The morning was busy with A/V stuff. First, the people doing a public sing-along, which is a thing we do in the lobby from time to time, requested not the usual two, but three microphones. Which meant moving some microphones from the 11th floor to the lobby. I had that done before 9am.
At 10 it was time to set up for the 11am First Monday Book Talk. This month’s victim, um, speaker, was Mickie, who some years ago was a city council person and mayor of Menlo Park, among other interesting career excursions. Here’s her book. This was a non-zoom event, but I made a video recording of it. And trained Ian, hopefully he will be able to do the next one.
After lunch, off to FOPAL to process a bunch of books. Back home for a nap and then it was time for early supper. Early because this was the day for the monthly mixer dinner. You draw a table number from a jar on the way into the dining room so people sit in different combinations than usual.
Later it was time for the sing-along. They are working their way through 50 or so songs from the 1950s. I got frustrated because my voice just won’t work right for singing any more, so I left early.
Like it says. I helped Mickie rehearse for her book talk tomorrow. That was about it. Well, after finishing up with Mickie at about 2:30, I got in the car and rolled on over to Stanford to watch part of a baseball game. I did not stay to the end of the game, which turned out to be a mistake, because about 20 minutes after I left, Stanford hit a grand slam home run to take the lead. But ya know, I just don’t have the interest in the game. I think next year I won’t renew my season ticket.
Today was the day I drove a carpool of four, sister-in-law Jean, plus Martha and Gwen from Channing House, to the Shipyard Artists Open House. I’ve done this alone twice before, so didn’t take any pictures. No, wait, I did take one.
The sign over the pipe says, “Ceci est une pipe”. That’s pretty funny, actually (tedious expanation below)
We walked around on our four separate orbits for a couple of hours. The open studios are spread over five of the old frame office (? or barracks?) buildings on the one-time Naval Shipyard at Hunter’s Point. Had a not very good lunch from some vendors.
That was about it for the day.
OK, forgive me if you know all about this. Surreal painter René Magritte once painted a realistic picture of a wooden smoking pipe, with the caption “Ceci n’est pas une pipe,” French for “This is not a pipe”. It was a way of warning the viewer to not mistake image for reality. So here in the studio of an artist who clearly favors the surreal style, there is an actual copper plumbing pipe coming out of the wall and going into the floor, and they’ve labeled it “This is a pipe” as a reply to Magritte.
Took a shortish walk in the morning, ending with a cappuccino and almond croissant at Mme. Collette’s, for the first time in months.
Before lunch I spent almost two hours working with Bob’s iMac. Bob is a new resident and, just between you and me and the doorpost, he has lost some ground in the wits department. Bert has spent some time getting his TV working, which included calling in the professionals of our IT department. Bert doesn’t get along with Macs so when he saw Bob has an old iMac that Bob said “didn’t work”, he asked me to look.
Aside from its age — it’s a 2009 iMac, which is beyond geriatric in the computer world — its only real problem was that it was doing that annoying thing Macs do, demanding to be connected to iCloud. My heart sank. I have run into this so often around here. Somebody sets a person up with a nice Apple ID and all is well, then one day they reboot it or upgrade it or something, and it needs to be re-signed-in to iCloud and they have no fucking idea what their Apple ID is, or the matching password. In Bob’s case, he didn’t think he ever had an Apple ID.
Well he did, once, because it was asking for the password to go with the Apple ID for (his email at AOL.com). Which meant that resetting the password would involve getting a recovery email to him at AOL.com, so let’s get signed in there. The web browser thought it knew the AOL password but AOL didn’t agree. So now we do a password reset at AOL. Fine, but it wants to send a text to a phone number that “ends in **26” — which his current iPhone number does not end with. So he’s changed phones since the AOL account was created, but never updated the phone number in his profile. Well, it was probably set up in 2009. Probably by his late wife, or a younger relative.
I spent 45 minutes on the phone with AOL customer support but finally got his password reset, and logged in to AOL and reading email, yay. Now I could try to reset the Apple password, but by that time he had to leave for some appointment. I carried on until Apple wanted answers to his Security Questions. Name of your first pet? I gave up.
Later in the afternoon I printed out some nice flower pictures and changed out my photo exhibit. It was basketball action shots, now it’s big showy flowers.
Spent the day at the Shustek center, once again sorting through and storing the papers of Sandy Fraser. Here’s my luxurious work space.
That’s box number 19 (of 42) that’s open. I take out the next folder. Copy its label, if it has one, onto the top edge of an archival-quality folder. If it isn’t labeled, look at the contents and try to figure out what they are, and write something on the edge of the folder. Transfer the contents into the new folder and stack in the archival box. That’s new box #15 being filled. It really isn’t boring, it’s kind of fun figuring out what Sandy was up to in 1985 or whenever. He was trying to steer AT&T into the world of the Internet when the Internet was new. Attending conferences and giving talks and publishing papers in the IEEE Communications and so on.
In the evening I worked the AV desk for a concert. This was “Steve Gill and friends.” Steve has performed here a number times. The “friends” are a buddy that plays guitar and a younger woman who sings. (Sings very well, actually.) Tonight they were doing the songs of Johnny Mercer. “I remember you” and “One more for my baby” and so on.
Took the standard walk. On return, I took the car out to Ducky’s Car Wash to get it looking nice for the excursion planned for Saturday. Gonna have 3 women in the car, it has to be clean, right?
After lunch I shot pictures of the completed Sting Ray. I’ll drop a couple in here. Then I started collecting pictures for the next set of exhibits in my hallway gallery. This is going to be pictures of flowers, because why be unconventional when you can be boring, right? Anyway some flower pics from various trips. Over the years I have, with some level of consistency, put keywords on the images that I saved.
I used to do this with Adobe Bridge, a very nice DAM (“digital asset manager”, fancy term for “app to keep track of a bazillion images”). Then Adobe, curse their money-grubbing souls, killed that product. No problem, the app still ran — until MacOS moved up to 64-bit binaries and won’t run 32-bit ones. So Adobe Bridge can’t be run on a modern OS and Adobe won’t upgrade it. And the current equivalent in the Adobe line is only obtained with an annual subscription because Adobe, may their bits all rot, don’t sell software any more, they only rent it.
OK, breathe. In… Out… There now. We don’t need Adobe any more, remember? We have Affinity Photo for image editing, and we have ACDSee for managing the collection. So I brought up ACDSee and told it “find all images with the keyword ‘flower’ or ‘blossom’ please” and it did. Scrolled through a couple hundred candidates and picked 20 that really stood out.
Tonight I’m going to an event at the Computer Museum, the 50th anniversary of the Alto, the first computer with a graphical interface. I’ll write that up tomorrow maybe.
Did the gym machines. Did A/V support work, checking out the new mics and ordering more accessories, also sent reminder email to Gwen, Martha and Jean about our excursion this Saturday. Then it was time for the writers meeting; once again I had nothing. But so did the majority, the cue didn’t resonate with anybody much.
Then down to FOPAL for 2:30 working on my section, processing 5 boxes and rearranging the shelves a bit. In the evening we had a sing-along in the lobby. My voice sucks, I have no range at all.
Took the standard walk for the first time in a while. Stopped on the way to pick up prescriptions at CVS. After a bit of rest I headed out to FOPAL where I found a massive pile of donations. I processed half of them; I’ll have to go back tomorrow.
Got back in time to meet with Bert on the 11 floor to review the new microphone setup. We decided to wait until we use them in an event, before buying more sets. The next event on the 11th floor is on 5/2.
Went to a concert in the auditorium in the evening, classical music with violin and piano. Left early. Not my thing.
After my Sunday religious rituals — i.e. reading the Sunday paper, watering the plants, and doing the NYT crossword — I sat down at my beautifully clean desk to do some video editing.
I have been unhappy with the quality of the videos we make from our lecture series. (They are all available to the public on our Vimeo Channel.) Basically we have taken the recording that Zoom makes by default of the meeting, trimmed off any dead air at the ends, and threw it up on Vimeo.
Recently I found a set of options on Zoom that cause it to save multiple different video streams: one of the speaker alone, and a separate one of any shared content (e.g. powerpoint slides). So this was done for a really interesting talk last week about Artificial Intelligence. The speaker really knew his stuff and presented well, and I thought I could make a good video using the separate streams.
So I downloaded them to my big screen iMac and opened iMovie and set to work. Immediately hit a snag: I didn’t know how to get iMovie to cut back and forth between two streams. I knew this is something people do. You shoot the same interview with two (or more) cameras, and there has to be a way to smoothly cut from one camera to another, without losing sync with the sound.
Well, if you don’t know how to do something, there is only one place to go. No, not ChatGPT, not yet. I refer to YouTube. It took a little searching but I found a good YT tutorial on how to do exactly what I wanted. Then over a couple of hours, I made a video that mostly shows the speaker talking, but cuts smoothly to his slide whenever that is needed to let the viewer read the details. It isn’t up on the Vimeo channel as I write, but soon will be.
At 1:30 it was time to join the carpool of Channing House fans of the Pear Theater, to attend the Sunday matinee of “Pear Slices”. That’s an annual festival of short, new dramatic works by local authors. Not a skit show, these are serious one-acts. Of the ten (ten!) short plays, several were funny or thought-provoking. Some were duds, but that’s how it goes.
First activity today was to unbox and try out the new microphone system that I ordered after that shopping frenzy of 4.139. I ordered it on Wednesday and it arrived Friday morning. It turned out to be quite nice, very respectable build quality and decent sound. I plugged it into our portable amplifier and it worked immediately. I have to order a couple of more cables and doo-dads to have a complete system, and I need to try it out in another location. If all is good I may order two more copies.
At 10 I went down to set up the auditorium for a major event, the memorial for Lily Loh. Lily and her sister Helen moved in about the time I did. Lily especially was a well-known character, always bubbly-cheerful with a loud and frequent laugh. She died quite suddenly and two weeks ago. Helen and Lily’s son Derek had set up quite an impressive memorial. They had reserved the whole auditorium and had it set up with tables to seat, oh, I guess close to 100 people. Our Facilities people can do this kind of thing, completely rearrange the place and make a dozen large tables appear, if given enough warning. And Dining Services set up a whole service with hot trays of Chinese food — I’m pretty sure it was done in our kitchen, not brought in — fried rice, broccoli beef, garlic chicken, etc., plus drinks including wine. Well, I imagine they charged the family for the wine. There was probably a charge for all of it, but point being, it was all set up and executed in-house.
My small part in this was to turn on the system and set up microphones, and help Derek connect his laptop to the system to show a very nice slide show he had put together on a loop, with Spotify playing a collection of Lily’s favorite songs, mostly 50s R&R. A niece of Lily’s was the emcee and did an excellent job, keeping people on point and moving along.
It all finally wrapped up around 1:30 and I could put all my gear away. About 12 my phone had popped up an alert. Because I have my tickets in my “wallet” app, it wanted to tell me that I had a Stanford Baseball game at 2:05. Well heck, why not. Their season is well under way and I haven’t been to a game yet, and it was a beautiful day outside. So, off to the ball park.
Stanford wasn’t doing very well, down 0-3 after 3 innings against UW, And I started yawning, I came on home for a nap. For supper I had the remains of my fish and chips that I had brought home after Friday’s outing.
At 7:15 I picked up Patty and we went to a play. I have maintained my two-seat season ticket to the Bus Barn theater. I put out a notice last week on email, “anyone want to go with me to Harold and Maude?” and Patty was first to reply. While we were sitting down there was a tap on my shoulder and there were Scott and June! I had no idea they were Bus Barn patrons.
We debated about H&M on the way home. Maude is the distillation of the 60s and teaches depressed young Harold how to really live his life. It was very well acted by all parties and pretty funny in spots. We thought it went on a bit too long. I thought there were gaping holes in Maude’s philosophy that made it impractical without a very special combination of virtues, but Patty thought it worked.
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