Monthly Archive for August, 2003

Henry Street: A new chapter

Henry Street, CambridgeI posted some photos of our new apart­ment, and it occurred to me that Sev­eral things are noteworthy:

1. Its in a house. Odd.
2. It faces a small park, and is a block from the Charles River = green space
3. We’re no longer in the heart of Cen­tral Square — it’s a a good 10 minute walk to the red line now.
4. I don’t like being far from the red line
5. Dark hard­wood floors are cool. who knew
6. Pres­ley is happy we’re moving. which is reason enough

Typepad

I’ve re-​upped my sub­scrip­tion to Type­pad, mostly because I love the fea­tures. The photo album alone is worth the $11.96 a month.

Anyhow, one added bonus, is the abil­ity to dole out dis­counts to deserv­ing folks:

As our thanks for taking the time to help beta test Type­Pad, we’re offer­ing you the chance to share the sav­ings of a 20% life­time dis­count with twenty of your friends and family mem­bers. We really appre­ci­ate the com­mu­nity that has formed during test­ing and we hope that it con­tin­ues to thrive as the ser­vice grows.

Let me know if you’re inter­ested — it’s great soft­ware from great people.

Words Cannot Convey…

We vis­ited our apart­ment again tonight, and it seems as if they are re-​wiring the unit. Holes are slop­pily punched and cables run through our walls, leav­ing a dust­ing of plas­ter on our belong­ings, and clumps of the stuff on the floors, in the sinks, and on our bed.

G & P Man­age­ment didn’t even think it nec­es­sary to let us know, so we could pre­pare by boxing up our stuff… no, instead, the elec­tri­cians had to work around the mess, (which was cre­ated when the clean­ing crew turned every­thing inside out 2 weeks ago), so of course they man­aged to break every­thing in sight.

coffee maker, george fore­man grill, french press, blender, speak­ers, bot­tles of alco­hol, wine glasses, shelf, frame hold­ing auto­graphed Liz Phair album cover, grandmother’s ori­en­tal rug, & star-​shaped paper latern… we’re keep­ing a list.

Almost Choke

My par­ents are in town vis­it­ing, and I thought it would be fun to go to a Red Sox game…

Never-​mind that it’s late-​august, during a pen­nant and wild-​card race, in the cra­zi­est base­ball city with the small­est sta­dium in mlb.

After trying in vain to find 4 tick­ets together for this week­end on craigslist, I ponied up and started call­ing bro­kers. These guys must make a killing – that’s all I’ll say.

We ended up 10 rows up from Pesky’s poll, way the hell out in right field. Still, the rain held after a vio­lent thun­der­storm, and we got to see a ter­rific game.

I love Byung-​Hyun Kim, but he simply has to stop with this chok­ing thing. A closer is a closer. Lights out.

Too bad I forgot the dig­i­tal camera…

W32.Welchia.Worm

It’s worm week here at my work­place. The lastest little virus is the W32.Welchia.Worm, which has attacked our inter­nal servers here, and spread like wild fire.

The funny thing about this virus, is that it’s pur­pose seems to be to clean up last weeks’ mess, the MS Blast worm. The Welchia goes into a system, deletes the MSBlast virus, and tries to down­load a patch from Win­dows Update. How friendly!

At least it’s a friday — maybe we can all get out of here.

W32.Sobig.F@mm

Someone I know (who may work at mit.edu) is spread­ing the
W32.Sobig.F@mm virus… it’s not a ter­ri­ble worm, but annoy­ing to keep get­ting hun­dreds of emails in my oth­er­wise spam-​free work email inbox…

Howard Dean Jams

And he played harmonica as well...More evi­dence that this guy has appeal out­side the 2 coasts…

Play­ing the blues, and he’s self-​taught.

I don’t think Clin­ton had chops like that.

Temporary Digs

Due to the fire, we’ve taken up tem­po­rary digs at a friend’s apart­ment in All­ston. Plum-B is stay­ing in Maine for a while, and he didn’t need his room, which he offered to us for noth­ing in return.

His 3 room­mates (and house-​kitten Alfie) have been truly gen­er­ous. And I’ve got a fellow weblog­ger to talk CSS and XHTML with — Jason writes at yovanoff.com. And our cat Katya has another kitten to bully around.

Life can get pretty strange, but it’s oddly com­fort­ing know­ing that your friends can pull it together when you need them. Now, we’ve got to figure out how to sue the pants off our landlord…

Persistent Annoyance

I still can’t figure out what’s wrong with my CSS… it crashes IE5 on Mac OSs 9-X, and Win98. A good chunk of my audi­ence gets a crashed browser when they visit. HELP!

UPDATE: Matt Jacobs has earned my total respect and humil­ity for point­ing out this little problem:

I fig­ured out what the prob­lem is and it’s not your fault. It’s in here:

#gray {
float: left;
padding: 8px 5px 8px 8px;
font: 82% “lucida grande”, arial, ver­dana, sans-​serif}

For some reason, the float:left in this id is caus­ing the browser to crash. If you take out “float:left;” then the page loads just fine. In fact, the page looks exactly the same when you take it out (at least in IE and Safari). So, there is your problem.

Well its a relief that it wasn’t my fault, per se… but, I can’t account for why I’m using those floats… I guess I thought it was for good mea­sure. Which is why I’m set­ting a new rule: Don’t write a bit of CSS that you don’t know what it is doing, or that you can do with­out. Time to clean it up, I think.

I also stream­lined much of the code. Indi­vid­ual archive entries have com­ments & track­backs down the right bar, to save your scrolling. Also, the menu nav changes depend­ing on the post category.

Fire, Part II

Fire photo albumIt took longer than expected to post pic­tures of the fire. Here are the details:

We had a little fire in our build­ing on Friday afternoon.

Friday, around noon, my girl­friend Pres­ley was at home… and she heard a bump — which she thought sounded like a neigh­bor drop­ping some­thing. Shortly there­after, the build­ing fire alarm went off and she approached the door. There was some smoke coming in.

So, she opened the door, and saw that the hall­way was filled with black smoke. She couldn’t tell where the fire was coming from, so she closed the door and called 911. They told her to stay put, and put a wet towel under the door.

She grabbed our cat Katya and put her in her crate, and opened the windows… wait­ing for the fire­men. Finally, 20 min­utes later, 4 guys came crash­ing through our door with axes and O2 masks, and checked to make sure she was okay. Of course she was, she just wanted to get the heck out of there.

Fire photo albumSo, they decided it was too dan­ger­ous to go out through the hall­way, so they started axing the heck out of our front win­dows, rip­ping the frames right out of the wall. They helped Pres­ley onto one of those lad­ders, and helped her walk down to safety. One of them car­ried the cat down too, who was remark­ably calm for a change.

Once she was on the ground, she called me, and I left work.

As far as we know, the cause of the fire was this:

The apart­ment next door to us was vacant for about a month — so they must’ve had trou­ble fill­ing it — so they decided to refin­ish the hard­wood floors. When con­trac­tors were sand­ing the polyurethane, they appar­ently didn’t turn off the gas. I’m not sure what the con­nec­tion was that started the fire, but the “bump” that Pres­ley felt was some kind of explo­sion. It could also be related to the polyurethane fumes and a lack of proper ventilation.

They had the entire block roped off, and as far as I know no people or pets were injured (includ­ing Pres­ley and Katya). The fire­men were really great, as were the Red Cross, EMTs and the city of Cam­bridge. With the excep­tion of glass, no win­dows, and smoke, we have no fire or water damage.

We stayed in a Bed & Break­fast for the week­end, and we are now stay­ing with friends — so we are set­tled and comfortable.

Time to look for a new apartment…

Fire!

Big news in our lives at the moment — there was a fire in our build­ing and we had to move out while they clean up and rebuild.

I really wanted to post about it while I was stand­ing around on Mass Ave Friday, watch­ing the fire­men and EMTs. Time to set up Moblog­ging, I suppose.

Nobody was hurt, includ­ing our kitten Katya… more details to come, along with a photo album of the scene and the damage.