Danseur

Note

I'm still scared for my daughter getting into college.  Her grades have improved slightly, but they're still in the range that could be fairly called a 'notable drop'. I have been putting the fear of god into her.

Charming

 

Found here.

If you HAVE to be stopped

Don’t Mess With Mom

 

Found here.

Hoodie

I need this.

Who Are You?

My state recently implemented a law that says you need ID before you can vote.  Yesterday was a test run -- you were asked for ID, and if you had it, cool; if not, still cool, but you got a flier advising you that in November, it would be required.  There's some backstop to that; if you don't have ID in November, you can still vote, but the vote is 'provisional', meaning that you fill out a paper rather than voting on the machine. You then have five days to come up with ID, or they pitch your vote.

The liberals say this is an attempt to suppress turnout.  They say that the kind of person most likely not to have ID is also the kind of person most likely to vote for Democrats.

The conservatives say this is needed to combat voter fraud. Last time around, several people said to us that they thought ID should be required, just for that reason.  This time, several said 'good idea'.

Not all of the approval came from Republicans.  Not all of the dismay came from Democrats.

Stiff

I am hobbling around like an old person -- the aftereffect of working at the polls all day yesterday.  The working part wasn't so bad -- we had a low but continuous stream of people.  But sitting in the car for the drive out to the election offices and back, then sleeping, stiffened me right up.  Movin' slow...

Collitch

Apparently, we won't be needing to buy a four wheel drive vehicle with studded snow tires, after all. My daughter just told us of her college selection.

Movement

This article from Neoformix on the determination and illustration of patterns in data is an example of the kind of thing that fascinates me.  Its odd, because I'm not a numbers guy, and this is very much a numerically intensive application.  Yet, it appeals to me.

Dans Le Jardin

 

Found here.

Who Said That?

Note

To whomever controls the environment:

There are birds chirping in the distance.  A cool breeze is billowing the curtains.  The temperature is about 65 degrees.

Keep it this way, please.

Yes, Precisel–wait, what?

 

Found here.

XKCD

XKCD should have a timer to force me out into the rest of the net after...oh, thirty or so comics. Sinfest, too.

French

I feel stalled in French.  There's so much that I can't do as well as I should, and I'm making almost no progress.  It's quite frustrating.

Monday

I don't tend to be busy, but lately, yes.  So it's particularly nice to be able to just sit.  Granted, I have a list of things that I want to do, from cleanup in the store room to various French study activities - a lot of them; I've been distracted -- but right now I'm just sitting in the kitchen, listening to the birds, and thinking that perhaps making some breakfast would be a good idea.

I'm not good at understanding people's motivations. My impulses are all wrong. I just don't have the empathy to understand them.  That can get me into trouble, as it did when I was briefly friends with the French girl.  That ended badly, as I’ve mentioned. I still occasionally look at her Twitter feed, though, because I wonder how she's doing with her remote - literally - boyfriend. Well,  I looked this morning, and was startled to find that since I looked last, some time ago, she’s gone from pining for him and planning a delightful meeting in Paris to wishing him completely and totally out of her life.   Apparently, he did something seriously wrong. It's her right, of course, but still, I wonder: . How can someone change opinions that drastically, that quickly?  If we were friends, I'd ask - but I guess I know better than that.

We stayed in Dayton so as to watch most of the finals, and I have to say, I was impressed by all, and astounded by one - the Japanese group, which comes to WGI once every two years.  They were incredible.  The video on this page gives a taste of what the competitions can provide. (If you get the 'login' popup, just close that window.  The video doesn't need a login.)

Speaking of lessons...French calls. We are working on my accent -- there are lots of things I say badly, and the killer is that I often don't even know it.  Apparently I'm understandable, but the listener has to think what did he say?  for a moment.  I want to be better than that. And there's a bunch of review to do, too.

But for the moment .... I think that I'll just sit and listen to the birds.

Away Game

I’m in a hotel in Dayton, Ohio.  My daughter’s color guard outfit is here for the WGI finals – or was here, I guess I should say; they failed to make the cut for the finals, so today they’re just spectators.  This is the last competition for her.  I won't really miss most of it. It's a lot of work. For most competitions, which tend to be held at high schools, even just getting there is tedious - the schools are hard to locate on the map; and parking is usually problematic.  When you get there, the bleachers are usually designed for younger butts than mine, and they're frequently steep (I still worry about falling). But the groups themselves are usually good, and occasionally great.  At WGI, though, the groups are usually great -- easily living up to the 'world' in WGI -- but WGI makes you pay for it, charging for everything, and not nominally, either.  Good riddance.  Okay, being surrounded by excited teenage girls who are mostly all in fantastic shape is rather nice, but having to listen to them chatter as they swarm -- well, a little of that goes a long way. I tease my wife that seeing them makes me wish I was a teen again, but, truth to tell, I don't.  These girls would slay me without thinking twice.   I'll stay the age I am, thanks.

But getting into the finals would have been nice....

Dayton is a bit of a strange city.  This is only the second time that I’ve been here, so I really don’t know much about it.  It feels as if the city is struggling, economically, but you see areas where things are stable, and even some where new things are in place.  Yesterday we had breakfast at a restaurant called Mimi’s, which appears to be owned by the Bob Evans company.  You can’t tell from the restaurant itself; it’s decorated in a sort of Cajun French style.  The food is pretty good.  I was pointing out to my wife that one dish wasn’t ‘four cheese quiche’, it was ‘quatre fromage quiche’.  I said it in French just as the waitress arrived.  She looked at me askance and said ‘you aren’t going to order in French, are you?’  So of course I said “je voudrais café, et une verre du jus….’

The hotel is on the moderately crummy side.  It appears to have been a Holiday Inn, then taken over by Ramada.  I think they tried to upgrade it, but you can clearly see what it used to be.  The two wings of the original open-to-the-air building were roofed over to make one big building, but the stairs are still the same cheap outdoor carpet that you see in a lot of low-to-middle motels.  The room is okay, though they have a major problem with water pressure (I had to let it run for 10 minutes yesterday before getting hot water that faded to lukewarm ten minutes later).  And the restaurant is - meh.  I guess it’s a good rule of thumb that when a motel has been taken over by a different chain, the odds of it being a decent place go down.

Tomorrow we go home.  I asked why we couldn’t go today, and was told that we had to stay to watch the awards tonight, of course!

Of course.

TouchUp

This is from a post on the Captains Blog.  I really like the lighting.

 

Bedding

Why aren't there objective standards for the quality of a mattress?