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30 August 2002 @ 11:34 am
Electronic Packing, Boole, and Real Packing  
So, my brother Pat left for Northland College today, which has been called "the environmental liberal arts college." I have no idea what he's planning to do (maybe something outdoorsey, maybe psychology), but the college is only one hour from home, which should be good for him. It is Ashland, but maybe he'll go crawling under the city to find the "other city." (which, apart from Northland, is the only real reason to go to Ashland)

Pat is also taking Boole. Boole is a Sony VAIO PCV-300DS desktop nightmare that was my second computer in college (my first was a Neo systems pre-Pentium 586, which, in 1998, my dad thought "was enough for a computer guy"). My favorite memory of Boole was how the motherboard fried when I installed a 128MB RAM chip, since the power supply is calibrated to support exactly the power requirements of the original system components. My second favorite memory of Boole is how it's small enough to fit in my bag, which was handy on the busride to Best Buy. Also, it's a PII 400 with 64MB RAM and a Matrox G200 video card (translation - he won't be losing any time from studying by playing games, because none of the newer ones will run).

Mom was in charge of packing his physical stuff - I was in charge of getting Boole ready for the Northland network and "packing" all of his stuff from the family computer onto 4 CD's (at two copies each, it took me the better part of the evening). Did I ever mention that I love the bin-packing version of the Knapsack Problem? Well, I do . . .

My creation for Fight Club is postponed by Real Packing, which is when I take a giant stack of books, clothes, etc., and a bookshelf from home, and try to fit it in the van. Mom usually gets upset with how much crap I bring with me, but this time it's not coming back, so she's okay with it. Real Packing will happen when Mom gets back with the van. In the meantime, I'm just kind of dazed from how early I got up, and I need to shower and wake the hell up.

On the plus side, I actually found the tool I need to make the Fight Club thing . . . but that would be telling . . .
 
 
 
lyght on August 30th, 2002 10:36 am (UTC)
Dude. You must explain the city under Ashland bit. You MUST. I DEMAND to know about this thing that I know nothing of and claim myself to be one from the Great White North.
Hoc Est Qui Sumusdiscoflamingo on August 30th, 2002 02:30 pm (UTC)
Dangerous levels of Hearsay follow:
Apparently, (which means that I know dangerously little about how much of this is true) when Ashland was first a town, there was a disaster (flood, water table accleration, etc.) that forced people to abandon their homes for awhile. When it was over, there was so much silt and mud around them that it was easier to just build on top of them. Note: if you're never been to Ashland, you need to know that it's pretty hilly for northern Wisconsin, which doesn't make a lot of sense, considering where it is in relation to Duluth and Superior (which is to say that when the last Ice Age happened, and the last glacier crept over Lake Superior, Duluth/Superior were almost entirely untouched, while the rest of Wisconsin got glacial-smacked like a bitch). Supposedly, (there's that Urban Legend® thing again) the "Old Ashland" is sewer-level to the Ashland of today - and that you can reach some of the houses from sewer level. There are people I know (not entirely trustworthy, mind you) who claim to have seen some of it (it's like going into a house without being outside).

That is everything I know about this supposed "city under Ashland." Two things to keep in mind:
  1. Even if there isn't a city under Ashland, I do know that their urban planner was on more crack than the drunks who designed St Paul, so whoever designed the sewer probably made it weird (i.e. cool).

  2. The largest crystal meth bust west of Indiana happened just miles outside of Ashland. (just so you know what kind of people you're dealing with)
Hillarysusanofstohelit on August 30th, 2002 01:41 pm (UTC)
tell your mother that I need a trailer. of course, that's because most of the furniture for the apartment is at my parents' house right now.

:-)
masui on August 30th, 2002 07:08 pm (UTC)
i miss you