September 2006

New Lost City Ramblers

I should say something about the concert we saw last weekend. Mary, Laura and I went over to Berkeley to see the New Lost City Ramblers, who have been collecting and performing old-time, mostly Appalachian music since well before I was born. The leader is Mike Seeger, who is brother to Peggy Seeger and half-brother to Pete. (American royalty.) This was part of an annual old-time music festival that’s been getting bigger and bigger lately; it appears that this is another of those out-of-the-way genres that’s been due for a revival.

The atmosphere was that of a homecoming. These guys could do no wrong with this audience, and they didn’t. In demeanor they remind you a bit of some of those old-time Afro-Cuban players like Guaracheros de Oriente: the material is so powerful and the performance style so calm, almost casual, that you’re surprised when your heart has suddenly been torn out and shredded by what you thought was just a three-minute folk song. They sneak up on you that way.

An autoharp, when played by someone who knows how, can be the most beautiful thing you ever heard. Mike Seeger knows how.

The next day I went back with Laura and Lilly for the outdoor concert part of the festival. There were lots of string bands playing on the grass and we got to see some smoking banjo players (clawhammer style only — I felt like a turncoat for practicing Scruggs picking the way I do), plus a real live gut-bucket. We agreed to try to make one of our own as soon as we could figure out where to get one of those big galvanized washtubs.

Laura
Lilly
Mary
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Grandma Helga and Grandpa Ted

Family

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Well-being

It’s funny how discussions of child well-being policies seem to attract both the smartest, most compassionate commentators and the most self-absorbed idiots. This one is not an exception.

Not funny

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Berkeley Old Time Music Convention

We’re in the youth showcase at 11:00 a.m.

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New Lost City Ramblers

And the Stairwell Sisters.

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The words and the bees

Here’s something I’ve been working on as a support for training my documentation team to convert to XML, which is a bit more fun than it sounds like but requires some fairly fundamental rethinking of what a writer does. There is a labored and over-extended analogy with bees, but I think I might keep that in.
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To supply user documentation for a diverse, overlapping set of products, you have to maintain your information in tight, clearly delineated modules that you can mix and match wherever they are needed. To do this, you must discard the old book-based model that has defined most online documentation until recently, and make the transition to an agile database model.

What’s wrong with the old way?

Online documentation started out as an effort to duplicate the experience of reading a book, which was the main way people were used to getting information before computers became widespread. You can see the influence of many generations of book-reading in the language we use to talk about online experience: pages, scrolling, sections and headings, libraries, and so on. The book model was successful because its structure supported the way people actually interacted with things and events in the “real world,” as they called it (or “offline,” as they didn’t call it).

The problem is, online experience is very different from “real life.” Events are much more fragmented: you do one thing here, jump somewhere else to read something, come back for a moment, reboot, pull in some snippet of data from over there. Online experience doesn’t feel like the rhythmic, sequential narrative structure that we value in the books and manuals that we read on paper.

The supplies of information that we rely on to help us get through this madness don’t help us very much if they insist on portraying a world in which one thing follows another and everything develops according to an authoritative, reliable timeline. We need information to be available for just the activity we are on, at just the time we need it, in just the amount and at just the level that makes sense right then.

That’s the consuming side. As suppliers of information for people using computers, we’re called on to provide information that supports the way our readers actually behave online. If our information is locked up in large, unique, cohesive batches of prose, we can expect to spend most of our time searching and editing and managing those batches, leading to more and more duplication, inefficiency and human error.

What’s good about the new way?

Real computer users can be compared to a bee in a garden. They hover around, briefly select a landing place and move on when they have what they came for, then do it again. Their effectiveness is determined by how much they can get out of each flower they visit. The more specific information they can derice from each of those flowers (What is this color exactly? How did I get here? How much pollen can I get from this variety?), the better their overall honey-making day.

We can’t predict which flower a bee will visit next. We can predict, though, that it won’t follow a schedule of stops at particular ones. That’s what a manual is, or a guide: a schedule of stops at particular screens, pages or resources. We would never offer a bee a schedule for its pollen-gathering chores: that would be silly.

What we might do instead is develop a collection of discrete bits of information about all the different things the bee has to get done. Some of those bits only make sense when a bee is visiting a particular species of flower. Others are more generally useful, like navigational hints.

It would take some work. We would have to watch the bees carefully, to develop a model of where they go and how they do things. We would have to keep close track of our bits of information, so as not to describe the same thing twice, or leave out something important.

Then, if we could figure out a way to attach to each flower a unique set of those information bits, including everything the bee needs to know right then and there and nothing it doesn’t need to know, we could really make that bee a champion pollen-collector.

If our information bits were sufficiently standardized so we could mix and match them freely, we could put together such a set of information on the spur of the moment, even for a flower that we didn’t even know about.

If, on top of that, we could make that information pop up in front of the bee, with the bee barely even realizing it had triggered it, we would be revolutionizing the work lives of bees. We’d be on the cover of National Geographic.

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Good night, have a good day.

At least two nights a week I have to get back on the clock after the kids are in bed, for phone meetings with the India branch of the company I work for. Most meetings are in our evening hours, their morning. My own team meets at 10 pm Tuesdays (10:30 a.m. Wednesday, India time) and there are other meetings irregularly throughout the week. You get used to it. One of the odder things I’ve noticed is that people on our end will sign off by saying, “Good night. Have a good day.” The first part refers to our time zone, the second to theirs.

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Organizing your books by color

The more you think about it, the less crazy it sounds.

Read this to me

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St. James Sessions

Here are some magnificent tunes recorded live in the 1920s. Lynn Point made MP3 files of them so they can be downloaded.

My only quibble: Why they were transferred to cassette tape first, and then to MP3, I don’t know. Seems like there would be a noticeable quality cost there, even with good audio equipment. It’s not hard to go straight from vinyl to MP3. (I know because that’s most of what’s on my iPod.)

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Starr King website meeting


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Look away

I’ve always got an eye open for musical role models that Laura might like. She has pronounced likes and dislikes already, but she hasn’t heard all that much. (She digs Arlo Guthrie enormously, and she’s been liking the very impressive Abigail Washburn CD we got recently, to give you an idea of how her tastes run. Dislike: “bubblegum.” She knows it when she hears it.)

I’d been vaguely meaning to get her a copy of the Dixie Chicks‘ new CD, just to do my little part to piss off the war nuts who hate them so much. But it’s been looking like my help isn’t needed, since the CD is breaking sales records. So instead I picked up their penultimate one, Home, just because the cover art looked more inviting to me, and because it had a song by Tim O’Brien, a bluegrass guy I’ve been getting to like.

I suppose it is a measure of my yuppie snobbery that I’d always assumed the Dixie Chicks were another of those Monkee-like country-pop acts like Tim McGraw or Faith Hill. I take that back. They genuinely rock. They have a banjo player to make your hair stand up, and a fine fiddler too. One more prejudice blown away.

Laura
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When I’m 64

Garrison on Salon.com: “Twenty-four people packed into the dining room for my 64th birthday dinner and made a steady dull roar from the salad course right on through the cake and coffee, and I hardly got a word in edgewise. People kept inquiring if I was having fun, which is irritating. The answer is no. I don’t want to be 64. I want to be 43. But that’s life. Life is one disappointment after another. Jesus said the meek would inherit the earth, but so far all we’ve gotten is Minnesota and North Dakota.”

I am 43 now, and I can attest that it’s pretty good.

Ted
Funny

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Structured Procrastination

I have finally found a self-improvement, life-enhancement program I can get behind.

Uncategorized

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Lilly’s selected works

lilly05Did Rothko have MS Paint when he was a kid?

(Click picture for slideshow.)

Lilly

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Lilly at school

IMG_0006Lilly spent the last couple of weeks of the summer going to day camp at Starr King Elementary, getting ready to start Mandarin immersion kindergarten there. (Started now, and going well, thank you.) We had a couple of playground get-togethers to meet the other families in the program. It’s a nice mix of people from the neighborhood (still one of the more diverse parts of this ever-whitening town) and people from all over. Lilly quickly established herself as one the two fastest runners in the class. We’ll see what else she decides to excel at.

Lilly

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Word of the day

Disambiguate.

Got to be kidding. First person on my team to use this word gets 10 pushups.

Funny
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Santa Cruz

589383-R1-044-20ACatching up on some of the summer activities: In the middle of August, on an impulse, we grabbed the last empty spot at the Henry Cowell campground up in the hills above Santa Cruz. We spent the weekend there hiking and goofing off, and then descended on the beach boardwalk on Monday for some intensive gut-wrenching. My cast-iron stomach has corroded badly in my old age, but I was able to keep up with Laura almost ride-for-ride.

On the way to the boardwalk, we stopped for a stroll on the UC Santa Cruz campus, which turns out to be just downhill from the campground. We saw a young deer browsing with its mom in the beautiful outdoor ampitheater there. I’m hoping this will have helped dispose the girls favorably toward going to school there, when the time comes.

Laura
Lilly
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