News from MN, 4/30/2006

Yo hi ho,

I've got another round of baby fish! 10+ black ones this time. I
doubt all 10 will decide to hang around (only 1 from my previous batch
did), but if they do, I'm gonna have to break out my fishing pole and
have a fish fry.

Speaking of cooking things, did you know you can bake an artichoke? My
friend Helen taught me that one. We will finally get a chance to met
each other in 3 weeks, after having corresponded via email for 6 months.
She will be flying here from NH for a 4 day weekend to find an
apartment. She moves here in July for a 13 month fellowship at the
clinic.

Speaking of fellowships, one of my IBM groups finished one of our
challenging chips a few weeks ago, so to celebrate, 20 of us drove up to
the cities this week and went to a Nascar simulator. I'm not a Nascar
fan, but it was fun to jump into pretty realistic full sized cars and
bump each other around on the track.

Speaking of cars, Zach got promoted to assistant manager yesterday!
More hours, more money, more happiness.

Speaking of happiness, my study is now happy. Last weekend it ran out
of shelf space, and the study is nothing but shelf space. So it
triggered a spring cleaning event. Worked all weekend on it and it is
now ready to house the library of congress. This weekend I did the same
to the shop, so it is now ready to take on Menards. Next weekend I'm
targeting the garage.

Speaking of garage, that first picture is of a pack of vulgar roof
dwellers on the roof attached to my garage, known as my house roof.
Zach is about to launch my 35 lb barbell past my deck, 30+ feet down to
my poor back yard lawn. The 2nd photo is Mike and Lee trying to extract
the weight from my lawn. This took a while, as it was fully embedded.
The dull thud of a 35 lb weight in bunker busting mode is fun, but not
loud. And roof dwellers like loud, so they found a dead Subaru hood in
the garage surplus yard (the one going bye bye next weekend) and placed
it strategically in the weight landing zone (3rd pic). It was loud.

Speaking of loud, that was my reaction when a rainstorm once again
eroded out a big hole at the end of my deck. Every year for the last 20
years, the spring rain from my big roof comes down and rather than going
down the hill like it should, those scheming rain drops manage to unite
and redirect their efforts into washing out a hole behind my retaining
wall (4th pic). So every year, my trusty wheelbarrow and I gather up
all that washed out dirt and push it back up the hill and back into the
hole. Packing it down harder every year with the confidence that this
year it will be un-erodible. But this year, as I was talking to the
same dirt that I have moved every year for 20 years (we have a bond,
that dirt and I), I got this crazy idea that maybe I should try
redirecting the roof runoff better. So I redirected the gutter. Took
all of about an hour. So next year, there will be NO MORE HOLES!

Speaking of holes, our neighborhood is infested with 1 billion hole
making rabbits. Nobody is too fond of them, as exemplified by the
native blow dart bush hunter in that last photo. Now these rabbits are
extremely fast (faster than even Jessy's lightning fast Rat terrier Mia)
and they are very wary of us human types, so normally all we see is
fuzzy blurs. So I was not too concerned about Zach trying out his blow
dart on one. But Zach is really good with that thing! He is now short
a couple of darts, and some bunny is now sporting a couple of bright red
plastic feathers. Probably will become something of a style fad in
bunny circles and I'll wake up some morning with a long line of bunnies
outside my door willing to buy some darts with their little bunny monies.

Speaking of long line of bunnies, this letter has gone on long enough.

Bruce

News from MN, 4/15/2006

Hellos,

Spring is springing here. 70s and greening up nicely. I washed and
waxed the white one (obligatory photo attached) to the beautiful
tweeting of red robins. Real robins this time <grin>.

From what I have heard, it sounds like most (all?) of you bought my
April 1st red robin story. To be fair, I should have added a few more
bird antics to give you guys a more of a chance to see through it.
Something like 'then the robin hopped over to the fridge and made
himself PB&W sandwich'. I suspect robins like worms better then jelly,
but since they are a close relative to the squirrel (both belonging to
the those-that-live-outsidess genus), I'm sure they like peanut butter.

I've re-discovered my wok recently. I've been cooking just about
anything that fits in it, and it is a big wok. My email friend Helen
(you Maui-ans might remember her as the one who's email you caught me
reading) has turned me on to a bunch of new food groups:

Olive Oil. More specifically, Extra Virgin Olive Oil (EVOO), which
can be use in just about anything, including I suspect, Zach's high end
racing engines. My wok especially likes EVOO.

Irish Oatmeal. Grandpa Tate would be proud. McCanns cooks in minutes.

Forbidden rice. A black rice that used to be reserved for Chinese
Emperors. The Greeks banned because it they thought it was powerful
and feared it would aid their enemies in battle.

Yellow squash. Not at all like Orange squash which I suspect is
still yucky, although Helen is trying to convince me otherwise, even
though I have explained that my Mom has already tried, unsuccessfully,
to disguise Orange squash in various recipes. Yellow squash, though,
is not at all nasty. Pleasant even.

Kohlrabi. This veggy comes with 2-3" root bulbs, attached to massive
green leafs. When handed to a grocery cashier, be prepared for a
puzzled, maybe even scared, look. And it helps to remember the name
Kohlrabi, so they can look up the price, or otherwise, they will
continue looking at it, at a full arms length distance, hoping and
fearing it will spring to life and announce its name. Like most
veggies, the root can be boiled, baked, or sliced and wok-ed.

Still on the hunt for Helen recommended Fennel. I've printed out
addresses of all the grocery stores and town and am visiting them a few
at a time to see whats for cooking. I found a food coop the other day
with a back room labeled 'bulk' which was full of all kinds of unknown,
but likely edible, food things.

I registered http://brucewinter.net last week. The price for domain
names is now down to $8 per year, so figured why not. Usually more if
you want to actually do anything with them, like host web pages, but I
signed up for a free beta service from google.

Zack hosted a driveway barbeque last night. A few pics attached. He
and Jessy took a borrowed motorcycle for a spin. That pickup is one
Derek picked up for $25. They cranked up the music, filled the back
with bodies, and swayed it back and forth to the beat of the music. A 3
meg video here:

http://brucewinter.net/06_04_derek_truck_dance.avi

Also posted a video from the jelly jet jars I wrote about last month:

http://brucewinter.net/06_03_jelly_jet_jar.avi

Later gaters.

Bruce

News from MN, 4/01/2006

Yo Peeps,

Today was a beautiful, warm, spring day, so I opened up a bedroom window
to flush out some of that stale 'Winter' air. About an hour later,
after I hang up no an IBM conference call in the living room, I hear
this scuffling sound coming from the bedroom. Peering in, I see this
larger than average robin hopping around on my bed! He looked at me
with this look that said 'What, you never seen a robin before? You need
more worms in this bed!'

Then he ignored me and went on hopping around in his worm hunt, with no
indication that he was going to go back out the window. So I had a
dilemma. How to get him back out the window without making him go bird
crazy. I had visions of those crazy squirrels of my childhood that we
would occasionally lure into the house with trails of peanuts, who would
then go ballistic and bounce of all the walls in the house till they
randomly bounced out a open door.

So I backed out of my bedroom, pondering what it would take to make a
trail of worms to guide this bird back outside. But before I could grab
my worm digging shovel, this fearless bird hops right on into the living
room! For fear of getting in his way and getting bird hopped, I got
out of his way and sat down. With his keen bird vision, he spies some
worm like things swimming around in my fish tank and flaps his wings 3
times and lands on the desk next to the fish tank, sliding to a stop
with his bird beak banging into the aquarium glass.

He then regains his bird composure, then longingly peers into the tank.
The fish, who were startled at first (I really think at that point
they had never seen a Robin before), quickly regained their fish normal
fish composure and inquisitiveness, swam over to within microns of the
Robin's beak. They then peered back into that Robin's eyes and said in
unison, in their cute little bubbly fish voices, 'Do you know what day
it is today?'

At which point the impossibly brave Robin poofed out of existence, and I
sat down to write this letter.

First picture is of Zack and his glorious $4k pile of delicious car
parts. Yes, that is 9 different gages, not counting the ones he
already had. And no, that is not a bottle for Nitrous gas. At least
that is what we would tell the insurance company if they asked. I think
the plan is to say it is a bottle Milk (the N is close to M, and at
least it is colored white).

I sent my hard drive that died last month off to a hard drive recovery
service, but it came back as a unrecoverable. The head that crashed
scoured the disk. Between various computers here, and the replay tv
box that I had some photos copied to, I recovered most photos up to
2004. But lost all the music and '04 and '05 photos.

So to protect against this happening again, I bought a new external
storage box, with built in redundancy, so any drive can fail and I do
not loose data any. It is the little box on the left in the 2nd
picture, can hold 4 drives for 2 TBytes of data! And to lift my
spirits, I took the money I was prepared to spend to recover that dead
drive and bought a new computer. A dual AMD Athlon X2 2 ghz with 2 gig
of memory! Amazing what $800 can buy these days.

I also spent $800 on a new tooth. When I was a silly little boy, I
impressed my friend Bill Abel by turning off his basement light hands
free. I jumped up and grabbed the sting to the light with my teeth.
The light went off, and I almost yanked it out of the ceiling. It hurt
for a while, but the tooth (front top incisor) didn't die till college.
Recently it got brittle, as dead things sometimes do, so needed to be
capped. I'm currently sporting a fine looking temporary plastic tooth
while the porcelain one gets hand crafted by the porcelain elves.

The last picture is a animetronic head I got recently. I hope to hack
it to give it a Robby McDowell like British voice, then use him as a
house greeter. Figure if guests don't get scared away by this guy,
then they will probably survive the rest of the house.

Birdman Bruce