May 2003 Archives

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The Discovery Channel ran a show about ghost-hunters this afternoon; I watched for a while. Serious-looking people with a truckload of fancy gear—night-vision cameras, ultra-sensitive microphones, etc.—set up shop in a haunted house, hoping to record the spooks in action.

People who do things like this always think they're being very scientific, but they never seem to act like real scientists would:

  • They never set up in a known-ghostless house, to see what sort of background noise their equipment will record when no ghosts are around.
  • They don't control the measurements they do take: in the show I watched, not only were people wandering around the house during the experiment, but two cats were as well. You're not going to get clean data under those circumstances.
  • They assume that every unusual blip on the screen, every unusual noise on the tape, must be evidence of ghosts, and don't even consider other possibilities. In today's show, the investigators made a big deal of capturing ‘orbs’—i.e., small moving specks of light—on videotape. Most of them looked to me like houseflies (and the rest like dust motes), but they never thought of that.

(There's no such thing as the paranormal. If it happens, it's normal; if it doesn't happen, it's fantasy, or fraud.)


A letter from Volo Broadband in today's newspaper, reminding everyone that there's a third broadband service in Champaign. According to their web site (volo.net), they provide “up to 5mbps” (i.e., usually less), plus all the usual network stuff, for a $300 setup fee and $28/month.

A faster internet connection, for only $6/month more than EarthLink? Tempting, except for the enormous setup fee.

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Jacob very grumpy this morning: probably he didn't get enough sleep last night, poor little guy.


R. Lee Ermey

R. Lee Ermey, host of Mail Call, has a web site: www.rleeermey.com. He has an online store from which a wide variety of ErmeyStuff can be purchased; I was interested in the 12” Motivational Figure until I saw the price: $40, no thanks.

(I have the [rather unkind] theory that R. Lee Ermey in full cry bears a certain resemblance to Cindy Smock, wife of Jed Smock, notorious campus preacher: I don't suppose they really look that much alike, but the facial expressions & hand gestures are nearly identical. I'd hoped to illustrate this with pictures from www.rleeermey.com and www.brojed.org, but—alas!—the latter has no pictures of Cindy preaching. You'll just have to take my word for it.)


Cloudy today: an unbroken layer, stretching to the horizon in all directions. The sky looks like a solid dome, reminding me of all those bad science-fiction stories in which people live in domed enclaves on a giant interstellar spaceship, only they don't know that it's a spaceship (and the crew are all dead and the ship is on a collision course with a star).


I have the crazy notion of someday having a real, hold-in-your-hands book made from the Daybook: sort of a permanent offline archive, a gift to future generations, etc., etc., blah blah blah. It wouldn't be so hard to reformat the entries for printing: a little style-sheet foolery, a little CityScript coding, and—presto!—instant book.

No, the hard part would be the index. It's a sure bet that only the most masochistic of readers will start at page 1 and slog their way through to the end; the vast majority of readers are going to want to look up specific things, and for that they'll need an index.

Unfortunately, I have no idea how to generate one. (No, I won't do it by hand. Ugh.) I suppose when I finish the XHTML conversion project, I could write some code to extract interesting words from the mass. I'll have to think about that a little more.

[I suppose this would be the reverse of the Samuel Pepys project, www.pepysdiary.com.]


Jeff Duntemann says:

I never gave much thought to any notion of the paranormal…until some of those “weird things” started happening to me.

Later, he mentions:

…seeing the future, hearing from two of my dead aunts, and staring down some sort of evil force standing next to my bed….

Oh, please. In order:

Seeing the future: the National Enquirer had a predict-the-future contest a few years back, in which contestants answered a number of yes-or-no questions about future events. Many thousands of people sent in their answers; a handful got every question right. Did they predict the future, or make a string of lucky guesses?

Chatting with ghosts: It's easy to have imaginary conversations with people (dead or not). It's even possible (though a little weird) for such things to occur without conscious intent. The hard part is: Did you learn something you didn't know before? Can you be sure? Memory is a funny thing—images & information pop up without warning, as something in the here & now tickles a few neurons in just the right way to pry loose a long-forgotten memory.

Monsters under the bed: the processes of falling alseep & of waking up again don't always work as they should, and very weird things can happen as a result. The psych types call these hypnogogic and hypnopompic hallucinations. Television evangelists describe them otherwise: “I woke up with a demon sitting on my chest!” Whitley Streiber had one and wrote a book about it: “I woke up with space aliens in my bedroom!”

[I suppose it's churlish of me to rain on Mr. Duntemann's parade. No doubt certain of my beliefs would strike him as similarly absurd. Maybe I'm just a little grumpy today. Still—“What I have written, I have written.”]


An interesting riff on Pascal's Wager, lifted from Joshua Allen's web site:

Jack Handy always said, “When you die, if you get a choice between going to regular heaven or pie heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick, but if it's not, mmmm, boy.”

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Jacob seemed much improved, so off he went to daycare. We'll see if he stays there.


I've had the iPaq for about three years now. For most of that time, it was just a toy: I never used it for anything important. But lately I've been finding new uses for it, and the list of installed software keeps growing.

It surprises me that this year's iPaqs aren't that much better than the one I've got. Three years of research & development has produced models with slightly faster processors, a little more memory, embedded Bluetooth, and...not much else. For this I should pay $500?

ActiveSync creeps along with .1 upgrades: 3.0, 3.1, 3.5, 3.6 and now 3.7. I'm guessing this means that 4.0 is way behind schedule and completely incompatible with existing devices. We'll see.

The same applies to nessus: it's a three-year-old machine, but as yet I've found no need to replace it. This year's desktop machines are nice, maybe even a little nicer than nessus, but not so nice that I feel like paying for one.


Thinking about genealogy again. I have a lengthy list of research projects, but they all involve travel: to Springfield, to Carmi, to Posey County.

Now is not such a good time to travel, alas. Perhaps sometime in June.


Two things that make me smile:

  • Cars with muddy (cat) pawprints on the hood. Every now & then, I see one in the WRI parking lot, and it always amuses me.
  • Small children. They're so full of energy & happiness, it's hard not to smile.

Jacob has a thing for big trucks. Whenever we're in the car, he points out every one he sees: “Big truck! Big truck!” Yesterday, Jennifer took him to Touch-A-Truck Day, at Sholem Pool (wherever that is); he was ecstatic.

There's a Touch-A-Tractor Day in July. Jake will be thrilled to pieces, I'm sure.

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Jake went to see the doctor this morning, and came home with a course of antiobiotics to take care of whatever microbial nasties have set up shop in his throat.

He's staying home again today, but ought to be well enough tomorrow to go to daycare & flirt with the ladies.


In his diary entry for May 26, 2003, Jeff Duntemann wrote a few paragraphs about Pascal's Wager. I almost sent him a response, then decided to put it here instead:

What if Pascal reached the gates of Heaven and was met by Mohammed?

Or ended up in Valhalla, partying with Odin & Co.?

Or got reincarnated (again), to work off a little more bad karma?

The problem with “I'll live as if religion X is correct, just in case” is that there are too many mutually-exclusive candidates for X. To pick one is to reject all others, which makes the “just in case” part a little disingenuous.

That said, it is better to live a virtuous life than a wicked one—and not merely because this or that divine being hands out rewards to those who do.

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Poor Jake, not feeling well this morning, so he & I are staying home today.


Red Hat regrets to inform me that the Red Hat Network demo account for marburg, the Red Hat Linux 8 machine that used to be in my office at WRI, has been disabled.

B. F. Deal, as they say. marburg was scrapped three months ago, and Red Hat Network demo accounts are quite useless: the update site always says, “Gee, sorry, too many users, maybe if you give us some money we'll let you in.”

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Jennifer cleaned out the closet in Jacob's room this morning: two years worth of random stuff in there, now divided into three groups: baby clothes, for Ryan; items for the garage sale we're going to have, one of these days; and things going to Goodwill.

(We kept a lot, though. Might need it again, you never know.)

Doing my bit, I excavated a couple of boxes from the quilting room closet. One box contained the sad remnants of my record collection.

Twenty years ago, I had approximately 130 records; after buying my first CD player (in March of 1985), I stopped buying new ones, but kept listening to the ones I had. Then, in December of 1986, my turntable died. I never bothered to repair or replace it; the records went into the closet, and never came out until today.

Now, almost all of them are in the car, awaiting donation to this year's Vintage Vinyl sale. I kept only six:

In the Long Grass, The Boomtown Rats
Other Voices, The Doors
Full Circle, The Doors
Mood Swing, The Nails
Twelve, Anthony Phillips
Planet P, Planet P

I have this idea of getting these on tape, feeding them into nessus, and digitizing them (MP3s, whatever).


Well. Just now, close to twenty years after buying Twelve, I learn that Anthony Phillips was in Genesis. Small world, etc.


I had the notion that today was Ascension Day, but it isn't. This year, Ascension Day—the fortieth day after Easter—is on the 29th.

I only know about Ascension Day because it's mentioned in a Spirit of the West song.

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Drove down to Arthur this morning, mostly to get out of town for a few hours but also for Jennifer to buy some fabric. (Well, yes, we did stop at the fudge store, too, now that you mention it.)

Lunch was at Yoder's: chicken & noodles, with cherry pie for dessert, very tasty (and much less filling than the buffet, which I had last time—February 9, 2002, that was—and which nearly made me ill).

Arthur has a web site: www.arthuril.com. (I have adjusted the link to bypass the annoying splash screen. I don't know why people design main pages that only say, “Click here for our real main page!” I wish they wouldn't.)

Douglas County also has a web site, www.douglascotourism.com, but apparently they're having problems: the page that comes up is the Apache default page, the one you see when your site has been deleted. Oops.


Spent a few hours in the library this afternoon, trying to find a map of Posey County (Indiana) cemeteries. And I found one, a somewhat tiny map with county roads & cemeteries clearly marked. It doesn't name any names, though, so I'll have to drive around the county and find out for myself which is which.

I can do that, I suppose. I have a GPS receiver.

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Well: Snoqualmie Falls has a web site: www.snoqualmiefalls.com.

They have a store, at which one can buy Snoqualmie Falls Lodge Oatmeal ($37 for 19½ pounds), Pancake & Waffle Mix ($38 for 30 pounds), or Biscuit Mix ($35 for 18 pounds).

I suppose this would be a good addition to the year's supply of food, mentioned previously (April 16, to be exact).


Long weekend, due to Memorial Day. I plan to not think about work at all until Tuesday (and maybe not then).


Jacob came home from daycare today with his pants on backwards. We don't know whether the daycare ladies reversed them after a diaper change, or they were backwards all day.


[Started reading Echoes of the Well of Souls, by Jack L. Chalker. It's been ten years since I bought the trilogy, and only now am I starting to read it.]

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More virusmail in the inbox this morning. I thought about saving the infected .pif file somewhere, so I could have a look at it, but decided against it.


Wil Wheaton has a new book, coming soon: Dancing Barefoot. Only $16, direct from the publisher, Monolith Press (www.monolithpress.com).


Outlook Express insists on rendering as a link anything that looks even vaguely URL-ish in a message. Even in plain-text-formatted outgoing messages (where clicking on the unwelcome links doesn't actually work). It's very annoying, but there seems to be no way to turn it off.

It's all part of the Microsoft philosophy: We don't care what you were trying to do, or even what you told the program to do; we'll just do whatever we think you really meant.


Interesting Washington Post article about Ronald Scelson, spammer, who sends between ten and fifteen million email messages every hour to people who don't want to receive them.

He offers the standard spammer justifications:

  • Internet providers spam their customers, why can't I? I had to growl at EarthLink a few times, but they finally did stop sending me their important offers from special partners. I rather doubt that anything short of homicide would prevent Mr. Scelson from sending me spam.
  • Blocking my spam is censorship. If I hang up on a telemarketer, have I censored anyone? If I hire someone to stand at the curb and prevent door-to-door salesmen from coming up the walk, have I censored anyone? Freedom of speech does not guarantee an audience.

Useful information: US Postal Service Form 1500, Application for Listing and/or Prohibitory Order, which asks the USPS not to deliver porn junk mail.


Made a quick run to the library, for a peek at Posey County Cemetery Records, by Carroll O. Cox. I was looking for some directions to find the three cemeteries I want to visit—Smith Graveyard, Goad Cemetery and Welborn Cemetery—but came up empty-handed.

Maybe somebody at the Mt. Vernon public library could help me. I'll have to make some phone calls tomorrow.

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Apparently today is Employee Health & Fitness Day. To celebrate, WRI held a walk to Hessel Park (just down the street from WRI World HQ), with free snacks to be provided to all participants.

Too bad they sent the announcement to the non-work-related mailing list, from which I unsubscribed four years ago, so I didn't find out until after it was over.


I have this theory that the Microsofties, taken as a group, are much more interested in writing new code than in maintaining existing code. Heinous & easily-tickled bugs lurk in their socket library, and have been there since at least Windows NT 4.0 (1996), but the 'softies show no interest in fixing them.

Windows XP has an interesting input-focus problem. If the Internet Explorer option ‘reuse windows for launching shortcuts’ is disabled, and there's an open browser window, and I click on an entry in Start -> Favorites (or the Links toolbar in the taskbar), a new browser window opens—but doesn't get the input focus. So far as I can tell, no window gets the focus. It's just gone.

I don't suppose they'll fix this any time soon, either.


Years ago, I had my alarm clock & car radio set to WLS, and my schedule was such that one or the other was usually on for most of the Rush Limbaugh show.

One of the more frequent commercials on Rush's show was for Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. When I stopped listening to Rush, I stopped hearing the commercials, and Ruth's Chris Steakhouse dropped off my radar.

Until today: I happened across a blog entry (an ugly word, blog, but language will sometimes evolve in ugly directions) describing a visit to the Baton Rouge restaurant. So, I started poking around.

They have a web site, www.ruthschris.com; their nearest restaurant is in Indianapolis; their menu is online, but prices are conspicuously absent; they sell gift cards up to $500.

I don't think I want to eat somewhere that dinner might cost $500.


Correction: a somewhat difficult-to-find page on the Ruth's Chris Steakhouse site mentions that entrees typically cost $18–$30. That's not so expensive. Still, I doubt that there's anything there for Jennifer or Jacob to eat. And I really doubt that they'd let me in, dressed in my usual scruffy clothes.

There's always Texas Roadhouse, very tasty and about 120 miles closer to home.


Frustration on the genealogy front: Carroll O. Cox's book, Posey County Cemetery Records, claims that various Sturms are buried in Smith Graveyard, Goad Cemetery and Welborn Cemetery, but GNIS only knows about Welborn Church (which, presumably, has a cemetery nearby). Streets & Trips knows about a Goad Cemetery Road, but I can't find a cemetery on it. And nobody knows anything about Smith Graveyard.

Another trip to the library is in order, I think.

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Cold & cloudy this morning. Jacob was very grumpy, too. Maybe he's getting sick?


Lunchtime, and the clouds are gone. How nice.

Another reason not to use GNUcash (www.gnucash.org): it doesn't run on Windows.


The three of us went for a walk this evening; in a fit of geekness I brought the GPS receiver along. We walked .37 miles at an average speed of 2.6 miles per hour.

(I wonder, though: how can a GPS receiver calculate distance & speed so precisely when its position measurements are only accurate to +/- 50 feet? If only I'd paid more attention in numerical analysis class, twenty years ago, maybe I'd know.)

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Sometime over the weekend, a new email virus started circulating: bland headers, a bland message, with an attached .pif file. Open the attachment, and—presto!—you're infected, and the virus sends itself to everyone in your address book.

Somewhere along the line, the virus found the address of a WRI-internal mailing list, so everybody on the list got a copy. Most of the recipients said, “Virus, feh.” and deleted it. A few others responded:

“What's this?”
“Gee, I dunno.”
“Why are you sending it to me?”
“I didn't send you anything.”

...etc., etc., ad nauseam. The obligatory “please don't reply to this message” message was sent mid-morning, and has so far been ignored.


Jennifer is home from her quilter retreat. Jacob and I are very happy.


A little yard work this evening: Jennifer used the two bags of topsoil to fill in the hole where the clothesline poles used to be, then sprinkled grass seed over it (and all over the rest of the yard, too).

Myself, I planted some chamomile in one of the windowboxes, and put it on a convenient shelf out in the back yard. The porch gets much too hot during the daytime; the poor chamomile would be roasted. Out in the yard, it'll have a fighting chance.

The seed packet says germination in five to ten days; we'll see.


Red Hat keeps pestering me with Red Hat Network Alerts, encouraging me to download numerous updates, security patches, etc. Alas, their update server keeps telling me that they have no spare bandwidth for guest accounts.

Maybe I'll just unsubscribe.

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Woke up around 4:30 this morning with a most unpleasant headache. I gobbled some ibuprofen (store brand, half the price of Advil) and wondered whether a cold washcloth over my eyes would have any effect. After a while, I went back to sleep.

I feel better now.

(Just to be safe, I ran my pillows through the wash, then fluffed them in the drier for several hours.)


Jake & I had a quiet day. We went to Prairie Gardens for some topsoil (two bags, $2.58—no wonder they say cheap as dirt) and a new notepad for the refrigerator door. Then we bought some more groceries (everything that wasn't on the list Friday evening).

The rest of the time, we stayed inside and played. Just now (9:33pm), Jacob is sleeping, the dishwasher is running, and I have a few things to do on the computer before going to bed.


Two weeks ago, the daycare ladies sent home a Mother's Day present for Jennifer: a basil plant, in a clay pot decorated with ladybugs by Jacob. Alas, the paint didn't stick too well, and the ladybugs all smeared; and the basil plant appears to have died. I think I killed it.

Sorry, basil. Sorry, Jennifer. Sorry, daycare ladies.

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Finished reading The Hundred Years War, by Desmond Seward. I had a hard time keeping straight the tangle of names & places: a few more maps would have been useful.

I don't know why I've been reading so much British history these last few years.


Well: my first piece of Messenger service spam arrived this evening, a great big message box splat in the middle of the screen. There won't be another—I've disabled the Messenger service.

Spam is the internet crisis du jour; congressdroids are going before the cameras to denounce the plague of spam and propose legislation. It won't help—legislation rarely fixes anything, but it's the only thing legislators know how to do.


Jake & I went to a picnic this evening, out at Lake of the Woods. It was fun. On the way back, we passed a biker picnic: a bunch of parked motorcycles, a bunch of people wearing leather, and a big sign announcing a Hog Roast.


I had thought that with my shiny new GPS receiver, I might contribute to the Degree Confluence Project (www.confluence.org), but I see that the nearest unvisited confluence is 38°N 83°W and is in the middle of a uranium processing plant: the sort of place where strangers with cameras tend to get shot at.

There's always geocaching: www.geocaching.com.

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Jake & I have the house to ourselves for a few days: Jennifer's off at a quilter retreat.

This evening, we mostly sat on the couch and watched television. Tomorrow we'll have to find more energetic ways to amuse ourselves.


In today's mail: a statement (monthly? quarterly?) from the Social Security Administration, painting a rosy picture of my post-retirement finances. I don't know why they bother—nobody my age believes they'll get anything from Social Security. Far more likely is one of:

  • They'll raise the retirement age past my expected lifespan, then raise the penalties for ‘early’ retirement to the point that my benefits won't even pay bus fare.
  • Social Security system will go completely bankrupt, and I won't get anything.

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Somewhere in Hamburg—the Free and Hanseatic City of Hamburg, that is—is a webcam: www.hamburg-rathausmarkt.de. I suppose if I knew German, the word ‘rathausmarkt’ wouldn't be nearly so interesting. As it is, I can't decide whether a rathausmarkt is a place to buy rats, or a place to buy small houses for your rats to live in.


Well. Google has a translate-this-page option, which tells me that rathausmarkt means ‘town hall market’. No rats involved, I'm afraid. Disappointing.


After a brief absence, the RSS file has returned. Aggregate at will.

[It's gone again.]


In today's mail: the bank statement, which contained the surprising news that the Illinois Department of Revenue paid our state income tax refund on May 8th. I thought they were broke. They must have held a bake sale or something.

[Incidentally, today marks two years since Eazel went under.]

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The guest speaker at last night's genealogy society meeting was a surveyor, who talked about (you guessed it) surveying. (I never knew that Meridian Street in Indianapolis was so named because it lies on the Second Principal Meridian, adopted in 1805 during the initial surveys of the Northwest Territory.)

It occurred to me that surveying is to geometry as computing is to mathematics. Geometry and mathematics are purely intellectual exercises, where all measurements & calculations occur with perfect accuracy and infinite precision. Surveying and computing occur in the messy old real world, where perfection is just not possible.

After the meeting, I showed off my shiny new GPS receiver. One of the genealogists volunteered that she has one, too—in the car, hooked up to the ham radio gear, and connected to the internet to send real-time location data back home.

My little blue GPS toy didn't seem nearly so impressive & geeky compared to that setup.


Microsoft sells Visual C# for people who want to write .NET applications in C#. There's also the .NET Compact Framework, for people who want to run .NET applications on Windows CE machines (e.g., the iPaq).

Can Visual C# target the .NET Compact Framework? No.

If you want to write C# applications for Windows CE, you have to buy Visual Studio—that is, you have to buy Visual Basic .NET, Visual C++ .NET and Visual J# .NET, in addition to Visual C# .NET.

This doesn't seem quite reasonable: why do I need a Basic compiler to write C# code? Why do I need a C++ compiler? And does anyone need J# for anything?


Thunderstorms this evening: tornadoes nearby (Rantoul, Farmer City), but nothing too exciting here.


This made me laugh:

SCO realized that with Linux available, nobody's going to pay big bucks for UNIX any more. Rather than do something sensible—cut prices, ship an operating system that works better than Linux, etc.—they hired a bunch of lawyers and sued IBM. After two months, they realized that IBM has enough money & lawyers to string SCO along for decades if they have to, so now they're going after Linux users.

“We're suing IBM, and if you don't buy our software, we'll sue you, too,” is the implied threat.

Slashdot ran an article about this, including a link to the blackmail letter. SCO apparently wearied of the Slashdot effect and put in a referral check: anybody who clicks the Slashdot link gets a 404 page. That kept out the six people in the world who don't know how to bypass a referral check. The rest of us got to read a whiny little missive, and a bunch of legal mumbo-jumbo.

The funny thing is: Linux is open-source. If SCO thinks some of its own code is lurking within Linux, it can look at the source itself, and it can publish any stolen code that it finds. That it hasn't done so suggests this is just another money-grab, like Caldera vs. Microsoft.

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Bought a GPS receiver this morning: the Garmin eTrex Legend. Very nice, except that it can't see any satellites unless it's outside. I guess I can't record the exact latitude & longitude of my office.

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Thinking about GPS receivers. It's complicated.

I could get a standalone unit, like the Garmin eTrex Legend ($250, less a $50 rebate), but it would be nice to have something that could talk to the iPaq. I could get a Compact Flash unit, like the Pretec CompactGPS, but I'd have to upgrade my copy of Streets & Trips (since S&T 2001 doesn't talk to GPS receivers) and leaving the thing on (say, while driving the back roads of White County, looking for cemeteries) would drain the iPaq's battery in no time.

Rumor has it that the eTrex Legend can talk to the iPaq: it just takes a little creative cabling. Hm...


Norm sent out a few pictures of Ryan, so we out-of-towners could get a look at him. What a cutie. (Ryan, that is, not Norm.)


A mid-week visit to Normal (and/or Bloomington), for dinner at Avanti's, a brief visit with the grandparents, and to see the twenty-five-hour-old Ryan.

We took a few pictures—not too many; I didn't want to zap his little eyes with the flash—so there might be a Kid Pix mailing soon.

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Mother's Day in Normal.

Very windy today, which made the drive to & from Normal a bit more challenging than usual.

Upon our return, a message on the answering machine: from Sue, who moved to Seattle six years ago (more or less). I think I will call her back and see what's new with her.


Welcome to the world, Ryan Patrick.

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Thunderstorms this morning, tornado warnings for various counties south of here (Douglas, etc.).


I almost bought a copy of Windows XP this afternoon, but changed my mind at the last minute. I've got nessus working quite nicely right now, and I couldn't convince myself that the transition from Windows 2000 to Windows XP would be painless.

That, and I couldn't think of $200 worth of things XP does that 2000 doesn't.


The Arlington Heights grandparents & I were going to do a little videoconferencing this evening, but Grandma wasn't happy with the video quality. “I don't want Jacob to think I look like that,” she said. So we just chatted on the phone for a while.


The cellular network went digital several years ago; the internet bandwidth available to an individual phone keeps going up; and phones are starting to have cameras built in. One day we'll wake up & realize we've all got Dick Tracy tv-phones in our pockets.

What will the non-cellular phone companies do, when people realize that they just don't need a houseful of telephones any more?


Today—or perhaps yesterday—was the ninth anniversary of two events: an annular eclipse of the sun, the centerline of which passed within a few miles of Champaign; and the execution of John Wayne Gacy. Both were Big News in 1994.

[I just checked. It all happened on May 10th, 1994.]

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Thunderstorms last night, around 12:30am. Very humid this morning: when I backed the car out of the garage, the windows steamed up—on the outside.


The Register says:

The main problem with blogs is that...they masquerade as useful information when all they contain is idle chatter.

This isn't a blog, it's a daybook—but it is mostly idle chatter. That's the whole point of a daybook: stuff that happened today.


Watched the two-hour finale of Eco-Challenge 2002—www.ecochallenge.com—last night.

Coverage this year was less thorough than usual. There were 81 teams in the race, but the cameras only followed five of them: the three most likely to win, and the two celebrity teams. The other seventy-six teams were rarely mentioned.

Looking at the Eco-Challenge web site, I see that most teams were named after their sponsors: Seagate.com NZ, GoLite/Balance Bar, etc. But the sponsor names were discreetly omitted during the show: ‘The Kiwis’; ‘Team GoLite’, etc. On the other hand, the show itself was sponsored by GM, and it just happened to be necessary at one point in the race to give the contestants a ride in shiny black GM sport-utility vehicles.

No word yet on Eco-Challenge 2003.


Oops: the Daybook index pages for 2000 and 2003 are using the Article template, not the Index template. I'll have to fix that.

(Then I can get on with the project of separating Daybook entries into individual pages. I've done 1999 and 2001–2003, I just need to do 2000 and I'll be done.)


In today's mail: a long-distance bill from AT&T. I logged in to their accounts-online page a few weeks ago, and it told me our balance was $0; since then, they've apparently discovered a few long-distance calls we made three months ago, and want us to pay up.


Upgraded the iPaq to Pocket Genealogist 2.17, and in the process moved the database (all 650KB of it) to the CF card. No problems yet, which is nice.


Uploaded pictures from the digital camera, found a very nice one of Jacob. Conveniently, it had been taken on the 1st, so it is the official two years and one month photo.

I added it to the May 1st entry, which seems like cheating somehow.

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Cloudy this morning.


Problems with the new year index pages in the Daybook—the last four months of 2002 are missing. (The pages are there, but the links to them are missing.)

I'll have to investigate.


Jacob has developed a mania for big trucks. If he hears one go by, he's glued to the window, watching. If we're driving around town, he points out every one he sees: “Big truck! Big truck!”

I was like that with trains, when I was his age.


Ah. The Daybook entry for August 28, 2002, has the wrong publication date: it's marked as published on the 29th, not the 28th.

I suppose if my calendar generator were better designed, it would have noticed this instead of quietly doing something stupid. Perhaps a rewrite is in order.

07

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Poor Jennifer, not feeling well today. (And it looks like Jacob is catching a cold. I am surrounded by illness.)


The lid came off Jacob's sandbox, sometime in the night. The sand is a little soggy on one side now.


From an article about Windows 2005, aka Longhorn:

In Longhorn, each window has its own, full-featured surface, independent of the other windows and each window thinks it is always 100 percent visible, forcing it to redraw itself constantly. Likewise, the desktop is rendered many times a second by combining the contents of each open window.

Maybe by 2005 I'll have a computer with enough horsepower to run Longhorn at a reasonable speed, but I doubt it.


Geekness: downloaded the latest version of Pocket Genealogist (from www.northernhillssoftware.com), then copied it—via the Socket wireless network card—to the iPaq.

No more wasting CD-R blanks just to take software home. How nice.

(And Pocket Genealogist is supposedly quite happy to keep its database on a Compact Flash memory card. I'll have to try that sometime.)


Well. Big changes in the Daybook. The month subdirectories are gone, as are the month index pages; everything for a year is all in one place. (Sorry if I've broken anyone's bookmarks.)

There were some broken links here & there in the Daybook; these have been fixed.

Only now—9:00pm, May 7—did I realize that I haven't taken Jacob's twenty-five-month picture yet. What a slacker parent I am.

06

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Fog Creek has released a beta version of CityDesk 2.0. Lots of cool new features, and a free upgrade to users of CityDesk 1.0 (e.g., me). The CityScript language has been beefed up considerably, which will be quite useful for these pages.

It's been a while since anything from Microsoft sparked my interest so much.

05

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In today's mail: the June 2003 issue of Dr. Dobb's Journal. My subscription ran out last month, so I wasn't expecting it. Maybe they're hoping I sent in a last-minute renewal. Alas, I did not.

Tucked into the bag with the magazine was a 180-day evaluation copy of Windows Server 2003. I don't have any spare computers lying around—certainly none robust enough to meet the system requirements for Windows Server 2003—and don't have the time to install & play with an operating system I'll never use. So I threw it away.

03

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The doorbell rang this afternoon: two fresh-faced young men, black pants, white short-sleeved shirts, matching black plastic name tags with white lettering (the same everywhere, as if they all come from the same factory).

By now, you've guessed who they were: a pair of Mormons, doing missionary work. We had a brief but pleasant chat. They tried to give me a copy of the Book of Mormon, but I told them I already have one. (And I do, somewhere.)

They wanted to come back for a second visit, to show us a video about Joseph Smith; I was carefully non-committal. I know enough about the Mormons by now to decide whether I want to become one.

Still, it was pleasant to chat about Carthage, and Nauvoo, and even Personal Ancestral File.

01

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Jennifer's back from her business trip. Jacob and I are very happy.

Flowers

[This picture was taken on May 1st, but I didn't get around to adding it here until the 9th.]

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