Mar 302004
 

A few weeks ago, we had the Ozomatli Incident, and last night it was the Patric Fracas.

I’ve probably spent more time in the Sixth/Fourth street areas than is healthy since moving here 15 years ago. I was down there practically every weekend from 1996 to 1999. These days, I only get down there about once every couple of months. I managed to get out for SXSW one night this year and saw Unsane in a tent at the corner of Red River and Sixth and Don Caballero at Emo’s later that same night where I ran into some old bandmates. The Wife and I happened to be out one night during Mardi Gras last month as well.

It seems to me that not only has the police presence increased over the past few years, but I think they’ve also become more aggressive. They look like they’re just waiting for an excuse to jump on somebody and throw their ass in jail. There’s got to be some sort of middle ground. I keep thinking of the cops in New Orleans at Mardi Gras. They’ve always give me the feeling that they’re there to prevent any major stuff from happening, but they’ll generally tolerate some stupid drunk nonsense. They know that the people are there to spend money and have a good time. Sure, if someone gets really out of hand, you’ve got to crack down, but I think the APD is really overreacting. I’m all for thinning out the dirty hippie jam bands and treating fancypants actors like everyone else, but aren’t they taking it a little too far?

 Posted by on March 30, 2004 at 7:05 pm
Mar 302004
 

I videotaped The Boy’s game this past Saturday and made a quick attempt at editing it down to his better highlights last night. The results are less than satisfactory.

My camera skills need work. I’m not used to watching everything through the viewfinder and have a tendency to look up from the camera when there’s more action. Of course, this means that the camera stays where I last looked or ends up pointing at the grass or something.

The transfer is crappy as well. I’m not sure why, but there’s a lot of pixel noise and distortion. I don’t think it’s on the original tape, so I might try to use different quality settings. I’m using Windows Moviemaker which comes free with WinXP and I let it choose the settings on this attempt. Also, since Moviemaker only outputs to WMV and AVI files, this is a problem for the non-Windows viewing audience (Jaja). I may spring for Quicktime Pro and try that out.

The cheesy music is an attempt to drown out my lame dad comments during the game. The Wife made fun of me for the music selection. At least I didn’t add titles, yet…

You’ll either need the latest windows media player (windows | mac) or something else that’ll play WMV files. If you’ve got WindowsXP, you’ve already got the media player, but you may need to download the newer version or codec updates if you have problems playing the file (sound with no picture usually means you don’t have the right codec). You can get those through windows update. Also, be warned that it’s a fairly large file at almost 9 MB. Now that I’ve finished with all of the excuses and disclaimers, here it is (he’s number 15).

 Posted by on March 30, 2004 at 6:13 pm
Mar 232004
 

A co-worker just announced that he’ll be a first-time dad in the fall. It took a little searching, but I found my favorite parent preparation e-mail that someone sent to me when I announced that The Boy was on the way. It took some searching, so I’m reposting it here, followed by another similar list that isn’t quite as funny.

Preparing for Parenthood

Preparation for parenthood is not just a matter of reading books and decorating the nursery. Here are 12 simple tests for expectant parents to take to prepare themselves for the real-life experience of being a mother or father.

Women: to prepare for maternity, put on a dressing gown and stick a bean bag chair down the front. Leave it there for 9 months. After 9 months, take out 10% of the beans.

Men: to prepare for paternity, go to the local drug store, tip the contents of your wallet on the counter, and tell the pharmacist to help himself. Then go to the supermarket. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office. Go home. Pick up the paper. Read it for the last time.

Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who are already parents and berate them about their methods of discipline, lack of patience, appallingly low tolerance levels, and how they have allowed their children to run riot. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child’s sleeping habits, toilet training, table manners and overall behaviour. Enjoy it-it’ll be the last time in your life that you will have all the answers.

To discover how the nights will feel, walk around the living room from 5pm to 10pm carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 lbs. At 10pm put the bag down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep. Get up at 12 and walk around the living room again, with the bag, till 1am. Put the alarm on for 3am. As you can’t get back to sleep get up at 2am and make a drink. Go to bed at 2:45am. Get up again at 3am when the alarm goes off. Sing songs in the dark until 4am. Put the alarm on for 5am. Get up. Make breakfast. Keep this up for 5 years. Look cheerful.

Can you stand the mess children make? To find out, smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains. Hide a fish finger behind the stereo and leave it there all summer. Stick your fingers in the flower beds then rub them on the clean walls. Cover the stains with crayons. How does that look?

Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems: first buy an octopus and a string bag. Attempt to put the octopus into the string bag so that none of the arms hang out. Time allowed for this: all morning.

Take an egg carton. Using a pair of scissors and a pot of paint turn it into an alligator. Now take a toilet tube. Using only scotch tape and a piece of foil, turn it into a Christmas cracker. Last, take a milk container, a ping pong ball, and an empty packet of Cocoa Pops and make an exact replica of the Eiffel Tower. Congratulations. You have just qualified for a place on the play group committee.

Forget the Miata and buy a Taurus. And don’t think you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don’t look like that. Buy a chocolate ice cream bar and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there. Get a quarter. Stick it in the cassette player. Take a family-size packet of chocolate cookies. Mash them down the back seats. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car. There. Perfect.

Get ready to go out. Wait outside the toilet for half an hour. Go out the front door. Come in again. Go out. Come back in. Go out again. Walk down the front path. Walk back up it. Walk down it again. Walk very slowly down the road for 5 minutes. Stop to inspect minutely every cigarette end, piece of used chewing gum, dirty tissue and dead insect along the way. Retrace your steps. Scream that you’ve had as much as you can stand, until the neighbours come out and stare at you. Give up and go back into the house. You are now just about ready to try taking a small child for a walk. Always repeat everything you say at least five times.

Go to your local supermarket. Take with you the nearest thing you can find to a pre-school child-a fully grown goat is excellent. If you intend to have more than one child, take more than one goat. Buy your week’s groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goats eat or destroy. Until you can easily accomplish this do not even contemplate having children.

Hollow out a melon. Make a small hole in the side. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side. Now get a bowl of soggy Wheatabix and attempt to spoon it into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane. Continue until half the Weetabix is gone. Tip the rest into your lap, making sure that a lot of it falls on the floor. You are now ready to feed a 12-month-old baby.

Learn the names of every character from Postman Pat, Fireman Sam and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. When you find yourself singing “Postman Pat” at work, you finally qualify as a parent.

The Jan Andersen Training Course For Parents-to-Be (archive.org link since the original is gone since when I posted this)

What the course involves:

Taking away 99% of your salary. The remaining 1% is what you have left to buy food and essential household items, pay the bills and enjoy your leisure time

Having vomit, diahorrea, milk and mucus tossed and wiped over your clean clothes at regular intervals

Sleep deprivation, which includes pacing the floor at one, two, three, four and five in the morning with a sand bag strapped to your chest, whilst listening to the sound of relentless screaming

Wearing clothes that have been soaked in sour milk

Having a leaking urine bag placed in your lap several times a day

Attaching a vacuum cleaner nozzle onto your nipples at least every two hours and switching on. Leave in place for 45 minutes each time. You are now prepared for breastfeeding

Placing food into an electric blender, leaving the lid off and switching on. Keep dropping food into the blender whilst it operates. This gives you a broad idea of what feeding time is like for the first couple of years

Having a small, restless and demanding creature alternately tied to your leg, hip and shoulder 24 hours a day. A Jack Russell Terrier is a good choice of animal for this exercise

A visit to a sewage farm on a hot day. The smell should prepare you for the nappy from hell

Being humiliated in a crowded, public place at least once a day

Being head butted in the nose and mouth and having your eyeballs prodded with a forefinger several times a day

Going to an important social extravaganza with wet hair, one eye made up, a tomato sauce / chocolate / miscellaneous slop stain on your dress and wearing odd shoes

Being denied the opportunity to go unaccompanied to the toilet, take a shower or do anything else that you would normally do alone

Taking a herd of Wildebeest around a shopping centre, then apologising to the store managers and offering to pay for breakages

Having your bed used as a trampoline at the crack of dawn, whilst you are still in it

Bathing a small squid

Trying to place five live eels into a small, cloth bag simultaneously. This demonstrates the dexterity needed to dress a small child

Being asked a series of awkward and embarrassing questions · Sitting in a room full of your friends, relatives and work colleagues whilst a loudspeaker broadcasts all the unflattering things that you have said about them recently, with certain details embellished, exaggerated or changed completely to make it sound as awful as possible. This is what small children do.

Going on a five minute walk that takes two hours because you have to stop and inspect every insect, flower, stone, leaf and dog turd en-route to your destination. Every thirty seconds, turn round and start running in the opposite direction

Attending a school parents’ evening and sitting on tiny chairs that cause your knees to smack you under the chin and then being spoken to in a patronising manner without laughing (or crying)

Admiring a series of children’s paintings without asking, “What is it?”

Throwing all your valuables down the toilet and flushing it. This is another fun game that children play

Putting the plugs in all of the sinks in the house, turning on the taps and running off to do something else

Never leaving the house without taking a small suitcase with you

Being smiled at, laughed at, cuddled and kissed for no particular reason at all

Being told “I love you” when you’re least expecting it

If you manage to endure all of the above, then congratulations, you are ready to become a parent.

 Posted by on March 23, 2004 at 12:43 am
Mar 222004
 

I tried installing VNC over the weekend and ran into difficulty. I’m running the stable release of Debian 3.0 (Woody), so I went ahead and pulled that package version of vncserver.

(BTW, it’s been said a million times before, but I don’t think I’ve raved about it yet. apt-get is really amazing. It’s definitely one area where this particular linux distribution has Windows beat in ease of use.)

Anyway, back to VNC. Everything installed like a dream as usual, but upon trying to run vncserver, I got “~/.vnc : No such file or directory”. Hmmm, a directory listing showed that the directory had, in fact been created and seemed to have usable permissions. I also tried vncpasswd with the same result.

Frustrated, I searched the VNC user mailing list, found a mention of similar problems, but no solution. I subscribed and posted my question with as much info as I could provide, hoping someone would help out. While I slept, a helpful user named CeBee from the Netherlands gave me the solution. Apparently, something is messed up in the vncserver script on Debian and it doesn’t correctly check for the .vnc directory. It’s necessary to run vncpasswd.real to set the password for your vnc session and then vncserver will start without problems.

An answer in less than 12 hours. The Internet and the community built up around open source software still manage to amaze me sometimes.

 Posted by on March 22, 2004 at 8:02 pm
Mar 182004
 

Lots of stories this week adding more evidence to what I already suspected: this administration is a lying bunch of weasels. The NY Times story was mentioned on the Daily Show last night and I’ve seen the Rumsfeld video linked in several places including Russell’s and Wiley’s blog. I recently re-subscribed to HBO for the new season of the Sopranos and flipped over there last night during a commerical break in the aforementioned Daily Show. Bill Maher’s new show was on and, while I find him smug and irritating, I must admit that it was really good. I ended up not going back to the Daily Show, which is saying a lot. I’ll have to check out the live broadcast tomorrow night.

 Posted by on March 18, 2004 at 6:31 pm
Mar 172004
 

I’ve been watching the ads for the new Dawn of the Dead movie with mild interest. It looks pretty good, but I share the same misgivings as other fans of the original. I have fond memories of seeing George Romero’s version at midnight showings in Dallas in the mid-eighties. This writer does a good job of describing the Rocky Horror-esque audience participation that went on at those screenings. I’m waiting for the deluxe DVD edition due out later this year from Anchor Bay. Don’t be fooled in buying the version they released recently to coincide with the theatrical release of the re-make.

Re-makes (or the even more irritatingly spun "re-imaginings") are far too commonplace these days. The studios are all-too-willing to tie a mediocre production to a familiar name and then expect the brainless masses to fork over $7.50.

I guess I’m not really in the studios’ target demographic anymore. Being a parent of two small kids who rarely gets out to the theater anymore, I’ve become much more selective about which movies are worth the effort and expense. I think the last thing I saw in the theater was Return of the King.

 Posted by on March 17, 2004 at 10:35 pm
Mar 112004
 

The Wife just showed me photos of her, The Boy and LaLa that were taken at the end of the Kriya Yoga retreat that she attended in October. The two dudes that they’re with are Paramahamsa Prajnanananda and Swami Brahmananda Giri. The Boy looks a little unsure of what to think of the whole thing.

 Posted by on March 11, 2004 at 8:01 pm