Warning – as I stumble across older I musings that I have previously “published” under a pre-blog venue, I may, as energy permits, travel back in time and post them here. I happened to stumble across a 1998 Christmas Letter tonight and did just that.
Rate my rack
To continue the theme of “racks”, I have added a page regarding my basement data center. I intend to pimp the page at some later point, but it is at least a start.
Shoe Rack
Last weekend I built a shoe rack. It was actually much more involved than that, but in the end I have to be honest with myself and admit that it is a shoe rack.
It all started with a problem to solve.
Door Relationships
What is the range of distance for which you need to hold a door open for the person behind you?
There is a distance at which you would be an ass not to hold it, perhaps even injure someone by closing it in his/her face. And there is a distance that is so far that you would put undue pressure on someone to speed up as not to make you wait and/or look a little odd to be so determined to hold the door for them.
Memorial Day Hike
So the kids and I decided to go hiking on Monday morning and give Mom a little break. It is a pastime we recently started (this Spring) – and really enjoy doing. Since this past weekend was the first time I was able to see the sun other than gazing through the plate glass windows of a cube farm, it has been a pretty slow hiking season (twice, with once being through the backyard). This wouldn’t be the first hobby of mine that got off to a slow start (but this time it really isn’t my fault).
Season’s Greetings 1998
Season’s Greetings Everyone!
I hope everyone had a great year. I received three promotions and a huge raise this year, Alissa has been named regent of a small European country, and Mac, although only two, has discovered a perpetual source of energy using our gas furnace and dryer lint and will be honored by the Nobel board in February. Goober (our cat) finally obtained his black belt in Tae Kwae Do, and is now throwing his energies into gourmet cooking. I am writing from our second home, a small chateau in the Swiss Alps – I just flew the private jet in yesterday (Did I mention my pilot’s license?…)