So the two-tier master-slave system remains:
Saturday, May 16, 2026
Study Hall
So the two-tier master-slave system remains:
Tuesday, May 12, 2026
Music Millennium
Today I was taking a trip down memory lane, down a kind of rabbit hole in my own interior, memories of working in the AFSC Portland office, in many capacities over the years.
At the same time, I was sharing these reveries with a Friend, via text, and that gave me a stash of autobiographical screen shots to reuse later, why not?
Before getting this far down Burnside, first on the 75 to Joan of Arc (a gilded statue in a traffic circle on Chavez), connecting to a 19 going west on SE Glisan, then south to Burnside on foot.
My original intention was to take pictures of what used to be the AFSC office, a big old house around SE 23rd and Burnside, but my camera had run out of battery (no backup from the other Lumix).
So I did a selfie instead (the panorama side of my camera has a fuzzy lens, although it reads QR codes — I carry a camera for photographs, an old habit).
Backing up to the start of my trip: before boarding the 75, I shot some contemporary views of the Linus Pauling House, with Adorn (body art) to the west, and the wedding dress shop to the west of that. Said wedding shop was a photocopier repair shop in an earlier chapter. Terry’s kingdom had dominion over all three properties back then, and the parking lot behind.
Yes, this is the famous LPH on Hawthorne, where Linus learned chemistry as a kid, and no,I’m not one of his biographers, more the storyteller specializing in Cascadian lore, Silicon Forest more narrowly.
Doug Strain later helped ISEPP (an institute, nonprofit) rescue said LPH from neglect.
Today, it’s still in good shape.
Doug was a founder of Electro-Scientific Instruments (ESI), former owner of our Quaker Meetinghouse. We owe a lot to Doug’s cohort, the creators of such companies as Tektronix and Mentor Graphics, and many others I’m avoiding listing, for reasons of spatial economy.
Directly across from LPH is Third Eye (shown above), a vintage head shop from the early days of psychedelica, meaning glassware and T-shirts, black light posters, not controlled substances (the state would control those later).
It has sporting a new look these days. I’ve learned something about its reopening but not a lot. I’m not super well-informed about local goings-on, unlike Glenn Stockton, who we jokingly considered a “Mayor of Asylum District” if only because he paid so much attention to what was going on. He had a lotta fans.
Yes, Asylum District. If you new to these blogs you may well not know the history behind Hawthorne Boulevard, formerly Asylum Avenue, Dr. Hawthorne being in charge of this 1800s area mental facility, which was in a bucolic setting pre urban development happening.
The asylum is long gone, but the resonance remains, and works well with the Keep Portland Weird energy.
Also, “asylum” as other connotations such as “save haven” or “sanctuary”. I’m thinking of Logan’s Run: “there is no sanctuary” (AI took everything too literally, right?).
That movie seems prescient in some ways, especially when it comes to WDC looking kind of out of it, politically. Great theme park though, tons of museums. Don’t skip it. I go there a lot, even lived there.
Speaking of the Mayor, I talked about Glenn Stockton this morning, on my Knowledge Engineering call. I had some diagrams prepared, showing Glenn (a Neolithic Math teacher) linking to Sumeria (a focus of his) while Milo Gardner links to Egypt.
Both Glenn and Milo worked for the NSA but in different chapters, both in cryptography.
I’ve only met Milo through emails and Instagram and like that (I think math-teach might have brought us together, a public archive for math teachers and other stakeholders).
Glenn was a neighbor and good friend. Glenn was super bright and once they realized how bright he was they sent him to language school to learn Vietnamese and then on to code cracking school (I forget where) and then to his post. He pops up in these blogs quite a lot.
After bouncing around in Fort Meade, he switched to a college track, with Antioch, a university without walls we some call em. I met him decades later, after he’d raised a family and moved to Portland.
Anyway, Music Millennium: I was hovering over gazillions of vinyl records (alphabetical within genre), letting my mind wander, and chose an album based on cover art but also track names. I’ll do that sometimes: buy on a whim (for whimsical reasons).
I was reminded of my time at 2 Dickinson Street at Princeton (Class of 1980), although this record long postdates that. One of our number (the guy) wanted to be the dog of another (a gal), figuratively natch, and even wore a collar to signify a serious interest.
Per AI (Gemini), regarding my vinyl record purchase and citing Wikipedia:
Modern Life Is War is a seminal American hardcore punk band known for raw emotion, gritty realism, and intense, poetic songwriting.
Sounds good. Looking forward to it. I know nothing much about this band. I haven’t even taken it out of the shrink wrap yet.
I also got two CDs: a Weird Al set (comedy covers); and a Paul Winter (New Age instrumental), plus some incense (sandalwood + frankincense & myrrh, 10 sticks of each). “New Age” is how things are filed, and doesn’t signify any contemporary trending of “New Age” as a meme. I see way more action around “Gen Z” when it comes to what’s making waves in the ethnosphere (one of many).
Although I’m being somewhat detailed here, I’m also bleeping over lots that happened, as my intention is not to have these journal entries become tedious recounts of a day’s miscellanea, or even important events.
A blog (if you wanna adopt my practice) is not a blow-by-blow so much as a “slice through”. Take a slant.
I’m more trying to wire up a switchboard to learning more history, among other subjects.
I aim to reward curious readers, as I think that sends the right message: curiosity is a positive, even for all the cats it’s maybe killed (poking fun at an idiom: “curiosity killed the cat” — perhaps used to deter the impulse to pay attention to inconvenient truths, and I’m not talking about “climate change” (which I believe is happening, and humans play a big role).
Saturday, May 09, 2026
Async vs Sync
Monday, May 04, 2026
Excitement in Sorting
Thursday, April 30, 2026
Remembering Jon Bunce
Thursday, April 23, 2026
Sunday, April 19, 2026
Circuit Riding Again
Monday, April 13, 2026
A Wanderer’s Way
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention, if not open with, the therapeutic value of wandering, which is my translation of what a flaneur was up to, observing Paris (say), as it underwent metamorphosis. Or as London underwent industrialization in the age of steam, and then electrification. Or as the Global Village experienced illumination, by means of spectral social media, beginning with radio.
Not that morphing per se is the only phenomenon worth marveling at, awesome though turnover undoubtedly is. Details matter.
In this case, details of my trip were as follows:
I began with a quick trip down memory lane (figuratively speaking) delving into the courtyard and parking lot area for Cedarhurst Apartments. I used to come here often, for years, as Glenn Stockton (Global Matrix) and Steve Holden (Open Bastion) used to have their respective corner apartments on different floors, each near a respective staircase. Open Bastion also had its own apartment offices for a spell.
I hadn’t planned to make the detour, but a principle of wandering is to keep it semi-unplanned. Have objectives but give yourself permission to change these objectives rather fluidly. Focus on each one as it arises. Some of them will likely be accomplished. Others will prove fleeting.
For example, I started out expecting to make a loop, which I did. Likewise, I started with a strong expectation I’d have lunch at that Hollywood sushi conveyor belt place on my return from St. John’s yet that’s not what happened. I changed my mind. Nor did I make it to St. John’s. Not this time, as it turned out (and that’s fine).
Right at the outset, the 75 passed me by, and just seconds before I’d’ve made it to the stop, but that was all unplanned as I wasn’t trying for a specific bus. I’d consulted no schedule.
So, having just missed a bus, I had some time before the next one. So I ventured into Glenn’s and Steve’s old place. I believe Paul is still there.
I left by that tunnel I used to frequent, while making a mental note to query about the Hawthorne Theater later, to get more clear on its Masonic past.
Here’s where I made another impromptu decision: with 8 or so minutes before the next 75 was to arrive, per the bus stop display, I chose to leave the stop and venture into Fred Meyer in search of gum or something, I didn’t even know what. I ended up with some nuts n stuff.
Half way back to the bus stop, I realize I was sans my binder. No, it wasn’t at the bus stop bench. I must’ve left it at Fred’s after our interesting conversation. Yep. Some running was involved in this segment, to both recover the binder and to not miss the 75.
Running is good for me, just not too much. Walking is also therapeutic.
I recommend exploring your environs as a pass time, an activity you’re more likely to have time for if facing old codger-hood, or likewise if enjoying being a teen and cultivating a skillset, such as navigating around town using a mix of public transportation and exercising one’s skills as a pedestrian.
You may mix in important errands, along with study (bus and train reading). You may reap rewards.
I boarded with the objective of visiting St. John’s, it’s own place north of Portland. But then why not explore NE Alberta instead. I got off at NE 42nd around NE Alberta and walked along it, due west, towards its business section. For a lotta blocks, it’s still residential along both sides.
Alberta starts getting busy around 30th and I enjoyed walking along it, imagining eating here and there, before boarding a 72, and skipping ahead to MLK but while making mental notes of places I’d like to return to, and photograph (I’m taking pictures the whole time).
Later, waiting for the 6 along MLK is when I noticed The Portland Observer seemed to have gone out of business. But as Gemini later clarified, it had not. That business had simply moved but left some old signage behind.
Again, upon boarding the 6 I had what proved a fleeting objective: to head to Goose Hollow, maybe catch the Max back to the sushi place in Hollywood.
But then it didn’t take long for me to realize that if riding the Max train were my objective, then I should get off at the Oregon Convention Center, saving a lot of time. A green line Max was just arriving.
I was back in Hollywood in short order, yet found myself deciding against grabbing sushi as the 75 stop was right there, next to the Trader Joe’s (which I imagined entering, but then did not). I was enjoying studying and drawing diagrams.
OK, that’s a lot of detail, and yet I’m skipping over many objectives (many around eating) that I entertained but then dropped. I think of this process as “being tickled by temptations” (possibilities) but then usually not getting sidetracked.
But then what’s the main track vs a side track? I keep deciding that, remaining open to cues, to intuitions..
That’s what I mean by “unplanned”. My friend Ray Simon from Jersey City days is an influence on my practice. His book: In Search of Happenstance. I’m not finding it, but I have his other one, on mischievous marketing.
The overall objective, to have an adventure, is pretty much a given.
To have an adventure and to study. The point of the binder was to do bus reading of Terry’s and DAF’s papers (an excellent combo) and to draw diagrams on blank white sheets already 3-hole-punched for that purpose.
I might have other journal entries focusing more on these more metaphysical cogitations — or not.
Saturday, April 11, 2026
Rear View Mirror
I was just updating a fellow Wanderer about my adventures diving into the W-Lambert function, too boring for words to a lotta people.
I admitted to fighting old battles.
What used to be uphill was my “everyone deserves a nerd cave” standard, as a responsibility of the education system.
“What system?” you may ask.
“Exactly” say I.
However, not having the means to get there doesn’t mean disagreeing on the ends. One Laptop Per Child (OLPC) is old news by this time, yet was a previous obsession of these blogs. Not that every kid has easy access to a laptop by now. We just know that’s a goal.
I’ll quote from my outbox for the rest of this blog post:
"Using Python as a Calculator" I believe is the title of Guido's early tutorial (Guido being Python's inventor, Dutch guy) and it may still be embedded in the documentation somewhere. Yeah, it's still there.















