Category Archives: Personal

Jumper Cables for the Space Station

I came across this interesting article about the problems in the space station a few months ago.  Key points:

  • You can’t count on a cable to heat itself if you put it by the dehumidifier.
  • It’s worse if the dehumidifier is balky.
  • It’s a bad idea to have your three-way redundant power system depend on a single wire.
  • It’s a good thing you have jumper cables to bypass the whole crappy deal.

I’m doing my space station reading because it’s about to become the temporary home of my fraternity brother Dan Tani.  He goes up on October 23rd and will stay through December.

What’s Going On

My posts have been few and far between lately. It isn’t that I stopped having opinions, but that I haven’t had the time or organization to put them together. How about a life update instead?

  • As you know, Grandpa died in August. The world goes on, of course, but differently than before. There’s stress and uncertainty about Grandma living alone, about the house, etc. that causes stress for his children, and then his grandchildren. This isn’t a new story; I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about. That doesn’t make it any easier. I continue to think about the care he received, and the questions aren’t going away. The hospital promised to look into it. I’m waiting to hear what they say. And I miss him.
  • I really really really really want to see Mike Doughty in November, but the tickets sold out in less than 2 minutes. If you have tickets you’re selling, drop me an email. I’m paying a lot – $50? $100? Name it.
  • Work. During conversation, it’s normal for friends to ask “And how is work going?” For weeks I had been saying “It’s very interesting and challenging. I’m enjoying it.” That answer surprised me as much as them. We’d all expected me to be searching for a new startup by now. More recently I’ve hit a rocky stretch. The entire management chain that purchased Tabblo left the company over the summer. HP created a new software division and put Tabblo in it. The uncertainty in mission created by that change has been unpleasant. I’m not going anywhere at this point, but I’m not saying “interesting and challenging.” At least not this week.
  • Vacation. I just got back from a three-day weekend in Las Vegas. It was great. I ate great meals, gambled, and caught up with friends. It was particularly good to see Craig and Dina Lozofsky and Trey Ideker. They are friends from the west coast that I see too rarely, and yet it’s great that we can have fun and catch up together. I treasure the friends that last this way. (The dinner with Doug and Karl in August qualifies in the same way.)
  • Sox. I was at the game on Friday, and saw Manny hit his mammoth homer. I’ll be there again on Friday to watch Beckett show the Indians who is boss.
  • Vacation II. In the winter, many New Englanders think of Florida or the Caribbean with longing. I am not one of them. I’m going to the top of Mount Washington on an EduTrip in January. January’s means are 5.2 Farenheit and 50 inches of snow. I can only hope for more.
  • Last but not least: I bought a new motorcycle. I drove it to work for a few days, then rain put me back in my car. A Ford Mustang has never felt so slow.

One Down, Ten to Go

I had a ton of fun watching the Red Sox win 4-0 over the Angel’s tonight. I watched at Flat Top Johnny’s in Cambridge, where I watched much of 2004.

I could write pages about Beckett – he was just great, going after batters, first-pitch strikes, etc. I wouldn’t have brought him out in the 9th, I think he was tiring, but all’s well that ends well.

The only complaint I have is about TBS. They ran their ads long and missed the first third of the top of third. I was pissed. Then they missed the first third of the bottom of the inning! As a minimum, you have to show the plays of the game, and TBS failed at that. Sitting in the bar, I couldn’t hear the announcers, and I’m sure that’s a good thing. They missed more pitches in the eigth, and appeared to be totally unaware of Ramirez being lifted for Ellsbury in left. Can’t we have Remy and Orsillo, please?

I’ll be watching Friday from inside Fenway. Sunday will be from a book in Las Vegas. Here’s hoping that’s the end of it.

The Globe Drops Opus Again

For the second time, the Globe declined to run Opus in the Sunday comic pages.  No explanation.  No comic.  The good news is that through the magic of the internet, we all can see what the Globe was so loathe to put on our doorsteps..

Admit it.  You can’t figure out what the problem is.  Me either.

Fox has an article about the dropped photos. “Lago said she flagged some of the syndicate’s newspaper clients for two reasons: because of the possibility that the jokes about Islam would be misconstrued and because of the sexual innuendo in the punchline.”  Jokes about Jerry Falwell or Hare Krishnas are  OK, but jokes about Muslims are not?

Here’s my post about the first dropped comic.  I found out about the second one from Squaring the Globe.

Paul F. Lawler November 12, 1913 – August 27, 2007

My grandfather died on Monday. I’ve had a couple of draft posts about his illness, his care, and the way it has affected me and my family. I may publish them later, who knows.

Below is the text of the pamphlet at his wake. Read it, please, and see what an amazing life he had. The wake was today, and the funeral is tomorrow. Also, my uncle collected and scanned dozens of photos of my grandfather. The best of them are printed on three different tabblos you can see here, here, and here.

Paul F. Lawler was born on November 12, 1913, shortly before the outbreak of World War 1. He was the son of John Frederick Lawler and Anna E. Krim Lawler, who later had two more children, Richard and Anna.

Paul was brought up in Dorchester, Massachusetts, at a time when the area was full of 1st- and 2nd-generation Irish, Russians, and Germans. He loved to tell stories about happy summers at the beach at Nantasket and about camp on Sunset Lake in New Hampshire.

Paul won a place at the competitive Boston Latin School and was an enthusiastic participant in Latin School affairs for the rest of his life. Like many of his classmates, he went on to Harvard, where he majored in math and graduated cum laude in 1935. He spent two years at the Harvard Business School, earning his MBA in 1937.

Later Paul was a member of the faculty at the Harvard Business School. During World War II, he worked there on classified military research projects and on planning for the transition to a post-war economy.

Paul was a fine athlete, who treasured the trophies he won at track, gymnastics, and swimming. He kept fit all his life. During the 1950s and 1960s, long before jogging was popular; he ran the half-mile to the train station each day. He did push­ups each day, sometimes in the office, until he was in his 90s.

Paul and Mary Alberta Collins were introduced by mutual friends and married in 1941. They were a devoted couple for nearly 66 years, and their family and friends loved watching them laugh together. They had six children: Frances, Ellen, Elizabeth, Mary, Philip, and John. The children remember Paul telling stories, leading Sunday afternoon trips to the Museum of Fine Arts or the beach, helping with Latin home­work . . . and always insisting that the Christmas tree not be put up until Christmas Eve.

Paul’s business career emphasized financing commercial real estate. For many years he worked at Cardinal Realty, deploying investors’ funds in hotels, office buildings, and some of the country’s first shopping centers; and then managing these properties. Paul then started National Realty, where he was the court-appointed trustee for ITT in the landmark antitrust case of the early 1970s. His last business enterprise was Shawmut Research Company, where he continued working in real estate finance.

Paul contributed consistently to his community; he was a town meeting member for many years and a member of local boards and commissions. During the 1970s, at the time of the country’s bicentennial celebration, he became actively involved in reenactments of events from the colonial era and the American Revolution.

Always a prayerful Catholic whose faith was central to his life, over the years Paul was active in the Holy Name Society, the Legion of Mary, and the Nocturnal Adoration Society. During the 1970s he developed a great love for the Melkite Greek Catholic Church, and in 1982 he was ordained a deacon at the Annunciation Melkite Cathedral in Boston. After years of faithful service there, he was raised to the status of Protodeacon. He also became chancellor of the Melkite Newton Eparchy (diocese), and served in that position until the time of his death.

Paul and Mary Lawler became grandparents 37 years ago, and would eventually have 13 grandchildren: Myles and Rita Conley; Dan, Tim, and Jeremy Dunn; Carl Wickstrom; and Nicholas, Mary Rosaleen, Suzanne, Joseph, Deirdre, William, and Bridget Lawler.

Paul went to the hospital with an ear infection in July, suffered pneumonia and other complications, and died very peacefully on August 27, 2007, at the age of 93. May he live in the arms of the good God who gave him a long and vigorous life.

November 12, 1913 – August 27,2007

A Very Few Words About Barry Bonds

I have deliberately avoided talking about Barry Bonds because I haven’t thought that he deserved noticing. Where there is hype, arguing that it is overhyped just contributes to the hype. Silence is your best weapon. Now, I’m ready to talk about Barry Bonds.

I don’t think he broke the record. He took steroids. They were against the rules. He cheated. You don’t get to cheat at a game and then claim that you won. It’s like the little kid who puts his pieces back on the checkerboard and claims they’ve been there the whole time. He can claim he’s better than you at checkers, but you know the real story.

Bond’s pretenders have a quick reply: “He’s innocent until proven guilty. He’s never tested positive.” Weak. I’ve never seen a videotape of Jeffrey Dahmer killing anyone, but I know that he killed them just the same. Bonds doesn’t get to pick which test proves him guilty. Read the grand jury testimony, look at the evidence, hell, look at his forehead. I don’t need a piss test to be convinced that he’s a cheater.

The Onion, of course, gets it right.

Visiting the Dentist

I was overdue for my visit to my dentist (Dr. Loren Wilson, who I highly recommend). No new cavities, but one drilling to replace a bad filling. Quick and painless, thankfully.

On to the story. When I walked in, the receptionist asked “New insurance again?” and I said yes, and handed her the United Healthcare card, and asked if it was any good. “We’ll see,” she said as she copied the card.

I got my cleaning and came out to reception. “It’s MetLife,” she says. “This is the fifth time you’ve had them since you’ve been visiting us.”

Five times, she says. This speaks volumes about my work history.