The Story So Far

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“Well, let’s see. First the earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil.” — Airplane II

One of the things we always wanted to do was buy an RV. My folks have been RVers since I was in Jr. High and their love of the lifestyle seemed to rub off on me. A lot. They’d even share stories of the Airstream that my grandpa towed with the family sedan — a 1960-something Bonneville.

For all the years Daisy and I have been together, I’d dragged her to the local RV shows and we’d gazed at the assortment of tent trailers and travel trailers and motorhomes and accessories.

“Just wait until we buy a house,” we’d always say.

Our mentality was that once we do the responsible thing and buy a house, then we could justify the luxury.

So, we set about the path and bought a fixer-upper in suburbia whose fixer-upper costs started to climb. The RV was postponed again and again.

February, 2012, my dad called to tell us that mother was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer. It was hard news to hear, especially because of who was afflicted, but additionally so because I understood the prognosis.

We packed the kids into the car, or rented minivan, or I on my motorcycle, and made as many trips back up to Washington to see her as we could.

After the inevitable, a year after her diagnosis, while on the road home from the final farewell, I had an uncomfortably long time alone with my thoughts and wound up rationalizing just buying an RV.

Well, a travel trailer.

We had no savings, not much in the way of disposable income, and not a very large parking area for when it wouldn’t be used. But we did have reasonable credit and my mental justification that if I don’t just go do it, then it’ll never happen.

A week later, we found ourselves on a dealer’s lot examining travel trailers — and I considering carefully all of the advice that my parents shared about such things over the years.

I signed the paperwork on our wee little Jayco UltraLite that evening.

We didn’t get a chance to use it for about a month when the weather warmed a bit.

Oh, and the first thing I added to it: a picture frame for mother’s picture.

Where Are We?

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Here we are… 2014 is just around the corner.

We’re in our early 40’s with two two pre-schoolers. There’s the dog and two cars in our small, fixer-upper house in a generic suburb, in a city near Denver, Colorado.

I work a fair number of hours as a Sr. Unix Engineer for a multi-national company. The compensation is reasonable, but the hours can be rough. Fortunately, I do get to telecommute regularly. Unfortunately, that means that I get an earlier start and a later stop on telecommute days.

Daisy holds the urban homestead together. The hours there, too, are long.
While our little family has our little house, we feel like we’ve become slaves to everything in and around it. The mortgage. The maintenance. The bills. The community.

It’s time for a change…

We Begin at the End

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Where are we?

How did we get here?

Is this really where we want to be–where we need to be?

Where are we going?

What makes us happy?

These are some of the things that we’ll explore here as we work toward making a metaphorical course change in our lives: from the big picture to some of the tiniest details.

On Google Timestamps–More to Ponder

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First, pardon the lack of links: the Blogger tool for iPhone isn’t exactly friendly when it comes to its editor. I’ll provide some links when I’m back at a proper computer.

Yesterday I remarked about a curiosity in the Timestamps on Google results around the Boston bombing.

John (Irish) pointed me over to a similar scenario regarding time stamps on Facebook.

The article suggested that perhaps the Timestamps were the result of a commenter’s time zone difference. That is, the last-update time changes based on the time zone of the last person to comment. So, if somebody posts from Sri Lanka and someone comments a few moments later from Hawaii, then the last update time could be some 14 hours in the past.

But the logic doesn’t follow because the time stamps on Facebook are determined by the viewer’s locale based on the coordinated time from the FB databases.

In our Google search example, there were dates on the bombing articles that were off by several days…not just by up to 24 hours as would be the case with a simple time-zone synchronization flaw.

So, how could time stamps be skewed by so many days on Google search results?

One possibility is that those news sources knew about the event well-before it occurred.

I’m not putting on my tin-foil hat and neither should you.

A technical reason is that Google has a serious inconsistency in its NTP configuration across its datacenters which has led to many of its systems having time skew issues. Some of its indexers and databases appear to think that it’s April 8 (or older) when it was really April 15.

This type of problem is rather common due to a simple lack of understanding about how computers keep time and often complacency about managing very large numbers if computers. Clocks drift. Admins overlook NTP. Things are forgotten. It happens.

Even if that’s the case (I do think it is) it certainly does look suspicious.

On Boston – Under the Radar?

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Couldn’t sleep, so I was doing the next dangerous thing: reading email and news.

After looking at a few still-photos of the Boston bombing, and comparing it with some video I did with muzzleloaders a few months ago, I find myself wondering if this was a crude black powder blast.

Not smokeless. Not substitute.

Black powder.

There’s lots of light-colored smoke and orange fire but not much energy when compared to modern military compounds.

On to motive:

It’s natural to wonder what kind of person would do such a thing.

There is, after all, a reason for everything; crazy people always have a reason for perpetrating evil deeds on innocent people.

I’m at a loss to comprehend what a single psychotic person would gain by the commission of such an act.

I -can- think of a few “under the radar” things that a government could stand to gain. I certainly hope I’m very wrong about that.