More on electrical work

I have some more electrical work that needs to get done around the house. In particular, I need to get some additional electrical outlets installed in my three second-floor bedrooms. Unfortunately, this friend of mine says that this will take about five to six days to complete.

Ouch. I really don't like the idea of having to pay for that kind of labor. I wish that the previous owner had done a better job of maintaining the place. He was a realtor, for pity's sake, yet he displayed an appalling lack of foresight when it came to basic home maintenance. For pity's sake, he didn't even bother to get gutters installed on the garage, even though this would not have cost much. Nor did he get a cap installed on the chimney. Both of these were low-cost projects that could have vastly improved the property.

No foresight whatsoever.

What a bizarre interpretation

I swear that some people have abominable reading comprehension skills.

On one discussion board, I complained about people posting their disguised e-mail addresses on singles sites. They do this in an attempt to circumvent the system by avoiding having to pay a membership fee. I felt that this was wrong, and I said so.

One guy responded by saying, "Are you suggesting that we should all post our e-mail addresses publicly for all the world to see? That's not safe!" How in the world did he arrive at that bizarre interpretation?

That's the problem with people who post without exercising some basic reading comprehension skills. I hate to condescend, but really... it's appalling.

Electrical work

I just got an electrician friend of mine to take a look at the electrical wiring in my basement. The previous owner did a lot of "do-it-yourself" work, and he did a sloppy job. That's what happens when you have homeowners who decide to save a few bucks by doing things themselves. It's fine when they know what they're doing, but some of them simply don't.

This friend of mine is cutting me a deal, doing the work for me at an affordable price. In return, I'm giving him some tax-free income. Believe me, I'm thankful.

Hating Microsoft Windows

Have I talked about how badly designed Microsoft Windows is lately?

It stinks. It has all the earmarks of an OS wherein the designers decided to introduce all sorts of kewl features with insufficient regard for how these would impact performance. After all, why bother? What really matters is that the software should be kewl, right?

Consider this. It is common for Windows Explorer to freeze up for several seconds -- or even a minute or two -- when you open it up. Why? Apparently because it feels that it must navigate through its directory structure and see what's there. Why? Just open up whichever folder the user wants to see and ignore the rest, darnit! Don't look them up unless it's necessary!

Ah, but maybe some user would like to see a preview of whatever photos exist somewhere in the directory tree. Fine. That's a legitimate concern... but darnit, don't bother digesting and thumbnailing the photos unless it's necessary! In other words, wait until he actually chooses to look at the folder. That's just common sense.

Hercules

I've been watching DVDS of the old Hercules: The Legendary Journeys show. Boy that show was clever. Xena, Warrior Princess was also very good, and it had better acting; however, I think that Hercules was just more enjoyable.

I love the humor and the plot twists. The stories sometimes strained one's suspension of disbelief, but it was generally just good fun.

I passed on that opportunity

Five years ago, a guy named Jas tried to recruit me to his company. He knew that I needed a job, and he wanted to farm me out to this semiconductor automation company for a certain project. He assured me that they would find additional projects for me afterwards, but didn't provide any specifics.

When I asked him about the company's finances, he said, "Under my leadership, we always turn a profit." However, he offered me a salary that was about half of the going rate, which made me doubt that he was telling the truth. As a former supervisor said when I related this story, the figure he gave was an insult. Even during the economic slowdown, it was still a pathetically low figure. He sure sounded like he was lying, and not for the first time.

The worst part? He even asked me to lie to this other company about my employment status. I was on H-1B status, and it would have taken a few days to file the work authorizatio for me to work for his company. Without any hesitation though, he told me to tell this other company that I was already working for him. He was a very dishonest man, and he obviously expected that I would approve.

I don't regret turning his job offer down. It's a safe bet that when the project was over, I would have been out of work. He obviously wanted to hire me just so that he could land this project, and once it was over, I would have been out on the street. Oh, he told me that there'd be work for me afterwards, but why should I have trusted him to be honest with me? After all, he had no compunctions about telling me to lie on his behalf.

After I turned him down, he mentioned that he had another person to take my place. I know that he was still lying though, since I saw that he had reposted his job advertisement on the web. Jas, you were a liar.

War. Huh.

What is it good for?


An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile hoping it will eat him last.
-- Winston Churchill

“You may gain temporary appeasement by a policy of concession to violence, but you do not gain lasting peace that way.”
-- Anthony Eden

Want to trim down

I would like to do heavy cardio work for an hour every day. I'd like to do whatever it takes to shed eight pounds over the next month. Unfortunately, that's not a very realistic goal if I also want to focus on getting work done.

And frankly, the last few pounds are the hardest. It's a cliche, but it's still true.

Smoker's often have an easier time, but I'm not going to do that. Nor do I want to neglect my work for the sake of putting in more gym time.

I wish that I didn't have to work on my yard and my driveway. That just makes it all the more difficult. Sadly, that doesn't amount to a lot of cardio work.

What if you're overqualified?

The following has been excerpted from an article titled Fighting the Overqualified Label by Randal S Hansen, Ph.D.:

As you develop your strategy, here are 10 specific tactics to consider:

1. Let your network speak for you. Nothing you could say about yourself is stronger than a recommendation from someone who knows you and can recommend you. The ideal scenario is for you to use your network to find someone within the organization and let that person make the first pitch for you.
   
2. Focus more on skills and accomplishments than job titles. Use the employerʼs own words -- from the job description -- to show how your skills match perfectly while at the same time downplaying skills not required for this job.
   
3. Take salary off the table. Make it clear from the beginning that you are completely flexible about salary -- and that your previous salary is of no relevance to your current job-search.
   
4. Reveal financial advantages of hiring you. If you suspect salary will be a concern, use specific examples from your past experiences to show how you increased revenue generation and/or cut costs/realized increased savings.
   
5. Emphasize teamwork and personality. Demonstrate that you are a team player -- that the success of the team is more important than any of the individual team members.
   
6. Showcase current or cutting-edge knowledge. Discuss recent training or skill-building that shows that you adaptable and up-to-date -- not stuck in the ways of old.
   
7. Demonstrate loyalty. One method to attempt to overcome the fear that you will leave as soon as a better offers comes along is to point to your longevity with previous employers.
   
8. Do what it takes to get the interview. Be prepared to deal with the overqualified issue when you call to follow-up your application -- and sell the hiring manager on at least giving you a "meeting" if not an interview so that you can make your case in person.
   
9. Everything in moderation. You should illustrate how you are the perfect candidate for the position without overwhelming the hiring manager with your experience -- or your ego. Avoid intimidating a younger hiring manager.
   
10. Express interest, admiration, and enthusiasm. Nothing wins over a hiring manager more than a positive attitude and a passion for the job -- and the employer.
    

Copyrights

A lot of people still think that creative works are only copyrighted when the author files some sort of application. That's a common misconception.

Under the Berne convention, any creative work is automatically copyrighted. In other words, this protection is granted even when the author or artist does not explicitly assert or declare any copyright claim.

Hence, if you were to copy someone's work verbatim, then you would almost certainly be guilty of copyright infringement. If you modify the wording though, then you might not be, depending on the nature of the original work and the nature and extent of the modifications. (Naturally, the less trivial or obvious the original work is, the more extensive the modifications would have to be.) There is also a "fair use" exception, but that can only be used in limited situations.

Unfortunately, there is no formula to determine when a modified work is too close to the original; after all, how would one derive such a formula? In all matters of intellectual property rights (copyright, trademark, and patent infringement), multiple criteria and a measure of subjectivity are involved.

Feeling down

I'm feeling very down this morning. Don't ask me to explain why. I just do.

I woke up at some obscene hour in the morning -- maybe 3:30 am or so. I just could not get back to sleep, perhaps because of feeling down. I tried all sorts of things. I ate a cereal bar, I took a bit of melatonin and a piece of an antihistamine tablet. Only eventually did this help me get back to sleep. (I didn't dare take the entire antihistamine tablet, since I know that sometimes makes me too groggy to wake up.)

I don't want to rely on these pills to help me sleep, since they can disrupt normal sleep patterns. I might have to use them for a while, though.

I think this has something to do with feeling down. That and the fact that my sleep was disrupted during my recent business trip, in which I had to stay awake in an airport for an entire day. Some guys sleep in the airport, but I just can't, and I don't think it's a wise thing to do anyway.

Reading and exercise

I used to try to get a lot of reading done on the elliptical trainers in the gym. The idea is that I wanted to feed my mind, but I also wanted to trim down and get some exercise in. Unfortunately, it's hard to read one those things, especially when reading technical matters. It's also hard to concentrate on getting an intense workout when you're reading.

More recently, I've been watching some high-intensity cardio DVDs and participating in some bootcamp classes. You can't really read while doing those things; however, they do provide more intense workouts.

Argh. If only I could do both. I want to be an information sponge, but I also don't want to become a couch potato.

Urban legends show

I'm watching this urban legends show on the Discovery Channel. I have a love/hate relationship with this show.

On the one hand, it's somewhat educational. On the other hand, there's way too much fluff in the show -- all sorts of pointless ruminations and overly drawn out dramatizations. I can learn stuff from it, but I don't think it's very good use of my time.

Speaking of making good use of my time, I'll talk more about that soon.

Frustrating relatives

Some of my relatives can be quite frustrating when it comes to little things.

For example, some of would insist on referring to carbon dioxide as "carbon." It's enough to make a chemist cry.

When playing chess, they would refer to the knight as "the horse." They'd refer to the rook as the "tower."

Oh, and playing cards with them made me cringe. Remember the old familiar suit of clubs? They'd refer to the clubs as "clovers."

Good freaking grief.

Stuck in an airport

I'm stuck in an airport waiting for my flight. I was the victim of a flight cancellation, which meant that American Airlines was forced to arrange for a new itinerary for me. Rats.

On other other hand... Mad props to AA for sending me a voicemail message, notifying me of this problem! That was a surprise. Not a pleasant one, but I have to give them kudos for alerting me to this problem in a timely fashion.

In the meantime, I've got to kill time and attempt to be productive. Easier said than done, though. I'm sleep-deprived, and I can't really nap in the airport. Also, a lot of the stuff that I'd need to be truly productive are at home and in my office. Rats.

Man, I could use some sleep. Hopefully, I can get some shuteye on the plane.

On the road again

I'm travelling again. Sitting in an airport right now... an airport that could stand to use a few more electrical outlets. Or more accurately, there are plenty of floor outlets, but most of them ahve been covered and screwed down. Not exactly conductive to travelling warriors.

I am thankful, however, that the initial leg of my flight was peaceful and quiet. It's always a relief when the people on the same flight are considerate and well-behaved. What a pleasure. I was able to get some sleep on my flight, but I could admittedly use a bit more shuteye.

I'm still struggling with the remains of my cold, though. Ugh. Still feeling slightly congested. I've stopped coughing up bodily organs, but my throat still isn't completely clear.

Been feeling down.

I've been feeling so very down lately. Maybe it's due to overwork and a lack of sleep. Overtraining might have something to do with it as well. And as I mentioned, I'm also recovering from a cold, which is yet another source of stress.

And frankly, I haven't had as much social contact with people as I would like. Yeargh. I wish things were different.

Lab automation

I photocopied an article on laboratory automation for me to read during an upcoming flight. I sure hope that I do indeed get to read this. I might get sucked into a game of Sudoku. It's mentally stimulating, but not a good use of my time. It'd take way too long to get better at this game, and I don't think that would be an efficient use of my limited time.

Besides, I'd rather be working out. Tried to make it through a grueling hour-long intensive cardio workout, but I had to quit halfway through. This darned cold that I'm recovering from has just sapped my energy levels. Darn it.

My eyes are burning

I hae allergies. My eyes were badly inflamed last night, and my eyes were burning. They're burning today as well.

Actually, the discomfort has subsided a bit, now that I'm in an airconditioned room. Still, this whole situation stinks.

It's a problem with allergies, which makes it an immunological problem. Basically, allergens trigger an undesirable immune system response. An allergen is a type of antigen that create a spurious immune response; that is, they aren't toxics or pathogens, but they make the immune system respond anyway. Argh.

Dancing weirdo

There was this strange fella at a swing dance event last night--an older-looking Asian gent. Actually, I've seen him at a lot of these events. He's a good dancer, but frankly, I think he's a bit of a weirdo.

Oh, he's got skills. The problem is that he keeps making all these goofy expressions when he dances with a woman. It's obvious that he really enjoys his dancing, but he looks like he's enjoying it a bit too much, if that makes sense. That is, he keeps putting on these over-the-top expressions on his face when he dances, and if I were a woman, I'd feel kinda weirded out by that.

It's not just that. He also keeps putting his face right up close to the woman's face. Now, I can't speak for anyone else, but personally, I think that's just stepping over the line -- especially when he keeps making those weirdo expressions on his face.

How would I describe those expressions? I guess they're kinda like over-the-top grins. Not just a pleasant smile, mind you, but wide, open-mouthed expressions of sheer ecstasy. I don't want to judge, but I feel like tapping him on the shoulder and saying, "Criminy, fella! Calm down and get a grip on reality."

Last night, he also took this newcomer -- a gal who had only gone swing dancing once before in her life -- and lifted her into the air. She squealed, and I don't think it was with delight. That was completely inappropriate on his part. He could stand to exercise some common sense, and maybe learn a bit about dance etiquette.

Yep, he's out of control. I wish that he'd stop and get ahold of himself.