Books I've Read Lately

I have a list of books I've been meaning to get around to read. It works out pretty well -- when I hear about a book I'm interested in, I add it to the list rather than rushing out to get it. I used to get it from the library, have too many books to read and then end up renewing them until I either returned them unread, paid overdue fees, or both. Now whenever I'm headed to the library before a trip, I consult the list and rather quickly have a couple of books to take along. Here are a few books from the list I've gotten to lately.

The Lost Continent

I have mentioned before reading Bill Bryson's books. Since I've enjoyed them, I've had "more by Bill Bryson" on my list. That recently changed to "The Lost Continent" when I realized that I only had one such book left to read. I finished that at my parents' last month. It was a charming tale of his drive around small-town America about 15 years ago. It probably says something about me that I consider complaining about travel arrangements and making fun on the locals "charming". Still, he has an ideal of small-town America he is searching for. He never quite finds it, but finds a number of other interesting things along the way.

Mapping Human History

The first Bill Bryson book I read was "In a Sunburned Country". He tells fascinating tales of Aboriginal culture, and that book got me interested in the fact that the Aborigines settled Australia around 10,000 years ago. That, in turn, got me interested in human prehistory. How did various peoples end up where they were by the last millennium, when the global mass of humanity finally fully reconnected? One very interesting book on that subject was Guns, Germs and Steel, although that talked a lot about history as well as prehistory.

I was hoping that Mapping Human History would fill in more details of the prehistory through recent gene-mapping techniques. It did some of that, but the main thrust of the book lay elsewhere. The book's main purpose was to use gene-mapping techniques to show that claims of racial superiority (or even attempts at racial categorization) were without scientific basis. While I was disappointed I didn't learn more about human prehistory, I did learn some interesting facts. For example, in most species genetic variation is greater between subgroups than within them. An extreme example (mine) is dog breeds. Any two dachshunds are going to look a lot more like each other than either looks like any poodle. With humans, that's not the case. Given two people from India, one may very easily look more like someone from Africa than he looks like the other Indian. People are just culturally attuned to the differences that do exist, such as skin color.

A Fire Upon the Deep

I'm actually still reading this book. I bought it in September, but since I own it, I never feel compelled to read it as quickly as library books. It's part of my "Hugo Project", where I'm concentrating my science fiction reading on books that have won that genre's most prestigious award. I find myself reading books I wouldn't have chosen before. I tend to like near-future "hard" SF. (By "hard", I mean books where the authors pay close attention to scientific plausibility.) Unfortunately, I've chosen too many books for their subject matter only to find wooden characters, bland dialogue, or clumsy plotting. Now I'm reading books about subjects I wouldn't have chosen (e.g., time travel), but enjoying them much more. They're just good books.

A Fire Upon the Deep is a "far future" book. I guess it leans towards the "hard" side of SF, but it's set (at least) tens of thousands of years in the future. Vinge has a lot of really interesting "concepts" that he weaves together. One is that the Milky Way is divided into various "zones". Earth is in the "Slow Zone" where AI works less well and faster-than-light travel is impossible. (Almost) all of this book takes place outside of the Slow Zone, so we get starship with a modicum of plausibility. Another neat idea is that of the "singularity", where species develop machines more intelligent than themselves, which then create even more intelligent machines, and so on. The whole process causes the species (or some subset of the species) to "transcend" into something unfathomable to "normal" species.

One of the nonhuman species in the book are the "Tines" which consists of packs of telepathic dog-like creatures. (I tend to group telepathy in with "soft" SF, but this book made me wonder why species couldn't evolve whose brains transmit radio waves.) Each pack has a "group mind". Vinge introduces these characters early in the book by writing part of the story from the perspective of him. It is really hard to understand what's going on, since he throws the reader in without explaining what's going on. But it's kinda neat figuring things out.

Marooned on Treasure Island

Well, I almost made it to the conference on time. I knew I wanted to take I-80 North, but those of you who know about our Interstate numbering system will realize that two–digit even interstates go east-west. So I picked west (wrong), and found myself crossing the San Francisco Bay.

Fortunately, there are some islands in the bay where you can exit the bridge. I got off at Treasure Island, drove around for a while and found the Oakland exit. (I think I came upon it immediately, but I thought it was the exit for heading back to San Francisco.)

Then when I got here, I had to walk up to the building, get a parking permit, walking back down to the car, then walk back to the building. I had wondered why the directions mentioned the number of steps to walk up. Well, 94 is a lot of steps, and if you have mathematicians walking them on a regular basis, they're going to count them. Also, it was helpful to know when I got to the top of them not to take another set that offered itself.

Good Morning

I'm enjoying a breakfast of blueberry muffin and Vanilla Coke, suitably charged to the room. I'm beginning to like Courtyard. I recall reading complaints about their very thin mattresses. The mattress is very thin, but it hasn't bugged my back yet. We'll see how 3 nights work out.

Now I'm catching up on the war news and waiting for the 3rd of the 3 alarms I set to go off. I guess I needn't have worried. I woke up at 6:45; I guess the time difference was stronger than my lack of sleep last night.

I was going to post pictures of the hotel room, but it looks like I left the USB cord at home...

Tourney Time

If anybody wants to look at my NCAA bracket, it's here. I got 13 out of 16 right on the first day, and none of the 3 I got wrong did I pick to advance beyond the second round. Not bad.

In Emeryville

Well, I made it here OK. My flight took off about 2:40 late. Can't complain about too much yet (but I'm working on it). I hadn't flown into the Oakland airport in 10 years; I didn't really remember it. The baggage claim is completely unlabeled for United, but there is a list for other airlines. Lots of people seemed confused. Avis made me go to the counter for no particular reason instead of straight to my car. And the directions from the hotel told me to turn left when it should have said right. Oh, well.



To avoid the full Berkeley experience, I'm staying at the Courtyard by Marriott Emeryville. I'll drive in tomorrow (today) morning. It's a fairly nice hotel, so far. Big bathroom, big TV, fast (50.6K) modem connection.

Into the Belly of the Beast

Well, today I'm off on my trip to Berkeley for the weekend. I have a particularly un-fond place in my heart for Berkeley after an unpleasant year spent in grad school. But there's a conference in my field there this weekend, so off I go. I'll try to post a chronicle of everything that goes wrong.

We're off to a fitting start (or is that "fits and starts"), with my flight being two hours late. Soon to come: traffic jams caused by war protestors, rude service in restaurants, and I'm sure other stuff.

Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam

I recently read about an interesting study on spam (unwanted commercial e-mail). It contained the following conclusions:

• Most spam comes from having your e-mail address on a publicly available web site.
  
• Removing the address causes the spam to decrease
  
• It's possible to disguise your address from e-mail address harvesters, while making it readable to everybody else.
  

I have a Yahoo! Mail address I use for public correspondence. It's not one I give to friends and family, but I like people to be able to e-mail me based on what they see on the web page. The address is:
grantham@yahoo.com

How can I put this on my web site without fear of spam? I've used characters which your browser translates into letters (and the @ symbol). Spammers use programs to search web pages; the programs don't do the same translation as browsers. They see the original, which looks like this (except without the spaces).

& #103;& #114;& #097;& #110;& #116;& #104;& #097;& #109;& #064;& #121;& #097;& #104;& #111;& #111;& #046;& #099;& #111;& #109;

I had to insert the spaces, or your browser would have translated it into the actual address.

Pretty cool, huh? Anyway, I replaced all of the copies of my e-mail address on the web site with the obfuscated version. Let's hope that cuts things back.

Snotty North Dakotas

What's wrong with people from North Dakota? A few weeks ago, I read a letter to the editor in USA Today from someone in North Dakota expressing wonder that people on the East Coast couldn't deal with the recent snowstorm. He said that that sort of thing wasn't a problem for the "occasional snowstorm" they might have in North Dakota and implied it was because of the superior work ethic of North Dakotans. The natural conclusion is that businesses should relocate there. I can't find the full article on-line, but this link might bring up the first few sentences of it.

Oh, really? A quick search brings up these articles: Winter storm snarls North Dakota travel and Snow snarls highway travel in North Dakota. The best part...the first article is from October, the second from May.

Now I read the article Haywire ATM Spits Out Extra Cash, which contains the following choice quote:

"I'm glad we're in North Dakota," Rasmussen said. "Somebody out East or West may not have had our same values."

Yeesh. I know people from the coasts make fun of "flyover country," but the next time I feel bad about doing so, I'll remember the giant cow chip you guys seem to have on your shoulders.

P.S. South Dakotans: you're still on my good side. But I'll be keeping an eye on you...

San Diego Pictures

We went to San Diego last month. I spent most of the time at work, but we did get to have a little fun. We made it in to La Jolla (pictured below) several times.



On Friday afternoon, we took a whale watching cruise. On the way out of port, we saw quite a number of Navy ships.



And then we saw some whales! The pictures don't do justice to how amazing it was to see them!



Afterwards, we went up to Pacific Beach to watch the sun set.

Georgia on My Mind

Well, I knew all along I wouldn't have my alma mater, Michigan, to root for in the NCAA tourney despite their fairly good season. Looks like I won't have Georgia to worry about, either.

Driving to Work

I was driving to work up here this morning when I found out on NPR that the temperature was 3 degrees. That's Fahrenheit. The wind chill was 13 below. Brrr.

I was stopped at a light for a while because of police cars going by. I've noticed they have a system in Minnesota where emergency vehicles seem to be able to remotely activate a flashing white light near the stop lights (as well as turning the stop lights red). So I thought I'd take the above picture of frost out my windshield.

I noticed, however, the police cars converging on the parking lot across the street. I saw the police throw a man down on the ground, handcuff him and shove him in the back of a squad car. I don't have a zoom lens on the digital camera, so you can't see the guy, but I got a picture of the general scene. The building in the background on the left is adjacent to my hotel.

Ski Trip

We took a day trip to go skiing on Saturday. I put together a page of pictures from it.

Touring Tucson

Longtime readers of the Android's Dungeon will recall a previous visit to Kartchner Caverns. The caverns are still there, and they're pretty darn neat. Christina and I had a fine time last summer in the Australia (well, it was winter there, but you get the point) visiting the Jenolan Caves, so I thought she might enjoy Kartchner. She did. The formations are really spectacular, although the caves are not nearly as extensive as Jenolan. Kartchner is certainly one of the best preserved "show caves" in the world.



Not a lot has changed in the past 3 years. They do plan to open the "Big Room", but that keeps getting pushed back. Now they're hoping for November 2003. They tell visitors that rumors that the caves aren't doing so well aren't true. Still, I noticed that they take precautions I don't remember from before. A ranger trailed our group telling people what they couldn't take in or couldn't touch. And they explained their system for tagging things people have contaminated so they could be quickly restored before permanent damage ensued.

Today, we went off to the Tucson Museum of Art. First, however, we had lunch at El Charro, a Mexican restaurant that has been around Tucson for over 80 years. The food was great; the service was...goofy. At one point our waiter explained that he hadn't brought our drinks yet because of "printer trouble". The two tacos I ordered were available in hard or soft; when I asked for one of each, he said that wasn't possible. So I order the soft; he brought me hard tacos. Christina ordered two tacos; they brought her four. (At least that way, I got a soft taco.)



One of the reasons we went to the Tucson Museum of Art was that The New York Times Traveler's Guide to Art Museum Exhibitions 2003 listed an exhibit on Mexican nativity scenes. It turned out that the exhibit was a nativity scene put together by a local every year. It was interesting, but the rest of the museum was fortunately more substantial. They had a nice collection of pre-Colombian art, which Christina particularly enjoyed.

So we've had a nice visit out to my parents. (Hopefully the snow back East won't impede our return tomorrow.) We managed to see some neat things the past few days without spending as much time in the car as last time. (Flying into Tucson helped that.) I'm in Week 3 of my 4 time zones in 4 weeks tour; we'll see how I hold up next week...

My Big Fat Greek Disappointment

We watched the TV show My Big Fat Greek Life Monday night. (One fewer thing to clear off the TiVo when we get home.) Christina and I had seen the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding last summer, and we were looking forward to an inventive, entertaining TV show.

Yeesh. What a letdown. Afterwards, we found ourselves debating between "painfully bad" and "uncomfortably bad." I'm not sure I can pinpoint exactly what went wrong, beyond most of the jokes falling flat.

Well, I think another problem was the poor characterization. The movie worked mainly on the strength of the rich characters. On the TV show, the characters seemed reduced to sitcom stereotypes. Maybe we were supposed to carry over our memories of them from the movie. But if that was the case, why did the pilot revolve around a gag (her father buying them a house) that was repeated from the movie? Anybody who saw the movie could figure out what was going on.

Pilots generally don't work as well as later series episodes. Partly the actors and writers need time to get to know the characters. Partly the auidence needs to go through the same process. We'll give it another week; I just hope all the good stuff wasn't used up in the movie.

Tohono Chul Park

We had a nice Mexican lunch yesterday, so we thought we'd make today distinct by making today the one full day out here where we don't have Mexican food...well, other than the leftovers.

My parents have a neat map detailing Tucson-area attractions. There are around 40, and I've been to about a third. I picked one of the nearby ones, Tohono Chul Park. We headed out into a certain amount of rain...



I don't know what it is about rain. Two weeks ago, we helped break a drought in San Diego. After coming home to a massive blizzard, we left in a torrential downpour on Saturday. And now here we were with more rain. Fortunately, it cleared up and it was a lovely day once we got to the park.



It was a nice enough park. The part we saw mostly consisted of gardens. It was interesting seeing the regional plants, and they had some nice specimens of catcus. My one complaint is that there was really no clear organizing theme to the park -- the handout didn't even explain the history of the park or why it existed.

Still, we had a nice hour or so wandering around.

Visiting My Parents in Arizona

Christina and I are out here in Greater Tucson visiting my parents, and we're giving the digital camera a workout.

One thing you have to be on the lookout for in my parents' neighborhood is golf carts.




You never know what kind of drivers you'll see...



My parents' lemon tree is bearing fruit...

Scenes from a Blizzard

Teddy had to walk along the snow to go outside. Our neighbor across the alley shoveled out his parking space into our back yard. Christina and I were both annoyed by this, but we couldn't figure out a good reason to be annoyed. That is, until Christina realized that the pile of snow allowed Teddy to walk right over the fence. She had to shovel it away. (By that time, I had made it back to work.)



Here's me shoveling off my car. I think it's my car...





And here's the house swathed in snow.

No Wonder Maryland Has Budget Trouble...

"In Prince George's, by contrast, public works officials said primary roads would not be passable until at least 36 hours after the storm's end. County Executive Jack B. Johnson (D) said he would seek state reimbursement for the cost of snow removal, since the county had already depleted the $1.2 billion budgeted for that purpose."

--"Area Closed on Account of Snow", The Washington Post, Monday, February 17, 2003, A1.

Snow Time

Here's a view out our front door from earlier today. I dug out the digital camera. Christina asked why I took the picture of our neighbor's house rather than ours. The answer is I wasn't going to go out in this mess! It's only getting worse...

On the Streets of DC

We got some pictures and stuff in the mail today from my sister-in-law Janie. Here's one she took when we were in DC after Christina's bridal shower. We went to see the Egyptian exhibit at the National Gallery and then wandered around before happening upon some sort of Latino fest. Mmm. Pupusas...

Wedding Cake

We weren't sure how the wedding photography would come out -- I guess you never are. But the pictures turned out really great. Here's a nice one of us cutting the cake.

Gator Boat

I finally hooked up the scanner to a computer with high-speed Internet access. The first photo I'm posting from that effort is of me on last month's excursion to the Everglades. This is on the boat at the alligator farm.

I'm in the front row in the blue jacket.

Happy Birthday to Me

I had an interesting birthday. I got out of bed, and it felt a little bit colder than it should have. I went to check, and the red button on the heating system had popped, as it does occassionally. I reset it and went upstairs. As Christina and I were discussing why this would have happened, I thought I should go back down and check how much oil we had left. As it turned out, we had (practically) none. I called the oil company (who is supposed to keep our oil levels up without prompting), and they said they'd schedule us for a delivery. Also, they would send out a technician to prime the system and give us an emergency delivery of 10 gallons of oil. By 11, the truck show up with the full tankful of oil. I asked the truck guy whether the system still needed to be primed. He said it did. I asked him if he could do it, and he said he wasn't supposed to but would for $20. Since the technician was coming out as part of the heating contract, I declined. I tried to start up the system on my own, and shortly thereafter the technician arrived. As it turned out, the system didn't need priming.

So that put the kibosh on our plans to head out to Whitetail to go skiing. So I sat on the couch, drank some bourbon I got at my bachelor party and thought about stuff I needed to do around the house. And then didn't do it. It was nice. For dinner, we went to Buddy's where we had our rehearsal dinner. We get a 10% rebate as a "Buddy's Club" member, so the rehearsal dinner paid for my birthday dinner. Er, except for the fact that the rebate coupon expired earlier in the month. I hadn't notice that, but they were nice enough to honor it, given the magnitude of our expenditure. I'm not sure when we'll be heading back there, though. The food wasn't great. The service had its usual quirk of bringing the food in rapid succession (soup, appetizer, entree).

We did get to Whitetail for skiing yesterday. It was a nice day -- not too cold, but still with good snow. And it was not crowded at all. I rode down Limelight, a blue trail, 3 times. I particularly liked the high-speed lift, but the trail was very challenging for me. I definitely have to get better -- and in better shape. But we had fun, and I am now officially exhausted.

Conference Pictures

The organizers of the conference I was at in Miami have posted pictures from it.

Those of you who are merely interested in those pictures featuring me should look here and here.

Marathon Road Trip

I think I became a "real" traveler in 1992, during the first cross-country trip Ben and I took. We drove from Maryland to California, and I feel that the drive gave me an appreciation of the places along the way. It's one thing to look at a topographic map and see where the Rockies start. It's another to drive across the half of Colorado that is nothing more than a rerun of the Kansas scenery, and then have the mountains appear on the horizon. As someone who acquires most of his knowledge abstractly, I found the concrete experience quite revealing.

While reading the in-flight magazine on my recent trip to Miami, I noticed an article about the Florida Keys. The article detailed an itinerary for someone with more time and money than I, but one sentence caught my eye.

"Arriving at Miami International Airport affords the traveler an opportunity to enjoy one of the most scenic drives anywhere in the United States: 160 miles (to Key West) of overseas highway, surrounded by the sparkling waters of Florida Bay and the Atlantic Ocean."

After the conference ended at 4 on Wednesday, the Keys were an obvious choice for a second excursion, this one on my own. I wasn't sure how far I'd get. Perhaps Key Largo, which turned out to be the first Key in the chain -- a revelation in and of itself. Or Key West? I have a thing for extremes -- I'd love to travel north of the Artic Circle some time. So it would be cool to travel to the southernmost point in the continental US. I decided to start driving and see how much time the drive was taking. I didn't want to get to Key West in the middle of the night and face a long drive back to Miami.

My first revelation of the drive toward the Keys hit a mile or two south of the hotel on US 1 (the same highway that goes 1/2 a mile from Casa Grantham, coincidentally). There was a sign that said "End I-95". I-95 ends? Weird. As a denizen of the middle East Coast, it seems like the never-ending road.

After winding through a depressingly familiar array of strip malls (though strip malls surrounded by palm trees look somehow nicer), I escaped via the Florida Turnpike, which sped me close to the Keys before ending. Back on US 1, I drove to Key Largo just as the sun was setting -- the song playing in my head the whole time.

I turned off bayside to look for a good vantage point to take pictures of the sunset. Unfortunately, all roads seemed to lead to fenced-off private property. I don't know whether Key Largo suffers from a deficit of public beach or merely a deficit of public beach signs, but I couldn't find a good spot.

So I drove on, somewhat depressed that Key Largo reminded me of Myrtle Beach (and, to a lesser extent, Ocean City) -- a shabby strip of assorted seafood joints, souvenir shops, and beachwear emporia. Had we Americans taken this neat strip of islands and transformed it into a tacky tourist attraction?

I decided to press on, to see what I could see. I realized this meant going on until the last drops of twilight washed from the sky. After that, unable to see any scenery, I really might as well be anywhere else, and I wasn't going to make it anywhere near Key West by nightfall.

As I drove beyond Key Largo, neat things began to happen. The over-development faded into the background. The area didn't exactly become rural, but I got more of the sense of a laid-back beach resort than a place that a significant portion of Miami must use as an escape.

The road also narrowed, meaning that I could see water on both sides -- the Atlantic on my left, Florida Bay on my right. Driving between the waters on a narrow strip of land was a curious experience -- I find it hard to compare it to anything else I've seen. Not as cool as being on a tiny island in the Pacific, but really neat nonetheless.

Finally, over the water, I saw spectacular colors playing across the sky. The sun had set, but there were still amazing oranges and purples and blues... I found a nice place to pull over then. It may have been too dark for any of my pictures to come out particularly well, but it was good to stop and enjoy the view.

I also found a historical marker that described a now-gone railroad to Key West. To my surprise, it was completed in the 1910s. I had no idea that the Keys were connected to the mainland for so long. (Now I have to re-watch the movie.) The story was of the "they told him it was a foolish idea, but he built it anyway" variety. The railroad was eventually wiped out by a hurricane, so it's not clear who was right. I'd be interested to look at the history of the Keys -- I imagine life must have changed dramatically once they were tied to the rest of Florida.

The sun finally ran out on me around Marathon, which I guess is somewhere near halfway down the keys. I stopped and looked at some souvenirs and grabbed some dinner. I wanted to find something for Christina, but tackiness ruled the day. I looked at some seashells, since I know she likes them. But then I spotted a sign explaining that although conch shell harvesting was illegal in Florida, the store got all of theirs from the Bahamas and Caribbean. (If I remember the regulations wrong, conch experts should feel free to e-mail me.) Am I supposed to feel better that they're despoiling a less-regulated environment? Or is there some conch overpopulation that makes the difference OK? I didn't feel like getting into an ecological discussion with the store clerks, so I turned to the postcards.

Quite a number of them featured the "Seven Mile Bridge," which is apparently a rather spectacular drive -- and a bit past Marathon on the Overseas Highway. Oh, well. I bought a couple that didn't feature the bridge and headed back to Miami.

I'd like to come back some time, drive that bridge, see the parks along the way and make it all the way to Key West. I'd want to bring Christina, of course. But I think for this trip I did about as well with my spare evening as I could have expected.

Bus trip to the Everglades

I knew there was a reason I didn’t like bus tours. You’d think it would be the bus itself, but I think I spent too much time on a school bus as a child to complain about a relatively comfortable tour bus.

No, it’s the itinerary. Yesterday’s bus tour lasted for 5 hours. It consisted of 3 hours on the bus, 1 hour at an alligator farm and 1 hour at the Everglades National Park. Now, you can’t do too much about the 3 hours on the bus. But you can do a little. First of all, you can avoid getting lost (twice). Secondly, you can cut the drive time some by limiting yourself to one destination. (Probably a better part of the park than we saw.)

We were warned before hand that the alligator farm wasn’t the best place to see alligators...after all, they aren’t in the wild there. Then why where we there? For a boat ride. OK. We were also told that there would be two boats. One would have the "wild" ride and the other would have a calmer ride. Since I didn't want to get the camera wet, I chose the calmer ride. As it turned out, the people on the "wild" boat said it wasn't all that wild, and nobody got wet. It's just as well. I wouldn't have wanted the trepidation of damaging the camera combined with the disappointment of the ultimate tameness of it all. The boat ride itself was somewhat interesting. It was neat to be out "on top of" the Everglades.

After that, it was off to the actual national park. We ended up at Anhinga Trail with an hour to sight-see. I decided to walk for half an hour and turn around. About 30 minutes into my walk, I looked around at familiar surroundings. Apparently the trail is a (short) loop. So I sat down for a while to contemplate my surroundings.

Swamps aren't my favorite type of terrain. Still, I was impressed by the large variety of bird life, and the large quantity of 'gator life. Overall, though, the trip failed the crucial test of whether I could have done better myself. In some instances, like the Korea trip, I would have been at a loss on my own. It occurs to me that many of the attendees at this conference were in a similar situation of being in a foreign country. So this trip probably did them well.

It was nice to see another World Heritage Site. Also, the tour was sponsored by Microsoft. I'll leave it to you to make up your own jokes.

Waking up in Miami

I woke up this morning with the vague sense that something wasn't right. As the fog of sleep slowly lifted itself from my brain, I realized I wasn't at home, I was in Miami. I looked at the alarm clock. 8:30. Hmm, looks like the watch alarm I set for 7 didn't do the trick. I was up 'til around 1:30 last night (my plane didn't get in until 11), so I guess I slept deeply.

Fortunately, the conference is being held at the convention center attached to the hotel, so I actually made it there by the 8:50 opening remarks. And with a Pepsi in my hand. I had to wait until the 10:00 coffee break to grab some Combos from the gift shop.

One of the unfortunate consequences of having the conference in the convention center is that there isn't the free Internet access there often is at these conferences. My choice is either the "business center" at $30/hour, or using the laptop's modem at $1/call. I'm using the latter right now.

Baby, Baby

We went to the Anne Arundel Medical Center today (Saturday) to visit our friends Martin and Jeanene. Jeanene had their baby at 5:40 this morning. After they finally got a bit of sleep this afternoon, we visited them at around 6. They were doing really well. The hospital was really nice. My allergist is located nearby, and I had my nasal polyps removed there. Anyway, some of the "traditional" ideas about a maternity ward don't apply there. There's a bed in the mom's room where where the dad can sleep. There's no nursery with all the babies lined up; the baby stays in the mom's (and dad's) room. They have high-tech bracelets identifying mom, dad and baby.

Martin handed his son over to Christina; he said if he asked people if they wanted to hold the baby, they felt funny. So he just did it. Then Christina handed the baby to me. Gulp. I had never held a baby younger than several months old. After a moment, I was able to breathe. Then I was able to hear the baby breathe. It was really wonderful, magical, to hear someone that small breathe, to watch him yawn. Amazing. Of course, I wasn't around for the pooping.

Anyway, I look forward to seeing the kid develop. Welcome to the world, Lucas Patrick Burke, and if you're reading this, congratulations on figuring out how to use the Internet. Is it 2006 yet where you are?

High Anxiety

Ben and George ended up crashing on the couch after skiing. We watched Michigan win the Outback Bowl, then the two of them took off. Christina and I had a nice day. One of the relaxing things we did was watch the Mel Brooks movie High Anxiety.

For some reason, we have a Mel Brooks wish list set up of TiVo. I wasn't really familiar with the movie "High Anxiety", but I had heard of it and for some reason wanted to see it. It turned out to be a Hitchcock spoof. Maybe I should have set up a Hitchcock wish list first, so I would have gotten more of the references. Actually, I don't think it would have helped that much. There were some funny spots, but it was mostly uneven. I mean, jokes about psychiatrists refusing to accept personal checks are pretty trite. Nevertheless, the silly story moved along. I'd give it 2 1/2 stars.

New Year's Eve

Christina went up to Whitetail yesterday for some New Year's Eve skiing with Ben and George. They had a nice deal where you could pay $15 to ski from 9 pm to 1 am. We had done the same thing (sans George) last year.

For some reason, there weren't as many people there this year. Perhaps it was the conditions. Despite the colder weather we've generally been enjoying this year, we got a warm spell Tuesday and especially yesterday. The snow was very soft, which threw off everybody's skiing (well, except George's, but he had a snowboard). Nevertheless, Christina and I both got our first chance to try out our new skis. We both got skis a little longer than we're used to, so we have some adjustments to make. We were both happy with our purchases, though.

I had hoped to try some of the intermediate slopes. One of Whitetail's advantages over other nearby "mountains" is that it is a bit taller. Another is its high speed lift (despite the speed, because it is "detachable", it's actually easier to load and unload). Unfortunately, you don't get those advantages on the beginner slopes. Also, you have to deal with worse skiiers and boarders (which wasn't a problem last night). I decided to wait and let Ben and George tell me which of those intermediate slopes would be the easiest to make the transition to. Unfortunately, with the warm weather and the rain, none of them were really worth trying due to bare spots and "weird" snow.

We still had fun.

Waking Up Early to Go to School

I got a newsletter today from Indian Creek School, where I spent grades 1 through 8. When I left in '84, my classmates and I begged them to open up a high school so we could stay on. Better late than never, I suppose. They've announced plans for an 'Upper School' that will open in 2006.

What struck me most about the project was this part:

"[Indian Creek Upper School] has a different schedule from traditional high schools. Research shows that adolescents need more sleep and do better in school when they begin the school day later. We begin the day at 9:00 a.m and our students stay on campus until 4:50 p.m."

I have read article after article over the past ten years stressing the importance of adapting school hours to the sleep schedules of adolescents. Unfortunately, I have also read article after article of school administrators offering excuses for why they could not make adjustments – usually having to do with problems with re-arranging the bus schedules. (If there was one thing public school taught me, it was that all plans revolved around the bus schedule -- well, that and the cafeteria schedule.)

Anyway, right on, ICS! I wrote them a letter applauding their decision. 18 years later, I still know most of the people involved personally, and they really care about education. It makes me proud to be an alum.

Not Nauru!

The Washington Post has an article this morning about how Nauru is being targeted by the US for lax financial regulations. Nauru, in case you didn't know, at one point had the highest per capita in the world. Phosphate deposits (seagull crap) provided the nation's wealth, but there's only so many droppings to go around, so the country's wealth has been due to run out for some time now.

I wrote a paper on Nauru in college as part of my Upper-Level Writing Requirement. By the way, that requirement was a little bit of a joke. The class had to include a certain number of pages of writing. I was proud of myself for fulfulling the requirement outside of my major, but the class ended up counting the pages in the paper I wrote twice -- once for the writing, and once for the revision. When I submitted the original version, I was told it was good enough that I didn't need to revise it. I mean, cool, I was happy, but that seems like a weak way to satisfy the requirement.

One goal of my paper was to examine the way Nauruans were dealing with the imminent end of their resource-based economy and see what lessons that held for Middle Eastern oil-based economies. I've since become convinced that the oil will last significantly longer, but their time will come, too.

Anyway, the picture from Nauru doesn't look good. (Not that it looks great from the Middle East, either.) They've invested a lot of their money abroad, but a lot of times unwisely. I remember reading an article about Nauruans investing in a play in London, and a whole bunch of them flying out there for the premiere. Unfortuntely, most of them were probably there for the finale, as it closed within a week.

Nauru has mostly been in the news lately because the Australians stuck a bunch of asylum seekers there. I guess Nauru made out all right financially from that deal, but I don't think that contributes to their long-term financial soundness. And now this latest blow -- I guess their attempt to ride the financial-smuggling gravy train is grinding to a halt.

It's another sad chapter for them. I guess I have some sort of weird affection for trouble island nations. I'd still like to go there some day -- I wonder if tourism is their ultimate salvation.

Cute pictures of my nephews

Christina's cousin Pam e-mailed some wedding pictures. I wanted to put them up, but instead of putting them up all at the same time, I thought I could break them out into subcategories. This set is of my nephews. According to the first two definitions of "cousin", I have to refer to Pam as Christina's cousin, not mine, but the first definition of "nephew" lets me claim Witt and Luke.

They're neat kids. We got to play Risk a couple of times with Witt over Thanksgiving. Luke wanted to "play", as he's at an age where he wants in on everything his brother (and other people) get to do, but he couldn't play with his Risk pieces in a non-disruptive way, because, well, that age thing again, I suppose. I was interested to discover that Risk no longer comes with pieces shaped like roman numerals.

We were at some loss, since the Risk rules seemed to have gone missing, so, of course, we downloaded them from Italy.









That's Witt with his 2^nd cousins, Emma and Lauren. Emma was the flower girl; Witt was the ring bearer.

Reunion Time

My parents and I spent Christmas 1994 on the divided island of Cyprus. One day I should scan some pictures and perhaps post memories of the trip. But that will have to wait until Christina and I sort through the possessions that have been scattered, tornado-like, through our home while the basement renovations are under way.

Anyway, an article in today's Washington Post about the country caught my eye. Cyprus is due to be added to the European Union in a couple of weeks and the Turkish part had better join up soon or be left out of the process.

I hope it works out. I enjoyed our trip, but it is a small island, and we saw most of the Greek part. I figured I saw enough that there wouldn't be a need to go back until reunification opened up the Turkish parts. Also, somewhere in our house is a Coke can I have from Cyprus that I'm saving to drink when the two sides are made whole again. I suspect it will taste fairly awful by now, but I'm looking forward to drinking it. Unfortunately, the history of things makes me suspect the drink will stay on the shelf (or wherever it is) for a while.

Where were you?

Today is the anniversary of the assassination of John F. Kennedy. I learned (or was reminded of) this while listening to the Tony Kornheiser radio show while running errands and lunch.

Tony said that the Kennedy assassination was the single most memorable news event for people of his generation, surpassing man walking on the moon or September 11.

I remember a conversation I had with people during the '80s about the fact that our generation didn't have any news event we all remembered where we were when we heard about. (Looking back on how young we were then, it seems a tad silly.) I think the best we could come up was where we were when we heard Reagan had been shot. (I remember coming home from school and my grandmother telling me that.) One guy said, "Of course, we all remember where when the Pope was shot." The rest of us looked at each other uncomfortably.

A year or so afterwards, Challenger exploded after liftoff, and I think that held the most distinct place in my memory until September 11.

What about you? What holds that place in your memory? If September 11, what was it before then? E-mail me. I asked Christina, and she mentioned (besides September 11), the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait, in part because it happened on her birthday. I hadn't thought of that, but I have distinct memories of my mother waking me up to tell me about that. (I had a weird sleep schedule back then, and she had a weird work schedule.) My parents' anniversary January 28, so they get to see news clips of the space shuttle blowing up every year on that date. I know somebody who has a September 11 birthday. The Onion did a funny piece about this ("Second Birthday in a Row Ruined by Terrorism"), but it appears to be on-line no longer...

Least Exciting Inventions

I just went down to the supply room to pick up a box of Kleenex. Walking back to my office, I read on the bottom of the box that "Our SIGNAL feature lets you know when you need a box." Silly me, I always based it on whether or not there were tissues left in the old box.

Mysteriously, the feature is not described further. I was left to wonder whether a recording was activated that said, "New box needed," repeatedly until the box was replaced. Thankfully, a quick web search cleared up the problem. In fact, "different colored sheets indicate when a new box is needed." Well, that's a relief.

Of course, now I'll be over-using the tissues, just so I can find out what color they are.

Other links

• This guy is more easily impressed.
  
  
• The Kimberly-Clark Professional (makers of Kleenex) web page features a pointless use of Shockwave, so I can't access any information about it.
  
  
• Ah, Amazon reveals it's "peach". Think I'll add a few of these to my wish list.
  
  
• Hmm, in New Zealand, it's blue.
  
  

Frida

Christina and I went to see the movie Frida last night. I expected to hear more about her naturally curly hair. What? Oh, wait, that's Frieda, from peanuts...sorry for the confusion.



Frida Kahlo was a Mexican artist, and the movie chronicles her tumultuous life, including her marriage to Diego Garcia, an island in the Indian Ocean. Wait, no, Diego Rivera, the muralist.

Anyway...it was an enjoyable movie; it painted (no pun intended) an interesting picture of her life, and made me want to find out more. Christina found an interesting article in the Washington Monthly that explores Kahlo's life in depth. I think it's good that the article was written by someone who hadn't seen the movie (last year), but it helps sort out differences between the movie and reality, for one thing.

It's a very rich movie that raises in my mind questions about the personal versus the universal in art. Christina and I had an interesting conversation about that on the way home last night. But, hey, this format doesn't lend itself too well to pensiveness, so here are some random thoughts.

I was totally unconvinced by Geoffrey Rush as Trotsky. I didn't believe the accent, I didn't believe the age (apparently only 10 years too young), and I didn't believe the beard. In general, I thought the acting was top-notch.

The Landmark Bethesda Row is a really cool theater. In general, when you want to see an "independent" film, you have to go to some cramped and dingy theater, unless you're lucky enough to catch one in an old-style movie house. But this place is a multi-screen stadium seating modern theater that specializes in independent movies. And it's only half an hour or so from home, so I hope to see a lot more movies there.

Not Me

If you do a Google search for "Jon Grantham", most of the hits have to do with me. A few have to do with this guy in Indianapolis who plays Squad Leader. I exchanged e-mail with him around 1995; he seemed cool. Once in a blue moon, you find something about my father. But now there's an art teacher out there with my name. Weird.

Hmm, there's also a British Land Use Consultant.

Haircut One Hundred

Somehow this web site made it onto a cool hair cut web page on CacheBeauty.com. Weird.

Wedding Pictures

Aunt Pam sent some wedding pictures she took with her digital camera. I think they turned out pretty well.

Rehearsal Dinner

Christina's mom, me and Christina.

The Dress

Giving Away the Bride

After the Ceremony

(left to right) Father Ed, my mom, Christina, Jeannine Abbinanti, my cousin Sean, me, my dad and Uncle Gary.