余艾蕾, Zoë, Marvin and I have moved back into our house yesterday! There is no front porch, and there is one room that isn’t really usable yet, and the kitchen is still a mess, and we have no cable or Internet access, and most of the yard is still grassless, and there are still some widow makers up in the trees, and the siding needs painting. Apart from that, er thoes, all is well.
The CBC labor dispute is over! Mr. Lawrence is once again hosting the CBC Radio 3 podcast! He ever ceremoniously chain sawed his robot replacement, Rosie was “her” name. Some how, the music sounds better now.
The New York/Philadelphia area has gotten a lot of rain in the past week, no sun since Friiday, and no sun until Monday. Today, driving to work, many little creeks where flooding roads and it took almost two hours to get to work!
The seat in the Prius started giving me back pain. Now that I’m at work, in my Herman Miller chair, my back feels much better. I think Herman Miller should start putting chairs is cars. Get rid of this horrible three inch fome covering that still holds the stench of a fart from years ago. The added thin layer will give the rear sitter more leg room, and leave the baby too far away to kick. While I don’t think the Herman Miller chair has recyclable parts, I bet the mass of unrecyclable parts would be less then a normal car seat.
余艾蕾, Zoë and I are back from San Francisco. Well, we have been back for almost a week now, just been catching up with things. Zoë is still on west coast eating time but on east coast sleeping time, she had a great time at the bay area. She saw the sea lions at Pier 39, dipped her toes in the Pacific Ocean at Stinson Beach. By far the highlight was Zoë meeting my In-Laws. 余艾蕾’s parents where so happy, by the end of the week Zoë was very comfortable with them.
Now, back to the daily grind.
I was standing next to the dumpster, swinging Lucy in my hand. One, two, three, up into the air and wam, bam. The parts intermingled with my old roof. Lucy was gone. Lucy was the old Zen, gone into retirement over a year ago, she now rests in pieces. I don’t quite understand the joy of destroying at one time fancy electroncis but joyful it was. It was really just the motherboard and case, most of the parts had been pilfered. It was a classic AMD processor, with the memory maxed out to 64M.
Rerun, the Pentium II laptop that had been Zen since Lucy until the tree hit my house is now actually my primary computer. With 8-bit sound, a blue line through the 1024×768 screen, one USB port (so I have to unplug the mouse to rip images from my camera) it’s works great. Well, graphics with patterns in it freezes the I/O to almost not, ripping a three minute CD track take like seven minutes. It’s going to San Francisco with me.
Unless I visit a cypercafé I expect to be off line next week. Unless one of 余艾蕾 parent’s neighbors got wireless without a password. Hmm.
One of my favorate podcasts is the CBC Radio 3 podcast, where thay play independent Canadian bands. Last week the host, Grant Lawrence, was replaced by a voice synthesizer, the robot, and implied that he would be back. This week the robot said that there is a labor dispute, after a little surfing it seems that Mr. Lawrence and piers are locked out.
So, if I wish support the locked out workers, should I unsubscribe from the podcast? Would that be bad for the independent artists? I’m not actually sure who I consider bad guys for this one, I have not read enough yet. Plus I’m not a Canadian tax payer, so perhaps nobody the my opnion means nothing in this anyway.
Since Riley got his corn rows progress has started with our house. After today it should be water tight, and by the end of the week it should get shingles. Then we can get electricity turned on again. I have never felt such a need to vacuum as I feel when I go in my house at the moment. I’ve even thought about bumming power off the neighbor.
Knock, knock, knock. Fred opens the door, “Sven, how can I help you?”
“Fred, I need to borrow some power,” says Sven holding up a Pyrex measuring cup.
Rubbing his chin, “I think I have some in the cupbord, come on in.” We walk in to the garage and Fred opens up the cupboard. “Hmm,” he hums fingering through the jars and bottles “coal, wind, solar, hydro. Nope, sorry, I have some raw ingredients but I haven’t made any of them into power yet.”
“That’s ok Fred, thanks for looking.” I should be getting power back next week.
“So,” continues Fred, “when are you going to return that planetesimal movement I lent you last year?”
“I have to go, see you later Fred.” Sven slips out the front door.
I was catching up on a missed week of Zippy the Pinhead, when in a comic titled Flaking Out
, referenced a café called Cereality. I had to see if it has a web site, and to my pleasure it does and there is a store in Philadelphia, right near UPenn.
Since I read this yesterday I’ve wanted to go get a big helping of Weetabix without Valvolin and Baco-Bits. I do believe in Weetabix deprivation-induced visions. I do, I do! If only there could be one in downtown Princeton.
A college football game caused ESPN to move the México at USA World Cup qualifier this weekend from ESPN2 to ESPN Classic, a channel I don’t get. So no English language football for me this weekend, just fútbol over on Telemundo.
The bonus part about Telemundo, I get an hour pregame show! In Spanish.
I wish to plug an audio device into my G5 running Tiger and listen to the audio out the speakers. I can rip the audio to a sound file so I know it’s working but I just want to listen. To do this on my Linux box the audio does not even leave the sound card. Any help?
I really hope I’m missing something stupid.
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