The Continuing Drudgery & Some Forgotten Weekend Excitement

So I sat down today at my desk and promptly got up to make coffee. The morning’s snow removal delayed my arrival by about 12 minutes, which, in light of the amount of business that happens at the university over the holidays, didn’t mean shit.

I thought of something else that I should’ve asked for for Christmas this morning, and isn’t that always the way? People start (appropriately) badgering each other around Thanksgiving for gift ideas, and at that point, I’m consistently drawing a blank. Maybe I should start seriously contemplating the holiday buying season on Labor Day.

I talked to Schneidie this morning (or rather relayed a few emails back and forth) and got word that Tom Elko is returning to the midwest. I’m anxious to talk to Tom and get the low-down from him. Tom owns a record label, and this reminded me of the weekend’s story that I forgot to tell.

So Joe and I went to the Admirals game on Friday. After the game, we went to meet his brother Steve out at Ambassador, and to have a smoke. I did have a very nice pipe at the bar there, although that fact is relatively inconsequential with regard to the story.

We’re sitting there, and the bar is sparsely peopled, and if you’ve been to Ambassador with any of us, you know that bringing in some music (in the form of a CD) is a fairly common practice. I had just purchased a record called “O” by Damien Rice, because I really liked the song “The Blower’s Daughter,” featured in the movie Closer. I liked the CD a lot, and asked Becky (the bartender) if she would play it.

Well there was this pair of older women (and I mean that relatively; they looked to be in a 44-52 range, agewise) seated at my left, and I think the one closest to me might’ve misunderstood when I asked Becky, “You wanna play my CD?” The older woman almost immediately asked, “This is your CD? This is you singing?” Of course I said no, because I would never presume to take on the identity of a successful recording artist (which I am not). Instead, I told her I produced the record.

Now of course, we have all told innocent white lies, especially in taverns or clubs or the like, most often in the interest of making ourselves seem bigger, or smaller, or simpler, or more complex, but always, alwaysalways, more interesting. Why would I say that I was a record producer? Because I know that having the job of producing records, even if it is not cool, SOUNDS COOL. Why am I telling this to a woman who, strictly from an age disparity standpoint, could be my mother? Well the answer to that is simple: “Why not?” I get to feel cool for a few minutes because I’ve become a record producer without having done any of the work associated with producing records, and she gets to feel cool for a few minutes because she talked to someone at a bar with a cool, interesting job.

What I did not anticipate in saying, “Yeah, I produced this,” are two facts which will immediately make me, the successful producer of a record which has a single in a hit motion picture, look, and, more importantly, feel like a gigantic ass.
1. This woman has an 18-year-old nephew who is an amateur recording artist.
2. This woman’s nephew recently recorded a song that he wrote for his uncle, her brother, WHO DIED IN COMBAT IN FALLUJA, and the song was played for the first time at this soldier’s funeral.

What followed I’m sure you can predict, since you are probably an American, and hence, you have probably seem a sitcom in the past 30 years. Oh yes, she definitely had a copy of the nephew’s CD right here, and could I listen to it, and of course I can, I’m a record producer, I can tell her what I think of the song, definitely, and yes, it is good, I’m not just saying that, no, believe it or not, people don’t ask me to do this all the time, and the thing is, it’s a fantastic story — the nephew, the brother, the Army, the war, all that stuff, and I’d love to take the CD with me, because even if it’s not exactly something I, Mr. Record Producer, would be interested in, the good news is that I have several Record Producer Friends, and it might be up the alley of one of them, so thank you. Yes, I’ll definitely take your email address. Nono, I’ll just get in touch with you.

In retrospect, the thing I regard as thoroughly amazing is that Becky, who knows me and knows what I do, stood behind the bar during this entire exchange and did not call me on my fib, so I probably owe her for that. Morally, I decided that I would need to forward this boy’s CD on to someone I know who has actual contact with the recording industry, and the only one I know like that is one Thomas P. Elko.

My only hope is that he’s still in the business, because otherwise I’m going to hell for sure.

Grades Are Up, and All Is Well

Whoo dog — the apparently perfect planning for Fall 2004 has culminated in decisive victory for The Bocko:
(here was once a picture of my two A’s)

So now that that item is released from my brain, I can focus completely on the holiday season and finalizing plans for the Global New Year’s Extravaganza.

This past weekend I was in MKE for the Admirals-Wolves? tilt @ the B.C. on Friday night. Joe and I sat in the third row off the ice, only 15 bucks, and I thought you really can’t complain about that — pro hockey is pro hockey, even if it is AHL. On Saturday, I helped Joe clean out the garage and put up some Christmas lights before going to a graduation party for one of his co-workers. The party was @ Kelly’s Bleachers in Milwaukee. There were a LOT of jock-looking men there. I mean a LOT. We played darts and Golden Tee w/ Lefty.

In case you were wondering: the Packers still suck, and they’re gonna suck their way into the playoffs, where they will suck adequately to be quickly dispatched from the post-season. The defense is abyssmal, and by ‘abyssmal’ I mean they need to get rid of everybody but Grady Jackson, Nick Barnett, and Darren Sharper. It’s almost depressing that the offense is light-years ahead of the other hosers, cuz that gives us the fans this perpetual glimmer of hope. If the Eagles don’t win the NFC, I’ll be surprised.

I still need wrapping paper.

Mom and Dad are going to stay over @ my place on Thursday night, then we all travel together to MKE on Friday. I should try to have some food around the house or something when they get there.

Oh, another in my series of brief and minature holiday season movie reviews:
Ocean’s Twelve is spectacularly entertaining, despite having a markedly inferior script to the earlier film. As I said to Lorch and Wordell (and anyone else who asked) I could watch Steve Soderbergh direct this cast as these characters taking a two-hour Greyhound bus trip and be entertained. If you are looking for a good time @ the movies, give this one a shot.

If you have wireless internet on your handheld, did you know that my page renders beautifully?

I looked at my earnings statement from last week, thought about how much money the Feds have taken out all year long, and panicked thinking it didn’t seem like enough. I looked myself up on last year’s tax table, though, and figure to be in good shape. Getting the earned income credit again this year would kick ass. Unfortunately, I know just about nothing about how it works, and so I just write in the numbers that the lady on the telefile tells me to put in there, then I go “WHOO-HOO!” when I get a refund.

Petters has come to agree with me that when you’re a single guy looking for a nice single woman, two criteria you should shoot for are:
1) attractive
2) doctor and/or lawyer

OK, I guess that’s about it.

Frighteningly Painless

The more I think about it, the more I want to say that this semester was simply an aberration. Somehow, I managed to take two courses at once whose workload I found to be extraordinarily manageable, and by that I mean I didn’t have to go the library at all this term.

Neither course included a research writing project, which is consistently the item that causes the greatest frustration for me in post-secondary education. The spring promises no such fortune. In an independent study, I mean to take research upon myself, and in Charlie Hill’s class, there will certainly be a large paper at one point or another. I think I’m prepared, especially after this (relative) vacation of a fall.

Over the weekend, I did a few different things. Friday night, the Financial Aid Office had its Christmas party at the home of our assistant director, Mike White. Mike started back in October, and has relocated from Ann Arbor, MI. His house is awesome. He says it’s especially neat to have furniture now.

After that event ended, Knitt and I took a ride to see Closer up in Appleton. I enjoyed it. The reviews you’re hearing are accurate – it’s a movie for grown-ups. It is a disturbing, real-feeling story of the pain of relationships. Joe and I agreed that we felt pretty bad after it was over. I think going to movies should be like that from time to time. I also think that you should buy Napoleon Dynamite when it comes out on DVD.

Saturday, I spent the daytime hours cleaning the apartment and poring over some poetry revisions.

Sonofabitch, I need wrapping paper.

Yeah, so that’s what I did during the day Saturday, and late in the evening, I went bowling with Lorch and Jamie. They had karaoke at the bar there, so I wowed the patrons with some favorites from the J.A. Bock Karaoke Catalog: “Just a Gigolo,” “Piano Man,” and, catering to the crowd, I closed with “Friends in Low Places.” I was a big enough hit that one girl wanted to sing with me (but she couldn’t find the song she wanted) and another drunk townie wanted to go home with me. At that point, we evacuated.

Sunday I worked on some more homework, and I also had a bunch of people over for the Packers game. Knitt, Lorch/Jamie, Dave Schrubbe and the Poquettes all came over. I fed them popcorn and pizza. I thought for sure when the Pack was down 13-0 at halftime, they were going to get beat at home (again) by the Lions of all teams, who had never beaten Favre at Lambeau. It was nice to see them pull out the victory, but at the same time, it’s unfortunate from a fan’s standpoint to know your team will be in the postseason and get spanked by one of the elite teams in the conference. Ah, well.

Speaking of sports and no pain, did you see the Crew send three guys out of town in the past week? Michael Hunt, a columnist for the Journal-Sentinel?, put it in perspective for me this morning when he basically said, “Hey, check it out: the Brewers plucked these two guys off the scrap heap and turned them into trade bait. Not bad.” Not bad indeed. With the Bucks season in full force now, it’s time to start asking, “How long ’til spring training?”

Some States of Affairs

I was out at my local Target store on Thursday for some holiday shopping and the like. I browsed the DVD section of the store, and came to a startling conclusion:
You no longer need to watch TV at all, ever.

Get rid of your cable, get rid of your satellite, forget the whole thing.

Everything you could ever want to watch on TV is now almost instantaneously available on DVD. At the most, you’re looking at a wait of one calendar year from a given show’s “season premiere” until you can catch the whole thing in its entirety, with no commercials, no delays between episodes, and all at whatever time you like. This realization led me to a question:
Is it actually more cost-effective to buy TV shows by the season on DVD, rather than paying for a cable package?

Figure your average individual watches 4 television shows religiously; that is to say, every week, you sit down and you tune in to see your favorite characters’ latest exploits. Let’s say two of them are an hour long, two are half an hour. That’s three hours of TV that you definitely watch every week, and you pay your cable company to provide programming for 168 hours a week.

Let’s say you pay your cable provider about 45 dollars a month for your average basic package, which would include your local network affiliates, and “basic” cable channels. At 45/month, you’re paying about 1.50 a day, which breaks down to just under 7 cents an hour. (Puts it in perspective for those of you who’ve worked in customer service, because I could tell you stories about some nutjobs calling up to get refunded for their cable being out for an hour-point-five. “Certainly, we can do that for you sir, I’ll credit your account the 12 cents.” That usually shuts ’em up.)

So at 7 cents an hour, and 165 hours a week that you DON’T watch TV, that’s 10.31 a week that you’re paying to have the TV turned off. During the summer, just about everything is in re-runs, so you don’t need to watch then, and so that’s basically 135 bucks down the shitter, and when all is said and done, 135 plus 10.31 a week for 40 weeks, this average person is pissing away 550 bucks a year on TV that’s not being watched.

Now, TV on DVD varies in cost, of course. An average season of a half-hour sitcom is probably going to run between 30 and 45 dollars, and you get 20-26 episodes. We’ll guesstimate on the high end, so at that rate you’re paying about 1.74 per episode, and at 24 minutes per episode, around 8 cents a minute.

The hour-long shows are generally gonna be more pricey, in the 50-80 range, and again at the high end, you’re looking at 3.08 per episode for 26, and 45 minutes per episode, you get about 7 cents a minute. So, on average, you can get the same TV you would’ve watched on cable, at 7.5 cents per minute, 3 hours a week for 40 weeks, and after you account for the commercials, you’re down to 138 minutes, and that’s 42 minutes you’re not getting back, so bottom line:
45 + 45 + 80 + 80 = 250.

You can see the same TV you would’ve watched DURING AN ENIRE CALENDAR YEAR for 250 bucks. Now, I know you’re going to have some questions, and I think I’ve already answered them:

“What about news? News doesn’t come out on DVD…”
You got the Internet? All the news you need is on the web. And if you don’t have high-speed, guess what? All that money you’re going to be saving on TV, you can afford it.

“What about the Packers???”
Go to a bar. Or go to the home of friend who’s dumb enough to pay for TV.

Worst-case scenario in both instances: bite the one-time bullet, put up an old-fashioned antenna on top of your house, pull local news and sports down from the air.

It’s over, man. Stop paying for the TV.

That's All

I have officially come to the end.

Of the semester? No.

Of the college career? No again.

Of some sort of proverbial rope? Negative.

I have come the end of the Internet. It’s all over. I’ve seen everything out there worth seeing. Now all that’s left is checking the daily news, occasionally participating on a message board here or there, and trying to better maintain my own dismal site.

The holiday season is in full swing now, although to look outside, you’d never know it. Here is the forecast for the next few days for Oshkosh:
http://www.weather.com/activities/other/other/weather/tenday.html?locid=54901

Here it is for Milwaukee:
http://www.weather.com/activities/other/other/weather/tenday.html?locid=53221

Here’s Eagle River (where the snowmobile trails should be opening over the weekend):
http://www.weather.com/activities/other/other/weather/tenday.html?locid=54521

Just for comparison, here’s Bozeman:
http://www.weather.com/activities/other/other/weather/tenday.html?locid=59715

And Los Angeles:
http://www.weather.com/activities/other/other/weather/tenday.html?locid=90025

Yeah, the grass started growing again with the rain over the last few days, so I’m glad that I don’t have a lawn.

I have uncharacteristically nearly completed my holiday shopping for the year before December 10. Tomorrow I have off in the afternoon, and figure to knock the rest out at that time. I hope those of you expecting gifts enjoy them. Additionally, I hope all of you expecting gifts get one.

Ah, crap. Thinking a bit more about it, maybe I’m not as done as I thought I was. Crap.

If you’ve come back hoping for the Good-bye Willy Photo Essay, I haven’t posted anything yet due to the inclemant Oshkosh weather. If it stays shitty through the rest of the week, I’ll just take pics in the slop and roll with it. Let’s go ahead and slate the World Premiere for Monday, December 13.

No one has guessed the Movie Quote of the Week, making it now the Movie Quote of Three Weeks. I know one of you could figure it out, so take a look for chrissakes.

And DOWWWNNN the Stretch They Come!!

As we stare down the homestretch of the semester (only 2 weeks to go), I can say this is where I normally panic. For better or worse, not the case this term. Lightening the courseload has proven brilliant, and so long as I kerp the ball firmly in my grasp, I see no reason why things shouldn’t work out. If you have your own stressful classes to worry about, or if you will be tapped out and exhausted by the holiday season, my thoughts are certainly with you.

At this point, though, let me share a couple thoughts for the opening of December:
– The Packers kickt ass on Monday Night. Next week’s game against Philly will be the season’s benchmark; is this the hot-and-cold rabble that lost their first 3 @ Lambeau, or the O-powered juggernaut that’s won six in a row?
– I saw Woody Allen’s Oscar-winning classic, ‘Annie Hall’ @ 2 AM on Monday morning. I don’t want to say that it doesn’t deserve all the accolades it’s received over the years, just that I guess I don’t think
Woody Allen is that funny. Some people do, that’s fine, but here’s my Top 5 Filmmakers Funnier Than Woody Allen:

5 Nick Park
4 Todd Phillips
3 Cameron Crowe
2 John Hughes
1 Mel Brooks

In some sadder news, ‘Willy’ has made his final ride. Those of you who’ve known me well over the last six years know my 1993 Ford Festiva, Willy, accompanied me on many adventures and served as a (usually) reliable automobile to me for 111,000 miles (some of them were Christy’s, while I was on hiatus in Montana). The estimate that I got at Car-X was nearly 1,000 dollars, and just the parts exceed the value of the vehicle. It’s been a helluva car, but it’s all over now. Stay tuned and return to this space in the near near near future for a Photo-Essay? Farewell to Willy.

If I don’t see ya, have a good weekend.

The Mid-Season Report

So I went into town today with Christy to do some laundry, get some coffee, and get on the web at regular pace. The two bucks that I paid to ‘Brew Moon’ on Railroad Street in E.R. is totally worth it. It’ll be worth it even more if I find out later that they don’t change their WEP key every day.

Here now are the things that I wrote down while I was in the woods, mostly yesterday, but a few on opening day (Saturday the 20th).

11/20: First shot of the season heard at 6:36… Second heard at 6:44, right after I text-messaged Wordy the weather report… 2 must-have’s for the next place I go to school — tuition covered or reimbursed, paid teaching assistantship… 8:36, saw three deer walk almost right under my tree stand (no more than 15 yards away) but decided none was big enough to shoot…

11/23: The rest of the weekend passed without seeing another deer. Uncle Mark and Christopher had to head back home around noon on Sunday, after we made a couple drives.

Me, Dad, and the Graues went back out to sit on Sunday afternoon, and it was a much nicer afternoon than the rainy/shitty Saturday.

I stayed up to watch the Packers play at Houston on Sunday night. They were down 13-3 at halftime, and as the 3rd quarter wore on with neither team doing much, I said to myself, “If Houston scores again, I’m going to bed.” They didn’t, Brett won the game, and the Pack is 6-4. Probably ought to be 8-2, but that’s another story.

Monday was ho-hum, bout the same as Sunday. Mark and Phil left about 10AM, Dad and I went to see Roger (at the dump), hunted AM and PM.

Today (Tuesday) I slept in a little, watched ‘Coffee & Cigarettes’ on the satellite while I drank a pot of coffee, then I took a ride to town and Rhinelander.

Joe picked me up the new U2, which I’ll have to go to the coffeehouse or library to download. Bonson’s wanted 16 bucks for it, which is bullshit. At Wal-Mart? in Rhinelander, it was only 10, but I told Joe not to get it there, and I wasn’t going to be a hypocrite about it.

I got up in my tree today at about 2:05, and the bad news is the apples I cut up and threw on the ground yesterday are still there. To me, this indicates no deer have been through here, at least in the past 24 hours. So now I’m sort of torn: on the one hand, that makes me think maybe I should try a different place, since no deer in the last few days probably means they won’t be back for a while. On the other hand, it makes me want to stay put, thinking they have to come back eventually. Such is the rub of the hunt.

I am either coming down with a cold or wearing wool for such an extended period has aggravated my allergies. In any case, I’ve had a sore throat for two days and today I had to bring a handful of Halls along into the woods. I should probably use them sparingly in order to make them last.

Last night, Dad watched ‘Family Guy’ with me. He had never seen it before and laughed his ass off, particularly at the things that are in exceptionally poor taste, which is kind of what the point of the show is. Mom read a book.

Now that Joe and Jen are engaged for real, I need to get cracking on hooking up with a chick in a legitimate relationship. No one else really knew this, but one of my goals has been to take a “girlfriend” along to their wedding. With the date set for Friday, April 29, I figure I have about four months max to meet such a person. Of course, the holiday season is coming up, and who really has the time to pursue a romantic relationship during this economically stressful time? So really, that leaves me with about three months, minus a week for spring break, so 2 months, 3 weeks. The odds and history are both against me, but it’s hard to believe they’re finally getting hitched, too. Who knew I’d run out of time so fast?

Well that pretty much takes care of my list for the time being. I don’t imagine I’ll be back before after the Thanksgiving holiday (which is tomorrow) so enjoy it with whomever you plan to spend it. With.

College Kids, Deerhunting, and the Holiday Season

Did you know that in this format, it is mega-easy to read the blog on a handheld? As Dave Slotten might say ‘pretty neat, pretty neat.’

Yesterday afternoon, I had a swell time with Dave Schrubbe and Kim Vlies conducting some statistical research for one of Dave’s classes.

We took a random sampling of 43 students on the pedestrian mall between the union and the library and asked them the following questions:
1. How old are you?

2. What is your major?

3. Do you live on campus? (if ‘yes,’ which hall?)

4. Are you employed? (if ‘yes,’ full or part time, on- or off-campus?)

5. Do you want to get hit with a bat? (if ‘no,’ what if we give you a free t-shirt?)

While the data has yet to be formally sythesized, as the Chief Surveyor on this project, I can say that a startling majority of college students responded favorably to being hit with a plastic bat, and the vast majority of those who did not were still willing to be inflicted with pain in exchange for cheap gifts.

It might be fun to to conduct this survey in a variety of geographic regions, maybe try to determine if this campus has something to do with it. Dave says he would be glad to license the study to anyone interested for a nominal fee. Drop him a line if you have some spare time.

This afternoon, I’ll be heading up north for the deer hunt. It’s going to be pretty warm, according to the latest weather data; might even rain on Saturday. Thing is, though, you can never predict how cold 38 degrees is going to feel if you’re sitting still for an extended period of time.

I do like to keep at least my fingers moving, though. As you sit in a tree your mind can float in some wacky directions. Maybe that’s one of the reasons that hunters enjoy hunting as much as they do: it’s very quiet.

I could use a new space pen for the weekend, though; I remember trying to write with my regular pen last year, and it was difficult at times. A pencil would be OK, sure, if I didn’t push way too hard and break all my leads. Hence, space pen needed.

And have you ever tried writing underwater with them things? I can’t imagine what you would write on with a pen underwater, seeing as how paper isn’t going to work, and how much could you be working on while submerged that doesn’t relate directly to your submersion? One of life’s mysteries.

Wordell has a new internship at Paramount, and it affords him a lot of opportunities (Internet- and writing-wise) that I used to have when was working for Res Life. Giving that knowledge, you should drop him a line some time, too.

The holiday season is right around the corner, so make sure you check out my list if you’re frustrated or need guidance. I like December just in general; it’s probably my favorite month. In addition to the Christmas and the birthday, I only have two weeks of class that month, what with the semester winding down. I had a random dream last night, too, where people who I don’t really know very well were buying me gifts for some reason, and I felt really bad because I had nothing to offer them in return. Eh, just a dream, whatever.

Right now, there are three of us working in the Financial Aid Office. Bloody ghost town around here. I’m going to try to get out early if I can; still need to finish up a couple things at the house before I head out for the week. Catch ya once I get to E.R.

RFID Should Scare the Hell Out of You

I read another article in the New York Times today about RFID-tagging for schoolchildren in Texas. ‘RFID’ stands for ‘radio frequency identification,’ and the basic principle is that you attach a tiny radio transmitter to an object that you want to keep track of, and whenever the transmitter’s signal is picked up by a receiver, you can tell where that object is. This, of course, is just one of innumerable applications of the technology, and I actually think I might’ve mentioned it before (there was another time I read something on Cnet about RFID tags for hospital patients that would carry around their medical records).

Here’s a link to the article; I hope it works. Ah, what the hell; just in case it doesn’t:
SPRING, Tex. – In front of her gated apartment complex, Courtney Payne, a 9-year-old fourth grader with dark hair pulled tightly into a ponytail, exits a yellow school bus. Moments later, her movement is observed by Alan Bragg, the local police chief, standing in a windowless control room more than a mile away.

Chief Bragg is not using video surveillance. Rather, he watches an icon on a computer screen. The icon marks the spot on a map where Courtney got off the bus, and, on a larger level, it represents the latest in the convergence of technology and student security.

Hoping to prevent the loss of a child through kidnapping or more innocent circumstances, a few schools have begun monitoring student arrivals and departures using technology similar to that used to track livestock and pallets of retail shipments.

Here in a growing middle- and working-class suburb just north of Houston, the effort is undergoing its most ambitious test. The Spring Independent School District is equipping 28,000 students with ID badges containing computer chips that are read when the students get on and off school buses. The information is fed automatically by wireless phone to the police and school administrators.

In a variation on the concept, a Phoenix school district in November is starting a project using fingerprint technology to track when and where students get on and off buses. Last year, a charter school in Buffalo began automating attendance counts with computerized ID badges – one of the earliest examples of what educators said could become a widespread trend.

At the Spring district, where no student has ever been kidnapped, the system is expected to be used for more pedestrian purposes, Chief Bragg said: to reassure frantic parents, for example, calling because their child, rather than coming home as expected, went to a friend’s house, an extracurricular activity or a Girl Scout meeting.

When the district unanimously approved the $180,000 system, neither teachers nor parents objected, said the president of the board. Rather, parents appear to be applauding. “I’m sure we’re being overprotective, but you hear about all this violence,” said Elisa Temple-Harvey?, 34, the parent of a fourth grader. “I’m not saying this will curtail it, or stop it, but at least I know she made it to campus.”

The project also is in keeping with the high-tech leanings of the district, which built its own high-speed data network and is outfitting the schools with wireless Internet access. A handful of companies have adapted the technology for use in schools.

But there are critics, including some older students and privacy groups like the American Civil Liberties Union, who argue that the system is security paranoia.

The decades-old technology, called radio frequency identification, or RFID, is growing less expensive and developing vast new capabilities. It is based on a computer chip that has a unique number programmed into it and contains a tiny antenna that sends information to a reader.

The same technology is being used by companies like Wal-Mart? to track pallets of retail items. Pet owners can have chips embedded in cats and dogs to identify them if they are lost.

In October, the Food and Drug Administration approved use of an RFID chip that could be implanted under a patient’s skin and would carry a number that linked to the patient’s medical records.

At the Spring district, the first recipients of the computerized ID badges have been the 626 students of Bammel Elementary school. That includes Felipe Mathews, a 5-year-old kindergartner, and the other 30 students who rode bus No. 38 to school on a recent morning.

Felipe, wearing a gray, hooded sweatshirt with a Spiderman logo and blue high-top tennis shoes also with a Spiderman logo, wore his yellow ID badge on a string around his neck. When he climbed on to the bus, he pressed the badge against a flat gray “reader”just inside the bus door. The reader ID beeped.

Shortly after, he was followed onto the bus by Christopher Nunez, a 9-year-old fourth grader. Christopher said it was important that students wore badges so they did not get lost. Asked what might cause someone to get lost, he said, “If they’re in second grade they might not know which street is their home.”

But on the morning Felipe and Christopher shared a seat on bus No. 38, the district experienced one of the early technology hiccups. When the bus arrived at school, the system had not worked. On the Web site that includes the log of student movements, there was no record that any of the students on the bus had arrived.

It was just one of many headaches; the system had also made double entries for some students, and got arrival times and addresses wrong for others. “It’s early glitches,” said Brian Weisinger, the head of transportation for the Spring district, adding that he expected to work out the problems.

But for the Enterprise Charter School in Buffalo, where administrators gave ID cards with the RFID technology to around 460 students last year, the computer problems lasted for many months.

The system is set up so that when students walk in the door each morning, they pass by one of two kiosks – which together cost $40,000 – designed to pick up their individual radio frequency numbers as a way of taking attendance. Initially, though, the kiosks failed to register some students, or registered ones who were not there.

Mark Walter, head of technology for the Buffalo school, said the system was working well now. But Mr. Walter cautions that the more ambitious technological efforts in Spring, particularly given the reliance on cellphones to call in the data, are “going to run in to some problems.”

In the long run, however, the biggest problem may be human error. Parents, teachers and administrators said their primary worry is getting students to remember their cards, given they often forget such basics as backpacks, lunch money and gym shoes. And then there might be mischief: students could trade their cards.

Still, administrators in Buffalo said they had been contacted by districts around the country, and from numerous other countries, interested in using something similar.

And the administrators in Buffalo and here in Spring said the technology, when perfected, would eventually be a big help. Parents at the Spring district seem to feel the same way. They speak of momentary horrors of realizing their child did not arrive home when expected.

Some older students are not so enthusiastic.

“It’s too Big Brother for me,” said Kenneth Haines, a 15-year-old ninth grader who is on the football and debate teams. “Something about the school wanting to know the exact place and time makes me feel kind of like an animal.”

Middle and high school students already wear ID badges, but they have not yet been equipped with the RFID technology. Even so, some bus drivers are apparently taking advantage of the technology’s mythical powers by telling students that they are being tracked on the bus in order to get them to behave better.

Kenneth’s opinion is echoed by organizations like the A.C.L.U. and the Electronic Frontier Foundation, a nonprofit group that promotes “digital rights.”

It is “naïve to believe all this data will only be used to track children in the extremely unlikely event of the rare kidnapping by a stranger,” said Barry Steinhardt, director of the technology and liberty program at the A.C.L.U.

Mr. Steinhardt said schools, once they had invested in the technology, could feel compelled to get a greater return on investment by putting it to other uses, like tracking where students go after school.

Advocates of the technology said they did not plan to go that far. But, they said, they do see broader possibilities, such as implanting RFID tags under the skin of children to avoid problems with lost or forgotten tags. More immediately, they said, they could see using the technology to track whether students attend individual classes.

Mr. Weisinger, the head of transportation at Spring, said that, for now, the district could not afford not to put the technology to use. Chief Bragg said the key to catching kidnappers was getting crucial information within two to four hours of a crime – information such as the last place the child was seen.

“We’ve been fortunate; we haven’t had a kidnapping,” Mr. Weisinger said. “But if it works one time finding a student who has been kidnapped, then the system has paid for itself.”

Did you *read* the line about embedding the tags sub-dermally? Oh. Em. Gee.

So my point, I guess, is that I’m afraid of becoming a blip on a digital map, and there is a part of me that’s afraid I’m there already.

In unrelated news, school is going well, it’s nice to be back (here), the Packers still lick, I have off all next week, and the New Year’s party is totally on.

How’ve you been?

What Plot Holes?

9/24

I don’t know if you’ve ever been a fan of shows on the WB. Here’s the issue: rarely do the shows have anything resembling a complex storyline or a plot devoid of holes, inconsistencies, etc. I can say this because I have watched at least 50 episodes of Dawson’s Creek, every single episode of Charmed, 60+ of Smallville, and 3 episodes of Gilmour Girls. That is a fair sampling.

You don’t watch the shows on the WB for the same reason as you do average TV, or for the reason you might go to movies: the WB, you watch for the beautiful people. Oh, and the people are beautiful…

I was going to paste some pictures in here, but I still haven’t figured that out, so in the meantime:
http://www.thewb.com/charmed
http://www.thewb.com/smallville

… and now they put a new chick on Smallville who plays a young Lois Lane, and lordylordy, let me tell you. Fun stuff.

Anyway, the point is, I don’t think that the WB is really in the business of producing or airing quality television, so critics should probably get over it. The WB is eye candy, and if you’re just looking for a good time, for about 42, 44 minutes, I say indulge yourself.

firing from the hip since 2002