Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.

So, I've previously written about the stress and despair I felt due to my job and car troubles. This is the flipside, and where there are slight troubles, they are the troubles anybody would wish to have.

I've already written about the car. Yesterday I mailed in my first-ever car loan payment. Maybe 15 minutes later, I left the house to run an errand, and cut a corner too sharply, scuffing one of my rims against the curb. It's a blemish nobody but me will ever notice, but was frustrating all the same, considering it's not fixable, realistically. Put the two events together, and I conclude the car's really mine now.

       

The Jobsearch:
A little over a month ago, on the day before Thanksgiving, I went on a job interview. I thought the interview went well, and at the end, the people I interviewed with (the co-founders of the company) explained that they weren't looking to hire immediately, but maybe sometime in January or February. I liked the company and what I'd be doing, and wanted this job.

Hearing nothing back from Company A, I continued searching, and landed another interview. This interview took place this past Thursday (Dec. 21). The job was slightly less apealing, farther away and would impose NJ Garden State Parkway traffic on me, but was still acceptable, and I thought I may have a shot at this position. I've not heard back from Company B, but it's only been 2 days and they said they'd probably call me back after New Year's, so it's still a possibility.

Yesterday, around 1:00pm, Company A called me back, and asked if I could come back to meet with them again, this Thursday. Company A being my first choice, I of course said yes, and scheduled a meeting.

I'm not a schmoozer, and feel very self-conscious when trying to 'sell' myself. So when I try to network and tell people I'm looking for a new job, here's my resume, please pass it on, etc..., I feel very uneasy. However, about a month ago I began doing that whenever and wherever possible.

Last night, some of my awkward and uncomfortable networking paid off. Around 8PM I received 2 emails, one from an acquaintance I'd networked with, telling me of an opening at Metrowest, a United Jewish Federation office fairly close to my home, and the other from the CIO at the Jewish Federation, telling me of the same position. I immediately replied to the CIO and attached my resume, and via a couple of more emails, arranged an interview for this Tuesday.

To sum up, I've got a call back on Thursday for Company A, my previous first choice. I've got an interview lined up for Company C, potentially a new first choice. And I may or may not get a call back from Company B, an interesting, and not much down the list, second choice.

My trouble now is trying to decide which job I prefer, assuming I get to pick and choose. I should always suffer such choices!

Essence of Parenthood

My son Nate will be 6 years old a month from today. He's very interested in Superheroes, among other things.

For the last two weeks or so, Nate has been very hard at work, drawing sketches of superheroes in a large sketchpad. When Nate gets home in the afternoons or evenings, he goes to work on the sketchpad. In the mornings before school he spends time drawing between getting dressed and eating breakfast. On the weekends he likes to draw in the sketchpad. He confided in me that he wanted to present the finished project to Jessica for her birthday, and was upset when he hadn't finished it by her birthday this past Monday. We decided to celebrate the birthday on Friday so he could spend the rest of the week finishing everything.

He's using colored markers, and working every free moment on this project. The sketchpad is about the height and width of a typical newspaper (when folded in half with the fold running horizontal) - maybe a little larger than 1x1.5 feet. There is one superhero to a page. There is a page with Batman, against a dark, nighttime background. The page with The Flash shows him on a highway fading into the distance. Aquaman is drawn underwater. Etc.... Under each drawing, Nate has written the name of the superhero. Usually he can do this on his own, but occasionally he has asked Jess or I for help with the spellings.

The work is amazing. The drawings are better than I could ever do, and anyone that knows the superheroes could probably identify each character without having to ask who the character is.

I was so proud of the work that last weekend I set up a blog for Nate, and intended to scan the drawings in and put them on his blog so others could see the work. When I told Nate about this, he said he didn't want me to scan the works in and put them on the computer, because he didn't think they were good enough. This was very disappointing to me, as I wanted to show the drawings off, but I honored his request. I planned on scanning the drawings in to the PC anyway, in case Nate ever changed his mind, but had no intentions to put the drawings online. I didn't get around to it.

Then, Monday night he went with Jessica to Shoprite, and brought the sketchpad with him. The pad hasn't been seen since. We think it was left at the Shoprite, but we called there today and it hasn't been found. This evening I drove around the Shoprite parking lot to see if I'd see any trace of the sketchpad on the ground there.

After all the work Nate put in to this, and having seen what a good job he did, I feel horrible that the whole thing's lost. I can't believe how much I wish I could fix this for him.

When I was 3 years old, I left my favorite toy firetruck in a department store. I think it was called Gus Mayer. I never forgot about that, and this reminds me of that episode. I wonder if my parents still remember that, or if they felt the same way then that I do tonight.

Is lighting up the season harmful to our National Interests?

After work last night I drove through a neighborhood that was very much in the festive holiday spirit. Many homes had elaborate and colorful Christmas lights set up, and I enjoyed looking at all the lights as I made my way to a friend's house for dinner.

While enjoying the scenery, though, a downer of a thought came to me. How do all of the light displays erected in the USA every winter affect our energy use? I frequently leave PCs running in my home 24/7, and it's noticeable in my electric bill each month. In fact, I moved my home webserver from an Athlon-powered desktop PC to an old Pentium-2 laptop specifically to lower my electricity use.

Do Christmas light displays have any significant impact on our country's energy consumption? Does the happiness generated by the displays offset the cost, on a national level? Do Al & Tipper run a Christmas Light show?

Maybe an enterprising entrepreneur ought to come up with some sort of small scale solar power system that could bank enough juice during the day to power simple christmas lights through an entire night. The device could plug in to the home electricty for supplemental power when it couldn't sustain the load itself. If feasible and under $50, I think that might be an excellent product.

Beads For Bush

I think this is a marvelous idea!

You probably have a little too much stuff cluttering your home/office/car/life. New Orleans has not quite enough stuff comprising levee protection.

For the sake of the people, the food, the culture, the music, Mardi Gras, Jazzfest, Sugar Bowl, French Quarter Fest, and on and on and on...., New Orleans must be protected.

Some clever folks over here had a terrific idea. Let's toss some beads over to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, with a nice note asking Good Ol' GW to show a little love for the Big Easy.

So go find your beads and get with the program!

Google Analytics is N E A T NEAT!!!

 I honestly don't know what to do with 99% of the options available to me, but Google Analytics is very neat. It showed me, today, that my blog was requested by somebody (I suppose it could have been a program doing it as well) in Wuxi, China.

I've never even heard of Wuxi, China.

How cool is that?

I'll have to research Wuxi now, just to see what it's like.

https://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/ch.html

Got my camera back today!

A couple of months ago I saw some new, Panasonic Oxyride batteries in Shoprite. The packaging boasted that these batteries lasted much longer than traditional alkalines in high-drain devices, specifically digital cameras. I decided I'd give them a shot and see if I noticed any difference.

Turns out, the batteries killed our Olympus digital camera. After inserting the Oxyride batteries, the camera instantly drained any batteries, of any type, inserted into the camera.

After receiving an unhelpful reply from Olympus tech support/customer service, I emailed Panasonic, explaining that their batteries had killed my camera and I wasn't happy about it. Panasonic sent me a non-canned reply, clearly and professionally explaining that the Oxyride batteries were incompatible with my camera, and even indicating the exact page number in the Olympus owner's manual that stated not to use batteries of that type.

So, feeling like a dolt, I spent a couple of nights pricing replacement cameras, and in the end decided to just send my camera back to Olympus for repair. The camera was delivered back today. I give the Olympus repair service these grades:
Courtesy: B+
General 'having-their-act-togetherness': C
Speed/efficiency: A
Quality of work performed: A
Communication: C+
Price: C

Overall: B

And, in honor of getting the camera back, I have a few pictures to share. The pictures aren't all award winners - by the time I could take some shots it was dark outside, and Max isn't a great photo subject - he wants to walk right up to me before I can take pictures of him. I'll post other, better pictures, once I have them.

Maren - in the 'cool' outfit Nate put on her this evening while I ate dinner:















Nate - in the same 'cool' outfit, after seeing how cute I thought Maren was:















Max - contemplating a jump:


And, finally, a few not very good pictures of my NEW CAR! Yes, that's right, a 2004 Mazda 6s:

Max Freedom

Our new kitten, Max, is in heat right now. We've been waiting almost a month for his scheduled appointment to be "fixed". (Appointment is scheduled for this Friday.)

I can't help but notice, though, that it's considered unacceptable for ME to pee anywhere I feel like, when I'm hot & bothered.

More bits and pieces floating in my muddled mind.

Environmental turmoil. (That sounds like it would be a good Warren Zevon song title.)

This morning I woke up and went to my car to go to work. Outside temperature? About 68° Farenheit. I arrived at the client office I needed to visit this morning. The client was experiencing HVAC problems. Inside temperature ? I don't know, but it had to be below 60°. I, and everybody else in the office, was absolutely freezing. I went to my car and got my jacket on, and was still very cold.

Around 12:30 or 1:00pm I left the client and returned to my office. First stop, the cafeteria. Leaving the cafe with my lunch, I notice the cafe's background music - Sister Christian, by Night Ranger. Stepping through the cafe doors, into the hallway of the office building proper, I then hear the office building's Muzak - I don't recall the exact song, but it was something in the same vein as, but slightly schmaltzier than, Do You Know The Way To San Jose. Talk about a segue!

Continuing my walk, I see a man talking to the guard at the front desk. The man looks like Donald Rumsfeld. A second later I see a Rich Hall lookalike entering the building.

I think I need sleep, badly. My senses are out of control here.

One other item I forgot to mention in my previous post - The Odyssey². This old videogame gets little loving from most folks, myself included. From all I've been able to gather through years of videogame collecting and online reading, while the O² was a pretty mediocre machine in many respects, in most people's opinions (again, myself included), it wasn't for lack of heart. The few fans of the system (one big fan, and a nice guy to boot, is online here) do think highly of it, and apparently the creators and designers that brought the system into being weren't slacking off, and did in fact put forth a valiant effort. Nevertheless, the system wasn't much of a competitor to the Atari VCS, Intellivision, etc... But this is all just background information.

During high school I was friends with a guy named Alex. He knew I was into videogame collecting, and when he moved across the country at the end of high school in 1986, he found his old Odyssey² system while packing up, and gave it to me. I was happy to add it to my collection, but was so uninterested in actually using the system I never bothered to hook it up and test it out.

A few weeks ago something made me think of the old game K.C. Munchkin. I'd never read anything but good things about the game, and thought it would be worthwhile to get the game, hook up the O², and play it with Nate. I visited my friend Joe at his store, Digital Press, and bought the game (in the original box, no less!) for about $4, I think. I went home, hooked up the system, and only then learned the O² controllers didn't work.

Now, this was disappointing, but was also an opportunity to make a run to Radio Shack (blechh!) and get the very-cool new, instant-on / instant-off, cool to the touch, soldering iron they sell. I purchased the soldering iron, some D-Shell connectors, and a couple of other odds and ends, and went home to add standard Atari style connectors on the O² so i could hook up trusty CX40s to the unit. I got as far as disassembling the system, before life took over and I haven't returned to the project since.

Sooner or later I'll get the project finished, and learn how fun K.C. Munchkin truly is.