SO! After well over the original time of 1 year (52 weeks per the form), I got permanency in my title. Essentially I have proved that I am worth keeping. This is similar in effect to “tenure”, but is more a protection from improper politiqual influence than protection of uneasy research ideas.
In a few months, I can start the process for obtaining my professional license, which – when done – entituls me to the next title in the ladder. This will restart the process of 52 weeks of uncertainty.
My town supervisor (think mayor, but bigger) has a “cute” AOL Email address on his business card. It’s one letter different from “huckster”. If they weren’t shutting it down, I’d try and send him a message on AIM.
I don’t know how widespread the term is, but in United States English, an “estate sale” is when someone dies and their heirs sell off their property. There is nothing inherently sinister in this, but usually they just put price tags on every thing and let you look around.
Upshot of this is that you end up looking at someone’s life almost exactly as it was when they died, and end up inferring very sobering things about them.
I went on an estate sale today, the second time I had done so in my life. The first one was very sad. From what I could gather, the woman was single, Jewish, and I suspect lonely but gave her time to breeding dogs.
The one today was interesting in a less sad way. There were two people, a couple, who lived in this moderate sized home in an older part of a medium sized town on its own (not really a bedroom community). What I remember was:
They had wired the house for telephone and/or doorbell bells everywhere. Very interesting, but I didn’t see any old phones from Ma Bell anywhere.
I almost bought a lazy Susan for the bottom, but decided against it.
The basement had a one-time coal hole.
I did score a PC for 100 USD that I ended up reformatting and reinstalling Windows 10 on. I intend to give this to someone else.
The dude was evidently very into “multi level marketing” back in the 1990s judging by the amount of old magazines on the subject in the kitchen.
There was a good deal of class to the house, but none to me poking around it.
There were VHS tapes and cassettes around.
The person conducting the entire affair was annoyed that there were no bags in the house.
I may blog more about the PC I bought, as I am going to work on it now.
I am slowly cleaning out my grand mother’s attic and outbuildings. One of these outbuildings has always been storage for old things, and the other was supposed to store a riding lawn mower, but never did. Found this (Columbus day) time:
The wooden shell of an old television console that had belonged to her… niece? Anyway, it was full of old irons and was otherwise crapped up.
Three bags of completely set up concrete.
One unopened bag of rock salt for ice melting.
Two old 1 room school house desks.
A hole in the roof.
Ten t0ns of stink bugs.
Suprizingly few wasps and bees.
Miscellaneous wood scraps of no value.
Empty boxes and old styrophoam packaging inserts.
I am sure I’ve forgotten some things, but a good deal of trash was taken out and discarded. One of the outbuildings can now be walked into maybe 3 meters. The one with the hole in the roof still has to be torn down, as there is a large tree taking the roof off.
As an aside, one of the buildings is wired for electricity, and back in 2008 when a new roof was installed, the contractor unknowingly nailgunned through the Greenfield cable that ran the lights. This resulted in endless blown fuses until I was able to figure it out during a visit there. You can still see the writing on the cieling where I warn future users to not reconnect the wire. I should take that out someday.
Not a huge event, but the distribution company that serves my town replaced the street light across from my apartment building.
The old one was a probably 40+ year old HPS cobra head affair that had a bad lamp or ballast and kept turning on and off all night. I put in a work order for it, and in a surprizingly short time, they not only fixed it, but replaced it with a new LED full cutoff fixture.
I like the new white light cast. To my mind, sodium yellow I always associated with ugly neighborhoods you didn’t want to be in after dark. I have no idea if there is actually any correlation or not.
There are many data tables out there, that are unfortunately not transcribed into usable form, but are stuck as images that cannot be searched. A thermodynamical blog, CarnotCycle, has provided some of these here.
Having no entertainments of any lasting value, I’ve decided to transcribe that one into a common format, Microsoft Excel (2007+ file format). They are here: CarnotCycle-Thermodata.
Although he claims they are in SI, they aren’t. SI does not use the calorie as a unit of energy, instead using the joule. Similarly with degree centigrade and kelvin. I have added a tab to convert the semi-SI to full SI. Digit significance has been maintained while doing this.
I do not know what book he got them out of, so I have to request you cite them as coming from his blog, for now. If you want to credit me with the transcription, that is fine. Use your preferred/recommended/required citation style to do this.
Some values were given in parenthesis. In Excel, parentheses are used to indicate a negative number in accounting. I changed this format to gray background with center-aligned numbers.
One value was given with a question mark. This is marked with a red background.
One value is suspiciously positive, I have marked this with a yellow background.
Where needed, scientific notation is use to maintain the correct number of significant digits.
After an abundance of waiting, and legally mooching WiFi off by neighbors, the cable company here has connected service to my new apartment. I have a wire line high speed Internet connection! This is the last of the utilities I needed hooked up.
On a side note, I have completely vacated my old apartment now.
Sadly my productivity on side projects that I had been working on is likely to decline now. I am still hopeful I can finish a big one for a friend before I completely lose interest.
For now, I have to go and tell my neighbor to change their WiFi password to something new, since I am done using it.