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Welcome to my Web site. My name is Chris, and I’ll be your host. I live in Austin, Texas, with my partner, Ray, and our child dog, Mocha. You can read more about me, learn 100 random things about me, and if you’re wondering what the heck a khowaga is, click here. Feel free to browse, read, and leave comments!

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Of Doors and Windows

Friday, January 8th, 2010

A blanket thanks to everyone who commented or messaged or Facebooked or Twittered (Tweeted?  Twitted?) the past couple of days.

Ray is doing OK — he’s still not entirely sure what to do with himself all day long, but that’s probably to be expected.  On the flip side, he’s giving serious thought to going to school full time this spring semester since he’s pretty close to being able to claim an Associate’s degree–were it not for the fact that two of the classes he has left to take have to be done in sequence, he could knock it out this semester, but even so he can probably have it in hand after the first summer term.  And we’ve done the budget, and things are going to be tight — no more frivolous purchases for a while, but we’re not going to be starving.

He hasn’t quite reached the anger stage yet — I am still expecting to come home one afternoon to find “Death to Dell” splashed on the wall in chocolate syrup.  Seems only fair.

On the way in this morning, I was hearing news about the economic forecast — the recession is slowing down!  Less jobs are being lost!

Is this supposed to be a consolation?  Or am I just finally realizing how full of shit the media is?  And by “Media” I mean “NPR,” since god knows I can’t watch CNN or any of the other major news outlets … and certainly not Fox.  Yes, things are looking up.  Unless you happen to be one of the seven million people who’ve lost their job since this mess started.

I blame the Bush administration.  I don’t know why it’s their fault, but it just is.  Makes me feel better.  Also helps me forget my disillusionment with the Obama administration.

On another note.  If you haven’t been following my 365 project, check it out.  Yesterday’s photo garnered a lot of attention on Flickr, much to my surprise.  The photos that seem to be popular are the ones that I’m putting the least thought into.  What does that say about me?  I wonder.

Anyway.  It’s a cold weekend down here in Texas (it’s currently 24 F, -4 C), and I know we’re still likely better off than most everyone else.  Hope you’re keeping warm!

P.S. And, no, I’m not talking about the game last night.

So … now what?

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

What if you threw a wave and no-one came?

I’m usually not one of the first adopters of new technology.  Ray does not have this problem–he had a PS2 when they were still camping outside of Best Buy based on rumors that there might be one with a dented case stashed somewhere in the back.  We did get the Samsung Instinct on the day of launch (and … I won’t say we’ve regretted it ever since, but it didn’t live up to the hype).

So, when Google announced its new “the future of e-mail” product, Google Wave, I wanted in.  I begged, borrowed, and pleaded for someone to get me an invitation.  It just looked so cooool.  Plus, it took its name from the communication system used in the much beloved (by me, anyway) Firefly universe.  What’s not to love?

After putting out feelers via Facebook, I eventually got an invite from a friend I haven’t seen since college who now lives in Brazil … and shortly thereafter was offered one by the husband of a friend I haven’t seen since high school, and I excitedly signed up.

And this is about what I saw:

“Helloooo?” I echoed into the empty void.  “Is anyone in here?  Is this thing *squeal* on?”

Indeed, far from being the future of e-mail, Google Wave has turned out to be this thing I look at every couple of weeks just to see if I have more contacts than I did before.  I tried sending out a test wave to people that I know who are on it, just to see what the heck it does, and apparently they (*coughChristinecoughWillcough*) never check it either.  Google Wave is supposed to be your primary communication system, but it doesn’t sync or notify your other e-mail accounts, and, of course, you can’t configure another e-mail program to check Wave since that would defeat the purpose of it being all Web 2.0-y.  You have to log in regularly to see if you have another wave (funny, I don’t recall this ever being a problem on Firefly), which is easy to forget when you’re staring out at a vast, empty desert.

Googling (ironic, in’nit?) reveals that this, along with not understanding how the bloody thing works, seem to be the two most common reactions to the Future of the InterWebz.

Seriously, it’s starting to look like the biggest tech failure since HD-DVD or BetaMax.  There might be a good idea in there somewhere, but half of us can’t figure out what the stupid program is for, nor do we know enough people with access to actually use the program appropriately.  I think Google might have shot itself in the foot with the limited number of invitations.

Well, until yesterday.  Now I have 20 more to distribute.  E-mail me if you want one, but you have to promise to add me as a contact … and explain to me what the damned thing is for.  OK?

12 of 12: September 2009

Sunday, September 13th, 2009

Howdy, 12ers!  How was your month?

Down here in Central Texas, we’ve been in a severe drought for the past two years.  We also had a record number of days this summer over 100 degrees F (~38 C).  So, today, when it turned out to be gray, rainy, and rather chilly (72 degrees ~ 21 C), no one complained much.

It’s raining!  It’s raining!

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This was not, however, the unanimous opinion of everyone in our household.

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Some dogs love to play in water.  Mocha does not.  She is terrified of standing water (we still tell stories about the time we took her down to Wimberley to play in the Blanco River.  We finally picked her up and deposited her in the foot-deep river and she proceeded to clamp on to Ray’s leg and wouldn’t let go.

This applies to rain, too.

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*wistful sigh*

Ray went off to take a test for his online Texas government class (did you know that all college students in Texas are required to take a course in Texas government?  I didn’t — I only did my master’s here.  Thank God it doesn’t apply to graduate students, because I’d have been pissed to waste my money on that … )

I watched Top Chef.

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It’s funny how, after Top Chef, I was hungry.  Fortunately, it was lunchtime.  Flatbread pizzas!

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Mid afternoon, the rain slows down.  I realize that I’m not sure Mocha has been outside to “take care of business” so to speak, so I went out in the yard to try to coax her out.

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Rain drops on the oleander.

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And here’s my dog, having made it five whole feet off the porch into the yard, ready to bolt at the sign of any threatening raindrops.

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Back inside, Mocha decides she’s bored.  Really, really bored.  If you own a dog, you know that this is not her problem, it’s ours.

And, yes, that is the hand-knotted silk Kayseri rug that I brought back from Turkey.  She loves it so.

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OK, the first thing we have to do is KILL THE PURPLE BEAR!!!

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And then we (that would be me and Ray) have to throw the purple bear.  Over and over and over.  Mocha’s not so good at bringing it back, but she’s pretty good at catching it.

My, that was exciting!  And when YOUR life gets exciting, it’s good to have the people at Mutual of Omaha Messina Hof Vineyards to turn to.

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And, so, as the day winds down toward dinner and a movie, I take a break to update the maps on my GPS and discover that Sarah McLachlan is on Austin City Limits.  (Sarah McLachlan was on campus three buildings over and I didn’t know about it??  I am totally straight for Sarah.)

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… and that’s my boring, rainy day at home.

And how was YOUR 12th?

I’m Proud of My Boyfriend

Friday, May 22nd, 2009

OK, change from the usual snark (but don’t worry – it’ll be back right after these messages).

If you didn’t blink whilst reading my December 12 of 12 (because I just know that you’re all memorizing every factoid I throw out here … and I only mean that sarcastically to most of my readers), you may recall that I mentioned that Ray was going back to school.  Yup, many years later he decided to go back and finish his BBA, so he enrolled at classes at the new extension campus right up the street from us.

Well, his first semester is now over.  He managed to attend every single class (the temptation to skip at least one of the Monday/Wednesday evening classes would have been great with me), including the one that met at 8:30 on Saturday mornings.  And now it’s all over, what with the finals and the grades and all.

He’s bummed because he didn’t get the grade that he wanted in macroeconomics (I’m pretty sure I got a B in that class myself), but he made it through his first semester back (and, despite what he says, his grades are just fine.  The prof is a tough grader — and I’m not just saying that to be reassuring, either).

Now he’s going the ambitious route and registered for three courses in the summer, even passing up going to Turkey with me so that he could keep going.  (But I’ve already made him promise to figure out how to go to Puerto Rico with me in September for a conference.  Honest.  It’s for a conference).

But anyway, even if he’s not happy with his perfectly respectable grade in macroecon, I’m proud of him for going back and getting through the first semester.  It’s all downhill from here!

Oh, and his birthday is Sunday, too :)   Happy birthday, sweetie!  I love you!

Netiquette

Friday, May 8th, 2009

Today’s rant from Chris™ involves the arrival in my e-mail inbox of requests for money.

I’m not talking about those bogus “Nigerian” businessmen who send stupid messages like, “I am the wife of so-and-so.  My husband was beaten to death with badminton rackets after winning a game against the local military strongman/smoothie franchise owner.  I just happen to have $80 zillion that needs to be deposited somewhere, and your bank account is as good a place as, say, a Swiss bank account.  You just have to send me $1,000 first.  Whaddya say?”

I’m talking about legitimate requests for money from people that I actually know.

I am reminded, for example, of the time a few years ago that an e-mail arrived from an old college friend.  She was going a run in support of AIDS research and needed people to sponsor her.  While I’m all about supporting AIDS research, I support the cause directly through the mandatory voluntary charity program we have set up through payroll and … the message asking for sponsorship was the first communication I’d had from her in nearly five years.  I had no idea where she was living, what she was doing in her life, and, frankly, was pretty sure she had the same amount of information about me.

Contrary to feeling honored to be part of an important process, I felt kind of like she’d sent a broadband message to her entire address book (which is, I’m sure, what she actually did).  Etiquette would normally dictate a semi-personal follow up directed individually to me that would sort of soothe that rough patch over.  Such a message didn’t come.  I did get routine messages of increasing frequency detailing the amount of money she still needed to raise, but … I actually felt a little insulted.

I didn’t donate, and, as callous as it may sound, I don’t feel that guilty about it.  Just one message to me individually would have swung my opinion.  Just one.

The organization that I went to Saudi Arabia with in 2005 sends me requests for money so frequently that I have the address set to filter directly into my junk mail folder.  I know they’re teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, but knowing the guy in charge, I’m not sure that would be a bad thing.

I just got another one from a colleague who works for a non-profit.  Their funding has been cut this year, and the doyenne of this particular organization sent a message to “twenty select friends” asking them to contribute $1,000 each to help her make up the shortfall.  While I like this woman personally, and I think the work that she does is important, I have issues with the way she does it.  Also, and more importantly, I don’t have $1,000 laying around that I can donate.

Her message was, at least individually addressed, but … I’m not a huge fan of requests like these.  What if the shortfall continues next year?  If I manage to find money somewhere (I could, theoretically, use one of my work accounts and buy an institutional membership in her organization), am I going to be expected to contribute next year?  I’m not sure I want to establish that precedent.  Provide me with a more solvent business plan and I’ll consider it.

I realize this all goes to make me sound like a stingy bastard, and perhaps I am.  I’m also an underpaid public servant whose savings account balance can’t ever seem to hit four digits.  If you want money from me, you need to make a good case for it.

What say you all?

 

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