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Movie Review: Sherlock Holmes
As Dawn, who is a big fan, comments: "This is not your father's Holmes. Like the recent Star Trek movie, it seriously messes with canon."

But we agreed that for the many liberties the movie took with canon, it's a fun romp in gritty London-town with skewed characterizations all getting pretty well beaten up, and a bit of steam punk (such as the crude spark-gap radio) tossed in.

I've been recently watching the old British-made Sherlock Holmes series with Jeremy Brett in the title role and enjoy it for the almost painfully authentic late 19th century settings and British character actors (who tend to be lots more like Real British People, warts and all). As yet, I haven't read any of Doyle's novels, but Dawn will fix that sooner or later.

So, purist or not, we give it a hearty thumbs up for entertainment value.

More movies to come, when we can budget them and make up our minds which to attend.

Sloughing the Naughts
Goodbye, good riddance, just go...

The 'Naughts weren't quite that bad at the very beginning; after all, it wasn't just a new century but a new millenium and how many of us live to see that calendar event? I certainly had a lot of changes, even improvements, in my personal life: Dawn, who helped me survive the Nothing Decade.

The finish really sucked, very badly. Nowhere to go except up. On that note, I'm applying for a temporary job with the Census.

A Melancholy Christmas Tale
The Season was always kind of a mixed blessing thanks to our dysfunctional family, but there were some good times a long time ago and I miss those. Time has considerably passed and now I really have no more family; my sister and I are no longer on speaking terms and I don't expect any resolution short of Divine intervention. It's a sad story and shouldn't have gone the way it did:

Ten years ago, our father died and gave everything to my sister; I got his contempt. Well, it wasn't that simple. Over the many years, her husband shamelessly sucked up to our father and his strategy worked beautifully; he literally got a gold mine and made sure I got the empty shaft. Despite promises to share equally there were practical problems and I was totally locked out of decision making. There >was< sharing up to a point and I was happy to get what I did, but it all ended permanently a year ago. Now they're talking impending poverty and not telling what really happened to that real fortune. I'm just screwed in the dark. Where's the truth; what really happened? I may never know.

Our mother? There were problems there too, but she was infinitely wiser and put her more modest fortune into a trust, away from greedy and selfish children. It's a gift that will keep on giving after we're gone.

In a strange way, a distant ancestor who'd bought land in Texas over a century ago and my great-aunt Ann Latimer of Memphis, a public health nurse with a kind and compassionate heart, made the next step possible:

When the economy collapsed and I realized I'd been sand-bagged, I bought Dawn and myself a modest but nice used mobile home, taking a large loss on money invested and meant for retirement. I'll just have to work until past retirement age and accept a very modest lifestyle, and wonder if my sister's husband will ever lower himself to a rational level for their sake.

I knew this was going to happen, ever since my father informed me of his decision almost twenty years ago, a crushing blow from which my life has descended into its current depressed ebb.
So much for family, and family values. Ours were hopelessly compromised. As I say, it's a long and sad story with far more depressing details than will appear here. I just wanted to summarize my current mood.

And Santa didn't bring me a Tesla Roadster; I really want one of those electric cars. Never gonna happen now. But just that's me being foolish, as I so often have been. Ironically, I ended up with my father's truck and that was a genuine Godsend from my sister.

Yeah, the Naughts sucked like a giant vacuum cleaner and I just stood there and took it apathetically. Now, who's fault is that, except mine? Nothing more I can do except put it in the past and get on with my life as it is. But shouldn't there be a difference between humility, and humiliation?

If you read this, pray for my sister. None of this is her fault. I smolder with hatred for her husband and my father, and that's done me naught but harm. But I cannot hate her. I just feel sad, for both of us. It shouldn't have happened this way; I could have handled this much better than I did.

Blessings: Dawn and the cats, and a small but comfortable house of our own. We'll take it and be happy as we can. Count your blessings too, and have a happy holiday, with Family if you can.

December Redux
About this time last year we were freezing our buns off, and plowing through uncommonly deep snow.

This December it's bitter cold again; 11.5F this morning according to the Fluke thermocouple. No snow at all, just drying out after a wet November. The dreaded Green River flood has so far no materialized, so I'm hoping we'll have dodged the bullet for this year.

Aside from continued aimlessness, unemployment and discouragement, I seem to be in an extended "audio mode". I've been playing with electronics as a hobby and vocation since the 70s, building Heathkits and various audio projects including versions of Marshall Leach's audio power amplifier design. That project was perhaps >too< successful--I've been using essentially the same design for over 30 years with occasional updates and a rebuild or two. Nothing else came along that promised a clear design break with significantly better sonics, just a nagging feeling that there ought to be >something< better out there.

Malcolm Hawksford's "error correction" concept with a combination of feedback and feedforward has a good feel, so I'm slogging through the theory trying to wrap my sluggish brain around it and hopefully start gathering the necessary parts for a genuinely New Project for the coming decade.
It may be my last major audio project.

I could use much better speakers, too.

Paying for the Priviledge
The Pacific Northwest is usually known for mild weather. This year has been an exception of some extremes.

An unusual cold snap last December gave many local areas snow accumulations measured in feet, not inches; I experienced my first white Christmas and learned to dread the sight of fresh snowfall.

And after several years running of mild summers, we're dry as a bone and hot, hot, HOT... There's been no significant rainfall in two months and little expected for another two. Temperatures will be in the mid 90s this week, some places reaching 100F.

I have a window A/C unit, but it won't fit in the sliding windows. Life is irony.

Too Big for his Britches
The cats are getting used to the neighborhood and vice versa, or so I thought until this afternoon when I found Blitz attempting to assert territory in our (his) backyard with a juvenile raccoon. He better not try that attitude with Big Momma Coon; she'll clean his clock and I'll be stuck with the vet bill.

Oh, and we've got beaver. I don't see any signs of lodges or dams in the river, so maybe they just cruise up and down stream, nibbling at trees as they wander. Several people have taken to wrapping wire mesh around tree trucks to discourage North America's largest native rodent.

Occasionally in the early dawn I wake up to the sound of migrating geese, honking as they fly in formation overhead.

Cottonwood trees are very common here, and the white fluff flies so thick that it accumulates just like a light snowfall.

Operational -- Sorta...
I've gotten the washing machine connected and rewired the dryer for a four-wire plug. Presto! We now have clean underwear.

I hereby declare this battl--er, laundry room fully operational.

The rest is going to take awhile. Essentials first. The cats are taking it well although they're not yet fully integrated into the neighborhood and its many roaming cats.

No Foolin'
It's April 1st, and we're essentially living out of the new home.

Cable got installed today, with Internet,and suddenly it's begun to feel like Home.

We've been working on the move for the past month and we're exhausted, with more work
yet to finish moving out, clean up the old house so the landlord can do his things for
the next tenants, and finish moving in and organizing in much smaller quarters.

On the whole, this crisis could be a good thing after all. Our cost of living should
be cut in nearly half and the new place, a rather nice mobile home with a very clean
interior and lovely landscaping, have given us a new sense of purpose and organization.

The next hurdle will be getting employed. I'm feeling very apprehensive about that,
since my electronics career appears to be dead and likely job prospects seem poor at
best.

End of an Era
Furpoint Station will soon be history.

Due to tremendous financial problems only partly due to the economy, I'm cashing in my retirement fund and buying a mobile home. Much will be lost, but the rent and energy costs of this house are killing me and it can't continue. It was a difficult but unavoidable decision. Stress alone has caused me to lose fifteen pounds since early October when the economic train wreck began unfolding.

I'll still be in Auburn, trying to cope with poverty and get re-employed in a bad job market. Phil's off to live with a friend and Dawn and I will be living in the mobile home. With four cats. Oy.

It's likely I will be mostly off the Internet as well, unless there's >really cheap< access by ancient telephone modem in the Seattle area; otherwise I'll check in once in a while via the library.

It's going to be a tough year or several.

Lenticular
Once in a while, Mt. Rainier dons a hat. These are "lenticular" cloud formations and sometimes are very spectacular--other times they are mistaken for UFOs. The photo's a bit fuzzy because it was taken right at sunset and there was a lot less light than I'd like to have had. The camera is Dawn's birthday/Christmas present, a Nikon Coolpix L18.

You may have noticed from this view how much bigger and higher Mt. Rainier is compared to its much smaller neighbors; thus it is that Rainier tends to make its own weather as the prevailing winds and water vapor collide and get lofted much higher into colder realms.

My God, it's full of 'shrooms!
What grows in the damp early fall, in our back yard. They're steadily surrounding the house; this view is on top of a pile of compost.

I don't know when I've seen fungi so thick and profuse. Can anyone identify them? Mycenae?

And Tipsoo, Too
We've been up to Chinook Pass and Lake Tipsoo three times since the pass (5432 feet) was plowed and avalanches cleared in early June; this is typical except for the sheer amount of snow during the winter season, and the two or three feet that unseasonably fell during June.

Click the pictures for larger views and more commentary.

Yes, there's a lake out there...somewhere. Mind where you snowshoe or ski--you might find it.

The parking lot would not be free of snow until late July; just the restroom was dug out enough to access. We watched people enjoying some late skiing on nearby extreme slopes.

Our second visit in July and the meadows are still under one to three feet of snow, with most of the lake outline visible. But no flowers when they normally have begun to bloom; even anemone (pictured) and avalanche lilies were only just peeking.

Ah, August and finally things are starting to look normal. The alpine meadows are once again verdant and sprinkled with the bright colors of wildflowers.

Alas, the mosquitoes are especially plentiful so we aren't able to relax and contemplate the serene beauty of the Cascades. Staying on the move helps keep the bugs somewhat at bay, so we walk around the two lakes, photographing the flowers and scenery before heading down to less marshy places with fewer whiny bloodsuckers.

Summer and Snow
Last week, we drove up to see the wildflowers in the alpine meadows at Paradise. Well, that was the intention. Seems there's still up to several feet of snow on much of the meadows in early August. Almost the only flowers were the early risers, avalanche lilies.

At slightly lower and sunnier elevations, the summer flowers are blooming if definitely a bit late. Here are my favorite magenta paintbrushes.

We'll be heading back up to Paradise and Lake Tipsoo in the near future to catch the meadows in belated full bloom.

Lost: Spring going on Summer
Here it's the first week of June. Typical Pacific Northwet: fifties in the daytime, forties at night, and wet--drippy, incessant wet. My strawberries still haven't ripened, about two weeks late going on three.

Oh, and there's up to two feet of fresh snow forecast for the mountains.

The Paradise visitor's center at Mt. Rainier has at least eight inches of fresh snow on top of the twelve feet still on the ground. Don't believe me? Check it out via Webcam:

http://www.cascadeclimber.com/web_cams.htm

Global warming? It's been put on hold. I've put back on my normal winter layer of clothing: double undershirts, heavy flannel longsleeve shirt and various sweaters or sweatshirts. But I'm not sweating--my hands are cold.

Don't get me started on gasoline prices. Grrrr...

A small Bloggeration
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This is probably for the best.

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Not Gonna Be My Day, Week, or Month
I'm pedaling hard, and going backwards today.

The original idea was to update Dawn's computer, which has been accumulating the infamous Windoze 'bloat' with each upgrade and hotfix, and software install. It's slow and flaky, and Dawn isn't happy with it. Time to upgrade with an honest Windows XP, not this bootleg Win 2000, and do so on a SATA drive for a bit more speed and storage space.

So, off to the store to buy a Western Digital 160Gig drive (SATA II) and XP. Get home, install drive, motherboard won't even see the drive in BIOS. Eventually I determine that the new drive WILL run normally in other computers, but it and the MSI KT6 Delta LSR motherboard in Dawn's computer aren't talking. A call to Western Digital (in India, of course) stumps them; they want me to call back on Monday so I can talk to an "expert". I suspect the MSI motherboard isn't happy with at least some SATA II drives, for whatever reason.

So, I hatch the plot to swap out with another SATA I drive that I know works in this computer, and set up the two drives to transfer files on the backup computer. Now the old drive doesn't work. At all.

My none-too-keen eye spies a surface mount component on the desk; looks like a 7 ohm resistor. A close inspection of the drive's electronics board turns up an empty space that the missing part fits in, but I don't have the skills or tools to solder in parts that tiny. I have no idea how I knocked it off, and I've got to somehow fix it because of all the files on that drive that I'd rather not lose. But not this weekend, it seems.

So it's off to the computer store again for any SATA I drives they may still have in stock.

Looks like yet another Lost Weekend in my love/hate relationship with computers...

...the computers are winning.

Boeing Surplus: an Institution's End
Surplus electronic stores are like a toy store to me; alas, their numbers are dwindling and even electronics parts stores (Radio Shack doesn't count) are disappearing. So it is with a sigh that I and many others bid goodbye to Boeing's surplus store in Kent, Washington. It was a source of used test equipment, parts, chassis, office chairs, old computer equipment, multi-ton manufacturing equipment, aluminum and titanium blocks, and aerospace exotica--things too strange to describe in these pages. And usually at bargain basement prices, or less... Over the past five or six years I've snagged some test equipment I couldn't have afforded otherwise, and I was hoping for more such finds.

The last day was a melancholy one for me; I missed going on Wednesday, which is usually the day that new items are put out for sale. Friday's opening found me at least 150th in line and by the time I could get in the door, the benches where electronic gear is usually placed had already been stripped nearly clean. One person had apparently just grabbed everything that looked usable and piled his shopping cart to overflowing, likely to resell most of it on Ebay. T'ain't fair.

I didn't even finish checking the rest of the benches, just turned around and left.

Maybe it's the time of the year, dark and overcast, and the holiday pressures that combine to leave me in a depressed funk. I hate depression. I've lived with it all of my life, and there's nothing to do but tough it out when it occurs.

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So we went to see 'Golden Compass' and were much impressed by the extremely realistic CGI and the overall setting of the movie; the animal daemons were especially appealing to my inner child.

The overall story seemed muddled and fragmentary, in no small part due to the confused production of the movie with multiple directors. I've purchased Phillip Pullman's novels to try and get an idea of what he was really trying to say.

Summer at Lake Tipsoo
Isn't it supposed to be summer already? Not at Chinook Pass (5432 ft.), even in late June. There's still at least a foot of snow, even the parking lot at Lake Tipsoo is still mostly covered.

The thaw is coming and by late July or early August the alpine meadows will be green and full of the Cascade Mountains famous wildflowers. But for now, spring has only just arrived.

Photo by Dawn Jaekel, June 26, 2007

Crow for Supper
No, not eating it; caring for it.

Dawn found an injured crow at the nearby park, which we easily captured under a sheet. It seems calm, just making an occasional "caw". Its right leg seems injured. It's a bit smaller than I would expect for a crow, so it's either a juvenile or a local Northwestern Crow.

Right now it's in a pet carrier on the back porch, its occasional caw getting the cats' attention. We've got a call in to a wildlife rescue center for advice on what might be done. I hope it doesn't involve money, because $500 of maintenance on the truck (a new radiator over the weekend) has eaten my budget for the month.

We're also mindful that it could be sick.

(next day)

Not surprisingly, the bird was dead this morning. It's double-bagged and in the trash, the pet carrier was washed out and sprayed with a laundry bleach solution, and the sheet used to capture it was washed with bleach. Just in case it was infected with something nasty.