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— also known as my vanity gripe page

From sunny, Las Vegas, Nevada, this is the blog of Marc Elliot Hall, leader and system engineer extraordinaire.

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Wed, 04 Jul 2012

“Once Upon a Time…

…there was a magical place where it never rained.”

So goes the line from Holes, when Mr. Sir is explaining to the inmates of Camp Greenlake that they should not expect any reprieve from the oppressive heat.

“The end,” he finishes.

Moving to Las Vegas made me feel a lot like that… Except today, on July 4, 2012, it rained.

Although I have photographic evidence, I cannot upload it from my phone at the moment sad

posted at: 22:19 |

Wed, 25 Apr 2012

Playing Alaska Tourist (Part 1)

Having now wrapped up my project with GCI, I’m ready to have a few days of fun before I head back to the lower 48. (Wow! Don’t I sound just like an Alaskan?)

Two things I wanted to do before heading south were to visit the Alaska Aviation Museum and see some wildlife on the water. So, I drove south along the highway to Seward, Alaska’s only year-round ice-free port with access to the interior. There, I boarded the Orca Song for a tour around Resurrection Bay.


Out on the water, I saw Sea Lions,


A huge variety of birds, and the namesake of my transport, the highlight of the trip:


A pod of whales, including a very young orca, still juvenile tan instead of black and white. I apologize for the poor quality of the photos… The orcas were not cooperating, although the baby was so cute! The battery on my phone was about to die and getting these two shots was difficult as it was.


posted at: 21:12 |

Sat, 07 Apr 2012

Farewell Anchorage

My work here in Anchorage is about done, so this entry will be a dump of all the photos I haven’t been able to use in previous postings but still think are representative of my last three months.

The Tony Knowles trail down to the Cook Inlet is clear!


Look at those daredevils out there on the ice…


Sunset over the Cook Inlet:


The view up from Ship Creek to the downtown skyline:


A map of Anchorage as it was originally planned (from the Anchorage Museum):


Anchorage as it actually is:


I’m just kidding about that… This is where they store the signage for the farmers’ market that goes up once all the snow has melted.

Here’s the Statehood monument overlooking Ship Creek:


Last but not least, the best picture I could get of the Northern Lights:


Unfortunately, the lights of Anchorage are too bright when reflecting up from the snow to see much of a view of the Aurora Borealis. My chief regret from my time in Anchorage is that I was unable to get more than a smudgey glimpse of the Northern Lights.

posted at: 21:12 |

Mon, 02 Apr 2012

Farewell Winter

Anchorage has been a good place to visit this winter, despite all my kvetching.

Spring is nearly here…


If you look closely, you can see grass under those trees!


So now that I’ve experienced the harsh reality of an Anchorage winter, I’m leaving for warmer climes… And I won’t see the glory that is Alaska in summer.

posted at: 21:12 |

Sun, 01 Apr 2012


We've had several consecutive days of above freezing weather here in Anchorage. The roads have mostly cleared of ice, although a few patches of black ice hide in the shadows. The sidewalks are occasionally a bit dangerous, but since the second or third day of the thaw they've been much less icy.

Folks here in Alaska call this "break up", and it's much like you'd expect from a phrase like that — you never know what the mood of the weather will be; you never know what you're about to put your foot in; and you never know when you're going to embarrass yourself by falling on your butt.

Generally, though, it's shirt-sleeve-warm and pleasant for mid-day walks, at least for a larger guy like me. But when the sun sets at around 8:30 p.m., it doesn't take long for it to get quite chilly. The puddles ice over in about thirty minutes and footing is treacherous from not long after that until an hour after sunrise at about 8:30 a.m. .

When I go on my early evening walks, I keep an eye out for scenery worth sharing — during break up, there's not much of that, because the snow is an ugly brown and the roads are a wet black. There's not much that's photogenic about Anchorage right now. 

However, I did catch a couple of glimpses of spring greenery this week. Here are a couple of blades of grass just trying to poke out of the cold, damp earth.


Hope springs eternal! 


posted at: 00:46 |

Tue, 27 Mar 2012

Road Trip II

Last weekend I took advantage of some clear weather and clear-ish roads to take another road trip. This one was south along the Seward Highway, which runs along the Turnagain Arm of the Cook Inlet.

The fjord-like waterway is stunningly gorgeous.


This a view from the north side of the Arm looking south across the water. In the foreground, you can see the railroad tracks that run between the road and the water. Across the center of the channel are broken blocks of ice, each about half the size of a small car. While I was driving, I didn't notice this; but the water is flowing out toward the Inlet. You can tell because the ice is moving swiftly downstream. Very swiftly. Dangerously swiftly.

As I drove further along, I came upon the town of Girdwood. From one perspective, Girdwood is 40 miles from Anchorage. However, from a strictly legalistic perspective, Girdwood is inside Anchorage, because the Anchorage City limits are enormous, encompassing a goodly portion of Alaska's Chugach State Park. Girdwood is perhaps best known for its famous ski resort, Aleyeska. Here are a pair of views of the chair lift from the main road through town:


If you look closely, you can just see the main lodge at the base of the mountain and the chairlift wending its way up the snow face.


I also tried to capture some panoramas of the Turnagain Arm, but haven't yet stitched them together. We'll save that for another post, I suppose.  

posted at: 00:55 |

Mon, 19 Mar 2012

Road Trip

Just because I'm in Anchorage in dead of Winter doesn't mean I can't get out and see Alaska. Sometimes the weather even cooperates.

For example, two weeks ago I drove north up the Glenn Highway to see if I could catch a glimpse of Denali. While I only got about 20 miles past Wasilla (you betcha, that Wasilla) before the cloud cover rolled in, I did get a view of some mighty pretty mountains.


This is the northern end of the Chugach mountain range that borders Anchorage to the east; it forms the southeastern edge of the Knick Arm of the Cook Inlet, just off the Gulf of Alaska. Anchorage sits at the confluence of the Knick Arm and Turnagin Arm of the Inlet, and each arm is fed by a river.

I’d put a map here, but Google isn’t cooperating… Instead, here’s a link to the region.

So, while I didn't get to see the tallest mountain in North America, I did see some spectacular scenery.  

posted at: 16:10 |

Wed, 14 Mar 2012

Cold? What’s a Little Cold to an Alaskan?

I know I've griped about how cold it can be in Anchorage (true to form: my car thermometer said 6F this morning).

But the people who live here year 'round, year after year, don't let a little cold get in their way of a fun time!

Witness the fairway laid out for the week of the Fur Rendezvous (affectionately and illiterately known as the Fur Rondy around here) and the Ceremonial Start of the Iditarod:


Nobody's on the rides at the moment I took the photo because they're all on Fourth Street for the Ceremonial Start. Don't let that fool you!


In case you missed my comments about it being cold, allow me to show you this evidence:


This is the starting point of a several mile walk that follows a scaled-down path through our solar system. Mercury and Venus are both less than two blocks away, while Pluto (yes, it still has Pluto despite that celestial body's demotion to planetoid) is out past the airport.

But just so you don't miss the point: that's right, folks. It's so cold in Alaska, it even snows on the sun!


posted at: 00:03 |

Tue, 13 Mar 2012

Where Does All the Snow Go?

As I've previously blathered, it snows a lot here in Anchorage. And, as I've shown in pictorial splendor, equipment runs night and day to remove it.

Since the weather is clearly too cold for the snow to melt, where does it go?



That mountain of snow is about forty feet high, and there are piles just like it all over town. 

posted at: 00:01 |

Fri, 09 Mar 2012

People Mover

The Anchorage bus system is called the People Mover, and it's a popular way to get around.

This week, I bought a 2002 Subaru Forester and returned my rental car. I figure, even if I lose $1400 dollars when I sell it after I'm through in Alaska, I'll be farther ahead than if I keep paying $750 a month for a rental car. I could be driving a BMW or Mercedes for that kind of payment. 

But no, instead I bought an econobox AWD car with nearly 150 thousand miles on it:

thumb.2002 Subaru Forester 1.jpg  

Doesn't she look like she's ready for an Alaskan winter? And camouflaged, too!

So why did I bring up the People Mover?

Well, dropping off the Chevrolet Aveo rental car and picking up the Subaru Forester took some logistical effort. 

My plan was to walk to the bus station, ride the bus out to Tudor Road, pay for and pick up the Subaru, drive it downtown, walk to the condo, drive the Chevy out to the airport, and ride the bus back downtown. Total distance: less than twelve miles. The People Mover is a hub-and-spoke system; while there are some places where you can transfer directly from bus to bus on the side of the road, most lines converge at three major hubs. I was going to have to ride two buses, so I needed to be at the downtown terminal to switch. 

As I've mentioned before, I enjoy walking around downtown Anchorage and seeing the sights. I've walked past (and into) museums, galleries, restaurants, bars, stores, coffee houses, parks, and neighborhoods. I've even walked past the People Mover downtown terminal and transfer station. Many times. 

However, on Wednesday, when I was ready to pay for and pick up the car, I couldn't find it! I wasted a good 25 minutes looking for it before giving up and driving the Chevy out to Tudor Road. Obviously, I wasn't going to be able to pick up the Subaru right then, as I would need two drivers for the two cars.

So the seller and I did the paperwork, I gave him a check, and I drove the Chevy to the airport. On the way to the airport, I wanted to fill the gas tank, since Alamo would have likely charged me $23 a gallon to do it for me. I stopped at a Holiday station on the way and swiped my card at the pump, which promptly told me to talk to the cashier. Well, I didn't want to talk to the cashier — I needed to get to the airport early enough that I would have time to catch the bus back downtown and then outbound to Tudor Road before they stopped running for the night. So I jumped in the car and drove to another gas station. 

Which did the same thing. 

This time, I did talk to the cashier. My card had been declined. Frustrated — and in a hurry — I paid with cash and drove off to the airport. At the Alamo drop off, I returned the car and asked for directions to the bus stop at the airport terminal. It was right across the street, and I was going to be able to catch the next inbound bus!

However, once I reached the terminal, I realized that the Citibank Rewards MasterCard was not going to miraculously fix itself, so I walked into the (warm!) terminal and called customer service to see what the problem might be. After ten minutes on hold, my call was dropped. I called back. After 15 minutes on hold, I was told a security flag had been raised on my account and I needed to talk to the security department. After 15 more minutes on hold — well, by now I'd missed my bus. Twice. But, the security department finally told me, the Holiday station had reserved $50 of my credit line when I swiped my card, and that had raised a flag. Well, when gas is $4.08 a gallon, it doesn't take much of a tank to use $50 worth. Their algorithm was a little over sensitive. So, I had missed my bus — possibly three times if you count having to stop at two gas stations and waste time with an attendant — and wasted more than an hour dealing directly with CitiCard's customer service. But! Now I could get on the bus and ride downtown. It was about 9:30 p.m.


I've been on a lot of buses, in a lot of cities. In more than one country. I commuted daily by bus and light rail for more than two years as a young man, before I bought my motorcycle. I'm used to buses and the types of people who ride them. And, inbound to the downtown terminal from the airport, the driver and my fellow riders were exactly what I expected: friendly, courteous, and quiet. 

However, when I reached the downtown terminal, I experienced a new environment. 

Indoors, it was chaotic and noisy; shouting drunkards arguing with transit cops, groups of disaffected youth in ragged clothes. Panhandlers insisting I give them my change. Outdoors, it was almost as noisy; the thick cigarette and marijuana smoke choked me; the calls asking if I wanted to buy (or sell) marijuana were aggressive; the clusters of tokers were arguing about who got the next drag — basically, it was like high school, only with old people. 

For obvious reasons, I didn't take any photos. 

Amid the chaos, I saw an approaching bus. "Out of Service" it said, but it was pulling up to the stop for the route I wanted to board, and it was not time for any other bus routes to have stopped there. The driver shut down the engine, walked to the back to verify it was empty, and then exited the bus. He was five minutes early, but I was eager to be on my way, so I stood by the folding doors and waited for him to return. Which he did just a few minutes later. Sure enough, the indicators on the bus changed to announce that this was my ride. I climbed aboard, paid my $1.75, and took a seat. The driver greeted me with a friendly word or two as I boarded.

And, again, the ride itself was quite pleasant. So, apparently, it's the terminal itself that has issues, rather than the buses.

As we approached the neighborhood where my Subaru waited, I tugged the stop request cord. The driver coasted to a stop, I thanked him, exited, and began walking through the dark. As the bus pulled away, though, I noticed that the pavement was very slippery. Dangerously so. 

Despite noticing this, though, I was not being particularly careful. I had realized on the ride outbound that my GPS mount was still in my rental car; I was fiddling with my phone getting ready to call Alamo when my feet began skidding uncontrollably across the ice. Suddenly, I was on the ground. My hip had smacked the sidewalk. Fortunately, nothing — including my phone — was broken. In fact, as I recovered my feet, I felt like I had avoided any injury. Walking the remaining block, I unlocked the Subaru, started her up, and began driving to my condo. Since I had already added them to my speed dial, I called the Alamo desk. "You probably hear this a lot", I said, "but I think I left my GPS mount in my rental car. Can I swing by the garage right now to retrieve it?" The clerk laughed and asked when I had dropped off the car. When I told her at about 7:30 that evening, she replied that more than a dozen GPS mounts had been left in vehicles since 4:30 that day. "So, that's 'yes', you do hear that a lot," I said. She laughed again.

Now it was close to 10:00.

I drove into the rental return garage at the airport, parked, and stepped over to the attendant's booth. "Hey," I said. "I just called…" Before I could finish, the attendant held out the GPS mount for me. "Thanks!" I said. And I meant it. Now I could go home.

So, finally, my ordeal completed, I parked at my condo at 10:30. Four hours from the start to finish. But I was done. 

It was only today that my neck and hip started to hurt. So, while I now know exactly where the People Mover terminal is, I didn’t get away clean.

posted at: 21:21 |

Sat, 03 Mar 2012

I did it

It's not enough that I have updated my blog. I've been specifically asked to blog about the Last Great Race on Earth, the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race. 

Technically, the race doesn't begin until the first Sunday after the first Saturday in March. However, there is a Ceremonial Start in Anchorage on the first Saturday. The mushers do a quick eleven-mile run to Campbell Airstrip and then get trucked to the real starting line at the third checkpoint. 

So, on day two, the race will really get going with the Official Start, this year in Willow Lake. Because this is an even-numbered year, the race will take the northern route — which doesn't actually go through Iditarod — on their way to Nome and the finish line.

Here's the first musher off the Ceremonial Start: 


You might not be able to tell, but there's an "Iditarider" tagging along. Not the guy on the second sled. In the first sled, bundled up. Almost all of the racers have one of these people along for the ride during this first, short leg.

The guy behind? I'm not sure yet. Oh, and this first musher on the Ceremonial Start isn't an official competitor. He's an honorary musher, chosen for his contributions to the sport.


I’ve been corrected. This just came in:

This data was submitted on: Thursday, March 29, 2012 at 16:59:40
firstname:      Macy
lastname:       Teeter
comment:        Hi! I saw your blog as I was googling
pictures from the 2012 Iditarod start
and ran across your one picture.. the
first one on the first musher starting
out of the iditarod start on 3/3/12...
That's not actually the honorary
musher.. that's the Jr. Iditarod
champion and the person on the tag sled
(sled behind Conway) is his friend and
second place jr iditarod finisher Ben
Lyon.. just so you know happy

I don’t know Ms. Teeter’s credentials, but I presume she wouldn’t lie to me about something as important as this!

The competitors drew lots at a dinner the night before and got to choose the order they started in, with each in turn choosing the spot he or she wanted of the remaining slots. All 66 of them. How many will finish?

I took most of my pictures from the fourth floor of a five-story parking garage one block from the starting line and four blocks from my condo.

Here's the first "official" competitor:


He's Ray Redington, Jr., and as of this writing, he's still in first place (naturally, since this is only the Ceremonial Start). 

As the morning progressed and I got colder and colder (as long as you're moving you can stay plenty warm even in today's 26 degree weather. But once you hold still a while, all your body heat escapes. My toes really started to hurt eventually), I also got better at taking photos with my phone. Until it got too cold. 

Every one of the mushers started differently. Some were slow, and their dogs just kind of trotted a little. The first several teams out were like that. But a few started out like day one wasn't just the ceremonial start — they were really moving fast. 


That's Wade Marrs, who's not afraid to be seen in pink.  

I won't bore you with photos of every single musher… But after the first thirty had passed, I noticed the spectators had thinned, so I walked down to the street and down along the route to see if I could get some close-up shots.

Here's one of the very last few competitors, just approaching the first turn onto Cordova Avenue…


And here's Braxton Peterson just starting the first turn. You can see one of his runners lifting as he adjusts his weight. Yes, I could almost touch 'im: 


See that red building just the other side? That's the new soup kitchen. My condo is just the other side of it.

Yup, home sweet home is only a block from the first turn of the Iditarod route!


And it's a good thing, too, because I was cold!

Remember how I said if you're moving you stay warm, but if you hold still for very long your body heat escapes? Well, if you'll notice, all those mushers are standing on the sled runners. They're holding still. But the sleds are moving — anywhere from five to twenty miles per hour; so there's an apparent wind, even if the weather is calm. Which, in Alaskan winter, it's not. Ever. And Anchorage is anywhere from 20 to 120 degrees warmer than the interior. So… They are going to be way, way colder.

Good luck, Iditarod mushers! 

posted at: 21:34 |

Thu, 01 Mar 2012

Signs, Signs, Everywhere a Sign

As the song goes…

Here's a typical streetscape between my condo and office, as I'm driving to work.


Boring and ordinary, I know.

But look a little closer…


Did you see it?


Ah, there it is! The dancing hobo!

I don't think this is an official Municipality of Anchorage sign. It's about twenty feet after a more traditional pedestrian crossing sign. Why is it here? Because this is at a bus stop right at the turn off to the city lockup, and one block north and west is the homeless shelter. In fact, there is a hostel, a soup kitchen, the social services department, and a subsidized housing facility all within the two miles between my condo and the office. There is a constant and perpetual parade of indigents through the area. I think I chose the area with the greatest concentration of unlucky people in all of Anchorage.

Did I mention that they're building a new soup kitchen a block away from my condo?

posted at: 18:53 |

Wed, 29 Feb 2012

Back to Routine

Now that everyone has safely returned from the funeral and burial, I've gotten back into a routine in Anchorage. 

As promised nearly three weeks ago, I did return to town center park to take photos of the trees and ice sculpture.


That one's a little blurry. Here is a close-up of a sculpture:


And some of the trees:


 Overall, a very attractive downtown.  

posted at: 22:42 |

Wed, 22 Feb 2012

Sacramento Bee Obituary

Dad's passing has been noted by his regional newspaper, the Sacramento Bee.

posted at: 23:07 |

Sun, 19 Feb 2012

My Dad

On Thursday afternoon, I learned that my father had been found by my mother unconscious in their home. He was rushed to the hospital and immediately sent into surgery. However, he remained non-responsive. A scan early Friday morning found no higher brain activity.

After numerous phone calls, texts, and in-person consultations with expert medical advisors, our family made the difficult decision to disconnect the ventilator. He passed away shortly afterward.

Dad was an influential man, far beyond his family. Dr. Marc Earl Hall, known as "President Hall" for both professional and ecclesiastical reasons, had been a prominent member of both the Sacramento academic and religious communities for more than forty years. 

As a consultant, Assistant Chancellor, and Executive Vice Chancellor of the Los Rios Community College District, Dad was instrumental in strategic planning leading to the acquisition of real estate that later became campuses for Cosumnes River College and Folsom Lake College. Subsequently, as President of Cosumnes River College, he orchestrated the construction of new academic wings, a new student center, and a new gymnasium. 

In parallel with his leadership in the academic community, Dad served in a number of positions within the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, including as Bishop of the Del Campo Ward and President of the Carmichael Stake.

Upon his "retirement" at age 50, Dad and Mom served on several multiple-year missions for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, including extended stays in Russia (Moscow and Yekaterinburg), Ukraine (Kyiev), Poland (Warsaw), and Thailand (Bangkok). In Yekaterinburg, Dad served as mission president for three years. 

Dad and my mother, Cherylee Green Hall, were planning to celebrate their 50th anniversary this summer. My mother, my five sisters, many grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and I will all greatly miss my Dad.

Arrangements for funeral and/or memorial services have not yet been finalized, although the tentative plan is for a service in Carmichael on Saturday, February 25 at 10:00 a.m.


posted at: 22:55 |

Mon, 13 Feb 2012

New Week, New Adventures

Snow Removal Machine 

The week I arrived in Anchorage, the snow had accumulated far more than usual, and clean up crews were having trouble keeping up. Property owners who had parking lots to clear pushed the snow to the perimeter — but after a while, that takes up too many spaces.

So they have to haul the snow away, like this:


Imagine not being able to go to sleep because the heavy equipment is running under your window, with the rev of the diesel engines and the beeping of the backup warnings. 


Finally, I had to take a walk to get away from the noise. When I came back more than an hour later, they were still going at it! Note, this is not the same dump truck. They take about six of the articulated front loader’s buckets and drive off. There’s always one waiting to replace it. Lots and lots of snow.

Speaking of walking, I've been trying to get out and about whenever the weather cooperates. One of the unusual things I've seen on my constitutionals is this man training his reindeer:


I didn't get a very good shot, because they kept moving around through the snow, him shouting and pulling the lead on the caribou's bridle, while the animal jumped through the snow. I wanted to call, "Hey, everybody knows they only fly on Christmas Eve!", but I didn't think he'd take it in good humor. Remember, this is the middle of a city of a quarter-million people. Imagine seeing somebody training a white tailed deer in Forest Park in Saint Louis for comparison.

I also noticed that Anchorage has its very own "Occupy" protesters. Darn it, I just missed the speech promised for Sunday at 2:00.


This is the town center park, right near all the arts and entertainment venues. The park has a bunch of ice sculptures and the trees are all lit up with blue lights at night — but the sculptures have seen better days, especially now that we've seen several days in the last week with above-freezing temperatures. I'll try and get some photos of the lights and the illuminated art, but I can't promise anything. 

This is my approximate route:

View Larger Map

posted at: 02:38 |

Fri, 10 Feb 2012

Day 7

Housekeeping, Mostly

Went shopping today — got a load from Sam's Club and no M&Ms! I shocked even myself.

However, I don't think I'll be saving much money. Based on the prices for raw food, I would probably come within 30 percent if I just ate every meal at a restaurant. 

I've also been running all of the dishes that came with my furnished condo through the dishwasher. It's one of those two-thirds-sized jobs, so I can only put about a quarter of the stuff through at a time. I did the utensils last night, the plates, bowls, and cups this morning, and now I'm running about half of the pots. 


Because when I pulled them out of the storage closet to put them in the kitchen cabinets, they were all greasy and spotted, like somebody rode 'em hard and put 'em away wet. 

At work I made a breakthrough in getting my new application up and running — Finally got the app to write to the back-end database. Only 19 days to go before our first delivery date! 


posted at: 01:34 |

Thu, 09 Feb 2012

Days 5 and 6

Moving Day

After the usual breakfast at the Ramada, I packed up, put my bags in the car, and checked out.

No, I'm not coming home.

Instead, after work I moved one block east to the Anchorage Uptown Suites and Condominiums (Condominia?), where I will be putting down roots (yes, they're ugly and their momma dresses them funny) during my stay here in Anchorage.

In the new digs I will have a complete apartment, with kitchen, bedroom, full bath, and living room. I'll continue to have a lovely view of the eastern sky and mountains, plus I get to look in my neighbor's windows across the alley winking 

Dinner was once again at the Slippery Salmon — I walked over without a coat, hat, or gloves, and it wasn't too cold. Chili and the House Salad, washed down with… Dr. Brown's Cream Soda. I think I've just about exhausted the menu at the Slippery Salmon, now (yesterday I had the French Dip Netter sandwich; all that's left are pepperoni and Hawaiian pizzas and a bunch of appetizers), so it's a good thing I have a kitchen, now. Tomorrow morning I'll do a little grocery shopping before work and cook myself dinner when I get home.

posted at: 00:32 |

Tue, 07 Feb 2012

Anchorage Days 3 and 4

Everybody Back to Work!

Sunday and Monday were kind of all mooshed together. Breakfast was the usual waffle/oatmeal/juice at the hotel. Dinner was at the Slippery Salmon again, with the Arctic Cuban Panini during the Superbowl and Chicken and Ranch Pizza on Monday night, late. Dr. Brown's Cream Soda (diet!) to wash it down.

Aside from the Superbowl and eating, I looked at two condos on Sunday. Nothing fantabulous, but they were both passable. One was just a little too expensive and one was just a little too far away from the office. 

On Monday, though, I actually met my new colleagues at GCI, including my manager there, Mark Hall. No kidding. Also, I got my desktop system set up and accounts on some development servers, got a quick walk through the datacenter (that makes my basement server closet look well organized), and then dove right into some Perl code. The day flew past at a frightening pace.

We're on a tight schedule to meet our go-live date; so everybody on the team is under some stress — but they seem like a good group. 

Then tonight I looked at one last condo. I think this is the one I've decided on. It's at the low-end of expense, but has a reasonably good vibe and is only 1.4 miles from the office. 

Time to make a decision!

posted at: 01:01 |

Sun, 05 Feb 2012

Anchorage Day 2

Snowed in?

After my nap, I got up and saw that the snow was still falling. Discouraged but not undaunted, I organized my luggage and sorted through all my email and other messages from two days. Then I called my contacts with Bergaila & Associates and GCI to confirm everything for Monday and learned that the work site was not where I was originally told. Fortunately, I had not yet signed a lease for an apartment; so I went online to find a long-term place to stay that would be closer to my office. 

I had done this before and had some contacts, but a couple of the places I had been considering had already been rented. Not deterred, I scheduled a couple of showings for Saturday. 

At about 17:15 I went down to the Slippery Salmon, the restaurant adjacent to the Ramada, and ordered a TBLT wrap and root beer for dinner. After eating, I went up to my room and crashed again until about 04:00 on Day 2 of my Anchorage Adventure.

Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep, I got up, showered, shaved, dressed, and logged in again to look for places to stay and catch up on my news. I munched on a complimentary breakfast in the pre-dawn dark. 

Sunrise came, eventually, and I got my first glimpse of mountains east of town. They were black against the horizon until the sun was fully over the horizon in the southeast. 

In the growing light, I bundled up and went out to see how my rental car had fared.

It was bad: 


See how lonely it looks? This is after the parking lot had been plowed once the night before. 

Fortunately, Alamo had included an ice-scraper and brush with the car, so I was able to get it cleaned up enough to run some errands around town. Here's the car (the one in front) after my return from Fred Meyer and other locations around Anchorage. As you can see, I don't really even need a car, as Anchorage has the People Mover bus line that runs all year 'round. This is the view from my third floor balcony (where I keep my ice cream wrapped up so the snow monkeys don't pee on it) looking east. 


Note that these streets have been plowed multiple times during the night and into the morning; I took this photo in the afternoon. 

After my errands, I visited a couple of condos to see if they suited. Cheap rent is not available in Anchorage, even in the dead of winter; a furnished studio starts at about $1350 a month and goes up to around $1800, depending on location, amenities, and length of stay. The less expensive ones tend to be old, miles away from everything, or in bizarre configurations — or all three.

Fortunately, the weather was clear and relatively warm — high reached about 30 degrees. Totally bearable and overall quite pleasant after the previous day.

I made a few more appointments to see condos on Sunday and then went back to the Slippery Salmon for dinner — the battered halibut chipotle wrap is pretty good when washed down with a Dr. Brown Cream Soda. 

posted at: 12:44 |

Sat, 04 Feb 2012

Anchorage, Day 1

My Adventure Begins…

Now I’m in Anchorage, where the snow isn’t afraid of falling and the drivers aren’t afraid of six inches on the roads. What a contrast with Missouri! But I’m getting ahead of myself…

I arrived in the wee hours of the morning on Friday, February 3. The plane was full (I was on the aisle, fortunately, but didn’t get more than fifteen minutes of sleep while in the air), which made things a bit uncomfortable. Fortunately, we landed nearly 30 minutes early… which was also a first for me. Just as I exited the parking garage with my rental car, it started to snow.

And snow.

And snow.

Fortunately, at 02:30 a.m., there aren’t many cars on the roads, so I had plenty of room to get my snow driving skills back up-to-date. Despite the snowfall, it was nearly as bright as daylight — the phase of the moon and the albedo of the snow made it easy to see.

Anchorage is one of the few cities in Alaska that is laid out on a grid, so finding my way around was relatively easy. My Tom Tom came with maps for Alaska, too, so I was able to navigate without any trouble.

Knowing my hotel room wouldn’t be ready for me when I was ready to crash, I drove around, exploring the land in the falling snow, practicing my driving technique, and marvelling at the sheer quantity of snow as it fell.

At about six-thirty in the morning, about six inches had fallen on the roads, and traffic was starting to build up. Being both tired and uncomfortable with the taffic volumes, I decided that the iced-over windshield in my little front-wheel-drive Chevy Aveo wasn’t going to give me enough visibility to compete with rush hour.

So I pulled into the parking lot at the Ramada in downtown Anchorage and approached the front desk. “Good morning!” I said to Angie, the manager in charge. “I know my room won’t be ready, but I have a reservation for tonight. Can you help me out?”

Angela was very accommodating. She said, “The room you reserved won’t be ready until about noon, but I can store your luggage behind the desk here and you can join us for breakfast around the corner.” She also offered a different room in the interim, but I demurred, deciding that I didn’t want to move my luggage twice if I could avoid it. Instead, I said, “If I could just change my shoes, that would be great.”

So I brought my luggage in through the snow (two trips, snow over my knees), commented on the uselessness of wheeled bags in the current conditions (Angie laughed at that), opened up my big bag to get out some dry boots to replace my soaking airport security-friendly shoes, and left everything else with her.

Breakfast wasn’t particulary exciting, although they had the usual oatmeal and hot chocolate packets, a variety of cold juices and milk, boiled eggs, fruit, and muffins. The make-your-own waffle irons were nice; I made a couple and topped ‘em off with syrup and whipped cream.

Later, as I was nodding off for the third or eighth time in the lobby, Angie announced that my room was ready. I dragged my bags onto a luggage cart and into the elevator to my third floor room.

The bed was wonderful, and I slept until about three in the afternoon.

At three, though, I got up, showered, dressed, and looked outside to see what the weather was like.

The snow was still falling.

posted at: 17:06 |

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