We're visiting our friends Fabienne and Miguel for the New Year - right now Basel is rainy and dreary, so there's going to be lots of indoor time.
Overall, Christmas was nice - Clau and I had a very mellow time just cooking, eating, and drinking. I don't think I would want to do it every Christmas - generally I like having people around - but I enjoyed it one time. We read lots of books and generally were incredibly lazy people.
Not sure what we're going to be doing for the next few days, but it should be a nice time. Probably just going to hang around, talk, maybe play some games or cards or whatever, poke around on the Internet, etc. A nice, lazy end of the year to cap off a nice, lazy holiday...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Germans at mealtime
One other thing I forgot to mention - Germans have what seems to me to be an odd eating schedule. They eat a small breakfast, a GIANT lunch, and a small dinner. When I say a giant lunch, I'm not kidding - I am generally incapable of putting away as much food in one sitting as they consume at lunch. One time we decided to get pizza for lunch, and each person ate an entire pizza - an entire pizza! I ate my pizza along with everyone else, then tried to fight the oncoming coma.
Also, apparently they can drink a lot more than I can, as evidenced by my still lack of ability to function, two days later, after the holiday party. The funny part is, everyone kept talking about how the night ended really early this time (I left at midnight and I was definitely in the first third of people to leave). They blamed it on the poor drinking planning - the party committee kept shoving alcohol down our throats, so that the pattern went: gluehwein, beer, schnapps, beer, champagne, wine, schnapps, beer, stumble home (well, that was my pattern anyway). Simply a recipe for disaster if you ask me (and it would also explain my having the worst hangover I've had in years, from which I am still not recovered). I did, however, have a great time and spent a lot of time talking to one of the facilities guys, who speaks only slightly more English than my German. A lot of time this is the foreign guy version of the one-night-stand; you meet up with him the next day and wonder how on earth you communicated at all; it's not like you regret it or anything, but it's not something you would normally do, and it's a little awkward the next day trying to make small talk. I guess the inhibitions that alcohol removes include shyness about trying to speak another language.
Also, apparently they can drink a lot more than I can, as evidenced by my still lack of ability to function, two days later, after the holiday party. The funny part is, everyone kept talking about how the night ended really early this time (I left at midnight and I was definitely in the first third of people to leave). They blamed it on the poor drinking planning - the party committee kept shoving alcohol down our throats, so that the pattern went: gluehwein, beer, schnapps, beer, champagne, wine, schnapps, beer, stumble home (well, that was my pattern anyway). Simply a recipe for disaster if you ask me (and it would also explain my having the worst hangover I've had in years, from which I am still not recovered). I did, however, have a great time and spent a lot of time talking to one of the facilities guys, who speaks only slightly more English than my German. A lot of time this is the foreign guy version of the one-night-stand; you meet up with him the next day and wonder how on earth you communicated at all; it's not like you regret it or anything, but it's not something you would normally do, and it's a little awkward the next day trying to make small talk. I guess the inhibitions that alcohol removes include shyness about trying to speak another language.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Happy morning
I am completely mesmerized by this Folger's viral ad campaign. The song and imagery has been stuck in my head for the better part of a week.
Truthfully, I think that web-only ads are a great idea; you can get a little more edgy, you don't have to worry about making it exactly 30 seconds long, and (if done right), you can get a lot of viewership with relatively little investment. Since I work in media, I think about this kind of thing a lot.
Truthfully, I think that web-only ads are a great idea; you can get a little more edgy, you don't have to worry about making it exactly 30 seconds long, and (if done right), you can get a lot of viewership with relatively little investment. Since I work in media, I think about this kind of thing a lot.
More German observations / lessons / stories
1) Germans are generally very polite in conversations; they wait until a person has finished speaking before saying anything. They also think before they speak - noticably; there may be up to five or ten seconds of dead silence in a conversation while a participant thinks of what he is going to say. This is especially noticeable in English, which makes me wonder if they're thinking the entire sentence through in their heads, finally hitting that final verb, then translating it into English where you actually say what action is taking place before describing its effect and object. Or, maybe that's just me.
At any rate, this is a very difficult pace for me to get into - I work with a bunch of type-A personalities, particularly my boss, and a typical work conference for me has absolutely zero silence in it. In fact, it's extremely rare for someone to finish an entire train of thought in a meeting with my colleagues, because usually folks get cut off. It used to bother me a lot, since I'm more of a "listen to everything, formulate theory, and then share my genius" type of person, which doesn't really work - you sort of have to do run-time compilation, if you get my drift.
Unfortunately, this style of conversation carries over into my personal life, which is considered very rude over here. Just as Jerry Lewis is a genius in France, I'm an asshole in Germany.
2) Renting an apartment is extremely difficult. Of course, I expect that this is just Munich, given the very high population density. At first, Clau and I thought that our relatively high budget would exempt us from the common problems, but it turns out that it doesn't; for one thing, although right now we've got a high DINKS income, neither one of us wants our apartment budget to be based on that - we aimed for a price that would allow one of us to quit working (or be laid off, given the current global economy) and still have a halfway decent life (i.e. no wining and dining, but at least not eating spaghetti with butter and salt every night). This decision was also inspired in part by a realization that great, slightly more expensive apartments are shockingly rare - it turned out that about 80% of the apartments we looked at were the same as the cheaper apartments, but the landlord had simply raised the rent to attract a better class of tenant. Personally, I think that's idiotic, unless the landlord was willing to bring the rent down to market value after having attracted said better class of tenant (and none of them were willing to even budge on the rent).
So, after this realization and decision, Clau and I downgraded ourselves to "normal people" status and started looking at cheaper apartments. We probably visited 15 or 20 apartments, and every single one of them had some problem that was either a complete deal-breaker, or else was bad enough to make us wonder if we could live with it for a while (needless to say, considering the tremendous pain and expense involved in renting an apartment, it's not something you want to do frequently). One apartment was perfect but too dark (Clau needs light or she gets claustraphobic), multiple apartments were on a top floor and had slanted ceilings (I get claustraphobic), two apartments had added a bathtub where a standing shower would have made a lot more sense (one apartment even had the boiler bolted about 3 feet over the bathtub! How would you like to have to shower right next to that every morning?). And so on and so forth; dead neighborhood, 4th floor walk-up, horrible layout, minuscule Manhattan-style kitchen, etc. And, of course, a plethora of apartments that were perfect except that the bedroom was not big enough to accomidate our decidedly un-European California King bed.
Last week, we finally found one that we could live with. It has problems: squeaky original floors, only one bathroom (well, cumulatively - there's no toilet in the bathroom, and the toilet is in a tiny closet on the other side of the apartment), only one bedroom (although the dining room could become an office / guest room), smallish kitchen, no parking. But, all of these were problems we could live with.
So, after telling the broker (oh yeah, did I mention that every apartment has to be rented through a broker, and the TENANT pays the broker's fee?) that we wanted the apartment, we had to fill out an application that stopped just short of a DNA profile, then we had to be interviewed by the owners, then await their decision. The good news is that they picked us (and considering the fact that we both just started two-year, open-ended employment contracts, there really wasn't anything against us other than the fact that we're immigrants), so right now we have a tentative move-in date of Mar 1. We'll talk with the current tenant and see if he's willing to move out earlier, but I suspect we will have to wait until Mar 1. Still, we're pretty psyched.
3) Did I say Germans were polite? Generally they are, but there's an exception: the subway. They have NO concept of efficiency or queuing - it's absolutely ridiculous how they shove past one another in this mad rush to get on and off the train. At least in NYC there's an unwritten rule about that - let people off the train, then go on. In fact, I often take out my aggression on folks breaking this rule - I come out that train like a linebacker. In Munich, they just all go into a mad scrum. And yet, in spite of all this, the subway runs like clockwork.
4) Being employed here is awesome; mandatory (and enforced!) 40-hour work week, subsidized lunches, employment contract, 6 weeks of paid vacation per year, etc. etc. Unfortunately, since I still work with New York, I don't really get the benefit of most of this, but it's good to know that if I go somewhere else, I'll be treated nice.
I'm sure there are more words of wisdom to be shared - I'll post them as they occur to me.
At any rate, this is a very difficult pace for me to get into - I work with a bunch of type-A personalities, particularly my boss, and a typical work conference for me has absolutely zero silence in it. In fact, it's extremely rare for someone to finish an entire train of thought in a meeting with my colleagues, because usually folks get cut off. It used to bother me a lot, since I'm more of a "listen to everything, formulate theory, and then share my genius" type of person, which doesn't really work - you sort of have to do run-time compilation, if you get my drift.
Unfortunately, this style of conversation carries over into my personal life, which is considered very rude over here. Just as Jerry Lewis is a genius in France, I'm an asshole in Germany.
2) Renting an apartment is extremely difficult. Of course, I expect that this is just Munich, given the very high population density. At first, Clau and I thought that our relatively high budget would exempt us from the common problems, but it turns out that it doesn't; for one thing, although right now we've got a high DINKS income, neither one of us wants our apartment budget to be based on that - we aimed for a price that would allow one of us to quit working (or be laid off, given the current global economy) and still have a halfway decent life (i.e. no wining and dining, but at least not eating spaghetti with butter and salt every night). This decision was also inspired in part by a realization that great, slightly more expensive apartments are shockingly rare - it turned out that about 80% of the apartments we looked at were the same as the cheaper apartments, but the landlord had simply raised the rent to attract a better class of tenant. Personally, I think that's idiotic, unless the landlord was willing to bring the rent down to market value after having attracted said better class of tenant (and none of them were willing to even budge on the rent).
So, after this realization and decision, Clau and I downgraded ourselves to "normal people" status and started looking at cheaper apartments. We probably visited 15 or 20 apartments, and every single one of them had some problem that was either a complete deal-breaker, or else was bad enough to make us wonder if we could live with it for a while (needless to say, considering the tremendous pain and expense involved in renting an apartment, it's not something you want to do frequently). One apartment was perfect but too dark (Clau needs light or she gets claustraphobic), multiple apartments were on a top floor and had slanted ceilings (I get claustraphobic), two apartments had added a bathtub where a standing shower would have made a lot more sense (one apartment even had the boiler bolted about 3 feet over the bathtub! How would you like to have to shower right next to that every morning?). And so on and so forth; dead neighborhood, 4th floor walk-up, horrible layout, minuscule Manhattan-style kitchen, etc. And, of course, a plethora of apartments that were perfect except that the bedroom was not big enough to accomidate our decidedly un-European California King bed.
Last week, we finally found one that we could live with. It has problems: squeaky original floors, only one bathroom (well, cumulatively - there's no toilet in the bathroom, and the toilet is in a tiny closet on the other side of the apartment), only one bedroom (although the dining room could become an office / guest room), smallish kitchen, no parking. But, all of these were problems we could live with.
So, after telling the broker (oh yeah, did I mention that every apartment has to be rented through a broker, and the TENANT pays the broker's fee?) that we wanted the apartment, we had to fill out an application that stopped just short of a DNA profile, then we had to be interviewed by the owners, then await their decision. The good news is that they picked us (and considering the fact that we both just started two-year, open-ended employment contracts, there really wasn't anything against us other than the fact that we're immigrants), so right now we have a tentative move-in date of Mar 1. We'll talk with the current tenant and see if he's willing to move out earlier, but I suspect we will have to wait until Mar 1. Still, we're pretty psyched.
3) Did I say Germans were polite? Generally they are, but there's an exception: the subway. They have NO concept of efficiency or queuing - it's absolutely ridiculous how they shove past one another in this mad rush to get on and off the train. At least in NYC there's an unwritten rule about that - let people off the train, then go on. In fact, I often take out my aggression on folks breaking this rule - I come out that train like a linebacker. In Munich, they just all go into a mad scrum. And yet, in spite of all this, the subway runs like clockwork.
4) Being employed here is awesome; mandatory (and enforced!) 40-hour work week, subsidized lunches, employment contract, 6 weeks of paid vacation per year, etc. etc. Unfortunately, since I still work with New York, I don't really get the benefit of most of this, but it's good to know that if I go somewhere else, I'll be treated nice.
I'm sure there are more words of wisdom to be shared - I'll post them as they occur to me.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Apartments part deux
We have looked at quite a few apartments at this point, and unfortunately it seems to be impossible to find what we want. We have, however, found an apartment that's close enough where we can both live with it. Fingers crossed!
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Netflix comments
Obviously, I had to cancel my Netflix membership before leaving. At the end of cancelling your membership, they have a section of "please let us know your reason for leaving", which is all radio buttons. Oddly enough, there's no "I'm moving outside of the coverage area" button, nor is there a text box for "other". There's also no area to put in comments. I wanted to leave a parting remark saying "I absolutely love your service and I'll miss it", but there was no place to do that. Weird.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Apartments
So, today we go see our first set of apartments - Clau and I are looking toward the upper end of the price range for apartments, and theoretically that means that we won't be fighting the hordes for the space (if you're looking for a cheap studio or 1-bedroom, expect to be competing with a big crowd - 2-bedroom, not so much).
Yeah, that's right - 2 bedrooms! Count 'em - 1, 2. That means that guests (when we eventually have some) will not have to sleep in our living room. If we go really fancy we may even end up w/ two bathrooms, although this is supposedly kinda rare in Munich.
What else - the new office is sweet - I'm determined to take pictures but have no idea where I put the charger for the camera (stupid!). There's an espresso machine (not in my personal office, per se, but at least it's a quick skip from here to the kitchen) and Diet Coke on tap. Unfortunately that means I need to develop caffeine discipline, which is something I never had to worry much about before.
Went out drinking Saturday night - it didn't end particularly well - I ended up drinking way too much beer (still getting the hang of the German brew), and Clau and I ended up almost totally stranded - she was limping along really badly (her knee is still far from healed) and it was seriously freezing outside. So, you had a foreign couple, me leaning on her for stability, her leaning on me for support, hobbling along at about 1mph in the wind and snow - we ended up taking the tram and the subway, then a cab for the last leg home. Total travel time about 1 hour, total distance covered was about 4 miles. The general rule here is that if you're going to be out past 2am, be prepared to shovel out mucho dinero for a cab home (and I'm talking like 30 Euros for a 20-minute cab ride) - if you want to take the subway, better make 1:30 or so your last call. At least, if you're determined, you can still live it up in town after hours - it's not like California where you have to stop drinking because it's the law.
Yeah, that's right - 2 bedrooms! Count 'em - 1, 2. That means that guests (when we eventually have some) will not have to sleep in our living room. If we go really fancy we may even end up w/ two bathrooms, although this is supposedly kinda rare in Munich.
What else - the new office is sweet - I'm determined to take pictures but have no idea where I put the charger for the camera (stupid!). There's an espresso machine (not in my personal office, per se, but at least it's a quick skip from here to the kitchen) and Diet Coke on tap. Unfortunately that means I need to develop caffeine discipline, which is something I never had to worry much about before.
Went out drinking Saturday night - it didn't end particularly well - I ended up drinking way too much beer (still getting the hang of the German brew), and Clau and I ended up almost totally stranded - she was limping along really badly (her knee is still far from healed) and it was seriously freezing outside. So, you had a foreign couple, me leaning on her for stability, her leaning on me for support, hobbling along at about 1mph in the wind and snow - we ended up taking the tram and the subway, then a cab for the last leg home. Total travel time about 1 hour, total distance covered was about 4 miles. The general rule here is that if you're going to be out past 2am, be prepared to shovel out mucho dinero for a cab home (and I'm talking like 30 Euros for a 20-minute cab ride) - if you want to take the subway, better make 1:30 or so your last call. At least, if you're determined, you can still live it up in town after hours - it's not like California where you have to stop drinking because it's the law.
Well, I was close...
So, although nobody pointed it out to me, I found out in another context that the word for "quarter" is "Viertel" - which, to me, sounds exactly like "vittle" - or "victual" for you educated folks.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Things I am learning in Germany (in no particular order)
1) I _think_ the German word for "a quarter of a loaf of bread" is "vittel" - I learned it at the bakery, but unfortunately I have a terrible memory for words when I don't see them in writing - in fact the only way for me to really memorize them without seeing them in writing is to imagine the written word over and over in my head. Anyway, after learning this word I tried to verify it online, but cannot find a single instance of it. I shall have to verify it again, but I'm reticent to do so since the woman at the bakery terrifies me - she's large and menacing and has no patience for the local village idiot foreigner.
2) Just like it's not the heat, it's the humidity, it's not the cold - it's the humidity. It's been slightly above freezing here with about 90% humidity, and man is it cold - it's a horrible, pentrating cold that you can't seem to keep out.
3) IP phones ROCK! I have an IP phone that's tied into 30 Rock, so it's like I have a 30 Rock number - I can just dial extensions to talk to folks in 30 Rock, plus I can call the U.S., people can call my 212 number, and (most importantly) I can call 1-800 numbers, which comes up a lot more often than you might think (like, for example, conference calls). I'm going to see if it works in my office here, but I doubt it will, which means I'll have to find another solution for conference calling. You would think that GE would have international conference numbers, but whatever...
4) I missed Clau a lot - at one point she was offered a six-month assignment, and we even considered it, which seems foolish now.
5) Moving to a foreign country is a lot different from visiting it. For example, even though as a tourist you get the idea that everybody speaks English, you find out that it just isn't so when you move here (although thankfully everyone in my office speaks English). Also, things that go wrong in normal life can be a lot more exasperating than things that go wrong when on vacation; what might end up as a fun story from visiting a place ends up being an exasperating experience when you live there.
As an example of #5, Claudia tripped while walking up the stairs to the apartment last night and banged her knee up pretty bad. We thought it would be better by morning, but it was even worse and she was in a lot of pain. I went to the pharmacy in search of some Arnica or Ben-Gay, and it was a pretty frustrating experience. I ended up getting an ointment, but of course it didn't help right away, and she was in no shape to go to work. She called her boss, who told her she should go to the nearby clinic and get the knee checked out. We don't have insurance (yet), and we decided that even though we would have to pay for everything out of pocket, we should still go. Needless to say, going to the urgent care was an adventure, and everybody there was very nice (although there were a lot of folks who didn't speak English). She got X-rays and had an intern check out her leg, who thought it was OK, but wanted to have the chief of medicine look at it just to be sure. We waited for a good hour for the chief, but it was almost worth it; he had a giant flock of students around him watching his every move. I'm guessing that Claudia's condition was an interesting case for them, and they all wanted to see how the boss would determine if there was anything seriously wrong with her knee, or if it was just banged up. He poked at her, made her do a couple of things and kept asking "does that hurt?", to which most times the answer was "no, not especially". Finally, he finished it by saying to his interns (as best I could gather) "if she can do this, this and this, then she's OK and it's just a very bad hit, which will heal over time." He then grabbed her knee and pressed on it to emphasize his point - Claudia screamed "WOW! THAT HURTS!", to which he replied "Yes, I know." Afterwards, he left with his entourage minus the intern who had treated Clau, who then wrapped up her leg in a bandage to immobilize it and told her to keep it on for a day or two.
The point of this story is not to demostrate what a dick the chief was (because he actually was rather nice, although obviously busy), but really what good care Claudia received. And, for those who are curious, the total bill including the X-rays was about 100 Euros. And, to further emphasize the difference in culture, when we first got to the clinic we discovered that Claudia's boss had called the clinic ahead of time to describe what had happened and to let them know that a foreigner would be coming to see them. After we got back home, Claudia called her boss, who told her to take the day off tomorrow to ensure that the leg would heal. That's definitely different from New York!
I'll write about my new office in another post, but suffice it to say it's pretty neat - everyone there is generally a bit younger and relatively relaxed. I found out that I get meal vouchers for lunch (which apparantly is normal, either that or else places will have a subsidized cafeteria) and I actually got a real office, and it's very swanky (I'll post pictures when I get a chance). The office is temporary, though - I'll be moving soon enough, although hopefully I can convince them I'm important enough to warrant a similarly swanky location after we're all done moving around.
--Nate
2) Just like it's not the heat, it's the humidity, it's not the cold - it's the humidity. It's been slightly above freezing here with about 90% humidity, and man is it cold - it's a horrible, pentrating cold that you can't seem to keep out.
3) IP phones ROCK! I have an IP phone that's tied into 30 Rock, so it's like I have a 30 Rock number - I can just dial extensions to talk to folks in 30 Rock, plus I can call the U.S., people can call my 212 number, and (most importantly) I can call 1-800 numbers, which comes up a lot more often than you might think (like, for example, conference calls). I'm going to see if it works in my office here, but I doubt it will, which means I'll have to find another solution for conference calling. You would think that GE would have international conference numbers, but whatever...
4) I missed Clau a lot - at one point she was offered a six-month assignment, and we even considered it, which seems foolish now.
5) Moving to a foreign country is a lot different from visiting it. For example, even though as a tourist you get the idea that everybody speaks English, you find out that it just isn't so when you move here (although thankfully everyone in my office speaks English). Also, things that go wrong in normal life can be a lot more exasperating than things that go wrong when on vacation; what might end up as a fun story from visiting a place ends up being an exasperating experience when you live there.
As an example of #5, Claudia tripped while walking up the stairs to the apartment last night and banged her knee up pretty bad. We thought it would be better by morning, but it was even worse and she was in a lot of pain. I went to the pharmacy in search of some Arnica or Ben-Gay, and it was a pretty frustrating experience. I ended up getting an ointment, but of course it didn't help right away, and she was in no shape to go to work. She called her boss, who told her she should go to the nearby clinic and get the knee checked out. We don't have insurance (yet), and we decided that even though we would have to pay for everything out of pocket, we should still go. Needless to say, going to the urgent care was an adventure, and everybody there was very nice (although there were a lot of folks who didn't speak English). She got X-rays and had an intern check out her leg, who thought it was OK, but wanted to have the chief of medicine look at it just to be sure. We waited for a good hour for the chief, but it was almost worth it; he had a giant flock of students around him watching his every move. I'm guessing that Claudia's condition was an interesting case for them, and they all wanted to see how the boss would determine if there was anything seriously wrong with her knee, or if it was just banged up. He poked at her, made her do a couple of things and kept asking "does that hurt?", to which most times the answer was "no, not especially". Finally, he finished it by saying to his interns (as best I could gather) "if she can do this, this and this, then she's OK and it's just a very bad hit, which will heal over time." He then grabbed her knee and pressed on it to emphasize his point - Claudia screamed "WOW! THAT HURTS!", to which he replied "Yes, I know." Afterwards, he left with his entourage minus the intern who had treated Clau, who then wrapped up her leg in a bandage to immobilize it and told her to keep it on for a day or two.
The point of this story is not to demostrate what a dick the chief was (because he actually was rather nice, although obviously busy), but really what good care Claudia received. And, for those who are curious, the total bill including the X-rays was about 100 Euros. And, to further emphasize the difference in culture, when we first got to the clinic we discovered that Claudia's boss had called the clinic ahead of time to describe what had happened and to let them know that a foreigner would be coming to see them. After we got back home, Claudia called her boss, who told her to take the day off tomorrow to ensure that the leg would heal. That's definitely different from New York!
I'll write about my new office in another post, but suffice it to say it's pretty neat - everyone there is generally a bit younger and relatively relaxed. I found out that I get meal vouchers for lunch (which apparantly is normal, either that or else places will have a subsidized cafeteria) and I actually got a real office, and it's very swanky (I'll post pictures when I get a chance). The office is temporary, though - I'll be moving soon enough, although hopefully I can convince them I'm important enough to warrant a similarly swanky location after we're all done moving around.
--Nate
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Almost gone
Movers came and spent all day yesterday packing all our crap - I watched it go and realized that yes, this is in fact happening.
On another note - why are we not getting more freaked out about this? I mean, I think that if in NYC you started having severed feet just showing up, people might be a little concerned. Especially considering that they're all in shoes, so it's not like these are drowned swimmers. I'm sure there's a CSI episode in there somewhere...
--Nate
On another note - why are we not getting more freaked out about this? I mean, I think that if in NYC you started having severed feet just showing up, people might be a little concerned. Especially considering that they're all in shoes, so it's not like these are drowned swimmers. I'm sure there's a CSI episode in there somewhere...
--Nate
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
I admit it
I got a little teary last night. We were watching the results and the victory sort of came out of nowhere - I mean, we knew which way it was going, but on NBC news (come on, where else would I be watching it?) Obama went straight from 207 to a lock. I immediately shuffled down the street to NewsCorp HQ and confirmed the news (hey, if Fox News admits it, then it's done!), then went back to Channel 4 (local bar right by 30 Rock) to let them know.
I was so overcome by emotion, and I couldn't place it. After a few minutes, it hit me; I was actually proud of my country. I can't remember the last time I felt that way - it was certainly long enough ago that the emotion was completely foreign to me. It was, in fact, the antithesis of my emotions after the 2004 election, and judging by the (happy) pandemonium in the city, I wasn't the only one feeling that way.
I'm proud that we finally voted for the right guy. I'm proud that we've elected a black president, that we've elected an intelligent president, and that it wasn't even a close contest. When I move to Germany, I won't be ashamed to be American, because at long last it looks like we've seen the error of our ways and will at long last be on the right track.
I proceded to get absolutely smashed at the bar last night. The vibe was perfect, everyone was happy, some people were crying, overcome with the same emotion that I was feeling, and I just wanted it to last forever. I only wish my wife could have been there with me.
I woke up this morning about 10 minutes before my 8am conference call. I have a hell of a hangover, but it was absolutely worth it. If I could live that night over again, I wouldn't change a thing.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Liquid diet (or, fun with Eliana)
So, the stories of miscommunications and games with the cleaning lady are legendary. She was supposed to come by last Friday, so on Friday morning I did the pre-Eliana-visit routine of straightening up as best as I can, and (more importantly) hiding the essential items that I'll need for the next week; if I don't hide stuff, she will.
Now, one part of the German transition is that I can't take any food with me, so I decided it would be a good idea to start getting rid of stuff; I took stock of the kitchen and decided that, although the freezer and pantry still had a lot of stuff that looked viable and tasty, the refrigerator was about 40% condiments, 20% booze, 15% rotten food, and about 5% non-booze stuff that I actually wanted. I took the liberty of putting all of the stuff to be kept on the top shelf of the fridge, then wrote Eliana a note saying I wanted to start getting rid of my food, and could she please throw out all the food beneath the jar of water?
Later that day, Eliana called me and said she was sick, and would I mind if she came by on Monday? That coincided nicely with an impromptu get-together that I hosted on Saturday, so I thought it was optimal.
On Sunday, I had a particularly nasty (and, I thought, somewhat undeserved) hangover, and cooked myself a massive Mac & Cheese with everything from the pantry that looked like it might go well with Mac & Cheese. The resulting glop was delicious and huge - I ate about half of it, then put the other half in a tupperware, taking care to place it on the top shelf, above the jar of water.
So, you can guess where this is going: I came home today, opened the refrigerator in anticipation of my M&C glop (cuz you know that shit is even better when reheated the second day), and saw this. Horrors!
Now, of course I can point out the obvious - she somehow interpreted "can you please throw away all the food below the water jug in the refrigerator" as "please throw away all food in the apartment". Perhaps my Portuguese is worse than I thought - remind me to NEVER hire a Brazilian exterminator, lest I inadvertently have all the pets on our block executed.
What I find more curious, however, is what she opted to leave behind:
Now, one part of the German transition is that I can't take any food with me, so I decided it would be a good idea to start getting rid of stuff; I took stock of the kitchen and decided that, although the freezer and pantry still had a lot of stuff that looked viable and tasty, the refrigerator was about 40% condiments, 20% booze, 15% rotten food, and about 5% non-booze stuff that I actually wanted. I took the liberty of putting all of the stuff to be kept on the top shelf of the fridge, then wrote Eliana a note saying I wanted to start getting rid of my food, and could she please throw out all the food beneath the jar of water?
Later that day, Eliana called me and said she was sick, and would I mind if she came by on Monday? That coincided nicely with an impromptu get-together that I hosted on Saturday, so I thought it was optimal.
On Sunday, I had a particularly nasty (and, I thought, somewhat undeserved) hangover, and cooked myself a massive Mac & Cheese with everything from the pantry that looked like it might go well with Mac & Cheese. The resulting glop was delicious and huge - I ate about half of it, then put the other half in a tupperware, taking care to place it on the top shelf, above the jar of water.
So, you can guess where this is going: I came home today, opened the refrigerator in anticipation of my M&C glop (cuz you know that shit is even better when reheated the second day), and saw this. Horrors!
Now, of course I can point out the obvious - she somehow interpreted "can you please throw away all the food below the water jug in the refrigerator" as "please throw away all food in the apartment". Perhaps my Portuguese is worse than I thought - remind me to NEVER hire a Brazilian exterminator, lest I inadvertently have all the pets on our block executed.
What I find more curious, however, is what she opted to leave behind:
- All the booze (which was kind of her)
- The jar of water (which, remember, was meant to be used as a reference marker for what should be kept and what should be tossed). Note that the jar of water is in the same place I left it.
- Claudia's cold mask (in the freezer, useful for administering or relieving a headache)
- A half-eaten pint of Haagen-Dazs acai berry sorbet
- A box of durian popsicles. Words cannot describe the foulness that is durian. Many people have their own particularly colorful descriptions - the image it brings forth to my mind is a sweet Maui onion that has been forgotten in a gym locker, in a tropical place, surrounded by sweaty gym socks, and left there for a couple of months. There's definitely a sweetness and a hint that maybe there could have been something good here at one point, but it's overwhelmed by the funk. Anyway, continuing the list...
- A package of hot dog rolls. I'm actually unsure as to where these came from - I'm relatively sure it wasn't the refrigerator, but that's where they are now
- A small chunk of goiabada (a Brazilian sweet made from guava - it's kind of like a really, really think fruit roll-up). I should note that there was also an unopened package of goiabada in the side shelf of the fridge which is gone. That chunk of goiabada has been in the fridge since (I think) the last time Clau and I went to Brazil, which I believe was for Christmas last year. Apparantly it had been there for so long that Eliana thought it was part of the fridge, or perhaps a particularly colorful accessory.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sooo tired
Haven't really slept much in the last five days or so - between flying to Oakland, the soon-to-be-legendary trip to Reno, Cora screaming through the night, and the redeye back to NYC, I'm working on an average of 4 hours or so per night. This is one of the things that makes me wonder if I'm cut out to be a parent - I can barely take care of myself with this little sleep, how could I possible take care of someone else?
For me, when I'm working on serious sleep deprivation it's very similar to being sick - my throat hurts, I feel crappy, and my head feels like it's full of syrup. Hopefully I'm just really tired, because I really don't have time to be sick.
To AA's credit, the flight from SFO to JFK was 100% sold out (oversold, in fact), so there was no way a pleb like me was getting an upgrade. All things considered, though, it wasn't that bad; we left on time, arrived on time, and I was so tired that I slept for almost 3 hours of the 5 1/2-hour flight, so to me it felt like a pretty short one. Combined with my PSP and Musicophilia, it was actually relatively painless. Getting through today, on the other hand, is another thing entirely...
For me, when I'm working on serious sleep deprivation it's very similar to being sick - my throat hurts, I feel crappy, and my head feels like it's full of syrup. Hopefully I'm just really tired, because I really don't have time to be sick.
To AA's credit, the flight from SFO to JFK was 100% sold out (oversold, in fact), so there was no way a pleb like me was getting an upgrade. All things considered, though, it wasn't that bad; we left on time, arrived on time, and I was so tired that I slept for almost 3 hours of the 5 1/2-hour flight, so to me it felt like a pretty short one. Combined with my PSP and Musicophilia, it was actually relatively painless. Getting through today, on the other hand, is another thing entirely...
Rockbox
So, I recently bought a new Sansa mp3 player - they're all over woot all the time. Overall not a very good portable - for example, I accidentally crushed my last one after sitting on it - but after seeing that the new version of Rockbox had come out, I just had to get a replacement - so, $40 on buy.com, a small amount of elbow grease, and now I have a cheapo 6GB media player that supports just about every media format I use (and that's good, because I have lots of AAC, OGG, WMA, and FLAC lying around). Seriously sweet.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
My new other hero
Bruce Schneier will of course always have a special place in my geeky heart, but I think I've found another guy to worship: Brock (last name unknown).
Some of the stuff is relatively simple, but a lot of it is very, very elegant. I've already learned a couple of things just perusing this blog, and I know a LOT about bash.
For instance, I'm now terribly ashamed of my previous post about awk and sed, if for no other reason than it shows I was unaware of a lot of these methods.
Of course, in my defense, I've been doing shell scripting for a very long time and I tend not to use a lot of bash-specific features, just because I cut my teeth having to write portable (i.e. bash and ksh) scripts. Really, though, that's not a valid excuse anymore - you'd be hard-pressed to find a Unix distro from the last 3-4 years that doesn't include bash out of the box.
I am totally gonna study this guy's blog......
Some of the stuff is relatively simple, but a lot of it is very, very elegant. I've already learned a couple of things just perusing this blog, and I know a LOT about bash.
For instance, I'm now terribly ashamed of my previous post about awk and sed, if for no other reason than it shows I was unaware of a lot of these methods.
Of course, in my defense, I've been doing shell scripting for a very long time and I tend not to use a lot of bash-specific features, just because I cut my teeth having to write portable (i.e. bash and ksh) scripts. Really, though, that's not a valid excuse anymore - you'd be hard-pressed to find a Unix distro from the last 3-4 years that doesn't include bash out of the box.
I am totally gonna study this guy's blog......
Monday, October 06, 2008
Frequent flier upgrade
So, I want to visit my family, I've still got a voucher from Virgin America for a flight we never took, along with a boatload of AA miles. So, I figure I'll use the voucher to get to SFO, then see if I can get a cheapo one-way red-eye on American back to NYC and upgrade it to business. I make the reservation on AA.com and call about an upgrade. Apparently there are no upgrades available until mid-November (when I'll be in Germany) because they are all taken. Just out of curiosity I look at the seating chart for the flight in question, and here's what it looks like:
Are miles even worth anything anymore?
Are miles even worth anything anymore?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Awk and sed
For those of you non GNU-junkies, awk and sed are an essential part of any admin's toolbox. They are interpreted languages (meaning there's no compiling involved and your programs just run on the fly) and they've been around for a long long time. It's pretty rare that I write a script of more than 20 lines and don't use at least one of them.
Awk and sed are pretty feature-heavy languages, and in fact there's an entire O'Reilly book just on those two alone. However, I really only use them for one thing each; I use awk to extract a particular field from a string, and I use sed to do quick and dirty substitutions. So, here's the Nate Aiman-Smith quick and dirty howto:
For awk, 99% of the time I use this line:
[command printing out stuff] | awk -F'[field separator]' '{print $[field number]}'
That's it! So, for example, if I had $numbers (or %numbers% for you windows guys) set to "one two three four" and I wanted to get the third word, I would just do:
echo %numbers% | awk '{print $3}'
which would print out "three". Note that the field separator defaults to whitespace. If my string was "one::two::three::four", I could do:
echo %numbers% | awk -F'::' '{print $3}'
For the same result.
For sed, the construction is:
sed 's/[search]/[replace]/' [file]
or
[command printing out stuff] | sed 's/[search]/[replace]/'
That does the substitution once (the first time the search string is found). You can add '/g' at the end to make it global. So, for example, to change all instances of "Nathan" to "Naton" in my file "recommendation.txt", I could do:
cat (or "type" for you windows folks) recommendation.txt | sed 's/Nathan/Naton/g' > good_recommendation.txt
Which would create a new file, good_recommendation.txt with the substitutions.
Now of course, Perl can do all these things almost as easily, and it can do it a _lot_ faster, but when you're writing the quick and dirty script or one-liner, it's a lot easier just to use one of these. If you're a Unix administrator, you need to know at least these basics of sed and awk, because you're going to see them a lot. It saddens me how many Linux admins don't seem to know these basic tools, but on the other hand it makes me look like some kind of god when I'm able to do a search-and-replace on 1000 files in about 2 minutes with a one-liner.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
the 4th amendment
So, Clau and I were in Boston last weekend, we wanted to go to a particular Italian restaurant that's apparently the most popular Italian restaurant in Boston, on the most popular night for Italian food of the year. We were stuck in a majorly long line and got to conversing with the folks near us (somewhere in their early 50s by the look of them) - turned out they were major Republican types from Naples, FL. I started talking to the husband while Clau got into a conversation with the wife. Of course, us living in NYC, 9/11 comes up (I didn't bring it up!) and the guy starts talking about how quickly we've forgotten about it and started acting like the whole thing never happened, so I had two points for him:
1) Maybe you've forgotten, but in NYC the shadow of that day hangs over the city non-stop like a cloud
2) If by "forgetting" you mean picking ourselves up and getting on with our lives, then yeah, that's pretty much what NYC has done, and maybe the rest of the country should too. The whole point of terrorism isn't to kill a few thousand people; it's to put fear and chaos into the entire nation, and that's exactly what's happened. If you really want to defeat terrorism, refuse to be terrorized.
As an example of how bad it's gotten in NYC, I pointed out that we have random subway searches where I don't think the NYPD has any expectation of actually catching any terrorists (see my earlier post on this for an anecdote), but rather it's for security theater and to catch some other offenders. The way I see it, they're searching people who aren't really aware of their civil rights, and if they find, for example, a gram of cocaine in a woman's purse, they're not going to say "well, this is obviously not a weapon - here's your coke back, have a nice day".
To which the fellow from Florida responded "Well, what's wrong with that? A person shouldn't be walking around with cocaine in the first place - if the cops catch some druggies instead of terrorists, isn't that still a good thing?"
To which I responded: it's the principle of the thing - we have a fundamental right against that exact type of search, and people are giving it up.
To which he again responded: well, what's the point of that? If you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
And I didn't really have an answer - I mean, I started to answer, but I ended up sounding more and more like a privacy nut. I ended up saying something like "well, it seems that there are two extremes: anarchy and totalitarianism. Most people's ideal falls somewhere between those two extremes, and I guess it's a matter of where you think the line should be drawn. For me, using terrorism as a reason to search people's bags on the subway is too far left of that line. If you don't agree, then I guess that's your prerogative, but you should decide where you would draw that line." Of course, I was flustered so I didn't put it quite that eloquently, but I think I got my point across.
Yet now I find myself wondering: why should reasonable people be opposed to these searches? I mean, I've been objecting on the pure basis that it seems a violation of a fundamental American right, but it seems that the whole point of the amendment was a response to overly generalized warrants, rather than police or government randomly stopping folks in the street and making them empty their pockets. Of course, it seems that the whole system of needing a warrant in the first place was a fundamental part of English law at the time, and the 4th amendment was something of a refinement of warrant requirements and applicability.
For the record, I'm still against NYPD subway search stations, but now I'm having a tougher time rationally explaining it to myself. I guess it comes down to the ability of a government to oppress its citizens, with the underlying idea being that the government will use and abuse any power given to it, rather than using that power to serve the people.
1) Maybe you've forgotten, but in NYC the shadow of that day hangs over the city non-stop like a cloud
2) If by "forgetting" you mean picking ourselves up and getting on with our lives, then yeah, that's pretty much what NYC has done, and maybe the rest of the country should too. The whole point of terrorism isn't to kill a few thousand people; it's to put fear and chaos into the entire nation, and that's exactly what's happened. If you really want to defeat terrorism, refuse to be terrorized.
As an example of how bad it's gotten in NYC, I pointed out that we have random subway searches where I don't think the NYPD has any expectation of actually catching any terrorists (see my earlier post on this for an anecdote), but rather it's for security theater and to catch some other offenders. The way I see it, they're searching people who aren't really aware of their civil rights, and if they find, for example, a gram of cocaine in a woman's purse, they're not going to say "well, this is obviously not a weapon - here's your coke back, have a nice day".
To which the fellow from Florida responded "Well, what's wrong with that? A person shouldn't be walking around with cocaine in the first place - if the cops catch some druggies instead of terrorists, isn't that still a good thing?"
To which I responded: it's the principle of the thing - we have a fundamental right against that exact type of search, and people are giving it up.
To which he again responded: well, what's the point of that? If you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
And I didn't really have an answer - I mean, I started to answer, but I ended up sounding more and more like a privacy nut. I ended up saying something like "well, it seems that there are two extremes: anarchy and totalitarianism. Most people's ideal falls somewhere between those two extremes, and I guess it's a matter of where you think the line should be drawn. For me, using terrorism as a reason to search people's bags on the subway is too far left of that line. If you don't agree, then I guess that's your prerogative, but you should decide where you would draw that line." Of course, I was flustered so I didn't put it quite that eloquently, but I think I got my point across.
Yet now I find myself wondering: why should reasonable people be opposed to these searches? I mean, I've been objecting on the pure basis that it seems a violation of a fundamental American right, but it seems that the whole point of the amendment was a response to overly generalized warrants, rather than police or government randomly stopping folks in the street and making them empty their pockets. Of course, it seems that the whole system of needing a warrant in the first place was a fundamental part of English law at the time, and the 4th amendment was something of a refinement of warrant requirements and applicability.
For the record, I'm still against NYPD subway search stations, but now I'm having a tougher time rationally explaining it to myself. I guess it comes down to the ability of a government to oppress its citizens, with the underlying idea being that the government will use and abuse any power given to it, rather than using that power to serve the people.
This has been rolling around in the back of my head for a little while - I just wanted to get it down on paper. I'll be sure to have a long talk with my dad about it the next time I see him.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Using a UPS as a transformer
So, as part of the Munich prep, I've been wondering how I can deal with my various American devices. We've been encouraged to leave behind our glorious TV (which I'm not sure I agree with, but then again our current unit is getting a little long in the tooth), but of course I will still have our wifi router, my Wii, and chargers for various devices.
Everyone seems to say that you need a step-down transformer in order to deal with the 220v power in Germany, but I've been wondering why I can't just use a UPS that can take 220v in and put 110v out. Theoretically, a UPS has two inverters - one leading into the battery and another leading out, so in theory (from my extremely limited knowledge of electronics) I should be able to use this in place of a transformer, with the side benefit of getting power redundancy and conditioning. So, I hit Google just to confirm, and I haven't been able to find one single account of anybody doing this. So now I have to face the choice of spending (and possible throwing away) $150-$200 on a decent dual-voltage UPS, or just dealing with it over there (which will undoubtedly cost more). But what really weirds me out is my inability to find a single account or testimonial of this on Google.
Everyone seems to say that you need a step-down transformer in order to deal with the 220v power in Germany, but I've been wondering why I can't just use a UPS that can take 220v in and put 110v out. Theoretically, a UPS has two inverters - one leading into the battery and another leading out, so in theory (from my extremely limited knowledge of electronics) I should be able to use this in place of a transformer, with the side benefit of getting power redundancy and conditioning. So, I hit Google just to confirm, and I haven't been able to find one single account of anybody doing this. So now I have to face the choice of spending (and possible throwing away) $150-$200 on a decent dual-voltage UPS, or just dealing with it over there (which will undoubtedly cost more). But what really weirds me out is my inability to find a single account or testimonial of this on Google.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Viral marketing
I love it when folks come up with cool ideas - I've seen so many of these "unboxing" videos, but this took me by surprise. I totally want that phone now.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Chess
Played three games of chess last night with Neil, and got my ass handed to me all three times. At my best, I was keeping up; at my worst, I'd make some incredibly boneheaded move and put myself in a position where there was no way I could win. I admittedly conceded all three games, but my logic all three times went something like this:
1) With a level playing field, I can maybe keep up. Let's be generous and give me 50-50 odds.
2) Neil just made an awesome move that made me waste about four moves and ended up with me losing a valuable piece. Therefore, I'm about four moves behind and down in points.
3) Conclusion: with a level playing field, I'm about 50-50. With the chips in Neil's favor, I'm probably more of a 95-5. Therefore, let's just concede rather than playing for another 30 minutes just to arrive at the obvious conclusion.
I remember when I backpacked with Runar, we played a ton of chess, and he beat me almost every time (meaning like 98%). We were discussing rankings, scores, etc, and Runar pointed out something interesting - chess rankings (or scores, or ratings, or whatever the hell it's called) are very specific, and you need to play with someone with practically an identical score to you. I think the points go somewhere from 0 to 2000 or something, and a difference of 100 points means that the player with the better score will almost always win, which isn't really any fun for either player. The Internet has been a a great tool for chess players, not because of social aspects or by eliminating the need to have a chess board, but because you can find someone whose score is close enough to yours to ensure a good, fair game. And (at least according to Runar), the best way to improve is to play someone at more or less your skill level - it's not like basketball or other sports where you want to play with people who are better than you (actually, it kind of is, but a difference of 100 points is the equivalent of migrating from your pickup game to playing with college starters - i.e. it's so far out of your league that you just get shut down and don't really improve).
I'm very impressed - I'm tempted to teach him how to play poker, because I think he could be far better at it than I am. Poker takes analytical skill, which he obviously has, and it also takes an intuitive ability to read people, which I think he also has. Of course, I don't want to be responsible for him getting in trouble or turning to gambling, so maybe I'll hold off on that.
Speaking of poker, Clau and I have decided to go to Massachusetts for the holiday weekend coming up. We're making the balls-out drive to Salem on Friday night, crashing, exploring Salem and migrating to Boston on Saturday, partying in Boston on Saturday, then exploring some more before heading to Foxwoods on Sunday. I'll play poker at Foxwoods (probably until the wee smalls), then on Monday we'll explore Mystic Seaport and head back home. Should be a lot of fun. I've never played in a casino before and I hope I don't get my ass handed to me like last night. But, the way I see it, even if I lose $500 on Sunday night, the proceeds from our apartment the following Wednesday ought to take the sting out of it.
OK, lots to do for work, and if I get a chance I'm going to review some chess materials: if I can at least not do anything really stupid, maybe I'll have a chance.
Choice quote from Neil last night: "Hey, you've been making some pretty good moves; not the one you just made, obviously, but overall pretty decent." My cup runneth over.
1) With a level playing field, I can maybe keep up. Let's be generous and give me 50-50 odds.
2) Neil just made an awesome move that made me waste about four moves and ended up with me losing a valuable piece. Therefore, I'm about four moves behind and down in points.
3) Conclusion: with a level playing field, I'm about 50-50. With the chips in Neil's favor, I'm probably more of a 95-5. Therefore, let's just concede rather than playing for another 30 minutes just to arrive at the obvious conclusion.
I remember when I backpacked with Runar, we played a ton of chess, and he beat me almost every time (meaning like 98%). We were discussing rankings, scores, etc, and Runar pointed out something interesting - chess rankings (or scores, or ratings, or whatever the hell it's called) are very specific, and you need to play with someone with practically an identical score to you. I think the points go somewhere from 0 to 2000 or something, and a difference of 100 points means that the player with the better score will almost always win, which isn't really any fun for either player. The Internet has been a a great tool for chess players, not because of social aspects or by eliminating the need to have a chess board, but because you can find someone whose score is close enough to yours to ensure a good, fair game. And (at least according to Runar), the best way to improve is to play someone at more or less your skill level - it's not like basketball or other sports where you want to play with people who are better than you (actually, it kind of is, but a difference of 100 points is the equivalent of migrating from your pickup game to playing with college starters - i.e. it's so far out of your league that you just get shut down and don't really improve).
I'm very impressed - I'm tempted to teach him how to play poker, because I think he could be far better at it than I am. Poker takes analytical skill, which he obviously has, and it also takes an intuitive ability to read people, which I think he also has. Of course, I don't want to be responsible for him getting in trouble or turning to gambling, so maybe I'll hold off on that.
Speaking of poker, Clau and I have decided to go to Massachusetts for the holiday weekend coming up. We're making the balls-out drive to Salem on Friday night, crashing, exploring Salem and migrating to Boston on Saturday, partying in Boston on Saturday, then exploring some more before heading to Foxwoods on Sunday. I'll play poker at Foxwoods (probably until the wee smalls), then on Monday we'll explore Mystic Seaport and head back home. Should be a lot of fun. I've never played in a casino before and I hope I don't get my ass handed to me like last night. But, the way I see it, even if I lose $500 on Sunday night, the proceeds from our apartment the following Wednesday ought to take the sting out of it.
OK, lots to do for work, and if I get a chance I'm going to review some chess materials: if I can at least not do anything really stupid, maybe I'll have a chance.
Choice quote from Neil last night: "Hey, you've been making some pretty good moves; not the one you just made, obviously, but overall pretty decent." My cup runneth over.
FedEx follow-up
Got an email from my dad giving more clarification:
Read your blog. You don't hate Fed Ex, you hate Fed Ex Ground. It's two different services and Fed Ex Ground verily sucketh a major rock. Fed Ex Ground is a separate service that Fed Ex set up fr the purpose of fucking the drivers. These drivers are not real fed ex employees, they are called "contractors" but they drive a fed ex truck and wear a fed ex uniform and the packages they deliver come in a fed ex box. The services is way cheaper for the shipper but the drivers are getting royally fucked by fed ex. You must have noticed that some fed ex packages (the overnight, the two day) have a nice tracking number and you can re rout and other good stuff, and some seem to be just sitting in limbo and nobody cares about the package or you. That's the difference between the two services. When you ahve to ship fed ex, pay extra for a true fed ex servie like overnight or two day. Thought you might like to know.I'm not 100% sure that I don't still hate FedEx for doing this - I mean, I don't hate Indian call centers for their poor training as much as I hate the companies that employ them. And of course, this comes back to my gripe with vendors for not saying who is going to ship the packages - I mean, UPS has ground service too and we don't have any problem with it, and the price difference between ground and 2-day tends to be pretty substantial (especially when you're ordering something like a $10 DVD). Still, for big stuff I think it's definitely worth it to opt for 2-day delivery, just in case it's going to be sent FedEx...
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I hate FedEx
I cannot describe how much I hate FedEx. Every time a package gets sent to our apartment via FedEx it turns into a nightmare. Points:
1) They will not leave a package with the super. Every time we ask them to do that, they say "the super wasn't there". Funny how he's always there for UPS.
2) For "home delivery", they don't give a time window - well, that's not completely true - they say "sometime between 8am and 8pm".
3) The delivery time is never consistent, as can be seen from the door tags and the few times I've been home when they deliver. Sometimes they show up at 9am, sometimes 5pm, usually sometimes in-between.
4) They don't deliver on Saturday unless your delivery time just happens to be on Saturday. So, in other words, it's not that they're incapable of it, they just won't do it on request.
5) They "might" deliver to another address, depending on their mood, but they'll charge for it if they have to change to another FedEx facility (so, for example, if you can't be at home in Hoboken and you want it just delivered to your office in NYC, they charge for that).
6) They hold all packages in the bowels of Brooklyn. There was a time when they held stuff in Manhattan (admittedly way on the edge of Manhattan, but Manhattan nonetheless) - now you're just screwed if you don't have a car.
This is just my opinion - a quick scour of the Internet will yield lots of people who have similar but opposite opinions (like "FedEx is just fine, but UPS is awful!"). Personally, my big gripe is with vendors. I think it should be a requirement that all online vendors specify which carrier will be used to transport your order. Actually, what would be best would be a choice - most people would probably go for the cheapest option, but for people like me for whom it makes a difference, it would be nice. The only reason I can think of for this is either:
1) Vendors don't want to have to update their sites when they change carriers
2) Vendors themselves don't know who they'll use until the day they ship it, depending on packages, destinations, weights, etc.
3) Vendors know that people like me are out there, for whom "It'll be shipped FedEx" is a deal-breaker (and like I said, different people have issues with different carriers).
We need government intervention dammit! At the very least, I'm going to start getting picky about this and, when possible, let vendors know that I will only purchase from them if I can know that they're NOT shipping FedEx.
The worst part? I don't even really want this package anyway - it's something I ordered and then realized I don't need. However, I paid 30 bucks for it and I figure I ought to get it. Maybe I'll just let it go back to the vendor and suck up the restocking fee. Grr....
1) They will not leave a package with the super. Every time we ask them to do that, they say "the super wasn't there". Funny how he's always there for UPS.
2) For "home delivery", they don't give a time window - well, that's not completely true - they say "sometime between 8am and 8pm".
3) The delivery time is never consistent, as can be seen from the door tags and the few times I've been home when they deliver. Sometimes they show up at 9am, sometimes 5pm, usually sometimes in-between.
4) They don't deliver on Saturday unless your delivery time just happens to be on Saturday. So, in other words, it's not that they're incapable of it, they just won't do it on request.
5) They "might" deliver to another address, depending on their mood, but they'll charge for it if they have to change to another FedEx facility (so, for example, if you can't be at home in Hoboken and you want it just delivered to your office in NYC, they charge for that).
6) They hold all packages in the bowels of Brooklyn. There was a time when they held stuff in Manhattan (admittedly way on the edge of Manhattan, but Manhattan nonetheless) - now you're just screwed if you don't have a car.
This is just my opinion - a quick scour of the Internet will yield lots of people who have similar but opposite opinions (like "FedEx is just fine, but UPS is awful!"). Personally, my big gripe is with vendors. I think it should be a requirement that all online vendors specify which carrier will be used to transport your order. Actually, what would be best would be a choice - most people would probably go for the cheapest option, but for people like me for whom it makes a difference, it would be nice. The only reason I can think of for this is either:
1) Vendors don't want to have to update their sites when they change carriers
2) Vendors themselves don't know who they'll use until the day they ship it, depending on packages, destinations, weights, etc.
3) Vendors know that people like me are out there, for whom "It'll be shipped FedEx" is a deal-breaker (and like I said, different people have issues with different carriers).
We need government intervention dammit! At the very least, I'm going to start getting picky about this and, when possible, let vendors know that I will only purchase from them if I can know that they're NOT shipping FedEx.
The worst part? I don't even really want this package anyway - it's something I ordered and then realized I don't need. However, I paid 30 bucks for it and I figure I ought to get it. Maybe I'll just let it go back to the vendor and suck up the restocking fee. Grr....
Monday, August 11, 2008
Summer in NYC
So it's the middle of August, it's about 70 degrees and pouring rain. The worst part is that I left my window open this morning, even after seeing the weather report. I figured "well, worst case scenario is a quick burst of rain, a little bit might get into the apartment, but it'll be OK." I didn't figure for the biblical-proportioned downpour that I'm now seeing outside the window of my office building, complete with thunder, lightening, and lots of hail. I shudder to think of what will be waiting for me when I get home.
On the bright side, it's supposed to be nice for the rest of the week, so at least Neil will be missing it (although he'd probably get a kick out of it - you don't get any proper thunderstorms in the Bay Area).
On the bright side, it's supposed to be nice for the rest of the week, so at least Neil will be missing it (although he'd probably get a kick out of it - you don't get any proper thunderstorms in the Bay Area).
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Dr. Horrible
I just the story behind this is so cool - Joss Whedon decides to make his little pet musical project and distribute it any way he can, without ever actually putting it on the air. I hope it's doing well.
Here's a link to an interview in Wired magazine about it. And, of course, it's on Hulu (after originally being aired in small segments for literally a few hours, before getting put exclusively on iTunes for the hardcore, and now free to all of you. A DVD can't be far behind.)
Click here to see the whole thing, or check out this tidbit:
Here's a link to an interview in Wired magazine about it. And, of course, it's on Hulu (after originally being aired in small segments for literally a few hours, before getting put exclusively on iTunes for the hardcore, and now free to all of you. A DVD can't be far behind.)
Click here to see the whole thing, or check out this tidbit:
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Interesting discussion about talking to the police
This is very cool:
http://www.tuccille.com/blog/2008/07/eight-reasons-even-innocent-shouldnt.html
A law professor gives a very simple piece of advice: don't ever talk to the police if you're a person of interest / suspect / whatever. He offers a police detective the opportunity to comment, and the cop says "That's exactly correct."
This reminds me a lot of a conversation I was having with a lawyer friend last Friday - basically I asked him "if the cops want to talk to me, at what point do I decide I need a lawyer?" Actually I think I asked him something more like "dude, if I ever get arrested, who do I call, and what do I do until the lawyer gets there?" His advice: "Call [list of mutual criminal law friends], and until he shows up you have a one word vocabulary: 'lawyer'." We then proceeded to role-play with me being the police and him being me, and he spent the entire time with his fingers in his ears saying "lawyer! lawyer! lawyer!". Let's hope I remember that advice if I ever need it (in my short time left in the U.S.)
http://www.tuccille.com/blog/2008/07/eight-reasons-even-innocent-shouldnt.html
A law professor gives a very simple piece of advice: don't ever talk to the police if you're a person of interest / suspect / whatever. He offers a police detective the opportunity to comment, and the cop says "That's exactly correct."
This reminds me a lot of a conversation I was having with a lawyer friend last Friday - basically I asked him "if the cops want to talk to me, at what point do I decide I need a lawyer?" Actually I think I asked him something more like "dude, if I ever get arrested, who do I call, and what do I do until the lawyer gets there?" His advice: "Call [list of mutual criminal law friends], and until he shows up you have a one word vocabulary: 'lawyer'." We then proceeded to role-play with me being the police and him being me, and he spent the entire time with his fingers in his ears saying "lawyer! lawyer! lawyer!". Let's hope I remember that advice if I ever need it (in my short time left in the U.S.)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Various crap
OK, for one thing - for those of you not in the know, Google Reader is about the greatest thing since sliced bread. It's an RSS feed reader which you can use to keep up-to-date on all your favorite stuff, without having to check regularly. Also, it's extremely easy to use - just click "Add Subscription", put in the main URL for what you want to subscribe to, and voila. So, for example, you could just enter http://staunchtech.blogspot.com into the subscription, and you'll have an instant easy dashboard into my musings.
So, what's in my reader? My list is actually pretty small:
slashdot.org - of course
morelightmorelight.com - My friend Matt's genius thoughts
hotdealsclub.com - because sometimes something awesome pops up
thevegasyear.blogspot.com - this guy is really into playing poker and it's fun to read
blog.rocketboom.com - I went and visited these guys a while ago and they're awesome, so now they're on the list
www.xkcd.com - popular web comic that's become so hip it's mainstream
feeds.feedburner.com/tedtalks_video - this keeps me updated on the latest talks from TED
www.schneier.com/blog/index.rdf - I've already professed my love for all things Schneier
www.wondermark.com/wondermarkrss.xml - I love me some Wondermark. I highly recommend wondermark.com and spending 2-3 hours reading all of them.
While we were in Grand Cayman I caught a look at Matt's feed list and it totally put mine to shame. On the other hand, I tend to read and be interested in everything that comes up on mine. To each their own.
So what else - well, here's the quick list:
There's definitely more but I need to get back to work. More to come (seriously!) soon...
So, what's in my reader? My list is actually pretty small:
slashdot.org - of course
morelightmorelight.com - My friend Matt's genius thoughts
hotdealsclub.com - because sometimes something awesome pops up
thevegasyear.blogspot.com - this guy is really into playing poker and it's fun to read
blog.rocketboom.com - I went and visited these guys a while ago and they're awesome, so now they're on the list
www.xkcd.com - popular web comic that's become so hip it's mainstream
feeds.feedburner.com/tedtalks_video - this keeps me updated on the latest talks from TED
www.schneier.com/blog/index.rdf - I've already professed my love for all things Schneier
www.wondermark.com/wondermarkrss.xml - I love me some Wondermark. I highly recommend wondermark.com and spending 2-3 hours reading all of them.
While we were in Grand Cayman I caught a look at Matt's feed list and it totally put mine to shame. On the other hand, I tend to read and be interested in everything that comes up on mine. To each their own.
So what else - well, here's the quick list:
- Our neighbor is going to buy our apartment, we just got into contract after hitting some snags and everybody's pretty happy and excited.
- The car is in the shop, because whether we take it with us or sell it, we'll want to have it in tip-top shape.
- Claudia has been in Central America for the last week training folks, she gets back tonight (happy times!).
- I've been going to the doctor a lot. Seems that every time I go to the doctor I end up going over and over again and spending boatloads of money, which is why I tend to avoid going to the doctor. But, it had been a while and I had something that I wanted checked out, so now I'm going for like my third visit next week, plus I have to go to a dermatologist for a once-over etc etc. Like I said, every time I go it snowballs.
- Claudia inadvertently paid a credit-card bill, in full, twice. I've used the bill pay for the bank she did it from and I can totally understand how she did it, and I probably would have done the same thing. Nonetheless it's put us many hundreds of dollars in the red for the last 10 days or so (because we didn't even know it had happened until I tried to get cash about 5 days later). After endless calling, hopping from branch to branch, etc I think I've probably gotten the balance to more or less zero. Very very painful, and even though I already convinced them to waive most of the fees, they're still there, which means that I'll have to go through the whole exercise again.
- Incidentally, this is a great way for banks to get out of waiving fees - just agree to do it and then don't do it. Why don't they all do this? It's not like they're going to get caught - the worst thing that can happen is that a customer calls again, says "why haven't you waived these fees?" and then the new rep can say "There's no record here of any decision to waive those fees, and you should really be more careful." After which the customer can complain again, maybe you say you'll take the fees off and not really do it, at which point all the customer can do is close the bank account, but after all that time spent they'll probably just say "screw it" and keep the account. After all, they just paid a whole bunch of money for it! It's foolproof!
- Of course the whole Munich thing is still weighing heavily on our minds. There's a big list of stuff to be done and we're not in the least bit organized. Soon enough we will have to put our family nose to the grindstone and get to it.
- I'm trying to figure out if there's any way I can go to CA for a last hurrah before I go to Munich. I don't know if I can but I will certainly do everything I can.
- Speaking of CA, my brother's coming over in August. Hopefully I will have more time to commit to his visit than last time.
- Speaking of siblings, Clau's sister is pregnant! Huzzah - the pressure is off! I'm going to be someone's rich foreign uncle! Of course Carina will be making the obligatory visit to NYC to stock up on baby stuff (even before the dollar plummeted, it was cheaper to buy baby stuff in the U.S. than in Brazil, now it's waaay cheaper). We've had our fair share of expectant mothers loading up, but this will be the first direct family member coming for that purpose. Good stuff!
- Work! My current employer and I are in discussions as to whether or not I might be able to continue to work for the Company after I move. So far it's looking promising but not by any means guaranteed. In the meantime I've got my (potential) swan song - the EC2 project. I may never be able to discuss it on this blog but it's fun stuff - if it doesn't catch on here, I'll ask my boss if I can release it to the open source community, and maybe someone can do something cool w/ it and give me some cred in the OSS world. Win-win!
There's definitely more but I need to get back to work. More to come (seriously!) soon...
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
It's official - moving to Munich
Well, it finally happened - Clau got the transfer. Her first day is Oct 20 and we're madly scrambling to try to get everything ready in time. Life is nuts right now!
Just thought I should share...
Just thought I should share...
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Finally - a music service I can dig!
Check it out! The new LaLa has a model that I actually can agree with - you can "buy" songs in two ways:
$0.10 - Put it on your dashboard and you can listen to it from any computer with the iTunes-esque web interface - haven't tested it on my Mac yet but it smells of Flash, so I'm optimistic. With the 10-cent option, you can listen as much as you want, but you can't put it on a iPod or CD.
$0.89-$0.99 - Get a DRM-free mp3 of it - if you already put it on your dash, then the $0.10 will be credited against it (so you get the mp3 for $0.79 or $0.89 depending on label).
Oh, and you get one "free" listen of any track on the site (so you can decide if it's even worth the $0.10 to put it on the dash) - after that you're limited to a 30-second clip.
This is totally the way to do it, and IMHO combines the best of everything that came before it (iTunes, Yahoo! music, etc). Also, when you sign up you get 50 free credits for the $0.10 option. I checked out Madonna's new album guilt-free, and three songs made it to my dashboard. I'm totally in love w/ this - I just hope that it doesn't get squashed or have the price get jacked up.
Tell your friends - if this takes off then maybe it'll become the new standard model for distribution!
$0.10 - Put it on your dashboard and you can listen to it from any computer with the iTunes-esque web interface - haven't tested it on my Mac yet but it smells of Flash, so I'm optimistic. With the 10-cent option, you can listen as much as you want, but you can't put it on a iPod or CD.
$0.89-$0.99 - Get a DRM-free mp3 of it - if you already put it on your dash, then the $0.10 will be credited against it (so you get the mp3 for $0.79 or $0.89 depending on label).
Oh, and you get one "free" listen of any track on the site (so you can decide if it's even worth the $0.10 to put it on the dash) - after that you're limited to a 30-second clip.
This is totally the way to do it, and IMHO combines the best of everything that came before it (iTunes, Yahoo! music, etc). Also, when you sign up you get 50 free credits for the $0.10 option. I checked out Madonna's new album guilt-free, and three songs made it to my dashboard. I'm totally in love w/ this - I just hope that it doesn't get squashed or have the price get jacked up.
Tell your friends - if this takes off then maybe it'll become the new standard model for distribution!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Darth Vader Feels Blue
Just when you thought that the world had run out of (good) ways to mangle Star Wars snippets, along comes some genius who shows us that the keg has not yet been completely tapped. I've watched this thing like 10 times and it still makes me laugh.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Genius - defacing of us currency
One of those things that's better than you figure it's going to be...
A collection of currency from a bored guy - link.
--Nate
A collection of currency from a bored guy - link.
--Nate
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Babies babies everywhere
Clau finally got back from Brazil with tons of stories - I went on a quick Bay Area trip while she was gone and it was great - got to see almost everybody. Spent some time getting to know my little sister, which was also cool - she's getting big fast!
The day after Clau got back home, her friends Andre and Roberta came over to spend some time w/ us and they brought their little baby Gabriella along. Clau just absolutely fell in love w/ the baby so that looks good for us!
Other than that, life is progressing at its usual pace - projects, little stuff, returning back to marital bliss. Of course there's a slew of details but right now I don't have the time to get into it - just wanted to let the world know that I'm still here...
--Nate
The day after Clau got back home, her friends Andre and Roberta came over to spend some time w/ us and they brought their little baby Gabriella along. Clau just absolutely fell in love w/ the baby so that looks good for us!
Other than that, life is progressing at its usual pace - projects, little stuff, returning back to marital bliss. Of course there's a slew of details but right now I don't have the time to get into it - just wanted to let the world know that I'm still here...
--Nate
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
My new wallpaper
I got a wallpaper-sized version of this beautiful oil painting of the Crazy German Kid (search for it on YouTube w/ English subtitles - it's disturbing but funny). I got it from this guy who takes suggestions from readers about what to paint and then paints it - usually some interesting Internet memes. Plus it's a good place to go and make sure that you're up on your Inet culture. For example, I was unaware of the awesomeness that is the Techno Viking until I visited this guys's page - would have been worth the browsing even if I hadn't picked up this nerd-pop-culture-kitsch wallpaper along the way...
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Last-minute trip
As part of my new job, I will sometimes get called to go somewhere at the last minute (although it doesn't happen often). So, tonight I'm jumping on a plane to Hamburg, working Wed-Fri in Hamburg and taking the 6am flight back to NYC on Saturday. Awesome.
I went to Hamburg when I backpacked Europe, and nothing sticks out in my memory. I recall staying for a day or two, thinking "that was lame", and moving on. Maybe this time will be different, although I doubt it.
Anyway, if you're wondering where I am Tues-Saturday, I'm either en route or in Deutchland...
--Nate
I went to Hamburg when I backpacked Europe, and nothing sticks out in my memory. I recall staying for a day or two, thinking "that was lame", and moving on. Maybe this time will be different, although I doubt it.
Anyway, if you're wondering where I am Tues-Saturday, I'm either en route or in Deutchland...
--Nate
Monday, February 11, 2008
Turks and Caicos
Just a quick couple of links - Clau and I spent last Thanksgiving in Turks and Caicos. Definitely a nice place to go, although I prefer Cozumel, both for the amount of stuff to do and the quality of the diving. However, if you like to dive and you really want to get away from it all, T&C is not a bad choice.
Here's a link of the place we stayed on Google Maps
Here's a link to the photos on Flickr (admittedly not a whole lot of 'em, I'm really bad about that...)
That'll at least give some idea of what it was like...
--Nate
Here's a link of the place we stayed on Google Maps
Here's a link to the photos on Flickr (admittedly not a whole lot of 'em, I'm really bad about that...)
That'll at least give some idea of what it was like...
--Nate
Guests and diet
Well, we've been very popular folks lately. Attila, Claudia's Hungarian friend from college, came to NYC on a business trip (he works for Morgan Stanley in Hungary), and stayed with us over the weekend. I really like him a lot - he's a guy of few words but obviously brilliant. He invited a couple of his friends from his GE days to come hang out with us, and we all had a really good time. My mom just came and visited us for a couple of days (always a treat!), and it was great to see her. Unfortunately I had a ton of work I had to do, but I managed to get home on Friday at a reasonable hour so we could have a nice dinner of sushi and Yolato, followed by passing out. Mom left on Saturday morning, then we had one of Clau's colleagues from Venezuela come by in the afternoon - we went to a great Venezuelan place in our neighborhood, then headed back to our place for some marathon gaming sessions - I taught Clau how to play hold 'em and she's really good for a beginner.
Yesterday our latest guests showed up - Viviane (another college classmate of Clau's) and Marcel. We really like them a lot and it's great having them here - in fact the only complaint I have is the effect of all these visitors on my waistline. Needless to say, I have not been eating properly for the last couple of months (between Brazil, no time for Clau or I to cook, and all the visitors), and I'm starting to gain my weight back. Gotta put a stop to that.
So, for the next week, we're entertaining. It's ridiculously cold this week - today it's about 15 degrees and just brutal. Next week, Clau and I are going to take some time and just chill out...
Yesterday our latest guests showed up - Viviane (another college classmate of Clau's) and Marcel. We really like them a lot and it's great having them here - in fact the only complaint I have is the effect of all these visitors on my waistline. Needless to say, I have not been eating properly for the last couple of months (between Brazil, no time for Clau or I to cook, and all the visitors), and I'm starting to gain my weight back. Gotta put a stop to that.
So, for the next week, we're entertaining. It's ridiculously cold this week - today it's about 15 degrees and just brutal. Next week, Clau and I are going to take some time and just chill out...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Poker and Obama
I've finally changed my "books" list to reflect stuff I've been reading lately. I got called for jury duty in early November, and since I had just finished the big project I figured it was a good time to serve. It turns out that I was part of a criminal jury pool - in NYC you're pooled together with a whole ton of other people as potential jurors for the week - when a judge wants to select a jury, the judge requests some number of jurors from the pool (probably 2-3 times the required number of jurors), the clerk randomly draws names from the pool, the selected potential jurors go through the voir dire process, some are selected, and the rest are tossed back into the pool.
At the time I showed up, there was a really high-profile murder trial that was going to begin the selection process, so the judge ordered _all_ the pool (about 200 of us) to go to the courtroom. The judge explained that the case would likely take 4-6 weeks, and told us that if we had a reason we couldn't go, we better give it now. Since I already had our vacation planned for later in the month, I told the judge I couldn't serve without losing all my pre-paid items (airfare, hotel deposit, etc), and she let me off the hook. That was the closest I ever got to serving on a jury - the rest of the time I just sat there. So, at lunchtime on the first day, I purchased "The Audacity of Hope" at the nearby college bookstore, powered through it over the next two days, and decided right there and then that I'm voting for that guy.
For our trip (I'll have to write about that in another post), I borrowed "Dreams From My Father" from the library, and again was struck by what a great writer Obama is. I don't believe I had ever read a book by a politician before - I always imagined that they would be dull - but I really enjoyed those books. Incidentally, when I checked the book out of the library in mid-November, there were probably twenty copies sitting on the shelf (it was filed away in the History / Biography section) - keep in mind this was the main branch of the library, but there are probably another 50-100 copies scattered around the NYC library system. Later on, I tried to renew it online (it was raining and I was lazy), I found that there were almost a thousand people on the waiting list for the book! So, it looks like a lot of people are really interested in checking it out.
On a completely different front, I've started learning how to play poker. I've been playing for about 10 days now and I have to say I'm enjoying it - the time I normally play is between 11pm and 1am, after Clau goes to sleep - I usually play in one tournament per night. So far, I'm 10 bucks down, which isn't too bad! I got the book "Bigger Deal" from the library on a whim and I read it while we were in Turks and Caicos. A bit boring and dry, especially if you don't play poker, but it did get me interested - theoretically it's about the author trying to improve his game sufficiently to have a shot at the WSOP (he ultimately wins a satellite to enter, but does poorly in the actual event), but there's a lot of history and fun facts about the game interspersed throughout the book. So, I figured that since I'm something of a dilettante, I would be best suited to borrow some books from the library and see if I can get anything out of them.
After reading a bit about poker, I've discovered that the really interesting thing about it is that it's a game of both math and psychology - on one hand, you need to be able to quickly figure out what you have, what you _might_ end up with and the approximate odds of you ending up with it, as well as what your opponent(s) might have and the approximate odds of _their_ ending up with something better than what you have or might end up with. Sound complicated? It is! But, of course, most people (like me) can only get a general idea of these things, and particularly when you're playing online and the action is fast and furious, you don't have adequate time to really think all these things through - however, the more you can calculate in the short amount of time you have, the better off you'll be.
Now, if it were just a game of math then it would just be math nerds who excelled at the game - but then you throw bluffing into the mix and it gets really interesting. I've never played with actual people before, although some friends have a ongoing game that I'm planning on checking out next week, but even online you've got to build a quick profile of your opponents - do they call a lot of hands, do they raise more often than they should statistically have good cards (i.e. do you think they're bluffing or at least semi-bluffing), do they almost never play and then, once in a blue moon, start throwing all their money into the pot, etc? These styles of play all have different strengths and weaknesses, and it's a lot like paper-scissors-rock: what works against one style can get completely dominated by another, but there's no one style that beats all others (or else everyone would be playing that way!).
Finally, of course, there's dumb luck - sometimes the cards are coming your way and sometimes they're not. I haven't really learned what to do about that yet, although really good players can certainly take those lemons and turn them into lemonade. But, as you can tell, I'm definitely enjoying the learning process, especially since I can play a tournament and get a lot of practice for two bucks. And, truthfully, there's a lot of lessons that can learned from poker and applied to your everyday life - a lot of decisions in life are based on the same criteria: where do I currently stand, what are my potential payoffs, how likely is this to succeed, what's the likelihood of failure, what are the benefits of success vs. the costs of failure. Plug numbers into machine, chug chug chug, and out comes the "correct" answer - then you have to decide what to do with it. Not a bad series of life lessons for 5-10 bucks a week!
At the time I showed up, there was a really high-profile murder trial that was going to begin the selection process, so the judge ordered _all_ the pool (about 200 of us) to go to the courtroom. The judge explained that the case would likely take 4-6 weeks, and told us that if we had a reason we couldn't go, we better give it now. Since I already had our vacation planned for later in the month, I told the judge I couldn't serve without losing all my pre-paid items (airfare, hotel deposit, etc), and she let me off the hook. That was the closest I ever got to serving on a jury - the rest of the time I just sat there. So, at lunchtime on the first day, I purchased "The Audacity of Hope" at the nearby college bookstore, powered through it over the next two days, and decided right there and then that I'm voting for that guy.
For our trip (I'll have to write about that in another post), I borrowed "Dreams From My Father" from the library, and again was struck by what a great writer Obama is. I don't believe I had ever read a book by a politician before - I always imagined that they would be dull - but I really enjoyed those books. Incidentally, when I checked the book out of the library in mid-November, there were probably twenty copies sitting on the shelf (it was filed away in the History / Biography section) - keep in mind this was the main branch of the library, but there are probably another 50-100 copies scattered around the NYC library system. Later on, I tried to renew it online (it was raining and I was lazy), I found that there were almost a thousand people on the waiting list for the book! So, it looks like a lot of people are really interested in checking it out.
On a completely different front, I've started learning how to play poker. I've been playing for about 10 days now and I have to say I'm enjoying it - the time I normally play is between 11pm and 1am, after Clau goes to sleep - I usually play in one tournament per night. So far, I'm 10 bucks down, which isn't too bad! I got the book "Bigger Deal" from the library on a whim and I read it while we were in Turks and Caicos. A bit boring and dry, especially if you don't play poker, but it did get me interested - theoretically it's about the author trying to improve his game sufficiently to have a shot at the WSOP (he ultimately wins a satellite to enter, but does poorly in the actual event), but there's a lot of history and fun facts about the game interspersed throughout the book. So, I figured that since I'm something of a dilettante, I would be best suited to borrow some books from the library and see if I can get anything out of them.
After reading a bit about poker, I've discovered that the really interesting thing about it is that it's a game of both math and psychology - on one hand, you need to be able to quickly figure out what you have, what you _might_ end up with and the approximate odds of you ending up with it, as well as what your opponent(s) might have and the approximate odds of _their_ ending up with something better than what you have or might end up with. Sound complicated? It is! But, of course, most people (like me) can only get a general idea of these things, and particularly when you're playing online and the action is fast and furious, you don't have adequate time to really think all these things through - however, the more you can calculate in the short amount of time you have, the better off you'll be.
Now, if it were just a game of math then it would just be math nerds who excelled at the game - but then you throw bluffing into the mix and it gets really interesting. I've never played with actual people before, although some friends have a ongoing game that I'm planning on checking out next week, but even online you've got to build a quick profile of your opponents - do they call a lot of hands, do they raise more often than they should statistically have good cards (i.e. do you think they're bluffing or at least semi-bluffing), do they almost never play and then, once in a blue moon, start throwing all their money into the pot, etc? These styles of play all have different strengths and weaknesses, and it's a lot like paper-scissors-rock: what works against one style can get completely dominated by another, but there's no one style that beats all others (or else everyone would be playing that way!).
Finally, of course, there's dumb luck - sometimes the cards are coming your way and sometimes they're not. I haven't really learned what to do about that yet, although really good players can certainly take those lemons and turn them into lemonade. But, as you can tell, I'm definitely enjoying the learning process, especially since I can play a tournament and get a lot of practice for two bucks. And, truthfully, there's a lot of lessons that can learned from poker and applied to your everyday life - a lot of decisions in life are based on the same criteria: where do I currently stand, what are my potential payoffs, how likely is this to succeed, what's the likelihood of failure, what are the benefits of success vs. the costs of failure. Plug numbers into machine, chug chug chug, and out comes the "correct" answer - then you have to decide what to do with it. Not a bad series of life lessons for 5-10 bucks a week!
Long time no write
Well lots has happened - as everyone knows we went to Brazil, it was great - my Portuguese has definitely improved since last time, and it was an interesting experience to talk to a lot of Claudia's family for what felt like the first time. We also went to Joao Pessoa, the hometown of our friend Andrea, and stayed with Andrea's family there - they remind me a lot of Claudia's family: they're very close, very warm and wonderful people. Unfortunately Clau and I really wanted some time by ourselves and we didn't get it - normally we take a few days "off" in the middle of the vacation and retreat somewhere by ourselves, but we used that normally reserved time to go to Joao Pessoa. The funny part is, I think we were a bit of a burden on Andrea's family as well, but it was a cultural etiquette problem more than anything else; we didn't want them to think that we were using them as a hotel, and they didn't want to invite us to their city and not be there to guide us every step of the way. But, like I said, if you're going to be stuck with folks in a strange city, Andrea's family are great folks to be stuck with.
Other than that the trip was relatively uneventful - as always there are lots of fun things to gossip about going on in Clau's family, but then again what family isn't like that?
Doing some interesting work lately - I was pretty much twiddling my thumbs for the better part of November and December, but now things are picking up. I can't really get into stuff in progress, but suffice it to say that I have (at least on paper) a very cool job, and things have hit a good level of busy-ness, so that I'm not working my butt off but I'm also not bored. Overall not such a bad deal.
I know this isn't very interesting and I'll cut this off now, just that folks have been asking how life has been for the last few months - truthfully Clau and I have settled into a groove - if it were any city other than New York I'd probably call it a "rut", but since there's always stuff going on, it hasn't gotten boring yet. We both come home from work tired, if we're up to it then one of us cooks, if we're not up to it then we order something (this is one thing we're trying very hard not to do, but we're still at about 50% home cooking at this stage). On Fridays, if we have the energy, we go out with friends, if not then we stay at home and watch TV or a movie, on Saturdays we talk about all the errands we have to get done over the weekend and end up vegging all day, then usually go out on the town for our weekly drinking binge. On Sundays we vow to start taking it easier on Saturdays, or at least to start taking care of our weekend errands on Saturday so we don't need to do them with a hangover on Sunday. On Monday we go back to work and play bocce at night, Tues-Thurs we come home, get changed, and cook/order food.
Like I said, a groove.
I've got some resolutions, I'll write about those separately. One of them, however, is to write more entries to this blog, for my own posterity if for nothing else...
Other than that the trip was relatively uneventful - as always there are lots of fun things to gossip about going on in Clau's family, but then again what family isn't like that?
Doing some interesting work lately - I was pretty much twiddling my thumbs for the better part of November and December, but now things are picking up. I can't really get into stuff in progress, but suffice it to say that I have (at least on paper) a very cool job, and things have hit a good level of busy-ness, so that I'm not working my butt off but I'm also not bored. Overall not such a bad deal.
I know this isn't very interesting and I'll cut this off now, just that folks have been asking how life has been for the last few months - truthfully Clau and I have settled into a groove - if it were any city other than New York I'd probably call it a "rut", but since there's always stuff going on, it hasn't gotten boring yet. We both come home from work tired, if we're up to it then one of us cooks, if we're not up to it then we order something (this is one thing we're trying very hard not to do, but we're still at about 50% home cooking at this stage). On Fridays, if we have the energy, we go out with friends, if not then we stay at home and watch TV or a movie, on Saturdays we talk about all the errands we have to get done over the weekend and end up vegging all day, then usually go out on the town for our weekly drinking binge. On Sundays we vow to start taking it easier on Saturdays, or at least to start taking care of our weekend errands on Saturday so we don't need to do them with a hangover on Sunday. On Monday we go back to work and play bocce at night, Tues-Thurs we come home, get changed, and cook/order food.
Like I said, a groove.
I've got some resolutions, I'll write about those separately. One of them, however, is to write more entries to this blog, for my own posterity if for nothing else...