The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

Hence Microsoft blaming the EU for it all. I have no idea how accurate that accusation is.

I plan to treat myself to a very nice coffee this afternoon.
Empty excuse. The Linux kernel is completely open source. Every line of code is freely available. Hiding the details of the kernel is only important if there are vulnerabilities that can be discovered and exploited.

Yet, the Linux kernel is probably the world's most widely-used software. It powers every smart phone I know of and every Apple device. It probably powers your car, your router, your smart appliances -- anything that needs a digital processor is probably using the Linux kernel. Most supercomputers, file servers and internet servers are Linux-based systems, including (when last I checked) Lit's.

You don't see every digital device in the world suddenly becoming useless because some third party made a programming mistake. I attribute that to diversity. While all those systems depend on the same kernel, they're in very different settings with different uses and different supporting software. Even if you narrow the discussion to laptop and desktop computers, there isn't one system. There are dozens of different systems.
 
I just brought in the largest tomato I've ever grown. It's a pound-and-a-half: 5 inches across, about 3-inches from end to end. It's a beefsteak style tomato ("Mortgage Lifter") so it has an irregular shape. It has a twin still on the plant, almost as large, but with a more regular shape.

I don't know what to do with a tomato that big.
 
I just brought in the largest tomato I've ever grown. It's a pound-and-a-half: 5 inches across, about 3-inches from end to end. It's a beefsteak style tomato ("Mortgage Lifter") so it has an irregular shape. It has a twin still on the plant, almost as large, but with a more regular shape.

I don't know what to do with a tomato that big.
Um, slice it, dice, fix a tomato soup, put in a salad, salsa, make a Rague, eat it like an apple. Just saying the possibilities are endless.
 
Last day with the kid today. Dropping him off at a hotel near the airport to catch an oh-dark-hundred flight to D.C. tomorrow. Two weeks of management training and off he goes to his next assignment. Yesterday we had BBQ for lunch, for the third time during his short visit. He missed that in Beijing, and sure as heck is going to miss it during a three-year gig in India, where beef is illegal.

Amazing to think the next time we see him, he will be halfway to retirement. He says he's counting the days, already not too pleased with the bureaucracy he has to endure.

He and C fixed salmon with bourbon sauce for an early dinner. They're interesting to watch and listen to as they get in each other's way in the small kitchen. The results are always great. He's a very good chef and I keep telling him he should open a restaurant when he gets tired of government work. "Nope!" he says. "I'd piss too many people off! No substitutions! No gluten-free! No keto! None of that whiny Millennial bullshit!" C says he learned his intolerance for nonsense from me. I push back, "No, dear. He was that way when he adopted us. He just validates my attitudes."

;)
 
When the evening weather forecast includes a graphic showing the amount of smoke haze from fires 2000 miles away, you know it's bad.

We're hoping beyond hope - like everybody else - that they can be brought under control real soon. For us, for the first time in four years at our cabin we will be there during the peak days of the Perseid meteor shower. Wildfire smoke haze totally blows seeing it. Fingers crossed.
 
Just finished listening to one of Rachmaninoff's concertos. It makes me want to write a story with crashing waves and lover's arguing in a storm.
 
No. 2. Be still my heart. So, so much emotion.

Still working on the Mahler excerpt arrangement. Meeting with the concert winds director tomorrow for lunch, and I'll run it by him then. Rehearsals start in three weeks, so I hope he didn't procrastinate like he usually does, dropping the season's schedule on everybody a week before we start.
 
To heck with brains. Coffee... coffee... coffee... (thanks, D!)

Was up until 0230 to catch the opening set of Men's Volleyball. Haven't looked at the final score yet, but Germany wiped the court with Japan in the first set, 25-19. The Germans have an older player (39) who totally dominated. I was hoping to find a replay, because... my being an "older guy", like many of us here... I would wager he couldn't keep that pace up past the 3rd set.
 
My second grade teacher, who I stayed friends with well into adulthood, loved to bake strawberry-rhubarb pie. I recall a couple of times assisting her in the kitchen, and memories of the taste (and feel!) of the pucker!
 
No. 2. Be still my heart. So, so much emotion.

Still working on the Mahler excerpt arrangement. Meeting with the concert winds director tomorrow for lunch, and I'll run it by him then. Rehearsals start in three weeks, so I hope he didn't procrastinate like he usually does, dropping the season's schedule on everybody a week before we start.
Yeah, and the pianist was a woman. I had a total crush on her before it was over, and this morning I can't remember her name. I've been imagining an impregnation story (not for the fetish category), and it gave me a new twist. "It was a dark and stormy night..." No, that's not it.

I filled up most of our kitchen counter space with produce before breakfast, so breakfast was what I could make--peanut butter on toast. Now I have to refill the gas can for the lawn mower and make sure the battery is charged for the weed trimmer. The rain has turned all of my not-lawn areas into weed patches.

One of the common weeds is an amaranth relative that sometimes has red and variegated leaves. I've always wondered why it hasn't been developed as an ornamental plant.
 
Yeah, and the pianist was a woman. I had a total crush on her before it was over
I have never had that reaction with a piano player, but a singer - I used to be crazy about Renee Flemming, what a voice! (and she's totally cute) I saw her perform in Denver and she could do it all, just an incredible soprano, but she seems to get buried by the orchestration. When I'm listening to an aria I don't want to have to go digging through the string section to find my singer...

Recently I discovered Russian-American soprano Yulia Van Doren. HOLY SMOKE! She can stand IN the orchestra and mix perfectly - then drown them out! What a set of lungs! 🫁 and she specializes in Handel - I think I'm in love
 
Watch out, @Duleigh bitches with voices like nightingales will break your heart, wallet, and marriage.
I have never had that reaction with a piano player, but a singer - I used to be crazy about Renee Flemming, what a voice! (and she's totally cute) I saw her perform in Denver and she could do it all, just an incredible soprano, but she seems to get buried by the orchestration. When I'm listening to an aria I don't want to have to go digging through the string section to find my singer...

Recently I discovered Russian-American soprano Yulia Van Doren. HOLY SMOKE! She can stand IN the orchestra and mix perfectly - then drown them out! What a set of lungs! 🫁 and she specializes in Handel - I think I'm in love
 
Watch out, @Duleigh bitches with voices like nightingales will break your heart, wallet, and marriage.
I lean more toward pianists, and maybe violinists.

I did have a short relationship with the original drummer, sometimes singer, for Vixen. It started in a period when Vixen was broken up and she was playing in a band named Wild Cherry. Vixen got back together a few months later and they offered me the job as their engineer, but by that time I'd stopped seeing my future in rock and roll. The last time I saw her was at a Vixen concert in Dickinson, ND, and we split.

I never figured Laurie to be after my wallet. She made more than I did.
 
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