November 2, 2014

I don’t think I slept for an extra hour, but I still woke up feeling extra rested, so that’s pretty awesome. But that fleeting moment of restfulness by no means outweighed the hours/days of angst in the spring when the clocks go the other direction.

Sunday Times. Somehow I had missed that the same director, JC Chandor, had made, in fairly rapid succession, Margin Call and All Is Lost. His first two films. Not too shabby, dude.

Speaking of Big Holiday Movies (were we? We were, technically), I realized that I’ve basically only seen every-other Christopher Nolan movie. M refuses to watch his 3rd Batman movie, but it seems like we might at least be able to hit Insomnia & The Prestige before venturing forth later this week to see Interstellar. In IMAX, the first time I will have made the effort to do that since that 2nd Batman movie, which was so not worth it.

I was ~6 years old when Star Wars came out. I wonder whether people who are even 10 years older than I am have the same subconscious, nearly-instinctive urge to assume that every new bigass sci-fi movie is going to be the one to finally Get It Right Again. By now I have been burned so many times more often than I have been rewarded, but still that little voice keeps bubbling away excitedly.

In prepping for my show, I was reminded that Corrosion of Conformity’s big 5-person “Blind”-era lineup is reuniting this coming Sunday to play a show at the Lincoln Theatre in Raleigh. I pulled the album out & played a track on the air – sadly not “Vote With a Bullet,” since I don’t recall the locations of the profanity accurately enough to edit it on the fly.

It’s still kind of terrible.

It came out in November of 1991, 3 months after Metallica’s Black Album, and just 6 weeks after Nevermind. It’s funny, given what the previous two COC records sounded like, that Blind sounds so much more like the Black Album than Nevermind.

It’d take me a long time to write anything meaningful about COC, I think, since I’d need to talk about hardcore in NC and SC in the 80s, and about the ins & outs of the 23 years since Blind, and honestly I don’t really care enough about them anymore to bother. I lost track of them when I went off to college post-Technocracy, and when I moved to Raleigh in ‘92, they were just this different band with the same name, is all.

Things have been weirder since then, but it’s honestly still kinda easier to keep them categorized that way in my brain.

November 2, 2014

November 1, 2014

Spent a couple of hours watching computer science lectures on the Internet. I get really impatient with video tutorials & walkthroughs of how to use specific bits of software or libraries, but it turns out that I find them incredibly helpful when it comes to understanding the more abstract core concepts.

Or at least I do when they’re lectures by popular & high-rated Harvard professors.

We went to a late matinee of Dear White People. Really interesting movie. There are three directors explicitly name-checked by characters in it: Spike Lee, Robert Altman, and Ingmar Bergman. I’m still waiting to go through my Bergman phase (I figure maybe when I’m in my 50s?), so I can’t really address that, but the Altman & Lee influences on DWP are obvious.

At dinner afterwards, M said it was a better movie than School Daze. My love for School Daze is pretty unshakeable, but it’s also rooted in my love for the musical numbers; factor those out & I might be inclined to agree with M. Certainly the range & variety of human experience depicted in DWP is wider, although most characters still do seem to exist specifically to embody some particular spot on the sociopolitical spectrum.

At its heart, Dear White People is a movie about passing – not just as black or white, but as politically engaged/disengaged, as a different class, as someone who has it far more together than one actually does.

When I mentioned this to M, she pointed out that all of college is about passing. Which is more true for some of us than others, I guess, but is still pretty accurate.

Its flaws mostly lie in its desire to cover too much ground, with an ensemble cast of lesser-known actors. But it’s overflowing with ideas, and it’s hugely enjoyable to watch writer/director Justin Simien try on the influences of Lee & Altman while slowly feeling his way towards a style & vocabulary of his own.

Also, the costumes (at least those for Tessa Thompson) are gorgeous.

After the movie, we made good on a long-running joke/promise to eat at Primal, the new-ish kinda-sorta Paleo restaurant just across the highway from Southpoint. It’s run by the chef/owner from Blu Seafood, and it shares some of that restaurant’s flaws (i.e. reach occasionally exceeding grasp).

But it also had some flaws of its own last night, specifically some kind of kitchen malfunction that had everything running behind schedule & left huge gaps of time between courses. After you’ve waited 45 minutes for some split & roasted brussels sprouts, you should at least be able to expect that they’d be cooked all the way through, instead of nearly raw.

The place was full (though not overflowing), so maybe they’re just falling victim to quicker-than-expected success. Or maybe there’s just one linchpin of the kitchen who was out sick or recently departed.

Food-wise, there’s a lot of bacon.

Dishes that had an acidic component (sauteed kale, a grilled octopus and fennel salad) had way too much acid. Sweet sauces were a bit much as well. This is an oddly common problem around here, this desire to drench flavorful things in sauces that overpower those flavors. Given how many restaurants (including Primal) are flaunting their supposed “farm to fork” credentials, you’d think they’d have more respect for the ingredients they’re getting from those farmers.

November 1, 2014

October 31, 2014

Reyn Bowman was the leader of the Durham Convention and Visitors Bureau for many years, and even after his retirement a few years ago, he has continued to share his thoughts & wisdom via his blog. The other day he posted a long entry that contained, among many highlights, these two paragraphs:

Organic “real places” aren’t created as much as enabled by developers when they are sensitive to scale and work with a light touch so as not to disturb sense of place or force out small, local businesses such as the developers of Durham’s Brightleaf Square did there and then along Ninth Street.

Developers without those sensibilities are drawn to these areas but without officials who are attuned to activist neighbors and small businesses and who are unafraid to say no, places can be quickly overwhelmed, relegating historic structures to little more than an amenity.

I read that yesterday, the morning after I’d had a txt exchange with a friend regarding the imminent move of Blue Coffee, the local black-owned coffee shop downtown, which is moving because the decrepit motel in which it’s located is about to be renovated by a Colorado-based company, the same company proposing to build a 26-story tower downtown.

In that txt exchange, I said something like “I’ll be crying quietly when the ground floor of that building winds up with a Starbucks and a Qdoba.”

I know I am via my very existence a gentrifier – I’m a white upper-class male (a DINK, even), living in a new-ish condo building that’s just 2 blocks from a working-class neighborhood on the edge of downtown. There’s probably a difference of only a few degrees between me and the people who’ll be living in the next wave of condo buildings, the one replacing the Liberty Warehouse, and that 26-story building downtown.

But I don’t think it’s naive of me to say that I moved to downtown Durham explicitly because the businesses in the downtown core are predominantly locally-owned, and I have done my best to support those locally-owned businesses. Which hasn’t been difficult, because they make delicious food & drinks, and show good movies, and do good work.

So I think I’m allowed to express my apprehension & concern, like Reyn, that the next wave of development that is already beginning has the potential to mark the beginning of the end of the Durham that I moved here to be close to.

(When the developers of that 26-story tower showed off their renderings to a crowd of interested, not-quite-friendly Durhamites last year, one of the street-level elevations showed a retail space occupied (via not-so-random whim of the architect or developer) by a Godiva shop. Oh joy.)

I hope that Reyn is wrong when he writes:

The problem isn’t as a respected friend recently prophesied that revitalization efforts have reached the “tipping point,” but that Durham officials seem totally unprepared that the greater challenge will be to manage success.

Mayor Bell, and City Council, are you listening? are you prepared?

October 31, 2014

instagram:

Celebrating Day of the Dead with Sugar Skull Artist @ilovesugarskulls

To see more artwork made of sugar, water and meringue, follow @ilovesugarskulls on Instagram.

“It’s a time of storytelling, remembrance and celebration of life for those who are no longer with us,” explains artist Robert Owens (@ilovesugarskulls), who goes by the name Rob-O, about the meaning of the Mexican holiday Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead).

On the holiday, many visit cemeteries to tidy up and decorate the graves of their departed friends and family, leaving traditional offerings such as marigolds, mementos and sugar skulls. “Our first attempt at making sugar skulls and the Royal icing was comedy. The icing was too thin and it just ran a bit, so all the sugar skulls looked kind of sad,” Rob-O recalls. But over time, the artist perfected his recipe and became intrigued with the concept of turning the sugar skull into art. “It was pretty exciting to push the boundaries.”

Although all ingredients for the sugar skulls are edible, Rob-O wants his works to withstand time and pass on to future generations: “It’s a piece of me, a moment of time that I will never get back, and I want to share this with the world.”

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downtowndurham:

New glass finally added to what will be the Durham Hotel at 315 E. Chapel Hill Street!

I don’t quite understand why the new glass looks to be so much closer to flush with the vertical elements. It looks funny compared with the more recessed previous glass. Or maybe my memory is faulty.

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October 30, 2014

One of those glorious days wherein I had a block of like 4 hours without meetings. So I spent the whole thing making a slide deck for a talk I’m giving next week. The event is “ignite-style” so I went ahead & did the 20 slides/5 minutes thing. Or, rather, I did the 20 slides. I actually have no idea what I’m going to say.

[Not strictly true. I have a pretty good idea of what I’m going to talk about, but I haven’t written an outline or started timing stuff against the deck yet.]

Work is about the most stressful that it has ever been, and I thought I was handling it pretty well (no anxiety attacks, GERD nice & under control, not drinking that much more heavily than usual) but then I noticed a vaguely familiar itch & now I’m 70% sure I’m getting Shingles. But hey, at least nowadays I do most of my work at a standing desk, so if I need to spend the next 3 weeks standing up 24/7, I can probably handle it.

Dinner at Toast, followed by yet another unscheduled trip to WXDU to reboot a server – this time the streaming server was all zombified, sorta serving the Icecast status page, letting me move the mouse around onscreen but not actually interact with windows, etc.

Power-cycled it & then while watching the system log I remembered that I’d installed InfluxDB on it. Remembered because the log was showing InfluxDB repeatedly failing to start.

Once I figured out what was broken, I went home & actually documented the config of that server. Sort of.

At All Things Open last week, I saw a great talk about Chef, which started with the following:

The Sys Admin’s Journey

  • ssh
  • Store notes in ~/server.txt
  • Move notes to the wiki
  • Write some scripts (setup.sh, fixit.sh, etc.)
  • Golden images and snapshots
  • Policy-driven configuration management

When it comes to WXDU, at least, I’m still somewhere between the notes & the wiki stages, with occasional forays into “write some scripts.” Sigh.

October 30, 2014

October 29, 2014

What’s that? They “edited out” the white guys from the catcalling video because somehow mysteriously every example of a white guy had bad audio or some other technical flaw? Yeah right.

Which doesn’t diminish the fact that it’s a real problem, but does diminish the effectiveness & trustworthiness of that video. Sigh.

I forgot to mention in yesterday’s update that I voted yesterday. Apparently every judge in the state of North Carolina was up for reelection at the same time. I know a lot of lawyers (there was a period in the 90s when law school was what library school was a little later on) but beyond that circle, I can’t imagine many other people being able to successfully navigate that list of 25-30 different names.

I took a list supplied by a friend of mine, compiled via input from a couple of her trustworthy friends who work in & around the judicial system. Even so, I don’t know that our signal is going to be distinguishable from the noise.

In other news, fuckin Wayne Coyne is going to come to the Carolina Theatre in December to personally introduce a screening of The Night Porter.

Which has been on my list of things to get around to watching one day, although now that that jackass is coming to introduce it, I don’t know that I’m even mildly interested anymore.

October 29, 2014

October 28, 2014

Spent an hour or so this morning writing a short essay about why I believe cumulative GPA matters to companies who hire students & recent graduates. It’s here on tumblr, a couple of notes up in my timeline, if you haven’t already read it & wish to.

After lunch we got this video:

I haven’t even looked at the YouTube comments, because the peripheral junk from dudes on Facebook & etc was more than enough for me. Dear dudes who are all innocent-feigning, like “why can’t a guy say hello to a woman on the street?”: DIE IN A FUCKING FIRE.

I say this as someone who is himself on a personal mission to say hi to, or otherwise acknowledge the presence of, more strangers whom I see on the street. I’ll usually say “hey, how ya doing?” to men, but with women I typically just smile, without even really going out of my way to make eye contact. Sometimes they smile & nod back, sometimes they don’t. Either way I can’t imagine acting like some of the egregious assholes in that video.

But as bad as those jerks in the video are, I think the asshole on Facebook who managed to be racist, classist *and* sexist in one obnoxious mansplainy comment is probably worse. I’d link or excerpt his comment, except I was so aggravated by it that I blocked him.

I have friends who like to engage with ass-backward assholes on the regular, but I’m sorry, life is hard enough as it is.

October 28, 2014