Remember all that snow we got?
Yeah, it’s all gone now. Actually, it was all gone yesterday- one week after it all fell. Amazing. I’d put up a picture of the picnic table, but really, what’s interesting about an empty picnic table?
Remember all that snow we got?
Yeah, it’s all gone now. Actually, it was all gone yesterday- one week after it all fell. Amazing. I’d put up a picture of the picnic table, but really, what’s interesting about an empty picnic table?
I spent the weekend working on one of the drawers for the armoire. It’s not done yet- I have to mill the pins for the half-blinds to finish up the dovetailing. Followed by cutting the grooves for the drawer bottom, installing the cleat and drawerslide clips, and cutting the two recesses in the drawer back that the drawerslides ride in.
When I actually sit and consider everything that needs to be done to make a drawer for this thing, I realize just how unrealistic my timeframe was for building them. I’d hoped I could build a drawer in a day or so. After roughly 12 hours, I’m still working on the dovetailing. Plus, I’ve got 2 more drawers after this.
Oy.
When we went out to dinner the other night, we had to wait for a table to open and we got one of those little restaurant beepers. The Wife handed it to the boy and told him to let us know when our table was ready.
“What will happen? What does it do?” he asked.
“It will light up and vibrate” the Wife replied.
“What does ‘vibrate’ mean?”
“It’s like a tickle…” the Wife answered.
The boy considered this definition in the context of the beeper for a moment, leading to the following question:
“Does a hand come out of it or something?”
It was over in 15 minutes.
I got up this morning to deal with the fire at the usual time- about quarter to five or so. The kids were still snuggled in their beds. Presumably sugar plums in their heads. Although, since I can’t figure out what’s going on in their the other 364 days, why should I know now?
I got back to bed half-expecting them to wake up- but they didn’t. I drifted off to sleep again and finally awaken around quarter to seven by the kids. They didn’t come to me, however, they went to the Wife and woke her up. It was time to go open presents. I wasn’t quite ready to get up, but I wasn’t given any choice at that point.
Even though I immensely enjoy the end result and the sense of accomplishment that comes with well executed, hand cut dovetails there are parts of the process that are a drag. In my case, the most tedious part is also arguably the most important part of the whole process: the layout.
When I first started I marked, by hand, the depth line as well as each point of the tails and then draw the line using a ruler. Then I picked up a template which gives me a couple of angles to choose from for the tails. With the template, I only have to make tick marks along the tail-depth line, lineup the template and mark my line. So it reduced the amount of marking by half.
Most recently I received my marking gauge- now marking the depth line is a breeze. Just set it and draw it across all four sides of the board on each end. Between the template and the gauge, my marking time dropped dramatically.
After marking the first side up completely for the tail layout, I realized that I could streamline the process for the remaining boards by using a story stick. I fashioned one up as a ‘T’ so that I had a constant reference for making the marks on the board. I then trasferred the marks from my first completed side to the storystick using my marking knife. From there, it was a simple matter of methodically trasferring the storystick marks to the remaining boards, then using the template to mark the tails.
The other benefit I gained was consistency. By transferring the layout to the storystick, I greatly reduced my opportunity for layout error. I also eliminated a lot of the minor variations that would have otherwise cropped up while re-measuring the layout for each board.
Lastly, I marked up all 6 boards, both ends, in about an hour. As a sanity check I lined up all 6 boards and eyeballed the marks to see how the registered with one another. They all lined up perfectly. Can’t argue with results like that.
The boy’s last day of school was yesterday. The lass’s was today. The Wife’s vacation started yesterday afternoon.
I wonder how long before we’re all wanting vacation to be over?
Unfortunately, there really is no way to state it otherwise. It sucks. Not to be confused with “It doesnt’ work” because it most certainly does. It sucks because the level of effort required to make it work is rather high. For a newbie, printer problems are essentially a right-of-passage. The more experienced one becomes with Linux administration, the more annoying printer problems become.
I’m not sure if it’s because of all the moving parts that are required to make it work or if the design philosophy behind ‘nix systems just sold everyone short in the case of printing. Hell, it could be something else entirely. The fact remains that Microsoft, much as I’m loathe to admit it, does it better.
The only positive thing I can say is, at least with modern distros, it’s lightyears ahead of where it was when I first started dabbling in Linux. Back then I opted not to have a printer. Nowadays, at least I can setup a printer to work on the system. Getting it to work as a print server takes more effort. Much more. But I can do it. Back then, not so much.
Alright, whine done. Back to the CUPS, hplip, ppd salt mines.
One of the most pleasant surprises of the Fall and the Winter this year has been the boy’s attitude towards playing outside. For the past four-and-a-half years, we’ve had to strong arm him to get him outside. If the Wife or myself didn’t go out with him, he would invent and try every excuse his little mind could muster so that he wouldn’t have to go outside.
Then, about mid-Fall, something funny happened. Around dusk he started asking if he could go outside. Then, he would grab a flashlight, grab the dogs and trudge out to the backyard and … play. Running with the dogs, playing with the flashlights, whatever games he could come up with.
Even with the meager first snowfall, he was outside in a flash to play in it. He took the dogs with him as well and would kick the ball around for them as well as throw snowballs. With the latest storm, he’s been going out a couple of times a day, always taking the dogs with him. I watched for a few minutes this morning. He was out there with a shovel throwing as much snow as he could into the air with it. The dogs were jumping into the mini-maelstrom trying to … well, do whatever it is they’re trying to do.
I can’t really say that it’s rewarding because I’m not entirely sure if or how we might have affected his decision. I can say that I’m happy for him. He’s found something here that he looks forward to.
As do the dogs.
Well, technically it wasn’t a blizzard for us. There wasn’t enough sustained wind where we are; however, there was plenty of snow:
Last night the Wife and I saw the Boston Pops with the Swingle Singers. I was really struck by how crisp and “true” the Pops sounded. If I closed my eyes, I could have sworn I was listening to one of their recordings. Assuming that the recordings are done such that they are the best rendition the Pops, or any artist for that matter, can muster then their ability to sound like that live speaks highly to their mastery of their craft.
This morning we went to see the lass and her pre-k class’s little Christmas performance. As it relates to parenting, I would certainly consider it a right of passage. I manned the video recorder so I couldn’t see the immediate reaction when the performance started; but I would venture a guess that everyone visibly jumped. It was nothing less than an assault on the senses. I’m sure the applause at the end was as much in relief as it was in reward. Any parents happening to read this who haven’t had this experience, consider yourself warned.
After it was over, I said to the Wife: “Well, I can state without hesitation that they are NOT the Swingle Singers.”
It’s fair to say that we saw the two extremes of musical performance in a period of 12 hours.
This time of year is fun for a multitude or reasons. A personal one for me is derived from the Wife’s irrational hatred of all things facial hair. To say that she prefers a clean-shaven look would be an understatement of understatement. I’m not even sure she’d let Sam Elliot get away with his mustachioed face.
So, as has become typical for this time of year, I grew out the beard. Heck, it’s cold outside! Unfortunately for me, let’s just say that my beard is on the thin side. It also has an astonishing amount of gray (I blame the kids- they make me lose the hair on top and turn what’s left gray. Grrrr.) A couple of days ago, I got sick of the stratchiness on the cheeks, so I shaved it…
This pizza dough recipe is my favorite for a couple of reasons. I’m always amazed that the dough comes together. There is so much water compared to the flour that when the mixing begins, the whole thing is a soupy mess. But it works every time.
Oh, it tastes really good too. This particular dough is excellent for “white pizza”- the kind without any sauce.
The ingredients:
I’d been meaning to write this up for a couple of weeks but a number of things have conspired to keep me from it. I finally assembled the portion of the armoire that I’ve been working on lo these many months. If curious, there’s a picture of it after the jump. Go ahead, I can wait…
Actually, this particular recipe is good not only as pizza dough, but it also works well as dough for stromboli or calzone. In fact I used it for calzone the other night for the Wife and her knitting friends. She went there with 2 VERY large calzones. She came home with 1 piece.
The ingredients:
Naturally, after claiming I could upload images embedded in a post using blogtool, I tried to use it this morning to publish the post with the pictures of the yard and it puked. One of the errors was minor and easily fixable. The bigger problem was a cryptic message related to the XMLRPC API function metaWeblog.newMediaObject. The error message read “junk in document element:…”
The casualty of the morning was the boy’s snowman. He gave the snowman a carrot for a nose. Unfortunately for the snowman, dog #1’s favorite snack is carrots.
I’ve now brought blogtool along far enough that I thought it would be worth taking stock of it so that I can figure out where next to go with it.
Blogtool is a command line blog client. It has no gui. Having been writing to the blog for a couple of months now, I can say that the whole GUI thing is overblown when it comes to posting. At least in my case. The vast majority of my posts are text, every now and again I’ll throw some pictures into the post. Either way, I came to feel that the GUI was not strictly necessary for client purposes. I felt a simple text file with some blog settings info in it would suffice. Having used what I have running, I’d say I was correct.
We were out on the town tonight and had to stop to gas up the car. While I was fueling up, the boy opened the door, popped his head out and asked:
“Dad, why is the red gas special?”
Me: “Huh?”
The Boy: “What does the special gas do?”
He was referring to the gas labeled as “Special” at the pump. The other grades were “Plus” and “Super.” The word “Special” was above the gas nozzle as white on a red background.
Somewhat flummoxed, I stammered for a simple explanation to explain the differences in the gas grades. I came up with the brilliant “It burns hotter…”
The boy’s response was better:
“I thought it would make the car fly.”
I recovered in time to tell him that’s what the “Super” gas does.
I post this knowing full well it’s probably not worth it, but what the hell. I haven’t seen anyone else ask them and they seemed kind of obvious.
First, if the planet and our existence is in peril according to “settled” science, and then evidence surfaces that maybe, possibly, science was wrong, isn’t that a good thing? I mean, can’t we all take a deep breath and thank our lucky stars that, in fact, it looks like the global warming apocalypse might not occur after all? Has anyone else looked at Climategate through that lens? Or is it just me?
Second, if you’ve spent your entire life believing in something and then evidence surfaces that you’ve been duped, shouldn’t you be mad at the dupers? I mean, you’ve put your LIFE into this stuff, and now this comes out? Isn’t the sane thing to tar-and-feather the jackasses who’ve been manipulating you all these years?
Now admittedly… that’s more than 2 questions. But the others were kind of supplemental ones…
Slightly more seriously, I know what the answer to these questions are- or at least what the likely response to them would be.. Still, it’s striking to me there haven’t been any global warming believers express any emotion other than “It just CAN’T be true. The science is on OUR side.” Along similar lines, I wonder what it would take for GW proponents to admit they’d been mislead?
The Wife did something she hadn’t done in 30 years: ice skating.
The boy has been learning to skate for the purposes of a youth hockey league thing. He’s getting there, but the only chance he’s had to get on the ice are the Sunday mornings when his “Learn-to-skate” time. Today we decided to take him again in the evening when the rink has a family skate time as well.