I have long been excited at the idea of self-driving cars, because they should make the roads a lot safer. I have had the chance to ride Waymos and I think they are pretty great. I have been following the r/waymo subreddit. Lots of discussion about new rollouts, and videos of the robotaxis avoiding tragic situations. Lots of Good News.
I am not one to set cars on fire. But you may have heard that Los Angeles has been fighting against the Trump Regime this past weekend. Along the way, some Waymos got torched. The subreddit has been spammed with burning cars. Someone posted “why oh why would someone torch a poor little waymo car they are totally innocent and have nothing to do with ice” so I take the bait.
[Why?] Trump administration is sponsored by Google. Waymo is owned by Google. Waymo is an instrument of the Fascist State.
For me, pictures are worth a lot of words. Since they appeared front row at the inauguration, Amazon, Whole Foods, and Google are on my “avoid” list, though I still check on the swamp that is Facebook to keep up with the dwindling handful of friends there. I’ve made an exception so far for Waymo, as it is novel and potentially very good. People want to see through the shades of grey for a world of black and white, but every day we make choices. Waymo is good because it can reduce traffic deaths, and Waymo’s corporate parent is a sponsor of the growing horrors of the Trump Regime. Enjoy the ride, but don’t even feign shock that folks are willing to torch a few Waymos.
Of course, I got a message from Reddit.
“Hello, You have been permanently banned from participating in r/waymo because your comment violates this community’s rules.”
Rules, you say?
r/waymo rules: no luddites, no trolls
“No people who provoke … on purpose.” That’s me. Being provocative. Calling out bullshit. “I wouldn’t ever want to join a club that would have me as a member.” I take this penalty as a badge of honor.
In closing: Fuck ICE and Fuck Complicit Tech Companies. We all need to be feeling at least a little bit uncomfortable.
I took three days of PTO, starting last Thursday. Grandma was is town because this weekend was the older son’s Second Degree black belt testing and graduation ceremony. We are all very proud of him.
The first flat tire was on Friday. The Wife got one on the newer EV on her way to work, so Grandma and I went down in the older EV to help out. Along the route, some guys were in the street picking things up. I slowed down and drove wide around. One guy looked at me, leaned forward a bit, and yelled “NAILS!!”
It only occurred to us later that these were likely the same nails that caused the wife’s flat tire. Good on these guys for cleaning up.
Modern cars don’t ship with spare tires. The new EV doesn’t even have a donut. Instead, there is a kit with an air compressor and a bottle of goo. You plug the goo into the compressor, plug the compressor into the cigarette lighter port under the center console, power on, and wait 5 minutes. The theory is the goo will seal a small puncture, you drive a few miles to circulate the goo, then re-inflate, and then drive a few miles more to the tire shop, perhaps. In our case, the tire was off the rim. I later moved the car for the tow truck and that caused the tire to pop back on to the rim. So, next time, I will check if the tire is on the rim and move it to get it back on the rim before I try the goo inflator. At any rate, a tow truck eventually took me to the tire shop, which confirmed that the tire had been properly lacerated in such a way that goo would not have worked. They sold me one tire, which they had to order, and then re-order because they had misordered. The good news is that shipping consisted of sending a guy down to San Jose, and I had towed to a place near the house so I was able to walk home and then have lunch at the taqueria across the street, and then pay $220 plus tax. The tow truck was an $8 line item for roadside assistance on our auto insurance, who I believe will charge us a $50 fee.
Monday I snuck in a short ride on the cargo bike before school pickup. While filling in a bit of my Wandrer, I looped over to Lawrence Expressway for all of one block, and found the rear tire was suddenly flat. I pushed over to a gym which had a bike rack out front, then got a Lyft to school, and the younger son and I rode the bus back home. I later fetched the cargo bike in the minivan. And, given that the rear wheel is an unusual size and I am pretty sure I do not have the right inner tube I’ll probably just take the bucket off and bring the bike down to the shop to mend the flat. I’ll likely attempt a patch in the driveway first, because I’m somewhat handy and thrifty.
2025-05-22 Thursday
The conversation about cameras turned to flashes, and one guy shared that when he was as kid, the flash on the camera made a neat high-pitched noise as it recharged. Everyone agreed that was a neat memory.
I remember as a kid, touching the wall outlet and getting electrocuted. It was a weird sensation. Not pleasant but not exactly painful. I did it again. Yup. I cataloged the experience and moved on with the business of growing up.
We weren’t big on going outdoors. Our generation was the first with Cable TV and the strict admonition that the most dangerous thing a kid could do was speak to a stranger. We weren’t big on sunscreen either. I just took it for granted that whenever we visited the beach I could enjoy peeling dead skin for the week after.
A lot of us died in 2020. In 2025, a great many of us struggle yet to really be alive.
Everything in life is temporary. Except temporary fixes. Those are usually permanent.
Today was pretty intense at work. Debugging federated authentication with vendors? Not my favorite activity. I was hoping to knock off early and work on water rocket derby kits for the Cub Scouts but by the end of the day Cory Booker was breaking Strom Thurmond’s record in the Senate and that was good enough for me.
“My Beloved Monster” by Caleb Carr
I finished a book yesterday: My Beloved Monster by Caleb Carr. At times, I thought, “This is a book about an old man living with his cat,” but it was really a good story about a man’s life and a cat’s life and how, if you care to pay attention to another soul, you can connect. Ambassador Carr spends a lot of beautiful words on a relationship with someone who does not communicate with words.
As I was finishing the book, I made the mistake of checking Mr Carr’s Wikipedia page, which gave a spoiler of the date of Masha’s death, which isn’t too important, really. The book was published a month before Mr Carr’s own passing. He was a good companion, sharing the joy of his journey with Masha. As he finished her story, he noted that she was “already traveling.” I thought of our beloved Maggie, whom we saw off together at the end of 2023.
When the veterinarian makes a house call . . .
Love your sentient companions.
2025-04-09 Wednesday
I just finished “The Life of Fredrick Douglass” by David Walker. It was a Thank You gift for supporting KPFA, but due to trouble with their app I received three copies. I’ll have to donate.
“The Life of Frederick Douglass” by David Walker
Slavery is a hard topic and not one I think I’d want to endure through a prose novel. (We read “Beloved” in high school.) A graphic novel is a nice approach. What was new for me was some of the history. The first people brought over in 1619 weren’t slaves for life. To my understanding, slavery has a long history in civilization as a temporary status. In 1640 three indentured servants ran away from their masters in Virginia. They were captured and the white men had their servitude extended some years while the black guy, John Punch, got his servitude extended to life. 1662 is when Virginia declared that children of slaves would also be slaves.
Frederick Douglass’s story is of a happy childhood with Grandma, then being turned over to cruelty at the age of five, then of learning to read, fighting The Man, and escaping and devoting his life and talents to Emancipation. In the middle of the book he has his freedom, a job, a house in Massachusetts, a wife and a child. In the words of the book, “I knew not then that my freedom was incomplete. If asked at the time, I would have been incapable of expressing the lingering notion that clawed at my soul: as long as one was enslaved, all were enslaved.”
It is not enough for things to be good for the individual, unless things are also good for people generally.
2024-04-14 Monday
I still need to do the taxes. Pretty soon I’ll be at a decent break point at work. While babysitting batch jobs, I catch up on online reading. Darrell Owens is sharing good stuff:
The reason why men with degrees are disproportionately voting to the left globally isn’t due to the content of the education, but primarily the campus experience where you engage with women on a professional, social and personal scale.
[ . . . ]
The main reason the gender war stuff only spanned two years for me was because I made adult friendships. When I was 19 years old, I first discovered the then-new pro-housing movement, and my local organization was founded by a trans woman and a non-binary person about 10 or 15 years my senior. I didn’t even know what a non-binary person was, and I didn’t know any trans people at 19 year old. But because of my exposure to these awesome people — who tolerated and corrected me when I occasionally said ignorant stuff — the right-wing YouTube videos of “Trans people gone wild” never convinced me the way it has millions of Americans.
My work with local political groups exposed me to men of all types: seniors, wealthy men, poor men, fathers in their 30s and 40s, depressed men, gay men, happy men. And of course a lot of women of all ages, too. My friendship with these people, especially men at different stages in life that had already gone through what I was dealing with, taught me that this nihilistic, dating nonsense, gender wars was just a phase. It wasn’t even explicit speeches but just clear observation. The married men were generally nice people. The middle class men made money in realistic ways and they kept telling me to stay in college. The depressed and poor men were open about their issues to me in a way that made me comfortable. And having female friends, especially older ones, made it so that I didn’t just see the opposite sex as just for dating.
. . . having male friends in their 40s casually remark when I was slacking around in my early 20s to go finish my education helped me tremendously. To be friends with older men with the lifestyles and families I wanted had a much greater impact than curated social media feeds of influencers.
“I mentally reprimanded my wife for disappearing to the candle aisle; it was impossible to keep track of two kids in this orgy of affordable consumerism.”
–Peter Stenson, “Bone Frag” The Sun Magazine, October 2024
2025-04-19 Saturday
The week has been difficult. It started with hard work, which really isn’t hard. On Wednesday I took the wife to a nice restaurant for her birthday. On Friday I watched the press conference with Senator Van Hollen. I can’t let Kilmar Abrego Garcia out of my heart. A father with a loving wife. A guy who works for his family. He’s anyone in America and he and others get snatched off the street by The Government and sent to a foreign Gulag.
I made the mistake of learning more about CECOT in El Salvador. There’s at least one awestruck influencer video on YouTube marveling at the Security Measures. Okay, sure. There’s also the understanding of 23.5 hours lock down, never going outside, bodies stacked 100 to a cell, zero contact with the outside world. And an admission that these inhumane conditions for “the worst of the worst” are applied to many innocent people because The Dictator gleefully brags that rounding up innocent people is just what you have to do to make the streets safe.
And the President of the United States, after “whoopsie” sending a guy here without due process and then digging in and insisting that Kilmar will just be deported again if he returns, and that he wants to treat US Citizens the same. The Constitution is Dead, in his eyes.
I debate whether CECOT is a concentration camp or a death camp. It is a one way trip off of this earth into a mass grave. They haven’t added the gas chambers and ovens yet. The conditions are more horrific than what I read from Alexander Solzhenitzyen and the fuck of it all is is that if you’re having to parse your national policies in comparison to the Soviet Union or the Third Reich, you’re already in deep shit.
I’m stressed out. I have friends who have pre-arranged their emigration strategy. The wife and I look at each other: we’ll stay and fight. I wish I was being hyperbolic and overreacting but it feels like the United States is Wile E Coyote having run over the cliff, pausing in mid-air, then daring to look down. It isn’t a Done Deal that we have lost our Democracy and I have some Faith that we’re going to Keep It Together but I am totally freaked out.
The photo of Senator Van Hollen and Mr Abrego Garcia was a relief. The man fled gang violence in El Salvador. A US Court found his fears to be credible and allowed him to stay. Then he’s dumped into the prison with all the evil gang members and all the officials involved are bending over themselves to deny any agency at all. The dots connected themselves for me to imagine that President Bukele felt embarrassed at the prospect of having to dig a body out of his mass grave to repatriate to America. A bad look. Fortunately, they had the good sense to keep the deportees separate and then send Mr Abrego Garcia to a less atrocious facility.
These are the standards of April, 2025. Which we would have found unconscionable in 2024. The Pendulum needs to swing. The current trajectory is hard towards a collective national tragedy.
Anyway. What I post to Social Media is Not The News. The World As We Experience It On the Ground is the reality we need to appreciate.
My America is the one where plastic dinosaurs frolic on public fountains.
I had a moment to catch up with the old blog before my Passport appointment at the Post Office. No travel plans. No emigration plans. But supposedly the Real ID thing will be Real this year and if I’m going to get a federal identity document, I’m going to get the one that can get me not merely to Nevada, but to Japan, just as well. I saw the other day that we were at 150 yen to the dollar! That would be a nice budget vacation for a solo traveler! But we’re going to Kentucky for a little family shindig later this year.
2025-03-05 Wednesday
A nice summary by Roger Farnworth about the Zelenskyy meeting, explaining how it demonstrates many dynamics used by abusers, and some advice on where we can make a difference in the world. Jon Stewart had a punchier analysis, using WWE to explain that “Trump turned ‘heel'” by nut-punching a good guy. America thus changed from a “Face” that everyone loves, to a bad guy “heel” that everyone loathes. This works if your ambition is to end the post-WWII international order, where the United States is a friend to democracy, and want to instead run the world as one of competing “Great Powers” that can bully their respective geographic Spheres of Influence.
You and I can’t end this Darkness from the top. But we can be agents of Light in our own lives, working from the bottom. I appreciate that Roger Farnworth listed organizations you can support. I haven’t done much, yet. Well, I do a lot in raising my boys, and the regular work of helping out around the community, lately more with Cub Scouts.
With the new car I figured out how to configure the “preset up/down” buttons to “seek up/down” buttons so when I drive somewhere I hear new voices and new music from the region where I live. We have two public radio stations, plus KPFA, and Stanford’s KZSU. This morning I caught the most uplifting woman on the Bollywood station. She wasn’t talking about The News. Just light, uplifting banter to help us all rise to the day. At the coffee shop, I skipped social media and found an email to send her a thank you. I’ve been giving money monthly to my mainstay public radio, KQED, for years, a bit higher in recent years. Well, a week or two back I ponied up $10/mo for KPFA. They were talking about Fredrick Douglas and I’m looking forward to receiving my Fredrick Douglas graphic novel as a Thank You Gift.
2025-03-19 Wednesday
I wonder if we are falling into a pace with the Trump Regime. The headlines are shifting away from Elon and towards the courts ordering Congressional funding restored and Federal workers back to their jobs. The madness will continue, but unless you’re Chuck Schumer, there is some balance in a vast number of people fighting back. Not just in the United States, but our allies boycotting American products to repudiate threats of Trade Wars and Shooting Wars. Solidarity all over the place. Unless you’re Chuck Schumer. Fuck that guy.
This weekend I drove past the Tesla dealership twice. The first time was too early: all quiet. The next trip was between 2-4pm on a Saturday when both sides of the street are lined with protestors. I was with the kid. We slowed with windows down and I tooted the horn. Two hours per week at the Tesla dealer isn’t the most radical protest but Sunnyvale’s a very quiet town and it helps.
The wife visited Target to get cash from the ATM. She said it was a ghost town with no checkout lines. I said they should have boycotts more often. We went off in search of kids shoes. The first local business was out of stock, but we got the hook up at Nordstrom. I have no idea of their DEI policies. What I do have an idea of is the CEOs of Amazon, Facebook, and Google stood at Trump’s side at the inauguration. I think we’re informally boycotting Whole Foods, cut back on Amazon, find local merchants … I’m still on Facebook but the wheels have been coming off that site more and more over the past few years … Google is not easily avoided. I like my Android phone and my Gmail but the momentum is changing.
There are a billion shades of grey, but come Collaborators put themselves out there. People whose desperation for power flagrantly outstrips their innate moral character. These are the people who choose the front row photo ops with the Next Autocrat. These are the people, who, when in a position to fight, tuck tail and sell out. These are the targets of our ire, and there is a lot of ire that needs expression.
Sunnyvale has no Trump Tower, but Elon Musk has conveniently opened a chain of MAGA Embassies throughout affluent blue communities to receive our ire. For two hours a week. Pace ourselves.
A week later, the older son and I spent a while at the Tesla protest down on El Camino. It was cathartic.
2025-04-01 Tuesday
For the record, the passport and passport card were received within a few weeks. We aren’t running. We are here for the fight.
The President gave a speech before a joint session of Congress on Tuesday. I normally watch such speeches out of civic interest, but I skipped, because I am exhausted from all the news, I expected no good news, and because he looks to television ratings for validation.
I did catch the beginning on NPR. I wasn’t paying attention. But I heard Al Green’s disruption. I tuned out shortly after, but hoped that Al Green was going to be only the first of many Democrats ready to fight with proper vigor against the dismantling of the Federal Government and our Constitution.
Well, not so much. Representative Green was censured for his actions. He gave a speech acknowledging his censure and proceeded to explain why he did what he did. I appreciated what he had to say to such a degree that I transcribed a portion to share.
Why, Al Green, would you come to the well, before your colleagues and the world, and commit an act of incivility?
Here is why. Because when the President of the United States, right there, at that podium, addressed the members of Congress–Democrats seated on this side, seated, many of them saying nothing–the President of the United States looked upon them, pointed toward them, and said–I quote–and said: “lunatics.”
The President of the United States, at a Joint Session of Congress, called members of Congress “lunatics.” That was an act of incivility!
Incivility! There comes a time when you can not allow the President’s incivility to take advantage of our civility. And that’s what’s happening in our country. His incivility is overwhelming our civility. We can not allow this. [My] act of incivility was in direct response to the President’s incivility.
Mister President: you sir, you were wrong, when you pointed to the members of Congress, and called them “lunatics”–Democrats, I might add–called them “lunatics.”
The President hasn’t been sanctioned. President hasn’t been reprimanded. No censure of the President. The President is above the law. Supreme Court has said as much. He can do things that no other can do.
Above the law as it relates to certain things, but not as it relates to all things, but not as it relates to all things. Not all. He is still subject to the norms of society. The decorum that you expect from me, you have to respect, and expect from the President. Why would we allow him to use his incivility, and expect me to continue to engage in civility as it relates to his incivility?
Mister President, there are some of us who are going to stand against your incivility. We have reached a point in our history where we have to harken back to that which got us to this point in our history.
I remember the 60s. I remember Dr. King. I remember The Movement. I remember what it took to get me in this House. I’m not here because I’m so smart. I’m not here because of brilliance or good looks. I’m here because people made great sacrifices.
And it was incivility. It was disruption. But they were prepared to suffer the consequences. We’re going to have to resort to the same tactics that we used in the 60s. But we did it for a worthy and noble cause. Calling the members of Congress “lunatics” was not noble, Mr. President. It was an ignoble–ignoble act of incivility.
But I remember how we marched and how we protested. And I’m prepared to do it again. If you treat me like you treated me in the 60s, I’m going to respond the way I responded in the 60s. It is time for us to use the same level of incivility that was used in the 60s for a noble cause: to save Medicaid, to protect Medicare, to prevent the demise of Social Security. It is time for us to take that stand!
Incivility emanating from the highest office in the land can not be tolerated and has to be negated.
You see, I picked up a very old 15″ MacBook Pro. Very Old like around a decade? I paid not more than $50. The battery officially “needs maintenance” but it is fine for web browsing or playing games while sitting on the sofa. Or it was, because Apple stopped supplying OS updates and then Google stopped supplying Chrome updates on the old MacOS and then Steam dropped support because it uses Chrome as an embedded browser. So, just slap Linux on there . . . but if we’re doing things in The Old Ways why not try FreeBSD?
FreeBSD was my first free Unix Operating System. I must have first used it in 1996? It is a great server OS, and made a fine desktop in the old days as well. Sometime in the aughts I transitioned to Ubuntu Linux, just because a more mainstream OS tends to have better support.
So, I busted out my old 4GB Cisco-branded USB key and tried it out. The crisp white fonts detailing the bootstrap felt comforting, probably from Old Days. The installer set up ZFS and added a user. From there I had to bust out a USB wifi dongle that had driver support. I worked my way through setting up nvidia drivers and X windows and KDE, and . . .
Once Plasma was running, it was easy enough to switch the display scaling to 150%. I was mostly home!
It was more effort just to get that far than I am used to with Linux. But, I enjoyed working my way through The Handbook like it was the late 90s all over again. That we watched an episode of “Babylon 5” while the system churned through a pile of Internet downloads really got that 90s vibe going. I couldn’t su. Then I recalled the wheel group, granted myself access, then installed sudo.
Alas, I got into trouble installing steam and google chrome because something was wrong with the Linux emulation required for both. And I had no clue how to get the internal wifi working. And the dongle was slow. Like 90s Internet. So, the next day, I busted out a 16GB Kingston USB device and brought kubuntu in. Quick work. ubuntu-drivers figured out how to activate the internal Broadcom wifi, though I had to manually sudo apt install nvidia-driver-470, but FreeBSD had given me the clue for that earlier:
So, you could say, the visit to FreeBSD had been worth the trip.
2025-02-07 Friday
Yesterday I set out to catch up on bills. First order of business was to wipe the old phone and put it in the return mailer to get some trade-in credit from Google. I then noticed that my personal workstation was lagging on keyboard input. I tried a reboot. It got stuck at boot and soon after, stuck at BIOS. Fearing the worst, I started removing components: video card, M.2 daughter card, RAM … not until I disconnected the 2TB SATA drive did the system show signs of health. That was my “mass storage” where I keep the Photographs and Video. I dropped by Best Buy and grabbed a 2TB M.2 card . . . because there are actually slots on the motherboard, then I began the process of pulling the backups down from rsync.net.
My troubleshooting was backwards, you might figure: why not disconnect the hard drives first? Well, in my work life, I encounter bum hard drives often enough, and normally what happens is the system boots, there’s a delay in mounting the failed device, and then boot completes with an error message. Not booting at all . . . I guess this is a difference, probably, between a server-class motherboard and the thing I have in my home workstation which has blinky lights on it to appeal to gamers.
Didn’t get through any bills. And I had a Letter of Recommendation to write — my first, which I apologetically delayed. This morning, I ran up to The Office for All Hands, which got postponed . . . doing Something New is always somewhat intimidating. I was tempted to ask an AI for guidance but I’m a Gruff Old Man from the previous century, so I googled up “letter of recommendation” and got a nice template to follow. Combining that with a little more research and a little bit of writing talent and a desire to Come Through for Someone I wrote up what I felt was a pretty decent Letter of Recommendation and I hope my grateful friend finds some success in their endeavor.
Yay me for personal growth. Yay friend if they get the position! (Or even if they don’t. Personal Growth all around.)
2025-02-21 Friday
This obsession with the immediate “unburdening” of a thing you created is common in non-Japanese contexts, but I posit: The Japanese way is the correct way. Be an adult. Own your garbage. Garbage responsibility is something we’ve long since abdicated not only to faceless cans on street corners (or just all over the street, as seems to be the case in Manhattan or Paris), but also faceless developing countries around the world. Our oceans teem with the waste from generations of averted eyes. And I believe the two — local pathologies and attendant global pathologies — are not not connected.
The modern condition consists of a constant self-infantilization, of any number of “non-adulting” activities. The main being, of course, plugging into a dopamine casino right before going to sleep and right upon waking up. At least a morning cigarette habit in 1976 gave one time to look at the world in front of one’s eyes (and a gentle nicotine buzz). Other non-adulting activities include relinquishment of general attention, concentration, and critical thinking capabilities. The desire for deus ex machina style political intercession that belies the complexities of real-world systems. Easy answers, easy solutions to problems of unfathomable scale. Scientific retardation because it “feels” good. Deliverance — deliverance! — now, with as little effort as possible.
The Modern People came here from across the sea. Where they come from, they had been punished for what they believe. They say this land has been promised to them by God, and that they and their children will settle themselves all across the fertile parts of the land.
But we live here, as our ancestors did. What of us?
The Modern People say we should sign The Treaty. We will leave the places where we live now, the lands our ancestors knew, and we will be given an area of less fertile land. The Modern People say that we can live in our own ways and make our own laws in our own new land. They say they will protect our right to live there, just as they protect their right to live in their new land. They say that they will look after us. We will have enough food. They will share their Modern Medicine. If our children wish, they may even learn the Modern ways themselves.
Our children and their children will have less than their ancestors had. They will lose the lands our ancestors knew. They will need to rely on the The Modern People who took away the land in the first place. They will need to trust these Modern People not to take more. And more. And more.
But our people will still be alive. We will still be us. What choice do we have? If we do not sign The Treaty, there will be War. A War we will not survive.
2024-05-22 Wednesday
Lt. ________,
I am contacting you on the advice of ________. I was voicing concern regarding a neighbor who, as an act of protest against the bike lane in front of his house at ________, deliberately blocks the bike lane with his waste bins. Pickup day is Tuesday, so starting on Monday night, he’ll place the bins in the middle of the bike lane.
I see no harm if someone wants to protest the system. In this case, one house is forcing cyclists to merge into traffic on a bus route approaching an elementary school. There’s plenty of danger. Often, when I pass his house, I pull his bins to the curb as a courtesy.
Yesterday, he came out of his house and started yelling at me not to touch his bins. I explained that blocking the lane was dangerous and that he could be sued for injury. He yelled insults and vowed to move the bins back to the middle of the lane.
I called Public Safety, but they seemed a bit confused. The desk officer said it is illegal to park a car in a bike lane, but bins? I suggested that deliberately obstructing a roadway and endangering public safety might be a situation that could be resolved by a calm discussion with a uniformed officer. I later learned that CVC 21211(b) covers this situation.
This afternoon, around 3 pm, I saw that he was using yard work as a rationale to place his yard waste bin in the middle of the bike lane. I respect his tenacity. However, if someone from Public Safety could convince him to facilitate a safe roadway, we would all be better off.
Thank you for hearing me out. I can be reached at ________ if you have any questions.
-danny
2025-01-27 Monday
May was a long time ago. I am amazed at people who have the tenacity to stick with the same hobby year after year, decade after decade. I tend to rotate around my interests. What is new becomes old, then gets set aside, and later becomes new again. The Blog is a thing like that. Is it new again? We will see.
My informal goal for the year is to get an ADU built in the back yard. I spoke with cotta.ge last May, and they suggested a good price that I don’t entirely believe, but it gave us a little confidence.
But it is also a huge project: financing, architect, general contractor! And while the ADU rules in Sunnyvale are permissive, they also prohibit short-term rentals, so the initial concept of a guest suite for relatives and others doesn’t work. Also, our lot is on the small side, so we would likely want an attached ADU. At that point, the project becomes one of adding some space to the house while also building an ADU: the ADU gives us more flexibility in expanding our house in exchange for providing a badly-needed housing unit! Back-of-the-envelope is the high rents around here should cover the high construction costs around here, so with any luck we could add a home office / guest room for family “for free” in exchange for becoming reasonable landlords to hopefully reasonable tenants.
I need to sustain the energy to measure and sketch something out and pick up a book on home improvements. I have a vision I just need to find some follow through.
Oh, here’s a test, by the way … I upgraded this blog’s OS and PHP so now I wonder if I can upload pictures without first reducing their size.
Maximum upload file size: 2 MB.
Buhhh, will need to work on that, yet!
. . .
Fix DNS on an Ubuntu VM that was originally built in 2016 … edit /etc/php/8.3/apache2/php.ini and finally systemctl restart systemd-resolved and …
Nobody reads my blog. And that’s okay. Nobody read my blog when I started back in 1996, either. For about a decade, blogs were a thing. Now they’re quiet again.
Now I am middle-aged, and life is full with family and work. There’s no time and need for a blog. But sometimes I feel the itch. I give it a scratch. Sometimes I look back on what I’ve written recently. It pleases me. That’s all we need.
An excellent headline. This shop is “just around the corner” from where I grew up, at least in Suburban terms. I went to a closer bike shop, though mainly I had access to an on-site mechanic I call Uncle John.
Ross found himself in the city because he fell in love with a Chicagoan and left his old life behind for her. Although she died two years ago, Ross can’t return to the Amish community he grew up in because he was shunned for choosing to marry her, he said.
“I was so blessed to have her in my life,” Ross said. “Even knowing how things turned out, I’d still make the same choices a thousand times over because I had never experienced love like that before. But, it’s challenging to live here without her to protect me. … I miss her constantly.”
Ross has remained committed to his faith and still follows many of the Amish traditions he grew up with. His wife helped him learn to use a phone and navigate public transportation, but she “respected that [he’d] always be Amish,” Ross said.
The couple’s strong bond “developed naturally,” and they easily found ways to co-exist, Ross said. For example, Ross won’t take any photos that show his face, but he got pretty good at snapping pictures of his wife. When Ross proposed, he gave her a ring as she expected. But instead of wearing one himself, he honored Amish traditions by growing out his beard.
Fixing electric bikes helps Ross “keep his mind off things,” he said. He also finds a lot of joy in caring for his dog, Lucy, who he brings everywhere with him.
“I just keep to myself and let others deal with people,” Ross said. “My favorite part of my work is designing a concept, then bringing it off the page into reality, and seeing how happy and surprised the customer looks when they pick it up.”
Relatable guy.
2024-04-08 Monday
2024-04-09 Tuesday
Sometimes your local Planning Commission is a forum for personal frustrations. We call this Democracy.
2024-04-12 Friday
Some people’s best angles are behind them.
2024-04-12 Friday
I was walking to the train station but it rolled up early. The gates came down and the train rolled into the station. A few young women went around the down gates to make their train. I wanted to Follow The Rules and wait for the gate, but experience has taught me that Caltrain can not be trusted to wait. I looked both ways and joined the crowd rushing to board the train. We got up the steps and the train was rolling ten seconds after the scheduled departure time. I have read that in Switzerland the trains depart at 59 seconds after. (I can not verify this information … Swiss trains appear to depart at the top of the minute.) I found an article that in New York, trains unofficially depart one minute after the official time. But I learn Caltrain doesn’t treat the timetable as a schedule and that passengers are recommended to arrive ten minutes before the posted time because trains will totally leave early. (A coworker shared a story of missing an 11pm train that had left early. Ouch!)
Then there was a 35-minute delay at California because of a “trespasser” incident. Someone had died on the tracks. Probably a suicide but I was upset that the railroad’s practices induce reckless behavior. Had I waited for the gate to raise, I would have missed my train, and had to wait 45 minutes for the next train, which was itself delayed another 20 minutes.
My train home departed 30 seconds before the timetable. In Japan, this would warrant an apology. But with Caltrain, passengers could have just waited around for another twenty-ish minutes for the next train. After all, it is rush hour! The train “ran hot” down to Mountain View, where the conductor explained that you could get off the train to catch the express to San Jose, because as early as our train was, it was going to have to wait at Lawrence for the express to pass.
So … why?
After the stress of running across the tracks in the morning, because the railroad doesn’t care about the passengers and then catching sight of someone’s Last Day, I needed to take a walk. I did spy a diesel train pulling an electric trainset up the tracks. The progress made me happy. We’ll soon be running Swiss trains. Maybe we can run on Swiss schedules.
2024-04-13 Saturday
The taxes are done now, which is important because we are having a nice overnight trip with the in-laws on Sunday.
Thursday was nice. Older kid graduated across the Arrow of Light into Scouts BSA. What we called “Boy Scouts” in my day but now that girls can join “BSA” is like “YMCA.” I’ve volunteered with the Cub Scouts so I went down to the Scout Shop and picked up a tan shirt and patches to wear at the ceremony. Baby Adult Leader. The guy at the shop said if I volunteer with Cub Scouts and BSA I can get velcro from the craft store to facilitate swapping-of-patches without having to buy two shirts.
I googled and found lunch at the nearby Uncle John’s, which is a pancake shop in this hip San Jose neighborhood. I ate and walked across the street and visited the Bike Store, called Upshift, formerly La Dolce Vella. They had Bianchis out front but I was curious to “ask about bikepacking” and so I did and the deal is you roll up with a sleeping bag and $100 and they’ll roll out to the State Park in a group and spend the night and feed everyone. I need to get on that.
On my way out through the gorgeous mansions adjacent to the hip shopping district I saw what I thought was an Estate Sale but turns out it was a rummage sale for the local Neighborhood Preservation association. If you weren’t a registered NIMBY it was $5 admission. I had somewhere to be anyway so I left peacefully.
We had Pho for dinner, because it was across from the Auditorium, and because we love us some Pho. My belly is still full from drinking the broth. Elder Son walked across the bridge, and the guys from his new troop adorned him with a fancy new bi-color kerchief. It’s weekly meetings from here on out, but led by the boys, and I have some Tigers to lead. Life is good.
2024-03-13 Wednesday
Last night on the TV, a “man on the street” Trump supporter explained that yeah he would love for Trump to be a dictator for four years. I had to pause the video and rant. “That’s not how dictators work, dumbass!”
I think the majority of Americans still figure Democracy is good and worth keeping but this is going to be a year that tests our faith.
2024-03-14 Thursday
Pi Day. Yesterday, in “Ministry for the Future,” a Science Fiction novel about Climate Change, I got to the chapter where they saw the first anthropogenic YoY drop in Carbon Emissions. They achieve sequestration at 475 ppm. What’s that from where I sit? I looked it up. We’re at 420 ppm, going up about 5 ppm per year. At a constant rate, that is … eleven years from now? 2035? Maybe if emissions start to slow, but they seem to be picking up. (The book notes a decade of levelling, so 2045.) What I saw yesterday was that we’re at 1.6 degrees C, or about 80% to the 2.0 C threshold where we become more likely to hit tipping points that lead to an irreversible transition towards a jungle planet. An uninhabitable zone around the equator, and a truly massive extinction that takes a few million years to recover from.
And the refugees! There are so many already and we’re trying to keep them “under the rug” but the number will only grow.
I live in one of those cool bubbles where … we are trying. I saw that near 40% of new vehicles sold in the San Jose metro are EVs or at least plug-in hybrids. That’s something. Incentives to electrify your house. There are trends around the world that may cause the tide to flip. But will it happen in time?
Last century had the Pandemic at year 18. By year 45, they had concluded The Ultimate Battle Between Good and Evil. Their First Battle started in year 14, and that’s when Putin took Crimea. If the Ukraine Invasion counts as the start of our Ultimate Battle … 2028? This century has been gentler than the last, so far. So far.
In year 45, I’ll be an Old Man, if I am still around. I hope to be. I hope along the way to be a force for good. It is my Sons I worry about. They’re growing into Interesting Times and I hope The Ancestors can guide and comfort.
We have been watching “The Bear” which is, imho, incoherent and overrated, but the scenes are spliced together with L trains and skyscrapers. I get a nostalgia for the Old Country. RJ says that people from Chicago who settle elsewhere always feel an instinct to return. The instinct is not found in suburbanites or people from downstate. The instinct is for the children of the city. I count myself among them. I feel the pull. But I’ve also settled in California. Married. Bought a house. Once I suggested we look at a house in Chicago, just to see. My son was not having it. “I don’t want to switch schools,” he said. Fair enough. I am a Californian. There’s a sense of The Future here. The air and the politics tend to be clean, and there’s little crime in my suburb. But not much character, either. The sprawl has a monotonous consistency that reflects the weather.
But today it is raining, so anything is possible.
2024-02-02 Fr:
There’s a sense that educated, middle-aged people who buy houses and raise families in the suburbs should naturally become more conservative and vote Republican. The bread and butter of the GOP. But it turns out all us would be Republicans like stuff like healthcare, racial diversity and bodily autonomy, so there’s a bunch of missing Republicans, more Atheists, fewer white people, and now pop stars are corrupting our football heroes!? If this keeps up the only people left who can be relied upon to vote Republican will be racist basement trolls, evangelical Christians, and crypto Libertarians.
This demographic is the bread and butter of any fascist movement. Donald understands this on an intuitive level and he lacks the capacity for shame. He will take this group as far as he can. The adoration of a culture’s worst people is one hell of a drug.
2024-02-05 Mo:
It has been rainy and windy. Yesterday, our power went out. On a tip from a neighbor, I walked down to where the line had failed. It was easy to spot, thanks to the fire engine and the tape. There was a burning smell in the air and a spot in the park strip that was smoldering at the end of what had at some point been a live wire. I stood nearby with a couple of other onlookers and we caught video clips as the man in the bucket was lifted into the air, then carefully trimmed back the remaining pieces of the broken wire.
I correctly deduced that, because there were a lot of power outages, this crew was just a first responder, clearing away the danger, and another crew would come out for repairs when they could. I got home, dug out the flashlights, and as the evening came on, we went downtown for dinner. The street where the line had fallen was open, and I pointed out the missing wire. On the way back, the street was again closed and we saw two bucket trucks and two light trucks getting ready for action. The lights were on a couple of hours later.
2024-02-06 Tu:
At first they were just itchy spots. We could feel them here and there, with greater frequency. Too small to see. But before long I could see flocks of the buggers scurrying across the floor. There was nothing we could do to get rid of them, we knew. There would just only ever be more of them. I found a fly in my drink. I tried to ignore it, knowing the futility, that little grubs were surely suffused throughout the glass, like so much microplastic. When I decided to try and fish it out, it had become two flies, thrice the size, just floating contentedly on the surface, confident in their inevitable triumph.
When I awoke, I figured the dream was about cancer. I feel a tender spot beneath my eye, and I choose to believe that I recently got bumped in the face at some point I don’t remember. Stray elbows in the night.
2024-02-14 We:
I noticed this mild-looking guy had a large, black tattoo shaped like Texas on his forehead. Then I remembered it was Ash Wednesday.
2024-02-23 Fr:
Q: Anything else you would like to tell us about the check-in process for flight number 1093 from DEN to SFO departed on 02-22-2024?
A: I got hit with the “carry on bag fee” which I have avoided on previous flights. Since enforcement is lax, opting in to the fee is pointless, and when you do have to pay you just feel like Frontier Airlines is overall this weird gamble for people who are trying to save money but maybe have to occasionally and randomly cough up an extra $200 because they wanted to read a book on the plane, and because their kid’s plastic carryall is an inch larger than the sizer. It feels like some weird immigration checkpoint designed to remind people who don’t have a lot of money that they will always be subject to random cruel indignities.
To be sure, this reminder is probably appropriate given our xenophobic tendencies and flirtation with fascism.
Q: Anything else you would like to tell us about your experience at the gate at the DEN airport on 02-22-2024?
A: Oh shit this is not about the carry-on fee but the actual check-in. I travel with my kids, and every time I check in, we are seated apart, then the gate agent has to go and fix the seat assignments. You don’t make any money on this: you are wasting labor. Program the damn computer to “randomly” seat children with their parents and you’ll be a more efficient and profitable airline.
The article “Teenagers’ accidents expose e-bike risks” published on July 30 is a master class in victim blaming. We are provided several examples of someone riding an e-bike who is then injured or killed when being forced to mix with motorized traffic.
The problem isn’t e-bikes, the problem is that we have chosen not to provide safe routes for people to get around on bicycles. E-bikes magnify this failure by making it easier for more people to ride.
E-bikes can also lead to the fix: as more people ride bicycles, there will be more pressure to build safe routes for people to get around on bikes. More bicycles means fewer cars on the road, reduced Carbon emissions, and less road congestion.
We need to stop blaming our children for our failures and get to work.
I wait in the lobby, sprawled on a bench. At one point there’s more of a crowd. I sit up and set the carrier on the floor.
I wait. And I wait. Staff have called in sick, but the triage nurse is on top of things.
I watch the parade. A family comes in with a dog. The dog is in trouble. They go back right away.
I wait. And I wait. Another family comes in with another dog. This dog is in trouble. They go back right away.
I wait, and I watch the families return, one by one, teary eyes. No dog.
I wait. The front desk quietly chatter about clients selecting urns.
I wait. The front desk staff leave.
It is 2am. I see the Doctor. We run through The History together. I am not very good answering questions. My middle aged mind doesn’t run full tilt at 2am. The bulb on the cat’s nose that is filled with puss, one can squeeze like a zit. “Your cat is not very happy with me now.” Fair enough. A prescription for something that can stimulate appetite. Wear gloves and rub it in the ear. Alright.
We get home. The cat is hungry. I feed her. I may not need to rub medicine in her ears.
