Today was really quite spectacular in an understated sort of way. It started normally, awakening at about 4:50, yawning, a couple quick stretches in the dark on the bedroom floor, etc. The weekday morning routine is programmed to within ±5 minutes accuracy at each station. The oatmeal gets nuked for 4 minutes during which time I have a pee and get on my workout kit. Eye-opener drink of whatever dregs of coffee from yesterday might be left, then the oatmeal comes out of the microwave, gets covered with a plate to cool, grab a bottle of water, and downstairs we go at around 5 am to catch the local news and weather whilst spinning. Normally we’re done with the local station (WMUR) after meteorologist Kevin Skarupa gives the 5 day forecast. Then we click around Dish Network’s morning offerings, watch something recorded, or whatever until 6:00, when Robin Meade starts her Morning Express. Me and Robin go way back.
But we are 5 hours behind the United Kingdom, and there was this darn wedding today. Some lady found her prince and stuff. It was on nearly all the channels. No commercials. I was like a captive audience. Even the space shuttle Endeavour sitting on pad 39A waiting to leave on its final mission was more boring than all that pomp, circumstance, overdressing, adorableness. They seemed so laconic while taking their vows. Maybe that’s the way they wear solemnity. Whatever. It was a compelling pageant after all, for richer or poorer. I think the title of this post came from the half-listening to the wedding coverage going on and on with Rolls-Royces and Bentleys zooming to the abbey from the palace, for richer or poorer … cough cough.
Reading through my various email accounts while eating breakfast, I learn that I’ve won “£3.5M GBP ONLY” and that all I need do is “contact the Prize Payment Department Tim Moore Chief Accounts Adviser by E-mail (firstname.lastname@example.org) with following details: Your full name, telephone, current mailing address and occupation”. Well this was wonderful news! £3.5M GBP would be over $10M USD, which would go a long way toward paying my oatmeal bill. I was about 5 minutes late to work, but I scored the Prime Parking Space, which only happens 2 or 3 times a year. Could the day get any better?
Well it did. A nice lunch with a good friend from work, and a re-conquering of an annoying Windows 7 Enterprise SP1 unattended installation problem: ERROR: Incorrect product key … Classes are over, final exams are underway, and the campus gets a little quieter each day as underclass students gradually scatter away to their summers. So I have more uninterrupted time to work on complicated things that go better without interruption. Certainly you’ll want to know that the Windows 7 install error was caused by my misspelling of “autounnattend.xml” and my forgetting where in the xml file it is that setup actually wants the product key. I blame it on the TechNet instructions and general Microsoft Over-Architected Everything so as not to feel any bigger an idiot than I actually am. Ended up leaving work a little late as I got further into the Windows 7 image build. But that delay proved fortuitous. I saw a swan on my way home. It was rather enormous. At first glance I thought it was just another Canadian Goose.
So, the space shuttle didn’t make it off pad 39A today. I was talking to my bff around 5, still at work, just realizing that I’d missed the 3:47 liftoff. He told me the launch had been scrubbed. Huh. So that was April 29, 2011. To catch up on some of the recent garden progress photos follow …
Behind the barn all the manure’s been spread and the first few beds for tomatoes are ready. The fourth, larger bed was planted with the potatoes sprouting in the root cellar. A few small reds and a bunch of Yukon Golds.
The broadfork that appeared a few posts back has saved a lot of time and back pain in the soil preparation. In the photo above there were five passes with the broadfork. Each 25′ row took less than 10 minutes to work. The potato mound was two of those beds which got pulled together into one after distributing the sprouty spuds in-between. Hopefully the spuds aren’t buried too deeply. Last year they were too shallow. This soil is very fluffy and full of horse bedding and manure. Lots of worms too. And I spread the wood ashes rather generously a month or so ago when there was still snow. Hope I didn’t overdo it on the ashes.
The weather is forecast to be agreeable this weekend. Hopefully there will be some bicycle time. After next Monday, only graduating seniors will be left on campus. They have a few days to celebrate together, then commencement on Saturday, after which the tumbleweeds start blowing through the college parking lots by mid afternoon. But not for long. The college will be holding its first-ever summer classes this year.
One final thought. Earlier in the week my wife and I were each web surfing on our own laptops in our living room. She asked me if I’d heard that they’d found the “God particle” at the LHC in Geneva. “WHAT?!?” I exclaimed. I’m connected to CERN via several interwebby connections. How could I not have heard about this? Furthermore, how could it be that my wife, a non-nerd, would be the first person to tell me that Higg’s boson had finally been found? Unacceptable. As she read more from the MSN “Wonderwall” or whatever, it became clearer. While she read aloud about the ‘rumours caused by leaked internal notes’ etc. I was Googling fast and hard. Apparently, the LHC has been spinning at its highest yet energy levels, which they call ‘luminosities’. Still not as high as it’s designed to go, but that will come next year or in 2013. It looks like the luminosity’s gotten some folks a bit overheated. The collider generates ridiculous amounts of data that will take physicists years to sift through.
So now you know. Take care of yourselves.