Five years later, we are by many accounts a country divided. But what ties us together, I hope, is stronger than that which tears us apart. May we never forget a day of terrible infamy; may we never lose sight of a day of collective triumph.
Apparently, I am now an “Engineer.” I found out when perusing Microvision’s latest phone directory. Whereas before I was a “Software Test Intern” and my counterparts have generally been under the title of “Intern-Software,” I have discovered that I am now a “Software Test Engineer Intern.”
Yay me.
How to move Vim’s swapfile and backup to another directory.
How to disable the honking huge toolbar.
I was recently asked just what “fixing the car” entailed during the last trip. Well, it actually had nothing to do with the ladder incident. It turns out that my roomate’s car has a bit of an overheating problem. Thus:
After the overheating
We got some wires
Found the fan connector
Stripped the wires (My Leatherman Rocks!)
Cut the headlamp case…
To allow a wire to snake in
Plugged the wires in to the fan
And taped down all the wires
So, whenever we turned the headlamps on, the fan turned on too. The result? Much less overheating. A proper radiator cap picked up at an auto parts store helped futher.
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After getting back from Michigan/Ohio, I think I’ve been bit by the travel bug… Now I’m in Central Oregon, having just been to Crater Lake. I’m headed to the Redwood forests tomorrow morning, and then up the coastal highway Monday.
Its been an… “exciting” trip so far. I’m traveling with my roommate, and his car — a Dodge Intreppid — has already overheated a couple of times while driving up to Crater Lake. The problem is an apparently undersized cooling system and the failure of his cooling fans. So we took a couple of hours and we ended up hooking the fan up to the headlight circuit — it definitely seems to be helping. Then I took over driving, and almost immediately I ended up running over an aluminum ladder in the middle of I-5 at 60 mph. No joke. Luckily, we seem to have escaped with no major damage. About ten miles down the road, a doe and her two fawns were crossing an I-5 exit ramp. I barely avoided hitting the last of the fawns with an all-out stop.
We took these three occurrences together to be a sign that we should hole up in a hotel immediately, rather than press our luck and try to make it to Crescent City.
