A much unanticipated update

Wow, it's been about eight years since I last posted. I now have several YouTube channels and several Twitter accounts. Neither of these were mainstream things when I was last active on this blog. 

I'm now a "technology" para-educator. I have been given the gift of sharing my technical experience with my students and fellow staff.

But enough about me, let's talk about what I want to talk about.

Twitter seems to have killed the RSS feed. I'm not sure when this actually happened, but it has definitely been a paradigm shift. Back in 2009 I remember having Twitter but not knowing how to use it. My RSS subscriptions, however, gave me everything I was interested in. 

What is funny is that most of the sites I followed now have Twitter accounts. Anyone can be on Twitter but not everyone has their own website. However, the majority of the Twitter accounts I follow now have their own websites. It seems to have flip-flopped.

It amazes me that a lot of these accounts will publish posts on their website but their readership depends on the sharing of their links on their Twitter account. In my opinion, Twitter has become a broken, less efficient version of RSS that allows for a brief post summary in addition to the blog link rather than just a post title and link.

A Long Overdue Update

WARNING: POSSIBLE OVER-USE OF PERENTHESIS (these things)

It has been some time since I last made a post to this blog, largely due to how interesting(crazy) the last three quarters of a year have been for us.  I was once told by a "mental health professional" that I had endured the three most stressful events a person usually goes through in the space of a year; getting a new job, getting married and having a child.  Plus we had bought a new car and a home. The last couple of years have given that time a run for its money. 

For those who aren't aware, or simply don't care to remember, two years ago we had moved to the beautiful(blah), vibrant(really windy) and culturally enhanced(almost everyone in or related to someone in the USAF) city(not really) of Great Falls(there aren't any falls anymore due to the dams), Montana(I actually loved living in Montana).

We were moved to Great Falls due to my wife's employer.  Our house wasn't really ready for sale so we(I) rented it out to a friend whom I believed to be reliable and have since discovered was not.  Luckily the second person I rented it to was vastly more mature and a very reliable tenant.  We were renting to them on a possible lease to own condition.

As most people who know me are aware of, I have been a stay at home dad since I left my 12 year job of working as a computer repair technician in 2009.  Since our youngest was ready to enter kindergarten while we were there it was time for me to look for a part time job.  Let me tell you, there is no shortage of people looking for part time jobs in a city which has a significant portion of its population military based.  After not hearing back from most jobs I applied for(which was very depressing) I finally landed a job as a teacher aide at my children's elementary school.  I loved that job.  I was really fond of the permanent registration on Balrog(my Suburban) too.

Oddly, my wife's employer decided it would be best for us to move back to Spokane, WA.  Ah, Washington.  The land of high minimum wage and proportionate over-taxing.  It kind of evens things out.  It cost us about $400 just to transfer vehicle titles and registrations.  Since our tenant was trying to buy our old house we lived at my parents' house for several months.  Unfortunately our renter was unable to buy our house in a suitable time frame and subsequently moved out and we moved back in this past August.  It's a strange feeling, saying goodbye to a home, thinking you'll never live there again, then moving back and some things are different because someone else had lived there and made some minor changes.

So that is basically where we are.  I'm looking for another part time job so I can still take care of the kids and try to pursue some creative endeavors.  Hopefully over the next few months as we settle in more and I can find some of my fun stuff that is still lost in packing boxes and get back into a few hobbies.  I have a corner of the basement configured as a workspace that I can use for some retro computer and AV projects but it's not quite there yet. 

If you've read this far, I'd like to both thank you and apologize.  If I had a budget for awards I would distribute them gladly.

Wow, lazy much? (a pathetic attempt to explain how I neglected my blog)

This has the potential of becoming a trend, my annual post about how I'm going to post more...  How does this happen?  How does something as simple as posting semi-regular blog entries slip through the cracks in my schedule?  Well, frankly, those cracks are kinda big.  Okay, to be honest, really freakin' big.

For most of 2012 I was kept pretty busy with mending fences (quite often) and minor automotive repairs (okay, once) and otherwise maintaining house and home while we lived in Great Falls, Montana.  Yes, I was a domestic technician, though from September of last year to February of this year I was employed as a Teacher Aide for Great Falls Public Schools at my kids' elementary school.  With Mrs. Astro Chicken being a professional in the retail sector and being exploited in the wonderful world of overworked and underpaid salary employees,  work, home and children kept me fairly busy, not to mention the hurried and scrambled mess of moving back to Spokane, Washington to keep her employment with the company.  Since moving back and not being employed as of yet, I'm finding myself with an abundance of free time.

So what's the deal?  I like to write.  I'm not too bad at it.  Sometimes I think I'm actually pretty good, occasionally, those times when I feel inspired and make the effort to fire up NeoOffice or open a browser and direct it to Blogger.  Yeah, I've been a bit lazy since the move back.  I felt like my back and knees were going to go on strike for a while, but that shouldn't have stopped me from writing.  It's a simple thing really, just a few clicks of the mouse, or lately, taps on a screen.  Since no one needs to be subjected to a deep self analysis by me, I'm choosing to blame my tablet.

The newest computer I have regular access to, I mean a traditional personal computer, is a 1.42GHz G4 Mac Mini.  Yep, we bought that baby refurbed direct from Apple just before they were switching to Intel.  Don't even get me started down that road.  It's a bumpy one full of potholes filled with diminishing Apple fandom, perhaps the subject of a future blog post, if I get around to it.  Anyway, as much as I like Safari, and it is a great browser, version 4.1.3 isn't really all that well equipped for modern web surfing.  Also, the kids are accustomed to playing on various learning websites they discover at school, so it was either use my G3 iBook with it's nice but limited 800 x 600 display and chain it to the wall with a power supply or find another alternative.  Enter the tablet.

Last year I considered myself fortunate enough to finally get an Android tablet.  Since I don't have a smartphone and wanted something that would kind of fit the same bill yet be a little bigger, I figured the 7 inch display would work really well, and it has.  But I'm not a touchscreen person, at least not when it comes to typing.  Oh, I can fling tweets like flapjacks off a griddle, but when it comes to really formulating thoughts into words, especially where more than 140 characters are allowed, I likes me a keyboard.  Don't get me wrong, I actually find myself trying to drag web pages using the mouse without the scroll bars, giving the page content a nice light blue highlight, but still, at heart, I miss my trackball most of the time.

The Blogger app for Android actually works really well for me, when I've used it, but there's something about typing on a touchscreen, for me, akin to driving over a spike strip.  It just isn't conducive to helping me retain my train of thought and, when that train derails, no amount of The Fugitive train jumping is going to help that conversation get back to where it was originally headed.  I love using my tablet for everything from checking email and tweeting to reading the news and watching Netflix and anything between, but I just need a tactile response that tells me I actually pushed a key.  It's similar to using the manual shifting feature on my wife's car.  I can bump the gears up or down, but it's just not the same as working the clutch and getting the satisfying feel of a manual transmission.

Do I ask for spousal permission to use some tax refund money and buy a new computer?  That would certainly help with my recent fondness of playing the DayZ mod for Arma II on my son's PC, but do I really need a new computer?  I'm really trying to employ the KISS principal as much as possible.  I've got my Raspberry Pi and a hip deep pile of retro-computing history to keep me satisfied with trips down nerd-stalgia lane, and I wouldn't mind a newer PC for doing some A/V projects I have in mind, but I really only need a computer that can handle composing email and writing, whether it be for my blog or more creative projects.

So what to do?  My tablet functions really well for watching Netflix and Youtube, shopping and casual web surfing.  As appealing as a new notebook sounds, it turns out my 366MHz Indigo iBook G3 with its 800 x 600 display, Airport card and an impressive 320MB of RAM running Mac OS X 10.4 actually works really well with Blogger and Appleworks 6, and while I could easily purchase a descent notebook for under $500, I can get a new battery from OtherWorld Computing for under $60.  Keep it simple, stupid...

Hold on, it'll come to me...

I've been thinking a lot lately.  I haven't really been thinking about anything of worldly importance, but thinking nonetheless.  This is a cyclical occurrence, by the way.  It doesn't follow any specific schedule, no truly predictable peaks and valleys on a perfectly crafted chart.  It just comes and goes.

Then I had this thought.  What if we only had a limited amount of resources for thought?  I'd be running out of CPU cycles long before my body reached its own limits and ceased to function.  I'm sure my autonomic functions would persist, but the rest of me would be a listless bag of meat and bones with an organic storage medium that had met its capacity with no room left to buffer or shift things around to make more efficient use of space.  That's a scary thought.

Imagine living in a world where we all know roughly how much free storage our brains had remaining, or at least had a way of guesstimating how much was left.  How many people would still go forward, eager to experience life to its fullest, knowing that at any point their capacity for retaining new knowledge could suddenly cease?  Would people be more careful about how much detail they exposed themselves to?  How would this effect the arts?  How many people would find themselves scrutinizing their choices for entertainment?  Would there be a home for people who can't take care of themselves because their brains are reliving seasons of Big Brother or Real Housewives?

I wonder how people would attempt to cope with this newly discovered reality.  Would people be trained at an early age how to filter input?  What do you remember and what do you forget?  Would there be people who, due to their self imposed criteria for data retention, simply choose to filter out color, brightness, or hue?  What about removing sounds from experiences all together?  Imagine a sector of the population that had been raised with a monochromatic filter, knowing only shades of gray and going to school to be mindless worker drones.  What about differences in tone?  Imagine the masses of people that avoid works of fiction, because it clogged the mind with artificial memories of events and places that never occurred.  I find that disturbing.

On the flip-side, though, if the human mind is able to delete items it sees as non-essential, I suppose that leaves a lot of wiggle room.  I'd like to think that all of those memory engrams are permanently stored, and that we just lose the little bits that tell which synapses to fire in order to follow the complex branches to reach minutiae like the color of the eyes of the checker at the grocery store, or that golden apple that is Junior's third word, rather than his first, which will hopefully always be a retrievable memory.

Well, screw it.  I'm just going to keep thinking.  I can't shut it off anyway.  Perhaps I have some sort of thought disorder.  Am I in a minority, a small percentage of people who are subject to thinking about things they don't want or need to?  I'm pretty sure most people I know just shift gears, but I find that difficult to do.  Hmm...  I should probably stop thinking about this so I can think of something else to post later.

If you have your own thought about this, or thoughts if you are more daring, feel free to share in the comments, even if it's just to tell me how crazy you think I am or to offer your mental health services.  Again, it's all just my random thoughts.

It's been a while...

Well, it certainly has been a while since I last made a blog entry.  Life is very full of, um, stuff right now.  I am hoping to start making more posts in the near future.  Since I have some varied interests, I've started a couple of other blogs.  None of them have any entries yet, but I am hoping to use them for more specific topics of discussion, mainly a retro-computing blog and one for traditional gaming, maybe some boardgames, but more of a focus on pencil and paper RPGs.  I'll still be using this blog for general topics, but anything in those areas of discussion will be on their own just to keep things less crowded.  So keep an eye out as I will be tweeting posts as they happen.  Oh, and one last thing, I'm going to be using my tablet to post from time to time, like right now, so please forgive any crude formatting or touch screen typos.  The Blogger app for Android is convenient, but not great. 

For now though, I need to get back to looking for a job and making sure the house is kept up.  You may now return to more interesting pursuits.

Happy Fat Tuesday!

In honor of Fat Tuesday, and since we will be fasting tomorrow for Ash Wednesday, tonight's dinner is what I am calling Joe-balaya. I don't use recipes and this is completely from scratch, so I'm hoping it turns out well. It's got clams, shrimp, sausage, tomatoes, peppers, chili powder, rice, kidney beans, black beans and some Louisiana hot sauce for kick. I have to keep it pretty mild for the rest of the family, so I'll be doctoring my bowl to taste. Happy Fat Tuesday!

Rant from the house of the sick...

I'm pretty sure Montana is a hot bed for strange germ mutations or something.  The kids have all been on a sickness rotation since we moved here and it doesn't seem to be letting up.  Some say it's the altitude, some say the wind, but I'm almost paranoid enough to believe in a government conspiracy theory.

In the four months we've been here we've had probably about four weeks of school missed between two kids.  That's not good.  Most of it is just cold symptoms.  Some of it may be psychological, just a case of the kids getting used to a new environment, but last week was serious.  Two ruptured eardrums in the same week!  First our fourteen year old had a ruptured eardrum last Monday, then his four year old brother had a ruptured eardrum in the same ear on Friday.  While at the ER, my wife was told that they have seen quite a few ruptured eardrums in the last couple of months.  What is going on here?  Is there some mutant strain of germs that is rampaging through Great Falls, MT?  Our oldest is no stranger to ear infections as he got them somewhat often as a little one, and the doctor at the time said it was probably better to let it heal on it's own as he hadn't been exposed to antibiotics yet, and he never had a ruptured eardrum then.  So what is happening here?  Is it the fluctuating weather?  The wind?  The elevation?  Whatever it is, it can leave us alone.  We've had more than our fair share.

And my next question is why can't antibiotics be purchased over the counter?  I would assume most of us are only going to buy them if we are familiar with the symptoms of an infection.  Why are they treated on par with narcotics?  Is there some nefarious way to misuse antibiotics that I am unaware of?  Do weird people take them for the diarrhea rush they can potentially cause?  Are they a popular recreational drug among the colitis crowd?  I have a sinus infection right now.  I haven't gone to the doctor because I know how my body reacts.  It hurts.  My sinuses fill, creating tremendous pressure.  So I usually take something like ibuprofen for pain and swelling and something else to help my sinuses drain.  It's effective somewhat long term, but I think it would probably be a bit easier if I could just throw some antibiotics at it, but I tend to avoid going to the doctor unless I have to.  Most of my immediate family is prone to sinus infections.  I've grown up dealing with this.  Why do I need to pay a co-pay for insurance, plus my deductible, just so a doctor can confirm what I said when I went in and write me a prescription?

The healthcare system in the US is obviously not efficient.  I don't need all my favorite drugs available over the counter, but I would like to avoid having to go to urgent care in order to get medication I know I need.  Why isn't there a more immediate level of healthcare that we can have access to?  The health care laws passed requiring all of us to buy health insurance is a joke.  Perhaps some of our tax money could go instead to immediate care facilities that can confirm the more simple ailments and dispense medications for them.  I don't want a free clinic necessarily, but why can't a nurse practitioner who works at the pharmacy swab someone's throat to test for strep or give me antibiotics for my sinus infection or dispense drops for my child's pink-eye?  All of these are pretty minor ailments that if we could avoid an $85-$115 office visit would make life a little less complex.  I'll quit whining now and get back to blowing my nose.