Weekend Warrior

I think I shortened my lifespan this weekend.  There were certainly moments when I wanted to lay down and expire.  But rather than make individual posts and cloud the feed, I’ll make a multi-purpose single post instead to feed the cloud (heh, nerd jokes):

You Say Tomato

Yes, I removed more sod.  And I think I’ve finally had it with that.  There will be no more garden installation this year.  Seriously, I hate removing sod.

Grass is kind of just wasted space

Note that old cable box from a defunct cable company.  I’m going to have to rip that off the wall one day.  Anyway, when the house’s seller (the son of the former owner) haphazardly threw down mulch to gain a +10 curb appeal, for some reason he made this side organically-shaped.  It’s the only “garden” that wasn’t rectangular.  Maybe he got creative.  Maybe he ran out of mulch.  Who knows?  But, this is the SW side of the house, and the ideal location for a vegetable garden.  So I had to widen it anyway.

A more efficient design

We argued over the tomato-securing system.  I wanted to use trellis netting and just have a row of tomatoes.  Apparently Liz had experienced that before with her parents and the results were not as expected.  But the peculiarities of any garden are unique to their specific circumstances, so this will be an experiment anyway.  This year, we’ll try the bamboo poles.  Planting to come this weekend.

Mobile Foodies

I admit–food is not my drug.  Therefore, the many joys of food novelty are lost on me.  Among these is the influx of food trucks.  It isn’t really much cheaper, I have to yell over the sound of generators to place my order, and as the customer I’m tasked with finding my own improvised seating arrangements.

It’s hard to smile with a mouth full of hotdog

But, it is an opportunity to quickly try a variety of food options.  And those spicy Caribbean tacos I had were pretty darn good.  And it was a fun new experience for the kid, so win.

…Comes Tumblin’ Down

Look at this pine tree:

It appears unimportant to me, priority-wise.  It isn’t dying, nor is it leaning dangerously.  But my neighbor hated it, and my wife hated it.  As I spent my childhood on the Great Plains, it’s still fascinating to me that trees can grow naturally, and not have to be attended to constantly.  I like trees, but native Ohioans seem to revel in deforestation for some reason.  Ultimately, I conceded to having this one tree removed, were we to need to remove a tree to satisfy the boiling desire of my Ohioan wife to kill a tree.

My neighbor, in his excitement upon hearing word of my concession, and apparently having recently gotten his chainsaw in working order, ran over to greet us with said chainsaw, and expressed his willingness to cut the tree down at that moment–to which my wife readily agreed.

It may be just a tree, but I still have trouble with needlessly extinguishing a life

I also have many a memory of the trees in Lubbock dying, and needing to be chopped down.  And while my youthful memory likely exaggerates the negatives, I recall dad borrowing a chainsaw to fell the trees, followed by me spending hours with the pruners and bow saw, chopping and cutting, chopping and cutting…

This tree was no exception.  3-4 hours later, and we had grown the firewood supply.  And for whatever reason, the women of the neighborhood found it hilarious that I was butchering the tree with a reciprocating saw.  I guess, compared to the chainsaw, there was a penis joke in there somewhere.

What the Duck?

Ending on a happy note, a duck and her ducklings wandered down the gutter.

I wonder where she was leading them.  I’m not aware of any nearby ponds.  But last year I almost hit a duck with the mower in my front yard, so apparently we’re good duck territory despite the lack of ponds…and mechanical chopping machines.

–Simon

Robin Egg

I saw this recently as I was doing yardwork.  It appears to be a robin egg:

robin egg

It’s a pretty little egg, so I took a photo.  Poor baby bird.  I like how this solitary ant is enjoying the feast though, like “Screw the colony, this is mine!”

–Simon

My Outlook: Office Doesn’t Excel

Do you know what they improved between MS Office 2013 and 2016?  NOT A DAMN THING!

Okay, to be fair, there were some totally awesome improvements, like…window stacking?  And new Excel graphs.  And there’s this map function apparently.  And better database integration support.  This would totally be worth buying a new license.

Of course, that’s not their MO anymore.  I realize it’s clichéd to blame Millennials for things as I’m apt to do, but it’s totally their fault.  They expect software to have no upfront cost, and to be completely cloud-based.  So now, Microsoft pushes subscription services instead.  Yay, just like DRM!  You never actually own anything anymore.

On the business side, we have the same thing: perpetual contracts, even when the new software adds no value.  So what did Office 2016 change?  Well, they moved all the functions around so I had to find them again.  And now, repeated keystrokes cause some type of application layer panic and everything crashes.

excelcrash
How about you just let me CLOSE the program?

Rant complete.  But I’m not one to complain without suggesting a solution.  I offer you an alternative: LibreOffice.  It’s an open-source fork.  So while you may be forever forced to use Microsoft products at work, you can still make a choice in your personal computing needs.

Now I’m going to get back to work and see if Excel launches.

–Simon

St. Augustine

Last week we visited St. Augustine.  From the perspective of humanity, Florida really sucks.  I hate the people.  I hate the culture.

However, focusing on the the biome itself (which is my preference), I did find it interesting.  The warmer climate reminded me of my own childhood,  and also served as a respite from the lingering Ohio winter.  So, phone in hand, I cataloged points of interest:

palm
Palm trees! Obligatory photo of a flora novel to a Midwesterner
view
My daughter’s first view of the ocean–I wonder if this moment will form a permanent memory
lizard
Not sure how a small reptile can appear cute, but they do
spanish moss
I just really like Spanish moss
glamor
A young model in the making? Maybe I can get a contract with Target
dinner
I watched this lizard repeatedly attempt to eat this inchworm, but it was behind the screen. The battle moved behind the board, so I never saw the outcome
dunes
These dunes triggered childhood memories of White Sands National Park
turtle
Tortuga
tracks
A sandpiper had left tracks, creating this pleasant beach scene

–Simon

Blaming the Borrowers

borrowersRemember that story with the little people who would steal insignificant items from around the house in order to craft useful tools needed for their survival?  It was a humorous take on the phenomenon of small and low-value clutter vanishing, seemingly without explanation.  It’s an innocent way to cope with the irritations of their misplacement.

Yet, fantasy aside, I notice a certain parallel between this event and the real world, specifically at work.  Why?  This building, a former military structure, might harbor the remnants of tiny X-Files-esque creatures, and that would be a far more entertaining explanation, but the more rational conclusion is that people as a whole posses flexible morals–which is a nice way of saying they’re lowlife thieving bastards.

“If it isn’t yours, don’t touch it.”  It’s a very simple bit of life guidance imparted by mothers upon their children, and then quickly disregarded.  Even in those days, school supplies and personal trinkets would go missing from my desk and wall-cubby–the problem being that personal storage at school had no means of security.  Once the scholarly youth reach a certain age, we apparently begrudgingly acknowledge that their innocence has been lost, and provide them with lockers.  Overnight, this solves the problem of theft.

From this moment on, we’re taught the basics of personal security.  We lock up our houses, cars, computers, and phones.  Any personal item not on our person gets secured.  Digital information receives encryption and access control.  Then we go to work and apparently, we completely un-learn everything we’ve ever learned about security, regressing back to grade school.  We’re issued cubicles which by their very nature are about as low-security as you can get.  And despite the regular lectures we receive about building security, the edifice is apparently so low-security that people have accidentally found their way into it, mistaking it for the courthouse next door, all the while patrolled by a security force too young to even buy beer.

Certainly everything could get locked in desk drawers, but that limits the efficiency of even having a desk if you have to go constantly rummaging.  Also, being human, it’s nice to have a small degree of personal effects upon my desk, such as photos, to remind me why I even come to work at all (it isn’t to fill empty time or to find meaning in my life).  And in my tenure with this company, things have gone missing from my desk.

Now, why do people steal?  I’ve pondered this question, but in the context of an office setting, I can’t think of a better explanation than “I want that”–so basic greed and self-serving motivations.  This isn’t a very interesting concept to explore, as it’s a basal animal reaction to a stimulus, so instead I focus on an observation: not why people steal, but what.

Based on past experiences, I find the items that go missing are valued at around $5 and hold no apparent sentimental value: decorations and office supplies.  These are items which could be requisitioned by the administrative assistants, or purchased at any general retailer, but apparently that’s too much trouble.  I’m assuming people, not without mom’s words of wisdom, have a general aversion to causing others pain, and so limit their thefts to items of low value so as not to cause financial stress, and avoid sentimental items because of the emotional pain their loss would inflict.  In the thief’s mind, the stolen item then isn’t all that important, so there isn’t much guilt involved with the crime, and besides, they could always justify the act as borrowing, like the person who borrowed my ruler…3 years ago? (I’m still waiting for its return).

Life lessons are always bitter.  I’ve learned to limit my desktop to pictures and general office supplies whose loss wouldn’t really upset me.  It’s an impersonal and spartan work environment, unquestionably impacting morale.  Maybe in another 10 years, my pay-band will net me an office.

–Simon