Where's Homer? He Loves These Things!

43 of the World’s Most Stunning Lighthouses

I’ll add one:

This is the lighthouse at Barcelona, NY (on Lake Erie), and was taken by my then-pre-teenage niece in 2006. We were out geocaching and I handed her my compact camera and put her in charge of taking pictures. Good enough camera so that the original is 100 dpi at about 12″ x 18″ or so. I printed it up on poster paper and sent it to her (Remembering to add a copyright notice; I think she got a kick out of seeing that on the poster.) I’m invoking fair use — it’s only fair since she used my camera. And besides, I’m non-profit.

Anyway, I’m headed back to that general area for the 95th Jones family reunion, and I may not have internet access while I’m there. If that’s the case, you’ll have to make do with the couple of posts I have in the queue, and I’ll have to make do with visiting with relatives, photography, geocaching, reading and card games.

Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me

I just got a new iPod Touch. My old iPod — purchased before the touch was on the market — is suffering from rapid battery depletion, and isn’t going to serve its purpose of distracting me for a long period of time on an upcoming trip to the left coast. So I decided to buy myself a present. It’s my birthday, and besides, I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and, doggone it, people like me! Even after playing with it for only a short time, I found myself thinking that the whole web-surfing experience would be so much better with a larger screen and omigod. I’ve just purchased a gateway gadget, and addiction is imminent. I expect I’ll be jonesing for an iPad before long. But not before I rant a little.

Which brings to mind a number of articles I’ve read over the years, usually appearing in bunches whenever a new product has hit the market, which have tried to convince me that Apple actually sucks, and I’m just a victim of a slick marketing campaign. Yeah, right. The hypnosis must be very good, because I keep buying, which makes me a fanboy in the mind of many critics, in whose world there are two types of people: those who loathe Apple, and fanboys who unquestioningly buy the products, despite the fact that they suck. And I just don’t get it.

I bought a sports car because I wanted a sports car and is (for all practical purposes) a two-seater. Trying to convince me that I’ve been duped, and that I don’t love my sports car — and I couldn’t possibly enjoy it, because it has insufficient seating — seems pretty stupid. If I had wanted or needed a car that seats four or eight, I would have gotten a sedan or a minivan. If I had purchased a sports car knowing that I needed more seating capacity, I would be an idiot. But if you think I bought it because I was taken in by some glitzy ad, I think you have misjudged things. Sucky products suck because they don’t work the way they are supposed to, and good products do. That’s the dividing line. My car doesn’t have a trailer hitch, but that’s because it’s not designed to haul a trailer, not because it’s a shoddy product.

A Chip in the Big Game

Last week I stayed late to give a tour of our clock facility, and to show off the fountain, to some brass that were visiting. For me, tours like this are a little bit stressful, because this was more than just the gee-whiz—aren’t—we—cool tour (and tabletop-ish atomic physics makes for some pretty good gee-whiz) we give to some visitors. For those visitors, talking about physics is sufficient, and I’m pretty good at bringing the geek. For visitors who actually have a stake in what we do, I’m trying to make the presentation relevant to the job they do, above and beyond the “timing = navigation, because a nanosecond is a foot.” And really there is more to that message, because timing is also tied in with communication (and more importantly, secure communication) but because I’m the redundant backup for such tours, I don’t have a lot of practice at the high-level discussions. Which makes a feedback loop — because I don’t have a lot of practice to polish the talk (and I’m further down the chain), I don’t get called on to do this often, etc., etc. Iterate.

But things went well enough, and as the admiral shook my hand and thanked me, a coin was transferred into my possession. Challenge coins are a military tradition, that admit I had no awareness of when I was a junior officer in the navy, mostly because they are generally (or admirally) exchanged only when rubbing elbows with top brass of some sort. Wikipedia tells me the tradition probably dates back to WWI. There are coins that reflects one’s unit, and coins that reflect one’s job, especially if one has a job with a large degree of specialization. These are used as identification, and as with so many military traditions, they are often tied into drinking — if challenged to produce your coin and you don’t have it (or sometimes if you are the last one to do so), you are expected to get a round of drinks.

There are other coins that represent one’s command, and still others that are personal coins which will declare the rank of the giver. These can also be presented as a challenge when you’re sitting in a bar, with the owner of the coin representing the highest rank winning, and exempt from having to pay for drinks. The coin I got represents the Admiral’s office at the Joint Chiefs, rather than being a personal coin, so it does not show the rank of Rear Admiral (two stars). The frequency at which one gives out a coin is really a personal decision; I’ve read of flag officers who carried (or, more specifically, had their aids carry) a bag of coins with them because they handed them out so readily, and others who were very stingy. This was my first coin, and was probably given in appreciation for staying fairly late. A true cynic might think this is little different from the kind of cheesy awards you can buy (“You’re a Star” mug, “Celebrate Awesomeness” hunk of plastic or “Team Player” keychain) but I disagree. A coin — especially a nice coin — is not a bulk item, and has a nice tradition behind to back it up. I’m pretty jazzed about it.

JCS coin

Where Are They Now?

I know that weather is not climate, so the recent record-breaking highs around northern Virginia are not evidence of warming, but that is of little consolation. My apartment hasn’t been below 80 ºF since Monday or Tuesday and since I am thermodynamically efficient due to size, shape and r-value (though those are not all orthogonal variables), I don’t deal with the heat particularly well. I welcome the front that’s scheduled to move in shortly (Thursday night).

However, I can’t help but notice that all those folks who were proclaiming the death of global warming just two months ago, because we got some snow (in February!), have been silent on the whole matter now that it’s swelteringly hot out there. Just sayin’.

Snowmageddapocalypse 2010

Snowmageddon, aka the Snowpocalypse, has moved intothe recovery phase. I got about 2 feet of snow, but further north and in the hilly regions, they got more. 40″ in some areas (i.e. more than a meter)

My car. It’s not a minivan.

snowmagedapoc-10

I learned my lesson from the snowstorm in December and parked on the opposite row of the lot. The way they plow, the snow gets dumped on one side of the plow, and they don’t get as close to the cars. The people opposite me have 4 – 5 feet behind their cars, and it’s piled up, while I have no more than 2 feet. I dug out one gap between me and my neighbor yesterday, and will do a few shifts to complete the dig-out today. There’s always a little game of chicken in these situations — if you wait, your neighbor will dig out first and save you some effort. But they may also be assholes and dump snow in your cleared area, too. I was a good citizen and deposited the snow on the grassy knoll at the front of my car.

I Love the Internet

Thursday afternoon I had the realization that I still had not purchased a shovel; my inner drive to get one after our last big snowstorm waned immediately after I dug myself out and went home on vacation. So it wasn’t until the latest storm was looming, along with the local ordinance requiring one to go to the store for a 24-pack of toilet paper, gallon of milk and loaf of bread, that I realized I needed to go shovel shopping. And that the odds of quickly locating one might be small.

But I realized the odds of a shove being found elsewhere were pretty good, and that the vendor might be able to ship the shovel to me quickly. Amazon to the rescue! Shovel in stock, overnight delivery available, shovel actually delivered less than 24 hours after ordering. Now all I have to do is wait for the snow to stop.

Say Hello to my Little Friend

My new sofa with recliner capability. It was delivered last week, in time for the playoff games this past weekend.

sofa

I did love my old sofa, but after 20 years of putting up with me the springs and frame were shot.

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