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April 26, 2005

Flickr'n

I went a bit crazy with Flickr today and uploaded a ton of stuff that has been gathering dust in iPhoto -- mainly old photo albums that show the kids when they were younger. It's bittersweet -- Bonnie said she wishes we had more video of the kids when they were younger (in truth, I've never been much into family movies, so it's a bit lost on me -- I barely even use iMovie and iDVD). Some of the pictures are lower-res than I would have liked, but there's a lot of cool stuff in there.

One of the coolest Flickr features that I've been making use of lately is moblogging -- I have a camera built in to my phone. It's a simple lens and it only takes a 640 x 480 image, but it does take a pretty decent picture, at least in full light. I've been using it occasionally when I'm out with the kids. So far I've uploaded just shy of a dozen pics that I've grabbed from my phone. Flickr makes it dead simple -- you're assigned an e-mail address to use, and when you send images to that address, Flickr automatically tags them and catalogs them.

Unfortunately, it seems my mail service through my cell service provider (Verizon Wireless) is less than 100 percent reliable -- I tried several times to send this picture this afternoon, and while my phone said the picture was sent successfully, it never showed up. Finally, this evening, it showed up after I sent it again.

The other problem I've come up against is typing with my thumbs. Flickr makes it really simple to moblog: Your subject line is the title of the image, and the body of your message is used as the picture's description. But trying to type a subject and description using the numeric keypad on a phone is a pain in the ass. One day Verizon Wireless will carry a phone with a QWERTY keyboard that I'll want to use, but until then, I'll make do with what I have.

April 25, 2005

Another WTF moment

There are an increasing number of TV ads that just disturb the hell out of me when I see them, because they're using music I never envisioned to shill anything on TV.

"Lust for Life" by Iggy Pop, being used to plug Royal Caribbean cruises was definitely one of the first. Nissan's use of The Smiths' "How Soon is Now" to sell its cars was another. "Pictures of You" by The Cure, which HP used to sell its camera products, almost made sense, if you can get past the fact that it's a heartbreakingly melancholy song about love and loss.

But right around the time Fidelity started using "Der Komissar" by Falco to pimp IRA funds is where it got really weird.

Then this weekend Bonnie and I were watching TV when I saw an ad for Levi's Dockers. And what's playing? "This Is the Day" by The The.

Okay, now that's just wrong.

April 24, 2005

Caught between a rock and a hard place

An interesting and somewhat depressing article in today's New York Times about Amtrak and the Acela, Amtrak's high-speed train service that runs (or more specifically, ran) between Washington, DC and Boston, Mass.

Executive summary: Amtrak had, in the mid-90s, counted on the Acela line to make it money. It hasn't, and the reasons why are myriad, but government bureaucracy, poor planning, bad design and mismanagement are three major factors.

I'm a big believer in high-speed rail, but I've never traveled in Europe or Japan so I've nothing to compare my experience on the Acela. But it's patently obvious from the moment you step in any railroad station that Amtrak services that the company is caught between a rock and a hard place. It's a government-subsidized business expected to run as a profitable organization. But the government doesn't give Amtrak the freedom it needs to be profitable, and the government doesn't give Amtrak enough funding to offer the service it's expected -- in fact, mandated -- to provide. What you're left with is the worst of both worlds.

It's obviously not a problem with a simple solution. Amtrak is up against airlines, which have over the past four years proven almost incapable of working without government bailouts themselves, and an automobile-dependent culture that's in a such spread-out geography that developing cohesive and efficient public transportation is almost an impossibility except in the most densely populated urban areas.

One way or t'other, I hope the Acela will continue well into the future. Some of the most beautiful scenery you'll see in the United States, big, comfortable seats, AC jacks at each seat location. If you're commuting between New York and Boston, or New York and Washington, it's a terrific way to work while you travel that won't make you feel like a sardine, and it's a hell of a lot more elegant than a Chinatown bus.

Mulching

This was a good weekend for yardwork. Outside of some rain on Saturday night and some drizzle this morning, the weather was reasonably mild. On Saturday I laid down another 12 square feet of cedar mulch underneath the holly tree in the front yard (for a total of 24 square feet since last week). The holly tree, which is huge, now has a nice ring of mulch underneath it, but it's still only an inch or two deep.

I also put down a bag of turf builder (on the old lawn only, not the new stuff growing over the loam that was spread after the water pipe was installed) in time for the rain on Saturday night. So it's been a reasonably busy weekend on the home front. The net result, though, is a nice healthy-looking yard.

Come next spring, I'd like to do some more landscaping with mulch. Specifically, I'd like to lay down a few yards of red mulch next to the driveway to build up some contour in the yard and some contrast to the pine and cedar much that's now in the shrubbery near the house and under the holly tree. I figure I'll edge the lawn at the same time to help provide some definition.

I also need to remind myself at some point soon (as in, before the summer hits) to get a couple of yards of pine chips (not mulch) delivered to spread around and under the kids' playset; give them something soft to land on underneath the swings, and something I don't have to mow or weed. As it stands now they've dug deep grooves in the topsoil underneath the playset from skidding their sneakers on the ground as they swing. The folks who we got the playset from advised us to lay down the chips, but I'm a master procrastinator and never took their advice. But, better late than never...

April 22, 2005

Best. Slogan. Ever.

The ad company that handles Chattem Inc.'s Aspercreme ought to get some sort of award this year.

Their new slogan for the analgesic rub: "You bet your sweet Aspercreme."

Is the effect cumulative?

Email destroys the mind faster than marijuana - study

I'm curious -- what happens if you smoke pot then read your e-mail?

April 21, 2005

There are patterns here

Dow Surges, Ends Up 206 on Strong Earnings

and

Ben Affleck, Jennifer Garner Said Engaged

Coincidence?

Outsourcing boondoggle

Interesting article in Network World Fusion: Deloitte Consulting claims that big companies are finally getting some religion when it comes to outsourcing.

Apparently the survey found that 70 percent of the companies surveyed -- with a combined total of $50 billion in outsourcing contracts -- have had negative experiences. 25 percent of those surveyed have brought those functions back in house, and nearly half of them have failed to realize any cost savings.

Some editor somewhere needs a kick in the junk

As a member of the media, I'm reluctant to go around media-bashing, but every so often, something I read or see on TV pisses me off, and this is one of those things.

"Neverland Guard Says Boy Couldn't Leave," reads the AP headline recounting recent testimony in the Michael Jackson child molestation case.

The headline alone is sensationalistic, and what's worse, it's not at all consistent with the story.

"Prosecutors called the guard to testify that he once had orders not to let the accuser leave Neverland."

Okay.

Three paragraphs ahead:

"But Barron also acknowledged under defense questioning that a general policy was to keep child guests on the estate if their parents weren't present and that guards probably would not let any children leave if they were unsupervised."

Then later:

"Under cross-examination, defense attorney Robert Sanger asked whether the general policy at the ranch was that children visiting without parents would not be allowed to leave by themselves.

"'We would not let them go off the ranch without supervision,' Barron said.

"Barron acknowledged that if he had seen anything amiss he would have been obligated as a police officer to report it."

So a casual reader who just checks the headline and scans the article lightly is bound to be left with the impression that Neverland Ranch is some sort of Guantanamo Bay-style prison compound where children are allowed to enter but not allowed to leave.

Think I'm overstating the case? I know from countless first-hand experience how low some people's reading comprehension skills are.

April 20, 2005

My thoughts on the new Pope

...

I got absolutely nothing.

I can't think of anything less relevant to my life right now that the election of some crufty olde German dude to head up the Catholic church.

That is all.

I expect, given his age, that Pope Benelux the 92nd won't reign for too long...

Edit:

The Catholic church ain't anywhere near a schism yet over "liberation theology," that's for darn sure.

When that happens, 500 years from now at this rate, that'll make for some interesting news.

In the interim, it's "Meet the new boss/Same as the old boss," in the words of The Who.

April 19, 2005

Second April vacation I'll miss

One thing I really hate about the National Association of Broadcasters (NAB) trade show is that it invariably happens when my kids have their spring vacation. This is the second year in a row that I can remember they've had their vacation when NAB is taking place.

I can't complain too much. Unlike me, my boss actually went to Vegas to cover the show in person, and he's turning in longer hours and has to do more work than I do, but it's still kind of a drag that I now won't be able to get any significant time away with the kids before their summer vacation begins at the end of June.

April 16, 2005

"I've got a hole in my pocket."

We're big fans of Japanese animation, or anime, and over the years we've tried to amass a collection of video entertainment that both we and the kids enjoy. In fact, we largely collect anime to the exclusion of other entertainment -- I've curtailed my purchases of A-list action films and the like to allow for more of it to come into the house. It's partly because, at the risk of sounding like a cultural snob, I just think the Japanese stuff is better. I like the aesthetic more. I like the story-telling better. It's also because I have very fond memories of growing up with fare like Battle of the Planets, Star Blazers and Speed Racer, and I'm anxious to pass along that legacy to my kids.

We can get the kids to sit through Hayao Miyazaki's works (My Neighbor Totoro and Kiki's Delivery Service wall scrolls decorate our living room); but those are usually epic tales. James will often fall asleep part way through. I don't think the lad has made it through to the end of Princess Mononoke or Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind yet.

But Bob is more into mecha (giant robots), Emme is more into mahou shoujo ("magic girl"); and while James is pretty much game for anything -- he's an easy going kid -- he has his favorites too. So finding something all three of them want to watch together can be tough. They'll argue and bicker the point for hours before they agree on a single movie or show they want to watch together.

So I was surprised when I came upstairs the other day and found all three kids sitting quietly in the living room, staring at the TV. Not blinking at all. In fact, I don't think Emme shifted more than three inches during the entire movie.

Bonnie had put on Yellow Submarine.

Domestic Update

Spring is finally in the air. April often gives us pause in New England, because it's not uncommon to have a late snow that will bury us under inches, at least temporarily. But we're safely past that point now, and the needle on the thermometer keeps rising day after day. The jonquils in our yard have risen, which adds a pleasant splash of yellow and white to the yard, which is still recovering from its winter hibernation.

We had a brief respite of above-seasonable temperatures about a week and a half ago, which gave us false hope that we were going to have an exceedingly warm spring. Since then we've gotten temperatures we should be more accustomed to in early April -- high 40s and lower 50s during the day, occasional freezing temperatures overnight. Still, when it's sunny and the wind isn't blowing, it's shirtsleeve weather, and after the winter we've had, it's quite welcome.

We've suddenly gone into overdrive for domestic improvement. I've already recounted our experiences switching from well water to town water. In the past few weeks we've also had a landscaper come out and clean up the yard, and he's also given me a reasonable quote on some arbor work that needs to be done (our backyard is really overgrown with small trees that need to come down, and a few others that need to be pruned in order to remain healthy).

And, two years after having the walls of my office finished and having an overhead lighting system put in, I'm finally a couple of weeks away from having a floor installed. For a long time I had wanted a laminate floor, but even going with cheap (8mm) material, it looks like it'll cost about 1/3rd the price to have industrial carpet put in, which will be just fine -- the cut piles they install in basements nowadays are infinitely more luxurious and colorful from what I remember of the hideous industrial carpeting put in the wood panel-lined basement family rooms of my friends' houses when I was growing up.

I've been looking over the materials the carpet salesman lent me and I think I've made a decision on what color to go with. Now it's a matter of clearing out my office, overrun with boxes and other junk, including several large pieces of furniture I'll have to move, and paying the guy. Bonnie found what might be better deals, as well, so I'm researching that.

The one last step to get the office finished will be to put in a heating system, and we may have a lead on someone who can do the work for us inexpensively. We used forced water heated by natural gas to heat the place, which is efficient and good quality heat, but it's also tough to modify, since it requires plumbing work to extend. Ideally, I'd like to have a new thermostat zone installed in my office, so I can only heat it when I'm using it.

There are a few smaller projects, as well: The kitchen sink needs a new faucet, which I can do myself, and there's a bit of repair work needed to be done to the wall behind the sink thanks to the current leaky faucet and the corroding effects of water.

There will be plenty of other things to do around the house this spring, summer and fall: We still need to decorate the upstairs bathroom, paint our room, the family room and the kitchen. I also need to replace the screen door that goes from our kitchen to the porch.

Meanwhile, I'm leaving it to my mom, who has a much greener thumb than I, to help with some of the yardwork. I can mow the lawn and pull weeds, but that's about the extent of my horticultural ability, and Bonnie's got her hands so full with the kids and other stuff that I can't reasonably expect her to do this stuff. But Mom has a real flair for figuring out what arrangements look good in our flower boxes, and tends to the shrubbery that graces the front of the house much better than I can. What's more, she seems to take pleasure in doing it, while I find it to be an interminable bore.

April 15, 2005

Good news

Bonnie got a call from her doctor today, and it turns out the small mass they removed from her breast last week isn't cancerous, so that's a big load off our mind. She's recovering, albeit slowly. She's experienced more swelling and discomfort than she was prepared for, but the doctor says what she's experiencing is within the bounds of normalcy.

Just waiting for the next crisis now.

April 11, 2005

"Space is big."

It's a busy time for James, our five year old. He's in his final months of preschool and he's learning to count. Learning letters. He's thinking big thoughts -- this fall he'll be in kindergarten.

Today James was practicing counting by multiples in his sweet, sing-songy little voice, when he stops and asks, "Daddy? What's the biggest number in the universe?"

So here I am, trying to explain the concept of infinity to my son who can't tie his own shoes yet and is still convinced that the Easter Bunny and Santa are real. I muddled through an explanation that ended with, "So you see, hon, the numbers just keep going. You can't count that high."

James looks up from his counting-sheet and says, "You can't count that high? That's just weird."

The wonder of it all

Foxwoods Casino does a lot of advertising in our region. No wonder -- it's one of the few places in this entire part of the country where people can gamble, legally, outside of off-track betting houses and dog and horse tracks. It's a popular vacation spot for locals, and they and their competitors, Mohegan Sun (two Native American-owned casinos) heavily seed the local airwaves with television ads to draw people in.

Mohegan Sun's ad campaign, curiously, seems to focus on normal everyday people who start hallucinating they're at Mohegan Sun, or at Mohegan Sun and thinking about being somewhere else. A fellow watching the numbers spin on a gas pump, for example, thinks about one-armed bandits; another woman imagines herself to be rock-climbing a massive precipice someplace, only to come to her senses as she discovers she's actually scaled some kind of abstract architectural art object at Mohegan Sun.

But Foxwoods easily earns the prize for the most irritating ads, thanks to a catchy jingle called "The Wonder of It All" sung by jazz standards singer John Pizzarelli and a big band. The song is just catchy and Dean Martinesque enough to drill itself into your skull and wrap around your brain-strem like a Ceti Eel from Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.

The ad basically gives you a check Pizzarelli and the band can't cash -- that is, convincing you that a trip to Foxwoods will be a fantasy that will take you out of your dreary existence and transport you to a shimmering world of glamour and beauty. That's right. One roll of the dice and you're on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, baby -- champagne wishes and caviar dreams.

Somehow, though, the warped and twisted madmen who run Foxwoods' marketing campaign have found a way to make it even more irritating: Little people dressed as leprechauns, frolicking gayly at Foxwoods, bouncing merrily on the bed, drinking and carousing in the clubs, and generally having fun. And a cover of "The Wonder of It All" sung by someone who sounded like a backup singer for Alvin and the Chipmunks, with the lyrics slightly altered to suit the subject material.

I had hoped this was a fever-dream brought on by some spoiled New England Boiled Dinner and Guinness served for St. Patrick's Day, but alas, no. It is all too real. Then I figured it was only going to be on for a week or two to celebrate St. Paddy's -- a big deal in this region because of the big population of Irish-Americans.

Here we are, though, mid-way into April, and the damn things continue.

God hates me.

April 09, 2005

Communications were down

On top of Friday's trip to the hospital, one thing happened yesterday to really screw things up for me -- my cable modem stopped working. It's been the first time in more than a year that I didn't have any Internet connectivity -- quite disconcerting.

On Thursday night, apparently Comcast -- my cable company -- had a nationwide outage of its DNS system that lasted a good six hours or so. I had spent most of the day and much of the night tunneled into my corporate network through a VPN connection, so I actually had no problems -- until I dropped the VPN connection. Then everything went dead.

I had presumed that it was something modem-related so I figured a simple power-cycle would do the trick. All that did was screw the cable modem up completely, requiring a tech to actually pay us a visit yesterday afternoon. He fixed it and we're back up and running without any problems on this end now. Apparently sometimes the particular brand of cable modem I have requires a long, 11-second hard reset by pressing the power button. The guys on the phone don't know this, but it's common knowledge from the field techs.

Seems like a waste of resources, but I got to make a new friend -- the guy Comcast sent was an avid gamer, so we talked shop for about an hour after he fixed my stuff.

April 08, 2005

Glad that's over with

Bonnie and I have been worried about this day for quite some time. She had to go to the hospital this morning to have some tissue removed from her left breast that the radiologists flagged during a recent mammogram. She's got a nice incision mark to show for her trouble, but she should heal quickly and won't be disfigured as a result of the procedure.

She -- and the doctor who performed the procedure, for that matter -- isn't worried that it's cancerous; they expect that it's some scarred tissue that formed after one of Bonnie's frequent infections when she was breastfeeding one of our kids as infants. But they err on the side of caution, of course, so out came the tissue. A pathologist will look over what's removed and report back the results sometime next week, but as I said, Bonnie and her doctor aren't particularly concerned.

We got to the hospital at the crack of dawn this morning. The surgeon who did the procedure (who looked disturbingly like actor Adam Baldwin, by the way) actually got an early start. I spent most of my time working on a backlog of reviews that I have to get done and playing my beloved PSP. I even tried to convince one of the nurses who helped Bonnie to buy an iPod shuffle and a Mac mini. (She's a jogger with a PC running Windows 95 that she has to replace and she's looking for an MP3 player and a new computer; seemed like the best combination for her.)

Bonnie was in and out of recovery quite fast and was anxious to get home as quickly as possible. We stopped for lunch, as she hadn't eaten all day, and then I got her home and to bed, and recently came back from the pharmacy with some painkillers. We were home in plenty of time to see the two older kids get off their school buses, and James is spending the afternoon at a friend from school's house, then he's off to his grandmother's for an overnight.

Bonnie is actually surprised that she isn't more uncomfortable than she is -- she says she feels like she got punched in the chest, but otherwise is in good spirits, after a nice nap. She's still planning on taking it easy this weekend, which means that I'll get to drive Emme to her First Communion Retreat tomorrow, Bob and Emme to CCD on Sunday, and then take James to a friend's birthday party on Sunday.

Anyway, glad that's over with. Now onto the next crisis.

April 06, 2005

Object of lust

Voodoo PC makes custom Windows PCs designed for games, video editing and other high-performance tasks, and I just got a press release across my desk announcing their Voodoo OMEN d:221 system. These evil bastards have decided to trump the Power Mac G5 in terms of sheer video capabilities.

SLI, as some of you may remember, is a technology that 3dfx developed years ago that allows more than one graphics card to work in parallel in a single computer. 3dfx was later acquired by Nvidia. Now Nvidia has resurrected SLI, and thanks to PCI Express, it's actually useful on today's modern graphics processors.

The new Voodoo PC system features PCI Express expansion -- not yet available on the Mac -- and ships with Nvidia graphics cards. The two cards the system comes with feature two dual-link DVI video ports.

What this means is that it can drive four 30-inch Apple Cinema HD displays simultaneously.

That's just sick.

April 05, 2005

Rant: Dirty DVDs

In another life, I almost never rented DVDs. I bought them. Unless there was a brand new release that I was really anxious to see. Then I'd end up at Blockbuster in the New Releases section.

So it wasn't until I'd been with Netflix for a little bit that I discovered the dirty truth: People who rent DVDs don't give a shit. They set them on top of their TVs out of their cases. They smudge them with fingerprints. They smear peanut butter and jelly and various unidentifiable bodily fluids on them.

And they just generally cock things up for the rest of us.

I can't tell you how many times I've gotten a movie I really want to see in the mail, get about half-way through watching it, and then suddenly the DVD player stops working and barfs, telling me the disc is unreadable.

It's usually at this point that I discover there's a gouge or groove in the disc, or that someone has attached some crust to the disc's underside that can only come off by using some industrial-strength cleaner that will probably eat right through the plastic casing of the disc itself.

Yes, as you can tell, it happened again.

April 04, 2005

A decent gaming PC from ... eMachines?

Gateway and eMachines have, deservedly, developed a reputation over the years for selling mediocre PC clones. Many of their systems are complete crap.

But today Gateway announced a new eMachines model that I have to admit, turned my head. It's a gaming PC for less than $600.

The new T6212 model sports an Athlon 64 3200+ microprocessor, 512MB dual-channel RAM expandable to 4GB, integrated ATI Radeon Xpress 200 graphics and an open PCI Express slot to upgrade to a "real" video card when customers realize they need more horsepower. It also comes equipped with an 8-in-1 media card reader for digital photos or whatnot, USB 2.0, FireWire, a 160GB 7200RPM hard disk and a dual-layer rewriteable DVD drive -- all for $630 before a $50 rebate.

The eMachines Web site hasn't been updated as I write this, so I can't check out the full specs -- in particular I'm curious about the networking capabilities and video port, and whether or not it has any other expansion capabilities -- but I'm guessing the T6212 is going to be in another one of eMachines' trademark mini-tower cases and will have otherwise fairly limited expandability. But still, for the money, you'd be hard-pressed to build your own PC for that price and have it match the features of eMachines' model.

eMachines' profit margins on these systems must be pretty slim, all things considered.

April 03, 2005

Spring forward

We lost an hour like almost everone else with the Daylight Savings Time switch this morning; Bonnie and I slept late, which added to our woes. So we woke up at 8:45 this morning instead of 7:45, and Bonnie's running around the house getting the two older kids ready for Sunday school. The day after the Pope died. Glad Bonnie's doing it and not me; expect the church is going to be a madhouse.

Well, at least it's light later now.

April 02, 2005

Free water

So the plumber and the contractor returned to finish up their work on our town water supply hookup on Friday, as promised. Only one problem -- the town inspector is still nowhere to be found. Clearly they didn't want to hold us up or leave us without water for a week, since the revised estimate on the town inspector's arrival is now next Thursday. So they hooked us up anyway, meter be damned, and I'm getting free town water for a week.

April 01, 2005

Bah, humbug

At the risk of sounding like a party pooper, I really hate April Fool's Day. Every year there's a parade of phony press releases by companies looking to make their mark on the day. By the end of the day, readers are so shell-shocked that they don't know what to believe. It's just lame.