January 29, 2005

On the recap

I’ve had a run of bad luck. My Grandmother died two Sundays ago, and I had to break the news to my mom. Tuesday morning, I woke up with a horrible fever, and would spend the next 5 days shivering, sweating, and drinking entirely too much water. Wednesday I started coughing. I still haven’t stopped. I also went to work for a half day Wednesday morning, then came home, packed, spent a half hour wrestling in the single digit weather to get my frozen ski rack off the top of my car to save it a trip, and drove to Michigan. Thursday was the funeral. It was an open casket. I hate open caskets. I did all I could to try to help my mother, which is regretably little. I stuck to comforting her until they played Amazing Grace, which falls directly under an open casket on the list of things that won’t be at my funeral.

I was a pallbearer. After the funeral I wanted to go home, partly to escape the depression, partly to make it back in time to go on the ski trip I had planned. It didn’t feel right, and with the fever, I felt less up to leaving as the day dragged on. Friday I had breakfast with some relatives, after which I went with my cousin to see her new house, but couldn’t because the cops were there tethering her boyfriend. Then I drove back. Somewhere in the 3 trips to and from Michigan I’ve made in the last 3 weeks, my driver’s side windshield wiper stopped working right, my windshield washer fluid stopped working at all, and my driver’s side door got subtly bent enough to cause a gap in the door seal, which lets in air and makes noise, and causes the window to get stuck up, and not want to go back up when its down.

This past Tuesday my headlights stopped working. Its the switch not the bulbs. I can’t drive at night, but that hasn’t stopped me from staying up way too late the last few nights, thanks mostly to late phone calls. Not that I don’t love my late phone calls, especially those about a giant mutant killer mullet taking revenge on the mob… but I’m digressing. Today my attempts to catch up on my sleep were interrupted by my landlord, who had come for our rent. About two hours, and one impromptu guitar concert later, he left. He’s a nice guy, but man does he need a friend. I know where he’s coming from. I’ve never appreciated my ability in Ann Arbor to, on any given weekend, walk to a plethora of bustling house parties with people I know all around. I definitely miss it.

On the positive side, I got paid, thrice. Google cut me a check on Tuesday (for the ads), Intel with two on Friday (one for payroll, another for relocation). Its also beginning to look like the project that I’ll be working, which currently lacks a go-ahead from up high, may soon at least produce some real coding for me.

Its a good thing time is flying, I need a change of scenery. And I can take or leave it if I please…

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January 22, 2005

In Memorandum Eleanor Jean Baumstark

Rest In Peace.

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January 16, 2005

Ugh - Updated

My grandmother on my mom’s side died today. She was my last living grandparent. I broke the news to my mother, not one of the easiest things I’ve done. I’ll be going back to Michigan sometime soon Wednesday for the funeral on Thursday. It looks like I’ll be driving, as airfare is excessively expensive. Its going to be a long week…

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January 14, 2005

Hotel Tell

My new goal in life is to make enough money to be able to hire The Sea and Cake to follow me around providing the background music of my life.

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January 12, 2005

Working Life

Practially internal...

I’m alive. I made it. I live in Marlborough, Massachusetts and I work for Intel. I’ve almost been here a week, and the whole situation still positively exudes surrealism.

On the way to work:

  • 2 miles of back roads
  • 1 stop sign
  • 1 stop light
  • 10 speed bumps
  • almost as far in the parking lot as on the roads
  • security

Marlborough is a sleepy residential town of about 36,000. Sadly its more reminiscent of South Haven than Ann Arbor, only without the beach and the people I know. Boston is about 30 minutes east, and there are a few interns at Intel that live there, which is a start…

That brings me to my job. I work at Intel Hudson, along with about 2,300 intelligent souls in a massive complex that houses two office buildings and a fab (where chips are manufactured). I’m one of about 30 interns there, many of which started this month as I did. I work in the MTV (Microprocessor Tools and Validation) group, and more specifically with what they call tools. I’m the only intern I know of doing such. I share a cubicle on the 3rd floor with an intern from Nigeria, and my computer. The computer has two gigantic IBM monitors, 2 gigs of ram, a 2.2 ghz processor, and a keyboard/mouse tray on a stalk that can be positioned anywhere around me. It runs Linux, but we can also use a remote Windows terminal. I’ve learned a lot in 3 days, and while I don’t really know what I’ll be doing (which is probably good, as its all confidential anyways), I know its all very very complex, very very acronym laden, and initially at least, quite confusing. I have a mentor and he does a lot to alleviate this, but its still a lot to absorb. There are classes and training going on all the time, and I already went to one session of a computer architecture course. The one I went to was all review from a class I had last semester, but they plan on covering more in a span of a mere week or two than we did all semester. Fast paced? It seems to be the norm. The “instructor” did wax metaphoric about trying to drink from a firehose, so perhaps all is not lost. Much more follows…

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January 05, 2005


Pulled a nice 39 hour stint a couple days ago and managed to get my schedule somewhere close to normal. I’ve done little beyond packing for the last few days. Everything goes. Everything I own in the house I’ve spent the last 17 odd years in gets boxed and stored. My hometown will likely never be my hometown again.

I can only take with me what I can fit in my 2 door Cavalier. Come tomorrow morning, its just me, my overloaded car, and 877.29 miles of snowy roads. As of yesterday, theres no internet connection at my apartment in Massachusetts, so I’ll be out of contact for awhile. Wish my luck.

Intel here I come.

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January 03, 2005

Mmmmm Coffee

I just got done spending 4 hours in a 24 hour truck stop quaffing coffee with Brandy and Pat, followed by a short trip to McDonalds for a greasy disgusting supersized breakfast bonanza. I can’t stop twitching. My blood is coffee. Coffee is my blood. Caffeine. I don’t plan on sleeping anytime soon. Good times. More to come.

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