Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Teaching Windows 101

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If I teach my digital photography class again, I'll begin with what I did last night in the third session of the current class - the file architecture of the PC.

Fortunately, everyone in the class is using a PC running either Windows XP or Windows Vista, so we're all on the same page as far as operating systems go.

It's becoming clearer with every session that the real problem for most of my students isn't how to take a picture, but how to get it into their computer and then how to find it later and work with it.

During the first class session, one woman summed up her course goals, saying, "I just want to be able to take a picture, get it into my computer and email it to my friends."

I'm working with people who have little or no computer skills, but bought cameras that demand a certain level of computer knowledge.

So when I loaded images from their memory cards for review and critique last night, I did it on the projector screen, showing them step-by-step how to insert the card into the card reader, how Windows recognizes the connection and offers choices of running a slideshow, copying the images, etc., how to click on Start, My Computer, and the card reader icon, and how to select the images to be copied to the hard drive.

I was startled to discover that most of the students didn't know you can select a batch of files by left clicking on the first one, scrolling to the end and doing a Shift+left click to select everything in between.

I could spend a whole class session on how to do the basic Windows stuff as it pertains to images. In fact, I think that should be next week's class. The sooner this problem is addressed, the sooner we can get back to the subject of taking good photographs.

And yes, there is some progress. The woman I thought might be hopeless - the one who mistook the power button for the shutter - brought in a card with photos of her home and her husband. So she's gone from not being able to take a picture to shooting scenes she likes.

Monday, September 22, 2008

About reporters

Skip Hess passed on this observation about reporters:

 

Andrew Ferguson, writing in The Weekly Standard about the Newseum in D.C. says this about reporters:

"What do journalists do? They call people on the phone, they ask questions, they talk, they type, they read newspapers and magazines and boring government documents, they type some more, they go one place or another to look at something or other, they jot in their notebooks, they type some more, they think a little, they pause for a minute to sip coffee before they go back to typing. The dough's not very good. The hours are erratic. Most of your colleagues are slobs. You'll never have a proper office unless you become an editor. Your fellow citizens assume you're an arrogant ass."

Held hostage again

I'm up against a 2 p.m. deadline today on a story for the Sun's progress section on a local bank.

It's pretty much a no-brainer short story. They're doing one on every bank in town.

I had hoped to make the calls to get started on this thing last Friday, but I felt so wretched with sniffling, sneezing and coughing, that I took Maria's advice and put it off until today.

Now I'm stuck in the loop, waiting for a call-back because the person I need to talk with is in a meeting. Other than hating to work for Gannett, this is one of the main reasons why I got out of newspaper writing - you never, ever can reach somebody on the first call. Never.

So you spend your time sitting by the phone waiting for them to return your call and hoping they call soon enough to make your deadline.

I'm still waiting for a call from the public works director. I called his office last Tuesday or Wednesday and was assured he would call me back. That was for a story I turned in Friday.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

About this Hollister stuff...

Here's where I sound even more like a cranky old man.

People my age should keep their opinions to themselves when it comes to high school and college clothing styles, but I can't help weighing in on Hollister stuff.hollister

About every fifth kid you see at the mall here is wearing something emblazoned with the Hollister name and, of course, there is a Hollister Co. shop in the mall.

I would bet next month's Social Security check (how's that for staking my claim to geezerhood?) that 90 percent - maybe more - can't find Hollister on a map.

The ones wearing the Hollister Beach Club shirts strike me as the most clueless because Hollister, Calif., for which all this stuff is named, is about 27 highway miles from the nearest beach.

Hollister was created by parent company Abercrombie & Fitch to market Southern California surfing lifestyle-inspired duds. According to Wikipedia, a study by U.S. Bancorp Piper Jaffray found the Hollister brand ranked first for four consecutive seasons since 3007 as the top clothing brand among teens.

I've been to Hollister, which makes it even more puzzling to me that kids have seized upon it as some kind of surfer lifestyle glamour destination. Hollister is a dusty little California valley town of about 34,400 people. It's just down the road from Gilroy, the garlic capital of the world and northeast of Salinas (the hometown of author John Steinbeck that shows up in the song "Me and Bobby McGee). The town was named for W.W. Hollister, a rancher in the area.

If you want a closer look at Hollister, go there via Google Maps  where you can take a street-level photo tour of the whole town. Let me know it you see anything that suggests surfing.

The national spotlight fell upon Hollister over the Fourth of July weekend in 1947 when an estimated 4,000 motorcyclists took over the town, wrecking bars, fighting and generally raising drunken hell. The incident inspired the classic Marlon Brando movie, "The Wild Ones" and was a strong influence in the evolution of the biker lifestyle. Which has absolutely nothing to do with surfing.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

No-speed Internet

Our cable TV provider, IncCo with offices in Batesville, Ark., is also our Internet service provider.

We have what is presumably high-speed Internet, but lately it's been no-speed Internet.

It ranges from frequent drop-outs during the day to sub-dialup slowness in the evenings to the point of unusability.

The speed drops off sharply after 4 p.m., which makes me wonder if I'm not fighting my neighbors for bandwidth.

I tried calling the cable company this morning, but they've changed their voicemail menu to eliminate the options of calls about Internet or Cable TV.

Grrrrr.

Friday, September 19, 2008

It's a CAPTCHA

We've all seen these things, set up at various websites to foil computers posing as real humans.

But did you know they have a name?Captcha

They're CAPTCHAS. That's a somewhat contrived acronym for "Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and HumansApart" coined in 2000 by the geeks at Carnegie Mellon University and IBM who created them.

The Turing test is a proposal for a test of a machine's ability to demonstrate intelligence. Described by Alan Turing in the 1950 paper "Computing Machinery and Intelligence." 

So now you know.

A summer cold is an ugly animal

There was a cold remedy commercial years ago with the theme, "A summer cold is an ugly animal."

I have one and, yes, it is.red nose

I'm supposed to be working on a freelance story that's due on Monday and I need to make some phone calls, but I'm loathe to do it when I may explode in a spasm of sneezing or coughing.

The cold was an unintentional gift from my wife, but she is disappointingly unsympathetic.

She soldiers on in the face of illness like most women do. I collapse into a whining puddle like most men do. It's our nature. Deal with it.

I think I'll put my phone calls off until after lunch and see how I feel then.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Really stupid pet tricks

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I'll bet he hasn't even read "Mein Kampf."

What a poser.

(Found on the Internet, of course.)

Soooooo close

I'm only a few ad-clicks away from the threshold for getting paid through AdSense.

I get a few cents for every click on those little ad boxes under the first three blog posts and when the total hits $100, they cut me a check.

As of this moment, the total stands at $97.38.

So if you have a moment, do me a huge favor and click an ad or two.

Please.

Thanks.

Run-flat tires for BMWs - cars, that is

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My Windows Live Mail email client went "plink" a moment ago and I found spam from BMW telling me about their run-flat tires.

"Resilient rubber-reinforced sidewalls and heat-resistant rubber compounds allow you to travel up to 150 miles at 50 mph with a punctured tire," they say.

That's all very nice if your BMW is a car. My BMWs are motorcycles and I sure as hell could have used this kind of technology a couple of months ago when I had a flat rear tire just outside Kit Carson, Colo. and required a tow truck to haul my bike 100 miles back to Colorado Springs.

From the tone of the email, one might conclude that the stuffed shirts on the car side of BMW don't even know the company makes motorcycles.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Still learning

When I agreed to teach a digital photography course at the Senior Life Center, I did so with the expectation that I would learn a thing or two as well.d200  dvd

I was right.

One of the guys in the class lent me a copy of the Magic Lantern DVD instructional series on the D200 and I'm about a third of the way through it.

I knew most of the stuff, but there are some tricks buried deep in the nearly 100 function menus that are new to me.

Like, for instance, I never realized the camera has a setting to shoot in black-and-white. So what, you might ask. Why not shoot everything in color and use Photoshop to make black-and-whites? True, but this makes it possible to use long-neglected B&W filters - like red to make white clouds pop in a dark blue sky - and get black-and-white images that might not be possible, or at least not easy, with Photoshop.

Sorta reminds me of when I was a motorcycle instructor for the Motorcycle Safety Foundation. I learned something new every time I taught a course.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

OK, it's a computer course

As I suspected, the digital photography class I'm teaching at the Senior Life Center is turning out to be as much about computers as it is about photography.

Two of the older women in the class were chatting before we got things started last night one one asked the other, "Do you have Vista?"

"No, I have an HP," came the reply.

The HP lady also couldn't figure out how to get her camera's software CD into her computer. She tried poking it through the crack above the CD tray but stopped when she realized it didn't fit and she didn't want to break anything.

She was amazed when I showed her how that little button on the left side of my laptop made the CD drawer pop out.

She's the same one who was having trouble taking pictures last week because she was pushing the "off" button instead of the shutter button.

I fear my dissertation on shutter speed, aperture, ISO, and depth of field was lost on her. And maybe on one or two others.

I illustrated the way small apertures increase depth of field by passing around a piece of cardboard with a pinhole in it and having them remove their glasses and peer through the pinhole. Voila! Everything became amazingly clear.

BMW rider friend Deb is in the class and amazed me by showing up on the dot at 6:30 p.m., having ridden home from Indianapolis yesterday and arriving at her house about 5 p.m. That's commitment.

New Walmart logo - some history

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This is the new logo for Walmart, inaugurated this summer.

I checked the company site and was surprised to find it's the fifth since the company was founded in 1962.

9208 This is the logo we've been looking at since 1992.

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And this was on the storefronts from 1981-92.

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Walmart favored this Western-looking logo from 1964 to 1981.

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When Sam Walton founded the empire, they weren't picky about fonts. It appeared in whatever font the printer had handy.

6881  The Discount City mark was used in print advertising, on uniforms and smocks, in-store signing and other things, but it was never used as building signage or in an annual report. It was around from 1961-81.

So now you know.

Getting educated about Arkansas

I've been reading "Arkansas: A Narrative History" by Jeannie M. Whayne, Thomas A. Deblack, George Sabo III, and Morris S. Arnold.

I picked it up in a Barnes & Noble in North Little Rock on March 24 ark histwhile Maria was at a seminar in downtown Little Rock. I read a few passages from the comfort of a bookstore armchair, but didn't feel like paying the $34.95 list price.

I came home and looked it up on Amazon.com, but found used copies were still more than $20.

So when my birthday rolled around in July, Maria bought me a copy and I got serious about learning the history of my new home.

Arkansas was a frontier state for a long time and it was relatively late in getting civilized.

But I was stunned when I read this passage about education in pre-Civil War Arkansas:

If organized religion made inroads into antebellum Arkansas, public education largely did not. From its inception, the state lagged behind much of the rest of the nation in the education of its citizens. While there was no public taxation to support the creation and operation of schools, the federal government subsidized education in the state by setting aside the sixteenth section of every township for the support of local schools and two townships for the creation and support of a university. But the revenue generated from leasing these lands proved insufficient to support a public school system, and the problem was compounded by a haphazard system of organization and administration

The effort to establish a viable school system was further hampered by what one state official described as "the indifference that pervades the public mind on the subject of education." As a result, no viable system of public education was established and no public university was founded in the state before the Civil War. Many wealthy Arkansans employed private tutors for their children and opposed the use of tax money for public education. Many poorer Arkansans had neither the time, the money, nor the inclination  to pay for their children's education, through taxes or otherwise. Thus, for the majority of the state's citizens, the education system remained a hodgepodge of public schools and private academies manned by underpaid and often incompetent teachers.

A comparison with Michigan, Arkansas's sister state, is revealing. The two states entered the Union within a year of one another (June 1836 and January 1837) and had at the time approximately the same populations. Yet by 1850 Michigan had 2,714 public schools to Arkansas's 353 and 110,445 pupils in public schools compared to Arkansas's 8,493. Michigan derived $88,879 for public schools from taxes, while Arkansas collected $250. Michigan reported 7,912 adult white illiterates, Arkansas 16,819. In addition, Michigan had 280 public libraries containing 65,116 volumes, while Arkansas had one public library with 250 volumes.

Even by Southern standards, Arkansas fared poorly. As late as 1980, when North Carolina enrolled more than two-thirds of its white school population for an average term of four months, about half of Arkansas's school-age children did not attend any school at all. Most of the rest attended only sporadically.

So, given that historical context, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the American Legislative Exchange Council ranked Arkansas 44th among the 50 states in its 2007 Education Report Card. (Michigan was 33rd and I'm pleased to say my home state of Indiana was 22nd. Minnesota ranked first.)

Comedian Lewis Black, in one of his monologues, quotes former President Bill Clinton as saying more than 100 times during his presidential campaign that one of his proudest accomplishments while he was governor of Arkansas was to raise the state's schools from 50th to 49th place.

"How do you take a school system from 50th to 49th?" Black asked, "What's the miracle? Pencils?"

"I actually have a theory," he said. "I think they shot some dumb kids."

Monday, September 15, 2008

Hey, Gail's famous!

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Gail Hatch, a BMW motorcycle rider, member of the BMW MOA board of directors and author of the sheridesabeemer blog featured over there on the right side of this page, is on the cover of the October issue of the American Motorcyclist Association's magazine, along with her 12-year-old daughter Lisa.

And oh, by the way, she rides a blue BMW K1200GT exactly like mine.

The magazine features Gail's first long-haul ride with her daughter from their home in Nashua, NH to the Pacific Coast and back in 2007. Gail and Lisa covered about 9,000 miles in 35 days, riding through 25 states and one Canadian province and they did it on Gail's other bike, a K75 not too different from my wife Maria's '94 K75S.

Go read the background on Gail's blog.

These are the clowns Steve Jobs picked to have exclusive access to the iPhone

Maria picked up the phone to call her office about 10:30 a.m. and got no dial tone.at&t

I checked all of the other phones in the house and confirmed our service is out.

So I went online to our AT&T account to look for a number to call on a cell phone. I got, instead, a notice that they are experiencing trouble in our area and expect to have service restored by no later than 11 p.m. Tuesday.

Tuesday. As in tomorrow. As in more than 18 hours from now.

The good news is that I was able to activate call forwarding online, so all of the nuisance calls to our house will go to my cell phone.

Sunrise on Crowley's Ridge

I was up at 5 a.m. today thanks to a bad dream and worries about getting the Thorntown house sold.

Maria doesn't have to be at work until 1 p.m., so I crept out of the bedroom and up to the office.

The dogs decided it was time to start their day about an hour later and I walked out onto the back patio with them to savor the deliciously cool morning air. It was 55 degrees - a consequence of the cold front that swept in from the northwest after Ike left town - and it's starting to feel autumnal.

I've got the office window open next to my desk, so I can hear the birds and the traffic on U.S. 49 and watch the banker and his grade school principal wife heading off to work. I haven't seen the newspaper carrier, so I suppose he got there before I took up my vigil.

The rising sun slanting through the trees and painting stripes across the lawns in our little wooded subdivision is gorgeous this morning.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Live and Let Die

From today's London Daily Express website:
By Dennis Rice

SIR Paul McCartney has been threatened that he will be the target of suicide bombers unless he abandons plans to play his first concert in Israel.

Self-styled preacher of hate Omar Bakri claimed the former Beatle’s decision to take part in the Jewish state’s 60th anniversary paul celebrations had made him an enemy of all Muslims.
Sources said Sir Paul was shocked but refused to be intimidated.
In an interview with Israeli media yesterday he said: “I was approached by different groups and political bodies who asked me not to come here. I refused. I do what I think and I have many friends who support Israel.”
Sir Paul, 65, should have gone to Israel with the Beatles in 1965 but they were barred by the Jewish nation’s government over fears they would corrupt young people.
Yesterday a number of websites described him as an infidel and suggested he was going to Israel only because of the reported £2.3m fee for the one-off concert.
A message posted on one website said: “Shame on you Paul McCartney for day trippin’ to apartheid Israel” and vowed never to buy his music again.
Bakri, who made his weekly Internet broadcast to fellow extremists from his home in Lebanon, where he has lived in exile since being banned from returning to Britain, said Sir Paul was “making more enemies than friends”.

Syrian-born Bakri, 48, went on: “I heard today that the pop star Paul McCartney is playing as a part of the celebrations.
“If you speak about the holocaust and its authenticity never being proved historically in the way the Jewish community portray it, people will arrest you. People will you say you should not speak like this. Yet they go and celebrate the anniversary of 60 years of what?
“Instead of supporting the people of Palestine in their suffering, McCartney is celebrating the atrocities of the occupiers. The one who is under occupation is supposed to be getting the help.
“And so I believe for Paul McCartney, what he is doing really is creating more enemies than friends.”
Explaining his comments, Bakri told the Sunday Express: “Our enemy’s friend is our enemy.
“Thus Paul McCartney is the enemy of every Muslim. We have what we call ‘sacrifice’ operatives who will not stand by while he joins in a celebration of their oppression.
“If he values his life Mr McCartney must not come to Israel. He will not be safe there. The sacrifice operatives will be waiting for him.”
Lawyer Anjem Choudary, who last week chaired a meeting in London at which extremists claimed the next 9/11-style atrocity would be in Britain, said Sir Paul had allowed himself to become a propaganda tool for Israel.
He added: “Muslims have every right to be angry at Paul McCartney. How would the world react if he wanted to have a
concert in occupied Kashmir?
“They would not allow it to happen but because it is Israel he can play. A country which, as the celebration indicates did not exist 60 years ago, only exists thanks to stealing and occupying another country’s lands.” Yesterday the comments drew condemnation from Palestinian sources and outsiders.
Omar Barghouti, of The Palestinian Campaign for the Academic and Cultural Boycott of Israel, described the threat as “deplorable”.
Patrick Mercer, the Conservative MP for Newark and a former Shadow Security Minister, said: “One could dismiss Bakri as a ranting extremist but history has shown that he has an ability to twist minds, so his comments should not be underestimated.
“If Sir Paul McCartney wants to play at the 60th anniversary then it is the worst form of illiberalism for Omar Bakri to restrict the artist’s freedom in this way.”
A spokesman for Sir Paul declined to comment on the threat, saying: “Paul’s Friendship First concert is about his music. Paul’s is a message of peace.”
Tickets for the concert range from £70 to £230.
Last night Sir Paul performed his first concert in the Ukraine, playing to tens of thousands in the capital Kiev.

Not trying very hard

Don't believe Hillary or Bill Clinton when they hit the campaign trail for Barack Obama between now and election day.

Hillary raised and spent nearly $235 million in her bid for the Hillary_ObamaDemocrat nomination and was in debt by another $20.8 million as of last May. There is no doubt in anyone's mind that she was as serious as a heart attack about being president.

If Obama wins, it could be another eight years before she gets another shot and by that time Joe Biden may be the presumptive candidate.

But if the voters relegate Obama to also-ran obscurity as they did with that Kerry guy and that Gore fellow, she gets to try it again in four years.

Does anyone really think she's given up on her dream?

Bringing home the gold

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Our friend Lauri rules!laurisimpsonoriginal

She won First Place for Best Creative Advertising Designer of all Indiana daily newspapers with circulation between 6,000 and 14,999 Friday evening in the Hoosier State Press Association Advertising Contest.

She's taken home two firsts and a third place award over the last three years, competing against papers nearly twice as large as hers.

There are no words to say how proud we are of her.

Preparing for Monday night's digital photo class

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Maria's gone grocery shopping and I'm assembling a PowerPoint presentation for my class on digital photography tomorrow evening.

I used to hate PowerPoint, having sat through dozens of insanely tedious examples at school board meetings and other gatherings back when I was an education writer for The Indianapolis Star's Metro North Bureau.

Now I realize the problem wasn't with PowerPoint - it was with the unimaginative dopes who just dumped their talking points onto slides and then read them to the audience straight off of the screen.

For what it's worth, I'm using Impress, the PowerPoint clone that comes with the free OpenOffice.org office suite. I build the slides on my laptop, then burn the presentation to CD-ROM and run it from our laptop connected to a nifty Dell projector.

Tomorrow's presentation will deal with exposure, aperture, shutter speed, depth of field, stuff like that.

Our visit with Ike

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What was left of Ike blew through here overnight.

We awoke to gusting west winds and a yard full of tree branches of varying sizes. There was a large limb on the patio - fortunately it missed the grill and outdoor fireplace - but coupled with the still somewhat scary wind, it kept Pete the Timid Aussie on the porch.

I finally walked him out into the yard so he could do his business. I think he was grateful.

It was gusting to about 50 mph up around the treetops and I watched one of the taller trees in the woods west of our house snap. I heard a loud crack, then moments later saw the top 20 feet or so of the tree fall and then dangle by a few splinters.

So I guess I'm finally going to have to fire up the chainsaw I bought last winter and carve the fallen limbs into logs for our outdoor fireplace. The largest deadfall I can see from the house came down exactly where I've been seeing the 6-foot Blue Racer. I expect to see him when I go out to saw the branch into firewood.

It's amazing to consider that the wind energy that made a mess of our yard was born near the Azores and trashed Haiti and Cuba, Galveston and Houston before visiting us.

It's making people miserable in Missouri and Illinois now and will doubtless dampen the spirits of our friends at the MotoGP motorcycle races in Indianapolis today.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Snake sighting

cartoon_snake I surprised an Eastern Racer - what my Dad used to call a Blue Racer - on my first lap around the yard on my mower this afternoon.
It was near the woods on the southwest corner of our lot - the same place where I saw one a couple of months ago. Chances are, it's the same individual.
He was hauling ass for the woods when I noticed him, then he froze as I got about 20 feet away. That's their strategy, to hold still and hope they haven't been noticed. I shouted and clapped my hands and he took off again, disappearing into the woods.
I remained vigilant, but saw no more snakes.
The 25-song blues playlist was exactly the right length to get me through the lawn mowing.

The Genius of Apple

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I didn't buy one of the new iPods this week - the new Touch is supremely tempting, but doesn't have nearly enough capacity for my needs - but I did install the new iTunes 8.0.

Genius is the big new feature of iTunes 8.0 and it's already having an effect on how I use my 3-year-old 60GB iPod Classic.

Once you've downloaded and installed the new version of iTunes, you activate Genius by uploading data to Apple about your music library (yeah, I had a moment of paranoia about that).

Then, every time you select a song, the Genius panel to the right shows you similar music you can buy from the iTunes Store. I suppose some people will take the bait on that one, but I haven't bought anything from the iTunes Store in months - ever since I took my online music business to Amazon.com.

But the really cool feature for me is the Genius playlists.

Select a song you like, then click on the little Genius spinning electrons logo at the bottom right of the iTunes frame and voila! - you see a 25-song playlist of similar music drawn from your own iTunes library. You can also set it to create playlists of 50, 75 or 100 songs.

Here's an example. I selected Junior Wells' Messin' With the Kid and Genius built a playlist that includes:

  • Lie to Me - Jonny Lang
  • Texas Flood - Stevie Ray Vaughn
  • The Things I Used to Do - Stevie Ray Vaughn
  • The Seventh Son - Tab Benoit
  • Route 66 - Billy Branch
  • Every Day I have the Blues - Professor Longhair
  • Highwayman - Tinsley Ellis
  • I'm the Zydeco Man - Clifton Chenier
  • Going to the River - Robbie Robertson
  • Shake for Me - Stevie Ray Vaughn
  • Too Sick to Pray - A3
  • Let's Make It - John Lee Hooker
  • Mean Cheatin' Woman - Dr. John
  • She's Looking Good - Canned Heat
  • The Stumble - Henry Vestine
  • Juke Box Mama - Sonny Landreth
  • Mojo Hand - Lightnin' Hopkins
  • Born in Chicago - Paul Butterfield
  • Messin' With the Kid - Buddy Guy and Junior Wells
  • Work Song - Paul Butterfield
  • Come on in my Kitchen - Robert Johnson
  • Ain't Gone n Give Up on Love - Stevie Ray Vaughn
  • Tin Pan Alley - Stevie Ray Vaughn
  • You got What I want - Tab Benoit

That playlist was a little heavy on Stevie Ray Vaughn, so I re-selected the Junior Wells song and tried again. Fortunately, my blues collection is deep enough - I have almost 10,000 songs in my library - that Genius came up with a whole new playlist - this time more diverse and balanced.

The new iPods can generate Genius playlists on their own, but those of us with the older models have to do it in iTunes. I don't mind that minor inconvenience. It's a great addition to an already free download.

Looks like a stormy Sunday

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We awoke to sunny skies, but the outer cloud bands of Hurricane Ike are moving in. Looking out my office window, I can see low clouds moving rapidly from south to north.

There's no rain on the radar within about 300 miles, so I'll have plenty of time to mow the lawn as long as I get it done today.

A large contingent of the BMW Riders of the Mid-South, including our Jonesboro friends Charlie and Deb, rode up to Indianapolis for the MotoGP motorcycle races at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Looks like they're going to have a very wet and unpleasant ride home tomorrow and/or Monday. I considered going along, but worried that I might not have time to get back to teach my digital photography class Monday evening. I made the right decision.

Friday, September 12, 2008

The hurricane, not the president

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Several Jonesboro gas station operators, notably the Kum & Go folks, jacked their prices up significantly overnight. Kum & Go was charging $4.29/gallon this morning while Conoco was charging $3.69. The Super D drugstore/gas station on Stadium Avenue had regular at $3.69 at 9 a.m., but bumped it up to $3.75 by 9:30 a.m.

I gassed about 9:20 a.m. at Sam's Club and paid $3.60, the same price Kroger was charging. By noon, Kroger had raised their price to $3.99.

A mid-afternoon check of arkansasgasprices.com showed the $4.29 being charged by Kum & Go and five other stations in Jonesboro and nearby Paragould are the highest prices reported in the entire statae. The statewide average is $3.82 and the lowest is $3.42 at Sam's Club in Fort Smith. The national average stands at $3.71. (This time last year, Arkansans were paying $2.76/gallon.)

Gov. Mike Beebe invoked emergency price controls, which presumably freezes gas prices and prevents gouging, but it remains to be seen whether the profiteers will comply.

Ten Signs You Might Be a Member of the Taliban

Got this in an email this morning from BMW motorcycle friend Rich Nathan:

10. You refine heroin for a living, but you have a moral objection to beer.
9. You own a $300 machine gun, a $5,000 rocket launcher, but you can't afford shoes.
8. You have more wives than teeth.
7. You think vests come in two styles: bullet-proof and suicide.
6. You can't think of anyone you HAVEN'T declared Jihad against.
5. You consider television dangerous, but routinely carry grenades in your robe.
4. You've never been asked, "Does this burka make my ass look big?"
3. You have yet to discover that cell phones have uses other than setting off roadside bombs.
2. A common compliment is, "I love what you've done with your cave."


And, the NUMBER ONE SIGN you might be a member of the Taliban:


1. You wipe your ass with your bare hand, but consider bacon unclean.

Thanks,Ike

Waiting in a long line at Sam's Club to buy $3.60/gallon gasoline.
Fortunately, the line moved quickly and I got to a pump after only about 18 minutes of waiting.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Never Forget

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This is my nomination for the greatest newspaper front page headline of all time, although I would have liked something stronger - like Motherfuckers!

Let the Bush-haters say what they like, Osama and his band of psychopaths have been on the run ever since and there have been no more attacks on U.S. soil.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Yikes!

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The apparently rare imported CD of the 1975 Lou Reed Live album is $38.99 on Amazon.com.

I just digitized my extremely clean LP version for free.

Hand me down my Phasmatodea

This is the season in Northeast Arkansas for an order of bugs walking stick 01commonly known as walking sticks.

I started seeing them about three or four weeks ago and they seem to have an affinity for our garage door.

When I came home from having lunch downtown with Maria today, I noticed one on the overhead door and two on the door frame.

There are more than 3,000 species of these bugs that look like a small stick or twig. On closer examination, it becomes apparent that they have four legs (Does that means it's actually not and insect, since insects have six legs?) and what looks like a pair of eyes on long stalks running parallel with a pair of antennae.

The name Phasmatodea  is derived from the Greek "phasma" meaning an apparition or phantom, and refers to the resemblance of many species to sticks or leaves.

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The lovely Lauri points out that I mistook the front pair of legs for eyes on stalks. Doh!

Then this would be the "face" with brown eyes on either side.

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Fear and Loathing in the browser wars

Like a lot of other people, I've been wondering why Google created Chrome, its new browser released earlier this month.

Tech blogger Robert X. Cringely offers the most plausible explanation so far in his blog, I, Cringely.

The short version speculates that the folks at Google - whose lifeblood is online advertising - came to the chilling realization that Microsoft could cripple them, maybe even wipe them out, by simply turning off advertising in the Internet Explorer browser.

Statistics from w3schools.com show that as of last month, Microsoft's Internet Explorer - versions 5, 6, and 7 - had about half of the marketplace:

IE7 IE6 IE5 Firefox Mozilla Suite Safari Opera
26.0% 24.5% 0.1% 43.7% 0.5% 2.6% 2.1%

 

Internet Explorer 8 has been released in Beta version since those stats were compiled, but its market share is probably still negligible since only geeks (myself included) get involved with Beta versions of new software.

(I'm regretting it already because IE8 is proving to be horribly buggy. I'm bouncing back and forth between it and Chrome. Chrome is simpler and marginally faster and has yet to crash on me, but it doesn't have plug-ins and I really like having my bookmarks on Delicious.)

The Fabulous Poodles

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This is one of the vinyl LPs I most wanted to rescue from oblivion by digitizing it for replay on CD and iPod and I got the job done yesterday.

Mine is a review copy that was sent to The Indianapolis News in 1978, complete with 8x10 black-and-white glossy photo, press release and poster.

I never understood why these guys didn't make it because this is a killer album. As far as I can tell, it was never released on CD. Amazon.com has two used copies of the LP for $10 and $19.99.

Seven of the 10 tracks turned up in 1995 on a kind of greatest hits CD titled His Master's Choice. It's out of print and I found one copy available on Amazon.com for $199.99.

The Fabulous Poodles released their second LP - Think Pink - in 1979 and Amazon.com has one used copy for $9.95.

All 10 of the tracks on Mirror Stars are brilliantly crafted, well-performed pop songs that I have a hard time getting out of my head. One song was used by John Entwhistle on a solo album and the whole thing has a Who-ish vibe to it.

Small wonder, since the enclosed biography from Epic Records says the leader, tony de Meur, claims the Who and Tom Waits as influences.

So now I am most certainly the only guy in Arkansas with the first Fabulous Poodles album on his iPod. How's that for a distinction?



Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Off to a good start

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I taught my first session of the St. Bernards Senior Life Center digital photography class last night and was generally pleased with the way things went.

I think the final count was about 10 students and, as I expected, there is a wide range of photographic skill in the class, running from the woman who kept pressing the "off" button to take a picture to some folks who used to process their own film. The woman with glasses in the center of the photo is the only one with a digital SLR and she's catching on quickly.

I was able to clear up a lot of photographic mysteries in the Q&A part of the class and we ran out of time before we had a chance to really get into the Looking At Pictures part of the program. No problem. We have seven more sessions and there will be plenty of time to look at photos and discuss what's right and what's wrong with them.

I thought this might be fun and it is.

Maria came along to help and did a good job of filling in the gaps and showing some of our photo equipment to the folks in the class.

Monday, September 08, 2008

Bringing, taking, going away

I had a long-distance relationship with a woman who lived on Long Island several years ago and it sharpened my awareness of the difference in word choices between Midwesterners and people on the East Coast.

Like bring/take. New Yorkers, especially, flip the use of these words. I would say, "I will take my laptop with me when I go to the mountains," because "take" means to carry something away from the location of the speaker and "bring" means to have something in one's possession while away from where it normally belongs.

She would reverse the usage.

And then there is "going away," which I gather is the operative term for traveling, going out of town, going on vacation, etc. The first time I heard it, it sounded so mysterious and final, sorta like, "I am going to disappear."

And it's clear that New Yorkers don't understand the distinction between "garbage" and "trash." They don't realize that garbage is food waste and trash is everything else you throw away, or take away, or bring away.

I'm going to go away.

What? Another browser?

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I now have four Internet browsers on my desktop computer, having installed Google's new product called Chrome. Chrome was released earlier this month and I learned about it from a podcast while driving to my eye doc appointment this morning.

It looks pretty straightfoward and simple and renders my blog OK. I'll write more after I've had time to explore it.

Speaking of Exploring things, I can report that Internet Explorer 8 is buggy as hell. It locks up tight whenever I try to access my favorites (bookmarks). Fortunately, I transferred all of my IE bookmarks to Delicious.com a week or so before I "upgraded" to IE8. The bad thing about IE upgrades is that they install on top of the previous version and, if you hate the new version you're screwed because you can't go back.

My son Steve swears by Apple's browser Safari - says it loads sites much faster than IE. I've not noticed any significant speed difference with Safari. Leo Laporte says Chrome is build on the same architecture as Safari, so maybe you should check it out, Steve.

I also have Mozilla Firefox 3 and use it occasionally, but I'm not crazy about it.

Opera is the only major browser I haven't tried and I understand Chrome has already eclipsed Opera in downloads.

I guess it's good to have choices.

What am I doing with all of these old people?

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This is the 40th anniversary reunion of the Delphi (Ind.) High School Class of 1963 back in 2003.

That's me (arrow) in the middle of the back row. Do I know where to stand, or what?

My classmates tried to railroad me into coordinating the 45th anniversary reunion and I dimly recall someone being named my co-coordinator. I checked in with Tina Tyner (brown plaid, second from right in the front row) late last summer when it became clear that we were moving to Arkansas and told her I wasn't going to be able to discharge my duties because I would be living 450 miles away. I told her I might not even make it back for the reunion, much less be available for its planning and execution.

I supposed that the reunion had gone on without me, but I got a voicemail just before Labor Day weekend from the woman who I gather has inherited the job asking if I would be able to help. I left a phone-tag-style voicemail for her explaining my situation and have heard nothing more from her. I learned from another classmate that no date has been set and there are no firm plans.

I'm kind of a reunion/nostalgia junkie, having attended every class reunion (held at five-year intervals) since 1968. I even crashed the Class of 1964's reunion 11 years ago because I had a lot of friends in that class who I hadn't seen in decades.

If I didn't already have my plate full with an unsold house, a digital photo course, a long overdue visit to my granddaughter in Las Vegas and a bunch of other things, I might be tempted to offer my assistance from afar. But I don't have that luxury here in Arkansas and I'll just have to stifle that impulse.

Besides, all of those people are so damned old.

Waiting

I'm in my eye doctor's waiting room this morning because the redness and discomfort that developed in my right eye late last week is worse.
Never a dull moment, eh?

Later:
The doc says it's nothing really serious like an infected corneal abradion - just some inflammation that we're treating with steroid eyedrops and anti-inflammatory meds. He wants me back a week from Wednesday for follow-up. In the meantime, it's glasses and no contacts.
He dilated my pupils just for good measure and sent me out into the blazing Arkansas morning sun with sunglasses inserts for my glasses. Now, at 1:45 p.m., I'm starting to get some clarity back in my vision.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

LIZARD!!!!!

5lined skinkI glimpsed a flash of movement by my feet as I walked from the car to the garage a few minutes ago and spied a lizard with a brilliant blue tail scurrying up the brick wall between the garage door and the electrical panel.

I called Maria out to have a look and neither of us had any idea what it was. It scooted under the electrical panel before I could bring a camera to bear.

But a Google search for "lizard blue tail" quickly revealed this photo and the information that our visitor was a five-lined skink, one of the most common lizards in the eastern United States. I guess I've not been paying attention all these years, because I don't recall ever seeing one of these guys before. It was about 5 inches long.

Getting ready

I've spent several hours this weekend preparing for the unknown - the eight-session digital photography class I'm teaching at the Senior Life Center, beginning tomorrow evening.
The woman who coordinates these things says she's pretty sure about 13 participants, but it could be more like 30.
As I mentioned some weeks ago, the challenge is to structure a course that will be useful to the complete novice whike keeping the more advanced shooters engaged.
I think I'll devote the first half of the 90-minute sessions to technical stuff and the second half to looking at and critiquing pictures.
After all, pictures are what this is all about and everyone in there ought to enjoy looking at photos.
I just bought 100 stick-on nametags which I won't be able to read in a room darkened for the computer projector. But they'll come in handy during the mid-session breaks.
I will, of course, want to see some of what the students are shooting. I'll post some of their pics here if I think they're worth sharing.

Is it the NOW or the NOC?

From the Sydney (Australia) Morning Herald:

 

Miranda Devine
September 4, 2008

You would think the prospect of a woman in the White House as US vice-president - and a working mother to boot - would be welcomed by feminists. Not one bit.

The excoriation of the Alaskan Governor, Sarah Palin, since John McCain unveiled her as his surprise running mate last week just goes to show that establishment feminists are only champions of women who subscribe to a narrow set of left-wing positions. They despise conservative women more than any man, and civil wars are always the most vicious.

Which is why the largest American feminist group, the National Organisation for Women, wasted no time issuing a statement saying it did not endorse Palin because she was not the "right woman" and did not speak "for" women.

Palin is not "for" women because she is pro-life, the organisation said. Old-school feminists have long seen abortion on demand as an article of faith, even though half of all foetuses are female and the views on abortion among women are mixed, with opposition to late-term abortions growing.

Palin calls herself a feminist. As a member of the "Feminists for Life of America" pro-life group, she's just the wrong type. "I believe in the strength and the power of women, and the potential of every human life," she says.

The youngest of her five children, four-month-old son Trig, was born with Down syndrome. The disability was picked up during the pregnancy and her choice to go to term has struck a chord with America's "faith-based community." She said of her baby in a recent interview: "I'm looking at him right now and I see perfection. Yeah, he has an extra chromosome. I keep thinking: 'In our world, what is normal and what is perfect?'."

You might think such a joyous human reaction should be applauded by anyone. But the reaction of left-wing establishment feminists to Palin is visceral hatred.

In a column titled, "A feminist appalled by Palin", The Huffington Post's Sarah Seltzer described her reaction when she heard of Palin's nomination. "I was on the elliptical trainer, and my rage propelled me to the most furious workout I've had in a while … a lot of feminists out there are appalled by the cynicism and condescension inherent in this choice … It's no rare thing for the right wing to use prominent women to keep the rest of us down. But just because Sarah Palin is a woman doesn't mean she's good for women."

But being blackballed by the National Organisation for Women and denounced by enraged lefties is a plus for Palin, whose great appeal is the nose-thumbing ballsiness of her politically incorrect persona. She's a hunting, shooting former beauty queen/mother of five/career woman with a hunky blue-collar husband who not only works on oil rigs and runs a commercial fishing operation but is part Inuit and a snowmobile racer who has been dubbed Alaska's First Dude.

Palin is just so good you wonder if she is human or a cyborg created in Republican Party headquarters.

The attacks on her expose the elitism, condescension and moral rootlessness of the feminist establishment. It will serve to shore up support for Palin among those who are not so intolerant.

Her political life story does not begin in the usual feminist training grounds, not from a desire for power but a desire to help out at her children's school. In her first speech with McCain last week she paid tribute to her husband and described how she got into politics. "We were busy raising our kids. I was serving as the team mom and coaching some basketball on the side. I got involved in the PTA [school parents' group] and then was elected to the city council and then elected mayor of my hometown."

Her political trajectory will resonate with any "average hockey mom". But anti-Palin forces in the US media have been doing their best to marginalise her as a dangerous "right-wing extremist" "fanatically anti-abortion", "hard right", "global warming-denying", a "rabid conservative", and a "fire-breather".

No evidence is produced. She has been painted as a loopy Christian proponent of creationism, hell-bent on having the theory of evolution replaced in schools. But in fact, in what appears to be her trademark reasonable style, this is what she said about creationism in 2006 while running for the Alaskan governorship.

"I don't think there should be a prohibition against debate if it comes up in class. It doesn't have to be part of the curriculum … Don't be afraid of information."

She is attacked as a homophobe, yet her first veto as Governor was to block legislation taking away health benefits from same-sex partners of public service employees.

This week she was branded a liar, covering up the fact that Trig was the child of her 17-year-old daughter, Bristol. The story wasn't true but it developed such momentum she was forced to reveal Bristol was pregnant and was planning to marry the father.

It does sound like a soap opera, but busy real lives can get messy, as anyone with one knows.

Then there is the question of Trig, who Palin is reportedly still breast-feeding. "What I've had to do … is, in the middle of the night, put down the BlackBerry and pick up the breast pump," she said last week.

How can a mother of five with a disabled baby manage to campaign for the vice-presidency while giving adequate attention to her children? Does it expose a selfish ambition? These are questions being asked most prominently by feminist women, of all people. As The New York Times put it: "Palin has set off a fierce argument among women about whether there are enough hours in the day for her to take on the vice-presidency, and whether she is right to try."

But these questions would not be asked of a man, and in any case Palin's husband Todd has taken leave from his job to take care of his family. Palin's family choices are not what every mother wants but they are choices plenty of our most accomplished women have made for at least two generations.

Palin is a woman who does seem to be able to do it all, yet feminists don't believe she should. So who is holding women back from the glass ceiling?

Digitized

night train

To the best of my knowledge, this great album - Night Train by Buddy Morrow and his Orchestra - was never released as a CD.

I got my copy around 1959 when I joined the Columbia Record Club as a high school freshman. There's no copyright date on the album, but the liner notes reference Buddy Morrow and his band playing in "all 48 states," which means it was written prior to Alaska statehood on Jan. 3, 1959. Consequently, it's at least 50 years old.

Anyhow, I'm pleased to have this old favorite from my early high school years in my iPod at last.

Now, on to other music I haven't heard since I converted to CDs...

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Howl yes


Sporting my new ASU Red Wolves shirt at Barnes & Noble. Today is ASU's first home football game and the tailgate parties were going full blast when we drove past the stadium.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Gooooooooooooooooobertown!

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Now that Lauri has received her pink Goobertown t-shirt, I can post this photo of Morgan at the Goobertown Grocery sporting her black version.S/W Ver: 96.B0.0FR

The folks who run the store have a photo of country singer Trace Adkins - the guy who sang the National Anthem to open tonight's session of the Republican National Convention - wearing an identical black Goobertown t-shirt while performing in concert.

All the best people have them...

I'll need one if I decide to attend the Delphi (Ind.) High School Class of 1963 reunion this fall.

Lipstick

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Hi. My name is John and I'm a Saraholic.

Digitizing

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After a couple of false starts, I'm up and running in my effort to digitize the best of my old vinyl.

My first project with the Numark TT-USB turntable Dom gave me was the 1977 Electric Light Orchestra album Out of the Blue. I think I only eloplayed it once and that was to make a cassette recording of it. After I got into cassette recording, my habit was to play the vinyl album once for recording purposes and then file it. Consequently, I have a lot of really pristine vinyl.

I was never a big ELO fan, but Maria and her brothers were/are because ELO was popular during their formative years. So I figured Maria should be the first beneficiary of my work.

The recommended software is a freeware program called Audacity and it's fairly intuitive. There are more sophisticated - i.e. not free - programs out there, but this should be just fine for my iPod digitizing needs.

Shots from the road

turbine blade

Here's a wind turbine blade headed west on I-74 somewhere between Danville and Champaign, Ill.

I find it really encouraging to see the components of new wind farms on the highways. There's something about getting electricity from wind power that feels like cheating - getting something for free. I realize that it will be some time before these big wind turbines pay for themselves, but it still feels like free electricity.

circle k

And here's what the management of a Circle K gas station/convenience store in Champaign, Ill., think guys like in the way of restroom decor. You can check your weight buy condoms and get a shot of cologne all in one spot. Of course, the paper towel dispenser needed refilling and we are forced to use the loose roll of towel paper atop the cologne dispenser.


The final stats from my Garmin GPS:
Total miles: 968.5
Moving time: 15 hours, 47 minutes
Moving average speed: 61.3 mph
Maximum speed: 80.7 mph

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Indiana report


OK, so I didn't update from the road yesterday.

My focus on was on driving and it's a hassle to try to blog from a Treo smartphone while I'm at the wheel. Dangerous too.

It's about 10:45 a.m. on Wednesday and I'm sitting on a couch at the Crawfordsville Public Library, using their free Wifi to catch up on email and blogging.

The drive to Indiana yesterday was easy and non-eventful. Shortly after I got onto I-55 near Hayti in southeast Missouri, I noticed one convoy of electric utility trucks after another headed south toward Louisiana and New Orleans. Over the next 375 or so miles to Indianapolis, I counted 183 utility company or tree service vehicles headed in that direction. The last I saw was a convoy of 17 big orange Asplundh bucket trucks headed west on I-70 near the Indianapolis International Airport. So it's clear that people are converging on Louisiana to help with recovery from hurricane Gustav.

The cops were out in force along I-57 on the 30-mile stretch north of Cairo, Ill., so I set my cruise control on 67 (posted speed limit is 65 mph) and let the ticket-bait blow past me.

I phoned the Watson's service department for advice on how to drain a hot tub for winter and learned I needed a wet-dry ShopVac to suck the water out of the pump. We have two ShopVacs and they're both in Arkansas, so I was faced with the prospect of buying a third.

I phoned our friend Lauri a few minutes later and was lamenting the ShopVac purchase. No problem, she said. She and Jim don't have one and can use one, so just sell it to her for what I paid for it after the hot tub job is done.

Cool!

Next, I called my friend Dom in Indianapolis. While we were at the Baloughs' house in Colorado in July, Dom offered me a USB turntable he had bought with the intention of digitizing his record albums. Turns out there is some kind of electrical problem - probably unshielded wiring - that causes unacceptable noise in the signal from the turntable. So he offered it to me for the cost of shipping.

Dom had it all packed up for me when I got to his place about 4:10 p.m., so now I have even more stuff to do when I get home.

I also phoned Maria's parents and arranged to crash at their house for the night. I bought a $29.95 Ridgid wet-dry vac at a Home Depot in Indianapolis, noting that they apparently don't carry the ShopVac line.

I then drove directly to our Thorntown house where I pulled the access panel off of the hot tub, shut off the power, connected the garden hose I'd brought with me and opened the drain valve. Then it was off to dinner at my in-laws' house, some TV and bed.

The Ridgid wet-dry vac did a fabulous job of sucking the last few gallons of water from depressions in the seats and below the drain level on the hot tub. I disconnected the pipe to the pump, poked the vacuum hose into the opening and used my fingers to form something of a seal around the connection, hoping that there was enough suction to pull the water from the pump.

There was. I shut off the vacuum and opened the tank to find several gallons of water where none had been before. Voila!

It was one of those ultra-rare (in my case, anyway) situations where a job turned out to be easier than expected.

Maria and I had discussed me bringing back a wash stand and/or a bookcase, but the Subaru was already so full of stuff - air bed, turntable, waterproof bag with sleeping bag and pillow, duffel with clothes and toiletries, tools, wet-dry vac, etc., that it would have been a major hassle getting anything large aboard.

Besides, the temperature was already in the sticky humid 90s and I was sweating profusely from what little work I'd done already. So those things will have to wait for another day.

I'm meeting Lauri for lunch at noon, then I'm back on the road to Arkansas. I rather expect my stay in Indiana will amount to something a little less than 24 hours.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

On the road again


Heading up to Thorntown this morning to check on our house and drain the hot tub.

Watch for reports from the road.

Monday, September 01, 2008

Just a year ago

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Saturday was the first anniversary of Maria's last day at the Crawfordsville Journal Review. The staff took her to lunch at the Creekside Lodge.