Landwater Conversion

No weekend. Spent almost every waking hour at landwater doing the Mac conversion. No matter what, you can never plan for all the unforseen details that come up in a job like this. Estimated 12 hours, put in almost 30, plus six more this afternoon. Machines that attach themselves mysteriously to the wrong DHCP server and drop off the network. Misplaced router password. PCL printer without Mac compatibility, which had to be replaced (gimp-print got us almost, but not quite there). What do about the fact that Office X doesn’t ship with a WordPerfect converter while they still have a lot of old WP docs around? Envelope printing is misaligned, why? Why won’t this AirPort base station let me configure it? Why isn’t this shell script (backup) running via crontab? (Mac vs. Unix line endings).

And so on, and so on, and so on. It’s always that way, always a million unforseen details. And then there’s training. And documentation. And figuring out a replacement for myself in case Amy goes into labor during the conversion. And etc. We’re mostly squared away now, just a few more bits and pieces. iChat is turning out to be a really great remote support tool, who woulda thunk.

Mekons

Dinner and music with Mike, then off to the Starry Plough with him and Roger to see The Mekons, still Mekons after 25 years, without fading and then re-appearing, or having to “get the band back together” or any of that nonsense, they’ve just always been, though I had never seen them …. raising the question, “What if Donovan and the Clash fell in love and got married and had a baby, would it be The Mekons?” … Which raises the question, “What year will it be when you flip to the oldies station on the radio and hear punk rock?” And so a very worth-it night, shredding raw guitar with violin and accordion, sense of humor and also some shredding raw politics. Sally Tims, she has a strange allure.

Imminence Front

… and as I prattle on about irrational consumption and web technologies, Amy inches ever closer toward the big day. Sept. 17 is the “official” date, but she’s full-term as of a few days ago – the baby could come at any time and be perfectly healthy.

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We’ve scrambled the past few months to get everything in order – baby room put together, crib bought and built, little dresser, diaper service lined up, bottles and ointments and onesies and smoke alarm and all the million little details. Eight weeks of birthing classes and heads filled with a thousand factoids. Breathing practice and birth plan written and ready…

But it’s all just logistics, nothing more. I don’t feel ready. I don’t know if you can ever be ready. It’s all just a gigantic question mark. So many expectations, and yet no expectations. I lay awake at night wondering, a bit freaked out. Everyone warns us to get our sleep while we can, but I’m having trouble sleeping. There’s too much big stuff around the corner.

Amy had her last day at work yesterday. She’s now officially a stay-at-home mom. And yesterday she said that her lower spine felt wiggly, which made me remember something from our class – in the last few days or weeks, prostaglandin starts to flow into the bones and joints, softening them, and loosening the joints. A jelly-like feeling is common just before birth. We’re almost there. Almost there. Any day now I’m going to get a call at work and that’s going to be it. And everything changes.

Fake Ticket

My post Live Larger, Drive Smaller from a few days ago has drawn some very thoughtful responses. An anonymous interlocutor charges me with inexcusable vandalism for advocating the bumper sticker idea, and I answer flippantly that SUV ownership is a far more destructive form of vandalism; the stickers are easily justified. However, s/he has a point that vandalism is vandalism and that two wrongs don’t make a right.

Arakasi makes the point that a discussion with the SUV-owning neighbor would be more fruitful than a bumper sticker, and he’s probably right — if it didn’t turn into an argument.

But who’s got the cojones to face what would probably turn out to be an ugly confrontation and one-way passport to a bad relationship with your neighbor? So maybe this fake ticket (PDF) you can put under someone’s windshield is a better solution. It conveys the anti-SUV argument much more cogently than the bumper sticker, does a better job of making the recipient think, and is non-vandalistic.

I find myself becoming more vehemently anti-car with every passing day. In part, I’m sure it’s because I see the way car drivers treat bicyclists every day, like they don’t exist and don’t matter — a car will pull out in front of a bike without a 2nd glance just because they can, because we’re not big enough to run them down. It’s astounding. I find myself resenting cars for destroying the flow of the world, for clogging everything, everywhere. It’s a bit of an overly emotional reaction, I know, but it’s how I feel — that cars are one of our culture’s greatest problems, and I feel frustrated that there seems to be so little recognition of this fact, which seems plain and obvious. Just look around – cars own almost everything you see outdoors in the city.

I used to feel like over-population was the single largest threat to humanity, and that all of our other problems flow from overpopulation. I no longer feel quite that black and white about it – overconsumption and disregard for the shared property of the environment easily contribute as much toward our trajectory down the destructive spiral. Population issues are magnified and exacerbated by irrational consumption.

Switching from a car to an SUV for one year wastes as much energy as leaving your refrigerator door open for six years. As Americans / Westerners, we all consume much more than people in the 2nd and 3rd worlds, and Americans consume much more than Europeans. But what steams me the most is totally avoidable consumption – people who accept bags at the store even when they buy only a few items, people who don’t recycle, people who own SUVs without justification, people who drive when their destination is less than a few miles and they don’t have kids or other things to haul… so much consumption is irrational and totally avoidable.

Dutch archaeologists are uncovering many of the objects seen in Heironymus Bosch’s surreal art.

Capiz Shell Console

A few weeks ago, went down to Morro Bay to pick up a 1950s capiz shell stereo console / cabinet I inherited from my grandmother, who recently went to live in a home. Forgot to write about that trip – went via Amtrak, enjoyable but slow, and also picked up a nursing rocker from my mother – her favorite one, she’s sacrificing for the baba, so sweet. The console originally belonged to my dad, who bought it before he was married. I’ve always loved it, was fascinated by the shells as a child, and it was an honor to be asked to take it over. I also wanted to get all my stereo gear out of reach of the baba, and to (finally) get all of my records out of tacky wooden crates.

The built-in speakers sound pretty bad, not worth saving, wanted to use the cabinets to store LPs, so yesterday started ripping the old speakers out. Like opening King Tut’s tomb – cracked open the wood and the “Hi Fi” lettering hit me square on from gold foil stickers. “Roger Charles III, Custom Construction.”

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The speakers hadn’t seen the light of day for 50 years, and were perfectly preserved. What really amazed me was that the wood inside the cabinets was finished to a polish just like the outside, even though it was never meant to be seen by anyone. They don’t do things like that anymore.

Also had to remove the turntable from the center section (not original), then scour all – starting to smell musty. Let the whole thing dry in the sun all day today – hot. This afternoon, extra long bike ride through Oakland hills, then came back to finish the job as the sun set.

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The inside height of the cabinets was 24.5″, barely enough room for two layers of LPs, so will have to use a plexiglass separator between layers rather than real shelf, as planned. Also didn’t count on the fact that two of my components have rack mount face plates, which makes them too wide for the center area. They had to go on top for now – will probably just run them faceless eventually and put all inside. Also had to take one of the speakers off its stand and put on top of the console, which sucks, since it’ll send vibrations right into the turntable. Argh. Only one solution – buy a house. But no room to do it any other way for now.


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My grandfather cracked the marble in the 60s by dropping a hammer on it after hanging a picture. Shame about that. Anyway, this looks so much better than it did with the wooden crates and all the components all over the damn place. Amy’s psyched about it too, and it’s one tiny corner of the house that’s now partially childproofed – just need some of those inside-door latches.

Skullport

So everything has arrived from Apple for the big landwater changeover – 2 iMacs, AirPort cards, Office X boxes, external FireWire Orb drive, Quicken, AppleCare packets, StudioDisplay. The dual G4 is in shipment now.

That means the only piece that hasn’t shipped is the AirPort base station. I just found a box under the chair in the living room that looked like it might be the right size.

Me to wife: “What’s in this box under the chair?”

Wife to me: “That antique human skull we were going to give to Mike.”

Me to wife: “I wonder if I could substitute it for an AirPort base station.”

Live Larger, Drive Smaller

Cat amusement by laser has been patented since 1995 (thanks baald).

I’m changing the planet, ask me how!.

Which reminds me, I heard on Click and Clack (The Tappet Brothers) last Sunday that they’re running an anti-SUV info campaign. I respect that they have the cajones to take a stand from their position of respect and authority and media prominence. Way too rare. What rocks even more is that rather than just pointing to problems, they’re suggesting genuine, practical alternatives.

I really love Mozilla 1.1 and switched to it as a default browser the other day. But no matter what I do, it won’t seem to remember that I’m logged into LiveJournal, which makes commenting on other journals a big pain. It drops cookies all over the place. This is almost but not quite a showstopper. Next morning… scratch that, just switched back to IE. One more rev and Mozilla should be there. I like a lot of other things about it – tabbed browsing is wonderful once you get the hang of it.

iTunes Needs Ogg

Caught this at /. yesterday : Fraunhoffer and co. have always charged for MP3 encoders, but have now changed their licensing terms so that MP3 decoders will now cost implementers .75 each. Red Hat has already pulled all MP3 decoders from their distro. This is going to be a big boost to Ogg-Vorbis. But does iTunes support OGG? Nooo… I suggest that people who care about this drop a note to Apple letting them know you want OGG support in iTunes.

Emmett Plant of the Ogg-Vorbis team has written a letter to Fraunhoffer thanking them for boosting the Ogg technology’s chances of wider adoption.

And what can we learn from this? Nets made by spiders fed on drug-dosed flies