Got up at 4:30 and had a look for the comet. Nothing from my balcony so I dressed and went up to the roof, but no luck. I wasn’t certain where to look, but I noted that I could not see a single star anywhere near the horizon. Lowest stars at least 20º up. Must be moisture or haze or something. I could clearly see Venus at about 40º up, due East. Back to bed.
Later I found a web page with a better description of where to look, relative to Venus, and it should be just almost straight out from my balcony. I will try tomorrow morning and won’t have to go to the roof.
I did the aerobics class at 7:30, and at 10 went out for a 2-mile walk. Worked on the model, mostly patching up where a couple of things weren’t fitting together right, which meant un-gluing pieces and re-gluing them.
Today was the first time in several weeks when Housekeeping cleaned my room. Our 6th floor person before was Wanda, but she volunteered to go be a nurse’s aide in our nursing wing, and people who’ve talked to her since say she is very happy with this new role. I wonder if it’s higher pay? Or will put her on track for a higher paid job post-pandemic? Anyway our cleaner is now Marta, who is maybe 4′-6? She makes me feel like a basketball player. She zipped through the place in less than an hour, where I was taking 90 minutes even with practice. Probably did a better job. In fact, certainly did, because besides the inside she managed to get all the dead leaves and blossoms off the balcony, too. I would sweep out there, but she must have vacuumed it.
Went for a run in the morning. Worked on the model a bit. There’s just a long punch-list of things to finish up on. Pretty sure it will be wrapped by the end of the week. I’ll take a gallery of pictures and then… what? I wonder if I can sell it through the CH gift shop?
This was a day of three zoom meetings. At 2pm the Residents Association Executive committee met. One topic was the upcoming RA general meeting. There is an on-going issue — well, it is an issue in the minds of a very small but determined minority of residents — and the question was, should it be put on the agenda.
Here’s the issue. A decade ago, CH signed a contract with T-Mobile allowing the telco to put an a cell tower on the roof our our building, which is the tallest building for some distance around. CH gets a nice rent, over $30K a year, and all was fine until a year ago when Certain People got a bee in their bonnet about the “health hazard” of having radio frequency energy all around. The matter was presented to the Board (a bunch of local luminaries who set policy and manage the finances of CH) and during that deliberation, it emerged that the contract with T-Mobile was so written, that CH could not unilaterally terminate it for another decade, assuming they wanted to, without severe penalties. Not that they wanted to, the Board deciding there was no problem.
The cell tower was brought up a couple of RA meetings back, and Rhonda, responding for the staff, recounted how CH had paid for a rather expensive technical survey to measure RF energy all through the building, and levels were well below the FCC recommendations. Which of course satisfied none of the people who are deeply suspicious that all that RF will rot our chromosomes or something. (I could have saved them the survey money just by showing them my T-Mobile cellphone, which consistently shows only 2 bars of signal inside the building. The antenna on the roof is designed to radiate horizontally and serve phones all around us; it is designed not to waste energy radiating downward, and my phone suffers for it.)
So the Executive committee decided the item would not be on this month’s agenda. It will no doubt be brought up during the open Q&A at the end of the meeting anyway.
At 3:30 we had another book talk; this by Susan Hartzell reading from her new biography. Fun stuff about growing up in the 1950s in various places.
And at 5pm we had our 6th floor meeting. Joined by Maggie, normally my two-doors-down neighbor, from the porch of her cabin above Fallen Leaf Lake, next to Lake Tahoe. Much joshing about how she had sworn never to have internet installed in the cabin her parents built in 1929, and here she was with her laptop, pine trees behind her. She’s not in a rush to come back, because by current rules anyone who sleeps away from CH has to go into 14-day isolation on return. She might not be back until the first snow.
During that meeting there was discussion about the new comet, NEOWISE (named for the telescope that found it; what are they going to do for the next comet it finds? NEOWISE-II I suppose.) So I went to bed a bit early planning to get up and look for it.
Did the 7:30 aerobics. Then finalized my contribution for today’s CH Writers meeting. This is a weekly session where those of us with a claim to be wordsmiths, meet and read something we have written, usually something short in response to a “cue” that Connie, the chair, gave us the week before. I’ve had nuttin’ the last two or three meetings, the cues just didn’t spark anything. But this week’s cue was, “write about a journey, either one you have taken or one you imagine.” Pretty loose. And something came to mind, and when it was down on paper, or, um, pixels? it read pretty well. It’s short, I’ll insert it at the end of this post.
That meeting over, I did some work on the model. Really finicky shit. I have a picture to show two of those finicky items.
One, the hood ornament, which is a bit of chrome plastic not much bigger than a fingernail paring. Had to actually cut a little hole in the hood to mount it in, also. And the license plates! What you get are little blank chromed rectangles, they are 12mm by 6mm (say 1/2 inch by 1/4?). Well crap, we can’t have blank plates; how to get proper vintage plates? My painting skills do not stretch to that.
I went to Da Googles and looked for images of Washington license plates and by golly, there was a plate with a 1954 tax sticker in a vintage auction. Captured the image, brought it into software, and with only about 45 minutes of cursing and reprinting, got it printed at the correct size. Cut them out with the X-acto, stuck them down to the plastic with clear acrylic and put clear acrylic over them. The “54” on the tax stamp didn’t quite resolve, but hey.
Pretty soon it was time to run my Zoom meeting. This was to show three other volunteers from FOPAL how the Slottr.com sign-up sheets work. Especially to Raji, who runs the membership committee, how to get the sign-ups out to an Excel spreadsheet so she can verify membership, and prepare roster printouts for sale day. But also went over every step of creating and editing a sheet, so other people are trained in how to do this.
So that was a day. I’m going to watch The Titan Games (I do like my cheesy reality shows). Oh, right, the thing I wrote. I gave it a really good reading, too. Where there is a horizontal line below, I came to a complete pause, looked around, then made like, oh, you want to hear more? and continued. What a bullshit artist I am.
This is a story that I have never shared with anyone before: one of the few transcendent moments of my otherwise mundane life.
It is nineteen sixty-two. I was twenty. I spent my days stringing wires inside the Pacific Telephone switching office on Bush at Montgomery. Evening and weekends I was heavily into amateur theater, hanging out with the drama students at the University of San Francisco, playing bit parts and doing stage managing. To locate the era in the reader’s mind, here’s a memory of that time: standing admiringly by a piano in the Gill Auditorium, as a couple of our more talented performers tentatively worked out the chords to “Try to Remember” from The Fantasticks, which was then a fairly new off-Broadway sensation.
I was clinging to a fading relationship with a woman who, just at this point, was away from the City for a month. I wanted to send her something, some sort of charming gift to make her think fondly of me. I remembered that once, on a drive through the Sonoma wine country, she had admired a silly toy in a store in the village of Boyes Hot Springs. I determined to go and get that, and send it to her.
So: on a Saturday morning in San Francisco I hopped into my blue 1952 Ford and set out for Sonoma. A bright sun was holding a fog bank just off the coast as I turned onto the Golden Gate Bridge. The Bay sparkled; the hills glowed tawny yellow. I had no schedule, no constraints, nobody expected anything of me. For that moment I was utterly free, and embarked on a solo expedition to buy a treat to please the woman that I pined for.
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That’s it; that’s the story. Those few minutes, departing San Francisco and heading across the Bridge in morning sunlight, were an interval of magical freedom, and complete, sublime happiness. They so deeply imprinted themselves on my memory that they are still fresh today.
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The rest? Well, I got the toy and sent it. I think she wrote a thank you note. On her return to the City we hung out together for a few weeks more and then parted. But I got that incidental moment that is still with me nearly 60 years after.
In point of cold hard fact, I think that during 1962 I was still parking customer cars at the Cadillac dealership. I didn’t start at the phone company until late 1963 or early 1964. But the rest is correct.
My book talk was to be at 11, so there was time for a run, but since I’d had the upset stomach yesterday, and skipped dinner, and wanted to be at my best, I didn’t do one. Instead I went for a more leisurely walk.
The talk went off quite well, people said they liked it. So that was nice.
In the afternoon I worked on finishing up the model car. It’s pretty nearly done. All that’s left is to attach the chrome bits, bumpers, headlight bezels, hubcaps and taillights. Like I said yesterday, at best a C+ for execution. Doing this stuff well is not at all child’s play. I’m going to have another crack at one, though. Yesterday I ordered a 56 Chrysler kit.
Last night I watched the 2005 War of the Worlds with Tom Cruise and little Dakota Fanning. I loved the special effects. So much wanton destruction, whee! Li’l Dakota got to scream and scream, and Tom got to jut his jaw. Fun.
Sunday 7/5/2020
Breakfast was the second sample of the KetoComplete, and later I posted my report. People’s taste buds are sure different. In my report on the unflavored, I said it tasted of basically nothing, like diluted unsweetened Cream of Wheat. Today there was a post by a different reviewer who said it tasted to him like “mixed hay and vomit”. He is tasting some ingredient I don’t; I wonder what?
I went for a moderate walk, around over to Midtown where I had a cup of coffee sitting outside well distanced. There were perhaps five other people spread out around the outdoor seating. The contrast to the Sunday crowd back in normal times is strong.
I did some work on the car model; it is getting close to the end now. Looking at it I think I will give myself a C+ grade at best for workmanship.
An hour after downing the Channing House lunch I had some cramps, and then felt increasingly unwell into the evening, finally resolved with some diarrhea. By ten I felt fine again. Will I report this as a “symptom” on tomorrow’s automated health report? Nope.
I’m always surprised by how much I get done early. It seemed like this morning was full of doin’s. Wrote a very long blog post for yesterday. Worked on the model car. Clear coat is finished, I hope. Ran through my talk for Monday, incorporating some changes that I thought up while obsessing about it at 3am. Scheduled my zoom meeting with FOPAL people for Tuesday, and in order to have a meeting over 40 minutes, I had to sign up for a Zoom “pro” membership, so got that done. Mixed up the KetoComplete Strawberry to taste tomorrow morning.
And that got me to 11am. And I hadn’t given a thought to it being a national holiday. Years past, the only thing better than the 4th falling on a Saturday, would be it falling on a Friday to make a longer weekend. This year… meh.
After lunch I met on-zoom with Pam, who is going to be the host for my book talk. We finalized the arrangements. Later in the day she issued the zoom invite.
At 2:30, Food Services came around door to door with what apparently is a CH tradition: root beer floats. A solo cup with a scoop of ice cream and a cold bottle of root beer.
About 3:30 I went for a walk. I walked toward some of the local parks, anticipating that I would see some people picnicking. Nope. Seems we in Palo Alto take the quarantine seriously.
I tried to install the rear window “glass” in the model car. It didn’t fit. Definitely made wrong. So was the windshield, but I was able to adapt that by breaking it in half and gluing in the halves separately. Gave up on the rear. It looks better without. Glued the interior into the body. Tomorrow, more assembly.
Started with a run, fine. I continue to be thankful that, although when I walk normally, I get occasional little tweaks of pain from my left knee, it gives no problem at all when jogging. Fingers crossed.
Yesterday I received in the mail a long-awaited package. Well, three packages. But one was long-awaited.
Long digression
For years now, since the original Soylent kickstarter campaign of 2014, I have used meal replacements. I ran a meal-replacement blog in 2016-17, and published youtube reviews of such products. I gave up blogging and reviewing at the start of 2019 as part of my codger transition, but I continue to use the products. Currently I have one shake for breakfast. That’s more convenient (and healthier) than the CH breakfasts.
A minority interest within that minority interest is the tiny world of Keto meal replacements. One of the earliest, which started very soon after Soylent went live, is Keto Chow. It’s made by the Bairs, a charming family in Utah. Chris Bair started it as a hobby and after a year or so, it had grown enough that he quit his day job as a sysadmin and became CEO of a thriving small company, with offices, a warehouse and a dozen employees, selling a line of meal replacements that fit into the extreme-low-carb regimen of a ketogenic diet. And they are doing just fine in the pandemic, thank you. I am not on a keto diet, but I’ve been using Keto Chow shakes this year because of their wide range of flavors and easy ordering.
There are a couple of others in this tiny commercial niche. Super Body Fuel, a San Francisco outfit that was started by another amateur about the same time as Chris Bair, sells a Keto version of their product along with ones with a conventional proportion of carbs. I have a bag of their Keto Fuel powder in my cupboard now.
One more: KetoGenesis is a UK product, another small startup that was inspired by Soylent. Its founder is Joe Barrow. He, and Chris Bair, and “axcho” of SBF, are all active on the Reddit forums, and I corresponded with them a few times when I was running my meal replacement blog. Which explains why a few weeks ago, I was invited to join a Beta test of Joe’s newest product. And that requires another explanation.
Any nutritionally complete meal has some combination of the macronutrients: protein, carbohydrates, and fat; plus a long list of needed micronutrients (vitamins, electrolytes, minerals). The typical modern diet has from 25-40% calories from carbs, 15-30% calories from protein, the balance calories from fat. The Keto (aka Atkins, aka Paleo) diet runs the fraction of calories from carbs as close to zero as possible. Since you can’t process more than 100g or so of protein per day (unless you are an endurance athlete in training) that means that from 60-90% of the calories in a Keto meal come from the fat component.
All three companies took the same approach to packaging. They each formulated their powder to contain the protein, the flavoring, and all the micronutrients, but no fat at all. A meal’s worth of Keto Chow is about 45g of powder and totals by itself, about 200 calories. The user adds the amount of fat they want to bring that to their calorie target, say 400 or 500 calories total.
This design has a couple of advantages. The user has their choice of fat type — I use either avocado oil or melted butter — and can tailor the calorie content precisely to their planned diet. The product weighs less, so shipping is cheaper, and lacking fat, it is more stable and has longer shelf life. To include fat in a powder product, the fat has to be dried with a “carrier”, typically corn starch or maltodextrin. But the carrier is a carbohydrate, and adds unwanted carbs and calories to a “keto” meal.
On the down side, there’s more trouble preparing a shake and an extra cost. So there is a demand for a “fat-included” Keto meal shake, one where everything is in a single powder ready to mix. And that’s what Joe’s Genesis Foods wants to beta-test.
End of digression
So in the mail was a package from England with four packets of KetoComplete.
This is fortuitous timing because I have in stock a sample of Keto Chow Strawberry to compare. And I have keto Chocolates and Vanillas from Super Body Fuel, Keto Chow, and Sated, so I can do a 4-way comparison test of those two flavors. Excuse me, flavours. I had nothing to compare the UnflavoUred one with, so yesterday I mixed that one up, and this day I posted my review of it. That occupied a couple of hours.
One of the other packages was some brushes I’d been waiting for and I spent an hour experimenting with painting clear coat on the hood and roof of the car model. Extraordinarily frustrating. New brush released tiny hairs which I had to pick out. Dust grains, invisible while the paint is wet, look like gravel when it dries.
Talked to the lady who will run the zoom meeting for my book talk on Monday. We will have a bit of rehearsal on Saturday.
The perpetual cry of the blogger who put off the blog post too long. What did I do yesterday? Well, I did the aerobics at 7:30. And I cleaned house. This is maybe the last time I’ll do it myself. Starting next Thursday a housekeeper should come to do it. But as yet that’s only on alternate weeks. Can I stand to use the same bed linen two weeks in a row? (Why not, I think we often went that long and longer before.)
While I was in the midst of this, Harriet stopped by to loan me a book. She came in her car, with her two dachshunds, and we took a walk up the street and around the park at Waverly and Homer. Which, she reminded me, is about where the Palo Alto Medical Facility used to stand! Although I am sure I visited there in the 70s and 80s, I don’t actually remember doing so. And I remember that the building used to kind of dominate downtown, and then PAMF moved to their larger campus on El Camino and the old building came down and was replaced by housing and a park.
I practiced my talk one more time and corresponded with various people by email. And that was another day..
Went for an early run; it felt fine. On the way back in I noticed Jerry’s door was open, and I stopped to talk and borrow his webcam. Next week I have to conduct a zoom meeting for some FOPAL people, to hand off the online sign-up stuff I’ve been doing. The principal person uses Windows, so I need to be sharing the screen of a Windows machine to show how stuff looks.
The only Windows machine available to me is the one in the 10th floor public computer room. It doesn’t have a web-cam, and didn’t seem to have a speaker, either. So I took Jerry’s USB webcam up there and futzed around with the Win box. I managed to persuade it that, yes, it really did know about the speaker in the Acer monitor, and could use that for audio output. It had no problem picking up on the webcam and its mic, so I was able to open a Zoom meeting and walked through what I wanted to demo, and test screen sharing.
In the afternoon I finished putting together my book talk and ran through it for time. I have about 35 minutes of material, which is fine; I will go that far and just take questions as long as anybody wants to talk.
Evening I followed a suggestion of Craig’s, and looked at Eureka on Amazon Prime. It’s a kind of fun sci-fi about mishaps and misdeeds in a small town in Washington state where the gummint has sequestered all their smartest scientists. It’s well-produced with lots of CGI effects and some fun characters. One appeal for me is that it is mostly shot in some town in what looks like the Olympic Peninsula. Lots of drippy fir trees and moss.
Did Veronica’s aerobics. Later did some email exchanges re the FOPAL thing. Spent 3 hours maybe working on my book talk. Set up the Instacart shopping list for tomorrow.
Did not do a blog post that evening so the whole day is a blur in memory. Sorry, diary.
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