Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Almost missed this one

I'm coming in just under the wire for technically getting in a post today - which means starting the post, not necessarily finishing it.

It's not like I don't have anything to post about. I have a lot. I just don't know what to say or do first.

And it's not like I haven't already written a post today. But that one won't appear for another three months and six days - well, five days from the moment I'm writing this. I'll see if it's still appropriate then. Or if I've forgotten by then. In which case it will be a lie.

Ticked a few things off my list today. Took my mom for a medical procedure. Got a haircut. Ordered her Mother's Day gift.

I did a few other things, too. Took some detective work as far as I plan to take it. Basically crossed a boundary today. I don't plan to go any further.

I didn't put much thought into Earth Day. I've always thought of it as being like National Brotherhood Week: set aside a designated time to care about something so you don't have to care about it the rest of the year. That doesn't actually get the job done. Ask Kayak Dude.

I happened to be in the parking lot of the Wilkes-Barre Township Wal-Mart this afternoon, and it was full of damned dirty hippies and their tie-dyed forms of transportation. The Dead - the remaining members of The Grateful Dad, plus a few new members - were in town today. And I watched a new phenomenon, as my cousin and his friends essentially live-blogged the set list to his Facebook account as the concert was in progress. The world is sure a different place from the first time I went to a major concert, a mere fifteen years ago.

Tomorrow is yard work, weather permitting: mow my lawn across town, and maybe this one too. Make arrangements to meet one of my Physics professors for lunch to talk about questions of the past, present, and future. See about getting a load of topsoil delivered here next week. Maybe make some other plans. Pay some bills.

So that's it. Now, I'm going to check some mail and my friends' Facebook updates.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

YouTube Weekend (sort of): Black Betty

Well, it's probably not a weekend for you, but it is for me. My four day shift is over, and I'm starting a stretch of twelve days off. I'm also heading into my twenty-seventh hour of wakefulness. If I stay up a little bit longer maybe I'll reset.

I've been meaning to post this song for a while, and now seems as good a time as any. "Black Betty" has a long and murky history, involving Huddie "Lead Belly" Ledbetter, 20th century American folk music, and possibly an even earlier origin. (I would include a link to the Lead Belly version here, but the video I found online has had the audio stripped out as part of the WMG/YouTube pissing match.)

I've heard two versions on the radio. The older one is by the band Ram Jam, who turned the song into a sort of hillbilly rock / hard rock fusion in 1977. As far as rock versions of this song go, this is the original.


The more recent version is by the Australian band Spiderbait. Released in 2004, it uses vocal distortion and a more hard-edged beat, but still retains the rockabilly influence. This was the version I first heard in late December 2004 while driving to Ohio to visit a friend. I heard it again on May 21, 2005 on a jukebox at the Lift Inn in Lenoxville, Pennsylvania while Blue Sundaze was taking a break between sets. Derrick the drummer briefed me on the history of the song there. This is a non-embeddable video, so right-click to open in a new window or tab.


Enjoy!

Monday, April 20, 2009

Plans

One last day - well, night - of work to go, and then I'm off for a stretch of twelve days. I have plans for these days: some fixed, some modular and flexible. We'll see how it goes.

Tuesday I will come home sore and tired in the morning. Tuesday is the day I usually take my mom grocery shopping. It's senior citizen's day, and there's a 5% discount. But I may be too sore and tired to take her, in which case she'll probably go by herself. UPDATE, 4/21/09: Done. One checkmark down!

Wednesday my mom has an appointment scheduled that I have to take her to. It's around noon, though, so I should be up before then. (4/22/09: Check.)

Saturday I'm going on a roadtrip with a friend to see some other friends. I think. (Yayyyy, 4/25/09)

Sunday I plan on going to church at one of the local churches that will be closing soon. (Check, 4/26/09)

Sometime else in this stretch of days I plan to do these things:

- Have lunch with one of my old professors. (POSTPONED, 4/23/09)
- Get together with a friend who is in town for a few weeks. (Yayyyy, 4/27/09)
- Get a load of topsoil delivered and use it to create slopes around our foundation to make sure rainwater drains away from the house, not towards it.
- Mow the lawns at both my house (Check, 4/23/09) and my mom's house (Check, 4/24/09), at least once.
- Dig one or more gardens at my house. (80% done, 4/27/09) (Completed, 4/29/09)
- Assemble composter (a big plastic box with a removable lid) and install on yard. (Check, 4/23/09)
- Check condition of tomato seeds. If they have sprouted, move to sunny location. (Sprouted and leggy, 4/27/09)
- Coordinate with my brother to move several bags of oak leaf mold over to house, as well as several gardening tools. (Check, 4/24/09)
- Start additional seeds: cucumbers, sunflowers, lettuce.

ADDED, 2:40 PM (because I just remembered when I woke up):
- Get a haircut (4/22/09: Check.)
- Get a Mother's Day gift (a portable television that receives DTV signals - anyone have any recommendations?) (4/22/09: Check.) (Arrived, 4/24/09)
- Go to Free Comic Book Day on May 2, possibly with a friend whose son has just gotten into Wolverine.

I'll keep you posted on how much of this actually happens!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

The Diocese of Scranton, on a budget

I'm going to bed soon. There's something I want to post about, but I'm too tired to do it justice. Here's the short version:

Yesterday the Diocese of Scranton announced how far behind it is in its annual fund-raiser - formerly Peter's Pence, then the Bishop's Annual Appeal, now "Our Grateful Faith." Non-Catholic drivers along interstate 81 in Northeastern Pennsylvania may be aware of this fund-raiser, since the Diocese bought long-running ads on the video billboards along the highway. I'm not sure at whom these billboards were aimed, since any church-going Catholics were already aware of the appeal through announcements at church, and non-church-going Catholics (or non-Catholics overall) were probably not going to dig very deep for money to hand to the Bishop.

Bishop Martino admitted that the economic downturn, which is hitting Northeastern Pennsylvania particularly hard, is most likely the cause of the reduced donations. And in the next breath, he calls upon individual parishes to lean more heavily on parishioners to get them to cough up more donations.

But the Diocese has already closed most of the local Catholic schools, sold off most of the Catholic hospitals, and is in the process of shutting down a considerable number of Catholic parishes. Surely operating expenses must be down? At a time when most individuals are being forced to do more with less, can't the Diocese even manage to do less with less?

If the Diocese of Scranton needs to learn to live within its income, then perhaps the Bishop needs to seek advice from those who have long known how to do this: the people of the Diocese of Scranton. And I am sure that there are more than a few financially-skilled individuals in the Diocese who would gladly go over the Diocese's books, line by line, to review revenues and outlays and make recommendations for making adjustments to stay within budget. It's the sort of advice that the Diocese in recent years would have gladly shelled out large sums of parishioners' donations to pay for - much like the very expensive studies that determined both school closings and parish consolidations.

Times are tough. Revenues are down for everyone, and everyone must learn to live within a budget. If the Diocese of Scranton, with its expenses greatly reduced through closures and consolidations, cannot figure out how to do this, then it must seek the advice of those who already know how.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

YouTube weekend: Heavy and Cortez

Half of Blue Sundaze was also two-fifths of 3 Brix Shy. Both bands are primarily cover bands, though 3 Brix Shy did have one original song that they would play from time to time. I know a recording exists of that song, somewhere.

One of my favorite covers of theirs was one that they only played two or three times. It was Collective Soul's "Heavy", a guitar-intense, techno-flavored song. Here is a live performance by Collective Soul:



Blue Sundaze has taken to ending their shows with Neil Young's "Cortez the Killer." Their performance completely blows away any version I have heard by Neil Young. Maybe that's just the power of live music! Here is audio of Neil Young playing this song (which clocks in at 8:30), accompanied by a fan-made slideshow. Better to just catch Blue Sundaze whenever they play live again and hear it for yourself!

Friday, April 17, 2009

Blue Sundaze at King's College Chapel, 4/16/09

Blue Sundaze played at King's College again last night. This was the first time I had seen them play since their performance there last year. In fact, it was the first time I had seen any of them since their performance there last year.


That kinda shocked us a bit. I've been in touch with Rose through Facebook for the last few months. I exchanged e-mails with Derrick (the drummer) last December after learning of the death of our friend and fellow Physics major Sheena. It just didn't seem like a year had passed. In past years I wouldn't go more than a few months without seeing them perform.

There was a good crowd in the little room in the King's College chapel. This was a good thing, but also meant that there was little room for me to move around in to get photos. So my images were from a less favorable angle than last year. Still, I was able to get some good shots of three-quarters of the band. Above: Rose, Derrick, and Ray.


John the bass player was on the far side of the stage and only dimly lit, so it was not possible to capture him as well as the other three - especially with my camera set to Sports mode, which is the only way I know to capture images in low-light situations without a flash without getting the blur that results from the shutter staying open for a long time. (Rose would argue that this was not a "low-light situation," since she had a bright light shining directly on her, but my camera insisted on treating it as such.) Here I have pushed the brightness and contrast to bring John out of the shadows.


The crowd, lit by candlelight and the light coming from the stage. This shot was taken in the conventional ISO mode, again without a flash. People continued to show up throughout the night, until the only seats not being occupied were the ones holding equipment bags in the front corner.
I was also able to videotape the event, thanks to a friend's VHS camcorder that I borrowed years ago and never returned. (Hey, I had to make sure it still works before I give it back to him...eventually.) The videotape will now be converted to DVD, and perhaps clips will find their way online! Maybe?

Thursday, April 16, 2009

More accomplishments

Well, I finished mowing the lawn, which I started yesterday. Pruned the butterfly bushes - that was yesterday, too. I also removed the rose hips from the branches of my Royal Highness rosebush and its two babies. This is something I should have done over the Winter, but I only got to it now. I also did it with an electric hedge trimmer, one of those things that looks like a sawfish's nose. This was probably an unforgivable act that would get me thrown out of any rosarian society, if I were actually a member. But when you're dealing with a rosebush that bears roses by the hundreds (here's what it looked like three years ago - it's grown a bit since then!), cutting off each hip individually by hand becomes tedious to the point of impossibility.

I also did some weeding. Not quite finished - the daffodils are still blooming, and that makes it hard to get to the weeds. I'll have to touch things up during my stretch of days off at the end of the month.

I also tried to undo some damage I might have inadvertently done to the memory of a girl who died nearly nine months before I ever knew she was alive. Rest in peace, child.

This has been a strange stretch of days off. If I can use my skills to find out about the life and death of someone almost completely random, why do I have such a frustrating time when I try to apply these skills to finding information on a friend's long-lost father? I know what some of the answers to that question might be. Still, I'll keep trying, in my spare time.

Tonight is the hairdresser's wake - I thought it was yesterday. Tonight I am also going to see a friend's band play at King's College in Wilkes-Barre, a repeat of a performance from last year. We'll see how things go. I need to remember to set my camera to Sports mode right off the bat!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Other Churches, Other Windows: St. Stanislaus


For the past two Sundays I have attended Mass at St. Stanislaus Church in Nanticoke instead of my home parish of St. Mary's. This has been partly for the sake of expediency: St. Stan's offered the earliest Masses each Sunday at 8:00 in the morning, meaning a down-time of only an hour or so between my arrival in Nanticoke after work and the start of Mass. As I would be sore and tired from having just put in a twelve-hour shift of running around trying to convince multiple DVD manufacturing systems to continue working through the night, I would be looking for a parking place near the front entrance of the church. My early arrival would help ensure that that happened.


I have some history with this church. As a child, my grade school education was split between St. Mary's and St. Stan's, with kindergarten and the odd-numbered grades in St. Mary's and the even-numbered grades in St. Stan's. This arrangement was terminated sometime before my sixth grade as all classes were consolidated into St. Mary's. But during second and fourth grade St. Stan's was the church I attended for school-day Masses.

I remember it as a dark and imposing church, sulfurous-smelling and not very pleasant. About fifteen years ago there was a major renovation done to the church which included the replacement of all of the stained-glass windows with ones of a more modern design from local stained-glass window maker Baut Studios. (A friend who was working at the church at the time of the renovation does not know what became of the old windows.)

Unfortunately, St. Stan's is one of the Roman Catholic Churches in Nanticoke scheduled for closure after consolidation, and all this work will have been for nothing.

It was not the windows that caught my attention as I sat in the pew last week, exhausted and sore, waiting for Palm Sunday services to begin. Frankly, I don't like the modern windows very much, though I will allow you to judge for yourself. The thing that caught my eye was much more mundane, but had tied up with it a cultural and historical element of Nanticoke.


It was, as faithful readers ...tom... and Hedera noted in the comments for an earlier post, a hat hook - a spring-loaded clip mounted to the back of the pew in front of you that allowed gentlemen to hang their hats by their brims back in the days before John F. Kennedy's example set made going hatless stylish and standard. These hooks are ornate and appear to be lacquered brass; the ones at St. Mary's resemble eyeless, earless, tuskless elephant heads and are made of metal with a dark, glossy finish. In the decades since hats went out of fashion, these hooks have been used to hold missalettes (back when these books were issued monthly and were relatively thin), bulletins, announcements, or special collection envelopes.

The interesting thing about these hooks was the sponsor tag, a little plaque about one inch across affixed to each hook with what appear to be grommets.


These were most likely mass-produced items, relatively inexpensive to manufacture. The creation and addition of the sponsor plaque probably doubled (at least) the cost of each hook.

These hooks have outlived their sponsors. Gem Furniture, the sponsor of the first hook shown, was one of at least three furniture stores in Nanticoke, the others being Bartuska's and Noble Furniture. Gem Furniture closed about fifteen years ago. The Adam Olszewski Bakery was located across the street from what is now Nanticoke's Municipal Building, which would place it less than half a block from Sanitary Bakery. The Gem Furniture building now houses a Credit Union, a WIC office, and the offices of Representative John Yudichak. The Olszewski Bakery now houses a beauty salon.

Upon inspecting the second photo I could almost make out a line of text directly below the top mounting screw. But what did it say?


Some manipulation and enhancement later, and I was able to tease out two of the words - and surmise the rest:


The first word appears to be "OTHER", and the last, "PENDING." Now, what sort of things usually come in a group, and are often pending? I could only think of one obvious candidate: patents. So the middle word, I believe, it the abbreviation for "patents": "PAT'S" - with an exaggerated space between the "T" and the "S" to make room for the mounting screw.

Other items of historical interest populate this church. This rostrum, or lectern, or whatever it is, features ornately carved wooden images on all sides.


It was once nearly twice as tall and featured a set of steps the lector would ascend, where they would tower over the congregation while reading the Word of God. The recent renovation cut the lectern down to ground level, eliminating the possibility of seeing someone solemnly tumble down the steps - as I am sure has happened more than once in the church's history. As with the old windows, I have no idea what became of the base of the rostrum.


One other item of note is this image of the Last Supper, which I believe is a bas-relief - it certainly appears to be three-dimensional. It is located under the back altar and would be obscured from view by the front altar from all but the front few pews. (It is visible in the second photo in this post as a white rectangular patch in the lower center portion of the image, below the painting of St. Stanislaus and the small, flag-bearing statue of Jesus.)



As I have noted above, the new windows are of a modern style, featuring a much clearer glass where each pane is a single, uniform color. The windows also have an abundance of clear panes, providing plenty of light into the church.


The windows face East and West, meaning that except for the hours after sunrise and before sunset the sun is generally not going to be shining directly through them. The alignment of the windows is such that at 8:00 in the morning this past Easter Sunday, a sunbeam was aimed directly at the main altar - specifically, directly at the head and face and eyes of Father Nash, who was conducting the service. Above we see sunlight falling on the statue of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, who stands between statues of Jesus and St. Anthony of Padua.


In this photo, exposure time has been adjusted to capture the sharp and distinct colors being transmitted by the windows. Modern stained-glass windows have some virtues, I suppose.


A view of the Eastern windows as Easter services let out. Despite its relatively small size, St. Stanislaus looks quite imposingly large in this view. Note the ornate hanging light at the top right center.


A close-up view of the center window in the previous image. The window contains the opening lines of the Apostles' Creed: "I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth".


This image dominates the central portion of the church ceiling. It is fairly enormous - how large, I cannot say, but I will guess at least twenty feet from the top of the image to the bottom. To get this photo, I stood directly under the center of the painting and opened my lens up as wide as possible. I suppose I might have been able to get the whole image if I had, say, laid down on the floor.

That's not the whole story of St. Stan's, to be sure. But I am not as familiar with the history and traditions of this church as I am with St. Mary's. There are doubtless parishioners at St. Stan's who could do a much better job of documenting this church before its doors are closed for good in a year or two. I can only hope that some of them choose to take on this task.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Death of a hairdresser...and someone else

My mom always says that the favorite part of the paper is the Obituaries page, because she can always see people she knows there.

OK, at age 75 this is actually a reasonable statement. But she has said this all my life, since she was younger than me, since before she met thousands of people as a bank teller.

Me, my favorite part of the paper is the Comics section. Thing is, I'm never quite sure where the funny pages are in my paper, which is a tabloid-style (single-fold) paper. I know they are beyond the middle, usually, after the Editorial/Opinion pages and before the Sports pages, mostly. Most days I just flip to somewhere in the second half of the paper and move forward and back as necessary until I find the funnies.

Today I was moving through the paper this way and landed in the Obituaries. There was a smiling face that looked somehow familiar. Good-looking photo, I thought. You should always have a good current photo of yourself handy for the Obituary pages, or for showing on television if you are murdered or disappear. Robert Curley had a good photo of himself in a tux, smiling broadly, which was shown repeatedly during the investigation into his death - that is, into his murder by thallium poisoning, a slow, horrible way to die, by his wife Joanne. The photo was probably from their wedding. Most people just have photos of themselves wearing beer hats and LEGION OF DOOM t-shirts.

I looked at the name attached to the photo and it rang a bell. Leo? Not too many people in this area go by that name...and have a work history that includes being a hairdresser.

Leo. The guy who used to cut my hair at the Bon-Ton, after the girl who cut my hair there left. Snide, funny Leo. At least, I assumed he was snide - his Bell's Palsy caused him to talk out of one side of his mouth, in a very nasal tone. But, no - he was also snide. And funny.

After the Bon-Ton shut down its hair salon I found someone else to cut my hair. By then my hair was less complex - the mega-mullet was gone; no longer did I have long, wavy, curling tresses reaching halfway down my back, close-cropped hair on the sides, and normal-length hair on top, a combination which caused Leo to quip upon first meeting me, some twelve or so years ago, "You have several hairstyles going on here." After I cut that off in early 1998 a barber would do, could be trusted to deal with my far more conventional haircut.

I didn't see Leo again until a few years ago. He was working as a cashier at the Target in Wilkes-Barre. He recognized me, and I recognized him, despite my prosopagnosia. (Bell's Palsy is a godsend in that respect, something like having a huge facial scar or pink spiked hair.) I asked him if he was out of the hairdressing game, and he told me how cut-rate places operating out of the front of Wal-Mart and the like had killed business for salons, and how their low wages had meant that he and many other experienced professionals couldn't afford to work there. He also couldn't afford to leave the area and get work elsewhere: even if he sold all of his possessions, he would barely have enough to pay for the first few months of an apartment in Philadelphia. So he was stuck, and took the best job he could get - as a cashier at Target.

I saw him there a few more times. I haven't seen him in the last year or two. I always wondered what had happened to him. And now he's dead. I may go to the wake tomorrow.


***

Leo wasn't the only death I learned about today. But the other one is...difficult to talk about without telling you things about myself I really don't want to divulge. This other person was someone whose existence I just found out about yesterday, during one of my frenetic bursts of online activity. She was young, beautiful, shockingly tough. She had a tattoo on her arm, in script. A quote from Oscar Wilde, from "The Young King":


We have chains, though no eye beholds
them; and are slaves, though
men call us free.

It took some of my usual Batman-level detective work to squeeze out this much information, and a name - probably not a real name, quite possibly a name taken from a recently-deceased author of historical sagas and historical romances.

This morning I decided to do a little more detective work, and discovered that she was dead.

Had been dead, it turns out, for some time - six months or so as of sometime in February. An overdose. Possibly a suicide, I don't know. Overdoses usually are.

I don't know what the future held for her. Possibly misery, or at best obscurity. Several pathways had been closed off to her, to be sure. And maybe her doom had already been sealed. I don't know.

Some of the information I found today suggested she had come from Pennsylvania. Where in Pennsylvania, I wonder?

Regardless. She's dead now, a death little noted online, and perhaps little noted in the bricks-and-mortar world as well.

UPDATE, 4/15/09: Now I know who she is. I know where she lived - not far from me, actually. I know when and where she died. I know she was loved, by family and friends. I know her death touched a lot of people.

***

As I drove my mom through our Tuesday ritual of grocery shopping and appointments, I frantically punched buttons on the radio, switching from station to station listening to half-second clips of songs and commercials and DJ banter. She probably thought I was just looking for music that wasn't complete crap. In reality I was looking for a specific song, a song that something in my soul wanted to hear. It's actually a song I heard on the radio last week for the first time in years. Statistically speaking, it would seem unreasonable to expect to hear the song again. Then again, given the nature of playlists and programming, it might not be an unrealistic hope. But as much as I tried to will the song into existence, it never came on.

It has nothing to do with anything, other than my usual defensive reaction whenever I feel Death's touch anywhere near me. Even for people I barely knew. Or never knew.

Maybe. Whatever. This is the song.

Blink-182, "I Miss You":


Monday, April 13, 2009

Things accomplished

My body doesn't want to get off of night shift. So I'm trying to work with it.

Yesterday I came home from work, the third and last day of a shortened rotation. The morning was clear, and the Gibbous Moon hung in the Western sky in front of me, nearly approximating the setting Full Moon I had witnessed Friday morning. This time I had a camera with me, and I decided to take a picture so as not to disappoint certain persons. Several pictures, actually, taken with the camera stabilized on the top of the steering wheel and (after the first two shots) in Sports mode, which takes three pictures in rapid succession. (I had to switch to this setting while driving, of course.) All told, I took twenty-three pictures. He is one of the few that isn't motion-blurred:


Note the chrome yellow sign in the middle distance. This sign announces "SAFETY CORRIDOR - FINES DOUBLED." I only took six more photos after this one. Safety First!

The reason I had a camera in my car was because I was going to church yesterday morning. It was the same Mass at the same time in the same church as I went to last week for Palm Sunday, which was when I noticed something unusual at the church. I was able to get a few pictures of two of these objects, but wound up taking lots of other photos, too. For now, here is one of the objects. I'm pretty sure I know what function it served, but if anyone would like to offer their input, here is the image:


I got a lot of other photos, but those are for another post.

I got home after church yesterday and ate. I had actually stopped home once already, to wash my face and brush my teeth and change my sweatshirt for a sweater and pick up the chocolate covered peanut butter Easter Eggs I had set aside to give to the priest, who had once again given up such things for Lent. But I didn't actually eat until after church, just like last week. And just like last week, I was useless for several hours after that.

Much of the first half of the day is a blur of online activity. I'm pretty sure I didn't give anybody my credit card information or intentionally download any viruses and/or illegal material, but I can't be sure.

Eventually family came over for Easter dinner. While we waited for dinner, my nephews and I watched TV, where their channel surfing eventually led us to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Ever the Star Wars fans, my younger nephew speculated that Oompa Loompas are actually clones, something like failed Clone Troopers. We all laughed.

I didn't eat. I fell asleep shortly after everyone left, maybe around 5:00 or so, and slept until midnight. Then I got up, took a shower, and set to work making the cherry Easter Eggs I promised my sister, as well as the additional peanut butter and coconut cream eggs (which, when topped with toasted almonds, became Almond Joys.) All were made without the use of electric beaters, out of respect for all the night-sleepers in the house. While I was waiting for the coating chocolate to melt, I also washed the sink full of dishes left over from dinner. When everything was done and cleaned up, it was 5:30 in the morning. I went back to sleep.

I woke up at 10:00 this morning when a friend called. We spoke for nearly an hour.

Again I spent much of the day in a state of night-shifted torpor. But as afternoon rolled into evening I rallied myself and set out on the day's final push: stops at my aunt's and my cousin's houses to deliver Easter Eggs. Visit to my house across town to haul out the recyclables - mainly to free up the container for hauling away the Black Rot-infected trimmings from my grapevine next week. Install the powered antenna to improve DTV reception. (Success! I now receive thirteen channels - two of which [an exclusively children's channel and an exclusively religious channel] I have blocked.)

I also started my Chadwick's Cherry tomatoes. Some to keep, some to share, and some to die - as they inevitably will.

It is now just after midnight on Tuesday morning, and I am falling asleep. Have I reset at last? We'll soon see!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Easter!

Just in case I don't get to post, I'm programming this one ahead of time. Have a Happy Easter! Now Spring can really begin!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Last-minute Easter

I came home this morning by way of the local supermarket. Turns out my sister's favorite flavor of Easter Egg is cherry, one that I didn't make. So I'll make some tomorrow morning after church. I needed more powdered sugar and more chocolate chips, so I stopped at the store. I also picked up some almonds. I didn't make a lot of coconut Easter Eggs, but those that I made taste a lot like Mounds bars (thanks to toning down the sweetness by adding salt - yes, salt. Deal with it.) I'll make more coconut, but after coating them with chocolate, I'll top each one with a roasted almond. Almond Joys. Damn, I'm good.

Blessing of the baskets is today. I have always assumed this was a Catholic custom, but apparently it's a Polish Catholic custom - a German Catholic friend had never heard of it. We didn't actually dye any eggs before today, so it looked like there wouldn't be any to get blessed. Except I also boiled and dyed eggs since I came home from my stop at the supermarket. A dozen various pastel shades, done by sliding the still-hot hard boiled eggs into coffee cups containing cold water, a splash of vinegar, and a few drops of food coloring. Now that that's taken care of, somebody else needs to actually get the basket blessed. I'll be asleep.

One last night of work, then five days off. I'd better get those seeds started during these days off, or I won't be having any tomatoes this year!

Friday, April 10, 2009

That big pink thing in the sky

I was driving home this morning and I saw a big pink roundish thing low in the Western sky. It looked like a cloud touched by sunlight, but while broken up somewhat it was still clearly round.

What the hell is that?, I thought. It looked like some sort of big, pink counter-image of the sun, which had not yet risen. I racked my brain to think of an example of the rising sun somehow forming an image in the sky opposite itself before it had actually gotten above the horizon, and I came up blank. That would be some pretty damned peculiar optical geometry, to be sure.

Then I remembered that as my friends and I left the Mexican restaurant where we met for dinner Wednesday night, we were greeted by a Full (or nearly-Full) Moon. One friend exclaimed how great the Full Moon would look through a telescope, and I immediately rained on her parade by pointing out that the Full Moon shows much less interesting detail than any of the partial phases, which always have lots of shadows to highlight mountains and craters, and the image of the Full Moon is dazzlingly, overwhelmingly bright through a telescope (unless viewed through a filter.) Been there, done that.

I realized that what I was seeing was just the Full (or slightly past Full) Moon setting in the West as the Sun rose in the East, distorted by layers of clouds and fog hanging close to the horizon. I was able to follow its descent for a few minutes, but then the highway shifted direction for a bit and the Moon moved off to my right. When I found myself pointing West again the Moon was nowhere to be seen.

Tomorrow the Moon will be a little higher in the sky at sunrise, and a little less full. I wonder if I will have an easier time spotting it on my drive home?

Thursday, April 09, 2009

University of Scranton Class Reunion

A lot of friends have been asking me if I'll be going to the University of Scranton Class of 1989 reunion. My stock answer has been: I'm not sure, I'll have to see if I'm free then.

Turns out I'm not. It's scheduled for June 12,13, and 14, and I'm working all three of those days, as well as the 15th. So I'd have to take another full rotation off, after I've already scheduled a vacation at the end of April to do yard and garden work, and I may be taking more time off in August for a friend's wedding.

Even if I were free, I'm not sure I would go. When I graduated in 1989 it was as a double-major in Physics and Philosophy, headed off to grad school. When we had our ten-year reunion in 1999 I had been working as the DVD Asset Manager for a few months - not exactly something I had planned, but still, an exciting, interesting job that had me working with cutting-edge consumer technology while interacting directly with people in the movie industry.

Ten years later, and I'm a factory worker popping out DVDs on night shift. Not exactly a career path to be proud of. No wife, no kids...own a house I don't live in yet...

Thing is, some of the people I graduated with might be doing worse. A lot of them were working in firms directly affected by the economic downturn. Makes me wonder how many will actually show up.

So the reunion would be an uncomfortable, humiliating experience. On the other hand, it would also be an excellent networking opportunity - maybe. Would that be worth it?

I don't know. Somehow I don't think so. I've got Facebook, and I'm in touch with a lot of college classmates on there. I'm also just thirty twenty-five miles from the school, so if I want to interact with professors there, I can.

I'm actually planning to try to arrange lunch with one or more old Physics professors during my vacation at the end of April. To talk about the future and things like that.

I'd also like to buttonhole some members of the administration that I know. The school has a Career Planning office, basically designed to help graduating students get a start in their post-graduation careers. Why stop there? It's in the best interests of the University for every one of its alumni to have the most lucrative careers possible, so they will be in the best position to kick some of their income back to the school in the form of donations, scholarships, what have you. The school likes to boast of its network of influence throughout the nation. Why not put that to work?

So, bottom line: I don't think I'll be going to the reunion this time around. Maybe the 25th...

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Back again

Another four day break over, another work week beginning.

When I was on day shift the between-rotation breaks seemed to last forever. By the time I got to the third day off I always began to freak out: was this my third day, or my last day? Was I supposed to be going back to work in the morning? I couldn't rest until I consulted my shift calendar to be sure.

On night shift things are different. Your first "day" off is actually a night. You can opt to stay up through the day that first day, like I did this past Sunday, but that would be the same as staying up all night after coming home from day shift.

And as I found out this week, forcing yourself to stay up that first day and going to sleep at a normal time the first night does nothing to reset your body clock. I found myself staying up all night Monday and Tuesday, not getting to bed until after 4:00 the next morning each day.

At least last night I accomplished something. I stayed up making my chocolate covered Easter Eggs, mainly because I wanted to pass them out to some friends I was meeting for dinner today. For some reason I took six bowls containing five eggs each - two peanut butter, two maple walnut, and one coconut cream - even though I was only supposed to be meeting with three friends. At the last moment two others came to join us. As I entered the restaurant this evening, balancing the six cellophane-wrapped bowls in my arms, our server jokingly asked "Oh, for me?" I added the sixth bowl to her tip.

Now it's back to work for a holiday-shortened rotation. Then five days off, four days back, and then twelve days off as I take my first four vacation days of the year.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Easter prep

In addition to it already being Spring, it's already almost Easter. And I haven't done a thing to get ready - in the confection-making sense, at least. I'll take care of that tonight.

I had plans for today, big plans. But I didn't get to bed last night until nearly 3:00 in the morning, and didn't wake up until after 10:00. So I guess my Sunday escapade didn't really reset my clock, after all.

I'm meeting some friends for dinner tomorrow, but there are some other things I want to do before that. Maybe I'll get to sleep early enough tonight, and get out of bed early enough tomorrow, that I'll be able to make full use of the last of my four days off. Thursday night it's back to work, though just for a holiday-shortened week - ending at 6:00 Sunday morning. Which means I get to go to another church service straight out of work, sore and sleepy.

I'll be glad to have Easter over and done with. And maybe I should hurry up with the rest of The Stained Glass Project. I've been (mostly) holding my tongue about certain things, and I really don't want to hold it anymore. But saying these things will certainly make more than a few people say I am a bad Catholic, or maybe no Catholic at all. Wouldn't want to get excommunicated just before I finish with the windows, would I?

Monday, April 06, 2009

Holy crap, it's Spring

It was gray and cloudy most mornings this rotation, so coming home at the end of each night I didn't really get to see very much. Saturday morning was somewhat clearer and brighter. As I pulled up at the house I stared at the weeds sprouting out of the corner where the curb meets the street in front of the house.

Weeds. Gotta get out the weed-whacker, deal with them.

Then I thought Waitaminute, weeds? Wasn't it just Winter?

I looked up and down the yard. Buds were swelling. Blossoms were getting ready to burst forth. Things that I should have pruned long ago still need to be pruned.

Uh-oh.

Yesterday I was booked, with my crazy plan that actually worked. I did nap for a while at my friends' house - through Madagascar 2, from the point where all of the animals meet more of their own kind to the point where Alex the lion is tricked into fighting TseTse, and from there to the volcano sacrifice scene. About 8:30 I fueled up with food and caffeine and hit the road, parking at the service station across the street from my house shortly after 10:00. I then ran into the house to deal with the effects of too many diet colas, brushed my teeth, changed, and went to bed.

Today I woke up at 9:00 or so and didn't want to do much of anything. Watered the houseplants, dumped the furnace, pulled some books out of the library, monkeyed around with the DTV converter box some more. (I was able to locate all of the local channels, I think - more on that some other time.) But it was raining for much of the day, and looked like it would keep raining, so I scratched my plans for working outside.

I gradually became worried that my car wasn't going to get worked on. By midday it was still parked where I had left it. Around 1:00 or so it was gone, and I assumed (correctly) that it had been pulled into the station itself. I started to doze off in the same comfy chair that my grandmother had dozed in many times, but I roused myself and wanted to do something, anything, while I waited for news of my car. I decided I would assemble another bookcase. One of the big Sauder jobs.

I let myself into the unoccupied side of the house, which is gradually being transformed into a library, and grabbed one of the Sauder bookcase boxes. They're big - nearly seven feet long, I think - and heavy. I had just wrapped my arms around it and was dead-lifting it into the assembly area when the phone in my pocket began to ring. It was the service station. My car was ready.

Works every time.

Oil change went fine, new battery still good, passed inspection after both of the burned out license plate lights were replaced. (What the hell? I just replaced those nine years or so ago.) I drove the car back to my house and noticed as I parked that some of the grass was getting high.

I remembered this entry and decided I should have a look-see at the back of the house to see if the fast-growing section of the lawn was tall enough to justify mowing. It was. I also saw that the grass had dried enough - the rain had stopped two hours or so before - that it wouldn't gum up the lawnmower.

I was still wearing the sweats I had slept in, so there was no concern about getting them covered with grass clippings. But I didn't want to get my "good" sneakers (which are also my "work" sneakers) all grass-stained. So I changed into an old pair of sneakers I keep over there for such work. Then I let myself into the garage where I stored my lawn mower and my other garden tools at the end of last Fall. I frightened a cat out of the rafters - I'm hoping it has an appetite for garden-eating rabbits. (Must make a note to get some insect killer to deal with the Carpenter Bees that are eating my garage before they come out of dormancy in a few weeks. Also need to pick up an inexpensive flush-cut saw for trimming the dowels I'll use to plug their entry holes.)

Mowing the lawn didn't take very long. I got to observe the various plants and flowers gradually rousing themselves from their Winter dormancy: the Forsythia, the strawberries, the Stella d'Oros (actually, Stella de Oro daylilies). Should make a note to add irises, tulips, hyacinths, and daffodils for continuous color throughout the Spring.

I pruned a sucker that was growing from the base of my healthy cherry tree - I believe the replacement for the dead cherry tree has also died - and pruned my grapevines and removed any dead, diseased black-rot mummies from the vines and the ground underneath the vines. Then I did my best to remove any wild raspberry canes, which produce negligibly few berries and lots and lots of thorns, as well as some other weed stalks. The weeds will be back. I did this using a cheap little anvil pruner that had lost an essential screw, rendering it useless. I found a collection of screws, nails, tacks, and other assorted fasteners in baby jars in the basement, and one of them contained screws of precisely the sort that I needed. (Thanks, Jodgi - err, dziadzia!)

By then it was 4:30, and I decided I should leave to get something more substantial than the parfait glass of ice cream and two mugs of green tea that had been my only nourishment for the day.

Now I need to get to work on starting some tomatoes, and lettuce, and broccoli, and cucumbers...

Sunday, April 05, 2009

OK, here I go

Kinda got stalled on the "Eat" part of the plan. But now I think I'm about ready to move on to "Shower", "Change", and everything else.

Just noticed the weeds growing along the curb yesterday. If I need to break out the weed-whacker, I guess it's really Spring!

Saturday, April 04, 2009

So crazy, it just might work

So here's the plan:

Go to work tonight.

Stop for gas on the way home.

Don't go home, go directly to church for Palm Sunday mass. Mass is at 8:00, so maybe if I arrive there at 7:15 or so I may be able to park somewhere near the church. (Tomorrow morning I may qualify for "handicapped" parking after the fourth night of being on my feet for twelve hours.)

Come home from church.

Eat.

Shower.

Change.

Head down to visit my friends in the Poconos.

At some point, probably around 3:00 in the afternoon, fall asleep for an hour or so.

Head back to Nanticoke Sunday night.

Drop my car off at the service station across the street from my house across town for an oil change and annual inspection.

Walk across the street to my house and spend the night there. (I can't remember when was the last time I stayed there overnight.)

Sleep until I get a call from the service station telling me how much I owe them.

The major flaw in this plan is: I don't know if the service station has a key drop box. They should. If I can't find it, I'll just have to head over on Monday morning to give them my key, and then go back to bed.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Just a quick note

Thunderstorms are coming. I should leave extra-early just in case they slow things down on the highway. Which means I need to get off the computer, make my lunch, and take a shower...now.

I stayed up extra-late yesterday morning, figuring out my finances and paying what bills I could, and I didn't get to bed until 9:30. I let myself sleep past 2:00, but all together I got far less than the five hours of sleep that used to be my norm.

Last night I was working in a new area with unfamiliar machines. It took me several hours to get fully oriented to them . No new burns, though, and overall the night wasn't too stressful.

Went to bed as soon as I got home at 7:00 this morning. Aside from waking up once to deal with the can of diet cola and half-liter of water I drank on the way home, I sleep through until the 2:00 alarm. That felt good.

But now it's time to log off and get the ball rolling again. Halfway through this rotation!