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1 March 2007

Goodnight Moon

Goodnight Moon

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2 March 2007

Waxing

Waxing

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3 March 2007

Even The Bad Ones Are Good

It was a really beautiful day here in Williamsburg, so we went down to the beach of the James River to have a picnic lunch. I took my camera (par for the course these days) and — surprise — there were a lot of birds along the riverside. So of course I snapped a lot of pictures of them, hoping to get lucky.

I was not lucky. Instead, I took about thirty bad shots, in varying states of awfulness.

But here’s the thing about my new Canon S3 IS — even the bad shots are good enough. They may not be great photography, but they’re valuable in learning how to identify birds.

Take, for instance, these two pictures:

Given the number of Turkey Vultures in our skies, it’s easy to think that every big black bird with fingered wings is one. But this one (of a pair) is not. It’s an American Black Vulture (Coragyps atratus), also relatively common, but with a different flight pattern, different wing markings, and different wing shape than its cousin.

While these photos don’t scream “professional wildlife photographer,” they do let me confirm what I thought at the time — namely, that the white wingtips and wing shapes give it away. I’m pretty sure that I can now tell the difference between these two New World Vultures from a long ways away.

(But the photos are still pretty sucky.)

As we were getting ready to leave, we heard a commotion and then saw two raptors flying overhead, one with something in its talons, the other in pursuit. Someone yelled out “OSPREY!”, and I didn’t even take the lens cap off - I just swiveled the camera up, flicked it on (knocking the cap off as the lens extended) and started shooting.

(Oh my, the suckage! I am ALMOST too embarassed to put these on teh internets, they suck so hard. But I endure the shame to make a point.)

First, the pursuer:

Red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis), light morph. As soon as I applied the enchancement filter I could see the wing patterns and chest band as clear as day. I wasn’t sure of this until I saw the picture, but now I am.

And as for the onlooker who shouted “OSPREY”?

You, sir, know your Pandion haliaetus well.

(Yes; that Osprey is carrying a fish in its talons, which is why the Red-tail was no doubt interested. I do not know what kind of fish it is — I shoot birds, not fish.)

Now, I’ve never (knowingly) seen an Osprey before, so at the time all I could do is watch it and marvel at the sight. It’s really a striking bird. These very sucky photos, though — they let me go back to the bird books and tell my son about the hawks and ospreys fighting over fish at lunch.

You know it’s a good day when even your bad shots are good.

(Now go to Trip’s site to see the good shots, because these are too embarassing.)

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Not Sure About This, Mama

Not Sure About This, Mama

The wind was very strong on the beach today, so the kite made a loud thrumming sound as it flew.

Trip wasn’t really sure about the whole kite thing.

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4 March 2007

Riding Horses

Riding Horses

These two horses are not pulling a carriage (unlike most of my horse pictures), but are rather riding horses carrying two gentlemen down Duke of Gloucester Street in Colonial Williamsburg.

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5 March 2007

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Red-bellied Woodpecker (Female)

Red-bellied Woodpecker (Female)

A welcome sight: A female melanerpes carolinus in a tree near Ironbound Road in Williamsburg.

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6 March 2007

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8 March 2007

Truth In Advertising

Truth In Advertising
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9 March 2007

Pileated Woodpecker

Pileated Woodpecker

A Pileated Woodpecker (Dryocopus pileatus), catching some winter sunshine.

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Macintosh Software, Revisited

A 17-inch PowerBook G4.

I was recently updating my about page when I realized that I’d really not kept up with the good things on Hithlum, only the bad.

And that’s unfortunate, because my Mac really rocks. I’m glad that I left the switching-distros-solves-problems world of Linux behind, even though I look at Tsiolkovsky with an admittedly covetous eye.

(But if Apple put out a ruggedized subcompact MacBook Pro with an optical drive? I am so there.)

So I thought I’d start by revisiting my original list of software that I’d posted a year ago and see what I’m actually using, versus what didn’t work out for me. A lot of these applications have been good to me. Maybe you’ll find them useful, too.

Here are my standards, the applications that make Hithlum a joy to use:

There are a few other programs I use on a regular basis, just not every day, which I consider essential.

Then there’s a large group of specialized programs that are useful in one way or another, but not part of my normal mundane computing existence. Or, I haven’t grokked them yet.

Finally, we have the discard pile. These just weren’t for me, thank you, come again.

Next up, I’ll have to document my love affair with the command line.

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Apple Keys in HTML

Since I seem to always be forgetting them:

As you were.

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10 March 2007

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11 March 2007

Amateur Archeology

Amateur Archeology (Closeup)

New photos up from this morning’s walk in the usual spots.

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12 March 2007

The Undiscovered Country

As promised, I’ve been moving entries from The Blue Lamp Cafe and Flotsam and Jetsam into this weblog. The Cafe posts are complete, Flotsam will take a bit more time. This is mostly due to the nature of the posts, rather than the number (although that certainly plays a part in it, too.)

Honestly, it’s slow going. I’m hesitant to dive into the old posts; there are some that I feel I should bury, and others that I feel were written by someone totally alien, and then there are still others that make me think back to a particular day from years ago, and I wonder where the time has gone.

The oldest published entry in Flotsam and Jetsam is elaborate. from 1999. It was posted to a much different website than the one you’re reading now. I remember what I was trying to create when I first posted it, how frustrated I was when I couldn’t make that happen, and how I had to walk away from it all for a while and grow up before I could be comfortable online again. For several years it was the best post on the entire site. (It may still be, for all I know. That’s a scary thought.)

I’d done all the technical work for the import weeks ago, but it’s sat on my to-do list since then, daring me to attempt to edit my past. The temptation is there, and remains there, to just delete it all and present a blank slate to the world. I am not the same person who wrote those posts. I moved across the country, got married and became a father. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to just delete it all and start over from another point, say somewhere in 2005.

Reasonable, but dishonest, too. I was that person, and there was a lot of good mixed in with the bad. I guess this is what it’s like to come to terms with your past selves? Can’t change what’s happened, can’t unsay what’s been said, move on, there’s more to do. So mostly, I’m only editing the links, correcting the most egregious mistakes, and clicking Publish. It’s slow going, but not as slow as I feared.

Because, you know what? There’s a lot of cool stuff coming up ahead, and I need to get on with it.

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Performing At The Market

Williamsburg Farmer's Market (March 2007)

Stephen Moore performs at this weekend’s Williamsburg Farmer’s Market.

I’m off to the City early tomorrow morning. It’s no surprise that I miss this town a little more every time I have to leave.

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13 March 2007

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14 March 2007

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Blue Carriage | Ranger and Captain

Blue Carriage | Ranger and Captain

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Focus, Shmocus.

Today was a day where every picture I took seemed to be focused on exactly the wrong thing. I’d take a picture of a bird and get the trees 50 feet behind it. I’d take a picture of my wife and get the grass across the street.

Can't Focus On ANYTHING Today

For instance, this is supposed to be a picture of my son playing behind a tree. Instead, it’s a shot of some sort of holly.

Some days, it’s best to just take what you’re given and go with it.

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15 March 2007

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16 March 2007

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Over The Fence

By The Fence

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17 March 2007

Stealing The Treasure

Stealing The Treasure

A Carolina Wren (Thryothorus ludovicianus) takes a peanut from the feeder in my backyard.

This shot was the last in a series taken slowly walking towards the feeder. I was maybe 25 feet away when the wren grabbed the peanut and ran.

I’m really pleased with how this series turned out.

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18 March 2007

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Unaffected By DST Legislation

Unaffected By DST Legislation

Sundial in a garden off of Duke of Gloucester Street in Colonial Williamsburg.

(Some things don’t need software patches.)

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19 March 2007

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21 March 2007

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Northern Mockingbird

Northern Mockingbird

A Northern Mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos) perches in a tree in my front yard.

This Mockingbird sang for quite some time the evening this photo was taken. Unfortunately, this particular bird has built a nest in my yard by my son’s room. I now know who to blame for the singing at 3:00 AM.

(n.b. that he knows, too. When asked who was singing outside yesterday, he said “mock”. The Avalanche of Language continues.)

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22 March 2007

Data Backup and the Command Line Ninja Brigade

In the past couple of weeks I’ve had roughly the exact same conversation with about five different people. Paraphrased, it goes like this:

Me: I’m glad drive prices are dropping. I just got another hard drive for my laptop.

Them: Oh, you’re upgrading?

Me: No, backing up. This will make it three total.

Them: Why not just burn everything to CD or DVD?

Me: Er, because they fail and take your data with them?

Them: What?

Me: Gesundheit.

I then follow up with my tragic story of how I archived my entire digital life to CD/DVD, but when I got my Mac and started loading everything back, I discovered the sad truth: CDs and DVDs will degrade over time, and you don’t know it’s unusable until it actually goes. About half of the disks I made within the last five years were gone, so I resolved to go with a strategy with visibility, redundancy, and easy access: everything on a hard drive. CD/DVDs are only throwaway backups or installation disks in my house. The conversation would usually end with me talking again about the cost of hard drives coming down, me realizing I’d just spent 5 minutes ranting about the failure rates of optical media, and then a polite change of subject.

Now, I admit, I haven’t handled this conversation particularly well. I feel particularly guilty for having had it with my Mom and not immediately following it with concrete, practical, written advice as to what you should do to prevent data loss. It’s complicated by my running on a Mac, and nearly everyone else I’ve talked to using Windows. It’s further complicated because I think of my Mac as a UNIX box, so I can’t just say “go download X program and set it up.”

Instead, I have to say something stupid, like, “I have a series of interlocking scripts that automatically archive critical files and rsync incremental backups between external and offsite drives to ensure that the data lives in as many protected places as is practically possible.”

In other words, I’m part of the Command Line Ninja Brigade of Mac users, which appears to exist in a different online world than the Sweet Delicious GUI Army of Mac users. I don’t understand why this divide exists in the online Apple community, but it seems like you’re either for the Terminal, or against the Terminal, and never the twain shall meet. The opinions each hold are strikingly different, yet the crossover between the two is so easy. That’s why it’s a Mac!

I honestly don’t understand it. But there it is, Horatio: yet another undreamt of thing.

So.

Here’s my concrete, practical, written advice for backing up stuff, no matter what you run, or how you personally feel about the command line.

I even wrote the backup script in haiku. Just for you.

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23 March 2007

Mark IV Jetta Picnic

Mark IV Jetta Picnic


Two of the three family Jettas parked for a picnic. JML (‘jay’mull’) is on the left, YAH (‘yaah’) is on the right.

These are fourth generation Jettas. The black one is mine, with the 1.8T turbocharged engine and 17" Long Beach wheels. The silver TDI (my parents in-law’s) is a late model Mark IV diesel.

You can see some of the subtle styling cues introduced at the end of the model run by VW in this picture; note the different trunk lip and rear light clusters. A chrome strip was also added around the newer model to make it look more upscale, though it’s difficult to see in bright sunlight.

The major redesign of the fifth (current) generation Jettas left me cold. I don’t like it at all. Even without the move to the Audi A5 platform, I would not purchase one based solely on the looks alone. It’s now too big, visibility is reduced, and it looks like every other car on the road. I’ll stick with the Mark IVs as the car for me.

(Yeah, I like my car. You’re just now noticing that?)

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Kingsmill | James River

Kingsmill | James River

View of the James River from the Kingsmill resort, Williamsburg, Virginia.

We had a nice brunch there last weekend, but I’m pretty sure it won’t make the weekly routine.

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24 March 2007

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Good Luck Turtle

Good Luck Turtle

Found on the back of a bicycle near the college bookstore in Williamsburg, Virginia.

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I Didn't Waste $30 On The Damn Feeder

I Didn't Waste $30 On The Damn Feeder

Trip’s Red-bellied Woodpecker finally visits the new peanut feeder, purchased solely for the purpose of luring the woodpecker into sight more often.

This has backfired spectacularly, by the way. I’m telling 2-5 woodpecker stories a day.

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25 March 2007

March Goes Out Like A...

Lamb

One of several newborn Leicester Longwool lambs in Colonial Williamsburg. This little one is less than a week old.

Other pictures from this morning’s walk are up on flickr. Odd shooting conditions for the first part of the morning, with a visible haze and overcast skies that burned off by mid-morning. This was exactly the reverse of what the forecast called for.

(To see the lambs: go down Duke of Gloucester to Nassau, turn right, go one block.)

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26 March 2007

Rubberneckers

Rubberneckers

Chief and Benjamin watch Matt and Mark go down the street.

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Untouched

Untouched

This shot was taken about two weeks ago, just before the trees really got into the swing of spring.

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No drive up to The City for me today: switching schedule to Friday this week for a client meeting.
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Springtime in Williamsburg

Springtime in Williamsburg

The trees were blooming along Nassau Street in Colonial Williamsburg this past weekend. Spring is definitely here, if my raging allergies needed any confirmation.

It’s interesting to see such a wide variety of blooming trees; the DC area is rightly renowned for the spectacular cherry and pear blossoms during this time of year, but they overshadow everything else. Make no mistake: the sheer concentration of those trees (and not just along the Tidal Basin) makes for quite a sight, and shouldn’t be missed.

But it’s nice to see some variety, too.

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27 March 2007

Right Of Way

Right Of Way

Brigadier and General pull a carriage towards the Palace in Colonial Williamsburg.

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I Lost Yr Filez

Custom 404 page seen on the twitter site, which is almost always under heavy load these days:

Twitter 404:  I Lost Yr Filez

Nice, funny, and to the point.

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The Cyclist

The Cyclist

Photo taken at the March 10th Williamsburg Farmer’s Market.

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28 March 2007

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Blue Moon

Blue Moon

Tonight’s waxing gibbous moon, partly obscured by clouds.

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American Goldfinch

American Goldfinch

An American Goldfinch (Carduelis tristis) perches on a thistle feeder in my backyard.

The Canon S3 doesn’t support a remote, so I sat in the shade of a pine tree about 3 meters away from the feeder and waited.

Eventually, I was rewarded with this visitor.

Molting American Goldfinch

Goldfinches molt their drab winter colors in the springtime, which is why he looks so patchy right now. Soon he’ll be bright yellow with black and white markings.

I’m fond of goldfinches. They’re ridiculously bright birds, with a crazy up-and-down roller coaster flight path. If you see a yellow streak going up and down through the woods, it’s a goldfinch.

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29 March 2007

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Burbank Plum, Standard

Burbank Plum, Standard

Closeup of the new plum tree Merrystar purchased this weekend.

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Love Keeps Her In The Air

YAH is back in the shop, this time for a month or more.

I was driving south in the middle lane of I-95 on the evening of February 26th in moderately heavy traffic when I hit an object in the road. This time, instead of deer flesh and bone, it was a sizable hunk of metal, bouncing from where it had fallen off a truck.

There was no swerving, no where to move; I plowed straight over it with a sickening THUNK and a tremendous jolt which nearly wrenched the wheel out of my hand.

It looked like the center part of a truck axle, but that couldn’t be possible, could it? A semi pulled over ahead of us, so perhaps it was. I pulled over and tried to see if there was any damage, but cell phones do not make good flashlights. Merrystar suggested that we go to a gas station and check for fluid leaks, which was a very good idea. We didn’t find anything, so we nervously resumed our journey home.

Here’s what I didn’t see that night:

The sad thing is that it took two visits to the dealer (Casey Volkswagen, Newport News) to find this out. On the first visit I was assured that everything was fine under there, some scratches, nothing more. It was only after the mangled heat shield started rattling that I took it back and was shown some of the problem, though they omitted the fuel tank and holes in the floor.

It was only by taking it to the local body shop (Ebby’s) and filing a claim did I see the whole extent of the damage. YAH was declared undrivable (fumes from the exhaust could enter the cabin) so I’m now in a rental car.

I’m really disappointed in Casey Volkswagen right now. They had an opportunity to gain my trust, and instead they blew it in the worst way possible.

yahzie.

Because, you know, I love my car. Love keeps her flyin’.

 

(Well, love … and dead dinosaur. Mmmm, tasty dead dinosaur.)

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30 March 2007

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Northern Yellow-shafted Flicker (Male)

Northern Yellow-shafted Flicker (Male)

The only brown woodpecker in Virginia, the Northern Yellow-shafted Flicker (Colaptes auratus) is an odd duck among woodpeckers: it migrates and commonly feeds on the ground.

A pair have moved into the area in the last few days. When I first saw them rooting around in the leaves, I thought it was a Brown Thrasher… then a Mourning Dove… then a woodpecker that had lost its mind. (The red chevron on the nape of the neck was what clued me to its true nature.)

This is the male of the pair, with a big black moustache. No, really!

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31 March 2007

Chipping Sparrow

Chipping Sparrow

A Chipping Sparrow (Spizella passerina) visits the lawn outside my window at lunch today. He entertained us while he ate his own lunch.

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Easter's Promise

Easter's Promise

Half of a plastic Easter Egg deposited in the branches of a tree during our neighborhood Easter Egg hunt.

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