Trumbull County Historical Society

By request! So I’ve been wanting to volunteer at the local Historical Society for a while now, but they were only open during the day. The Director and Outreach Manager are both good acquaintances – early 30 folks running the show. They’re doing an excellent job of archiving and cataloging, and they’ve just purchased and done a renovation of an archive building.

I asked what they wanted me to do, and they wanted to know if I was comfortable around computers. ‘Well, sort of…’. They’ve got volunteers reading 19th century letters and manuscripts which are rather unreadable, and deciphering them. For instance, this one from last week:

Not a lot easier to read in person, either. The volunteers do a great job of transcribing, but they are not the least comfortable with computers – so they write it out longhand. And my job, therefore, is to take the longhand and key it into the catalog app.

Yeah. They don’t want to tell all of these very nice little old lady volunteers they have to type it into a computer, and most of the LOLV are writing in longhand – so OCR doesn’t work, Either. So I’m doing data entry once a week!

Last week I probably made a mistake, though. If you google ‘Trumbull County Historical Society’, you won’t find their web page.

I strongly suspect that’s because of the SEO being done for them. I.e., none at all. For some reason I have yet to decipher the web site itself does not appear in DuckDuckGo at all. Facebook page and lots of links, but the site itself is invisible.

Last time in, I asked who was doing their web page – and faces lit up. “Do you know anything about WordPress??”. Well, enough to make weird posts every once in a while, but I’m certainly no designer. That’s OK; they’ve got a designer (and the site is actually not too bad), but he takes two or three weeks just to upload a new file. Could I help them out with simple file uploading?

And so it begins. Got the O’Reilly ‘WordPress: the missing manual’. We’ll see where this goes. I noticed their WiFi was using WEP. I’m desperately trying to keep my mouth shut.

RHEL 9

Finally bit the bullet and upgraded my mail server to RHEL 9.2 from CentOS 7. Red Hat’s new ‘development’ licensing for under ten servers makes that a no brainer. Didn’t go too badly! Made me remember things I hadn’t worried about for years, like generating certs and getting Dovecot to work. And I am finally forcing myself to embrace systemd. For very, very small values of ’embrace’. I’m trying to wean myself off of the old commands. Alias is my friend.

[root@kyushu3 tboyer]# service whatever restart
Do not do that, asshole: whatever restart
[root@kyushu3 tboyer]# chkconfig –add whatever
Do not do that, asshole: –add whatever
[root@kyushu3 tboyer]#

I call it my mail server just out of habit. It is no longer my mail server. I have gone over to the dark side and signed up with Google Workspace.

It allows me to still do my wildcard email thing – an email to whatever@timboyer.org will still forward to me. It’s got better spam protection than my homemade spamassassin setup has. And the cost? $6 per month. Which is cheaper than I was paying for my ssl cert!

But I miss waking up and reading logs now. Ah, well. It was time.

Totally gratuitous link to Trumbull County Historical Society. I’ve started to volunteer with them and they need thwir link count bumped up.

Things that I know

I have many.  But here’s mine for today.  Do you have a microwave with those under-the-microwave lights that you keep on all the time?  Those suckers are 40 watts *each*.  80 watts x 24 x 365 = 700 Kw per year.  If your electricity is about $0.10 per Kw as mine is, that’s $70 per year.  And you need to replace them every couple of years because you have them on constantly.

Buy this: 

https://smile.amazon.com/dp/B0B214553H?ref=ppx_pop_dt_b_asin_title&th=1

$8.  Will last a decade.  Pays back in 6 weeks in electricity alone.

Wilde at heart

My great-grandfather’s first child – my great-uncle – was born in southeastern Ohio in January 1884. In 1882, the Irish playwright Oscar Wilde made his famous America tour, with stops in Columbus and Cleveland.

I have no definite proof that my great-grandfather saw him – but his first child was named Oscar Wylde Price.

Here’s Wilde:

And here’s my great-uncle in 1905:

Oscar Price and Murdoth Martin 12-5-1905

I think he has the look down. Anyway, fast forward to 2021 and my nephew Seth and his wife Hannah have a child, and name him Oscar – because they like the name and the family connection.

On my latest trip to England, they put me in this room:

England – getting there was *not* half the fun.

Flight was from Cleveland to Minneapolis to Heathrow. Cleveland to Minneapolis, no problem. Minneapolis to Heathrow…

We were supposed to leave Minneapolis at 5:20PM, and arrive at 7:05 AM. The weather was bad on the 3rd but it had cleared up by Wednesday.

Then we weren’t going at all. The second co-pilot had to turn back on his flight, so we were short a crew member.

But wait! You only need three if the flight is over eight hours! They were frantically making calls to Atlanta, and finally got permission to go. We boarded around 10PM. It was snowy and icy, so they towed us out to be de-iced.

And the towbar broke. And they’re rushing around to get a replacement. And they find one. I am sitting wondering if the FAA rules are eight hours in flight, or eight hours in the plane.

A half hour later, I find out. It’s eight hours in the plane. They taxi back, unload us all, and we go find hotel rooms.

In Delta’s defense – and as opposed to Southwest – they paid for the hotel, paid for food, and then gave us a $1,750 voucher. My next vacation flight is free! I have to use it this year, so I’m looking now.

So got to England, and there was a train strike. Because of course. Trains were leaving, but they were sporadic and full. I made a decision. I took a taxi.

This is the exact equivalent (well, 30 miles closer) of taking a taxi from Pittsburgh to Washington. And cost $500. But at that point I was heavily into ‘screw it; I just want to get started!’ mode. It was worth every penny. I slept in the back for the four hours it took to get there.

And on the way back. Got into JFK at 7:30PM for a 8:59 flight. From there it’s a two hour flight to Cleveland – piece of cake. Except, of course, for the thunderstorms over Boston, which delayed all flights. OK, taxied out at 10:30.

‘Um, this is your pilot speaking. Due to the weather issues, there’s a backup for takeoff. We are number 25 out of 25’.

Got back to Hopkins around 1AM and went out to the shuttle bus to parking. I’ve been parking at Park Place in Cleveland since the days it had Monopoly names for the rows.  Asked for F54 and the driver gave me this… look. I was on the wrong bus. There’s Park Place, and there’s Park ‘N Fly. I was on the Park ‘N Fly shuttle. I was majorly screwed.

He drove me over to the Park Place.  The lovely lady in the booth let me stay inside until the bus picked me up.  The driver dropped me off and stayed until he was sure my car started.

My faith in humanity was restored by parking lot attendants and drivers.  

Got home a little after 3AM.

The only saving grace is that Delta made good with the voucher, and thanks to my AmEx card I had lounge privileges everywhere. I estimate I spent 12 hours sitting in lounges this flight.

And the more I read this – the more I think that this is what my family calls a ‘first world problem’. Oh, no! I’m flying first class; it was delayed by 24 hours; they paid for my hotel and meals. And then gave me a voucher for $1,750. I ate and drank at their lounge for free for two days, and then I had to spend 0.003% of my retirement fund to get to where I wanted. Whatever shall I do?? I guess I’ll get over this… eventually. Life is rough.

Merry Christmas!

Fight me: the best version of A Christmas Carol is the 1951 version with Alastair Sim.

Watched it last night along with the other Christmas movie I always watch. Because, as everyone knows:

Trembling Madness

No, that is not my current condition. Well, maybe. Because I was looking at Caribbean islands for the winter, and Doug asked me if I had gone mad. Surely I want a winter pub by a hearth.

Well, OK. He is my spirit guide, as always. I’m going to England in January; staying up in York at a place called – wait for it – The House of Trembling Madness. Staying in The Haunted Chamber.

Thanks, Mr. McKain. No, seriously. Old guy feels like he should go to the sun and beach just because; spirit guide pulls him back to beer, fireplace, and book.

So many books…

I’m working towards doing something radical, like moving from this four bedroom monstrosity to something that I’d actually like to live in. That means that, basically, I have to get rid of 90% of my stuff.

Books are first. I’ve kept, like, every book I’ve ever had. Because. I once had twelve bookshelves; I’m now down to four, and my eventual goal is one. I have what I have because I think I should have it. Books of obscure science fiction writers because I feel like I’m the only one keeping them alive (Kornbluth, Simak, Zelazny, etc.) Although that goal gets stranger every year. I once kept all of my books from this obscure troubled writer named Phil Dick, but then he apparently became popular. Likewise, Richard Bachman.

Anyway. I’ve tossed my case of ‘books I should keep but I’ll never re-read’. Two copies of the Koran; three of the Bible.

Found this one, and I think I’ll read it before I toss it:

What fun! 1912 (I think. No date on the inside, but some folks say it’s 1910. Nope – mentions the Titanic. But does not mention WWI, or Einstein So pre-1914). Take a look at the table of contents:

Whoa. Liquid Air! Colour Photography!

Fun read.