Found another treasure trove.

I’ve been sorting and tossing stuff, (Not nearly enough as I should have been,) my progress has been, umm… Uneven.

I’m putting that politely.

Part of the issue is that a lot of the stuff is Jerry’s, some of it is mine, and some of it is Pre-Fire. The latter is stuff that I had no idea still existed, and that I’d written off in the weeks following the fire because… it was easier to erase everything from my memory rather than be frustrated by looking for something I thought I had, only to remember it was one of a thousand things I’d lost.

Nonetheless, every once in a while amidst all the papers, statements, and partially melted items, stuffed in dusty boxes some of which had been inhabited by mice while everything was stored in a storage unit, I’ll find something of interest.

Yes, I’m wearing gloves, and a mask, and trying very hard not to create a dust cloud of ash and soot.

Items of recent interest happened to be a large spindle of CDs and DVD that contained data.

In the fire, all of my computers were destroyed. With them, all of my data, photos and music. My CD collection was slagged, as were most of the DVDs when the living room burned.

After the fire, I was able to pull a bunch of my music collection off an iPod. It too had been damaged, but the drive spun up long enough to recover the music that had been stored on it.

However almost anything pre 2008 was lost. The spindle is of particular interest because it looked like some of the CD’s contained photos. Several of the photo CDs were damaged beyond recovery. But those that did mount properly, allowed me to fill in missing years of memories from our life together.

Some of the photos are bittersweet and more than once I’ve been misty eyed. We were so young, so hopeful and looking back despite everything we went through, we had a good life together.

Further into the spindle, I found 5 DVDs. On those, I found my music library. It appears that I’d made a backup in 2004. In those days you had to purchase the physical CD then plug it into the CD on your computer and let iTunes rip the files processing them into MP3 or the later M4a formats.

Since money was always tight, I didn’t spend a ton of our budget on music, but generally speaking, the music I had was stuff I really enjoyed.

The loss of my CD & DVD collection was one of the things that hurt the most. 

Finding these discs was kind of a whooping & hollering moment. I’ve never fully replaced my collection, because I didn’t remember all the CDs in the collection, and had nothing to work from except seeing a title in a store I recognized. As streaming came into its own, I’ve replaced some albums by searching for a bit of music in iTunes that I suddenly recalled. The problem with that is, if I ever choose to stop paying for iTunes, I’ll loose access to those albums because I’ve never bought the albums, instead I’m essentially renting access to them.

All the DVDs mounted. I now have 19GB of recovered music.

Now the job is to reintegrate my original collection into my current music library avoiding duplications, and preserving the higher quality versions. From what I’ve seen, at least part of the collection I’d updated to m4a from mp3.

Given hard disk constraints (and expense) in the early 2000’s there are few really high quality aiff format files. That being said, since I’m not an audiophile the m4a format plays just fine on wireless speakers. If I was after a totally “Lossless” experience for a particular album, the only way to go is with vinyl or some form of original master. 

Apple offers a “lossless” experience via headphones or hardline speaker connection via either their internal DAC or one that is externally connected.

Honestly, that’s overkill for a heathen like me.

The discs that didn’t mount all go into the trash. Those from which I’ve managed to recover data will be stored on a new spindle and put away in the event that I need them again. 

The box they’re stored in will be properly labeled this time.

When I find things like this, I can’t wait to find out what’s stored, or if it’s recoverable. 

In other words, it’s a distraction. I delude myself into believing that I need to review the materials, instead of continuing the sorting and tossing. After all if discs don’t mount or work properly then I can in clear conscience throw them away…

Same reasoning I used as a kid when I didn’t want to clean my room…

Am I getting old and crotchety?

I hate Memorial Day.

That’s not actually true. I hate Memorial Day weekend. All the yard sales draw people into the neighborhood. Even that isn’t a big deal, but the sheer numbers of people are a nuisance.

It’s hard to walk the dog. People aren’t paying attention to the road while they’re driving. They’re looking for signs, and at the goods splayed out in presentations on front lawns, driveways, and inside garages.

Which means they’re driving poorly in the first place, and thankfully slowly for the most part. Where this becomes an issue is if you’re trying to cross a street with a pup that loves everyone and is equally intrigued by all the nifty colorful stuff being displayed.

God help you if someone is selling dog toys!

In short there’s chaos. People parking in the streets, others trying to go about their business and attempting to navigate around various cars and people wandering around like they’re at a mall.

Walking a dog in all of this is a pain. What’s worse is that there are traffic jams and at every street crossing the wait for a break in traffic is a long one.

So it’s with blazing sun and an impatient pup that you wait, and wait, and wait before it’s safe to cross.

That’s annoying. 

Add to that a neighbor across the street screaming and cursing about dogs in the neighborhood doing their jobs; barking at strangers and thinking they’re protecting their owner’s homes or possessions which from their perspective are inexplicably on the front lawn. My stress level starts climbing and I realize I don’t want another summer of this guy adding to the noise.

Several months ago, the crazy lady was apparently hauled off to the booby hatch. Approximately a month prior to that, all of the 20+ Chihuahuas she was keeping were sent to good homes, or the pound. The limit is 4 dogs per household how the hell she had 20+ dogs is beyond me. Well, not entirely. She refused to have any of them fixed. So reproduction being what it is…

It does explain why the dogs exhibited pack behavior and why they were so damn loud all the time.

For a blissful few months, there was no cacophony of noise coming from her place. A new neighbor moved in with 2 huskies who “sing” the world into existence about 7:30am. Sometimes Jesse joins in the chorus for one or two howls, then he’s bored and comes in to check on me.

Lately, he just ignores their morning serenade.

For the last two weeks a next door neighbor has been host to a lady friend and what I presume to be her daughter. That’s his business and I certainly don’t care. Except that the daughter isn’t all there.

Oddly she exhibits the same behavior that “Crazy Pants” across the street did. Equally strange is that her voice is almost exactly a match for “Crazy Pants”.

The voice alone is triggering, but now that voice and nonsensical sounds, singing, yelling, screaming, chittering like a monkey, and all the rest, sounds like she’s in my damn living room.

Even Jesse has taken to laying in the front bedroom just to be as far away from the source of the sound as possible.

Why do these people have only one volume? Loud! This defective human must be seen, and acknowledged otherwise she raises her voice to impossible levels until she is acknowledged. It’s tiresome, and while you’d think, “just be nice,” that’s never enough.

She must be spoken to, and you know what? Sometimes I don’t feel like having an inane conversation first thing in the morning. I sure as hell don’t want to have the same conversation each and every time I set foot on the back deck.

I’m becoming that old guy that is grumpy all the damn time. I’m fighting it, but it’s a losing battle.

For the past week I’ve been working on coursework to obtain a certification in a bid to make me more marketable to potential employers. It’s not been that difficult but it does require concentration.

Especially since midway through the course the bit of software I was learning was so dissimilar from the course materials being presented, that each lab required 20 minutes of hunting and pecking to find the control element the course material said I should see on a particular page. The software in question has changed radically since the course work was developed.

As you might imagine this added a level of frustration. To make matters worse, the differences multiplied three fold by the time I got to the end of the course.

The end was in sight, and the certificate was just out of reach.The first three modules, I scored between 93 and 100 on the module exam. By the fourth and final exam, I scored an 88. DAMN!!!!!

Starting to see the problem? My general frustration level was increasing on a number of fronts at the same time. 

There are a couple more certifications I want to get including one from an international organization for testing professionals. That’s a $250 course and I think I’m going to need absolute concentration to learn the material and pass that final.

Thankfully, I didn’t start that one at the same time because the random screams and badly imitated birdcalls apparently coming from my living room would certainly have annoyed me to the point of becoming a real asshole!

Yesterday evening, I literally couldn’t watch a movie without having the volume at “Sonic Boom” levels. Since the movie had gunfire and explosions the situation was untenable, even with the doors and windows closed. So I gave up and spent more time “exploring” the piece of software that has been giving me difficulty, outside the coursework assignments.

To add another cramp in my style: I like working on the deck in the early morning. It’s quite nice to enjoy the morning cool, with a cup of coffee, my computer, the birds singing in the trees, and my dog watching the world while curled up at my feet. He likes the morning “watch” and really likes our time together in the morning sun.

Right up until “HELLO SIR! HELLO SIR! UH HELLO SIR!!!!” The last, at a level that rivals a Saturn rocket taking off.

I feel like MurderBot. My internal dialogue is something like, “Maybe if I don’t answer she’ll go away. Uhhh nope, she really feels if she talks others are obligated to respond. Can’t she see that I’m working? Why can’t she leave me alone? What would she do if I was mute? I need to go check the perimeter. I wonder if she would leave me alone if I was wearing a set of obvious headphones? Maybe a bright shiny set of AirPod Max headphones…

At least I’m a sir. It’s at this point we exchange pseudo pleasantries and I move inside to continue working undisturbed. Jesse follows me in then lays down with a heavy sigh.

I guess my annoyance stems from the fact that I don’t like someone forcing me into a position where their sense of importance is predicated on my responding to them whether I give a shit about them or not.

Perhaps this is why I loathe the TQIA2S+ abc∏ part of the LGB community. I don’t care if they exist or not. I shouldn’t be forced to validate them.

I completed the course. I got the certificate and it is now listed on my resume and the linked in account for what that’s worth.

All of this leads to a question about the viability of remote work here at the house. I can’t be in a conference call with obscenities and fake whippoorwill bird calls punctuated with screaming.

Remote work will likely involve a lot of conference calls and video chat time. How can I explain it’s nothing, when those sounds will appear to be coming from inside my house?

Which leads me back to the whole issue of being subjugated in my own space by the vagaries of others who have no self control, common sense, or respect for their fellow humans.

That leads me back to being grumpy.

Hopefully, the neighbors lady friend and her defective offspring will be leaving soon. I rather suspect that the next door neighbor is finding this tiresome too.

He’s a voice actor who works from his home. He has a nice studio setup inside the house, but even his soundproofing probably can’t cut out all the noise from his back yard. If he starts missing deadlines due to retakes, he may decide the price is too high.

Am I a bad person for wanting peace and quiet? Has my neighborhood become like the apartment complex I lived in down in Escondido? I don’t have gunshots ringing out 2 blocks over on weekends when rival gangs went to war with each other… yet. But certainly things appear to be going south here in my little mountain community.

If I’m going to have to put up with incessant noise, what’s the point of living here? An apartment in Wyoming, Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, or three blocks from my mother and stepfather in Florida would do just as well. A perk is that I could call the landlord when something broke.

I find myself wondering if I’m crazy, just grumpy, suffering from over sensitivity, or are these things that annoy the shit out of me actually valid.

It’s time for bed. I’m exhausted. Once agin, the dog is right.

Tomorrow, I’ll send out the new resume and wait to see if this improves my responses.

While I’m waiting for the rest of the Memorial Day weekend to come to a close, I’ll clean and toss more stuff. 

Remember Memorial Day isn’t about sales, or garage sales. It’s about remembering and appreciating all those who didn’t come home and who believed that fighting for our ability to have a BBQ and shop in peace and freedom was worth their lives.

I guess compared to their sacrifice, my bitching is insignificant.

Hug a soldier and have a nice few days.

Apple has a new Pride Watchband. Ughh!

It’s well renown that Apple has always been a company that embraced the LGB community. There’s a reason, that back in the day, going into a gay bar was almost like going into an iPhone store display.

Over the years, I’ve looked with amusement and occasional interest at the Apple “Pride” Wallpapers. When the Apple Watch became available, I took interest in  their watch faces and matching bands. I think I may own one of their so called “Pride” bands.

That being said, there were very few of these bands that I liked.

If the photos do it justice, this year’s offering is abysmal. It really looks like someone just “Phoned it in.” There’s no grace, charm, or elegance.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. Apple claims it was based on whatever vomitious iteration of the so called “Pride Flag” is in vogue now. 

Gay flag 2662347892.I’ve come to see the current banner of the LGBTQIA+xyz not as a “Pride Flag” but as a “Shame” flag.

A flag with which, I want no association, and feel no kinship. Today’s flag represents the commandeering of an entire community and the bastardization of what was once something that brightened the fronts of establishments.

The old flag was a simple rainbow, bright happy colors that made folks smile because they echoed the beauty of an actual rainbow. Some religious fundamentalists (primarily those who hated gay people for existing at all,) were offended, but generally, folks could look at a rainbow flag and smile despite their personal beliefs.

The flag of today appears as conflicted as the LGBTQIA+xyz community it represents. There is one mathematical view that the new flag accurately represents the TQIA+xyz agenda. If you look at the black stripe as the mathematical symbol “Greater Than” what you see is

TQIA+xyz > LGB

With each additional group that is added on the left side of the black stripe, more of the original rainbow representing the LGB part of the community is occluded.

3edef965 b1a6 4ecd 8407 99ca1ae8cf52 shutterstock 1106302064 15481563.Fully 1/3 of the rainbow is now occupied by the TQIA+xyz representation. If this progression continues, the rainbow itself will be gone entirely in another few years.

I can’t help but see this when I look as today’s so-called “Pride” flag. I see it as a warning, a “We’re coming for you,” message.

Even the color palette is discordant. Pastels overlaid on primary colors simply don’t look right.

In that, perhaps the new “Pride” flag is honest in its representation of the TQIA+xyz agenda, and what is being done to the community at large. What’s left of the old community, that is.

The other problem with the new flag is how nationalistic it appears. It reminds me of flags which in the past have symbolized oppression. There’s perhaps some truth to that as well, given the manner in which more conservative LGB folks are treated by the vocal “Inclusive” TQIA+xyz elements these days.

MFFP4ref AV1.I’d have hated to be the poor schmuck that was called upon to design Apple’s new watchband and wallpapers. 

Going into it they had to know that if they applied real artistic values, the design would be rejected. Had they used the flag’s color palette to make something interesting and beautiful, they’d probably have been accused of not “Properly” representing all the groups equally.

So I suppose they had no choice but to “Phone it in”. Their design constraints probably demanded equal volume of colors and thereby equal representation.

What they came up with, just looks too “busy” and very distracting.

I am grateful to Apple for trying. I’m also grateful for the reminder that June “Pride” will soon be upon us. For me this means that If I want to have dinner & drinks with any LGB friends in Palm Springs, I’d better do it soon. Otherwise we’ll be into July with the blistering heat pounding down on us. As more moderate, bordering on conservative gay men, we’re tolerated. But during Pride Month in Palm Springs it’s simply not a pleasant place to be.

First yard work of the season.

Yes, it’s spring, and has been for a while, but up here, one day it’s freezing, the next you’re in shorts.

I typically leave the plants alone, even those we think of as weeds during this time of the year. My run of thumb is, “If it blooms, I’ll leave it so the bees have something to eat.”

The down side is that next season, there might be more weeds. The up side is that I’ve found a lot more native plants in this area have some of the nicest little blooms. Many are short lived, but they’re really neat. The bees like them, and that makes me smile.

It’s no skin off my nose to leave things be, until after the blooms are done. This year because of the wild variations in temp the normal Spring progression has been very weird.

For example, the mountain lilac is in full bloom and fragrant but there are definitely not the normal number of bees. Normally there would be a constant hum within the lilacs but not this year. I think the cold snaps may have harmed some of the local bee colonies. 

Then there’s the other possibility. Someone in the neighborhood poisoned the hell out of their yard which killed off the colonies. I hope the latter isn’t true but it’s an unfortunate likelihood.

Nonetheless, I’ll continue to provide a safe place where there are no pesticides.

That being said, yesterday, I was outside with the weed whacker and cut down the taller native plants whose flowering cycle was done. Most of the work was in the back yard. There are some plants that get tall and provide cover for snakes.

That is a problem because the dog has the run of the back yard and the last thing I need, is him scaring or harassing a rattlesnake. The dog is fast and agile, but I don’t know if he’d be able to avoid the strike much less understand the danger. Sometimes, he’s not the brightest bulb in the pack.

Case in point, here’s a picture of a poor snake we encountered on our walk a couple of days ago. This snake is in “Stick Mode”, because Jesse came round a corner on the trail and completely missed that it was there. Jesse never broke stride and walked right over the poor thing. Exposed like it was, the snake decided to be a “stick”.  This guy was maybe 2 feet long and isn’t poisonous but could just as easily been a rattler.

Today, my arms are rubber, and my shoulders, chest and back are a bit sore.

I could use a massage!

I have a love / hate relationship with the yard work, I mostly enjoy doing it but as I’m getting older, it takes more out of me and longer to fully recover.

I did the yard stuff after our usual walk. So I got my steps in, and was outside for a few hours. It wasn’t until after I came in that I remembered I’d been outside without my hat. On the plus side I remembered to put my gloves and eye protection on before I started working in the yard.

Often the first few times I work outside in the Spring, I’ll forget gloves or eye protection and only remember after something has been kicked up in my face, or I look down and notice I’m dripping blood from a cut on my hand or something. 

This time, I just ended up with a bunch of plant debris in my hair and down my shirt.

When I was done in the front yard. I was just about to go inside and let the breeze carry the clippings away. (There wasn’t much to speak of.) Then I remembered the neighbor across the street who loses his mind if anyone uses a leaf blower in their yard.

I still had 25% charge in the battery. So, for the sake of being a bastard, I pulled the battery from the weed whacker & put it in the leaf blower. That gave me 30 satisfying minutes of driveway and step cleaning, with the neighbor screaming about this not being a parking lot and how it disturbs his sleep, and the usual staccato of obscenities.

I was vaguely aware of his complaints, but I couldn’t quite hear him over the music I was listening to via my AirPods. 

The two huskies across the street had been quiet throughout my working in the yard. They watched quietly and didn’t make a peep even while I began running the leaf blower. When the idiot started shouting and complaining from behind his screen door. They trotted over to their fence facing him, and began to howl as only two huskies can do.

When the battery on the blower died, I went inside for a nice glass of tea.

The huskies continued howling in his general direction for another 5 minutes or so. I must remember to take them some treats!

Have a lovely Sunday.

I suppose he rallied for one last Easter

Pope Francis died.

I’m sorry to hear that. I disagreed with a whole lot of his opinions. I thought that he was too liberal and extended the olive branch too freely to people who would seen the church and western civilization in flames.

But he was a holy man.

Holy Men see the best in everyone and believe that goodness and decency will win out in the hearts of even their enemies.

Sometimes they’re right.

Since I’m not Catholic I have no place to express my opinion about Papal Edicts or the direction Pope Francis was taking the church.

A few weeks ago, I thought Pope Francis was on his way out. He spent a lot of time in the hospital. Then the Vatican said he was recovering. He was seeing people, and offered blessings at the Easter Mass. I truly thought he was going to hang around for another few years.

Even if I disagreed with him, even though I’m not Catholic, the Pope is a constant in my life and to some extent I look to the Pope, and others, for generalized moral standards.

I’m sorry Pope Francis is dead.

I think it speaks to his strength of will, or his faith, perhaps both, that he apparently pushed to make one more Easter Mass.

Sleep well Francis…