Sunday, December 2, 2018
So I have Roughly 80% of my photos imported into Adobe. This is been a pretty big task. But a fun one when you consider I have to review photos from 10 years. I've been across the country several times and lived in the few states. Had a lot of experiences. As my photos start to take shape again I will start posting stuff from cross country.
Friday, November 16, 2018
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Beautiful is better than ugly.
Explicit is better than implicit.
Simple is better than complex.
Complex is better than complicated.
Flat is better than nested.
Sparse is better than dense.
Special cases aren't special enough to break the rules.
Although practicality beats purity.
Errors should never pass silently.
Unless explicitly silenced.
In the face of ambiguity, refuse the temptation to guess.
There should be one-- and preferably only one --obvious way to do it.
Although that way may not be obvious at first unless you're Dutch.
Now is better than never.
Although never is often better than *right* now.
If the implementation is hard to explain, it's a bad idea.
If the implementation is easy to explain, it may be a good idea.
Namespaces are one honking great idea -- let's do more of those!
Monday, November 12, 2018
This is the meeting log on the west branch.
Sunday, November 11, 2018
The fire chased people from their home abandoning all they owned and loved, with the morning bringing tragic discoveries. The days slowly drag by as the fire pushes relentlessly northeast towards forest dear to me and my family. Reports that put the death toll at 25 poor souls greeted me this morning on the news and social media sites. More tragic tails of those overwhelmed in seconds. Most were never aware of the fire before it was over the top of them. Calfire and the NFS are throwing all they have at this fire, but weather and humidity are not favoring us quite yet. We are 3 days into the fire and it continues to advance toward Oroville.
Friday, November 9, 2018
It is my family hometown. The place of origin of 6 generations of my family and the resting place of most of them. The town is, or was Paradise California. Populations 26,560, located below Bucks Lake and Butte Meadows just east of Chico.
The town history is available on Wikipedia, but my ancestors arrived about 1868. My great grandfather was a lawman and judge in the county and my great uncles were gifted engineers who build a lot of the states early infrastructure.
Paradise was my family's place to come home to. When William Pierce Leonard named the town in 1864 after a long dusty ride from Sacramento saying "boys, this is paradise". The name stuck and this was my family's piece of heaven.
My earliest memory's in life were of fishing the West Branch and camping near Resins Crossing with my cousin Jon off the "P" Line above Stirling City. My great grandmothers house was across from the frosty freeze off the Skyway near Lucky John Road. (Named I believe by my Great Uncle John Stanley, a brilliant engineer.)
Paradise was our playground. My cousins and I ran the town like a pack of wolves on our bikes. But now its gone. Swept over by a hell spawned by Satan himself. The tales of sorrow and despair recorded on the electronic billboards of Facebook and Instagram are heart wrenching. As I heard the panicked voice of my cousin Tula as she threw all she had into her Jeep and sped off down the road without her beloved pot belly pic who ran away in a panic hearing the mighty train of the fire bearing down on them. Leaving that pet infers the panic she was in. Run for you life!
Getting news is hard right now. We now know there has been loss of life and expect there will be more harrowing tails to come. We pray for all involved that they may be lifted up by Gods mercy and hear the call to lend a hand to the thousand of people affected so far.
More to come ….