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  2009.11.24  17.08
Brunch, 12/12, 10 a.m, my place

Note that I've been going back and forth WRT which weekend to hold my next brunch, and may have told some of you a different date. Sorry about that.)

    What:   Brunch
    When:   Sat, Dec. 12, 10:00 a.m. til 2:00 p.m.
    Where:  My place.  (If you don't know where that is, drop me eail.)

    I'll lay on my usual brunch spread:  scones with butter and jam,
    coffee, bacon, sausages.  All I ask my guests to bring is
    themselves, their good cheer, and their lively conversation. If
    you would like to bring other refreshments, feel free (juice is
    especially welcome). I do ask, though, that if you want to bring
    something that will require kitchen space to finish preparing,
    please check with me first.

    Children are welcome, but the house is by no means childproof

    I look forward to seeing you!  

    ---Alex




Music: 90.9 WBUR FM - WBUR
 
 


 
  2009.11.20  14.51
cucumber quandries

I picked up lunch at Whole Foods, and as I was making my salad, noticed something I've noticed many times before: The cucumbers had clearly been sliced by hand (or at any rate were intended to appear to have been): they were an arbitrary range of thicknesses in the 1/4 to 3/4 inch range Which for at least the past ten years has been what I usually find at salad bars, and always leaves me wondering
  • Why? Why, when there are a variety of readily available implements for slicing cucumbers (1) to a uniform thickness and (2) much more quickly than can be done with a knife, slice them by hand? Do they imagine customers will look at the random thicknesses and go Oh, hand-work! That's class, that is?
  • If so, why hand-slice them so thick? Surely one can at least take from the fact that the various popular vegetable slicers produce slices far closer to 3/16 inch than 3/4 a hint that people probably prefer thinner slices?
Since I was at Whole Foods rather than a restaurant, and was buying a salad to take home, I resolved this annoyance as I usually do in that circumstance: I went to the other side of the store and bought a cucumber to slice uniformly and thinly into my salad. Which left me wondering something else I've often wondered: Why are cucumbers (and as far as I can tell, only cucumbers, sometimes sold in the produce section, set out in a bin like any other vegetable — but individually wrapped in plastic?



Mood: curious
 
 


 
  2009.11.09  06.37
unadvertised special at Target

If you, like me, are one of those people for whom Campbell's Condensed Cream of Mushroom Soup is a staple you always keep around the house, you may be interested in this. If not, probably not so much.

Yesterday I was at Target, and as I walked down an aisle noticed out the corner of my eye a shelf sign saying Campbell's Condensed Cream of Mushroom Soup was on sale for 66 cents a can. Since I'm pretty sure the last time I bought some, it was 3 cans for $4 at Shaws, I grabbed ten cans.

When I looked at my receipt, I saw I'd actually been charged 59 cents a can.

Google finds me no evidence that this is an advertised special; for all I know it may only be this one Target (the one on Commerce Way in Woburn) or may have only been yesterday. But if you have a convenient Target and were planning to go grocery shopping anyway, you might want to check it out.

 
 


 
  2009.10.29  17.58
The Internet is 40 today

NPR just ran a story on how today is the 40th birthday of the Internet, marking it from the first successful data transmission across BBN's IMPs. And then they asked listeners (possibly rhetorically, or possibly with a call in and tell us your stories angle) to remember their first encounter with the Internet.

And thinking about that, I realized two things: (1) I can't put my finger on my first contact with the 'Net. And (2) I got my first account on an Internet-connected host in September or October of 1989. So I've been on the 'Net for over half the time the 'Net has existed.

I guess I'm no longer a noob.



Music: 90.9 WBUR FM - WBUR
 
 


 
  2009.10.22  08.26
Theriac revisited

So Cedars-Sinai altered one of the programs on their CT scanner and introduced a bug resulting in over 200 patients receiving radiation overdoses, reminding many of us (geeks with a healthy interest in how technology fails, that is), at least superficially, of Theriac-25.

Now, I only know about CT scanners from the laying-there-with-the-godawful-taste-of-barium-solution-in-my-mouth perspective, but how fucking hard can it be, say once a year (and immediately after reprograming or installing patches), to run a CT scanner through each of its programs with a dosimeter inside it instead of a patient? Why isn't that standard procedure?

 
 


 
  2009.10.16  23.57
Further adventures in remodeling

At some point earlier today, Chris noticed a slow leak in the basement, and traced it to the hot water supply for the heating system. The brand new heating system that was installed earlier this year as part of the remodeling. Since the supply line is PEX, which is hard to imagine failing, the leak is presumably from the one joint in the supply line. A joint that is buried inside the walls.

The slow leak has now turned into a stream, and Chris is (rightly) afraid of the damage it will cause if he lets it keep going.

So we now have no heat.

Fortunately, I have lots of blankets. And two down comforters. Also good news is that it's not supposed to get below 42F / 5C tonight.

 
 


 
  2009.10.05  11.30
10 minutes helping carry something this evening?

If someone could come by for five or ten minutes this evening to help me carry something up the stairs, I'd be most grateful. The item in question is an old-school 8-foot-long folding table: not too heavy to carry alone, but way too bulky.

I'm flexible on the timing, so let me know when works for you.

Thanks in advance!

---Alex

 
 


 
  2009.10.02  07.13
Reminder - Brunch, Saturday, 10 a.m., my place

To quote the email:
What:   Brunch
When:   Sat, Oct. 3, 10:00 a.m. til 2:00 p.m.
Where:  My place.  (If you don't know where that is, drop me eail.)

I'll lay on my usual brunch spread:  scones with butter and jam,
coffee, bacon, sausages.  All I ask my guests to bring is
themselves, their good cheer, and their lively conversation. If
you would like to bring other refreshments, feel free (juice is
especially welcome). I do ask, though, that if you want to bring
something that will require kitchen space to finish preparing,
please check with me first.

Children are welcome, but the house is by no means childproof

I look forward to seeing you!  

---Alex
And if it's Saturday morning and you suddenly decide you can come but don't know my address, call me: 617 901 6954. (Experience has shown that I don't think to check email when I have guests. Possibly not even that morning.)



Mood: cheerful
 
 


 
  2009.09.21  13.00
Excellent TED talk on motivation

Most of us (by which I mean me and the handful of people who regularly read my LJ) are, however much we may dislike the term, knowledge workers; many of us also manage other knowledge workers. And most of us — or at any rate, those with whom I have, over the years, had conversations about the subject — feel that, once you're making a decent living, money isn't anywhere near as good a motivator, for ourselves and those of our colleagues we respect, as upper management seems to think it is.

But until now I didn't know there was science to back that belief up. Indeed, science to show that financial incentives are in fact de-motivatiing for creative intellectual work.

Deniel Pink's TED talk. Ninteen minutes. Well worth watching.





Mood: contemplative
Music: 90.9 WBUR FM - WBUR
 
 


 
  2009.09.21  12.40
Brunch, Sat. Oct. 3, 10 a.m. to 2 p.m, my place

Subject says it all. RSVPs appreciated. Drop me a note if you don't know where I live.



Music: 90.9 WBUR FM - WBUR
 
 


 
  2009.09.15  22.27
adrenaline

A couple hours ago I had the biggest adrenaline rush since I found myself on the floor unable to stand and crawled across the floor to call 911 four years ago.

Nowhere near that big an adrenaline rush. But still, the biggest since.

Maybe I need more fear in my life.

Or maybe not.


More.... )



Mood: alive

 
 


 
  2009.08.25  22.42
pssst, buddy - can you recommend a .... box wine?

When I was younger, box wines were always a joke. But I'm given to understand that these days, some pretty decent wines come packaged that way  and that, since the wine is in a plastic bladder that deflates as it's used, a lot less air gets to it after it's opened, and it therefore stays drinkable a lot longer. Since I typically waste half of every bottle of wine I open, this is a very appealing idea.

So: have you tried box wines? Any you recommend?



Music: Strig Of Pearls - Glenn Miller
 
 


 
  2009.08.13  12.18
soap dispensers?

When I was a kid, the local five-and-dime had what seemed to me like a whole row of soap dispensers. Now I'd like to buy some, and don't recall seeing them in stores in ages. Does anyone know of a store that has a selection of this sort of thing? Preferably inside 495)?

Pictures of some examples of what I'm looking for behind the cut. )

Thanks in advance!

 
 


 
  2009.08.06  22.05
A bare bear story

Something on MIT zephyr just randomly triggered a memory of a story my mom used to tell.

Ten years or so before I was born, when my sisters weren't in school yet, my dad (or perhaps my mom's uncle Jesse) shot a bear in the woods the other side of the pasture. We had about 12 foot ceilings in our basement, so naturally enough my dad skinned and dressed the bear and hung it in the basement, in preparation for butchering it and smoking, canning and/or freezing the meat.

Now my mom grew up on a ranch in Oregon, and her dad made part of his living as a government trapper. So a bear hanging in the basement didn't strike her as an especially odd thing. So the next morning at breakfast time, without giving it much thought, she sent my sister Jo to get something out of what we called the fruit room — a rodent-proof room in the basement where we kept canned goods and various foods that were amenable to storage in a cool dry place.¹

My sister emerges a few minutes later at the top of the basement stairs, with a jar of whatever it was and eyes the size of, in my mom's telling, milk-bottle caps.²

Mommy? Is that a people down there?





¹ We moved off the farm when I was eight, so at this juncture the only foods I'm sure I remember us keeping in the fruit room without preserving them are root crops: beets and potatoes, in particular. Perhaps because they were the ones in bins low enough for me to get at.

² Unless you're familiar with old-school glass milk bottles, that's probably bigger than you think. Call it 6 cm or so.



Mood: amused
 
 


 
  2009.08.01  08.17
Coder Girl

This is brilliant.



(Yeah, the lyrics could make more sense. It's still brilliant.)

Hat-tip to [info]siderea

 
 


 
  2009.07.29  15.22
Newsweek Polyamory article

I'm sure this will be of interest to a number of my friends: Newsweek's website today published a matter-of-fact, nonjudgemental (if anything, positive) article on polyamory.

(Not as notable as if the article were actually in Newsweek, of course. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. As the article discusses, the religious wrong uses polyamory as one of its bogeymen when arguing that if gay people get their civil rights, then everyone will want them, thus bringing on the end of days.¹ So on the one hand, this might not be a great time to have an article about polyamory show up on the grocery-store magazine racks of Peoria. On the other hand, the fact that gay marriage will become routine in my lifetime owes a great deal to the gay community's collective decision to come out of the closet and make it clear to the mainstream that gays and lesbians aren't some distant other but rather their friends and neighbors.)



¹ Come to think of it — if you're the religious wrong, how is bringing on the end of days a bad thing, anyway?

 
 


 
  2009.07.26  11.39
local source of clotted cream?

So my English friends are all shocked — shocked, I tell you that i serve scones without clotted cream. A food I have seen exactly once in my life. But according to this article at joyofbaking.com, it is now possible to find clotted cream in some specialty stores in the US. Has anyone seen it locally?

Alternately (though I'm not really sure I want to undertake making it myself), does anyone know of a local source for unpasteurized cream?



Mood: happy
 
 


 
  2009.07.25  19.08
Brunch; Lessons Learned

Had a small but delightfully conversational turn-out for brunch. (Which I have decided to start doing regularly again, probably on a bi-monthly schedule; watch this space for details.)

Lessons learned:
  • Two years ago, when I translated my scone recipe from English measures to metric (and switched the dry ingredients from volumes to weights), I also calculated it at three scales: small (which was double the recipe I'd originally started with), medium (triple the original), and large (4.5x). Today for the first time I actually tried the large — and once I saw all the dry ingredients (plus butter) in my KitchenAid's mixing bowl, decided that maybe it's too large: I might have been able to mix and knead it without getting dough all over the counter. But then again, I might not. (I'll probably actually try it some day — but one of those days I'm ahead of schedule, rather than one, like today, where I'm mixing the dough as the first guests arrive. As it was, I just divided the dry ingredients in half and made the dough in two batches. Since the large version of the recipe calls for 5 eggs, I ended up using an extra half-egg per half-batch, which leads to the next lesson.)
  • Adding more egg just makes for fluffier scones, and has no downside I can see.
  • Fewer than a dozen of my friends can devour a large batch of scones. And a jar-and-a-half of jam, and a quarter pound of butter. And three pounds of sausage.
  • Next time, lay in more provisions.




Mood: pleased
 
 


 
  2009.07.20  22.49
I remember where I was 40 years ago tonight

It may be my earliest memory that I can date. I was staying with family friends, the Ellisons. (I suppose my dad must have been on a bad drunk — that was usually the reason my mom sent me to stay with friends.) I'm sure the whole family must have been gathered around the old black-and-white TV, but I don't remember them. I remember the fuzzy space-suited man jumping what seemed so far down that last step, in slow motion. I remember his famously flubbed first words. And I remember ABC's Science reporter, Jules Bergman, talking over a picture of the face of the moon, showing where the landing site was. (I think I even remember a little (though vastly out of scale) cardboard-cutout of a LEM). I remember at some point going out on the front porch and looking at the moon, trying desperately to spot the Eagle. (I was aware that it was very far away, but I was too young to have any real sense of what a quarter million miles meant, and I hoped there'd be a reflection or ... something.) Someone (one of their teenage daughters (Marilyn, I think) explained to me that it was too far away, and coaxed a by the very sleep and up-way-past-his-bed-time little boy inside.

I'm sure I followed the rest of Apollo 11 with fascination, but aside from a few scattered images (a splashdown that may not be that splashdown; the isolation chamber on the deck of an aircraft carrier, looking as I recall like nothing so much as an airstream trailer), I remember no details. I'm sure I followed Apollo 12 as well, but it was with Apollo 13 that I became an obsessive little geek. I kept my own little mission log, writing down the exact time of launch,first stage separation, second stage separation, Earth orbit, translunar injection.... (When the first reports of "Houston, we have a problem" came in, I was sure that my logging the mission had somehow jinxed the mission.)

But forty years ago tonight, that was all in the future. Forty years ago tonight a little boy stared intently at a crescent moon, hanging over over a wheat field near Puget Sound, and knew that, even though he couldn't see it, he was looking at the most amazing thing ever.



Music: You Will Go to the Moon - Moxy Fruvous
 
 


 
  2009.07.20  00.06
missing kitchen gadgets

Well, crap.

I've just finished going through all the still-to-be-unpacked boxes from my move back at the end of April, and can now confirm what I've long suspected: at least one box went missing. In particular, the box containing my food scale and my oven thermometer. (Presumably there's rather more stuff missing — most of a box full, in fact. But I've been wondering about the scale and thermometer since a few days after the move.)

I feel violated, of course. But I've been burgled and I've been mugged (and just randomly assaulted on the street by guys who didn't even bother trying to take my wallet), had cars vandalized (one effectively totaled) and bikes stolen; presumably this was an opportunistic theft by some punk who walked by the van in an unwatched moment — and who ended up very disappointed by their haul. As personal violations go... So my faith in the fundamental goodness of my fellow humans takes another hit point. Shrug.



Right. So, a question for the foodies: I need a new oven thermometer and a new food scale. What do you recommend?

My thermometer was the digital one they sell at Whole Foods; a lot like this one, except mine was white and didn't have the clip they show connected to the probe. I wouldn't mind a better one; in particular, I wouldn't mind having multiple probes.

My scale was a cheap one powered by a single AA battery. It claimed to have a capacity of 5kg, accurate to 1g, IIRC. Its only distinguishing feature (but one I very much liked) was that I was able to set it to metric without having it revert to avoirdupois every time it powered down. That, and a tare button, are the only features I really care about.

Let me know what you recommend. Also, if you know where to get it locally, let me know that too. I don't have any immediate need for the thermometer, but I do need a scale by Saturday.



Mood: whatever
Music: Archimedes - Melvyn Bragg
 
 


 
  2009.07.15  16.18
Belated Birthday Brunch, Saturday, July 25

I was too busy to have a birthday party in May, so I'm going to celebrate it belatedly a week from Saturday.

What:Brunch
When: Sat, July 25, 10:00 til dinnertime
Where: My place. If you don't know where that is, leave a comment here or or send me email (xela at mit dot edu).


I'll lay on my usual brunch spread: scones with butter and jam; coffee; bacon; sausages. All I ask my guests to bring is themselves, their good cheer, and their lively conversation. If you would like to bring other refreshments, feel free (juice is especially welcome). I do ask, though, that if you want to bring something that will require kitchen space to finish preparing, please check with me first.

Children are welcome, but the house is by no means childproof

I look forward to seeing you!

---Alex



Mood: happy
 
 


 
  2009.07.14  15.35
Could someone possibly lend me a few big clamps?

My latest undertaking to help the remodeling along would go a lot more smoothly if I had a few 6-inch or preferably 8-inch clamps. (By which I mean the dimension between the arrows on the image behind the cut )

(They don't need to be C-clamps; old-school wooden carpenter-s clamps of sufficient depth would actually be best.)

I'll only need them for a couple of days.

Thanks in advance....

 
 


 
  2009.07.13  00.48
Compounded stupidity

The last several times I've bought external hard drive enclosures, they've come with power bricks that connected to the enclosure via a mini-DIN connector. I thought this was stupid — there are a lot of other connectors that are far less likely to slip out accidentally. But everyone seemed to have settled on it, so I shrugged, made sure to check my connectors every couple weeks, and didn't give it much more thought.

In the ongoing saga of unpacking, i just came across an external USB drive that isn't labeled. I'm pretty sure I know what's on it, but wanted to check. Unfortunately, it seems to have gotten separated from it's power supply No problem, thinks I, I'll just borrow the power supply from this other drive.

Wrong: this enclosure uses 4-pin mini-DIN. The other one uses 6-pin. So someone decided to use someone else's daft idea — but just differently enough to be incompatible.



Mood: annoyed
 
 


 
  2009.07.09  10.07
It's 2009, not 1959, right?

Pool boots kids who might 'change the complexion'.

Someone in Philadelphia completely failed to notice that the last 50 years happened.

(Hat-tip to [info]dpolicar.)

 
 


 
  2009.07.02  19.49
I can't think of a lot of worse failure modes

I know Microsoft has been selling into the embedded market for a few years now, so I have to wonder if deep down inside our new wall oven runs Windows.....

I picked up some ready-to-bake bread at the grocery store earlier, and just about exactly an hour ago stuck it in the oven. This being the second time we have used the brand new oven.*

About 20 minutes later, I sat down to eat dinner. Just as I was finishing, Chris walked by the oven and stopped and stared at it. I apologized for leaving the light on, and he said, "No - it's still on. I hear the fan."

"I know I hit the off button."

To make a long story short, all the off button appears to do currently is change the display to its normal, oven-off, state: showing only the clock. Without changing anything else: the fan keeps on going, and, more important, the oven keeps on heating.

After about 20 minutes, we rebooted it by turning off the breaker. When we restored power, the display came up with "please set the clock" - and the fan came back on, and the oven started heating again.

(If you're interested, it's a Whirlpool KEBS208SSS02. The kicker? When Chris was shopping, it came down to this and a GE. He went with this one because of some discussion online of a problem with the GE. What problem, you might ask? Turning the oven off didn't actually turn it off....)
* It's a double oven. so technically, this was the second time we've used the upper oven. The lower oven still has packing materials in it.



Mood: indescribable
 
 


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