Yon brief bullet points

9 05 2011
  • Looking like a bad year for softball team.  The once mighty juggernaut that was the Sunriver Nature Center team has split in two, and those of use who have amalgamated with another team – well, when your starting third baseman flinches at balls hit to her, that’s kind of a tip-off.  Still, any softball is good softball, even if I’m not off to the best start.
  • On the bright side, Samantha seems to be doing a little better with the latest fluid injections.  On the bad side, she’s still having hydration issues and is currently down at the vet getting an enema, as she was kind of “backed up.”  I’m sure that’s just as much fun as it sounds.
  • They do seem to like me at work.  I’ve gotten good reviews so far and for some reason, the people there seem to think I’m hilarious.  Seriously.
  • In other work news, though, I may soon be able to share information on the Project That Can Not Yet Be Named, other than that it’s potentially very exciting.  But I can say no more.
  • Snow, again?  In the middle of May?  Well, that’s a typical Central Oregon “spring” for you.
  • Other than that, I got nuthin’.




Land of Disenchantment, ctd.

25 04 2011

I may ramble a bit here, so for the twelve people or so who still read this blog, I’ll ask you to bear with me.

I flew down to New Mexico last weekend to scatter the remainder of Cheryl’s ashes with her folks.We had already scattered some at various places that had special meaning to Cheryl, and this was out last stop. Cheryl loved New Mexico and had said it was the first place she’d truly felt like she was home.

This is something we’d planned to do some time ago, but we could never find the time until recently. I’d love to say I got some long-overdue closure, but in all honesty, right now I’m feeling about as sad and depressed as I have in a long time.

I met Cheryl’s folks at the Albuquerque airport on Friday afternoon, and we drove up to Los Alamos from there, staying with Cheryl’s friend Mia’s husband’s parents for the two days we were there. They were the kindest hosts and had a beautiful house built overlooking a canyon. Really, it’s a house I would have loved to have, with a magnificent view of the crimson alpenglow that lit up the the Sangre de Cristo mountains in the east.

Mia was unable to be there as she was tending to her ailing father in Chicago, and I know she really wanted to be there, but she was able to set us up capably, which was greatly appreciated.

Connie Constan, another one of Cheryl’s co-workers from her Jemez days, was able to suggest an appropriate place to scatter her ashes. Saturday morning, we drove up to the top of the Jemez Plateau and were able to find the site where Cheryl spent a lot of days and nights, and according to Connie, she’d take long walks along the mesa up there.

We were able to find a nice spot towards the edge of the mesa, with a pleasant view of the surrounding area, despite the massive forest fire that swept through Los Alamos almost a decade ago, and the area still shows the scars from that blaze. I think we even spotted the trailer she would stay in when she was up working four days in a row, sharing it with four or five other geologists, physicists and biologists from Los Alamos. We scattered her ashes there, then drove down into Jemez Springs, where the ranger office Cheryl worked at is, and at lunch before returning to Los Alamos.

When people talk about the beauty of New Mexico, the Jemez Springs area is really what they’re talking about. The green of the junipers and cottonwoods and pinon pines is set off by the dark brick-red earth. It was around here that Cheryl showed me a lot of the beauty of the area, and I remembered her taking me places like Battleship Rock, Los Ojos, and so many other places that, despite the fact that I’d only been down there three times to visit, brought back a lot of memories.

New Mexico was high on our list of places to move to once she got finished with her degree. In retrospect, we both wished she’d accepted UNM’s offer and stayed down there.

We met Connie and Jen, two of Cheryl’s co-workers who remembered her, down at on of Cheryl’s favorite restaurants outside Santa Fe on Saturday night. And, like all of Cheryl’s co-workers and friends from her New Mexico days, they gushed about her warmth, her humor, and her passion and commitment to her work. Connie commented that she had been visiting sites that Cheryl had been the last to visit, many years ago, and always knew that when she saw that signature, she knew that the records and forms would be perfect.

I’d heard this before, from her professors at WSU and Oregon, and from the UO Anthropology Museum, where I’ve been told they are still using her organizational system. In a way, Cheryl still has a legacy, from her existing work she left behind, and the scholarship I set up should last into perpetuity.

All of this just made me more sad and depressed. If, Rudyard Kipling wrote, is the most powerful word in the English language. And not a day goes by that I don’t think, if Cheryl had gotten that mole checked back in 2003, if Cheryl had gotten it looked at sooner, if she had gone in for regular post-operation checkups…it will torture me for the rest of my days. Knowing that she had the DNA of a Missouri mule and the surest way to get her to not do something was to tell her to do it, that still brings cold comfort.

Even now, coming up on three years, I’m still struggling. Being married, part of a loving dyad, I discovered, makes you a better person. Cheryl and I bettered and brought out the best in each other. I want to feel that way again, and give that feeling to another person, but…just can’t get on that horse just yet. Some days it just feels like I’m on a long slow march, just waiting for the inevitable end. Get busy living or get busy dying, goes a favorite line from The Shawshank Redemption. For the past three years, it feels like I’ve just been spinning my wheels, trapped by the past, unable to move into the future.

We have standing offers to stay and visit whenever we visit New Mexico again. I don’t know when or if that’s going to happen again. Bill and Rosemary are not as enamored of long road trips anymore, and, to be honest, without Cheryl, I don’t really have much reason to go back there. I loved New Mexico, and understood why Cheryl loved it too, but being there was just another reminder that she wasn’t here with me anymore.





Land of Disenchantment

19 04 2011

I’m leaving later this week to go to New Mexico with Cheryl’s folks, where we are going to scatter the last of her ashes. Cheryl loved New Mexico, and after Oregon, it was where we were looking at ending up after she escaped WSU. It was New Mexico where we rekindled our relationship, and I could see why she loved it. It’s really beautiful country. I visited her several times down there, and got to see a lot of the state; Taos, Chaco Canyon, Roswell, Carlsbad Caverns.

Even though I’m a Nor’wester born and bred, I would have liked to have lived there. When Cheryl put out feelers for grad school, the two places she was accepted were the University of New Mexico and Washington State. She went to WSU ostensibly to be closer to me and family, and also because they actually offered her a job in addition to acceptance.

In retrospect (and with apologies to our friends and acquaintances up there), we looked back at it as a really awful decision. To paraphrase the great Edmund Blackadder, if I never see Pullman, Washington again, it will be a million billion years too soon.

Yes, I am a bitter, bitter man. I hated Pullman and found WSU to be a very horrible place to work (again, stealing from Rodney Dangerfield, why does WSU treat its employees so poorly? Why does a dog lick its balls? Because it can.)

Curiously enough, just five miles over the border, I found Moscow much more liveable. Go figure.

But I would have come to New Mexico if Cheryl had gone there, and I wish she did.

So, yeah, I’m a little down this week. But, I suppose, it will be nice to be in New Mexico again and perhaps see one or two of Cheryl’s old friends. I suppose.





Maybe I got news, maybe I don’t…

14 04 2011

I have previously mentioned The Project That Cannot Be Named as yet I’m working on with ol’ buddy Scot from my time in the game biz.

I have it on good authority that I may have something to say about this very very shortly.

So watch this space. Jus’ sayin’…





Doesn’t seem that smart to me…

6 04 2011

So, I finally broke down and joined the 2010′s (tens? tweens?) and got me one of these here newfangled smart phones. After much consideration, I decided to eschew the iPhone and go with an Android-based system. I was a T-Mobile subscriber, but after encountering the amazing apathy of their salespeople at their store, I ended up going with a Verizon Droid 2. Didn’t hurt that I got an employee discount off the phone and my monthly bill (which, curiously, going with the bare-basement data plan, is barely more than my crappy T-Mobile plan). Go figure.

So what have we learned so far, now that I’ve had it for a week?

1) How have I lived without one of these things before?

2) The first app you should ever download is a power saver. The first day I had it, despite only making two phone calls, the battery barely made it six hours. A quick trip to the Android app store and now my battery lasts two days, not half a day. Much more acceptable

3) Speaking of the App store, Angry Birds definitely has it’s hooks into me.

4) Maybe I can count it as a business expense if I can use this for testing The Project That Cannot Yet Be Named But Will Hopefully Make Some Angry Birds Money.

Haven’t had the opportunity to use the GPS or camera much yet, but I’m sure we’ll find some time to have fun there.





Typical spring in Bend? No such animal

20 03 2011

Tomorrow is the first day of spring, officially.

So, of course, snow is predicted here in Bend.

A lot of places claim that “if you don’t like the weather, wait 15 minutes.” I’m here to tell you that Bend is truly such a place.





Feel the madness!

17 03 2011

I remain unbowed in my quest to have the first two days of the NCAA Men’s National Basketball Championship declared a national two-day holiday. Or at the very least, have the games streamed to work.

Now, at my previous position, where they just didn’t care, I could stream games at work (at, the glories of the internet – I remember dragging a 5″ B&W TV, powered by 8 “D” cells, into work more than once), but my current employer frowns upon such shenanigans, and, being as I’m still brand new, I’m very reluctant to rock the boat at this stage of my employment. I can live with the surreptitious glance at ESPN.com, and the longer-than-average lunch to watch some games at a local brewpub.

Speaking of the job, it’s going pretty good lately. I’m getting a better idea of what I need to do (I have now memorized about twenty really long alpha-numeric passwords for various sites I have to visit, so draw from that what you will). Testing may not be the most exciting thing, but I do enjoy the people there. And we had a beer-thirty party to celebrate a new client. So, in terms of job security, I’m pretty safe in that regard. After the past few years, I’ll happily take that.

Now, unless Belmont can pull off the upset, I will be crying in said beer as my brackets begin to go up in flames early.





Blogging is hard

28 02 2011

I recently read that more and more “bloggers” are getting away from the long-form entry and more and more using Facebook and Twitter. I have to say, it’s not surprising. I find I use FB far more than blogging these days for updates, pithy asides and whatnot. Blogging, ‘twould seem, is work.

Been debating if I want to keep doing this blog, what with my once-every-two-week entries. In the short term, I will, as there are those of you out there who keep track of me here. Long term, we’ll see.

While work is getting better, there are still days I feel quite lost. Bound to happen when all your QA experience is really of the “bang on it until it breaks” variety, not using actual use cases and the like. But I’m learning, apparently ahead of the curve of some other new hires, and they seem to like me. So I got that going for me.

Met with Scot regarding The Project Which Cannot Be Named as yet, and we’re getting some curious nibbles. The odds of Scot actually getting a little niche game studio going up here? Improving. Possibly by this summer. That would rock, as all things being equal, and while where I work is filled with very nice people, working on game design and writing again for a boss who is not an asshole – here in Bend no less – would be a dream come true.

That said, I’m glad I got what I got.





Mind work

23 02 2011

As previously mentioned, the place I’m working it is really big on fostering a positive work environment, to the point that I was given a personality test as part of my interview.

So, as part of my “training” – mine and about 30 other new hires – we spend a two day workshop working on our “enneagrams,” which is…oh, just go read it. It’s easier to explain. But it’s kind of a way of examining your personality, and how you interact with others. It’s actually pretty interesting, and it should come as no surprise that I’m a solid “5.”

And, hey, I’m not turning my nose up at two days away from work, while still getting paid. And free lunch, too, can’t forget the free lunch.

I will say this: it was actually pretty edifying. You actually had people talking in front of strangers, almost breaking down in tears at a few points (but in a positive way), learning more about ourselves and how we interact with others, and I was thinking, was there anyplace that would have done this ten years ago? Even five? I personally think it’s pretty forward thinking, and a great way to build a good work environment.

Perhaps not coincidentally, today was a pretty good day for me at work, even if I was stuck there until seven. But I get to come in late tomorrow, so it’s not a complete loss.





Ski day

9 02 2011

When I learned that old friend and Magic compadre Rick was coming into town for a ski weekend, and, now that I have regular employment, I thought, what the heck, lemme see if I can get a day off mid-week (surprisingly yes) and hit the slopes.

I splurged on some new ski wear (I just needed new ski pants, but when I saw I could get a new ski jacked for only $50 – down from $279(!!), well, I thought I’d treat myself), got my old beaters waxed and was ready to go.

Now, I was worried about several things. One, I haven’t skied in almost three years. Two, I’m old and fat. Three, my conditioning is, how to put it? Awful.

These factors could make for a short day.

When we got to the mountain, at least, I couldn’t have asked for a better day. It was so clear I think I could see the Wallowas. And, being mid-week, when we got to the mountain, there was barely anyone there. Seriously! I can’t remember the last time I was able to part literally at the front door on Sunrise Lodge. So let’s just say that lines were the least of my worries.

So how did I do on the slopes?

In the beginning, fracking awesome.

Seriously, it was just like falling off a log. I was feeling good, no feet or leg pain, hitting runs fast and clean. I even went down Beverly Hills from the Summit and just killed it.

Unfortunately, after that, Rick and I decided to take our chances on another run down the summit, this time down the icier Healy Heights.

That went…poorly. I ended up biffing it royally, creating a righteous yard sale (in powder, fortunately), and after that point, my aura of invincibility was pretty much gone. And so were my quads. My calves weren’t too happy, either.

But I gutted it out until around 2:30, at which point I biffed it again, simply by catching an edge crossing on a freakin’ flat piece of terrain. That told me it was time to stop before I really hurt myself, and we all decided to call it a day there.

I’m out of a looooong relaxing shower and my quads will probably be barking at me for the next day or two. But this was a good day. Good skiing, absolutely gorgeous views of the mountains and frozen Cascade Lakes, and I’m still walking. I’ll take that in a heartbeat.








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