I got another scam call today, this time from number 920-215-8899. It said “attention” in Spanish, after which I hung up.
I’m getting tired of dealing with these.
I got another scam call today, this time from number 920-215-8899. It said “attention” in Spanish, after which I hung up.
I’m getting tired of dealing with these.
I found a great site called GPS Visualizer which will take your GPS tracking information and turn it into a Google Map. Shown here is our track from our Sunday sail of Lake Gaston. Winds were out of the south-southwest if I recall, and were fairly strong.
You can see our outbound trip in blue and our return trip in purple. As you can see, we had to make a few tacks as we were sailing close-hauled due to the wind. The southernmost point on the purple line is where we almost got dumped by a rogue gust (one of the dangers of sailing close-hauled). At that point, I yanked the sails down and we motored back to the dock!
There was also an incident where a pontoon boat, apparently piloted by a blind woman, crossed dangerously close in front of us, missing us by mere yards. Apparently she was unfamiliar with the rules of the road and couldn’t see the 25-foot sail in front of her.
We had a bunch of stuff to do this weekend, as evidenced in my last post. Today was no less busy.
After Hallie’s soccer game yesterday we went directly to the Naylors’ house on Lake Gaston, arriving in time for dinner. We had time to unpack and visit a bit before turning in (though I had time to send some pictures to Facebook).
This morning we ate a breakfast of bagels before I began to rig our sailboat for a sail around the lake. We shoved off a little after 11 AM and enjoyed strong winds as we sailed up to the Eaton’s Ferry end of the lake. The wind direction on our return leg wasn’t as favorable and we found ourselves tacking one too many times, which delayed us for lunch. I finally pulled down the sails when we almost got pushed over by a freak gust of wind on our last leg back. We motored the rest of the way in, in spite of the brisk winds.
After lunch, I spent the next two hours unrigging the boat and pulling it out of the water. It had been a long time since the boat had been out of the water and it showed in the hull’s appearance and my mistakes in loading it on the trailer.
We almost lost the boat this afternoon, too! Ralph and his neighbor Ken helped me tow it back to the tiedown pad where we keep it. As Ken and Ralph unhooked it from Ken’s hitch, the front of the trailer rocketed skyward, tipping the boat backwards and almost dumping it over the hill! Fortunately, Ralph and Ken held on to the trailer long enough for us to get it under control. It turns out that we hadn’t lifted the boat far enough forward on its trailer and thus it was back-heavy. Fortunately, a quick tow back to the ramp successfully winched the boat into its proper position.
Now it’s late. I’ve done far more lifting this weekend than I should have, I’m partly sunburned, dehydrated, and I’ve got work tomorrow morning. This weekend was a lot of work but a lot of fun, too.
Yesterday the whole family participated in a community build of the new Lions Park playground. Initially, Kelly and I were going to switch off so that we could keep the kids occupied and also have time to get ready for the lakehouse. Instead, the kids got to pitch in – meaning we all got a chance to help.
We all had a great time and helped put in a wonderful new addition to our neighborhood park.
The Treasure Ship, a landmark from my childhood visits to Panama City Beach, Florida, was damaged by fire yesterday.
The Treasure Ship was one of the last places there that I still recognize. I hope it can be repaired but I’m not optimistic.
My usual way home from work, Interstate 40, was backed up this afternoon so I took a detour through RDU Airport. As I drove past the terminal, I watched as an airport police officer stridently whistled away a car that was being parked at the curbside.
As I passed the terminal, I got to thinking at how ludicrous it is for officers to shoo people away from the curb. I mean, if a truck bomb parks there it doesn’t really matter if it’s for five hours or five tenths of a second: the result is the same. And if someone wants to create terror of that nature there are plenty of other places with large crowds.
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I tell you I’m running from one thing to another lately. I’ve still got to blog about the hijinks in the General Assembly with Time Warner Cable’s attempt to kill off fiber competition. I also have some bad behavior to expose from a local activist. And there’s a few bigger issues I’ve been meaning to write about.
This weekend’s going to be packed full of events, though I should have time to write tonight as Kelly’s going to kid-sit for the neighbors. Saturday starts with a bang with Hallie’s soccer game. Then we get to take our first look at the new N.C. Museum of Art. After that, our neighbors are hosting a party in advance of the World Beer Festival in Raleigh (I’m just attending the party). When we get done with that, we go to ANOTHER neighborhood party where we may spend some time.
Sunday is … uh, relatively quiet with just a neighborhood birthday party for the kids, a piano recital for Travis, and another party after that. And maybe I can get some exercise in there, and perhaps some gardening. Wow.
I got word today that my contract may not be able to be extended due to company policy. Thus I could be in need of work.
If you’re looking for a good sysadmin or (preferably) sales engineer, drop me an email. Thanks!
(Oh, and you can find more about me here).
I gave a talk at UNC yesterday on climate change from a national security perspective. This wasn’t an official “Operation Free” event but it came about from my association with Operation Free. I was invited by the North Carolina Conservation Council to speak to interested students on climate change. The talk was sponsored by Earth Day Revolution.
About 40 students showed up: pretty respectable considering it’s finals week! I was a panelist with three experts (I was going to say “other experts” but that would put me in their league). My ten-minute talking time was taken up with five minutes of the Pew Climate Patriots video, leaving me five minutes to tell my story. Well, it turns out five minutes isn’t enough – I had so much to say that when I returned to my seat I was kicking myself for not covering some items. Still, my speech seemed effective and I was told later that I did an outstanding job.
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Wow, what a busy weekend! After a relatively-quiet Friday evening, we had an action-packed Saturday. In the morning I got to work on our garden area, staking it out and deciding how much work I wanted to put into it this year. Putting that for a bit, we ate lunch and prepared for Hallie’s soccer game at Brier Creek.
Before we left for the game, I discovered that Southern Culture on the Skids was to play in downtown Raleigh right in the middle of Hallie’s game. We went to Hallie’s game (her team got seriously outplayed, sadly) and then boogied downtown, where we were soon boogieing to SCOTS. There were only a handful of songs left in their set by the time we got there, but we found our friends and got grooving like we’d been there all day.
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