Old-style Calculators


This is something you don't see anymore.

Back when I was a kid, I saw this rectangular thing on Dad's table. It had a slideable strip in the middle and a transparent sliding window with a thin line down the middle. There were numbers all over it that, at first, made me think it was a fancy ruler, but the number spacing was all wrong. It couldn't be a ruler, so what was it? Ever the curious kid with a fascination for technical stuff, I asked Dad what it was (after experimenting with it for a while).

He called it a slide rule.

So, it's a ruler without the extra "r", I thought. So, how does it measure things?

He said, "You don't measure with it. It helps me calculate things, like with multiplication."

I guess my eyes went wide. My first thought was, "This thing can help me with my math?"

"How does it work?" I asked him.

He asked me to give him two numbers to multiply. I decided on something simple. I wanted a test that I knew the answer to so that I'd know if the thing really does what Dad said it could do.

"Two times three." 

He starts demonstrating. "You move the slider bar until the '2' is here, then you move the sliding window until this marker is on the '3.' Then you can see that the answer is here, it's '6'."

I tried a few other numbers, and the thing gave the correct answer every time. Wow! That's neat!

He also had a circular one that worked in much the same way.

Fast forward about five years or so. I was in high school. I noticed that the third or fourth-year students were holding slide rules. It was a sort of status thing. If you held one in your hands, you were almost an engineer. There was a giant slide rule in one of the laboratories (maybe ten feet long) that was used to train the students on how to use them. I couldn't wait to get to their level so I could have my own slide rule.

It wasn't meant to be. The calculator began to appear around 1975 or so, and it promised to be vastly better than the slide rule. The slide rule ceased to be part of the curriculum, and this status symbol disappeared almost instantly. 

Calculators were better. I bought a few of them during high school until I bought a programmable one when I was in my fourth year. It's what got me started in programming.

The TI-57 programmable calculator

Occasionally, however, I see a picture of a slide rule and the memory of my first encounter with it comes back. Sometimes I'd think of buying one just for the heck of it. Maybe something to impress my grandchildren with, just as I was.

New Book My Facebook Notes is Out

My latest book, My Facebook Notes, is finally published and is available at Smashwords, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. I expect it to appear soon in other online bookstores that Smashwords distributes to. So, what's it about?

When I first joined Facebook back in 2009, I immediately noticed the Notes feature. My friends were using it to post inspirational articles, but I wanted to be different. I decided to use it to write about my experiences with my travels. Those series of posts later became my first book, Funny Stories from My Travels (now retitled, Travel Mashups and Mishaps).

Then, I began writing smaller stories, funny anecdotes, inspirational notes, and various other things. I had dozens of those notes and might have gone on and on if not for a change on Facebook.

Around September 2020, Facebook announced that they were discontinuing the Notes feature. People could no longer make new notes, but the old notes would still be available for viewing.

I was saddened by the loss of an outlet for my creative juices. I immediately began copying the notes to MS Word files and kept them on my computer in case Facebook decided to delete them. One day, a little more than two years later, I got the idea to compile these notes and put them into a book. That's how My Facebook Notes came to be.

I pasted them into a single Word file and arranged them by topics. There were my speeches, my tips on public speaking, memories, tips on writing and publishing books, and other notes and stories. There are 150 of those notes in the book.

After the book was finished, I uploaded it to Smashwords and soon got the message that it had been accepted and was now being distributed to other ebook distributors.

I chose the title My Facebook Notes because, first of all, it is a compilation of my Facebook Notes. Second, I thought it was unique that other people might not think of sharing their own notes. I later learned, I was wrong.

While searching for the book by Googling it, I discovered that there were other books with the same title, and they too, were about notes that the authors converted into books. It was not an original idea after all.

No worries, though. Titles cannot be copyrighted, so it's common to find books that have the same titles. There are even movies that have the same title. I can change the title, but I'm not going to do that just yet.

Airline Woes

 

My family recently had the sad experience that our brother suddenly died. I decided to go to Bacolod to see him one last time before he was cremated.

But this post is not about my brother. It's about the experience my wife and I had with the airline that we took. I'm going to make a video about my brother but I haven't decided if I will make a blog post about him.

I bought tickets for me and the wife several days in advance. The flight was on Monday and the tickets were purchased four days earlier. Since there were no direct flights to Bacolod from Cagayan de Oro, we had to have a layover in Cebu. Our flight to Cebu was scheduled for 1:35pm, arriving in Cebu at 2:25pm. The next leg was Cebu to Bacolod, departing at 4:45pm and arriving at 5:50pm. 

The first sign of trouble was an email informing us that our Cebu to Bacolod leg had been cancelled so I had to find another flight. I was able to get a flight that departed Cebu at 7:30pm and arrived in Bacolod at 8:35pm. So, instead of a layover of 2 hours and 20 minutes, it had become 5 hours and 10 minutes. We'd have a late dinner but that couldn't be avoided.

The trip started from Cagayan de Oro a bit late. The departure was delayed by about 30 minutes (can't remember exactly). This was just the beginning. We arrived in Cebu and settled down to wait for our next departure. It was around 3pm so we had a long wait until our 7:30pm flight.

It was already around 6:50pm when we heard the announcement that our flight will be delayed because the plane that was supposed to take us to Bacolod had not yet arrived. The airline was kind enough to provide snacks and then dinner (Jollibee one piece chicken with rice). At least we didn't get hungry.

It was around 9:30pm when the plane arrived. It discharged passengers and then began boarding around 9:50pm. We took off around 10:20pm and arrived in Bacolod around 11:20pm. That's about six hours after our original, scheduled arrival.

The wake for my brother was from March 13 to 16 (Monday to Thursday) and our departure was on March 18. On March 15, I received an email saying that our 8:30am flight from Bacolod to Cebu had been cancelled. The only choice for us was a layover in Manila instead of Cebu. Again, no choice.

Come March 18, we arrived at the airport for our 11:15am flight. We'd have a two hour layover in Manila which meant we'd have lunch at the airport in Manila.

It felt like deja vu when we received word that our flight was delayed. We would be taking off around 12:30pm. The trip is about an hour and ten minutes. We'd have to hurry to our gate to make our connecting flight.

The flight to Manila was uneventful except for the last part. Air traffic meant that our arrival would be delayed. Nothing we could do about it but just hope for the best. 

Eventually we got clearance to land and we touched down around 2:10pm. The boarding time for our flight to CDO was 2:40pm. We hurried through the airport and in our haste, got lost. We actually passed the departure entrance but didn't see it. We wandered around the airport until we spotted the sign that identified the departure entrance.

There was a long line to get to the x-ray machines but my being a senior citizen saved the day for us. We got ahead of the line and entered the departure lounge. We hurried through the different gates and finally arrived at our gate. They were already starting the boarding process. Loida and I decided to visit the restroom before lining up. Again, being a senior citizen gave us first dibs on boarding.

Another bonus, they told us that they'd be taking our baggage and putting them in the baggage compartment, for free. We won't have to lug them up into the plane. The flight left around 3:30pm.

Just a funny aside. Our boarding passes didn't have a gate assignment yet. I did see on the big screen what our boarding gate was so it wasn't a problem. When we were already seated in the plane, I received a text message from the airline telling me what gate we were supposed to board. I shook my head. Things were really messed up with the airline.

The flight home was uneventful. We arrived around 5:30pm. At the airport in CDO, our baggage took some time to come out but that was just the last hurrah for all our troubles. We took the Magnum van to Limketkai and had dinner at Jollibee. We got home around 8:20pm.

The airline wasn't finished with us, however. The next day, I received another text message from the airline reminding us of things concerning our flight (check in, baggage rules, and baggage check-in procedures).

This airline has a lot of complaints about its services. I felt I just went through five years worth of problems with them in just a week.

Legend of the Moon is on Google Play Store!

 

Legend of the Moon is now available in the Google Play Store.

I decided to put it up in the Play Store because, first of all, the Play Store is not included in the list of bookstores that Smashwords distributes to. The second reason is, the Play Store is not included in the list of bookstores that Smashwords distributes to.

Okay, so it's obvious what the reason is. I don't have to give the third reason, right? (",)

Anyway, Legend of the Moon is my first attempt at writing a novel. I put in about six months' worth of work into that book. I didn't even intend to make it into a book at first.

It started as a short story on my other blog. I was thinking, "I'll just make it three posts long, just three acts, and it's done."

As I wrote the story, I began adding elements, other situations, more characters, and soon, it had ballooned into several posts. Finally, I decided I'd change it into a full-length novel and deleted the story from the blog and rewrote it in MS Word. It took about six months of writing and a month or so of editing. Then I uploaded it into Smashwords and, there it was, my first full-length novel.

It was while writing this novel that I discovered my writing style. I was a "pantser", someone who writes novels "by the seat of their pants". You get an idea, type away, and stop. You get another idea, type some more, and stop. Sometimes, you "get into the groove" and you type almost non-stop for several hours, the ideas seemingly flying into your brain like bats flying into their cave to nest. Sometimes, the stop extends for several days or even weeks before another idea comes up.

It's not very efficient, but there's a certain element of suspense in writing this way. It's as if you're the reader instead of the writer. You don't know what's going to happen next, how the story progresses, or even how it will end.

And that's how I'm writing this post right now. Write a paragraph, stop, write another one, and stop. I'm not sure how I'm going to end this. It'll come to me eventually.

My Newest Book - Sunrise Sunset

 

Cover photo for the new book

It's December 31, 2022 and I wanted to end the year on a high note. After 5½ years, I have published a new book!

Sunrise Sunset is a collection of 26 of my favorite sunrise and sunset photographs. Most of them were taken at the San Lorenzo Ruiz Church. It's a great place to take these kinds of photographs because the place is on top of a small hill. I call it the San Lorenzo Ruiz Hill but that's a misnomer because the church is not really the highest point.

This was the work of a few hours in just one afternoon. After pasting the pictures on the Word document, I created the cover using Powerpoint and uploaded the two files onto the Smashwords website. It was literally that simple.

I needed this so that I can get the inspiration to finish the books I have on the pipeline. It's been so long.

House Plan for 84 Sq. Meter Lot

So, my family and I live in an 84 square meter lot that had a pre-built house on it. It's our first house (and, so far, our only house) and we've been living in it since 1998.

Fig. 1  Original layout of the house.

The house had two bedrooms, one toilet and bath, and a space that combined the kitchen, dining, and living room. It had 36 square meters of floor space, which was enough for Loida and me, and our four-year-old daughter. There was a generous space around the front, side, and back of the house that was planted with grass and served as our washing and drying area. A small parking space (so small, you can hardly open the car door to get in or out) completed the package.

The biggest disadvantage of the house was the small kitchen, so small it would be more appropriate to call it, the cooking nook. So, one of the improvements we thought about was using the back space as the kitchen.

Fig. 2  Planned extension

We thought of using the two meter by five meter space at the back for the kitchen. That meant that the combined space could now be used as a dining and living area, a bit more spacious and comfortable.

Unfortunately, this plan never materialized. Although my salary was more than enough for us to live with some comfort, it would still take us years to save up to implement this extension. So, it never happened (both the wife and I avoid borrowing if we can).

Fast forward about 18 years. Our family had grown from three to five with the addition of a boy and another girl. We still had the same house, in its original configuration (Figure 1). It was leaking in places, and was too small for a family of five. Our eldest had just finished college, the second was just starting college, and the youngest was in Grade VI. All three kids were sharing the second bedroom.

We needed a larger house. Actually, we needed a larger house years before but we didn't have the finances for it. Even though my salary had grown over the years, our decision to prioritize our kid's education by putting them in one of the best (read, expensive) schools in the city meant that savings were not enough. The opportunity came, however, when I retired.

With my retirement money, we decided to fix up the house. The original plan  (Fig. 2) would not be enough because we also needed an additional bedroom. The two girls would have one room and our son would have his own room.

But we also needed to replace the roof. The leaks were so bad that the expense of replacement versus repair would probably not be very different. So, I sat down in front of my computer and began drawing. We got a contractor and construction began. The house was finished in a few months in 2016.

Fig. 3  Present layout of the house

Figure 3 shows the house as it is now. Except for a two-meter wide space along the side for drying clothes and a one-meter wide space along the front, we had used up almost all of the lot. We now had three bedrooms, the living and dining areas were roomier, and there was a space at the back for a counter, cabinets, and cupboards.

The bathroom was now a two-by-two meter room. I had originally intended for it to have a dividing wall between the shower and the toilet but the engineer who was doing the construction remarked that doing so would make the space too tight. So, instead of two small spaces, it was now one very large bathroom.

The kitchen, sadly, is still small. I am not an architech and a two-by-two space looked big enough on paper but turned out to be a too small. Loida's unhappy with it and I blame myself for it.

As you can see, in order to get our third bedroom, we had to sacrifice our garage. You can only park on the street now.  It's not unusual though. Nearly every house along our street is the same.

Fig. 4  Front view of the renovated house

So, Figure 4 is the front of the house. It looks very much different from the original (which, unfortunately, I don't have a picture of). Loida has converted the space in front into a sort of conservatory that doesn't have glass walls or roof.  In spite of the small kitchen and large bathroom, it's a really nice house. A credit to the engineer who built it, Regie Lumapas.

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Before I end this, I've been wondering if I could have converted the house into a detached house and still have three bedrooms. It turns out, yes, it's possible. The only way to do that is to give up the notion that a bedroom needs to be roomy. If I kept the bedrooms small, I could have enough space for the rest of the house that would still be comfortable. Below are two examples of such a house:

Fig. 5  Single detached #1

In Figure 5, all the rooms are corner rooms, which enables all rooms to have two walls with windows.

The kitchen is larger than the present one and is in a U-shape. The open end of the U faces the dining table for convenience.

The toilet and bath would be at the back of the house and close to the bedrooms. I prioritized the bedrooms for proximity to the toilet. I had thought of putting a guest's toilet closer to the living room but that meant losing the side door going to the washing area. That also meant that there would be only one exit, which seems to be a bad idea.

A shelf near the side door is for storage of everyday items or can be used as a pantry shelf. I originally put another shelf on the other wall but that meant the living area will become too small.

The dining table is a fast-food style table since it occupies a smaller footprint than the one in Figure 3.

Fig. 6  Single detached #2

Figure 6 is my favorite design. The sleeping quarters are now clearly separated from the living areas and the boundaries between the living area, dining area, and the kitchen can be easily determined. The kitchen is more spacious (should make the wife happy) and includes a storage shelf near the back door (upper left). There's not enough space for a separate pantry but a tall shelf should serve the purpose nicely.

The dining table is the same type in Figure 5 because it's the only type that will fit in the space available and still sit six people.

The three-seater sofa serves as a sort of wall between the living and dining area but it can be turned and placed against the wall for additional space if necessary.

The bedrooms are still minimalist but that's the only solution if you want three bedrooms. The toilet and bath is still at the back of the house and cannot be seen from the living area, a feature that Loida prefers.

The corridor in front of the rooms is wide enough to accomodate a row of shelves for storage of extra bedsheets, bedcovers, pillows, single mattresses, and other items. Another shelf near the toilet and bath serves to store soap, shampoo, extra towels, spare toothbrushes, toilet cleaning materials, etc.

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I could make a half-dozen more designs but I'm probably not going to be building another house anytime soon. I just wanted to see if I could fit three bedrooms into a house that fits into an 84 square meter lot with at least one meter space between the property walls.

As you can see, yes, you can. (",)









A Smile, A Giggle, A Laugh, A Guffaw

Sometimes, as I'm walking around in malls, on the streets, or in offices, I spot a face that I don't give a second glance to. He or she may be looking at me, maybe even smiling at me, but I continue on, unmindful. A few seconds later, the face suddenly registers, and a memory is tickled. I look back to check, but often the owner of that face has gone, and I am left wondering if I knew him or her. There are times when the tickled memory lets out a giggle and vague scenes play out in my mind. The face seems to fit one of those people in my memory, but I can't be sure. Sometimes, the memory laughs out loud, and I'm sure I know the person, but the name escapes me. There is a tinge of embarrassment that I might have snubbed the person and maybe even ruined a friendship. But occasionally, the memory bursts out in a guffaw, and I remember both face and name. I turn around and hope he is looking my way so I can greet him. Often, he is, and we may exchange smiles, a wave, a handshake, or a word or two. It's a nice feeling to meet someone and acknowledge that you once knew them. So, if you see me around town and I seem to ignore you, don't think bad about me. It may just be a slow memory day for me or it may be my myopia. Give me a tap, and if my face has that blank look, tell me your name and where we met. I'll be glad to share a smile, a giggle, a laugh, or even a guffaw. (",)