And this is from Haaretz - Israel News! What better source of information.
So, how “good” for Israel was it? Other than forming a usable if provably unsubstantiated pretext for the Iraq war and much of our hectoring of Iran, that is.
Remarkable that anyone who thinks they’re qualified to lead Israel as Prime Minister would say something so honest and potentially damning of their ally.
The hike to the store this morning had a little crunch to it. Grass in the shade sparkled. Good thing Jordan was wearing his fur coat … I’m looking at gloves.
Jordan is suffering from some dietary indescretions at a friend’s house-party. The 14 month-old twins were dropping copious amounts of random foods and Jordan made sure the lovely rugs were clean. He was a little intimadated by the electric trains and the mob but got more comfortable when the boy of the house took him down to the playroom and put him in his lap and petted him for an hour.
We all chuckled at the NY Times article about the NY emergency radio system failing its first tests ($2B later). No surprises there. This amateur radio license prep class in January is getting more and more interesting. I have more than a couple of professional public safety types signed up. I think some of the locals get it.
Bright and clear and cold again. No rain forecast for Christmas day … though it wouldn’t hurt. Today’s a nap day.
Jordan and I are most relieved to have made it through the Radio Club Holiday Dinner. I spaced out and didn’t beg for help among all the other nonsense going on. There are a couple of annual awards and a radio raffle still hanging too. But the party went off and was, by most accounts, a great success.
Today, Jordan and I have been resting and trying to stay out of trouble’s way. It was gray and threatening for a while but it’s cleared off if still cold.
Eric was glad to see me a week later … the shortest time between haircuts either of us can remember. He is convinced a $100 bill will fit under the door if I need to just drop money off on my way by 
… he looked at the cut on my cheek and took a few minutes to coach me a little. I’d pretty figured out the up-and-down only concept but he added some other thoughts. A better shave this afternoon.
Off to a sort-of radio thing, the commission’s having an informal get together and Gene’s announcement as volunteer of the year hit the little paper that arrived today.
So now the storm drain outlet is leaking. Last year it was the sewer lines. And the footings under the decks are even more sketchy than they were. Sigh. At least they’re going to do something a little more permanent this time.
We got our walk in by way of the Post Orifice. Dropped the Yardley package off on its way. The Jordan package arrived here but the one to Hopedale’s not there yet (as of last report).
Jordan has asked for the rest of the afternoon off. He had two visits from the mailman, a Fedex delivery, and the landlord and friends. He’s exhausted if satisfied all is OK. Rain tonight and in the morning, so we’ll head out in a bit for another bit of exercise. Jordan can nap later if he needs to but there are streets to be inspected first. He’s a little more relaxed now that jury duty is over and the Yardley box is off. He’s still quite up tight about the Hopedale box but that will get sorted soon.
Jordan and I had to make our trek mostly in the dark this morning. We were saved by Starbucks being open so we didn’t have to do the crappy donuts at Safeway. It was raining and Jordan was glad to have the raincoat, for a change. There were a few moments of puppy rebellion and confusion over who was leading the walk (as usual) but all i all it was OK.
Then there was jury duty. The drive up was horrendous. You could barely see for the spray off the road. Got there and left my tea on the package scanner. But I got set up by an AC power outlet next to a window! Then, at 10:00AM a nice young blonde in a judge’s robes came down and told us we could go home! How cool was that. So, by 10:15 I was back in the road spray.
The inch of rain was over by 2:00PM but the clouds stayed pretty solid over Orinda. Jordan and I went out and played with Nelson for a while on the back side of the hill then barked at Duna. As far as he’s concerned, it was a pretty good day.
This Wi-Fi piggybacking widespread tripe is simply wrong-headed and legally stupid. There is no law saying that I must secure my WiFi port and furthermore, if I choose not to (and decide to take the risks associated) there is no law that says a neighbor or passerby is breaking any law. The article makes it sound like there’s law covering this and there simply is not.
Am I (are we) taking a risk of sniffing and password and identity theft? Yes. About as much as with any other network open to the public like T-Mobile’s or Boingo’s. They are no more protected than my home network and they’re in lovely places where there’s lots more concentrated action to sniff and snarf. The protections they offer are to themselves to assure people don’t get access to their unsecured networks without paying!
In a Freakonomics Blog entry in the NY Times, we get a collection of interesting pundit/expert quotes. Most of them have germs of ideas we can learn from. The bulk of the message is that they, the experts, are smart and the rest of us are dumb.
They are probably right but that’s not as helpful as you’d like. I suppose, in the fullness of time, one takes the critiques as guideposts but only after filtering out the unhelpful noise like criticisms of populations that live in danger areas.
This is very much stuff that talks to the foundation concepts that have woken me up to the need for action here on the local level. I resonate to some of the ideas but find the grandiosity and pomposity a bit nonproductive and annoying. However, since it’s in the Gray Lady, we all must realize that these are corporate-sponsored mouthpieces and therefore, the next step is probably to figure out whose axes they’re grinding and decide if we feel like either trusting or supporting them as voices.
Sorry to be cynical. Not very sorry but mebbe a little sorry.
Got the draft Letter of Understanding tweaked. No word on their Appendix C (the plan) but that’s not the issue. The issue is getting agreement among the cats that being herded is a good thing.
Decided to bail on the EC meeting last night. Just wasn’t up for it. Besides, the Chicken Soup for the Old Fat Guy’s soul was smelling pretty good. Forgot that the secret herb was Thyme (Mr. the Foodie had to remind me this morning.) My weight performance the past couple of weeks has been pretty sad but c’est la vie.
I guess the face is toughening up. The last shave was rushed and I still got a decent shave with no real discomfort. When I splash the bay rum on, it doesn’t sting very much any more .
We woke up to another morning of dense fog. It hung over the valley late into the morning. Taking the daily constitutional in shorts is getting harder and harder.
The weekly trip to “the farm” (where we pick up our food from the CSA) yielded a couple of mandarin oranges among more prosaic eggplant, greens, late-planted carrots, and peppers. Jordan was a gentleman to the other person picking up her stuff and we were first there at like 8:30.
The walk was uneventful. The latest bill for the printing of the radio club newsletter hit an all-time low of just under $55 … I’m not asking any stoopid questions. One more Board Meeting to run and I’m (at least temporarily) out of a volunteer job. That will be nice for a while. Classes start in January … don’t know how many or where yet.
A morning after story. The “adventure” was yesterday and a good time was had by all. There were a 10K run and hike, a summit run, and a half and full marathons on the mountain. The only one upset was Jordan, who stayed at home.
The long routes made logistics and communications complicated. The limousine (van) at the summit got up there a couple of hours early (probably forgot that the clocks moved back the night before). We had six radio teams on the hill and at least one of them could only be reached by relaying. Net Control was well up the mountain and mobile.
As usual, there were important questions from the organizers that got answered quickly. There were important updates that kept everyone at the bottom of the mountain comfortable that all was as it should be on the courses. It’s another event that can’t be covered by cell phones and really needs the safety net of radio communications.
The two memorable situations were the wheelchair racer on the 10-K course whose mountain-wheelchair’s frame broke and bib number 340 that we couldn’t account for. In spite of the rider’s assurance he could make it, we talked him into a ride the last couple of km. This was a fun-run, not a performance event and he ended up relieved for the ride. Bib 340 showed up, picked up his bib and a tee-shirt, and decided to go home. Fortunately, we got a cell phone call through to him at home before the Sheriff’s and Park District’s Search and Rescue Teams started a full blown search on the mountain (we were still well away from that, actually, but the team leaders were standing there looking professional and ready). The most serious problem was a woman on the course, not an adventure participant, just someone on the course, who fell and injured her leg. She got treated at our first aid station and trucked off to Kaiser.
All in all, another great event by Save Mount Diablo and the Mount Diablo Amateur Radio Club. Julie and her team and John Stuart of our team really did a terrific job (as did all the volunteers). I even heard KI6FYJ and KI6FYK up at aid station 3 got on the air!?