Author: doug

After burrowing under the blanket, Ferrous set himself up like this.

I have finished processing photos as far back as when my parents were kids. Now I’m going back in time: on the left I have Larricks from the early 20th century and on the right the Gelsanliters (my dad’s mom’s family) from that timeframe. I don’t have anything this old from my mom’s side.

At least it *looks* comfy.

It’s been a while since I disassembled a failed hard disk. I take them apart (and destroy the platters) to prevent anyone from recovering my data, and also to harvest the two super-strong magnets held inside (upper left in this photo). This particular 2TB drive had a “spinning time” of 7+ years and was still working, but the OS noted a quickly-increasing amount of read errors. Not much has changed since the last time I did this: you still get the pretty shiny platters and a couple precision aluminum rings to separate them, the lightweight head-arm assembly, the aforementioned magnets, and a metric assload of stainless steel screws. I’d never seen the blade-like things at bottom left (slotted between the platters, presumably for airflow management or heat extraction).

There are some people for whom bone marrow, bread, and salad is not an excellent meal for a Winter Storm Warning evening. In this household, however, live none of those people.

Have you ever seen fresh in-pod lima beans before? Thank you Russo’s! Thank you Lis!

I got lunch from a taco truck today and ate it outside, on the Greenway, in today’s unseasonably warm weather. I was not the only one with this idea, but surprisingly the only one from my office.

Maybe Ferrous will turn into a normal cat after all.

Michael, Chris, and I decided to drive from Stowe to Jay Peak today for what turned out to be an epic day of skiing. With 18″ of fresh snow to play in — more where it got blown into the trees by the ample wind — today was the deepest powder I have ever skied on either coast. We got nearly first tracks in Hell’s Woods, then proceeded to lap the rest of the glades we could access from the one running chair until we were ready to (and did!) fall over.