Archive for August, 2006
I’ve had season tickets to Virginia Tech football for, gosh, I guess about 9-10 years now. About once a year I also attend an away game. I’ve traveled to three different bowl games. I’ve paid $250 for a ticket to the National Championship game in 1999. And during the 2001 season, I attended every game (home, away and post-season). Yet still, deep down, I don’t feel like I’m a true college football fan.
I’m not devastated when we lose. I don’t cut my hand punching kegerators and I certainly don’t break my ankle trying to tackle away my frustration from a loss. I don’t spend my mealtimes for days afterwards rehashing individual plays, criticizing calls or analyzing our offensive line. I can translate very few numbers to player names. And I never seem to notice holding until someone starts shouting and pointing. So sometimes I feel like my days are numbered.
“One day they will figure out I’m a fraud!” I often joke, “A Football Fraud!”
I was almost caught red handed in 2001. We were leaving the stadium in Charlottesville when some folks stuck in the typical post-game traffic inquired about the game.
“Who won?” they asked.
“Tech,” I said.
“What was the score?”
“Uh…” I absolutely had no idea, not even the slightest clue, what the final score was!
Luckily, one of my companions answered quick enough that my ignorance went unnoticed!
This week marks the beginning of Virginia Tech’s 2006 Football Season and I’m starting to suspect that maybe my affection for football is stronger than I realize. In the past few weeks, I’ll catch a brief moment where the temperature and the wind hits me just right to remind me fall is on its way. Involuntarily, like Pavlov’s dogs, I get excited thinking about the upcoming games and tailgates and all the excitement and energy that accompany them. I don’t quite salivate, but I have a large amount of anticipation. I’m anxious for football season to begin!
Then more telling– this weekend I wrote a letter to my cousin Adam. I start off the letter innocently mentioning that football season was starting soon and then before I realized it I had written multiple pages on the things I enjoy about college football. I even reminisced fondly about the Texas A&M game we played during the rains of Hurricane Isabel.
The William Morva news only got a couple of paragraphs. Great Uncle Chuck only got a couple of paragraphs. News on Carolyn and Jay got a paragraph each (Sorry Carolyn and Jay). But Virginia Tech football— that warranted the bulk of the communication?
Somehow, somewhere along the line, it seems my claim to be a “football fraud” has turned out to be…fraudulent.
One of my contract work projects recently went live. Without that ongoing obligation, I had something that resembled free time! I got a number of things done:
- I started a cleaning effort of our house– knocking out two bathrooms, mopping the kitchen floor and preparing the carpets to be shampooed later in the week (that’s a fancy phrase for “vaccuumed”).
- I caught up on some letters. Kicking off that effort– a lengthy letter to my cousin Adam who recently arrived in Iraq. Another cousin, Allison, also made my list.
- Installed new showerheads in two bathrooms.
- Replaced a broken toilet seat… unfortunately, I was under the impression our toilet was white. Once home, it was painfully clear the the toilet is in fact beige. Regardless of color, the white toilet seat is slightly more presentable than a toilet seat with a big ole crack in it.
- Contract work — I didn’t escape it all, but my obligations were such that I only had to work in the evenings!
And finally– Hiking! I didn’t go on the 20 mile hike (and wouldn’t you know it– the other hiker reported seeing 4 black bears), but my shin and I were able to sneak in a 4.6 mile hike this afternoon with Jimmie, Henry and Mike E. We went down the War Spur Trail to the AT Connector Trail to the AT and then to Wind Rocks. Not a toughie– but a wonderful outing.
(Jimmie enjoying the view at Wind Rocks)
(Mike E and I have hiked hundreds of miles together, but this is the very first picture that features both of us.)
The rest of the pictures of our War Spur-Wind Rocks hike are on my website.
I think the biggest display of strength during hiking is one of the least expected moments. It isn’t the high altitude hiking of Mt. Bierstadt or any of my longer treks on the Appalachian Trail. Instead, the moment I believe I exercised the most strength and combatted the most temptation occurred on a short little, innocent-seeming hike.
Sometime during the spring of 2005, I woke up anxious to hike. I also awoke with a head cold, but I figured I’d hike through it. I packed up the dogs and drove about an hour to Bland County to knock out the southern most portion of the Roanoke Appalachian Trail Club (RATC) maintained trail. It was going to be an eight mile round trip.
Well we finally arrive at the trailhead and I must have walked 50 feet on the trail before I realized (much like G.O.B. on Arrested Development):
“I made a huge mistake.”
I was congested. I had a headache. I felt feverish. But I’m stubborn when I get on the trail. It’s true that I often doubt my own abilities (refer to People Get Held Back By the Voices Inside Them). But probably one reason I’ve consistently trumped those doubts is because I’m so stubborn and determined to make it to my destination and back. And maybe the stubborness is in turn fed by the notion of spiting the doubt.
So back to Bland County. I’m sick and on the trail. In this case my stubborness was amplified by the sunk cost of driving all the way down there. So what do I do? I keep going. I hiked a piddly 1.3 miles before fortitude finally came my way. It was at that point, I made the decision to turn around and return to my car. I wanted so much to continue– to knock out the full eight miles– to accomplish what I came out there for. To further complicate matters, this would be the first time I’d given up on a hike. I know it sounds counterintuitive– but it would have been easier for me to continue and suffer through it than it was for me to turn around.
So… the strongest thing I ever did hiking was giving up.
Well tonight, I’m mustering a similiar strength. Tomorrow morning, I’m picking up a visiting hiker from the Potomac Appalachian Trail Club and dropping him off 20 miles away from his car so he can hike back. It’s a favor numerous people have done for me (Sean, Bill C, Larry Bowman, Mike E) and I’m happy to assist another hiker. The particular section he’s doing is Peters Mountain with Rice Fields. This is a section of the trail that I’ve never done before and it connects the two RATC-maintained sections. It’s 20 miles, a mileage I would love to accomplish in a day. I really, really, really want to go along on this hike.
BUT…. not only do I have a list of chores I hope to accomplish this weekend, on Wednesday I injured my left shin running hills with Jimmie (Get this– I was targetting hills because I want to improve my hiking ascents!). Today at work, I could still feel the pain in my shin even on a short journey— say to the restroom and back. Logically I *know* it is not the time for me to attempt a 20 mile hike. But boy, my heart and soul craves it. I know I’m injured. I know that it would only get worse with added mileage.
But still, I daydream about that hike. I rationalize that hike. Maybe my leg will feel better in the morning. Once I ascend that first 1500 feet, it’ll be flat! My daily doodles (prominent when I’m waiting for someone to do something on the phone like reboot a server or run an install) were centered on the hiking theme.
I get home and even though my decision has supposedly been made– I still look at the maps and the AT guide and think about the hike and the logistics. How much water. What food should I bring along.
But– it will be an unfulfilled dream. At least for tomorrow. I will have to be content with a different type of exercise– exercising my will power.
Summoning the strength to wuss out.
One of the neat things we take advantage of in QualTrax is Microsoft’s DSOFile.dll. That DLL allows programs to view and/or update the properties of Office documents without requiring Office on the server or requiring the bulky overhead of Word Automation (which Microsoft does not recommend on a web server).
This ability may not sound that exciting until you realize Office provides a Custom tab in the Properties window to let you record your own unique information. QualTrax takes advantage of this to embed (and subsequently display!) specifics about the document and its lifecycle in the document itself– stuff like Revision Number, Publication/Effective Date, Editor, Expiration Date and even the Signature Manifestation for FDA 21 CFR Part 11 approvals.
Migrating this feature over to .NET 2.0 and C#, I ran into some peculiar behavior.
The process worked beautifully when I was filling in “TODO” for every field. As I started to flesh out the Document objects, I plugged in real live information. That’s where I ran into problems. Everything would run smoothly with no errors to hint something was wrong.
After the code executed I went to open my Word document and it would open normally. All seemed well. However anytime I went to Word’s File->Properties menu, Word 2003 would crash:
Clicking on What data does this error report contain? provided little assistance:
Once I reopened Word– if I went to Insert->Field; selected DocProperty as my Field Name, I could see my custom variables listed in the Field properties list box and I could insert most of them into my document without crashing. Saving after inserting those fields was another matter altogether. 😉
When I went to the file through Windows Explorer and right clicked on the Word file and selected Properties, the normal Word Properties window would come up. Alas, when I clicked on the Custom tab, my fields were not displayed:
So I went through a fun troubleshooting experience. First I thought DSOFile was not completely writing my file, but that wasn’t it and because I was using System.Runtime.InteropServices.Marshal.ReleaseComObject I knew the object was no longer interfering. I thought maybe the approval record data was too long, but that wasn’t it.
After opening and crashing the same document a few times in a row, Word takes the liberty of repairing the document for you and removing the what it thinks is bad. That’s where I got a good strong lead– I could see it added all my fields until it got to a date field that would have been blank.
“Eureka!” I thought, “It must not like that crazy 1/1/0002 12:00:00 AM date.”
But my heart sank a bit when I ran to the code and saw that I had already accounted for that (Blast that foresight of mine!). If the date was null or the system default, I replaced it with an empty string. But for kicks, I changed that function to replace those bad dates with my second favorite test string, “TODO” (Side note– my favorite test string is “ISUCK” or variations such as firstname.lastname@example.org).
I ran it again and after a series of crashing and reopening, Word repaired the document. This time it got past all the blank dates… but it stopped right before a text field that would have been set to an empty string. So I intercepted those blank fields and changed them to “N/A”.
Ran it again and great success! No crashes and all variables were accounted for. Times were good.
At that point I was unenthused about having to account for the different languages our application runs over. I was just thinking “What’s N/A in Portugeuse?” when Mark Duncan asked, “Can you use a space?”
I changed my “TODO”s and my “N/A”s to a space– ran it through and Word 2003 liked that. So there you go. A blank space is perfect– no need for translations there!
If you are using a DSOFile.OleDocumentPropertiesClass object and calls such as dsoDoc.CustomProperties[index].set_Value(ref myValue); through C# and you started getting similiar Word 2003 crashes— be on the lookout for empty strings in your field values. A quick little check may be all you need:
if (myValue.ToString() == “”)
myValue = ” “;
This weekend I read an interesting article in American Legacy. It was called “The Evolution of Benjamin Franklin” and it was about how through his life Franklin migrated from slave owner to dedicated abolitionist. He so much adopted the cause, in fact, that his last public writing was on the subject. He published a letter in the Federal Gazette on March 23, 1790, 25 days before he died. Basically the letter was responding to congressional debate on a recent petition to free the slaves.
Now here is the part I found especially interesting. Franklin did not write the letter as himself. He wrote it as a fictitious guy name Historicus. And this Historicus did not shoot down the rationale and arguments of the southern congressmen– he agreed with them! This character enthusiastically started to quote a speech that was supposedly given in Algiers 100 years earlier (It wasn’t– the speech was made up). In this speech a man named Sidi Mehemet Ibrahim was defending the need to keep their slaves and in this case the enslaved were white Christians! Some quick excerpts:
If we forbear to make Slaves of their People, who in this hot Climate are to cultivate our Lands? Who are to perform the common Labours of our City, and in our Families? Must we not then be our own Slaves?
I also like the rationalization that the slaves’ lives were enriched and better in captivity:
Here [the slaves’] lives are in safety. They are not liable to be impressed for soldiers, and forced to cut one another’s Christian throats, as in the wars of their own countries.
And in case the thought of enslaving white Christians was offensive to the Federal Gazette readers, Historicus made sure to revel in the fact that “great” minds think alike:
Mr. Jackson [the Congressman from Georgia] does not quote [Sidi Mehemet Ibrahim’s speech]: perhaps he has not seen it. If, therefore, some of its reasonings are to be found in his eloquent speech, it may only show that men’s interests and intellects operate, and are operated on, with surprising similarity in all countries and climates, whenever they are under similar circumstances.
You know who Franklin’s Historicus reminded me of? Borat!
Both fictitious characters came from a culture the average American of the day would know very little about. As a result, both characters were able to use an innocent, naive perspective of our culture to expose its silly and prejudiced thinking.
If only all those outraged people at the Salem Rodeo knew… Sasha Baron Cohen was merely following in one of our founding father’s footsteps.
Nice. I Like.
Ben Franklin’s Full Letter to the Federal Gazette
Sunday night I walked to church. Sunday night is not a typo. When I attend, I go to the 6:15 Mass. It’s my church’s special LIFE TEEN Mass. So the congregation is a whole bunch of teenagers….and Vicky!
My journey was two miles one way. A perfect distance to get out enjoy the day and exercise without becoming too sweaty for even God to love. However, my journey was long enough that if I wanted a timely dinner, I needed a ride back.
It was my agnostic husband who made my walk possible! Without a single roll of the eyes or even an irritated sigh, he volunteered to pick me up at 7:15.
It got me thinking a bit. There are a number of aspects of my lifestyle that Sean does not subscribe to, approve of or especially respect. Nonetheless, he often exerts effort to facilitate me. Two other examples come to mind at the moment:
- Sean does not care for NOFX. He has, on occassion, said that punk music gives him a headache. Yet, very often when an album comes out, I don’t have to step foot in a music store. I’ll return home on a Tuesday evening to find the CD waiting for me on the breakfast nook. Ultimately he is punishing himself– increasing the odds he has to hear the music he does not like. 🙂 But, he secures the CDs anyway.
- About once or twice a year, Sean will join me on a hike. It’s not his first choice of activity and there is the ongoing threat of snakes, but he’ll come along. However, I think it is Sean’s logistical help on the hikes he does not go on that should be highlighted. He has woken up early a couple of times to drop me off at a trailhead. One day in fact, he woke up at 5 AM on a day off to help shuttle me to a trail! And it was common for Sean to have a steak and baked potato waiting for me when I arrived home. He knew without being told, the exact meal my body was craving after a long trek! Even though he only physically walked 2.5 unique miles on the Appalachian Trail– Sean’s contribution to my RATC Patch was much more significant than my spreadsheet could ever reveal.
So maybe I don’t have a husband who’ll come along with me to church, listen enthusiastically to my music or will spend a summer day hiking. I do have a husband who in his own way contributes to those efforts despite his distaste. I have a husband who’ll walk the dogs so I could work late. A husband who’ll wait to start the DVD so I can go jogging. A husband who’ll run errands to accomodate my contract work and a husband who’ll read my story even though he hates fiction.
Maybe, just maybe, that is a little more telling than a husband who would blindly embrace my every whim.
(I say maybe, so I can still reserve my right to complain when the mood suits me! 🙂 )
Yesterday, Juliann Poff, her son Benjamin, and I made a trip up to Moneta, Virginia to help the Pinkertons paint their hallways and stairwell. It looked like a daunting task. There was a great deal of decorative trim to paint around and we had to take down some wall paper as well. But teamwork proved to be effective and we knocked the whole task out in three or four hours!
Some quick journal excerpts on the adventure:
At first I fretted about our sloppy handiwork. Then I realized it was only sloppy compared to Barbara Herrala (an impeccable painter!) In many places, we could see misplaced paint or missed spots from the past TWO paint jobs! Frequently I was trying to dab up a spill to discover it had been there for years!
Well there were some accidents we couldn’t blame on the previous owners of the house:
At one point I went to fetch a chair and I noticed I tracked paint into the kitchen. My sandals had paint on the soles! I removed them– but quickly got paint on my feet! Even though the end result was the same (I had paint on me) when it was on my feet, I could feel the dampness and I knew it was there. I knew to be more cautious.
My feet weren’t the only body part to get paint on it:
We also painted the ceiling. That was the toughest work. Especially upstairs where the temperature was noticeably warmer. But as hard as it was, when I painted the ceiling there was a refreshing cool mist that descended my way. I knew what it was — PAINT! But it was so refreshing, I kept with it. At the end of the day, my face and hair were littered with delicate little white specs.
Anyway, it probably doesn’t sound like fun, but it really was! Even the drive was filled with good conversation and went by quickly.
Plus we got free pizza and sweet tea!