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Saturday, July 20th, 2013 08:50 am
The phone battery died in the night. I woke on my own, a good bit later than i intended and presumably with enough sleep. I had dreamed dense detailed dreams before waking: driving the same urban off ramp over and over into a museum and university district, radiation therapy for some cancer at the base of my spine (and everyone's attitude was this was about the same as getting dental fillings: dream cancer was not cause for grave concern), music that embedded a subtle message about how to produce music independently of corporate interests, moving digital files around repositories, crowded rides over hills, hat shops, modern buildings of steel, glass, and concrete. I'm sure my brain worked out something.

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As the kettle came to a boil, i watched the birds instead of doing any kitchen tasks. The new feeder seems to be successful at holding smaller seed than sunflower seed. I'm monitoring how much spills past its tray. The tray is a new feature that seems to have gotten the towhee's attention on an occasion. The goldfinches and chickadees have been delighted by the feeder: it's three conic sections of wire mesh, tiered together. The top two are an hour glass shape, and there's a baffle at the bottom of the middle tier to guide seed to the sides, but allow some to spill down into the third tier which repeats the top of the hourglass form, and then ends in a tray. At the narrow neck in the hourglass shape there's a circumscribing wire perch.

The chickadees and goldfinches make use of all the features, clinging to the mesh, perching, sanding in the tray. Housefinches, however, seem to still find the structure a challenge compared to the previous tube with the stations at set intervals. I watched one arrive and then backflutter -- hovering in the air as if aghast at the change. He landed on the porch rail as if to get a sense of the structure. He then slowly landed on the tray and craned his head back to look up at the shape. It seems the overhang of the feeder perplexed him. He considered, and i marveled that i don't think i've ever had to watch figure something out. I'm not sure if that makes him slower than the other birds that just land and feed, or if he was a more reflective bird, cautious so that he will live another day. Eventually he fluttered up to the middle tier, clasped the wire and began pulling seeds through.

Christine notes that it is more generous to assume he was a cautious bird. (As if we weren't generous enough with the expense of the bird feed.)

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Sleeping in has not put forward my morning plans. I need to recalibrate my intentions.

Yesterday evening i puttered with genealogy and confirmed a switch between our authorization service and an institution's. Usually, these encounter some headache or another, so i was prepared for a long evening of poking at changes. In late June we'd had the headache of an institution that had first kept our servers blocked at their firewall, then had a round robin system for their LDAP servers and the certificate needed to successfully connect to the servers only worked for some of the LDAP servers, causing intermittent failures. Furthermore, they wouldn't give us testing credentials that would work completely.

Last night, it just worked. Testing credentials went through. Success. No hiccups. Hurrah!

Christine laughed as she looked at the two of us on the deck. She had my iPad and her iPad as she tried to get my iPad set up to test our app. I had my work laptop, my own laptop, and the genealogy book by my great aunt. We do use the tech.

As it cooled off we retired inside to watch the Gettysburg section of Ken Burns' Civil War documentary and i knitted (knooked). I'm doing a square as a washcloth, practicing a tighter knit, and practicing the right angle turn. I'd made up a right angle turn in my last project and liked the result, a raglan yoke for the top, but didn't think the turn was the best ever. So when i saw the Templeton Square i thought i'd give it a go. One thing, the column clarifies for me why this raglan technique is used in crochet and not knitting (traditionally): the number of needles to keep a growing diameter is probably a challenge. Crochet doesn't need the stitch holder and knooking trails a cord, similar, i suppose, to the "newfangled" circulars. I'm not making the lace, just the square, and i started with a crochet circle in the center. It worked from a construction point of view, but it is a more dense bunch of knots in the center of the more fluid knit.

I just ordered a bunch of rivoli crystals and earring mounts from Fire Mountain for the Meeting fund raiser. $45, a tiny bit of time, and a $100 profit, at least. $255 profit, if they sell well and at full price.
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Saturday, July 6th, 2013 08:50 am
Yesterday evening Edward came home with a dead but still warm robin nestling. I will assume that's the source of the other bird bits. Selfishly, i am relieved that the bird was not a feeder visitor. I regret that Edward is not an inside cat: why can't he stay on the deck like the other two? But he's been wandering the complex long before we adopted him. Thus, he's a menace to songbirds. Christine and i both had a bit of a heart ache. We insisted he stay in the evening and not roam.

The day was not the productive day i was looking for, although i have applied to submit photos to iStock photo. This took hours. I don't think i'm good enough, but we'll see. I need a portfolio of ten to submit to shutterstock. They aren't as demanding as far as the 15 question quiz that iStock demands. On the other hand, reading the guide to submitting iStock images has helped me understand how to improve some of the technical issues in my photos.

We spent a good bit of the afternoon shopping. Christine is taking an art class, and decided to buy locally. I'll note that the paint brushes at the store were NOT well marked with prices and she is now the rather aghast owner of some rather excellent "heirloom quality" water color brushes. Me, i was looking for cheap ones. I managed to leave the store only with a watercolor sketch book that i will abuse with acrylics. My thought, almost the whole time, was "Geeze, acrylics are so much easier and versatile!" The other thought was how i have tools from almost every section of the art store: i need to use or loose.

It has blessedly cooled down.

I suppose i'm ready to get back in the swing of things with this weekend. I do want my iPad back. I have a surprising number of to-do items for which i use it.
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Thursday, July 4th, 2013 08:43 am
I took yesterday off. I went for a walk in the morning, intending it to be simply exercise, but found more plants to identify. The first plant i noticed started me off. I knew i hadn't seen anything quite like it. There were a number of families i checked out, and then i moved on to looking at all the wetland and weedy plants in Santa Clara and San Mateo counties.


Plant around Shoreline Lake


Eventually, i gave up. I received a nice ID this morning via a group on Flickr, and find it is a member of a family with seven species (an eighth identified in the Middle Eocene). Only two of the species are in the US. I feel satisfied with my failure to complete the ID.

I had spent a great deal of time earlier struggling with the ID of a flower that is in the Mallow family. I had, thanks to the year's practice, taken photos that captured all the features i needed. I kept keying out the plant to a rare species of the Channel Islands, and trying again. Eventually, i realized that the plant is available in nurseries and, it turns out, is widely cultivated.

Most of these IDs were made sitting on the deck. Hummingbirds are visiting the feeder i bought this weekend, finches and chickadees at the seed feeders, and a towhee keeps perching on the rail to see if the coast is clear to feed on the spilt seed. The California towhee's call is a single high pitched chirp with about two seconds between them. The bird is unceasing. Chirp.



Chirp.



Chirp.



Chirp.


It's just enough time to hope the bird has flown off to drive someone else mad. Then there's Greycie Loo chittering back. Chirp. Chitter. Chirp. Chitter. The call has qualities much like a dripping faucet, but louder and higher pitched.


Today will be hot.
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Saturday, May 4th, 2013 10:21 am
We've been having a heat wave, so i find it hard to comprehend Gurdonark's posts about record lows. One of the charms about California is how quickly the evening cools off (compared to the humid southern evenings of my youth). Our deck faces west, so we are out here in the morning, shaded by the building, and then we return as the sun drops down behind the redwoods.

This morning i swept up the fallen bird seed and refilled the feeders. The lesser goldfinches, oak tits, chickadees and house finches have been swooping in and out of the deck doing risk assessments: just how dangerous are those humans and cats? An Anna's hummingbird visits the scented geraniums with businesslike precision. Overhead, four crows harry a hawk. Seagulls circle and cry in the far distance. I hear a robin's call in the distance.

Last night i skimmed through "Repacking Your Bags" on the recommendation of the career coach. There are lots of things i am carrying along but in general, i do feel i have stripped my life to the authentic parts that are me. I'm not focussed -- and i know some of my friends find focus to be ill-advised -- yet i am so defocussed that i think that i loose some of the pleasure because of juggling.

One of the back and forths i have with myself is about house and garden, owning, renting. Where we live now is such a sweet spot in so many ways, and i acknowledge i don't have the time, it seems, for much more in the way of gardening and managing. Yet there's something about hows ownership that i return to: a message of responsibility and "being an adult" tangled in with childhood drawings of home design and dreams of off the grid living.

The ranchettes i grew up with -- horses, dogs, cats, chickens, orchards and gardens -- don't really support full Saturdays sitting and watching the birds at the feeder while reflecting on life and writing to friends.
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Saturday, May 19th, 2012 06:26 am
My doodle from last night had a form Christine could recognize, but the app crashed.

I've been indulging in wheat and need to stop. I discovered that the Thursday night stop at Krispy Kreme after a couple hours of the Care and Concerns committee concluded at 9 pm was probably due to being at the nadir of my monthly cycle, but i followed that with pancakes (Christine makes delicious pancakes!) for lunch and pizza for dinner.

I see the wagon trundling off down the trail, and i'm going to have to run to get back on it. I feel a dullness in my mind like allergies bring (but no sinus issues): i will blame that on the wheat sugars/starches. (I eat lots and lots of gluten: that component of wheat is not my issue.)

Fortunately the three days ahead will be easy for me to "be good" as long as i don't get too obsessed on Monday with the photographic analysis.

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I haven't seen goldfinches for over a month, it seems. The house finches seem to treat the finch feeder as a place to land when the bird feeder station is crowded. It's possible chickadees may hace eaten some of the seed, but it's not going at much of a rate. The other feeder is emptying in about ten days. I ponder putting in more expensive (nut and fruit) feed in to encourage the return of the Stellar's jay, a beautiful blue and black corvid. The problem is that i've watched chickadees fling boring seeds out of the feeder, presumably to get at the good seeds.

The garden is so very lush this year, and we've grown practiced in sitting out here. It's fresh and cool, and Christine has made us oatmeal for brunch. The pots of scented geraniums are in bloom, a rogue nasturtium with near red flowers is draped over a low hanging geranium branch. The pot geraniums have their pompoms on, the blooming gerbera daisy has been visited by a humming bird. I spend a little time every day checking the twining of the runner beans, encouraging them up my random lattice of string and bamboo stakes. The potatoes are sending their vines up and out with a profusion, and i hope for a delightfully productive meal.

We're watching a crow up in the redwood: his beak flashed and gleamed in the morning light.
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Monday, April 25th, 2011 06:39 pm
I'm trying to do Loving Kindness micro meditations every time i itch. I considered every vehicle that caught my attention on the road this morning, realizing taupe, grey, and silver cars were mostly being left out.

I see there will be Morris dancing in the Palo Alto Baylands on Sunday: i'll be there to dance up the sun! And in sensible shoes.

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My date-walnut-lemon pilaf is a little mushy, but yum. Cardamon, tumeric, and clove work well with the lemon. (One whole small meyer lemon: with the pith scraped from the peel and the segments cut in half). I don't really notice the dates: not sure if i needed more or if they're subtle. The walnuts seem to add more texture than anything.

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This morning at the office's lagoon channel, there was a night heron and a snowy egret. I'll be in all week so observing those birds should be consistent. I've also been enjoying the unfurled leaves of the sweet gum tree just next to where i park. On Friday i noted that brown spiky seed pods are still hanging from the tree, but the new season's pods -- flowers, at this point, i guess -- are also present.

A pair of gulls, probably herring gulls, are on the ledge outside our fifth floor floor-to-ceiling windows, barking and laughing.

The Canadian goose is still nesting downstairs in a planter: we expect goslings this week.
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Sunday, April 24th, 2011 07:14 pm
This morning's Birding by ear adventure is trying to distinguish the Chipping Sparrow from the Dark-eyed Junco. Both appear to be year round residents in the area, but i've not seen the chipping sparrow. The Cornell bird lab has very helpful identification records, and the sound page has multiple recordings: http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Dark-eyed_Junco/sounds . The Oregon race is the bird i've seen on the deck, and the California recording of the trill sounds like the call i was attending to.

Now there's somebody with a slow declining trill outside.

I've taken a look at my vacation "savings" goal and how i might go about spending time, as i've about met the savings goal. We want to take a retreat to Ben Lomand to celebrate Christine's recovery in the redwoods (and walking the labyrinth there seems so appealing as a celebration, too). And then there is the tent to play with. What appeals to me is a Thursday night drive and waking up somewhere Friday morning, home Friday night, and a usual weekend.

I think Memorial Day i'll set aside for crochet and a few other projects. (I prefer not to travel on major holidays.)

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An article about the personal data ecosystem, similar to my musings a couple weeks ago:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/24/business/24view.html?_r=2

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I am well aware that it may seem hypocritical that i want to use this -- http://www.mybestfit.com/ -- but that i don't approve of the scanners in airports. It's not, and i can't wait for them to get to the west coast.

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Fell down in the parking lot before Meeting, skinning my knee, spraining my hand, and denting my pride. Christine and a friend both talked me into going to urgent care where despite having an x-ray, i felt like i was a hypochondriac (except when the automatic blood pressure cuff attacked me: i HATE those). I've a splint and i'm trying to come up with a story. Mainly, all i can think is that if i'd been wearing my skateboard hand brace, i'd be fine.

I think it hurts more than i realize: i feel exhausted. Perhaps it was just the shock. The good news: i skinned my knees, i didn't break my hip.
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Wednesday, April 20th, 2011 06:06 am
This morning, as i held Christine in the dim predawn light waiting for the kettle to come to a boil, a bird sang so beautifully just outside the window. Flute like notes, with much variation: i tried to simply enjoy the song, but oh how it renewed that desire of mine to be able to name the singers of birdsong. "Sing-songer," i identified, "a robin? But there is no whinny." When i returned with my tea, the bird was singing in the distance. I started the track from my Birding by Ear CD: "Sing-Songers: American Robin, Western Tanager, Solitary Vireo, Black-Headed Grosbeak." It's a Robin, the song on the track echoed by my distant neighbor bird.

Would i have listened to the song so intently if i had known for sure it was a robin? Or would i have listened more closely? I don't know. My urge to name and identify fascinates me, itself.

I suppose, "identifying birds by ear," is an entry on my "bucket list." [livejournal.com profile] anoisblue asked about bucket lists on facebook a few weeks ago. "Make a list," seemed to be the most common answer, and i shrugged away. It's not how i've framed my desires. As i listened to the robin, though, i realized that this would be a perfect entry on a bucket list.

"Crochet a sweater," asks to be put on the list, too. And then the item clarifies, "No, not this whimsical thing you are pulling together but following a pattern." I actually think the item is pretty specific that it's the green suede yarn sweater that i started years ago and can't seem to get the collar right.

Then all the books in the shelves by the bed started murmuring, "Read me, don't forget me, study me." Yikes! I think i'll back away from list making now and just leave those two items on it, before all the possibilities of the world overwhelm me with desire.
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Monday, August 2nd, 2010 07:34 am
We were just discussing how happy the birds are to eat the niger seed, as we filled the regular feeder with it (not just the finch feeder). I just looked the seed up in wikipedia and found that it's only been in commercial production in the US since 2002, and is apparently mostly imported from Ethiopia. Surely we're not feeding the birds seed imported from the other side of the world!
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Friday, October 16th, 2009 10:18 am
Err, i think that was a flea that just walked across my keyboard.

Pennyroyal! Activate your bug repellant properties!

There was a ruckus of birdsong outside my office window a little while ago. I can't remember the calls, so i cant use that to distinguish between Bewick's or the Marsh Wren -- my vague memory is that it was more song sparrow like than gutteral so the birds hopping about in the shrubs must have been Bewick's. (On sighting them, i thought, "Carolina Wrens! But no.")

The bird song got my attention just intime for me to watch a female Nuttal's Woodpecker make her way up the trunk of the eucalyptus.

This morning seems so glorious after days of morning marine layer and actual rain. Also, getting up at 8:30is and missing the view of the crescent waning harvest moon in the predawn sky is quite a pleasure, too. (Although that cresent moon was quite lovely yesterday, surrounded by dull purple gray clouds -- more city lit than dawn lit -- against the luminous gradient of steel blue sky. )

The scents of sun warmed trees and foliage after the rain delight me.
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Wednesday, September 16th, 2009 05:50 pm
Today i've twice seen what appears to be an Oak titmouse on the deck. It's the first new bird to the deck in a long time.
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Sunday, June 21st, 2009 07:22 am
Let's see, only a little time to do prep for the committee work for this morning, so.

Yesterday was leisurely: i sat and poked a bit on the internet, poked a bit at my dye project for white cotton threads and yarns, and poked a bit at my library committee responsibility.

The bad news of the day was Christine finding a dead bird and the subsequent observation of feathers. We'd had such a gusty, windy afternoon and Greycie Loo is so "full of boing," that despite me being so close she'd apparently fulfilled her hunting desires for the first time. I feel unhappy and a little guilty, and i suspect Christine was wrestling with her own feelings on the topic. I noted this morning that the cardboard box "toy" on the deck may have served as a hunting blind, so hopefully we can return to the previous status quo and not have repeat incidents.

I made "scones" taking the bisquick biscuit recipe and adding in powdered sugar and folding in bits of smart balance spread during the kneading. They took a good bit longer to bake and are decadent.

We watched Chaplan (1992) before bed. The history gripped me, the aging makeup annoyed me, and seeing David Duchovny in a bit part a year before he started The X-Files entertained. (I'll note that IMDB seems to not note Duchovny's or Anderson's role in The X-Files in the standard manner in the Actor section of the Filmography. It's odd. Compare to Mitch Pileggi's or Robert Patrick's annotation.)

I've made it through an unusually busy spring, filled with many conferences, retreats,
unconferences. I said "Yes" to many things and while i came through to this point, i do feel it was too much. Work is getting a little challenging and i need to attend to it; home is comfortable in the way a worn, ripped and stained pair of jeans are comfortable. This next quarter: July, August, and September must be about home and work, i think. And exercise, probably.
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Saturday, June 20th, 2009 06:41 am
This morning, the repetitive pleading of a fuzzy goldfinch fledgling waiting for its father to finish feeding at the feeder brought my attention to the deck. While i watched and listened to it, marveling how small it seemed for such a loud thing, noting the way its feathers seemed different from an adult, a humming bird came up and examined it, too. The father finished and joined its fledgling, revealing that the fledge was essentially full sized. The hummingbird and goldfinches were all about the same size. The finches left, comparative silence descended, and i watched the humming bird explore: it had an odd interest in the seed feeders, checked out the scented geranium, the tomato, the lemon, and then some purple flowers before i believe i spooked it off.

Yesterday evening i was all caught up in the flow of playing with data using my 1995 scripting skills. I do wish i had time to pick up more sophisticated scripting, in some language that was XML aware.

I regret, to some level, being caught up -- i was "away" from Christine. I did not sleep as well as i would like, my mind is caught between enthusiasms and obligations.

I've spent some time now playing with the yarn samples i plan to use in a dye experiment. Next i guess is library committee work, long deferred.
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