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Derek Mar 2001


Journal: News & Comment

This is "Penmachine.com: March 2001," a page that archives an entire month's entries from my online journal. The latest material for that month is at the top. For my newest entries, visit the home page.
Saturday, March 31, 2001 - newest items first
# 10:54:00 AM:

Ever wanted a computer you could roll up?

Maybe not, but you might be able to get one soon anyway.
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# 1:02:00 AM:

The two newest contracts

My latest two freelance assignments are for ThoughtShare Communications (some documentation) and Navarik Corp. (marketing writing).
Many people at ThoughtShare are former co-workers of mine from  Multiactive Software, and Navarik is run and largely staffed by people with whom I served on UBC Student Council a decade ago.
I trust that they employ me because they know the quality of my work, not just because they know me.
Disclaimer (added May 2004): While I now work for Navarik Corp., this site is my own, and doesn't represent the company's position on anything.
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Thursday, March 29, 2001 - newest items first
# 10:23:00 AM:

Two books you should read

If you are at all involved in technology, you must read these two books:
  1. The Inmates Are Running The Asylum by Alan Cooper of Cooper Interaction Design
  2. Philip and Alex's Guide to Web Publishing by Philip Greenspun of MIT (also available in its entirety and more online -- except for the very nice photos from the print edition)
Read them. Love them. Thank me later.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2001 - newest items first
# 7:58:00 PM:

Maybe useful, probably useless, and likely clueless

Three unrelated items caught my eye in Tuesday's "Good Morning Silicon Valley" column in the San Jose Mercury News. (Even if you live far from Silicon Valley, as I do, GMSV is worth subscribing to, either by e-mail or using the AvantGo mobile edition.)
The first is a blurb about Powerline and HomePlug, which "may make high-speed Internet access via electricity cables a reality as soon as this year." In other words, avoid running network cables or dealing with sometimes-flaky wireless networks -- just use every power socket in your house as a network connection. Potentially very cool. If it works.
Next, I think both inventor Paul Moller, who has invented something he calls the Skycar ("the future of commuter transportation"), and John Hansman, an MIT aeronautics researcher (who calls the Skycar "a piece of junk") are missing the point. Yes, as Hansman points out, "everybody has always wanted to have an airplane that would launch from their driveway and fly to wherever they wanted to go, and it exists and it's called a helicopter." But the reason not everyone has a helicopter or a private plane is only partly the expense and inconvenience. The major problem is that people drive poorly and get into accidents just fine in two dimensions, on roads. Add a third dimension and the potential to fall several thousand feet after a fender-bender, and you understand that there is a very good reason why air travel of any sort is very heavily regulated.
Finally, an organization called Bountyquest has an interesting way of trying to foil some of the more insane patents being granted these days: offer a substantial reward to anyone who can provide the "prior art" (evidence that similar things were going on before patent applicants "invented" their creations) that would invalidate patent claims. What's really strange is that the venture is being backed not just by publisher Tim O'Reilly -- who has been outspoken about the problems with the patent system in the past -- but also by Jeff Bezos of Amazon.com, notorious for his "one-click shopping" patent, decried as perhaps the worst example of the U.S. Patent Office's cluelessness. One of those slamming one-click was O'Reilly himself, who called Bezos's patent "intellectual property gone mad."
So, data from wall power, the scary concept of flying cars in the hands of slow-drivers who can barely see over the wheel, and patent cooperation between two seeming polar opposites. Some good reading.
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# 10:31:00 AM:

It's official

As of yesterday, I am now the proprietor of the Penmachine Media Company, an officially registered business proprietorship with the Province of British Columbia.
What's different? Er, nothing really. I did set up a business account at my credit union, though, so people can write cheques to "Penmachine" now and I can cash them. I suppose I'll add a little note about the company name to my copyright info at the bottom of these Web pages too.
Oh, and I bought a briefcase. Need to be professional and all that (he writes, sitting at his computer in T-shirt, jeans, and sandals...).
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Sunday, March 25, 2001 - newest items first
# 1:57:00 AM:

The shock of the new

For centuries now, academics have bound their lives to the journals in which they publish their research -- periodicals such as Nature and the New England Journal of Medicine. While in university, I was shocked to discover how much it cost to subscribe to those journals. A subscription to a single publication can cost $15,000 (U.S. funds) per year. (Martha Stewart Living looks pretty cheap then, doesn't it?)
As with so many other things, the Internet is changing it all, as the article "For Medical Journals, A New World Online" in the March 20 New York Times (free registration required) reveals. Every medical journal must now deal with a new reality: in the fast-moving and high-priority world of life and death, the speed, efficiency, and low cost of publishing on the Internet is eating into their business. And people worldwide seem unwilling to put medical journals' business models ahead of human health.
Some, such as the  British Medical Journal, have responded by making their content available online for free. Others, including the Journal of the American Medical Association, are resisting any such move, to protect their millions in annual revenue -- and, they argue, the quality and integrity that revenue guarantees.
But with talk of high-profile researchers boycotting journals that refuse to publish cheaply or free online, universities (especially in the developing world) rebelling against high subscription prices, and governments making vast archives available online at no charge, journals will have to adapt. If that makes it easier for doctors in sub-Saharan Africa to give their millions of AIDS patients the latest treatments, can we possibly complain?
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Wednesday, March 21, 2001 - newest items first
# 2:16:00 AM:

Black leather hospital gown?

I heard today on the radio that Joey Ramone, singer for the immortal Ramones, has been hospitalized with lymphoma.
Not all punk rockers self-destruct, but they are not immune to other ails, it seems.
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Monday, March 19, 2001 - newest items first
# 3:51:00 PM:

Celebrity testimonial

Okay, I'm not a celebrity. But if you are planning a stay in the Seattle area and have access to a vehicle while you're there, I'd recommend you go to a hotel that's just a bit north of town, at the Silver Cloud Inn at Mukilteo, on the ocean near the Boeing plant in Everett.
It's about twenty minutes from downtown Seattle on the freeway, and offers a great view, excellent rooms, and a spectacular continental breakfast (you can make your own waffles). My family and I stayed there this past weekend, and we'll be going back.
If, on the other hand, you're going to Victoria, the place to stay is the Bedford Regency Hotel, right downtown. The down comforters and soaker tubs are comfy as can be, and the in-room fireplaces are a pleasant luxury.
And now, back to our regular programming...
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Thursday, March 15, 2001 - newest items first
# 12:17:00 AM:

Now semi-officially almost the Penmachine Media Company

That headline reads like the title of a Monty Python sketch or an obscure, slightly funny but drably photographed art-house movie. But instead, it's what I did today.
I received approval in the mail this morning from the British Columbia government to register my business as the "Penmachine Media Company," encompassing my writing, editing, Web work, computer consulting, drumming, and occasional photography. In order to make that official, I took my second trip in four days to the B.C. Business Centre at the Waterfront SkyTrain station in Vancouver, paid them another $30, and sat at a computer terminal for a few minutes filling out forms to make the name official.
Ideally, I could have done the whole thing over the Internet -- the software I was using even ran in a Web browser -- but so far the provincial bureaucracy hasn't quite figured out how to make that happen. So instead of sitting in front of my own computer filling out forms, I had to go downtown to sit at someone else's computer to do it. Ah well. It gave me a chance to get out for a coffee, anyway.
Next, I wait for confirmation in the mail. Good thing I got some actual paying work done today too.
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Monday, March 12, 2001 - newest items first
# 11:01:00 AM:

Whale day

[Note added April 24, 2002: I have finally put one of my photos of Bjossa on this site, after discovering many people coming here via search engines looking for such a shot. The photo was taken the same day I posted this journal entry, and my daughter (she has much more hair now) is in the foreground. Bjossa died last year, a few months after the picture was taken.]
My wife and I took our two daughters to the Vancouver Aquarium yesterday morning, as we often do. But yesterday something unusual happened.
We were watching Bjossa, the Aquarium's last remaining orca whale (who will be leaving the Aquarium for another facility where she can be with other orcas), in the underwater viewing area. My daughter was perched on the ledge by the window.
I've seen Bjossa and her late tank-mate Finna -- as well as their predecessor, Skana, one of the first killer whales in captivity -- come up to the glass and eye us humans before. This time, however, she stared quite distinctly at my daughter, then turned her nose to the window and let out a loud underwater whistle that we could hear right through the glass, which is inches thick and normally almost completely soundproof. Next, she did it again. My youngest, startled, was a bit upset.
A few minutes later, after Bjossa had swum away into another part of the tank, we had our little girl at the glass again, observing Whitewings, the dolphin who shares Bjossa's habitat. Bjossa returned, and again came straight to us (ignoring the other kids who were calling out and waving at other windows). She let out another few whistles, then swam off.
That evening, after the kids were asleep, I happened to catch a 1997 National Geographic documentary on the Knowledge Network called "Sea Monsters: Search for the Giant Squid." It included some of the most amazing video footage I've ever seen: a group of sperm whales diving to 400 metres off the coast of New Zealand, recorded by a "crittercam" attached to one whale's back (!).
The whales were hunting for giant squid (genus Archeteuthis), about which I wrote a research paper more than ten years ago during my studies for my Marine Biology degree. Unfortunately, the whales didn't catch or even see one -- had they done so, it would have been the first recording of a live giant squid ever. So far, the crittercam has had no further luck finding giant squid. Perhaps someday.
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Saturday, March 10, 2001 - newest items first
# 3:31:00 PM:

Penmachine - soon to be official

I originally registered the penmachine.com domain almost exactly one year ago, after a long search for a good name for this site, often assisted by my friend Alistair (who, incidentally, is not as fond as you might expect of his eponymous dot-com). I was surprised that it was available, since many more obscure ones weren't -- but perhaps it had been a sign that "penmachine" came to me when I was half-asleep, in a semi-dream state.
Yesterday, I took the next step, which was to march on down to the B.C. Business Centre at the Waterfront SkyTrain station in Vancouver. There, I initiated a name search as the first stage of registering my business. Since business names in British Columbia require a certain structure, I had to provide my top three choices for my company. They were:
- Penmachine Media Company
- Penmachine Media Services
- Penmachine Wordsmiths Co.
The first two are rather general, because my work comprises more than writing and editing: I also get income from drumming and sometimes from photography. "Media" was the only thing that made sense.
In a few days, I'll find out if I get my first choice, and then I can register as a proprietorship. It's a thrill a minute, I tell you.
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Thursday, March 08, 2001 - newest items first
# 10:31:00 PM:

50,000,000 Elvis fans can't be wrong

Today I made an excellent discovery. The band for which I play drums has been searching for some sequined or lamé jackets for some time now, in order to spiff up the stage show a bit. This afternoon, while I was walking through the mall, I noticed a discount rack of gold and blue sequined jackets. Even better, they were marked down to $25 each. So I bought five -- four gold, one blue -- and talked the clerk down to $20 each for them.
That's remarkable because, when we've looked for such jackets in the past, a single one cost more than the $120 I spent for five -- sometimes twice as much. So it was quite a deal.
Now if I could find matching pants...
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Monday, March 05, 2001 - newest items first
# 9:59:00 PM:

Something (okay, many things) in the air

Last night I finished my first major project since I started working exclusively on contract in February. It's a 42-page document for Sierra Wireless Inc. about Cellular Digital Packet Data (CDPD) -- which is a standard for connecting to the Internet wirelessly, using the same infrastructure and radio frequencies as analog cellular phones.
Having immersed myself in the subject of wireless data communications for two weeks, I was obviously interested when I spotted an article in today's online edition of the New York Times called "Locating Devices Rise in Popularity But Raise Privacy Concerns"(free registration required). It announces that a long-time science fiction idea is now upon us: being able to pinpoint a person's whereabouts precisely, almost anywhere on earth. This development has both benefits (call 911 and they'll know where you are within a few metres, even if you can't speak) and drawbacks (your employer always knows where your company vehicle is -- even if it's the parking lot of a strip club).
The discussion also reiterates something I've been thinking of for some time. The air around us is thick with invisible information:
  • radio and TV broadcasts.
  • cell phone calls of several different analog and digital varieties.
  • police, firefighting, marine, aircraft, military, taxi, dispatch, and other two-way radio.
  • wireless data in a whole bunch of guises.
  • the electromagnetic detritus of all the motors, signals, power lines, and miscellaneous gadgets we live with.
All these signals are modulated, multiplexed, layered, and intermixed into a cacophanous soup -- but one that none of our natural senses can detect. Yet does it affect us? It seems not, but we're not sure yet. Then again, the last century exposed human beings to many new things (plastics, antibiotics, puffed food products) and we live longer than ever.
For all but the latest brief, infinitesimal slice of human history -- the previous hundred years -- the radio spectrum on earth was nearly silent. The only radio waves we'd find interesting today were, generally, from space. Now we spew so much out that radio astronomers are looking longingly at the far side of the moon, because the only thing that can block the constant radio buzz from our planet is a whole moon's worth of solid rock.
As Madge would say, "You're soaking in it."
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Thursday, March 01, 2001 - newest items first
# 12:58:00 PM:

So what am I now?

In February, I started working from home as a freelance writer and editor on contract. I had to get used to providing a new answer when people ask me what I do for a living.
But my answer isn't quite true. As of this month, I've rejoined my old band as the drummer, and we'll be playing at least four shows in March. My income from them may meet or even exceed that from writing and editing.
So what am I? A freelance writer, editor... and drummer?
I guess so, but I don't think I'll put that on my business card.
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Derek Dec 2000


Journal: News & Comment

This is "Penmachine.com: December 2000," a page that archives an entire month's entries from my online journal. The latest material for that month is at the top. For my newest entries, visit the home page.
Sunday, December 31, 2000 - newest items first
# 10:47:00 PM:

Welcome to 2001

Keep an eye out for black monoliths.
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Friday, December 29, 2000 - newest items first
# 11:27:00 AM:

A place to which I'll never return

For Christmas, my dad gave me deep-sea explorer Robert Ballard's new book The Eternal Darkness. Although it's about the truly deep ocean -- thousands of metres down, where light from the sun never reaches -- it reminded me of my brief time as a scuba diver, more than a decade ago.
Scuba diving reaches only the thinnest top skin of the ocean. Recreational divers are limited to about 30 metres in depth. By contrast, the average depth of the ocean is something like 4,000 metres, while the very bottom, in the Challenger Deep of the Mariana Trench, is over 11,000 metres down. Only two men have ever been there, in a 1960 dive aboard the bathyscaph Trieste. (Twelve people have been to the moon.)
Anyway, I was a scuba diver, plumbing the thin skin of the ocean, from 1988 to 1991, when I developed diabetes. Though it is still theoretically possible for me to dive, the blood-sugar anomalies that are part of my disease make it unsafe, at least in my judgment. Still, I remember vividly from my diving days some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. One incident in particular stands out.
While taking a summer course for my marine biology degree at the Bamfield Marine Station in 1989, I went underwater nearly every day -- sometimes twice a day. As part of my summer research project, I was collecting sea pens (colonial animals related to corals, sea anemones, and jellyfish) from the bottom of Bamfield Inlet, a minute or two's swim from the station itself. It was generally an unremarkable dive -- not in deep water, not far from land, not in any spectacular underwater location. I spent the time concentrated on the sandy, mucky bottom, gathering sea pens in my mesh bag, monitoring my air supply and time under, and making sure I knew where my dive buddy and I were. A spotter kept an eye on our bubbles from shore.
At the end of our dive, we navigated toward the station underwater, aiming to hit the surface as close to shore (and far away from passing boats) as possible. I looked up for the first time in a while.
Ahead of us, the sun shone down through a forest of giant kelp, growing in a band between the steep Bamfield shore and the deeper water where we had been. The deep greens and dappled light are hard to describe, but photos like these ones give you an idea how it looked. Sort of. But drifting there, weightless, after spending half an hour in the gloom of a muddy bottom, was almost mystical.
I miss experiences like that. But I remember them.
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# 10:57:00 AM:

Yes, I actually enjoy this stuff

In case anyone doubted that I am a true language geek, here is my latest find (forwarded by a fellow language geek): an entire article dedicated to the question of whether "millennium" has one n or two.
It confirms my long conviction that the word requires two n's -- held since my days wondering about the spelling of Han Solo's ship Millennium Falcon in Star Wars. Which brands me as another type of geek altogether, of course.
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Friday, December 22, 2000 - newest items first
# 11:03:00 AM:

Happy birthday, Oma

I neglected to note it here on the day itself, but Monday, December 18, was my grandmother's 90th birthday. She was born Hedwig Olga Anders in 1910, in what was then part of Prussia and is now (I think) in Poland. She has lived through two wars and lost two husbands: Karl Müller in 1947 (to tuberculosis contracted in a Russian PoW camp), and Milos Purkart in 1981 (to heart disease). While evacuated from her home in Berlin in the late stages of World War II, she skillfully bartered with rural farmers to feed and clothe her kids when food and cloth were scarce and money worthless.
In Germany before the War, she had worked cleaning government buildings. After coming to Canada in 1955, she helped her second husband run several resuaurants, including the then-legendary Schnitzel Haus and Hofbräu Haus. Her two children, Erika Stoiber and Jürgen Karl Miller, are both successful professionals in Vancouver, Canada. J. Karl is my dad.
Into her eighties, she was still regularly walking around Stanley Park -- a 10 km trek. Although she had a stroke in 1995 that partially paralyzed her left hand, my Oma has continued to live on her own in a condominum on Vancouver's Coal Harbour. She still makes great food. Last week, she slipped and broke her other wrist, unfortunately, so she has been staying with one or the other of her kids until it heals. So I'd like to say a public happy birthday and wish her well. She has made no history, but she has been part of it, and is a remarkable woman.
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Wednesday, December 20, 2000 - newest items first
# 11:26:00 AM:

A tiny sample of shattered life

Yesterday evening, a large glass measuring bowl fell from a shelf in our kitchen, hit the coffee maker, and exploded like a bomb. My wife and two daughters were in the kitchen at the time, and only my youngest (11 months old) was spared from the flying glass. My wife received a couple of cuts to her face, and my older daughter (almost three) had minor wounds on both her feet.
The sound of the crash brought me running out of the bathroom. We all spent the next couple of hours removing glass splinters, putting on bandages, and cleaning up the mess. We had to throw out a number of things, including some food and the coffee maker.
I hope it's not trivializing, but the experience gave me a (thankfully) very small taste of what it must be like when something really serious but unexpected happens, like an earthquake, a robbery, or a real bomb. I can only imagine the disorientation, shock, and chaos that are a regular part of life for people living in war zones or under other reigns of terror. It made me glad we don't.
A friend of ours was teaching in Kobe, Japan when it was struck by an earthquake in 1995. His apartment was supremely messed up, but he was lucky that his building didn't collapse, as others nearby did. He remained for a few weeks, but in the end being there was too difficult, physically and emotionally, and he moved back to Canada. He is now a teacher here.
In our simpler life, everything's cleaned up now, except for the occasional random shard of glass we find. I bought a new coffee maker later last evening, and by 11:00 p.m. we were all in bed, safely asleep.
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Tuesday, December 19, 2000 - newest items first
# 12:16:00 AM:

Is music bred in the bone?

More than five years ago, I got married (at a lovely lakeside house), quit being a full-time drummer, and made writing and editing my career. Or so I thought.
Since 1995, I've played a few fill-in shows with my old band, The Neurotics (a.k.a. Hourglass), but recently those shows have become more frequent.
Today, two things made me realize I was turning back into a musician:
  1. I replaced all the drum heads on my kit -- because I realized that some of them were a decade old. Then, while testing out the drumset, I began to rediscover the joy of playing (of course, my recent free trip to New York didn't hurt either).
  2. I started looking at musical catalogs, browsing music Web sites, and visiting music stores again, just for fun.
There's a chance I may get to be the regular drummer for my former band once more. When I left in 1995, I was 26, recently out of university, and still unsure of my role in life. Many of my acquaintanceswere musicians. Now, I'm 31, married and the father of two girls, long out of school, well established as a technical writer and editor, and pretty happy as a part-time stay-at-home dad. Most of my acquaintances now are computer geeks or other parents.
But my daughters like it when I play drums for them -- they dance, they bang along, they smile and laugh. I'm glad I'm starting to enjoy it myself again too. Maybe it's unavoidable. My grandfather was a choir director and composer (as well as a carpenter), my dad was always the guy who played guitar at friends' parties, and even those two kids of mine seem to have talents for singing and playing instruments -- as much as anyone can tell when they're both under three, anyway.
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Saturday, December 16, 2000 - newest items first
# 1:08:00 PM:

Sloshing in a winter wonderland

The southwest coast of British Columbia has Canada's mildest weather, but we're not immune to winter. A couple of nights ago we had our first snow of the season, followed by a howling windstorm. And, as often happens here, the next day was brilliantly sunny and beautiful beyond description.
Now (also as usual) it is raining, turning the pretty snow into grey, sodden slush. The rest of the country may make fun of us for not knowing how to drive in the snow, but at least theirs stays powdery and light. I wouldn't want to be on the Prairies right now, where with the wind chill temperatures are in the minus-50 range -- but at that temperature snow and sand must be the same to drive on.
Since it rains a lot here in the winter, people like me are prepared with plenty of wet-wear clothing. We may look ridiculous, but we're dry.
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Tuesday, December 12, 2000 - newest items first
# 10:08:00 PM:

Why evenings are best

As my daughter (who will be three on Valentine's Day, 2001) was falling asleep tonight under the light of our Christmas tree, I noticed that she and her younger sister (now ten months old) look nearly identical when they sleep, though they are two years apart.
It was a warm and fuzzy feeling.
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Friday, December 08, 2000 - newest items first
# 5:13:00 PM:

Some better Vancouver photos

In my December 6 note below, about my trip to New York, I tried to find a photo of snow on the local mountains here in Vancouver to show how beautiful they are. The one I found then is okay, but I've since discovered a better alternative. There are some nice ones at Vancouver Views too (but beware the animated flags and other questionable Web design elements).
Don't everyone move here at once, now.
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# 8:47:00 AM:

I didn't care at the time. I do now.

Twenty years ago today, a man named Mark Chapman shot and killed John Lennon, the former Beatle. I was eleven at the time, and all I can recall is watching women crying in the streets of New York on television.
I liked the Beatles then -- I had enjoyed making a spectacle of myself mock-performing while the 45 rpm single of "Get Back" played on one of our jukeboxes, which my dad brought home from his job repairing them -- but I didn't make the connection with Lennon in 1980. I liked disco. He was just some guy. (Hey, I was eleven.)
Only in the following decade did I get it. Ten years later, in 1990, I was making part of my living playing drums on Beatles songs in a sixties cover band. I still do that today (see "The city that never rests," below). Through the Beatles I came to love rock 'n' roll, from Little Richard and Chuck Berry through AC/DC, Midnight Oil, Nirvana, and on -- and I went back too, to Muddy Waters and Otis Rush and Robert Johnson.
Last week, I sat behind the drums again in the basement of a hotel maybe ten or fifteen minutes' walk across Central Park in New York City from where John Lennon lived, and died. Three other guys and I played "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" and "With a Little Help From My Friends" and "I Saw Her Standing There," and more. Some of them, like "Here Comes the Sun," my band has probably played many more times than the Beatles did. We played songs the Beatles wrote, and songs they loved, and songs by people who loved them.
Funny that while I've played all those songs, Beatles and not, hundreds of times, the Beatles tunes -- especially the early ones, when Ringo really pounded and Paul went "wooo!" -- are still among the most fun to perform, and to hear. "I Saw Her Standing There" was the first track on the first album the Beatles released, coming up on forty years ago. Musicians know, though, that if things are going a little slow, that song can still get people dancing in seconds.
I never knew John Lennon, and maybe wouldn't have liked him if I did. But I'm glad he was around. It's too bad he didn't see his kids grow up.
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Wednesday, December 06, 2000 - newest items first
# 10:33:00 AM:

The city that never rests, never mind sleeps

This past weekend, I took a whirlwind trip to New York City in order to play drums with my old band, the Neurotics, at a private party at the very exclusive Sherry-Netherland Hotel at Fifth Avenue and 59th Street in Midtown Manhattan. We left Vancouver early Thursday morning and returned before noon on Saturday. It was my first trip to New York. As a naive first-timer, here are my impressions:
  • They call it the City That Never Sleeps. It's more than that. It's the City That Never Rests. We arrived late on a Thursday night, and the streets were busier -- with pedestrians, cars, buses, trucks, taxis, and police officers -- than anything I've ever seen here in my west-coast backwater, or even in London or Moscow. The sidewalks were packed. The cars were honking constantly. Cops said "move along!" Yow.
  • Most of the stereotypes are true, but they tell little of the story. The buildings are massive and tall. The cab rides are stomach-churning. People are generally better dressed than in most cities, and there seems to be an equal number of overweight balding men who ought to be named Lenny, even if they aren't, and overly made-up women in fur coats walking very small dogs. You get jostled a lot, but people aren't really that rude in general. There are random sewery smells. Delis and ridiculously expensive restaurants sit cheek by jowl. Most things cost too much.
  • Walking around Midtown, we constantly stumbled across famous places we'd heard about all our lives. "Oh look, there's Saks Fifth Avenue!" Or Bloomingdale's. Rockefeller Center. The Empire State Building. Central Park. The Chrysler Building. Grand Central Station. Macy's. Times Square. Park Avenue. Madison Avenue. Broadway. 42nd Street. And we never even got far enough south to see the World Trade Center, the Brooklyn Bridge, or the Statue of Liberty. We made it as far north as 81st Street in the Upper East Side, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
  • For a city that is, on average, colder in the winter than Vancouver, people seem remarkably ill-adapted to the chill. Many people wore a lot more warm clothes than we did, and buildings were often overheated, so that coming in from the minus-5 (Celsius) air outside was like stepping into a sauna.
  • The food is consistently good, from the smallest corner deli to real sit-down restauarants. Oddly, the many bars and other drinking holes are extraordinarily poorly lit. Several times, I passed by a place on Thursday night and thought it was closed. Peering through the window, I saw it was packed with people standing, talking, and drinking in the half-light. Strange.
  • Other than the many famous places listed above, shopping is unremarkable, because NYC is populated with the same stores as everywhere else, from the Gap to Starbucks. In other words, I could buy most of the same stuff at home, cheaper. So I didn't buy anything except a New York logo touque (or, as they call it, a "hat").
  • Because of the high density, the repetition of stores is remarkable. In Midtown at least, there's a McDonald's, Duane-Reade pharmacy, packed-to-the-walls electronic store, T.G.I. Friday's, Tad's Steakhouse, or -- yes -- Starbucks on almost every block.
  • There are no back alleys or single-storey structures, in general. Each city block is a solid mass of buildings flush with the sidewalk, sometimes many, sometimes one huge monolith. This time of year, many are decorated for Christmas, and it's simultaneously quite pretty and imposing.
  • Even in polyglot Vancouver, I've never heard so many languages spoken or seen such a variety of faces in such a short time.
I can see how someone living in New York, with its pace and variety, might find everywhere else a bit dull. But Vancouver is my home, and it is beautiful, especially on a day like today, with the sun shining and snow fresh on the mountains.
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Journal: News & Comment

This is "Penmachine.com: February 2001," a page that archives an entire month's entries from my online journal. The latest material for that month is at the top. For my newest entries, visit the home page.
Wednesday, February 28, 2001 - newest items first
# 1:44:00 PM:

Hey now, shakey shakey!

This morning we had an earthquake here in Vancouver. It wasn't major, but apparently measured 6.8 on the Richter scale. It was centred about 17 km northeast of Olympia, Washington, south of Seattle and a few hundred kilometres south of here.
In Seattle, some buildings suffered significant damage. Bill Gates had a speech interrupted (there's video on the Web).
Here in my basement office, the walls swayed, doors rattled, and I found myself feeling a cold dread. I stood in a doorway for a moment until the tremor passed, then tried calling my parents' house next door to see how my two kids were doing -- but the phones were out. So I walked next door instead. About 20 minutes later my wife called me -- which let me know the phones were back on. It's the first quake I can remember feeling so strongly since the 1970s.
A couple of weeks ago there was a similar quake in Haida Gwaii, the Queen Charlotte Islands north of here. We live in an active tectonic zone. And it's good to be reminded of that every once in a while.
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Tuesday, February 20, 2001 - newest items first
# 10:20:00 AM:

What makes a good day?

Yesterday, my friend  Alistair wondered why he felt so good -- after all, he'd just been told that he needed rather extensive root canal work on his teeth. But it was a sunny day, and he speculated that he must be in denial.
Today is also sunny -- remarkably pleasant for February in Vancouver -- but my day started off poorly. Shortly after my wife left for work at 7:30, the mild cough I had last night rapidly and inexplicably became nausea and weakness. For the next two hours I gently fought off my daughters, who wanted to play, while I lay on the couch.
Then, just as I'd dragged myself to the kitchen to make breakfast, I felt fine again. And now, as long as I feel better from now on than I did this morning, it will be a good day.
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Monday, February 19, 2001 - newest items first
# 9:15:00 AM:

Come on in my kitchen

Adam and Tonya Engst live in the Seattle area with their son Tristan. They publish the venerable e-mail magazine TidBITS, in which they have often discussed the usefulness of having a computer in their kitchen.
From the earliest days of personal computers, people have speculated about putting them in kitchens, but for some reason the most common proposal was to have them serve up recipes -- something for which traditional index cards and cookbooks are far more suitable, as any cook knows. (You can drip gravy on a cookbook without worrying about blowing it up, for instance.)
More recently, a spate of "Internet appliances," many with flat touch screens and no keyboards, and even Internet refrigerators, have appeared. For the most part, they cost too much.
Yesterday, I connected the last piece in the puzzle of our own kitchen Internet appliance. It comprises my old pizza-box style Macintosh Centris 660AV ($3000 when I bought in it 1993, but worth a small fraction of that now), an NEC 14" monitor I picked up for $10 at a huge computer yard sale a few months back, a 630 MB external hard drive the size (and weight) of a cinder block, two small Logitech speakers, Apple's smallest-ever keyboard (the Apple IIgs keyboard, which also works on Macs), and a one-button Kensington mouse. Oh, and a Winnie-the-Pooh mouse pad.
The puzzle piece I finished yesterday was the most awkward bit: drilling a hole in the kitchen ceiling so I could run a network cable through our attic crawlspace and down through the ceiling in my youngest daughter's bedroom closet, where it hooks into the Ethernet hub I have connected to my ADSL Internet connection.
I'm now writing this using an old copy of Netscape Navigator on the kitchen computer, while my daughters watch Rolie Polie Olie in the living room. It beats having to trek downstairs to my office. I might even get some work done here.
But, given that my one-year-old just walked up holding a roll of bathroom tissue and growling like a bear, I doubt it.
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Sunday, February 18, 2001 - newest items first
# 11:59:00 PM:

Have a banana

I've never liked acronyms, especially those used as heavy-handed jargon whose only purpose seems to be to exclude people who don't understand it.
Even so, sometimes acronyms are both useful and funny. The one I discovered most recently (though it has apparently been around for some time) is closely related to NIMBY, "not in my back yard": it is BANANA, "build absolutely nothing anywhere near anyone" (or "anything" in some variants).
While searching for BANANA on the Web, I found a list from the University of Washington that includes a few more land-use terms:
  • BANANA =Build Absolutely Nothing Anywhere Near Anything
  • LULU = Locally Undesirable Land Use
  • NIABY = Not in Anyone's Back Yard
  • NIMBY = Not in My Back Yard
  • NIMTOO or NIMTOF = Not in My Term of Office
  • NOPE = Not on Planet Earth
  • SLAPPs = Strategic Lawsuits against Public Participation
  • TOADS = Temporarily Obsolete Abandoned Derelict Sites
  • YIMBY = Yes in My Back Yard
My back yard isn't much for building -- it's pretty much a narrow slab of concrete.
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Friday, February 16, 2001 - newest items first
# 10:35:00 PM:

Contractor life: the paying waiting room

I'm now officially self-employed, working on technical writing contracts for two high-tech companies in the Vancouver area. Although I've done that sort of work on the side for nearly a decade now, on and off, I now depend on it for my livelihood. (It helps, of course, that my wife is a math teacher -- as close to a guaranteed lifetime job as it gets these days.)
So today I went to a local medical lab for some regular blood tests. A number of people waited ahead of me. It was busy. I sat down with a sheaf of reading and proceeded to teach myself about cellular digital packet data (CDPD), a method of transmitting and receiving data using a wireless modem (often attached to a laptop computer) through the analog cellular phone network -- essentially worming the data packets into the blank spaces between voice cellular calls.
I knew next to nothing about CDPD or any other mobile wireless networking technology before I started the editing contract, but there I was, waiting in the medical lab foyer, making notes on the printouts and charging billable time while doing it. I've never been paid to wait for a medical procedure before.
If you're interested in wireless communications -- or telecommunications in general -- I'd highly recommend the book The Race for Bandwidth by the late Cary Lu (Microsoft Press, 1998). It's a great introduction to the subject, whether you're technically minded or not.
Finally, as a bit of trivia, today (February 16) is the forty-second anniversary of the day Fidel Castrotook power in Cuba. Those U.S. sanctions are sure working well, aren't they?
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Thursday, February 15, 2001 - newest items first
# 2:36:00 PM:

Happy day-after-your-birthday

A nasty Internet semi-outage prevented me from posting this yesterday, but February 14 is notable in my life not just for Valentine's Day, but because it is my older daughter's birthday. She turned three yesterday. We had some cake and she got a few presents, including a Fisher-Price dollhouse she seems to love.
Oddly, February 14 is also the birthday of my Aunt Erika and John de Castell, a Montreal city councillor who is also the brother of my former roommate and current guitar player, Sebastien. Others with the same birthday include Meg Tilly and Gregory Hines; the late John Barrymore, Vic Morrow, and Jack Benny; and the presumably late Jimmy Hoffa.
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Monday, February 12, 2001 - newest items first
# 9:17:00 PM:

The network comes through

Less than two weeks ago, I lost my job and almost immediately sent out an e-mail to my entire network of friends and acquaintances.
Quick responses from a few people helped lead me to two contracts -- with Sierra Wireless in Richmond, B.C. (still in negotiations), and Stargate Connections in Burnaby (already underway) -- which should keep me happily working for some time. I have a line on a few other projects too, if I have time to do them.
So, thanks everyone. I didn't expect things to recover so quickly. As a proper writer would say, "it's whom you know, after all."
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Sunday, February 11, 2001 - newest items first
# 1:54:00 PM:

Site changes

I've slightly redesigned how this site looks and how the navigation works. I hope it's a bit easier to use now, and works better in its AvantGo handheld edition.
I'll be making some further tweaks to the content and design over time. I welcome suggestions.
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Thursday, February 08, 2001 - newest items first
# 11:10:00 AM:

Not young, not old, but nostalgic anyway

I reminisce frequently on this page, because I'm at that stable-ish early-thirties stage where life is often routine (care for the kids, save for a house, watch TV with my wife), and memories of my late teens and early twenties seem charged with danger and excitement -- even if they were dominated by late-night trips to  Denny's.
Last night I had a reminisce-o-fest at the  Jolly Taxpayer pub with four old computer-geek friends of mine, known fifteen years ago by their online pseudonyms  Bike Repair Man,  El Loco,  The Unbeliever, and Beelzebub. (I was The Grodd.)
Other than The Unbeliever, who is a consulting archaeologist (and a collector of Macintosh computers), we all work in computing and technology. As we discussed the whereabouts of others from that era, we realized that most of them (about whom we know anything, at least) do too.
In the '80s, it wasn't cool to be a computer geek. Today it has a strange cachet -- and often some financial reward.
It beats the chess club, anyway.
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# 11:01:00 AM:

Losing job, part three: it's over!

Two days ago, I picked up my severance and vacation pay from Multiactive Software, which had laid off 38 of us (of some 190 in the U.S. and Canada, or about 20% of the staff) the previous Wednesday. It was the official end of my four and a half year working relationship with the company.
While there, I held five different jobs and sat at fifteen (yes, 15) different desks on three different floors. Only about ten people remain from when I started -- and at least two of those fired last week had been there longer than I had.
I had been planning on leaving anyway. I had been there too long (an eternity in high tech), and wasn't fond of the direction in which the  reorganized upper management was taking the company. So being laid off -- with the bigger severance, employment insurance eligibility, and nice reference letter -- was, on balance, beneficial.
The main difficulty is that I'd rather work only part time, since I take care of my daughters (ages three and one).
To that end, I had two meetings yesterday about technical and marketing writing contracts with  Sierra Wireless and  Stargate Connections. Things look pretty good only a week after I lost my job -- sure, I'd prefer something permanent part-time, but I won't turn down interesting work available to me now.
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Sunday, February 04, 2001 - newest items first
# 8:47:00 PM:

Bad fiction -- the easy way

Writers are always writing. That doesn't mean that we're always writing well, however.
Years ago, I used to write stories with other people, using online bulletin board systems (BBSs). Typically, the BBSs (a.k.a. boards) were microcomputers (Apple IIs or Commodore 64s) in someone's bedroom or closet, connected to a modem that let one person at a time dial in, read and write messages and e-mail, and so on. The boards had fanciful names -- in the case of our story-writing ones, The Crunchy Frog and The Twilight Zone.
The advantage of having only one person at a time dial in was that no two people could contribute to the story at the same time. That avoided confusion and chaos.
Since then, some of us have made other attempts to write chain stories on the Internet, but they never quite work the same way, because in order to avoid the confusion and chaos, the people who set them up have to impose an arbitrary order in which people write. Maybe someday soon we'll be able to set up something where anyone in the contributor list can write at any time, but no one else can write simultaneously, thus closely emulating the old BBS method.
Here is our latest attempt at an Internet chain story -- so far it's some sort of sci-fi thing. There is also an archive of a few of our ancient tales, some dating back to 1987.
Enjoy. Most of it is pretty cheesy.
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Friday, February 02, 2001 - newest items first
# 10:35:00 PM:

Losing job, step two

Here is Multiactive's official press release on its 38 layoffs of January 31, including mine. The other "restructuring" changes were already in place beforehand, but the company hadn't announced them.

Two days since the layoffs came, and today I signed my termination agreement -- now there's a lovely phrase -- and turned it in. My severance and (apparently rather massive) unused vacation payout should be ready on Monday or Tuesday.
In this brief time, I've gone from moderate surprise, to a weird giddiness, to bummed out, and now to optimistic anticipation of whatever comes next. It certainly helps that most of my computer geek friends from fifteen years ago are still part of my contact network. It looks like I may have an interview or two next week. With luck, I won't even have to try the more traditional job-hunting avenues.
In the meantime, I've bought some fine Newcastle Brown Ale, and I'll be revising this Web site over the next few days.
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