Archive for October, 2006

Faster Does Mean Better.

Tuesday, October 24th, 2006

Just upgraded my DSL to 6.0 Mbps/608 Kbps for the low-low price of $34.99.  Being a smidgen over 6,000 feet from the CO should mean I get damn close to the advertised speed.  Yay me. ;-)

Chef Jimmy Tackles Chana Masala

Tuesday, October 24th, 2006

Management and I recently discovered a little food purveyor tucked away in a strip mall in one of the more barren sections of East Windsor simply named Asia Grocers. Specializing in Indian foods they carry a wide array of spices, beans, rices, dry goods, condiments, and vegetables that you would be hard pressed to track down in your average regional (read: gringo) supermarket. Needless to say, the two times we have been there to shop we have looked like wide-eyed and stupefied white-folk, shuffling up and down the aisles exclaiming in wonder the quantity of dried tamarind available or the freshness and incredibly low cost of the cilantro (three huge bunches for $1!), all the while fondly clutching jars of mango and lime pickles, and onion chutney.

Chana Masala SpicesOne of my favorite finds, however, had to be these ready to roll spice mixes, especially since my slackassedness has been reaching new heights these kinds of products are perfect for keeping me on top of my game. The bonus is that they are not some sort of sodium laden meal in a box, just a melange of spices to help cut costs and preparation time. The downside is that the recipe on the back of the box is in metric and is woefully inaccurate and scaled to feed lilliputians (Hello? Since when did 7oz of chickpeas feed a family of four?). So with my calculator in hand I set about converting measurements and per my usual self modified the recipe heavily.

Chana Masala
Looks like hell, tastes like heaven.

Chana Masala, Chef Jimmy Style

Ingredients

  • 35 oz canned chickpeas with liquid
  • 1/2 large eggplant cubed
  • 1 large onion roughly chopped
  • 1 large red bell pepper diced
  • 1 large cubanelle pepper diced, seeds and veins included
  • 28 oz whole peeled tomatoes with liquid
  • 1 large handful of fresh cilantro
  • 3 rounded tablespoons of chana masala spices
  • 4 tablespoons of olive oil

Preparation

  • Heat olive oil in an 8 quart pan to near smoking
  • Add onions, peppers, eggplant, and cilantro cooking until onion is translucent
  • Stir in chickpeas with their liquid and mixing until well incorporated
  • Stir in tomatoes and liquid and mixing until well incorporated
  • When the mixture comes to a slow boil reduce heat to medium and stir in the chana masala spices
  • Cook on a slow boil for 40 minutes stirring occasionally then reduce to medium-low and cook for another hour or until the liquid has been reduced by at least half
  • Serve over gingered rice

Stupid simple and tasty.

eWeek asks “Is the Botnet Battle Already Lost?”

Saturday, October 21st, 2006

You might but I never get tired of this rant…

In a slightly sensational article, Ryan Naraine tackles the issue of botnets with regards to the what, how, and why and while he takes the approach that ISPs need to tackle the issue head on the real reason botnets are an issue is tucked away in his closing paragraphs.

…the large percentage of computer users running Windows versions without up-to-date patches, creates an environment that’s ripe for abuse.

B-I-N-G-O, Ryan. That is the problem, not the ISPs and not the security firms. The fact that the most popular OS is easy to exploit finds itself coupled with the average user who knows little to nothing about basic security practices is a recipe for disaster. the onus falls on the shoulders of Microsoft for these problems, for allowing its OSes to run as root, and worse for allowing its partners to write software that requires the user to run as root is a grievous transgression.

In all honesty, I cannot fully expect that my mother-in-law with limited computing experience can fully understand more than the basic computer safety practices, it is akin to expecting me to understand all of the physics and engineering involved in flying every time I travel. As I rely on the pilots and mechanics to ensure my safety as much as she relies on her software providers to ensure that she sold a safe product. She has enough presence of mind not to click on “security alert” pop ups and she knows the importance of staying patched and keeping anti-virus up-to-date, all of which goes a long way in securing the PC, but she does not how to troubleshoot spyware and malware issues and any amount of time spent online running as root will ensure that you will encounter infections of some sort. If you think otherwise you are either a liar or deluded.

So what is the average user to do? Not much until the market shifts towards OSes built with security first and ease of use second or until the government steps in and requires that Microsoft adhere to good security practices much like they require other manufactures not to sell a dangerous product. Like cars, imagine if they had recalls on OSes? Class action suits? However, it is unlikely as there is no real tangible cost to the user beyond frustration with a sluggish computer but that irritation bleeds away as they grow used to it. “This is just how my computer runs,” is the oft heard excuse and the average user does not know any better. No matter how you might explain to them why they should choose a different OS purchases are made with dollars in mind and with what they are most familiar with so the weakest OS will win for today and I’m going to continue advocating that people use a different system each and everytime they ask me.

Staring down the barrel of eight weeks…

Friday, October 20th, 2006

At the moment we are climbing the hill and we can see the end of this journey pretty clearly, especially after making her last six appointments with the doctors before her delivery date. At once, I find myself anxious, excited, sad, elated and terrified. I am saddest about losing our partnership, not that it evaporates but that our marriage is transcending a binary relationship, something that I have opined about in the past but as that day comes closer it feels all the more raw.

Honestly, it feels like I am about to lose my wife. A selfish response, maybe, but a real one. It has been her and I for nearly ten years and there have not been very many days when I have not been with her. So few I can count them on both hands with fingers to spare. When Gabriella comes that part of my life is irrevocably gone and our lives, as it should, will be about her and our new family. The slow walk to that day though is leaving me sleepless and prone to moments of self-absorbed drama like this one.

In this time I find myself less articulate or possibly more unmotivated to express myself. The laptop stays off after work, walks with the dog have become longer, and I sit watching my wife for long periods of time when she is preoccupied. At this rate by December I should be communicating only with feigned hand signals, walking the dog for a minimum of sixteen hours with the remainder of the time spent perched on the foot of the bed like a gargoyle looming over her sleeping body.

Well, before I break down completely I really should paint the baby’s room and assemble the crib. It’s the responsible thing to do.

Not it!

Wednesday, October 18th, 2006

Mass. elementary school bans tag, “Celeste D’Elia, said her son feels safer because of the rule. “I’ve witnessed enough near collisions,” she said.”  Looks like Massachusetts is living up to their name Masshole.

Bridging To Winter

Tuesday, October 17th, 2006

There is something to days when cold rain knifes through the air, stabbing at leaves falling heavily to the ground that makes me want to shuffle no farther than the kitchen to fix a cup of strong coffee, lit a fire, and curl up in my chair with a book. Instead I’m basking under fluorescent lights trying to shake the chill that is settling into my bones wondering how and when I can start gnawing at the stockpile of vacation time I am sitting on before it starts to evaporate.

Odd enough, this is one of my favorite times of the year: cold and rainy October days. These are the best days for debating whether or not a show is necessary and if it is taking a long time to linger, letting the bathroom go opaque for all the steam. It is a fine time to work your way through the works of Coltrane, Mingus, Davis, Dolphy, and Tyner; taking care not to talk, just listen.  To curl up tight into a cat-like ball with a cheap paperback, binding creased, and read until you forget that you aren’t one of the characters on those well-thumbed pages.

It is a short bridge to walk into Winter but one worth enjoying the moment no matter how brief.