• Walkabout

    Anne’s been gone all week, in Denver helping Emmi with Iris while Kyle came here to do some real estate transactions. He went home Friday, and I’ve been living the bachelor life this weekend. I’m right now waiting for Anne’s much-delayed flight to arrive; I’ve got a little time to kill so here’s another post…

    These are some pictures I took on a walk a few weeks ago. I was just rambling around, on Sand Island and across the Lehigh bridges, no special agenda but I did get a few nice photos, mostly of the river and of Monocacy Creek.


  • Getting Ready For Spring

    I’m prepping for the upcoming Road Scholar rides later this month, and part of that means getting the Iguana back in shape. There’s not much to do really, but I did replace the handlebar grips and the chain. (As an aside: when did quick links — excuse me, “power links” — become so hard to use?) The chain was “stretched” (i.e. worn) a bit but not too much, so I did not expect to need to change out any more of the drivetrain — the wear manifested mostly as a bit of lateral flex, which I suspect messes with shifting. Chain and new grips took me maybe a half hour or so to replace; I did it about a week ago and took it on a few short test rides, and everything seemed in order. Sweet!

    Fast forward to last Monday, when I went out with Anne to do a reconnaissance of the Allamuchy RS route. We didn’t quite prepare ahead of time: I wanted to bring the Kona but couldn’t fit it either on the roof rack (not without an adapter I couldn’t find), or on the rear rack with Anne’s touring bike. D’oh! I put the Kona away and put the newly-refurbished Iguana on the roof rack, and off we went, only 45 minutes late…

    We got to the start and got riding, and within a mile I had issues with the chain skipping on the rear cogs — a sure sign that I should have replaced the cassette. No matter, I was able to find some gear combinations that worked, and the ride itself was very enjoyable — Anne had never done this ride, and I was glad to see she really liked it.

    Our ride:

    As soon as we got home I ordered new chain rings and a new cassette. They arrived Friday and I put them on yesterday — after running over to Doug’s, to borrow some tools I could not find in the basement mess, and today I rode it over to the Museum of Industrial History on Southside to watch them run their steam engines.

    But that’s for another post. For now I think the Iguana is running great.


  • Iris Update

    Not much to say, but here’s a bunch of Iris photos from February. Enjoy! You can almost see her growing, day by day and week by week.


  • Through The Trees

    Well, it’s over: I got it out of my system.

    I don’t even remember why, but I’d been thinking about trees lately (the comp-sci/data structure kind), and that slowly built into a mini-obsession. B-Trees, R-Trees, indexes, recursion… I found myself reading old programming books and Wikipedia articles until I was just about ready to go insane. In all of this, I was itching to find some little project to use them, and couldn’t come up with much more than “build one and look at it,” until I ran across the Wikipedia article for backtracking algorithms…

    Enter the Christmas Gift Exchange.

    Anne’s (large) family does a gift exchange every year, so that rather than everyone buying tons of stuff for everyone else, each person only buys presents for one other family member. (Kids are exempt, they still get tons of presents from everybody.) This keeps things more manageable, and more affordable for the givers, and it tends to make the gifts more meaningful too. Gift givers get their people assigned randomly, and who you’re buying for is supposed to be kept a secret until the exchange at the Christmas party.

    The usual selection process happens after Thanksgiving dinner, when Anne and her sisters put everyone’s name in a hat, and someone pulls names to match against the list of participants. So far so good and pretty random, but there are other considerations: spouses maybe shouldn’t buy for each other, ditto parents and children, or someone ends up buying for the same person several years in a row — the “selection committee” would re-do a selection if the original draw seemed really unacceptable. Then we all get our slips of paper and start our shopping.

    I end up thinking off and on (usually just after Thanksgiving),that this rigamarole could and maybe should be automated, especially in light of the need to keep things random while also avoiding unacceptable giver/receiver combinations. I thought of a few ways that it could be done, and eventually started thinking of this as a problem in graph theory, where each participant could be considered a node in the graph, and each possible gift exchange would be an edge connecting between giver and receiver. Then maybe the problem could be looked at as a problem in traversing the graph, and the solution might look something like Dijkstra’s Algorithm. That was all well and good, but I don’t know enough graph theory to even be dangerous.

    But thinking in those terms made the problem look like it could be handled with tree structures and some kind of recursion, and when I happened across that Wikipedia article something clicked. Hmmmm…

    I wrote a python script to hold some data structures (mostly dictionaries of name lists); once I got that down, the rest came pretty easy: how to add constraints , how to recurse through the backtracking algorithm, etc. I added a few bells and whistles and, surprisingly, the whole thing worked like a charm.

    The most ironic thing about the project is that my results were originally the full set of all possible solutions, saved in a tree structure as nested lists, but once I got the tree obsession out of my system I abandoned that to just return the first randomly selected solution.

    (Actually, that’s not the most ironic part. The most ironic thing about this is that it will never be used — the selection “rigamarole,” as I called it, is actually a fun and much-anticipated part of the holiday rituals.)


  • Recent Reads

    I am currently reading three books:

    Foster (by Claire Keegan), is about a young girl who is sent to live with another family. The book isn’t a long one (I’m about halfway through); it’s very well written, and a sweet story (so far), but there’s a growing feeling of foreboding, of another shoe about to fall… Anne recommended this to me after she read it. Interestingly, the story takes place in Wexford, Ireland, where some of my ancestors came from, and where we spent some time on our honeymoon.

    Cloud Cuckoo Land (Anthony Doerr) is another recommendation from Anne. I just got it from the library last night on my tablet, so I’m only a few pages in but I’m already liking it.

    The last book is a loan from Jeff. Evening in the Palace of Reason (James R. Gaines) is about the fateful meeting between Johann Sebastian Bach and Frederick The Great, the generational and cultural clashes represented by that meeting, and the resulting creation of A Musical Offering. It’s a great story, but the best part of this book is the background material: digressions, biographies, histories of musical theory, the Reformation…

    I keep moving from one to the other, to the other. They’re all great.

    Some other recent reads:

    Still Life by Louise Penny, the first novel in her Inspector Gamache mystery series. Anne loves these books, and so do several of her friends and they’re always talking about them, so I thought I’d give the first one a try. The book was pretty good, and I can see why people like it, but I have to say I’m still not a fan of mysteries — especially here, where the author’s head fakes, misdirection, and general control of the information flow was a bit on the clumsy side. I’ll probably read the second one eventually (where the author may hit her stride a little better), but I’m making no promises about the entire series.


  • Some Musical Interludes

    We just got back from Godfrey Daniels on the other side of the river, where Anne participated in an old-time music jam — a bunch of crusty old characters playing fiddle and banjo, mandolin and dulcimer, and Anne on her violin, and me as the only audience. (Jeff F showed up later in the evening with his violin.) I knew pretty much none of the songs, but it was a real pleasure to listen to everyone play.

    I myself did not get to play today. I was supposed to be playing duets with Donna, but as I was getting ready I found my cello horribly out of tune, and when I tried to tune it one of the strings broke. (It turns out, Donna couldn’t make it anyway, so it wasn’t that much of a disaster.) I took my cello to Montero Violins, where the woman talked me into a full set of new strings — they were rather old and starting to sound dead — which put me back a good chunk of change, but it had to happen sooner or later. (I also got a lot of good advice on the care and feeding of my cello, so that helped make it worthwhile.)

    Saturday night we went out to a concert in Easton with Jeff and Kristen. Two full string quartets — the amazing Emerson Quartet, who are actually disbanding after this year so we were lucky to see them, and the younger but also incredible Escher String Quartet. Tey played a whole bunch of combinations, quintet and sextets, and ended with this amazing Mendelssohn Octet. It was an amazing night, capped off with a quick trip to Porters.

    So that was my musical week!


  • Eyeball Kid

    So I started seeing a dermatologist last spring, not long before our big Alberta trip. He gave me the once-over — I even got a biopsy — and recommended a new eczema medication called Adbry. It’s something you take by injection every two weeks, with an initial double dose which you have to redo if you mess up your dosage schedule, so I held off on the new medication until we got back.

    It took about a month to kick in, but then it really started working — I have no idea of the how’s or why’s, but my life was like “eczema? what eczema?” This was the most effective eczema treatment I’d ever had, and one of the best things in my life.

    Until it wasn’t.

    Adbry has a known side effect, affecting about 8% of the people who take it, which causes them to get conjunctivitis (aka “pinkeye”), and I won that lottery: starting sometime in November my eyes started getting itchy, and irritated, and really red. (Again, I have no idea of the mechanism, but it was like all my eczema problems were taken from my skin and transferred to my eyeballs…) At first it wasn’t too bad, but then the constant watery eyes started to affect my vision, especially for things like reading, and the irritation made sunlight, or even bright lights, uncomfortable. I saw the dermatologist, and he referred me to my eye doctor. The eye doctor initially tried some milder treatments, which were OK but not 100% effective so he put me on steroid eye drops, and they seem to be doing the trick. I am now tapering off the drops, and going for weekly eye exams — steroids come with their own set of issues. Meantime, I discontinued the Adbry.

    I had a problem, I took that stuff, now I have two problems… the eczema is kind of manifesting again, but it’s not all that bad yet, and the dermatologist may have another treatment recommendation for me when I seem him in a few weeks.


  • Fun With Networks

    So the other big news, that I didn’t actually talk about last week, is that Emmi and Kyle are looking to move back East — specifically, they are moving to Bethlehem in the spring. Awesome news! But that also means a lot of work, as they must now shop for a home long distance…

    We’re helping where we can, looking online for suitable houses, searching the neighborhoods for new “FOR SALE” signs, etc, and we went on a walk-through of one hot prospect the other day with the realtor. Emmi & Kyle participated on Zoom, and I documented the walk-through on video.

    That all worked out pretty well, but when I got home I saw my video file was pretty big, like 2.5 GB, too big for regular email, so I tried sharing it to Google Drive. I clicked the link, and it said “uploading” but there’s no progress indication, and more than an hour later it’s still hanging fire, so I canceled the upload. I figured I could just put it on my laptop and move it from there, but the USB cable was wonky and won’t connect data; I tried moving it via FTP but the file is on my auxiliary memory card and the server wouldn’t access it. Cue that song about the hole in the bucket…

    So now what?

    Well, I’d set up an SMB share on my laptop a while ago, so I can share things from the laptop to other devices on the network, but it was deliberately set up to be read-only for guest accounts — I don”t want people to be able to come along and dump arbitrary files onto my computer. What I forgot I did though, and remembered in the heat of this debacle, is that I’d also made the share read/write for an authorized regular user (like, say, me with my regular login and a password) — hmmm, maybe I’ll give that a try. The SMB connection on the phone was set up to be anonymous, so I had to change a few settings, but after that I was able to move things easily from either the phone or the laptop over to the other. I tested it on that big video file, which took some time to transfer but it worked fine, and then I just uploaded the file in the usual way to Google Drive. Easy peasy!

    (I also made those changes to my tablet settings, so I can share files the same way there.)


  • Some Photos From Our Trip

    We passed through 30th Street Station on our way to the airport, and that’s where I got these photos of the bas relief sculpture “Spirit of Transportation” and a moment when no one was walking in front of it:

    That was on our first attempt at flying out (the flight that got canceled), when I was feeling pretty optimistic. I didn’t take many other photos after that, until we were safely in our AirBnB, when we had a good night’s sleep behind us and were ready to receive visitors.

    The star of the visit was Baby Iris (of course):

    Uncle Ben With Iris

    The next day it snowed, mostly overnight but totals were 8″-plus throughout the area. My eyes had been bothering me, and the bright sun on the snow was a bit much so I NOPE’ed out of any outdoor fun and just stayed indoors. Ben made an awesome chicken pot pie for dinner.

    Just a few more photos of Iris:

    Then our trip was over, and we took the red-eye back to Philly. We got breakfast with Ben downtown, before we all went our separate ways:


  • Welcome to 2023

    Anne and I were exhausted on New Year’s Eve after all our traveling, but we rallied a bit and had a few friends over: John & Donna (with Finn and Sloane) and Sean & Jennifer. Snacks, drinks and catching up, low key and pleasant; John & Donna left with the kids relatively early but Jen & Sean were here almost to midnight. (We made it to about 12:10 ourselves, watching the neighbors up the street shoot some fireworks before crashing.)

    New Year’s Day was pretty low key — we did a short walk down to Sand Island with John and Donna (again with Finn & Sloane), and even saw some people doing the Polar Bear Challenge in the Lehigh.

    Yesterday I got together with Doug, and also Renee & John to do a towpath ride — we rode to Easton and then took the trail up to Tatamy and back. It was a pretty big ride for this time of year, almost 39 miles, cold and even rainy at times. After I got home, Anne and I made a housewarming visit to Scott & Kellyn at their new home, and then I came home and visited naptime …

    Today is a rainy day. Anne is in NY visiting with her sister, and I am here working through my to-do list backlog (cello, blogging, etc). Trying to stay on top of things, trying to keep some new leaf, or even the same old leaves, turned over. I’ll probably post some resolutions in the next day or so.

    Anyway, Happy New Year!