Tag Archives: Burris

About As Real As Jesus On The Mule

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DSL Day
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10:30 AM 4/29/99, Sue Hedrick wrote:
Think this is real?

About as real as Jesus on the mule. Tim called this morning to thank us for yesterday's invitation, but he was out and didn't get back until late. Said he will no doubt see us this weekend as he's on tap to help Peter out the door. Saturday, he said. Looking forward to renovating the room for Mother. If the new furniture, both tiers of it, will be ready for pickup by Saturday, which is May 1, then I will go ahead and rent something. The phoneline at the Bladensburg U-Haul outlet has been busy for the past fifteen minutes, but we can get a small truck for $19.95 for half a day or something like that, certainly worth it.

Toad went dead, but it's back up again. Maria finally got here at 9:50, suffering sinus & weakness after a day on the Chesapeake yesterday. Trying to keep up with the BS Hedricks I suppose. Charming. Well, no xDSL today. Toad turned to Covad who is now turning to Bell. There's a short in some connection somewhere. We seem good here. Software is configured and Toad is on top of things. Hopefully sometime tomorrow we'll have 1.1 mps service but I ain't counting chickens. Just got this from Glenn Dagliesh:

My plan is if you want to keep that ISDN as backup I can talk with you about the different possiblities. If not once the Covad circuit is live we will just move the .190 address to the flowpoints, ethernet and all should work seamlessly.

There is an open ticket for the Bell-Covad issue and I expect to hear from them shortly.

Date: Wednesday, May 05, 1999 11:24 AM

Chris Titus is loafing as usual, but he's here in bits & pieces. He found a nest of rats, killed one baby underneath those gangly bushes. We're taking them down to chest level, after he whacked the rose bush before I pointed out my wish to keep it up. He says it may take 3 years or more for the bushes to come back. Hope we have the patience to wait that long, but meanwhile, we've got a front yard! A real front yard. Full of dirt right now but ready for something fancy. I'm glad we've opened it up although we will probably miss the bushy greens in the short term.

Please seek out Erika Fischer sometime before she leaves today in case I am out when she calls and she doesn't think to email me the results of her budget-finding tryst with Dave Stirpe this afternoon.

Still nothing from GSI. Love my baby though.

Date: Friday, May 07, 1999 11:24 AM

Hey Glenn. Back online? Seems to be. Thanks. Talked to the office. Know we are still waiting on the Bell-Covad meeting called in my honor.

Whoa. Apple.com just zoomed into my browser. Toad's in, slower, but in. I talked to Dan yesterday. Told him I was concerned about the last IP address in my present string of 16 since the ISDN router is, and always has been at .190 and I am not completely clear how that effects my BIG PICTURE. You later said that you had to use the .190 in some upline, meaning towards Toad, slot in the config scheme on the xDSL line. So my question is: once the current xDSL snafu is cleared and the line supposedly goes "live" and is checked as "live" what does that do to my ISDN line? Snuff it? Cause problems with the xDSL on my end since I have each box on my LAN configured to route out through the .190 IP address? When my .190 is lost to your upstream xDSL config, but the actual FlowPOINT box sits at .184 isn't that the address I need to config in my LAN setups before I can surf & serve the new line? If it is, that of course is no problem, but I just need to know when is the best time to execute the change.

Got the official Toad Notice. That was cool, wet, and comforting, a nichewerk! Keep it up guys. I'm trying to hang. I really am, but it's been a long frustrating nine months trying to run my servers fulltime.

Since I am now up again, I presume, short of another snip or two in the TELCO world, that yadda yadda software glitch that caused the rather extended outage at the Toadpoint in early part of this week, I am back to normal, actually better than normal with the ISDN, well, uh, BECAUSE YOU SAY IT IS SO.

Salute,

Gabriel Thy
Graphic Solutions Ink Systems

Bulldozer

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Gabriel the Bulldozer
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Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999, PBurris wrote:

I UTTERLY neglected my social graces and took off for my friend Lena's this week without mentioning to either one of you where I was going, or even that I was going. I apologize. Tim mentioned that you had asked him if he knew where I was...This was rude and accidental, not malicious and deceitful. ps, be home later this evening after class. phb

Date: Thu Mar 25, 1999, Gabriel writes:

I don't know what exactly crashed. Windows? Netscape? The cursor hung up. First time on a PC anything could happen if I let my fingers do the walkin' and the velvet rubble the talkin'. But seriously I hit the reset button only to realize in a second or two the overkill I had probably enacted. At one point there was a password issue, but I did not wish to stumble through several layers of an environment I know nothing about on someone else's machine, at this late date.

Your penchant for avoiding us the past 18 months has me pinched. Skip Henderson has now done the same thing. On three separate occasions he boasted he had a useless NT box just sitting there, wherever, nearby doing nothing, and he would exchange it to me for services rendered. As soon as I ask for it, like a charm, the box is unavailable for whatever reasons. I will go out this afternoon or tonight and buy a frippin' PC, and stop this BS of depending on people with mouthpieces which don't seem to respond to what comes out of them.

For weeks, nah, for months, nah, for a year now I have been trying to expand our relationship to something more than a passing freighter in the night. But let's face it. You ain't interested. Your proven track record galloping about as a fleet tested phantom around us while playing up the social butterfly role everywhere but here betrays any other ambitions you spout in this area. I no longer believe your words are as important as your compulsion in saying them. You seem to have every five minutes of your 24-7 planned down to a nub. Zero percent of that time includes us, except to pass by in a rush or a dead state of tired. That's a very shallow approach to take with me Peter, and time has about run out on your excuses. Your time is certainly your own business. You OWE us nothing in that regard. And the GSI buffoonery isn't your problem. But you can stop with that tired old song and dance of friendship. I am no longer interested in hearing it.

Meanwhile, we've got some serious talking to do.

On Fri, 26 Mar 1999, Peter Burris wrote:

A very gracious missive, which resonates strongly with my own lasting goodwill towards you and Sue. This has been the best living circumstance of my adult, perhaps all, my life, and I have both of you to thank for this. Without seeming to rehash the conflicts which came to the fore last night, I suppose it's my delight with the consideration, the efforts, and the freedom, and generosity you have extended me that I was oblivious to the strain my aloofness created. For that and the rudeness manifest in my behavior, I sincerely apologize. For the opportunity to learn, to share dreams, and discuss the music, books, and words that we have, I thank you.

I also want to thank you for your offer to ease the moving process. While I don't know what in particular I could ask along these lines, I am heartened to know that we will not be treading tentatively in a battlezone, but cooperating in the coda to a chapter that has benefitted me greatly, even as, sadly, it has harvested you fewer delights.
—Peter

Peter, I'm sorry things turned out the way they have, that my tone last night was pitched and angry, but please be assured that I will in no way lodge any lasting anger or resentment against you on any matter whatsoever. I certainly did not intend to belittle, mock, or besmudge your integrity or person. So let me repeat that I have the greatest respect for you despite what you may feel to the contrary at the moment.

While I believe I touched on most of the details of this rather simple matrix of issues presently defining me, I don't think I emphasized the most important detail.

The primary issue at stake is that I have had to look realistically at what I am chewing off in the way of conflicting ambitions. Building a bonafide business with an appropriate growth rate doesn't seem within my grasp anymore. I am much too neurotic to play the requisite guessing game, and as a result I am forced to scale back and refocus to reassert my center. I can no longer fool myself into thinking others will be there for me when I call on them. We are indeed two forces of a selfish and self-pitying generation.

I regret that we failed to accomplish many of the shared dreams we had articulated to you. But recently I have felt like I was riding a crashwave. Saying no to Bob meant saying no to you. But my anxiety in disappointing myself and the others involved amplified for your benefit last night the petty but accumulative grudges I had been building up as a result of MY OWN TAKE on matters. I do not plea objectivity or any moral high ground on the issues I brought up. You need to realize however that you are not the only one in this house who suffered through a maternal hellfire, and my psychology is as warped in general terms as your own might be. You claim to despise confrontation as do I, but we do seem to handle this fear and trepidation a bit differently.

My point here is not to rehash old news, but to emphasize that if there is anything we can do to help you resettle, we will do what we can to oblige you. If you wish to discuss anything, please feel free to approach.

Well, here you are, so I will close this.

Gabriel the Bulldozer

First Glimpse At Weideman & Singleton Engineering

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Topographic Survey with electronic distance meter
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Date: Fri Mar 20 11:29:10 1998

Attached is a local DC web competitor's pricing schedule, Peter, cheap in some areas, high in others, but that's how the game is played. Learned this when working for Weideman & Singleton Engineering in Atlanta, 1789 Peachtree St., NW, established in 1905, oh how the memory works; I still can't remember where you work, or any of my more recent addresses in the field—when tabulating multimillion dollar construction bids.

Each company decided for itself where to stick high values and low values in different areas of the bid, say, low in rock excavation and high in manhole depth footage, or the reverse, and perhaps, low per foot rates in clay pipe laid but high in gravel bedding for that same pipe. Depending on the unexpected conditions of the job, a company could go bankrupt (in three and a half years at W&S I witnessed a few who did, who suddenly were bounced to sub-contractor status rather than rootin' tooting' general contractors in the big scheme of things, having lost their bond rating) if they put no money in rock excavation, say, in digging out the pipeline over the course of the 10 mile job they suddenly hit an underground vein of previously unsuspected rock, the same for gravel bedding for the pipe in other circumstances. If rainy season roared in requiring much gravel or swampland required much more gravel to be poured into the trench for longer lengths than expected, a company could get rich or lose its shirt depending on how it had structured its bid, which had been accepted out of all the competing bids on a bottomline low bid, but structured individually, a la carte so to speak, based on that company honcho's intuitions after walking the job and reading the specs as presented by our firm who represented the county and city municipalities which were upgrading their sewerage or water pipeline system.

Just thought I'd take a shot here at describing some wonderful business experiences I've never forgotten from my early days when still in my late but married teens.

In the case of GSIS prices, the high-low game is still in place. We offer compatible set-up rates, lowball monthly server fees, and higher training fees. Evens out.

GT

Spirits Of The Calendar

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Family Quaff
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Date: Wed Dec 31 14:00:26 1997
From: Tim Shipman

I hope you clear your sniffles out soon. Regarding Darrell, I suggested he try and swing by on you on Monday since he said he was going to be in town. We all know how dependable he can be.

As for New Year's resolutions, I agree that different personal habits of drastic change from previously, will absolutely be necessary, and yes I would be interested in picking-up dollars, so we will most definitely talk about it in the near future. As for festivities eve, I do believe I will remain at home, and act as bastion and beacon for those who might find themselves at my door. I will of course, be flushing my system w/plenty of beer and high volume tunes—this is an invite of sorts. I'm leaving the office now, so any response you send won't be retrieved before Friday.

A Happy New Year's bliss to you and your kindred, Timothy Ess. Heard you were a couple of quarts low on the energy scale, and would miss Peter's all time favorite home band, SHINE, tonight. Yeah, me too. Laying low and mean this evening of parties anon, slayed with the sniffles and queasies and buttblisters to boot. Heard you hung with the Willis, yeah, the prototype for all our broken dreams, a few nights among the recent past. Supposedly the notorious tape in question (Sue's and my first wedding anniversary tape 9-13-85 at the Sylvan) is back in circulation, tapped away at the Norman Vandersluys but he's never at home, and well, I'm sick, and life is a gas. Also heard you made another bold resolution to cut back the supplies in an attempt to stow some money away. I've probably got a couple of hundred I could put in your pocket if you want to do some data entry for me. We should talk it over sometime soon. I've got a library to digitize...

Cutting back supplies is not going to be an easy task to master unless you fill the gaps of old behavior with new projects, new routines, new psychomechanical associations. But of course you KNOW all this already...

Best spirits of the calendar,

GT

Red-Eye Gravy For An Old Rump Roast As Chuck Berry Takes A Polite Bow

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Chuck Berry Takes A Bow
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Originally published on September 19, 1997

Thanks for all the little notes you've wafted down along the Greater Southeast Peripatetic Olfactory Canal lately. Read them devotedly, bookmarked accordingly, grinned when our own thoughts have been replicated in the "real" press, et cetera. Been busy finishing off the A&F site. Now I move into the promotion and maintenance phase. A six-month contract. This Always & Forever contract should prove to be a keeper. Sue's going out to Hector's farm today to load AOL on his Performa out there, and also to begin formulating his farm site by gathering up horse pics.

Newsburst. Peter Burris is moving into the Dollhouse basement next weekend for a season or two, the Sunday following my 42th birthday. Yes, happy and all that. We'll be hosting a few in a quiet gathering after work on Friday. Blumstein celebrates his last day at Columbia Research on the same night. He hasn't responded to my E-mail inviting him and Allie over, but I reckon he might have other celebrationary options up his sleeve. We still haven't tossed the balls since that night of the pokerfaced airconditioning mishap a month ago.

We plan to throw a lot of cash and sweat at the basement as you've already been made aware. Timing is gonna be tight to get all the damned ducks in a row, but everybody involved is psyched to making it work. So Peter might be camping out for a few days or a week until we cut the ribbon. This has all been rather sudden. A year ago I would have never dreamed that PHB would welcome or even be welcomed into this house on any sort of long-term and, uh, familiar basis.

Time does tend to change our perspectives for better AND worse, n'est pas? Karen may have landed us a huge trucking company account, but it won't kick in until late October as the owner puts the finishing touches on a multimillion dollar startup company. It's not in the basket yet, but is almost a sure thing, as he's an ex-and-wouldbe-current beau. She's really excited about her new role as GSIS sales rep. So are we. And best of all, she's no mirror mashed maniac like the rest of us. She's a levelheaded bubbly sort, who just has too many potential contacts to not exploit. So we've all stepped up to the plate looking for that fat pitch down the middle.

By the way, Karen gave Pitch a major bitching over that condescending kissoff note he wrote me, from her own volition. She told Sue about it later. Pitch had CC'd the note to her. Apparently she read it the same way I did. Sue's often characterized Karen as not being too awfully smart. I haven't been around her that much, but she continues to impress me with her downhome country wisdom. She's nobody's fool. She loves Sue, and is always cratcheting Hector about undervaluing Sue. And her mother loves me, in Karen's words. Now isn't that just gravy for an old roast like me. We have suddenly found ourselves bright-eyed and bushy-butted, primed for the feast.

And just think, not too long ago . . .

GT

Today In History

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If It Matters At All
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Originally published on September 19, 1997

Thanks for all the little notes you've wafted down this way lately. Read them, bookmarked accordingly, grinned when our own thoughts have been replicated in the "real" press, et cetera. Been busy finishing off the A&F site. Now I move into the promotion and maintenance phase. A six-month contract. I expect that the Always & Forever site will pay a few dividends. At least, there's yurnover, therefore uopdates, although I'm throwing in two hours of updates a month in the $55/month contract. Sue's going out to Hector's farm today to load AOL on his Performa out there, and also to begin formulating his farm site by gathering up horse pics.

News. Peter Burris is moving into the Dollhouse basement next weekend for a season or two, the Sunday following my 42th birthday. Yes, happy and all that. We'll be hosting a few a quiet gathering after work on Friday. Blumstein celebrates his last day at Columbia Research on the same night. He hasn't responded to my E-mail inviting him and Allie over, but I reckon he might have other celebrationary options up his sleeve. We still haven't talked since that night of the pokerfaced airconditioning mishap a month ago.

We plan to throw a lot of cash and sweat at the basement as you've already been made aware. Timing is gonna be tight to get all the damned ducks in a row, but everybody involved is psyched to making it work, and so Peter might be camping out for a few days or a week until we cut the ribbon. This has all been rather sudden. A year ago I would have never dreamed that PHB would welcome or be welcomed in this house on this sort of long-term familiar basis.

Time does tend to change our perspectives for better AND worse, n'est pas? Karen may have landed us a huge trucking company account, but it won't kick in until late October as the owner puts the finishing touches on a multimillion dollar startup company. It's not in the basket yet, but is almost a sure thing, as he's an ex-and-wouldbe-current beau. She's really excited about her new role as GSIS sales rep. So are we. And best of all, she's no mirror mashed maniac like the rest of us. She's a levelheaded bubbly sort, who just has too many potential contacts to not exploit. So we've all stepped up to the plate looking for that fat pitch down the middle.

By the way, Karen gave Pitch a major bitching over that condescending kissoff note he wrote me, from her own volition. She told Sue about it later. Pitch had CC'd the note to her. Apparently she read it the same way I did. Sue's often characterized Karen as not being too awfully smart. I haven't been around her that much, but she continues to impress me with her downhome country wisdom. She's nobody's fool. She loves Sue, and is always cratcheting Hector about undervaluing Sue. And her mother loves me, in Karen's words. Now isn't that just gravy for an old roast like me. We have suddenly found ourselves bright-eyed and bushy-butted, primed for history, the feast.

And just think, not too long ago . . .

GT