At this point in time….

Today was a big retirement day at work; a guy down the hall retired (he’d been counting down the days on his door for a while, down to small fractions earlier this week), as did a long-time colleague from the Computing Facility — she spent her last week getting a dozen or so new printers installed, though she did finish up in time for a nice going-away cake this afternoon. And one of Diane’s co-workers at the Silicon Valley Lab also retired today; he’s been telecommuting for a bit but will still be missed.

On a slightly different note, I’ve discovered a problem with lifetime subscriptions. Usually, when you subscribe to a magazine, it takes a few weeks for them to start the subscription, and it starts with whatever issue is current when they get around to it. No problem, because they’ll send you the full number of issues, and so I’ll get an issue or two after your subscription has actually expired. But with a lifetime subscription, the issues you miss at the beginning of the subscription never get made up. Sure, the publisher will probably keep sending the magazine for a while after you expire, but that doesn’t really do you much good, does it?

We ordered a pile of toys from eToys back on the 14th, and they finally delivered the last box of goodies today. Luckily, this box didn’t have anything that we had to have any time soon — it’s all stuff to have in reserve for upcoming parties so we don’t have to run to ToysRUs at the last minute. Jeffrey’s birthday present arrived in one of the earlier shipments — I’m glad eToys didn’t really mean it when they said it was out-of-stock ten days after I’d placed the order.

Tomorrow’s Jeffrey’s birthday; I suspect he’ll be easy to get moving tomorrow morning!

Seven days without blogging makes one week

Hmmm…seems to me I’ve read a slogan much like that before, but with other words instead of “blogging”.

At any rate, life has been pleasantly busy for the past week; I didn’t even know about the ETP outage until it was over (and I’d like to add my vote of thanks to Dave and Userland for making this weblog possible and easy, if not strictly necessary). It looks like we’ll continue busy for the forseeable future, too, but I do hope to check in here more regularly again.

Right now, there are four projects getting my attention; in no particular order, they are: closing the books on 2000 and doing my taxes (joy, joy…); planning our trip to Las Vegas (we need to pick a hotel soon); working on my first Sash application in time to enter it into our departmental contest in two weeks; and helping Jeffrey do his 5th grade state report on Minnesota.

For the last one, I’m the designated technology consultant and Internet search specialist — I even have a trophy attesting to my skill at Internet searching, earned at the First Internet Bowl at Internet World in Boston in 1995 (see this press clipping or repeat this Google search if you don’t believe me, though I can’t find any pictures of the trophy, which is in the trophy case at work). But Jeffrey still has to do the work, and he’s none too thrilled about that!

Viva Las Vegas?

We’re thinking of going to Las Vegas during a school vacation in a few weeks; anyone with knowledgeable opinions (or just plain strong opinions) on the chances of finding fun things for an eleven-year-old boy to do there for three or days is welcome to chime in, either by e-mail or in the discussion group. Thanks!

A computer-free weekend, thanks to IBM

It’s been a few days since I’ve flipped my page, and it’s not because of power problems here in California. So far, we haven’t been directly affected by those, though I dread seeing my next month’s PG&E bill, especially the gas side of the bill.

Instead, we spent a computer-free weekend, thanks to IBM. More specifically, thanks to IMS. Diane works on tools to support IMS development, and so she was invited to the IMS Version 7 celebration on Saturday night at the Monterey Bay Aquarium. And since the celebration ran till midnight, they also provided a room at the Doubletree Hotel in Monterey. And they even let her bring me as a guest!

A good time was had by all (or at least by us); Jeffrey spent the night at a friend’s house, and he liked that, too. But by the time we got home on Sunday and caught up with errands and the newspaper, I didn’t feel like turning on the computer. Instead, we talked and watched part of The Six Wives of Henry VIII, which was a better use of our time.

I also finished The Amber Spyglass, the third and final volume in the His Dark Materials trilogy. I had a hard time putting it down to go to Monterey, but I did — and then as soon as we got home on Sunday, I sat down and finished the book. I strongly recommend it — but, even though it’s billed as a children’s book, I wouldn’t recommend it for a pre-teenager.

Now to read what all of you have written over the past few days….

Outage Block 50

PG&E has updated their web site to indicate that “if no outage block appears on your bill, you are in outage block 50.” They also say that outage blocks are subject to change without notice due to operational conditions.

Or, to put it another way, the lights may yet go out at home.

Diane Reese notes that:

They do say on the PG&E webpage that if no other designator appears on your bill, you are in Outage Block 50. Wonder if that means “a protected block, wherever it might happen to occur”? If so, we’re in one, too (but Charlie’s office is not).

I would swear that the bit about Outage Block 50 wasn’t on the PG&E web page on Tuesday (nor the part about outage blocks being changeable on short notice), but it’s certainly there now. My suspicion is that there were complaints about people not being in any outage block (yesterday I heard a KCBS reporter telling the audience how to find the outage block notation on their bill and commenting that “if you don’t see one listed, you’re money!”), so they invented Outage Block 50. But if the rolling blackouts go from block 1 to block 14 and then restart, block 50 may not be affected directly.

Location, Location, Location

It’s ironic. We’ve always had frequent power outages at our house — sometimes, it’s because the weather is too dry, sometimes because it’s wet, and sometimes because a car crashed into a pole a few blocks away.

But now that California is suffering through rotating power outages due to the amazingly screwed-up deregulation of the electric industry (and a lot of greed), I’ve discovered that we picked a very good location after all.

The PG&E service area is divided into 14 “outage blocks”. To find out what outage block you’re in, you look at your PG&E bill. When they need to shed load from the grid, each block is taken offline for an hour or so, to spread the misery.
But, for obvious reasons, they don’t want to turn off power to fire, police, or hospitals. And so, if you happen to share a circuit with a priority customer, you may not be in any outage block — and that appears to be the case for us, since there’s no indication of an outage block on our bill.

That doesn’t, of course, excuse us from saving energy — if the system is strained enough, unscheduled outages will follow, and that would be bad news. But it does mean I don’t have to worry about having the alarm not ring tomorrow morning.

I even did my part to help save energy at work today; not only did I turn off my computer when I left for the day, but I also defrosted my refrigerator (as a byproduct of turning it off — I decided that I didn’t need to run it to keep three bottles of water cold, at least not this week).

3000 square feet – that's a lot?

This afternoon, while Jeffrey was at a birthday party, Diane and I walked down the street to see some new homes near us. They’re two-story houses, with OK kitchens and 9-foot ceilings. The smallest house is 1471 square feet and goes for a bit over $500,000; the next is 1700 square feet and goes for about $640,000; and the biggest model is 2005 square feet and goes for $740,000. All of the houses are on the same-sized lot — 3000 square feet (which is about the footprint of my brother’s house!), and there might be a good four feet between the houses.

They put the houses on the market last week, and they’ve already sold five of fifteen (and not all are available yet). I think this is just insane…oh, by the way, the houses are on a busy corner, with a bus stop right below one house’s bedroom window. I am very glad I’m not trying to get into this housing market; I don’t know how people can afford to move into the area.

It’s an ill market collapse that blows no good

In case you don’t know, eToys is having a big clearance sale (I’m afraid it’s in preparation for going out of business). We took advantage of it to buy toys for just about all of the birthday parties Jeffrey will be attending for the rest of this year — stuff from “Uniquely eToys” is especially well priced. Get yours while you can!


I, too, took the quiz (link via Backup Brain via Susan), and I got all 20 right. Not only am I over 40, but I retain useless information beyond all belief!

Live, from the wilds of the Pennsylvania Poconos

I’m at my group’s twice-yearly planning meeting, held at my boss’s summer cottage on Lake Wallenpaupack, in the Poconos. It’s a lovely area, but broadband is not available yet, so at every break, the dozen or so of us compete frantically for the two available phone lines so we can connect up to the network. And half the time, someone plugs into a line in use, blowing the session away.

This year, though, life is better. We’re still restricted to a phone line, but we’ve got a wireless LAN set up and are sharing a single dialup line seamlessly. It’s still slow, but it’s much better than any previous meeting. The real test will come tomorrow, when we should be paying attention to each other instead of our computers!

The other problem, of course, is that this is a summer resort area; facilities are a bit light during the winter (the hotel doesn’t serve breakfast during the winter, for example). And the roads in the development don’t get paved…and my winter driving skills are limited, to say the least. So far, so good, though — there’s no fresh snow arriving, and what’s on the ground is well packed.

On the road again

Well, I made it through a full week of the new millennium without getting on an airplane, but my streak ended today, and this very brief entry comes to you from the Newark Airport Hilton in Elizabeth, New Jersey. I was lucky and got here early enough to be able to use the exercise room before they closed it at 10 (to be fair, it’s a staffed fitness center and pool, so it would cost them money to keep it open longer), so I’m reasonably happy (I seem to be getting hooked on endorphins again, and I am not looking forward to the next few days, where I won’t have access to any exercise equipment — and I don’t have clothing suitable for running in the cold weather here).

I’ll be in the Poconos the rest of the week; it’ll be a winter wonderland, I’m sure. But I didn’t bring my camera, so you’ll have to take my word for it — as it is, I’ve already seen plenty of snow here, but at least it was neatly piled up instead of coming out of the sky.

Not much of a sales tool….


Enjoying science fiction requires a certain suspension of disbelief — after all, wouldn’t you think that people on the Enterprise would notice that wearing red was a death sentence?

But this movie snapped my suspenders of disbelief in the first two minutes, when Annie (Kate Capshaw) doesn’t get chosen for a mission and, therefore, has to go play nursemaid at Space Camp. And it went downhill from there, with one of the low points being the introduction of Jinx, the robot who talks like E. T. (remember, this movie is set in 1986 or so, and last I looked, we didn’t have any autonomous talking robots then). I could go on and on, but why bother — suffice it to say that the plot had enough holes to blast a space shuttle through, and that the acting wasn’t much better.

And it didn’t make Jeffrey any more interested in Space Camp than before; probably less, in fact. Oh, well, so much for grand schemes.

The last of the lox

As is our custom (boy, that sounds pretentious!), we had a New Year’s Day brunch for our Havurah. I like lox and bagels, so we always buy a bunch of each for the brunch — and we usually have some left over. This year, I guess I overestimated the demand more than usual, because there were two dozen bagels left as well as most of a pound package of lox (thank you, Trader Joe’s, for making it affordable!). So I’ve been having lox every day for lunch, and today, I finished it off. I won’t say that it was too much lox, but I won’t mind skipping a few days, either.

We have a quiet weekend planned — we’re coordinating the Oneg Shabbat at Temple this evening, then going to Torah study and services tomorrow morning. The Kids’ Youth Group has an ice skating event on Sunday, and Jeffrey’s going; I’m not.

Shabbat Shalom!

All written out for the night

I decided to practice self-discipline tonight and work on the Temple bulletin before flipping my page. Much to my surprise, editing other people’s writing has burnt out my writing need for tonight, so this is going to be a very short entry.

Today at work, a colleague asked me why I update my ‘blog faithfully (even if it’s not always daily, unlike some truly dedicated folks). I had to think about it for a bit, but in the end, my answer was rather selfish — I write for me.

Usually, it’s just to get something off my chest (I could talk about today’s travel agent experience, but let’s just leave that one alone), but sometimes, the mere act of writing here helps me clarify issues in my mind.

At other times, I write to remember — that’s the purpose of my “Wine of the Day” entries; we don’t have wine all the time, not by any means, and until I started keeping track here, I’d forget what we’d drunk and how we liked it (and it wasn’t due to the quantity of alcohol!).

Occasionally, I write to recommend (or warn), though I haven’t done that for a while (the ARRL License Manuals aren’t exactly “Book of the Day” material, though they were very helpful to me).

Once in a while, I even have a story to tell or pictures to share.

I’m delighted when other people enjoy what I’ve written (I find the data on my referers page interesting, as is the info I gather from the Site Meter report), and feedback in the discussion area is always welcome.

And parts of my far-flung family read this ‘blog regularly, saving me postage (just kidding, Mom!).

But in the final analysis, I write here because I enjoy doing so, and I am grateful to Dave and Userland for giving me the opportunity to so.

And for tonight, that’s about all the enjoyment I need on this front. Time to get up from the keyboard for the evening!

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We’ve also continued on our movie-watching streak, which will come to an abrupt end when Jeffrey starts getting homework again. Last night, we saw High Noon — now I want to watch Outland and Blazing Saddles again. And we also finally got around to seeing Wrongfully Accused (hey, it was the best DVD I could find at the nearby Blockbuster, and I had coupons to use up!). I was pleased to find that not all Blockbusters have as bad a selection of DVDs than the two closest to me, but I wish there were some decent rental places nearby. Laserland has a good selection, but has short rental periods, so it’s hard for us to see a movie without paying overtime fees.

We watched several more Iron Chef episodes on New Year’s Day; it’s much nicer with subtitling and dubbing (I’m glad they subtitle Kaga instead of dubbing him, though) than it was trying to figure it out without such aids.

Oops…plumbing problems to take care of…more later, maybe….

I dunno what happened — Diane came in and said that there was water all over the bathroom floor. It seems to have come from the toilet, but it stopped when she jiggled the handle. So I adjusted the water level (we have 3.5-gallon toilets with weird mechanisms; I don’t want to have to replace them with 1.6-gallon units with even weirder innards until I have to!) and we’ll see what that does.

And just so the plumbing doesn’t feel superior, the oldest computer has started to act funny, too. We tried to shut it down, and it got as far as blanking the display in preparation for showing the “Please wait for Windows to shut down” screen…but never quite got there. A jab at the reset button brought it back up, and this time it shut down cleanly. But it’s been getting more and more blue screens of death lately; perhaps it’s trying to tell me that BillG needs more money?

Happy New Millennium

Not much has happened since I last posted, a millennium ago — we’re watching fireworks on TV. It is nice to see live coverage of New Year’s in the Pacific time zone instead of just seeing three-hour-old replays of Times Square.

I’m already getting tired of the references to 2001: A Space Odyssey; last year, of course, was Y2K, and 1999 had its share of implications as well (Space 1999 comes to mind, as does the Prince song (though I’ve never actually heard it)). I can’t think of anything associated with 2002, so that’s something to look forward to (already!).