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I've been digging through the archives stored in the great computers filling the not-so-hallowed halls of Mayhem finding old-ish pics of me to post on Facebook. You know, content-light meme-like prattle so popular among the hordes and such. Some denizens of the upright, hoary and stodgy Livejournal also partake, and, well, I find it easy to crosspost the same visuals with text appropriate for each venue.



Here I am with my wonderful dog Patches playing around in my living room around September of 2000. I really miss Patches, she was the most awesome companion for Mom and I, and she really understood me. There were days I was out of sorts, or things weren't going well, or I was sad or troubled. Patches was always there and knew how to make the day a bit easier to take. On good days, she would only add to the happiness in her own unique way. Every coming home from work was a tail-wagging, happy-barking love fest. So much unconditional love, but a sadly limited time to revel in it. She was a rescue, and she entered my life at 2 years old. She adjusted quickly and was a true family member. "Pet" almost seems condescending. She lived a happy 12 years with us, but the mere dozen years were far too short. Dogs are capable of such unconditional love and devotion, but it's so fleeting. It only means that every day needs to matter. Never deny your pet the love he or she so willingly gives. There will inevitably come a day when your companion is no longer with you, and, trust me, you lose a piece of your heart when they are gone. I get quite wistful every time I see a Dalmatian. I thought the effect would dim over time, and in the approximate ten years she's been gone, it's still a strong tug of the heartstrings. Even writing this entry, as run-on as it's become, had me reaching for the tissue on my desk.

No question

Mar. 2nd, 2011 01:45 am
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Being that I am pretty close to being the most uninteresting person on Livejournal, I am going to sit out this year's installment of "March is 'Ask Me Anything' Month" unless there is any sort of demand. It's you call.
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Okay, time for an update, an explanation, and an apology, not necessarily in any particular order.

Firstly, my apologies to anyone who got a scare or was otherwise concerned when my LJ vanished without warning. Long story short, it was done to eliminate past and future actions causing problems here at home, nothing more. Circumstances which arose and caused the issues were born out of misunderstandings, and have been rectified. I needed a bit of time to reset my head and just take a break. What I discovered later during that time was quite a few of my LJ friends wondering what happened and showing deep concern. This is very humbling, and for that I thank all of you. Rest assured, I will try and avoid the same thing happening in the future, and if for some reason I have to pull the plug here, I'll leave some sort of warning.

I was reminded by a few of you that this LJ thing, as it is used by some of us, has grown beyond simple blogging or even social media, and has become a close circle of friends with this service as a primary (if not sole) means of communication. If someone disappears suddenly, the cause for concern and need for an explanation goes beyond that of an office koffee klatch or even traditional extended family members. Close bonds and tight friendships form here sometimes, and must be treated as such. I don't know who ultimately reads most of my entries aside from those who leave comments in each particular one. But it's become clear that far more people actually read than comment. I'm one of the most guilty people in that respect. I read everyone on my f-list. You might call it my a-list. But out of the dozens of entries I read each day, I comment with only a fraction sometimes, if that. And I am also guilty of not continuing dialogs within my own posting comment fields. I'm trying to change that. And smack me around if need be. I'm especially dense lately with so much on my mind that I often forget.

As for myself, I'm managing. Not long ago I was able to make use of my seemingly interminable waits between doctor visits and various treatments by focusing my pent-up energies (and frustrations) doing stuff around the house and garage. As my stenosis seemed to worsen, I took to sitting on the floor to do all the tinkering that makes me happy and gives me a sense of accomplishment, since standing had become more and more painful. In the last couple weeks my ability to walk and stand has become excruciating, and even dangerous. I have my cane/stick wherever I go now, and more than a few times, I found myself actually incapacitated, unable to get up or even move my lower torso without extreme pain. This week I have been wrapping up as much stuff as I can and leaving things easier for Jeff to work with as I simply bide my time before my October appointment under the knife. After that day of infamy (or infirmary) there's going to be even more time where I will be pretty much an immobile lump as I heal up and hopefully can begin to resume a normal life. If all goes well, much of what I did around here in the days/weeks/months prior will help set the stage for a simpler life with some cool things thrown in when we both can enjoy it. At least that's what I hope for.

So, there you have it. There's more, but it's not necessary at this time to elaborate. Suffice it to say that while I am feeling rather beaten down right now, I still have a fight left in me. And thanks to some of you, that is a battle worth fighting and fighting fucking hard.

Now, for those who made it this far and did not succumb to the teal deer, I noticed a meme going around. I decided to participate. I was supposed to take a pixture of myself as I am at the moment, no preening and primping, no hairdos, showering, grooming of any kind, costumes, flattering light, or Photoshop treatments. So here I am basking in the unflattering glare of the Luxo lamp with the 100 watt equivalent LED floodlight shining in my face. Prior to the webcam photo I transformed my super heavy duty keyboard drawer into an impromptu workbench to figure out what's with my cell phone. I think I got it sorted out. It's been dropped a lot lately.

AsYouAreRightNow
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I'm declaring a meme. Well, if not a meme, a movement. An uprising. Or, well, nothing at all, really.

This is in line with the Infinite Cat Project. But it shows instead who the true geeks and science nerds are here. I call it The Infinite Radiometer Project. I have drawn my inspiration from Bill and Bruce, the latter planting the seeds of inspiration.

infinite radiometer


Knowing that there are a few science geeks reading, and a true science geek always has a radiometer handy, this should be easy.
greatbear: (march of the pirates)
According to some LJ law, March is supposed to be "Ask Me Anything Month".

So, have at it. Comments here are public. If you'd rather not ask your question in front of the entire internets, send me a LJ message instead.
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Just in time for...FYFF )

Happy Christmas everyone! ;)
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I've lagged a bit, waiting for a better frame of mind to come up with good answers for the Words! meme, this time instigated by he of high hirsuteness [livejournal.com profile] furr_a_bruin.

How it works: Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!", and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your journal, and explain what they mean to you.

1: Greasemonkey - I'll admit it, I am a grease monkey of the highest order. In terms of loving to work on engines and whatever they might be installed in, I'm there. As far as not being afraid to get my hands dirty, I've thrown myself into some of the nastiest, greasiest, oil-soaked hell and come out completely covered in crud that it would make even [livejournal.com profile] mudcub feel envious. It's all good, and gives me a sense of accomplishment. The mostly permanently stained hands come with the territory.

To leave no facet of experience or life in general go without mention, and not knowing exactly if I understood Furr's intention with this question, I also use the Greasemonkey add-on for Firefox to help me use the 'net the way I see fit. ;)

2: Sawdust - Somewhat related to #1 above, the result of one of my other favorite hobbies, woodworking. However, I am not actually a sawdust monkey, as I am usually trying my best to minimize sawdust when doing that sort of work. I've gotten new dust collection apparatus set up to keep the shop cleaner, and the stuff generally makes me sneeze and feel nasally miserable when around it for any length of time. It is, like the oil stained skin and clothing, a nice indicator of something accomplished.

3: Frustration - Sometimes found amidst #1 and #2 above, frustration is something that has been following me around a lot lately. Injuries and setbacks, stuff outside my control, as well as things I have complete control over have piled on the frustrations. Hobbling around and in pain, uncertainties surrounding work, loss of rest and relaxation times, problems in the world around me, it often pushes me over the edge and I blow a fuse. I still try as good as I can to handle the situations and get on with life.

4: Masculine - Ah, this one is an often loaded word. Applied to me, I would say I pretty much fit well in the definition of the word, given my appearance, mannerisms and pursuits. It's a trait I admire in others as well. But I don't see it as some kind of goal to be met by artificial means either. Be yourself. Don't act.

5: Tools - The means with which I accomplish my many tasks. And one place that some people have considered me somewhat of a crazed maniac. Anyone who has watched an episode of The New Yankee Workshop and has rolled their eyes at the sheer number of tools that show up in a typical episode (this includes me, btw) might find it hard to believe that I might actually go beyond his collection. Aside from my fairly well-equipped woodworking shop, there's my outsized collection of electronic tools and equipment and of course the garage full of tools and machinery used for my automotive work. I've been amassing tools ever since I was in the single digits of age, and I still have some from that time. I have no idea what I spent on tools over the decades, but I can safely say that it's more than I'd need to buy a second home. In San Fransisco.

Tools to me are sacrosanct. It's the craftsman's interface to his craft. Good tools can outlive their owners, can be handed down through generations and can guide a lifetime of impressive work. I don't take kindly to those who borrow my tools and don't return them or break them, a big problem I have at work. I value my tools because they are my interface into all that I do that earns me a living, gives me the feeling of accomplishment, and makes me happy.
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This episode of Words! brought to you by [livejournal.com profile] mark_monroe and his killer smile.

1: Minis - I was always a fan of the tiny original British Minis. Living near (and practically in) Fort Meade during my youth I had a chance to see quite a few. When I heard the cars were being redesigned and destined for the U.S. market for the first time in decades, I was pretty sure I wanted one. When I finally saw them up close and personal, it was confirmed. In March of '03, I left the house and came back with a MINI Cooper S practically on a whim. The car is still a flat-out blast to drive, very practical and economical. And with the mods I made, pretty damn quick. I fell in with a huge group of enthusiasts and have been gathering by the hundreds in Deal's Gap NC for the Tail of the Dragon and nearby drives and events ever since. Lots of great people. And every single car is different.

2: Jeff - Though I have answered this one before, it goes without saying that he means the world to me. So a repeat is more than welcome.

3: Tinkering - A generic term I used for fixing, building, modifying or just plain geeking out in my various hobbies. Not specific to any particular size or type of job either, 'tinkering' might mean putting an addition on a house to changing a light bulb. Tinkering in it's many forms for me has been around since I was very young. The term comes from when I had "Tinkertoys" and various other engaging activity toys as a young'un.

4: Mechanic - An offshoot from all that tinkering, being naturally mechanically gifted meant that being a mechanic would be both a profession and a hobby. Repairing engines and cars well before I could legally drive them, hanging out with other guys building and working on cars and being naturally curious about anything mechanical in nature has made such endeavors almost instinctive.

5: Mom - She was everything to me. A parent, a friend, someone I could confide in. She taught me so much, and allowed me to make mistakes as well as take on responsibilities that taught me well, starting off very young. I thought she'd be around forever. I never thought for an instant that I would lose her in such a horrible fashion. I still miss her dearly, and my life still feels directionless since she's been gone. Oftentimes, I still don't believe she's really gone. Love ya, Mom.

How it works: Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!", and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your journal, and explain what they mean to you.
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My favorite Pocket Scotsman [livejournal.com profile] arktos62 gave me my next set of five words:

1: Engines - One of my many mechanical loves. I haven't yet found one I could not figure out. It does not matter what size, from the tiny Cox engines that powered the planes and cars of my young days to big, powerful diesels and race motors, I've messed with 'em all. One of my greatest pleasures is firing up an engine for the first time after rebuilding it. I have oil and fuel in my blood. That will never change.

2: Home - More than where the heart is, my home is the center of my world. I built the house we are living in, setting things up just as we wanted. I recharge here. I've experienced my greatest joy and most terrible tragedy inside these walls. When the day comes, I will die here.

3: Family - Technically, I have none. Mom was my whole family, when she died, I lost it all. In reality, I have Jeff, his parents and his extended family (this is both good and not-so-good). And not long before Mom died, I was told I have family I do not know. This is the first time I am mentioning this to anyone, and maybe one day, I will talk about it.

4: Emotions - What can I say, I have no shortage here. My empathic nature makes me rather emotional. I cry at movies or listening to some music, become angry at the drop of a hat, laugh at the silliest things. And for the most part, I am not afraid to show them.

5: Blogging - I started blogging here on Livejournal six years ago. I did not know how I would take to the medium, but over time it has become my primary interaction with people and friends online. I used to be an avid 'net chatter from the IRC days, various other services and such starting back in '94. It was a whole new world for an introvert like me. Later on in years it seemed the 'quality' of general chat had fallen, and I found the interaction through LJ refreshing. I still think this forum has the greatest potential. Many have moved to Facebook and Twitter, but my real home is here. I love you guys.

Remember: Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!", and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your journal, and explain what they mean to you.
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I decided to participate in a meme. No, it's not one of those pointless ones like "What Type Of Chemical Food Preservative Are You?". No, this is a typical though rare one that creates a genuine discussion/discovery among the LJ denizens. The rules:

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!", and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your journal, and explain what they mean to you.

This set of five is courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] champdaddy.

1: Hillside - The now notorious gay male campground in northern PA. Jeff and I have been going for over nine years now, and it's always a chance to relax, have a family reunion of sorts with friends and regulars, meet new people, and more often than not host some of our friends on our site. No shortage of good food, relaxation, pool time, mens, and, if one chooses, potential encounters. Guaranteed fun. Even if it's a rainy weekend.

2: Guns/Muscles - My earliest and still strongest (no pun intended) fetish. During single digit age, I was not sure why I spent more time looking at the bodybuilding adverts in the back of the comic books rather than the comics themselves, it began to make sense later in life. I wanted to be strong like those guys myself, and I was blessed with good genes that made me naturally strong and able to get good results working out. A big pair of arms will always make me take notice.

3: Radio - Music and electronics were a big part of my life starting as far back as I can remember. I listened to the radio constantly. I eventually got a shortwave set and immersed myself in foreign broadcasts, ham radio, exotic music and propaganda. I built my own sets, restored old ones and came up with some crazy stuff in my early double-digit age that looking back, I should have patented. "Boomboxes" before there were such things, etc. These days, however, radio is an over-commercialized wasteland of syndicated formulaic tripe, right-wing nutso talk, Jesus-cramming, and pointless talk for the most part. To counter this, I have my own low-power transmitters, and crank up my own playlists or retransmit my favorite net radio stations and podcasts. There's something cool about hearing music the same vintage as the radio that plays it.

4: Hard-on - In the case of males (and some females), who doesn't enjoy a good hard-on? Sometimes they might turn up at an inopportune time, but mostly it's often the result of some of life's greatest pleasures. They come highly recommended.

5: Jeff - What can I say? He's my world right now, my only family, and I love him to pieces. I know I drive him nuts at times, and things can get tense on rare occasions, but we have each other, and that's the best thing in the world for me.

That's it for now, I have a couple more of these to post. Don't be afraid to ask away.

WBW

Jun. 17th, 2009 11:58 pm
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I've been promising a shot of my recently clipped noggin. Here it is, the hair already vigorously trying to come back. It's been unseasonably cold as well as rainy here most of the week, and being a baldy is cold.

This was taken in part of the basement workshop. When I get it more cleaned up and complete, I'll have pics to share. Same with the garage.

chrome dome


The pic also fits in well with 'Wifebeater Wednesday'. I need more sun, that's for sure. Too bad the weather is not cooperating in that respect so far. And I seriously need to hit the gym. Or something. I'm looking more and more like an old man.
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The other day, while I was fixing up the basement workshop and tossing out junk, I ran across one of my geeky gadgets I would build on a whim. This one was from about 1980, it was my version of a portable FM stereo receiver. Not exactly portable by today's standards, it measures about 2x3x6 inches, built in a blue plastic project box. Tonight I decided to dust it off to see if it still works. It does, and I am reminded of just how I would engineer my audio gadgets. The thing has very high fidelity, and it's loud. This thing is but a small link in a high-decibel chain of audio gear that has left me with tinnitus these days. Oh well. Just crank it up over the background racket and enjoy.

As with most of my throw-together, experimental pursuits of the day, it lacks finish, with no labeling or dial scales, it is meant to simply function and not look like much. Like me:



Appropriately, when I first powered it on and began listening, the local JackFM station was playing music I would have heard on the radio when I had originally built it. I closed my eyes and listened to the Supertramp and Steve Miller Band coming through the cans and thought of better days. I then tuned it to the frequency of my FM transmitter connected to the studio PC and listened to my own choice of music, bereft of the insane compression and processing plaguing broadcast FM these days. It's such a treat.

I unwittingly took part in "Wifebeater Wednesday" with the photo too.
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That cute pocket Scotsman [livejournal.com profile] arktos62 asked:

Do you have a favourite author or a book that you'd recommend everyone to read?

*blink*
*blink*

Ya know, for as voracious a reader I am, I can't tell you what was the last book I read. This is due mainly as a precautionary measure, because once I get into a particular book or novel, it will take up all of my time. I will HAVE to finish it, and as soon as possible. I will stay up late, neglect chores and tasks, and obsess over the story until it's done. That is, if it's really a page-turner. Generally, though, I seem to gravitate to technical manuals and journals lately, news and editorials, and compact stories that populate the web these days.
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There's that 'Make yourself into a Superhero' meme running around. I gave it a shot. This is the best I could come up with. I can only dream of having a torso like this. At least I got the calves and forearms pretty close. ;)



I don't know how they come up with the hero's names. And since I could not find a wrench or soldering iron or TIG torch as an accessory, I figure I could save the world with my super retail therapy powers instead.

Edit: Create your own here.
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[livejournal.com profile] sfmini asks a not-so-mini question:

What vehicles do you own now, and if someone were to give you another, what would you like it to be and finally, of all the vehicles you had but no longer have, which one would you want back?

My current junkyard used-car lot moneypits roster of rides include the following:

1969 Dodge Dart 383
1989 Dodge W250 Cummins Turbo Diesel
2000 Dodge Stratus ES
2003 Mini Cooper S
2007.5 Chevrolet Silverado 2500HD Duramax Diesel

There is also a wrecked '89 Dodge Shadow ES Turbo I have for parts, and there was a '90 Sundance the engine from said Shadow was going to be installed in, but that car I deemed to be in too bad a shape to economically make into a decent car to tool around in. I had thought about using it as a weekend bracket race car, but again the structure of the car was in pretty bad shape, so I scrapped it. The Dart is currently mothballed until I get other things taken care of around the house and garage that are competing for my time.

Now, if someone were to simply give me another car, I'd take just about anything as long as I could use it in some fashion. Now, if I had my choice, I have a long list of vehicles I'd pick from. Currently on the lust list are an '09 Dodge Challenger R/T, Ford GT, Ariel Atom, anything from Chrysler carrying the 2nd Gen Hemi engine (the current Hemi is 3rd gen), Dodge Viper, Corvette Z06, Peel P-50, Indian or pre-AMF Harley-Davidson motorcycles or insane critch rockets like a Kawasaki Ninja or Suzuki GSX1300R (Hayabusa)(serious envy @ [livejournal.com profile] normalcyispasse)... this list could go on forever. Since the only cars usually given to me are basket cases that nobody wants, I'm not in a hurry for the next occurrance.

Now, out of all the past vehicles, of all the ones I'd like to have back was the 1958 Chevy Impala Convertible that belonged to Mom before it was replaced with the Dart in late 69. I remember that car as being so cool, gliding along the road as if riding on a cloud. There have been no convertibles in the family since, and, who knows, maybe I'd procure one in the future. I did like the hell outta the Mini Cooper S convertible I had for a couple days while mine was having warranty work done. Maybe someone will give me one...
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My freshly-tattooed friend [livejournal.com profile] baeritone asked:

Other than your birth, what is the most important thing that's ever happened?

If I were to take the usual definitions of "important" in this case, such as significant, life-changing, lasting,, etc, it would have to be when I lost my Mom to cancer. Though this happened in June of '06, it still feels as though it's an event still happening, and at the same time, it feels so distant. Losing the most significant person in my life left me with profound changes, and many things I have yet to resolve. Granted, this is something one would never entirely 'get over', but I think I am beginning to find my place in the world, albeit slowly.

One aspect of Livejournal, at least how it's being used by most on my friends list, is how involving it can make one another in each of our lives. And in the scant few years it's been since I lost my mother, I have seen many of you go through the same experiences of losing parents and loved ones. At each time I get immediately transported back to those last weeks and days and relive those moments. The extraordinary feelings of sadness, loss and hopelessness is something one can never prepare for. And every time it happens, it's a reset to zero. Going through it once does not make going through it again any easier.
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The pedigreed [livejournal.com profile] kymutt says:

Just out of curiousity, what would you say is your greatest strength, and what is your worst flaw?

I think my greatest strength is my analytical nature. Confronted with a problem, I am usually able to think through a solution even when the pressure is on. Sometimes the pressure will have an enhancing effect. I guess coming in close seconds are my compassion and empathy.

Oddly enough, my worse attribute is probably my self confidence. You'd think the former would negate the latter, but I have a nasty habit of second-guessing myself at times. This has a spiraling effect. I tend to not be satisfied with an end result that would be perfectly acceptable to 99% of other folks. My low self-confidence will also make me a wallflower in social situations and put me on the losing end of bargaining situations. I need to trust my gut instincts more often and not to give a fuck what so many people might think.
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[livejournal.com profile] ptownnyc asked the following:

But seriously - just what exactly are you building in your basement? You are constantly adding more servers, etc. - what's it all for?

This falls sort of in line with the previous answer posting I guess. It often sounds like a lot, and I guess to some it is, but there are in reality only two servers now and there was a big upgrade to the network that went in about the same time, this was all done in an effort to bring all that stuff into this century and make it usable for many years to come.

Some background info I guess will help here. My basement is actually set up in two sections. There is the big, unfinished part under the main house that has everything from my woodworking tools and workshop, the laundry area, a bit of a rumpus room setup, and the entire basement area itself that is piled up with boxes, lumber, old computers and electronic junk, furniture and accumulated cruft. The junk I am slowly dealing with, and as the weather gets nicer I am taking lots of it to the dump as well as to charity outfits. The smaller section of the basement exists under the sunroom, which originally was going to simply be a filled-in foundation until I figured it would actually be more effective to make an opening in the basement wall separating the two areas and make some use of the space. Since the floor of the sunroom drops a foot from the level of the house, the basement under the sunroom has a low ceiling. This 14x24ft area originally started out as a big closet space. The problem arose when my woodworking shop created so much dust it was impractical to have my electronics setup anywhere near it. I set up another workbench and moved all my electronics into a portion of the space under the sunroom. It was much cleaner there. I eventually finished off that third of the space to make it a sort of 'clean room' and to make it more comfortable in the winter as well (since the sunroom and upstairs woodstove do most if the work heating the upstairs, it gets cold in that damn basement when the heater is not running). This became known as The Lab Of Mayhem, a counterpart to the similarly named garage (and the name of my blog).

In the last couple years I've been putting forth a concerted effort in modernizing things around the house, including the home theater setup, the LAN, appliances, lighting, etc. Since a lot of this involved running lots of various cabling around, a convergence of seemingly unrelated projects started to happen. I wanted to finally have a network setup at home that was robust enough to handle high definition video, since I am soon buying a new big-screen TV for the home theater, I also added to the multi-room sound/music system at the same time, that prompted the running of TV cabling to finally bring the satellite programming into the studio and since the area where all the LAN and RF cabling was being overhauled, it was time to finally connect a phone line in the same wall plate, because I was putting the fax/printer in the hallway closet along with the color laser and running LAN cabling there as well the phone line was also added there, since the cabling was finally done in the studio I could now finish off the lights in the woodshop that would have blocked easy cable routing but now the upgraded lighting was too much for the original circuit it was on so I added two more branches and...

The paragraph above demonstrates also how my project planning goes, which usually means lots of balls in the air at one time. To make things a bit clearer, the home network is ready for just about anything I could ever throw at it, as well as being totally remote accessible. A hodgepodge of ancient computers and hubs and switches is now a tidy pair of servers, a single big managed switch and standardized cabling all at gigabit speeds. Much of the wiring for the home theater is all in place, all that is needed now is the toys. The workshop lighting is finally all installed after at least a decade, the area is nice and bright and I can work towards cleaning up and finishing off some areas of the basement. The unfinished section of the sunroom basement will become an office once all the crud is out and the drywall is up. The roof of the house and garage gets replaced this year (one of the few things I will not do myself simply because of time constraints). All this complicated-sounding work is an effort to finally simplify a lot of things here at the old homestead, so Jeff and I will be able to entertain guests and have some more free time. This is infrastructure improvements for day-to-day life. It's starting to pay off.
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[livejournal.com profile] bigreddee asked:

You've written a lot about being a "tinkerer" and someone who is fairly adept at working on a lot of different things. What is your favorite kind of project to take on?

That's actually a toughie. I guess my favorites are ones that make life a little bit (or a lot) more enjoyable, or find everyday use, or ones that I feel a lot of satisfaction in. It could be something as simple as putting up a new light fixture, or something as involved as the deck or even building the house itself. I like stuff that gets me thinking and designing, and really putting in some effort.

Note that these projects/tinkering/tasks are not just things I do for myself, but for others too. Putting aside things like car repairs and modifications I do for others, I have been involved with construction and renovation on friends' homes, for example. Seeing the extra room, garage or deck or redone interior or exterior and seeing how much they enjoy it gives me a big feeling of accomplishment. Being able to do these things allows me a sense of pride, and more importantly a big feeling of independence. A coworker was recently lamenting the need for a new water heater, to the tune of something like 1300 dollars. This was for the heater itself, the installation, and some minor upgrade of some such to the plumbing. This is something I could have done myself (and, ironically, something I should do soon since my own water heater is now 20 years old) in a few hours time. This would also be something I would do for myself at about a third of the cost, with guaranteed better workmanship and even a higher quality heater. The savings alone is substantial, and contributes to financial well-being, and, of course, more fun projects and acquisitions of tools and gear. :D

There are also those countless other little (and not-so-little) things I do just because I enjoy doing them. My hobbies are outrageous in number it seems. I've always been the sort to explore and tinker, build and learn. So it is with the electronics and computers, crazy car mods, wood/metalworking and whatnot. I've said that if ever I am somehow not able to do all these things, then my life is severely diminished. I can't just sit around watching television. If I am laid up with some sort of injury, I get stir crazy and absolutely have to do something. Maybe it's a form of OCD, but it's a disorder that has served me well for as long as I could remember.

Aunty-Meme

Mar. 2nd, 2009 11:39 am
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March is "Ask Me Anything" month!

Since I did this last year and out of the several hundred people apparently reading my blog a grand total of one person actually asked anything, I am gonna sit this one out. Y'all had yer chance and ya blew it. ;)

Since the greatest motivator of people seems to be telling them can't do something, if you manage to barge in with questions, I might be willing to give answers. I wont be holding my breath this time, however. I was all sorts of pretty blue shades previously.

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