Archive for June, 2006

The Natural Habitats of Gavin

The Gavin has adapted readily to many different habitats. While many believe (falsely) the Gavin only thrives in front of expensive computer equipment, evidence suggests that he is also capable of participating in the kitchen.

The particular Gavin I have been observing (and interacting with) has also taken up frequenting “the Chair” (not “mine” or “ours” simply “THE”).
Said Gavin has also taken up the exciting sport of riding stationary recumbent bicycles. Ours arrived today, was promptly assembled when the Gavin arrived home from work, and once assembled (even before dinner) tested it out by spinning a mile in about three minutes. I’m curious to know how it determines what a mile is.

Conversations on Dune

I finally finished reading Dune. I was a little confused, but around page 50 or so I had the following conversation with Nick and the book made a lot more sense.

Kindli: can you tell me in 100 words or less why Dune is a good book? and in another 100 words or so, what the hell it is about? i’ve asked gavin, he just said to “keep reading, it’ll get better”

Nick: It’s an science fiction story set in a world with a convincing, original, interesting ecology. The politics, while not tremendously original, are well-done, and the characters are at least tolerable. The author had some very good ideas and executed them well. The whole thing gets better once Paul actually gets out among the Fremen.

Kindli i was hoping for more of a plot over view

Nick That’s why it’s the short version. And why it’s a good science fiction novel - because it takes one of the normal novel themes and writes it into the future.

Kindli i’m lost, and i dont see why it matters who paul is, or who his mother is, or what powers she may/may not have

Nick Paul’s the heir to one of the major noble houses of a multi-planet empire. The Atredies (Paul’s family) are powerful and are looking to become more powerful. Near the start of the book, his father scores a coup of sorts. He manages to seize control of Dune from the Harkonnens. Dune’s important because it’s the only source of Spice which, among other things, allows for cheap space travel. The Atredies are betrayed, and we find out that the whole thing was a set-up - the Emperor saw Paul’s father as a threat to his power, and conspired with the Harkonnen to destroy him. Paul and his mother survive, flee into the desert, and find a home with the nomadic Fremen.

Kindli what so special about her? they seemed to make a big deal out of her for some reason

Nick Paul’s mother’s important because she’s a Bene Gesserit. The Bene Gesserit are an order of women who have, through mental discipline and the Spice, developed a number of interesting powers. They also have a massive human breeding program set up to attempt to produce a superhuman who can see the future. Jessica Atredies, a Bene Gesserit, throws off their plans by bearing a son - Paul - instead of a daughter.

Kindli so what? i’m failing to see the importance, if anything they sound like a bunch of wackos

Nick They’re not wackos because they get results… power crazed wackos. Now, Paul’s been trained by his father’s men as a “mentat” - a human computer. When he and his mother join the Fremen, they drink the “water of life” - a derivative of the spice - and gain funky powers.

Kindli doesnt paul already have funky powers?

Nick MORE funky powers. Basically, he becomes what the Bene Gesserit have been trying to create. Then he decides he doesn’t like the future he sees, so he starts trying to change it. The whole series winds up being about free will VS predestination, but it gets pretty weird.

I still don’t think the book was quite as great as Gavin said it was, I’d say it was OK.

iSight Panda & Bear

Gavin helped me set up the iSight so I could chat with Leslie. First I had to find all the little bits and pieces and cord to do it… that was fun, they were all over the office and I wasn’t quite sure what to look for in spite of Gavin’s excellent directions/description “little white things.”


It was great fun to see Leslie in the corner of my display. After Leslie and I talked for awhile, Bear and Panda said their hellos and waved (and were waved) vigorously.

Bear and Panda are quite good friends and hope to be able to visit again soon. They last visited in November/December 2005 in Munchen when I visited Leslie.

Above picture: Panda and Bear in Leslie’s little apartment in Munchen November/December 2004.

Waffles & World Cup

Today we had World Cup & Waffles.

Andy came over and we watched the England - Ecuador game. England won, only because Beckham managed to make a penalty kick. It was a little depressing, we’d hoped that Ecuador would win, they played better than England and were far more exciting to watch.

We had waffles while we watched the World Cup. The festivities took place in the Office on our big huge Ikea table. Great fun.
More pictures can be seen at my Yahoo Photos!

Stranger in Dune Apple Cake


I finished reading Stranger in a Strange Land and have started on Dune mostly because Gavin was quite insistent that I stop reading “meh” books.

I didn’t think Stranger in a Strange Land was a “meh” book, I just found it a little confusing, and more theological/philosophical than sci-fi, it just happened to include a Man from Mars, be set in the Future, and have the trappings of a plot.

So far I am finding Dune to be confusing. I’m just past page 50 or there about and I’m not entirely sure what’s going on. I asked Gavin to help clarify things and he simply (rather unhelpfully) replied “Keep reading, it’ll make sense.” He also warned me not to tell him (or Nick –the guy who was his best man) that so far I have found Dune to be rather “meh.”

I bought some apples the other day (God only knows why), and they were looking rather lonely in the fridge, so for dessert this evening I made

Germany 2, Sweden NOTHING, time for Lunch

The weather was making the digital TV skippy, but we never anticipated that… then three or so minutes into the game, Germany scored the first goal, and then everything froze up. Panic and irritation.

The computer was quickly restarted and we got it back working again.

Who are we rooting for? Germany! We decided it would be safer for Sweden if Germany won, after all, as Gavin pointed out, wars have been started over less, and angry drunken crowds of German soccer fans are a rather rambunctious.

And again at 11 minutes, Germany scored. I’m glad we’re not in Munchen today, we could probably get drunk off the beer fumes, and deaf from the cheers.

These games bring back the happy memories of the 1998 World Cup games where my sister and I would sit on Oma’s sofa cheering for which ever team score the first goal (unless the opposing team scored more). It was great fun to watch with Oma, she would get very excited if the Dutch or German teams were playing. I was fond of the French and Brazilian teams, or rather, their fans… World Cup Soccer tends to bring out the fan’s unique sides.

Now Gavin and I are lounged on the day bed in the office with our eyes fixated on the impressive flat screen display. It skips every now and then, but picture is amazingly clear… except for when the local Boston station feels the need to put up their stupid banner and taking our pretty images out of HD, especially during the replay of an almost-goal by the Germans! We don’t care about “Phil of the Future” we like the pretty HD.

I feel sorry for Isaksson (sp?) the goalie for the Swedes. He’s taking a beating, he’s jumped, spun, twisted, fallen, and had his own teammates DUCK so they wouldn’t be hit by the ball –when it was being propelled forcefully towards the goal!

At 42:12 the computer weirded out again, fortunately we got it back before the end of the 45 minutes with out, and we didn’t miss anything. And at around 52:43 the Swedes had a penalty kick. The German fans were quite upset (lots of whistling), but when Larson launched a penalty kick over the goalie into the crowd, the Germans were enthused, the Swedish fans were more than a little upset.

And at 90:00 and 2:56 German has officially defeated Sweden. Had it not been for the Swedish goalie, it would’ve been closer to 9-0 insread of 2-0. How happy. Lunchtime.

B249

After lunch, I took the 87 Bus down to Davis Square. That was accidental, I shoud’ve gotten off at Elm & Cutter St. Mistakes aside, I eventually found the Social Security Office.

A sign hanging over a computer welcomed you to the Social Security Office, the computer demanded you press “0” - if you had an appointment, “1” - if you had lost your card and needed a replacement, or “2” - if you needed a new card for some other reason… More signs through out the office said “take a number, take seat, we will be with you as soon as possible” (when the next ice age hits).

The “waiting area” was filled with squeaky uncomfortable ugly gray plastic chairs, and a quiet grumbling of discontent people filled the room. There were quite a few discontent people there, many claimed they “had appointments” and then were forced to “take a number” and wait with the unappointed rabble. More than once, an annoyed individual would take their complaint to the window, where they would be asked “Did you take a number?” They would return to their seat defeated and even more annoyed.

Although there were three women behind the counter there were only two processing people. “A” was for those who had pressed “1”, “B” was for those who pressed “2”. Occasionally poorly dressed assistants would call someone’s name and they would be taken into the back room.

You would think “Take a number stand in line” “People with appointments will be helped first” “A” and “B” and “1” and “2” would be straightforward. Not in this context. A167 went to A185 in the same hour and a half+ it took B243 to get to B249. This annoyed people. The annoyance was compounded by the “rude” woman who appeared to be doing nothing at the third window, and the hassled looking woman under the “reception” sign. The sign says “reception,” people are accustomed to going to the RECEPTION to get numbers and questions answered.

Adding to the ambiance of the place was a very round very tattooed police officer who would stroll/waddle around the waiting area looking very important if the mummerings happened to crescendo. They frequently did, especially after they had been waiting for an hour, or longer.

It was a very international scene: two well padded women with thick northern-european accents sat and talked with an elderly woman about beaurocracy. A group of traditionally dressed Indian women added color, several nerdy asian men compared things on PalmPilots. I think I was the only white female in my early twenties in the entire group, the only other person anywhere near that demographic was a guy with multiple tattoos and a 6 month old girl in a snugly pack. Everyone else was either a minority, over 50, or both.

After my hour and a half+ wait, my number “B249” was finally called.
“I’m here to change my last name, I got married last month,” I explained.
“I need a copy of your marriage license and a photo ID,” the little woman snapped.
I handed her the documents.
Five minutes later she said “I need you to double check the information and sign with your new name here and date it here,” she drew Xs by “name” and “date.” “Your new card will be in the mail in about 10 business days.”

For $1.90 in busfare and two hours of my life, I got a new last name. That was anticlimactic.

All Tied Up

I just finished reading Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. The book has now moved to my continually growing List of Books I am Never Going to Read Again, although it is not quite as high up as Little Women.

Now I am well into Tied in Knots, Funny Stories from the Wedding Day. I read a good deal of these antidotal tales on the internet while I was planning my own wedding, and still find them amusing/find it disturbing how well I can relate to some of them.

The more of these stories I read, the more I come to realize how well our wedding turned out. I wasn’t a Bidezilla (at least I don’t think I was), my my MOH and guests were helpful and reasonable. Nothing went too seriously wrong. The very faux flowers looked very beautiful (and very not faux in the photos), the arch didn’t blow over on top of us, and we ended up married. What more could we ask for?

v. read, (rd) read·ing, reads

read v. read, (rd) read·ing, reads
To examine and grasp the meaning of (written or printed characters, words, or sentences).

For those of you who actively follow our blog, and have checked out our Library at LibraryThing.com, I have decided to bring you occasional posts about what we’re reading.

Gavin is reading: Executive Orders by Tom Clancy. Before that, Gavin was reading Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal, by Christopher Moore, but he put it down about four pages from the end because it “started to drag.”

Kindli just finished reading Please note Gavin has only read Cryptonomicon once, and Kindli never plans to read it ever again. Kindli would like to use it as a coaster, or a frizbee. She has not yet told Gavin this… but she doubts he would object too strongly.

Next Kindli is going to read Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom by Cory Doctorow.

Masterpiece Theater in HDTV

Yesterday’s plans to go to Higgin’s Faire were canceled once we realized how far it would be to drive… about two hours each way… so Jenny and I have decided to have a “Girls Day Out,” we met up at 11 am at the Cambridge side Galleria.

We went to nearly every store and played Pogs at KBToys. I hadn’t seen Pogs since I was in elementary school, I was hoping they’d stay that way. I also spotted some Trolls, and what Jenny referred to as “radioactive care bears” (they glow). We also fondly remembered out My Little Ponies, and wondered why they’re bringing back all the 80/90s toys. Is our generation getting nostalgic and feeling the need to buy similar toys for the children? Let them play with something new, don’t try and force your childhood upon them!

Today, Gavin and I went back because I had forgotten to bring the things to return with me on Saturday. It happens. After returning the stuff, Gavin and I went to the Apple Store… why? Because we could. There Gavin managed to embarrass one of the sales guys by explaining that the hard drive needed to be partitioned into three sections so that the different systems could have files transferred between them –I was rather lost, and the sales guy looked rather crushed.

The sales guy redeemed himself by fining us a USB2 Hub and helping Gavin decide that he wanted the little thing that lets us watch HDTV on the computer.

After lunch we went on to Target where we spent under 20 minutes (we didn’t want to have to wait another HOUR to catch the bus home) and got some poster frames… although we’re going to have to keep looking, we’ve got some rather odd-shaped posters.

When we got home, Gavin plugged in the little box… it’s about an inch thick and two inches by three inches, then we found World Cup Soccer and Gavin danced around the office at the “prettiness” of the HD image. We have 17 stations, several of them PBS, and they all come in crystal clear beautiful HD, even the commercials look beautiful, so we watched France and Korea tie 1-1.

We had a good deal of fun rewinding, pausing, fast-forwarding and muting it, it has a little remote control and everything. We can now watch Masterpiece Theater in HD. Hahahaha!