Archive for the ‘It’s all about me’ Category

Not much to show after thirty years

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

I was going through boxes in the garage the other day, looking for things to fill the bookcases I recently assembled, when I came across the October 1979 issue of Dr. Dobb’s Journal of Computer Calisthenics & Orthodontia. The magazine is now known as “Dr. Dobb’s,” but things back then were a little looser, with many companies having fanciful names – among the others I recall are Pickles & Trout, Parasitic Engineering, and Brown Dog Engineering, and Infoworld was once known as the Silicon Gulch Gazette. I used to work for a word processor company called NBI. Management claimed that it stood for “Nothing But Initials,” but I’ve seen one of the company’s original business cards, and its original name was Necton Bylennium, Inc. As an aside, I read about a man in California who was starting a computer consultancy back in the early 1980s who had trouble coming up with a business name that contained “computer” or “data” that wasn’t already being used, so he ended up naming his business “Solfan Industries,” with “Solfan” being an initialism for “Sick Of Looking For A Name.”

In any case, that issue of DDJ contains an article which is almost my sole publication to date in the computer field, apart from a letter to the editor in an old Apple II user group publication, a program distributed by the same user group, and a caption in one of the E.E. Times‘ Immortal Works competitions. Not a lot of output for thirty years, is it? Ah, well, something is better than nothing, and it’s not as though I haven’t been doing other things in the meantime.

Another hobby to occupy me

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

I’ve wanted to do luthiery for a few years. I’ve built one kit ukulele, which was fun, but didn’t come out as nicely as I’d like. I’m not doing anything currently, but I’d like to get more involved in building instruments. Among other things, I have a broken Kamaka soprano ukulele I was given by a friend that I’d like to repair.

I ran across Kathy Matsushita’s amateur luthiery page some years ago, then lost the link. I found it again recently, and there are some new things on it.

Another option is classes; at least one of the local luthiers has run classes in which you build a guitar from scratch over the course of a few months. Too bad I can’t afford to do that.

Did you miss me?

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

I’m back from a week at Yellowstone. Got a few hundred photos to sort through, including a bunch of wildlife photos. I’ve got a couple of a coyote trotting across the outflow of the Grand Prismatic Spring that I think are pretty good. We saw a lot of wildlife: hawks, eagles, cranes, bison, elk, pika, marmot, mountain goat, and so on.

Anyway, I have links, some that have been hanging around since before we left, so I’m just going to cram them all in here.

These people make a musical instrument I want. It looks pretty easy to use, and more versatile than shown in this video. It’s apparently not available yet, though. As an aside, the Gundam statue in the background was used as the site of a Gundam-themed wedding.

The Guitar Guy has a lot of chords and lyrics available.

I love this photo. The vacuum cleaner just adds the undefinable “touch” to the scene. I’d love to know more about what happened.

I fixed this dish before the trip. It goes onto the list of keepers.

Prior to the trip, one of the local groceries had corn on sale, ten ears per dollar. I’ve got a bunch hung up in the basement drying as the first step in this recipe.

Madison, WI, is now on my list of places that might be worth visiting.

I wonder if the kid will get his sword back? I suspect the local burglars may try to avoid him in future, though. Presuming, of course, that they’re smart enough, aware enough, and not strung out at the time.

I’ll have to watch some of these lectures; I’ve always been interested in learning to program in LISP.


Norman Borlaug
has died. Shannon Love has a nice post about him.

Speaking of Shannon Love, I like her take on the ACORN child prostitution mess.

That’s all for now.

Another reason to like August

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

This year, it marks the 50th anniversary of the hovercraft.

I’ve long been interested in hovercraft: when I was a young boy, I put together a plastic model of the SRN-1. When I was in high school, I wanted to build a Yellow Jacket. Never did, though. I’ve seen Courtney Willis (scroll down) demonstrate a simple hovercraft built with a shop-vac and a large piece of plywood and said, “I could do that … but I don’t have the room.” I see the hovercraft toys available now and think, “Where were these when I was a kid?”

You know, the human-powered hovercraft at the first link looks interesting, although I didn’t see how it was steered. I wonder …

My blood runs cold

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

My memory has just been sold.

My last duty station in the Navy was Antigua. I should see if I still have my map of the island anywhere. Antigua wasn’t as lush as some of the other islands, but it was still an interesting place to be. You know, it’s too bad nobody had a Mackeson at the beer summit – it would have given me another silly Obama-Antigua link. Mackeson had a series of brief, somewhat suggestive radio ads playing when I was stationed there, and I still recall one of them: imagine a sultry female voice with a Caribbean accent saying, “Men, drink Mackeson. My man gets some every day.”

Ah, they don’t make ’em like that, anymore.

Allergic to your cat?

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

Have you tried drugging it?

Robert Heinlein loved cats, and, if I’m remembering correctly something I read many years ago, actually built a separate guest house on his property so his friends who were allergic to them could come and visit. Not an option for most of us.

Actually, I’ve read that if you give your cat a bath every 7-10 days, it keeps the dander down enough that it won’t affect most people with allergic reactions to them. Bathing the cat is usually the problem, although my cat has never given me much trouble with that. Not that I bathe her often, or that she cares for it when I do – she just doesn’t go into full-out Tasmanian Devil mode. When I do give her a bath, it’s usually in the summer, anyway, to avoid her catching a chill. I used to live in a house that had one room that had its own heater, which made it possible to keep the cat there until she dried.

I’ve known a number of people with mild to allegedly severe cat allergies, at least one of whom has several cats. I say “allegedly” in the previous sentence because I’ve known two types of people who claimed severe cat allergies: the type who avoided cats completely (as far as I could tell), and the type who didn’t seem to have any problems until they were aware that a cat was nearby.

I don’t doubt that there are people with severe allergic reactions to cats, it’s just that about half the people I’ve known who claimed them appeared to dislike cats to a greater extent than they showed allergic reactions.

My own allergies are to penicillin, which isn’t used much anymore because too many bugs have developed resistance to it, and some sort of seasonal allergy. I’ve never bothered to figure out what the seasonal allergy is, because it seemed like too much trouble. I did ask my father once, because he had seasonal allergies, also. I asked him about 20 years ago, when I first realized that what I had wasn’t just the occasional spring/summer cold. Prior to that, it hadn’t been regular enough for me to realize it was allergies.

When I asked, his response was that he was allergic to nothing. “Come on, Dad! Every spring you’re downing Sudafed for weeks at a time! What’s that for?” I replied. He told me he’d been tested for everything the doctors could think of, and he hadn’t responded to anything, so he must be allergic to “nothing.” I left it there; my allergies are much milder than his were, so presuming that I’m allergic to the same thing he was made it unlikely I’d find out anything useful.

In any case, I thought it was interesting that you could deal with a cat allergy not by taking drugs yourself, but by drugging the cat. It makes sense, but it also means that, although you could keep a cat yourself, your friends with cats are unlikely to put them on a drug regime just so you can visit without allergic reaction.

Minor Peeve

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

One thing that bothers me when I surf the internet: websites that have rollover advertisements and menus that pop up and cover what you’re looking at, particularly the ones that stay in their maximized form even when the mouse pointer is no longer over them. Navigating the web page to read it and/or follow links then becomes a matter of threading the mouse pointer between all of the active areas.

Don’t they ever do usability testing? Or don’t they care?

“Fast-twitch” games are not my forté

Tuesday, May 19th, 2009

Back when I still owned a Dreamcast, I remember an occasion when a twelve-year-old boy beat me at Soul Caliber. He said it was the first time he’d played the game. I’m not sure I believe him.

It seems that someone else is willing to own up to not being good at that type of game. The cartoon is dead on as to the effect pushing buttons has for me, and I find that I quite agree with the philosophy expressed in the last paragraph.

Oh, boy!

Monday, May 11th, 2009

Am I ever going to Hell!

Abuse

Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

I’m not talking about anything serious here, it’s just an overarching theme for the post. As usual, click any picture for a larger version.

First, we have my car. Last Thursday morning, I went out to brush the snow off and found that someone had abused it like this:

Bashed Car

I have my suspicions about how it happened, but no proof. As it happens, there’s a soap opera occurring between the neighbor whom I suspect was the culprit (and who came to my door Monday at lunch to say, “I saw the damage on your car. I can fix that for you cheap.”) and the people who are renting the house to them. Well … not to them, actually, which is part of the soap opera, but I’m not going to get into that any further.

Second, we have what I suspect is a practical joke. At least, I hope someone is abusing the EZ Mart. Maybe Peter is abusing the EZ Mart, or perhaps he’s being abused, as well. The alternatives are that it’s a real promotion (which means somebody involved with it is stupid), or that it’s a coded message. Look at the advertisement in the center column that ends just above the purple area to its left.

FreeTissueAd

Next, we have self-abuse, of a different and creepy sort.

I’m not sure who’s being abused here, but I’m sure somebody’s gotta be.

Finally, we have food abuse, or abusive food, or a food fight – or maybe it’s just a typo:

SlapRibs