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Whew! We’re getting close!

Wednesday, June 18th, 2008

Well, after graduation, wedding, honeymoon, and the trek to San Francisco, we are getting close to establishing a semi-normal lifestyle again. We signed the lease and got the keys to the condo we will be living in for at least the next year. I have ordered high speed Internet, and the movers are coming tomorrow to unload the U-Haul truck! I know I have been terribly negligent in blogging during this insanely exciting and interesting time of my life, but my memory serves me well and I promise to spill all the details once I get my desktop established at our new place.

I don’t want to publish our new mailing address to the World Wide Web, but if you would like it just e-mail me at Me at Matt Faus dot com.

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Flockage

Friday, April 25th, 2008

flock is literally part of the fabric of our social, cultural and economic history

Apparently, flocking is the technique used to give certain surfaces more interesting demeanor. We all know and love flocking, but if you’ve ever wanted to dive into the depths of flocking and how it has changed the face of the world we live in, you might want to check out this exhibit:

http://www.adm.heacademy.ac.uk/news/sector-news/flockage-the-flock-phenomenon

German expedition, anyone?

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Intro to InfoPath Presentation

Monday, April 21st, 2008

It is rare that the work I do in academia can be appreciated by non-geeks, so here is a link to a presentation I gave in my Technical Communication class. I’m a pretty big nerd, so I know it’s not the best presentation in the world, but I think I did OK.

Size = 46MB, Duration = 8min

Download the video

PS - If you want to see my tree agreement protocol simulation over 7 servers and 10 (or more!) clients, let me know. :)

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Pictures

Monday, November 19th, 2007

I just posted 159 new pictures across 9 galleries, so go check them out!

Matt Faus Pictures

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900 Miles

Monday, November 19th, 2007

This weekend I took a much needed riding expedition down to the Austin area. Some friends from the riding club I participate in have moved down there, so the fun was threefold. We went to ride the awesome roads of Hill Country, hang out with some long-time friends, and even got free lodging! Thanks Michael and Lisa!

We left on the bikes Saturday morning at 7:30am. We weren’t in too big of a hurry to get down there, so we took several stops and went the back way to avoid the traffic of I-35. We made it there by noon. We headed out to lunch via a road called Lime Creek. This road was a sign of great things to come. There were all kinds of elevation changes, decreasing radius turns, and everything in between! Several 15mph turns would curve and go up with the trees hanging down over the road, so it felt like your head was going to brush up against them. In one 10mph turn, I even scraped my boot on the pavement because I was leaned over so far! I had never done this before, so it was a little weird.

We met all the Austin riders at Oasis, and the total was about 20. This place was built on a cliff, so there are several staggered patios on the back and everyone gets an awesome view. I had a huge plate of fajitas, as I was really hungry after all that riding.

After lunch, we went riding around some more, a little bit tamer than Lime Creek, but still incredible. The scenery and the roads there are truly awesome.

Then we headed back to the house to grill some burgers and hot dogs and just hang out. We had a good time, but I went to bed pretty early since I was so tired.

In the morning we met up for some breakfast burritos at this place called Rudy’s. They were really good. Then, we went out riding, and it was probably the best riding I have ever done. The roads out there are simply incredible. It was a good 2-3 hours of just twists and turns through the hills. It really re-invigorated my love for riding! I was able to really work on technique since all the turns were so closely placed, and it was a lot of fun riding in such a big group. I don’t have a video of this ride, but I sure wish I did.

After we got back to the house, we packed our stuff and headed out. We wanted to get back to Dallas before the sun set, and it was already 3pm. We made pretty good time, but we still didn’t get back until 6:45pm. Sunday alone I did 600 miles, so I was really tired. I had a steakburger from Steak ‘n Shake and crashed. All in all, it was an awesome weekend!

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Say hello to Future Mrs. Faus

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

That’s right, I’m getting married! Ashley and I have been dating for 3 years and on our last anniversary, I got on my knee and asked her to spend the rest of her life with me. We’re both graduating in May, when we will begin our life together. It has been an awesome three years, and I know the rest of our years will be even greater! I took pictures (and even a video) of the proposal, and those are soon to follow!

Here’s the first picture!

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Parking at UTD

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

Since I have always lived on campus at UTD, I’ve never really noticed how bad the parking situation is. I have heard a lot of people complain about this, and there is even a bumper sticker that reads “If you see my professors, tell them I’m running late because I’m still looking for a parking spot”. Now that I live at an off campus apartment, I get to feel this pain first-hand.

Last week, I pulled into the parking lot and saw a pair of reverse lights on the back of a car. By the time I got there, six other cars had raced over to vie for the parking spot. I was chuckling in glorious victory as I pulled into the spot.

Today, I rode my motorcycle to campus and there was not even a spot to park it! I really like riding my bike, because the parking spots are never full and they are right outside the door of the engineering building. Not today! I had to go all the way around to the spots near the library and then walk much further to class. All this, and I was already late!

UTD isn’t going to decrease it’s commuter population, but it was really not designed well for parking. The buildings are all centrally located, and the parking lots are all on the circumfrence. I think the campus could have had a parking lot for each of the buildings, and this would have made things much easier. However, the campus can’t all be rebuilt and the commuter population is not going to decrease, so the only real solution I see to the parking problem would be a parking garage. That way you can get lots of cars in one spot that is pretty close to all the buildings.

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All Hail Akismet!

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

Well, after a really really long procrastination I finally got around to updating my blog software (i.e. this webpage). I am most happy to see the Akismet spam-detecting web service is installed by default with the latest version of WordPress. After signing up for an API key you simply activate the service in the control panel and it automatically deletes comments and trackbacks that it detects as spam. It’s a smart system so if anyone of the thousands (or more!) users submits a comment as spam that Akismet didn’t catch, it will learn by analyzing the content of the comment and start blocking it on other users’ blogs. Friggin’ awesome!

I had to delete about 800 old comments that were full of ads for every imaginable kind of porn, pills, shoes, identity theft, blah, blah, blah. So that was fun. Except not.

Anyway, I’m happy to announce that comments have been re-enabled, which will hopefully make this place a little more lively.

I want to work on updating my website, but now that I have spent my entire summer travelling and learning Spanish as well as working full time, there doesn’t seem to be much time left now that school is starting back up again.

Oh, and I just noticed that as I’m typing this post WordPress is automatically saving a draft every few seconds to make sure I don’t lose anything! Sweet!

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Rome

Monday, July 16th, 2007

Destination: Rome, Second Stop: Vatican City
With Ashley reflecting on her summer in Europe we chose the best location we could think of to draw her trip to a close. The heart of the once-boundless Roman Empire, ruled by the likes of Ceasar Augustus, and the setting of several Shakespearian plays, the city that literally birthed the entire civilized world: Rome.

After several long boring train rides, we decided to fly into Rome. The biggest bonus was that RyanAir has straight flights directly from Valencia (where I can take the metro to/from the airport) to Rome, which is simply incredible. Travel time is still significant because of all the waiting you have to do, but it’s much more interesting and fun to wait around in an airport than a train car.

Arriving at the Rome, Ciampino airport (a small town outside of Rome proper) we were greeted by Bob – the steward of the hostel we were to stay in. It was quite worry-free to simply land and be picked up and carried off to the hostel. This was by far the best experience with accommodations I’ve had all summer. The room had a comfortable bed, a glorious private bath, efficient air conditioning, and a very quiet, peaceful atmosphere. It was the most relaxing place I slept all summer. They even made breakfast in the morning.

The process of brewing coffee in Italy is a little different than other methods I’ve seen. The brewing devices come in two pieces: the water reservoir at the bottom and the coffee reservoir at the top. In between these two sits a stainless steel filter that holds the coffee. After filling the water reservoir and screwing the top on (with the coffee in between) you set the whole thing on the stove and wait for the water to evaporate up through the coffee and land in the top reservoir. It’s really quite cool. If you’ve ever been camping you might have used a similar device. I saw a 6-cup pot in a store for 5 Euros, so I bought one so I can feel Italian all year long!

Anyway, back to the story. Ashley found a pretty good deal on a hop-on/hop-off bus (we usually try to avoid such blatantly touristic machinations, but it was a good deal), so after a little foray trying to find our hostel in Rome proper and lunch we initiated our 24-hour tickets at 1pm on Friday afternoon. The open-top bus was completely worth the extra cost – we were able to witness the beauty of Rome in its true form without having to walk all over the place. We saw several plazas with awesome statues, but not worth spending 30-45 minutes walking to get to.

Our first stop was in Piazza Venezia at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. The corpse of the Unknown Soldier from the Italian military was transferred here in a great act of unifying the nation. Due to its relatively recent construction, this was the grandest monument in all of Rome. The incredible size and beautiful white marble providing a foundation for the large and impressive statues of bronze and copper was like nothing I have never seen before. The enormous presence of craftsmanship and passion was overwhelming – words simply cannot describe it I’ve posted pictures and hopefully that will help portray my ideas.

Stopping for a break under a neighboring tower build in 103 AD, we took a moment to catch our breath from all that we had witnessed so far. The entire city of Rome has an uncanny presence of power. Knowing that some of the greatest rulers, conquerors, scholars, and even the Son of God himself has walked the same paths you are walking is a very intense feeling.

Walking down the street of the ruins of Ancient Rome’s Forums, we headed towards the Coliseum We made a point to stop at the ruins of the forum of Ceasar Augustus to take it all in. Arriving at the Coliseum was another breathtaking moment. The sheer size and elaborate construction of this building is impressive in itself, but to know that it was built like this 2000 years ago from the sweat and blood of slaves with the most rudimentary equipment compounds the magnitude. We took a guided tour of the building and learned all about the lives of Gladiators, the proceedings of the games, and the details of the building. Before the earthquake which destroyed ¾ of the outer wall, the building was equipped with an elaborate system of sails over the roof that could be adjusted depending on the time of day and the condition of the wind to offer shade to the Romans and to provide theatrical lighting to the center of the stage, where the action took place. Underneath the stage was where the wild animals and Gladiators were kept. During the games wild animals such as bears, goats, lions, alligators, rhinoceroses, hippopotamuses, tigers, and others would be hoisted from beneath to the surface of the stage by a system of elevators. On top of all this, a complex system of lead pipes ran throughout the entire building to offer fresh spring water through water fountains throughout the entire stadium.

The aqueduct system is still in use today, and it serves more than just the Coliseum. Actually, it runs throughtou the entire city. All of the fountains throughout Rome are operated from siphons of natural spring water. There are continually running spouts of water sprinkled through the city that you can operate with your hand to drink straight from the spout, or fill up your water bottle with fresh, cold spring water. This water system is ingenious and undeniably convenient. I can’t get over how awesome this feat of engineering is.

After the Coliseum and a full loop on the HopOn/Off bus, we headed to find some cheap dinner near the hostel. We were falling asleep on the bus, so we decided to call it an early night.

We got up early enough to make it to the first bus that left in the morning and headed to Vatican City. We bought a tourist-style (read: expensive and horrible) omelette when we got there and ate it in the courtyard of St. Peter’s Basilica. It was a nice little breakfast in an incredible surrounding. The courtyard for St. Peter’s basilica has two fountains in the center and then the walls of the courtyard are crowned with the presences of previous popes. It was amazing.

You always hear about the horrible lines to get into the Vatican City during high tourist season, but it really wasn’t that long of a wait. Ashley had to put another shirt on over her dress because you can’t enter the church with exposed knees or shoulders. There were several people standing there that had been denied entry and several people bought some scarves from a nearby street vendor and used pins and such to fashion a covering. Upon arriving at the gate, we weren’t exactly sure what was what since everything was in Italian, and neither of us had done enough research beforehand. So, we went through the tombs of Popes and looked at all of the tombs. I had heard of a few of them before, but not being Catholic I didn’t know much about the men. There was a small crowd gathered around the most recently dead pope offering prayers, pictures of their families, and notes. There was also the tomb of St. Peter, which was very fancy with a grand staircase coming in from above on the ground floor, and gold and velvet covering everything.

After the tombs, we went upstairs to the main basilica and stood in gaping awe for several minutes, reveling in the grandeur of everything. The room was 400 feet tall and every square inch of the interior was covered in ornate carvings inlaid with gold and silver. There were several statues of figures that were important in the history of the church. There was even a baptismal pool that they still use on the weekends to baptize their children. There were huge Latin letters circling near the roof at the base of the dome. There were also several security guards protecting some of the services that were going on. Yes, that’s right, not one, but two services. The one room was big enough to hold thousands of tourists, and still have reasonably peaceful services. There was a blatantly Italian family having a wedding and then a mass. Ashley started filming the mass, and the security guard nearly shot her. Not really, but it was prohibited.

Once we had seen the lower half of the basilica we figured it’d be best to view it from the top, as well. So, we began our journey of climbing all of the 551 steps from the bottom to the top. They had a lift that would eliminate 300 of those steps, but, hey, we’re adventurous. It wasn’t that bad at the beginning because the steps were short and wide, but I started to get dizzy as we made countless circles around the staircase on our way to the top. Once we made it about half way through the stairs broke through to the roof of the building where you could look down at the courtyard and then up at the dome that was to be the final destination. After taking a quick breather, we entered the last set of stairs. This is where things got interesting. The staircase was so small and winding, it was almost like walking through a cave. Luckily the architect had built in several whistle-looking openings into the staircase to make sure that things didn’t get too stifling. The very last staircase was reminiscent of a corkscrew. It had no railings, just a rope hanging down the center of the corkscrew.

Getting to the top, however, was worth every step of the journey. Looking out over the city of the Rome from the top of the Dome of St. Peter’s Basilica is something that cannot be reproduced. We took some pictures of us with Rome in the background, and just meditated on the grandeur and embodiment of so much of our culture’s history we were viewing. After I had a peach purchased earlier that day, we made our way back down the stairs. There was some crazy woman trying to go UP the DOWN stairs, and we witnessed some heightened emotions as she tried to push everyone back up so that she could get through. Quite ridiculous. When we got to the bottom again, we were, needless to say, legs-quivering tired. However, in true traveller’s spirit we headed off towards the Sistine Chapel.

On our walk to the Sistine Chapel, we were greeted by a rather unfortunate message on a somewhat cheery little sign. It was the operating hours of the Sistine Chapel. Maybe I’m just arrogant, but I think the Sistine Chapel, one of the main things we came to Rome to see should be open for more than 4 hours on a Saturday in high tourist season. I mean, why would you want to deprive a large portion of the world from such beautiful works of art? So, the sign said that the chapel was open from 10:30am to 2pm. Looking at the 3pm our watches were telling us was very upsetting. I just don’t understand how this kind of crucial information escaped our recognition before getting all the way to Rome. Ugh.

From the walking and disappointment, we were very hungry by that point. We headed down the road a bit and picked up some pizza and pasta and filled our water bottles with the fresh spring water from one of the public spouts tapped into the aqueduct system. Man, I freakin’ love that. We got a cone of gelato ice cream for dessert and it was great. They stuffed two huge scoops onto these small little cones and it was only 4 Euros for two like that.

We walked through the city towards Plaza Espana, Fountains of Trevi, and the Pantheon. The streets leading up to Plaza Espana were very crowded – apparently this was the place to shop. There were a lot of the famous stores like Louis Vouitton and some others, but I didn’t really take note. Plaza Espana was cool. There was plenty of shade and a cool looking fountain that made it a pretty popular spot. So, we filled up our water bottles again. We walked to the Fountains of Trevi to see an even more grand fountain where several more people were gathered. There was some kind of an event where someone was trying to swim in the fountain, which is strictly prohibited, but an understandable desire. The police whistled and yelled and the guy ran off, but it was an interesting event. Upon reading in my tourist guide book that drinking from the fountain and/or throwing a coin into the fountain would guarantee your return to Rome; we did both.

Ashley bought some artwork from a street vendor, and I took a picture with a still-life drunk guy that painted himself to be the same color as the trash can he was sitting next to. It was funny. Then, we headed back to the hostel to wash up before dinner. The dinner we got at a local Italian was outstanding. It was reasonably priced and simply awesome. You really need to look for restaurants like this when travelling. It makes all the difference in the world.

Sunday was a pretty chill day. We had some time to kill before our planes left, so we walked around the town near the hostel, had breakfast, and I bought my coffee pot. Then we had another great lunch with all the works for a very reasonable price. We had a little bit of trouble figuring out how to take the train from Termini to the Ciampino airport, but we eventually got everything figured out. Ashley and I said our goodbyes for the next few weeks of being apart, and then we went our separate ways.

Of the places I have seen in Europe, I think Rome is my favorite. It’s incredibly touristic, so you should only go if you plan on being a tourist, but the sites, views, and history of that place are just amazing. I would go again in a heartbeat, especially now that I know where to find good food. It’s also weird to see how much technology they utilized 2000 years ago, and it makes you wonder why we have not made greater advances in the time that we’ve had since then.

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Fiesta de San Fermín a.k.a. The Running of the Bulls

Monday, July 9th, 2007

Wit a growing sense of familiarity, I boarded the train to Barcelona on Friday morning. Three hours later Ashley and I met to board yet another train headed to Pamplona, Spain. Nine hours and 100 Euros later we arrive in Pamplona.

It was awesome because the thousands of people there were all dressed in the traditional garb of the festival – all white clothes with a red scarf and sash. For the first of many tight situations, we boarded a bus with more people than I thought possible to make our way downtown. There we made the smart decision of stocking up on liquids at the local grocery store and the Stupid American Tourist decision of buying dinner from the street vendors. Suffice it to say that we could have fed a King’s court with the same amount of money at any other restaurant or sandwich shop.

After dinner, the sun went down and the party geared up. Walking around town there were thousands upon thousands of people singing, dancing, drinking, yelling, and just plain being crazy. One motive to wearing white for the weekend is so that the wine that everyone throws on each other looks like blood from an impaled bull – the theme, of course, of bullfights and therefore the entire festival.

We didn’t get much into the wine fighting, but reveling in the madness was very interesting. At one point there was a great fireworks display and watching the bursting colors from the lawn of downtown Pamplona was the absolute highlight of the trip.

Rambling forward, we found the bullring (Plaza de Toros) and the path that the bulls would be running in the morning. Picking and shoving through the streets, we found the length that I had planned to run. Not being able to sleep the night before due to excitement and travelling for 9 hours that day had made us very tired by this point. We didn’t want to wander too far away from the path that I was going to run, so we decided to find a patch of grass to lay our heads on.

Spreading my beach towel and lying down was great, but the drunken revelers surrounding us did not approve. That immediately began a barrage of stumbling over to chat every few minutes. A few even offered various drugs to help us stay awake. We didn’t really appreciate it, but I would have done the same thing in their situation – no one likes a party pooper. We wound up taking turns distracting the falleros enough for the other to get some shut-eye, but after a few hours we headed back to the alley we had previously chosen to run with the bulls.

In harmony with the rising of the sun, so also did the bull fences come to pass. We arrived at 6am and picked our spot as the crowd began to assemble around us. I planned to stay with Ashley until an hour before the run, and then meet up with her afterwards. However, the realization that no amount of super natural intervention could have allowed us to find each other after the running came quickly so I decided to stand with her and watch. We were also a little worried about each other’s safety, but I’m not sure who had a better reason. There was a risk of being impaled or trampled during the run, but after leaving the spectator’s crowd we were complaining of twisted bones and bruises for several hours later. After standing for three hours in a crowd the likes of a wine press, there was a flurry of activity, a pulse in the yelling of the crowd, and streaking red scarves as the runners ran by. I am able to relate this to you simply because I have a camera that I can lift far above my head and tilt the LCD screen down. We were on the second row and I could pinpoint zero bulls. Ashley saw a hoof.

Afterwards, the wine-press was released and we climbed over the fence in extreme disappointment. The first of many for that weekend, we learned. In an exhausted, frustrated, and slightly beaten state we sludged our way through the muck of the city left by the party last night back to the train station. It was pretty cool to see how advanced Pamplonian sanitation engineering is. They had tractors and brooms and leaf-blowers to pick up all the glass, plastic, and aluminum from the night before. Outside the train station we made camp on a nice grassy knoll among hundreds of other partiers and passed out for a few hours until it was time to get on the train.

Back in Barcelona, frustration after European frustration pounded our drained minds and bodies. My hostel was expenseive, scary, dirty, cramped, and disappointing. The bathrooms didn’t have toilet paper, the Chinese restaurant we had planned on eating at was closed, the coffee shop were Ashley always gets frappacinos didn’t have them, we got turned around, the Metro pass didn’t work. *Sigh* Whateryagonnado?

We gave up on our attempts to find decent food at a reasonable price and went back to Rosa Negra. The food there is awesome, and the pricing is, too. We spent the same amount of money we that we had spent in Pamplona, but ate a 3 course meal with no expense spared.

The next day we went to the beach and did absolutely nothing for the entire day – it was bliss.

Overall, the trip to Pamplona was just not worth it. We each spent 12 hours and 100 Euros on a train, 60 Euros in food and drink, 20 Euroes on souvenirs, and the experience with the running of the bulls was just not worth it. If you plan to go to Fiesta de San Fermín, you should only go if you plan to 1) Actually run with the bulls and have a sufficient group to do so, or 2) rent out one of the balconies that people own overlooking the street on the bull run.