Thursday, December 29, 2005

Complacency in the 'Surveillance Society'

Complacency in the 'Surveillance Society'

By docrivs

12/29/2005

The importance of an 'open network', in the sense of a global internetwork uncontrolled and untamed by privately-owned or publicly-centered powers, is definitely very important. I find it shocking to realize that the right to bear arms and the right to vote have proven to be far less important in promoting and maintaining democratic ideals than has the internet. Yes, peoples' voices weigh heavier in the democratic movement than do votes. Many people still do not vote with a ballot; they vote with consumer purchases (and thus, choices), and internetwork attention (web site exchange, blog exchange, email exchange, and other information exchange). Voice is very important, but in the medium of internetwork communication, voice is not just words but words combined with images. This combination is what makes cinema, television, and the 'land-line' telephone far less essential to the spread of communicated messages than the ever-expanding realm of the internet.

In Europe, the scope and rate of spread of applications for communication and personal organization technologies have far surpassed that in the United States. Perhaps, the reason lies in the differing attitudes towards a global interconnection of people and markets. In Europe, nationalities and languages blur, as the spread of technology and ideas moves in muiltinational-border-transcend ing whirls. In the United States, there is the tendency to forget that the rest of the world is moving too, and technology and ideas are spread locally.

The Europeans, as well as people all over the world who share the same information-and-technology-passing lifestyles, are people I admire. They are aware -- and make the world aware -- of what is going on around them.

During some moments of my life I feared living in a 'surveillance society'. I read 1984 in 1984, and although most of the ideas in that book went well over my head during my first reading of that book, it influenced my life in many ways. I have since read that book approximately 7 times since my first reading, along with a library of other writings by the author, George Orwell.

The published work of men like Orwell were the web pages and web sites of yesterday. He also spoke warnings and used images (through his use of the english language) about a 'surveillance society' and the tyrannies of totalitarian government regimes. In his created world the people did not have the technological knowledge and skill to battle the tyranny through 'hacking' and 'chaos communication'. Perhaps, also, they feared that the consequences for getting caught in rebelling against the system would be too sure, swift, and severe to warrant. Perhaps, the people in Orwell's 1984 waited too long to fight, allowing the powers over them to get more and more overbearing to the point where the people were helpless against their oppressors.

Living under surveillance is a reality that I can live with, so long as I buy into the paradigm that complacency is okay. I hate to use another modern cinematic cliche, as I tend to do, but the image of the 'red pill' and the 'blue pill' in The Matrix is so memorable in making the point about choosing to remain in the 'dream world' or choosing to 'free' yourself from the illusions of that rabbit hole.

In my life, there hangs that 'red pill'/'blue pill' dichotomy in every choice that I make. Do I give my $3 to some corporate grocery chain conglomerate for that frozen food product that tastes so good, is easy to make, and claims to be made of ingredients I can live with, although it is ultimately a product of a globally-dominating corporate power I disdain? Do I choose to say, 'Yes, I have my Big Grocery Store Chain discount club card, with my own personal bar code printed on it', so that the checkout clerk can scan more data for my personal purchase history into the databases of the corporate powers who own Big Grocery Store Chain and the trading partners who have a stake in that information? Do I choose paper or plastic? Do I choose credit, debit, check, or cash? These are all weekly or bi-weekly consumer choices for me, but I realize these are powerful choices when I consider the amount of consumer choices I make in a year or two.

There are many questions to ask about consequences when you think of every action in a day being a decision and a choice. It is so easy to stick with the 'dream world', eat the 'blue pill', shut out all of the bad news in the world.

Living in a surveillance society may be a reality now, but it doesn't necessarily have to be that way. We can choose to disregard the fears of where that kind of a culture may take us. We can choose to hope and believe that it may take us somewhere nice, like a beach in Tahiti, or we can hope and believe that someone else will fight the battle for us. However, there are a select few in the world who realize that we don't have the luxury of eating the 'blue pill' anymore.

What are the questions we should ask when we consider the implications of certain applications of ideas and technology? That is a good question in itself.

On the topic of surveillance, though, I realize that there are some important questions to ask. I'll lay them on you. For one, it is important to ask who is watching whom. It is important to ask what the watchers are watching for. It is important to ask what information is being collected about the watched. It is important to ask for which applications that data is being put to use.

Now, I must choose whether or not to keep spouting off about surveillance, blue pills, dream worlds, and consumer choices, or to finish developing the application I was hired to develop. Oh, the webs we weave…

May the road rise before you and the wind be forever at your back.

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Three Stories Told By Steve Jobs To The Graduating Class of Stanford, on June 12, 2005

First of all, I'd like to thank Aigool, for sending me this story a long time ago. I have finally read it, and I really enjoyed it. I think that you will too.
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Here it go....
Stanford Report, June 14, 2005

'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky – I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

Friday, November 04, 2005

The sad but true stories that you rarely ever hear from your teachers and leaders

This morning, Igool and I had our HVAC ducts and chimney cleaned by a man named Jim. Jim with a last name that starts with "D", but I didn't quite catch it.

Jim and I spoke about the construction of houses and how they don't make new houses in the sturdy way that older houses were built. New houses are put up with speed and lower-costing materials and labor. Jim told me that he wouldn't take a new house if it were given to him. He told me of several properties he owns in this area.

We got to talking about how we both play music. He likes bluegrass, but his son is a session musician in Nashville. He likes the new country, a style he can mix in some r&b and rock. Who has the time to play guitar nowadays, when everyone needs to make a buck to survive? That was the theme that started our conversation.

Jim told me that he is from Appalachia West Virginia, where the kids grow up knowing how to play music, fix houses, grow food, and live self-reliant lives. He didn't paint an idealized picture of that kind of life, but he did seem to be proud of his roots. He mentioned that when he's down there, with no electricity, that he misses his beloved TV. I said that if you don't have a TV you might have more time to play guitar, and he admitted there's some truth in that.

I was interested in his story, because I drive through Appalachia whenever I head back to Charlottesville, Virginia, where my parents grew up and where I went to high school. It's a beautiful drive, but I always notice the shack-like houses, the outhouses, the lack of power lines, the proximity to strip mines and factories. I also notice the huge billboards advertising some tourist attraction or another. How do they survive here? What do they do for a living? Do they get government financial support?

I told Jim about my trips to Nashville, TN and Cave City, KY, and how I noticed similar conditions. He said that the people in those areas - some of them have no social security numbers or birth certificates. The government doesn't even know of their existence. They are self-reliant people.

That's when Jim told me about the Buffalo Creek flood. He said, that at midnight, on some night in 1972 (which happens to be the year I was born), the government, against the wishes of the local people, dammed up the creek. The creek flooded, wiping out a 14 mile area and killing lots of people. Jim said he lost his brother, sister and other relatives and friends that night. He was there, he said. He had a job driving semis at the time.

Every once in a while, for weeks afterwards, when he was searching for the missing, he would find body parts.

It was a horrible story. He told me to check out a website called "Valley of Death" or something of that nature. I looked for it, and I found some other sites that focus on Buffalo Creek. Some of them are pretty darn informative and interesting. Although, the story differs from Jim's. According to what I've looked up, the flood took place in the early morning of November 26, 1972, around 8:00am. Also, it had been raining a lot, and the dams had been there for years. The dams were made of coal crap, called "gob", which is nothing but the nasty byproducts of strip mining.

Anyway, I know that this blog is not that interesting without graphics, links, and hypertext, but I just wanted to share Jim's story and my story about Jim's story.

Some stories you just feel grateful (or unfortunate?) to have heard.

Thanks a lot, Jim.

If I become famous I will still not forget you and your story. (Jim said, as he was driving off in his duct truck, that if I ever "make it big" to think about him. Many people have said that to me over the years. I haven't exactly "made it big" in the financial sense, but I am happy, and I still make an effort to remember where I come from, where I've been, and who I've met.)

Here's a neat site that Jim's story led me to, that focuses on historical events that are not well-discussed in the mainstream history books. It's a website run by the people at Recollection Used Books. (I wrote a song called "Recollection").

The site is called "The Daily Bleed", and it is based on a calendar. You pick a date, and it lists events that occurred on that date, with links to lead you to more information. Very cool. I chose November 15, my birthday.

Have fun.

http://www.eskimo.com/~recall/bleed/1115.htm

Sunday, October 30, 2005


A Halloween collage. 10/30/2005.
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If you're not hip to Bill Worrell's shaman sculptures, then be sure to check out his web site, http://www.billworrell.com or something. He seems like a really interesting guy, appealing to the student of people in me.
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Norway


Is it winter time, already? These two Norwegian mail carriers look like they are ready for ten feet of snow!
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Here's some sketches I drew, about five or six years ago. I went through a drawing phase, and I spent several hours drawing these from some magazine photos and ads. They are Liz Hurley, Mariah Carey, and some model. The paper I had to work with wasn't so great, so you can see the creases and dips. Don't ask me how I drew them. I probably couldn't do them again, if I tried.
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Day of the Deer, Part 2
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The Day of the Deer, Part 1
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This is the ceiling in the Ohio Theater. I can't get over how ornate that place is.
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The White Stripes, September 10, 2005. The Ohio Theater, Columbus, Ohio.
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This is me, waiting for Meg and Jack, like a stalker.
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Monday, August 08, 2005

David Koch & His Project, Crepuscular Raise, Inc.

Hello all who might come upon this blog about David Koch and his project, Crepuscular Raise, Inc.

I don't know how much I can say about thisweb site that I was referred to by a friend of mine. The web site is the home page for an organization called Crepuscular Raise, Inc., which describes a mission of "Inspiring and empowering the people who are a part of the problem to become their own solution."

Maybe some of you surfing this blog will find something good from this site.

What would reduce recidivism in, especially, young offenders?

OPTIONS...

EMOTIONAL SUPPORT

OPPORTUNITY FOR GOOD HOUSING AND FOOD

EDUCATIONAL OPPORTUNITY

CAREER OPPORTUNITY

A GOOD, HONEST, SECOND CHANCE

The word "crepuscular", as defined in The American Heritage College Dictionary, 4th Edition, means "Of or like twilight; dim." As a zoological term, "crepuscular" is defined as "Becoming active at twilight or before sunrise, as do bats and certain insects and birds." Perhaps the author of the book Slaying the Dragon - The Journey From the Dungeon to the Ivory Tower meant for the name of his organization to recall a catalyst for turning the dim twilight into the day -- for taking talented and bright-eyed people who seem to be in a dim situation and helping them to fulfill their dreams and re-enter the world like a phoenix rising.

Friday, August 05, 2005

That crazy W


My wife sent me a link to this article on World Net Daily. Apparently W is at it again, using his MANDATE FROM GOD to encourage lawmakers to bring the so-called "theory" of "INTELLIGENT DESIGN" into the science classes of American schools.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Is this to make the dogmatists seem like legitimate scientists? I wonder if young students would be able to discern the difference between a scientific theory and a religious dogma? Maybe it would be a good thing?

Probably not.

Appealing to a supernatural cause for the effect: complexity of life is just that -- an appeal!

There are many parts of life that we don't understand. There are many parts of life that we may never understand. Does that legitimately justify us to conclude that THERE MUST BE SOMETHING HIGHER MAKING THIS COMPLEXITY!!!! ???



I don't think so.

What do you think?

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Community Supported Agriculture

If you don't know what a CSA is...
 
In case you have never heard of community-supported agriculture...
 
Here is an article which explains, in my opinion (as is most everything on this blog page), a very good idea.
 
http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2005-05-11-farm-share_x.htm

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The new Food Pyramid!!!! Yay!

Yes, Big Brother has rethought up a new food pyramid to tell us what we should be eating more of and what we should be eating less of.
 
https://www.healthforums.com/myuhc/1,,article~11582,00.html

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"Only YOU can prevent forest fires." -- Sum Dum Bear

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Anyone ever tell you not to boil water in the microwave?

CDRH Consumer Information - Risk of Burns from Eruptions of Hot Water Overheated in Microwave Ovens

Political correctness vs. Newspeak

Several months ago, a "google alert" I set, using the phrase, "George Orwell", turned up this article about political correctness gone awry. The freedom to use language to differentiate between descriptions of people and blah sort of generic terms was something that George wrote a lot about. I took a course on the topic of Orwell and Orwellianisms in our society, and during that time period (many moons ago) I read many writings by old George, including his essays on the corruption of the English language. George, as I recall, criticized many sloppy habits of speech and writing, which he believed were contributing to the dumbing down of language itself. What would George say about Homeland Security? What would he say about the mainstream media coverage about current happenings in Iraq?

Anyway, I don't have much time to rant at the moment. I'll leave you with the article. Comment, if you'd like.

Free speech protects against extremism - Opinion - www.theage.com.au

Early Theories of Evolution: Darwin and Natural Selection

Of interest to anyone who has ever been asked the question, "So... You think we came from monkeys??"

Here is a very basic history/bio of Charles Darwin and how the theory of Natural Selection came about. It seems even easy enough for kids to
understand.

...came from monkeys? pffffffffttt

Early Theories of Evolution: Darwin and Natural Selection

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Thank you for the comment

Well, I see that if you post something like a riddle or an invitation for a hunt or search or ask for assistance on a website, that someone will respond. Thank you for the article about John Portmann's book about "Schadenfreude". I appreciated that, and did find it interesting that someone wrote a book about enjoying the misfortunes of others. It seems to me that many writers have included that kind of behavioral characteristic in characters in their novels and screenplays, but few people I know claim to know the word for it. It's a good word. Although there are a hundred books on my "to read" list I do believe that I'd enjoy reading about Schadenfreude. Anyway, that's it for tonight.

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"Only YOU can prevent forest fires." -- Sum Dum Bear

Friday, May 06, 2005

Epicaricacy

Apparently, and this is a new discovery for me... really... there are people out there who take pleasure in watching other people fail, lose, and experience suffering, loss, and misfortune. These types of people... hmmm.... I suppose that they are masters of inner contentment. They are truly happy inside. They must be happy, for why else would they smile and laugh upon hearing of the unfortunate circumstances of their "enemies"?

Anyway... I tried to find a word or several words to describe the act of expressing pleasure in another's shortcomings and misfortunes, and this word, "epicaricacy" is the only one I could find on the web.

Epicaricacy: Information From Answers.com

If anyone is reading this and knows of a word to express this, then I would greatly appreciate it if you could send me the word in a comment to my email.

Thanks.

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Wednesday, May 04, 2005


Don's trains
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Don's trains
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Don's trains
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Don's trains
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Last Sunday, Igool and I went to Chillicothe to celebrate Easter at some friends' house. We went for a walk, and on our way back a neighbor stopped us. His name is Don. His wife's name is Betty. Don told me he is 83, I think. The two of them were very kind and friendly. Don invited the four of us in to look at his train sets in his basement. They pulled by us in a 2000-something yellow VW bug. Here are some photos I took, with Don's permission. He built most, if not all, of the constructions. Most of them are cardboard. The trains are "O Scale", whatever that means.
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Sunday, May 01, 2005


Uh....
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We looked something up in the dictionary at Ryan's request, but I can't recall what it was or why.
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These are some photos of Ryan when he came to our house to tell us about his trip to the pizza convention in NYC last winter. We chatted for awhile in the kitchen, drinking wine, while Ryan downed bottles of Sam Adams.
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Friday, April 29, 2005


St. Patrick's Day 2005
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St. Patrick's Day 2005
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Zander, Caspian, Sabine, and Bryn at Sabine's 7th birthday party
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The flag of Kazakhstan
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Sabinka, The Chicken Princess
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My half-sister, Sarah, X-mas 2004
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My half-sister, Carol, X-mas 2004
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Stepmom


My stepmother, Georgia, X-Mas 2004
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Dad, X-Mas 2004
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Sidewalk Art


Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Chalk art by Sabine and Caspian
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Ryan and Steve
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Steve
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Steve's basement (Neil is playing)
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