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June 29, 2009

Kiribati

  Bernie Madoff was ordered to forfeit $171 billion in a recent ruling.  In case you haven't counted the zeroes, that's a lot of money.  It is close the the GDP of Israel, for example, and larger than the GDP of Egypt, New Zealand and Iraq.  It is, in fact, larger than the combined GDP of all the countries listed to the left.

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I was a little weirded out hearing that Michael died a few days after posting a video of him. 

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I'm picking up Der at the airport later today, so that he can rest up for his next fabulous trip.  The next one (fresh on the proverbial heels of his Spanish/Provence adventure) will be an extended hitchhike with Max down Pacific Coast Highway.  They became consummate Freegans on their "around the States" trip last summer, so I expect this trip will be less expensive than one would expect.  Also, there's my parents and my siblings to mooch off visit, not to mention a stay at Lin and Roy's ranchette in Arroyo Grande.  Sweet Junie has helpfully composed a list of household projects for Der, which should contribute to topping off his trip fund.  Looking at the list (it's on the fridge, under the ancient tropical fish magnet), better he than I, I'm thinking.

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I tried Tuscan Grilled Chicken from Cook's Illustrated last night.  The one where you cut through the backbone of a whole fryer (mine was a 2-pound RedBird), flatten it out, marinate in olive oil and herbs, and BBQ under a brick.  I didn't have a brick so I used this heavy aluminum dutch oven, which wasn't heavy enough, so I filled it with about a third of the coins from my giant change jar.  Which I should take to a bank as soon as I can find one that has a coin counter.  I'll be damned if I'll pay CoinStar 8% to count it.

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I think magazines have taken over my life.  Between Atlantic, Harper's, SciAm, Architectural Digest, Wine Spectator, Cook's Illustrated, Money, Business Week, Wired, Rolling Stone, Time, The Economist, 3 poetry mags, and 3 literary journals, it's beginning to feel more like a job than an enjoyment.

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I finally figured out how to take a picture with my little red Juke.  Actually, I had taken exactly one picture before of Sweet Junie, so I could have some pretty screen wallpaper.  I was helping out at the annual bash for the Boulder County Arts Alliance, when I realized that I really needed to shoot some of the fabulousity of it all, and there was the little red Juke in my front jeans pocket, the pocket where you would put a pocket watch, if anybody had a pocket watch anymore.  Actually, I guess they do, but it's now called a cell phone, so what better place to put it.



Anyway, the bash was held at Betsy the Board Member's truly amazing home in Apple Valley, just down the road from Lyons.  It's about an acre of lawn and gardens, with a small main house and a guest house, all towered over by this gigantic red rock butte.  Oh, and a river runs through it.  Really.  Artists of all stripes were there displaying and selling, and I bought a cool tie with a mullet painted on it (the fish, not the hair style). 


 

 

 Laos
 Mongolia
 Tajikistan
 Kyrgyzstan
 Montenegro
 Guinea
 Rwanda
 Malawi
 Barbados
 Fiji
 Mauritania
 Togo
 Swaziland
 Suriname
 Central African Republic
 Sierra Leone
 Cape Verde
 Lesotho
 Eritrea
 Belize
 Bhutan
 Maldives
 Antigua and Barbuda
 Guyana
 Burundi
 Saint Lucia
 Djibouti
 Liberia
 Seychelles
 The Gambia
 Grenada
 Saint Vincent and the Grenadines
 Saint Kitts and Nevis
 Vanuatu
 Samoa
 Comoros
 East Timor
 Solomon Islands
 Guinea-Bissau
 Dominica
 Tonga
 São Tomé and Príncipe
 Kiribati

June 21, 2009

Michael

 

Coates is right. Michael was simply incredible.

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More wine descriptions:  hint of Band-Aid, musty cardboard, clove, sandalwood, marzipan, raspberry ganache, gingerbread, honeysuckle, cola, charred meat, cracked pepper, baked pie, savory soy, espresso, underbrush, chicory, Christmas cake.

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Well, it's a small world.  Turns out that the young lady on the Big Mac commercial is Claire Stahlecker, a friend of Der's in Chicago.  MacDonald's is apparently using local talent.

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I'll be over at Cath and Terry's tonight celebrating Ky's birthday and trying to get some attention as Father.  As Ky already knows his present, it won't hurt to mention that Cath and I got Ky and Eileen a big ass KitchenAid mixer in Empire Red.  I love the look of the KitchenAid, somehow very WW II-looking.  It also reminds me of the Bass-O-Matic.

June 20, 2009

Plain Old Copulation

Thanks to commenter Nic Sebastian for the link to Sarah Sloat's wine descriptions, for example:

Daux Semillon

This white is a saint of long silence, ponderous with quince and lanolin. Uncorked, dollops of fog slip from the bottle, flavors tinging the lips with blonde sugar. Cool at first, but turn the lights down a little: a flame is kindling in the robin’s throat.

Not surprisingly, Ms. Sloat is also a poet.

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Some more wine descriptions I've run across:  fresh violets, hint of cassis, tobacco notes, orange blossoms, toffee and oak, cedar, chewy, fat, flabby, focused, forward, hollow, honeyed, hot, meaty, morsellated, musty, ponderous, precocious, pruney, stale, stalky, supple,

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I finally got the time to check out Mousavi's Facebook page HuffPo and Andrew are doing a bang-up job of keeping track of the tweets and cell-phone reports. 




 

 

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A signed photo of Einstein sticking his tongue out sold for $74,000 today.  I saw that on the FoxNews website.  Right next to it was a picture of Geraldo, who will provide "Live 2 Hour Coverage" of the "turmoil in Iran".  Wouldn't want to miss that.

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"House, M. D." is now officially the most popular TV program in the world, with 84 million weekly viewers.

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Burger of the week:  WaterFrontBistro Cod filets on a giant cheesy bun, garlic mayo, huge slice of beefsteak tomato, two grilled onion slices, a mountain of organic greens, accompanied by Mt. Olive kosher dill petites.  Check out Mt. Olive's "Fried Pickles Variety Platter" recipe.

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I'm not very good with lyrics.  Actually, I just hear whatever I want to hear, and then go on singing it for decades.  That's understandable with, say, a RLJ song, since nobody knows what's she's saying except Tom Waits.  But, unless I'm wrong, I've watched this commercial a dozen times, and I think they're singing about a Big Mac.  Really?  Singing about a Big Mac?  Huh.

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I heard a very interesting discussion on NPR's Science Friday, in which a researcher noted that scientists have been continuously finding same-sex sexual behaviors among disparate species (since they actually started looking for them).  The current list is 450 species across many phyla, and "sexual behavior" includes mutual egg-tending, sexual display, courting rituals, and plain old copulation.  Meanwhile, my latest SciAm has an article bursting another anthropocentric bubble:  humans aren't the only ones with right-brain/left-brain differentiation.  In fact, many species segregate processing:  frogs are better at recognizing prey from the left, whales almost always attack food sources with their right jaw, many birds use their left hemisphere to sort out food from pebbles, et cetera.  The article posits that this is a very efficient example of multi-processor multi-tasking. 

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Am I done with this damnable conversion of Chinese code to the eventual product firmware?  No, I am not, but I am making some kind of "3 steps forward, 2 steps back" progress.  I think what I'm dealing with is:  the hardware isn't exactly as advertised, the base firmware is fragile, the processor/memory is underpowered, Our Chinese Supplier's button logic isn't robust, and there's bad juju surrounding the entire endeavor.  I actually stopped billing for two weeks to sort out whether I am slowly becoming a senile nincompoop or it's actually a harder task than I first estimated.  That didn't help The Paris Fund or my other obligations, but what ya gonna do? 

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I rather like reading Rolling Stone, now that I get it every bloody week because I must have converted somebody's airline miles to a subscription.  It's not like I didn't like Spin, I just never knew who they were talking about.  I think of Rolling Stone as an alternative source of news to people who might actually have attended Woodstock.  There's the ever-pottymouthed Matt Tabai, who is always good for a low blow to Republicans and their ilk.  The CD reviews intrigue me as I'm not entirely certain they have any relation to the actual sales of said CDs (and their downloads), judging from the other RS section that lists top 10 this and that.  There's a good article on what happens when gasoline hits $X per gallon, for example, a typical small gem amongst the retelling of broken bands and artist indictments.  Here's some samples:

$10 a gallon:  Electric cars reign supreme.  Disney World closes.

$14 a gallon:  Walmart killed by high cost of global transport.  Asphalt costs soar, toll roads shut down.

$20 a gallon:  90% of Americans live in cities, 70% never own a car.  Nuclear reactors power everything, including cruise liners.  Polyester too expensive for clothes.

 

June 18, 2009

Flarfilogical Lensing

Fine art with party hats.

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"Deep in the mine, within a pocket of salt water trapped in a 250 million-year-old salt crystal, two biologists and a geologist discovered the 2-9-3 virgibacillus bacteria. This would be unremarkable save for the fact that this bacteria was 100 million years older than the dinosaurs... and it was still alive."
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Buried as I am in this and that, I couldn't let the day go by without mentioning the fabulous July/August issue of The Gray Lady of Poetry ("All The Poetry That's Fit To Print").  For starters, the back page is three full columns of poets and reviewers including many of my favorites, near-favorites, and reliably interesting:  Tony Hoagland, Jane Hirshfield, Charles Simic, Sandra Beasley, John Poch, Philip Levine, Ange Mlinko, Bob Hicok, W. S. Merwin, Albert Goldbarth, Jordan Davis (!), Sharon Mesmer (!), K. Silem Mohammad (!), Nada Gordon (!), Gary Sullivan (!), Christian Bök, Donald Revell, Drew Gardner (!), and Yvor Winters, not to mention a quote by Daisy Fried:  "The Milton problem reminds me of pregnancy and the Nipple Nazi of Northampton".

And another 15 to 20 names I'm too lazy to type in.  It makes you think "what's up with this issue?"  The Flarf contingent got their own section (Flarf and Conceptual Writing), and the rest of the poetry section was relatively star-studded.  Ange even mentioned saffron ("Sings from the pot, a little tomatoey, / a little stigma (not stamen) of crocus sativus"). Some work I liked:

Tony Hoagland, "Personal":  "The government reminded me of my father, / with its deafness and its laws".

Amy Beeder, "Captain Haddock vs. the PTA":  "Unfurl your thick invective, show your bullet head / Whiskey-pickled, weathered & pupilless, sweating / In a bantam rage, your sad-fish face a fist".

John Hodgen, "for the man with the erection lasting more than four hours":  "He's supposed to call his doctor, but for now he's the May King / with his own Maypole."

Jordan Davis, "Pictures of Bugs Bunny Dressed As A Thug":  "What drove me to draw this picture / Of Bugs Bunny dressed as a thug?"

K. Silem Mohammad, "Poems About Trees":  "I write crappy poems and eat babies".

Vanessa Place, "Miss Scarlett": "Miss Scalett, effen we kain git de doctah / w'en Miss Melly's time come, doan you bodder / Ah kin manage.  Ah knows all 'bout birthin."

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You'll be happy to know that the ACELP decoder started working on our Gen 2.25 player about 5 minutes ago.  That only took 5 days.  Don't know why, except that everything in this damnable SDK is overly complicated and when it works, who cares?  But when it doesn't, finding what little thing you did wrong is like finding a quark in a hay silo.  This particular software ensemble is combative, game-theoretic actually.  It knows that I don't know how it works, so it doesn't work until I prove that it has to.  Just today, I had an ACELP decoder that wasn't decoding.  After hours and hours and hours and hours of putting in debugging output to prove that one step or another was, in fact, doing what it should do, I got to the point where I could print out the number of bytes of decoded output that was going to the DAC.  It was the correct amount, but I was still getting fuzz out of the ear buds.  Then, I captured the decoder output onto a file that I wrote to the flash-based FAT, looked at it with Sony Sound Forge, and it looked good and played just fine.  Having gotten caught trying to mess with me, and having been proven to be actually working, the software then threw in the towel and started working. 

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I was chatting with Steve, one of my regular baristas at Brewing Market, and he mentioned that he as taking Astronomy this summer to get a leg up on his studies that begin next fall in a college in Durango.   I mentioned that I had taken Astro 40 years ago, and that a truly amazing number of things were now known that weren't known then.  In my Astro 101 class, there was no mention of black holes, quasars were mysterious objects with no explanation, and the prof never mentioned gravitational lensing.  Sweet Junie gave me a book for Father's Day all about gravitional lensing, and quite a few other things, too.  Turns out that Einstein, in one of his famous short papers, mentioned that one of the results of General Relativity was the likelihood that massive objects (such as galaxies) could actually bend time-space enough that the light from objects behind said massive object would bend just as a lens might accomplish.  He also said that such a thing would probably never be observable, but they're finding more and more examples, including one galaxy that is just the right distance from a quasar (about half-way) so that it actually creates a double image.  For decades, everyone thought that these were two separate bodies, until they analyzed the spectra of each.  Anyway, back to Steve.  I really like this kid, not sure why.  He works hard and knew Junie and my normal orders on our second or third visit on his shift.  I like Scott, too, who occasionally works shifts with Steve, but usually on different ones.  I kid him that I can't remember his name, and since Brewing Market is too cheap to buy name tags for their baristas, I would just call him George in the future, as well as all the other baristas.  I figure if it works for Foreman, it would work for me.  I need to get on the Internet and upload the Brewing Market logo and have a bunch of "George" name plates made, how much could that cost?  They'll get a kick out of it, and maybe they will make sure the crema is perfect on my afternoon latte in the future. 

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Sweet Junie is back in Wisconsin, where the humidity is already higher than what it is here in CO when it rains.  I know that because she told me a couple of hours ago, along with news about our newly installed dishwasher, the first one in the house since it was built in 1936.  We hired a handyman that our neighbor recommended, and the operation was a success.  Of course, that (and liberal amounts of HGTV-watching) makes us want to double down and put up some new kitchen cabinets.  I'm pretty sure that the 17 layers of paint is all that holds the current ones together.  On the other hand, the cabinets may be the only thing holding the house together.  You never know with a 73 year old house.

June 14, 2009

Buttons and Blue Bear Dance

Sweet Junie and I watched Benjamin Buttons last week.  With the full knowledge that it was going to take a while, and a bottle of 2004 Muga Reserva, it was quite enjoyable.  Since, about that time, my software development work has gone backwards.  The integration of our Chinese supplier's code with the current SDK from Our Chip Vendor went smoothly.  Except that it didn't work, didn't even flip on segments on the small screen.  I reverted to our prior version, built it, and that had stopped working, too.  Searching various servers from my frequent backups yielded a number of snapshots, not of which worked either.  At this point, I was pretty sure that I was going nutz, so I inserted batteries into dozens of sample players, just to find one that I had loaded last week when things were working.  Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  Nope.  OK, here's one that works properly.  So, I'm not entirely crazy.  Time to write all this up and ask our Chinese development partner what could have changed so radically.  Meanwhile, I find that my hair is reverting to its former ravishing dark brown and my wrinkles are disappearing.

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Junie has been the General Manager of the Paris Trip, and doing a damn fine job at it.  The Trip is like a large software project, with dozens of pieces, some of which are interdependent, some of which are not.  Our first major step was booking the All Business Class OpenSkies flight to Paris.  That framed in the time we would be away, and put boundaries around the connecting flights.  Next, we found a NWA flight from Denver to Minneapolis that would let me connect on to JFK and fly with Sweet Junie by my side in both directions.  Sweet.  The next obvious challenge was accommodations.  Paris is never inexpensive, but early October is a middling-good time to arrive to avoid crowds and the highest hotel bills.  We scanned many, many hotel review sites as well as the major Internet travel services.  We had just about settled on a decent 3-star hotel a couple of kilometers from the major attractions when my dad called.  He and mom (as well as my sister Lin) had all had good luck renting apartments for a week or more in various European destinations (Bern, Tuscany, Provence, Paris) and that got Junie thinking.  Eventually, she narrowed the agencies down to Paris Vacation Apartments.  They could provide what appears to be a lovely studio in Saint Germain des Prés for about the same price as a hotel (about $140 a night).  It comes with modern amenities (flatscreen TV with cable, high-speed internet, computer in the room, "traditional elegant bathroom", washer/dryer, et cetera), and is a few minutes from the most desirable attractions (e.g., Musée Rodin and the Musée d'Orsay).  Upon arrival, we receive fresh-cut flowers and a bottle of wine.

Once we faxed over the signed agreement, we received an offer to pick us up at the airport and a half-dozen more excellent documents to make our trip more productive.  One attachment was the "PVA Useful Information Guide", an amazing compilation, including:  How to Get and Use a Prepaid Phone Card; Cell Phone Rental; Emergency and Medical Care Numbers and Locations (including the always useful, "SOS" phone number for poisonings); Where to Go for Lost Property (Bureau des Objets Trouvés); Addresses and Number for Foreign Embassies; Best Money Exchange Places; Metro Lines and Rates; Museum and Sight Cards (48 Euros per person for 4 days, includes over 70 museums); Best Parking Places; Markets and Department Stores (including Best Organic Market in Paris); Bars and Restaurants by Arrondissement ; Entertainment and Health Clubs; Business Hours, Climate, Metric Conversions; Basic Survival French (Où sont les toilettes?).

Tomorrow we sign up for travel insurance.  There are five or six major sources (I'm leaning toward AIG Travel Insurance).  They reimburse all prepaid trip expenses if you can't make it at the last minute, airfare and nuisance expenses if you have to cut your trip short, and tens of thousands in various medical benefits if you get stricken Over There.  All for about $100 a person (covering about $3,000 in prepaid airfare and nonrefundable accommodations expense).

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The July/August Cook's Illustrated is one of the better ones this year:  If you kill your own lobsters, don't refrigerate the tails as they become tough;  to recover that last bit of Grey Poupon, put a tablespoon of olive oil in it, swish around and use for dressing.  Bringing Home Spanish Tortilla delves into the mysteries of this wonderful tapa that you can find at any Spanish bar.  It is conventionally made by sautéing potatoes and onions, then pouring in the beaten eggs and cooking the whole thing in two pints of olive oil (!).  The CI recipe calls for using Yukon Gold potatoes and only 6 T of oil, which works because the YG potatoes have less starch, which causes them to soften slowly.  Nice recipe for Tomato Pesto, which includes toasted almonds, cherry tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, and a half-cup of fresh basil.  Simply great article on Easier French Fries.  Again, you can use much less oil (6 cups instead of 3 quarts, preferably peanut oil) by using Yukon Golds instead of Russets, without the need for double frying.  The best oatmeal is made from Bob's Red Mill (steel-cut) or Quaker Old-Fashioned (rolled).  Back cover is Heirloom Corn, including Rainbow Inca, Cherokee White, Hopi Blue (I sense a theme . . .), Seneca Blue Bear Dance, Bloody Butcher, Guarijio Sweet, Navajo Robin's Egg, Striped, and Garland.

 

June 01, 2009

Wine and Water Therapy

I love reading wine descriptions.  The best I every saw was one wag who said "it's an impetuous wine, a wine that deserves to be slapped."  In the last 20 years, particularly after the rise of Robert Parker (and his now famous newsletter, The Wine Advocate) and the simultaneous distribution of tasting kits, there has arisen a certain precision in wine caricature.  On the numbers end, there is RP's famous 100-point scale.  Only a handful of wines get the vaunted Wine Advocate 100 point designation, and many years no wine is sufficiently transcendent to achieve the distinction.  On the description end, there is the never-ending quest to find metaphors to match the nose and palate sensation of a wine.  Here's a partial list of what you will see on any given day in any of the wine mags, in attempting to describe a wine, usually described as "notes":  toast, vanilla, charcoal, licorice, graphite, blackberry, hoisin, cherry, berry, truffle, bitter chocolate, tobacco, hot stone, cassis, floral, pencil lead, peach, bell pepper, chile powder, cracked pepper, fennel seed, lime, apple tart, clove honey, red apple, lemon, exotic flowers, cinnamon, rose petals, boysenberry, smoke, meat juice, citrus pit, cherry jam, spice cake, evergreen, dark chocolate, pear, melon, acacia flowers, roasted herbs, pink grapefruit, guava, grass, wet stone, oyster shell, lemon peel.  And that's only a limited example.  The bad news for people who paid $8,000 a case for the Premier Cru from the vaunted 2005 vintage is that their wine is worth probably half that much as we speak.  The good news is that all great wine is now on sale everywhere (for all I know, Maybachs are being discounted too).  The Premier Cru is French designation dating from the mid-19th century, which includes Lafite-Rothschild, LaTour, Margaux, and Haut-Brion.  In 1973 the French powers-that-be added Château Mouton Rothschild to the list, bringing the total to five.  Not that there aren't fabulous wines in the same class, year after year.  Even in France, there are wines that are known to be beyond the pale.  The best Montrachets, for example.  And the best Pomerols, which are probably the most expensive wines on earth (a bottle of 1982 Château Petrus will set your back $8,000 at a good Las Vegas restaurant).  And how can you ignore Domaine de la Romanée-Conti,  whose ethereal Burgundies will transport you to another dimension, while putting a nice fraction of $1000 on your Platinum AMEX (here's a site auctioning a case of DRC with a starting bid of $25,000).  In fact, here's the description of only one of the bottles:

"Medium ruby color. Initially, this is aromatically tight and closed but after 2 hours, it absolutely explodes from the glass with a breathtaking panoply of Asian spices, exotic fruit aromas and a touch of earth followed by rich, lush, almost opulent flavors that melt in the mouth and coat the palate with a layer of velvet on the fantastically long finish. This is a dramatic wine in every sense of the word yet it's not at all showy but rather discreet and understated. I particularly like the sense of inner power and purity of expression and this is as good a post '45 DRC as I ever hope to drink. It should last for another 50 years and if you ever have the chance, don't miss it! "

Really.  "Inner power".  See, these wine guys just go nuts.  And they like the fact that the tannins and other wine mojo will make the bottle sit there and get better for decades, even though they're going to do what I did and get funky and decide to drink the sucker one night, well before its expiration date.

Oh, and Château d'Yquem, the fabulous Sauterne.  I bought a bottle of that in the 80's at an Orly duty-free and finally sold it a couple of years ago for $500 and donated the proceeds to somebody (Human Rights Watch?  ACLU?  I can't actually remember, but I think I mentioned it on the blog).  Italy has the phenomenal Gaja contributions.  Spain contributes Vega Sicilia.  A bottle of the 1985 vintage (Unico) will set you back over a thousand dollars.  And Australia checks in with Grange Hermitage, a wondrous Shiraz by Penfold's whose 1986 vintage will cost you about $500 a bottle.  I should know, I owned a case once, though I think I paid about $50 a bottle for it, and then methodically drank the lot over the course of a couple of years.  I never did that with Vega Sicilia.  I would pick up 3 or 4 bottles in Spain and give one to Cath and another to a friend and drink the other one or bring it to a party.  Then, there was the case of 1985 Château Margaux that I bought at auction.  It runs about $500 a bottle now, even in these difficult times, and I drank all of that too. 

Bad Whimsy. 

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Still, you have to wonder.  Has this recession/depression put the brakes on collectibles prices?  Sure it has.  Wine, rare stamps, vintage Ferraris, the whole lot.  Rare coins seem to be holding up, but only-somewhat-rare coins seem to be taking a beating.  Makes me want to go buy a case of 1998 right-bank wine wonderments, actually, but Sweet Junie thinks that saving for Paris may be the wiser idea. 

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Well, I got ACELP to work on our system, but there's still a little buzz out of the speakers.   When I redirect the output to a file instead and look at it with Sony Sound Forge, it's solid, no problems, the real deal.  So, I'm figuring that it's the output queue to the DAC or something that is creating the occasional hiss and pop.  It's going to be a bitch to correct, though, because it's all time-dependent and every depends on everything else of course, and the system is swapping in code segments and I don't have a lot of control over that.  Plus Our Chip Vendor's support is out of China, which means that every question I ask generates two more questions, and in the end I usually have to figure out the solution myself.

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So, GM filed for bankruptcy.  Could the world get any weirder?  My son has his hours cut back, but I'm pretty much swamped with work.  Not that that couldn't change in a heartbeat, but it's hard to figure where one is in this current debacle, right?  I went to the monthly board meeting of the arts association, and it sounded like more of the same:  contributions down, funding sources tight, artists of all stripes needing more help.  One guy on the board is retired from a large consulting firm, presumably with a nice pension, something that will be extinct in 10 years.  He shows up at all the committee meetings, usually with a take-out package of Thai noodles and chopsticks, which tends to irritate the hell out of me for some reason.  Eat it in the car while you're driving here, I think, can't be worse than texting, I think. 

I'm probably just getting testy with the years.

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Dima and I worked all weekend helping a client who makes this little thing that routes the audio and video from your PC (which has presumably downloaded content from Netflix or Hulu or whatever) to your "stereo system", which is ancient jargon for whatever mega-HD contraption you have hooked up to your 52-inch Panasonic LCD.  We're working on the details of upgrading the software in the little thing, which happens over WiFi and has to be reliable. 

The bad news is that Dima missed a tennis match and couldn't spend a lot of time with his grandchildren who arrived this weekend from Russia.  the good news is that we bill by the hour.

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Couldn't bring myself to watch the last half of either Denver-LA or Cleveland-Orlando, which turned out to be therapeutic, as both were miserable exercises in futilty.

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I received yet another email from Zia Parker.  She is the queen of aqua therapy.  I have no idea why she continues to email me, as I have no interest in this particular Bouldereque inanity.  She is always taking large groups to some foreign venue to float in some small body of water and center one's self with the North, East, South, West / fire, water, earth, air orientation of Gaia.   Here's a typical quote:

"Bill Mollison, the founder of Permaculture, points out that design is the most important aspect of human settlements and production of foods. That is because design can double or even quadruple the efficiency of a system. No fertilizer can do that. Even the most efficient mechanical device known, which is the water wheel, if it is designed well--operates at 95% efficiency--far from the 400% possible with a good design."

Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ.  Somebody has to tell Zia that 100% efficiency is about all you can do, and even that would probably violate one of the laws of thermodynamics.

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OK, I'm done kvetching.  See you tomorrow.  And I mean that whimsically.