Climbing through the layers....

Everyone has a memory of those rare, but oh soo beautiful sunsets, where there are high rippling clouds that turn bright orange-red as the sun sets? Well, this afternoon, on my flight back from Florida, I not only saw one of these skies -- I also got to approach it, fly through it, and see it from above! It was one of the most memorable flights I have ever had.

We took off in late afternoon, as the sun was settling a bit above the horizon in the west. There was a warm, humid haze hanging in the air, and three layers of clouds - scattered puffy cumulus at the bottom, a middle layer of occasional stratus, and a wonderful, rippling set of high clouds, far above - seemingly higher than one could believe flying. A mackerel sky in the making.

As we ascended through the lower layer, the first gallery appeared. Pink clouds overhead, and the lit tops of the puffy clouds - the sun itself was obscured much of the time by the middle layer, and the entire sky was made of millions of sun rays in the haze. Each cloud cast a three dimensional shadow through the sky, making columns of light and dark. Unlike on the ground, as the plane moved, you got to see the fronts, sides and backs of these silver shafts, like flying though a forest of roman columns.

As we continued to rise into the roof of the sky, the sun slowly sank in the horizon, and the clouds above, looking like a washboard road, shimmered in orange. But now, they appeared to be within reach - impossibility's bluff being called. Further and further up we rose, and as we passed through the fire, the world briefly changed into a flashing, moving immersion in flaming colors. Then, like geese leaving a pond in the early morning light, we raised above the surface of the world, and took flight over our new scarlet sea. A burning, brilliant sea, complete with rolling waves.

Little did I know that the show was not yet over. Then sun, finally touching the horizon, slowly set, the same as one sees over the western ocean - but here, with a red sea. But unlike a sea, as it set, the color under me faded, but remained bright as ever as I looked west. Like a slowly falling curtain, the moving edge of red turning blue-grey moved across the sky, retreating into the infinite distance.

I slept. When I awoke later, the world had changed - hazy colored sky was now a crystal clear, midnight blue flickering panorama, with a distant city. My home.

Another week, another state...

This blog is brought to you by the MILCOM conference, in Orlando, Florida. Actually Milcom owes me nothing, it is just paying for the Internet connection :-)

MILCOM is the largest conference in military communication around, as far as I know. Huge is an appropriate word for it. Over 5000 people are reported to be in attendance, and I think that over 500 papers are being presented (one of which is mine, that's why I am here). It is being held at a convention center that is absolutely huge, with a 120 m hexagonal glass enclosure connecting four hotel wings. Under the glass is normal outdoor vegetation (and orchids and alligators, I'm not kidding!), so you have to remember that you are not outdoors.

But I am outdoors - I used the "if you are not worried about if it is going to rain on you, you must not be outdoors. Everyone else went off to the Hard Rock Cafe, where the real Beach boys are performing. I was initially less lucky, because I had to meet with a vendor for dinner, but now I am enjoying the quiet, sitting in the dark poolside, typing away. It is about 22 out, with a nice breeze blowing. No one is swimming, not sure why - maybe they are off seeing the Beach boys :D

Here is a thought to ponder. Today from 12:15 to 1:15, they served lunch. To somewhere between 3000 and 5000 people or so. In one hour. Including separate bread, salad, and main courses. Each table sat about 8 people. There were millions of tables, or at least 300+ tables, all in a big area consisting in the three largest ballrooms all opened up and merged together.

Each 3 tables had 2 servers, working more of less continuously serving something - so several hundred servers. Now, the thing I am having a hard time imagining is what the kitchen looked like!

Here is a Google map of the whole affair - click on the blue areas for more...


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It's still green outside!
It is really a strange fall. Here we are, on the 25th of October, and there still many of the trees are green. Usually by this time we would have passed the peak of fall colors, and most of the leaves would be gone. But not this year. Many of the trees have changed, but as you can see, the ones in our back year are still pretty green.

I think things are working towards change, though. This week is the first seasonally cool week we have had, and I expect in a week or so, we will be raking leaves...

Dog Exercise Device

Finally figured out how I can run with Anya on the streets without having to hold a leash (tiring) or have her get tanged up all the time. All you need to do is look like a nerd...

Return from Singapore

Note: the corresponding picture album to this blog is here - check it out!

I am now well established on my flight back to the States. We departed at 10:45 am, local Singapore time, with the sun rising high into the sky, aiming towards that “directly overhead” you need to be near to equator to experience. Now it is 4:30 pm (Sing time), almost 6 hours later. We are flying north-northeast, heading towards the north pole. Our course follows a great circle route, almost exactly paralleling the Asian coast, passing north of Alaska, just missing the pole, then descending southeast to finish in Newark, NJ. My flight progress display says that we are presently passing just east of Japan – my display says Nagoya, and sure enough, to my left over perhaps 20 miles of ocean, I can see the dim profile of a city and land. We are passing from dusk into night. The sun has dipped below the horizon, with a sunset looking in many ways as it would on the Florida gulf coast – except we are watching it from 30,000 feet, and over another continent.

6 hours down, 12.5 hours to go. I ty to make sense of daylight and darkness, to make sense of this journey around a rotating globe. As I write, I am entering night, with Asia on my left. North America is completely in darkness, with dawn currently somewhere over Iceland. In New York, where we will eventually land at 6 pm, the sun will rise in several hours, and their day will begin. Their day will pass, and as I once again enter the US from northern Canada, I will get to see my second sunset of my day. One day, two sunrises and two sunsets, yet with no numerical date change, thanks to the international date line. I start on Sunday, then Saturday night , then Sunday.

It has been a long trip, and it is time to come home. The days, the work, and the flights were was long, but I have no regrets of making it. I won’t write about the business end of things – that were reasonably successful, but at the cost of 14 hour days were too long. But I did get to see enough of the city to get at least some tourist impressions, and hopefully a bit more.

The city
I say city, because to most travelers, Singapore is indeed a city (it is essentially a city-state), as well as a region, and a country – all packed into an island roughly 25 kilometers square. For all practical purposes (I am told by a resident there), your address is essentially written Singapore, Singapore, Singapore (City, region, country). That is if you happen to live in the city, as most do.

And what a city it is! I understand that like most cities there are poor areas, but much of the city is, well, almost postmodern. I can’t really think of a city in the US that feels the same – the closest match I can think of is newest parts of Toronto – also a rather “new” city.

Once you start to explore the city, you get two immediate impressions, and I think they are accurate. To the visitor, he city seems to be about shopping and eating. Stores, usually in the form of many, many huge malls, and food courts, often with hundreds of food vendors, seem to be found at every turn. Our hotel was in the depths of one such upscale district. On one side was the Sun City shopping center – a collection of five tall buildings, each with 5 levels dedicated to shopping, including two underground, all arranged around the famous “Fountain of Wealth”. Five buildings are by design – each building is meant to represent a finger (and thumb) of an outstretched hand, “holding” the fountain. I understand the complex was designed by a famous Fen Shei architect, and balances, well, just about everything.

But that is not all, all I have to do is turn around and there is another shopping center, this one only distributed across 3 buildings of similar size. These all within a 300 meter radius of my room, and each is probably about 4 or 5 times the size of Eastview mall, or double Eaton centre. And, based on a count on my map, there are no fewer than 10 other similar centers in the city. Much of the central part of the city is covered by underground tunnels, and they are worthwhile, as they are air conditioned.

Ah yes, air conditioning! Very useful here! The climate in Singapore is pretty much the same all year – highs about 31C, lows about 24C. Sounds pretty nice, right? Well, yes, but there is one small problem. The humidity is rarely below 80%. Rarely. At least if you are me, you will sweat when you go outdoors. I started to get a little used to it, but after an hour walk outdoors in the evening, it is about the same as if I were slowly running in the summer back in Rochester – you need to shower and change your cloths. You probably need the right genetics. While I was sweating like this in shorts, natives were wearing long pants and long sleeve shirts and an occasional sweater – 28 degrees must have felt a bit chilly to them.

The Hotel
I didn’t make our hotel reservations – our sales guy did, and no surprise, he had good taste – this has not been a cheap trip. The hotel is amazing, the best I have ever had in my life – if there is anything better, I don’t want to know about it. First of all, there was actually too much help. Everywhere I turned there were people “helping” us at every opportunity. They were not looking for tips (Singapore is generally not a tipping city), but it all seemed to be part of the impressions the hotel was paid to make. Here is a typical experience – you arrive back from your day of work, and there are at least two people at the front door (sometimes four!) – one to open the door, and a second person to stand inside and greet you. So greeted, you go to the elevator. Anyone looking your way will also greet you. If any attendants are near the elevator, they may very well dart inside the elevator, ask you what floor you want, and press the button for you. If you go to the business lounge (a privilege we had), you would once again be greeted by several, often by name (I think they memorized them when we gave them our business cards on registration). They would find you a place to sit, and then fetch drinks, and generally hang around, hoping you’ll need something.

The room itself was very nice-- no surprise there. Very modern, with a big bathroom and a glass encased shower with separate tub. There was a telephone next to the toilet – in case you got any calls while indisposed.

But, the room came with a puzzle to solve. After arriving in the dusk after my first day meeting, none of the lights worked! I walk up to a desk lamp, and there was no switch. I walk over to the bed, and find a panel of multiple pushbuttons – this should do the trick! But no, I push some and nothing works. Wheels turn in the head – there must be a master switch somewhere, probably on the console. But damn – I can’t read the buttons, ‘cause it is sort of dark. When I push several, little colored lights came on (later found to be the “room privacy” feature), but not light. Hmm – maybe by the door.

Sure enough, I walk over to the door and find it – a slot to put your room key. I insert and remove my key card, and sure enough, a light comes on! Problem solved – now I can go to the bathroom! But NO – I press the bathroom switch, and nothing happens. Hmm – when you gotta go, you gotta go! I go back to the central control console and try some buttons – no result. Then the entranceway light goes out. Damn! But in that I finally had the key to the puzzle – it reminded my of my car, that keeps the dome light on for some time after I close the door. This time I insert and leave the card in, and all is ok from then on. Still though, I find this system a bit over the top. If you are sitting at the desk, you can’t turn on the light – you need to walk over to the bed to do so. But it is nice when you leave the room or go to bed – everything goes out instantly.

The Food
Three words – lots and varied and cheap. Food was everywhere – I will use pictures to tell that story. Most was what I would generally describe as “Aisian” – you could find Thai, Chinese and what I suspected was “Malaysian, etc.”. It was all very tasty, and I ate as many different types as possible. The prices were very cheap on the street, usually $2 – 4 for lunch, and a bit more for dinner. In the trendy malls it was perhaps double that, matching our US prices. A typical setup would be an outdoor, but partially covered “food court”. These would typically be several hundred feet square, with multiple small “booths” on the periphery, with tables in the middle. Every type of food was represented. Curiously enough, none of the food vendors also sold drinks – you went to drink vendors for that. Very specialized.

People
Although Singapore is an international business and trade center, almost everyone on the street was Asian of some sort – not the mixing pot I see in Brussels, at least to my untrained eye. It was very interesting to me to be immersed in such a culture – unlike traveling in Europe, there really is a skin color difference, and I was well aware that, well, my skin was sooo pale and pink. Don’t misunderstand, I was treated no differently, and this is a very polite culture. But it was a case of “which of these is not like the other….” I think this is one of those important experiences to have – next I’ll have to try southern Africa to get the full dose.

Everyone dressed smartly, and the women all paid attention to details – with perfect haircuts, very warm smiles and everything “just so”.

Night life
Yes, lots. Shops stay open until 10 pm, later on the weekends. The city has many people, and the streets are quite crowded well into the night. Singapore is rather famous for being a safe city, and it was routine to see women walking alone on the streets at any time I was out myself (e.g. 10:30 pm). Hundreds of people go running at night, often singly, sometimes in large groups of a dozen or more. You go down on the harborfront, and can see scores of teens and twentysomethings hanging out, flirting, and generally having fun time. This is one thing I really miss in the US, you find this type of nightlife in very few places.

Everyday life
I know the least about this topic, so will just detail a bit of what I learned. Cars drive on the left side of the street, British-style. Measurement system is metric (of course). The cars tend to be rather expensive models, you would see Lamborghinis here and there, which is pretty amusing, given I think the island speed limit is 90 km/hr, and often lower. At the 200 mph these cars are capable of, you could probably drive coast to coast in 5 minutes And one does not don’t break the law here – penalties and punishments are high! I understand that it is quite expensive to register cars, and about 25 percent of the 4.5 million residents have one. Housing is 80 percent in apartments or more commonly condos (owned apartments). Actually as I understand it, you lease them for 99 years, and the lease is expensive (guessing things start at $500K).

The city has a very nice metro. Probably the closest I have been in previously would be that in Washington DC. It is the type of metro with different prices depending on destination, and fares ranged from $.50 to a max of $2.00. They have a cool way of buying individual tickets that beats the Washington method – each terminal has large touch screens which show a map of the metro system, and you simply touch where you want to go. It then tells you how much money to insert and gives you a farecard. This would never work the US or in Europe, as someone would vandalize the screen. But, as most know from the news, this is taken very seriously in Singapore, and, well, no one seems to do it – so it works. Caning hurts - lots.

The country has very tight control over who is there, and who is not. Like the US, they have need for a strong immigrant worker pool, primarily for the lower job functions (here, construction seems big). These are done using non-permanent visas, which are pretty easy to get, but only last for 2 years at a time, being sponsored by the hiring company. I understand they are tracked effectively, and in this way illegal immigrants are rare. On the other side of the intellectual continuum, permanent immigration is encouraged if you are highly skilled, usually with advanced degrees. They seem to be attracting researchers by offering rather free grant money with little red tape few restrictions – no stem cell research bans here.


Senosa island
Senosa is Singapore’s answer to Disneyland. I went there on my final day (which had no meetings – hurray!) for two reasons. The first was this was one of the “standard destinations”, and I am told you had not been to Singapore until you had been there. But the second reason was really more for my soul. After three days in the city, while I was blown away by the plentiful modern city with its food and shopping, I really needed to get away and find a forest. Senosa had such a forest, even if it was small. And beaches. The pictures tell much of the story, but suffice it to say that it was very lush, very well outfitted and prepared, and a very nice place to be indeed. It was not an amusement park, really, but more of a resort, which was fine with me. I wandered around in some low, somewhat scrubby rainforest, but rainforest nonetheless. And I dipped my feet in the South China sea, only 1 degree (70 miles) north of the equator.

Overall
Upon my arrival, I was very impressed with this city, and that general impression remains. It is certainly very clean, very modern, and very safe. As I explored further through several areas, I was a bit relieved to find that everything is not perfect, but generally people seem to be happy, provided you can stand the heat, humidity, and nearly three meters of rain per year. They are rather cramped for space, there is a very high urban population density, and so don’t have the large parks that are useful in a city to maintain sanity, so it is not a place for me. In fact, large cities are not really places for Chucks. Having said this, however, I would be interested to return – next time exploring more of the island proper.

Midway though the trip, I visited the Fountain of Wealth. In the middle of the overall fountain is a central fountain area with a circular walkway. Tradition is that you walk to this center, hold out your right hand, and circle the fountain clockwise three times, with your hand continuously in the water. If you do this properly, and make a silent wish, you will have wealth. I did so, and there is no question that I have such wealth. But of course, I have had wealth all along – and it so continues, slightly enlarged.

Sailing and swimming in late October!

Today was incredible! The temperature was around 26C (81F), with a light south wind. Since I got in from Singapore last night at midnight, today was a recovery day mostly, although I did a bit of work. But the exciting thing (other than that we have a second poodle now - another post on that later...) is that today we took the FD sailboat, sailed a third of the way down Canandaigua lake, and had a wonderful time looking at fall leaves (which are about half turned) and taking some pictures from the middle of the lake.

Afterwards we both swam for a bit. The lake was cool, but the fact that we could swim at all on October 22nd is rather impressive we think!

Belated Singapore interim status post

Well, I've been traveling for two weeks now, and this is really the first time I have had any time to write about it at all. The first week I was in San Diego, doing my (not uncommoner) trip to work on government software-defined radio standards. G joined me for the first part of that trip, and between meetings and our evening activities we were both busy and happy. After she left, I had two days to prepare a 4 hour presentation I needed to make this week. Looking back, those were two long days - up at 7 am, make PowerPoint slides until 3 pm, then go hiking and eat dinner until around 7:30, then work again until about 1 or 2 am.

But in the end, it all got done, and I stayed alive. Then my journey to Singapore began on Monday. I started by attending some online meetings until hotel checkout at 11, then drove to Los Angeles, where my flight departed from. I found a very cool place to go hiking (more later, when I have pictures to post), and finally got on my plane at 9 pm (Monday).

My flight was long - about 17 hours. Luckily, thanks to my company (and a very nice $7500 ticket!) I traveled in Business class. That was quite nice, and make the trip reasonably bearable, as you could change your seat into a fold flat (but at about a 10 degree angle) bed. With the help of some wine, I managed to sleep reasonably, and finally arrived at 5 am on Wednesday (remember I left on Monday!). Strange things happen when you cross the international date line...

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday seem to be a blur to me. I am traveling here with 7 others from Harris. We wake up at 7 am, present to the Singapore government until about 7, then work on preparing for the next day until sometime between 8 or 10.

Each day I did manage to get out and explore the city (and take pictures), and it is an amazing place. It is quite hard to describe, and I will work on a more detailed post during my 19 hour flight back home. Here are the short quick impressions:

• Very modern city, very clean, and (I am told) very safe. This is sort of what Singapore is famous for, and yup, this seems true.
  
• Lots of shopping. Perhaps too much shopping! But I guess that's because it has...
• Lots of people. 4.5 million people in what is a very small island.
• Lots of food - good, tasty, cheap food. You can get everything, but Asian food is predominant. A lunch sized portion of anything you want will cost you $2 - 3 Singapore dollars, so $1.25 - $2.25 or so. Commodity items (cans of coke, etc) are priced about the same.

Well, more later...

Celebration of the world !!!

It was around 7:15 on Saturday morning. No need for me to be awake, but something stirred me from my dreams. In hazy waking, I tried to make sense of the sound - from every direction squeaks, squawks, rusty sounds - almost the sound that thousands of rusty toy soldiers would make walking down the streets.... Was that a calliope in the background?

I lay there and listen as my brain tried to make sense of this. Then I got up and went to the balcony to listen. I finally found it - the large oak tree just outside the window had changed from a late summer green to green and black.

Thousands of celebrating, nervous, planning, calling European Starlings, announcing the world is indeed alive, and the seasons were changing!!!

I listened for perhaps 30 seconds, which is more than any single human deserves, and sure enough, somewhere in this racous communication came agreement - in a whirr of wings the flock moved on, and, once again, all was silent.

I changed my mind - I don't even want to know....

I work in the lower level (a nice word for basement) of my building. I walk into the bathroom over lunch, and I see all of the sinks faucets running full bore, black silty muck in all of the sinks, and (over this I am confused) a guy cleaning stuff out of the wastebasket. Oh, and a freshly cleaned floor.

I asked him what happened.... and he just gave me this look that said "if one more person asks me that question....!"

A wonderful last summer and fall!

For the past several weeks I have just been blown away by how wonderful the weather has been here in Rochester. Normally this time of year things start getting pretty grey, but boy, you can't say that about this year.

Ever since we got back from Russia not only the weather has been wonderful almost every day, but the dice have been on our side for the weekends also - if it was going to rain, it magically rained mid-week, and was great for the weekend.

The leaves started to change in a tentative way about a week ago. Now they are perhaps 20% yellow and red, but still mostly green. The air is crisp, and the sky reminds me of San Diego.

At least THIS part of life is good!

Very good deal currently on Buy.com - Headphones


Just thought I would inform the world of a very good deal currently on Buy.com. They are selling a set of Turtle Beach noise cancelling headphones for $29.99 (including shipping). The market price of this is usually $59, and even at that price, the headphones are an incredible value for the money.


I bought a pair and I am using them continuously at work - quite a lot of air noise and people talking in the hall. I have a previous set (Noisebuster) of NC headphones, and these work much better.


The link is: http://www.buy.com/prod/turtle-beach-anr-20-active-noise-canceling-headphones/q/loc/111/203276976.html




I have tried them on several other engineers at work, and the general consensus is that while perhaps they aren't as perfect as the Bose NC headphones, they are darn close and $300 cheaper. For $29 ($19 if you join Google checkout) you really can't lose.

What's been going on....



OK, been a while. Let's see what's going on. Well, a bunch of things, actually been rather busy:

• Life - busy. Russia - been there, done that, still haven't processed the pictures though... It was wonderful, wonderful wonderful. Do I need say more? And I will miss everyone I visited there dearly (and you too, Masha!)


• Work - pulled off my "normal" project to work on a proposal for Singapore. This has been somewhat hectic, but at the same time, somewhat enjoyable because I can actually FOCUS on something, i.e. I usually have only one thing to do at one time.


• Work travel - none for the last two months, but next month is going to be a doozy. I start off going to San Diego for several days, then depart from there to go to SINGAPORE!! I stay there a few days and then come home. The flights to/from are 19 hours continuously in the air. THEN you get to connect airports!


• Visits - Olga (Natasha's sister) stayed with us for 11 days while attending an OpenWorld seminar in Rochester. She is the director of tourism for the Novgorod region of Russia, and spent almost all of her time going to meetings. But in between times, we had a great time.


• Obsessions 1During Olga's visit I was obsessing on finding specials on electronics, and at the same time, found some things for myself. All were great deals (I think). First, I got a set of Turtle Beach noise cancelling headphones for $29, which really is $30 lower than what everyone else sells them for. They work fine. Then, there was an rather amazing price on a universal laptop converter, which allows it to be used in a car, plane or standard plug. At $50, it was $100 less than anywhere else. The question is why? Well, satisfaction is guaranteed, so if it doesn't work... it goes back.
• Obsessions 2 - portrait photography. I did this for Nina, now I have a better camera, and am trying to improve on what I did before. I have learned quite a bit about lighting and posing and what not. I have a new background, but its still darker than I would like - oh well, it will do just fine...
• Obsessions 3 - Facebook. Well, not an obsession, but trying to figure out what it is good for, and how to work it. But I expect that I'll never have enough time to keep up with it, and it will quickly fall into disrepair like the rest of my life :-)
• Obsession 4 - Sailing. The racing season is going pretty well, no complaints, really. I have not done much non-racing sailing, though. But it HAS been a busy summer.
• Obsession 5 - EBay. Well, not really. But I sold the electronic flash for my Canon G3 (a 420Dx) and with the proceeds bought a similarly "almost brand new" flash for the Nikon D80 I have now.

That's all for now. At least that load is off my mind...

This comic describes G and I perfectly

Taken from http://www.xkcd.com/ , a very strange site indeed:

In two countries, or perhaps none...

Well, in the first day back after my long "no sleep period" while returning home, at the surface things seem surprising normal. I have had a really busy morning, with unpacking, calling several people, and general organization. I was not too tired, but around 2 pm decided that a short neap seemed like a good idea.

I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly, with my head wrapped in a pillow as I sometimes do. The sun was bright outside, and I didn't close the shades - this way my body presumably understands that it is daytime, and not night. I didn't set an alarm clock, and intended to nap for an hour or so.

During my sleep, I dreamed wildly, although I can't remember at the moment what the dream was about. Then, I was awakened from my dream by a sound I thought I recognized - something that sounded like someone using the electric garage door opener, then changing their mind. A sound like errrrrrr (pause) errrrrr - each for about 2 seconds. I sprang awake, opened my eyes, and had absolutely no clue where I was. It was the strangest feeling! At first I thought I was in the hotel in Vyburg - lots of light coming from the window. But no... Hmm. Well, not in an apartment, so must be in a hotel somewhere! I sat there for perhaps 10 more seconds, looking around, still totally clueless. Everything seemed familiar, no doubt, but I could not place where I was, or what that sound could have been. Finally I deduce that I am home, but can't remember where home was (I was thinking that I was in my previous house). Then the nature of the (remembered sound) came to me - it must have been the garage door. But why up and down?

Well, I now remember that I had given the garage door opener to the neighbors so that they could feed our fish. Was it them? Yikes - better check. I get up.... Still very disoriented, I realize I am about to go downstairs with no cloths on - not a good plan. So I pull on my jeans - inside out. Fixed the problem (at this point, we are probably 40 seconds from waking up). I run downstairs, and look in the garage.

Well, two cars are there - Oh, Gwendolyn must have just come home from work.... But wait, something is not making sense. Oh - Gwendolyn is still in Russia, and her car is here because I will have to pick her up from the airport.

Since no one is there, I stumble back to bed, even though my heart is racing from the confusion. I still don't know to this day if there was a sound at all, or if I dreamed it, and I will probably never find out. Very strange feeling, however!

Well, I obviously fell asleep again, because I had another really strange lucid dream. For those who don't know, lucid dreams are those, usually had in the morning, where you can control (to some extent) the dream, go back and manipulate it, and ask yourself questions during the dream itself to try to understand what is going on. Not everyone has them, but I do sometimes and find the experience fascinating.

I can only remember segments, and of course it is very hard to describe the "feel", only the facts. To confuse things further, during the dream I kept pausing the dream to analyze what was going on - this was still part of the dream itself, though, not something I thought about afterwards so I put this stuff in [[small font]]

I am sitting outside a house, on an old fashioned swing that is hung from a tree. The ground below is dusty reddish brown with occasional tufts of grass, and I am looking at a rather large house - it is quite old, with chipping paint, two stories, including a lower basement section, but it has modern windows on the top story and perhaps a straw thatched roof. [[I thought about this, and decided it felt in the dream like the combination of our current (modern) house and a Russian village dacha house, with a bit of my childhood home in Pennsylvania thrown in for good measure]] I can't see any, but I get the impression that there are goats and cows grazing on the tufts of grass out of view somewhere. It is a dry summer, but the trees are high, with light streaming though them. [[I consider this, and realize the contradictions, that such a place does not exist, and that it is a fabrication of the dream going on - this does not surprise me, of course, and I tell myself to just accept this as it is, that this is why these dreams are so much fun]]

The house is on the top of a hill, on a ridge, with other house further down the road as it wanders down hill. I feel confused on what my role is here, because this does not feel like my property, but on the other hand, I know I own it and am responsible for it. It almost feels that I inherited it and now have it to manage, but don't know any of the people in the village, and don't know how I should behave.

A young women and her husband walk down the path, and head for the house's basement. She seems to be wearing a long, colorful dress in a "village" style - almost an Indian style, it feels to me. They see me, and then shyly tell me that they are of course going to use the banya in my house. I tell them "of course", figuring it is something I am clearly supposed to know about, even though it surprises me.

Next scene. I am sleeping in the top story of this house (indeed, in the same room our actual house has). It is bright and sunny, and the room feels like our bedroom. I am awakened (in my dream) by a noise or alarm clock [[Sound familiar? During my dream I did not realize it, but it is amusing to note that this is almost a replay of the garage door awaking that happened earlier]]. I get up, but cannot wake up, my eyes are still closed. Now somehow I am in the back yard of the house, still with a dusty yard, looking at a modern, white contemporary house across the street. Gwendolyn tells me that in the house there is an exchange student, and that we should go see her. I recall the girl earlier (who now feels Asian, not Indian to me), and wonder if it is the same girl. [[At this time during the lucid dream I stopped it and tried to review my current situation - did we currently have an exchange student? Did this student student represent on of our past students? Was it the new student that just arrived at our friends?]]. I want to find out about her, but can't force myself awake enough to do so - I can just open my right eye, and try as I may, cannot get my left eye to open at all. [[I think about it in the dream and realize that this his sounds like the puppies Nina recently acquired - when I left Russia, one puppy's right eye had just started to open, with the left still shut.]]

At this point, I decide to stop the dream and wake myself up enough to take some notes - otherwise I would forget it all.

For an entire hour after I got up, I still had this lingering feeling that I was still not entirely sure if I was actually awake or not. it is the strangest thing. Also amusing is that I keep looking for snacks that we never have here in the US - Russian chocolates, wafer cookies, and ice cream bars in the freezer. I guess I do navigate by food!

Back from Russia (first post)

Well, last night, after a long return flight back, I have finally arrived back on Terra Firma here in the US. The flight process was a very long one - even I have trouble figuring out how it all adds up, and so I thought I would put an accounting of it all here. The arrangements below are not the fastest way to get from here to there, that is for sure, but I wanted to use a frequent flyer ticket (50K miles will do it),and they did not have an optimal routing. But as they say, beggars cannot be choosers... Here is the chronology, all adjusted to Russia time:

• 00:00 Friday 17 Aug: Sergei picks me up in Novgorod to drive to the airport in St. Pete. Nina accompanies me as an "interpreter", but of course also as a friend who wants to say good bye. Gwendolyn does not make this trip, as she is still recovering from a cold, and is also not stupid - who (except Nina and Sergei, I guess) wants to drive through the night, drop me off, just to drive back home again to see the sun rise? We stop our way to pick up my visa registration (a long, but unexciting story), and arrive at the airport at 0300. As flight registration does not open until 0410, we wait around in the car, eat apples and cookies, and drink tea. Nina decides to start adapting to St. Pete life, and orders a Mocha coffee.
• 0400 Friday - Chuck finally disappears through airport security, which lets Sergei and Nina start their trip back home. I register for my flight, and sit and wait in the terminal, trying not to fall asleep.
• 0620 Friday - Plane takes off from Pulkovo. I get a bit of sleep I guess.
• 0900 Friday - Plane lands in Frankfurt. I sit about for just less than 5 hours waiting for my next flight. At least Frankfurt has nice lounge chairs, so I actually got an hour of sleep for so.
• 1415 Friday - My flight to Charlotte, NC departs from Frankfurt. This is a long flight, no doubt, and I am in a middle seat. Unfortunately for my body thinks it is mid-day, and I can't really sleep.
• 2320 Friday - Flight lands in Charlotte. I go through passport control (no problem), then try to claim my bags to take them though customs. My two bags were not there - they have clearly been lost somewhere. I finally give up, and proceed to my next gate. Now I get another 4.5 hour wait for my next flight. I eat "dinner", try to sleep. This only sort of works, as US airports are not as civilized as Frankfurt, and only have standard airport seats you cannot lie down in.
• 0245 Saturday - I finally leave Charlotte to fly home. Despite the translation from Russia I find so amusing, airplanes do not "fly by themselves" - they need a crew. And we did not have one at first - we had to wait for them arrive on another flight which itself had been delayed. Welcome to air travel in the US.
• 0630 Saturday: Flight arrives in Rochester. I wait to collect the luggage I know will not be there, and then file my missing bag report, and drive home.
• 0720 Saturday: (local time, 2320 on Friday) - I finally arrive home after a brief stop in Wegmans, drug myself and go to bed.

So, there you are a bit over 31 hours door to door, and 44 hours later since I had gotten up on Thursday morning, I am finally delivered, safe and sound.

I did manage to get about 5 hours of solid sleep, and so far am feeling a bit disoriented, but generally healthy. Time to start organizing my day.

Playing with a few Google features...

Two awesome features that people may be interested in.

First up is Google reader. This is an RSS reader subscriber service. If you don't know what that means, don't worry, I didn't until last night. It works like this - you give it a number of site URLs that you visit often that also happen to support RSS. This (behind the scenes) "subscribes" to you them, so it there is any change on the web site, it will send the change to your Google reader. Here are some examples of things you can subscribe to in this way (it is free, of course):

• This blog (just paste in the URL), or most other blogs for that matter
• Photo sharing sites - no need to check anymore. Just include the URL, and if they post, you will then be told of the new pictures or changed albums. For example, our family/friend site. Very useful!
  
• Comics that only get published now and then. My strange favorite is www.xkcd.com.
  
• News feeds - that way new stories get pushed to you, instead of you going to your various sites to see what is new. (Personally I don't use this one, because there is just too much news in this world)
• Public Google documents, or calendars.

You can add this to your iGoogle home page for easy access.

Next, a cute trick, and it works, at least in the US: Google voice phone search. This cute and free service is like 411 - it asks you for your city, then you can ask it to look up businesses, or categories, such as "pizza". If you tell it to SMS the results (say SMS!) it does, otherwise it tells you in voice, and lets you select entries. I tried it from my office phone, and it had no problem with my voice, and told me where to get pizza.

Summer Progressions

As spring emerges out of winter, the world explodes into action. It seems that in a mere two weeks everything changes from a stark, latent state to a light green whirl of motion, of growth, of change. In the spring Nature has no time to doddle, the word is Now, Now, Now!

Life is so busy, and you hardly notice that as the days get longer, the world starts to settle into somehow, to become slowly satisfied with itself. The birds sing early in the morning, you count new songs every day, but the familiar pattern of Summer is forming itself.

Then, surprise!, it is Summer Solstice. Change itself changes to pattern, to familiarity. As July begins, morning warblers are changing to the continuous announcement of the red-eyed vireo and the wonderful song of the wood thrush. Spring peepers give way to crickets.

Summer days and nights feel long and balmy, and change seems absent, too lazy itself to make an appearance. It is with some sorrow that I see the bright magenta flowers of the vetch and wild peas - they remind me of fall, and I am not yet ready. But I still relax at night to the sound of the crickets. Quiet world, quiet nights. Even our hooded warbler is taking a rest for its incessant, urgent calling.

Now we sit near the end of July. Or rather the beginning of the end. The bird song has changed from the search for mates to that of insistent fledgling birds of all types, clamoring "feed ME! ME! ME!". No peepers, but now croaks from distant frogs.

For the first time this year, I hear the first tentative, occasional call of the first kay-dee-did. In several weeks, we will have so many of these that we will need to close the windows at night to sleep. Yes, that time will come soon, and with it August.

Summer changes still, but slowly, in ways measured in weeks. Summer rest.

Sailing Weekend for Chuck

This was a very busy weekend for me- tiring, but lots of fun too. The plan of the week(end) was to attend a regatta at Willow Bank Yacht Club, in Cazenovia, NY. This is a Flying Dutchman regatta that I have been attending for many, many years now. It usually gets between 9 and 14 regional boats, and is quite competitive and fun.

This year was a bit different, however, as several of the boats were attending the FD Worlds in Spain. Add a few more absences and we had 5 boats. This sounds low, but of these 4 are usually within striking range of ourselves - in the end we change places, but Kevin (my crew) and I usually finish ahead of them in the end. And, luckily for us, this pattern continued this year - we won the regatta with scores of 1 - 1 - 1 - 1 - (2) for a perfect score after throwout.

After that we packed up the boat and drove back to Canandiagua lake on Sunday. The wind there was surprisingly nice and not too strong (for a change - this has been the year of the "very windy" instead of the year of the pig, it seems). Gwendolyn and I went out for a wonderful evening sail - truly the best sail of the year. Finally the sun started getting lower in the sky, and we then retired to dinner on the club porch. A very nice day indeed!

Chuck saves himself from sure embarrassment

Just a few minutes ago, I was in the men's bathroom near the end of the day at work. After doing what guys do in bathrooms (which as best I can tell is a subset of what women do in the women's room), I hear a cricket singing. Or maybe a cricket - certainly sounds like a cricket.

So, I walk up and down the length of the bathroom (amid a few confused stares), and can't seem to find him. I then listen to the wall the urinals are mounted on (more stares), and think I hear it in there. Hmmm.

Well, I know that on the other side of that wall is a janitor's closet, so I decide to check that out next. Luckily the door is unlocked. I walk inside, and can hear a cricket, but can't tell how near it is, because there is some noise from the vending machine in the hallway. To reduce that, I shut the door for a second.

Well, two problems - the first minor, the second more problematic. First, I had not turned on the lights. No problem, really, as I was only trying to find out where the sound was coming from. Now, about that second problem. After I pulled the door shut, the inside door handle pulled off! Result? VERY dark room, a door handle in my hand, and a "ching" of falling metal to the ground.

At this time, I was musing over the amusement everyone would have if I just started knocking on the door calling for help. Discussions such as "I don't know, Ken, should be let him out? Its really quiet in the engineering area without him around!". "I tend to agree Dave - let's enjoy a half hour of quiet, at least".

In the end, once I located in pieces, it didn't take long to assemble the door and let myself out. But it was a fun thought while it lasted!

Morning walk

Every morning I drive to work not really feeling awake and a part of the world. I park and begin my 400 meter walk to work.
I await this walk in the spring, because even though it is in the city, there are plenty of reminders of life and growth and newness around me. My favorite these last several weeks has been the lilacs. Along the sidewalk, my company has planted four large lilac "trees". I can smell them from afar, and always make a point to stop and smell them. This transports me to wonderful memories of wandering in Highland park, examining Lilacs of every color and type, from many countries in the world.
I like this unifying theme of lilacs-- a plant that is liked and grown the world over. Nina tells me stories of the lilacs in several parts of Russia where she lives, and I can understand them, because she many as well have been talking about my neighborhood as a kid, where there were lilacs. or any of the three houses I have owned since then.