A Requiem Not Eternal

As I’ve mentioned before, my former job involved maintaining an internal website of procedural company information.  I also tend to have an over-abundance of humor.  This often created unexpected results, much to the irritation of management (e.g. hidden Pokémon GIFs).

At one point, the idea arose to create a serialized novel, hide it in the website, and share the link with just enough people that it would remain an amusing easter egg.  Two chapters in, I wisely chickened out.  However, I now had the seeds for a story.  I dabbled with it off and on, for I always enjoyed writing, and while I knew the chances of ever becoming a published author were akin to being struck by lightening, completing a novel had long been on my bucket list.

My colleagues found the burgeoning story entertaining enough that they encouraged me to continue, so I (always the one to shamelessly find distractions) took the opportunity and indulged.  And because of my coworkers, I had a constant supply of feedback–something critical to the project.  It would have been all too easy to devolve into rhetoric, or abandon it completely.  Except now I had an audience who was expecting regular updates, and advising me where they felt the story should elaborate more (character development, violence, philosophy, universe creation, etc.).  It was because of their involvement that this came to fruition.  Coworkers, I thank you.

Once completed, I debated what to do with it.  Ultimately I submitted my manuscript to a literary agency just to see how the process worked.  They promptly rejected it (as I expected).  I considered repeating the process with other agencies, but decided against it as I did not want to exhaust my emotional energy over a non-critical side-project.  But, growing in popularity is the paradigm of self-publishing.  Of course, it certainly doesn’t carry any prestige, but that hardly mattered.  It allows people to distribute their works contract-free with little risk.  I see it as an opportunity to officially label this project as complete and to finally close the book (so to speak), that I can move on to the next project.

For those interested, it can be obtained here, print on demand:

https://www.createspace.com/7086065

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1545316090/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1492798678&sr=8-1&keywords=a+requiem+not+eternal

Additionally, I found CreateSpace’s comprehensive guide incredibly fun and straightforward.  If anyone else is looking to self-publish, so far I’d recommend them.

While a work of dubious literary value, may it still bring you cheap entertainment.

–Simon

A River Runs Through It

Well, a drainage ditch anyway.  If you’ve talked to me about the house at all, then you’ve most definitely heard about the drainage issues, or rather, the complete lack of basic drainage.  See the Get Off My Lawn! series.  The former owner, in her battle against a flooding basement, paid to have it trenched and a sump installed.  After purchasing the house, I’ve since extended downspout drainage, and the sump has remained dry ever since.

Until recently.  We had a very dry summer last year, and it didn’t give me a good baseline with which to predict future water problems.  This spring has seen a lot of water, and now the sump is running.  This in itself of course isn’t a problem–the water is being handled dutifully by the pump.  Outside, however…

ugly hose

Someone had retrofitted a vacuum hose to the outlet.  Again, effective, but incredibly ugly.  And then the kid played with it and cracked it, rendering it useless anyway.  Now, with water pooling against the foundation, my hand was forced.  It was time to finally address this eyesore.

This is the ENE side of the house, under a pine tree.  These factors limit my planting options, but it does make a good candidate for a shade garden.  First though, I needed to trench.  Re-purposing a concrete downspout extender, I could immediately channel the water about 4 feet.

better

But, this was still rather industrial and ugly, and tended to back up (the sump pump probably spits out about 3 gallons whenever it clicks on).  I needed a longer trench and ornamentation.  Mattock, shovel, axe, and reciprocating saw all contributed to the project (damn roots).  I then buried the pipe, planted the hosta which we saved from the apartment (split apart), added some ferns, purchased more hostas, and voila:

shade garden

I now have the beginnings of a respectable shade garden, and effective sump drainage.  Plus, the mason bees really like it.  I like those bees, they’re cute.

–Simon

Decorating the Gas Pole

Over the weekend, Liz decided to begin her front garden project.  The edge of the narrow front yard, terminating in a mailbox and pipeline marker, looked very inelegant.  And I agreed with her assessment.  I hate that ugly marker.

But, there isn’t much I can do about its mere existence.  I imagine removing it would be in violation of some statute regarding the easement, and since the BP contractors have so far been very reasonable with us, I’m opting to not jeopardize our tenuous non-aggression pact.  So, the pole stays.  Other than that, the only restriction was to not plant trees on the easement.  But we got an official okay for anything bush size or smaller.

breaking ground
16 tons…

I’m no stranger to removing sod, but this was the hardest yet.  I swear the roots were a foot deep.  It may not have been virgin prairie, but I’m pretty sure this grass was here since the 60s.  The soil also has just enough clay that the roots wouldn’t pull free–rather they had to be cut.  Ultimately we had to dig up the sod with a shovel, then shear off the dirt and bottom roots with a stirrup hoe.  An hour into the project, Liz rethought the garden’s size.  It did give me an excuse to segue into a discussion about how pioneers on the Great Plains constructed houses out of sod though.

In the end, tenacity won out, and garden we had.  Now filled with acquisitions from the perennial sale, and some annuals from the indoor grow light experiment, we have enhanced the aesthetics of the front yard, and hopefully, detracted from the glaring prominence of that stupid pole.

grow dammit
If I grew a vine on it, it might look like decoration

Henceforth, it shall be know as the Easter garden.

–Simon

Certificate Renewal

In accordance with Lets Encrypt’s (the certificate authority for this site) 90-day SSL certificate expirations, I needed to renew the certificate for this site.  It should be seamless, but if you are using any applications that support certificate pinning, you may receive a notice of a certificate mismatch.  This is normal, and the alert serves as a warning against a possible certificate forgery.  Simply accept the new certificate.  However, for the extra paranoid (myself included), you may validate the new certificate’s authenticity with the below fingerprints:

SHA1 Fingerprint:

4D:28:C4:DA:0C:DE:48:39:6D:CD:1A:28:E5:D5:CC:46:5C:34:85:32

SHA-256 Fingerprint:

39:4B:3A:D3:40:C5:EA:89:B1:1C:80:F8:E4:E7:2B:30:E4:23:E2:42:4F:BC:6D:EB:86:CD:FA:83:1F:B8:57:BE

The current certificate will be valid until July 16, although I will probably renew it within 2 weeks of that.

–Simon

Ironic Inverse Ratio

Years ago, before my employer started its regular “Great Places to Work” program, it maintained a less grandiose practice of occasionally but regularly asking employees for feedback on how it could improve.  At the time I figured this was pointless lip-service, but I dutifully responded with reasonable requests.  One of these requests was for free coffee.

I didn’t expect them to hire a barista, serving Arabica blends.  Of course, I didn’t expect them to seriously consider the request at all.  But after several years, respond they did, and by popular demand installed coffee machines.  And for a good solid month I enjoyed free coffee–nothing great, but a drinkable instant coffee blend.  Quick and effective.

toxic
This is how the work coffee comes in

Then, someone cut costs and changed the blend.  Now, I can drink some pretty awful coffee, but overnight, the coffee had turned into toxic waste.  And toxic waste is probably less bitter–you know, the glowing green kind?  Sadly, I returned to making my own.  But the years passed and the machines remained, so someone had to of been drinking it.  Upon this realization, I started more closely observing who was still getting cups of the sludge.  They all fell into a certain demographic: from Sales, tall, men, middle-aged.  I wondered why successful businessmen were less picky about the quality of their coffee.  Then, I considered my father-in-law.  He is a retired defense-contractor engineer.  He also drinks Folgers.

I wondered: is coffee quality preference inversely proportionate to income level?  To answer this question, I decided to waste time and put off auditing the emails I needed to send out.

To quantify this correlation, I needed figures.  I felt it was safe to assume that the cost of the coffee blend increases with its quality.  What I needed then, were some salary figures.  To graph the slope, I only needed two points.  The first point was easy: take the most expensive coffee I see regularly in grocery stores: $15 a bag; and the lowest income bracket, minimum wage: $15,080.  For the second point, I needed the cost of the cheapest instant coffee available (what I presumed was being used in the machines at work).  Courtesy of Amazon, I found it at $3.33 a bag.  Then, consulting the various online utilities designed to inform the masses that everyone’s underpaid, I found the average salary for an experienced Sales manager to be around $115,000.  Now I had two points.  It was time to calculate the equation.

First, I calculated the cost per ounce of each coffee.  Going off a 12-ounce bag, the expensive coffee was $1.25 and the cheap coffee was $0.28.  But, to make these number more manageable for a formula, I multiplied by 100 to use cents, creating nice whole numbers to work with: 125 and 28.

With standard algebra, we can calculate the slope with (Y2-Y1)/(X2-X1):

(28-125)/(115000-15080)=~-0.000970777, or if you want to follow significant figures, -0.00097.

Following Y=MX+B, we need B to be X0 (in this case, the baseline of minimum wage) to equal the $15 coffee mark.  But first we divide by 100 to bring the scale back down.  After doing so, B is simply calculated to be 140.  Final formula:

((Slope*Salary)+140)/100

Peet'sSadly, I could not find an online calculator that provides coffee products by cost per ounce.  Searching for one only yielded a number of self-righteous articles criticizing how much coffee costs and how stupid people are for buying Keurigs or going to coffee shops.  But I did plug some numbers into the calculator, and my own coffee preference: Peet’s, ranks approximately by cost the type of coffee I should be buying.  So once again, the math doesn’t lie:

https://moorheadfamily.net/data/coffee3.xlsx

Aqua Vitae

–Simon