699 Days

Media_httpfarm1static_refmbA Monday holiday is always nice, and earlier this week I wanted to write something about President’s Day. But given our current President, who will certainly be remembered by history as among the Worst Ever, President’s Day just left me with a low-feeling for how much longer he’ll hold the office.

But today, I noticed on the Bush Countdown Calendar widget on my Mac’s Dashboard that a milestone has been passed. At the moment it shows 699 Days and just under three hours remaining in Bush’s time in office. I think I need to get myself the keychain version of this countdown until 1/20/09, a day that approaches slowly, but can’t come soon enough.

Ireland Books: Malachy McCourt’s History of Ireland

It would be easy to imagine a book with a title like the one this has, would be a dry and dull academic volume. It is anything but. The book does cover ‘2500 years of Irish history through the lives of some fifty people’, the author succeed in his stated goal of sharing this history as ‘a collection of stories that one might share across a kitchen table about people we once knew.’ The people in the stores range from characters in Irish mythology, to leaders in Ireland’s fight for independence, to the lead singer of the Irish rock group U2, Bono.

This was a very fast read, as each of the stories typically ran just a few pages, so it was always easy to keep on reading late and night and agree with myself to stop for the night after ‘just one more’. And by the end I was left feeling exactly as Malachy intended, as if I had spent a very late night, listening to him tell these stories across a kitchen table. This was a great read and one I’d recommend to anyone wo is interested in Irish history.

Manspace

While the major work on our home remodel of last summer is complete, a number of small jobs remain. We just got our closet in, and when the weather allows our patio will be poured, we need some new furniture, and we also have to paint. But one job in particular is especially near and dear to me, the creation of my Manspace.

With my previous home office now our dining room, and our teenage daughter now out of the basement and in her new room upstairs with the rest of us, it is the basement which is now mine to claim. It’s a mess at the moment. Last week’s burst water pipe was a setback to progress on my manspace. But I have a vision.

It will have to be a multi-function room serving as a home office, library (for books, dvds and cds), den, pub (w/dartboard), and club. It’s a tall order for any basement with a cold concrete floor, but work has begun. To get the dark club-like feeling I’m after, I’ve painted the ceiling black, while the walls are dark blue with some black mottling texture to them. It’s a sloppy paint job, dark and sloppy. The bookcases are in and already providing a welcome consolidated home for our humble library. Putting them on blocks proved prescient (remember, water pipe burst last week), so for once my preparation for the worst serves me well (remember, hard disk crash last week).

I found a great book for inspiration from the efforts of other men and the special spaces they’ve created, Manspace, A Primal Guide to Marking Your Territory by Sam Martin is full of great garages, home pubs, amazing collection displays, and manly hangouts. And I’m not alone in my desire to create my manspace, as indicated by the below story from last Sunday’s Washington Post.

Stay tuned for progress reports. And don’t think I’m a chauvinist or anything like that, women will be welcome in my manspace… I just have to find the right accessory first 😉

Man, What a Setup
The Washington Post, 2/10/07

Dr. Murray

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I visited my Optomitrist on Friday, and I learned while there that it would be my last appointment with him as he’s retiring in a few months. Looking back in his file on me, we saw my first visit with him was in September 1989 when I was 24 years old. I can still remember the day on the streets of Washington, DC, when I realized I couldn’t read the street sign on the other side of the street and I figured I’d better go see an eye doctor. I’ve been through a bunch of glasses and a few contacts as well in the 18 years since. And now that I’ve got astigmatism in both eyes to go with my near-sightedness, my new pair will be… bi-focals! And over those years, Dr. Murray also put my wife and two of our kids in glasses. Thank-you Dr. Murray, and enjoy your retirement.

Data Grief

Damn Damn Damn…

My hard drive died on Thursday, and I didn’t even know it was sick. And being someone who works in the technology field, someone who claims some familiarity with computers and their operation, it makes me a bigger idiot than most who suffer this painful fate. No joke, top among the items in my computer’s ‘to-do’ list was ‘Backup Powerbook’.

The magnitude is only slowly sinking in. Things weren’t a total loss. My work stuff is all backed up at the office as of a couple weeks ago, and my Treo has my address book and calendar, no loss there. All of my music is on my iPod, and I hoped all of my photos were as well. But last night I learned it only had thumbnail size iPod-friendly copies, not the originals at their full resolution. Thank goodness for Flickr, my share-worthy photos are safe.

I bought my Powerbook in April 2005, so it’s hard drive managed less than two years of use before its total failure. That’s a discouraging fact. My son inherited my old laptop at the time and I left my own account on it, so my memory wipe isn’t total, it just reaches back to April 2005.

The most painful losses; emails, photos, quicken data, family tree information, notes/writings…I am a digital amnesia victim, trying to rebuild my technical self. And how much will I invest to try and recover any of it? I’m already in for a few hundred dollars on the utility software that wasn’t able to do the job, the initial professional attempt, and the replacement hard drive to get the computer working again. The repair shop recommended a company called Drive Savers, I think I’ll look into that. They say it’s very expensive.

OK, this time for real, I’ll get religion on backing up regularly, really…

Damn damn damn!

UPDATE: I heard from Drive Savers today… ‘severe media damage – unrecoverable’. Damn damn damn!

Ireland Books: Round Ireland with a Fridge

I was really enjoying this book a few weeks ago, when I ran into an unusual hurdle. When I reached the second photo section and tried to continue reading on the other side, I lost all track of the story. Dick Tracy that I am, I quickly found the cause, the pages after the photo section picked up about 40 pages after where they had left off. Someone drinking on the job at the publishing house I suppose. Regardless, I was enjoying the read enough to get back to Borders and order up a replacement copy.

The premise of the book is an interesting one, as it all springs from a drunken bet. Tony Hawks (a British comic, not the skateboarder), told some friends at a party of having once seen a man hitchhiking in Ireland with a full size refrigerator. He got a skeptical reply, offered a drunken boast, and the next day woke up with a hangover and a signed note by which he had accepted a bet of 100 pounds that he could not hitchhike around the entire Emerald Isle with a fridge in tow. His route was flexible, with the only condition being that he visit a specific coastal island at the norther and southern ends of the country.

The book is a fun read. Tony comes off as a friendly and likable guy, the sort you’d enjoy having a few pints with in an Irish pub, quizzing him on exactly why it was he was traveling around Ireland with a fridge. And the locals welcomed him with generosity and admiration for his undertaking such a fine, pointless excursion.

We won’t be taking a fridge with us on our trip. But Tony’s travel tales were entertaining, and it’s hard not to respect someone who follows through on even their most outrageous drunken bets.

TGIF

Sunday, Bears lose
Monday, it’s Monday
Tuesday, Flu rampant in office
Wednesday, frozen pipe bursts, water in basement
Thursday, powerbook hard drive crash, all is lost? Wife barfing.
TGIF

Update: Saturday, doing some minor follow-up clean up to Wednesday’s water and I somehow tweak my back badly. Advil & hot pads in store. Oh yeah, and I confirmed the worst on the hard drive, all is lost. Not my best week ever.

Da Bears

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Ouch! It was a sweet season for the Chicago Bears, and a painful loss in the Super Bowl tonight. All season long, the Bears defense and special teams covered for the performance of their much maligned quarterback Rex Grossman. And I was right there with the Rex defenders, including Bears Coach Lovie Smith, standing by their QB and the success reflected in their record. But it would be pretty hard to pin the Bears Super Bowl loss anywhere but squarely on Rex’s shoulders. Every player on the field had to deal with the same miserable conditions that no one expected to find when they booked the Super Bowl in Miami. But poor Rex could hardly take a snap without losing the handle, or throw a pass without giving it up to the other team. Sorry Rex, it wasn’t your night. Do your reps in the off season, and let’s win it next year.

That’s Entertainment – Paul Weller in New York, 2nd Night

The song was over, but the audience was still singing.

At the second night of Paul Weller’s three-night run of performances at the Irving Plaza in New York, the focus of his musical retrospective was on the music from his band The Style Council. But as he had done the previous night, when the focus was on the music of The Jam, after performing about ten Style Council songs Paul said, “OK, that’s enough with the nostalgia for now”, and continued with amazing performances of his more recent work.

But he wasn’t completely finished with the nostalgia. He repeated a song from The Jam that was one of the high points of the first night, That’s Entertainment. Among the multitude of great songs from The Jam, That’s Entertainment is among their greatest. It is certainly The Jam’s most acclaimed song, coming in at #306 as The Jam’s only appearance on Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time, it was also the song my brother Kevin had requested to hear by cell phone when performed on the first night, and getting a repeat performance on the second night was an unexpected bonus.

The song is great live, as it has a very easy to join background chorus, which written text cannot do justice to, but is essentially a slowly delivered “la la la la la la-ah“. Now obviously that may not seem like much, but having a club full of enthusiastic fans singing along and hitting their parts with unity and precision is something great to be a part of. When the song concluded, and Paul and the band members took a moment to change instruments, or take a drag from a cigarette, the audience kept on going with an extra, room-filling verse of our “la la la la la la-ah’s“, and in unison, as if well rehearsed, the singing gently faded out to a perfect on-cue stop. By this point Paul had moved from his center stage guitar stool to the piano in preparation for his next song, and he watched and listened to the audience’s bonus ending to his just finished song. When it ended he said, “Awesome, fucking awesome.” It was one of the nicest moments of seeing a performer genuinely enjoy an audience that is likewise genuinely enjoying a performance that I’ve ever seen.

Ireland Books: Midlife Irish

This wasn’t the first of my growing collection of Ireland related books that I started, but it was an easy first across the finish line. Part personal history, part Irish history, and part travelogue, Frank Gannon’s book Midlife Irish is a tremendously enjoyable read that I recommend to anyone interested in Ireland. Gannon was a 40-something, first-generation Irish American, who after both of his parents passed away set out to learn more about his own ‘Irishness’ and his parent’s seldom spoken about homeland.

This was really an ideal read for me, as I find myself in a similar place as Gannon did. My own Irish history is much more distant that his, I’m the fourth-generation since my Great Great Grandfather Michael Casey immigrated to Chicago from County Limerick, and happily my parents are still with us. But like Gannon I’m also recently curious about my family history, and planning my first trip to Ireland with hopes of exploring my ‘Irishness’ and touring a country that has intrigued me my whole life. The book offered many humorous insights into the Irish character, useful history that explains this unique character, and thoughtful reflection on family and personal history.

You don’t have to be Midlife Irish or even planning a trip to Ireland to enjoy this book. But if you are, it’s certainly a must read.

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