The Journey Continues...

Life is a journey, filled with adventures small and large. This is a small journal of mine... with stories, opinions, a little humor, even an occasional rant.

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Location: Tertre-St. Ghislain, Belgium

A retired guy, enjoying life as it comes.

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Woah!!!! This Blog Still Exists!!!!

Some time back (many years ago, in fact), I got a message from e-Blogger that they would be cancelling old blog pages.  I presumed that since I hadn't updated mine in quite a while, it would go away.

I happened to check today to see what had taken its place, and... lo and behold!   The old blog was still there, quite intact!

Maybe I'll get back to doing a little blogging, we'll see.

As far as what's happened in the meantime, we moved back to the US of A, and have settled in Mill City.  We have a big old house on 30 acres of "timber land" that was logged off and replanted before we purchased it. 

We now have 3 cats, but none remaining of our herd from Saudi Arabia and Belgium.

That's about it for now, I think

Monday, October 17, 2005

Oh, Man! Is This Cool, or What!

Can you imagine a wireless hotspot, covering thousands of acres, out in the middle of (what some folks would call) nowhere?

Well, it's been done, and for the average joe, it appears to be free, according to this bit from Wired News

Saturday, July 30, 2005

New cars...

What is it about new cars that makes them so desirable? It's hard to put your finger on any one thing, but they sure are nice!

And yes, I just bought a brand new little Renault Clio. After waiting some 7 weeks for delivery, it finally arrived. And then there was all the paperwork to go through. Because we are affiliated with the NATO base near here, we get lots of extra paperwork, and back and forth trips with documents between the car dealer and the registration office. Followed by a 3-day wait for the registration to be processed to allow me to drive my car off the dealer's lot. Sometimes I think that America is about the only place in the world where you can walk into a car dealer's showroom, 2 hours or less later drive out with a brand new car, and all you had to do was sign papers saying you promised to pay for it.

Anyway, I'm most happy with the little car. Good solid ride, just enough oomph to easily keep up with traffic, and decent gas milage. And it smells just like a brand-new car!

Tour de France


Last Sunday, the 24th, we joined some friends to jaunt down to Paris and watch the finish of Le Tour, around the cobbles of the Champs Elysees. It was quite the event, and I think we'll go back next year, just to enjoy the spectacle. This year, however, we mostly went to see Lance and cheer him on for his 7th Tour win.

The weather forecast was for rain most of the day, but looking at the satellite photo loop, you could see a likely break in the weather that might arrive at Paris sometime in the mid-afternoon. So we all piled into our friend's car and headed down the Autoroute for our 250 km drive to Paris. Got parked in the outskirts of town, and took the Metro in to L'Arc de Triomphe.

And then, even though we were more than 3 hours early, we had to hunt for a place to plant ourselves to see the race go by. We eventually fond a spot where we could get just back of the front rank of spectators, and hoped we'd have a decent view. And then we sat and waited. And waited... and waited some more.

Le Tour is basically a high-speed parade, with the riders preceeded by a caravan of publicity and advertising vehicles zipping by at around 40 to 45 km per hour. For most of Le Tour, a lot of trinkets, samples, and other stuff gets tossed out to the crowds as they go by. Unfortunately for us, the officials don't allow this once the race reaches the heart of Paris. Probably concerned that it would leave debris on the road.

Anyway, for around an hour we were treated to various whimsical vehicles, like teapots, water bottles, gas cannisters, and so on. But finally, the official vehicles started through and in another 10 minutes the riders arrived!

The weather, as predicted, was pretty dreary all afternoon, including intermittent drizzle and light rain. Even so, there was a good crowd, and when the riders arrived, the spectators were standing about 12 per meter along each side of the Champs Elysees (or somewhere around 80,000 people). And a huge number of Americans in the crowds... around where we were, perhaps as many as 20%. Lots of American and Texan flags on display.

When the riders reached the Place de la Concorde, we'd just had a soaking, the cobbles were all wet, and the race officials decided to stop the clock at that point. Meaning, of course, Lance had won. They still had to do their 8 laps, and the first one they did with all the various leaders in the front of the Peleton. After that, some folks wanted to pick up points for finishing position, so it eventually became more of a race. And it helped that the weather cleared. By the time the riders were on their 8th and last lap, the sun was out and the pavement was dry. We wish we'd been able to find a place near the finish line to watch. Ah, well, it was still great!

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

I happened to run across this Ramirez cartoon, posted at one of my favorite blogs... as they say, I was ROTFLMAO! With tears streaming from my eyes!



I guess you've gotta' live in Europe to appreciate the humor (though, I've got to say that the European cars are actually pretty well built... In fact I am buying a new Renault Clio in a few weeks). But the whole image of the sudden "expirationof the warranty" on the EU and the Euro, just managed to tickle my funny-bone.

And, of course, there is a more serious side to this, as there are a lot of folks who will suffer as this all rolls out. But still, this cartoon is priceless!

DRK

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

The great massacre!

Envision this.... you look out your back window and all over your lawn, and floating all around through the air, you see flecks of white down, some small, some pretty good-sized fluffy clumps. You realize you have four cats that love to hunt, and fear that somehow they've managed to catch a large white bird in your backyard. The carnage must be horrible!

I saw just that this morning, and had thoughts of murdered egrets, or even of massacred down pillows or comforters. Fortunately, I knew better.

For, you see, this is spring and the cottonwoods (don't know what they're called in French) have gone to seed. The fluff is quite literally everywhere! After a couple of nice sunny-breezy days, it will drift up like sea-foam in the corners of your back yard. Pretty amazing stuff.

Computer progress... sort of.

Well, it took a little longer than I had hoped to get the storage server up and running.

After figuring out what parts I probably needed (I assumed the CPU was OK, and that the motherboard was fried), I placed an online order with my favorite vendor. Only thing is, after three days, I got a return e-mail saying that they'd cancelled my order, and that I should go back online, check my address and re-order.

Well, after checking, I discovered that the address was correct, but that the vendor had misrouted the package... It was supposed to go via US Postal Service, since we are in Belgium with the US Army, and have an APO address. Unfortunately, they put the right address onto the package but delivered it to Fedex for shipment. And since Fedex doesn't serve APO addresses, it was promptly rejected.

Another three days of e-mail exchanges took place, and I was pretty steamed (though I tried really hard to be civil and polite with my correspondence) about the whole thing. In the end, though, the vendor realized their error and reshipped the order with a significant discount for my time and trouble. And so, unless they make a habit of messing up my orders, I will keep this company as a favorite online vendor... most out there would either blow me off entirely and would definitely not try to compensate me for my time and trouble. These folks have made it into my A-List of preferred on-line vendors (and that list is pretty small... B&H Photo, Amazon, and now NewEgg).

Well, the parts arrived on Monday, and I was happy to get started on the repairs (which took most of Tuesday, as it turned out). I got the motherboard installed, then plugged in the CPU, Memory, and Hard Drives, and Voila! The beast came alive! But then disappointment....

First, it would never get beyond the POST... it kept rebooting as soon as it accessed the hard drive for starting Windows. Then I changed a couple of BIOS settings and it would begin to start windows, but then halt and would not continue even in so-called "safe" mode. Then I went to reinstall the operating system (as a "repair" reinstallatio) but it still would hang and not finish booting.

Then I did a complete "so-called clean" install of windows over the old copy. There wasn't much there to lose, so not a big deal. Unfortunately, even that wouldn't work. It would get about half-way through the installation and would suddenly quit on an error, with a message that it couldn't find some network resource that it needed.

In the end, I had to completely reformat the hard drive and reinstall Windows from scratch. And that finally worked. Of course, then I ran into Microsoft's "activation buzzsaw." In their efforts to frustrate legal users (the pirates know how to get around the safeguards), every copy of Windows XP has to be activated. Normally, if you have an internet connection and it's the first time you activate, this is no problem. If you try to activate the product on two different machines, it won't let you, and you've got to place a call to Microsoft to get a new activation code.

And, again, if it's been a long time since you last activated, you can probably do the reactivation over their automated telephone system. Unfortunately, I knew from past experience that this would require dealing with a real person, since it was only a few weeks since the initial activation and the activation program/procedure would recognize the changed motherboard as a different computer. But still, I had to go through the entire automated system, recite to a voice-recognition program the 54-or-so digit installation code, get rejected, and then finally get handed over to a real person to whom I had to explain about the little problem with the thunderstorm a few weeks back and to promise that I wasn't trying to install this copy of Windows on more than one computer.

Phweeeew! It finally worked!

Then was the problem of getting my backup storage running... I'd been unable to find a satisfactory motherboard that supported mirrored hard drives (where the two drives are always exact copies of one-another... easy and powerful for backing stuff up), so I'd found a suitable drive controller to use and ordered that with the new motherboard. My next chore was to install the drive controller and get the backups running.

Well, wouldn't you know it! In my haste, I managed to order the wrong drive controller card. Entirely my mistake, too! So for the moment, I can add a bunch of hard drives to the computer, and I can get to a bunch of precious data on those drives, but can't do the mirrored backups. So I need to order a new RAID controller. I hope that this will go smoothly.

And the bottom line... the new computer is running, but still not doing quite what I wanted it to.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Aaaaaaagggghh! Curses!

We went to a small gathering the other evening, to bid our adieus to a few folks who are soon departing Dorothy's organization. A nice evening, though the roast beef happened to be a little bit chewy.

I'd spent a lot of the day at home, working on a new computer setup. I upgraded my existing computer, and then used leftover parts (plus some new) to build a storage server on our home network. It would give us nearly automatic backups of our existing computers and lots of extra storage for digital photos and such. Of course, some of the steps were pretty slow, like taking some 2-3 hours to sincronize a pair of mirrored 200 GB hard drives.

I'd pretty well completed everything at the time we left for the banquet, and when an evening thunderstorm rolled in, I didn't think much about it (other than some concern for one cat who had stayed outside). When we got home, we got Stuart indoors to get dry, then I went to check on e-mail...

And I saw that the storage server was silent, and had just a little blinking green light... it had gone into sleep mode, I thought, and continued about my business. However, when I attempted to wake the storage server, I had no luck at all. Then I tried to do the control-alt-delete thing, and still no response. Finally, I had to turn of the power-strip, and it turned off. But when I powered back up, then hit the on-button, nothing happened.

I fiddled with it for a few hours, and never could get it to even begin the boot process. It was, to steal a line from a famous film "...not just merely dead, but really, truly, clearly dead!" It's either the motherboard or the CPU that got fried (though it's strange... none of the other computer equipment in the house was affected), and so now I need to go through the parts swap drill until I can figure out just exactly what has failed. Grrr! This is going to take about two weeks to accomplish, I fear, and I am not going to be a happy camper in the interim. At least my main computer is working without any apparent problems. Thank God for small favors!


DaveK

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Winter's Baaaaack!

Woke up this morning to find this...


in the back yard!

About 3 weeks ago, the weather had turned warm, so I tuned up the bike and took it out for an easy 40 km ride along the canal. The temperatures were in the mid-50s (F), and it was all beginning to look like Spring had arrived.

It was a cruel joke... no sooner had the flowers started to push up, and the trees began to form big plump buds, the weather turned cold again. We've had snow on and off for the past 16 days or so, probably amounting to around 8" if it had stayed around.

And here it is, the second day of March, and it's looking more like winter than it ever did in January. The various weather forecasts are saying that we might get 3-4 inches out of this latest storm, and this time it will probably stick for a few days... we've had mostly sub-freezing temperatures for the past week, so it won't melt just from soil heating.

Ah, well, as long as I don't have to drive much in it, I'll enjoy the snow while it lasts!

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Maybe it's a character flaw...

But I just love the snow!

Even though winter is definitely on the way out, here in Belgium, we've had several days now of off-and-on snow flurries. Usually never enough to cause traffic problems, and it's been just warm enough that it all disappears in a few hours.

But I still love to watch the flakes come down. This afternoon I was looking out the window in-between bits of web-surfing, and was entranced by the flakes dancing around in the wind. You could focus on individual flakes, and it would seem to take forever before they finally made it to earth... or were swept away by the wind to some other fate.

I know lots of folk hate this white stuff, but for me it better than fairy-dust... simply magical!

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Ode to a dead hard drive...


NEW LYRICS TO BEATLES SONGS - "YESTERDAY"

Yesterday,
All those backups seemed a waste of pay.
Now my database has gone away.
Oh I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
There's not half the files there used to be.
And there's a milestone hanging over me.
The system crashed, so suddenly.

I pushed something wrong,
What it was, I could not say.

Now all my data's gone,
And I long for yesterday-ay-ay-ay.

Yesterday,The need for back-ups seemed so far away.
I knew my data was all here to stay,
Now I believe in yesterday.


(found at www.inflection-point.com)

On shrines and their origins...

On Saturdays, the folks at Winds of Change run their series of "Good News," which usually includes a bit of Sufi wisdom. Some is serious, some sublime, some quite funny. And all have deeper levels that I must confess I don't always understand.

Anyway, this tale of Nasrudin is a particularly good one, and I thought I would pass it on. Follow the link and enjoy!

DRK


Friday, January 28, 2005

I knew there was a reason I liked "Junkyard Wars"...

While cruising a few internet web pages, I found a link that explains perfectly why I prefer the show "Junkyard Wars" to any of the "Survivor" programs. I thought I'd share...


Ten reasons why being on "Junkyard Wars" is better than being on "Survivor":

  1. You don't have to eat rats. You don't even have to catch rats. Rats fear you. So does everyone and everything else.
  1. Your torch isn't from Pier 1 Imports. It's made by Airco and it can slice a railroad rail in half quicker than you can say "Mind The Gap."
  1. You drive cool 4-wheel ATVs as fast as you dare.
You can read the rest here... Enjoy!

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Just a Simple Oil Change...

It was a gorgeous day in Belgium, today. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the thermometer registered a very comfortable 9C (about 48F), which is unseasonably warm. And there seems to be no relief in sight for this heat wave!

I've been avoiding this little chore of the oil-change for a while, but there comes a time that you've just gotta' do it. I checked at the local garage to see what it would cost to avoid doing it myself, and just about had heart failure... about 55 euros, plus the cost of the filter! That's one expensive oil change! So I was resigned to do it myself. And today being such a nice one, I decided that this was it.

I had finally been able to find the right filter... they don't have the auto parts stores on every corner over here, so it took a while to find where to buy one (though, I could have got one from the dealer, but that would have been too easy). Then there was the oil... That's pretty easy to find on the economy here, but the price!... about 30 euros for a 5 liter jug... That works out to about $7.50 per quart! And I thought that gasoline was expensive over here! Luckily, I am able to shop at the local Army Base Exchange, where the prices are a lot more reasonable (but they don't sell the filters though... go figure). Anyway, with the purchase of a couple of ramps, a collection pan, finding out where to take the used oil. And so on, I finally had all my ducks in a row.

Of course, I should have paid attention to the signs... you know, those little omens that (in retrospect) you know were telling you that this was not a good day for such things. When things go bad when you just go to mass, you should really amend your plans to exclude adventures... but this was just a little oil-change, right?

We went to mass this morning, as usual, running just a tiny bit late (though still good for an on-time arrival at the chapel). About 5 minutes from home, we get the call... a garbled message on Dorothy's cell phone... we track it down, and it appears to come from our own home phone, which is virtually impossible (cats can't dial phones, can they?). We finally figure it's a call from the alarm monitoring company, and we have to go back home to check it out... but we've missed the exit, the next one will not get us back home (I know, I tried it once to avoid a traffic jam, and decided that a 20-minute wait in the traffic jam would have been faster). So we have to drive another 8 km to get to a very complicated interchange that will actually get us turned around and headed home.

And so we get back to the house. Sure enough, the little strobe light by the outdoor alarm is blinking. I go in to check the house out, and sure enough, the cats have done us in... with our own assistance, of course. We had somehow left a door unlatched to one area with VERY sensitive motion detectors, and at least one of the cats had promptly found it. We don't know which one, but they were all looking very nervous when I questioned them (or maybe it was just the loud alarm that had them bothered).

Anyway, after getting everything sorted and making sure that everything was properly secured, we headed again off to the chapel for mass. And of course, we arrived late, after the readings, after the gospel, and in the middle of the homily. And of course, we got to sit in one of the front rows, since those were the last open seats.

Yup, I should have known that this was not a good day to change the oil.

But after getting home, I went ahead anyway. I dug out my coveralls... which seem to have shrunk about 3 sizes in the last 10 years (nothing to do with Belgian beer, Belgian chocolate, Belgian frites/fried potatos, nor any other Belgian delicacies, I'm sure). But I managed to get those on.

Then I got out the tools, put the ramps down, and drove the car up. So far so good, I'm thinking. I crawl underneath with a flashlight, figure out which wrenches I need, and then start to work. I put the crescent wrench on the drain plug, make sure it's snug, and start to turn...

And I start to turn the wrench... Nothing happens. I push harder on the wrench... Nothing happens, other than a little isometric exercise for my arm. Oh, I see... the last time the oil was changed, it was done in a garage, where they have air-tools... and they overtorqued the plug! I look at the plug, and see the rounded off corners, and I know that this is what they have done. Grrr! I hate so-called mechanics who do that!

So I have to find the right box wrench, use a hammer to get to go over the galled points of the bolt-head, and then beat on the end of the wrench with the hammer until the drain-plug comes free. Phew! Now just to let the oil drain and replace the filter.

And of course, that couldn't be simple, either. You see, for some reason, Volvo has put this little shield around the oil filter. I can't quite figure from what, unless you were to travel coarse-gravelled roads at high speeds, and just might kick up a rock big enough to punch a hole in the filter. Of course, if you could do that, the oil pan would be toast, anyway, so I don't really see that there was a point. Unless it was just to make oil changes more difficult.

So, to remove the filter, I have to remove the shield, which happens to be held in place by two more (yes, you guessed it) overtorqued bolts. But with the right wrench, a bit of judicious beating with a hammer, and some skinned knuckles, the bolts came free.

The rest of the oil-change went pretty well. I cleaned myself up, moved tools back out of the way, started the engine and checked for leaks, and finally, started to back the car off the ramps. And with a Ka-Whoomp! Ka-whang! Clatter-clatter-ping, the car came down off the ramps... or rather, the ramps shot out from under the car, clearing all the gathered tools with them, and scattering them hither and thither.

You see, this house we rent has just a few features that I wouldn't use in a house that I owned (and I think our landlord, who designed the house and lived in it for a few years, learned a lot about how not to design houses with this particular one). For example, the driveway and garage floor are paved with ceramic tile. Not the textured-surface ones that you should use in places like that, but nice, smooth (even shiny-smooth) ceramic tiles that you'd use in someplace like your living room. And when I started back down the ramps, they just slipped across that tile so nice and easy, and shot out of there like a squeezed bar of wet soap!

Fortunately, there was no damage done, but it was a little discomfiting to be sure. At least the job was done. I cleaned up the mess, chased down all my scattered tools (and they did get scattered quite a ways), and decided that I'd tested my luck enough for the day.

I poured myself a beer, and decided that in the future I'll pay a bit more attention to the signs.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

Happy New Year!

May you all have a happy, healthy, and prosperous new year!

We had our usual quiet evening, starting out with a trip to church for an early vigil mass. Pretty light attendance, though much of the parish is probably away for the holidays.

We watched a couple of movies while we nibbled on smoked salmon, cheese, and crackers. And we drank a little French apple cider (the hard variety), a little Belgian beer, and finished with some very American bubbly. We really enjoyed the one movie, Woody Allen's Curse of the Jade Scorpion, which has Woody back doing the kind of comedy he does best. Then it was the action-adventure movie Tomb Raider -- The Cradle of Life. Not what you would call a great movie, but certainly entertaining.

We didn't quite know what to expect at midnight, since customs around the world vary quite a bit, but we found that we got treated to about 30 minutes of pretty impressive fireworks being set off around the neighborhood. There were roman candles, skyrockets, and aerial display shells and reports. Took us back to the days when we lived in Texas, and you could legally buy some pretty good fireworks. We'll have to find out where the fireworks are obtained here though I'm pretty sure they are quite illegal.

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

The Ice Maiden...



Just got back from a wonderful day walking through Antwerp, and enjoying the annual Ice and Snow Fête. We managed to miss a rain shower just as we arrived in town, then there was yet another while we spent some 90 minutes wandering following the long queue through the sub-zero exhibit tent. We dressed warmly, and were very glad that we did.

The theme this year for the exhibits was Peter Paul Rubens. And, of course, in the classic Rubens style, there were lots of plump, naked ladies (and some plump, naked guys, to be fair). The ice sculptures were marvelous, and if you ever get the chance to go to one of these, you simply must. The artistry is fabulous, and the works are magical, especially with the play of light through the ice.

And, of course, they had the obgligatory ice-bar, where you could get a shot of Stoly or Jaeger, served in a glass made of ice.

While in Antwerp, we also enjoyed a wonderful lunch of steamed mussels, accompanied by some wonderful Belgian beer. We managed to get a window-seat, and enjoyed the parade of humanity walking by while we plucked our tender treats from their shells. Mmmmmmm!

We ran a bit short of time, and even ended up running (quite literally) to catch our train. But it was such a nice city that we decided that we simply must go back. In particular, we want to visit the beautiful cathedral, located near the grand place. It is a beautiful old structure, and sits as a landmark visible from most of the city. And so many other places to see, too... But that's for next time!

In all, it was a great day!




Saturday, December 25, 2004

Aaahhhhhh! Christmas!

We've had a beautiful Christmas, here in Belgium, and have been quite fortunate with the weather.

Yesterday, Christmas Eve, it was dreary, with rain showers off and on for most of the day. The weather finally eased up in the late afternoon, and then came the wind. Gusty, blustery, cool but not icy, and no more rain.

We drove to Mons for the Christmas Eve vigil mass held on SHAPE, and enjoyed a lovely service. The parish choir was assisted by some young local musicians, including a beautiful harp, a couple of cellos, a flute, and a violin. And, of course, the usual piano accompaniment. All very wonderfully arranged and delivered.

After mass, we drove home on nearly-empty roads, getting battered by the wind that had been steadily picking up through the evening. Not enough ever to cause damage, but you would certainly need to hold on to your hat when out in it. And not long after we reached home, than the rain started again. We had to round up the cats, who had wanted out when we got home. And Stuart, as usual, was the stubborn one and wouldn't come in until he could no longer keep dry in the bushes. And then it began to pour!

For about and hour, as the Belgians say, "it rained ropes!" We had to check on all the windows to make sure everything was securely closed, as the wind was battering the house and would blow the rain into the smallest openings. We finally headed to bed and listened to the storm for a while before dropping off to sleep.

When we awoke this morning, we found it was a gorgeous day! A beautiful sunrise, with blue skies, puffy little cumulus clouds, and just enough wind to keep them scudding across the sky. We opened our packages, then after enjoying a little buche de nöel (a log-shaped cake), we enjoyed a pleasant walk around the neighborhood. We haven't had many days this nice for quite a while, and we just had to enjoy it while it lasted. Tomorrow we will probably return the fog, drizzle, and rain that is more typical of our winter weather.


Friday, December 24, 2004

Holiday Eating Tips...

Thanks to David McC for passing this on... It was so good that I just had to share.


1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnog-aholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the centre of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labour Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread all tips; start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.

Remember this motto to live by:

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOT!!"

Sunday, December 19, 2004

And then there is... As sharp as bailing wire....

In my part-time job, I look after our local woodcrafts shop a few days every month. And, of course, one part of the job is tool maintenance.

Well, I had a slow day (everyone seems to have finished holiday project) and started looking through the wood chisels in the tool cabinet. It seems the chisels had suffered a bit from an occasional drop to the concrete floor, and needed more than a little sharpening. Of course, the first part of the project was to build a new chisel rack, so they would no longer jump to the floor (and attack your toes, by the way) when the cabinet door was opened.

Then the real work started... I had to grind back nearly 1/8 inch of steel from the 1-inch wide chisel, just to get to where I could shape a decent edge (thank god for power tools for that little chore!). Then it was just the time-consuming work of forming a new edge. I spent about 2 hours of hand-sharpening before I had to quit and close the shop. Fortunately, there is only a little left to do. Probably another 30 minutes of forming the edge, then honing it to where it is truly sharp. The blade geometry will not let it become as sharp as a razor, but it will still slice hairs off the back of your hand when I'me done with it.

Friday, December 17, 2004

Sharp as a Jedi Lightsabre!


This is an old razor, from my Mom's side of the family, which I have repaired by replacing the handles...

For a long time I had been interested in Straght-razors, but until about a year ago, I had not taken the plunge. New ones were expensive, and I'd heard lots of bad things about shaving with them (though, lots of good things, too). Then I discovered some internet resources on straight-razor shaving, and finally, I discovered e-bay.

What I learned on the internet is that there are three important considerations to getting a good shave from a straight-razor. First, you simply must have a good-quality razor to begin with. The metalurgy is extremely important. With the edge so fine, the metal has to be very stiff to keep the cutting edge from curling over when it encounters a whisker. But it also has to be tough enough that you don't get brittle chips falling out of the edge. And, of course, it needs to be in good condition. There are lots of used razors out there (and a few new ones, too) and some are bad, some are good, and a few are really, really good. It takes luck and perseverence to find them, however.

Second, you have to get the razor sharp... really, really sharp, but not "oversharp." That takes practice and time. But after a while, just like most simple skills, you get the hang of it and it comes naturally. And of course, along with getting the razor sharp, there is the challenge of keeping it sharp. [an aside here... actually, you can get any razor sharp. But if the metalurgy is poor, the razor will not stay sharp to even complete the first shaving stroke. Really good metalurgy will get you through a couple of shaves without needing a trip to the strop.]

And finally, you have to learn how to shave. Little that you learned from safety razors will apply. You will cut yourself (though I've had far worse cuts and nicks from a so-called safety-razor). But the cuts actually don't usually bleed a lot, and stop quickly without even using a styptic pencil. Unless you get really careless, that is.

If you get a good razor, then master the arts of sharpening and shaving, you will be rewarded with the smoothest shave you have ever experienced.

But I've digressed....

Here's the real story I wanted to tell.

When I was home this past summer, Mom had rummaged through her cupboards and presented me with 3 old razors that came from her side of the family. All have broken handles, so couldn't be used very well. But I was able to sharpen a couple of them, and they have the characteristics of being really good shavers. So, I decided to put new handles on them.

I was able to find a source of pins (and even replacement handles) on the internet, but wanted to craft the scales (what they call the handles) myself. I recently located a source of stabilized "exotic" woods, and ordered a bit of stabilized wild cherry burl. And after a few days in the woodshop and some careful finishing (along with fixing a few mistakes I'd made), the first razor was finished. It is, indeed a thing of beauty.

After some additional sharpening and honing, I tried the razor this morning, and yes... it is a good shaver! Perhaps not quite as sharp as a Jedi lightsabre, but it does mow down the whiskers pretty nicely.

It's so satisfying to be able to use a tool that your grandfather (or perhaps great-grandfather) used so many years ago. And it has a lot more years of life left in it still.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

A lovely crisp morning...

When daylight finally broke here in Belgium, I was greeted by this lovely scene in the back yard. The skies were temporarily clear, and everything was coated with a thin layer of frost. The past few days have been cold and dreary, so it was nice to get the dreary part over with, if only for a little while. Rain is supposed to return by the end of the day.


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Monday, December 13, 2004

Now, THIS is cool...

If you ever wanted to get a real bird's eye view, this is the place to do it! Follow Tillie's adventures!

And thanks to ACE for finding this site.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Just a little juice, please...

Electricity in Europe is different... Ok, this is a long story, so bear with me.

One of the things that really appealed to us about the house we rented in Tertre is the wonderful kitchen. It is huge by Belgian standards, and pretty nice by American standards, as well. Nice convection oven, vitroceramic cooktop, an electric grill, a steamer, and a deep fat fryer... all built in. Well, the problem turned out to be that we never use the deep fat fryer, and because the steamer is missing its lid (a little glass thing that happens to cost over 100 Euros!) we rarely use the steamer. And the vitroceramic cooktop had only two elements, so we never had enough room to really do much cooking. Imagine that you could only cook in two pots at a time, and then only if they were both relatively small. Use a big pot, and there's no room for another one, even tiny-sized.

After doing a survey of how things were put together and looking at what was available on the market, I got the bright idea of changing out the deep fryer and the steamer for a couple of ordinary electric cooking units (the little two-burner, "modular" things). I looked in the local market and didn't really like what I found, but then saw that the IKEA store happened to sell these things. So off to Brussels we drove, and a few hundred Euros later (no, the cooktops were not that expensive, but you have to remember that IKEA is a very dangerous place... lots of temptations) we drove back to Tertre with our loot. Minus the cooktops, however, because those are never "in stock" and would be delivered in about 10 days.

Well, the appointed day finally came (after a delay caused by my scheduling conflicts), and the delivery truck arrived, as promised, with the cooktops. IKEA is very good about things like this, and the delivery guys even spoke really good English (I could have managed in French, but it would have been a real struggle).

And then the battle started...

I decided that I should go ahead to remove the deep fryer and steamer, so cleared out the drawers below, unplugged them from their outlets, and then tried to lift the units out.

Nope, no go. More looks using a bright flashlight, knocks on the head, things falling into the eyes, and I see the little screws that hold the retaining clips in place. Out comes the little phillips screwdriver, and the first set of clips comes undone. Then I go to the second set of clips...

Oops. The screwdriver is nowhere near long enough, so I go searching through the tool bin for one that will work. Voila! And back to the knocks on the head. I manage to get all the retaining clips removed, take a short break and have a beer to congratulate myself on a job well done, then get back to work.

Ok, lets start lifting these puppies out! I said, lets start lifting these little sons of female dogs out! Nope, ain't happening. I could lift the front of the units out, but the back was firmly held in place. Yup, I think there's another clip to undo, but it is in back and I can't see it (remember, these are deep units). So I go search out a mirror and with the help of the flashlight, I can see those darned clips. I get out my trusty screwdriver to release them...

And the screwdrive will not reach. Try as I might, the screwdriver will not reach far enough to engage the screw. I go rummaging through tool bins to no avail. I find a long rod and try to bash the clips out of the way (they rotate in and out of position). This is a significant effort, since I can't see the blasted things without the mirror, nor without a flashlight. I have to prop the mirror just so, prop the flashlight just so, and then move the rod into position, while watching in the mirror. This is a really, really hard hand-eye coordination exercise. I finally manage to get the rod into position and can tap it with the hammer, but the clip will not completely disengage.

Now I'm getting upset. I fear I might have to go to the store and actually buy a really long screwdriver (one of those 14-inchers, I think) to do the job. But I still have hope. I start rummaging again through the toolbox and manage to find some assorted parts... a half-inch-socket wrench extension... then a quarter-inch-socket extension... then the half/quarter inch adapter... then a screwdriver tip, and finally, the quarter-inch socket that would fit the screwdriver tip.

So far so good. Now comes the really hard part... how do I manage to get a Rube Goldberg screwdriver to engage a screwhead that I cannot even see without a flashlight and a mirror held at an odd angle? After some more bashes of the head, the flashlight or mirror falling over separately or together several times, and some new scars-to-be on my knuckles, I finally figure it out... you've got to close your eyes!

Yes, that sounds counterintuitive, but it works. You use the mirror to get things reasonably lined-up, then get a good picture in your head of which way you need to move things, and how far, and then you do it without looking in the mirror. After you have made the move, then you look to see how well you did. A series of small steps and you are there. And the final one, well, that's by feel... you line the screwdriver tip up with the slot, close your eyes, then press it into place. If it feels like it dropped into the slot you give a little twist...Voila!

Finally, after about 3 hours of bad language, I managed to get the fryer and steamer removed from the countertop. And then it was time to start on the electrical end of things.

As I said at the beginning, European electricity is different. The good thing is that they use plugs for virtually everything. Nothing in our house is hard-wired into an invisible box in the wall. This makes it really easy to change appliances, especially since most things are standard sizes.

The bad thing... well, it starts with everything being 230 volt/50hz. If you have American appliances, you have to buy a transformer. If you have an appliance with an American electric clock, you can't use it, because the clock will lose nearly 10 minutes every hour. Fortunately, I didn't have to deal with these issues, as the cooktops were very standard Euro-spec. I double-checked the circuit breakers, just to make sure I wasn't over-amping the lines, and I could see that I would be OK. The existing cooking unit had at least another 18 amps of capacity on it's circuit, and there was capacity on the circuit that had held the fryer and steamer, as well. All looked good so far.

Now, I've got to make a little aside here... Some months back the landlord had some electricians in to do some necessary repairs. I was very attentive during this, as I knew European wiring was different, and that I could learn something by watching and asking an occasional question. Unfortunately I had an American electrical paradigm in place, so even though I got good answers to my questions, I managed to miss something.

When I looked at the circuit breakers to check capacity, I thought it odd that each one had two wires. In North American systems, they all have one wire (for the 110 volt circuits), except for your 220 volt circuits, which have 2 wires to the breaker. What should have clued me was that a few of the breakers had 3 wires... And one of the plugs I had to use had four prongs... but I was still thinking in my American paradigm and blithely went on.

To explain my confusion, it may be helpful to explain (for the unitiated) how American wiring works... The standard American house runs most of its circuits on 110 volts, and a handful of large appliances on 220 volts. To do this, there are two "live" lines that come into the house, plus what is called a "neutral" line. You get 110 volts by running current between either of the live lines and the neutral line. You get 220 volts by connecting the two live lines. You try to balance the loads on the lines by putting about half the 110 volt circuits on one live line, and the rest on the other one. Pretty simple system, actually.

Now to put the one new cooktop onto the circuit with the other cooktop, I have to change the plug, because the existing one is not rated for the amperage I need (the breaker and the wires are fine, though). So imagine my surprise when I pull apart the plug and outlet and find that I have a 4-prong plug and there are 4 big wires running to the outlet. I check the plug internals and find that one of the prongs hasn't been wired. I scratch my head some, then get the voltmeter out again (I had use it to make absolutely sure that the circuit was absoloutely dead before I tore into it), flipped the breaker back on, and started to probe...

Ok, Black to Blue, I've got 230 volts. Black to Brown, I have 230 volts. Blue to Brown... Ditto, 230 volts... this is getting strange. Then any one of them to the Green wire show 130 volts... definitely strange. I double check and it is the same. It appears that I have no neutral wire... It appears that no matter which pair of "live" wires I choose, I have 230 volts. I think about this strange thing for a while, and finally figure out what is going on... I check in the circuit breaker box, by pulling the cover off the panel and look at the wires coming in from the meter... Yup, 4 wires. Yup, the Europeans are using 3-phase wiring, which I know only a little about (I've got to confess that I managed to avoid taking the Fundimentals of Electricity course as I went through Engineering school).

Anyway, I finally decided that there were a couple of ways I could hook up the second cooktop, but there was thankfully enough capacity that I could just do it in parallel with the existing one. I finished the wiring, flipped the breaker, turned on the units, and it worked, and the breakers didn't pop, and the wires didn't get hot. The third cooktop, thankfully, just plugged right in to an existing outlet, and that was really, really easy.

I guess I've got to inquire of some friends who are a lot more familiar with this 3-phase stuff and find out what I need to know. In the meantime, the new cooktops are working nicely. (PHEW!) And now, we can finally cook with more than two tiny pots at a time. There's a little more finish work to do, but that's a job for tomorrow. And the steamer and deep fryer have to go to attic storage, since I'm sure the owner of this house wants them back in place before we leave in a few years.

Now, as an aside, in looking at the wiring, you might think that you don't need those silly transformers to run your 110 volt appliances... you can just run a circuit from the live wire to ground, and voila! 130 volts! You still have the 50hz issue to contend with, but most American appliances will actually run nicely on 130 volts. Unfortunately, the Europeans have figured out how to prevent this from happening... And what they do is to put a ground-fault interrupter that goes between the meter and the circuit breaker box. Any teensy little circuit that goes between a live wire and the ground wire will shut down the entire house! I suppose it is technically a safety issue, but at the same time it sure keeps those pesky North American appliances out of the European economy.


Simply delicious...

I'm off to the Christmas gathering of the Crafts Center, where I'm occasionally doing something I actually get paid (a little) for. Since this is a pot-luck affair, I am taking my apple crisp, which seems to go over pretty well. I'm always tinkering with this particular recipe, so I guess you could call it a work in progress.

The origins of this recipe go back a few years to when I was living by myself in Jubail, Saudi Arabia. The local market had lots of produce, and the apples were a good price. I remembered fondly my Mom's apple crisps, so I decided to make one for myself. And it was, well, not a disaster, but nothing like my Mom's crisp, nor any other crisp I'd had. It was more like an apple pudding with a bit of cinnamon flavor.

I eventually broke down and made a call to my Mom (at about $2.50 per minute for the call, by the way) and asked her about her recipe for apple crisp. And she said something like "Oh, I really don't have a recipe for that. I just sort of put it together." So then I had to have her just describe what she puts in it. And she said "Oh, some apples, sugar, cinnamon, some oatmeal in the topping, a little bit of flour."

This sounded just like the tasty, non-crisp disaster I had created. And then she said, "Oh, and a little butter, too." And at that point the light-bulb went on... and I started to wonder if I was undergoing premature senility by not just forgetting butter, but not even letting it enter my thought process for the dish.

Anyway, after that, the crisps were pretty good, and I would make myself one about every other week. And I could always count on regular invites over to someone's place for dinner, especially if I could provide the dessert.

Like I said, this recipe has evolved over time, and still changes a little with every batch. Feel free to experiment with it yourself, as it is a pretty forgiving dish. Different spices, maybe some almond slices in the topping, and so on.

But I digress... So here's the recipe for my "famous" apple crisp.


Dave's Famous Apple Crisp


Warning, may be habit forming!
Warning, may be fattening!
Warning, this makes a big crisp, so it is going to be extra fattening if you don't share!


Topping
3/4 cup sugar
1 Tbsp molasses
1/4 cup flour
1 tsp cinnamon
1 cup rolled oats (more if you like)
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 cup butter (1/2 stick)

With a fork, blend the molasses into the sugar until it is evenly mixed. Add the flour, cinnamon, salt, and oats, and blend together. Add the butter in little pats, then blend it in with a fork, or use a mixer. If the mixture turns out too "stickey" you can add more rolled oats.

The "filling"
8 medium granny smith apples, peeled and sliced
1/4 cup sugar
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/8 cup flour
1/4 tsp salt
1/4 cup rolled oats
2 Tbsp butter

Mix the dry ingredients, then use the mixture to coat the apples. Put the coated apples into a baking dish and add any of the mixture that remains. Dot with little dabs of the butter. I use a 10-inch deep-dish pie plate for this, and the apples pile up pretty high. Don't worry, they'll settle as they cook.

Put the dish of apples into a microwave on high, and cook for about 12-15 minutes. You want the apples to start to cook, and settle some, but not to turn to mush. When it's done to your satisfaction, pull this out, mix it a little with a fork, then set it aside.


Putting it all together
Sprinkle the topping mixture over the partially cooked apples, making a nice even layer on the top. Pop this into a preheated oven (about 350F) and cook until the topping starts to brown, about 30 minutes. Don't let it burn!

Pull the finished crisp out of the oven, let it cool to serving temperature, and then serve with a nice scoop of french vanilla ice-cream. Enjoy!

Optional step: Once the topping is mixed, put it into the refrigerator to chill... just long enough for it to firm up a bit. Then roll it out between two sheets of waxed paper into a shape the size of your dish. Then just plop this down onto your apple filling.

Cooking option: You can skip the microwave step, but you are likely to have to cook this at 300F for about an hour. This recipe is pretty big, so you have trouble getting the interior to cook without burning the topping. I think it comes out better with the pre-cooking in the microwave, followed by a finishing step in the oven. It's a bit faster, too.


Tuesday, December 07, 2004

The Spirit of Christmas...

Maurine Dowd recently published what one might call a particularly spiteful piece on what she thinks of the Christmas season. Depressing stuff, and I'm not going to link to it. However...

The Anchoress has posted a particularly eloquent and moving response to Ms. Dowd's column, which you can read here. It is truly a wonderful reminder of the spirit of Christmas. A warning, though... you are not likely to get through it with dry eyes.

This weather could be depressing...

I'm glad that I grew up in the Pacific Northwest, where foggy days were common. The fog here in Belgium, today, is terrible.

I was out driving earlier today to take a friend to a doctor's appointment, and later to attend a short meeting. If anything, the fog has become worse as the day has progressed. And it really messes up the traffic.

The A-7 Autoroute passes through our area, and traffic there has suffered from all the low visibility. This is a major trucking route from Brussels and Rotterdam, so during the day there are lots and lots of big rigs travelling the roads. Mix in the cars with impatient drivers, and then add this fog and you have a recipie for a mess. And, in fact, there was a bad accident this morning just south of Mons, involving several cars and at least one large truck. It took around two hours to remove all the crunched vehicles.

Monday, December 06, 2004

The Alphabet...

Just finished reading Sue Grafton's recent book R is for Ricochet. Stayed up to near-midnight last night, then finished it off in another couple of hours this morning. A good read, and Grafton is definitely back in her stride with this book. An outlook for a better future for most of the "good" guys at the end (while the most of the bad-guys get their just desserts). Although she has slowed the pace of her publishing, her books are better for it. She has apparently avoided the trap of many "series" authors, who either make the stories become all too trite and predictable, or change the ambiance of the stories to somber, gloomy, and depressing.

Four stars for this book!

Guilt free!...

I found this wonderful thing while browsing a favorite weblog, and just couldn't resist it. It's pretty good, and satisfies at least part of the craving. If only they could provide the tactile experience to go with it!

Drive your co-workers crazy!

And a hat tip to Ace

Sunday, December 05, 2004


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A Christmas Musical Matinee...

Just got back from the Christmas Concert presented by the SHAPE Jazz Orchestra. A very enjoyable mix of traditional and contemporary Christmas music. I'm always pleased by the quality of the musical talent, and this show was no exception. Though the orchestra is mostly American, Italy and Estonia were also represented.


Saturday, December 04, 2004

A little humor...

My brother Ted sent me an e-mail the other day, with a list of puns. I thought they were pretty funny, so I'll share:

  1. Two vultures board an airplane, each carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess looks at them and says, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, only one carrion allowed per passenger."
  2. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says "Dam!".
  3. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Not surprisingly, it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.
  4. Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says "I've lost my electron." The other says "Are you sure?" The first replies "Yes, I'm positive."
  5. Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal? His goal was to transcend dental medication.
  6. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. "But why?" they asked, as they moved off. "Because", he said, "I can't stand chess nuts boasting in an open foyer."
  7. A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named "Ahmal." The other goes to a family in Spain and is named "Juan." Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, "They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."
  8. These friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up A small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town, to "persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close up shop. Terrified, they did so, thereby proving that only Hugh can prevent florist friars.
  9. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail; and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him ..(Oh, man, this is so bad, it's good).....A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
  10. And finally, there was the person who sent ten different puns to her friends, with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did!

Well, I thought they were funny.

Morning Visitor

Looked out the back window this morning, and saw a pic vert poking around in what passes for our lawn, looking for grubs. The pic vert is a largish woodpecker, with georgeous green (almost parrot green) feathers and a brilliant red patch on the top of his head. They are pretty shy and wary, so I don't worry too much about our cats catching one.

I'll have to look them up in a bird book to figure out whether they are just passing through on a winter migration, or if they stick around here through the year.

The Smell of Christmas!

Oh, how I love the smell of Christmas... especially the aroma of butter, vanilla, and spice wafting out of the kitchen. Dorothy is making her first batch of the season, and I can't help but sneak in an grab a couple fresh from the oven. Mmmmmmm!



Friday, December 03, 2004

A beautiful day in Belgium...

Woke up this morning to clear skies and frost on the ground. The mercury dropped to about -3C as the sun came up. Considering the weather we've had for the past few weeks, this is pretty nice!

Dorothy and I switched cars for the day, as the Volvo has a burned-out headlamp (and it's pretty dark when she heads out in the AM). I had to go find the owners manual, then spend quite a while working my way through it (alas, it's in Italian, so it really is a struggle) until I finally found the part about the headlamps. I feared it would be as bad as the old Ford Aerostar that we used to own (and I never did really figure out a good way to do those... it would take me literally hours), but it turns out they are amazingly easy. Just don't touch the glass of the bulb.

After the morning ablutions and getting decent, I headed off to the local PX at Chievres. They had the bulbs, and I was lucky enough to get one on sale... a packaging phase-out, I guess, because the other bulbs looked just the same but cost about $1.00 more.

And then it was off to Mons and the bank at SHAPE. The Euro account was running low, so I had to exchange some dollars... OUCH! The dollar has hit a record low against the Euro, but there are bills to pay and there's little choice.

Finally, back home to enjoy the Friday afternoon, and a bit of Belgian beer. Life is so good!

And so it begins...

Just got signed up for my own blogging page. A little bit of a journal, a little bit of a rant, and (I hope) a little humor now and then