On Camping

I have returned-intact, yet-from a weekend of camping fun over at Baker Bay with the missus, her Sweet Adelines quartet “Diamonds in the Rough”, and their husbands (one of whom sings in my quartet, “It’s About Time”).

Now before I say another word, let me tell you that I really did have a good time. I got to know the other ladies (and their husbands) a bit better, and with the exceptions of a brief return to civilization to direct the chorus I belong to at a funeral and some sort of minor gastric issue, I really did have a good time.

Getting to that good time, however, is another story. 

Here’s all I’m going to share of the Friday we left: I knew that it was supposed to be the hottest weekend to date up here; I wasn’t looking forward to attending that funeral that I was to direct the chorus in (the gentleman in question was a long time member of the chapter and a good man to one and all--he will be missed!), I was not having any success in rounding up the man-cat so I could take him to grammy and grampy cat’s for the weekend (he’s diabetic, and needs shots twice a day--the man-cat, not grampy cat). I had to load the trunk carefully while the missus was at work, get quarters for the freaking showers (fifty cents to a buck in quarters to shower is obscene), and once I got back from that little side trip had to inflate four bicycle tires so I could go choke on dust at some point in this little back to nature thing. 

Needless to say that when we left, I was not a happy camper.

I thought all along that most Sweet Adelines were all into things like shopping, bling, massages, spa treatments, and fancy meals. I found out that isn’t always the case, but I’m not going there today, kids. (Remember, I’ve seen their Harmony Bazaar and thus know a bit better than that.)

Now camping to me is a bit like playing in the snow. I’ll do it, but there are things I prefer doing. At least camping is a summer event so that makes it a lot easier for me to deal with. And it’s not like I have never been camping; as a kid I went to Camp Pinecrest, Loma Mar, Hot Sulphur Springs and Silver Spur--in addition to band and drum corps camps and tours. (I won’t count boot camp in there...that’s a whole different world.) My folks had a 1972 Dodge Commander motor home, and on rare occasions we actually used it to camp in.

In addition, the missus and I have been members of KOA since 2007, and I’ve had an REI card since 1984. I still have my original card, too. I keep getting told I really should get a new one, but I love to see people have to manually enter my membership number with no barcode and no magnetic stripes--the older cards never had them. Almost all our camping gear is from either REI or Coleman. (There’s some folks who have figured out the camping thing as well.)

But as an adult, I find I like certain creature comforts...you know, clean beds, electricity, low dirt, no bugs or other vermin, and a restroom that is clean, doesn’t stink, and doesn’t need wiping down every time I walk into it. Internet connections, breakfast on the property, and good food nearby are considered plusses. I have said in the past that my idea of getting back to nature is staying at a Doubletree Inn, roughing it means there's no hot tub, and foraging for food means there's no restaurant on site.  

And yet, I truly do enjoy camping if it’s done right. This is why we typically stay in Kamping Kabins at KOA’s; one other thing I like is a real bed for my back. I have Dad Crandall’s back: shoulder and low back issues have been nothing new since intermediate school. (We do have inflatable camp pads and a widget that plugs into the car’s cigarette lighter that inflates or deflates them in a minute or less, which helps that out a great deal.) 

However...this isn’t a defense of my lack of camping desire; I’ll go because I do like seeing some spectacular views and hanging out with folks also suffering under the delusion that their motor home with the king bed, microwave oven, mini fireplace, carpeting, and satellite dish is roughing it. (Ever notice they call those apartments on wheels the “Wilderness” model?) No, this blog really is about the great weekend we had. 

And we did have fun. The ladies took turns providing some awesome meals; they worked on their music (and drew audiences both nights, I might add); we all got to know each other a bit better; the gent who sings in my quartet made up some rockin’ ice cream Saturday night; I rediscovered why I don’t play dice games after getting creamed in Yahtzee not once but twice (I can’t roll fives or sixes if my life depended on it); and the fruit the missus packed in was out of this world. We had a chance to go floating in Dorena Lake; cracked bad puns; laughed much; ate more. I even learned how to clean a fish...which I why I greatly prefer catch and release, and buying my fish pre-cleaned and filleted. Seeing a plate of fish guts prior to breakfast is, shall we say, less than appetizing. Deena and I even rode the bikes a little in the campground, there is a biking trail around the lake but it was more milage than we had time or desire for. 

Sadly, the heat and all that wonderful food took a toll on me: late Saturday night I wasn’t feeling too well gastrically, and in fact as I wrote most of this am still not 100%. Several naps in the air conditioning once home and light meals all day Sunday--combined with much liquid that isn’t Coca-Cola (one of my few real vices, I’m afraid)--and a good night’s rest and I’m doing better but still not at 100%. Let’s just say that eating a Whopper Jr. with cheese--without a gall bladder--in 95 degree heat is probably something I shouldn’t do terribly often. Saturday night was a very long night for me, and thus Sunday breakfast didn’t sound good at all, even though it looked wonderful. 

The missus and I have decided one thing: when we have to camp outside of a KOA, we actually prefer doing the tent thing to a trailer. We were packed up and loaded in 45 minutes or less. I still prefer Kabins...but you can’t win them all. 

Enough for now.

On Google, Chrome, and Being Paranoid

Basic info: everyone, in order to access the internet, has to have a browser. There are five real contenders: Safari (Apple), Internet Explorer (Microsoft), Firefox (Mozilla), Opera (Opera), and Chrome (Google). Most of you, I would guess, are using Internet Explorer, as that’s pretty much the default browser on most Windows-based computers. (Which is too bad, really.) I use Safari; it’s faster, less buggier, and was designed to run on a Mac, because Apple designed it. Firefox and Opera are pretty good; I had Firefox as a backup browser but finally deleted it because I rarely used it.

Google wants to change your mind. Their browser-called Chrome-is fairly new, and I spent a few days some time back playing with it. It’s okay, I guess. Since I haven’t seen any major speed improvements, nor have I seen anything that makes it any better than Safari to me, I finally removed it from the Mac. It’s different, but really not any better than Safari to and/or for me.

Now, I am not really an Apple snob. I like to joke with family and friends, but as I have said before you need to have a computer that works well for you. Just because I think a Mac is a better deal, has less bugs, far less security issues, works better, looks cleaner, weighs a bit less and is a better machine than any Windows-based PC--ever--doesn’t mean you should run right out and get one right now. After dinner or even tomorrow will be soon enough. (Hmmm...maybe I am a bit of an Apple snob.)

But Chrome didn’t really impress me. You there--you with the Windows PC-- you might like it, however. It’s an improvement over IE 8. (So is IE 6, however.)

Google hasn’t taken over the Earth...yet. They’re getting close, but I will continue to not go there. I will keep using Safari, iWork and iLife, and not allow Google to totally take over my so-called online life. 

Should the fact that Google has a large amount of information on you bother you? Maybe. It sort of bothered me for a bit. 

I’ve spent a lot of time not creating a big digital footprint. This is partially because I work online, and partially by choice: there was a time in my life where I figured out the less people knew about me, the less they could tease, torment, and make my life miserable with. That has kind of stayed with me, and while I’ve gotten much better about this kind of thing, I like to keep a somewhat low profile. 

Now...Blogspot is owned by Google; therefore, they host this blog. I have a gmail account I am using for dissertation purposes and a few other things. Picasa (owned by Google) is where I have pictures for the blog stored. (I generally as a rule do not put my personal pics online; I do not want them harvested by a picture bot and used somewhere else without my knowledge.) Since I have all the above, I also have an iGoogle page, with widgets for everything from comics to the CBC newsreader. (I deleted the Google Latitude widget however, as I decided I don’t want the world to know where I am at all times. It’s none of the world’s business to know where I am 24/7.) I have a YouTube account, which is also owned by Google. And, of course, I use Google to find things; it’s the usually the default search engine for Safari but you can also use Yahoo search or Bing. I do not have Google Earth on the Mac, though it is on the iPod for now. (It’s one of those apps that “seemed like a good idea at the time.”) 

So, Google now knows what I like to watch, what kind of news I like, some of my hobbies, that I have boring email, etc. All of which can be targeted to advertisers, to sell me on a trip to Honolulu, Billund, Toronto, Cupertino, San Francisco, Nashville, or Vancouver. Or to sell me more stuff for the Mac. Or to let me know that there’s a new animated series that’s just been uploaded. Or to try and convince me that I really need whatever it is that is being touted. I also get ads trying to convince me of other things I allegedly need as well. (I can’t think of a reason I need--or want--bust enhancement creams, for example.)

It smells like Big Brother to me, in a sense. I could get really paranoid about this constant monitoring of my online stuff. 

But it doesn’t smell like Big Brother at the same time, because it is not all centrally located, and no single person could possibly keep track of one person by attempting to sift through all that data. And in my case, there just isn’t anything to hide, really. (So maybe it’s more like kid sister than Big Brother.)  

Now, I could move this blog to another blog site, move the pictures to flickr, close the gmail account, and reduce Google’s hold to simply YouTube for now. I won’t; it all works pretty well together. Why reinvent the wheel? Besides, I can change some things to Yahoo!...and I find I’d still have the same issue. So, I allow Google access to all this information knowingly, knowing that any info I use will be stored somewhere. There has to be a certain level of trust. 

Still...it never hurts to be careful, because you never know who’s minding the store. 

Enough for now. 

On Facebook, Revisited

If you look down at the lower right hand corner of the blog, you’ll notice something new. No, somebody hasn’t hacked into my blog account...that’s really my mug in that box that says “Facebook.” 

You read that correctly. I have joined the 21st century and now have a Facebook page.  

The story behind this, however, is not too surprising. 

At the outset, let me state that while I am not anti-social, I am a bit of a recluse. I like my music, my books and lead a somewhat quiet and contemplative life. (I’ve said before that I am my father’s child.) I dislike being in huge crowds for long periods of time. (Attending Barbershop Internationals and most LEGO conventions are the exceptions, however.) By and large, working online has been fairly healthy for me. In fact, working online as I do is one of the reasons I didn’t want a Facebook page. I spend enough time behind the keyboard of my trusty Mac, between work and school. (Just ask Deena.) In fact, I get more information and entertainment off the web and my trusty Mac and iPod than I do off the radio and TV. 

As a result, I like to keep my private life...well, private. I know who my friends are, and generally where and how they are. If I want or need to talk to them (or they to me), there’s a thing called a phone. We can call and talk to each other.

However, because I have moved a lot over the last 30 odd years or so, I have friends all over creation, some of whom have vanished, others have moved and just not caught up to me yet.

It was two of those friends-one, a friend from high school, and the other a gent who figures rather prominently in my spiritual growth as a Christian-that finally pushed me over the brink. They have Facebook pages, and the only way to reach them was to get one myself and let them know where I am. 

So now I had a choice. Either keep hiding, or get my buns on Facebook. Since I really wanted to reconnect with these people, I broke down and signed up. (Deena never thought I’d have a Mac and an iPod either, so I guess that’s a fair trade.) 

I do want my friends to remain my friends, so I do have the thing locked down pretty tight. And yes, you’ll discover just how reclusive and geeky I can be. I’m okay with that.

And I can see why people spend a lot of time on their pages, and why people get fired for writing bad things about their employers. Fortunately, I like my employer, I love what I do, and have books to read.

Which I think I’m going to go do after posting this. 

Enough for now.

On Bible Bookstores

Since we’re coming up on Memorial Day, take time to say thanks to a vet for being willing to keep America free. Freedom isn’t free by any stretch. Also take time to thank God Almighty for living in a free country, and pray for America. She needs all the prayers she can get right now.

I’m not going to comment on the idiocy regarding “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” at this point in time. Suffice it to say that I’m hideously disappointed, as a Vet, that this is even being rammed through-and down-the throats of America’s fighting men and women.  

No, today I’m remembering something else. 

This morning, I was wandering around one of the last remaining Christian bookstores in the local area. (I went to where one had been in West Eugene yesterday, only to discover it was long gone.) I was looking for a few books that might help me in my dissertation work. 

No such luck. (I’m not surprised. I suspected this would be the case as I’m looking for some pretty specialized, denominational type books, not just general stuff.) 

But it also got me to thinking about the demise of bookstores in general, and the Bible Bookstore in particular. You remember Bible Bookstores, don’t you?

When I first became a Christian, they were somewhat more numerous. They carried a little music (the bigger ones actually had a music section), reference tools, some rather predictable novels and books by well known preachers, church supplies, gospel tracts, VBS materials, hymnals for general use, Bible studies, and Bibles. In those days, your choice was the King James, the Revised Standard Version, the New American Standard, and maybe the New International Version. (They also carried the most amazing amount of junk with a Jesus sticker slapped on it.) 

Then there was a sort of Christian publishing revolution. Christian self-help, Christian novels and fiction, and so forth sprung forth. Reference tools started disappearing. The music sections got larger (and the music got better). Study Bibles started exploding out of nowhere. VHS tapes started showing up, and even the junk with Jesus stickers got better. Christian publishers got bought by mainstream publishers, as did Christian recording labels. And that’s when they became a bigger business, quit being Bible Bookstores, and became Christian bookstores.

Then something odd happened. Bible studies started going the way of the reference tools. The same can be said of gospel tracts. The music started changing, keeping more “modern” sounds. (Some of which I like, some I don’t.) VHS tapes were replaced by DVD’s, and the stories keep getting better, as do the production values. (Actually, that’s A Good Thing.) There are Christian computer programs that have reference and study helps. Christian Fiction has taken over, most of it geared to women. Christian self help is pretty good sized, too. Some stores even look like Christian gift boutiques. This is no great surprise; I asked the young lady behind the counter about a year ago about this and her reply was “basically, women do most of the reading and shopping in these stores anymore.” Of course they do...most men aren’t comfortable going into a place with a more feminine touch. 

Here’s a clue, kids--most men I know don’t wear scarves (Christian or otherwise), and would like a t-shirt that fits them. You know, like in sizes XL or bigger. Even I take an XL, and “tall” or “stout” are not terms used to describe me terribly often. And when all the books for men are clumped together with books on finances, on one rack (one rack=four shelves), you kind of get the picture that men have become something of an afterthought. 

You want study Bibles? They have them in very flavor going, in more translations than I think is safe. In fact, I saw two Bibles today that made me feel like I can die now because I’ve seen it all: The “American Patriot’s Bible” and a waterproof NIV. (“Perfect for beach/pool, bathtub, missions, vacations, sports.”) Somehow, spending time in the shower with the Word of God seems wrong to me. I understand His Word cleanses us...but I don’t think that’s quite what He meant. (On the other hand, I can see a use for this in a baptismal service.) 

Now I know that there’s lots of reference tools online. (Studylight.org is a great example of that.) And I know that a lot of books can be bought online from places like eBay, Amazon, CBD and Cokesbury. Ultimately, I will end up going that route.  

But there was something...different...about those stores. Not that they were holy, but there was a sense of being about the Father’s business (or at least, being in His Presence) when you walked in. These places were calm, almost tranquil. (I remember one in Concord; it felt like God had His Presence there. Since it was two doors down from the local porn theatre, He probably did.)   

Enough for Now.

On Spring Football and why it's odd to me

I went to the Spring football game for Oregon today. Since they were honoring vets, and since the barbershop chorus I sing in was singing the “Armed Forces Medley” at the half, I actually needed to go. A class touch: at the end of the game, the players gave their game jerseys to some deserving vets. I felt that much was classy, as was honoring the vets at the half.

But there’s something I don’t get: Why is there a football game in the spring?

Now, I’m not that dumb. I understand why there are spring college football games. I understand that the NCAA allows so many practice sessions in the spring, under the thinly veiled guise of the players being “student-athletes.” I understand the concept of having a simulated game, to see how players are progressing. And I understand opening said game to the throngs of football fans (25,000 plus turned out today!), even for just a few cans of food for Food of Lane County, is a PR thing.

I even understand that it’s a big marketing thing. People will be buying season tickets soon, if they aren’t already.

But that doesn’t really answer my question: Why is there a football game in the spring? The way they do this, is that it is a “medium contact” game, with limited hits to the QB, no sacks, shorter quarters (although I understand that was for the ESPN folks), and a chance to see that Oregon’s kickers need some work. (Actually, they need a lot of work.)

So why bother? It’s not that I’m not in favor of the Ducks; I am. It’s not that I don’t like football; although I have been heard to utter the immortal words of Dr. Harry L. Dinkle, The World’s Greatest Band Director: “Football fields are for band practice!” It’s not even that I think it’s silly to play a football game in the middle of baseball season--although to me it is, really.

I guess it’s that, if they are going to make this like a real game, then let’s really do it right. Let ‘em play like they were playing a real opponent, like say, OSU or UW. Play 15 minute quarters. Get real refs on the field, and not an ESPN commentator in a zebra suit. Sell tickets for $5 or $10. (Food donations should still be allowed, and in fact, made mandatory.) Let them sack the QB at least once a quarter. Heck, make them play at night under the lights. In short: Let ‘em play under real life conditions, and quit wasting their time.

Otherwise, this is just a glorified practice, and really doesn't prove much at all.

Enough for now.

On the iPad

So I had five minutes to play with an iPad on the day of release, and another ten minutes to play today. It’s an interesting piece of work, and will doubtless continue to have a throttlehold on the news over the next week or so. You’re not sure if this thing is worth the money and effort.

That’s a good question.

Now, my electrogeekness can tell you the same things that you can read online. It’s a pound and a half, sleek, fast, and in a fairly short period of time will have apps out the wazoo. (Technically it does already, as it will run all the apps that my iPod does, and that an iPhone does if you wait for the 3g model.)

That’s not what you want to know.

I can tell you that it doesn’t run Flash (and if you don’t know what that does, that’s okay), it does have a productivity suite, and watching movies will be fun, along with all those books you said you wanted to read. The iPad is designed to be a media center. Books, music, games, a little letter writing or note taking, and checking your e-mail is what this is designed for.

You knew that already, I suspect.

I should tell you about prices, add-ons, and a hundred other things--all designed to protect and enhance your using experience.

I won’t, because you can look that up yourself.

No, the real question you want an answer to is “Do you think I should get one?” The simple answer to that is that there isn’t a simple answer. If you have a laptop...maybe not. You with laptops will want to pause and think about it.

But if you have a desktop computer, such as an HP or iMac, the answer is yes, you want one. If you’re thinking about a netbook, get this instead as I think you’ll be much happier with it. If you’re under 30, a tech person or Apple fanboy (or fangirl), and need to be on the leading edge, yes, and you may already have yours in hand. (If so, congratulations.)

If you’re over 65 and travel a bit, you might like it as well. Plane flights are long boring things anymore, and this will be a fun thing to have to play solitaire, read a book, watch a movie, and compose a letter to Aunt May. (Wi-fi is limited on many flights, even now, so you may not be able to surf the web or check e-mail from 15.25 KM, or 50,000 feet-whichever comes first.) The iPad is easy to use, lightweight, easy to maintain, and will serve you in good stead.

For those of us between 30-65, however, it might be a different story. Many of us have laptops we like. Money is a bit tight, especially for those of us with families to deal with. (Although you might want one for the slightly older child to use while on a long road trip.) I won’t be getting one, at least for now. Part of it is cost; the one I want is nearly $900. It has 64 GB memory and 3G capability. (Anything less then 32 GB of memory is a joke to me.) Here’s the other part.

I have a MacBook that I have updated to Snow Leopard, the most recent iWork and iLife suites, and dropped 2GB more RAM into it, for a total of 4GB RAM. (It is indeed like having a new MacBook.) It goes many places I do, because I work online. If I were able to go to Director’s College this year I would want my MacBook, as I can use my iPod to record the lectures and classes-and then simply transfer those to the MacBook at day’s end. However...an iPad would have been nice to have in Hawai’i last summer, as opposed to the MacBook, as it weighs less and eats less room in a carry-on. I was on vacation and thus only checking work e-mail once daily. (It was during an enrollment period for a program I help oversee.) Plus, since weight is at a premium on any flight, not having the MacBook allows me to pack stuff in my carryon I might actually need to bring.

That’s my take on the iPad. Right now I can see all kinds of potential. Several years down the road I can see a number of students getting one, downloading their books for courses, taking notes in lectures, and even writing papers with it. In three to six months from now as more apps are made specifically for the iPad, it becomes a better piece of gear. If you can wait until, say, summer--or better yet, Christmas--you will have a nifty tablet that you’ll be able to customize and really make worth the purchase.

Enough for now.

On Visiting the Mothership

On a recent trip home to Concord, I had the opportunity to go to Cupertino, where the Apple campus is located.

Well, okay. In all fairness, I had to talk my beautiful and charming bride into stopping as we went to visit her aunt in Half Moon Bay. But as I was going with her to work on a few items on her aunt’s Mac, I figured this was as good a chance as any. And after being left on my own for better than five hours there with what seemed like little to do at the time, she bought me dinner as well as my lunch expense. Not bad for a day’s semi-work.

Now it’s no secret that I am working on becoming Apple Certified in a number of things. I have already been certified in iLife, and am working on both iWork and Mac OS X support. While I will never write a lot of code or build new hardware, it will be a good backup in case the economy tanks again or further. But it isn’t something I can pursue in earnest; quite frankly it isn’t cheap and it takes time and I am short of both of those kinds of resources. On the other hand, I can earn much of it back in a few repair and update jobs, if and when that time comes.

Now you need to understand that from Concord, Cupertino is a good hour plus away and wasn’t exactly on our way. But we had plenty of time, and Deena really was a good sport about this. When we got there, we drove around a bit the campus, which is huge. We walked in the front entry, looked around, and walked out as we would need an ID badge to go any further. (You can see some pictures here. I can't say I took them, however.) The only thing that we could determine that was open to the public was the Company Store. There, along with all the usual suspects of Macdom that I could just as easily get at my local Mac Store, were the t-shirts, hats, water bottles, pens, keyrings, etc. all with the Apple logo on them that one simply can’t get anywhere else. Of course I bought stuff; don’t be silly. (I even got the t-shirt that says “I visited the Mothership,” from which I took the name for this post.) But that isn’t really the point.

The point is, I guess, that I actually got to see some of the place where things like Macs, iPods, Safari, and most of the stuff I use day to day got brainstormed. And while it really won’t change my life all that much (if any), it was neat to simply go and look. I can say “I’ve been there. I’ve seen the Apple campus.” (To which many of you will yawn and say “who cares.”)

But beyond that, there actually was a deeper meaning. It’s called a working vacation. Another poorly kept secret is that we both are in real need of a true vacation (which won’t happen until August), and that we both needed to do things. I work online and really couldn’t take much time off right now. Stuff is backed up rather nastily. Deena had school stuff that had to be done. We both were ragged, dog-tired, and in need of a break from the same-old. Mom needed some help with a few things down south, and so off we went to help her out.

This qualified as a day off from a busy schedule of helping mom out. My regular work sat mostly undoable (no wi-fi connection, which in hindsight was a blessing). This allowed a logjam of pent-up mental stuff to drain-along with some fatigue, some frustration, and a few other buggered emotions. While I was waiting for Deena and her aunt to return, I took a few phone calls, logged some long overdue paperwork, and caught up on some reading. (I also did the few things to her aunt’s Mac that needed doing.) This downtime-which started off by visiting 1 Infinite Loop-was what this doctor needed to do a little brainstorming of his own to help rectify a nasty set of issues. Realistic, workable plans got made and have already been implemented. This has lowered my stress level, and thus will make me more productive.

The only thing that really got changed was perspective. Issues and problems I faced when I left are still there, but now I have some personal resources to deal with them. I’m not totally drained, and if I take care of myself and follow my planning, things should lighten up in roughly two to three weeks.

That change started by taking some down time and visiting “the Mothership.”

Enough for now.