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On feeling better when contemplating one’s failings

When chipping, I have a tendency to go from feast to famine. Either I give it a little, bitty scoop, sending it dribbling a few yards — or I whack…

When chipping, I have a tendency to go from feast to famine. Either I give it a little, bitty scoop, sending it dribbling a few yards — or I whack it with the edge of the face, sending it flying several hundred yards over and beyond the green.

Well, watching golf last week, I watched someone on the pro tour doing the former. Twice. In a row. Insert picture of Dave doing the little Guilty Pleasure Over Someone’s Misfortune Dance.

When Doyce and I went out a few weeks ago, he decided that his ball getting caught in a tree was a sign that the Golf Gods did not want him to finish out the hole.

Well, Tiger did the same thing yesterday. Triple-bogied the hole. Seven off the lead at the Canadian Open. Feel better, guy.

On knowing when to hold ’em, as well as when to fold ’em

On knowing when to hold ’em, as well as when to fold ’em Dice were not my friends last night. Two good rolls (including a spectacular … initiative roll), accompanied…

On knowing when to hold ’em, as well as when to fold ’em

Dice were not my friends last night. Two good rolls (including a spectacular … initiative roll), accompanied a bevy of rolls in the single digits.

In the low single digits.

In the thumbs-on-both-hands-if-I’m-lucky digits.

It’s fortunate we were out of the asteroid field when I took the helm.

Okay, enough geeky goodness.

It’s been raining since shortly after I came home until now. My Dad, a noted Weather Channel addict, says it’s just about blown through. A good thing, that, since our tee time is three hours (hack).

Golf and Star Wars RPG. Two great oddball passtimes, rolled into one blog. Who could ask for more?

So a man walks into a ceiling fan …

Ouch. It seems we always do Big Home Improvement Projects when the in-laws come to visit. So when my folks came this time, I thought, hey, why not a home…

Ouch.

It seems we always do Big Home Improvement Projects when the in-laws come to visit. So when my folks came this time, I thought, hey, why not a home improvement project (of at least moderate size) for them.

Aha. The ceiling fan.

We’ve been wanting to put a fan up in the breakfast room for some time. We don’t have a/c in the house — most folks in Denver don’t, and there aren’t more than a few dozen days per year when you really wish you had some. Well, maybe more if you’re working from home.

So, now that summer is waning and we’re finally getting a few brisk (to coin a phrase) evenings, it’s time to put up a ceiling fan.

We’ve had the fan, and a between-the-joists bracket — for three or four months. Time to put it up.

And to learn, once again, why I don’t tackle these projects on my own.

Turn off the power, first.

Go up and pull off the existing, chintzy ceiling fixture.

Hmmm. Odd. I expected this to be a simple electrical box nailed to an adjoining joist. Well, there’s a joist, next to it, but no connector. Just some screws at the top.

Wait. Not screws. Rivets. Odd.

Call Jim, my Father-In-Law Master of Things Home Improvementish. He thinks its already mounted on some sort of bracket between the joists. Cool.

Assemble the fan. Big fan. Assembles easily, though.

Getting ready to mount it. Hmmmm, what’s this next step?

Remote control. Yes, this ceiling fan has a remote control. And that’s good, since we only have a single power line coming up here (otherwise we could have separate switches for light and fan). And the way that works … is with a modules the size of a garage door opener, with wires for the incoming power, then wires for the fan and light, and a little antennae for the remote control.

Y’see, this is really sort of a hybrid unit. It’s a ceiling fan with the wiring a ceiling fan would be. And it’s a remote control kit for a ceiling fan.

One problem. No way that little module is going to fit in the electrical box on the ceiling.

Okay, not a big problem. I can pry open some ceiling drywall next to the electrical box, make a slot for the remote unit to fit in, and still run the wires back through (I hope) to the box. Problem solved.

Cut, cut, cut. Be careful not to make anything that will be visible around the ceiling fan’s decorative bell around the electrical box.

Hmmmmm. That’s interesting. I can see up now past the electical box …

… and it’s simply has a hanger riveted to the top of it, that hanger in turn nailed to the joist. Seriously NFG to support a ceiling fan.

Damn.

Okay, drop back and punt. We’ll pull out the old electrical box, by brute force, then use the bracket-between-joists doodad up there, hang the enclosed electical box, all’s right with the world.

(What the hell is this old box made of? Some sort of bakelite, or quasi-ceramic material Weird.)

Okay. Slide the bracket-between-joists doodad up through the hole. This thing’s cool. It has a spiked bracket at each end to dig into the joist, and you turn the shaft in-between to extend it out. It starts out just short of 16″ — the usual distance for joists — and extends out to 24.

Unfortunately …

… the distance to the next joist is 11″.

Off to Home Depot to return that guy, see if there’s a different, shorter one. Alternative is to tear out more drywall, bracket/hang a 2×4 between the joists, and go from there. Or so suggests Jim, after another phoned consult.

A very, very helpful fellow at HD speculates that the bracket things — they have them there — could be cut down with a hacksaw. Duh. Buy a hacksaw for $5, come home, cut it off, lookin’ good …

…. And it’s time to go off and start off our new Star Wars campaign. Tale to be continued ….

The ‘Rents are here

My parents are in town for the next few days. Which probably means a reduction in blogging, though it did mean that they took the Squig downstairs when she woke…

My parents are in town for the next few days. Which probably means a reduction in blogging, though it did mean that they took the Squig downstairs when she woke up, allowing Margie and me to sleep in a bit.

The Blackberry is forwarding mail just fine. I’ve already responded to three critical work-related e-mails I would have missed otherwise. I am not convinced that this is a Good Thing.

Just what I need, more reading material

Rey has a blog….

Rey has a blog.

Dave Kopel on Yates/Soltys

Dave Kopel on Yates/Soltys I am not a big fan of the National Review, being of a generally leftist bent when it comes to social issues. But this article has…

Dave Kopel on Yates/Soltys

I am not a big fan of the National Review, being of a generally leftist bent when it comes to social issues. But this article has a lot to say, and says it well.

The Blackberry Report

— The calendar application does not have a “snooze” on its alarms. – The docking cradle seems to be very sensitive — it’s easy to have it seem to be…

— The calendar application does not have a “snooze” on its alarms.

– The docking cradle seems to be very sensitive — it’s easy to have it seem to be in place just fine, and then notice that it’s still on “battery.”

+++ Mail is working. The mail filter software (defining rules as to which items should be forwarded) is sophisticated — indeed, it may be slicker than what Outlook itself uses.

— Reading formatted stuff is sucky. There’s no such thing as large text, bold text, underlined, text, etc. This may be a serious drawback.

++ The scroll-dial/click-to-enter control is neat (so is the escape button).

— Having to scroll horizontally and vertically to get the pointer to where I want is annoying compared to just pointing with a stylus.

More to come …

Comedy

At least one way of measuring the freedom of any society is the amount of comedy that is permitted, and clearly a healthy society permits more satirical comment than a…

At least one way of measuring the freedom of any society is the amount of comedy that is permitted, and clearly a healthy society permits more satirical comment than a repressive, so that if comedy is to function in some way as a safety release then it must obviously deal with these taboo areas. This is part of the responsibility we accord our licensed jesters, that nothing be excused the searching light of comedy. If anything can survive the probe of humour it is clearly of value, and conversely all groups who claim immunity from laughter are claiming special privileges which should not be granted.

— Eric Idle (b. 1943)

One ring to rule them all

I get an annoying little rash on my finger. No, this isn’t yet another self-indulgent blog post about some minor ailment. In hot weather, my left ring finger is susceptible…

I get an annoying little rash on my finger.

No, this isn’t yet another self-indulgent blog post about some minor ailment.

In hot weather, my left ring finger is susceptible to some sort of rash or minor fungal hoohah. This has the incredibly annoying (to me) result of my being unable to wear my wedding ring for more than a day or two at a time, let I get the major itchies. That’s a real shame, for a number of reasons.

First of all, my wedding ring is my symbol to the world that I was lucky enough to net a Gem Amongst Womankind, to wit, Margie.

She’s mine, all mine, you hear me! Bwah-ha-hah!

It’s also, to be fair, a nice piece of jewelry, from John Atencio, which is a jewelry store and design company here in Denver. (John Atencio was also, coincidentally, the brother of the wife, Elouise, of my first boss at the company, JimLo. None of which I knew at the time. I jokingly asked Jim, when he told me, if I should have dropped his name to get a discount. He indicated they probably would have increased the price.) It’s actually unique, since the “default” for the ring is yellow gold, and we got it done in white gold (which took them two tries to cast correctly).

Very spiffy, kind an abstract wavyness to it. I enjoy wearing it. When I can, dagnabbit. Since its a solid, wide band, it tends to create a wide area of compressed skin, heat, and moisture. Which then leads to a recurrence of that rash again.

Okay, enough with the rash.

So, anyway, during those times when I can’t wear my wedding ring because of you-know-what, I’ve taken to carrying it in my wallet. Which is kind of nice, too.

Margie, of course, ended up with a family heirloom ring that I couldn’t afford even today. Yeesh. What a deal.

I have another ring I wear, too. Margie got it for me as an “engagement” ring, of a sorts — a lighter, silver, Celtic knot sort of design. Made on the Isle of Skye, if I recall my Wireless catalog correctly. I wear that one a lot more often, on the right hand, sort of as a compromise.

Rings are about the only jewelry I wear. Well, I also have a medallion, with a Celtic knot on the obverse, and a Northwest Indian design (eagle and raven, I believe) on the reverse (symbolizing the joining of two houses) which I got at a Rennfaire some time ago. Margie has a similar one, with the same reverse design. I wear it all the time.

The only other jewelry I can see wearing would be an earring, since that seems to have become marginally acceptible for men. On the other hand, I work for a rather conservative engineering company, so that might draw a few odd glances. And I hate needles, which means the whole piercing thing is pretty sketchy for me. And, finally, I would worry that it would be (or would appear to be) one of those Desperate Attempts By Guys In Their Forties To Try And Look Cool Again, which would be mortifying.

(That’s one reason why I never grew the ponytail back after the wedding. Especially with the thinning, to put it politely, of my hair, it would have looked too much like one of those Desperate Attempts By Balding Guys To Try And Make Up For It By Growing A Ponytail.)

I’m so vain. I probably think this post is about me.

Tech notes

Blackberry seems to be up and running, and I’m getting mail to it from the office. The next few days should be interesting, as I “tune” what level of mail…

Blackberry seems to be up and running, and I’m getting mail to it from the office. The next few days should be interesting, as I “tune” what level of mail forwarding I want with the thing, and as I (hopefully) get involved in how well it handles doing memos, etc. My first impression is that the interface is a bit cruder than the Palm’s, and the relative lack of alternative software to the basic aps is probably going to be annoying. On the other hand, it gets really good signal at both the house and the office (certainly better than my cell phone).

We shall see.

Fill it to the RIM

I got my Blackberry this afternoon. Now I just have to figure out how the damned thing ties in with my mail. Unfortunately, the other fellow in the office who…

I got my Blackberry this afternoon. Now I just have to figure out how the damned thing ties in with my mail.

Unfortunately, the other fellow in the office who has one is trying to get our network problems resolved. Which means my consultation with him will be, of necessity, limited.

We’ll see. I’d love to have it working for the weekend.

Make Mine Molly

I love Molly Ivins. In a “I like to read what she writes” sort of way, not in any way that Margie needs to worry about. She’s witty, she’s clever,…

I love Molly Ivins. In a “I like to read what she writes” sort of way, not in any way that Margie needs to worry about. She’s witty, she’s clever, she’s incisive, and she’s not afraid to poke fun at anyone in the political spectrum — though most of her barbs tend to be aimed toward the right, which is just fine by me.

Yahoo! and Intellivu both carry her columns, but the home is at Creators Syndicate. You can find her current column at that site. A recent one (the most recent, at this writing) is “The Fatal Weakness of Libertarian Thinking”, a fine example of her wit and insight.

She wrote an entertaining biography of Dubya prior to the election, Shrub. I enjoyed it. Margie enjoyed it. My folks (staunch conservatives) enjoyed it. And we all probably had nightmares about it.

Big, huge, honking ones

With occasional bonuses of additional ones, too….

With occasional bonuses of additional ones, too.

They should be paying me bigger ones

I really hate dealing with personnel problems….

I really hate dealing with personnel problems.

Why they pay me the big bucks

If there’s one thing I hate worse than the Orbitz pop-under ads (see below/before), it’s dealing with personnel problems….

If there’s one thing I hate worse than the Orbitz pop-under ads (see below/before), it’s dealing with personnel problems.

The Mystery of 47

47. Learn it. Love it. Live it. And now you know why the blog name. UPDATE (24-Nov-03): The link is now here. And, as an historical note, when this blog…

47.

Learn it. Love it. Live it.

And now you know why the blog name.

UPDATE (24-Nov-03): The link is now here. And, as an historical note, when this blog was originally created, its name was “DaveHillBlog47.” Hence the above reference.

Insanity

Insanity has been defined as trying the same thing over, expecting the results to be different. It occurs to me that this speaks directly to IT, since our primary diagnostic…

Insanity has been defined as trying the same thing over, expecting the results to be different.

It occurs to me that this speaks directly to IT, since our primary diagnostic methods involve trying the same thing over and over again. “Let’s try rebooting again. Well, let me try unplugging and plugging it in again. Let’s power it off and power it back on again. Let’s try rebooting again.”

The damnable thing is, the reason it’s our primary diagnostic method is that it works.

Either we’re insane, or we operate in an insane world. Or both. Live with the ambiguity.

Red of tooth and claw

As I write, we have Israeli military forces firing frickin’ missiles into buildings where they think Palestinian leaders or security forces are. And if a few bystanders get killed, c’est…

As I write, we have Israeli military forces firing frickin’ missiles into buildings where they think Palestinian leaders or security forces are. And if a few bystanders get killed, c’est la vie.

In the meantime, Palestinians are sending suicide bombers into pizza parlors. That’s productive.

Actually, if I were leading the Palestinians, I’d be following the Israeli tactic. Target soldiers. Target officers. Target leaders. Not only would that lend credence to the idea that you are fighting a war against your oppressors, and give you more support from the outside world, but it might make those same Israeli leaders more willing to talk peace.

At the same time, while the Israelis are scoring hits, in the long run they’re merely fragmenting (figuratively, as well as literally) the Palestinian leadership. Which means that negotiating with anyone is going to be increasingly difficult.

And, frankly, Israel is losing the publicity war. Sure, every pizza parlor the Palestinians bomb simply tars their whole “side” as a bunch of terrorists. But when Israel uses tanks and jet fighters and attack helicopters to blow up buildings, they come across as a Goliath vs. the Palestinian David. And we know who to root for in that competition. It’s even worse when collateral damage (i.e., innocent bystanders) get fragged in the process.

I found it morbidly amusing that Arafat has been trying to get the UN Conference on Racism, Intolerance, Xenophobia, and Related Stuff to declare Israel to be acting in a racist fashion toward the Palestinians. There’s arguably something to that — but it seems to me there’s a large degree of blackness in the kettle making the accusation at the pot.

As long as it’s a battle of Jews vs. Muslims, or Israelis vs. Palestinians, it’s a racist, ethnicist, xenophobic problem, on both sides.

I don’t know what the answer is. Sometimes I think we should just bomb the whole region down into a glassy plain. Other times, I think the Israelis should simply move the Palestinians (including in Gaza) lock, stock, and barrel into the West Bank, build a big wall, and then say, “That’s yours, this is ours, ’nuff said.”

I don’t think either of those is a good answer. But both are temptingly neat and simple (and bloody and final).

Peace — peace strong enough to get the majority of folks involved committed to it — has been so close, so many times. And there is so much bloody blame to heap on both sides, that neither can wear a white hat. I have to condemn, first and most of all, any side whose tactics are explicitly terrorist, who act in the most racist fashion because they consider anyone on the “opposite side” — wearing a uniform or not — to be an enemy. But the Israelis have more than tarnished their own shield here, between heavy-handed military action and police state tactics against anyone even suspected of being a Palestinian terrorist.

I would wish a pox on both their houses, but that’s clearly already the case. Because the biggest losers here are the haters, but the ones who merely want to live a life of peace and dignity, raising their families.

Meanwhile, in Northern Ireland, Protestant protesters (“Those bloody Catholics are marching their bloody Catholic kids through our Protestant neighborhood on the way to their bloody Catholic school as a deliberate provocation!”) are throwing bricks and frickin’ home-made bombs at schoolchildren.

As far as I’m concerned, any “credit” the Protestant activists up there had by facing off against a truly bloody terrorist organization (the IRA) has been squandered by their own terrorist tactics.

Okay. Enough of those depressing tactics. My blood pressure is already too high.

GILTS

I spent the first half-hour at work trying to figure out why I couldn’t login. Swapping cables, trying different ports, trying to get NIC lights to blink, the whole enchilada….

I spent the first half-hour at work trying to figure out why I couldn’t login. Swapping cables, trying different ports, trying to get NIC lights to blink, the whole enchilada.

I finally discovered that I could hook up through my notebook’s direct NIC, rather than through the docking station NIC.

A failure in the docking station? An unexpected consequence of something goofy they’re doing to fix our network problems? Evil spirits?

You be the judge.

Plus, my office e-mail is still flaky as all hell. Feh. There are times I wish I were a ditchdigger.

No, not really.

Economic rebel, that’s me

Internet ads are a bane to my existence. I hate ’em. They are annoying. They are intentionally eye-catching, and advertisers are in an ever-increasing frenzy to get eye-time from surfers…

Internet ads are a bane to my existence. I hate ’em. They are annoying. They are intentionally eye-catching, and advertisers are in an ever-increasing frenzy to get eye-time from surfers like me because — well, that’s why they’re paying for the damned things, right?

The worst I’ve seen (lately) was a pop-under for Orbitz, the new “Hey, we’re the airlines, so we’ll start a travel site, and you can move all your ticket purchases here, putting those other travel sites out of business, but, hell, we won’t ever take advantage of such a monopoly, trust us, we’re the airlines” site. This thing is like 5×8″, and flashes on and off with such a frequency I’m surprised there aren’t folks having epileptic fits triggered by it. You can’t look at it for more than 5 seconds without getting a headache but, more importantly, you can’t not look at it. Every lizard-brain part of your mind says, “Bright flashing lights! Something I must see, or else dinosaur will eat me!”

It is annoying as all hell.

And it’s how the Internet stays relatively free.

Yup. Most content providers out there make use of advertising to at least defray the costs of providing the content. Aside from folks like me who do this sort of thing as a hobby — and I’ve already said I’m a cheapskate. I’m a cheapskate with some concern for my viewers — which is why I bailed from Geocities (and it’s Ad Window of Doom), but also why I won’t purchase more expensive hosting services. At least, not yet.

So, yes, I hate ads, but I also acknowledge that they are a vital part of keeping the Internet from turning into a bunch of fanboy pages and subscription services. Which I suspect will happen in the next ten years, given current trends. But for now, that’s the case.

But while I have accepted the ethical “tragedy of the commons” sort of need for Internet advertising, I’ve decided to draw the line. That line is pop-ups and pop-unders. Not only are they an Abomination Before the Lord, but they raise the annoyance stakes to new levels. Plus, by opeing up new windows, they chew up additional system resources, clutter the screen, etc. They are Evil, Pure Evil from the Eighth Dimension.

So I took the step of downloading PopUp Killer. There are others, but this came recommended, and seems to do the job. PopUp Killer just sits out there and watches each browser window when it opens. If it has a name/domain that is on the PopUp Killer black list (which you can download), then it zaps the window with a little crash of thunder. Very satisfying. It also as a limited AI function to guess (with user-defined sensitivity) what might be a pop-up/under ad, and zaps that, too (this latter function can be set to simply prompt you, which I find to be a better alternative, since it sometimes guesses things wrong).

The Black List is a bit overzealous in places — it wildcards all the Tripod sites, for example — but you can also easily set up an exemption list.

I will not install software (available) that strips out ads from within pages — TANSTAAFL — but I will do this. And do.

Take back the Web. Solidarity Forever. Up the People! Right On, Man!