A few little items:
I’ve been working from home for the past month or so. We’d been in a co-working space in Boston for the past year, and it was decided that since most of the developers are remote from the main London office, we should work remotely too. I’m still not sure how I feel about it. I’m finding that I personally end up working very late. On the flip side, I did pick up two lovely 27″ Thunderbolt monitors which work just as well with my personal Mac as they do with my work Mac.
There’s been a nasty strain of what’s probably the flu going around this week, and I managed to pick it up. I was fine on Sunday, with just a little cough, Monday, I was a little achy over the course of the day, and I was pretty much out of it the rest of the week. Tuesday and Wednesday I managed to get up and get dressed, get some code reviews done, do some minor work, and then fall back into bed. I haven’t felt this crummy for so many days since grade school. No appetite, achy and feverish all over, chills, headaches, the works. By Friday I was starting to feel a little better, but I’m still feeling a bit light-headed. It’s also run through my brother’s family, my sister’s family, the family across the street, and my friends report being sick too.
We’ve had a pretty strong nor’easter Friday and Saturday. Rain and snow Friday, heavy rain yesterday that turned back to snow. And then today, I noticed the first of my new planting of crocuses had blossomed.
Spring time, and better days, are ahead.
Friday was St. Patrick’s day, and today’s the big parade in South Boston, and it’s a big deal. I was surprised to find out from our contractors that they had St. Patrick’s Day celebrations in both Leicester England and Porto Portugal.
Despite having an Irish surname, I’ve never felt Irish. I’ve never cared about St. Patrick’s day, and have never cared for the hoopla. If I remember on the day, that it is St. Patrick’s day, I generally make a point of not wearing green just to be contrary. This year I forgot, so I happened to be wearing a plaid shirt with some green in it.
See, the thing is, I’m really a mongrel. My ancestry is English, Irish, French/Canadian and Scottish. What this makes me is American, and that’s perfectly fine by me.
I’m getting very annoyed with the way local media is abusing the term “breaking news”. To my mind, stories must meet these criteria to be termed “Breaking News”
- The story must have just become known,
- and be of an urgent or emergency nature
- or supremely important
I’m a Boston Globe subscriber, and we watch the Channel 5 news. Both are bothering me with their misuses of “breaking news”.
The Globe sends out breaking news emails, and they’re pretty good about doing it in timely fashion, but I’m really starting to wonder about their news judgement. For example, Friday, I got an email from them: “Breaking News Alert: Baker promises state funding to offset any Planned Parenthood cuts”. This is not urgent, this is not an emergency, it doesn’t rise to the level of importance I would expect —and it is done via an email, which means it’s an interruption. Lately, they’ve been supplementing it with “morning”, “midday” and “afternoon” reads.
I do read the news. But it if isn’t pressing, I’d prefer to read it on my own schedule.
They also send out a morning digest of the headlines— that, I do appreciate and enjoy, because it comes on a schedule and is not an interruption. I also do appreciate the breaking new alerts that truly are breaking; for example the alert they sent out last week of a major problem on the expressway. They weren’t doing the email alerts at the time of the Marathon bombing, but it would have been entirely appropriate then.
WCVB misuses the term in another way, to promote news stories that have already been broken. This weekend’s example would be the fire in Warwick that happened overnight, but was still being described as “breaking” on the 6 PM newscast the following day. It’s especially annoying when there is nothing new to the story, and they’ve been telling the story all afternoon on their various newscasts. If there is nothing new to add, and the story is more than a couple of hours old, it is no longer “breaking”.
The term “breaking news” used to imply some sort of emergency. If news organizations continue to abuse it, like the boy who cried “Wolf”, the public will learn to ignore it.
Sometimes, I find myself doing the same stupid thing over and over again.
I bought Seasons 1 and 2 of the remastered Star Trek: The Next Generation. TNG is probably my favorite of the Star Trek series. I managed to wade through Season 1 but didn’t make it very far into Season 2.
When Borders was closing, I saw a complete DVD set of The World At War on sale for $30. My Dad and I used watch it together when it first came out, and I can still remember the theme music. The box set is sitting in a drawer, unopened.
I started re-watching episodes of WKRP In Cincinnati on YouTube. I didn’t care for the quality, and the bootleg versions they had were clipped top and bottom, so I bought the complete box set of all the seasons. So far, I’ve just made it to the middle of Season 1, where Mama Carlson does a performance review of the station.
A couple of weeks ago iTunes had a sale on the first season of Batman, for only $10. I loved Batman as a kid, and still sometimes catch it on MeTV. I enjoy it differently than I did then, but it’s still fun. I haven’t watched any of it yet.
And now, I find myself wanting to sign up for HBO in order to get Game of Thrones. I haven’t seen it, but it looks interesting. Lot of people are really into it. But am I really ready to binge watch 60 hours of it? The clock is ticking; the next season begins this summer.
It’s amazing what a difference having a snow blower makes. I rather enjoyed it. First I cleared our driveway, then I cleared the drain across the street and then cleared the ends of a couple of neighbor’s driveways to boot, before heading out to breakfast.
The porch ceiling was leaking, so after I got back, I got up on the roof and cleared off the porch roof, and roof raked the main roof. In hind sight this may not have been a great idea — the sun warmed the roof, and melted the scraps of snow that I left, and this meltwater then leaked through the porch ceiling. It does make me more certain that the leak is related to the gutter; I think when the gutter backs up, or the wind is from the south, the water is getting in behind the gutter.
After clearing the roofs, I changed into my ski clothes and headed over the
Weston Leo J. Martin Ski Track, for my first skate skiing of the year. I was a little hesitant about it, because my back has been bothering me, and because skate skiing has always been painful for me. I generally set a 20-25 minute timer on myself.
I don’t know whether it was the fresh waxing I gave the skis yesterday, or the powdery snow, or the fact that I was on the extended trails, but it actually worked out pretty well. I still tired easily, but it was just as much my arms as my legs. I definitely felt that I had the right skating motion, and was actually able to skate uphill (for short distances). I actually spent over an hour on the trails; I was cold at times, partly because I’d been sweating, and I still had to stop continuously because I was running out of steam, but it didn’t hurt much. Does this mean that I’m finally getting the hang of it? Man, I hope so. If I am, then maybe it’s just a matter of practice before I can go further without stopping.
At least, I can hope.
Happy New Year! This New Years Eve was the first one in several years that I skipped First Night. We had company arriving right around the time I would have had to leave to get into Boston, and looking at the schedule, there wasn’t much I wanted to see. The whole event has become rather anemic; besides the fireworks, there was only one event I wanted to see, the organ and brass performance at Old South Church. Given that, I decided to skip it.
For some reason, the number 2017 is weirding me out a little. The last two digits are getting big enough to force home the point that we’re really in the 21st Century. (So where’s my hover car?)
I’ve been off the past week, but I’ve been experiencing some health issues that kept me pretty close to the house most of the week. After the snowfall up north Thursday, I decided to head up to Windblown Friday, despite the fact that my back still isn’t feeling great. It was a good decision; I did about 3 miles on touring skis before the battery in my phone died and the GPS tracker stopped. I had a great time, and in fact, my back felt better the next day. I guess my body is telling me it needs more exercise.
Today, we had Christmas part II at our house. My two sisters came, and we exchanged gifts with that part of the family. I got my nephew a watch, and it looks like he liked it. Tomorrow, the tree comes down. It’s been a pretty good tree – it’s starting to dry out a bit now, but it’s held its needles pretty well. Looking at it in the afternoon light – today was the first day in a while that it’s been sunny – a couple of the ornaments caught my eye, so I took pictures of them for possible future use.
I saw this post on Brent Simmons’ blog last week, which fits my feelings exactly:
If 2016 was a tough year for a number of reasons, it was tough especially because we agreed to hand a machine gun to a monkey.
So we can all agree that we’d like to put 2016 behind us. Good riddance to a bad year.
The problem is that 2017 is the year that the monkey pulls the trigger.
I am still deeply worried about Trump. Probably more so than I was right after the election. Nothing he has done since the election has reassured me.
Apple has gotten to a place where each new product is just as notable for the things that have been removed as they are for their improvements. The iPhone 7 dropped the headphone jack. The newest MacBook Pros add a wonderful new Touch Bar interface – and loses the MagSafe power adaptor, the SD card reader, and has a poorer keyboard than its predecessor. Many professionals are upset about it because they don’t like the compromises in the latest machines.
All products are the sum of the trade-offs made in their design. Add battery power, add battery weight. Make the computer thinner, and you have to reduce keyboard travel. The trick is to make the right choices in what to prioritize, and what kind of compromises to accept. And the problem is, people are starting to feel that Apple isn’t making machines for them anymore.
It seems like Apple’s overriding concern over the past few years is thinness and lightness, and balanced against those, everything else goes to the wall. Keyboard feel and useful ports are sacrificed to make the case thinner. Battery life is sacrificed to save weight. The overall goal is to make the product as thin and light as possible.
That’s great for some people, but not for me. I transport my computer, so I do like using a laptop, but I almost always use it on my desk. Right now I have a wired mouse connected (I hate the BlueTooth mouse at work, because it keeps disconnecting itself), and I often have a graphics tablet plugged in, too. Because my main drive is nearly full, I’ve offloaded my media library to an external hard drive.
For me, the weight and thickness of my phone and laptop ceased being an issue long ago. I was fine with the thickness of my iPhones 3GS and 4S, and I’m satisfied with the weight and dimensions of my current 2014 and 2011 MacBook Pros.
I wish Apple would also create products where the overarching concern was to make the products no bigger than necessary, rather than as thin as possible. I’d like to see them splurge on a couple of extra mm of keyboard travel. I’d like to see the SD card built in. I get that USB-C is a wonderful future, but having to rely on a fleet of dongles is not particularly elegant.
I also wish they’d reconsider internal expansion. I understand that they don’t want to build in features used by a small minority; the flip side is that external expansion is messy. Who wants to live with a rat’s nest of cables? The current Mac Pro is a marvel of design, but I think for its intended audience, professionals who need tons of computing power, a tower design that facilitates internal expansion is more useful. A loaded tower with internal drives mounted inside is neater, has fewer cables and is easier to move around than a smaller computer with connected external drives.
I understand Apple wants to keep their product line simple. But I do think there is demand for Apples that are not compromised for the sake of thinness.
Christmas is a time to get together with friends and family, but it’s also a time to remember those who aren’t with us anymore. My brother was showing some old videos from 19 years ago, and it was striking how many of those people aren’t with us anymore.
I miss my Dad. I miss his picking out the perfect Christmas tree, and how he’d play the piano downstairs. It’s been mostly silent since he died.
I miss Grandma. She always reminded me of Miss Marple, all white haired and fluffy, but always wanting to be part of things. Whenever she came for Christmas Eve, my uncle (from the other side of the family) would always flirt outrageously with her, and she’d lap it up.
I miss Fran, the neighbor from across the street. She had been a friend of my mother’s mother, then a friend of my mother’s, then a friend of the family. Opinionated, no-nonsense, but had a great sense of humor; we called her “Auntie” and she was, except for the DNA.
I miss Anne and Bob. Anne was the fun aunt of all my aunts, the one most likely to play with her nephews and nieces. It took a while for her husband Bob to grow on the family, but grow he did; he stuck by Anne by thick and thin.
I miss Dot. She was the widow of the uncle I never knew, and the mother of the cousin who died as a teenager. In spite of all that, she was fun to be around. She had a great sense of humor, and a funny, very plainspoken way of expressing herself. She seldom filtered herself, even when she probably should have. She was a great companion for my mother.
I miss my Aunt Sandy, my mother’s older sister. She too had a great sense of humor. She was very much a gourmet cook, with adventurous tastes, and my Dad and I used to joke about how she was going to be serving “Roast Platypus” for dinner sometime.
Then there are the friends, who are still with us, but literally absent for the evening: brother Tom, Kip and Joanna, Chrissie, and my two sisters, who I’ll be seeing next weekend.
Christmases are like a long running play; older members leave, and new members join the cast. My nephews and nieces are now young adults, as are my cousin’s kids. Over time, the play continues, but the cast evolves.
But here’s to absent friends.