October 18th, 2014


It's early, but I'm beat

Didn't do much of anything except clean up cat poop in three places which were not the litter box, before making the 10-minute walk to the nearest light rail station. As I was a block away two long trains (4 or more cars each) stopped at my stop and moved on. There were no trains scheduled in that time frame. The next was at the scheduled 11:54, and it was packed to the gills, but enough people got off that there were places to stand. It was only 5 stops to NASA, but people kept getting on and not off.

At NASA most of the passengers unloaded, making for a very crowded platform, because police and sheriff people were stopping us from crossing the tracks to get to NASA. Our train had to leave the station for us to cross.

There was a long line for shuttle buses, so I walked to the entrance, about 15 minutes, lots of strollers and screaming children.

I do not know why parents of children too young to understand anything bring their children to these events. And I'm going to be racist here and observe that people from India bring whole extended families, many members of which have no idea what they are doing there. And they find spots on the lawns to have picnics, whole family picnics. Being more racist, when I'm at a local park, it's the Mexicans who do this the most, but I didn't see any Mexicans at the NASA event. None. There were people of almost all other ethnicities. There were even women in full Chadoor.

NASA spent a lot of online and email time yelling loudly that everyone needed a ticket to get in, and there were only 120,000 of them. But at the gate nobody was checking tickets, and on campus there must have been twice that number. It's a huge campus, but there was nowhere one could look without seeing hundreds at a glance. The lines to the few open buildings were way long and slow, all the many outdoor exhibits were designed to be seen close up, but the crowds were too thick, unless you were a child or a very aggressive adult. Which I am not.

The one exception was Hangar One, which is huge, and they had three paths in and out on both sides.

And there was so much eye candy engaging in amateur modeling and selfies.

There were two places I would have been willing to wait in line for, but it turned out those needed a special pass, something NASA had not publicized much.

Signage was almost non-existent. When it was there, it was at the place it was describing. In theory there were 100 food trucks somewhere, but I never saw them, or any signs pointing to them.

They did one thing well - there were more porta potties than half a million people could use. One other thing they did not do well is they hired event staff from out of town, Sacramento for example, who couldn't direct me to anything.

I walked about 5 miles. Finally gave up at around 3:30, got into the line for th shuttle and thought the big black tour buses would be going to Mountain View Caltrain, but they only took us the the NASA light rail stop a few minutes away.

More photos here.

Where there was another huge mob line. I got onto the third train which came by, almost empty when it arrived, over-filled when it departed. By the time it reached my stop enough people were getting off so I could get to the exit.

Plan A was to meet up with Janice after for coffee, but she had made her usual mistake of thinking the twins would be on time, and actually arrived later than I did. We never saw each other (were not planning to).

Sadly, there was a memorial at Saratoga theater which I had blown off because the NASA open house looked like it was not going to happen again in my lifetime. 

Home, Domino is looking bad. I'm sort of blaming it on trying her on soft food this past week, but the reason I did that was she was looking weak. She was not interested in treats, which is major.

I'm going to give her overnight, and if she is still looking sickly, I'll call Banfield and try to get an appointment. My other vets are closed Sundays, and I don't want to wait until Monday if she is looking as bad tomorrow as she did this morning. I'm worried that this might be youth in Asia time for her. But I would not be surprised. She has gone from overweight to rail-thin, and lately has been curling up under furniture instead of in her bed or on a cat tree. I adopted her at about this time of year in 1997, she was already more than a year old.  18 is getting on for a cat.

Plans for tomorrow:
Godspell at Notre Dame (a friend's master's thesis performance)
Remove the beta test cable modem/router and put the good ones back.

play the rest by ear