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Monday May 02, 2005 | Signing Off | Personal |
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Wednesday April 20, 2005 | The Cremation of Sam McGee | Personal |
This is a poem my dad memorized when we were growing up. I'm not
really a "poem" kinda guy, but I think I'll pass this one down to my
kids, maybe around a campfire (we love to camp). I got thinking
about this because my 9 year old son needs to memorize a poem for
school. This is a little long (and a little dark) for a school
assignment, but I'm glad it got me to dust this one off. The surprise
ending makes it particularly fun for a campfire setting.
Here is the poem, by Robert W. Service. Some background on the author and the motivators for this poem follow. Read it with a haunting kind of tone (sort of like this). Enjoy.
The Cremation of Sam McGee
There are strange things done in the midnight sun,
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen strange sights,
But the strangest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ‘taint being dead--it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”
A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen strange sights,
But the strangest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Robert W. Service, a Canadian poet and novelist, was known for his
ballads of the Yukon. He was born in Preston, England, on January 16,
1874. He emigrated to Canada at the age of twenty, in 1894, and settled
for a short time on Vancouver Island. He was employed by the Canadian
Bank of Commerce in Victoria, B.C., and was later transferred to
Whitehorse and then to Dawson in the Yukon. In all, he spent eight
years in the Yukon and saw and experienced the difficult times of the
miners, trappers, and hunters that he has presented to us in verse.
During the Balkan War of 1912-13, Service was a war correspondent to the Toronto Star.
He served this paper in the same capacity during World War I, also
serving two years as an ambulance driver in the Canadian Army medical
corps. He returned to Victoria for a time during World War II, but
later lived in retirement on the French Riviera, where he died on
September 14, 1958, in Monte Carlo.
Sam McGee was a real person, a customer at the Bank of Commerce where Service worked. The Alice May was a real boat, the Olive May, a derelict on Lake Laberge.
Anyone
who has experienced the bitterness of cold weather and what it can do
to a man will empathize with Sam McGee’s feelings as expressed by
Robert Service in this poem.
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Thursday March 31, 2005 | Japanese Soup & Salad | Personal |

Don't get me wrong... I love meat! And vegetarians are fun to tease. Of course, they will probably live longer than I... But good eating is one of life's great sensual pleasures. A nice steak and a glass of Merlot with my wife and/or good friends (I travel a lot) can't be beat.
Regardless, I must admit that when I visit a Japanese Steak House restaurant the best part of the meal is the miso soup and the ginger dressed salad... both 100% vegetarian. Hmmm. Could I have more in common with my misguided brethren than I think? :-)
Here are recipes for these two starters. The ingredients are pictured below.
Japanese-style Ginger Salad Dressing [1.5 cups, ~12 servings]
Mince the garlic and ginger into 1/8" (or so) peices. Pour olive oil, soy sauce, rice vinegar, lemon juice into a blender. Add the minced garlic, ginger, and celery. The tahini (ground sesame seeds, aka: sesame butter) adds a nice flavor if desired. Consider sesame oil if adding tahini. Add the dijon mustard, honey (not too much) and pepper. Blend on medium speed for about 8-10 seconds... just enough to blend the mixture into a consistent almost creamy texture - but not long enough to completely puree the minced garlic and ginger. Pour into a glass jar and chill until serving. The flavor is even better the next day. You'll go through it quickly, so consider making a larger batch.
Japanese-style Miso Soup [4 bowls, 4 servings]
In a medium saucepan, bring the water (and dashi granules if you are using those) to a boil. Ladle out about 1/2 cup of the boiling water, and reserve. Reduce heat to medium, add cubed tofu, cover, and cook for 1 to 2 minutes. If using spinach or bok choy instead of dashi, add it now (optionally add scallion at this point as well) and simmer for 1 to 2 minutes, or until the greens are tender. Remove soup from heat.
Blend miso into reserved hot water. Stir into soup. Ladle into bowls, and garnish with scallion (if you didn't add it already). Serve immediately.
Note: Dashi is a basic stock used in Japanese cooking
which is made by boiling dried kelp (seaweed) and dried bonito (fish).
Instant dashi granules are sold in conveniently-sized jars or packets
and vary in strength. Add more dashi to your soup if you want a
stronger stock. You can use yellow, white or red miso paste for this
soup. Yellow miso is sweet and creamy, red miso is stronger and saltier.

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Friday March 25, 2005 | Life, Death, and the Future | Personal |
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Monday March 21, 2005 | Right to Life | Personal |
Mike Duigou got me thinking about the whole "Right to Life" topic. So has CNN. Allow me to post a brief personal commentary on this important subject.
First of all, it seems self-evident to me (and the founders of our nation and our universe) that humans have an inalienable right to life. Webster defines inalienable as "incapable of being alienated, surrendered, or transferred". Here are some foundational texts that support this concept and upon which our national identity and our laws and our ethics are based:
Declaration of Independence
We
hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal,
that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,
that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.
Constitution of the United States of America
Amendment V & XIV: No person shall be ... deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law...
The Hippocratic Oath (has provided moral guidance to physicians for 2500 years)
I
will not give a fatal draught (read: deadly drug) to anyone if I am asked, nor will I
suggest any such thing. Neither will I give a woman means to procure an
abortion.
The Holy Bible (King James Version)
Exodus 20:13 Thou shalt not kill. (read: murder)
March 21, 2005 09:00 PM EST Permalink
| Sebring & Sun: The Races | Personal |

My son, my dad, and I went to the 12-hours of Sebring
race yesterday! It was a great time... perfect weather and lots to see
and do and experience. Oh, and there was a car race as well :-) The
Audi R8 has owned this race for years! The above isn't the actual car
that won, but the same model. It beat out Corvette CR-6s, the new Aston
Martin DBR9s, Porsche 911s, Maserati MC12s, Lola EX257s, Saleen S7Rs,
Dodge Vipers, Ferrari 550 Maranellos, and others, After 6 years,
Audi will debut the R10 next year, which should secure the gold for
another generation.
If you haven't been to a car race before (I must be one of the few
that hadn't), Sebring is the first and longest race in the annual American
Le Mans Series. It's a "street race" (unlike Daytona's NASCAR style) on
a 3.7 mile loop
on an old WWII airfield with flat hairpin corners that require
strategic down shifting and braking. The longest straight segment allows
cars to approach 200mph! Average lap speed can exceed 120mph. This year 37 cars started (and 18 finished)
the 300+ lap race. Each car has a pit crew and several drivers. There
are four classes of cars (each capable of different top and cornering
speeds) racing together, making it a very different race than, say, the
Indy 500.
Like a golf tournament, there are 4 days of racing
(Wed-Sat) leading up to Saturday's main event. Many thousands of people
lined up on Wednesday to drive their RVs and U-Haul trucks and School
Buses and other interesting forms of transport onto the grounds for an
extended campout/party. Some built scaffolding along the course on
which they placed sofas! It's March after all - Spring Break time.
People watching was as entertaining as the race itself! A friend of
mine has gone every year since 1959.
There were also many
interesting "sponsor" displays, including race cars in various stages
of (de)construction, allowing fascinating views of the internals of the
cars.
As we watched the cars fly by our viewing area (we set up
our canopy and chairs on a grassy knoll between turns 6 and 7), my dad
and I discussed the stresses involved in engines that propel
these cars ~1300 miles at an average speed of well over 100 mph, much
of it accelerating out of a total of over 4000 turns over 12 solid
hours. Each piston cycles about 5 million times! We wondered, at red
line speed, how fast those pistons move (12 hours is a
long time to talk :-). Are those piston heads traveling faster
(inside the cylinder) than the car itself? Reflecting on riding my bike
at 20mph, I knew my feet (acting like a piston) don't move that
fast... so I guessed that car pistons at red line would move slower than a
car's top speed.
Well, I had to figure it out. The math is easy.
Obviously piston speed is tied to RPM and Stroke Length, and just indirectly related
to the car's forward motion (you can spin the engine in neutral at a
standstill). At one of the displays I found out that the typical stroke length for these types of engines is
2.5-3.5 inches, and the typical red line is 8,000-10,000 RPM. Note that
RPM measures the crankshaft rotation rate, not the camshaft, which is
rotating at half that speed, as shown in this animated GIF:

Since speed is distance/time, and since the piston head travels
2*StrokeLength (up and down) for each cycle, the *average* piston speed
is:
Therefore,
a car traveling at nearly 200 mph, at the engine's red line, will have pistons
traveling at an average of only around 51mph! I was right.
But wait... that piston starts and stops 18,000 times every minute, accelerating to
the next stop just 3 inches away (at a huge "G" force). Average speed does not
really answer the question. I had to figure out the peak piston
speed. Since it literally explodes from a dead stop (it's a combustion
engine after all), possibly the peak speed exceeds the speed of the car?
It
turns out that the peak speed equation is complex, with sin/cos kinds
of rotational acceleration factors. I took the easy way and looked up
stats from several types of race car engines using Google. The ratio of
peak to average piston speed is consistently very close to 1.6:1.
So at Sebring, the pistons never traveled faster than about 82 mph.
Even
a Formula 1 (NASCAR) car, with an engine that can red line at 19,000
RPM,
that has a stroke length of about 1.65 inches and a top speed ~240 mph,
will have pistons that average: 2*19000*1.65 = 60mph, and peak
at: 95mph. See footnote below.
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19,000 rpm, 316.7 revolutions and 1,583.3 ignitions take place each
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the pistons cover a distance of 25 metres, and 550 litres of air are
drawn in. In the P84, maximum piston acceleration was 10,000g. Peak
piston speed was 40 metres per second.
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Tuesday February 22, 2005 | Your Job is Calling... | Personal |
Vocation is a term based on the Latin "vocare", meaning "to call". One's vocation should therefore be a pursuit to which one is called.... That begs the question as to whom is doing the calling - an interesting thought that I'll leave as an exercise for the reader. Instead, here are some related insights from several well known personalities. As you read this, consider where and how you invest your time and energy. As in business, it is often worth reflecting on our life's values and investments, "outsourcing" or eliminating distractions (and gratuitous busyness), and simplifying around those activities to which we have been called and have gifts.
Johnny Carson once said:
"Never continue in a job you don't enjoy. If you are happy at what you are doing, you'll have inner peace. And if you have that along with physical health, you'll have had more success than you can possibly imagine".
Personally, as an Enterprise Architect for Sun Microsystems, I am blessed with a fantastic job working for a great employer. This has been an unbelievably rewarding ten years! And I'm not talking about financial performance. [However, I'm holding on to my stock!]
We're studying a book called "The Purpose Driven Life". It directly confronts the question: "What on earth am I here for?". Your answer to that illuminates your definition or objective of success. But ask your heroes and you'll find that material accumulation and affluence don't ultimately satisfy... although during the pursuit phase, you think it might. Someone once asked John D. Rockefeller how much money was enough. "One dollar more," he replied. Power and influence, physical beauty, intelligence and wit all can stroke the flames of self-worth and pride, but are but a brief candle. Shakespeare's Macbeth laments:
"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing".
Solomon is considered the wisest person who ever lived. Among many works, he wrote the book of Ecclesiastes. Most of this book contains Solomon’s observations as he devotes himself "to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under heaven" (Eccl. 1:13). Solomon sums up what he finds: "Meaningless! Meaningless! Everything is meaningless!" (vs. 8). "He took an inventory of the world, and all the best things in it. He cast up the account; and the sum total is vanity." Through human wisdom, Solomon finds no meaning in life, no rhyme nor reason to life.
It seems that to truly be satisfied, we need pursue our "vocation"... that to which we have been called and gifted. It is then that we'll truly enjoy our job and other activities, and find purpose. Clearly relationships are the center of just about any vocation, and many of us have multiple callings (eg: parenting, marriage, work, etc). For now, I'll just try to describe how you might find or validate one particular vocation or calling in your life.
A calling is a term often used by those who are considering entering the ministry. Many church leaders use a simple three-part test to help determine if someone should pursue this line of work. The "test" is actually quite useful for any (even secular) vocational consideration. Here are the questions you can ask yourself about your job or other pursuit:
How do you measure a subjective "internal call"? You've probably seen the 1981 Academy Award winning film "Chariots of Fire", in which Olympic gold-metal runner Eric Liddell said, “When I run, I feel God’s pleasure.” You should have a sense of fulfillment in what you do. But, others should also confirm this activity. For example, you might *think* you are a talented singer (or consultant, or manager, or teacher, or whatever)... but if several others suggest otherwise, you probably should consider their advice and another pursuit.
Think about where you focus your time and energy. Both at work and in leisure. Ask yourself if you feel called and fulfilled, and if others confirm your gifts? As Johnny said, if you are in this place, you are indeed blessed. If not, you owe it to yourself and those around you to get there. That might mean a change in what you do, or in your perspective about what you do.
Here is an interesting story. John Coltrane is regarded by many as the greatest sax player ever. He played with Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis, etc. After becoming a Christian in 1957 he prayed that God would grant him the ability to use his music to glorify God and bring joy and happiness to others. He wrote "A Love Supreme", regarded widely as his best. It's a spiritual work about the amazing love of Jesus (which he describes in the album's liner). One night while performing this number, he played the solo part better than he had ever played it. As he walked off stage, some overheard him mutter to himself the Latin phrase: nunc dimittis. That means, essentially: "this is the moment for which I've lived... I've accomplished my life's mission and purpose". Coltrane got this from Luke 2, where Simeon says this phrase after he sees baby Jesus in the Temple.
Don't be satisfied with mediocrity. I believe we all have a purpose, that there are opptys open to all of us at various times, that if we follow our inner call, as confirmed/validated by others, that we'll be able to say along with Liddell and Coltrane and Carson and Solomon, that we are doing what we were born to do. That might mean being a stay-at-home parent, or a traveling consultant, or a missionary, or a sanitation worker, or a weapon's designer, etc. Find your vocation and pursue it with excellence and passion.
Liddell, by the way, found his "nunc dimittis", and his eventual death, serving in the mission field in China, rather than in running. But in both activities, he followed his call and his gifts. Scotland morned his death. But I imagine Eric would tell you he had no regrets.
Caution: mid-life spontaneity is not generally a true "calling" :-) A desire to do something radical might be an indication that your current activities aren't fulfilling your purpose. Just be careful that your desire for change is not a frivolous distraction to the real source of discontent.
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Tuesday February 08, 2005 | Blood Oxygen | Personal |
This last weekend I was under the weather. Intense sinus pressure, 102.9 temps, and eventually reduced lung capacity. I generally fight off bugs without meds, but this one lasted longer than I liked, so I visited my doc. He listened to my lungs and radioed the nurse to run a Pulse Oximeter on me. She came in the examination room in less than a minute with a little non-invasive finger clip device. Within seconds, I found out my Blood Oxy was 94%.
Maybe it's the engineer in me, but I was fascinated by how this thing worked. I found a nice one-pager on the history and theory of operation (see below). I also found out that normal is 97-99%, and below 90% suggest possible need for ventilator support.... Which is why I was given a short term protocol of Prednisone along with some antibiotics. Just 24 hours later I feel great!

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Monday January 17, 2005 | Amazing Fry & The Tsunami | Personal |

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Wednesday January 12, 2005 | Personal Ad | Personal |
A personal ad seen in the Atlanta Journal:
"SINGLE BLACK FEMALE seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant. I'm very good looking and LOVE to play. I love long walks in the woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips, cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me eating out of your hand. I'll be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what nature gave me. Call (404) 875-6420 and ask for Daisy. I'll be waiting..."
Reportedly over 15,000 men found themselves calling the Atlanta Humane Society about an 8-week old black Labrador Retriever puppy...named Daisy.
I can relate (to the dog part, not the mentality of calling a singles ad)! We adopted a puppy in March of 2004, a Black Lab / Border Collie mix, that fits this description perfectly. Midnight welcomes me at the door everyday, often beating my two kids to get the first hug. He's a first-class member of the family.

Here are some other cute observations about dogs....
The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. -Anonymous
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face. -Ben Williams
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself. -Josh Billings
We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made. -M. Acklam
I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult. -Rita Rudner
A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times before lying down. -Robert Benchley
Dogs need to sniff the ground; it's how they keep abreast of current events. The ground is a giant dog newspaper, containing all kinds of late-breaking dog news items, which, if they are especially urgent, are often continued in the next yard. -Dave Barry
Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never washed a dog. -Franklin P. Jones
If your dog is fat, you aren't getting enough exercise. -Unknown
My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to $3.00 a can. That's almost $21.00 in dog money. -Joe Weinstein
Ever consider what our dogs must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul -- chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth! -Anne Tyler
Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. -Robert A. Heinlein
Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read. -Groucho Marx
Speak softly and own a big, mean Doberman. -Dave Miliman
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man. -Mark Twain
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. -Roger Caras
If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then giving Fido only two of them. -Phil Pastoret
My goal in life is to be as good a person as my dog already thinks I am. -an Ole Hoss
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Monday January 10, 2005 | X10: Home Automation | Personal |
When we moved into our new home five years ago, I had grand visions of an automated home. I decided on X10, which is pretty much the standard for home control. X10 works by sending signals over the power lines in your house. Lights, fans, motion detectors and other devices plug into small modules that listen for and/or send X10 commands. Wall switches and dimmers can also be replaced by X10 versions, that allow for manual control or X10 signal control.
I bought ADI's (Applied Digital Inc) "Ocelot" X10 programmable controller, which sends control signals into the power line via a bi-directional TW523 powerline module. Here is the Ocelot manual: http://appdig.com/manual/Ocelot-2.pdf

Using a GUI PC app, I designed the if/then ladder logic program and uploaded it into the Ocelot - to instruct it to manage about a dozen lights around our house... setting on/off and custom "dim" values based on daily dusk/dawn times. The controller accepted the latitude/longitude coordinates of our home so that it can automatically adjust timing based on variable sunrise/sunset times throughout the year! For example, about 30 minutes before dusk (the actual time varies from about 5pm to 8pm depending on the season: http://www.worldtime.com/dst/usa/orla.txt) the lights mounted in our china cabinet illuminate at 50% brightness, then down to 20% at 10pm, and off at midnight. I don't have to worry about seasonal drift.

Here's another advantage of X10. I installed a 500W halogen security
lamp on the 2nd floor roof line, pointed toward the backyard. It's tied
into a 110V circuit in the attic. But I needed the on/off switch
installed next to the patio's sliding glass door. Thankfully, I didn't
need to string a wire thru the walls... The switch simply sends an X10
signal throughout the house, to which the security lamp responds!
Most
houses are designed with two different 110 "phases", from which 220V is
derived for large appliances. X10 can have problems if the control
signal is generated on the "A" phase, and the target device is on the
"B" side. However, it is very easy to install a bridge amplifier in the
circuit breaker panel. Here is a photo of my X10 bridge and a "whole
house" surge protector. I live in the lightening capital of North
America (Orlando) and have not had any surge related problems (yet).

It amazes me that I haven't touched the X10 controller in about four years! It just works! Lights go on and off or change brightness like clock work. About 50 months of continuous uptime and service!
I still intend on integrating my Ocelot into my RCS X10 Thermostats. I can include logic (if I want to) that leverages sensor data such as humidity and external temp and time of day to set the A/C set points. I also plan to tie it into my alarm system, so that when we leave the house (and set the alarm) the thermostats will adjust to save energy. Upon return (when we disengage the alarm), the thermostats respond accordingly. Also, if the sliding glass door alarm zone remains open for more than a few minutes, the A/C will be turned off (we have kids). http://www.smarthomeusa.com/ShopByManufacturer/RCS/Item/TX15R-B/

I also have a SpeakEasy module, which I hope to one day program to provide audio feedback based on certain events (eg: garage door left open past dusk, motion detector senses someone approaching the front door, the sliding glass door left open with the A/C on, etc). http://www.homeautomationnet.com/shopping/shopexd.asp?id=241. To be honest, I'm not happy with the audio quality of the SpeakEasy. I expect I'll come up with a better solution that uses CD-quality MP3 clips.

Here is someone who has more throughly documented his home automation using the Ocelot. Someday, when I finish my automation project, I'll write up something like this. http://toddjreed.home.comcast.net/ToddsHAproject.pdf
January 10, 2005 12:08 AM EST Permalink
Sunday December 26, 2004 | NextGen MP3 Player | Personal |
There are several devices that have features that I desire. But they need to converge. I'm betting they will by next Christmas. For example, I'd like a Digital Audio Player that has:
This is closer than you might think... I bought a tiny 512MB SanDisk MP3 player with an FM radio and voice recorder. Perfect for commute time and jogging. But the voice recorder is poor, and it records voice to WAV, not MP3. It also doesn't have a flash expansion slot or a line-in jack. Some other MP3 players have flash expansion slots (eg: Rio). The iRiver MP3 players have great MP3 encoders and line-in jacks that encode up to 320Mbps quality MP3s. Those also have a mic that works well for dictation *and* recording general meetings. Boomgear (and others) have started to add Bluetooth to their MP3 players... but the current generation simply routes BT-enabled cellphone audio to your MP3 player's headset... They can't send your music content to a stereo BT headset.
Of course, by then, I'll have added more to my list, and will have to wait until the following Christmas!
December 26, 2004 11:43 PM EST Permalink
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