survived migration

So I decided to migrate the blog to a new server – easy, right?

Well, it’s not so easy when your site uses a lot of plugins that leave less-than-clean database code behind. So the first three attempts at getting the posts moved were frustrating: partial uploads, errors, etc. For those of you who follow me via RSS, sorry for the confusion.

So I did a simple rebuild of the database using phpMyAdmin (fixed 50+ errors), re-downloaded the posts as a big ‘ol XML file, re-installed WordPress on the new server, re-imported from the clean XML file, and all is well…

randomduck is back!

I’m still working on a couple of plugin issues before I bring back my trusty theme – until then, enjoy this one.

i guess i am a reader, after all

At least if this quiz is any indicator (hat tip to sprite for this online quiz):

What Kind of Reader Are You?
Your Result: Literate Good Citizen
 

You read to inform or entertain yourself, but you’re not nerdy about it. You’ve read most major classics (in school) and you have a favorite genre or two.

Book Snob
 
Dedicated Reader
 
Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm
 
Fad Reader
 
Non-Reader
 
What Kind of Reader Are You?
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

Thing is, I’m not really a person who gets lost in a book. I can’t exactly say why, because I was a voracious reader in my youth: I read tons of books in elementary and junior high school.

But high school and college had an adverse effect on my reading habits – as did the internet. In high school and college, I ran into a string of English teachers and professors (not all of them, mind you, just a select few) who made reading a pain. The worst was when they took tomes that were part of my favorite books collection and told me that I was not understanding them, or misinterpreting them, or didn’t have the “proper critical acumen to comprehend the stories” in front of me (that last one is a verbatim quote from a most-despised professor from college, said to me in a one-on-one meeting – asshat).

That, combined with the rigorous academic load I carried during my last year of undergraduate work, turned me off of books as a recreational endeavor. I’ve since only occasionally taken a plunge into a book for non-academic reasons, which is a shame, as I have a great number of books that I own and have every intent of reading.

But then there’s the internet and its many treasure troves of info (some good, much bad). And the bike and skis, which test my mettle in different ways (and allow me a lot of thought time during long, solitary uphill moments). I am a thinker, and I like to be informed of the world around me and its history, so reading is a big part of my life. But I’m getting most of this info from journals, periodicals and online resources these days, which is a change.

One of my goals for 2009 is to read more books than I did in 2008 – not difficult to do, as I finished a grand total of two (or three, possibly – need to see if I documented anything else) last year. And I’ve made my way through two-thirds of a book I’m reviewing for a blog, and one-third of the way through a book I received for Christmas.

So there’s hope, at least – and, as the quiz claims, I’m not a non-reader.

monday musings (tuesday edition)

Since we last met, I’ve been skiing in Colorado (great time – proper post coming soon, though the new header image is from this trip) and spent a weekend in Chicago, where sprite had her annual meeting (inconveniently planned to occur on her birthday). There are plenty of pics from both adventures over at my Flickr page, so have a look around.

Let’s muse, then:

  • So it seems that Chrysler – who already received $4 billion in loans from the TARP fund – needs an additional $5 billion to stay afloat. GM wants another $16.6 billion. Sorry, Detroit dinosaurs, but we need to cut you off. Y’see, I remember how things used to be in the land of business: those that could adapt to changing circumstances survived, while others failed – no bailout needed or expected. Note that you don’t see Studebakers, or Cords, or Nash Ramblers in the dealerships these days – there’s a reason for that, as their parent companies failed. And yes, many people lost their jobs as a result of these failures. But somehow, the United States survived, and the fittest of the automakers lived on to see another day.

    The issue, as I see it, is that the “Big Three” of Detroit failed to see the folly of their ways. When customers demanded fuel-efficient and reliable cars, the folks at Ford, GM and Chrysler kept on producing big, hefty, inefficient, unreliable cars that didn’t appeal to many buyers. Sure, there was a certain pride in “buying American” (a trait to which I don’t really subscribe in these modern days), but the buyers looked to the cars that looked forward: Honda and Toyota hybrids, well-engineered German models, and high bang-for-your-buck units from South Korea. All the while, Detroit over-expanded and watered down its offerings.

    Even now, the “Big Three” refuse to do a proper culling of their models and workforce to appeal to the modern economy. If they would simply specialize in their unique strengths (Ford = trucks, Chrysler = vans and the basics of the Jeep brand, GM = ummm, something), plus one “character car” (Ford = Mustang, GM = Corvette, Chrysler = Viper or some very-capable Jeep), then perhaps there would be reason to have optimism. And this wouldn’t require any federal funding to happen: it’s just a matter of cutting costs – and personnel – at all levels, top to bottom.

    Furthermore, the UAW is standing firm on post-war, sweatshop-based tactics toward job protection, moves that do not endear them to me or to the economic realities of today. Look at the most productive and motivated auto workers these days, and you’ll see that they work for Toyota, Honda, Nissan and BMW – most of which are not beholden to the UAW and its yesteryear-leaning tactics.

  • And this leads to my next point: unions need to look long and hard at how their European counterparts handle employment and worker protections. Note that the European labor unions do not rule the roost at the places where they are active. Membership is optional, and you’ll see both union-affiliated and non-union workers standing side-by-side at factories, all happy in their choices. Compare that to the United States, where unions like the UAW create all-or-nothing situations for potential employees.

    Unions have served a purpose throughout the history of the United States. They helped improve worker conditions and defend workers’ rights during times of sweatshop tactics and excessive child labor. They helped set proper safety standards, and helped negotiate living wages. Like the “Big Three,” however, most unions in the United States have failed to adapt to the new realities of the market, both locally and globally. They are paranoid and protectionist to a fault, and while there are some that still act as fair players in the grand scheme of business and societal welfare, there are others that fear any change.

  • And that brings me to the basic reality that the United States now faces: change. The voters called for it in the 2008 elections, and the current economic crisis demands it of all citizens, rich and poor. The America many have known is a relic of a decadent past, and we need to move forward to a leaner, more efficient, more inclusive and less divisive way of life. It means walking instead of driving to the store, it means less spending on frivolous items, it means setting up the basics that many societies take for granted as true civil rights – universal healthcare being paramount above all else, especially for those 18 and under. It means investing in the future: in post-oil energy, in mass transit and infrastructure improvements that will connect our neighborhoods without requiring low-occupancy cars to get from point to point.

    These are all changes to the old “chicken in every pot, two cars in every garage” post-war dream that continues to be bandied about by nostalgia buffs and social conservatives. It was a great dream, but it’s time to wake up to reality – and reality demands that we change our ways. It will involve sacrifice, no doubt. But these changes are simple to integrate into daily life: walk, bus, train or bike to places you would normally drive; use canvas, cloth or reusable composite bags for shopping needs; turn off lights, computers and appliances that aren’t in use; set thermostats lower in the winter and higher in the summer (dressing in layers is chic, after all); eat locally and in season whenever possible; hang dry your clothes. These are just a few things – little things – that most people can, and must, do in order to help enact real, tangible change.

  • And speaking of reusable bags, the Trash Free Anacostia movement is one I really support. It calls for a 5 cent fee for any plastic or paper grocery bag issued by a store, thus encouraging reuse of bags instead of introducing them into the ecosystem, where they often end up as waste – in DC’s case, that’s usually in the river ecosystem of the Anacostia and Potomac Rivers.

    Frankly, I think a 5 cent fee is too low – it should be more like 35 to 50 cents per bag – and should be used in conjunction with a 5 to 10 cent credit for bringing your own bags to the store. This kind of system works well in Europe (where else?), and has really changed how people shop: they buy only what’s needed, and think about what they realistically can carry. Yet this isn’t necessarily a limitation; rather, it’s a call for personal creativity.

    And while people will grouse about this adversely affecting the poor: it’s a one-time charge to get a reusable bag (most retailers change between $1-2 for fairly large, durable bags), and in DC, it’s not difficult to come upon tote bags and duffels, as they’re handed out at myriad free events throughout the District.

    So I applaud Councilman Wells’ efforts on this, and am in support of this first step toward a new mindset in American commerce – one bag at a time.

monday musings – mid-week edition.

Stuff that’s been in my head:

  • Long before Markos at DailyKos said it, I argued that Obama’s secret way of funding the bailout package is to name high-profile tax evaders to his cabinet and other high-level governmental positions: as they are named, they are vetted, smoked out and must pay. Soon enough, the bailout will be fully funded, and the federal deficit will be reduced.
  • Speaking of Obama and cabinet picks: Howard Dean should be the natural pick for Secretary of Health & Human Services, as well as the Health Care Czar position. Dean eats, sleeps and breathes health care policy – specifically universal coverage for children under 18. If Rahm Emmanuel is still bitter with Dean over the 50-state strategy (face it, Rahm, Dean won that battle, and the only reason you are CoS for POTUS is because of Dean’s reworking of the DNC food chain), that’s too silly a reason to pass over the former governor of Vermont.
  • The suggestions that Sen. Orrin Hatch (R-UT) be HHS Secretary are laughable and scary: this is the man, after all, who allows so-called “health supplement” companies to continue producing formulae of questionable health value without the oversight of the FDA. Of course, the gullible and naïve voters of Utah have returned this idiot to the Senate too many times to count, so perhaps this might be the only way to get some new blood in Utah’s congressional team, but still…. bad idea. And I can count the times Hatch has been bi-partisan/non-partisan on one hand (with fingers left over).
  • When will the Dems – other than Barney Frank – act like they actually won the election in November? I’m waiting, but it’s time to put up or shut up – and I’m pointing my fingers are you, Sen. Reid and Rep. Pelosi.

In non-political stuff (okay, might be slightly political):

  • As Sarah noted, Ticketmaster is an evil monopoly. Sure, I managed to get tickets to Springsteen’s show here in DC, but only after being denied good seats due to a site error, then finally getting tickets 20 minutes after they went on sale. All the while, my fruitless attempts at getting seats resulted in Ticketmaster suggesting I buy tickets for the same show (at a greatly inflated price) via TicketsNow, their legal “reselling” (read: scalping) sister company – these tickets almost certainly coming from under-the-table skimming of prime seats from one arm of the company to the other. That, to put it bluntly, is fucked up. And now Ticketmaster is looking to buy out one of their few remaining competitors, LiveNation. If this isn’t a true monopoly that acts against the best interests of consumers, I don’t know what is. Let’s hope the Obama DOJ investigates these criminals for what they are – a ticket mafia – and that the trust is broken and people put in jail.
  • While I love a cupcake as much as the next person, the trend of boutique cupcakes has got to end: when run-of-the-mill cupcakes in the supermarket now command more than $2 per specimen, that’s just wrong. And let’s face it: many of the boutique cupcakes aren’t that good: most home bakers could bake equally tasty, if not better, cakes.
  • I’m very much ready to get back to real winter. DC has been lacking in this area. Sure, we had a true, hard freeze this year (fewer mosquitoes this summer is a lovely thought), but a scarcity of snow. New England and the west have been inundated, so I’m headed to Colorado tomorrow to get a snow fix.
  • It’s time to start ramping up my bike training regimen for the 2009 season: lots of big rides loom ahead, and the warm months aren’t too far away. But I’m really glad I spent some time off the bike, as I was getting a bit burnt out.

a message to “unknown”

In the past few days, I’ve received a number of calls on my cell phone from a number that identifies itself as “Unknown.” They call three to five times per day, never leaving a voicemail.

If this person happens upon this site (chances are they won’t, but what’s the loss in trying?), let me make this very clear: I never, ever pick up calls from unidentified numbers. And if no voicemail is left, I have no way to tell who this caller is.

My number is on the do-not-call list, and I would like this caller to know that, if and when I get the number, I plan on collecting my $50 each time you call me.

Rant over – more positive stuff coming soon.

(ETA: I finally picked up one of these calls. Turns out it was a direct marketing firm from Nevada, looking for a different person altogether. They apologized – and no calls since, touch wood.)

pics from a wonderful weekend

Rudi and spriteIt really was wonderful, that’s for sure!

And I had my cameras – the Canon and the iPhone – with me throughout the fun, capturing moments that I won’t soon forget.

You can see all of the pictures by clicking here. They’re split up by day and/or event, so have a look around!

a new day

The inauguration brought forth a new day to DC, the country and the world.

A bunch of us decided to see what the crowds were like heading down to The Mall. They were sizable, for sure, but unified in positive attitude, which was a marked contrast from the typical protest crowd that tends to assemble in similar numbers here in DC.

But we weren’t planning on getting onto The Mall (indeed, the northern entrances to the event closed just after 9:45 am), instead opting to watch from the comforts of a Dupont Circle bar. It was a wise move, as we had hot beverages, decent food, a high-def TV and heating at our disposal. So we sat at James Hoban’s Pub for almost six hours, soaking in all of the inaugural pageantry and ritual. We cheered, we clapped, we laughed and we occasionally critiqued the events surrounding President Obama’s swearing-in ceremony.

And tonight, we had a great time at The Hill Ball. The big band was hot, the friends were fun (as usual), and the dancing was energetic. It was a fitting way to celebrate the dawning of a new – and long overdue – political era in DC. There are many pictures to upload – that will happen in the next couple of days.

We capped the night with a late dinner at Tunnicliffe’s at Eastern Market. A burger at midnight-plus-thirty seems a bit excessive, but even the Obamas hadn’t yet had their last dance of the night. So we ate, laughed and enjoyed the camaraderie of an inaugural day gone right.

music and service

A monumental crowdYesterday’s “We Are One” concert was a wonderful experience. Sure, we didn’t make it into the secured area between the WWII and Lincoln Memorials, but our “seats” were quite good: in front of the Washington Monument, right in front of a Jumbotron and speaker array.

While the audio and video were out-of-sync (the audio was on a delay of some sort – either from HBO’s satellite, or a planned stagger to account for speakers being further away from the stage), the performances were great. Springsteen, Mellencamp and U2 were particularly great, but the real treat was seeing Pete Seeger leading the entire crowd – likely over 500,000 – in a sing-along of “This Land Is Your Land” – really cool stuff.

Afterward, we walked along The Mall with the masses, eventually making our way to Eastern Market to meet up with friends for dinner. Unfortunately, the crowds at Tunnicliffe’s were too think to get seating anytime soon (our friends already had a small table), so John, sprite and I bid farewell to our friends and headed to Columbia Heights for a lovely and tasty pizza at Pete’s Apizza (best pie in DC).

Today, sprite and I are participating in the National Day of Service. We’ll be assembling care packages for active-duty servicemen in the military. Apparently, Jill Biden and Michelle Obama are helping at the same venue, so we might get our brush with the incoming first and second families.

Thus far, DC has handled the throngs quite well. Sure, there’s a lot of crowding, and centrally-located Metro stations are very, very busy, but it’s not too bad. The military’s presence is quite strong (Humvees and MPs at every intersection in the areas surrounding The Mall, the White House and the Capitol). I think today and Tuesday will be the real tests of this city’s mettle – let’s see how that goes.

One thing this weekend is doing is keeping me off the bike. Saturday’s weather was too cold for healthy riding (and a water main break in Glen Echo caused some icy conditions near the ride start), and we’ve been busy ever since. So I’ll get back on the wheeled horse this week – this is such a once-in-a-lifetime event, I’m happy to let a weekend slide.

Oh, one more thing: we eventually obtained tickets to The Hill Ball, so sprite and I will dance the night away on Tuesday with our Cap Hill friends. Thanks to those who helped in this endeavor – you know who you are.

half a million plus

Down at The Mall for the “We Are One” concert. We’re in the overflow area, outside of the security perimeter at the foot of the Washington Monument – no way we were going to brave the mile-plus-long lines.

As such, we have good “seats” by a Jumbotron. And we’re just a few of over 500,000 here.

Rock on.

the early bird and the late bird

Sometimes it pays to be the early bird. And it sure-as-hell sucks to be the late bird.

Let’s start with the latter, because it’s better to end on a high note (at least that’s what Hollywood tells me).

Next week, as anybody not living in a remote wilderness or in a self-imposed media blackout knows, is the inauguration of Barack Obama. And living in DC, there’s no shortage of events surrounding this event, from concerts to balls and everything in between.

And in this, I’ve struck out in securing tickets to the events I’d really like to attend. A fun concert at the Black Cat sold out a few days before I decided I wanted tickets, and a more festive, neighborhood ball sold out hours before I decided to dive into the world of tickets. I’m especially miffed about the latter, as it actually stands a chance of being an enjoyable dance party (festive attire vs. black tie, big band swing vs. big-name star power), and many of our friends will be in attendance. While there’s still a slim chance of scoring tickets to this party, I’m not holding my breath.

So my only planned inaugural event is the blockbuster concert at the Lincoln Memorial on Sunday. And yes, I plan to bundle up and enjoy hearing the various acts along with 500,000 of my closest friends – snow or no snow. After all, I’m a mountain man at heart, so a little cold and snow flurry action is no big deal.

Now for the good news: I managed to get myself up before 7:00 am to login and register for the Harpoon Brewery-to-Brewery Ride: a 149-mile journey from Harpoon’s brewery in Boston to their other brewery in east-central Vermont, taking place on June 20. Only 800 riders are allowed too participate, and they demand that all riders be in good enough shape to average 16 mph over the distance. I know I have that kind of speed in me, so it should be fun.

Sadly, my friend Jason waited until 7:45 to try and register and missed out, as all 800 places filled up fast. As with me and The Hill Ball, he has a slim chance of scoring an entry, but right now, it’s not necessarily in the cards for him.

So the early bird got the spoils this morning. Perhaps I should remember that for future events.