When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Hunter S. Thompson

29 May 2010

Memorial Day 2010

This post is a Memorial Day tradition at enrevanche, begun in 2006. Thanks to guest blogger C. Scott Smith.

If you're headed to the beach, drive safe - and let's remember the reason for the holiday.  This post will remain up all weekend; I'll "see" you Tuesday.

The date on the grave is shown as March 18, 1945 and the site at the Henri-Chapelle military cemetery is, if my memory serves, on a long rolling hilltop in the middle of farmland in Belgium about an hour from Brussels.

C-02-33 Heinlein 1

I visited it once with my mother in 1967 after a harrowing taxi ride along single-lane farm roads from Brussels. The grave belongs to my grandfather, Crayton Mack Heinlein, who was killed fighting the Germans in World War II.

Family lore, or at least that lore passed along by our often unreliable grandmother, tells us that Mack, as he was known to his friends and fellow soldiers in the 9th Infantry Division, was killed in action in the battle just before the Battle of the Bulge. This information would seem at odds with the date of death listed on his grave, since the Battle of the Bulge took place from December 16, 1944 to January 25, 1945 and Granddad was listed as having been killed in March.

I for one never really thought that knowing the correct date that he died was all that important. He was dead long before I was born and whether the date we were all told by Grandmom was the right one never really seemed to matter.

We do know, thanks to surviving letters from him, that Mack landed with his division at Normandy on D-Day plus 3 and fought across France, through the killing hedgerows of Normandy, and from there into Luxembourg and Belgium where, if Grandmother was to be believed, he died sometime before the Ardennes offensive which was launched by the Germans in their last gasp to fight their way to Antwerp and force a negotiated peace with the Allies. If the Army’s date is correct, he fought in the Battle of the Bulge before being killed.

He was almost too old to serve in the Army, having been called up at the age of 39, but he went without complaint. During the winter of 1944-45, one of the coldest on record in Europe, he lost part of both feet to frostbite (his first Purple Heart) but refused medical evacuation; once he had recovered, he rejoined his unit--where. during a short sharp firefight, he was credited with saving the life of his best friend. He was killed shortly thereafter (his second Purple Heart), the details of his death never really being made clear since no one from his original infantry platoon survived the war and the Army was confused as to the actual date and cause of his death.

I had not thought about his grave in years. and yet recently something caused me to recall that trip my mother and I took by taxi from Brussels all those years ago. We used to have a photograph that I took as an eight year-old of my mother kneeling next to her father’s grave, a young woman of 28 with tears rolling down her face and seeing her father’s grave for the very first time in her life. There was another photo that my mother took of me at that time and in it I’m standing at attention next to the grave attempting to look solemn.

Neither picture exists any longer and Mom died in 1987.

I don’t know why I started thinking about Granddad’s grave, but I did, and the thinking about it drew me to Google, that divinely inspired fount of all knowledge both useful and less than, and within about a minute I had located the web site for the American Battle Monuments Commission, and from them I was able to locate my grandfather in Belgium 61 years after his death and almost 40 years since my visit to his grave.

The Battle Monuments Commission does an incredible job of maintaining the graves of our fallen soldiers. There are over 5,000 of them at Henri-Chapelle alone. If you have the name of the fallen you can easily find his or her grave, and if you request it, they will take photographs of the grave for you and return them via email or regular international mail within days of your request.

In order to make the inscription on the cross or Star of David stand out better in a photograph, the lettering is filled in with contrasting beach sand for the photo. The sand used can only come from Omaha Beach at Normandy (the site where over 2,000 American GIs fought and died on D-Day) because, as I was told by the superintendent of the cemetery, only sand from hallowed ground can be used to touch a grave marker that marks a hallowed site.

I was going to try to write something to finish this that might serve as a final statement and fitting tribute to the man my grandfather must have been. Upon reflection, I think that there can be no better statement about who he was, what he did and what the men and women with whom he served and died with accomplished for us all than this photograph.

Crayton Scott Smith
Seattle, Washington
Memorial Day 2006

09 May 2010

The Fawaffle Experiment

Carrie may have just hit upon a million-dollar idea!

She came up with the idea of the falafel-waffle - the Fawaffle, in other words - and conceived of it as a thing that could hold all kinds of sweet and savory toppings, perhaps a form of street food, even.

Falafel is sort of the national food of Israel, but it's a crossroads of many Middle Eastern cultures that Carrie and I love so much, really.

And it all starts with chickpeas and fava beans.

You need to soak chickpeas overnight and then cook them until soft - simmer for 90 minutes or so.

Cooked chickpeas

The fava beans you can soak and then cook down to a slurry, spicing it heavily with turmeric, coriander, cayenne and black pepper, cumin...

Fava bean slurry

When it comes time to assemble the actual falafel mix... a food processor can be a big help.  I tossed in minced onion and garlic, more spices, and just a thimbleful of olive oil.

Preprocessed falafel mix

What you wind up with is a smooth paste that you can add to your favorite waffle batter (I think 3 parts falafel and 5 parts batter is about right, but you should start with half-and-half and see where it takes you.

Processed falafel mix

The first batch of Fawaffles turned out awfully well!  There's much recipe tinkering to be done, but the proof of concept is right there and tasty.

First batch

Carrie conceived of this as a platform for various savory condiments - here are some that we tried:

Condiment testbed

The inventor says, "Hurray for fawaffles!"

Carrie, tasting

And so does the chef:


Barry, tasting

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03 May 2010

Please allow me to introduce myself

Dear members of the OpenNMS community:

Please allow me to introduce myself. :-)

Barry Campbell January 2010 Posterized

My name is Barry Campbell, and I’ve just joined The OpenNMS Group, Inc. as Director of Communications.

In my new role, I’m taking responsibility for technical communications, marketing communications, and industry analyst relations. Every day, I’m going to work as hard as I can to improve the public awareness of OpenNMS, The OpenNMS Group, Inc. and the great OpenNMS community supporting the project.

I’ve worked in the IT industry for the last 25 years, for companies large and small, as a technical writer, trainer, information designer, department manager and (very) hands-on executive. I’m now going to bring my years of experience to bear on the issues and concerns that OpenNMS Group has as it faces even more rapid growth.

I’ll be reaching out to the community in coming days, weeks, and months.  If you don’t want to wait for me to get in touch with you, please feel free to reach out to me first!

Here’s my new work contact info.

Barry Campbell, Director of Communications
bcampbel -at- opennms dot com

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