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homemade pizza and a movie about Tonya Harding Wednesday, August 7 2024
With the help of ChatGPT, I implemented yet another nice-to-have on my ESP8266 Remote system today, this one a utility to produce a SQL install script based on the exisiting state of the database, including all the template records in the tables that support templating. ChatGPT thought this was something best done with a shell script, one that I ultimately made to accept six parameters. I got this working nicely, thereby further improving the installation process for this system in new places. Ideally all I'd have to do is copy over the files, set values in config.php, and it would unfurl from there like a plant from a seed.
As I was tinkering with these things, I accidentally managed to delete all my reports, something that is easily done if one runs the "Copy from Template to Tenant" tool when there are no report templates. Thankfully, the reports will be easy to reconstruct, since most of their information gets logged in the report_log table.
Early this afternoon, I loaded up the dogs and drove out to 9W to do a little shopping. Our first destination was Lowes, where I wanted to check out their selection of six by six treated lumber. If they had any ten feet long that were dry (that is, that had been in stock long enough to dry out, since they arrive from the mill saturated with water and chemicals), I might've bought as many as three. But they don't seem to stock six by sixes in ten foot lengths. I ended up only buying two fancy steel post bases for six by sixes that somehow cost over $22 each.
Next I drove to Adam's Fairacre Farms, where I bought the stuff needed to make a pizza. This included mushrooms and a block of Nasoya tofu, the only kind Adam's stocks and which Gretchen has said she doesn't like. Back at the house, I put the bag containing the pizza dough I'd bought in a stainless steel bowl of warm water to get the yeast going and then took Charlotte for a fairly short looping walk west of the Farm Road. There had been a lot of rain last night and the forest seemed to have finally shrugged off the last evidence of a drought. (Storms last night had knocked my only good cannabis plant off the low wooden tower at the edge of the driveway and I'm going to need to repot it.)
Later as I cubed the tofu as part of the pizza-making process, I tasted it to see how it compared with the better tofus I usually buy. Gretchen was right; Nasoya is amazingly flavorless even for a tofu. The key is to pan-sear it and add lots of flavorings like soy sauce and black pepper.
The pizza hadn't been out of the oven long when Gretchen returned from her bookstore shift. (It turned out great despite the Nasoya.) We watched a game of Jeopardy! and the the movie I, Tonya about white-trash Olympic skating antihero Tonya Harding, whose doltish husband instigated an attack on her American rival, Nancy Kerrigan. I remember paying close attention to this drama back in 1994 as it unfolded. That was how I came to watch the Olympic figuring skating competition live on the little black and white television in my childhood home. Seeing the scenes recreated in the movie brought back memories of Harding pouting and pleading her way through her doomed performance. Kerrigan ultimately won a silver medal despite lackluster, graceless skating (though her knee might not yet have fully healed from her attack.) I also remember being extremely impressed by the performance of Oxana Baiul (who is Ukrainian, though I remembered her as Russian). As for I, Tonya, it fun, in a comedy-of-errors kind of way. It was great to see the bumbling conspirators pull off their attack and then so quickly get nabbed by the FBI. As for Tonya Harding, the movie treated her as a more complex character than history has remembered her as being. She had a shitty childhood that led directly into a marriage to an abusive loser, so the fact that she got to the Olympics at all is a remarkable achievement.
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