Perl and I ran our two miles this morning. Next run, seven miles on Sunday. No, Perl won't be doing that one with me.
Archive for February, 2008
I’m trying to train for this half marathon in Ireland. I still think I’m crazy.
Yesterday, I rode my bike to work since my car was in the shop. After work, I rode my bike to the VW dealership to pick up my car. I was the quintessential commercial. Show up on my bike decked out in spandex. Put the top down on the convertible. Toss my bike in the back. Wipe my hands on my pants and thank god I have black leather seats to hide the grease. Drive off into the sunset.
Well, I went back to work after changing and walking the dog. Left my bike in my office. This morning, I ran to work. Come to find out, work is really only four miles, so I had to go another mile after that and walk back. Of course, I was an Apple commercial this morning. All black spandex contrasting with the white headphones. Red nano. iPhone hiding in the back slot.
Biked home tonight. All in all, I biked four miles, walked my dog for one and a half, did a cool down walk for a mile, and ran 5 miles in just under an hour. Not my best time, but I’m not going to complain. At least I ran the whole thing.
I am supposed to do two miles tomorrow.
Bbum & Chrispy had their Fifth Annual Crabtacular on Saturday night. I’d be remiss if I didn’t write a little bit about it.
Today someone mentioned to me in passing that I had “made the cut,” meaning a photo of me is on Flickr under the Crabtacular 5 tag. Truthfully, I don’t remember anyone even taking a photo, so I was surprised to find this one in Ashponder’s set.
So here is the story as best I remember it. It isn’t that the memories are fuzzy, more that there were about nine hours of party. I arrived around 3:30 pm with all intention of leaving by 7 pm for a house concert in the city. I had a great conversation with a guy from my floor at work who’s window looks out over the atrium. He said he feels like he’s in a fish tank because people walking across the bridge can see right into his office and it just feels weird. I think that was his way of telling me to stop peeking in his windows.
Baby S came by and gave me a hug that lasted way too long to be comfortable while telling me over and over again how hot I looked. I told her I might have to call HR on her ass, even if I did like it. She says she is still my boyfriend.
Julio of Tommy’s Mexican Restaurant was there and margaritas were made. I can never pass up a margarita from Julio, so I started to sip one. Slowly. I still wanted to go to the concert. But it was raining. And I was wavering.
Then Office Neighbor A said the good tequila was being opened in the garage. Yeah, cause that is where I always open the good stuff. So, I squeezed in there, found a place to perch myself for a while, stole his shot glass from him, and started sipping the Los Abuelos Blanco poured from the bottle that Guillermo Sauza himself had signed just minutes before. He was the guy in the suit standing about five feet away and looking a little out of place in the garage.
This was when things started going downhill. Like they weren’t already headed there without my help.
M–anator and Willie were fake punching each other. In my endless effort to fight dirty, I told M–anator to kick him in the balls. Willie took offense at this and decided I needed to be kicked out. He turned his back on me and so I grabbed his ass. Well, when I did, Google Boy grabbed him in the balls. This began the ball grabbing episode and learning about the game of gay chicken. A couple unsuspecting victims also had their balls grabbed or grazed in this incident. And Sauza came over to see what kind of trouble I was causing. I explained I wasn’t the one grabbing balls, so he might not want in on the action.
I didn’t know at the time, but Google Boy is Greg Stein and is the guy in the photo with me. Sorry dude, but the rule is if you’ve got your own wikipedia page, I’m more than happy to out you. Some day when I have my own page you all will get to know who I am. Back to the story…
I had told Willie the only way he was going to kick me out of the party was if he carried me out. He was too wussy to do it himself, so when bbum entered the garage, Willie tried to enlist help. Well, I wasn’t having any of that, so I said, “Who do you really want to stay? Willie, or me?” Only when I said it, I moved my scarf out of the way and showed a little more cleavage. Just cleavage, mind you, but next thing I know, bbum, Willie, and Google Boy are all showing their titties in hopes that I’ll play along. You people still haven’t figured out that I’m just an instigator. A catalyst. The man behind the curtain. But I digress.
Also in the garage was Red. Someone was sending her out on a packy run, so I suggested she collect money. This of course turned dirty as everything I say seems to do. Her husband gave me the five dollar bill to give her. I think she said later that she’d forgotten to take the money out and someone in the store mentioned it.
I finally wandered back out of the garage. At some point in the night I ran into Fireman Kid who really liked my boots. I liked his. I asked if we could trade. He didn’t say anything, so I took that as a no.
Willie found me again as I tried to enter the kitchen. My Manager looked strangely at me as Willie pushed me out of the kitchen and closed the door. I stood on the other side somewhat dumbfounded. This was when the kids found me and made me block the passageway between the piano and the door so that they had to crawl around me to get through. A few minutes later, while I was still trying to decide what to do about getting kicked out of the kitchen, an unsuspecting woman was there to witness bbum’s son running up to me and yelling, “Spread your legs!” I had to explain to her what had happened just minutes ago to prompt this exclamation.
I landed in the living room long enough to make fun of three people sitting on the couch using their phones. As I was leaving, My Manager said that I should introduce myself to the poor people I just ridiculed. So, introductions were made and I realized that one of them is one of our favorite developers. So I explained to Mike Lee of Delicious Monster, his wife, and friend that My Manager was hoping to watch me put my foot in my mouth, as I am so good at doing. To make it even better, I proceeded to tell Mike that I’m not a big fan of his boss. I also remembered later that I’d met him once before.
Off to the bathroom, about five hours into the party. Oh, I forgot to mention that at one point in the garage, I found another person who was going to the house concert in the city and asked if I could ride with him as long as I promised not to hit on his girlfriend. I do like to say things to make people wonder. He said sure, and that was when I drank the shot. But then he came back later and said that they weren’t going. So much for going to the concert. I was kind of bummed because it was Mike Schmid and I’ve really been enjoying his CD.
So, I was being a dork and sitting outside the bathroom writing an email on my iPhone. A couple guys were collecting. One of them, his wife called and so I talk to her for a minute. Then my phone rang and it was House Concert Host. He didn’t say anything, and then I realized he was letting me listen to the concert. So I shut myself into the den and laid on the futon listening to the music I was missing. The quality wasn’t particularly good, but it gave me a half hour to wonder how my life got so twisted. It was sobering. I was sobbing. Okay, I wasn’t, but that sounded like a good next line.
Back out in the party, I ended up in the garage dancing to the music and playing yahtzee until Christmas songs started playing. That got a little too weird, so the evening tapered off in front of the tv making fun of bbum’s music collection (and learning who had made the Christmas music happen), then a round of leftovers, two glasses of water and a lot of time later, I finally drove home, only to have the “Check Engine” light come on about a mile down the road.
But that is another story.
R-zilla turned another year older recently. We all celebrated with a great dinner at Habana Cuba.
Information Technology is to Computer Science as a Mechanic is to Mechanical Engineering.
I know it isn’t really that simple. IT is more like being a mechanic and a civil engineer who specializes in transportation systems. I’m at the mechanics right now paying them $200 to hook up a gadget to read the onboard diagnostic system, and so I’m thinking about my favorite analogy.
When I was teaching high school, there was this big push to get kids interested in IT. A lot of colleges were adding programs specifically for IT. That is great and all, but high school students and teachers don’t generally understand the difference.
There are three main types of people you need (there are more, but I’m simplifying today): computer engineers, computer scientists, and system administrators. A computer engineer designs hardware. These are the people who understand all the intricacies of the motherboard, cpu, hard drives, memory, etc. They have a strong mix of electrical engineering and some mechanical engineering.
The computer scientists write the software. This is a wide range of stuff from embedded systems, operating systems, to applications. Schoolwork is often very theoretical learning about algorithms and programming languages. As a side note, there are many self-taught programmers. This is an interesting field in that a degree doesn’t necessarily make you good at applying the theories into shippable applications. If you are a computer scientist, the best thing you could do for yourself is to create a portfolio of your work. Employers love to see that you’ve gone above and beyond your classwork to creating applications that you’ve shipped.
Information Technology encompasses the rest. These are the people you need to keep your computer running, to get it on the Internet, to network large corporate systems and to get a coherent system of applications to solve the users needs. This isn’t as much theoretical as it is practical.
I just get frustrated because people seem to confuse the three. The thing is that I wouldn’t take my car to a mechanical engineer for a tune up, nor would I ask a mechanic to design a new drive train. And I would go to either of them to create the onboard diagnostic system.
- Go to Google
- Click on Preferences
- Under Interface Languages, select “Elmer Fudd”, or “Bork, bork, bork”, or “Hacker”, or “Klingon”, or “Latin”, or “Pig Latin”. (I don’t know how many other fake languages there are. The names start sounding crazy.)
- Click the Save Preferences button
I need help. I need to put together a 45 minute hands-on presentation for middle school aged girls to get them excited about computer science. What should I do? Any suggestions? (I do have some ideas, but I’m not attached to any of them yet.)
My next plan for finding a date is a professional matchmaking service. Valenti International sounds like a lovely service.
Licensed staff psychologists work as a team to understand, assist and match each client personally – considering their past and looking forward to the future. A traditional European paradigm is merged with the contemporary.
Just what I need. Pschological help.
They seem to work with a wide range of people, specifically,
Careers have historically included private estate and wealth management, to physicians, attorneys, engineers, teachers and nurses, even stay at home mothers.
They have some great samples of individuals. This might be me:
Accomplished Beautiful Professional
Melissa is a 41-year-old female from Maine; she is athletic, fit, fashion forward and very attractive with long blonde hair and green eyes. She is formally educated, financially independent and professionally accomplished as a systems analyst. She is honest, loyal, affectionate and traditionally feminine yet simultaneously decisive and autonomous. Melissa is now married, expecting children, and in love with a man she admittedly declared, that she would not have chosen for herself.
Maybe they could match me with someone like this:
Family Doctor and Family Man
Mathew is a 39-year-old gentleman with clear moral convictions and an ethic of giving. He presents himself with a conventional all-American appeal and is neat, sharp, and well groomed. He is also a caring, supportive, and devoted physician in family medicine. His roots run deep not only with generations of successive professional accomplishment and wealth, but of family values and marital respect. Mathew was born, raised, and educated in a small town. He loves the community feeling that comes from closeness and knowing one’s neighbors. His primary goal to meet a woman sharing his family and moral ideals, was met at Valenti International.
All for the low fee of $10,000. I’ll be adding a PayPal link to my site soon to help defray the cost. I’m assuming that the stay at home moms made a fortune in their divorce settlements prior to using this service.
My stupid idea for today? Run a half marathon with my brother, Sparkles. In May. In Ireland.
Like I said, stupid idea. For a more stupid idea, I just tried to sign up for the 10.6 miler at the Big Sur Marathon the weekend before, but it looks like that is full. I’m kind of bummed about that.
The Ireland half marathon looks like it will be interesting. Here is a clip from the directions…
First buy your boat, sail to the Fastnet Rock, make a right, visit Dunmanus Bay and the delights of Ahakista, sail round the head into Bantry Bay. At the end, craftily hidden behind Whiddy Island, you’ll find Bantry. Moor up, avoid falling in, find pub. This route takes about three years, unless you are already a qualified Master Mariner in which case it takes as long as you like.
Drive to Swansea. Get on Ferry . Drive to Cork City, find the N71 (Difficult – best buy a map.) Follow signs for West Cork, repeat route 1. This route takes about two hours, unless it’s your first time here, in which case it takes about four.
Drive to Swansea, miss it completely, carry on for an hour or so until you get to either Pembroke or Fishguard. Get on ferry. (Check departure date – confusing web-sites.) Get to Rosslare and follow the N25 to New Ross, Waterford and eventually Cork. Find the N71 and repeat Route 1. This route takes about six hours, but it feels a lot longer.