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IMG_1976 Boundary Peak from US-6, Nevada/California.

I've been trying to keep up with LJ for the last few months. Very few people post anymore alas but kishenehn does and he's always posting lovely photos from the road and the mountains. I used to do that too.

I went to Las Vegas a few weeks ago, returning to Los Angeles via US-93, NV-375, US-6, and US-395. Read more...Collapse )
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201112111525 Sun, N'EX train, Chiba.

It's just been two weeks since I was last on this lovely little archipelago of the rising-sun, but that is completely unbelievable to me. I've checked the calendar three times now. Back then, I was completely done with being in Japan, but I've spent the last week completely missing it, and am now so happy to be back. Everything is familiar, I don't (constantly) feel like a big bumbling white idiot, and I think my brain has secretly attached some home'y sort of importance to the place. At least as much as it can find home'y a place where it can't understand a single fucking thing anyone says. (I've always said that I feel at home in Asia because I identify with it as a region where miscommunication is universal (and therefore massive social interaction practices have been invented to deal with miscommunication), and because I don't understand half of what people intend to tell me in English anyway. I often decorate this excuse with fanciful quips like "the less communication involves sentence structure and the more involves waving hands around, the more humanising it is", but that is hilarious and I fully intend for you to LOL when I say pretentious hippie shit like that. But seriously the removal of verbal language from communication, stripping things down to their basic declaratives, slowly-spoken nouns, and wild finger-pointing is one of my favourite parts of travel. The only thing more fun is being uppity about it on the Internet.)

It's probably strange that I keep saying Japanese, and especially Tokyoites, are so friendly, when, well, they're not, particularly. m_c_t visited here a few weeks ago and we travelled around a bit. He pointed out that for the most part I keep completely misusing the word 'friendly'. If you go up to someone in Tokyo (on the street, or even in a bar) and try to talk to them they are quite likely to be curt and sometimes even totally ignore you. I've never been one to talk to strangers either, so I rarely notice this. But generally if there is a reason to be having a conversation, it will be exceedingly pleasant, almost uncomfortably so. Obviously this is most true when they're getting paid to be, and since the service industry is absolutely huge in Japan, this is a lot of people. There is also, in the service industry, a sense of wanting to make everything happen as best as possible. Quite frequently I've had restauranteurs, JR conductors, airline staff, etc, go way the hell out of their way to make sure I had my question answered, understood the answer, and was capable of executing it. JR staff has on occasion even walked me all the way to my train, just to be sure. Personally I find all this pleasant helpfulness extremely infectious and I think while I was here for the long stretch that it started to warm my cold, dead heart just a little. (That was, of course, nothing a few days in China couldn't fix.)

I had a rough last night's sleep in Seoul. My hotel was in Myeongdong, which just seemed random (and cheap) when I booked it, but in retrospect: omg. If you've been to the dense part of Shinjuku, it's sort of like that, except louder, narrower streets, and even more crowded, with street vendors and people yelling and endless overlapping k-pop coming out of every store and into my window. Plus the bed sucked. So I was slow to get myself awake this morning, and somehow kept telling myself it was all going to work out fine, despite missing one intended AREX train after another. I finally got out of my room a bit after 0900, and quickly realized, slogging up and down steps in the metro stations (escalators being something only for the decadent Japanese, it seems), that I should have just walked from the hotel. Especially since the distance between the Seoul Station Line 4 platform and the Seoul Station Korail AREX platform was pretty much half the distance from the hotel anyway. I was of course very frantic about this, because I'm that way. (I am excessively respectful of train/airplane departure times and am constantly convinced that things Will Not Work Out Okay.)

I made it to the 0930 airport express train just in time, but panting a bit; the ticket-salesgirl appropriately recognizing that I was freaking out, and proactively called the elevators for me (Japanese levels of service!). And thus, two minutes wait, and 43 minutes later, I was somewhere vaguely near Incheon International Airport, exactly two hours before flight time (which I think just might be the latest I've ever been checking in for an international flight!). After discovering shortly after arriving in Seoul that Korean Japanese food is *amazing*, I stopped in for ramen at a Japanese place near my gate, only too late realizing that although it would probably taste good (it did), the logistics of ramen conflict with Korea in some bad ways. They insist on small spoons, round metal chopsticks, and apparently a cultural tradition of not lifting bowls off the table. In retrospect, I have no idea why they even serve ramen.

No time to visit the airport observation deck, but since photographing airplanes is apparently illegal in South Korea (out of some fear that North Koreans might learn how to fly?), it's probably okay that I didn't. The windows in the terminal are big and only lightly tinted, which would be lovely, except that they glazed the windows in a way that, yes, sigh, any photo is bound to turn out a wavy mess. So much for that.

UAL 890 starts in Seoul and ends at JFK, with only a transit stop in Narita, so it was mostly New Yorkers, and other people obviously from the east coast. In particular, there were The Contractors. For better and worse, I am extremely judgmental about everyone, especially while traveling, and perhaps my favourite group to be judgmental about are The Contractors. By which I mean, American government contractors, traveling to US military sites around the world. They're very easy to recognize because they don't fit the normal international business traveler stereotype (ie, well-dressed salespeople), and especially easy for me, because they tend to look *exactly like me*. Fat middle-aged white guys dressed like they just stepped down off a tractor. They travel in groups (little pockets of the Spokane-Tallahassee axis, wandering the world), eat giant slabs of meat, drink a lot of beer, and have no interest in the environment around them. Indeed my biggest fear is that I actually am one of these people.

My flight was full of them. Luckily the flight was not literally full, so I could be snooty by myself over in the corner. I got to do that longer than expected (yay!), since despite boarding early, our flight was delayed by an hour once we were on the plane. At some point, a very baffled captain came on the PA to announce that her seatbelt was broken, that United's maintenance provider at Incheon doesn't stock 777-200 captain's seatbelts, and that they were desperately trying to find someone at Korean Airlines who could sell them one of their spares (this was after they'd apparently already tried to use the one from the jumpseat, but of course it's completely the wrong part!). This seems to eventually worked, but I, being an operations nerd, wonder what would have happened if it hadn't. Would they have just cancelled the flight, over a seatbelt shoulder strap? (Probably.) I'm sure someone stocks them at Narita, it's a huge maintenance base. And heck they're probably *made* less than 1500 miles away, somewhere in China (you know, at the People's American Airplane Parts Factory that Boeing presumably outsources to). I was secretly hoping United would just buy us all tickets on Asiana instead, but considering they needed the equipment to finish the JFK flight, I'm guessing they would have put us up in an Incheon airport hotel instead.

Climb-out was over a very snowy Korean coast. There was a significant snowstorm in Seoul a few days earlier, but none of it stuck in the city, despite it being cold enough. I guess the heat-sync of the city kept it off the ground (the same thing works to Tokyo's advantage--take note, American cities! endless urban sprawl is the answer to your snow removal nightmares). Crossing into Japan, everything looked familiar. Nagasaki, Hakata, Hiroshima, Nagoya, all places I've been on the ground in the last month. The long empty space between Nagoya and Tokyo (with the exception of the little urbanisations around Hakone and Fiji-san) has always surprised me; significant green stretches with the only man-made thing visible being the ribbon of the Tōkaidō Main Line, made dashed by a hundred tunnels. The shinkansen was no match for our tailwind, coming in at an astounding 240km/hr, for a total ground speed of nearly 700 mi/hr, holy shit. Not often you get to do a 700 mile flight at 700 miles an hour. The flight was otherwise uneventful, and could have probably been done without a seatbelt.

201112111645 Sun, Akihabara, Tokyo.

And now, JR-magically, I'm at a Remm hotel overlooking the Yodobashi Akiba megastore, central radio town, Akihabara. (Remm is a Japanese hotel chain that is best likened to a half-priced ripoff of The W Hotels, with the W's elegance, modernness, awkward room layouts, and hallway lighting reminiscent of a creepy, fog-filled forest--all for, indeed, half the price.) I used to stay near here when I'd visit BitTorrent KK, back when such a thing existed, but I haven't stayed on this side of town since then (Shinjuku offers so much, at such a reasonable price, it's hard to justify staying anywhere else).

And of course, I'm reminded of my first time visiting BT KK and Akihabara and Tokyo and in fact Asia, back in 2007(...?), and being completely mystified by how streets work here. Everything disorienting, all the station exit names sounding the same, every bright loud building leading to an identical one on the next block. That was the first time I asked a random person on the street for help in Tokyo, and quickly learned that although we shared no language and neither of us had any idea where I was going, they were very eager to help. (This is probably why I don't ask people on the street for directions in Tokyo anymore.) Somehow I got there (by accident, if I remember correctly), very wet from the rain and deaf from the blaring unfamiliar j-pop, and was greeted by an excessively friendly hotel staff who I promptly had to apologize to.
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Twenty-four hours after arriving in Seoul and I am more than a little impressed. Indeed I am a bit baffled why I never thought to visit Korea before. I keep wanting to think things like "this is like a smaller Tokyo, twenty years ago", or "this is somewhere between Japan and China", but no, Korea is definitely something entirely unique. (Well okay it is in fact somewhere between Japan and China, obviously; and if I had to put it on that continuum it would certainly be closer to the Japan end.)

Yesterday's flight from SFO was one of the better long-hauls I've ever flown, which set things up nicely. Whatever part of Singapore's business model that lets them fly their planes a third-empty should really catch on with everyone else. (The Singapore A380 flight I was on in October was even more empty, though I assume that's from a bit too much slack in the LAX transpac market. I wonder how long it will be before everyone universally regrets buying A380s?) SQ arranges their 777-300ER's economy as 3-4-3, which gets you the most chances overall of a not-miserable seat (unlike, eg, the 2-5-2 economy in United's old 772 layout), but on a full flight does mean you have two people to scramble over to get up. Of course, with SQ's empty planes, this is solved by just asking at checkin to be moved to a row with no one next to you, so I had three seats to myself, starboard, over the wing, plenty of room to lay down and sleep and generally feel completely relaxed about the whole thing. (Most of my flight seemed to be families doing the epic SFO-ICN-SIN-BOM-* run, which I found completely miserable at the age of 29, I can't imagine doing it as a 5 year old.)

My flight parked at "Concourse A", which lacks anything but transit services. To get to passport control and baggage you take a little rubber-tired people mover (it's the Mitsubishi kind, but practically indistinguishable from the APMs that Bombardier/ADtranz have sold to seemingly every airport in the western world now). When I passed through ICN last March (on previously-mentioned SFO-ICN-SIN-BOM trip), I never left the building and had no idea we weren't in the real airport! It's all lovely, though, in that blandly-innovative glass-walled 21st-century airport sort of way (a style which I must admit, Beijing Capital Airport has really set a new bar for!). From customs it's a long, long walk to the other side of the building, following the signs for the "Airport Railroad" (which is old-timey terminology I find quite endearing!). By the time I figured out if I was in the right place, I'd just missed an AREX train and it put me on the next one, in a half-hour, giving me plenty of time to sit on the platform and study the maps and hilariously-over-prepared selection of emergency equipment (the vault of gas masks is particularly awesome). The trains themselves are fairly uninteresting and look a lot like the latest refresh of N'EX/JR Narita Express trains, with perhaps a less sleek color scheme. (By this point I was already pretty impressed with Seoul, but I also had to remember that Beijing also looks very nice while you're still at the airport…)

It's actually been quite a few years since I dropped into a country where I couldn't at least pronounce the basics of the script (China excluded--while I can't read any Chinese whatsoever (the limited kanji from Japan travel is unhelpful, since the pronunciations are far beyond just a dialect apart!), but I'm not exactly completely unfamiliar with Chinese). Other than seeing it around in Tokyo, San Francisco, and Los Angeles (particularly Los Angeles!), I hadn't thought much of hangul. I realized on arriving in Incheon that in my mind I'd been regarding it as, I dunno, a sort of decoration. I guess at some point I was probably just as blind to Japanese/Arabic/whatever too, but it's been a long time since they've seemed like complete noise, even if I still understand very little. I'd completely failed to take the language/script barrier seriously while planning this trip (as if I actually planned this trip, lulz), and hadn't even looked at an alphabet. So on the AREX train, I enabled the Korean hangul keyboard on my iPhone and started trying to copy things off advertisements and safety cards, building adorable little syllables. The system is really pretty cool and you should go look at it if you are interested in such things and haven't yet.

Thankfully I had done enough planning to verify my hotel's address with Google Street View, to know that the location on the hotels.com map was completely wrong. (Street View is easily the most valuable tool Google offers travelers!, especially for countries with addressing systems that are confusing (eg, Japan, Korea) or non-existent (eg, all of Latin America). Though the new phonetic (de-)transliteration support in Google Translate is an easy second most awesome feature.) The hotel is completely ridiculous, some sort of half-assed mod fantasy. There is a giant Warhol-esque Marilyn Monroe staring down from the wall at me as I write this.

It's in Itaewon, which is a neighborhood that can quite safely be called Americatown--it has the same combination of parody and banality that Chinatowns in the west have, except with Americans (and a few other random foreigners). The US Army's Yongsan garrison is right here (I can see it from my backyard!), so Americans looking to get drunk and eat burgers are not in short supply, and Itaeown is well equipped. But, even outside Itaewon, Seoul seems much more diverse than your average Asian city (even metro Tokyo).

Christmas and christmas trees are everywhere here, that's true all over the world (even China!), but the skylines in Korea have actual crosses sticking out of them!, which is very strange for me, to see centuries-old shrines in front of Presbyterian churches, buddhas and jesuses living together! And it's hard to walk down the street in Itaewon without someone telling you how much Jesus loves you (often you get a lollipop afterward, so it's still better than going to the dentist). If you're not in Itaewon for military reasons, it seems like you're probably here in support of a church, and both of these add up to an extremely improbable number of families walking around with Southern accents here. Very very strange.

In further misplanning, I'd not accounted for the weather in the newly-lightened pack I have this week. It never warmed up above around 1º today, which is really limiting my ability to be a walk-around tourist, and I fear I will leave feeling like this trip was a waste 'cause I'm a wimp. I'm here until Sunday morning (though I'm moving downtown tomorrow, since Marilyn-hotel was full for the weekend). I'll do my best to walk around some more tomorrow (I want to visit the Cheonggyecheon project at least), but I'm thinking I'll spend Saturday doing a high-speed rail daytrip down to Busan. Not only might it be warmer down there but it'd be nice to see where all those giant boats in California come from (and where baby LCD panels are made!).

Speaking of trains, Seoul has a fantastic metro, easily on par with Tokyo. (Seoul's bus network is amazingly extensive, and probably explains why the metro isn't super crowded like Tokyo's. Although Tokyo's bus system is also extensive and super crowded, heh.) Anyway, I'm not much of a souvenir collector, but I do usually take a few bits of train/metro junk with me. Maps and brochures, but most importantly: RFID payment cards. I have quite a stack of them from Japan alone (every JR Group member company has one!, as well as each local transit company). But Seoul's RFID 'card' is the most awesome I've bought: it's a mobile phone dongle thing, about a quarter of the width of a typical smartcard. Unlike most systems, you actually buy the device, not just a "deposit" with the operator, so they're open to a lot of personalization. Licensed T-money chips are apparently readily available and people are putting them in everything. This was the dream of all these systems all along, before they get clogged with government boringness.

Anyway, Sunday I'm flying to Narita, staying in Tokyo a few days for old times' sake, hang out at Narita a couple days to work and watch planes, and then it's back to SF again, via LAX. Continued frustration over moving around too often and not too doing more moving around :)
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I would really like to keep a daily diary of some sort of again, but this feels completely ridiculous. It wasn't particularly easy to keep up in my real LJ days, but now my brain truly has been rewired by twitter and facebook. At least the part that generates humorous quips and ostensibly-interesting thoughts suitable for Internet performance.

I've been back in the SF area for about five days now (though my perception of days through the jetlaggy haze and random sleep is questionable at best). The first night in SF, last Wednesday, was just after the Air China flight from Beijing, with a connection from LAX (with the power outage drama producing a surprisingly sub-hour delay!). I'd had an aisle seat on the their 747 but it was right near the emergency exit door and galley, so it was noisy and extremely drafty and cold, and the air was especially dry in general. At least, that's why I'm blaming the flight itself on the head cold that ensued, instead of any one of the, ahem, lovely fellow patrons in the cabin who were in no doubt perfect health. The three days and nights following I spent rolling around in a hotel bed in San Francisco trying to convince myself I was feeling better, despite feverish chills and an ear that had clearly never unblocked since Thursday morning.

At some level though, I really had no desire to return to China on Sunday, despite the obvious physical incapacity to do so anyway. I'd bought the PEK-LAX-SFO-LAX-PEK five-day round-trip two weeks prior mostly as a mileage run (a neurosis beyond the scope of this paragraph, by orders of magnitude), but also hoping to see friends and have a productive work meeting or two. Since instead I spent it doing nothing at all except tending to my stupid increasingly-fragile body (and being the crank who calls the cops on protesters outside his hotel), I was feeling the whole thing quite a waste anyway, especially to put up with the torture of another Air China 747.

So I simply cancelled my return Air China flight on Sunday. This was actually pretty liberating, the first time I'd ever called up an airline and basically saying: fuck you I'm going to walk up to a ticket counter of a better airline and fly them instead. They probably won't come through with that refund.

Generally I'm the "I am clearly too smart and well-bred to be racist" variety of white person, but seriously, Chinese culture is almost universally irritating. While I had visited Guangdong earlier this year and mostly enjoyed it (despite the police following us around on the metro), this was my first time actually sticking around and trying to communicate with Chinese other than trains (some of which are pretty interesting!). But I'd spent the previous six weeks in Japan, home to a culture that involves, if nothing else, being pathologically apologetic, not to mention taking the service industry ridiculously seriously. I'm quite sure visiting China from America would have been less culture shock than visiting China from Japan. So while I know, yes, I was in an aisle seat, you are a flight attendant, you really don't get to keep ramming your galley cart into me repeatedly. And when I ask for water while you're flirting with some pothead from San Diego, it's really not okay to point to the galley and tell me to get it myself.

But what seriously got me, in addition the head cold, which again I am doing my best to blame on Air China instead of any rational explanation like being run down and on a 747 with 300 humans teeming with microfauna from an to-me-unfamiliar cesspool, was that I couldn't know until a few days ahead of the flight that it was an 'Q' booking class, which means United will only give me 50% elite qualifying miles for. This is of course ridiculous and means I somehow completely failed at mileage running.

Obviously I am leaving out anger-inducing details about my short time in Beijing and Air China (eg the ridiculously awkward NRT-DLC-PEK flight) for some pathetic comic effect, but mostly because I'm getting tired of talking about it at this point. I'm already starting to sound overeager to justify what in the end are arbitrary decisions, so hey, maybe some other time. I will say simply that I was not in a mood to be open-minded about China, or their airline. I will go back next year, with an open mind and fewer expectations, and try to enjoy it. Right now, I still have work I need to check-in with frequently and actually keep things going, so while I am moving a lot, I wouldn't actually call it traveling. There is a certain baseline for places I can go, and it's largely those places where I know I won't spend 16 hours a day dealing with logistical and communication fiascos. (I am happy to do that while actually 'traveling'. Solving pointless self-created logistical problems *is* vacation for me!)

I've been in hanging out here at the Bayshore Hampton Inn for the last two nights. I'd already prepaid the reservation on Saturday night, in anticipation of an early flight to LAX to catch the Air China flight. And since San Francisco can't seem to afford nice things like trains that run at reasonable hours on weekends, it was easier to just stay down here next to the airport. Plus I love airport hotels. (I in fact had really wanted to stay at the Marriott with the rooms that overlook SFO RWY 28L/R, but somehow it keeps getting more expensive, and it's now up to 270$/night(!). For a hotel next to loud, angry jets all night long. When did sleeping next to airplanes become so expensively fashionable? Seriously, that's more expensive than a four-star hotel in downtown SF.)

Of course there is nothing to do down here except sleep, work, eat expensive food from the grubhub trough, and take pointless photos of airplanes that I'll never get around to posting. You can see why I like airport hotels. But somehow this hotel is also expensive tomorrow so I had hotwire find me a place in downtown SF, which it is occasionally clever at doing. We'll see how the Le Meridien is tomorrow. My flight on Tuesday is in the early afternoon, so no worries about taking BART. Right. So I'm flying to Incheon tomorrow.

After canceling the Air China return legs, I went to singaporeair.com and dug up the cheapest flight to Asia, about 700USD for full-fare one-way SFO-ICN, and since they're up-front about booking class, I know this mileage run *will actually work*. I've flown way more miles with Singapore this year than I have with United, and been extremely pleased with them. Their pricing is more transparent than any airline I've used, their website actually works (no hidden taxes!), their full-fare tickets are reasonably priced, and if you run into trouble, the staff at their field offices are real humans with real smiles and pretty much always actually fix things. (The biggest thing they've wronged me on is crediting my LAX-NRT flight in October to the wrong FF program account, but they've fairly successfully convinced me that was my fault. But convincing your customer that something impossible to fix was actually their own fault is also a sign of good customer service!)

Why return to Asia at all? Well, mostly because I like Asia and I'll take another week there any time, but mostly because I want the miles for Star Alliance Gold status (dooooouchebag) and because I already have a flight on the 16th for Tokyo to Los Angeles. I suppose I could cancel that flight, but. I've never been to Seoul before, so I'm looking forward to that. I'm told it's a lot like Tokyo and man if there's another Tokyo in the world I gotta go. (What should I do?)

This leaves me in Seoul but my flight leaves from Narita, and lo, when I went looking for that flight was I surprised. Guess what the cheapest Star Alliance carrier for ICN-NRT is? *United* will actually sell you this route, right on united.com, as connecting service for their LAX flight, for a suspiciously precise price of 300.00USD. Business models for North American airlines generally don't include seeking out Fifth Freedom routes these days so I'm always pretty surprised when I find them. And hey, I won't have to worry about United not crediting me miles.

I'm also going to spend a few days in Japan again before the 16th, because I love that Narita airport hotel so much, but I also miss apologizing to everyone I meet.
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Cheap sunset pano from my room at hotel nikko.

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Leaving for a couple weeks in southeast Asia in the morning.
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Heading to the trash.
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Well-worn cards heading to the trash―got the new ones today. Here's to
another year of traveling the world :)
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Hello from Paine Field!

Dreamliners everywhere. All five are parked together. The big white
blob on the left is the 747LCF Dreamlifter. Smattering of other junk
too, including 777's for EVA and Qatar.

Wind isn't looking too good for the 787 flight testing today... And it
just started raining again.
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Just call me KJ6DYS.
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SFO bike route.
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Bike ride from SF to SFO/Bayfront for planespotting! Fun afternoon :)

Wind 260@27, gust 31. Only have two runways today due to that...
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Oh hai internets!

It's been a long year, I needs a break. Taking a four day weekend!

Bay Bridge.
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It's a long-shot, but is anyone (or know anyone(s) who would) be interested in joining me on the ridiculous adventure of the Mongol Rally in 2010? Fairly likely we can get a spot.

For those not familiar, the Mongol Rally is an absolute batshit crazy plan whereby you start in London and drive to Mongolia, during which hilarity ensues.

Companion(s) should have a sufficient set of these improbable qualities (in no particular order):
  • financially solvent;
  • crazy;
  • willing to commit with 51%+ certainty before Saturday;
  • flexible work schedule; and
  • resourceful to an almost inhuman level.
To be clear: I am serious. Roadtrips are serious business, even in Central Asia.
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Going to Germany. Brb.
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I'm in need of work; I'm down to less than half-time consulting schedule at this point, and have basically been looking for full-time work. Anyway, looking for:

  • Embedded programming (C/assembly for whatever random architecture is cool lately)
  • Low-level/network server programming
  • Nearly any operations gig

Resume here.

Mostly been interviewing on the operations side 'cause that's where my recent experience is, but I'm finding my skills are an odd match for most ops jobs (ie running java websites)


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IMG_2488 Congresso, Buenos Aires, Argentina.  IMG_2508 Sunset from Barrio Once, Ciudad de Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires, Argentina.  IMG_2553 Av Rivadavia, Barrio Once, Buenos Aires, Argentina.
IMG_2591 Above Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego, Argentina.  IMG_2089 Glaciar Perito Moreno, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina.  IMG_2161 Glaciar Perito Moreno, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina.
IMG_3192 Cerro Solo, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina.  IMG_3224 Glaciar Torre, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina.  IMG_3796 Cordillera de los Andes, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina.
IMG_4411 Glaciers under Cerro Torre, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina.  IMG_3582 Cerro Poincenot, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina.  IMG_4523 Southern Milky Way outside Ciudad de Perito Moreno, Santa Cruz Province, Argentina.

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Parque del Centenario
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Beautiful autumn afternoon in Buenos Aires.
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Bariloche, Argentina.
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Unexpected view from my bed this morning: wide view of Lago Nahuel

Bariloche is like Valparaíso de Chile meets tacky Swiss Alpine
village. Obviously this hostel has some mid-century modern thrown in
for good measure.

Whole town sits at like a 35deg angle on the side of a mountain next
to a glacial lake -- a discription which immediately concludes: global
warming flood risk!
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Going to Argentina. Brb.
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Going to Argentina. Brb.
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