Thursday, August 23, 2007
Chiemingo Family Visit
Amy's folks came down on Sunday to visit and see the new addition. We had a good time, ate some stuffed NJ tomatoes and just sort of hung out. A couple of pictures follow.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The Other Delivery
So while I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to shove a needle into Amy's spine and numb the pain, I checked my phone messages. Lo and behold Briley Manufacturing had called to say the shotgun barrel and sub gauge insert tubes were being shipped from Texas.
So we had another delivery on Monday.
Shown here are Great Grandfather's refinished Remington 1900 and the two anodized aluminum insert tubes from Briley.
The tubes help reinforce the hundred year old barrels and make the gun safe to shoot. They also take the gauge down from a 12 ga shell (green) to a 20 ga (yellow). 20 ga is the minimum required to put down really nasty perps like lawyers.
Installing the tubes is easy, you grab a rubber hammer and tap them into place. Here they are nearly completely installed and it's a tight fit. I really can't wait to get Dad and Jeff together and go break some clays.
So we had another delivery on Monday.
Shown here are Great Grandfather's refinished Remington 1900 and the two anodized aluminum insert tubes from Briley.
The tubes help reinforce the hundred year old barrels and make the gun safe to shoot. They also take the gauge down from a 12 ga shell (green) to a 20 ga (yellow). 20 ga is the minimum required to put down really nasty perps like lawyers.
Installing the tubes is easy, you grab a rubber hammer and tap them into place. Here they are nearly completely installed and it's a tight fit. I really can't wait to get Dad and Jeff together and go break some clays.
More Eleanor Photos
We've updated the gallery a bit to include pictures from the recent visits of my parents and Christin. Here's a quick sampling. 
A Guest Post - A Musing on "Cuteness"
My name is Harrison Hart and I'd like to take a moment of your time to discuss a topic near and dear to my heart - cuteness. "Dada" is napping right now, poor guy was up all night once again caring for the new arrival. He left me with a video I've seen perhaps two score times and I do believe I finally tire of being instructed by sock puppets on how the typical day goes on the farm. "Moo-moo, oink-oink," I get it. And I really didn't need to know where eggs come from.
Anyway, Dada foolishly left his email up and logged on and I've been perusing some of the responses to his announcement email. "Adorable... So cute... Doesn't look like Dada." I must say I've about had it with these pronouncements. What do you know of cuteness? Let me instruct you as I am, humbly, a true student of the concept.
Cuteness is more than a big head and the proper ratio of eye:nose size. Sure Eleanor has a big head, that's been discussed here already, and her eyes are both large and nicely almond shaped, but these are just the superficial aspects of cuteness. Where's the clever retort using just a syllable or two?
"Would you like to watch a video on where eggs come from?"
"No."
"Ahh, it's so cute when you don't understand what I'm asking you."
I'm sorry, that was really more irony I guess but you get the idea. Eleanor doesn't do anything. She just sits there. If you step on her face, she barely even cries. That's not cute, that's odd.
Uh oh, the big one stirs. I will try to elaborate in future posts but for now I must say "buh-bye."
Anyway, Dada foolishly left his email up and logged on and I've been perusing some of the responses to his announcement email. "Adorable... So cute... Doesn't look like Dada." I must say I've about had it with these pronouncements. What do you know of cuteness? Let me instruct you as I am, humbly, a true student of the concept.
Cuteness is more than a big head and the proper ratio of eye:nose size. Sure Eleanor has a big head, that's been discussed here already, and her eyes are both large and nicely almond shaped, but these are just the superficial aspects of cuteness. Where's the clever retort using just a syllable or two?
"Would you like to watch a video on where eggs come from?"
"No."
"Ahh, it's so cute when you don't understand what I'm asking you."
I'm sorry, that was really more irony I guess but you get the idea. Eleanor doesn't do anything. She just sits there. If you step on her face, she barely even cries. That's not cute, that's odd.
Uh oh, the big one stirs. I will try to elaborate in future posts but for now I must say "buh-bye."
Thursday, August 9, 2007
I will have a more detailed timeline of events in future posts but for now let me announce the arrival of Eleanor Jang Hart at 9:02pm on August 8th, 2007. She weighed in at 7lbs 15.5oz and a length of 20 7/8in. Both Mom and Baby are doing well.
So I will leave you with some pictures. Feel free to try to determine who she looks like. A slightly more expansive gallery can be found here.
Today, after some rest, she calmed down a bit and took on a more serene mood.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Poles in the Right Half Plane
So Harry got his first sore throat this week. We will be returning to this tidbit of information later but first, a joke.
A flight is arriving in Prague one day when the pilot comes over the intercom and tells the passengers that they can get a wonderful view of the city if they look out the starboard side of the aircraft.
The plane promptly crashes.
Why?
The Poles were in the right half plane.
The above is an example of Control Theory Humor. I do not recommend it since it is invariably associated with lots of complex math. For instance, to "get" that "joke," you would need to read through the entire Wikipedia entry here and then maybe here pertaining to polar plots, imaginary numbers, transfer functions, and whatnot. Not worth it I say.
However, having said that, taking a course on Control Theory does make you look at the world a little differently. Let us return to the case of Harry's sore throat. Harry's throat is what would be referred to as the "plant." Harry's brain is the controller. So what happened with Harry's feedback loop?
Input to Plant- Irritation to Throat
Output from Plant - Pain
Input to Controller (Harry's Brain) - Pain
Output Command from Controller - Cry
Input to Plant - Increased Irritation to Throat
Output from Plant - Increased Pain
Input to Controller (Harry's Brain) - Increased Pain
Output Command from Controller - Cry Louder
.
.
.
Input to Plant - Increased Irritation to Throat
Output from Plant - Pain like you wouldn't believe
Input to Controller (Harry's Brain) - Pain like you wouldn't believe
Output Command from Controller - Scream Head Off, Writhe, Climb to Top of Crib, Fall Due to Gravitational Forces
Input to Plant - Irritation to Throat Gone, Pain to Noggin'
Output... You get the idea.
A long way of saying it was a long night.
UPDATE: Bonus points if you realize the joke is pretty silly. After all, only one Pole would need to be in the right half plane for the whole system to be unstable. Are we to believe only tourists are sold tickets for the seats in the right half of the plane while native Poles are stuck with the leftie seats? One Eastern European equivalent of Rosa Parks and they'd all be doomed.
UPDATE 2: Where did they bury the survivors?
A flight is arriving in Prague one day when the pilot comes over the intercom and tells the passengers that they can get a wonderful view of the city if they look out the starboard side of the aircraft.
The plane promptly crashes.
Why?
The Poles were in the right half plane.
The above is an example of Control Theory Humor. I do not recommend it since it is invariably associated with lots of complex math. For instance, to "get" that "joke," you would need to read through the entire Wikipedia entry here and then maybe here pertaining to polar plots, imaginary numbers, transfer functions, and whatnot. Not worth it I say.
However, having said that, taking a course on Control Theory does make you look at the world a little differently. Let us return to the case of Harry's sore throat. Harry's throat is what would be referred to as the "plant." Harry's brain is the controller. So what happened with Harry's feedback loop?
Input to Plant- Irritation to Throat
Output from Plant - Pain
Input to Controller (Harry's Brain) - Pain
Output Command from Controller - Cry
Input to Plant - Increased Irritation to Throat
Output from Plant - Increased Pain
Input to Controller (Harry's Brain) - Increased Pain
Output Command from Controller - Cry Louder
.
.
.
Input to Plant - Increased Irritation to Throat
Output from Plant - Pain like you wouldn't believe
Input to Controller (Harry's Brain) - Pain like you wouldn't believe
Output Command from Controller - Scream Head Off, Writhe, Climb to Top of Crib, Fall Due to Gravitational Forces
Input to Plant - Irritation to Throat Gone, Pain to Noggin'
Output... You get the idea.
A long way of saying it was a long night.
UPDATE: Bonus points if you realize the joke is pretty silly. After all, only one Pole would need to be in the right half plane for the whole system to be unstable. Are we to believe only tourists are sold tickets for the seats in the right half of the plane while native Poles are stuck with the leftie seats? One Eastern European equivalent of Rosa Parks and they'd all be doomed.
UPDATE 2: Where did they bury the survivors?
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