An… update?

Well, yeah. I know it’s been more than a year, but let’s not let that get in the way of a great update! Instead, let’s let the fact that this isn’t a great update get in the way of a great update! That’s right, come together as one over this wholly uninteresting update!

There’s a little buzz on the Internet right now about KonMari, the tidying lifestyle as taught by Marie Kondo. We’ve been getting into that, so we’ve ended up going through all our stuff and finding the things that spark joy.

One of the techniques she teaches is to transform how things fulfill their meaning to you. As an example (and the reason for this post), I recently found an old playbill in my file box. It’s from “Nathan der Weise” from 2008. I have it because Joni was in the play and I went to see her. She played Sittah, the Muslim sister of the Sultan.

I don’t know why, but going to that play has stuck in my head. We had only been dating a few months at that point, so it seemed like a big deal to go to the play and support her. It also kind of tied into the good old days in LqPV theatre. So I kept the playbill all these years.

Now that I’m cleaning house, I’m transferring the meaning the paper to this blog post. I get to keep the memory, but I don’t need to keep the paper. Sounds like a win to me.

Pre-Baby Trip to MOHAI

This is kind of random, but I wanted to write down a little adventure we had before David was born. I should have done it sooner. The details have gotten kind of fuzzy.

Right before David’s due date, I took the afternoon off work to get lunch with Joni. We had Indian food from a food truck around where I work. We sat in Lake Union Park to eat. After that we went over to MOHAI (the Museum of History and Industry) which is right on the south shore of Lake Union. We wandered all around and looked at the history of the city. Afterwards I grabbed my bike from work and we took the bus home.

There’s nothing special that happened. It’s just a nice memory I have of spending some time together with Joni before the babe came. I wanted to have a note somewhere so I didn’t forget. I worry about how much fun stuff I’ve forgotten…

New Feature!

Testing something out. There’s now a box in that right hand column (quite a ways down) for entering your email addresses to get notifications when I post something new.

I’d subscribed myself, so we’ll see if I get an email when I publish this.

If you’re into that whole RSS thing, you can also just subscribe to that feed: https://willz.org/blog/willsblog/?feed=rss2

Rough Biking Week

It has been a rough biking week. I’ve been biking to work pretty much every day for 9-ish months now. Last Friday I got my first flat tire. That’s really not bad, but it was still a pain. I’ve accepted that I could get a flat, but since my total ride is only three miles, I decided it wasn’t worth carrying a patch kit. I could just walk in the worst case. Well, Friday I got to test that plan at about the halfway point. I also got to test that plan while it was raining…

It’s a little aggravating because I’m pretty sure I was the victim of the serial bike tackist. Seriously, someone was putting little tacks all over the new bike path last fall. After I got home and got the wheel off, I found the same kind of tack embedded.

But back to the story: So I walked home and got the tire off. The tube was shot, so the next day I picked up a new inner tube at the story and got the tire back on. Fast forward to Monday and I take the bike to work. No issues. Then I take it to work again Tuesday, but the replacement tube seems a little low. Tuesday after work I come out and find the tire completely flat. Bummer. Fortunately there’s a pump in the bike locker at work, so I re-inflate the thing and try to get home as quickly as possible.

By the time I’m home it’s nearly flat again. I take off the tire and just try to re-inflate it. After 20 minutes it’s lost almost all its pressure. I fiddle around a bit more, but I eventually pull the wheel apart and dunk the tube in some water. Lo and behold I find a leak. Bummer. I must have left a rock or something in the tire when I put it all back together. So I get my shoes on and head back to the store. This time I get two inner tubes, but they didn’t have the size I wanted so I settled some something slightly more narrow. I get home, replace it again, and everything is hunky dory.

Now it’s Wednesday. I did all that last night. Today was actually worse, but it wasn’t related to the tire at all! Instead, I get to say that I’ve been in my first bike accident. I’m mostly fine. Kind of banged up, but nothing serious. I’ve got gross pictures at the end of the post.

The incident occurred on my way home. I take a bike path that has a nice divided part of bikes with another dedicated area for people. There are two directions of bike travel and then a standard sidewalk. As I was heading along my merry way, I noticed that there were a couple of bikes coming toward me. One of them was just in their lane coming my way. The other one was riding next to the first person and kind of serving between their lane and mine. This actually happens a lot, but since they were coming toward me it was pretty easy for them to see that I was coming straight at them. The person that was swerving into my lane swerved across my lane and started riding on the sidewalk. Maybe this image from the Seattle city blog can make things clear:

Westlake bike lane

I figured the guy had seen me coming and was just going to ride on the sidewalk for a bit. Boy was I wrong! Instead he swerved back into my lane. At this point he was looking directly at me and just kind of froze. I slammed on my brakes, but I was too close/going to fast and I ran into him. I came up on the front wheel and kind of did a front flip/fall over thing. He kind of bounced to the side.

He was very apologetic and kept saying it was his fault. I was so flabbergasted that all I really managed to say was something like “I don’t know what to say dude; you were just completely in the wrong lane.” I picked myself up and got back on the way. I wasn’t really mad. It was just so weird. Riding home I definitely felt it in my right elbow, right knee, and left hand. I was sore, but it didn’t feel like I was dying.

I got home soon enough and did a more thorough inspection. That’s when I got kind of mad. My elbow was bleeding, my knee was skinned, there’s a big scrape on my left wrist from my watchband, and worst of call, I tore a hole in my nice rain coat I just got 6 months ago. 🙁 It made me sad. But as they say, there are only two kinds of bikers: those that have been in an accident and those that will be in an accident. Finally got to move categories.

And now for the gross pictures of my elbow, knee, and wrist! The elbow one at the very bottom is the gross one:

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I’ve Been Passed By

This might come as a surprise to some of you, but I’ve never had a serious graphics card. Like, ever. OK, hold on. Maybe I should explain what a graphics card actually is. A graphics card is responsible for turning programming into the images that get displayed on your monitor. As I told Joni, it’s really just hardware that’s really good at drawing really big images really fast. That’s all it does. It’s a big deal for gaming where the image doesn’t exist until right before it’s put on the monitor, so if you want to have really high resolution images displayed quickly, you need a graphics card.

But like I said, I’ve never had a serious graphics card. Every time I’ve built a computer I’ve either not been at all interested in having a nice graphics card (since I wouldn’t be playing games, so it didn’t need to draw big images really fast anyway) or I didn’t have any clue what actually went into a good graphics card (arguably I still don’t). But all that changed recently when I decided I wanted to build an actual gaming PC to start trying some of the insane things gaming rigs can do these days.

I’ve been collecting parts and putting it together for a couple months now, and I finally hit the point where I decided to buy my graphics card and finish it. I ordered my chosen card last week and it showed up on Tuesday. I think I knew what I was getting into, but I didn’t realize what I was getting into. Graphics cards are scary big. Like, really big. Here’s the card in comparison to the rest of the computer:

Graphics card next to PC

Pretty big. But that doesn’t really capture the true size of this thing. Maybe having it next to something that’s more relatable is better:

(Random side note here: ‘relatable’ is not a word Firefox knows about…)

Me with graphics card

So yeah, big. It’s got nearly as many fans on it as the rest of the PC combined. It’s crazy. It’s even more crazy seeing how much of the PC is graphics card now:

Size comparison

As you can see, I managed to get it installed without too much trouble. Once installed, I booted up… and Windows immediately chose the absolutely lowest resolution it could think of. Here I had just installed this monster piece of hardware that’s only job is to create really big images really fast, and Windows just decides “Nah, let’s go with the smallest image I can do.”

There’s actually an extremely good reason for this that has to do with Windows not having the software to actually tell the card how to draw big images, but I’m just going to gloss over that.

And this isn’t even as crazy as this could have gotten! There’s technology that will actually tie two of these graphics cards together to double your ability to draw really big images really fast. So I could have put two of them in there… Yeah, not going to happen.

Now to get back to playing all the super old PC games I have while I look at the shiny new games. This thing absolutely laughs at the piddly games I have. I need something to tax it and give it a real challenge.

This Door Vexes Me

I got a Yale YRD110-ZW-619 keyless deadbolt through work right at the end of November and was tasked with getting it installed. I’ve done a fair bit of fiddling with the locks around here, so I figured that it wouldn’t be any problem whatsoever. Sometimes I’m wrong. This time I was wrong.

One evening at the very start of December I excited busted open the packaging to see what I needed to do. It was straightforward: put the thing in the thing and then attach another thing to the second thing. Easy. So I went over to the exiting deadbolt and ripped it out of the door. Then I came over with the new stuff to put in the first piece… and immediately discovered it didn’t work.

Deadbolts come in a few different varieties. The first incompatibility had to do with the actual bit that sticks out of the door to lock into the frame. These mechanisms are designed to either fit into a little recess on the edge of the door or to just sit nearly flush. A lot of deadbolts can be configured either way. If it’s going to sit in a recessed area, there’s a metal plate you can attach to the end. This image kind of sums it up:

Deadbolt with optional plate

Unfortunately for me, the new deadbolt was the kind that fit in a recessed area and had the metal plate. The door didn’t have that recessed area (the existing deadbolt was one of those “drive in” types). So I would need to chisel out part of the door to make room for the metal place. That’s not too bad, but our door is weird. It’s not a standard wood door; it’s steel. So I would need to chisel out through steel. I wasn’t a huge fan of that option, so I contacted the manufacturer to see about getting a drive in style deadbolt without the plate that would work with the rest of the lock. They pointed me to one they offered, and $12 later I had a deadbolt that would work! Yay!

I got delayed a week due to shipping and whatnot, but after the new deadbolt came in I door the door apart a second time to get this thing installed. The new deadbolt worked OK. It would at least go in the door, but it stuck out just a hair too much. I had to remove the little metal plate the sliding bolt goes into for everything to bit, but I made it work.

The next step was to put the keypad and backing plate on each side of the door. The front and back of the deadbolt slide into a hole in the door with a shaft that goes through the part that actually slides in and out. You then attach the two pieces with a couple screws. Maybe an image will help:

Basic deadbolt

The new lock worked the same way. It just had a little more going on with each half. So I took the first half and shoved it at the door hole. It wouldn’t fit. Turns out that deadbolts come in two standard sizes: 1-1/2″ across and 2-1/8″ across. The hole was 1-1/2″. The new deadbolt was 2-1/8″. *sigh* Fine. So I needed a bigger hole. But the stupid door was steel. So to make a bigger hole I’d need to drill through steel. *sigh*

And to make matters worse, I wasn’t just drilling a hole, I was enlarging an existing hole. I have to admit that this stumped me for some time. I really didn’t want to deal with it to begin with, and when I finally started looking into HOW to do it, I found a couple different approaches.

The first was to just use a deadbolt installation jig and drill through using a standard saw bit. Incredibly, I happened to already have that. Specifically this one from Black & Decker. I bought it a while back because it was the only thing the store had for a saw blade and I just wanted to drill a big hole for running cables through our entertainment center. Lucky me!

Unfortunately (that’s becoming a common word in this story), that jig is an absolute piece of junk. It doesn’t stay in place worth a darn. As soon as I fired up the drill it wiggled right off center.

My next option was to get a hole saw enlarger that would have a piece that fit in the existing hole to guide it, then a second piece that drilled the new sized hole. That was a good option, but I didn’t want to have to wait for delivery or really go anywhere to get one. The local hardware store that’s just down the street didn’t carry any. Instead, I got some scrap wood from the local hardware store and made my own jig! I just drilled the correct size hole in a piece of wood, then clamped that on the door centered with the existing hole. That actually worked as a guide.

So then we get to the actual drilling. Hole saws are multipurpose. You can drill through steel with them. They just don’t work as fast as you might expect. I had several false starts where I didn’t think it was doing anything, I got dejected, gave up, reassembled the door, then decided I really needed to suck it up, pulled apart the door, and retried drilling.

It was an ordeal. However, with *much* patience and several YouTube videos on how to drill through metal, I managed to get both the inside and outside of the door to the proper hole size. THANK HEAVENS! I grabbed the two pieces and confirmed that they now indeed fit through the hole and would connect. Score. I grabbed the sliding lock part and put that in the hole, got the exterior part of the lock slid on, placed the interior backing plate, and tried to get the bolts that connect everything together in place.

Yes, “tried”. Unfortunately (*sigh*), the two halves didn’t quite line up through the middle part. The middle part that actually slides in and out was just a hair too high and juuuuust a bit too far out from the outside edge of the door. Dang it. It looked like I needed to convince it to go just a bit further into the door for everything to line up. But hole in the metal edge of the door was just a little tool small. Sick of drilling, I busted out my file and just started going to town at it manually, filing down the edges to enlarge the hole. It took quite a while, but I finally managed to get it big enough to push the deadbolt in the litttttttle bit it needed to line up.

And with that last bit of effort, everything went together smoothly and the stupid thing was installed. This was all last weekend, so it was a good 3 weeks between getting the lock and actually managing to install it. It vexed me greatly at every step of the way. Even writing all this up has vexed me. So instead of some nice little summary that wraps everything up and provides some kind of closure, I’m just going to give up and quit writing.

The New TV

When we moved out here nearly 5 years ago, I bought a used TV from someone at work. It has served us well. This year though, I finally decided to replace our aging beast with a newer model. I found one for a decent price over Black Friday weekend and snatched it up. It was delivered Sunday. When choosing the delivery window, I opted for the 6AM to 9:30AM time slot on Sunday. I did want to have to worry about working around any other plans that might have popped up at more sane hours on the weekend. And I figured that they’d probably show up closer to the end of that window anyway.

Nope. At 5:45 AM sharp I got a call that they were on their way. At 6:30 they showed up and dropped off the new beast. I immediately went to work and got it set up, all while Joni slept. It’s nice.

TV comparison

I’ve had very little time to use it. Sunday we went over to Bellevue and hung out with Brandi. Tonight I’m working on a website and blogging… which I could just stop doing to use my new TV. Huh. Yeah, let’s do that instead.

Five Star Society

I got a little depressed the other day when I thought that Uber was defaulting my rating of a driver to 5 stars if I didn’t do anything. After thinking about it more I don’t think that’s actually the case, but it did get me mulling about how 5 stars is the new average. I looked into Uber specifically a bit and found that they require different minimum ratings in each city. Don’t meet the rating requirement and you’re kicked out. A couple of cities popped up in my search. In Miami you need to maintain an average rating of 4.3 stars. In Johannesburg it’s around 4.2 stars.

The idea is to encourage drivers to provide exceptional service, but what it really means is that “average” is 5 stars. Amazon has a similar problem. If you’ve bought a product from a third-part seller you’ve likely experienced the scads of followup emails begging and pleading that if you had any problems to contact them and let them fix it before leaving anything less than a 5 star review.

There’s no longer a spread of ratings. If I rate something 3, that should be average. But that’s not how a 3 is perceived. A 3 means that the thing was barely functional. I wouldn’t really have an issue with this if it didn’t mean that I’ve lost the ability to rate something as truly exceptional. If I give my Uber driver 3 stars I’m working toward putting him out of a job. That’s just mean. So if they do anything from “OK” to “Best driver in the world”, all I can do is give a 3. If an Amazon product doesn’t get a 5 star review it might not sell as well… and I’m OK with that. But I personally run a risk of getting harassment from sellers if I list anything less then 5 stars. That’s not OK. (And as a side note – you can report that kind of behavior to Amazon Customer Service.)

The only place where I feel that things are actually 1-5 stars is Netflix, and that’s only because I’m getting personalized recommendations. My 1-5 rating is mapped onto other user’s ratings of any number to generate my expected score. It works pretty well. Most movies I see from Netflix are a solid 3. Some are 2s, some are 4s, some are 5s, and a small number are 1s (I tend to self-select away from watching really really bad movies).

I guess there’s really no point to all this beyond my general annoyance. I just felt like I had to share.

New Bike!

You might recall that I’m biking to work now. It’s been going really well. I enjoy my morning commute so much more. And it’s just crazy convenient. Yes, this trusty steed has done a good job getting me into the routine:

Old Bike

The only problem is that my old bike is a piece of junk. I’m literally the slowest person on the trail, my knees hurt when biking, and I can’t shift the front set of gears, so I’m stuck in gears 8-15. It also squeaks and rattles and makes all sorts of racket. So I decided it was time for a new bike. And man, did I upgrade. This is my new baby, the BatBike:

New Bike

It’s a Specialized (Make) AWOL Comp (model). And it. is. glorious. This thing is amazing. I’m so much faster now! Granted, a lot of that is probably due to just having a well adjusted bike, but just being able to shift across the complete range of gears has really changed my riding. And it’s so zippy! I feel more balanced and am not nearly as afraid of falling over on the slight curves in the trail.

As I said to Joni, it makes me feel fast and powerful and reckless. It’s very nice.

It’s a much fancier bike though, so I’ve had to change a few things with my routine. The biggest one is around bike security. My old model for locking up my bike or generally caring about it was pretty much this:

Free Bike!

Since this thing was a bit more expensive and I’ve fallen in love with it, now I actually lock it up everywhere and have insurance on it and use two locks and generally am really paranoid… to the point of only being able to express my concern with horrific run-on sentences.

Now my bike security is more like this:

Not Free Bike!

I do have a bit of a mystery though. The owner’s manual they gave me came with a part. The owner’s manual itself is generic and not for my specific model of bike. So I don’t know if this extra part is just for me, or if it’s the kind of thing that would work on any of this manufacturer’s bikes. If anyone knows what this is, let me know!

Thing

I might need to re-record my morning trek. I don’t have numbers, but I feel like I’m way faster. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Only science can tell us!

I am Grasshopper

When it comes to cocktails, I credit the grasshopper as being the first drink to really ‘click’ with me. As such, it’s kind of my go-to thing when exploring new cities. It’s an older drink, so I generally get some funny looks from bartenders when I try to order one. It’s never on the menu. I’ve even had it happen more than once where they don’t have the stuff to make one.

All that pales in comparison to my latest experience in Portland, OR. We’re down here for PyCon, and in the evenings we generally get a drink. Last Sunday we went out and hit up a place called Clyde Common. After scooting up to the bar and my compatriots ordering their drinks, I tried to order my grasshopper. The exchange went something like this:

Me: Can you do a grasshopper?
Bartender: No, I can’t do those. You want the place downstairs.
Me: *confused and hurt look*
Me: Downstairs?
Bartender: Yeah, just out and around the corner.
Me: *confused look intensifies*
Bartender: Wait, are you just ordering a grasshopper?
Me: *sad nod*
Bartender: I’ve never had anyone just want a grasshopper. You need to check out Pepe le Moko around the corner. They make *the* best grasshopper you will ever have.
Me: *stunned look*
Bartender: I wouldn’t blame you if you just wanted to head down there. It’s that good.
Me: You have changed my life. That kind of thing deserves more time than we can give it. Let us partake of your fine spirits and we shall enjoy Pepe le Moko as it should be enjoyed another night.

Or something like that. I’m writing this on Tuesday. We have not yet gone to Pepe le Moko, so I can’t actually report on the quality of grasshopper as of yet. I can say that the Clyde Common drinks are excellent. The Pacific Standard and Sound + Vision were particularly good.

Grasshopper Report
Last night (Tuesday), we got the grasshopper.

Grasshopper

Grasshopper

Verdict? It was good. It was reaaaaallllll good. The sea salt in particular really added to the flavor. Texture was a little chunky, which was unexpected. The really terrible thing here is that this has given me ideas on how to improve my grasshopper. I *think* I could even beat this. Experimentation will be required.

As to Pepe le Moko itself, it’s a weird hole in the wall. The entry is big enough for three people, the hostess, and an oyster bar. The main seating is downstairs in a half pipe shaped underground bunker. There are only seven or eight tables. So it’s all very exclusive. And dark. Very dark.

Overall it was a good experience. Would recommend.