I’m back! Well, almost.

Jim delivered my repaired computer Saturday night, so I spent what few spare minutes (ha!) I had that night and yesterday reinstalling major programs, and I’m still not finished. (Sunday is NOT the day to find spare time for me.) The fact that I don’t miss most of my bazillion bookmarks* should give me pause.

Today is the first day of school for all the kids. I think Emma’s the only one excited, and that’s just because she’s entering first grade, which means she’ll be at school for lunch, and she wants the treats Mommy packed in her lunchbox.

*Yet.

Identity Crisis.

Or, “I has a blog. Now wut I do wif it?”

I’m experiencing something of an identity crisis with this blog. You’ve noticed that most of what I’ve been posting of late has fallen into two categories: 1) domestic stuff, and 2) innocuous filler from the internet. Unlike most of Twitter, Facebook, etc., I do not think that I am endlessly fascinating simply because I’m me, and thus I know that a recounting of mundane activities does not necessarily Great Content make. There’s only one James Lileks. (And yes, Chad, I know that you think that’s one too many.)

Of course, that’s not all that interests me in the world. Here are some other topics, and why I don’t post more about them:

Movies. Well, duh, I’ve got a whole website devoted to movie reviews. But I’m just not interested in movie news and tidbits. For one thing, I’d have to get all my news regurgitated from some other site, so unless I’ve got some scintillating commentary, you could already get it all elsewhere. For another thing (related to the first thing), I don’t make blog-browsing my highest priority, so all of the news would be stale, at least in internet terms. For a third thing, the newest movies are not always what interests me; as you can see from my review selection, I’m just as apt to review an overlooked programmer from decades ago as something that garnered attention in the last five years — more apt, in fact.

Politics and current events. Of course I have an opinion on this. Everyone does. I find myself these days thinking center-right, if there’s any accuracy left in the old straight-line-continuum metaphor for politics (indeed, if there ever was). I know that a number of you readers come in distinctly to the left of me, and that’s fine. But while political discussion is great, political debate is a pain in the ass, especially on the internet. It always has to come back to the axiomatic foundations of one’s political philosophy, and that only after a bunch of research, fact-spinning, and various rhetorical tactics. That’s a pissing contest I don’t want here.

My various creative endeavors. Way back, when my blog was first hosted at other URLs, NathanShumate.com was a personal writing portfolio site. Why did I drop it? Because I never updated it. Most of my writing efforts went into movie reviews. Even now, when I’ve started a new novel, I don’t want to either jinx it or deflate it by discussing it here, and until it’s completed, there’s no marketing effort to discuss. (And what happened to the last novel I started, the horror-western? A subject for a different post.)

Mormonism. A subject near and dear to my heart. So why don’t I discuss it more? Manifold reasons. I know that a goodly proportion of my readers, having gotten to my blog through my movie reviews, are not Mormons, aren’t versed in it, and possibly get bored by the discussion of religion. (Fair enough.) So if I wanted to discuss a general Mormon topic, I’d either have to include a crapload of background so the non-Mormons can understand what I’m talking about, or just label a given post as being for my Mormon readers. Otherwise, I’d turn it into an apologetics blog, and I really don’t want to do that; most of my religious thinking doesn’t revolve around challenge and defense, especially concerning issues that have been ping-ponged back and forth between critics and defenders for decades. And remember what I said about political debates earlier? It’s a full order of magnitude worse for religious debates.

So… What is there left? Random quotes of the day? YouTube memes? What? What should I talk about?

And yes, because of technical difficulties…

… no new movie review tonight. Alas.

Dream journal.

I don’t remember anything before this point, but I was walking out of my old elementary school, Belfast Consolidated, and noted that they had installed automatic sliding doors.

Outside, the snow had piled so high that some kids were having fun on the roof pushing off six-foot drifts. I got into a car and sped away, looking with amazement at some of the plantation-style houses that had sprung up in what had once been isolated woodland. (Here’s the school in question; go north down the road for a while and tell me what you see.)

Somewhere in here, a) it stopped being winter, and b) by car became a bicycle. I was biking alongside someone else, and my tire went flat, punctured by a half-dozen goat’s head puncture weeds. (Note: There are no goat’s heads on Prince Edward Island. That’s a Utah thing.) But conveniently nearly, where the road approaches the water (right here, in fact), there was a combination scuba shop and auto garage. Maybe, I thought, the scuba side would have something like a bicycle repair kit to patch their hoses. (Hey, it was reasonable thinking for a dream.)

Unfortunately, the shop was almost entirely manned by idiots. I couldn’t get the teenage flunkies to understand what I need; they tried to get me to take an inflatable ring-shaped beach toy and use it as an innertube. Finally, a mechanic came to help me (he specialized in $100,000+ cars, so he didn’t have a lot on his plate) and together we searched the old storage room which looked like the overflow from a thrift store. No luck.

And then I woke up, so I have no idea how I resolved my transportation woes.

I feel so 20th century…

The desktop computer is still out; I gave Jim the hard drive Tuesday night to transfer the contents of the failed drive to [goes back, examines syntax of sentence up to this point, gives up], and if I’m lucky I’ll get the whole computer back today.

What makes it worse is that my laptop has been finicky of late in connecting to wireless networks, either at home or on the train. I suspected that the wi-fi card was the problem, so I took apart the laptop (seventeen screws! kickback from the hardware industry? you be the judge!) and swapped out the wi-fi card with the one from my old but identical laptop (as referenced here) that I’ve kept around for parts. The good news is that now I can connect easily to the wi-fi on the train during my commute (when it’s up — it’s not 100% reliable); the bad news is that I now can’t connect at all to my home network. I can see five bars in the “available networks” display, but when I try to connect it tells me that shucks, it can’t, maybe the network’s out of range. So aside from those inconvenient moments in which I can wedge in a couple of minutes on my son’s laptop, I can only access the internet when out of the house. I almost feel like I did when I had dial-up.

It never rains but…

Ever notice how everything seems to break down at the same time?

Tuesday night, the transmission went funny on our car. We had it towed to our mechanic’s shop right before I went off to help with girls camp up up in the mountains, far enough out that none of us out there could get a cell phone signal. One leader could get texts, so my wife would tell his wife something, she would text it to him, he would tell me, I would give him a reply… It was like trying to have an in-depth discussion via carrier pigeon. The upshot was the trannie was kaput (I’m just waiting to see what kind of google searches end up here now), and fixing that — and the rest of the incipient problems — would be $3500. Since it was a used car to begin with, we decided that we might as well cut bait and start shopping for something new.

I got home from camp Friday afternoon, turned on my computer, and gazed in horror at the “disk error” message. After a couple of attempts on my part to work around the problem, I called my techie friend Jim, who said it was probably the goatlovingest problem of them all: hard drive error. He came by to snatch it up and take it home, promising to attempt (with no promises of results) data recovery. This was the system drive on my desktop which has three auxiliary drives, totaling almost two terabytes of data that I really can’t get to right now. Just for irony’s sake, I had received in the mail on Wednesday — just before I went to camp — an external terabyte drive that I was going to use, in part, as a backup for that system drive. Isn’t it ironic, don’t'cha think?

So I’ve been operating from my laptop today, except that my DSL service went out in early afternoon. I didn’t notice until after 2pm, which is when my local ISP closes up shop on Saturdays. I had some messages I urgently wanted to return, but without an internet connection… We were over at the church tonight from 5pm to 9pm, and when I got home the big red light on the modem had magically become a big green light. Yay.

The update on the hard drive is that, yes, the data is still intact, and Jim said that he could ghost it all to another hard drive for me. So in a couple of days I should be back in operation on that front. Then all we’ll need is a replacement vehicle, and we’ll almost be in business!

Happiness is…

..discovering one of Robert B. Parker’s Spenser novels that you haven’t read on your shelf. (What’s more, it’s from 1998, before the 21st Century Descent Into Suck.)

Sorry if I caused a panic…

I meant to leave a note here Wednesday morning to the effect that I would be away helping with the church’s girls camp until today, but time got away from me. In case you missed it, a pre-posted review went live at Cold Fusion last night: The Excalibur Kid (1998). I thought this was the last of the Charles Band-related late-nineties kidvids on my stack. I was wrong; I have one more.)

Then I came home to find that my C drive had simply disappeared, according to my desktop; it kept assigning “C” to the D drive, which is nothing but storage, and then bleating that there was a boot error. No duh. I took off the side, pointed to the C drive and said, “Here it is!” but it wasn’t listening. So I’m typing this on my laptop, which has on it exactly zero of the projects I had hoped to tackle this weekend. Sigh…

Quote of the Day.

One sense of “normal” is statistically normal: what everyone else does. The other is the sense we mean when we talk about the normal operating range of a piece of machinery: what works best.

- The Acceleration of Addictiveness (via)

Train wreck.

Those of you who are local may have seen this on the news last night or read about it in this morning’s paper:


FrontRunner train collides with car, killing 1
A 52-year-old man was killed Monday evening when his truck was hit by a FrontRunner train. It happened near 500 West and 1800 North in Clinton.

The collision took place at the crossing about half a mile from my home; it finally came to rest two blocks away. I didn’t hear about it; I heard it happen. I was out weeding the front flower garden; the crash sounded like an explosion, and I expected to see a fireball over the trees. Then we heard the screech as the train desperately tried to stop. “That can’t be good,” I said, and Michele and I jogged over.

The truck was wrapped around the front of the train; it looked like an empty Mountain Dew can that had been stepped on. We watched from outside the rail fences as police, paramedics, and fire engines from both Clinton and Sunset arrived in short order. (The tracks constitute the border between the two small cities.) We watched as the paramedics tried for several minutes to reach far enough inside the warped windows to check the driver. We could also see them reaching over the back of a baby seat visible through the back window. (It turned out the seat was empty; there was no one in the truck but the driver.) After a few minutes, the paramedics came back to the ambulance, got out two white blankets, and draped them over the truck cab, covering the windows. Then they put all of their equipment away.

And it turns around that the vehicle right behind the truck at the railroad crossing is a neighbor I’ve known for a dozen years; he and his wife were just coming back from a week’s vacation in Yellowstone. He said that the truck simply pulled out from where it was stopped on the side of the road, drove around the flashing arms, and pulled in front of the train. I know I’m supposed to be nonjudgmental, but the driver was either an inattentive jerk, or a suicidal jerk who didn’t care the major inconvenience he caused the other drivers and the train passengers, and the major trauma he caused the engineer.

This video of the news story on this page (not embeddable, sorry) show my son Jason, though not being interviewed; he’s at the lower right in shots of two other interviews.

(Oh, and the first civilian on the scene mentioned in the story? Britain Bybee? He’s this guy.)