Pa^2 Patois

The Obit Ritual

2017-06-10T09:44:00.005-05:00

Idle curiosity
slowing down in life traffic
to rubber neck
sightseeing the posted
accounts of issues and accidents

Morbid curiosity
fine sieve filtering
each salient detail
grasping for correlations
between the moment and the future

Mortal curiosity
soleful recollections
of cherished shared memories
embracing the comforts
of our anticipated passing

(Cross posted to 2Voices)

Learning new Scampi

2017-05-12T14:37:00.000-05:00

I have developed a fondness for America's Test Kitchen. Clear and concise recipes and techniques bring new found nuance to my culinary skill set.

Served in the Hoover Bowls

Prior to the Seafood Supper episode my limited understanding of Shrimp Scampi was just that, "limited". I would have ended up with rubbery shrimp in a broken butter sauce. Then Elle Simone opened my eyes.

Because I was prepping for just B and myself we took a few liberties with the recipe. Using 12 ounces of "Extra Large" (26-30 per pound) means more bite-sized shrimp per serving. Reducing the 3-2-1 ration of salt, sugar and water to 3 cups of water, 2 teaspoons of salt and 1 teaspoon of sugar worked just right. Turns out we should have reduced the red pepper flake by about two thirds as well.

This version of Shrimp Scampi can very easily stand on its own merits. Not being one to leave well enough alone I pushed the envelope. Exercising the absolute luxury of adding just the tips of Asparagus in the last couple of minutes of finishing the shrimp and sauce added the green compliment that I am always looking for.

Then, as if that were not enough, adding in Buitoni's Linquine Pasta to complete the meal. Let me rave about this pasta for just a moment. Buitoni Pasta and Sauces are most often found in or close to the Dairy section. There is good reason for this. This is fresh pasta, not dried or frozen. This pasta cooks very, very quickly. This pasta is light, flavorful and has so much integrity that it even does well the next day, refrigerated of course. Bellissimo!

I am not Facebook

2017-05-12T13:31:00.000-05:00

The depth of my depression and the height of my anxiety regarding the current state of our union has gone from outrageous to nearly debilitating. My faith in government is non-existent. My faith in our political system is shaken to its very core. Even my long standing belief that society will right itself and steer a moral course has been called into question.

Initially I expressed my frustration on Facebook. I railed against our current president believing that adding my echo to the cacophonous outrage of the multitudes [would in some way make a difference]. Then I began to notice two distinct things. The cacophonous outrage of the multitudes was just that, 'sound and fury signifying nothing.' Moreover, Facebook was no longer fulfilling. Each visit left me just that much more empty, dissatisfied.

So here I am. Sitting alone. Feeling better for having gotten that off my chest.

Moving forward... (never straight).

Cooking, for me ... The distance

2016-03-21T11:55:00.001-05:00

Cooking, for me, is a form of meditation. Before all else it requires intentional presence, the act of my being present. Alert with all my senses. Cooking is about my being in the moment. Cooking is about entering into a full and rich relationship with food which I will prepare and eventually consume. Cooking requires time. Cooking should not be done in haste. In cooking there are no real short-cuts. Eventually I must do everything well.

Like a dancer, when I am preparing food I must be aware of my relationship with the cooking space. As well I must be aware of those around me such that we compliment each other.

The distance between us rends my peace
shadows my silence
spears my solitude

In your stead I have planted
Iris

soft licking splashes of memory
held hands with craving hearts
singing softly over walks
facing the night
the same moon in different skys

the perfume of yeast rising
kneading your hands
hungry for warm baked
enveloping hugs

bitter sweet tailings of
wine upon your tongue
taking my breath
catching

the last scent

Thoughts on time...

2016-03-20T08:52:00.000-05:00

Damned electric analog clocks with their ceaseless ticking. Never any real silence. Just the imposed mesh of sequential marks. I wonder what it would truly be like to be without time. Certainly there would remain the light of day and the darkness of night. But what would it be like to lose all sense of seconds, minutes and hours. No alarm clock impositions of meaning in the day; wake up, be here, go there, remember to take those. No time stamps on emails or Facebook posts. No little synchronized little digital clocks in the lower right hand corner of computer screens. No business hours. Or calls to prayer. No traffic lights or even speed limits, measured in miles per hour. There would be no recipes calling for temperature over time. Time would become the duration of things. Lightness and darkness. The phases of the moon. Ebb and flow of the tide. Seasons of warmth and of cold. Menstruation and lengths of gestation. When certain foods become available. We would ask if there was enough light to travel to the next destination. Or we would acknowledge that it takes Soup amount of time to prepare and cook it. Or how long it took doing something to become tired or sore.

Not so Still Life

2016-01-03T14:53:00.000-06:00

While the title of this post is an homage to Richard Brautigan's "Still Life with Woodpecker" here at the Flying Pig Ranch & Thistle Farm life is not so still. Rummaged around in the shed and finally located that little green cage thing with its hanging chain. Remembered to get the suet block the last time I was in the bird feeder section. Rewarded this afternoon with a Downy Woodpecker...

Spent about ten minutes clinging to the cage and hammering the suet block.

Life is good, but not still.

The Allure of Linux

2016-01-02T13:38:00.001-06:00

Once the passion of a faction

Now the dream of the mainstream

Once the allure of the obscure

Now it puts the punk in Steam

Fast forward to today ... Ubuntu just works. But the romance is gone. Now it is just work.

Linux is dead. Long live Linux.

RSS?

2016-01-01T10:54:00.000-06:00

When Google Reader, the best that ever was, closed its digital doors I went looking for an alternative. But in this day and age of social media do I even need such an archaic system?

A resounding "YES!"

After cycling through a number of off-line and on-line RSS readers I settled on Feedly. It allows me to manage the large industrial feeds. It shows me fingernail previews of graphic based sites. It lets me view complete articles from feeds that honor such requests. But most important of all it remembers to check those obscure feeds that are not updated on a regular basis. Frank Paynter''s Listics, Patrick Kurp's Anecdotal Evidence, Betsy Devine's Funny Ha-Ha or Funny Peculiar and Olha Pryymak's olechko - blog (who's paintings I have admired for a long time but have become too expensive for my meager means. Alas.)

Campbell's Wicked Thai-Style Chicken Soup...

2015-09-28T12:03:00.000-05:00

I was surprised to even see Campbell's Wicked Thai-Style Chicken Soup on the shelves of our local Kroger. Afterall, $HOME is not in the middle of high cuisine. In fact $HOME is almost in the middle of culinary nowhere. The standing joke is you can't get here from... anywhere. So I was excited. The promise of exotic flavors from far away. And, if that weren't enough, it says "Wicked" right on the label. (Side note: B, my wife, is from Massachusetts and those folks bring special meaning to the word 'wicked'.)

Well, I have to say that the excitement wore off pretty quickly. Armed with my preconceptions, predicated on dining at our favorite Thai restaurant, Thai Papaya, I came face to face with... Meh!
Where I expected some distinct flavors all I ended up with was a muddled mouth. Where I was used to spiciness characterized as Medium, Hot and GO-TO-HOSPITAL I had high hopes for "Wicked". It hardly made its way, crawling, to Mild.

I won't elaborate on what I assume was a slice of mushroom.

Since i buy soups two at a time I will dutifully eat the second can. I will give it a second chance. And maybe now that my expectations have been knocked down a couple of notches I will discover something different.

Adblocker Wars redux

2015-09-24T16:11:00.001-05:00

My position is simple. You cannot unhear things and you cannot unsee things.

"Oh, I just don't pay attention to all those ads."

If we had the perfect ability to filter our environment, to in fact only see or hear what we wanted then I might accept that. But we don't. My first hand knowledge of this comes from those few minutes I spend on the treadmill at the gym. This is my willful and thankfully limited exposure to commercial television. During those 20 or so minutes I am bombarded with ads. Mind-numbing, hammering, repetitive invasions of my consciousness and psyche.

I feel insulted. I feel assaulted. I begin to have feelings of inadequacy. I begin to feel that I am missing something - that new car, fresh breath, personal social standing, or even a right relationship with my old BFF Flo (Progressive Insurance). How could I let Flo down by not buying my insurance from her.

All of that from just twenty plus minutes of television exposure.

I was an early adopter of ad blocking technology. On those occasions when I use a system that doesn't block ads I am literally surprised at the amount of NOISE that is present on almost every web site I visit. Noise which adds nothing of value to the site. And that is the crux of my argument supporting ad blockers. An argument that could easily be turned if the ads brought more value to the site.

And now a word from our sponsor...

The only reason to eat at a restaurant.

2015-08-12T13:16:00.000-05:00

To quote Tom Waits, "...Get you a little something that you can't get at home..." Now get your mind out of the gutter, we all know what Tom meant but the sentiment is the same when it comes to food.

The only reason to eat at a restaurant, beyond a social gathering, is to get something that you likely wouldn't make at home. A good example for me is Pad Thai. While not difficult per se this is a dish that requires a significant amount of speciality ingredients and by some accounts a looooong prep time. This is difficult when cooking for just two people.

There is one "restaurant" that I do ~~like~~ ~~appreciate~~ love. It only serves one meal a week. Everything is hand-made from scratch and locally sourced. Here is the menu. So in addition to an incredible meal A Simple Path is a reverse soup kitchen.

A Simple Path is the program in which students (who come from homelessness and poverty) learn nutrition, sanitation, meal preparation, and menu selection. Then, for Friday lunch, they serve the public the food they’ve prepared on a donation basis. All funds are put back into the program, and let A Simple Path have more students!

Now that there is something that you can't get at home.

A Simple Life

2015-08-09T10:57:00.001-05:00

I have worked in the Theatre, both on and off stage. I ran away with a circus. I've been a radio announcer. I have been an EMT. I have toured long distance on a bicycle. I tended bar. I have spent summers in Mexico. I have assisted with the commissioning of a manufacturing plant in the Bahamas. I have been in 48 of the United States of America. I have been to Canada, Norway, Denmark, Japan, Thailand and China. I have roadied for more bands than I can remember, so I made a list*. I have spent weeks firing an Anagama kiln with Ken Shenstone. I have worked in the Disaster Relief kitchens. I have been a high school substitute Teacher and a Community College adjunct instructor. I have worked now for the same company for 22+ years. And I am the proud Papa of three beautiful children, all now grown. And I have been married to a wonderful woman who has put up with me for 33+ years.

I say all that not to brag but to acknowledge that I have had the privilege of leading an exciting, complicated life. Recently, however, I have done a bit of navel gazing and I have come to the realization that my wife "B" and I lead simple lives.

We sleep, I work out at the gym and spend my weekdays at the office. I come home and cook dinner (they say I can Cook), we watch a bit of Netflix, rinse and repeat. Weekends are Farmer's Market, coffee with eldest daughter "R", and groceries. An afternoon might be spent mowing the "yard" or little home improvement projects. Yesterday it was making one of these. Good use of scraps from the construction of our porch. Important note: this is not fine craftsmanship! This is built to theater specs; functional and won't fall apart.

Cool mornings, a luxury here in Kentucky, are spent on the porch watching the humming birds fuss and dance.

Today, Sunday, I will spend a bit of time in the sanctuary of Kitchen Church. I finished putting together the Guacamole about 0745. From an old family recipe handed down from father (he really could cook) to son. Our secret ingredient? Bacon. Try it the next time and tell me that everything doesn't go better with bacon. In a little bit I will start the prep for shrimp and veggie kabobs. Light fare on a warm summer afternoon. Plus I can do them on the grill and not heat up the house.

Coming next: The only reason to eat at a restaurant.

*Rent-a-Bum Shows
Terrie Clark
Sunshine Boys w/ Frank Gorshin
Merle Haggard
Lorie Morgan
Temptations (2)
David Allen Coe
Dr. John
Don Williams
Beach Boys
Willie Nelson
Loretta Lynn (2)
Crystal Gayle
Trace Lawrence
Aaron Tippin (3)
Keith Urban
Don McClean
Joe Cocker
Brad Paisley
John Micheal Montgomery
Gary Allen
George Jones
Sammy Kershaw
Air Supply
Ricky Scaggs
Men At Work
Blake Shelton
Trace Atkins
Charlie Daniels Band
Grand Funk Railroad
1964 - The Beatles Tribute
Kentucky Headhunters
Van Dells
Ronnie Milsap
Formerly Blind
Audio Adrenalin
Building 429
Delirious?
Little River Band
Trick Pony
Dickie Betts
Dr. Hook & Ray Sawyer
Travis Tritt
.38 Special
Gary Allen

Some cowardly suit...

2015-08-05T08:03:00.001-05:00

Some cowardly suit... published an anonymous diatribe in the Wall Street Journal entitled, "Single Most Destructive Force". In a veiled attempt at "journalism" the author quotes Chris Christie,

"Because they’re not for education for our children. They’re for greater membership, greater benefits, greater pay for their members. And they are the single most destructive force in public education in America."

The shameless author continues soto voce,

"Every word of that is true and important to say. The teachers unions have been punching poor children for decades, and someone has to punch back for those children."

My mother is a retired teacher. I studied to become and was certified as a teacher. I can say unequivocally that this author is wrong on so many levels.

American society trusts teachers with their most precious children. And yet they expect teachers to put in 10-12 hour days, as well as do lesson planning and correct homework on weekends. They demand that teachers endure "acting out" behaviors from children that no parent would allow in the home. They insist on rigorous training and education, at least a Bachelor's degree. Many systems demand a teacher have a Master's degree before allowing them to be tenured.

American society would pay teachers less if they could get away with it. That is why we have unions.

Windows 10 @ $WORK (...and $HOME)

2015-07-31T15:54:00.000-05:00

Anyone who knows me knows I am an open-source Linux advocate from way back. And they know I drank the Google Koolade early. So here I am writing in a Chrome browser running in Linux about ... wait for it ... Microsoft Windows 10. There I said it.

Turns out Windows 10 is great.

As the Manager of Information Systems here at $WORK I have maintained a love/hate relationship with Windows for the last 20+ years. Beginning with Windows 3, then 3.1 and 3.11 and engineers wanting me to explain why their system crashed when they lost all their work. I managed to skip over the ME and CE and went to NT. Somewhere in there was Win 95, XP, Vista (didn't even try it), Win 7, 8, 8.1 which I campaigned but wasn't comfortable with. Now its the last Windows you will ever use, 10. Or so they claim.

From a $WORK perspective where we are still trying to kill off our last XP box, Win 7 is the standard. Trying to be forward looking I worked in 8 and 8.1. As a "Microsoft Insider" I started with Windows 10 as soon as they made the first betas available. From that day to this I am convinced the next migration will be directly to 10. No muddling through 8 anything.

As for $HOME my wife's Windows 8.1 was already beginning to show signs of windows rot. Somewhere in the last couple of months it lost track of the CD/DVD drive. When she went to use a DVD application she was sorely disappointed. I tried a full compliment of disable/enable, delete device|scan for new devices, update driver, etc. No love, no CD/DVD drive.

That came to light last week. Frustrated, I told her to hang tough for the Windows 10 roll-out. Last Thursday morning I brought her PC to work (we have a fat internet pipe). In less than 2 hours Windows 10 was loaded (officially reads "Upgraded"). Everything just worked. All of her ancient legacy apps ... and the CD/DVD drive. I got big smiles when I took it home and set it back up for her.

Yeah, there are a few quirks. Settings are a bit different. But all in all Windows 10 is great.

Great minds...sure wish I had one.

2015-07-27T15:33:00.001-05:00

Frank Paynter over at Listics Review is rousing the rabble...again. Never one to let sleeping dogs lay he says, "I'm beginning to notice some improvement". Making the audacious claim that writing blog posts might afford some noticeable improvement. Yeah, well, maybe for you, Frank. I can find little hope in my scribbling ever making any improvement in my unremarkable writing ability.

What struck a chord, a harmonic I have heard in other quarters, is the need to reassert our bloggishness. To re-establish the community of scribes. Something that I lost while "liking" Facebook memes and trying to read Twitter at the speed of #hashtags. Lost were the developed thoughts, filled in and fleshed out. The true discourse of rational minds. (Wish I had one of those as well.)

Mind you this should not be a scripted conversation between like-minded people. This should be a return to the Wild-West-Internet days of yore. Folks finding their one forum, a place where they can blow their own tuba. A place for intellectual exchange and sophomoric ~~syllogisms~~ ~~soliloquies~~ ...oh hell, just anything you really need to get 'writ down'.

So, if you don't mind, I won't mind if you don't read this.

"The more liberty you give away...'

2015-05-24T10:23:00.002-05:00

"The more liberty you give away the more you will have."

This quote, attributed to Robert G. Ingersoll, made me feel uncomfortable upon first reading. In this day of Big Government, Big Brother and seeming involuntary relinquishment of personal rights and freedoms the very thought of 'giving away liberties' appeared as the clarion call of disaster. As one of those Quote of the Day emails I let it sit in my inbox while I mulled over my discomfort.

On the surface this quote has the air of nobility. Perhaps Ingersoll was alluding to a "Greater Good" doctrine. Perhaps by relinquishing my person liberty it was some how contributing to society's liberty. Still, I felt disconnected. Something just was not right. So I sought out to further understand Ingersoll's possible intent. I came upon the following quote.

"Liberty is my religion. Liberty of hand and brain — of thought and labor, liberty is a word hated by kings — loathed by popes. It is a word that shatters thrones and altars — that leaves the crowned without subjects, and the outstretched hand of superstition without alms. Liberty is the blossom and fruit of justice — the perfume of mercy. Liberty is the seed and soil, the air and light, the dew and rain of progress, love and joy."

- Robert Green Ingersoll, 1894

When I read this quote I learned two things. It became clear that Ingersoll is a very staunch advocate of personal responsibility. He calls upon himself with "hand and brain - of thought and labor" to break the bonds of intellectual and spiritual tyranny. He raises Liberty as the pinnacle of personal self worth.

Still the thought of giving away Liberty was unsettling to me. It was until I changed my perspective as a reader. If, as a follower, I gave up something on the promise of receiving more it fell right in line with the criticism leveled at Big Government/Big Brother. If I, as a leader, gave more liberty away, aiding in the breaking of intellectual and spiritual bonds, then as a society we indeed would become freer.

Good on ya, Bob

Center Lovell Inn, only in my dreams.

2015-03-11T13:24:00.003-05:00

Center Lovell Inn

It is not for sale. For an essay and $125.00 you might realize a dream. Sadly, I do not have $125.00.

Here is my essay...

I have been to the Center Lovell Inn in my dreams. Not as a guest but as a servant and Shepard. There I am charged with the responsibility of keeping tradition alive. Here to serve the simplest of amenities. Offering warm welcome. Making comfortable the real guests. Insuring that each need is met. Fulfilling the promise of elegant escape and succulent repast.

I am called to the smallest of details. Properly turned down crisp linens. The freshest local fruits and vegetables. Engaging in rich conversations. The offer of uninterrupted silent reflections. Sparkles of porcelain and chrome. A warming fire upon the hearth. Setting the simple table, offering the feast. Leaving one light lit as a sign of welcome to the weary traveler. Being home.

Though I serve it is I who am given the gifts. Treated to the smiles of satisfaction. Shared memories fondly recounted and newly minted ones, soon to be cherished. The gifts of traveler's tales, what brought them here and where they will be lead. To be part of the adventure.

I will probably never have the opportunity or privilege to serve and to Shepard. Only in my dreams have I been to the Center Lovell Inn.

I just gave Starbucks... (with corrections)

2015-01-30T13:08:00.000-06:00

I just gave Starbucks... ~~a bunch of~~ some money.

Each time I would go to Starbucks and get my favorite Mocha Latte. Each time I would lament throwing the cup, lid and cozy away. Great beverage but a shame to just throw the cup away. So I watched and waited until my local Starbucks again offered their very affordable ($1.00) reusable cups. I bought two knowing that I would need one to use and have a spare.

As I was purchasing the reusable cups I went ahead and asked the barista to fill one with my Mocha Latte. Mmmmm, mocha goodness.

A few minutes down the road it came to me. Starbucks, offering reusable cups, had engaged me in a great marketing scheme. First, if I used my cup then they didn't have to use one of their cups. This might seem like a very small matter but the economy-of-scale rule became apparent. Their profit margin just increased a fraction because they charged me the same price as a "Venti" beverage and did not incur the cost of the cup. While my single transaction might be the one half (or even one tenth) of one percent increase in their margin when multiplied by the bajillion cups they sell now we are talking real money, a bunch of money. Correction: I received a $0.10 discount for bringing my own cup.

I took another sip of my tasty beverage...and the second part of their great marketing scheme became clear. ~~The reusable cup was modelled after their "Venti" cup. By asking the barista to fill it with Mocha Latte I was automatically ordering the "Venti" size beverage. Chaching!~~ Correction: It appears that this morning I was charged for a "Grande" and not a "Venti".

So I am pleased that I am not throwing cups and lids and cozys away. Instead I am just giving Starbucks ~~a bunch of~~ some money.

Great marketing guys and I really like your Mocha Lattes.

Church, cheaper than...

2015-01-30T07:29:00.000-06:00

On the silly sayings sign of a local church it read, "Church, cheaper than NFL tickets."

While I recognized the pastor's intent it gave me pause to reflect on the real value of Church. Or more precisely the lack of value of Church. Where, in my humble opinion, Church should be invaluable. Now it is being reduced to an amount less than the exorbitant cost of Super Bowl tickets.

I can hear the greeters/scalpers now. "I can get you in the forth row aisle for $449 or up in the nosebleed section for just $225."

On a monetary scale Church is cheaper than everything.

Church is free. A gift freely given. Sometimes it is referred to as Sanctuary. A place to be exactly who and what you are. A place of Peace and Reverence. A place of Solace. A place of Celebration. A place of Nourishment. A place of Community. Church is a place to be Free.

Resolution: Cod Chowder

2015-01-04T08:33:00.001-06:00

I didn't make any New Year's Resolutions. I know better.

I am making Cod Chowder.

In the crock pot, of course. Which means that cooking starts early in the morning. This seems so antithetical to the cooking dinner/supper just prior to eating same. Here it is 7:30ish (AM) and the house if filled with the perfume of sauteed onions and garlic. But I digress...

Here's how it all started...

I use a smaller crock pot. Maybe its 2-quart, maybe just a bit more.

Now, did I mention crock pot liners? Best thing since sliced bread or parchment paper. (Tip: Put the box of liners in the clean crock pot before you put it away - help you to remember how glad you have them the next time you use the crock.)

So very simple...

1 can of sweet corn, drained (If I were making Corn Chowder I wouldn't even drain it.)
4 smaller carrots cut in 1/4 inch rounds.

Goes right in the crock...

3/4 cup diced onion, set aside for the moment.

6-7 Yukon Gold mini potatoes, quartered and then cut into 1/4 inch slices. Rinse and dry the slices.

Heat 2 tablespoons of olive oil to shimmering (very hot)

Quickly brown the potatoes, just until they begin to show some caramel coloring, 2-3 minutes, tops. As soon as they show add them to the carrots and corn in the crock.

In the same skillet melt two tablespoons of butter and sweat the diced onions with some garlic. When they start to become translucent sprinkle in about 2 tablespoons of flour. (I prefer Gold Medal Wondra for roux, but then I cheat at Pinochle too. Oh! Did I say that out loud. Sorry.)

When the roux begins to color, beige approaching light tan, add 1 and 1/2 half pints of Half&Half. Mix thoroughly and bring slowly, slowly to full bloom - this is just when the contents of the pan seems to instantly double in volume - immediately remove from the heat and add to the crock.

Set the crock to "Low" and mix the contents to insure even distribution. Now wait. How long? I can't tell you. You just have to wait. My best guesstimation is 3-4 hours until the carrots are fully cooked.

Remember, if you get ahead of your meal schedule just turn the crock to "Keep Warm" and ... wait.

But don't wait forever. There is still the Codfish.

I try to get the freshest possible seafood but here in the wilds of western Kentucky the only thing that you can really depend on is Catfish. Everything else comes in from somewhere else. If we aren't eating it that day in goes into the freezer.

About 45 - 60 minutes before meal time take the partially/mostly thawed Cod and rinse it vigorously under cold running water. Then pat the fillet(s) as dry as possible. Cut them into 3/4 to 1 inch cubes

Fold the Cod cubes into the soup stock (and don't forget to turn the crock back to "Low")

Occasionally gently fold the soup (do not stir - you don't want to break the Cod into small pieces.)

When you think things have gone long enough sample for done-ness. The Cod should be firm and the carrots about the same.

Carefully ladle hot steaming Cod Chowder into bowls and garnish with chopped chive or green onions (some people call 'em Scallions, you know what I mean Joe?)

Enjoy!

(Pictures to follow.)

I still listen to radio...sorta

2014-11-12T16:13:00.001-06:00

I still listen to radio, after a fashion.

When my commute was about 30 minutes, from home to work, it was NPR. Plain and simple. A good dose of the news and Morning Edition features. I could depend on engaging banter from Steve Inskeep and Renee Montaigne. Even the curmudgeon views of Frank DeForge were enlightening. Then a strange thing happened.

My early morning "commute" changed from work to the gym. So my first half hour was from 0430 to just before 0500. All is right with the world...and NPR. Then when I get out of the gym and head to work at 0630 things begin to unravel. NPR is repeating itself word for word from 0430. Its like de ja news all over again.

So my alternative go to radio station is WKWC ... Kentucky Wesleyan College radio. This turns out to be a gem. Progressive, non-repetitive, commercial free (OK, there are a few PSAs and KWC promos) - just good ear candy. So good in fact that I have taken to tuning in even when I know NPR is not repeating itself.

I turn into a slouch...

2014-10-26T11:09:00.000-05:00

On the weekends I turn into a slouch. It is part of my $WORK/$HOME balance system. I sleep late. I set the menu for the next week. I do a little shopping, mostly grocery needs for the coming week. I eat to excess (more about this later). I spend time with my best friend my $WIFE. (She beats me at Cribbage but I think she cheats :-) ) I get to visit with one or more of my $CHILDREN. I may even spend some time puttering around in the yard.

The boneless short ribs went into the crock pot early, slathered with Sweet Baby Ray's Original and Sweet&Spicy BBQ sauce ... as Alton Brown is fond of saying, "Them's Good Eats." Now splitting my time between writing posts and reading about Securing An Ubuntu Server. While I was out snapping pics for the Yardist post I took the time to refill the feeders - they don't call this place "The Flying Pig Ranch And Thistle Farm" for nothing.

I say "slouch" because it isn't convenient to go the gym (OMHS HealthPark) on Saturday or Sunday. They don't open until 0700 on Saturday - middle of my morning - instead of 0500 which is when I go during weekdays. It is even worse on Sunday when they don't open until 1200. Harrumph! Oh well, I guess they have to have some $WORK/$HOME balance too.

In coming posts...

The Gym and Podcasts
Setting the Menu

The 99 Days of Freedom Challenge.

2014-10-10T09:27:00.001-05:00

Ninety-one days and a couple of hours ago I took the 99 Days of Freedom Challenge. I committed to stay completely away from Facebook for 99 days. I stopped cold turkey. My last post was the declaration of my having take the challenge. Then I logged out and haven't been back since. Spoiler alert: the world did not come to a crashing halt.

Initially I did go through withdrawls. I got fidgety when faced with a blank address bar. I wondered who was posting the best Kitteh pictures. I was feeling a concerted lack of unicorns flying across rainbows sprinkling glitter. Most of all I missed the vitriolic bantering back and forth between the left and the right.

Then just when I thought I was out of the woods ... FB started spamming me with, "Won't you come home" email messages. "All your friends miss you." So-and-so posted such-and-such. "How can you be such a callus cad to ignore your friends like this?" I felt bad, really bad for as long as it took me to delete the emails, unopened. Sorry FB I really don't want your free crack.

Now many of you know that I am a social media animal from way back. Chat rooms and forums before and after they were cool. I still keep my IRC client tuned to the good old groups. Now I started spending more time with Google+ ... much higher caliber of time wasting dabbling. I even started paying attention, albeit short-attention, to Twitter. But nothing seems to fill up my time as uselessly as those many hours with FB.

(So this has been my attempt at One-page-a-day. In typical fashion it took me three days to get to this point...where I push the "Publish" button and start over. *Sigh*)

CrossPost: Yardist Bloodsport

2014-07-13T11:10:00.002-05:00

CrossPost: Yardist Bloodsport

OpenSource Lament - Stick-Shift Linux

2014-07-13T10:54:00.002-05:00

I have had the pleasure over the past couple of years to see the Linux seed planted and a Linux enthusiast blossom. Prior to my association with this fellow he had heard of Linux. It was some cryptic difficult "thing" that seemed to hang around the periphery of his Windows-centric world. To his credit he wanted not to just know of the back-office systems that provide services to our network he wanted to understand them.

As any sysadmin will tell you the first and most necessary component to understanding Linux is personal initiative. The person that doesn't want-need-desire to learn Linux can't get it just by loading up the latest distro of Ubuntu. Linux is a relationship with computing. It requires a certain kind of passion to enter into such a relationship. It also requires a certain level of commitment.

Reflection on my early days shows me diving into distros that came on many, many 3.5 inch floppies. Then if I was successful I got a prompt: root@slackware: ~> I stared at it for the longest time and then tried some DOS commands...only to be told that "dir" was not found. I had no comforting background in any of the *nixs. So I had to start reading TFM. I eventually discovered "man" and midnight commander (mc). I was underway. At least I could see the file system.

Mr. Slackware, Patrick Volkerding was kind enough to include enough FVWM so that once I found the startx command I even got a graphical user interface. And right there my troubles really began. I wanted to do the cool things. With multiple video cards I could run more than one monitor. With a sound card I could play music. With an ethernet adapter I could even get on the network. RTFM.

In those heady days hard drive space and memory were at a premium. Even worse, resources allocated to a project boxen were hand-me-downs at best. So it became necessary to roll my own .xorg config files. And *GASP* recompile the kernel to include the necessary modules to drive my bells and whistles. At a time when recompiles took way more than just one cup of coffee. (I would eventually, after a sweeping office PC upgrade, scrounge and build a 5-node MOSIX cluster that cut compile times to a manageable half pot of coffee.)

Software was a matter of downloading tarballs and ./configure ... and ... search for the dependency, download the tarball, ./configure ... and ... search for the dependency, download the tarball, ./configure ... and ... rinse&repeat ... until make && make install were successful. Then curse and recurse back up the dependency chain until the original make && make install were successful.

So here is my lament. Linux has become a commodity. I can slap a DVD in a laptop (of all things) and load Linux ... and everything, everything works. Through a GUI I can download and install software and the dependencies, if any, are handled in the background. It all just works. Well?!?! If it all just works then what are you bitchin' about? That Linux Enthusiast I mentioned earlier never got to learn how to drive a stick-shift Linux.

Just my $0.02