I guess I'll tell y'all about last weekend and my hastily-prepared trip to
Colorado. But first...
I have a problem that I'm working on. I think the solution is to get out
more and meet more people. I'm doing this in a variety of ways (I'll tell
you a lot more about one of them below) but one of them is that I'm using
one of those "social networking" websites,
MySpace. MySpace is technically lame,
very unreliable, down a lot, and full of many idiotic users. But some of
the people I've met in the local metal scene are on there, and they pulled
me in, and it actually has helped to keep my in touch with them, so.. I use MySpace. It's popular too, for some reason, and you
know what Metcalfe said about the value of networks. Anyway, I joined a
local MySpace group that looked like a very heterogeneous mix of various
types of people, and they meet often, so on Thursday night I went to a
coffee house and .. there a bunch of us were.
That's when I noticed how different this was, than a bar. I spend a lot of
time in bars. The bars around here are long, narrow buildings, typically
with not enough chairs for everyone to sit. As a result, you get around
and mix. It's hard not to (unfortunately, I sometimes still find
a way not to, which is one of the things I'm trying to fix about myself).
But at this coffee place, there were plenty of places to sit, and I just
can't get up and chug coffee-after-coffee (it'll drive me crazy -- I'm at a
point in my life where I just can't mainline caffeine like I used to). So
we sat, and the layout was pretty static. I ended up pretty much only chatting
with a small sub-group of this supposedly diverse mix of people.
Just my fucking luck: I ended up sitting near IT workers!! D'oh!!! Two
of 'em were pure support people, and one was a hybrid programmer/support/misc.
This almost counts as not meeting new people. ;-) Oh well. Anyway, I learned
a few things. One of them was the dollar cost of some of the computer
crap that people are putting up with. I don't run viruses, so I don't think
of virus scanners, anti-spyware stuff, etc as being particularly important.
Outside of my little sphere, though, these are apparently important things,
and one of the problems that support people put up with, is keeping their
peoples' machines clean, keeping the AV software up-to-date, etc. Even more
shocking, was the dollar cost associated with all this. At Sandia National
Labs, there's apparently a "tax" that they pay for computer support (which
mostly consists of cleaning up after viruses, etc) based on every employee.
Would you believe $1500 per employee per year?
Holy crap. You'd think some bean-counter would say, "Enough's enough!" You
don't even have to be a "computer dude" to know that getting away from
Microsoft's suckage would have a upside. You just have to see how much money
is being wasted on a uniquely-Microsoft problem.
Oh yeah, and from the way bonuses are awarded, it sounds like the support
people are basically rewarded for "solving" more problems, and penalized
for making problems really go away. And you wonder why the world
is fucked up.
*sigh* Anyway... that was Thursday night. Did I unconsciously gravitate to
the IT people, or was it just bad luck? I don't know. Next time, I'll make
sure to sit next to a girl. Girls don't work in IT, right? ;-) Or maybe I'll
fake it and pretend I'm at a bar and wander around even though no one else is
doing it. Maybe I'll start a trend!
Friday morning, I hit I-25 for Colorado Springs. About 400 miles later, I
checked into my hotel and rested a while, then headed to a local bar called
Navajo Hogan Roadhouse for what promised to be a metal show. Neat place!
But the bands turned out to be lame death metal, metalcore, more (but much
better) death metal, and then utter crap. If you're not into metal, you'll
see the word "metal" in all those descriptions and think I was pretty happy.
No, not really. But it wasn't too bad, and what else was I going to do that
night? A little headbanging, but nothing really passionate. That would come
24 hours later...
On Saturday morning, I checked out "Garden of the Gods" on the western side
of Colorado Springs, and every time I saw a sign with those words, I sang
them like Chris Boltendahl (Grave Digger) singing the "Twilight of the Gods"
chorus from Rheingold. Nobody looked at me funny, though.
Then I headed north to Palmer Lake to a coffee place called Speedtrap.
Off the I-25 exit, the road has a speed limit of 50 or 55 MPH, and then suddenly changes to
30 MPH, turns, and there Speedtrap is. When I left the place later, sure enough,
there was a cop with flashing lights who had pulled someone over. But there
can be pedestrians around here, and the turn really does reduce visibility,
so I don't think the speed limit reduction is really unjustified. (I would
find out about the real speed trap, the next day.)
Why did I go to Speedtrap? This is where you nerds ought to perk up your
ears, because the purpose of this was .. a keysigning meeting! Ooh yeah!
See that biglumber.com thingie that
I have entered as "my" webpage? Well, no, I'm not associated with
biglumber in any way, I just want to advertise it so that more people
will get in on it. Biglumber is a geographically-oriented database where
people who are into pgp keysigning can find each other, and it works
pretty well.
Now, these are pgp nerds, so you think I would be as unexcited about meeting
them as my previously-mentioned meeting of IT workers. Bah, shows what
you know. Anyone can get a job running virus scanners, but
the people who are into building a pgp-based distributed authentication
infrastructure, tend to be more .. oh shit, how can I say this and not
sound pretentious? They're more .. well .. elite. Real enthusiasts. Or
maybe this is the best way to put it: they tend to be into what I'm into. If you start talking about Windows registry settings, it's pretty much guaranteed that my eyes will glaze over and I will start looking around for someone else to hang out with. If you start talking about how you met Whitfield Diffie, I'm listening.
In this case, I met an MIT alumnus who works at HP, and another guy who is
working on a dual-masters program in business and theology. (Weird, huh?)
The second guy even brought us both a souvenir-pack, which included a
SimplyMEPIS Linux CD (I haven't checked that out yet) but also some .. uh ..
evangelical materials (a Liberty Dollar pamphlet, and The Gospel Of John).
Ok, that seems a little unusual to me, but hey, it takes all types. Gave
me the idea that maybe I'll maybe make up some kind of packet to hand out
to people in the future, beyond the usual hardcopy-of-fingerprint. (Dunno
what I'll put in it. Any ideas?)
Anyway, fellow geeks, this is what I wanna point out to you: even if
you don't see the value in building a cryptographically-based
distributed authentication system (upon which email encryption is just
one potential application), biglumber is a way to meet
nerdy instant-friends when you travel to somewhere, and maybe have some
interesting conversations with some strangers when you're away from home.
You know you want to. Generate that key if you don't have it yet, and then
join in the fun.
But the best was yet to come. I left Palmer Lake and hit I-25 north again
for Denver. Then onto a suburb that looks like an endless shopping mall,
called Westminster. Checked into hotel again, scouted the area, rested,
and then had dinner at an Indian joint named "Yak and Yeti." Yummie
Chicken Tikka Masala and Lamb Vindaloo, then onto
Pink E's Black Den
for DEEP FREEZE METALFEST IV!
This was a rockin' night. Even the worst of the openers was better than
the best band I had seen in Colorado Springs the previous night, and to
top it all off, I saw Flotsam and Jetsam for the first time in over 5 years,
and Jag Panzer for the first time ever. And I got to meet
yet another nerd there, a fellow metalhead, for a keysigning meeting, thus combining
my nerdliness with my metalheadedness. It also give me someone to
chat with and drink with between sets. That is a good thing when you've travelling alone.
At the end of Jag Panzer's set, the finally played a song from my favorite
album of theirs, and it seemed like Harry forgot the words to the chorus
of King At Any Price. At the time, I thought this was because he was
high, as he had made some kind of bong reference at the beginning of the show, so I shouted "This is your brain on drugs!" But later they said he was just very ill. Ok, whatever. Anyway, except
for the totally fucked up King At Any Price, it was a good set.
But Flotsam was even better. I'm probably a bit biased here.. Flotsam and
Jetsam is one of my absolute favorite bands in the world, maybe the #1 spot
depending on mood, but always at least in the top 5. Constant headbanging
and singing along, hair flying, covered in sweat, surrounded by true
metalheads, belly full of faux-Indian food and Mexican beer -- oh, it was a glorious thing!
Quite simply, this is why I live. It'll be years before I top this
one. I love my local bands back in Albuquerque, but this was really special.
A few notes on the return trip on Sunday. I had noticed one of my tires
was low, so I filled it with air at a gas station. But since I wasn't
sure how fast it was leaking, I decided to overfill it a little, to give me
more time. Then I got the idea: I wasn't really in a hurry to get back home,
so why not perform a little mileage experiment? I overfilled all my tires to
40 psi, and drove at 65 MPH. (I briefly entertained the idea of driving TMP
into a fit and imagined his resulting caustic rant melting various internet
backbones, but then I thought "what are the chances he's on this stretch of
road?" so I changed back into the right lane.) Got 43 mpg. That's consistent with earlier experiments. (I can get 50 MPG at 55 MPH.) And
that's not a hybrid or TDI or anything like that. Just ol' fashioned Otto,
made in Japan.
As I approached the Palmer Lake exit (161) going south, I considered stopping
by there again, to drink another "Entrapmint" (the minty coffee drink that
I had the previous day). But then one of those "Speeding Fines Doubled"
signs came up, without even the pretense of road construction to justify it.
Purely arbitrary. Then the I-25 speed limit dropped from 75 MPH to 55 MPH.
For no reason. Arbitrary. Then, over the hill, was the pig and his radar
gun.
I usually call cops "cops" instead of the pejorative term "pig." But now
that I see the true namesake of Speedtrap, and the road signs that serve
no safety-related purpose and exist solely to generate revenue,
I say this pig is aptly labelled. Disrespect is my intent. I hate
you. And I'm speaking as someone who didn't even get caught speeding and get
a ticket. Imagine how your victims feel. Pig, when you pull some sucker
over, you probably justify your despicable behavior by telling yourself that
they wouldn't have gotten pulled over if only they "respected the law." Well,
Pig, you and this speed trap are reason no one respects the
law these days. Because the road signs and law do not exist in good faith.
Fuck you, Palmer Lake pigs. As you can guess, I changed my mind about doing
business in that community, and drove right by the exit. I can only hope the
local businesses some day learn what impression us tourists are getting.