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25 Feb

Working for the Memories

Last week I posted an audio story about how my mom and her family communicated with each other by tape when my grandfather was deployed in Vietnam.

I mentioned the incalculable hours that in some way went into making that post and said I would explain some of the background work you didn’t see.

In 2009 I was working part time for a company that among other things converted all kinds of old media to digital. That included things like 35mm photo slides, 8mm movie film, reel-to-reel audio tapes, records, VHS tapes and cassette tapes.

Sitting in my parents’ basement were a box of reel-to-reel tapes, a few movie reels, a film projector and a reel-to-reel player. Since I learned how to use that older equipment, I set to trying to digitize my grandparents’ old stuff.

I started with the audio tapes:

Which involved this machine:

A few years earlier, my younger brother and I had tried to use the machine, but couldn’t quite figure it out. Turns out it was broken anyway. After opening it up, and a quick (lucky) find on eBay, I had a replacement belt for one of the motors and a working machine.

The transfer process can sometimes be a bit convoluted. In this case, it involved running an audio cable from the tape player to my camcorder, which was in turn connected to my computer. Slightly complicated, but it worked.

Things went well for a few tapes. For being as old as they are, they sound remarkably well.

Then while I was playing a tape, a loud BANG and a puff of white smoke came from inside the machine. I quickly unplugged it, recovered from a minor heart attack, and found that it had just blown a capacitor. I had to wait a few days for the new $0.15 modern capacitor to arrive, but it was pretty easy to solder in place and finish the recording process.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago, when I listened the audio files from each tape on my computer. Using Adobe Premiere editing software, I was able to make little clips of each section that sounded like something I might use in the story.

I just happened to be going to dinner with my parents, and brought along a (very cheap) microphone and recorder on the off chance my mom was willing to sit down for an interview. I was kind of surprised that she immediately said yes, and her insight I think added a lot to the story I was already forming in my head.

The next day I started writing the script, but stopped after about a page. What I had wasn’t terrible, but I just wasn’t happy with the direction it was going. Mainly the issue was that I did a lot more of the setup before you ever heard any of the old audio, which is really the whole story.

I stepped away for a day, and on the Metro ride into work I brought along a notebook and started over. It took a second night of writing on the subway, but I think the result was much better the second time around.

The next step was recording my audio. Without access to a recording studio, I opted for the next best location — the closet in my bedroom. With the Flashlight app on my cellphone lighting the way, I was able to record my track and feed the audio into my computer.

From there, it was just a matter of using the editing program to splice together my audio, the interview with my mom and those small clips I had pulled from the original audio.

The post last week included two pictures from the era. Those are part of more than 1,700 of my grandparents’ 35mm slides that I scanned in 2009. Just like the audio tapes, the pictures are things I had never seen and provide a look into what their lives were like back then.

They even help connect to our family today. In some of the pictures you can see a striking resemblance between my mom and aunt and some of their kids. The backgrounds of the photos inside their various houses are interesting too. They show a lot of the artwork and decorations they had that were the treasured keepsakes in their house when we packed it up five years ago.

Many of those things are in our homes today. For example, check out the wall behind my grandmother in this picture:

As I type this, I can actually reach out to my left and touch one of those scrolls, which are hanging in my bedroom.

Here’s a bonus piece of audio (50 seconds) from the tapes that didn’t make the original story, with my grandfather talking about where he got the scrolls:

So, lots of overall work, but definitely worth experiencing those memories.

By cjhannas audio family Nana Poppop technology Uncategorized
23 Feb

To Beard or Not to Beard

I don’t hate many things in this world, but shaving is one of them.

Unfortunately, so is the result of not shaving.

I can go about three days without shaving and be perfectly comfortable, and most weeks that’s what I do. On the third day, I even start to think crazy things like, “You know, this isn’t so bad. I could rock this.”

The Day 3 look usually gets mixed reviews. Judge for yourself:

The problem comes on the fourth day. A miniscule amount of growth happens, but it’s just enough to become uncomfortable and make people question if I have bathed recently.

So on Day 4, I go through the routine of returning to normal society, knowing in a few days I’ll just have to go through the same process all over again.

If anyone happens to travel into the future anytime soon and sees some sort of auto-shaving robot, please pick one up and bring it back for me. Thanks.

And if you’re not sure about the beard yet, I’ll share this picture from a few years ago. I believe it was taken during a period when I would let the facial hair go a few extra days longer than normal, but put some effort into cleaning up the look a little:

By cjhannas beard Uncategorized
22 Feb

Glass Mostly Full

When someone presents you with a good news/bad news situation, I definitely advocate taking the bad news first and ending on a good note.

So I won’t even give you the option.

I wrote a few weeks ago about a writing project I’m working on in a quasi-partnership with my friend AV. We both had projects that had been set aside last year and just needed a little push in order to get going again. We planned on setting benchmarks to make sure we were progressing towards a goal of being done this summer.

The bad news today is that AV has dropped her writing project, because, well, she’s a slacker.

Actually that’s not true at all. She actually had too much going on, and instead of giving a half effort on three projects (the math somehow works out on that) she is rightfully pouring all of her energy into one of them.

The good news is that although we are working on vastly different projects, the spirit of collaboration and pushing each other is the same. You’re still going to eventually see two fantastic things.

I can’t share what she’s doing just yet, but we have made a lot of progress on both projects in the past few days and will let you know about them as soon as we’re ready. Maybe tune in for something April 1…just saying.

By cjhannas Uncategorized writing
17 Feb

Voices From the Past

Some of these posts, I admit, take really no forethought and about three minutes to write.

This one doesn’t have much text, but I assure you I couldn’t begin to count how many hours went into it.

It’s a radio story — think “This American Life” — so you’ll need about 13.5 minutes and either some speakers or headphones.

It might also help to have a picture of the people involved so you can have something to look at while you listen:

Enjoy.

Next time, a little about how all of this came together. Stay tuned.

By cjhannas audio family Nana Poppop Uncategorized
09 Feb

Get Out of My Head

As a twin, I have been asked countless times during my life whether I have the ability to communicate telepathically with my sister.

There’s also the idea that one day I might feel a phantom pain in my finger and find out she shut hers in a door.

If you’re a fan of twin mythology, I’m sorry to say I can’t remember either of those things ever happening.

However, I did have a crazy coincidental communication moment with my younger brother today.

This morning I was thinking about a really random question I had about a website we set up a few years ago. I sent him an email about something else, but forgot to ask about the website. Hours later he responded to my message, and completely out of the blue answered my website question.

I can’t even begin to remember the last time we talked about that site, let alone this particular issue. What is clear is that my brother has hacked my mind.

I should probably change the password.

By cjhannas family Uncategorized
04 Feb

Growing Up on the Farm

I grew up on a dairy farm. Well, it wasn’t a dairy farm when I lived there, but at one time it was.

I just finished reading “Stories From Floris,” a collection of essays written by people who grew up in the same area I did during the early- to mid-1900s. Back then it was all farm land, but except for a few remaining landmarks all that is left are subdivisions and shopping centers.

My neighborhood, Copper Crossing, was built on the land once known as Blossom Hill. A woman who grew up there said her family “had dairy and beef cattle, pigs, poultry, dogs and cats, and a Chincoteague pony.” There are plenty of dogs and cats still there, but in all my years I can honestly say I never saw a Chincoteague pony roaming our streets.

While many of the essays followed the same formula of naming every person ever related to anyone who set foot on each piece of land, it was neat hearing some of the things that never changed. Kids at Blossom Hill played tag at dusk, running around on the same ground that me and my friends used to play flashlight tag on summer nights.

Children also used the many hills in the area for sledding in the winter, doing their best to stay out of the creek that ran through the property. Across the street from my house was a great sledding hill, which with a little more speed than we could ever muster would have landed us in those chilly waters (I may have fallen in once while trying to walk on some ice).

The first person to settle that land came in 1742, when the property was part of Loudon County. Today it is in Fairfax County — a change that unfortunately cost me many snow days as a kid since our neighbors to the west always seemed to have school canceled when we didn’t.

Almost all of the essays lamented the way things have changed. There was an incredible sense of community and a way of life the writers really missed in our modern times. Where their farms once sprawled across the Floris area (now Oak Hill, or Herndon), now there are hundreds of homes packed together.

I put together a quick slide show of the area today, where neighborhoods and shopping centers bear the names of old family farms:

Of course, one nice thing about our community is that there are still some links to the past.

Just across from my neighborhood is the Frying Pan Meeting House, a worship space built in 1791 that hosted services until the late 1960s. Behind the building is a small cemetery where many of the area’s early settlers are buried.

Up the street is a church built in 1895 that served as the main congregation among Floris residents. Today the building — with a few additions — is a Korean Presbyterian Church.

One of my favorite places is Frying Pan Park, a working 1920s-1950s era farm that gives a sense of what the surrounding area was like during that time. It has historical farm equipment, a collection of animals and a nature trail that is one of the most peaceful places I have found to run.

On the park land there are a few buildings left from the early school system. The 1911 Floris Elementary School is there, as well as a 1921 building that high school boys used to learn tractor repair and woodworking (I attended the newer elementary school just up the street, which was built in 1954).

One of those boys wrote about his incredible role in the community, which we might want to think about bringing back today. He was involved in the Future Farmers of America, played on the football team and during his junior and senior years of high school drove the school bus.

That’s right, a high school student was in charge of picking up his classmates and getting them safely to school. I can’t decide if that system today would result in fewer or more surly bus drivers.

If I had read this book a few years ago — when I actually got it — I could have shared a picture of the community’s general store, which also for a time served as the post office. The store and an adjacent house later became a furniture store, which continued to operate when I lived there. A two-lane main road ran just past the store, but became a traffic bottleneck to wider parts of the road on either side. The road eventually needed to be widened, and while the four-lane road is nice, the chain link fence that runs alongside is not as quaint as the historic structure that had to be knocked down.

A look at some of the pieces that remain:

A quick shoutout to friend AV’s blog, Multimediating101.com, where I read about both the free slideshow creation site I used here as well as the type of camera that took the pictures.

By cjhannas books home Uncategorized
03 Feb

One, Two, Tree

If you walked into my house right now, you might make fun of the fact that it is February 3 and we still have a Christmas tree up.

I could tell you that I’m lazy and just haven’t gotten around to taking it down. I could also make the case that it is strategically located in front of a curtain-free window, providing much-needed sun-blocking services:

But really, none of those things would be true. The real problem is that you have never heard of a Super Bowl tree:

Now, I know what you’re thinking — what happens after the Super Bowl ends on Sunday? Well clearly you’ve never heard of a Valentine’s Day tree:

And I can even guess the next thing you’re thinking — so, what, a St. Patrick’s Day tree after that? No. Don’t be ridiculous.

By cjhannas Christmas Uncategorized
29 Jan

Snow More, I Beg You

Mother Nature is capable of snarling even your best-laid plans.

Earlier this week, a snowstorm rolled through our area at the perfect time to make an apocalyptic scene of the evening rush hour. I had watched the forecast on the local news for days, and had a pretty good sense of just when the worst was supposed to hit.

That led to a plan to beat the snow, which actually just worked to put me right in the middle of the madness.

I normally drive to the Metro at about 8:30 p.m. in order to arrive at work sometime between 9:30 and 9:45. But the morning of the snow, every meteorologist said the worst of the snow was going to start between 4 and 5 p.m., and that we would get a total of about 3-5 inches of snow where I live.

With that information, my plan was simple — drive to the Metro parking garage at 3:30, nap there for a few hours, then take an early train into the city to grab a bite to eat before work.

I slept for a few hours, and woke up to check the latest forecast. In that time, the timeline for the worst of the snow had been moved up and the expected amount of snow had been doubled. Awesome.

As I walked out the door just before 3:30, traffic was moving smoothly on the road in front of our neighborhood and only a light sleet was falling from the sky. I felt encouraged and confident that my plan was going to turn out well.

Given the conditions, I skipped the small, windy road I usually take to the Metro, opting instead for a series of highways (Fairfax County Parkway, Route 50, Interstate 66) that I assumed would be in better shape. Unfortunately, so did everyone else, and the moment I got onto the Fairfax County Parkway, traffic came to a complete stop.

And then the snow started.

Having grown up in this area, I know it only takes a few flakes to turn normally insane drivers into something that resembles a herd of newborn giraffes trying to find their footing. Cars slide left and right off the road. A driver slams on the gas, sees that isn’t getting him anywhere and decides to just keep flooring it in hopes something magically changes. In short, it isn’t pretty.

The route I chose usually takes about 20 minutes to drive. In the ever-deteriorating conditions on this day, it took me six hours. The trip was 360 minutes of driving 10 feet, stopping for 10 minutes, driving seven feet, stopping for 15 minutes, dodging stalled cars, merging two lanes into one to get past the guy who couldn’t make it up the hill and watching as pedestrians easily out-walked even the fastest car.

In short, it was a nightmare. If it weren’t for a phone equipped with the Internet and an iPod packed with podcasts, I may have gone insane.

At about the two-hour mark, I had made it roughly four miles from my house. I was on a section of the Parkway that features a slight uphill. The slow pace of traffic was actually helping a lot of drivers — since we weren’t going more than two miles per hour, it was rarely necessary to touch the gas pedal. But some people missed the memo.

It was here that I had my only close call of the trip. A driver had managed to get his car sideways across both lanes about midway up the small hill. I watched, almost in a daze, as he repeatedly slammed on the accelerator, alternating between forward and reverse, in an attempt to get pointed in the right direction. The result was a lot of noise, and a car sliding uncontrollably sideways down the hill. A few times the car came within inches of my own, until thankfully there was enough of an opening for me to squeeze by safely.

A lot of drivers recognized their lack of ability to handle the conditions (or just became frustrated and gave up), abandoning their cars on the side of the road. Or sometimes in the middle of the road. As each piece of a mile went on, I had a rolling mental calculus going to consider my options. The range started at pull over and walk home, pull over and walk to my parents’ house, pull over and walk to the Metro, and of course pull over and start a dance-off in the middle of the snowy road. OK, maybe not the last one.

Strangely though, at no point did it occur to me to take a picture of the scene. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t have the time. So to make up for my lack of photo evidence, please enjoy this photo from snowy Alaska featuring my aunt, grandfather and mom holding a group of fish:

Photo unrelated in any way to this story

The option I decided to pursue was basically, “I have gone this far, I might as well keep going.” As the hours and hours rolled on, I took solace in the small milestones: getting to the next intersection, passing another snowplow idling on the shoulder, seeing another police car dodge oncoming traffic instead of using our lanes. I can’t even describe my excitement when I actually exited onto a new road.

Of course, the entire time I was driving I became more and more sure that I was going to make it to the Metro, only to have them close down the above-ground portion of the system. That would include the station I was driving to, and supposedly happens when there is eight inches of snow.

Shortly before I arrived at the station, I checked Facebook from my phone. One of my contacts had posted something about Metro shutting down…the bus system. I only had a small heart attack when reading the first half of that sentence. Thankfully though, the train portion of my trip was entirely uneventful and I made it into work only half an hour after my shift started. My dinner plans shifted to what I could get out of a vending machine, but at least I was there.

On the way home the next morning, the carnage was really incredible. The roads were passable, but the huge collection of abandoned cars was quite a sight. I would estimate I passed at least 100 cars ditched in the snow, some of which were still sitting in the middle of a lane.

So I guess the lesson is here is that planning ahead is good, but planning ahead better is better. Oh, and sometimes the uneventful 20-minute drive is something to be celebrated.

By cjhannas insanity snow Uncategorized
28 Jan

Write On

Motivation is an important force in the creative process.

It’s one thing to have an idea, but without the proper push to actually make it happen the idea is worthless.

Last year, my friend AV (of Godfather advocacy fame) and I both started writing novels that quickly made it into the “I should really start working on that again” portion of our lives. I even signed up for the National Novel Writing Month project in an attempt to make me focus. But due to certain circumstances — mainly that November is a terrible month to work intensively on anything — I stopped writing after just a few days.

For those of you who are looking for two good books to read in the future, I have good news. AV and I are committed to making 2011 a successful writing year.

Our plan is simple: discuss each other’s projects, set deadlines and nag/inspire the other to write. Story outlines and character sketches will be done by April 1. Intensive writing is scheduled for the three-month period beginning June 1.

I’m not sure yet when our Pulitzers will be awarded, but I’ll keep you updated.

By cjhannas Uncategorized writing
23 Jan

Foundation of Sand

With all of the books I have read in my life, I have never regretted reading one because of its physical size.

Until now.

The first book of 2011 was John Grisham’s “The Last Juror,” a story about a young guy who buys a newspaper in a small Southern town where a horrifying murder happens. From the title you can probably get that the resulting trial is a big part of the story.

What isn’t big is the book itself — its 486 pages are contained in a roughly 4×7 inch paperback package. As the last book of a year, this wouldn’t be a problem. I’m not an engineer, but if the towers of books I built during past years are any indication, I could have some issues down the road:

The 2009 stack

The potentially disastrous base of 2011

The book itself is what you would expect from a multi-best-selling mystery/thriller author who basically has his own shelf at Barnes & Noble. Since this one involved a main character running a weekly newspaper, I was able to connect with some of the “slower” portions of the story.

I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the journalistic standards the newspaper editor, Willy, held himself too. Basically if he thought what he was saying could be right, and he wanted that to be the truth, he went with it.

The main crime involves the rape and murder of a mother with two small children who were in the house at the time. Relying on an unnamed source, Willy described the house and “estimated that the children’s beds were about thirty feet from their mother’s.”

He goes on to write that “experts” say it is unlikely the children would testify at trial — his expert being one of the reporters at his newspaper. I’m not saying this kind of thing doesn’t happen all the time, but it’s certainly not what we learn at journalism school.

Writing for a weekly newspaper can be very different from a news outlet with daily deadlines. If you cover something five days before the story has to be written, there isn’t the same energy and pressure to write your piece right away.

The man accused of the mother’s murder (who is arrested in the first chapter — no spoilers) goes on trial and the jury reaches a verdict. Even though he has several days before his deadline, Willy goes directly to his office and begins “typing with a fury” in order to capture the moment.

When I was in college, I wrote for our weekly newspaper, which had a Thursday afternoon deadline. I covered mostly sports, which involved going to a lot of basketball and volleyball games on Saturdays and Tuesdays. At first, I rarely wrote about the Saturday games right after they happened because I had so much time and more fun things to do those nights.

But then I discovered how much better the stories were when I captured them rather than interpreting them through my notes. There was a different energy to walking directly back to my dorm, sitting down at my desk and writing about the game without having to rely on what I had scribbled down.

Because of the genre, I don’t want to say anything more about the story. It’s not a physically solid book for foundation purposes, but storywise I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it.

By cjhannas books Uncategorized