Thursday, June 19, 2008
What I did this summer...
Evenings were spent visiting instead of blogging, or even practicing :(
Then, unexpected changes to two of my consulting project deadlines popped up even while the visitors were here. There goes all my free time until the end of the month, at least. Most of the work is fairly straightforward, but some of it involves some politicking... Oh well, the money's sure welcome as I start getting ready for the shock of the next refill of my heating oil tank =0
Uh oh, I feel a rant coming on:
I've got to hand it to our current and previous government leaders for their well-thought-out energy policy. (Isn't it comforting that these same clowns are ably attending to our impending Social Security & Medicare fiasco.) I think I finally got it figured out - why use up our own oil first? Let's mortgage our future by shipping off our dollars to all those corrupt dictators and kings and whatever. Then after we've used up all their oil and the price gets really high, somehow we'll overcome all of our silly self-imposed restrictions and start tapping our own resources. Makes sense to me.
Then there's the faction that's gloating over our high prices - finally we're all going to have to sell our SUVs and start riding bicycles! (Try explaining that to the guy who has to use his pickup truck to carry his tools for his work.) Sure, you'll see their talking heads on TV crying crocodile tears and blaming everybody but themselves, but this is a classic case of having their cake and eating it too.
But back to the other side: That same greed that has driven up oil prices goes hand in hand with the reason the price of gasoline in Alaska is the second highest in the country (behind only California). The same oil that is extracted from Prudhoe Bay, piped to Valdez, and loaded onto tankers for shipment to the lower 48 where they manage to refine it and sell it for as much as 60 cents to $1.00 less than we pay, is also shipped a couple hundred miles around the tip of the Kenai Peninsula to our local refinery. Their gasoline is then trucked to Anchorage (175 miles) and sold there for 30 cents less than we have to pay just 10 miles away from the refinery!
Alaska has two refineries that make more than enough gasoline to supply our local market. So, for a new supplier to enter our market, they'd have to ship their refined product 1500 miles or more across the Gulf of Alaska. They'd have to build a tank farm somewhere and get dock space (good luck getting all those permits). And they'd have to setup their own in-state distribution system. I have little doubt that our two refineries know exactly how much this venture would cost, and exactly how much this new potential marketer would have to charge for his gasoline to justify his investment. Because that is exactly how much they charge us for the gasoline they sell. If they charged much more than that, the potential marketer would have a reason to go for it. And what fool would charge any less?
End of Rant
Now for something completely different (a near-disaster):
Although I missed too many days practicing my cello so far this month and a couple rehearsals over the last two weeks, I did manage to get back into it this week. A little rusty, but not too bad. Yesterday I had another lesson (#52).
I always lay my case on the floor to lift out my cello. Of course I've seen many others stand their case on end and open it outward. But I found this upright way too awkward. I've also always closed the velcro strap around the neck when I put it away.
That is, until yesterday. As I got to my lesson, there wasn't much room with the other student getting ready to leave, so I stood my case against the wall and opened the "door" - and out tumbled my poor cello, right onto the floor. First it landed on the bridge and then rocked onto the neck and ended up tilted to one side. With a loud bang! The loudest sound I've ever heard - at least it seemed so at the time.
Gasp! Heart attack! But in fact, mostly I just felt so stupid...
Fortunately - unbelievably - all was well: no dents, no cracks, the bridge was intact, the soundpost was not sticking out through the back, no seams had opened. I checked it all out - carefully... All I had to do was readjust the bridge; it was knocked a couple millimeters to one side and a few millimeters toward the neck. And, of course, retune.
Still, I spent that next hour fretting about what else could be wrong. Cursing myself and feeling pretty foolish for not closing that velcro strap after our trio rehearsal the night before. It was just not possible to concentrate. We went back to the beginning of Book 3 and starting playing through the pieces. But, in my distraction, every incorrect intonation was a symptom - something had to be wrong... how can you tip over a cello and not damage it? So, I played as if I'd lost a whole year of progress. I should have just paid her and left. The longer it went on, the worse I played.
By the time I got home, I was ready to log onto eBay and give it all up. Today, it wasn't a whole lot better. I started out making a detailed, closeup (magnifying goggles) inspection of every part of the cello. The bridge was still just a little off, but otherwise it was physically OK. But I still couldn't stop diagnosing each raw sound as a symptom of damage. Maybe tomorrow...
Wait, here comes another (minor) rant:
It sure hasn't been a good week. In order to log into one of my client's systems, I have to use a fairly sophisticated security system. Actually, I'm pretty impressed with it.
But yesterday afternoon, I logged into their system after more than a month offline and found that in order to get into their archives, I had to download a new program. The download and install took just a few minutes, then after the obligatory restart, I finished my business and turned the computer over to Z for his game-playing on the big-screen monitor.
Usually, this is when I switch over to my laptop for the evening. But for some reason, I couldn't log into the desktop to get at my files. A little troubleshooting on the desktop revealed that that $%@^# program I'd downloaded was somehow hung up trying to install itself again(?). Windows Uninstall told me to wait until that install was completed before I could uninstall that $%@^# program. Gee thanks, Microsoft, that was helpful! Eventually a "Program not Responding" message showed up in that install box.
Hmmm. Several failed restarts later, I started trying to remember how I used to get at the system files so I could try to do a manual delete... (config.sys? no that's DOS. And so on.) Finally, I remembered it: MSCONFIG. That let me get in and uncheck that $%@^# program from the startup list. That let me start it up fully, at least.
But it still wouldn't uninstall. Now what? Oh yeah, then I remembered: REGEDIT. Whew! I quickly deleted all traces of it from the registry and the problem appears to have been solved. Now, that $%@^# program no longer appears anywhere, although I'm sure traces still linger and will probably show up sooner or later.
So after two frustrating hours we were all back in business. Too bad I can't charge that time to the client.
Sorry about the cello bonk. I always access mine with the case upright (I think because of my fear that the hatch will close unexpectedly on my fingers if someone bumps it) so my velcro is always closed, since it must be to close the case. But mine did take a header the other night when it got bumped off the stand. Actually, the latch was closed and the whole stand got knocked over. I think it might be a risk of leaving the endpin out - and bad kitties.
Meaning, conserve. Everything. Judgement, oil, governmental power, taxes, everything. These days I'm politically like that mom who walks into a room full of badly behaved 6 year olds at a party and yells, "KNOCK IT OFFFFFF!"
Have you ever seen such a wreck? And it's everyone's fault! Everyone! But this is what we have to go through in order to manifest the next generation of great American innovation. I'm growing some veggies, planting trees, recycling, even getting a motorcycle license so I can run errands on L's Vespa. I hope the captains of industry realize that you can be a greedy bastard in the field of green energy, too. That's what will make the change.
And if global warming ends up to not be our fault, it's still best not to be wasteful, simply as a virtue of it being the responsible thing to do. Gas prices, schmas prices. Let's drive demand so far down they won't know what hit them.
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