Just A Couple of Things.

I have a few rants brewing in my psyche today. I’ve been debating them a little bit, trying to decide if it was healthier for me to blow off some steam or to keep it all in and just deal with it.

I’ve decided to blow off some steam.

First of all, let’s start with the fellow drivers on the road. As automotive technology increases apparently the motorist’s common sense decreases. In New York, like many other states, you must turn on your headlights when your windshield wipers are on. It’s a law that makes sense to me; usually when it’s raining it’s dark enough or visibility is reduced enough to warrant the use of headlights. But because cars are becoming smarter than the drivers, motorists are relying on cars to turn their own lights on instead of having a human exerting the effort of turn the little knob on the turn signal stalk. This results in daytime running lights being on but not the actual head and taillights. So the purpose of the law is lost. I noticed a correlation this morning, the more expensive or bigger the vehicle, the less likely that the headlights will be on.

Secondly, combining this overly marketed, ad laden world with the ultra PC vibe we’ve got going on lately is making “normal” people feel ugly. Every commercial, every brochure, every pamphlet has picture perfect people with picture perfect teeth plastered on whatever the marketing material happens to be in a perfectly diverse group setting. There’s a man. There’s a woman. There’s a white person. There’s an African American person. There’s an Asian person. Where’s the drag queen? The Bosnian? The Italian? The Native American? The Cello Player? I’m sorry, but if you’re going to market to me, market to me in a realistic manner and just put *people* on the brochure. Quite frankly, I don’t care what race or sex you are when you’re trying to sell me something I probably don’t need. Just make it look normal. I realize that it’s quite easy for me to say that from my point of view, but just don’t insult my intelligence by making things appear to be all unified when there’s people killing each other all over the world for stupid shit.

And lastly, software developers really need to stop taking the above mentioned ratio of people and plastering them in software simply because they can. In my job I use a web based software program provided by a really big, mean, nasty telephone company that rhymes with “Horizon”. Said software program is peppered with pictures of Asian women smiling everywhere. I have no idea why, but there they are on screen after screen, smiling. They’re usually in mildly seductive poses whilst wearing an operator’s headset. I have nothing against Asian women, in fact, I find them to be quite attractive but c’mon, I’m running a line test for Betty Lou’s residential phone line, I don’t need a face staring at me while I’m doing it.

Thank you for listening. I feel loads better.

Rock The Vote.

Earl and I did our American duty today and voted in the local primary elections. Thankfully, we had the luxury of using the tried and true mechanical voting machines that many are familiar with and many more miss.

I am gadget freak. I love computers. I think technology can do wonders for one’s life.

Electronic voting machines are a bad thing. A very bad thing.

First of all, many if not most voting machines are made by the Diebold company. They are what we call “closed source”. Closed source software means the software is proprietary. Somewhere there’s a group of programmers putting together any given software program. Only these programmers know the inner workings of the program. They’re the only ones that know how the software works and in some instances, how the software breaks. Another example of “closed source” software is just about anything made by Microsoft (Windows, Office, etc.)

The opposite of “closed source” software is “open source” software. The often mentioned operating systems built around Linux are open source. Anyone can see the programming code that makes up that particular piece of software. The kernel, or foundation of Mac OS X, is open source. Anyone can see what makes open source software tick. There can’t be anything hidden or detrimental in the code because it’s available to anyone. In theory, a closed source based voting machine could be programmed to jimmy votes in any given direction based on some random input on a touchscreen. (For example, a programmer could code the program so that if a voter touches spots 1, 18, 73, 24 and 91 in that order within five seconds, move 10% of any non-republican votes to the republican column). That couldn’t happen with open source software because someone would see the code required for that sequence to work.

Another concern with electronic voting machines is the fear factor. There are people in the world that are afraid to use a computer. They don’t use the ATM. They don’t check themselves out at the grocery store. They don’t even have a touch-tone phone. They don’t like electronic gadgets. To force someone leery of technology to use a computer based voting machine is wrong.

And my last problem with many electronic voting machines is the lack of a paper trail. There’s no way to confirm the voting machine tallied the correct number of votes in the proper column. Should the machine fail, there’s a chance that it could take the day’s counts right with it. With a mechanical system, if the voting machine locks up it’s not going to reset the counters. It just “locks up” or freezes (remember when the old cash registers at the grocery and department stores would occasionally do that?).

So when you vote in the mid-term elections in November and are faced with an electronic voting machine, ask if there’s a paper based alternative for you to use. Express your concern with electronic voting machines. If there’s no alternative for you, then do the right thing and still vote.

Always vote. It’s your right as an American. And we’ll all hope your vote is counted properly.

Dump It.

I finally went ahead, did the deed and made a commitment to our merry little household.

I ordered a dumpster to be delivered on Thursday so that we can clean out the basement and garage. We live on the edge in these parts.

I find it amazing that we’ve lived in the house for only three years or so and that we’ve accumulated so much junk in the basement. As I’m reminded from time to time, it’s my fault. I’m a packrat and will save things for either sentimental value or perceived functionality.

I think I have every card Earl has ever given me. I have every birthday card I’ve received in the past 15 or so years. I keep smashed Christmas ornaments because they were once so pretty.

I’m whacked.

So this weekend we’re cleaning out and making way in the cellar for something a little more useful – a green screen for videotaping purposes. I’ll soon be soaring through the skies above any random city on “B” roll.

Such fun.

Five Years.


This picture was taken in 2002, when Earl and I took the opportunity to visit the makeshift memorial for the passengers of Flight 93 in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
It has been five years since, well, 9/11/01. Though my blog was brand new at the time, I didn’t have a chance to write that day. I did write a brief entry the following day and this line sticks out:

“I believe our lives changed yesterday at 8:48 a.m. forever.”

The world has become seemingly more complicated since the attacks. I wonder if things will ever get back to “normal”.

Update @12:33 p.m. – I just read Joe.My.God.’s account of September 11. Remembering the events of five years ago today feels like you’re pulling a scab off a wound. It’s still there, it’s just been covered up a while as it tries to heal. Seeing the pictures and reading his account, as well as others on the web, still make me tear up. Recollecting the trip Earl and I made to Shanksville, Pennsylvania in 2002 to honor those on Flight 93 still brings a lump to my throat.

I haven’t watched the CNN Pipeline real-time coverage from 9/11/01. I don’t think I really want to. My memory provides me all the coverage I need and I feel while it’s very important to remember the event and to honor those that passed on, it’s also important for us to look forward in search of that brighter future.

If you squint and I squint, we both will be able to see it lying ahead on the path before us.

Get Up!

It was 5 a.m. Earl and I were sound asleep enjoying the cool September air. Tom was perched next to my side, sound asleep as well. I was dreaming of pleasant things.

And then the phone rang.

My supervisor was calling from work. He had a family emergency and needed me to work the early shift this morning. While it’s not the best way to kick off a work week, sometimes you have to do what you have to do.

So now it’s a little after six and I’m fully dressed, somewhat awake and watching the sunrise.

Wake up me up for lunch.

Babbling Brook.




Posing at Hillside.

Originally uploaded by bluemarvel.

Earl and I spent the weekend at Hillside Campground in the mountains of Northeast Pennsylvania. It was a very relaxing weekend, giving us the chance to catch up on some sleep and hang out with old friends.

Hillside is situated on the side of a very steep mountain (surprise, surprise). Back in the day, we would stay about 3/4 of the way up at a friend’s permanent site. The past year or so, we’ve stayed 1/2 way. This trip was our first experience at the bottom of the hill along the babbling brook.

I burped, frogs jumped. It was kind of cool.

The rain tried to dampen our spirits Saturday afternoon with an impressive thunderstorm, but it didn’t slow anyone down. The rumbling of thunder through the mountains just added to the excitement and by bonfire time, the sky was clear and the party was on.

A good way to spend the weekend.

Routine Change.

Sometimes I get so hung up in my daily routine that I forget how marvelous things can be when you change it up a little bit. I’m so amused by simple things.

Today I took my lunch at 11:00 a.m. I’ve never done that before. The were less cars on the road. I actually got to see our neighbors working in the lawn (he’s weedwhacking down their vegetable garden for some odd reason, but I’m not one to ask questions why) and I was greeted at the front door by a groggy looking cat that wanted to know why I was home so early.

Truth be known, I also came home early to down two Advil, since I had a tooth that was hurting me a little bit and I wanted the pain to stop. I’m hoping that’ll be it as far as the tooth is concerned, but only time will tell. I think I got too wild with the electric toothbrush last night before going to bed.

Nevertheless, I’m sitting here in the late morning eating lunch and I’m fully enjoying the experience. I’m so easily amused.

Hello Princess.

I was flipping through the channels the other day rather disgusted with what our hundreds of channels were offering in the way of “entertainment”. Reality shows, depressing news, infomercials, commercials, commercials and more commercials; it seemed like there was nothing on.

And then I stumbled across one of our favorite channels, Logo. And there she was, larger than life as always, and looking just as good as she did a little over 10 years ago when I first discovered her.

Welcome back my TiVo To Do List, Xena: The Warrior Princess. Thank the Universe for reruns.

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By the way, the rumors are true, I do have my own chakram. It’s a cheap imitation, it never returns to me when I throw it.

Death Done Tacky.

Providing technical support to customers can sometimes be very interesting. Working in the telecommunications field, you get all sorts of people asking questions you could never even begin to imagine. With part of our company devoted to telephone and toll-free service, we have lovers leaving voice messages in “secret voicemail boxes”, sex line operators calling in with sexual harassment complaints, the list goes on and on.

Today was an exercise in tacky.

Now, I’m going to tell you up front that I’m not going to provide a link to the website I’m about to discuss. But the site in question is for a funeral home and it is an exercise in tacky right from the start.

Normally, when one thinks of a funeral home, they think of a somber, respectful place where family and friends can pay their last respects to a loved one. Personally, I think the website for a funeral home should be an extension of that atmosphere, it should be designed to be informative and respectful and should maintain a certain amount of dignity.

The website is nothing like that. There’s scrolling messages proclaiming sales. There’s a timer/clock thing that follows your mouse around the screen and when you land on the site, a woman’s voice comes booming through your speakers in an effort to sound God like. I found it so startling that I don’t even remember what it says.

Mind you, as I’m browsing this site, I have the customer on the phone and am trying to address some technical issues.

So I take a look around the site, which gives the weather in both fahrenheit and celsius, and then I jump to a registration page where music comes blaring out and it’s, get ready for it…

… “Dust In The Wind”. In glorious “I bought it at K-mart in 1987” Casio Keyboard splendor.

After listening to some music I then notice another link on the site.

TO THEIR WEBCAM.

The webcam shows the front steps so that people may get a glimpse of “pall bearers, the hearse, the automatic sprinklers or someone shoveling snow!” The cam can be repositioned to face inside the funeral home if requested.

Groovy.

I am proud to say that I maintained my professionalism the entire time while working with the customer on his website. Thank goodness the music and floating doodads are relegated to the Internet Explorer users.

Spencerport, N.Y.

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As I mentioned in my previous post, today I took some comp time from work and did some “roadgeeking” in the Rochester area of the state. I took over 100 photos for archival purposes for my web site. Let’s hear it for digital photography!

Earl was kind enough to make me lunch before leaving for his business trip, so I had my lunch pail packed and ready to go this morning when I awoke. I found myself in Spencerport at lunch time. Spencerport is situated along the famous Erie Canal, hence the “port” in it’s name. I never knew this but some of the bridges over the canal in this area are lift bridges. Instead of a traditional draw bridge, the whole bridge goes up and down in tandem. While I didn’t get a chance to see the one on Main Street in Spencerport in action, I did read about it while enjoying lunch at one of the Canalway Trail picnic areas. I posed for a picture next to the information board for posterity. Let’s hear it for digital photography with built-in timer!

The lunch was delicious too.