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Photo: Red Haberdashers Rock.

So in order to celebrate my super great Red Haberdasher, I picked up a set of vanity plates. My car now has the Massachusetts license plate “RED HAT”. Yes, I know, I’m very very vain. But I love it really.

In other news, I had my first oil change today (yes, I went for fully synthetic high performance oil) – nearly 5K miles driven since the end of June when I got my car. I’m not late according to the Miata clubs, but I’m going to try to keep it closer to 3K than 5K. I decided to work all night to celebrate

Jon.

So I was extremely pleased to see the US Consumer Product Safety Commission taking action to recall millions more children’s toys from US store shelves, for reasons that aren’t entirely obvious.

The US media just loves to blame “China” whenever some kind of product safety scare happens. After all, news in this country isn’t about “news”, it’s about creating and fueling hysteria. And such actions come in spite of the many similar issues around the world – it’s just that, right now, it’s the “in thing” to criticize China for everything and anything that goes wrong. But beyond the US media hysteria, there lies some truth – the truth is that consumers only really care about the cheapest, lowest quality product at the lowest price. Most people, when buying in the store, aren’t going to think about the labor standards involved.

I don’t blame China as a whole, but I am hopeful that such events will teach the corporate world about the effects of always going for the cheapest possible option. By making it more expensive to choose Chinese manufacturing (due to such product recalls), there exists greater incentivization to ensure that safety standards are met in the future. In turn, this helps to address the lack of balance between standards in the “west” and those being used elsewhere.

Sure, this latest action isn’t also likely to also lead to fair wages and employment standards for Chinese labor – that will only come in time – but it is a very positive step nonetheless. I won’t speak out against “outsourcing”, or producing overseas in a free market (consumers are free to decide not to buy foreign goods, if they care) but I do think it’s essential that there exist some kind of global minimum standards that we hold ourselves to – bounding the lower limit of how cheap we can possibly be while simultaneously ensuring some level of quality. If we eventually add in some level of employment minimum standard, then these global manufacturers can compete on a much fairer basis, and consumer safety prevails.

Jon.

Photo: Jon Masters

So we felt like a little team building exercise between a few of us in the office, and headed out to the Concord River this afternoon, to put this into practice.

I had never Kayaked before, but that made me all the more keen to push myself harder today. We kayaked a few miles, past the Old North Bridge (from “the British are coming” site of the first shots of The Revolution), and I enjoyed a little historical geekout with my colleagues. Man, do I love US history or what? After that, we had some food at the Old Colonial Inn.

Jon.

Photo: A surfer, at Nantasket Beach.

So as usual, I headed down to Nantasket Beach at the crack of dawn this morning, in order to watch the sunrise and have my morning constitutional. I was earlier than usual, and got to meet more of the local surfing community.

It turns out that 5am is a good time to be at the beach. There’s nobody else there, and the waves look pretty enticing – enough that I’m now going to find a short board I can transport in my car and head down for some surfing before work, at least a few times before the summer is over. I enjoy taking a stroll along the beach, but the idea of jumping in the water and riding some waves before work is *really* appealing, especially on days like today, when it’s just going to rain.

One of the guys who was surfing took a break, and we had a chat about the conditions at Nantasket. He’s from Long Island and works in some kind of corporate events type of job – the kind of thing where you can just totally understand a need to surf before work. He had a short board, which inspired me, since it does seem to be almost practical now (I need to have something I can fit inside the car, which caps the length quite considerably). I was worried I’d end up just getting a wake board or a “Zap” board for space reasons.

While I’m rambling. Yesterday afternoon, I was in my current favorite coffee shop (Espresso Royale, on Comm. Ave.), taking a break from working on my laptop to grab yet another cup of coffee, standing in line. I hear a voice a behind me saying words like “modules”, “ELF”, and “kernel”. So I started listening some more. It turned out that the guy behind me was having a problem with module loading on Linux…so I turned and mentioned I was the module-init-tools maintainer, and we got talking.

The guy turns out to be another British expat, who moved here a long time ago, and is a faculty member in the CS dept. at BU. Fantastic. I’ve been trying to build bridges with those guys. So we talked about random stuff, had an amusing conversation, and then the topic turned to cars. He just bought a Mazda Miata MX5. This is where co-incidences start to get interesting – not quite the same colo[u]r, but also a GT, and so we had a great chance to BS about how much we both love our MX5s.

Jon.

Photo: Jon Masters, at Nauset Beach.

So today, I needed to get out of town and drive aimlessly for a long time, anywhere. I headed out to the Cape, to Nauset Beach, and investigated surfing in between pining quietly to myself on the sand.

I had originally planned to go to Whitecrest beach this weekend, but as it turned out, I wasn’t able to leave the apartment until later today, so I decided to head somewhere more predictable – somewhere people have heard of and that is actually on the map (and known to my GPS). Nauset beach has reasonable surf, generally, so it seemed to suffice.

Arriving late in the afternoon (not that I cared particularly, I went more for the need to go drive 300 miles of aimless roundtrip on an afternoon than caring when I got there, or where I went), the surf conditions were pretty crappy, and I was struck with two minor complications – the surf rental shop, which is in town (and nowhere within walking distance of the beach) closes early, and buying a board proved to be a $300-$500 affair. If I had bought a board, getting it home would have been interesting…my car has no capability to haul a large surf board. I love that car, but it’s completely impractical

I eventually decided that, I at least know where to go and how to get a board for another weekend, and they also offer lessons (I could do with improvement). Buying a full size board isn’t practical unless I can guarantee the weather so much so that I risk having the top down all day, board on the passenger seat – which would have worked today, but generally, you can’t guarantee New England weather on that level. I will instead get some rentals, and buy myself a small board that I can fit (somewhere, and somehow) into the car, without ripping the seats. The wetsuit remained a drysuit.

Since surfing didn’t work out quite as planned, I instead lay on the beach for a couple of hours, staring at the sky (in between writing in the sand), and continuing my ongoing theme of ponderance – on the topic of “why”. At one point, one of those aerial advertising banners flew over. It reminded me of a time when I called an aerial advertising company about flying a banner, with a special message, for a special someone, who’s no longer around. It’s funny how almost anything is enough to set off a train of memories.

Jon.

Photo: Jon Masters, at the beach.

So I happened to wake up soon after 4am (not too unusual these days) and headed out to the beach around 5am this morning, for a quiet stroll. I can get down to Nantasket in around 45 minutes now, depending upon traffic – though of course, getting back into town on I-93 is fun if you leave after around 8am, which is another reason to go early.

I lay there for a while, watching the sunrise, ocean sounds in the distance. Very peaceful. Reminded me of lying on a beach in Ventura. I think I need to do this way more often. While I was on the beach, I chatted with a local surfing dude, who recommended that I head to Whitecrest this weekend. I’m thinking that’s a good idea – it almost meets the qualification I’m looking for. Not quite the middle of nowhere, but it’ll likely do for this weekend.

Jon.

P.S. No photos today. Due to what appears to be a bug in the Mac OS X driver for a crappy external card reader I happened to be using, all of the photos were automatically trashed when I inserted the card (the first FAT was corrupted, which was then obviously replaced with the backup, and fsck.msdos was subsequently unable to correct it…great).

So, I was moping around the apartment feeling a little crappy earlier when a few friends asked if I felt like joining them for dinner and a show, which as it turns out, I actually did. I also discovered that I now live around the corner from an old friend (congrats to her and her bf on their new appointments, and I hope they enjoy living in Cambridge), which makes for yet another British expat I know living around these parts.

I drove over to Grasshopper – a vegetarian restaurant over in Allston-Brighton – and ate a bunch of good food, without really violating my crazy diet, and then headed to the Coolidge Corner Theatre ahead of the rest of the group (Chris, Mad, Mako, etc.) – who swung by Sunset en route. Good thing I got there early too, as there were exactly seven tickets left for Dr. Bronner’s, and so I wound up buying all of them. It was a tiny theatre, but the show was fantastic – really an interesting documentary indeed.

Having seen this movie, I’m more inclined to purchase this soap, and go to Trader Joes in order to do it. I’m also highly interested in purchasing an electric piano, something I’ve been putting off, because I would really enjoy being able to practice and compliment my violin self-tuition.

Jon.