Archive for 2006-09

Starting To Hate Anti-Spammers

2006-09-28 15:16

Photograph: Waterfire: Ferro, Providence, RI, 2006-08-26, © Nick Varacalli.Let me start off by saying that I hate spammers. Not that much, since I find it relatively easy to filter out spam. I use PopFile. Dina uses GMail’s filters. Though a pain, the problem, at least for me, is manageable.

I’m starting to hate some anti-spammers more than spammers themselves. My otherwise wonderful webhost, A Small Orange, uses blacklists. Blacklists in this case are lists of internet addresses that are considered to be spammers. Organizations can then subscribe to these blacklists and filter out mail. Sounds good in theory.

In practise, the people running the blacklists seem to be zealots, and assholes to boot. They are very unresponsive to feedback. In fact, feedback seems like a great way to get you on their list. They are willing to list huge swaths of addresses (e.g., some GMail servers, MIT servers, and servers from major ISPs) and don’t seem to care about collateral damage caused. They are causing email to become unreliable as a communication mechanism… it’s small now… but it’s growing.

Of course you don’t need to subscribe to their blacklists. Unfortunately, many upstream entities do, making it difficult for individuals to opt out of them. Also, it’s hard for individuals to know when they are affected. How do you know which emails you aren’t receiving?

My analogy for the blacklister’s tactics: “There’s a terrorist cell in London. Let’s nuke the British Isles.”

All Tangentially Related

2006-09-20 22:33
  • Photograph: Spiderweb In Shower Window, Cape Cod, MA, 2006-05-28, © Nick Varacalli.What does one do with outgrown bottle nipples? Throw them away? Store them for next kid? Give them to friends?
  • Went to the mall the other day. Home Depot, Costco, Target, Babies’R'Us. The nature of life with a kid is that I had to move the car a few hundred yards to each different store.
  • I’ve started talking almost non-stop to Alex when walking around with him during the day. This has led me to two realizations:
    • I’m not a people person. Fine, this isn’t really a new realization. Since I’m talking to Alex, people assume I want them to talk to us too. In most cases, I don’t mind them talking to Alex, but I usually don’t want them to talk to me… I just want to live in my own little cocoon with my baby. Mind you, sometimes that’s not true… met some nice people at Pandemonium Books the other day.
    • Language, whether spoken or written, doesn’t seem to accurately represent what I think. As I try and keep up the verbal diarrhoea with Alex, I realize that I’m just telling him about the things I see around me. Telling him about what’s going on in my head just doesn’t seem to come out right.

Pictures

2006-09-20 19:58

More pictures of Alex are up:

Pallets?

2006-09-18 20:49

Anyone know where we can get pallets? We’re looking to keep our boxes off the basement floor. Plastic preferred, but wood will do. Free preferred, but cheap will do.

Updated 2006-09-20 09:40: palettes –> pallets.

Bad Joke, Bad Hair Day, Bad Foo

2006-09-18 01:18
  • Photograph: Not Quite Running On Water, Cape Cod, MA, 2006-05-28, © Nick Varacalli.What do you get when two butcher knives fuck in October?
    June Cleaver.
    It stinks, but at least it’s original.
  • Good news: Alex is discovering his hands. Bad news: his hands found his hair… and he pulled hard enough to make himself cry… then he wouldn’t let go. We couldn’t help laughing our asses off.
  • Home still != castle. Or in the LJ’d words of Aragorn: “Still not king.”

Crying Loop

2006-09-08 12:13

Photograph: Sunrise, Mount Sinai, 2005-10-06, © Nick Varacalli.In response to the comments in the Bad Parenting entry, I was going to write this up as an actual code loop…

while (X.IsCrying) {
	// Check for immediate environmental issues
	if (X.IsInPain) {
		// ...
	} else if (X.IsHot) {
		// ...
	}
}

… but getting the formatting right is too much of a pain. Besides, it may make sense to a computer, but it’s a lot easier to read if I just use a bulleted list.

The main thing to remember about getting X to stop crying is that it is a loop. There may be more than one thing ‘wrong’ with X, or correcting something my unleash another reason to cry.

  1. Pain / Hot / Cold? Check immediate environmental factors and fix them. So far we’ve been lucky: he’s only been cold once. A night, if he Houdini’s himself out of his swaddling he’s fussy until we tuck his limbs back in.
  2. Hungry? Feed him. Lately he’s at the stage where he can delay hunger gratification for a bit (or, we’re better at recognizing hunger signs early).
  3. Gassy? Burp him. This may take time and many different burping positions (shoulder, sitting up, over knee).
  4. Poopy? Change him (he tends to go easier in a clean diaper). Massage stomach. Massage back. Bicycle legs. Tummy time. Sadly, I couldn’t come up with a better word than poopy.
  5. Pacifier? Give him one. It may take up to 30 seconds before he calms down enough to accept it. Mind you, he rarely cares for a pacifier and lately it doesn’t even keep him quiet as we warm up milk.
  6. Understimulated? Play with him. Put on some music. Give him some play time in his crib or with his Gymini. He’s now at the stage where he really enjoys playing in his Gymini and can stay there up to a ½ hour, contentedly flailing, kicking, and cooing. Make faces at him. Talk to him. Rattle toys in front of him. Have him ‘stand up’ and ‘dance’. ‘Roughhouse’ with him. Exercise him or exercise with him. Put him in his bumbo and let him watch you doing an interesting task. Put him in his bumbo and turn on the TV.
  7. Needs movement? Walk with him. Carry him. Bounce him. Dance while holding him. Put him in his sling. Put him in his car seat. Go for a drive with him. Put him in his stroller. Put him in his vibrating / bouncing / musical chair.
  8. Overstimulated? Sadly, this can easily be confused with understimulated. Remove as much stimulus as possible. Cocoon him. Swaddle him. Turn down the lights. Put on some calm music. Talk or sing softly to him. Go through a lot of the items in the previous step.

Fantasy Parenting

2006-09-07 18:39

Photograph: Chapel, tourist, sunrise, Mount Sinai, 2005-10-06, © Nick Varacalli.Today was, in many ways, what I’d hoped parenting a newborn would be like.

Wake up before the baby… have time to eat most of my breakfast before the morning feeding. Then off for a walk to Copley. In my fantasies it was always sunny and nice out. The occasional rain this summer provided a healthy dose of reality. Anyway… it was sunny today. Lex was mostly asleep for the walk. When he wasn’t, he was in a good mood. In Copley he started pulling a little bit of a tantrum. Feeding him then walking him calmed him down. Then the walk back home along the river, with the occasional sit-down on a park bench to take it all in.

It doesn’t sound like much… but I got out for a long walk, saw some scenery, experienced the city, got some errands done, fed the baby (on the go), bathed him, and kept him mostly entertained for the whole day.

A lot of other realizations today. Among them: I miss running. A lot. I need to get out for a walk more. I’ve been going to the square every day I’ve been home alone with Lex, but I need to go on longer walks.

Bad Parenting

2006-09-06 17:43

Photograph: Sunrise, Mount Sinai, 2005-10-06, © Nick Varacalli.After all other crying remediation strategies failed, Lex is now parked in his bumbo, on the coffee table, watching, bopping to, and cooing at a TiVo’d episode of The Simpsons. On one hand, I feel bad about this. On the other hand, he’s no longer crying.

Update: That lasted all of 12 minutes… now what?

Venn Diagrams

2006-09-03 22:20

Photograph: Sunrise, Mount Sinai, 2005-10-06, © Nick Varacalli.Remember in elementary school, those diagrams of overlapping circles? I feel that parenting is like that. There’s that place where all the circles overlap… when it comes to raising our child[ren] there’s a core set of values we all agree on… we being the friends and family Dina and I choose to hang around with.

It’s the places where the circles don’t overlap that cause problems.

There are things that Dina and I don’t agree on. When they occur, I think we’ve both been good at temporarily scaling our behaviour back to not do what bothers the other person, discussing it, and then proceeding with our new, agreed upon behaviour. Our circles of what we think is acceptable may not coincide, but our circles of behaviours are now subsets of what is acceptable.

There are things that our friends do to / with Alex that we’re unhappy with. For those people who listen to constructive criticism (alternately, for those people who accept that when it comes to Alex, what we say goes), there isn’t a problem. The same behaviour modification that Dina and I do with each other comes into play.

For those people that are unwilling to modify their behaviour, various forms of coping come into play. In some cases, it’s small enough that we just grin and bear it. In other’s we don’t put Alex into a situation where these people can exhibit these behaviours… either by controlling their interactions with Alex, or by not letting them interact with Alex. We probably have other ways of dealing with this, but I can’t think of them right now.

The last case is the most problematic… or… at least… it’s what’s stuck in my craw right now. Some people have issues with the way “we” (i.e., “I”) treat Alex. I basically have to modify my behaviour so as not to make my friends and family uncomfortable, or I need to explain myself to them, which bothers me somewhat, since, after all, this is my kid / family… but I suppose I should just suck it up…

I’ve made a conscious choice to have Alex experience as much as possible. I want him to be an all-terrain baby, child, and adult, able to handle whatever life throws at him with aplomb. To some this looks like I’m treating Alex as a toy or plaything. To others it looks like I’m endangering him, or taking unnecessary risks. It sometimes looks like I’m teasing or tormenting him.

I assure you, I usually think about what I’m doing when it comes to Alex. I’m careful to assess both his and my own limitations. I try to be very aware of his cues (in fact, it bugs me when other people ‘ignore’ said cues, even though I realize they’re merely unaware of them). I’m not playing or taking unnecessary risks. We’re learning together and taking calculated risks for future rewards.

Let’s take some examples.

Some people insist on holding Alex, even after one of us has tried, as politely as possible to suggest that we would prefer that Alex stay where he is (or, we think Alex would prefer to stay where he is) because we think he’s overstimulated, or is content where he is. We’re not perfect… but we think we have a pretty good idea of when Alex is amenable to being held. From our point of view, repeatedly insisting that you want to hold the cute baby doesn’t indicate that you have Alex’s best interests in mind.

I splash water in Alex’s face. Sometimes he likes it. Sometimes he gets his quizzical / pensive look. He has yet to cry when I do this. I do this because Dina and I have noticed that he likes bath time, and, more interestingly, he likes having water sprayed on his face if done properly. I do this because, on average he seems to like it. I do this because it stimulates him (and I’m careful not to do it when I fear he’s becoming overstimulated). People yell at me when I do this (“Ni-ick!!!“) or tell me that I’m making them uncomfortable.

I guess a lot of these blog entries are going to be spent explaining my behaviour.

Alex… if you’re reading this when you’re older… remember… daddy did all those things to / with you to build character.

Time For An Update

2006-09-03 21:41

Photograph: 4 Seasons Resort, coral reef, The Sinai, 2005-10-05, © Nick Varacalli. Surprisingly, I’ve had time to write… I just haven’t been in the mood.

In order to keep this blog clear of baby traffic, I’d started a baby blog on Blogger. I haven’t posted on that in ages either. All the fun things about being a parent seem to be things that only we would appreciate, or that are private. I’m thinking of just posting baby stuff here.

I’m overloaded on people of late, especially big gatherings.

I think I’m at the point where I need to be more choosy about who I decide / try to become friends with… This is for a variety of reasons. I need to be careful not to get hurt. I need to not overload myself. There are too many fun things to do in the world… there are also too many fun people to be friends with. At some point, even though the friendship is a positive, the drain on my time and ability to deal with people is a negative. I need to be careful not to make friends with people who have certain qualities that drive me batty.