Friday, May 27, 2005

Where's Ken Lay?

It occurred to me yesterday that it's been years now and, while we've heard about several smaller Enron fish going to trial, Ken Lay--beloved dear friend of the penny-ante dictator (despite claims by the White House to the contrary)--seems to be living a life of ease and luxury. Must be a coincidence, that; this is a country of laws.

Personally, I'd be glad to put $29.95 down on a pay-per-view event just to see Ken Lay flogged to death by Enron employees and customers who got jacked up by Enron's pricing, with monies collected going to reimburse the same people. That has a certain charm to it and, given the number of folks who might choose to watch, might be financially sound, too. It'd be just, certainly. For an extra $9.95, we could include Ken Lay's worthless trophy wife, who was beating her breast about how hard things were for them now that they only had 7 houses and they underSTOOD the plight of all those poor people. Gawd, it sounds like Immelda Marcos.


Thursday, May 26, 2005

Speaking to a high school class today

While Eugene soared to 90 degrees, a circumstance I was not dressed well for (i.e., I still had clothes on and was not standing in front of a fan or AC unit), I was taking part in a panel discussion for the benefit of a bunch of high school students at Marist High School nearby. The physics/chemistry professor, Ryan Mosier (sp?) invited a bunch of us to come tell his students what they can go on and do with their interest in science.

It was fun seeing the HS campus and seeing the kids, that's for sure. They were a pretty good group. The other members on the panel were an MIS manager, a hospital lab tech, a pharmaceutical researcher, and a forensic scientist. All of these are interesting occupations. I encouraged the students to consider writing as a career or at least as an adjunct to any other technical career. We got asked about our favorite and least favorite parts about our jobs. I talked about the freedom and not having to commute and being in control of my own hours, which a student told me later produced a somewhat envious look from the other panelists. The students had a number of good questions and seemed fairly interested in what we had to say. For me, the most memorable comment came from the forensic scientist, who observed about the level of care that was necessary in his job. Every time they did something, it tentatively took away from another human being's civil rights, and, the longer they were in their profession, the more weight their opinion would carry. That's quite a responsibility and one that I'm not sure I'd care to have.


Wednesday, May 25, 2005

"Relentlessly cheerful"

I was reading stuff I'd written about myself 9 years ago and one of the things I'd described myself as was "relentlessly cheerful." I don't think that's entirely true anymore--I can do "grouchy" really well when I get impatient with idiots who are wasting my life, like, say the folks at Wells-Fargo Home Mortgage who are clearly incapable of finding their butts with both hands, a road map, and a search party--but it's still largely true. About 15 years ago, my ex-wife gave me a cartoon that shows a man looking happily at a glass with a couple tablespoons of water in it thinking "Hey, my glass is 1/32 full!" And this is still an accurate description: My life works on optimism. Things happen serendipitously. Things manifest when I need them. The universe frequently lines up to make the shot easier for me. I win things. All of these things happen as a result of my belief that they will and that they should.

I'd tried to explain this to people for a number of years, because it really is the best way to go about things. My dear, departed friend Sharma said once that she had decided working with counselling patients that the optimists tended to see things through rose-colored glasses. The pessimists see things exactly as they are, which is to say, pretty crappy. Optimists tend to be happier and more resilient to life's slings and arrows. She was trying to help the pessimists be more optimistic, which kinda boiled down to getting them to relax and be in a bit of denial about the reality they saw so clearly.

There's a book by Martin Seligman that's been out for about 10 years that can help people get to this point. It's called "Learned Optimism" and the whole focus of the book is teaching you how to do these things for yourself. Most of the book (which I've not read) shows you that you deserve to have what you want.

But there's another element to this that I like sharing. A magazine article I read years ago described "power thinking," a phrase that's horribly overused if you care to look at Google to try to find the article I read. The gist of the article is a key to optimism and serendipity: you can't close things off. You have to give the universe room to work. If, for example, you say "I'd like to buy a new car, but I can't afford the payments," you've already beaten yourself. Maybe you can't afford the payments and maybe you can, but the presumption of the second half is that because you can't afford the payments that life's ready to stop and no further discussion is warranted. Very simply, the author said, when you find yourself saying "I want A, but B," you should change the "but" to an "and," so the sentence reads "I want A and B." The assumption in the second sentence is that the second half is merely an obstacle or a condition that must be dealt with, but it's not the final obstacle that Stops All Further Movement. From this, you might say "Well, if I can't afford a payment, how can I work out a deal to obtain a car without having to make a big payment or even any payment? Can I trade something? Can I get a car and then sell advertising space on it? Can I share a car with someone else?" A wide variety of other possibilities may spring to mind when you say "and." I like this technique a lot. I encourage everyone to try it out on their next three problems.

Failing any of this, you might just want to hope for the best. Things can and do happen. And be sure to buy at least one state lottery or Powerball ticket in the next week. It's only a buck and wotthehell?




While you were reading this, the entire universe has been replaced by a joke.

Do not be deceived!


Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Blogger messed up, but they're back now

My blog--and the blogs of a lot of other people--were down for a few hours. As you can see, we're all back now.


Nothing much, really, but I wanted to post *something* today

It's been a relatively quiet--but busy--day. I've been working on stuff for a client for most of the day, which has been pleasant but really pre-emptive work. I paused this afternoon to go look at kitchen sinks (yeah, no kidding!) for the new house. I'm now back at the computer, banging out online help files and drinking an incredible pamplemousse bleu, a pleasant black tea with a grapefruit flavor and flower petals.

We're also planning a barbecue for later this summer, but more about that later.

I wanted to add a picture of Willow & BC to all of this, too.


Monday, May 23, 2005

Latest on our new house

We stopped in at the house site after church yesterday. The new house now has both footings and foundations.

This the base of the great room/kitchen area, taken from the corner of the kitchen and looking across the great room towards the back yard (which will be kinda small).

The master bedroom and master bath area. You can see the retaining wall in this shot. We'll be planting rock roses and other things on the hillside behind the house.

This is from approximately where the powder room window will be... and it has a view of the city. No houses are being built that will block this. My office will be upstairs and will see the same thing from 15 feet higher. Cooooooool!


Sunday, May 22, 2005

Vineyard trip--a little smashed and really smashing

Saturday was a lovely day. We got to the departure point and joined another baker's dozen of folks heading out for the day to see three different Oregon wineries and taste the products. About 10 am, we crammed into a large van and a small van and headed up the road. The trip north took about an hour and a quarter ("Are we there yet? Are we there yet?") to get to our first stop. We talked to a lovely couple, Jerry and Linda, who were fascinating people and a real pleasure to talk to.

The first winery was Airlie Winery. The owner was a very nice woman who spent a good deal of time explaining the brewing process for each of the wines, what made them special, and a lot of information about the grapes themselves, all of which was fascinating and informative stuff. I liked her but, sadly, I didn't like most of the wines she made. Part of the problem was that the whites didn't have enough perfume to the nose and the reds were all pretty raw and immature yet. Clearly some of the people liked them, though, so I figured that tastes differ and that's fine with me. We did, however, really love a late harvest Gewürztraminer (aka "ice wine") and I bought a bottle of that.

One of the very interesting things that the owner of Airlie Winery showed us was the difference in flavors between wine aged in French oak vs. American oak. The latter tastes fairly strong and crisp with a slightly sweetish flavor. If you've ever had an oak floor sanded down, it's the same general aroma. French oak, on the other hand, has a smoother, rounder flavor with less sharp edges and a vanilla-y aroma. They're both nice flavors, but the French oak is more mature and more subtle than the American oak. (Funny, French and American oaks are just like… well, anyway.) She also showed us the barrel room, which is a beautiful and rather timeless place, filled with 55-gallon oak barrels tinged with red around the bung. There was a faint damp smell of oak and red wine, too.

Anyway, wine is usually aged in oak for between 10-16 months, after which it's bottled and aging continues. (Unlike scotches and bourbons, which only age as long as they're in the barrel; once they're bottled, the aging process stops.) French oak barrels--which cost about $850--are used maybe 4 or 5 times, after which they're sold to other wineries who are willing to use older barrels or they're sold, frequently as planters.

The owner told us that she had a music festival coming up Memorial Day weekend that the Sawtooth Mountain Boys had been a feature of for the past 18 years. The event sounds wonderful and the locale (for which I sadly forgot to take any pictures) is worth the drive by itself. And who know? You might well have a different taste in wines than I (and you should definitely buy a bottle of the late harvest Gewürztraminer if you like a rich, fruity dessert wine), too.

We paused for whatever lunch we'd each packed for the trip at a picnic area at the Airlie Winery. Jerry and Linda very graciously offered us some of their lunch--they had packed heavily and we had packed light. It was quite sweet of them and they had wonderful vegetarian salads and a ciabatta bread that Linda had made the night before--yum!

We all rolled back into the vans and headed to the next winery, about a 40-minute trip. The most interesting part was taking a ferry ride on a small ferry across one point of the river. The ferry was on an overhead cable so that it just chugged back and forth. Passage for the van was $1.35 and the whole thing took about 5 minutes. Shortly thereafter, we pulled up to Ankeny Vineyards.

The Ankeny Vineyards are very pretty and I actually remembered to start taking photos. (I am sure that everything would have looked better in sunlight, but this being Oregon, we got lots of gray skies and threatened rain on Saturday.)

The owner, Jim Olexa, is a friendly and rather colorful character who poured samples for us. As with Airlie Winery, we got to taste pinot gris, chardonnays, pinot noirs, and rieslings. I thought Jim's wines were a notch above the previous batch, but I also discovered that I just didn't care much for the pinot noirs that we were offered at either vineyard we'd been too so far: the taste is a little thin and sharp for me. I much prefer older zinfandels.

Here's a picture of the brewing area, which adjoins the tasting area. We didn't see the barrel room at this vineyard.

The house is surrounded by somewhat overgrown gardens with a combination of landscaping, unusual garden sculptures, and vegetables. There are also llamas and emus nearby--several signs pointed us off to where they were--but it was a bit of a walk, so we all decided to forego it.

Driving up to our last stop for the day, the Willamette Valley Vineyards, we saw a much larger spread of cultivated land. The other two wineries had about 31 acres of land in cultivation, but Willamette Valley is huge! The main buildings of the vineyard are up on a hill so you can see for a mile or two, as these pictures show. The buildings are wonderful and the facilities are frequently used for weddings, sometimes as many as 3 or 4 a day in the summer. (There was a wedding that was ending when we pulled into the parking lot.)

Actually, as our tour guide, Sally, explained, this whole area is an old volcanic cone, so the soil is very rich and there's a good valley for everything. The vineyard itself is on the south side of the cone, giving it the best exposure. Without this, there wouldn't be enough sun to grow good grapes in Oregon.

Once again, I was reminded why it is I love living here so much: the mountains make me feel safe and tell me where I am.

Sally took us into the processing area first. Willamette Valley is one of the few vineyards in the area that has its own bottling line, she said. Most of the others actually use the services of a mobile bottling line, where a truck drives up and you sorta pour the wine in the top, feed the labels in the side, and it spits the bottles out the back. Makes sense, really, as a bottling line is expensive to maintain below a certain level of production.

Having seen the bottling line from above and then from the floor, we walked over to the barrel room. The barrel room went on…
and on…
and on.

Barrels were stacked up three-high all over the place. Every barrel has a big, clear label that identifies everything there is to know about the wine it holds. And, like the other two vineyards, Willamette Valley only uses their barrels 4 or 5 times before retiring them.

We headed back upstairs to the tasting room. By this time, we'd had two vineyards under our belts and were just a wee bit tiddly already. We certainly weren't feeling below par. Sally poured a number of interesting wines for us. I was able to confirm that, yes, I don't usually care for pinot noir. However, Sally, did pour for us a 1999 pinot noir--everything we'd had so far was 2002 or 2003--and it was clear that a good deal of what I was objecting to was not necessarily pinot noir, butimmature pinot noir. This older bottle was much smoother, certainly less raw, and had a vastly improved flavor. I'll have to try a 10+ year old pinot sometime and see how that is.

Both the owner at Airlie Winery and Sally had made reference to the movie "Sideways", particularly with an eye towards the disparaging of cabernet franc. In fact, though, I rather like cabernet franc--better than most of the pinot noirs I'd had that day--and it was a pleasure to be tasting something a little different, too. They also served a petit syrah and a variety of scrumptious blended dessert wines (I'm a sucker for dessert wines).

In the end, we bought another 8 bottles of wine to add to the bottle of late harvest Gewürztraminer from Airlie Winery: two each of edelweiss (a sweet, blended wine with muscat, chardonnay, and Riesling), Oregon blossom (another sweet blend with a blush from some pinot noir; they described this as "the winery's answer to white zinfandel"), and a 2004 Riesling that has a great, light floral nose to it. But perhaps the best was the two bottles of a a semi-sparkling muscat that has the rich, perfumy nose of lychee fruit, which I'm very fond of in lychee tea and by itself. (My ex called lychees "armored grapes," which I always have felt was a great description of them.)

Laden with bottles and boxes of bottles, we all crawled into the vans in a decidedly lubricated state and napped and nattered on the drive back to Eugene. The hour or so on the road gave us all a little time to de-fog so that we wouldn't be hazards on the road. Bidding each other goodbye at the starting point, we loaded our purchases and lunch containers into our cars and drove home, tired but happy from a very nice day out.


Quote du jour

"Friends are God's apology for relatives."