These Are the Archives

I keep messing with the blog. I change its name, its URL, its format…

After what to me seems long consideration, but will seem like a bolt from the blue to my reader, I’m about to do two (one and a half?) out of three. This time the name won’t change, and my intention is that the active URL of the blog will once again be what it has been.

There are steps involved, however, and the first of these is that I let it be known what the temporary URL is.

New posts will now appear at http://ak4mc.fastmail.com.user.fm/html/tally/, while the entries posted before today are here. Before I move the domain, the current URL will redirect here — hopefully with paths intact.

This will mean no more commenting on new posts, and the rotating quotes I only recently started displaying on this site will go away for good. I’ll save the quotes though. You may see them again.

Somehow.

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Just a Head’s Up

McG’s Tally Book will never — never — give you a pop-up offering to send you push notifications.

If you think that’s a bad thing, I don’t want to know why.

They’re Being Stupid Again

You know, the whole point of buying a Nexus phone was that it would be first in line for Android updates.

I’m still waiting for Oreo on my Nexus 6P, which Google made a point of announcing would be among the handsets getting the new version.

Apparently they rushed Oreo without making sure it would work on the 6P.

I’m tempted to call this a broken promise. It certainly doesn’t dispose me favorably toward a Pixel phone (hugely overpriced successor to the Nexus line) (Especially after I paid too much, in my opinion, for this 6P).

Update, Tuesday: So much for my thoughts of opting for the non-flagship phone.

I’m starting to wonder if Google’s considering scuttling Project Fi.

Maybe I’ll just go the LineageOS route, when/if it becomes obvious my phone won’t upgrade any further.

Happy Autumnal Equinox

By the time you see this, the sun has gone south of the equator, and there is no longer any excuse for heat waves or drenching humidity.

But hereabouts, we’ll get them anyway.

Which is why the last few days it’s been a pleasure to look at Wyoming webcams.

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Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park

Okay, so Yellowstone having snow isn’t that impressive; it’s the snowiest place in Wyoming after all.

There’s a phenomenon called a moisture channel that extends from the point where the Sierra Nevada and Cascade mountain chains meet, across northwestern Nevada and southeastern Oregon to the Snake River Plain, and right to the mountains in and around Yellowstone. Much of the water that feeds three of America’s great river systems — the Columbia, Colorado, and Missouri — flows when Yellowstone’s abundant snowfalls melt in the spring and summer.

Looking down into Jackson Hole from Teton Pass

A surprising percentage of the people who work in Jackson Hole don’t live there. Many live on the other side of the Tetons in Idaho where, presumably, it’s cheaper to live — and commute across the state line and the mountain range to their jobs. The above is the view those commuters saw this morning as they crossed the summit.

Not that snow in the Tetons is any more unusual, perhaps, than in Yellowstone.

West side of Dubois, in the upper Wind River valley

Even the upper Wind River valley is a bit close to Yellowstone for this to be all that unusual, I suppose, but Dubois — at only 6,900 feet above sea level — is not really in the mountains.

To be fair, this snow is unlikely to still be there by local noon, unless temperatures drop further and a lot of additional moisture makes it into the valley.

Red Canyon, south of Lander

Normally this spot is noteworthy for its scenic view, but this morning it was socked in by snowfall. Red Canyon is on the east side of the other end of the Wind River Mountains from Dubois’ valley location; its elevation may be comparable or not much lower. It’s definitely not part of the Yellowstone environs.

When we have weather like this on the home acres, it’s January (February at the latest) and sensible people hunker down at home with the spoils of the panic buying they indulged in when the S-word appeared in the forecast.

Those trans-Teton commuters mentioned above? Just another high-country morning rush hour for them.

The Food Stinks. And Such Small Portions!

Having gone back to hosting my domain and having my preferred email address as other than an alias on Gmail, I’ve been a bit underwhelmed with the webmail options, and I really don’t like any of the resident email clients out there. Thunderbird has one feature that makes it useful, but it has failings of its own. I’ll use it for that one feature if I need it, but I don’t like it as a default mail interface.

So, I found another provider with a much better webmail interface and have separated my email hosting from my web hosting, but the DNS entries necessary to do this aren’t panning out well. I did exactly what the mail host instructed, but it’s been a few days now and it’s still not verifying.

I do get my mail — the issue is a setting that tells other mail servers it’s really me using this mail host that’s not at my web host.

<update, Saturday> Just found an error that was preventing the setting from verifying. Fixed it. All is well. These next two paragraphs are no longer relevant. </update>

I can transfer my web hosting over as well, but this outfit doesn’t support the databases necessary to run WordPress. Which means if I do transfer web hosting I’ll have to move the blog to WordPress.com.

I don’t like this idea (Update: and I just discovered it would mean paying WordPress $99 a year just to be able to use the quotes plugin; nuh-uh!). If the DNS business doesn’t clear up though (I’ve been in contact with the mail host’s user support about it) I may have no choice.

Autumn in Georgia

The midday shadows are longer now
The driveway’s scattered with leaves
I’ve learned to avoid telling the missus how
There are big spider webs under the eaves

The stores have big Halloween candy displays
I just walk past them, calm and sober
Nothing I buy in late September
Is ever still around in October

I look out the window at the pond
Half-expecting to see it freeze
Then I look at the thermometer
Oh gawd, it’s 87 degrees!

After the Squall

With the sun finally making an appearance again today, we’re expected to get into the mid-70s.

You might have thought that with a monster tropical storm committing seppuku all over top of us on Monday we would have had some pretty warm temperatures these last two days, but that wasn’t the case. Yesterday I had to turn off the A/C in my car because the outside temperature was actually cooler — mid-60s — than what I like to have inside the car.

We’d had a cold front come through while Irma was pillaging America’s Wang, which I confess played into why I stopped short of panic as I watched her approach; apparently even a monster tropical storm can be staggered by a wall of dryish, coolish air athwart its path. The weather professionals must have expected the cool pool to make way submissively for the whirlybitch. It didn’t.

There’s even been a very slight but noticeable increase in autumnal coloration hereabouts, and less lost foliage than the media frenzy had led us to expect. A rather large tree did take out a section of long-suffering fence belonging to one of our neighbors Monday, but on the home acres there were about as many fallen limbs as we typically see after a single severe thunderstorm.

The lawn is still soggy though, and likely to remain so for a few days. As it warms up, the standing water and damp ground will give up some of its moisture to the atmosphere, increasing the humidity. And as humidity increases, the take-up of ground moisture levels off. If the humidity leads to thunder, said take-up will actually go into reverse.

We could use a few more cold fronts, is what I’m saying. Alas, it’s still only September.

Blustery

At least one source has consistently moderated the expected winds for today with each new set of forecasts. I think we can take that as a good sign — though the ground truth won’t be known for sure for another 12 hours or so, by which time it’ll be all over but the screaming.

Bearing in mind, a single fallen tree in the wrong place could blackout half the county, if it derailed a train which then took out a substation.

I don’t know why I had that thought just as a train was passing through…

Now for a seemingly appropriate musical interlude:

Update, 6:45 p.m. EDT — Dramatization (stolen from here):

Actually so far, the most we’ve suffered at Mustache World Headquarters was a devastating power outage about four hours ago that interrupted my wifi for almost a minute.

There are trees down here and there, and power lines down, and there have been traffic accidents but not a lot. It helps that most people with no particular reason to be out in this weather are, in fact, not out in this weather. Of course the Atlanta TV stations have a lot more to report, there being a much greater concentration of people and power lines. Also, though it isn’t that far to our east, somehow the big city managed to get hit harder as the worst of the storm (so far) passed through.

The National Weather Service wind forecast indicates the sustained winds are about to taper off hereabouts but the gusts won’t really abate until the wee hours of tomorrow morning.

Personally, I think I just might be able to sleep through it.

Update, Tuesday morning: Stop interrupting my wifi, Irma you minx!