I return to Annapolis tomorrow morning for another three days ashore …er, or something like that. Two days will be spent in admin training and the last day will be a customer upgrade, I believe. I’m hoping to get more time to look around, too, but we’ll see.
Check with y’all later.
My current employer uses Zimbra for email and calendar hosting. I’d been told that there was little that my favorite email client, Thunderbird, could do as far as interacting with Zimbra.
Of course, I got IMAP email working with Zimbra fairly easily. To my delight, though, I got Thunderbird syncing with the Zimbra server’s calendar feature! Here’s how it works:
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Man, I’m just loving this weather lately. Its like a taste of the weather we’ll enjoy when we visit the San Juan Islands next week. Kelly and I both agree we’re looking forward to Washington State’s occasionally-chilly weather.
On another note, I was amused to see Sunday’s News and Observer’s travel section feature the San Juan Islands. What would y’all write about if it wasn’t for me? 🙂
Growing up in Charlotte in the early 80s, my teenage channel-surfing would occasionally land me on the PTL Club program. Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker were over the top, larger than life. I found myself mesmerized (Messnerized?) by their cheesy show. When it happened that the PTL was ripping people off, though, I wasn’t the least bit sorry to see Jim Bakker go to jail.
I thought that would be the last I’d hear of the Bakkers but Tammy Faye remarried, becoming Tammy Faye Messner and moving on with her life. In her post-Bakker activities I wound up having far more respect for her than I’d ever imagined I would. I was sorry to learn that Tammy Faye lost her long battle with cancer Friday at the age of 65.
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I arrived home at 11:45 last night. The trip took ten hours, rather than the seven I’d hoped. Traffic south of DC was, as expected, stop and go all the way to Stafford county. I spent the majority of the trip loudly singing along with my Barenaked Ladies MP3s.
I took a pit stop at Fredericksburg, where Chris joined me for dinner (or more correctly, talked as I ate dinner). It was good putting a face with a name, though I was sorry the driving forbid me from enjoying a tasty malt beverage during my visit.
I’m thinking I’ll skip the driving to Annapolis for this upcoming week. Or dust off my flight training books and get serious about becoming a pilot. The driving wasn’t so hard on the driver as it was for the driver’s car.
I was also invited to visit the Naylors at the lakehouse, but it was 11 by the time I drove by. The whole family will head over there tomorrow and enjoy the day. We don’t plan to put the boat in the water, though, as the next few weeks will be very busy for us and the interwoven weekends are too valuable to spend them packing, unpacking, rigging and unrigging.
Barry Bonds can hit all the home runs he wants, but he’ll never be as good as Hammerin’ Hank Aaron. No one ever accused Hank of juicing.
On another note, he might have fists full of money and athletic talent, but Michael Vick is still a punk. The NFL should suspend him just for that.
I’m headed back to NC sometime this morning. It’s been interesting being here. Almost like going to another country.
I wish I’d had some more time here to look around, because the countryside is beautiful. There are lots of cornfields on either side of the highway, and the corn is tall. Coming back from the customer site yesterday Chet and I passed by our first (and only) horse and buggy. Later, we walked into Applebee’s behind a gaggle of Mennonite girls, all dressed in pastel-colored full-length dresses. I don’t see that everyday.
I hope to swing by the Harley Davidson plant on the way home and perhaps get a tour. Then its a seven hour drive back to NC (if traffic behaves). I do the whole thing over again Monday for another three days in Annapolis. It will be good to be home today, even if its a short while.
I was waiting for my coworker, Chet, to meet me in the hotel lobby so we could grab dinner at the neighboring restaurant. He arrived just as the elevator door opened to reveal a large family: parents about my age and four kids, maybe 10 years old and younger.
“Are you going down?” I asked.
“Yes, we are,” the mother replied, somewhat reluctantly.
“Good,” I answered cheerfully, “so are we.” Chet and I stepped into the elevator.
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Whoops.
It seems I started a firestorm recently on the local Triangle Internetworkers (INW) mailing list. The INW list is the mailing list for local tech geeks where subject run the gamut.
One poster was looking for broadband options for his church. I suggested that it’d be great to have options, including municipal ones, and I linked to my prior post about the Local Government Fair Competition bill.
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I have good hearing. I guess I come by it naturally, since my mom (at least) has good hearing, too. One of the reasons I never snuck out of the house as a kid like my brothers (and sister, so far as I know) did was knowledge of my mom’s hawk-like hearing. Then again, my hearing could also be a product of my former employment, once as a recording engineer and again as a code-copier in the Navy.
Yesterday, I commented to my office mate how the air conditioning sounded like one of those annoying cars with a thumping bass amplifier. I could hear the blower units above my head resonating, producing a deep bass beat frequency. “Wow, you must have sensitive ears,” he commented. Apparently he didn’t hear it as well as I (and I wished I didn’t!)
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