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Employment and geocaching

So, it appears that I am now semi-actively looking for employment. Although running my company is what I really want to to be doing, training seems to be a pretty hard sell in this economy, particularly when we are so specialized. While I am deeply frustrated about this, I need to acquire an actual income, so that I can pay bills and stuff. I think I made less last year than any year since grad school. And my expenses were substantially higher. Leaving me wondering why I don’t have tens of thousands of dollars saved up from previous years.

So, before I descend any further into self-pity, I should mention that I found THREE geocaches this weekend, two of which I had looked for at least three times before with no success. Just goes to show that life really is good after all – you just have to know where to focus your attention.

Camp Nelson

I went out to visit Camp Nelson National Cemetery today. Most people that I have spoken to are vaguely aware that it is out there, but have never visited. I was completely unprepared for the impact that the experience would have on me.

There are thousands of men and women buried out there who died to procure and defend our freedom and our freedoms. And thousands of them died without anybody knowing their name. Men who died in the Spanish American war lie beside those that died in Korea, Vietnam, and World War II. Men that I don’t know, with names that clearly came from several continents, died so that I can enjoy my freedoms.

If you have not been out there, I encourage you to visit, and pay your respects to the men and women who sacrificed everything for you.

Royalty check

I got my royalty check today, which is always exciting. I get to see how many copies of my books sold, and rake in the profits.

The check was for $7.09

Hmm. Clearly I should not give up my day job just yet.

Exploding glass

The Rodent’s Burrow: Gelled colloid versus stainless steel

I’m reminded of an experience in college. I had a glass-front stereo cabinet. One day, while I happened to be looking at the cabinet, the glass door shattered. There was no impact, it just shattered. And, to make it more exciting, all the little pieces shattered afterwards. In fact, for nearly an hour, I watched while pieces spontaneously shattered into smaller pieces. Kinda like watching corn pop, only not.

I still don’t really have any clue why that happened, nor have I encountered anyone who has had a similar experience. It was very very bizarre.

UPDATE: Almost 300 comments so far, mostly from people who have experienced this same phenomenon. See especially THIS COMMENT which contains a fairly good explanation of why this happened. Please read it before posting YET ANOTHER comment about how nobody knows why this happens. Plenty of people know.

Another Update: Somehow in my passion to purge spam, I managed to delete the comments from this post. Mea culpa. Summary: glass – particularly tempered glass – sometimes builds up internal stress, and shatters.

I’ve published a static version of the page and comments, from archive.org, HERE , or you can see their version here.

Evil caches

I found a cache today that was truly devious. It took more than an hour to find it, and when I found it, I simply could not believe how evil it was. It humbles me to think of my pathetic attempt to hide caches, when people put this much time and effort into hiding caches and making it a real challenge.

No, of course, I’m not going to tell you, and ruin it for anyone. Sheesh.

In fact, I was leaving, after 45 minutesof looking, when another cacher showed up, so I decided to stick around. One feels slightly less silly wandering around when there’s someone else there wandering around too.

Yet another power outage

Just had a 20 minute power outage, for no apparent reason. And it came back on, with no apparent explanation. Calling the electric company demonstrated that there is now no way to get to speak to a real person, so all I got was that there was a crew on the way out – who never arrived. So I have no idea what that was about. Apparently it was only this building, as all our neighbors had power. This gets very tedious after a while.

Blogshares

I’m somewhat baffled by the BlogShares phenomenon. It’s like a virtual stock market, where one trades blogs. But I’m really unclear how the valuation works. I just managed to sell 10 shares of my stock for a whopping $0.00 each because the interface is so amazingly unintuitive.

Evidentally RoUS’s blog is a member, as is sungo’s. And, yes, that was just a shameless opportunistic linking in the hopes of driving up my valuation, but I don’t really pretend to know if that will work.

*sigh*. I don’t understand the real stock market either.

Bigotry under the guise of political activism

I suppose I should not write about this, but it steams me quite a bit, and has done for a number of years now. And yesterday I got email (from a list that I have REPEATEDLY asked to get off of, I should note) that just irritated me to the point of having to do something about it.

In the song “Resist”, Rush says: “I can learn to close my eyes To anything but injustice.” I, on the other hand, am less tolerant. Stupidity and bogus logic go on my list as well.

So, here it is.

For a long time (too long) I worked for an organization called NumbersUSA. I should note that when I say “worked for” I don’t mean I was an employee, but that I did contract programming jobs for them through another company. While I was doing it, I had a real problem with the message that they were peddling, and which I, with my programming skills, was promoting. The message, in a nutshell, is that all the problems that we face in the USA are because of immigrants, and that we should not allow any more immigration, or, at the very least, push immigration levels much lower.

This message is patently hogwash. However, even if it had a shred of supporting evidence, they managed to completely alienate me by couching almost all of their messages in racist terms. Of course, they don’t admit that they are being racist, but most racists don’t.

So, anyways, here is the note that I received yesterday. I don’t recommend that you read the whole thing. It is long, rambling, and daft. But I’ll summarize one point.

A border guard was murdered, and it is presumed that it was done by illegal aliens in an attempt to get across the border. This proves conclusively that our immigration policies are too lax, and we should crack down even more on immigration.

Um. Yeah.

The logic in here completely escapes me, and alternate interpretations suggest themselves.

The guard was killed specifically because we have stupid immigration policies, and his death would have been averted if we had an open-border policy like most other modern, civilized nations have with their friendly neighbors.

Or, perhaps …

If our immigration policies are in fact moral, and it is in fact correct that we should keep immigrants on their side of the border, with lethal force if necessary, then surely the people working in these positions should understand that they are combat soldiers, and that casualties happen in that situation.

Or, perhaps …

If we crack down on immigration further, we should certainly expect to see an increase in this type of occurrence, since we will be increasing the tensions, and creating more of a war-like scenario.

Finally, my dear friend Roy Beck claims, in a wild passion, that our own borders (with friendly nations, he fails to mention) have less of a military presence than we have in some foreign nations (with whom we are on somewhat less friendly terms, and are, in some cases, in a state of near-war with) and that this should not be.

Clearly, Roy is living in a different world than I am. The USA has a lower immigration rate than most other developed nations. Nations like Switzerland, understanding that their nation is best served by bringing in the adventurous people around the world with enough chutzpah to leave their home and move somewhere else, actually offer incentives for immigrants. But Roy, under the strange impression that all of the whiteys that he does business with, and who give him large cash donations to keep the [insert favorite racial slur here] at bay, are in fact native residents of this soil and not, in fact (gasp!) immigrants themselves.

When we lost the NumbersUSA contract, I felt an enormous surge of relief — I no longer had to devote my days to supporting something that I felt was grossly immoral. I can tell you numerous stories of things that this organization accomplished, but you might have better luck just reading their web site. I won’t directly link to them, just in case they have the technical know-how to reverse-track to my web site and sue me for slander or something.