And Other Bad Words
Alpha played a significant part in her school concert, singing the opening of a song with a small group of students. She sang well – she may have a future in chorus.
The rest of the concert was well done, too. The usual mix of kids that sing with the group and kids that stand there and look around. Alpha was in the former group. (I was almost always in the latter group.)
Kids love parades. My kids love parades so much they could think of nothing better than to march in a parade, and the opportunity presented itself when their karate dojo announced that it was going to be in the Wilmington Memorial Day parade.
This was our first time with the Wilmington parade. Last year we went back to Connecticut for Memorial Day.
I solo-parented (Megh was working at the LEGO store) and stationed myself near the end of the route. I waited for the kids to pass, then waited for them to finish so I could pick them up. It was a long parade: somehow we wound up with the Boston Shriners (and their silly go-carts) in addition to our local Masonic chapter, so the parade took a half hour to arrive and three quarters of an hour after that to finish passing by.
My sister-in-law, Kelly, earned her Masters in Environmental Education from Hood College in Frederick, MD. Road trip!
We rolled into town on Friday morning, 1 AM. (I would have stopped earlier and finished the drive in the morning but arrangements had been made.) Delaware was the worst, as usual — expensive tolls and traffic problems, even at midnight. I hate Delaware.
After a late start, breakfast, and a quick dip in the motel pool, we visited Kelly at work – the Chesapeake & Ohio Canal National Historic Park.
An excellent lunch in town at the Desert Rose Café, then a visit to Antietam (a quick hop skip and jump down the road).
I, unfortunately, took a nap in our car while the rest of the group did the self-driven tour in Joan’s car, but I did capture a great photo from the visitor’s center.
We laid low in the morning, except for an egg and sausage casserole that Kelly made which couldn’t be beat.
Hood college has a beautiful campus. The ceremony was appropriately timed and the weather was beautiful.
Dinner was at a local brew pub, Barley and Hops. Their porter was delicious.
We went to Cunningham Falls with a huge crew: Tim, Kelly and Damien; Joan; Jerry and Karol (Kelly’s parents); Max, Manmeet, Uma, and Simon (cousins and their children). Plus ourselves.
We split two ways and took two different trails – the easy and hard ways. They meet at the falls (pictured).
Afterwards, since we were so close, we headed over to Gettysburg and walked to the “bloody wall” from the museum. The kids kept going like troopers.
I was called for jury duty today. I’ve never served on a jury before and, stroke of luck, I still haven’t – the required number of jury seats were filled before my number was called. I’m still exempt from serving for another three years, though!
It’s a shame, really – after I saw the case I was actually looking forward to being on the jury (just a little). It would have been a same day trial. I’ve never seen a trial before, and I briefly considered staying and watching as a member of the community, but I was hungry and it was almost lunch time and I wanted to eat with Megh if I could (which I did).
I was surprised by the friendliness of the court staff. One would think that stepping newbies through the system two or three days per week would make them tired of the same stupid routine, but everyone we (the prospective jurors) interacted with was friendly and courteous. They behaved professionally — even with the one guy who was apparently stoned for jury duty. He was interviewed but ultimately not placed in the jury.
My second cousin, once removed (I think) is getting married. I couldn’t be happier for the couple, but when I saw the invitation my jaw just about dropped. I wish we could go – if the invitation is any guide, it’s going to be an excellent party. With bacon!
Linux has an impressive tool set, if you know how to use it. The philosophy of using simple tools that do one job (but do it well) with the ability to chain commands together using pipes creates a powerful system.
Everyone has to transfer large files across the network on occasion. scp is an easy choice most of the time, but if you’re working with small or old machines the CPU will be a bottleneck due to encryption.
There are several alternatives to scp, if you don’t need encryption. These aren’t safe on the open internet but should be acceptable on private networks. TFTP and rsync come to mind, but they have their limitations.
My new personal favorite is netcat-as-a-server. It’s a little more complicated to set up than scp or ftp but wins for overall simplicity and speed of transfer.
netcat doesn’t provide much output, so we’ll put it together with pv (pipeviewer) to tattle on bytes read and written.
First, on the sending machine (the machine with the file), we’ll set up netcat to listen on port 4200, and pv will give us progress updates:
pv -pet really.big.file | nc -q 1 -l -p 4200
pv -p prints a progress bar, -e displays ETA, -t enables the elapsed timenc -q 1 quits 1 second after EOF, -l 4200 listens on port 4200Without the -q switch, the sender will have to be killed with control-c or similar.
On the receiver (the machine that wants the file) netcat will read all bytes until the sender disconnects:
nc file.server.net 4200 | pv -b > really.big.file
nc will stream all bytes from file.server.net, port 4200-b turns on the byte counterOnce the file is done transferring, both sides will shut down.
Our school system sponsored a ‘Family STEM Night’. Being nerds, of course we went. Two hours of playing with stuff!
The coolest table was all about dissecting owl pellets. I helped Beta uncover a vole (we think it was a vole – it could have been a small rat, the jaws are pretty similar).
There were also tables with:
One dark spot: a table that was supposed to be about archaeology but it was muddled, including this dubious definition:
Archeological Dig
Next Generation Science Standard:
3-LS4-1. Use fossils to describe types of organisms and their environments that existed long ago and compare those to living organisms and their environments. Recognize that most kinds of plants and animals that once lived on Earth are no longer found anywhere.
Well, the kids had fun and didn’t notice the mistakes. Alpha and Beta both left talking about going into biology – which makes me happy. And I guess the fair achieved it’s aims.
Oh, and there was a hovercraft. It was not full of eels.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPy1H0PNzLU
Alpha’s choice of birthday party was laser tag at MVP. (Last year we celebrated her birthday with mini-golf at the same place.) So with a small group of her friends and a couple of adults, we tromped in and had a great time!
I rocked the scores. Admittedly, there were more kids than adults (myself, Sam, and another adult not attached to our party) and a bunch of kids (again, not all attached to our party) but I really did wipe the other team out twice – two for two. Sam was a not-too-close second.)
I think we need to assemble some more adults and have another laser tag party there some time. It’s like paintball without the bruises.
Afterwards: pizza and cake and video games, of course. Gifts were exchanged, some of which Alpha was really excited to see.
Alpha is currently off for a sleepover at Rho’s house. (Like other greek letter-named people in this blog, that is not her real name – though I could imagine someone naming their child Rho so I feel like I should note that occasionally). After all the trouble Alpha had in adjusting to the move, I never thought that we would be exchanging kids with another family so regularly as we have with Alpha and Rho.
Just an aside: I was chatting with Rho’s mother during the party, and it turns out that Alpha and Rho were rating boys at the last sleepover. <sigh>
Beta child has hit her first big karate milestone: graduating from a white belt to orange.
Not much story for this one, just some photos that I snuck in when I wasn’t too busy watching.
The newly-promoted students demonstrated their kata – the forms that they learn in class. The higher-level students (quite a few adults, older than me) looked choreographed in their moves – exact and synchronized.
I stayed for the entire ceremony, simply thinking that it would be polite, and found the higher-degree demonstrations to be fascinating. The nunchacku was especially cool – Beta thought so too.
Chicken Parmesan is the ultimate insult. You beat a piece of chicken to a pulp, then dip it into the guts of it’s unborn young before roasting it. Alpha as fuck.