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Funniest Onion article I’ve seen in a while, especially since I’m a big Don Knotts fan: Don Knotts, Richard Pryor Team Up For Madcap Haunting

Screencast – InfoPath 2007 and the Document Information Panel

Here is Ted Pattison showing, in a twenty minute screencast, how to leverage InfoPath 2007 within Word, Excel, and PowerPoint when combined with SharePoint V3:

Creating Custom Document Information Panels

This is a very nice tour, hitting on both the SharePoint UI you need to be aware of (even showing how you set up a new content type with specific meta-data) and then how to launch InfoPath 2007 to customize the default Document Information Panel that the meta-data is displayed within.

Look ma, No Code!

The power of the Document Information Panel is an excellent reason to learn how InfoPath 2007 works and why it can save you time and money.

For instance, do you have documents where you need to edit structural information along with free-flowing information? The Document Information Panel (I’d love to use its acronym, but it’s rather embarrassing) is exactly what you need. If you have Office 2007 or the Beta of Office 2007, give it a go and let us know what you think.

Woodinville Wine Village – any year now

It’s getting closer. But while we wait, the Woodinville Wine Village continues to grow. I somehow missed the news (probably while traveling) but the village, located where SR-202 – aka Redwood Road – bends at the Hollywood Schoolhouse has procured the set of apartments along the Sammamish River and some more property. Other than the stroll across busy SR-202, the village is very convenient and close to Elisa and I.

What else is new? They are putting in not just one circle but three traffic circles. I’m going to have to download the documents to see more.


Hmm, too bad. Their revised plan is a zero-length ZIP file. Okay, digging around some more I see that slide #21 of their round-about presentation shows where the other two round-abouts would be. Luckily (?) not right at our entry onto to SR-202.

Looks like they are way, way behind schedule though if construction was supposed to begin May 2006.

Other stories:

The Foam that Ate Woodinville

I was out of town for training last week, from Monday until late Thursday. Elisa and I had pre-planned to go to Red Hook Forecasters Pub Thursday night. We got there when the sun was still out but, ooo, darn, the outside deck is not open yet. They say it usually opens Memorial Day. Okay, fine.

I had a couple of pints of the Porter and a California burger (I know, seeding crazy-cow holes in my head left and right). Afterwards, we went for a walk to enjoy the evening.

As we turned the corner around the pub and headed between the two main Red Hook buildings, I lifted my head back, smelling the air, and exclaimed, “Berries!” The fragrance faded after a few steps.


Elisa and I looked around for what kind of bush or tree could be emitting such a sweet smell.


A thick foam was escaping out of Red Hook. Mesmerized, we walked towards it.

On the side of the building was a non-discrete overflow valve, one you probably wouldn’t notice if it wasn’t currently emitting the occasional huge wad of sweet smelling foam. Beneath the valve was a shrub… a shrub island, in fact, surrounded by a thick pond of foam.


Hmm, perhaps a happy shrub. There wasn’t drainage or anything special under this foam valve. Everything beneath was landscaped as if this valve’s use wasn’t to be all that common. Elisa and I stepped closer and I remarked how this is the point in most bad horror movies where the dumb young couple get far too close the suspicious goo and get eaten.

We enjoyed the foam show for a little bit more (the Porter kicking around in me probably made the show all that more entertaining) and then continued on our way. As we reached the end of Red Hook closer to the Willows Lodge, two workers walked our way on a break. Elisa asked them about the foam and they laughed.

It seems someone didn’t manage a valve correctly and the CO2 level got out of whack. It’s not something that usually happens.

We headed home and I was happy that at least our house was up the hill a good bit that any foam that filled the valley that night probably – probably – wouldn’t reach the house.

The Battle of the High-End Food Stores in Redmond – A natural food fight in Redmond: PCC chain opening store on May 17; Whole Foods coming to city in summer

The only problem is that anything near 520 / Avalon and SR-202 is so crowded that people don’t go there anymore. I guess I should be happy that it’s not sprawling out and making it busy and crowded everywhere, but it has to be a weekend day or a mid-day jaunt before I even consider slogging through that traffic zone.

Lots of time for contemplation and acts of kindness to let people in, though…

Thank you, Stephen Colbert

This is a strange point in history, a time where we look to our jesters to make the most direct points about truth and what’s going on: Daily Kos: Re-Improved Colbert transcript (now with complete text of Colbert-Thomas video!)

That was some pretty direct stuff delivered really well.

Due to where we live, I don’t get exposed to cable news anymore (well, any news, except via newspaper and web-browser). I take that back – sometimes, when working out, I’ll slip on the headphones and tune into CNN or FOX or the local news being shown on the monitors looming over the machines.

It amazes me how they talk about nothing. Has the talent pool been spread so thin that there truly is nothing important to talk about so you talk and conjecture about nothing? Seems to be. To talk with authority is more important than to talk about something of meaning, something with content. I want a collapse in the news business just so that they can drum out all the marginal talent and maybe get refocused on meaningful news again.

We are in the middle of regrettable history. I thought about that during a Portland weekend trip recently, standing in front of the monument put up recognizing the wrongs of the Japanese interment of WWII. And only the jesters are pointing out our folly…