVee you miss out on Flint and other things that make the live show.

So as unintellectual as it might seem, I remain a fan - and encourage everyone to go once and see bull riding take place live and in real time.  You too could end up being a fan.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year

It looks like we survived yet another year.  Today is the first day of the rest of your life and the first day of 2009 - which you and I will both get wrong on checks and other documents for at least a week or so.

Looking back on 2008, it has been an interesting year -  
  • Our baby had a baby. 
  • Our son went back to Australasia. 
  • I managed not to drop a motorcycle on myself, although I did get to pick mine up a couple of times, no damage accrued to anything besides my ego.
  • New school for our other grandson with a relatively trauma-free change.
  • Second year of new employment completed and they still put up with me.
  • No health aberrations like the GI bleed from 2007.
  • HD TeeVee arrived and it is great!
  • New boss at the office; mixed returns on this one.
  • New working quarters - definitely not thrilled about this one.
  • Really great reunion of old cold warriors in Texas - folks I had not seen in many years were there, and it was good to meet (and to re-meet) some of them.
  • Added to the library several books written by folks that were in Security Service with me, and learned a lot more about intelligence operations of that era.
On the whole, interesting but relatively devoid of significant aberrations.  May there be more like this past year.

No really interesting New Year's Resolutions, save for one not to make them any more since it feels so bad to fail to meet the expectation.  I do have plenty of tasks for the coming year, but right now it is too soon to start enumerating them - and they'd probably shortly become a truly frightening heap.  

The coming year will bring network upgrades and changes here at home - the advent of the HD TeeVee gives a monitor good enough to actually use a computer attached to it, and the media center PC will be doing that duty upstairs.  The gaggle of machines downstairs will be replaced by a Microsoft Home Server (something Gates&Co managed to get right), and the flaky mail server will be replaced by different software running in the home server.  My new desktop will be fast enough to be useful, finally - and to the rest of the hardware may be added a laptop or netbook for Phyllis - that part is still pending.  We'll bring her into the electronicized fold yet!

We are using Skype and Facebook to keep up with our wandering son, and Picasa forphoto resources.  It is all working together nicely and as long as he doesn't get too busy to do maintenance we always have new pictures and storis to tell folkswho ask. As yet we have no idea how long he will be staying there, but I'm sure he'll let us know when the time is right, whatever that means.  Maybe some Australian girl will manage to tie him down.

I've been finding high school classmates on FaceBook and MySpace, much to my surprise. Most folks my age don't want to be bothered but apparently many of us are still with it enough to take on the challenge.  Reconnecting with some of these folks after so many years has been a real eye-opener in many ways - helps keep me sharp, I guess.  It is always interesting to reconnect and see if I still recognize anyone.

Well, everyone have a Happy New Year.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas

It's that time of year again.  I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year.  In case your particular frame of belief doesn't include a Christmas, I wish youthe very best of whatever holidays and deities you celebrate, with a heartfelt wish for improvements in your situation in the coming year.

As usual, I'm not well prepared, but I still have a few hours in which to remedy that.  Tomorrow we all head for my brother's house in Virginia, and we're looking forward to the visit.  We're geographically close, but it seems our lives get so complicated we don't get actually to see one another more than once or twice a year, and now that our kids are grown, it gets even more seldom.

We have late church services this evening, and the Rudolph Grouplet will be singing at the close of the service.  With luck we'll stay awake and all the candle exhaust won't clog our pipes until we are done.  After that, it's head home, where I'll beg to open something and will be denied, then we'll go to sleep until far too early, get up and make a thorough wreck out of the living room, then get dressed and grumble about being late starting out for my brother's house.

Traditions are useful - they keep us grounded.

May your traditions bring you joy, and peace in this season. 

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Cowards, Drunks, and other reprobates

This past weekend, a coworker suffered a loss that is hard to comprehend so close to Christmas.

Her husband, who was walking home, was struck by a hit and run driver of (probably) an SUV, and killed immediately.  I suppose one might say that the fact that he was killed immediately is a kindness, but somehow I don't believe that the family would find this particularly thoughtful of the person who ran.

I wonder what possible excuse there could be for so cowardly an action on the part of a person wielding a large deadly object.  As a gun owner, I have certain responsibilities as regards safety, concern for others, taking care that mu surroundings cannot be a contributor to others' harm - would not one believe that the driver of an automobile would be held to the same standards, particularly in light of the fact that we kill far more people with vehicles than we do with guns in this great nation.

Apparently, though, responsibility is only recognized for the odd among us - those who choose unusual means of transport, those who find firearms interesting (for whatever reason) and those who are over a certain age and grew up knowing that if an act of theirs had consequences, nobody else owned those consequences.

The family involved here is shattered - three children lost a father, a wife is left to pick up the pieces, and to bury her husband, and then rebuild a life at an age when life ought to be pretty sane and settled.  There is at present nothing to point to the driver of the vehicle that did this, so one has only to wonder - was it a drunk, was it an unauthorized driver, someone on dope, someone on a phone, someone having a fight with a wife / girlfriend - what possible excuse can there be for having failed so dramatically to accept responsibility for one's actions?

It is not hard to imagine accident circumstances - accidents do happen - but if it were an accident, why not stay around, explain that it was an accident and move forward?  The cowardly act of leaving does more than allow one to escape answerability - it leaves a goodly number of people with no closure, with nothing to understand, and no hope of justice, at least not in the forseeable future.

I have no answers for those that hit and run - I'd be tempted to shoot them on the spot, but that would be entirely too merciful - and one so devoid of personal responsibility could not be trusted to maintain the remnants of the family, see to their support and income, etc.

It is obvious to the casual observer that the potential penalty for this heinous act of cowardice is not great enough, or horrid enough because it continues to occur, and folks continue to try  to excuse themselves of responsibility for this. It won't wash - the responsibility is squarely on the person doing the fleeing.  A person so bereft of the basic concept of honor cannot be believed or trusted with anything - take the vehicle away and crush it.  Incarceration removes financial recovery for the victims - but there are those who might not understand anything less - although there are also those for  whom it could be considered a vacation, and that's scary.

I have no answers, no cures, no remedies - but I am deeply upset by this, and realize that I could have been the guy laying dead in the street.  Anyone reading could have been the dead person in the street.  I would wish better for my survivors than having to wonder how and why.

Have a great Tuesday, y'all, and think kind thoughts for a coworker whose Christmas has been so thoroughly disrupted and destroyed.  

Monday, December 22, 2008

Three more days...

Three more days until Christmas.  I think I'm allowed to say Christmas here - with all the PC BS flowing about these days, one is never certain. I have done part of my shopping, on-line of course, and have a bit left that must be done by standing in line, one of my least favorite pastimes.

I made coffee and looked outside at the thermometer and decided that being up was a mistake, but I can't do anything about it now since I am already up.  I forgot that my grandson is on holiday from his school, and started to wake him up, which earned me a bit of disapproval from is grandmother, who has Ronnie Duty all day today and really wanted to be asleep for a while.  Happily I had no luck at all getting him to awaken, so they're both sleeping the sleep of the just right now, while I am blathering on about Monday Morning.  Had I realized that he was already on holiday, I could have slept another 40 minutes this morning.  Oh well, as my cousin used to say in her own shorthand, "If dog rabbit."  If you wonder, when expanded that came out as "If  the DOG had not stopped to poop he might have caught the RABBIT."  I guess you had to be there.

I have mixed feelings about the Auto Bailout.  I wonder if it is not time to let something die, and let some lessons be learned.  The terms of the bailout include the stipulation that certain things must be done or a repayment of all funds falls due - and one is prompted to wonder just howthehell they are going to give back funds spent when they're broke?  I wish I could shed a tear for those fools that showed up for a handout in their corporate jets, but I find it hard to feel ufor someone so removed from reality.  I who have never had an executive jet at my beck and call cannot imagine being able simply to fly and let the accountants worry about the costs, particularly since I am my own accountant, about to start working on my own taxes for yet another year.

Right now I feel some sympathy for Barack and Joe, incoming president and VP respectively.  I saw a number of ads over the past few days indicating that they are all poised and ready to hit the ground running and Do Great Things in a few weeks, and wonder at their naivete, considering that Congress is like a train - it isn't moved or guided easily, and almost everything that they want to do will have to pass thru that august body, composed largely of folks who are dedicated primarily to the perpetuation of their own existance.

There's also a stirring in the local news from folks that want the Electoral College abolished in favor of a popular vote.  We've already done that with the Senate (originally its membership was decided by the legislatures of the states being represented - the House was there for all the people, the Senate intendd to look out for the interests of the States) and I remain convinced that it was a Dmb Thing to do, since we already had a popularly elected representing body.  The idea of a purely popular vote ought to terrify any minority because a purely popular vote would make it possible to legislate them to a state of subservience.  Of course, no thinking voter would allow such a thing - but all too many ought not to be accused of thinking, I fear.  Probably I should include myself sometimes in that category, since everyone has braindead days - but some folks seem to live that way.

But I promised myself I would try to stay apolitical today.

One of my coworkers lost her husband over the weekend, in a hit and run "accident" - which will I am certain cast a pall on the holidays for her and her three children.  Hit and run is something that ought to be classified as a hate crime, particularly when a fatality is the result. Nobody who is younger than I am plans on being dead, particularly not in such a meaningless manner - and life for her and her family is about to change forever.  I count myself fortunate any day I can wake up, look up and not see the roots of some grass.  

I just looked up at the clock and discovered that since I have to go to work today I must go and finish dressing, grab the computer that travels with me and head for the office.  I'd like to stay here today; there's more than enough to do around here, but certain unfortunate addictions (food, housing, toys [computers, motorcycles]) drive me to continued employment.

Happy Monday, y'all.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Commute rant redux

I have often been given cause to wonder if there is a special course  that is required of folks before buying a big Lexus SUV.  That course being, of course, behavior appropriate to assholes.  

I watched one this morning on my commute to work that about made me want to stop the vehicle and do grave harm to it - harm enough to turn it into a modern art stationary exhibit.

The driver rolled through a stop sign in front of me at some velocity in excess of the limit, about clipping my right front fender, then proceeded to run down the right lane for half a mile and cut in front of someone where the lane ran out, forcing three vehicles nearly to telescope whilst this person had space made - all this without a sign of a signal.  Even BMW SUV pilots are more thoughtful than this jerk was - but he seems to be typical of Lexus owners - particularly the large Lexus trucklets with a big chrome V8 on the back hatch.  Whenever I see one of these things, I wonder where is the cop?  I know cops don't make enough to own such a behemoth, so I know it's not a cop on a day off - but I really do wonder how someone can be so oblivious as to believe that nobody else out there has any right to safety.

Big Ford and Lincoln SUV pilots are not even as bad as Lexus folks, although they do come close - I watched the Lexus try to intimidate a Lincoln Navigator, and we nearly had bent sheet metal before the Navigator gave way, aolthough the Navigator pilot lost his cool enough that a number of obscene gestures were directed at the Lexus - not that the Lexus inhabitant took any notice.

Later on this morning before I arrived I had a BMW SUV come up a right on-ramp, and I carefully left space for him to move over - something he did not do.  Instead of taking the space I offered, he rushed past the four foolks in front of me and bulled his way into a line where there was no space when the ramp merged.  I always try to leave space for at least one person to merge, believing (perhaps naively) that it smooths the flow of traffic and helps heep everyone's blood pressure lower.  Am I really naive, or just being ignored by my betters?  Inquiring minds, etc....

I did eventually get to work without heightened blood pressure (something I arrange by heavy use of the AMESLAN asshole sign which makes me grin whenever I see such atavistic roadway behavior) and without any foreign paint on my old Volvo.  I sure wish I was important enough to behave like that, but I'm not capable of ignoring everything around me in order to endanger myself and anyone else on the road anywhere near to where I am.

What am I not understanding?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

No longer Monday

Monday turned into a mental health day - by the time the morning stuff was done and the remainder was done in the afternoon, it was not worth spending two hours to travel downtown and back to work two hours - so it was 8 hours Medical instead of the four that I had planned.

If got cold overnight - it was still motorcycle-warm when I went to bed, and when I got up it was cold enough that I didn't even want to try to start one up.  I am sure that at least one will start - but there wasn't any real point since I don't really want to ride when it is that cold.  Must be my age showing through - there was a time when I'd ride no matter how damn cold it was.  But then again, there was also a time when I'd ride after ten beers to get a couple of cases to tote back to the barracks for those still thirsty.  Some of those adventures should have killed us all except maybe we just didn't know it at the time.

I have decided I need two more days in the week.  One to play poker and/or bridge, the other to bury myself downstairs in my house and fix the mess that is computers.  Procrastination is great stuff, but it can be overdone, and I've been proving that for a couple of years now.  I have a really nice IBM super workstation (dual 3 gigahertz Xeon processors) down there that I bought a year ago to replace the machines now doing mail server, file server, desktop and DVD/CD burning duty - and it still hasn't been fired up.  I'm going to be really pissed off if it won't start up.  I ought to go and get a one of the virtual machine systems except I don't feel like taking the time to learn it just now, so it will end up an XP machine doing everything that is currently done by three machines over in the work side of the basement.  I have a couple of terabyte drives for it that I intended to store all my MP3 and video stuff on - until the 250 and 300 gig drives in Alfred (that's the server's name - all my machines get names....  There's Alfred, Wallis, Rabbit, Howard, Charles, Golem and Andrew out there) started going bad.  Now I have most of a terabyte on failing/failed drives, and am pissed at myself for not taking hold of them when the failure started.  I'll probably have to go out and find all the stuff I had again.  This time, though, I think I'll do a RAID array and lay in a couple of extra terabyte drives against the day one decides to croak. They're cheap enough right now - if you look around they can be had for $100 or so.  If I can find the right motherboard, I may have to twin the super desktop just to keep from stepping on myself.  When Jamie left, he had cleared off what he wanted gone from the downstairs machine, so I can remove it and maybe replace it with something bigger and faster.

There's always something that needs done - I just hope I can recover enough of the web site and FTP site to make their rebuild just a matter of recollecting data from the binary newsgroups.  I'll also have to get a new Newsbin, since mine is on one of the fail3ed drives, and I'll have to go and make nice with Giganews, since my contract with them ran out when I let the credit card die that was used so they cut me off - but that was a year or more back, so they've probably forgot all about it by now.  Maybe I'll start on this tonight if I can find a piece of cat5 to reach from the switch to the table out in the other room.  Sounds like a good project for this evening provided I don't get sucked into a CSI:Miami marathon or something like that.

And of course I still have Christmas shopping to do - just about all of it, and I gotta call my brother because I don't have a clue in hell about what I should surprise him with this year.  This was a whole lot easier when he was only 30 and didn't already own everything that I could afford to get him.  I know - I'll call his wife and see if she has any ideas - although they've been married long enough she's probably as out of ideas as I am.

I think I've had enough fun for today, so I'm going to close up and go home.  Maybe I'll hear from Jamie tonight with more adventures from Australasia.  He's putting up his pictures at http://picasaweb.google.com/ijam357 if anyone wants to look.

Happy Tuesday, y'all.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Monday Morning

Well, it is Monday morning again.  We have something to do before I head for the office, so I won't be in much before noon or so.  To balance, I'll end up downtown until around 8 or so in the evening, but I may actually Get Something Done today.

Jamie is now in Australia.  It took a bit - he went from Timaru to Wellington to Auckland to Sidney, and apparently picked up a tour guide, because he spent yesterday on a whilrwind tour of Sydney, including some parke he didn't know existed, and now is shopping for a GPS.  He even got a new telephone number afer leaving New Zealand.  Text messaging, FaceBook and Skype all come into play for information transfer.  We may yet get his Mom out of the 60's as far as electronic thingies are concerned.

I was hoping for a motorcycle day today, since it is supposed to get into the mid 60's but it is also supposed to rain - and I do not like riding in the rain.  Still, it is beautiful out right now.

Ten days to Christmas - don't even ask about my shopping - it is not only undone, it is practically devoid of ideas.  Never have I felt so far behind.  Yesterday I never even got dressed - I spent the day online and sleeping (not simultaneously) and am still tired.  Retirement is starting to look pretty good - it is a shame that I can't afford it yet.  I think Phyllis is probably glad I can't afford it - having me under foot all the time would probably make her crazy.  In the summer I could ride but in the winter maybe I'm better off going to work.

Well, it's time to go and see Joe, so I'll get ready and do that.  Have a good day, y'all.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Social Networking

My daughter Elizabeth finally harrassed me into joining FaceBook - if only to get access to some pictures I seem never to be able to get her to email to me.  Along the way I looked over MySpace, and have started playing with Skype and a webcam.

Now I need a 40-hour day just to pay visits to all this stuff along with all the stuff I should be doing.

Interestingly enough, both FaceBook and MySpace have found for me people that I have known over the years but could no longer find.  Of course, most of my generation won't be represented there because we tend to be Luddites - but it was surprising just which ones I could fine.  I also discovered a bunch of folks overseas who may be related to people with whom I was close, so a bunch of messages went out this afternoon while I was supposedly working.  

I should explain that part of what I do involves fixing things that break, and when nothing is broke and everything else is on schedule, I don't really have that much required of me, so I can cheerfully do other things as long as I am not too obvious about it (playing Solitaire will get me yelled at....)

I showed FaceBook to my wife, and she was horrified at the amount of personal information that she was able to see there on various people - but it is a new day, I explained and much of this is put out there to find folks of like mind with whom to converse.

I'm not all that thrilled with the search capabilities, however - I would love to be able to use more of Google-like searches, with phrases and separate words and groups to narrow the search.  Looking for Lang brings over 500 names - if I could look for Lang in Germany, the list would be smaller.  Maybe if I complain they'll fix it?  I dunno.

It has been interesting looking at how some members have customized their pages (some to the point that their color choice makes reading their information impossible, at least to my ancient eyes) and just how artistic some are.  I also stumbled into some pretty crude sexual stuff, but it seems that these wallwriters are ever among us, and to do anything besides ignore just encourages them.

Facebook and MySpace have interesting possibilities - I just wonder how long they can stay free of charge?  Someone somewhere is spending a lot on servers and disk space, and I wonder what their return is (besides advertising dollars, that is...)

If you have not looked into FaceBook and MySpace, by all means do it - give it a few hours, and then see who shows up to talk with you, and who you can find that disappeared from your area years ago.  You might reap a pleasant surprise or two.

As for Skype, well, the technology works - my wife and I chatted with our son who's in New Zealand (although he may be in Australia by now) and watched his face as we chatted (and he watched ours) using a couple of cheap webcams, our fast connection, and Skype - which at that time had in excess of 12 MILLION active users on line. 

And to think that when I started working on computers they all had tubes in them.

Amazing stuff out there, but you gotta mess with it to see its worth - just hearing about it or reading reviews is not good enough.

Happy Friday, y'all....

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Wednesday, December 10th

Less than 15 days until Christmas - and I have nothing for anyone.  This seems to happen all the time.  I thought of a few really clever things on the way into the office this morning, but was busy driving and didn't want to look for a pen to write myself a note to myself to tell me what I had thought would be good for someone.

Of course, at the office lunacy abounds - folks are going out on leave, others are trying to squeeze the last bit of knowledge out of those going out before they go, just in case they get a brain wipe whilst they're away and have to be completely retrained upon return, I guess.  I've been doing this stuff for so long I don't know any more what i know, and am constantly being surprised by the things I remember only when I need them - any other time I would swear I didn't know these things, and it seems like I forget them as soon as I'm finished using them.  Maybe it is a part of the brain whose job is to keep my head from getting too cluttered by hiding the indices to the knowledge, bringing them out only in extremis.

When I got up this morning, it was just over 60 degrees and I thought "Hot damn, I'll motorcycle to work today!" - and then I looked out the window into a monsoon and determined that the old Volvo had to be stirred from its rest again today.   The drive in was horrid - what takes me 25 minutes ad night can take 95 minutes in the morning, and I really hate it.  Much of this is caused, of course, by the large number of anal sphincters that one encounters when commuting.  Today, I met the guy who runs down a half-mile on-ramp to the end and then forces his way into traffic, rather than taking the hole I carefully left for him to fit in without causing anyone to become upset.  Maybe he was talking on his telephone and didn't notice all that open space, or maybe he's just too important to bother with the normal courtesies - but I gotta tell you, someone up in front of me must've had some words for him, because he stuffed his way in where there was no room.  Where's the cop when you need one?

There was another that cruised in a marked exit-only lane for a mile or more and then stopped when it turned off and made everyone wait while he found someone he could intimidate into letting him in.  

'm just not important enough to pull this crap, and I'm entirely too fond of nonstress approaches to things - and I gotta believe that behaving like that induces far more stress than I'm likely to want at any given moment.

I had a nice "visit" with my son in New Zealand last night, using Skype with a webcam - the quality was better than I had a right to expect, and the hookup was clear and the sound really good.  I was pleasantly surprised, and spent another hour or so looking for otherpeople to Skype at/to but couldn't find that many familiar names - and the names that I did find were all asleep where I should have been.

But it is a neat technology, webcams are pretty cheap (I bought 4 for around $40 on eBay and gave one to my daughter, one to myself, took one to work, and still have one on the shelf) and work pretty well.  Last night, I hooked up with Jamie and let his mom chat with him a bit, and then drove her a little nuts walking through FaceBook to look at some of our kids' pictures, and see who we could find there that we knew.  She still won't touch a keyboard that doesn't consist of white and black keys, but she's getting closer....

Choir rehearsal tonight, and I need to be there, so I'm gonna run.  Hope y'all are having great days.  Tomorrow will be another day.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Patriot MicroChip

THE PATRIOT MICRO CHIP is intended to be implanted in terrorists. 
 
The implant is specifically designed to be installed in the forehead.


When properly installed it will allow the implantee to speak to God.  

It comes in various sizes.






The exact size of the implant will be selected by a well-trained and highly-skilled technician. The implant may or may not be painless. Side effects, like headaches and nausea are temporary. Some bleeding or swelling may occur at the injection site.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Motorcycle Vandalism, redux

Way back in October I babbled on about an incident in the garage where I work involving my motorcycle and a guy parked in my parking place, said guy finding himself blocked into that place. Rather than do what was required to find me, he muscled the steering until the lock was buggered. then left the motorcycle in front of another car.

It is all on video, and when it became apparent he was not going to be nice about it, I just filed a comprehensive insurance claim and had the report of his deliberate destruction of my property go on to Internal Investigations.

IID determined that since I had filed a claim with my insurance, it became a civil matter and did not merit any more investigation on the criminal matter of the deliberate and malicious destruction of my property. This irritated me greatly because it gave the guy a free pass on what ought to have been treated as a crime. I was advised to let it go and let the insurance companies wrangle.

Today I got a note from my insurance advising me that this guy was uninsured.

I was flabbergasted - Maryland is particularly crappy about insurance being required, and can make it really expensive if you don't play by the rules. Add to that the fact that the other guy was driving $85,000 worth of BMW, it boggles the mind to imagine that such a vehicle would be allowed out of the garage uninsured - not to mention that, lacking insurance, the vehicle was not legally tagged and should never have been on the road.

This guy is a cop - he ought to know better.

So Monday my boss will go back to IID and ask that the incident be reevaluated. I'm thinking that it is no wonder they guy was uncooperative, and that he has to have oatmeal for brains or a hidden limitles source of dollars, to be driving around an automobile so expensive without coverage.

I'm thinking that the local newspaper might love to know about this, but I'll wait a while before pursuing that venue. Meanwhile, though, once again I am irritated.

Oh yes, and along with that letter was one from my other insurance company telling me that they are still working to try and get my deductible back after a parking lot incident last February!! Apparently the Hartford Group doesn't like to play nice. AARP keeps telling me that they have insurance at a cost benefit to me - but it is Hartford, and somehow based on this experience I don't think I want to deal with that group under any circumstances.

I'm too old for this crap!

Friday, December 5, 2008

End of the Week - Again

 is almost time to go home again for a couple of days.  This has been a week - spent a lot of time with photos (visit http://picasaweb.google.com/rar1942g if you are curious) and more time with little computers.  Some of it paid off - I finally got my little tablet PC working, although I haven't yet got the little ToughBook to talk to me - it might have to be relegated to doorstop duty.

Jamie and I haven't connected - I put Skype on a bunch of computers at home, and brought one with me today just so I could watch and see if he came online.  Of course, if he did it was while I was in the john...

Skype has turned into a pretty nifty tool/toy - the basic form is free, but allows for video (I just have to find someone besides my son to test it with...) calls, conferencing, chats, and all kinds of other stuff - and even seems to work pretty well.  If you call all over, and are looking to spend less money, Skype could do it for you - provided you have a computer and reasonably fast InterNet (which you can get at any internet cafe that's wireles)  and the folks you wish to call have computers and reasonably fast connections, you can talk 24/7 and not spend any more than the computer uses in electricity.  If you don't mind paying a little, you can even call cell phones and landline phones with it - but the free part with the video is quite enoough excitement for me, thank you.

I know - I'll set Jessica up with it tonight, and we can videoconference between the kitchen and the living room.  Of course she'll hve to hide under a blanket or I'll hear her without the computer - but it should be fun - and maybe even useful when someone is downstairs....

Come to think of it, it might work really well with that Media Center PC I have in the living room feeding the big HD set.  Maybe tomorrow, unless I get called to work.  There's a major power change tomorrow, and something is bound to get hosed up.  I was going to come in and just work on some stuff I have to do, until I realized hat the power outage was in the server farm - and without servers all I can do is sit around and grumble.  

And of course Christmas is in just over 2 weeks and I am as usual unprepared - don't have a clue about what to get anyone.  Maybe I ought to go shopping this weekend, except that I hate shopping and I hate crowds - and crowded shopping leaves me needing a drink after about seven minutes.   If I am doing it online again, I have to get about it.  How does the time get away?

The bosslady stopped by late yesterday and asked if I would work another 20 years - and she knows how old I am since she's only 4 years younger.  Her reasoning was that money was so worthless nowadays hat we'd have to work until we died.  I told her that wne I died it would be my kids' problem to get me planted, and she doesn't have any, and her damn dogs are all too old to be of much use.  Shortly thereafter I went home and pondered it all a bit, wondering what it was all supposed to mean....  Does it mean I'm safe for 20 years?  Does it mean I will get her dogs?  Inquiring minds etc.... 

Got a couple of new cute pictures - I'll have to set up a separate area for the latest bits of foolishness so I can share them with all comers - some are really finny, some truly outrageous, and some just make you want to look twice and say "huh?" once.

I gotta go home - I've had all the fun they permit today.

Be well, y'all.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I.T. and the Peter Principle

If there is someone reading this who doesn't "get" the Peter Principle reference, the short form is In an organization, supervisors will rise to the level of  incompetence.  

Any place with an IT organization whose IT folks are not too paranoid to speak of it will tell you that this is always the case with IT folks - they people that run them are not IT-savvy, don't want to learn, and generally just want what they want when they want it.  The messenger who brings a no will be fortunate if that does not occasion an opportunity to work elsewhere, regardless of the practicality, feasibility or possibility of the unreasonable demand.  If the boss is paranoid or tends to micromanagement it gets even more painful.

I spent the morning in a meeting, mostly watching someone draw on a whiteboard.  I had to explain a thing or two, which I did - several times, using different words each time.  I was directed to telephone someone to ask something after discovering that there was a problem, it wasn't ours, and they were working on it.  When asked to telephone this person, which I knew to be working on the problem we had discovered, I expressed a reluctance to interrupt - the problem would need fixed before the person could begin to work on what I was asked to pursue, and it struck me as counterproductive to interrupt progress with something that would only cause mental overhead for this person, possibly keeping something broke for longer than necessary.  This was not an answer that anyone wanted to hear, so I ended up taking time to phone someone who was busy, thereby keeping two people from useful work - but that was what everyone seemed to think was needed.

I think I need to pull the plug and get out of here for a while, go to choir rehearsal, and spend several hours not thinking about what I do for a living - maybe even start up a motorcycle and see how long it takes to get numb riding in 40 degree weather....

Sorry, I'm frustrated and irritable. 

I'm certain that everyone has a similar tale.  If you happen to be everyone, let me know what your tales is - comments are open.

Roswell Fanfiction

This is one of my secret vices.  But it is a big one.

The Internet is a marvelous place - you can find all sorts of stuff there if you are not in a real hurry and don't mind that searching is a lot like free association.  Among the things one can find is what amounts to fan clubs for various TeeVee shows, some long defunct.

Fanfiction is fiction that takes the characters and sometimes the circumstances of a show series, a book series, or some other grouping and creates new stories, story lines, and story series based loosely or tightly on the information already present.

Some of this stuff is really well written, some is crap - just like everything else in the known universe.

I was a fan of the Roswell series when it was on TeeVee.  It lasted only three seasons (resurrected twice by fans who drowned the production company in tabasco sauce...) and had its ups and downs depending on who was writing - but the young actors in the series had chemistry such as rarely gets observed.  The Pilot and the first 5 episodes were probably where the show peaked, and after that it sometimes got gimmicky and appealed to folks looking for outlandish or outrageous anachronism or science untruth.  

For those who don't know, Roswell centered around the lives of four teenagers that had been foundlings at around the age of 6 and adopted in Roswell - and the four other teenagers who were schoolmates, playmates and soulmates some of the time - and the attempt by the first mentioned group to keep secret that while the looked like other kids, they were not at all like other kids, having been created from a mix of terrestrial people DNA and the DNA from elsewhere.  Sounds kinda uninteresting, but the relationships between the aliens and the natives were convoluted, and the analysis of what sorts of paranoia might rest in the aliens was well done, along with the interplay of the two species after the natives became aware of the secret of the others.  

In any event, the relationships were well done, the chemistry between the player pairs was so great that I've not seen the like before or since, and I could identify with one of the aliens - the alienation in school, the need to stay private - I've been there, and it is hard.

Anyhow, even before the show was taken off (and there was still enough interest that DVD's for all three seasons were released before the show had been gone for a year; and I own all 3 sets....) there were a large number of web sites collecting fiction written to the Roswell characters and legends - and there was an incredible load of it, and a surprising lot was really good.  Of course, some was absolute shit, and some was borderline pornography, but a surprising amount was very well crafted stuff, and over the years I have developed a list of writers whose every word I will read - as well as a list from whose stories I will run.

I check on some places several times throughout the day looking for new stuff from "my" writers, and have a pretty steady diet of new approaches to Roswell characters and circumstances, some of which might have allowed the series to run much longer.  The depth of understanding of the human condition that some of these writers have is amazing.  Many are young people, but many are not - the age spans high school to late 60's / early 70's - student, worker, retiree, retired military - everyone is in there writing for all they're worth.  

When I started reading this stuff, I had over 200 sites in my bookmarks.  Some have closed, some have gone static (nothing new, but site still there) but many still remain.  Most of my reading occurs over at RoswellFanatics.net - it is active with a good slate of good authors, and a large number  of finished stories.  Some of the writers are quick, some are not, and some never finish anything, so you take what you can get and enjoy the stuff that flows.  Right now my favorite writer over there calls himself GreyWolf and from what I gather, he's probably around my age, retired carreer Air Force officer, and pretty bright - and he really does his homework!

I have always been one to read, and read a couple of books a week, in addition to trade magazines, email and my beloved FanFic - but it is amazing how good a lot of what is out there is. Another site is FanFiction.net which has 3477 Roswell stories, and a huge number of other stories written around a couple of hundred show characters sets and stories.

If you like to read and are searching for new sources, google FanFiction and pick some places to try out.  It's cheaper than paperbacks, and you get the added treat of watching the story grow, and even of shaping it by your feedback to the writer.

Try it - just be advised it can become quite a large part of your day if you let it.

Monday, December 1, 2008

December 1, 2008

This day will never recur.

That will be a comfort to some, I am certain.  For me, so far it is not a bad sort of a day, coming off a four-day weekend that did not require that I work until Sunday afternoon, and  even then I could do whatever was needed sitting in my recliner in the living room with the office laptop on my lap, using a nice fast fiber connection to a VPN.  

I had thought I would get a motorcycle day in, but it was not to be.  Maybe this week or the coming weekend.

Christmas is 23 days away - I wonder if everyone is as ill-prepared as I am this year. Seems almost as if I decide in July to go shopping in October - and no sooner do I decide that than we're at Thanksgiving and I have no ideas whatever. 

Now, my wife and I have only been together for almost 41 years - you'd think by now I'd have some ideas.  It's easier to just hand out checks - but it's more fun to get something that surprises and delights.  Unfortunately that requires a lot of work and research - something I no longer have the patience for (if indeed I ever had the patience for it.)  What she needs is a week away without even me, but she won't take it.  I'm not quite so noble;  I'll take away time if I can get it.

I got my little tablet PC working last week and by the weekend it was hosed again.  Dunno what I did, but it surely does tick me off!  Maybe it is trying to tell me my fingers are too fat for a thin tablet PC.  This week, I'll reload it as I get the time, and see how long it lasts this time - if it goes to crap again in a week or two, I'll get rid of it.

Thanksgiving was lightly attended - my youngest brother was out of town and his son has a 12-hour shift (he's a cop); my kids were there except for Jamie, who called us on Thanksgiving day to tell us he had arrived in New Zealand safely, and promptly found a 200-meter tall building off of which to jump.  His mother really didn't need to hear that but he's OK, so there must have been parachutes, ziplines or cables involved that he neglected to mention. He just loves to light up his mom - and some days she's so easy to light up.  At any rate, he was not with us, but the rest of our kids (and their kids) were with us.  Usually there's someone from outside the family there, but this year we did not have anyone, at least until Sunday when middle daughter brought around her new boyfriend.  He seems to be nice enough.

The happenings in India made me angry and disappointed.  It was only made worse when I learned Sunday morning that one of the other tenors that sings with me in the choir that my wife leads had family in that hotel over there who were now newly dead. The world is a small place - about the farthest you can get from home is a 12 hour trip by large jet aircraft - and apparently that might not be far enough to escape some of the foolishness that there is around us in the world today.  It is a scarier place than the world in which I lived as a child.  I wasn't more than 9 or 10 and rode all over parts of Pittsburgh by myself on streetcars, and nobody thought it odd or unsafe.  We had no cell phones, and kids would leave home in the morning and not show up again until dinner, and nobody called out the searchers.  It seems that each new technological change that allows us more timely communication is accompanied by a social change that makes use of these abilities necessary for continuance of life - and somehow I don't think that that's what the folks who bring us these magical things have in mind when they first create them.   Vehicles do everything at least ten times better than they did in the 50's - yet we have lower speed limits.   Families no longer routinely have guns around to use for shooting targets or for fathers to use to impress safety on kids while they're instructed in appropriate and proper use - and yet we seem to be killing folks a whole lot faster.

Something has changed.  Now I do not mean to suggest that we go back to the good old days because i would be loathe to part with some of what those days have produced for us to make our lives better, easier, or more interesting - technology has done lots to improve my work experience and general life experience.  But it has also given the means to do without personal contact - and apparently because of that (at least in part) folks are not learning politeness and compassion as they once did - it is far too easy to remain isolated from human contact, to fail to learn politenesses and social rituals that make it possible for a bunch of disparate creatures such as we to exist side by side and to learn from our own otherness to tolerate and learn from those who are not the same as we are.  I do live my on-line banking - but I've never seen a branch of my bank, know nobody on the staff and haven't a clue who the branch manager is (if, indeed we still have such persons) and this may well not be  an improvement overall, as it narrows my circle of people that I know, and diminishes my opportunity for interpersonal contact and the learning that goes along with it. 

Of course, I may have it all wrong - but today I have less of a chance to encounter someone who'll disagree and guide me - unless someone who reads this is moved to leave me a note.  

Anyhow, the state of my world today is pretty good - the Prozac works, the office queen isn't making life hard (yet) and I'm looking forward to getting home this evening and getting some sleep.  Last night I stayed up too late watching a movie, and working on the Tablet PC trying to convince it to behave.  My reward was going to bed after 3 AM saying something like "I gotta quit doing this!" 

I'm listening to a GotRadio shoutcast of piano music - very nice.  Maybe tonight I'll remember to get the Skype toys out and set up our household for videophone to Australasia, for the next time our son calls.

Happy Monday.