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November Desktop Calendar

Hibernation checklist:
honey + pots
nail file
dried berries
espresso for spring

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Smörgåsbord

Thanks to Mama’s steadfast keeping of her Swedish traditions, this is almost exactly what our table looks like every year, all the way down to the candlestick holders.

From a little piece in Volvo Magazine.

Halloween

"Misery" by Suzanne Helller, 1964

Eye to the Future

says Herbert P. Heath, manager, Western Electric's Omaha plant . "We are pleased with our decision...and with Omaha. We are also highly pleased with the capable and conscientious type of worker we find here in Omaha." The favorable balance of plant location factors, which made Omaha attractive to Western Electric, may fit your expansion plans equally well. The Omaha Industrial Foundation suggests it may prove worthwhile to include Omaha in your investigations.

from an advertisement for the Omaha Industrial Foundation in the July 1959 issue of Fortune.

Celebrities

Alec Coldwin

Keep the Dream Alive

Gaela informs me that utopia is not far off:

MIT team experimentally demonstrates wireless power transfer, potentially useful for powering laptops, cell phones without cords.

... for laptop-sized coils, power levels more than sufficient to run a laptop can be transferred over room-sized distances nearly omni-directionally and efficiently, irrespective of the geometry of the surrounding space, even when environmental objects completely obstruct the line-of-sight between the two coils. Fisher points out: “As long as the laptop is in a room equipped with a source of such wireless power, it would charge automatically, without having to be plugged in. In fact, it would not even need a battery to operate inside of such a room.” In the long run, this could reduce our society's dependence on batteries, which are currently heavy and expensive.

As for what the future holds, Soljacic adds, “Once, when my son was about three years old, we visited his grandparents’ house. They had a 20-year-old phone and my son picked up the handset, asking, ‘Dad, why is this phone attached with a cord to the wall?’ That is the mindset of a child growing up in a wireless world. My best response was, ‘It is strange and awkward, isn’t it? Hopefully, we will be getting rid of some more wires, and also batteries, soon.’”

Rocky Mountain High Life

I'm working wirelessly outdoors by the famous Sun Valley skating rink, adjacent to the 1936 lodge. A lovely young lady from Mozambique brings me G&Ts on the hour. (It is the resort’s tradition to hire workers from around the globe — their nametag indicates their home country.)

The sounds of a competent jazz trio emanate from the bar. Glasses and tableware tinkle from Gretchen’s, the restaurant that shares this terrace. Marilee and Izzy each served tables there many years ago. I guess their nametags read: “The Nation of Utah”.

I think I'll have a Bailey's now ... hey, there’s Nancy Kerrigan. She’s wandering the grounds with her family — her child and parents, I think. Maybe she's in the ice show tonight. Perhaps I’ll stick around, and with any luck they won’t kick me out and I can watch the spectacular — complete with retired athletes, cheesy arena rock, and spangled fluorescent skating attire — from here.

This may be my twentieth year in Sun Valley. It has been a yearly family tradition since Ma and Pa discovered the perfect summers here shortly after I was born. We stay in the Villagers, a condominium development built in the early ’70s. Streams and trails weave through the modern wood frame 4-plexes, each small enough to remain quaint. The tiny town of Sun Valley, with its human-sized Alpine architecture, is adorable. Though the resort is nestled within the towering, magestic Sawtooth mountains, a 1-speed touring bike is all you need to visit the swimming pools, swan ponds, shops, and cafés. But the Sun Valley Lodge is the original landmark of the resort.

This year’s entourage (three families, seven kids) all left earlier today. My flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow. So I’ve planted myself here at the Lodge, engorging myself of its facilities that I was too shy to use before. Sure, we’ve bowled in the vintage basement alley and swam in the lovely, warm, circular pool; but tonight, as I sip drinks, suck bytes, and gaze at the skaters, I feel like a genuine Lodge guest. A film star or famous musician. Thanks, aviators.

The manager, an older white-mustached gentleman in a fine suit, just sauntered by my table and asked if I was getting a sufficient wi-fi signal. Yes, my good man, yes I am.

Flight of the Conchords

You who know me know that there is very little media that will make me laugh out loud. Home Movies, The Daily Show, Python, anything Gervais. That’s about it — barring some one-offs like “The Thick of It”. Today you can add another act to that list: Jemaine Clement and Bret McKenzie. Praise to Jesse for the recommendation.

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