Snowicane 2010

Well, they told us we'd get an inch on Tuesday, and another few Thursday. It turns out, they were actually measuring in feet. Oops. And now they say we'll get another inch or two. I think I'll call and ask them to check their units this time.
Soon to come: pictures of snowmen.

Here are the pictures, I hope.

Olympics

It's Olympics time again, this time the winter-type ones. I've been watching, but you know what? They aren't showing me what I want to see. Curling gets less attention than the ice dancer who can't do a double axle. And shooting/skiing is done after like two days. Tomorrow psychotic people riding on two-by-fours will end. Then it'll just be hockey, figure skating and downhill skiing. Not that I don't appreciate these sports, but how can they really expect to compete with ice-bocci with brooms? Good thing I tivo'd the good ones sports.

Revelations at 1:46 in Rochester

Alright, so it says revelations, but we'll see. I think I'm just not able to sleep and really need to do this. Mind won't shut down, power up the computer. So here I am at the very glitzy and grammerous Tow Path Motel in Brighton, NY (Go Brighton!) and laying in a hotel bed, two parents dozing away in the other bed. Hard as I may try, I can not doze away. Oh well, boot up, and log on. But I'm getting repetitive, and redundant. And repetitive. And redundant.

More Revelations at 1:46 in Rochester

So I've been thinking a lot lately about the condition of the world, the country, etc., and it amazes me; I never thought I'd be around to see it. The End. It's coming. No, the planet isn't going anywhere: it's a big rock. It's us: we're on our way out. And no, not this 2012 garbage. Something predicted a lot later, or earlier, depending on who you ask. I'm talking about a book. I believe that few of you will have read it, since I've been looking for serious people to talk to about it for a long, long time. At least for me. I'm talking about Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. If you've ever read it, think about it. Planes are falling out of the sky at quite a clip, I recently heard that railroad bridges around the country are in various advanced stages of falling apart, and I have the ever-building feeling that the minds in this country are not as...fertile? as they once were. Maybe it's me? Maybe I'm growing more cynical, or more aware, or just smarter, but I really think that something is changing. So that's point number one. John Galt, if you're out there, I'm ready.

Even More Revelations at 1:46 in Rochester

Now, it's possible this next ramble is related. I've really had it up to here [insert hand motion, moving hand to just above nostrils, here] with people not taking responsibility for their surroundings. I just had a conversation that dredged up (you're welcome, citizens of the Hudson Valley) some sentiments from Hurricane Katrina's day in the sun. Now I know, saying this kind of thing will get me called heartless, and then so be it. I don't like being told that we have to help people. Not when they decide to live in a place prone to hurricanes, at the end of one of the most powerful rivers in the world, below sea level and with a poor levy system, and not ever. I don't mean don't help people. Duh. If it makes you feel good to make someone else's life better, or to extend it, then what are you doing reading this? Get out there and do it, in any way possible. But don't tell me we have a moral, societal responsibility. Not everyone does it, and no one goes to their houses with pitchforks and torches. We still let them play civilisation, just like everyone else.

Now Even More Revelations at 1:46 in Rochester

And that's another thing. Civilisation is over-rated. I was thinking about laws, and how I don't believe we need them. First argument I get is this: what about murder, are you just going to allow people to get killed? So I thought about it. That's the first law we have, probably in any society: Thou Shalt Not Kill! But wait, no, that wasn't it. The first law was this: Don't kill or hurt your allies/friends, or your other allies/friends won't be your allies/friends any more. But then, no one ever needed anyone to tell them that rule, did they? Seems kinda obvious, doesn't it? Those were cut-throat times, so not-ally/friend meant enemy. But now we're all supposed to be friends and allies, so it just became "don't kill people." So we cultivate that a little bit, and it becomes "don't stop other people from doing what they want," be it stay awake and write crazy rants or just be alive. Pursuit of happiness and all that jive. And then you have a court to decide if what someone wanted was to stand in the way of someone else's pursuit. And you make another court to deal with people who have disagreements over an agreement they had. These were my thoughts, as they came to me, and then I realized something; I had a revelation. We have this system I made up; it's what we developed as a "society." And it came about just the way I imagined it. All things out of chaos, anarchy. So it's really ok if things aren't just right, and if people are forced to help other people, and anything that happens, because they are the direct result of my ideal. Not the only result, mind you, but that makes it even better, because it's what we chose. We are reaping what we have sown (whether anyone's going to take responsibility or not), and I'm alright with that. I'm going to try and push it in a direction I like whenever I can, and you should all do the same. Now get out there and push!

Long Time No See

Alright, I don't want to hear it. It's been eight months, and I haven't written a word. I am no longer in Germany. I had an amazing time there, and all of the wonderful people I got to know there need to come and see me here very soon. If any of them are reading this. You know who you are. In case you're just following the blog, and don't know me, I got the German driver's license. It was an ordeal, but in the end, I've got a license recognized the world over as meaning you really can drive. So I'm happy.

Now I'm on stage 2 of post-college life. Which is apparently (for me) live back at home and work with my parents all day. So I've become the estimating department at my father's construction company. I learned how to do it all on paper, but now it's been pretty much all digital for a while. So I spend my days drawing lines and boxes over drawings by architects that I almost always end up hating. There has been the occasional architect who was able to explain to me what he wants to build in visual form on a few pieces of digital paper, but more often than not a good amount of "interpretation" is needed. I also do a lot of number-crunching, figuring out what everything should cost once I've decided how much work there is to do. I can't say I'm too fantastic at that, not having done any of this since I was ten, but I have help, so that works out alright. I love finding all the little details hidden in the plans, and I certainly keep busy correcting spelling mistakes and the like in my head. I swear, I would do it on the prints themselves if the software I use would let me. I blame my mother on that one...

'Til next time...

Driving in Germany

This month, the task at hand for me is to learn how to pass a German written driving test. Of course, I'm also learning what all the signs all over the place actually mean, how cars really work, and more about Hashish than I ever expected. You'll see. So I've got sixty of these worksheets, I guess I'd call them, which are actually just example tests. Each one has 30 questions, and if I earn more than ten points (by getting questions wrong) then I fail that test. Also, getting two 5-point questions wrong means you fail too, because the wrong decision in the real world application of those questions could actually be quite dangerous. So, with no further ado, I give to you a random quiz sheet. Don't worry, it's in English. I'm really looking forward to the comments on this one.


Hints for those of us not raised in England:

1. To reckon with something means, as near as I can figure, to consider.
2. Dipped headlights are your dims, the ones that don't dazzle people.

Video Update!

I know, I know, I'm becoming terrible at this.  Here's something to convince you that I'm still alive.  Maybe it won't convince that I'm alive and well, but you can plainly see that I'm alive.  After the break, you get the same video of Phillip.  Note the beautiful camera work.  

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CouchSurfing and The Looong Night of Museums

Yesterday, I decided to finally get out of the house.   I'd learnt of CouchSurfing as a way to travel and find free accomodations.  It was not until very recently that I realized that it was a wondrous social tool as well.  So, I headed off to meet some people at the Hoffbräukeller.  There I met the couple who just moved to Munich this summer and have now set their lives up here, and another "cave-dwelling" au pair, a few locals, and a girl from Ireland visiting a friend who had gone to Ireland to visit her grandparents.  We'll see more of her later.  Good food, interesting people, and I was feeling much better about Munich. 

Around eight o'clock, one of the people at the meeting asked if anyone at our end of the table was planning on attending the Long Night of Museums, and Paula, from Ireland, a

nd I responded that we were.  Julian led us out into the night and we met a few of his friends, and off we went.  Neither Paula nor I knew much what to expect from this night, so we pretty much just tailed along.  

The first stop we m

ade was to the Siemen's museum, which revolved around technology.  Most of what we saw was medical-related technology, like advanced MRI machines.  Here's Paula taking a picture of an x-ray of a skull.

After Siemen's, we left for a new museum that no

 one knew much about it.  For this museum, the city had apparently 

expected a great number of visitors, and so those who had not signed up online were instruc

ted to get a yellow armband so that the gaurd at the door would know we were

 allowed in; our regular tickets would not do.  At the time, we thought this was so that the museum wouldn't have too many people at once.  We soon learned that this reason could sim

ply not be.  The museum, it turned out, was to open in early 2009, and they just wanted to show off the pretty empty new museum they had (almost) finished building.  As much as we were annoyed to have walked through an emtpy museum, it was stupidly funny enough that we didn't really mind.

From there we went and looked at shiny things at the BMW Museum, mostly engines, cars and

 motorcycles.  Very shiny.  Also very cool.  There was one wall which had an example of basically every model of motorcycle they've ever made, and a room which included, as best as I can determine, the only two failures that BMW has ever released.  One was a sixties car, very ugly indeed, and the second was out of the seventies, and I do believe it to be the car that Steve Urkel had on Family Matters.  Neither sold very well.  All in all, an entertaining museum if you have even a passing interest in cars.  

At this point it was about one o'clock, and we still had one more museum we wanted to see, so we hurried onto the bus and were on our way.  This last was not a fun one, but somber; the exhibit explained the White Rose organization in Munich, a group which resisted

 the Nazis during the time leading up to the second world war.  It seems that the six University students who formed the leadership of the group were arrested by the Gestapo and executed.  

Most of the museum consists of the life stories of these students.  

When we'd finished there, Paula was hankering for a pint, so we found ourselves a bar, each had a half liter (sorry, no pints) and then went our seperate ways.  It was on my seperate way, at Munchener Freiheit, a large square near me, that I happened upon my friend 

Michael, here on the left.  We had a very long conversation about George Bush being a farmer and the importance of reading a variety of religious texts.  The nice young man pictured on the right, thinking me in danger or at least inconvenience, came to my rescue and picked up the conversation while I cleverly slipped away.  I gave myself away, however, to take this picture.  Completely worth it in my opinion.