A few years ago I picked up a copy of Eugene Chadbourne's "I Hate the Man Who Runs This Bar" at the local Borders. I have no idea what I was thinking: I'm not a huge fan of his (though I saw him place once and enjoyed the show, at the now-defunct "Gypsy Café" near our old apartment on Ann Street). And though I've been fascinated by music to varying degrees over the years, there's no reason I'd be drawn in by the cover copy's promise of an "essential guide... for real musicians who have decide to make a life and living out of doing what they love". But now it's one of these books I pick up and reread every few years. A little rambling, but packed with funny anecdotes. I picked it off my shelf again this weekend.

Besides that, I've been taking care of a few loose ends, trying to get my inbox under control, doing a few chores.

Yesterday our friend Graham dropped by on his way from London, Ontario to Berkeley, California--he had a few hours to kill on his way to a hotel near the airport where he was leaving his car and overnighting before an early-morning flight. Our evening's entertainment was a couple slices at Silvio's, a Contemporary Music Ensemble concert at Rackham, then something hot to drink back at our place--with November here, it's finally getting chilly.

Wednesday night in lieu of the French conversation group's usual cafe meeting there was a halloween party at someone's place. I put on my one (weddings, funerals, and halloween) suit, dropped by the Beer Depot and asked for something Halloween-themed (some pumpkin ale that turned out to be pretty good), and walked to their place through a neighborhood full of trick-or-treaters. I was just another representative of a stereotype there: most males came with beer or wine and either no costume or something they could throw together in the morning out of their closet; most females brought real food and costumes. Oh well. It was a good time.

Sara's got a lingering cold and I've been a little low on energy myself, so we've otherwise been staying home most nights and doing not much.

Last weekend was my dad's 65th, so my mom, sister, aunt Carol, and uncle Chunk all showed up for the weekend; mom and dad first, arriving Thursday afternoon, then Carol and Chuck showing up at our apartment (where my parents were staying that night) as a surprise later in the evening, and my sister meeting us at Greenfield Village Friday. Greenfield Village was better than I expected--the demonstrators seemed pretty knowledgeable, and there weren't a lto of visitors, so I got to ask a lot of questions. We saw a Jacquard loom and talked to the guy restoring it for a while.

Saturday was Belle Isle--also more interesting than I expected--followed by stops at Cederland and Shatila in Dearborn to stuff ourselves. Sunday we had lunch together at Seva, then everyone went their separate ways.

This last weekend I got obsessed by a subtle (hence fun!) file locking bug in the kernel that someone reported, and spent most of Friday night and Saturday writing a test-case (more fun than expected since I normally don't write that much non-kernel code) and trying to figure out what to do about it.

Sunday we went to watch the Sandhill Crane migration--there's a preserve not far away where they congregate for a few days before setting off for Florida. It's impressive to see groups of them soaring back in after their day foraging, but they were kinda far away, it was getting cold, and the whole thing went on a little long. Worth seeing, though.

I made it to my French conversation group the last couple wednesdays and had a good time. I think my comprehension is slowly improving, but producing sentences is still difficult--I'll rush headlong into one, realize half-way through I have no idea how to finish it, then get lost. But I guess talking in English is a little like that for me too sometimes.

November's book group book is Clive Barker's "Weaveworld", which I liked more in the end than I expected to. I think the thing I find most difficult is that the characters (especially the two protagonists) are total blank slates--they have no personality at all. But by the end I was almost wondering if that was intentional--as a story about stories (fairy tales especially), maybe that's how it should be. I dunno. His writing also seemed really verbose. I had the feeling it could have been half the size if he'd just stopped telling us how earth-shaking each new event was supposed to be.

I watched "Fauteuils d'Orchestra". The part that amused me most was a bizarre bit of stunt-double choreography in an extra: the goal was to give the illusion that a certain character was playing the piano, during a continuous take that started with the camera stage right of the piano, then circled around it downstage ending stage left, showing as it did the pianists back, his hands on the keyboard, then the pianists face over the open piano. They did it by using the (pianist) double at the start, then (as the camera crossed in front of the piano) having him slide under the keyboard, where he continued playing, hands above his head, as the actor mimed playing along with his hands hovering just above the pianist's. That allowed the camera to get a view of the piano with the actor's face and the hammers still moving in time to the music.

Then last night I finished Truffaut's "La Mariée etait en Noire", a Hitchcock tribute. I like Truffaut a lot, and Truffaut was a great admirer of Hitchcock, whose movies I detest--so apparently this sort of relationship isn't transitive, alas. Anyway, Truffaut's take on Hitchcock has characters that actually seem like humans instead of icicles. I didn't feel like there was much to it, but it was worth seeing once.

I finally got around to finishing "Invasions Barbares". I think the best scenes were actually at the beginning, but it was all good. We also saw Disney's recent "Around the World in 80 Days", which was absurdly contrived, but had some good Jackie Chan bits that saved it from being a total waste of time. And we've been watching the occasional episode of "Buffy", on the strength of recommendations from a couple friends and of sharing a writer-director with "Firefly". It's OK, but not as interesting to either of us as Firefly.

The "bakeathon" testing event at work went well. I didn't have much testing to do, but I had a couple people that I wanted to get some work done with, which we did. And it was fun to have a few more people around the office. Trond and Laura's party was good.

One of the interns had a few of us over to see "Planet Earth". I have these vague memories of David Attenborough huffing and puffing to the top of this or that mountain to point out some obscure bird species on a BBC show that we saw on PBS occasionally when I was a kid, and I assumed this would be the same thing (and sorta wondered why it still had fans). But I guess it's a more recent series. There was lots of dramatic photography. It looked good projected on their wall, but was also a little too soothing--I slept through part.

My bookgroup's annual book-choosing meeting was last week. The group has grown in recent years, which makes the book-choosing a bit chaotic. I don't really remember what we chose or whether it was anything I was particularly excited about. The best part was actually talking to a few of the comics fans afterwards.

Our book for next month is Clive Barker's Weaveworld. I decided I didn't want to read it in order, so I'm reading every 221st page instead, wrapping around when I get to the end. It's got 548 pages, and the gcd of 221 and 548 is 1, so in the unlikely event that I keep this up (and don't mis-add at some point), I should eventually hit every page. Barker's writing style isn't to my taste. It tries a little hard to be poetic or something. But I have to make a good-faith effort to read it so I can go next month and trade experimental French comic books with another attendee.

I returned the bad copy of "Invasions Barbares" and picked up another copy last week, but just got around to watching it last night after Sara had gone to bed. I saw about the first hour or so, with some rewinding to catch trickier dialog. There's one character, an apartment manager, that has just a sentence or two of dialog that I can't understand a single syllable of. I don't know if there's just an incredibly thick accent (what kind?) or some other language entirely.

Anyway, I was enjoying it, but it was also making me kind of tense. I had some idea it'd relax me to watch a little bit of something familiar before going to bed, so I watched some of "L'Auberge Espagnole". It didn't work. Movies just make me nervous for some reason. I should stick to books. I got to bed after midnight and was tired for most of the day, the first day of our more-or-less-annual CITI NFSv4 Bakeathon.

Besides late-night movie-watching, I also did some work Sunday, and stopped by Busch's for groceries on my way home. I don't know why I don't do that more often--it only takes an extra hour or so if I ride my bike.

Saturday we went to an art fair at the Matthaei Botanical gardens to see Dave's sister Heidi, who was showing her stained glass, and to see a silly performance involving three "gardeners" and a string trio (and punch and cake--hey, why pay to go to a concert when they could be paying you?).

Altogether I was outside (in unseasonably warm weather) for a little longer than I'd intended, so I took a nap on getting back, had some dinner, then went to Ajit's, where we finished the last two levels of the wonderfully silly "Rayman: Raving Rabbids".

Before the weekend, there was a week--anyway, that's the way it usually goes. I'll have to take it on faith, though, since I seem to have forgotten most of it. I know that I skipped my Wednesday French conversation group for the second time in a row, and I'll probably skip it again this week since Trond and Laura are having us over for dinner that night.

Sara came down with something last week, and since Friday I've been feeling about to come down with the same thing, but it's never quite hit. I think I'm just going to be a little stupid and tired for a few days without really ever getting sick.

But anyway Saturday neither of us actually felt like going anywhere, so it was a quiet day at home for me, though Sara did a little shopping and work in the afternoon. While she was gone I tried watching "the Barbarian Invasions", so I could turn off the subtitles and try my comprehension skills against some fast-talking French-speaking Canadians. I managed to caught more than expected with the help of the rewind button. Alas, the DVD software died a few minutes in--looks like the DVD was scratched up. I traded it in for another copy at the library today.

Sunday Sara talked me into going to Gallup park for some China-themed event. We watched a few dragon-boat races, ate some free (tasty enough, but not unusual) Chinese food, then headed back home.

That night we stopped by our apartment complex's potluck. There was a guy Adam there who I've seen post on some local Ann Arbor forums defending odd 911 conspiracy theories and such with some of his friends. That easily-avoided character aside it was a pleasant enough group, including some we'd met before (Melissa, Erika) and some we hadn't.

I've been fishing through a big stack of random French-language stuff I bought at the library sale a couple years ago, looking for stuff to read. This weekend it was Marcel Pagnol's script for the movie "César" (which I've never seen; but perhaps I should). As with Jean de Florette it's about old folks with family secrets.

Concerts attended this month:

• Flute player R.K. Srinivasan. One of my favorite parts was a long segment with the two percussionists (Rohan Krishnamurthy on Mrdangam and Samar Saha on Tablas) trading back and forth at progressively shorter intervals. The room was packed, as it was for the Debashish Bhattacharya concert I saw last year, and for good reason.
• The University Symphony Orchestra playing Brahm's Academic Festival Overture, Rachmaninoff's third piano concerto, and Pictures at an Exhibition. The Rachmaninoff is a real marathon, and full of technical fireworks. I think it might have been a little much for the non-piano-nerds with me (Sara, Paul, and Dave), but they seemed to enjoy the concert overall. We had some pizza at Silvio's beforehand, and Paul gave us a lift home afterwards.

Movies watched this month:

• A Nous La Liberté: if you see this on DVD, don't miss the interview with director René Clair's widow Bronja Clair. Not a silent film, but it feels like it could be. It's short on dialog (but includes some fun songs). I couldn't follow much of the French, mostly relying on the subtitles.
• Sky High: sort of fascinating to me just for its absolute adherence to the teen high-school drama template: the hero's introduction to a new environment, discovery of new friends, coming into his powers, betrayal of his friends, disobedience of parents, lesson learned summarized in a speech which for some reason I think is obliged to include the words "I guess what I'm trying to say is...", suspenseful climax taking place at the prom (oops, sorry, homecoming). I almost wanted to go rewatch it and take notes, but I didn't like it that much.
• La Jetée, twice, for the umpteenth and umpteenth plus first (but not the last) time.
• High Society: Somehow I only noticed at the very end that this is a remake of "The Philadelphia Story". For some reason I expected to be embarrassed by the presence of Louis Armstrong, but except for an overly corny opening (with the band pretending to play while on the bus to Newport), I actually thought he was the best part of the movie, both for his music and his role as a one-man Greek chorus.
• Kung-Fu Hustle: over-the-top and immensely fun, and also made great use of music. If you had to see just one I'd pick the similarly silly Shaolin Soccer first, but this one was worth it too. Skip the Stephen Chow interview in the DVD extras; the interviewer is bizarre.
• South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut: I don't entirely get the crudeness-for-crudeness'-sake thing, but there's a joke a second, and the musical numbers are amazing. I enjoyed spotting the Les Misérables and Olkahoma references.

Books read:

• Truffaut's "Le Plaisir Des Yeux": I've been reading this off and on for a while, and finally got through the end last week. The end is a bit of a shock: after lots of warm sympathetic articles about films and film people he's known, the last section collects some of the essays he wrote as a young critic, including the famous "Une Certain Tendance du cinéma français". They're interesting, intelligent, full of nice supporting details, and quite scathing. As a collection of essays the book as a whole can repeat itself a little, and has some parts that didn't interest me, but I really enjoyed most of it.
• Kelly Link's "Magic for Beginners": contrary to earlier claims that all I care about in a book is a lot of interesting little jokes and details, here's a short story collection full of that sort of thing, and my complaint is that it often seemed like an arbitrary hodge-podge. Still, I might give it another try some day. I particularly enjoyed the title story.

Continuing stuff:

• I've been going to my Wednesday evening French conversation group most weeks and enjoying it.
• Work keeps being interesting. I always get less done than I wanted to, but in retrospect it's always a lot more work than I expected. I set up a bunch of new test machines last week (taken over from a departing grad student's research) and have some plans for them. Some side projects (like git documentation) are also chugging along well.
• Thanks to Ajit I have a mild continuing addiction to "Rayman Raving Rabbids". Fortunately I only have the chance to indulge it every other weekend or so.

Stuff I didn't do:

• I still haven't had much time to work with my OpenMoko phone. Maybe this weekend....
• Cooking: somehow I'm eating out a lot. Though often for good reasons. Yesterday Ben was in town and I had a good time with him and some other friends that evening at the ABC.

my favorite algebraic topologist is william thurston, if only because he is the only algebraic topologist i know.

we overlapped at princeton in the 80s, where he used to hang out with some of the computer science theory guys. (non-gender specific use of the word guys: andrea lapaugh was one of those guys.) of course thurston was a legend, having recently won the fields medal.

a puff piece had appeared in the student paper declaring that he could see the world in more than three dimensions. so one day, while heading downstairs for lunch, i asked him what the staircase looked like in four dimensions. he thought about it for a long time.

ok, that is a boring story. maybe i should tell my story about the time i got robert tarjan to say "motherfucker."

actually, that is a boring story, too.

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Dean, a graduate student in the lab where I work, graduated this year and is leaving soon for a new job at IBM. So today Sara and I went to a party for him. We sat outside a few hours, ate and drank, were in turn eaten and drunk (thanks to a wide variety of insects), and chatted. It was nice mixture of new folks and people we knew from elsewhere.

Last night we went for a walk around the neighborhood with Ajit, ending up at Foods and Flavors, where we got some good takeout which we ended up eating at home, after giving up on a bench in Cedar Bend park--the mosquitoes were a little too aggressive, and the food a little too liquid to be convenient picnic food.

I also made a little progress on various projects, but my openmoko phone still isn't making calls; I'll have to make some time to tinker with that next weekend. And the regular cell phone is getting so little use that I'm wondering whether it was worth even the very minimal prepaid plan I bought. OK, maybe I should actually tell people the number.

So, I now have a Motorola V195 with a t-mobile prepaid plan that seems to work ok, and an OpenMoko Neo1973 which, out of the box, boots a Linux kernel which then panics when it can't find the root filesystem.

In the OpenMoko's defense, this was the advertised behavior. In fact, the intention was to ship it with only a bootloader; the kernel slipped in there by accident.

We've been having stormy weather lately, and Saturday looked likely to be another rainy day, so while Sara went out and worked and (later) roasted marshamallows in a mosquito-infested swamp somewhere (reportedly, this was fun) I stayed home and loaded the OpenMoko software and played around a bit. The software's still too primitive to be much use, though.

There was a particularly dramatic downpour Friday afternoon. Just as I was thinking of leaving work to meet friends for the final show of the summer Japanese film series, I started getting warnings from coworkers of the "mother of all storms" headed our way. Estimates based on staring at the radar suggested I had 10 or 20 minutes, so I packed up and set off to see how far I could get before it started.

I got to our meeting location, a small hot dog place just a block from the auditorium, with time to spare, and enjoyed watching the clouds roll in. Sara and Rachel both got drenched.

The movie, "All Under the Moon", was funny, in both senses of the word. Sara's uncle Bruce told us once that he usually only watches about the first 15 minutes of any movie--the part where you still don't know what kind of movie it is. I never quite lost that feeling in this one. I did follow the outline of the plot--here a man and woman have a falling out, here they reunite, here the friend who previously flaunted the gains from his shady business deals gets what was coming to him, etc.--but a largish cast of characters, a bizarre subtitle translation, and some missing cultural clues (the things that identify someone as Korean to a Japanese (or some other less clueless) audience are mostly lost on me) all left me ignorant of the details. I like being confused. I'd still get a lot of fun out of a second viewing.