Did a little work on the VW model. Worked 11:15 to about 12:45 because only one person had signed up for each hour of lunch. In fact, those two people could have handled it alone but I feel like they shouldn’t be left to work alone in a shift that is planned for 2-3.
Afternoon, went for a bit of drive but didn’t plan it properly beforehand, so basically just drove around for an hour. Then reorganized my two kitchen closets, which, except for the shelves where I store my hats, had rarely been touched since I moved in.
In the morning I went for a bit of a walk, finishing at the farmers market for a pastry and a bottle of fresh orange juice. At noon I went down to help with handing out trays, as there was only one person signed up for that shift. Marcia was there also and there was no rush. This volunteer task is really quite easy. But the kitchen staff does insist that we are helping. Later worked a bit on the model VW.
Started the day with the usual MWF walk. Taking pains to notice any unusual feelings or fatigue, but nope. Normal. Normal is good.
After lunch I again talked through my docent pitch, and then signed up for the first docent round that will happen, if it happens, since two years ago. February 2nd, lead a party of 20 from the Danish Embassy! The Museum won’t officially open for visitors until that weekend, the 5th. If it does! Everything is iffy in plague times.
Did some work on the VW model. At 7pm, watched SWBB in the first of two games against Cal. Cal has improved a lot since last year, when both games were blowouts. This time the Bears played Stanford close. The game was tied at the half. Then Stanford exploded in the third quarter, outscoring Cal by 20, and the game finished with Stanford up 20. A Cal freshman, Curry, had 30 points.
Did my resistance exercises about 8am, and my have overdid them. I raised the resistance on several, small changes, like from 220 to 230 on the leg press, 45 to 50 on something else, etc. Have I mentioned these are air-pressure devices, where you operate +/- buttons to feed pressurized air into the cylinder that resists your motion? I was trying to find the resistance level for each, that makes it difficult to finish 20 reps. Now, thing is, I’m taking a fairly high dose of a beta-blocker, intended to keep blood pressure down, but it also has the effect of putting a cap on my heart rate. So the signal that I’m overdoing things, which would ordinarily be my heart rate going over 150, doesn’t happen. I just find myself suddenly tired and have to stop and rest for a minute or two.
So after this session I walked up from the basement to the ground floor to pick up a pastry, and then, heading to the elevator, I got a wave of dizziness, similar to vertigo but not quite the same. I made my way carefully to my room and had a nice lie-down on the bed and soon felt OK again. Only after reclining for 10 minutes did it occur to me to take my BP, and it was 117, not a record, but unusually low for me. Chances are it was lower still before that, and would account for the vertigo — but that’s speculation.
I felt normal the rest of the day, so this wasn’t a case of the aortic valve starting to collapse or anything serious, but probably just over-exertion.
Something I could do with minimal exertion was a long-delayed chore: I got out the script for my CHM Docent talk, which I had last edited in … 2017. And read it aloud, timing it. Yeah, it hasn’t got any shorter and still runs over an hour. Well, what would I expect? Anyway, got to go over it at least once more and I’ll be ready to docent again. The Museum currently plans to reopen the 2nd week of February.
Afternoon, I took the car out, first to get beer, then to get it washed. The car, not the beer. My fave beer, Rogue Brewery Dead Guy Ale, has very spotty distribution. Rogue has a “beer finder” map, you put in your zip code and they show you the retailers nearby, to which their products have been delivered lately. And it’s like their distributors are playing a game, or randomizing for fun. Six months ago, I found Dead Guy at BevMo in Menlo Park. Next time it was not at BevMo, but at a grocery store on Alma in Palo Alto. This time it wasn’t at either of those places, but at Whole Foods in Mountain View. That’s where I went, and found one six-pack in the “craft beers” chiller. Well, that’ll do me for a couple weeks, maybe more. Then I’ll find it somewhere else.
Back up to Palo Alto to have the car washed. Surprising how dirty a car can get when it spends 90% of its time in a garage. Lozano’s car wash, which I patronized since the 1980s, has closed. But Ducky’s car wash is closer and does a good job.
Took a call for the tech squad, mostly reassured Grace about her iPhone. It isn’t behaving oddly after all. Then went out on my standard walk.
Worked on printing or re-printing some prints. I received the professional print, where I printed a picture on my Epson and also sent the same JPG to mpix.com. Their print was not better than mine in most respects: color saturation, sharpness, etc. However they had warmed it up quite a bit, when comparing their print to mine side by side, the whites in my print had a distinct blue or cyan cast. My bad; I should have seen that. I reprinted mine correcting for this, making sure that white highlights were white, not 7000Kelvin blue. Then comparing the prints, I don’t see any advantage in paying mpix.
On the other hand, their print is certainly as good as mine, and cost a reasonable $10 + shipping for a 10×15-inch print. Would I put $10 in labor in materials into any print? Probably; good photo print paper is expensive, also ink.
At 1pm it was time for the FOPAL volunteers monthly zoom meeting. No special news there. The meeting ended on a note of classic Zoom comedy. There’s a lot of unintentional comedy in zoom meetings. For example it always amazes me how few people pay any attention to how they actually look in their little thumbnail windows. They show as dark silhouettes with a bright window behind, or you see only their foreheads. Today there was a couple eating lunch, their kitchen table nicely framed. And there was one attendee who had dark and frizzy hair, and was sitting so that a ceiling fan was right behind her head. The out of focus spinning blades made it look as if she had a tornado on her head, or a swarm of bees.
Anyway, after all the business was done and the host was checking, “any more questions, well it’s been nice…” at this point some doddering fool accidentally (I think) shared his screen. That’s a two-step process, you click share screen (and the host should have set the switch so attendees could not do that, so her bad) and then you have to click on the window you want to share. So now we are all looking at a PowerPoint (I think) screen where this person is editing a presentation on something unrelated to FOPAL. You could see his mouse moving around. He was probably paying no attention to the meeting, completely unaware that all the others were now watching him edit his presentation. Everybody is yelling, “Ed, stop sharing your screen” to no effect. At which point I clicked Leave Meeting.
I noted that my calendar said I had a haircut appointment for 3pm, but I checked with the front desk, and of course the beauty parlor is closed during pandemic precautions.
At 2:30 I got a phone call from “unknown number” which I expected was someone warning me about my extended warrantee expiring (I always press 1 and when they come on, tell them they are lying pond scum and should die in a fire) but no, it was Apple calling to say that my MacBook was back! When I dropped it off Saturday I was told to expect 7-10 days so this was a pleasant surprise, so I went and got it.
When I got home I found that Apple had wiped the hard drive and reinstalled the OS. Now, they did ask me twice, is your data backed up? And I was sure it was backing up, so fine. Now I have a brand new MacBook, I have to choose my language and time zone, and then tell it where to recover saved file from and… it doesn’t recognize the backup drive.
The backup drive is attached to the desktop machine. Long story short, for some reason the backups for the MacBook are kept in a “sparsebundle” file, and the Migration app didn’t know what to do with that. I go to the internet and quickly find directions on how to proceed. I have to physically attach the drive to the MacBook, reboot it, do NOT go into the Migration assistant but continue to the default new system. Then mount the sparsebundle as a drive, and NOW start the Migration assistant and it will recognize it as a backup.
That all worked, restoring all my settings and data files. Now it’s 4pm. However, I had never backed up the /Applications folder. After all, the apps are all the same… no they are not. Turns out there are several apps important to my use of things, which are not in the base OS and now I need to download them individually. My two web browsers, Firefox and Brave. My Sudoku game. My Solitaire game. My RSS reader. So that was a busy hour up to 5pm, downloading and installing important things. Oh, I just thought of another one, Graphic Converter, the simple graphic tool I used for photos I put in the blog.
But everything is pretty much back to normal now, and it is so nice to be off that Chromebook.
Slept unusually late (6:40 my gosh) so felt a little rushed. Still, ordered breakfast for 8:30, then was at the gym about 7:50, did 2 and a half rounds of exercises, and picked up the breakfast tray at 8:30.
Today is the writers group at 10:45 with a cue of “describe your covid amusements”. Between 9 and 10:15 I wrote a tasty little essay on the challenges of building model car kits, so I had something amusing to read. Got a few laughs.
At 12:30 drove to FOPAL (I had not ordered a lunch as the menu didn’t look good). Found 8 boxes of books waiting for me. Took 2:15 to process and shelve. Bought a protein bar at the store and some drinks, and came on home.
At 6 I picked up my supper tray and just as I was about to sit down, my eye was caught by an orange glow on the eastern horizon. The full moon (well, it was full yesterday), apparently called the Wolf Moon because it is the first of the year, was just rising in some clouds and behind a tree. Oooh I said, picture. Got the camera, put it on the tripod, made a bunch of pixels. Putting two different exposures together gets this.
Wolf Moon Rising
This is what I hastily wrote, titled “the box in the closet”. This was the first time I’d thought of Richard McMullin in several decades.
The box sits in my closet, glowering at me. Challenging me. Daring me.
Truth told, to the best of my memory I did not build model cars in my youth. That was the hobby of my best friend Richard, and I remember sitting in his bedroom — discussing our schoolmates, our parents, and the world in general with world-weary cynicism out of our shared basis of near-complete ignorance — while Richard assembled small parts. So I knew how the kits went together but didn’t attempt it myself, then. Partly because I knew from Richard’s littered desk how many tools and bottles of paint you needed, and I didn’t want to spend the money; also probably because I could compare my pudgy, clumsy fingers to Richard’s small, dexterous hands, and could tell how things would go.
But, sixty years on, with Covid isolation I found myself craving something tangible to do. Programming, which is a lot like sculpting clay except the clay is invisible and never hardens, was a possibility, and I started learning a programming language new to me, but I couldn’t come up with a project I wanted to build. Somehow I remembered model cars.
For those who’ve not done one, these models are amazingly detailed. Often they have more than 100 parts. The parts are injection-molded in plastic, a process that preserves the finest detail of the original master mold, so a plastic dashboard the length of your finger will bear clearly-visible embossed knobs and grills and instruments with tiny tiny pointers. Of course that dashboard is molded in off-white plastic; it is up to the model maker to paint it in realistic colors, carefully studying reference photos from the web to know whether this flea-sized feature should be chrome or body-color or what, and then putting the color on with a very small brush.
Since mid-2020 I’ve finished four models, and truly the worst problems I’ve had have been with the exterior finish. Real cars have glass-smooth paint jobs with no color variation. No blotches, no thin spots, no runs. You can’t get that with a brush, or at least, I can’t, and I tried, a lot.
So I bought an air-brush tool and began spraying the bodies. The air brush brought its own problems, like “fish eyes”. A fish eye is a spot in a sprayed coat of paint where the wet paint, for absolutely no reason, draws back in horror from something microscopic and leaves an unpainted crater in the wet film. If not the gaps of fish eye,s there’s the appearance of tiny motes of dust stuck in the wet paint, which on a 1/25 scale model, are the size of gravel.
When dust or a fish eye appears while you are spraying, you are, um, stymied. You have to let the paint harden, then sand the area to make it all level and smooth (otherwise the defect would show through subsequent coats) and spray again. More than once I have held a body shell over the sink and with alcohol wipes scrubbed off multiple coats of paint back to the original plastic and started over.
Which brings me to the box in the closet. It’s a 1/16th scale, 1957 Ford Thunderbird. Most kits are designed at 1/24th scale, so one inch of model covers 2 feet of the real car. I’ve built one other 1/16th scale car, and it came out OK, but my gosh it was a lot of work. The T-Bird wants to be built, and it knows it could be magnificent when complete, and I am afraid to start it.
Busy day, sort of. In the morning, waiting to start a 10:30 meeting, I completed the engine of the 65 VW. Complete with a little weathering, some paint to make the bottom look oily.
It’s coming up to tax time and Schwab says the 1099 forms are ready, and I just got the one for social security yesterday, so I scanned that one and downloaded all the Schwab ones into a shiny new “2021 taxes” folder.
Stew wrote asking for advice on a TV for the 4th floor lounge and I spent some time writing good advice on that. Then I attended the committee meeting, during which I discovered that the audio input on this Chromebook is terrible and nobody could understand me. Future zooms, I will have to take at my desktop iMac until M1M1 is back.
After lunch and a nap I joined Patty for a walk in the baylands. Later, I and Leon went to Eva’s place and we successfully got her Macbook to mirror its screen on her TV. However it turned out that she wanted that so as to show the movies she has lined up in her Netflix DVD queue which doesn’t work, most of those movies are not available for streaming. And when we tried to stream a movie that was available, the Netflix player in the Safari Browser wouldn’t work while the Mac was sharing with the TV. Total fiasco. Despite a technical marvel, you just click-click two little widgets and boom, your screen is on the TV, no cable needed. Amazing, except it didn’t do what she actually wanted.
Watered the plants and did the NYT puzzle, and then set out on a longish walk. I walked to California Avenue, gave myself a food reward, and walked back, total a hair under 4 miles.
This brought me to a bit after 11am so I sat down to watch the Stanford Women playing Utah. I expected this to be an easy one. Utah has always lost to Stanford since Utah joined the PAC-12, and owing to various covid issues, had not played a recent game. Nope. Inspired perhaps by neighbor Colorado, they slowed the Cardinal. After Stanford led by 8 and looked like having an easy time, they lost their defensive focus and let Utah go on a long run and get their own 8 point lead at the half. The game was close the rest of the way with over 10 lead changes. Stanford pulled out a 6-point lead with a couple of minutes to go, Utah missed several 3-point tries, and we won, coming from behind two games in a row.
After that I pulled out all my photoshop skills to get that picture of Aoraki (Mt. Cook) looking how I wanted it, and printed it out. Then I put some time into the VW model. The engine is nearly complete.
I didn’t want the evening menu so decided to drive out and eat. Plan A was Mike’s Cafe in midtown, but they turned out to be closed temporarily for covid testing. I ended up at Wahlburger’s downtown.
Not much happening today. At 11 I bumped into Marcia who told me there had been some kind of bad words either between some volunteers or between volunteers and kitchen staff. She suggested I start composing an email urging everyone to be patient and kind. Hmmm.
At 1 I took M1m1 off to Apple for my appointment. A lovely cheerful “Genius” girl checked her out and said she would have to go to their repair center, 7 to 10 days. Sigh. I had already taken out the HP Chromebook I used on my “recent” (i.e. 2019-20) travels and made sure it was up to date and working, so I can still do email and blog and watch videos from my easy chair, as I am doing.
On return I went into the kitchen and talked to one of the supervisors and she didn’t know about any bad feelings or words. That’s good. I called Marcia and she will check further from her source but it may just be an interpersonal thing between 2 people.
My three colors of metallic paint came and I did a bit more work on the VW model. That was about it. Well, and getting used to the Chromebook again. I had forgotten it has a touch screen. You can tap to do a mouse click, and touch and drag to scroll. This goes a long way toward making up for the touch-pad which is really unpleasant to use.
Worked on the next picture to print, one we took in New Zealand. This one.
Turns out this is a very difficult picture to work on. I have tried several different things to bring up the contrast and make the center section pop out more.
I had turned the problem of Eva’s new TV over to Leon, my neighbor down the hall who is a budding techie. He and I went down to her place about 3 and tried several things with only partial success. Critical is getting it to be accepted by the local network and that we failed to do. It’s a good TV for having cost only $260, although its angle of view is very narrow, if you aren’t right on axis with it, it loses contrast fast.
I made the sign-up sheet for next week’s dining tray volunteers. I will publish it tomorrow.
Harriet, Stanford fan, wrote to ask if I wanted to go to Haas Pavilion when the Cardinal plays over there. I had to say no. That would be a perfect place to catch some virus and bring it home. I’m surprised Cal is still allowing fans at games, frankly.
This was the day of Rhonda’s covid status meeting. The two positive residents in the Lee center have cleared up, tested negative; and today no more staff people caught it. But there’s an issue: several people had bought tickets to the SF Ballet season that starts next month, on the assumption that Channing House would run a bus to the performances. All non-essential transportation has been canceled due to staff shortages; plus attending a 2-hour concert seems like a good way to catch covid. Ballet fans are pretty pissed.
