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2.28.2003

E-MAIL THIS!

Which was a phrase I uttered on numerous occasions to a good friend of mine before I was infected by the internet. It was always accompanied by the single digit salute. Of course I have since embraced the net, or rather become completely immersed in it. I recall this little footnote, because I had the pleasant surprise of an unexpected e-mail from this same friend yesterday. It's been quite some time since I had heard from her, and I was immediately laughing out loud as I opened the attachment - A pic of our mutual friend Shawn, with none other than Lisa Loeb. They looked sooooo cute together, and Shawn is not someone who is typically associated with the word cute. Both of these kids, Emma and Shawn are up in the Pacific NW, which is cool because as I have a conference to attend there this summer, I will hopefully be able to combine biz and pleasure, and hang out with them. Makes the thought of hearing the words Rubric and Pedagogy endlessly for three days a whole hell of a lot more tolerable. I spend a lot of time out here in the middle of nowhere, pondering the lives of those I have been out of touch with. It's an easy thing to do when you have nothing else of import to distract you. It was a blast hearing from Emma, and hopefully we'll be able to keep in touch a bit more regularly.

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2.25.2003

RENDERING

I've had the pleasure of working with video again, taking me back to my undergrad roots - only now it's all digital. The project specifically is a 3 hour video put together some time ago by high school students from the Zuni Publo, about 30 miles south of Gallup. The real pain was getting in all the video from VHS into my PC. Much trial and error was had, but I finally completed that task, made the required edits, and set it to render. This is the funny part. 3 hours of video, at 30frames per second (the standard for broadcast TV), at a resolution of 320x240 (less than broadcast quality) with CD quality sound - will take about 2 days. That's right 48 hours or so of the computer doing nothing else, save building a completed digital AVI file. so much for the power of the Pentium4 2.0 Ghz. I've been checking on it off and on, since as it is a Windows machine, I half expect it to crash before the task is complete. So far so good though, and the progress bar tells me I have only about 18 hours of waiting left. Let's hope that I don't have to make any major changes. It's kind of amusing, because for all of the power of these machines, it's rare that any of us ever gives it a task so intensive that it ties the thing up for such an extended period of time.

My other technical endeavour of the week has involved reprogramming a Cisco DSL router for use with my DSL connection at home. See, the fine folks at MSN supply you with a crappy DSL router that among other things, makes it a nightmare to run multiple machines on it (to share the connection), and also has a built in Firewall so evil, that even many MS products will not work correctly with it (including MS games, MS netmeeting, and other network based appplications). MSN has been promising an updated firmware release to adress the issue for months now, but the supposed release dates come and go, and the tech support staff are oblivious to when (if) it will ever be released to the hordes of grouchy yMSN users. SO taking the proverbial bull by the horns, I bought a used Cisco ROuter from a co-worker. and set upon the task of re-flashing it's firmwar so that it was compatible with the type of DSL line running into my home (DMT vs. CAP) and then, using a standard modem, I had to dial into MSN with PPP loging turned on so that I could recover my login Keycodes to program into the Cisco (depending on how patient you are, I understand that you can actually get a tech support person to give them to you over the phone, but I tried and failed, so this method seemed more promising. After getting all the required info from several non-MSN websites, I set upon reprogramming the modem, using *gasp* HYPERTERMINAL - a program that I have not used since I was running Win 3.1 it was a strange but liberating experience, kind of one of those "I'm smarter than you" moments, and it's working wonderfully. My pings still suck when playing Unreal Tournament though, but that has more to do with my physical location (Middle Nowhere), than with the quality of MSN's service

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2.24.2003

STILL ALIVE

Once again I have become distracted from my blogging duties. I even had a concerned e-mail from someone wondering if I had given it up. Such is not the case. I simply was up to my eyeballs in Smart Classroom Installations and other assorted nonsense. I also had the joy of starting out last tuesday at 3:30 in the am, taking Ann to the airport so she could go to Philly and Visit her sister, who is currently working her way through an MBA program at Wharton. Apparently this involves drinking much Guiness on thursdays, and I now feel a bit cheated, in that my Graduate school experience did not have scheduled drink fests as part of the curriculum. Guess it's prepping them for all those future 3 martini lunches they will undoubtedly have to suffer through. So Tuesday was spent in quite the fog, and I never really fully recovered until last night, just in time for Monday. rah. Not much else of import going on, doing some planning for the June trip to the beach with the fam, and really trying to figure out how to spend a grand on powertools in the most effective way I can. I have really reduced my intake of daily news, keeping NPR as my only source of non-tech related reporting for now. I find it's the only way I can keep from wanting to scream.

I did come across a story about a female college basketball player who has been waging her own social protest against our government by not saluting the flag when the national anthem is played prior to her teams games. She is pretty much ridiculed at every game played on the road (not much in the article mentioned the home crowd's response). People chanting for her to move to another country, all the usual small minded BS you expect from the ignorant. Sad thing is you know that a large portion of the audience for college basketball games are college students. The fact that they do not understand the value of free speech and expression is alarming. I don't expect them to agree with the young lady - that would be hoping for to much. But the outward hostility is depressing, and makes me less sure that we will be rid of GWB and his war mongering cronies in another 2 years. Apparently Americans are all too eager to start a series of events that may lead to a complete restructuring of the geo-political landscape. One that very well may not leave us at the top of the pecking order. The upside of this whole story, i think, is that it is proof that there still are student-athletes who are putting the "student" first.

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2.12.2003

WE HATE IT WHEN OUR FRIENDS BECOME SUCCESSFUL

I will occasionally occupy my time with the pastime of Googling, which for those of you unfamiliar with the pursuit involves you searching Google with the name of an old friend, relative, potential date, or some random asshat you work with, and really want the full skinny on. I was searching the name of an old roomate of mine - one I lived with for 3 years actually, Todd. Todd was that rare kind of person whom you just know is destined for greatness, or an early grave, or both. I can still recall him up into the wee hours on a regular basis, locked in his bedroom hunkered over his powerbook, working on his writing. Todd was different from most aspiring writers that I have encounterd though, in two very major ways. For one he was an aspiring playwright, and secondly, he actually had some real talent. The kind of talent that when you are exposed to, you realize just how lacking in that very same talent you yourself are.

Todd, who was active in the same collegiate theater group that I was, happens to have been the youngest playwright produced by the Pittsburgh New Works Festival - based on bringing new artists in the region deserved exposure. While my feelings on that festival have been a bit tarnished over the years, at the time it was pretty impressive, and quite frankly still is. I recall him quoted in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, as to why he found this success at an early age (19) - and his reply was pure genius, and perfectly honest; "I guess it's because I don't write about college kids fucking."

He stayed active in Pittsburgh's cultural scene, carrying on a stint with the Pittsburgh Poetry Forum, doing freelance Theatrical reviews for the Post Gazette, and eventually landing himself a gig as assistant to the artistic director of The Pittsburgh Public Theater. By the way he accomplished all of this at an age when most of us were spending way too much time at the bar, or partying, or working shitty retail jobs and trying to figure out what we wanted to do with our lives - Todd knew.

Ultimately Todd's path crossed with another Western Pennsylvania Playwright. One who had achieved a laudable amount of National and International acclaim - August Wilson. Wilson, who was in town to open his then latest work, King Hedley II, apparently hit it off so well with Todd, that he asked him to be his assistant as they toured and worked the show prior to it opening on Broadway. Todd being nobody's fool, accepted the offer, and was off on a round the country adventure that did indeed get him to the lights of that fabled theater district.

I last spoke to Todd right about that time he was in New York, a few years ago. And he sounded well, was planning on doing some more of his own writing, and surely soaking up the residual from what had to be the professional experience of a lifetime. I've Googled him from time to time, but all the mentions go back to the King Hedley II days, and prior. Until today, when I stumbled upon thisthis seems that Todd and August are a good match for each other, so much so, that Todd will be directing the famed playwright in a one man show. Pretty damn impressive for a guy not even 30 years old.

So while I'm not really jealous in any spiteful sense, I would be lying if I said I didn't feel a little envy. Envy in that I know Todd is doing something that has been his goal since before I met him. A life in the Theater. Envy in that I still haven't found that place I want to be yet, and quite possibly never will. That's not Todd's fault though, and at least I know that for a short while, I was there to watch the artist as a young man. So while I still wrestle with the notion of dreams defered, at least I know they can be achieved.


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2.11.2003

WORST CASE SCENARIO

Well in a week or two I will know what the status of a certain Dept. of Education grant is for 2003. Thing is, This grant pays the bulk of my salary right now, so I am more than a little concerned about what happens to my job should the grant funding go into the tank a year earlier than anticipated. Seems that G.W.B, our pres. Is all about the state block grants. His man in the Dept. Of Ed. seems to be on board, so It all amounts to the appropriations people to decide which road to take and when.

It seems also that G.W.B. wants to purgre the Public Health Sevice (of which my wife is an employee of) or all active duty commisioned officers (of which my wife is in the middle stages of becoming), so if things go absolutely as badly as they possibly can, I think I will go quite mad. OK I won't go mad, but it will certainly take any luster (and in my view there aint a whole lot of it to begin with) out of Gallup. Again, this is worst case. Many many things have to go wrong for it to be that bad. Kind of like that old film of the bridge that self destructs because of the frequency of the vibrations that a blowing wind created across it's structure. It's unlikely, but possible.

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2.10.2003

JUST SAY NO*

*unless you are the U.S. military, in which case it's all good.

An interesting article on WIRED today about the military use of speed, for pilots. That's speed as in amphetamines. Did the Chiefs of staff never watch "Family Ties"? Did they not watch as Alex P. Keaton went from peppy to phsychotic in the span of a single "very special" episode?

It reminds me of something a good friend, who spent 8 years in the Navy, as a Nuclear Engineer often mentioned while he was enlisted. "I am government property." Kinda scary if you ask me. Our servicemen and women under non-wartime conditions are put under a tremendous amount of stress. Couple that with an impending conflagration, and mix in some amphetamines.......

Great Idea. The mind truly does boggle.

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2.04.2003

BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE IDIOTS


From: "Mr. Chan Fung"
To: curtconnolly@yahoo.com
Subject: Private Business Proposal!
Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2003 13:53:01

FROM THE DESK OF:

MR. CHAN FUNG
CHINATRUST COMMERCIAL BANK.
NAN KAN BRANCH, TAIWAN
REPUBLIC OF CHINA

I am Mr. CHAN FUNG, Bank Manager of Chinatrust Commercial Bank, Nan Kan
branch, Taiwan, R.O.C. I have urgent and very confidential business proposition
for you.

On June 6, 1998, a British Oil consultant/contractor with the Chinese Solid Minerals Corporation, Mr. Smith Lawrence made a numbered time (Fixed) Deposit for twelve calendar months, valued at US$30,000,000.00 (Thirty Million Dollars) in my branch. Upon maturity, I sent a routine notification to his forwarding address but got no reply. After a month, we sent a reminder and finally we discovered from his contract employers, the Chinese Solid Minerals Corporation that Mr. Smith Lawrence died from an automobile accident. On further investigation, I found out that he died without making a WILL, and all attempts to trace his next of kin was fruitless.

I therefore made further investigation and discovered that Mr. Smith Lawrence did not declare any kin or relations in all his official documents, including his Bank Deposit paperwork in my Bank. This sum of US$30,000,000.00 is still sitting in my Bank and the
interest is being rolled over with the principal sum at the end of each year. No one will ever come forward to claim it. According to
Laws of Republic of China, at the expiration of 5 (five) years, the money will revert to the ownership of the Chinese Government if nobody applies to claim the fund.

Consequently, my proposal is that I will like you as a foreigner to stand in as the next of kin to Mr. Smith Lawrence so that the fruits of this old man's labor will not get into the hands of some corrupt government officials. This is simple, I will like you to provide immediately your full names and address so that the attorney will prepare the necessary documents and affidavits that will
put you in place as the next of kin. We shall employ the services of an attorney for drafting and notarization of the WILL and to obtain the necessary documents and letter of probate/administration in your favor for the transfer. A bank account in any part of the world that you will provide will then facilitate the transfer of this money to you as the beneficiary/next of kin. The money will be
paid into your account for us to share in the ratio of 90% for me and 10% for you.

There is no risk at all as all the paperwork for this transaction will be done by the attorney and my position as the Branch Manager guarantees the successful execution of this transaction. If you are interested, please reply immediately via the private email address above. Upon your response, I shall then provide you with more details and relevant documents that will help
you understand the transaction. Please send me your confidential telephone and fax numbers for easy communication.

Please observe utmost confidentiality, and rest assured that this transaction would be most profitable for both of us because I shall require your assistance to invest my share in your country.

Awaiting your urgent reply via my email address.

Thanks and regards.

Mr. CHAN FUNG.


I suspect if I were to reply, it would go something like this:

Dr. Mr. CHAN FUNG,

I would be most appreciative if you would get bent.

Sincerely,

Curt Connolly

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