August 1, 2014

Auto This World

Yesterday, I dropped off my 2013 Subaru Outback at the dealership for what I hope is the last time. It consumes oil and fits the profile of a small group of cars built that year that have this issue. Luckily, I've stuck to the manual and done all the appropriate service stuff so that this will be handled under warranty. Since the issue started, I've gotten to know the service staff at my local Subaru shop pretty well. First name basis, and regular checks on each others' kids have become the norm.
I bought this car in 2012 after 3 or 4 years of tracking the new body style and the declining health of my previous car (a 2001 Saturn Vue). In researching the Outback, I thought back on the history of cars I've owned so far, and it was a little surprising how many there were in retrospect. Some met with calamity, some died of old age, and some were just no longer useful. I'm not particularly hard on vehicles, but maybe I just have bad motor karma.

Here's the list of cars, along with my memory of why I got them and why I got rid of them:

1981 Volkswagen Rabbit (tan): My first car. 5-speed, so learned to shift just after learning to drive. This thing had lots of miles on it, but there was also something wrong with the motor from the start. I had been saving up money to get a car and it was all I could afford, so it never got the attention it probably needed. Struts were shot very quickly after buying it, but that didn't stop me from driving it to the quarry for some off-roading. Overall, this was a great car for learning about how engines and suspension are supposed to work. A cautionary tale, if you will. I also learned how to do reverse FWD cookies in this car, drag raced it against another Rabbit in the high school parking lot, and ultimately crashed it after the rear end got loose on a massive sheet of ice. Bad conditions + bald tires = calamity. Interestingly, the Chevy Suburban who hit me (I ended up in his lane - he had no options) had to be towed (broken radiator) but I was able to drive the rest of the way home.

1981 Volkswagen Rabbit (green): Having pity on me for the numerous issues with the first car, my folks chipped in for this one. I needed a way to get back and forth. I don't remember much about this one - can't even remember why I got rid of it, but I assume it had worse motor troubles. Our neighbor behind us just happened to be selling his 1980-something Datsun/Nissan (Sentra?) and gave me a deal.

198x Datsun/Nissan Sentra (silver): This was my first experience with getting scammed. Interesting that it was our neighbor who perpetrated the bad deal. This car had lots of hard miles on it, but the price was right, so I lived with it for a few years. I don't think I was ever able to rid the interior of the after shave smell our neighbor left on the stick shift or the steering wheel. At a point, I realized why he got rid of it when it started having trouble delivering gas to the motor. A new carb for this P.O.S. was $700, and since it was an import, there was no skirting it. A used one was $500. I think I paid $900 for the car. Sold it while it didn't even run.

 (<< my actual car!)

1966 Chevy II Nova (navy blue): My favorite car by a long shot. Found it in one of the car magazines at the front of a grocery store. Bought it from a nursing student near Comiskey Park who was having trouble parking it all the time (no power steering). It was a 4-door, 2-speed, straight-6 utilitarian commuter with bench seats. I could fit my drums in the trunk and back seat with ease, plus two people. My dream was to eventually clean it up and add a trailer hitch and a nice stereo. But then I left the color-matched, fitted gas cap at Bockman's (when they were still a gas station), the rear quarter panel got smashed in while parallel parked in downtown DeKalb*, and ultimately, the entire rear end of the car got totaled by a drunk driver, mid-afternoon, while the car was parked off the shoulder, awaiting a tow (fuel pump died). The officer on the scene said it was a 55 MPH collision, and yet all four doors still opened. That was the final straw, and after talking to my insurance agent about what the car was worth before and after that last wreck, I sold it cheap to a friend who was building a similar car. Before all the accidents and other stuff, it was easily the coolest car I have owned.

1991 S10 Pickup, Ext. Cab (white): Another great Chevy in my past. This truck was small, but with the extended cab and full-sized bed with a cap, was the perfect vehicle. It also had a V6, but smaller and more fuel efficient. And in the peak of my rock star halcyon days, it was the perfect cover. Where I had been pulled over just for having long hair in the Nova, I never once caught a second glance in the retiree-mobile. Plus, I could fit a twin mattress between the wheel wells in the back, so after a show, I always had a backup plan if I was too drinky to drive. All that came to a sudden end when I hit an icy patch (again) and slid into the open tailgate of a pickup hauling sand (and not going at a green light), thereby shearing into the motor and totaling the car. It's possible that had I not crushed it, I could still be driving that car today.

1993 S10 Blazer (dark green): This is still my second favorite car. On the heels of the pickup, I wanted something similar, but with a back seat. The Blazer was very similar to a larger, 4x4 version of the pickup, so there was no learning curve. Also, it had a killer motor (4.3L V6) and the stock stereo worked great. For my new job, which took me all over the Chicago area, it was impractical but ideal. There was never a time where I felt trapped in traffic, and weather was no longer a hindrance to travel. On the other hand, it was not built to be a commuter car, and eventually, the heater core died, all the oil fell out, the PCV valve crippled it, and the price of gas came onto everyone's radar. When the price of fixes outweighed the thought of a car payment, we decided to trade it in.

2001 Honda Civic (black): This car, while very nice and well-appointed for the price, was not a good transition from the Blazer. It missed everything I liked about the Blazer and couldn't fit me with three other average-sized adult men comfortably. I don't remember what my plan was for hauling drums, but it was clearly short-sighted. Having seen the new-ish BMW X5 launch event, and also having visited a Saturn dealership with a friend, I was more open-minded about the brand new Vue they were about to launch. In fact, I talked to a salesman and learned that not only were they very roomy inside, but also quite affordable. So, we were able to trade the Civic in on what ultimately became my most practical car.

 (<< not my actual car)

2002 Saturn Vue (silver): Technically, this was my second brand new car, but I don't really count the Civic. The Vue was engineered differently than other cars at the time. It was the first iteration of a platform that GM would eventually use for the Equinox, the SRX, and a slew of others. It rode like a car - center of gravity felt low - but had the interior space of a utility vehicle. The back seat was comfortable and also folded down flat - plenty of room for all the drums. More than once, I was able to fit a full sheet of plywood inside the car to drive it home. That's impressive. FWD meant it typically got 28 MPG in general, so it was practical. Also, I didn't have a major issue with the car for 10 years, which seems unheard of these days. 5 years without payments or significant repairs. Near the end, though, while closing in on 150K miles, a cylinder dropped out and while it was repaired (but never quite the same), it had done damage to the already old catalytic converter. Based on any car buying guide, a replacement catalytic converter (parts alone) would be more expensive than the retail price of the car. Plus, we had a new baby, and I didn't want to take chances.

2013 Subaru Outback 2.5i Premium (graphite gray): I had been looking at the Outback since Subaru updated the look in 2009. They made it more roomy in the back seat and I liked the overall aesthetic of the car. I also wanted something that would handle like the Blazer in adverse conditions. There was an option for an upgraded stereo, but the standard one sounded great in the showroom. I could save $2000 by getting a manual transmission. I saved more by not bothering with a sun roof. Ultimately, after an afternoon in the dealership, I got the price and payment I wanted with an extended warranty to boot. So far, barring the oil consumption issue (not insignificant), it's my dream car. Without the oil issue, it might have already landed in my number 2 spot. I'll need to drive the Outback 8 more years to beat the reliability of the Vue, and retrofit a turbo to rival the speed and ass-kicking factor of the Blazer. The Nova is nearly mythical in my mind; it'd be hard to beat for the number 1 spot.

Jennie will get the next new car, so I hope the Outback can be what I originally expected it to be after the motor is replaced. At the end of this run, though, I'd really like to get a 1970 Monte Carlo - assuming gas engines are still legal by then.

[Aside: There's a Dodge Omni somewhere in there, too, but I didn't count it because it never ran. An erstwhile former roommate left it behind and sent me the title rather than getting it running and moving it himself. Then, I started getting tickets for the non-running car, so it wasn't much of a gift, and it didn't come close to covering what he owed me 9and quite a few others). Got $35 for it at a bone yard down the street.]

* = While I was inside a restaurant, the car was parked on the street, 3rd in a line of 5 cars. Somehow, someone twitched or lost control for enough time to pick my car out of the lineup and smash into it. They took off, too, but a guy on the sidewalk left me a note with the license plate number and his phone number (he said he was a lawyer, would be willing to witness in court). I presented it to the police, and the cop came back and told me it was a young woman living in student/parent housing. He said she was very apologetic. I dropped it. I was broke, too, but didn't have a kid to feed. Just a few months later, the car was destroyed, anyhow. I feel like the Nova was doomed, but offered the chance for some good karma more than once.

July 23, 2014

So Tell Me Who The F**k Are You?

Since as far back as I can remember, I've enjoyed writing. I don't know who you are, dear reader, but I realistically expect that you're someone I already know and have a reasonable expectation of what it is I might write. You'll likely have an impression of who I am as a person, and having read this far, you're likely either family or a friend.
In high school, I used to write with my grandmother as my intended audience. It put all kinds of filters in place and forced my brain to re-think my grammar, but also my explanations of things. I wrote as though it was a letter to be sent to her.

Now, I write with my wife in mind. She's a peer, fairly tech-savvy, knows me well, and is tired of my old, stale jokes. The filters are a little different, obviously. All of that is anecdotal and came into my consciousness as I was thinking about how great it is to be a music fan right now. I know - it's some leap.

This morning, the USB drive I had left in my work PC overnight was ready. I started a process that analyzed all 2200 songs on it and leveled the volume on each and every track. My wife, I imagine, has already rolled her eyes. (This seemed like it was heading somewhere interesting, but now it's about software. Ugh.)

The USB drive has a distillation of roughly 200 favorite albums on it and I leave it in my car. I got a new car a couple years ago with a USB port connected to the stereo. I've been listening to the music on the drive since I got the car, and have had to adjust the volume with each song, almost every day. This might not seem like a big deal, but it's a lot of adjusting.

A few years earlier, I did an informal poll of friends of mine who care about this kind of stuff (as well as MP3 tagging, ripping CDs, etc.) and was turned on to MediaMonkey. I used it a lot right away - so much so that I plunked down $25 for a lifetime upgrade license.

Fast-forward to yesterday. I plugged the drive into my work PC and let it process the volume leveling function in the background while I worked. It finished up over night, and this morning it is done. I'm listening to the music on the drive and Bad Brains is even with Mute Math! Even better, there's an "auto DJ" algorithm that's choosing what might sound good next to other things and fading in/out from song to song.

Rarely do I spend money on software and think "I got more than I expected here" but that's certainly the case for MediaMonkey. If you listen to music regularly and have acquired files from various different sources in the past (including ripping them yourself), I highly recommend MediaMonkey. Lifehacker agrees, mostly. (Their biggest gripe can be addressed here: http://www.mediamonkey.com/wiki/index.php/DreadM's_Skins)The Gold license is also worth it if you plan to do any manual cleanup of files or tags. For me, the volume leveling feature was worth the price.

And so, to wrap up, I will now be able to drive around with my music blaring and without having to adjust the volume each time the song changes. Well, until I take it in to have the motor replaced, but that's a post for a different day.

July 10, 2014

Net Dreams

Update - 7/14/14: Well, that was uneventful. I guess everyone who follows the NBA knows where Carmelo's loyalty lies (and I'm not talking about NYC). Now I hope that Gasol and his championship experience (along with McBuckets and Mirotic) can still overtake the Cavs. (I'm not worried about the Knicks as a threat. For a while, anyhow.)

Here’s my take on Derrick Rose and the Carmelo Anthony sweepstakes. If Derrick throws his hat in the ring and recruits, and Carmelo doesn’t end up here, then Rose loses. There are so many factors beyond whether the two stars can get along that it seems silly that it’s an issue whether he is involved in the pitch or not.

I don’t remember Carmelo Anthony being voted MVP of the league, so it’s even more odd to think that a former MVP would need to plea with another player to help him. LeBron didn’t exactly do that – he worked with Wade, Bosh, and the Heat to get what he wanted. I’m not sure why there’s this expectation of Rose to do a song and dance. His presence at a pitch meeting seems pretty low on the list of reasons why Carmelo might come here. 

Further, there’s a reasonable chance that Rose recruits heavily but then never plays another game in the NBA. His health is probably the biggest unknown in this entire situation. If he doesn't come back at elite player status, then the Bulls are saddled with his salary and another huge contract with Melo, relinquishing any hope of adding or changing other good players. They'd be stuck for a few years. *

The simple take, in my eyes, is whether Carmelo Anthony is more driven by long-term financial security or his legacy as a player. Neither Los Angeles nor New York seem like they're on the verge of a championship; Chicago offers him the best opportunity to win in the 2014/2015 season. If it's even somewhat about the money, then he might as well stay in NY and help the Knicks try to get his hometown a championship. 

While most people would take that cash grab and try to rebuild, I think he's already done that when he left the Nuggets in the past. He's got the money already (and he's not looking at playing for free, either), so I could see him being enticed to try to win a title at this stage in his career. Besides, if he wins a title in Chicago, his endorsements could make up for any contract deficit, and probably exceed it.

I hope he gets to the Bulls without turning them into the Knicks (trading away too much talent to get him) and being hamstrung by his contract for years to come.

* - I don't think Rose is soft, but I definitely think he's accident/injury-prone. One of the first stories I remember hearing about him when he was a rookie was an accident with a knife, where he couldn't practice and almost severed tendons. (http://www.nbcchicago.com/news/sports/Roses-Thorn-is-a-Knife.html)

June 13, 2014

Drumming Influence - Rey Washam

Beyond my circle of musically active friends, I think there are probably very few folks who are not drummers who know the name Rey Washam. Hell, even within the circle, I’d be impressed to find out more than 20% know who he is.
At a point, I could tell who he was by his playing alone. When the Didjits put out an EP after I thought they had disbanded, I jumped on it. They were one of my favorite live bands in the 80s, and I was hopeful for anything new. The songs were okay, but not up to Didjits snuff in my opinion, but the drumming was fantastic.

Clearly human despite the rock-solid time; aggressive and fresh like I hadn’t heard before. Or had I? I didn’t put it all together until much later, but Washam had played on lots of stuff I liked, and I gravitated toward that stuff mainly because of the drumming. Like Helios Creed, for example:

Before I ever heard Helios Creed, I had a Touch and Go compilation record called “God’s Favorite Dog” that featured a couple of songs I couldn’t get out of my head by a band called Scratch Acid.  Eventually, I’d get a copy of The Greatest Gift, which has since become one of my all-time favorite records. Here’s a song from both compilations:

Rather non-traditional, but where sometimes jazzy drumming becomes disorienting or off-putting, this insanity seems to always be grounded. The best example of this is Steve Albini’s project called Rapeman. The first time I heard it, I was stymied by the drumming. It’s both brutal and delicate; basic and yet insanely difficult.

If you’ve made it through each of those videos, you’ll likely hear a bit of a connection. Washam has always had a very distinct snare sound, dripping with reverb and echo. He’s also so mechanically on time, it’s hard to believe he’s not being helped out in the studio. The last video is of Scratch Acid tearing up the Touch and Go 25th anniversary party at the Hideout in Chicago. He’s still got it…

May 17, 2014

On Basketball and Ownership

[6/11/14 Edit: More drama - Sterling opted to go quietly and the NBA found a suitor in Steve "DEVELOPERS" Ballmer. A week went by without a peep, then we got word yesterday that Sterling will now retain his team and sue the NBA for a lot of money. In a statement loaded with veiled threats, he basically said that the NBA bullied him, his private discussions are his own and shouldn't be grounds for anything, and that his rights were violated. I've heard more than one radio personality question what his lawyers are doing, but I'd submit that Sterling is a lawyer, himself. Clearly, he's used to being the autocrat and possibly there's some dementia mixed in as well. But, this move is just dumb. Playing cooperative and then springing back to action once things have settled, only to reaffirm in everyones' minds just what a jerk he is - if it's not dementia, it's megalomania in its worst form. I hope his wife has actual proof that can finalize this mess and get Donald out of the spotlight again, as quickly as he got into it.]

[5/19/14 Edit: Donald Sterling was not only banned, but is also being forced to sell the team. He was fined $2.5 million as well, and he has decided to fight that. The league has rules, and to be an owner, he must have agreed to be bound to those rules. At the same time, losing the franchise and being banned from the NBA for life seems like a punishment to fit the crime. The fine seems like he's being charged for his views, and this was a private conversation in his home. Not that I have any actual sympathy for the man, but it seems like he should be able to say what he wants. Again, no longer being able to profit from or even attend NBA functions seems like an appropriate punishment for damage done to the league. I'm quite surprised he didn't deny things, claim the tape was altered, mention some new medication, or anything. In fact, maybe the fine is fit punishment for his subsequent and idiotic interviews since the initial episode.]

[Editor's note: I forgot to actually publish this, but I wrote it before NBA commissioner Silver passed his verdict to ban Donald Sterling for life, and before Sterling further imploded in front of Anderson Cooper on national television. Glad to see the NBA take such a stance, but I'm wary of the "contrite" Sterling, and I expect he'll have a reality show before long.]

I'm not sure of the best way to approach this conundrum of an NBA owner having such racist beliefs. It's hard to parse. On the one hand, he's clearly the worst kind of insulated, rich asshole, where having money is proof that his way is the right way. On the other hand, he is rich and he has a right to be a bigoted, racist asshole if he so chooses.

We're back into the Chik-fil-a/Komen/Mozilla mire, where an entire organization doesn't necessarily reflect the thoughts and insanity of the owner/CEO/management. In each of these cases, there was some major disconnect or hypocrisy that made the exclusions egregious. In this case, Sterling makes the case of a slave owner, talking about how he gives his players food and shelter. He says he knows Magic Johnson well and he's a person deserving of admiration, but he doesn't want a black guy like that going to his basketball games. Not sure how the spin team will fix that outright racism, but I'm looking forward to hearing the explanation. *

I heard Mike Greenberg on ESPN radio talking about getting Magic Johnson to sit court-side at a Clippers game if Donald Sterling is suspended or sanctioned. I think Magic's original plan of never going to a Clippers game as long as Sterling is the owner is a better plan. Rubbing his nose in it is petty. Boycotting his business is appropriate; but this is where it gets sticky.

Like the similar cases I mentioned earlier, the players, the support team, the arena workers, and even the fans who have bought Clippers gear should not have to be penalized for one man's ideology. But, like the other cases, he's not just a customer service representative, he's the owner of the team.

So, what's the appropriate action in a case like this? It's hard to imagine someone so ingrained in the NBA (he's the most tenured owner) would simply retire and hand over the business to someone else - especially when they have the best Clippers team in the history of the organization.

Boycotting hurts everyone down the line, but I think in this day and age, that it's the only real way to get a message across that the belief system he's relied on is no longer one that works for his business. I love chicken sandwiches, Firefox, and fighting against cancer, but there are alternatives for each of those businesses, so I could switch pretty easily. I never cared about the Clippers, and now I wish they'd change ownership.

* My bet is on "new medication" that has had him out of sorts.