When I moved to the desert in 1997, I kept the job I had with a company in the SF bay area. I was the only engineer working from from home. They'd call me with a speakerphone when we had group meetings.
I had a largely self-contained project and most of the discussion in meetings didn't apply to me. I'd put my phone on mute and wash dishes or something. Or if was tired, I'd lie down. That ran the risk of falling asleep and not responding when someone asked me a question. I remember drifting in and out and having the conversation in the meeting merge with dream imagery. That was kinda fun but it seemed more dangerous than falling completely asleep, as there was a chance I'd have a scary dream and blurt out something inappropriate.
I've read about inordinate delays in mail delivery at some post offices around the USA this year but I was only seeing occasional small delays if any—until yesterday, when I got two postcards in the mail. One was an appointment reminder my dentist sent a couple weeks ago (it arrived the day after the appointment) and the other was a return receipt from a letter I'd sent by certified mail back in July.
I filed my federal income tax return in March this year and didn't get a refund until August. In previous years it never took more than about a month.
Label on an actual product carton. Inadvertent error or deliberate parody? Found here.
Fires continue to burn with a vengeance. I take what solace I can in that however grim the air is here today (and grim it is), it is not as bad as in some other spots.
Seen at Language Log
although I had to go try it for myself.
So. A Russian 'tourist' is charged with trying to induce a Tesla employee to inject malware into the company's network in exchange for money.
Tesla CEO Elon Musk thanked all involved in apprehending the alleged culprit and tweeted, "This was a serious attack."
From the tail end of an Ars Technica article on the affair:
The plot and its cast of characters—replete with villains, heroes and whatever Musk is—make for an interesting backstory and possibly a dramatic TV reenactment.villains, heroes, and whatever Musk is : as perfect a phrase as I've read all week.
Shorter weather forecast for Lone Pine:
I hope you like 100°F.
Over the 23 years I've lived here, typical summer highs at my house were in the low 90s. I'm used to seeing some 100+ temperatures but not on as many days as we've had this year.
The air is smoky from fires around the state.
Our county's cumulative death toll from Covid‑19 increased elevenfold over the last month, i.e. from one death to eleven.
For some reason YouTube closed captions has trouble with Welsh toponyms.
not a motor vehicle, so not afoul of California law about cell phone use while driving.
The door between my garage and workshop wasn't hung correctly. If you left it partway open, gravity would open it farther. The hinges made scrunching noises, a sign that they didn't line up. I made adjustments years ago and improved things somewhat but couldn't get it to hold still partway open.
A couple days ago I noticed that the door was staying open partway. I think the earthquake in June fixed it.
A door in a neighbor's house used to rub against its jamb. Since the earthquake it doesn't rub anymore.
Horizon, sky, and silhouette of my house.
Some Republicans are jockeying for position in a post-Trump era. Dishonest revision of the history of how we got to this point has begun. Steve at No More Mister Nice Blog did a fine job yesterday of laying bare Peggy Noonan's attempt to hide from her past.