vacation 2012: part 1

Yeah.

So I said that I’d try to write something every day while I was on vacation.  I lied.

Ruins of the British soldiers barracks at Crown Point, NY

It is now Friday evening, and Cy, “T”, Dad, Diane and I have just returned to the Cornwall house from dinner in Middlebury – Dad’s treat!  Most in the group got some variant of Thai food.  I opted for a sushi plate, which was quite good.  We’re all back at the house now (it’s about 9:00).  Cy and “T” are busying themselves with last-minute packing details (the three of us are leaving for Magnetawan in the morning), Diane and I are both playing on our computers and Dad is doing his best to take pictures of the incredible sky using an old point-and-shoot camera – I haven’t the heart to tell him that it’s never going to work.

The new Champlain Bridge

The GBB’s concert last night went fairly well.  The crowd seemed to be larger than last year’s was, and it was extremely receptive of the band, which sounded pretty good – and I should know, because I  was late getting back to the stage and watched the first selection of the concert’s second half (West Side Story) from the picnic grounds.  All of the folks in the band who I talked to had a great trip and – judging by several of their posts on Facebook – we wouldn’t be averse to making a third trip to Middlebury.  This won’t happen next year, of course (we’re booked for the international trombone federation in Columbus), but maybe in 2014.

Champlain Lighthouse

I spent most of yesterday tooling around Shoreham in the morning – driving on a bunch of dirt roads near Lake Champlain, eating a late breakfast at the Halfway House, visiting Mom’s tree by the historical society….just reacquainting myself with the old hometown.  Around noon, I went to Middlebury and walked around the cemetery – took a number of pictures, but nothing really caught my eye.  At one o’clock, I hooked up with Cy and the two of us moved percussion equipment from the fine arts building to the stage (a trip of about 200 yards).  The rest of the day was sort of hectic – sound check at 4:00, back to Cornwall for a quick shower, back to the stage for the performance.  After the gig, Cy and I and one of the percussionists moved all the percussion equipment back to the fine arts center and then he and I went to the Two Brothers Tavern in town for a bit of supper.  I ended up getting back to the house at around midnight last night and crashed.  Totally exhausted.

On Wednesday, the day after I arrived in Cornwall, I slept until nearly 9:00, went for a quick 2-mile walk on Clark Road, and then drove to Crown Point, NY.  Spent several hours there walking around the ruins of the two forts on the site (one British, one French).  I never knew that there was an actual historic site there, so it was fun.  Both of the forts were pre-revolution.  The French one – Fort St. Frederic – was built in the 1730s and was never taken (the French destroyed in in 1759 when faced with an overwhelming British force during the French & Indian (aka 7 Years) War.  Almost immediately, the British began construction of a much larger fortification – which was never finished and was taken by American forces in 1775.  Both sets of ruins have been declared National Historic Sites and have not been reconstructed.

Seagull as seen from the top of the Champlain Bridge

Also at the site is the newly-completed (2011) Champlain Bridge, which is really what I drove over there to see.

Wednesday evening I was back at Cy’s place where we hosted a small gathering of GBB members who were in town along with many of their hosts.  I’d been expecting only 5 or 6 people, so it was great to have closer to 10 (maybe 18-20, hosts included).  We hung around, eating chips, drinking good local beer and socializing until perhaps 9:30, when a good number of the band – myself included – went to the Two Brothers  Tavern (they must love us there), ostensibly to play trivia.  As it turned out, we were far too late for the trivia contest, so I ended up playing darts with Matt (the previously-mentioned percussionist) for about two hours before coming back to Cornwall.

House on the Vermont side of the Champlain Bridge

As I stated earlier, tomorrow is a travel day and I probably won’t have much to say.  If I get to Ahmic early enough, however, there may be some pictures.

More pictures from the last three days, by the way, are here.  I’ll continue to add to that album as the vacation continues.

TWD

let’s hit the road

It seems like it’s been about 20 years since I’ve typed the following words, but in actuality, it’s been only 2: After just one more day of work, I’m setting off for Canada.

To be sure, I’ll actually be setting my GPS for Middlebury, VT, at about 4:00 AM Tuesday; but, after spending about three days there, it’s off to glorious Magnetawan – the home-away-from-home that I was unable to get to last year, and which I’ve sorely missed for the last 700+ days.  It will be a different town than I remember, largely because the Downtown General Store, the anchor of Magnetawan, Ontario’s business district for as long as anyone can remember, was completely destroyed by fire last summer in what appears to be a case of arson.  Due to the difficulties in zoning, registrations, and other political things, the store is not going to be rebuilt; and life on Ahmic Lake may never be the same for the hundreds (perhaps thousands) of summer residents.  Be that as it may, the charm of Ahmic lies in the beauty of the area, the relationships among the lake dwellers and the regular townsfolk, and the relatively carefree days of summer in the lakes region of Ontario.  No matter how many times I visit (but for the skip last year, this would have been my 20th summer on the lake), I am always awed by how fantastic I feel after my first dip in the lake, and I’m always worried that I’m going to do something foolish like call my boss and tell him that I’m never coming back.

We make a cute couple, eh?

I will, of course, be coming back to Duluth again this year; but not before making a stop in Waukegan, as I mentioned in my last entry.  My plan at this point is to leave Canada on the (early) morning of July 12th and travel to Illinois Beach State Park for a few days of camping, rehearsing with the Chicago Brass Band, watching Amy play in a few gigs, and hopefully getting to spend some time with her when she’s not gigging.  Her schedule sounds like it will be fairly busy for the three days that I’m in Illinois – busy enough so that I briefly considered not making the trip.  “Briefly,” however, is the key word.

Amy, by the way, did indeed make it down to Atlanta last Friday night.  On Saturday, we spent some time at a local AT&T store – she needed a new phone and some gizmos to go with it, and I get a pretty hefty discount on the gizmos – and then I introduced her to the magic of the south’s most established eatery (Waffle House) before dragging her with me to a performance by the GBB at the annual International Euphonium Institute.  It wasn’t the band’s best showing, but I didn’t embarrass myself, which was nice.

We’d planned to spend last night watching movies, but both of us were pretty wiped out by midnight and we ended up falling asleep halfway through the first one we started watching (My Cousin Vinnie).

Today found us at the Georgia Aquarium, where we wandered around looking at fish and taking pictures for several hours before I rather unwillingly took her to the airport for her return flight to Illinois.  I received a message from her as I began writing this that she’s landed in Milwaukee and will be home in another hour.  Good news there.  I still don’t trust planes, though I know I’ll be on a few of them as this year winds down.

I know I’ve already gotten slack about updating this blog again, but I’ll do my best to at least get a few paragraphs in each day during the vacation – at least as long as I’ve got internet access.  Unlike my days at home, there should be plenty to write about while I’m away.

For starters, I can fill y’all in on my trip to Gettysburg (last week).  I probably should do that now, but I’m getting ready for a trip, you see.  I’m sort of busy.

TWD

back to the grind

So it’s been a couple of weeks since my sojourn to Chicago and life in Atlanta hasn’t changed much since then. I still go to work every day and wish that I could have almost any other job in the world.  I still walk a few miles in the mornings and take longer treks on the weekends.  I still have rehearsals on Tuesdays, still listen to my friend Robin play his guitar and sing on Wednesdays, still feed the feral cats most mornings, still have lots of jobs that need to be done around the house.

I guess about the only thing that has changed in the last two weeks is that I’ve been a happier guy.  And yeah – that’s pretty much a direct consequence of my Chicago trip.  Amy and I have had several long talks in the last two weeks and, though we don’t know exactly how things are going to work, we’re both pretty sure that they are going to work.  That makes me happy.  And that’s all I’m going to say about that for now.

Work really has been a complete drag since I switched to DLSO.  It’s bad enough that I really don’t understand what it is that we’re trying to accomplish.  What makes it worse is that the other Atlanta guy – the one who I was actually sort of looking forward to working with – doesn’t seem to have the capacity to shut up. Today, for example, he decided to spend twenty minutes reciting to me all of the company acronyms that he could think of – knowing that the over-abundance of acronyms in my job is one of the things that really pisses me off.  He’s a nice enough guy, but sheesh!  STOP TALKING ALREADY.

With that notable exception, today wasn’t all that bad.  I got volunteered to write the procedures for some failover testing that we’ll be doing tomorrow and it was the most useful I’ve felt in a month.  Nothing huge – just filling in some server names and determining in what order they should be shut off or turned on – but I was doing something tangible and it felt good.  I keep telling myself that if I can just hang in there until the actual technical trials start, I’ll be okay.  Time will tell.

It is currently pouring down rain for about the third of fourth time today.  I don’t mind, as it’s keeping the temperature down and it always sounds nice to me; but every time we get big storms I have to wonder what’s happening to my roof – and I have to wonder how fast my grass is going to grow.  I just mowed the lawns last Saturday, and it’d be nice not to have to do it again really soon, particularly as my next two weekends are booked and I’ll be going to Canada for three weeks after that.

Booked weekends?  Yes!  This coming Friday, I’ll be heading for Gettysburg, PA, immediately after work.  Amy will be playing there with the Athena Brass Band on Saturday afternoon, and that seemed like a good enough excuse to make the trip.  I also intend to kidnap her on Sunday and bring her back to Atlanta until Monday night.

The following weekend, the Georgia Brass Band will be playing at the International Euphonium Institute’s grand finale on Saturday night – and plans are in the works for a certain red-headed friend of mine to fly to Atlanta on Friday to take in the Saturday show and learn a bit more about my adopted city on Sunday.

After tucking her back into a plane on that Sunday, I’ll have one more day of work to snore through before putting my happy ass in the Audi and heading to Vermont, where – on June 28th – the GBB will play a benefit concert for the Sheldon Museum, and from there I’ll make my way up to Magnetawan to spend 10 days or so at glorious Ahmic Lake before picking my way southwestward between two rather larger lakes in order to spend another two or three days in Waukegan.  Then it’ll be, yet again, back to the grind.

I think I’ll still be pretty happy, though.

TWD

we want details!

I’m sure that you’re all just on pins and needles wondering about how my trip to Waukegan went, and so I’ll begin this little tome by stating that I have been dead tired for the last couple of days at work.  I got very little sleep on Monday night and not much more last night.  Work has been, to put it mildly, less than stimulating these last two days.  A number of phone calls, lots of reading, occasionally looking at a spreadsheet…the usual.

On the bright side, however, I now have an actual co-worker working in my office with me!  The last time this happened was in (I believe) the summer of 2008, which is when I made a lateral move away from the television company into the metrics group.  You may recall that all of my colleagues and my boss were located in Texas for that gig.  When I made the jump to Digital Life at the beginning of this month, all of my new colleagues were in Texas.  As of yesterday, however, Atlanta has two people in Digital Life, and I finally have a guy in the office with whom I can commiserate (and, hopefully, get some better work done).  For the last couple of days, I’ve been spending a lot of time helping him get software set up and find documentation on things that we’re supposed to know, but we’ve spent some time chatting and learning backgrounds and talents, etc. and I think we might make a pretty good Atlanta team.

You don’t want to hear about all that, though, right?  You want all the spicy details of this romantic liaison in Waukegan.

Keep dreaming, people.  This isn’t a tell-all.

It’s a tell-some, though, so here’s a quick run-down of the weekend.  I left Atlanta at around 3:30AM last Saturday and made the drive to my hotel in Waukegan, arriving a little after 3:00 in the afternoon (central time). Amy was working until 6:00, so I had time to take a shower, do a little NABBA business, and worry about what I was going to wear for a planned dinner date.  After spending an hour getting more and more nervous and toying with the idea of feigning a computer emergency and returning to Atlanta, I walked outside to await the arrival of my reason for making the trip.

Spent some time thinking of clever opening lines and so I was perfectly prepared to greet Amy with, “Hi!  Tom Day! Damned glad to meetcha!”

I was prepared to say that, but I don’t think I actually managed to get it out.  I think it was more like, “Hi,” followed by a hug.

Pleasantries done, we went to eat some pizza at The Quonset Hut pizza place.  It was good pizza.  And the menu was no-nonsense: “Pizza.  Your choice of sausage, pepperoni, and/or cheese.”  Okay, there might have been a few other toppings to choose from, but not many.  I believe we also had a couple of beers.
Romantic dinner.  Check.  After the pizza, we went to the Illinois Beach State Park, parked the car, and walked to the edge of Lake Michigan, where – because it was freaking freezing – we nodded at the water and went back to the car.  Long romantic walk on the beach.  Check.  Following that, we went to a coffee shop and talked until it closed. Stimulating conversation.  Check.

On Sunday, Amy played a church gig in the morning and we spent most of the rest of the day in downtown Chicago, where we did touristy things like going to the restaurant at the top of the John Hancock Center, visiting the Chicago water tower (survived the Chicago fire) and hanging out at a coffee shop.  More stimulation conversation.

Monday found us in Elmhurst, IL, where Amy played in a quintet for a Memorial Day parade and I shot a bunch of pictures.

If you’d like to view pictures of the weekend and the parade, they’re here in my SmugMug account.

And that’s that.

TWD

a day in columbus, a weekend in waukegan

The GBB played our concert for the International Trumpeters Guild at Columbus State University this afternoon, so I took the day off from work to do it.

In a normal life, that would’ve meant that the individual taking the day off could sleep for an extra hour or two.  In my life, that doesn’t happen unless I go out of town.  The cats seem to think that 6:00 is when the day starts, and I really don’t get a say in the matter.  So I rolled out of bed, gave the kitties their breakfasts, and walked about 3.2 miles.

I should mention that my new morning route is a bit over 3 miles now – I added the extra mile after last weekend, when I explored a new road and figured that I could make the 3-mile hike work in the mornings now that I’m so close to the office.

After the walk, I went to the old office (yes, I showered first) to pick up a print-out from the plotter there, then got my hair cut and drove the 2 hours down to Columbus to have lunch with Joe (music director) before our 2:30 call time.

You’d think that, when you order a slice of pizza from a pizza restaurant, you’d get it in less than an hour.  You’d think that.  So did a good number of the band.  Apparently, that’s not the way things work in Columbus. What was supposed to be a leisurely lunch followed by an equally-leisure stroll to the venue with plenty of time to spare turned out to be a lot of waiting, followed by wolfing down food, followed by running to the venue.

Once there, while waiting for the rehearsal hall to open, I talked to Cy and learned that Dad and Diane will be on hand for the GBB concert in Middlebury next month.  Excellent!

The ITG concert itself went very well.  It’s hard not to have a great time when you’re playing to an extremely enthusiastic packed house.  Several standing O’s and good vibes all around.  Then another 2-hour trip back to Duluth, and the day is pretty much over.

I mention the two 2-hour trips because I’ll be making a couple of 13-hour trips in the next four days.  Early on Saturday morning, I’ll be hitting the road for Waukegan, Illinois.  Why would I do this?  Why not?  Doesn’t Waukegan sound like the perfect getaway for a Memorial Day weekend?

Actually, I’m going up there to spend a couple of days getting to know more about this trumpet-playing woman who was mentioned a few days ago in this blog.  The two of us came to the conclusion that, after having sent a few hundred texts and emails to each over the last two months, and after having spent a sizable percentage of the last couple of weeks on the phone, maybe actually hanging out together would be a good idea.  So I’ll be driving up there on Saturday morning (arriving Saturday afternoon) and coming back Monday morning (arriving home Monday night).  In between those two anchors, the only plan at this point is to catch a church service at which she’s playing on Sunday.  The rest of the time, we’ll just see what happens.  I’ve never spent any time in Chicago, so tourism is likely.  There is, supposedly, some really good pizza up there – and I’m guessing it doesn’t take an hour to get it – so food is also likely.  6-hour conversations are also quite likely.

Interesting side-note here.  Google Chrome does not like the word “Waukegan,” and keeps recommending that I replace it with “Milwaukee.”

On this day in history, something probably happened.  I don’t feel like looking it up, though.

TWD

the walkin’ dude meets bacon s’mores

Sometime last year, I started walking.  Theoretically, it was for exercise and fresh air and blah blah blah; but – in reality – it was just because I found a cool app for my phone that would track me with GPS and draw little maps of where I walked and let me do flyovers of my path via Google Earth.  Sure, I figured I could use the exercise, too.  However, I grew bored with the maps and I was so completely out of shape that my calves screamed at me every time I walked more than about half a mile; so I basically gave it up.

Then, right around the time I got my bonus this year (March), I spotted some stuff made by the Withings Corporation that looked really cool – namely, a wi-fi scale that also tracks body mass and a blood pressure gauge that connects to my phone and stores the information over time.  I also saw a cool little wi-fi pedometer that doubles as a sleep monitor.  So, as is my wont to do, I splurged on toys with a hunk of my bonus (after paying a bunch of bills) and bought all three of the ones that I just mentioned.

See, I really like statistics, and I like for them to be usable and applicable to my life, but I hate having to collect them.  Small data sets suck. If you’re (for example) trying to graph your weight over time, you have to keep track of what it is every time you take it and then live with the fact that, at least for a few months, you’re not really going to see any trending.  You’re just going to see a bunch of data points.

That bores the snot out of me.

With the Withings Scale and Blood-Pressure thingy, though, I don’t have to keep track.  I just step on the scale (or take my BP), and the information is magically transported to an account that I set up online.  The pedometer does the same thing with steps taken and elevation changes and how many times I wake up during the night.  On my little online profile, it asks what my motivation is for exercising.  My answer is, truthfully, “I like playing with stats.”

So, naturally, I decided to start walking a lot more.  After all, I’d still get the cool mappy things plus I’d have more steps and more data points.  Also, since we would assume that regular exercise will result in weight loss, a lower fat content, and a more stable blood pressure, walking would allow me to have more interesting trend lines with the Withings products.

An interesting side-note has occurred, though:  my calves don’t hurt any more.  I went out last weekend and walked 8 miles on Saturday and 5 on Sunday, and my only real complaint was that the music list on my iphone – which I’d chosen based on the tempo of the songs being around 131 beats per minute, was too damned slow.

So I’ve upgraded my set list with tunes of around 137 BPM now.  I’m walking faster and farther and getting lots of good data to graph (elevation, time spent, average speed, total distance, etc.) and I’m also getting to know my way around neighborhoods that – though I’ve lived in them for 13 years – I never knew.

The weight, btw, is going down.  I think I’ve lost about 9 pounds since the middle of April.  Jury’s still out on the blood pressure, but I’m going to give the walking thing at least 6 more months before I break down and go to a doctor.  That’s just the way I roll.

If you’re curious, I’m closing in on 100 miles.  Not bad for a guy who was basically sedentary until two months ago.

I got an email from a friend today linking to a recipe for whiskey and caramel s’mores with bacon.  You might think that that sounds disgusting.  I think normal s’mores sound disgusting (hell – normal s’mores are disgusting and you’ve known it since you turned about 7 years old), but with the bacon, whiskey and caramel….I think it sounds pretty awesome.

On this day in history, Charles Lindbergh landed in Paris.  That was in 1927, I believe.  Exactly 5 years later, Amelia Earhart completed her own trans-Atlantic flight.

Friggin’ plagiarist.

TWD

let’s get this party re-started

he rest of my team (based in Dallas) is getting a bit silly this afternoon in our chatroom, so now seems like a good time to update this long-abandoned blog and catch everyone up on what’s been going on in my life in the last 5 months.  I apologize profusely if you’ve been checking in regularly to either this little bit of fluff or to the other blog (which has also gone fallow since January).  So I’ll let a “Leading With Distinction”(1) video play through my headphones while I attempt to write with distraction.
I guess the biggest change in my life since I last sat down to type here deals with what I do for a living.  You may all recall that I’ve been writing metrics reports for the last 4 or 5 years.  That career came to an abrupt end on May 1st, when I accepted a position as a senior network support dude in the newly-created Digital Life Service Operations group (DLSO).  So what do I actually do now?  Your guess is nearly as good as mine.

Theoretically, the people in my group are tasked with supporting a series of systems that will be the background of my company’s new Digital Life (DL) product.  Very little is known about DL at this point – even by those of us who are supposed to be supporting it.  This is because it hasn’t really been released in the United States.  There are about 20 houses in the country right now that have been outfitted with the DL hardware and those houses are our “alpha” test of the system.  Plans are in the works for a much larger technical trial in Atlanta and Dallas beginning sometime next month (and, with any luck, my own house will be included in that trial), but – as an example of how quickly things can move in this business – a lot of the systems that DLSO will be supporting haven’t been invented yet.  One hopes that they will be invented in time for the tech trials.  So you might be wondering what it is that I’ve been doing for the last 17 days if my job is to support systems that haven’t been written.  That would be a fair thing to wonder.  I’ve wondered it myself for most of the last 17 days.

Basically, I’ve been doing a lot of reading about high-level systems architecture and process flow.  So – if I were allowed to say, and I most definitely am not allowed to say – I could tell you exactly how the overall system is going to work; but I couldn’t tell you the first thing about the individual components within the system that will make it work.  And those individual components – the ones that I don’t know about – the ones that don’t yet exist – are the things that my team and I are charged with supporting.
How did someone like me wind up in such a screwed-up situation?  I mean, I’m a generally cautious guy, right?  I don’t just leap into things that I can’t handle and hope, right? 

Well….yeah.  I do do stupid things like that all the time.  That’s how I ended up in Atlanta in the first place, remember?  In this particular case, however, it wasn’t about being either stupid and/or overly-cocky at all.  The road to today started during a staff meeting with the metrics group about two months ago, during which a new acronym – AGR – was introduced.  I’m not going to say exactly what AGR stands for because, frankly, I don’t know if anybody at the company spends their days trolling the internet looking for blogs that say bad things about ATT.  If there is such a person, I don’t want to make his or her job easier by including specific search strings in my blog, ya know?  So I won’t tell you what AGR stands for, but I will tell you what it means.  Loosely translated, it means, “There’s a damned good chance that TWD’s job is going to be sent to the Czech Republic by the end of 2012 because there’s a guy in the Czech Republic who’s willing to do TWD’s job for a salary equal to approximately 30% of TWD’s salary.”

So I made a phone call to the DLSO group, learned a little bit about the new product, and was offered a job about two weeks later.  It was really that simple.  I didn’t even formally apply for this job.  I was merely curious about the DL product.  When I was informed that my “interview” had beaten out 250 other applicants, and assured that AGR will not affect DLSO, I accepted the job.  And there it is.  For the last 17 days, I’ve been reading documentation – and writing some – for products that don’t exist.

In other news, the 30th annual NABBA championships were held in Cincinnati, OH, during the last weekend of March, and the weekend seemed to go pretty well.  The Atlantic Brass Band took top honors for the second straight year and it’s nice to see a different band at the top of the pile.  Prior to last year, the Fountain City Brass Band out of Kansas City had been on a 4- or 5-year tear.  I’m not a fan of juggernauts.

In the First Section (the section in which my own band would normally compete), Central Ohio won for the 4th year in a row (5 out of the last 6 have gone to the COBB).  I’ve started to give their director just the tiniest little bit of grief that she’s not moving the band up to the Championship Section, but she seems determined to stay where she is.  Hopefully, the Georgia Brass Band will re-enter the contest next year (after a two-year hiatus) and, also hopefully, the GBB will knock the COBB kings from their thrones.

I also met and have begun corresponding with a delightful cornet-playing lady from one of the top-level bands.  We shall see where that leads, if anywhere, but it’s nice in any case to have another friend with whom to talk about music and brass banding.

About a month ago, one of the feral kittens – from last year’s basket o’ feral kittens – had two feral kittens of her own (in the box that I built for them, no less).  The cat, who I call Daphne, is a very sweet little girl and also very tiny.  I honestly didn’t think that she was physically capable of producing offspring, but had been trying to tame her enough to get her fixed anyway.  So when I walked onto the deck last month and realized that she’d given birth to two normal-looking kits, it was a bit strange.  She seemed happy and healthy enough, though, so I started reaching out to friends to see if any of them were interested in getting a brand-new, never-been-used kitten or two.  None of them were interested; but, as it turned out, I was a bit premature in my attempts to find the babies homes.  Both of them were dead by the middle of the afternoon.  At first I thought they might have died just from being too small – until I noticed that one of them had had its head separated from its body.  I’m guessing that these deaths were not of natural causes.  Daphne, however, has remained as sweet as ever, and I still plan to have her fixed.

Death in my little feral family is not limited to kittens.  Fleck, one of my favorite older cats, appears to be ready to pack it in.  He may have done so already, in fact, as I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon.  His weight has dropped dramatically over the last month and he doesn’t seem to be eating much.  I suppose I could get him in a carrier and take him to be euthanized, but he honestly doesn’t appear to be suffering.  When I saw him yesterday, he made a few little happy meowing sounds at me and kneaded the air while I scratched his head and tried to decide what to do about him.  In the end, I decided to go the route described by James Herriott in one of his veterinarian books – I’ll let Fleck take a chance and see what he decides to do with it.

So as not to end on such a morbid note, I’ll point out that the GBB will be playing at the International Trumpeters Guild (ITG) conference in Columbus next week.  This is sort of a big deal for the band, as trumpet players (and other brass players) from around the world will be in attendance; and the GBB has a pretty primo slot on the schedule.  In addition to a number of standard brass band pieces, we’ll also be doing two works with soloists – two trumpeters from the Atlanta Symphony along with the trumpet instructor at the University of Georgia.  All three are fantastic players and the band is also sounding very good as of late.  It should be a good show.

I know I’ve said this countless times before, but I shall once again make it a point to try to keep this thing updated more frequently.  If you’ve got ideas about what I can write about, please….bring ’em on!

The word of the day, by the way, is “pip.”   As in, “There are a bunch of little birds and they’re pipping at me.”

TWD


1. Leading With Distinction is a program started within ATT a couple of years ago.  Basically, it’s a series of assemblies, each headed up by some sort of senior officer, theoretically designed to ensure that everybody at the company gets all hyped up about watching senior officers lead assemblies.  Each assembly is recorded and can be viewed later via a browser.  Participating in the assemblies, either live or recorded, is required.  As such, I would estimate that 98% of all employees do the same thing: start a recording and then do something else until it’s over.  Just like those assemblies you had to sit through in high school.

history, politics and cat houses

I’ll get back to that story idea some other time.  For today, I’ll just throw a bunch of unrelated tripe into this little space and call it good.  For starters, the word of the day is fetial, which means, “Concerned with declarations of war and treaties of peace.”  Can I use the word in a sentence?  Of  course I can.

George W. Bush will go down in history not only as a buffoon, but also as a virtual fetial priest.

Not bad, huh?  It should also give an idea of my political leanings to those of you who haven’t spent the last 7 years hanging on my every word.   I’m not completely liberal, but I’ve found that I’m growing ever more so – no doubt because of the absurdity of Bush and his minions coming into power so soon after that caricature of a human, Newton Leroy Gingrich, did everything he could to take the civility out of civil service.


Moving on.


On this day in 1896, Utah became the 45th state.   That fact alone should be enough to set me off on a tangent about Mormonism, but it won’t.  For the record, I don’t have much of a beef with the LDS church.  My family fed and hung out with numerous “elders” on their church missions in my youth, and my favorite uncle was a member of the church for several years, which resulted in me getting to see a well-designed genealogy on my father’s side.  It’s true that that same uncle later cut ties with the LDS after they basically ignored him when he was in the hospital; and it’s true that the LDS is incredibly homophobic and Salt Lake City has a horrendous teen suicide rate at least in part because Mormon kids get their heads screwed up young, but I’m not going to go off on that tangent.


Instead, I’ll go off on the tangent of trigonometry.  For the last few weeks, I’ve been hanging out at a website called KahnAcademy.org.  The site has a few thousand instructional videos, including many on algebra, calculus and trig.  One of the videos that I viewed today gave me a great way to remember how to determine sines, cosines, and tangents of angles in a right triangle: SOH CAH TOA.  Simply put, the sine is the opposite side over the hypotenuse.  The cosine is the adjacent side over the hypotenuse.  The tangent (hence my being on this tangent) is the opposite side over the adjacent side.  


I’d never heard that mnemonic device before.  It was all theta to me (ha!  Trig humor).


Had I decided to go with the story idea that I mentioned in the last post, today’s Post-A-Day topic is this:

Maybe its tying your shoelaces, or parallel parking cars, but we all have something very simple that we just don’t do very well. Write about yours.

One of my feral feline friends, Fleck, snacks
on a plate of cheese in his custom-built cat house

Well.  For now, we’ll just leave aside the fact that a blog devoted to inspiring writers by coming up with Post-A-Day topics just screwed up the word “it’s” and we’ll concentrate on what was being asked.  There are numerous things at which I suck, but trying to come up with one of them that’s considered “simple” is not so much difficult as it is depressing.  The first one to come to mind, however, was “ironing.”  I gave up on trying to iron clothes – particularly shirts – years ago.  Sure, if I’ve got an Easter gig and my only black shirt bears a striking resemblance to a shar-pei puppy, I might smack it with a hot iron a few times, but I won’t fool anybody.  A far more likely solution for me would be to throw the shirt into a dryer for 20 minutes and call it good.  Don’t even talk to me about tux shirts.

One thing that I like to do is build things out of wood.  I’m not particularly good at that, either, but carpentry isn’t something that I’d consider to be “simple.”  Also, I don’t have a wide assortment of tools or workspace.  I do the best I can, however, and I have a good time.  In the last couple of weeks, I built a little house for the (ironically) feral cats in my yard, and I also threw together an insulated cover for my fireplace (it was getting increasingly cold in my living room).

I think I’m drawn to “strange” carpentry because it’s just so damned imaginative.  I like coming up with a mental picture of what I want and then seeing if I can put it together.  Chairs, camp kitchens, cat houses…it’s just fun to build things.

And now I have a router table.  Watch out, world.

alliteration

December despair.
Dark, drizzly, dreary days.
Damned doubts.
Depression.
Doom.
Death.

That is my happy sestet for the day.  A friend suggested that I write a sonnet about the word “Frowsy” without actually using the word, but I’m just not up for it.  Bitching about December using only “D” words is much easier.  I really need to come up with a decent topic to write about in this blog.  Maybe I’ll start taking the suggestions (lame as they are) from the “Post-A-Day” groups.  To keep it interesting, I guess, I could also use a “Word-A-Day” system and try to work the daily words into the daily post topics.

Something to try in January.

What might be more interesting is to do both of the above exercises while also trying to keep a coherent narrative going.

Yeah.  That was like an “Aha!” moment right there.  Beginning next week, I shall endeavor to use strange words and boring topics to create a work of fictional genius.

Need some character names, though.

a holiday poem

Man.  I’m hungry.

‘Tis the night before Christmas and I am at home
sitting in bed and composing a poem.
My bathrobe is hung by its hook on a door.
Underwear’s strewn on the unvacuumed floor.

One cat is curled up at the foot of the bed.
With visions, no doubt, of dead bugs in her head.
The other cat’s downstairs, most likely asleep.
No worries, no job, no appointments to keep.

And I, in my nakedness, type like a fiend
writing this verse on my laptop (wide-screened).
The TV is off, but the air cleaner hums.
What’s chaffing my ass?  Oh – some old cracker crumbs.

There’s no tree in the house and no presents to wrap.
I’m an old single guy and I don’t do that crap.
I don’t leave out cookies and milk for the elf.
I don’t even have any snacks for myself.

The crackers, you see, were from sometime last week.
Since then, I’ve had nothing but salads (all Greek).
There’s canned food downstairs.  Of that I am sure,
but, for me at least, kidney beans hold no allure.

That being the case, there’s not much to say.
I guess I’ll just starve for the rest of the day.
Tomorrow, however, I’m having lasagna.
I’d offer to share, but you might get some on ya.

So have a nice Christmas, alone or with friends,
and think of me starved, as this poem portends,
but do not get misty-eyed.  Nay!  Do not weep!
I’ll surfeit tomorrow.  Tonight, I shall sleep.

TWD