Driving

I pull out of my driveway and crank up my iPod. Even before I’m out of Elizabeth City I’m in road-trip mode, observing, relaxing, enjoying the ride. Each mile, each road sign means something to me, a face or a memory, or a point in life.

The bumpy bridge in Edenton makes me thankful that it’s shorter than the rocky trip from Quito to Babahoyo, the only significant time I’ve ever in my life been car sick. This one other particular bridge just outside of Hertford means there’s a speed limit drop ahead, the one I first noticed when I was heading this same way to see Lydia at governor’s school almost two years ago. I left home a couple hours late for that trip too. I had a better excuse then, though.

Williamston. There’s a Subway on the left where James, Jerry and I ate at the beginning of our Florida road trip in April of 2006. We hadn’t even managed to make it out of North Carolina before we stopped. Not even more than an hour before a food break. That’s when I knew it was going to be a looong spring break that year.

17 South turns into 64 West. I pass the exit for Conetoe, and I remember Leigh Denny teaching me how to pronounce the obscure North Carolina town’s name. There’s a very large, very destroyed tire that reminds me of that one we blew on the band bus on the way to a jazz festival one year. Possibly even the jazz festival in Chapel Hill, though I can’t really remember anymore. Whether it was the Chapel Hill trip we blew the tire on or not, I think about that first time I was on UNC’s campus, another fateful Subway meal with Mike, and standing above Cosmic Cantina, having no idea what it was or how many times the two of us would be in the same exact spot.

Now I’m on a real highway. Not sure exactly when that happened, but 64 has widened up; there are more lanes. Somebody has hit a dog, one not much bigger than that fox I hit out in Weeksville on the way to Julia’s several Christmases back. It was really cold that weekend. I hope it’s not that cold when we run on Saturday. And I hope I don’t hit any animals. I’ll still hear my dad’s voice if any stray dogs run in front of my car “…don’t swerve, just hit it… you’re more important than the dog.”

Oh yeah. And running. Why haven’t I been running more? At least I’m a little bit back in shape (time warp: little do I know).

There’s some more debris on the asphalt, off to the side where it’s blown or pushed out of the lanes. Like the random shiny road debris I looked at from dad’s Nissan pickup in Atlanta. I got sick one morning before school. I was about nine, and for some reason Mom wasn’t home. Dad took me to work with him at Southlake that morning, and rather than being my usual chatterbox self, I stared out the window at the early morning Atlanta skyline, the street lights, and the coins, bits of rubbish, car components, various highway fragments just off the side of the right lane. I distinctly remember looking out the left side of the car, although that’s ridiculous since I would have been on the passenger’s side of the truck.

That was a cool trip. Even though I was throwing up at six am, I was eating Skittles in my dad’s office by eleven. Skittles… should I stop somewhere before I get there? Dang! I’m on 40 already. When did that happen? Pretty soon I’ll be on 440… like that time I accidentally drove around the whole thing twice, was late getting back to work at Goody’s (why I came back from that road trip the same day, knowing I was scheduled to work at 5:00 I can’t possibly figure out now), and ended up being thankful Ada was the manager on duty and didn’t care that I’d be in (just barely) at six, so long as I was around to mop the floor at nine, since none of the girls would.

I pass the exit for Rock Quarry Road. Jerry and I stared at that sign off and on for 3 hours once. We were on the way to Chapel Hill, and then on to Greensboro to see Cameron and Roberto. I was planning to spend the summer in Ecuador. Jerry had no idea as he sat in my car that he’d be coming along for that adventure as well. Neither of us even thought we’d get around the wreck that shut down the entire Beltline that night. It finally forced us to backtrack, cut through Cary, and take 540 on the directions of a liquor stand clerk, a buzzed guy in line, and two cops at the only grocery store that was open, and after they gave us three sets of directions that took us back to where 440 was stopped.

And suddenly I’m in Chapel Hill. Why do people think 195 miles is so far away? And why is my butt asleep?

Header Image Randomizer

There’s a seven-in-eight chance that you’re looking at a new header on my site. That’s because I did some work and put up my image randomizer, finally. I’ve known about this little piece of code forever, and I’ve actually had it sitting around unused since at least March 17 of last year. But it’s in use now, and the result is that you’ll see a different header every time you visit the site. (If you want to have fun with it, press Ctrl+F5 right now to clear the cache and refresh, and you can cycle through them in random order).

I’ll have more images cycling through the header soon. It takes a little bit of image editing to get one the right dimensions to work, so I’m really proud of the seven that I’ve done in addition to the original header. Thanks to Mike Turner for referring me to this code, and Matt Mullenweg for originally writing it.

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This blog originally posted at www.dannypeck.net (cruise on over there and you’ll understand).

Across Two Februaries

Oh come on, I’ve made worse references.

Tonight I did some dp.n maintenance. I now own my domain for at least the next two years. I have no recollection of whether my hosting package automatically renews or not, so the site may still dissapear in five more days. I’ll try to pre-empt that.

I also upgraded my WordPress software. That’s basically everything that you’re looking at. I used to write 100% of my own code, and now I’m lazy and let blog software handle my posts, layout and pages, subpages, and photo gallery. Do I feel any less hack? Not really. I could still do it the hard way if I wanted.

I backed up my entire website, plus an additional WordPress backup, PLUS I imported it to my wordpress.com account (the software comes from wordpress.org, which is functionally an entirely different entity). I was getting ready to manual install the software and then I had an incredible idea. What if my host’s control panel would do it for me automatically? Turns out my hunch was right, and rather than spending the next three hours hacking away at code and uploading it all, here I sit with a new install of WordPress on my server, and all it took was three clicks and about 40 seconds.

At any rate, it probably looks no different to you. No changes even for those (few) of you who login to leave comments. My control panel is organized a little differently (different, not better). My posts will have a couple more categories to go into (I had reached the limit of number of categories I could have in the previous software version, but that number has since been increased). But no automatic aesthetic differences.

So was I prepared to upgrade, even before I knew it would be easy? Well, basically the entire reason I upgraded my software was to get rid of this annoying little message that told me every time I logged in that I needed to upgrade from version 3.1 to version 3.7. And the first thing I did when I finished was login to WordPress and glance up at the top of my dashboard.
Frakking message is still there. It now just says I need to go from version 3.7 to 3.7.1. Manually. Yeah right.

In fact, it will probably be right around February 2011 that I bother to make any major changes, when domainsite and intersabre start reminding me that my domain is going to expire again. But it has definitely been fun to look through all my files as they downloaded through my ftp client and take note of all that I’ve written, all that I’ve learned about web hosting, software, plugins, and writing since February 16th-ish last year. And certainly to think about all the things I’ve had to write about since then: Hospitality, smiles, children, airplane rides (ten), different countries, states and a districts, a dozen new best friends in an 11-hour range of time zones, a jungle, unexpected returns to favorite places, a new instrument, a new language, brothers, a brother, my brother and bros (nope, not a typo), and the Truth that permeates every one.

Almost a Year

Oh, and you thought this was a real blog entry. NOPE! I’ve got a ton of drafts, three from today, even. But this is a reminder to ME that my domain name expires in 5 days. If you see me between now and Monday, ask me if I’ve found all of my necessary documents and re-registered dannypeck.net.

You’ll be getting a longer reminiscense soon. And posts longer than two paragraphs.

Ali Baba and the Animagus Thief

I’m pretty sure this breaks the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy:

 http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090123/ap_on_fe_st/odd_goat_thief

In other news, Statute is a really hard word to type. Happy Friday.

Update 2/13/2021: I have revisited this post multiple times over the years, and the news story keeps getting moved around, so I finally just added a screenshot of the story since the link is dead.

Thoughts from an anonymous "airplane" commentator

All day today, everyone’s been writing news articles and blogging about planes. And not to intentionally join the trend, but a comment on a blog about airplane safety caught my eye.

Turns out Popular Mechanics put to test the myth about every airplane seat being equally safe. You can read the article if you want the ins and outs of the statistical data, but in jet crashes with both fatalities and survivors (as opposed to one or the other only) the back seats are generally safer.

Out of 19 crashes between 1971 and the present with sufficient data to analyze, the front, middle, and back of the plane had 49%, 56% and 69% survivability in a crash. And while they made a big deal out of it, I’m not changing my ticket over 20% higher chances. Which brings me to my next point.

One of the commenters on the article wrote that a lot of things affect the safety of each seat and each passenger. While this person listed off proximity to the wings and engines, as well as the overall structure of different parts of the plane as being factors, he/she ended with another important safety factor: and individual’s “belief in God…”

I don’t know whether they were joking, or if they were seriously making statistical implications about prayer. But I do know that next time I get on a plane, the reason I’m not worried about that extra 20% average survivability rating is that I’m safe.  If I get there at the end of a long life or a short plane ride, I’m going to the same place.

Twenty-three

I don’t usually make a big deal out of my birthday. I tend to be proud of myself when I make it through the second week of January and nobody at work has realized it’s gone by. But since I’ll never get around to writing anything meaningful to every person who sent me some kind of message today, I figured I’d make a mention of it here.

By the time I came home for brunch between church services today, I had birthday messages from 5 countries on three continents. Yeah. By 10:15. I won’t even list off States, but they streched from California to Vermont and Florida to Washington state, representing friends, family, and friends that feel like family.

Sophia and I were talking the other day about getting facebook messages from people you’d otherwise hardly ever talk to. But much as I laughed at some of them, it was really cool to realize how many places and times and stages of my life were represented by the pile of little “Happy Birthday” and “Feliz Cumpleaños” posts, e-mails, and phone calls I got. There were even text messages from Mississippi, California, and Taznakht, Morocco in there. A text message from Morocco, people. Holy crap.

I also feel like twenty-three is a good age. Seems like every third rock band writes a song about (or at least mentioning) age twenty-three.  Plus I got to play guitar all day and eat quesadillas three times within 23 hours. And it’s the last birthday I’ll celebrate in this country for at least 729 days. So all together, it was great. Thanks for all the birthday wishes.

Figures

So about 60 hours after I just reinstalled Windows XP Professional on my desktop, Windows 7 is getting released as a Beta. If I’d known that, I would have just waited two days.

Oh well. I may still put it on my second hard drive. I need a new project, and I’ve never Beta tested a new operating system. And if anyone else is interested, you can download the Beta from Microsoft here, starting tomorrow (January 9, 2009) afternoon.

Fresh OS

My desktop computer is about 4½ years old. As I told John once, when he asked me what brand it was, it started out a “Dell,” but now it’s a “Dan.”

In the time I’ve owned it, I’ve upgraded the RAM (still not enough, but more than my laptop that runs Vista) and the monitor, added a second hard drive, dual booting with Fedora Core 2 Linux, and installed a DVD burner, a legacy Zip drive (for kicks) and a superfluous amount of peripherals (did I really need a Skype phone? I’d like to think so). And once before, and now once again, reinstalled the operating system.

Most people either don’t need to do this or they don’t know that they do need to do so. Or, like my parents, they’re lucky enough to live with one or two people (in this case Colin and me) who recognize when this is a viable option. As for me, I reinstall my operating system instead of paying for anti-virus software. I figure I come out monetarily even and intellectually better for this strategy. Thirty bucks a year that I haven’t paid for the last 3½ years is worth more hours of my life than the relatively short time it takes me to 1) keep my Registry and Microsoft Configuration in an organized, virus/mal/spy-ware-free state and 2) give the operating system a fresh start twice (and hopefully never again) over my computer’s life. Even if it wasn’t worth it simply in time, I get practice in doing things manually and identifying what really needs to be on my system and what doesn’t.

In fact, just in the time it took me to write this, I’m up to 96% of my primary hard disk drive formatted and ready for a new copy of XP Pro. It hasn’t slowed down my blog writing, and this time through the reinstall preparations, I learned where some of my favorite programs store their files and managed to back up a huge amount of files, correspondence, and other writing, aside from over 20 gigs of music and 14 gigs of pictures that needed to be added to my archives anyway.

My procedure is down to a science at this point:

  • Make a copy of “My Documents” (including “My Pictures” and “My Music”) on my External Hard Drive (I’ve learned to keep everything actually organized within these directories for just such an occasion as this)
  • Move all objects on my Desktop to a copy on the External HDD
  • Create a copy of my Thunderbird and Skype profiles from the Application Data directory, also placed on the EHDD
  • While this is all moving (USB is only so fast, and this generally takes upwards of an hour), download install files for all the multitude of awesome, free software I have and collect them in a folder for quick reinstallation purposes. This includes drivers for my wireless internet adapter.
  • Two things I forgot to do were uninstall Microsoft Office from my computer and to write down my computer’s name. I don’t think Microsoft is going to notify me that I’ve exceeded my licenses for Word since still only two computers will be using it (desktop and laptop). We’ll see how that turns out. And it’s not overly important to have the same computer name. In fact, I have a couple of friends who would specifically not recommend it. I just don’t like having to learn a new computer name for those times when I’m searching for files, shared drives, or printers on the network (although if I needed to write it down, I guess I didn’t learn it very well). However, it was easy to retrieve from my laptop. Just looked up my laptop’s default printer, which was the one attached to my desktop, and took my desktop’s Computer Name out of the address.

    Now the reason for all of this is that I had a very obnoxious virus on my computer. I know how to remove it both with automated software and manually, but I don’t like clogging up my system with one-shot anti-malware programs any more than I like clogging it up with the actual malware, and I’m just to lazy to remove such a huge chunk of information from the Registry as that which “XP Antivirus 2009” puts in there.

    Aside: If any of you ever see “XP Antivirus 2009,” don’t believe anything it tells you. I was fortunate enough to be able to recognize it as fake anti-spyware that puts more fake malware on your computer and then claims your computer is infected and asks you to pay for the full version to remove the fuax adware. It’s also hard to eradicate, and annoying as sin with its little pop-ups on your desktop. Add this to my laziness, and here I am reinstalling my OS. I also figure that it’s probably not the only thing that has slipped through my (very tight, but not impervious) manual computer security.

    Annoying as it is to wait for 3 days or so as Windows update catches up to the current level of updates (there are good and bad things about strictly successive updates), it’s refreshing to look at my clean desktop and know that even with half a decade of dust built up inside it, it’s basically functioning as a brand-new right-out-of-the-box machine. But this time around, I’m definitely putting at least some free anti-virus software on it like a normal person. I hope the next operating system I install is Windows 7.

    UPDATE: Here I sit at 2:49 am watching update 13 of 48 install itself. And all of these have to install before I even get to XP Service Pack 3 and the updates since then. But so far, so good, and the only thing I’m still fighting with is the display settings. Amazing what this thing does on its own.

    UPDATE 2: And here I am at 3:07 am, downloading Service Pack 3. And believe it or not, I’m typing this from my desktop, not the laptop. Already functional.

Banned words

Generally, I don’t agree with banning too many things. I love banned music and banned books, and if you went to high school with me, you weren’t cool unless you were banned or nearly banned from Wal-Mart.

But banned words… we need more of them. Each year, Lake Superior State University puts out a List of Words to Be Banished from the Queen’s English for Mis-use, Over-use and General Uselessness. The Associatd Press did a nice write-upof this year’s, and I’m happy to see that the emoticon “<3 ” made it onto the list.

<rant>It doesn’t even look like a heart. I think that my unwillingly-adopted sister Laura Turner was the first one to explain to me what the heck it was. And aside from its overuse by twelve-year-old girls, it is undeniably overused by twenty-something girls in their facebook photo albums and even in otherwise legitimate and expensive corporate advertisement (fortunately or unfortunately ” <3 ” is not a searchable term and I can’t find any of the images I’m looking for for your veiwing pleasure).  </rant>

Also on this year’s list is “maverick,” and I’m equally surprised as Jeff Karoub that “change” didn’t make it. I was really pleased in the past when “weapons of mass destruction” and “undisclosed location” made previous lists, and though I might actually use “-monkey” as a a suffix more often now, I’d really like to see “tasty,”  “mmmbye,” and “economy” (good, bad, or otherwise, I don’t want to hear about it for 50 years) on the (unfortunately non-binding) 2009 edition.