Towse: views from the hill

September 17, 2007

Stuff

Filed under: life,shopshopshop — Towse @ 7:25 pm

A Paul Graham essay on Stuff. (something I know something about)

Another way to resist acquiring stuff is to think of the overall cost of owning it. The purchase price is just the beginning. You’re going to have to think about that thing for years—perhaps for the rest of your life. Every thing you own takes energy away from you. Some give more than they take. Those are the only things worth having.

I’ve now stopped accumulating stuff. Except books—but books are different. Books are more like a fluid than individual objects. It’s not especially inconvenient to own several thousand books, whereas if you owned several thousand random possessions you’d be a local celebrity. But except for books, I now actively avoid stuff. If I want to spend money on some kind of treat, I’ll take services over goods any day.

Comment tail has some added goodness.

via ev

Current to-do list includes

*Clean up old junk
*Minimize new stuff

September 14, 2007

The wanderer returns

Filed under: life,travel — Towse @ 9:49 pm

It’s very nice to go trav’ling
But it’s oh so nice to come home.
— Sammy Cahn

 

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(The rooms at the Crinan Hotel have lovely views across Loch Crinan to Duntrune Castle. Oh, to be a Malcolm.)

August 23, 2007

Happy trails

Filed under: life,travel — Towse @ 4:07 pm

Until we meet again …

August 22, 2007

Packed. Can you believe it?

Filed under: books,food,life,San Francisco,travel — Towse @ 12:23 am

His nibs is relieved that I’m not doing my usual last minute thing.

Everything’s packed except the notebooks, pens and reading material. I always pack too many notebooks (well, I need a blank notebook for trip notes, one for note-notes, one for to-do thoughts and lists, one for what-will-I-do-with-myself-when-we-get-home plans).

And I tend to pack too many books ’cause I don’t know if I’ll be wanting to read mysteries or history or Middlemarch or self-awareness or Dalai Lama or …

Auntie K shows up tomorrow afternoon and the plan is for his nibs to help her lug all her stuff down here and then for them to meet up with me and we’ll swop tools for her boyz (picked up from my dad’s workshop yesterday) from my Mini to her car trunk. Following that chore, she gets the grande tour of the book stacks. Then she comes back here and settles in.

A walk down hill to dinner at Firenze By Night (a first for all of us) and then we’ll tuck under the covers while visions of sugar plums and all that.

Thursday morning we kiss the cat (if we can drag her out from under the bed), wave bye-bye and head off to the airport in the shuttle.

When we get back, The Book pops up to the top of the priority list.

My clear-the-house sort-the-books organize-the-bookmarks procrastinating projects will be hobbled and put out to pasture.

Onward and upward.

Really.

August 17, 2007

Off again off again riggetty jig

Filed under: life,travel — Tags: , — Towse @ 6:43 am

Laura doesn’t talk anymore about her plans to be away since the time earlier this year that her home was busted into while she was away (after she’d mentioned her away trip on her blog).

But … not only do I have a guard cat, I have my guard Auntie K who makes sure that the raccoons (and less vicious miscreants) don’t DARE step foot inside the place while we’re gone.

And we will be gone.

Off next week (Thursday to be exact) to visit a third cousin and her husband and the third cousin’s mom (who is my second cousin once removed — is that right? I can never get it straight without checking the genealogy sites.) in Harrogate, N Yorks.

In clearer terms, without the second cousin once removed terminology, we’ll be visiting Jen, the granddaughter of the woman who was my grandfather’s cousin, and her family and her mum, who also lives in Harrogate these days.

After Harrogate, we’ll be off walking with the clan for a bit, then to London for a few days of respite before we head home. Three weeks in all.

I’m sure you’re sobbing in your microbrew beer just thinking of the upcoming lack of Sal.

I’ve been telling Auntie K to make sure that (if she’s having a huge sleepover) her guests know that the Bay Bridge will be closed Labor Day weekend.

I’ve also been telling her that there’s a huge blowout planned for Barry Bonds (baseball player — for the non-USAns — someone who’s alleged to have got his recent title record nefariously through use of steroids) at Justin Herman Plaza, just down the Hill and over thataway, at noon on Friday.

Sometimes I leave notes for Auntie K detailing in great and gory detail all the events that are happening while she’s here. We’ll see if I have the stamina to do so this time. Loads of stuff happening, but then, why the lists anyway? Auntie K has always been very sharp about finding her amusements while we’re gone.

The trip? Well, after we hang with the relations in Harrogate, we meet up with our walkers in Manchester, then off to hills of Conwy and the Conwy valley and over to the Isle of Anglesey and off to the sod of Dublin and walking to Tara and from Derry into the Inishowen peninsula and up the next day to the Giants’ Causeway. Well. You get the idea. We’re in a rigid inflatable recreating the journey of St Columba from Derry to Crinan, across the Irish Sea (Iona, I’ve always wanted to set foot on Iona) and then Loch Lomond.

The walkers drop us off in Glasgow and we take the train down to London to putter around where we’ve been and where we’ve never been and then home again home again riggetty jig.

Loads to happen between now and then, though. The wedding of a lovely girl, whom we’ve known since she was a sprout, on Sunday. The older younger one is coming over with his partner on Saturday to sort through the SFF that I’ve put in boxes as up for grabs. I need to check to see if they’re staying the night and make sure they know that we have a wedding celebration to get to Sunday afternoon up at Thomas Fogarty Winery & Vineyards in the Santa Cruz Mountains.

Keb Mo at the Fillmore on Monday. Lunch with school chums from forty years ago down in the south bay on Monday as well. Maybe I’ll stop by the ‘rents place and do some packing and boxing as long as I’m down there.

When am I going to pack for the trip? That’s the question, isn’t it?

Checked the tread on my walking shoes, so that’s good to go. Other than that? Oh. My. So much to do. So little done.

August 16, 2007

The noble Duke of York (an update on the über-project)

Filed under: architecture,life,San Francisco — Towse @ 1:08 am

The noble Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill and
Marched them down again

The place up the hill has been thoroughly gutted, and now the putting of things back together begins. …

The latest phase of the über-project, the update for the dainty abode uphill from us, began yesterday as they began prepping for the dig out of the lower level “storage area” beneath the garage.

How are they proceeding?

Well, the jackhammering noises I’d been hearing last week turn out to have been workers cutting a BIG hole in the floor of the garage. Yesterday, I could hear a skip loader moving something into the garage and backing out beep-beep-beep and then back in again and out beep-beep-beep. That something turned out to be a multi-part conveyor belt which is now set up in the garage with the end of the conveyor belt angled through the hole in the floor and down to the dirt level underneath.

Today the workers were digging out under the garage level and loading the excavated dirt and rocks onto the conveyor belt, which conveyed the debris to the garage level, where it was whisked away to whatever dust bin they’ve set up for it.

We won’t mention the eight-inch-or-so diameter rock that mysteriously appeared in the sidewalk at the bottom of our front steps. Oh, no.

I decided not to work in our little patch of city-owned alley-yard while the guys are digging and the conveyor belt is chugging. Don’t want to get conked by rolling stones or the moss attached thereto.

And when you’re up, you’re up
And when you’re down, you’re down
And when you’re only half way up
You’re neither up nor down

Writing: A writer’s treasure chest

Filed under: internet resources for writers,life,webstuff — Towse @ 1:00 am

Lifehacker mentioned the writing links compendium over at internet-resources.com on Saturday.

(Mega thanks to Grapes2.0 for the hedz-up. I wouldn’t have known what hit me. …)

Hits have soared (from hundreds a day to thousands a day) and I’ve been feeling like my e-house is a bit of a mess and in no state for the Queen to come visiting.

Yesterday and today, I’ve been spending time click-clicking through links, dusting, mopping and putting flowers out for the visitors. I’ll do so again tomorrow, being as the contractor guys are paying us visits this week and I’m padlocked inside until they’re gone.

August 9, 2007

Hammer. Saw. Bang. Buzz

Filed under: architecture,life,San Francisco — Towse @ 6:42 pm

Remember this pic? You should. It’s the one from up in the upperleft corner there, only larger and cartoonized. (Click on it and you’ll see it even larger.)

(Man, I love the cartoon effect at pikifx.)

(“Obviously, Sal.”)

See the terracotta colored multilevel building up there that looks like it’s just under Coit Tower? (It’s not, there’s still the hike up the Filbert Steps from Montgomery Street to the Tower.)

That’s the neighbors’ place. Yup. Those neighbors. The ones who are “remodeling” their zillion dollar house to make it more home-like whilst still retaining that quintessential Gardner Dailey look.

Ugly building, I think. One of those buildings with that — je ne sais quoi — perhaps “midcentury box” look, but then I’m no Gardner Dailey fan. Obviously. Some people are, hence the need to preserve the “look” of the building above all else.

Dailey originally built the house in 1960 for Mrs. Henry P. Russell (aka Helen Crocker — yes, those Crockers — Russell). The place is ~10K sq ft and has seven car parking. The building currently has four levels plus a level of parking, but is soon to have a cellar/storage area added beneath the garage level.

Here’s what the neighbors’ contractor guys have been up to.




Note that the top floor is now missing except for a couple walls. I don’t know why they had to rip the entire roof and topping floor out, perhaps they needed to strengthen the roof to support the kitchen and dining area they plan to add up there for entertaining.

The neighbors’ plans call for changing the windows, digging out a storage area under the garage, adding a small elevator to get things from the garage down to the storage area, bringing the rear fire escape up to code by adding a landing pad and path that will go down and connect with the walking path, adding a roof deck with kitchen and dining area plus re-doing the insides and what-all. iirc, they plan to have two floors for family, one for visitors and one for office space when they’re done plus the garage level and the new storage level.

Note that the windows are all gone, as well as most of the interior walls.

Note that I’ll probably be having hammer saw bang buzz for the next eighteen months as they finish tearing it up and then put it back together.

And when it is all done, the house will still look like a midcentury box.

Whee.

Here’s hoping the interior and exterior changes are just what the neighbors hope for because by-golly they are paying a pretty penny for the effort. Good luck to them. (Invite us to the housewarming, OK?)

August 3, 2007

Shifty book notes from Thursday

Filed under: books,libraries,life — Towse @ 8:33 am

(1) Who wrote

  • Elizabeth & her German Garden
  • The Caravaners
  • Christopher and Columbus

I had to know — see? — because I’m sorting books by author and these 19thc. anonymous books were driving me nuts. Who was the author? Were they fiction or memoir?

Answer: Marie Annette Beauchamp, cousin to writer Katherine Mansfield (nee Kathleen Mansfield Beauchamp). Fiction.

(2) Bernardin de Saint-Pierre. Paul and Virginia. Ltd ed. 800c. 450 GB 350 USA. London. Routledge. 1888. #639.

cracking hinges. foldup box in good shape. worth?

(3) Vicar of Wakefield – Goldsmith. Rackham illustrations. Philadelphia. McKay. Printed in GB by Riverside Press. in box w/ illustration on cover. worth?

(4) War&Peace. Heritage Press. Limited Editions Club. 1938. 2 v. boxed. worth?

(5) signed prints. flowers (3) birds (2) . G. Juniga. (Zuniga?)

Oh, yes. I have a swell and marvelous time sorting books. And again. Tomorrow!

July 27, 2007

Book shifting

Filed under: books,libraries,life — Towse @ 6:17 pm

Book shifting. So here’s the problem. The bookcases are, for the most part, filled with the books I intend to stay where they are.

That leaves hundreds of boxes of books to go through on my quest to let go (“Finally!” sez his nibs) of some of the books. You can’t see into boxes without opening them. All the boxes of books on a given subject aren’t necessarily together.

We already have twenty boxes of books or so packed up for the Coast Community Library. The older younger one will come by with his partner maybe the first weekend in August to see if any of the books in the additional nine boxes of SFF titles intended for CCL are ones they want. Let’s call it thirty boxes of books boxed up and ready to shift out. … and more than ten times that many still here, most unsorted.

I have four main areas where books in boxes (and loose now, due to the sorting) are stashed. I have too many boxes whose contents aren’t easily identifiable because I didn’t, back when we were packing the boxes up, always remember to label the boxes (as I do now) so that the contents labels are visible from all sides.

I have other boxes that might be labeled but are hidden by other boxes so I can’t determine the content. In all I have over thirty boxes that are “unknown.” I have another twenty or so that are labeled “nonfic” which need to be sorted through. I have eight that are labeled “misc” which need to be sorted through. I need to get to the “unknown” boxes and see what they might be. And I have the added twist that, due to the vagaries of the move, what is in the boxes is not necessarily as is labeled, if the box is even labeled.

Yesterday I decided that I had to get a grip on what we had, where. I spent some time counting boxes in the four areas and today I created an Excel spreadsheet (and I am so not a believer in spreadsheets) so I can get a handle on which boxes are where and what I can do to shift books around, always remembering that I don’t want to end up with too many books in any one place because even though the space was built with a live load req of 40 lbs/sq foot average, you just don’t want to push it and, like J Carter Brown, I think it was, have your walls started spreading out because of the load of books on the upper floors.

The purpose of this first pass is to get the nonfic and misc and whatever books rough-sorted into categories so that I can then take each category and sort it more definitively and then take those sub-sorts and figure out what stays, what goes.

So … my box count yesterday. After feeding the data into Excel I find I have over seventy “subject” sorts of labels for the boxes, and that’s even with me throwing physics and biology into a greater superset of science when I was making the book count.

Seventy subjects is about fifty too many. I’m having a problem though with sorting some titles. Are they “essay” or “memoir”? When does “memoir” segue into “autobiography”? Would “Letters” be autobiography or memoir or essay? How about if they’re Lord Chesterfield’s Letters to His Son? When do memoirs belong in history?

So I sort and sort and resort. My “reference” boxes had contained all sorts of things. My “facts” boxes had started out as trivia/factoid Uncle John’s and Cecil Adams sorts of books but had wound up also including flags of the world and Amos, Amas, Amat. And around and around and around.

The gross decision is that Area 1 will contain fiction, which still needs sorting. Fiction is all that fiction stuff that isn’t SFF or MYS. Area 2 will contain history & biography & autobiography & memoirs? essays? Area 3 will have SCI-related for now and JUV. Area 4 (the largest area and where I’ve been sorting) will get liberal arts (except history and biography) and all the stuff that needs sorting.

My kludgey spreadsheet tells me how many of what are where so I can wrap my head around how many non-fiction things are in the fiction area (24 boxes! that’s not bad) and how many fiction things are elsewhere (2 … okay).

The sheet also tells me that I have about 400 boxes of books, which (take out the thirty destined for CCL or the older younger one) means (hurray!) over half of the books moved in are either on shelves or headed out the door soon.

When I was making my notes, I didn’t note how many of those 400+ boxes have already been through the primary sort, but there have been loads. Heck, I probably missed some boxes anyway, but close enough is close enough.

A light’s glimmering at the end of the tunnel.

One thing, no, two things, I found day before yesterday were two identical copies of Kipfer’s THE ORDER OF THINGS, an interesting book but don’t ask me why I have two copies. The table of contents may help me with some of the “How do I sort out the science-related books into subcategories that will make it easy for me to see what I have?” sorts of decisions.

Does Feynman go in “essays” or in “physics” or in just what?

How do I make sure when I’m sorting through for dups that I have all the Feynmans in one place?

Odd, isn’t it, that I haven’t been buying many books at used bookstores or thrift shops lately?

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