Archive for the ‘technology’ Category

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Google takes over the world

October 17, 2009

I don’t use Word to write anymore, I use a website called Google Docs that lets me share my stories with my boss and counterparts so they can edit and see changes as I edit. I also can access the stories from any computer with Internet, so when my computer at work dies (any day now), I won’t lose any material. This doesn’t account for whatever disaster that could erase my stuff from the Internet, but anyway.

When I draft a story, I send the draft to various people for editing and approval. I tend to cut and paste the entire document into the body of the email. It just seems easier to me to read something in the email than to have to click on something else and wait while Microsoft Word opens. Sometimes it’s handy because you can track changes in Word, so I can see what edits have been made, but my email program (Outlook) makes my edits a different color when I reply to an email, so that works too.

I don’t mind when someone else takes the story, puts it in Word and then sends it back to me as an attachment, but I think it’s really weird when they ask me to send it again as a Word document. All I’m doing is cutting the text from the email I just sent and pasting it into Word. Can’t they do that themselves?

Today was a pretty typical Friday at my job. I have not spoken to or Instant Messaged a single coworker today. I just sent an email to my boss and that was the only work-related communication I have had. None of my officemates are in today.

I said “Thank you” to the woman at the dry cleaner next door who accepts UPS packages for us when our office is closed. I answered one phone call (for one of the absent coworkers). I spoke to the drive-thru people, the guy at the post office, and the jerk cashier at Fred Meyer who watched my 55-cent coupon get trapped under the conveyor belt and told me I shouldn’t have left it there. And then, unable to retrieve it, did not give me 55 cents off the Swiffer WetJet refill.

I exchanged emails with the dog trainer. Rob’s coworker emailed me inviting us bowling tonight (We accepted). Rob called. I replied to a comment someone left on my wall on Facebook.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I worked on a design project for the better part of the day. It wasn’t all Facebook and post office.

But that is all the communication/human interaction I have had as of 5 pm Friday. I feel all right about it.

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Ethics test

August 7, 2009

I just completely forgot what side of the car my gas tank was on. I know this happens to a lot of people. You pull in, get out of the car, and whoops, you’re on the wrong side.

I guess my excuse is that I drive another car for work sometimes and its gas tank is on the opposite side from mine. Last Saturday, I filled up the gas tank in the work car twice – in Portland and near the office – and then switched back to my own car and had to fill it up too before driving home.

But today’s gaffe wasn’t the whoops, silly me, variety. This was, I got out of the car, swiped my Safeway rewards card and credit card, put my hand on the pump and turned around, completely astonished not to see the gas tank door. I had been certain it was on that side.

I hit cancel and drove my car around to the other side, where the gas pump told me, “Steven Wilson, your gas discount is 10 cents a gallon!” I was about to, with a clear conscience, mooch Steven Wilson’s gas reward (mine is only 3 cents a gallon. I don’t actually shop at Safeway, just buy gas there) but the pump was insisting I lift the lever and pump without swiping my own credit card. I hit the cancel, clear and stop buttons, but it wouldn’t clear. Kept telling my to lift the lever and pump my gas. There was just a hair of an instant when I thought, “Well, if the gas pump is telling me to steal from Steven Wilson, I guess I’m meant to do it.”

But of course I got back in my car, drove around again, and pumped gas with my sad, little 3 cent discount.

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Nemesis

February 12, 2009

At the risk of offending someone I don’t know, but who shares the pronunciation of my name (I’m guessing), I want to share the discovery of “The Kari Safari,” not to be confused with Rhymes with Safari.

Interestingly, her blog appears to be mostly movie reviews. Interesting, because of course, I am trained in the art of reviewing movies. I have a degree in it.

The Other Kari has not posted lately, so maybe she’ll never discover that I’ve linked to her. But if she does, I have to ask, why go by the nickname “Kartard”? It’s offensive to both Karis and retards, which I’m perhaps erroneously assuming is the derivation. Her last name could be Tard. In which case, I apologize.

I told my brother that people coming across this blog will not mistake it for mine, because I would never go by Kartard.

He said, “That’s not for you to decide, Kartard.”

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Can you imagine if I Twittered?

January 27, 2009

I don’t know what to say. Which is precisely the problem. All the random thoughts I want to share with the Internet have become Facebook status updates instead of blogs, and that’s where I’ve been posting photos too.

Partly, because I’ve tried to remain anonymous here, I have virtually no audience, and the things I say on Facebook get reactions from people I went to junior high with. Junior high! Would those people visit my blog, I wonder?

When I first started blogging, I sent the link to everyone I knew and cared about. But many of them, not bloggers themselves, paid little attention. Then I started worrying that something I wrote could come back to haunt me. Wouldn’t want my boss to read my blog!

Somehow, Facebook has made it OK for people to use their own names again. Play Scrabble with their bosses. It’s one-stop shopping…if you’re already on it, writing about yourself, you don’t even have to take an extra step to check in on me.

I wonder, if I thought more people would read my blog, if I would blog more? I took the first step, which was posting the link to this blog under “websites” on my Facebook profile.

Nothing happened. Mostly I’m not afraid of anything I wrote within the past year or two … but if someone really wanted to learn all my secrets, those archives to the right are a treasure trove. Or Pandora’s Box.

The really bold move would be to actually post one of my entries on Facebook. I’m not quite ready for that…

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Monkey man

December 4, 2008

If you don’t follow SYTYCD (Canada or otherwise), surely you’d like to hear the latest on my dog.

While we were in California for Thanksgiving, Isis tore the legs off of one of the first toys we ever got her. A stuffed monkey with stretchy legs we cleverly named “Monkey Man.” Rob got it for her while Isis and I were still in California (also for Thanksgiving).

She tears apart most toys, sometimes within minutes of putting her mouth on them. (The pink leopard ring is still intact, though, Aunt Louise. She loves it.) So we weren’t troubled by the dismemberment of Monkey Man. He was 2 years old, which is a long time in dog toy years.

This morning I was watching Isis on the petcam. She looked like she was licking her feet, but then I noticed something between her paws. The red smile was the giveaway. It was a sock monkey I made in 2004 from a kit given to me as a going away present three jobs ago.

That monkey, along with an E.T. doll from Quin and a teddy bear named Stanley that was given to me in 1996, had been perched on top of the couch since well before Isis adopted it as her bed.

Oh look, here’s a picture of Sock Monkey dangling provocatively over her head. Clearly, she used a lot of will power to resist him until now.


Somehow, she has always been able to tell the difference between toys she is meant to devour, and my fuzzy slippers, for example, or our beloved Hot Diggity Dogs. Oh sure, there’s been the odd confusion over a cat-shaped Halloween pillow and the feather-stuffed couch, but mostly.

Isn’t it strange, though, that she only messed with Sock Monkey after she’d murdered Monkey Man? Like, she recognizes that it’s a monkey and therefore she should be allowed to eat it.

I saw her tugging on the legs, but couldn’t tell how bad the damage was. Probably pretty extensive, since his construction was rather flimsy. I called in for reinforcements, and watched on the petcam as Rob’s mom moved the monkey, E.T. and Stanley out of harm’s way.


Here she is keeping an eye on the construction workers.

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Is this line secure?

October 22, 2008

Back in the day, paper records were considered to be the reliable, permanent thing, right? I’m sure there was a time when sending someone an email felt riskier than sending it in the regular mail…or even sending a fax.

If they have the paper in hand, I know they’ve got it. This email thing? I don’t know where it goes, or if it even got to the person. There’s no permanent record.

But for some reason, I consider email more private and effective than regular mail or the fax. It targets a specific person, right? I have no control over who opens the mailbox or checks the fax machine.

I’m trying to get a partial refund for the leg of our American Airlines flight to India that was canceled in April. The Seattle to Chicago part. A lot of flights were canceled that week for inspections, and you can imagine how disconcerting it would have been to miss our Chicago to Delhi flight. Because I am prophetic, and also an Alaska Airlines frequent flier and credit card user … the night before, I booked us on another flight for $5.

Nevertheless, I think we’re entitled to something back for that canceled flight. Without getting into the whole customer service thing, let me just say that I was unsuccessful in getting my refund on the phone or the internet. I was told I had to submit my request in writing. By mail or fax.

So there’s this paper that’s out there somewhere, I don’t know if anyone’s read it, or whose desk it is stacked on. If it went through a computer, it’d be in a queue somewhere, and at some point, someone would have to deal with it, right?

I’m having these thoughts when my boss tells me he’s going to fax me my annual evaluation for me to sign and send back to him. OMG, fax? Like, just anyone could pick it up off the machine? (Nevermind that I’m the only one here). Still, that means it’s been printed out and someone other than my boss is actually putting those papers through a machine. It’s so exposed.

And about this time, I discover an old email I wrote at a previous job, venting about an old-school secretary, recently returned from retirement, who flipped out when I couldn’t produce the paper record of a leave request.

An email would be acceptable, I was told:

This serves in lieu of the old leave slips we used to use. It becomes part of our permanent payroll records, along with a new report. Print a copy for your records. Everyone needs to keep a copy of what they asked for and his approval. Then if there are any questions later, they have the information they need to support their claim.


I had vented:

Upon learning that we don’t use leave slips anymore, Secretary is now trying to “come up” with another way to do it. See, they used to give leave slips to Boss and Boss would sign them and Secretary would make a copy on yellow paper for the employee’s records. (Must be yellow paper) But absent that policy… she’s going to make everyone print out the e-mail so Secretary can make a bunch of copies so everyone has records of everything on paper. That they have to put somewhere and remember where it is should they ever need it. Because that makes a lot more sense than looking it up on the computer!!

Apropos of nothing, does your Blogger dashboard give you the option of typing in Hindi, or is this a souvenir setting from blogging in India?

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Wired (mostly wireless, actually)

October 20, 2008

It was a tech-heavy birthday this year. With a GPS thingy (Thanks, Rob!) — TomTom to many, but I call her Mandy, after the name of the voice I selected — the HD TiVo (Thanks, Dad!) and the PetCam (Thanks, Mom!), I can do anything.

I can watch YouTube videos on my 40-inch TV! The question of course, is why would I, since the resolution is usually too crappy even to watch full-screen on the computer.

The PetCam is particularly exciting. Since we stopped crating Isis after we got back from India (She was loose in the house all day for an entire week, with basically no supervision since Rob was sick in bed, and didn’t get into any trouble), I’ve suspected she spends all her time on the couch staring out the window.

Now I can go to work and watch her all day, asleep with her head hanging off the couch or looking out the window or barking out the window. Wish the PetCam were HD.

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Comcastic

October 9, 2008

Have you ever been in a situation where a customer service person tells you something you know to be wrong? (I know, cable company customer service complaints, how trite.) This frequently happens when speaking to customer service people on the phone, especially when the person whom you’re asking where to find something within a 15-mile radius of your house clearly is not even in the same country as you are.

In that scenario, the solution is of course, to hang up the phone and call the 800 (877, 866, whatever) number again because the odds certainly are against getting the same person twice.

But it happened to me yesterday in the Comcast store. To fully enjoy the benefits of my factory-renewed (aka last year’s model) HD TiVo, I need two CableCARD decoder things. There exists a multi-stream card that can be used in the newest model, which does the same thing as two single-stream cards. But I need two cards in my TiVo. It says so on the Internet.

The lady at the Comcast store told me the multi-stream card does the same thing as two single stream cards. I said, “But I have the TiVo Series 3,” and she said, “Yeah, yeah, that’s what this is for.” Hmm.

My options? Argue with her that no, it won’t work with my model, insist that she give me two cards; or take the card home, activate it, verify it doesn’t work like two cards, and then take it back telling her that I need two cards. Because maybe the Comcast lady knows more than the TiVo website. And certainly she knows more than me.

Because even when I take the card back, she insists that it should work the same as two cards. Never mind that the TiVo itself told me, after I installed the multi-stream card, “To record two programs at once, you need another card,” never mind that I called TiVo and the dude on the phone said my TiVo will read a multi-stream card like a single-stream card, so I need another card.

The lady asks if I’m sure I put it in the right slot. And tells me that I’m lucky they still have some single-stream cards lying around, because they were told they didn’t need them anymore. (Two multi-stream cards would work as well, but whatever.)

A few years ago, I guess it was really hard to get the CableCARD (why it is spelled that way, I do not know) activated, as evidenced by a myriad of message board exasperations. The activation process this morning, even though I didn’t have enough cards, was pretty seamless, so I’m optimistic that it will be similarly easy to install the two cards tonight.

That’s why when the Comcast lady had trouble removing the multi-stream card from my account and asked accusingly if I’d activated it (like, “why would you activate it if it was the wrong card?”), I didn’t scream, “Yes! Because you told me it would work, you idiot!”

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Whatever I’m doing is what I’m meant to be doing

July 11, 2008

So, uh, I spent a little too much time yesterday figuring out how to isolate 30 seconds of a song and copy it as an MP3 for use as a ringtone on the new phone. And then creating about 10 different ringtones.

I don’t even have a memory card for said phone, and can’t figure out how to download stuff without the card, so I don’t know yet if I’ll be able to use them or not.

However, you can’t tell me that was time spent “goofing off,” because I just used that skill at work to isolate and copy a 1-minute story out of a 6-minute podcast that had no time code or other means of jumping to a particular story 2 minutes 42 seconds in.

Besides, my coworker just got back from waiting in line to get his wife an iPhone.

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Seinfeld the way it was meant to be seen

June 30, 2008

Yesterday we got a 40-inch Sony Bravia. I agonized over the purchase of this thing, so afraid I would get the wrong one. Not about spending $1300 or so on a TV…but what if it broke or wasn’t as good as another one?

I was looking at a 32-inch Sharp Aquos at Stupid Prices for a very reasonable $469 (tax included). But when we got there Friday, it had a “Sold” sign on it. I’m glad, because when the TV was turned off, you could see a mark on the screen, which apparently didn’t show up when the TV was on. I can see myself buying it without noticing that…or getting far enough along in the buying process that I would be willing to accept such a defect rather than leave in defeat.

Later, my mother made a very good point. TV is a very important part of my life. It’s our primary form of entertainment. (Don’t judge. We also work out regularly in our garage and play with our dog, just not for as many consecutive hours as we watch TV.) Shopping around for a deal and winding up with a substandard machine could detract from our enjoyment of said activity. So I went for it.

By the way, that $40 used TiVo wound up being the best investment of my life. The previous owners had purchased lifetime service, which apparently stays with the machine even if the machine doesn’t stay with them. Translation: I have a TiVo for which I never have to pay a monthly service fee. Now in even less of a hurry to upgrade to an HDTV in the bedroom.

The new used TiVo looked quite unused, still wrapped in plastic and containing all the original packaging. It’s clearly been sitting around for a few years, since the “recently deleted” shows include events from the 2006 Olympics. Quite interestingly, the TiVo was activated along with its lifetime service on my 30th birthday.

It gets better. I was paying $6.95 on a 3-year contract on the broken machine. The nice lady at customer service canceled my other TiVo service, which was $12.95, but not on a contract, and switched the 3-year contract to that DVR. Where I once was paying $20 a month, I now pay $6.95 with a slight upgrade of one of my machines. So clearly I am saving enough money to merit the purchase of 40-inch TV.

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