Tuesday, March 21, 2017

SLO Hiking

So, yesterday afternoon I went for a hike up Cerro San Luis Obispo.

It only took me 7 months...  Well, the hike took me an hour up, and forty minutes down, but it took me 7 months to get off my butt and do the hike.

If you're looking at the above link, I took the red trail to the peak.

It's a good climb, with some cool geology on the way, and some great vistas of San Luis Obispo.




So you can stitch these three together and get a full panorama of the view from the top.  The vertical metal rod is used for a Christmas tree.  A little downhill is a generator they use to light it.


This is a GPS monument in the rock at the peak.


I also took a video when I was at the top.  It is best viewed at half speed.  What it doesn't catch is the sound the swooping swallows made as they buzzed me.  I'm guessing they were going for bugs that were near me.  It was an amazing experience.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

A Three Hour Tour

So, this past Saturday, Jennifer and I had intended to go for a ride to Oyster Bay, a park just south of the Oakland Airport.

We'd been there before a year or two ago.  It's a fun ride along the water, and through interesting neighborhoods.  The problem is that my riding stamina isn't what it's been.

Over seven months in San Luis Obispo has taken it's toll.  I'm only riding 3 miles in the morning and three more in the afternoon.  And that's on days when it's not raining.  I still do other exercise by swimming in the hotel pool, but it doesn't quite translate.

The problem with riding in the Bay Area is that it seems like no matter what direction you go you have a headwind.  Unless your back is directly to the Golden Gate, it seems there is wind coming at your head and across you.  So by the time we go to Jack London Square, I needed a rest.

And there at one of the docks were two tall sailing ships.


It turned out that the ships were from Grays Harbor Historical Seaport, and they were giving tours.  We chatted with one of the crew members, and they also were planning a "battle sail."  We asked what that was, and were told the two ships would sail out into the Bay and fire blank cannon charges at each other.  Jennifer was all for it.  I took a little coercion, but just a little.  Our role playing group had just come had a sailing adventure.  I was a relatively easy sell.

So we had to choose which ship.  The smaller of the two was the Hawaiian Chieftain.  We were to learn that it is a class of ship called a "catch."  The other ship was the Lady Washington, which is a brig.  It looked a bit familiar, and drew us, so we chose to ride on that one.

There was another problem.  It was going to be cold, and we were dressed for a ride, so we needed to get another layer.  The closest reasonable clothing store we could locate was Ross on Alameda 6 miles away.  And we had two hours before we had to be back for boarding.

Do you remember the headwinds I mentioned earlier?

We raced to Ross.  We were huffing when we got there.  And Ross no longer had winter clothing, it being February in California and all.  Fortunately there is a Kohl's right nearby, and there, on their clearance rack we found a sweater for me and a Columbia fleece for Jennifer.

I will repeat that.  It is the last weekend in February with forecast highs for the coming week int he mid-50s, but because it is California, winter clothing is on clearance.

We stuffed Jennifer's saddle bags with the bulky clothing, and raced back to JLS.  We got there with 30 minutes to spare.  So we hit Rosenblum winery, bought picnic snacks, and rested before boarding for the battle sail.

And on the sail, we had an amazing time.

We learned all kinds of things about the ships (see the page for the stats).  It's a replica of a ship that sailed from the 1750s to 1790 when it sank off the Philippines.  It was the only real sailing ship in the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean."  And I took bunches of pictures of the rigging.








Here is where the "battle" took place:


We were at the height of the ebb tide and were struggling with the tide.  At one point were were making 0.5 knots heading south, and the Hawaiian Chieftain was heading west and we watched it sliding north with the current.  It was incredible.  Here she is later on against the Bay Bridge.


And by the time we got back to land (after our 3 hour tour), we were exceptionally grateful for our new warm clothing.  The clouds came in our last hour on the water, and the wind picked up.  And then we had our return bike ride home.

By the time we got home, our hands had lost some feeling.  The hour after we got in was spent enduring the painful pins and needles of our circulation returning.

Monday, February 27, 2017

Two years ago

Two years ago Leonard Nimoy passed away.

"I am now, and always shall be, your friend."

Still the best thing to say to anyone you care about.

It also brings this quote from Neil Gaiman to mind:

“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.”

Monday, February 13, 2017

One Scarf to Warm Them All

So, Saturday because I'm not in England, I wasn't able to watch BBC2's documentary "Back in Black" about the life of Terry Pratchett.  So I did my own tribute to him during the day and wore my Discworld T-shirt and a wide-brimmed black fedora.

And then I opened a package I had received in the mail while I was away from home continuing my work in San Luis Obispo.

Before Mom died, I had asked her if any of her friends knitted.  This was because back in 2010 I had come across this pattern on Ravelry probably linked from io9 or somewhere.  Now, Jennifer crochets, and the scant few people I knew who knitted were unwilling to take on such a project.  I would look around occasionally, but I couldn't find anyone to make it.  So I asked mom.  Not for her to make it.  Mom never sewed any more than she had to, but she was great at repairing my old stuffed tiger as a kid.

So she referred me to one of her mystery-book reading-group friends.  We conversed a few times, and she seemed willing to try it.  I paid for the materials and paid her a little more than what she seemed to think was a fair price.  It turned out to be more than she could feasibly do.  I got back a one-sided scarf that was a long as a minister's stole.  I'm six feet tall, and around my neck it reached past my ankles on both sides. It was not a scarf I could realistically wear because the stitches would have snagged and ruined the scarf.  I got a local tailor to stitch a nice fabric back on it, and while it's now safe, it's still much too big to wear.  I'm thinking of turning it into a wall tapestry.

But then last year, after Jennifer suggested I go looking on Etsy, I came across ArachneCrafts.  Now, right off I was intrigued because I love a clever mythology reference.  My years of reading comic books had prepared me for just such an experience.  And so looking in my search, I came across her examples of the One Ring scarf, called the Lord of the Rings scarf on her site.  (At this point, I have to say that I'm proud to have the one she made for me being the last in the photo examples.)

I put off making my purchase because I just wasn't sure.  I had gone to ThinkGeek and bought a One Ring scarf from them, but it wasn't as nice feeling as my Aperture Science scarf.  It was also smaller, and overall, kind of disappointing.  But finally, in December, I put in my order.

Susanna of ArachneCrafts worked with me on choosing the colors.  I wanted it to look lik the gold of the One Ring with script that looked like it was on fire.  You know, like it does when Gandalf drops it in Frodo's hand after it being in the fireplace.


Susanna was concerned that the yellow in the red-orange-yellow multicolored yarn would get lost in a golden yellow scarf.  I talked with Jennifer, and she suggested a charcoal color.  We tend to help the other see color combinations sometimes that the other isn't quite seeing.  And it turned out amazing as you can see below.



Susanna started just after the new year.  She actually got it done in about three weeks.

The only way I could be happier was if it were colder so that I could wear it.  But here I am in the scarf.  I think it's a fitting mashup with Pratchett wear plus the scarf.  It is so amazing.




Art Out in the Open

So Jennifer called me last week to say that she had been accepted to display her work at Oakland's First Fridays event on March 3.

If you've not seen her stuff, you can go here to her website.

What she shows there is just a small sampling of what she does.  She makes jewelry, wall art, cards, lotions and salves, plus so many other things.  I can't finish the description with "etc." because things are so different.  She's done gift boxes and journals, and photo albums.  It just goes on.

I'll be taking the day off to go help her.  Come find us on Friday, March 3rd, on Telegraph between 24th and 25th in front of Burrito Express.

Friday, February 03, 2017

More Acronyms

Today we learned about a new acronym: TWIC

Apparently TWIC stands for Transportation Worker Identification Credential."

After looking it up, we stared at each other, and said, "Do they mean driver's license?"

The whole process reminded me of George Carlin's bit on "shell shock" becoming "battle fatigue" becoming "post-traumatic stress disorder."

Wednesday, February 01, 2017

Acronyms

So today I read this post.

I have had several coworkers in my past go out of their way to use acronyms.  One just seemed to love it and when he spoke it was like he'd spilled the alphabet.  He just did it to seem like he knew more than you and inflate his ego.

One time, he told me there was a site I needed go where they were trenching in preparation for laying RCP.  I know I looked confused, and he said, "You know what RCP is, right? Round Concrete Pipe."  He used an acronym to save one syllable.

A few years later, at a different company, I learned that RCP actually stands for Reinforced Concrete Pipe.

Now first, that's a three syllable savings, so that makes sense.

Second, he was wrong, and I felt much better about myself.

Missing Mom

So, it's been one year since Mom died.

I'm wishing I could be home with Jennifer or visiting with Dad today.

Instead, life goes on, and I'm in the middle of my work week in SLO.

Dad put up a new post on Mom's blog that links to the video he made for her memorial.

I think work has helped me over the past year as I've been in the field most of the time which has kept me busy and tired most of the time.

Still, there are times when I think of her, especially when I go to write a blog post.

Love to you all.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

High tech Medicine

So when you get a tattoo, the question of how to treat it afterwards is the big one.

Do you keep it wet with lotion or salves or sprays?

Do you let it dry?

Ryan uses a new trick: Tegaderm by 3M

This stuff is amazing.  Since a tattoo is like a cross between a burn and an abrasion, it works great to cover the tattoo.

So since Saturday, my upper arm has been covered in this thin plastic sheet.  We wrapped the bottom of the plastic in gauze for a day because it was oozing out of a pucker, but it was dry and sealed by Monday morning.

And now the tattoo is blurry because of the ooze inside the dressing, but once the 7 days are up on the Tegaderm, it will be significantly healed.  Plus I haven't stained any sheets or shirts.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Half-Sleeve Phase 2

So I read that as a protest against Trump, you should support a local theater or artist.

It just happened that last week, I got in contact with my tattoo artist on Alameda, and made an appointment for Saturday 1/21.

So, Saturday I visited Tiger's Blood Social Club again.

And I sat for a personal record of five and a half hours under the gun.  I was there for six and half, but the gun wasn't running that whole time.

The shop has updated their webpage since Ryan started (it's been over a year since I started the work on my arm), and he is now represented.

Ryan has a great demeanor and is just a great guy.

The whole crowd there is completely different from my previous experiences.  It's a bunch of guys who are around my age doing work they love with people they love.

But here is what I came away with on Saturday.


As it stands now, I have two tattoos, after my next session, it will be only one as we connect the arm sleeve and backpiece together.


Thursday, January 19, 2017

Harry Mason

So, I went looking at the site I had linked to for Harry Mason, and I was shocked to learn that he passed away almost a year ago.  Less than two months before my mom died.

I didn't know him, I'll just say that he always remembered my mom when we would go into the shop.  He was ever the salesman getting her to try on the latest version of his earrings.

I'm sorry for his family and friends' loss.

Not Quite Old

So did you know that Pier 39 is 39 years old this year?

It's weird, but I can actually say I was there at the beginning.

We would have only been in California (the first time) for about a year and a half.

I remember how cool it was compared to Fisherman's Wharf.

I also remember the introduction of mylar balloons.

They were a new thing back in 1978, and people were being forced to learn the Ideal Gas Law.  Being 9 years old that was new to me, but it was a cool thing to learn.

You see the mylar balloons were so new that they didn't have anything printed on them.  They were just silver mylar inflated discs.  But the balloons were amazing novelties, and they were selling big time during the day.

Then the fog come in as it does and it got colder in San Francisco as it does.  And the helium in the balloons bean to contract and the taught mylar became loose.  People started tog et upset that their balloons had leaks.  I would guess that with regular balloons the shrinkage wasn't noticed as much because the balloon would stay relatively taught.  But mylar doesn't stretch, so they were saggy.

The salespeople were friendly enough, and I want to say that we got a replacement, but were told what was happening.  Then I remember inadvertently proving it right when we entered a store with lots of lights (All incandescent of course.  No LED light bulbs in 1978), and it was noticeably warmer inside.  And the balloon became "full" again.

That balloon lasted a long time... for a balloon.

Pier 39 became a regular place to go with visiting family and friends, and just to go with mom and dad.

I bought a scrimshaw pendant there.

We bought our first Yanni album there.  And at the same shop I bought a crystal heart pendant for my high school girlfriend.

I bought a big fluffy jacket that was my winter coat for years, and then my winter work coat for years more.

Mom became enamoured with Harry Mason jewelry, and it was a Christmas Eve tradition for a while for Dad to buy her earrings there (or at San Francisco Center when he had a store there).

I bought silly hats there.

I bought cartoon themed ties and clothes there.

It has changed a lot over the soon to be 39 years, but it's still a fun place to visit.


That's the Way You Do It

A new BBC announcement: Good Omens television series!

We'll be able to compare apocalypses between Terry and Neil's vision against the real thing.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Rogue Ponderance

So, I listen to a lot of podcasts.  I've been listening to Kevin Smith's (and Scott Mosier's) "Smodcast" since the beginning.  I also listen to "Fatman on Batman", "The Nerdist", "The Thrilling Adventure Hour", and "Still Untitiled: The Adam Savage Project".  Plus I've got several queued up for when I get caught up on "The Nerdist".

I'm only about 4 years behind on that one, but caught up on all of the rest.

Being mostly based on the nerd/geek community, most of these have been talking about Rogue One, and what come across universally is how good K-2SO voiced and motion-captured by Alan Tudyk is.  Something I'd seen that just makes me cackle is the following video with Tudyk relating how Anthony Daniels reacted to his portrayal:



But back in one of the podcasts, someone brought up a comparison C-3PO as a nervous wreck who spouts things in fits of cowardice while K-2SO says things because he has no filters.

And then I had a geek-piphany.

  • K-2SO says things because he has no filters.
  • K-2SO's loss of filters is because he was reprogrammed from being an Imperial droid to being given free will (of a sort).
  • Some of the things the K-2SO spouts freely are the odds of an event's failure.
  • C-3PO regularly spouts off the odds of an event's failure, in the original trilogy.
  • C-3PO was reprogrammed after the end of Revenge of the Sith to blank his memory.

Now, sure, this is all easy to explain afterwards, but did the writers of Rogue One see that pattern, and write that in?

Some may scoff that anyone would be that detailed.  First off, to those people, have met Star Wars geeks?  Second, check out this bit from the Rogue One soundtrack by Michael Giacchino that fits so well against John Williams' "Imperial March".

And then think back to how cool it was to learn about Hans Zimmer using the Edith Piaf bit in all of the levels in Inception.

Yeah, you can never go deep enough.

A Tribute to Sir Terry

I got an email today from Terry Pratchett's webpage.  It turns out that the BBC (specifically BBC 2) is going to be airing a documentary on his life and career later this year.

Hopefully, it will come onto BBC America.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Temporal Perspective

So today was only a partial day for work as we got rained out in the morning and the site was too wet to work.

I went back to the hotel, did some swimming in the pool and soaking in the hot tub.  Then I needed to vacate my room while they cleaned it.

Then I ended up in the lobby and Del Shannon's "Runaway" came on the Muzak system.  Out of curiosity, I Shazamed it, and found out it was released in 1961.

That's approximately 55 years ago.

Recently. I've been thinking about the way we look back on music.  And thought, that that would be like being in 1975 and listening to music from 1920.

Now, I'm not saying that's out of the question, but think about it.

My parents liked to listen to music from the 50s.  Sitting in 1975 that roughly 20 years prior.  That's us listening to mid-90s music now.

In high school, I liked lots of different music, but a favorite was a digitally remastered collection of Glen Miller music.  That's about 45 years prior to 1986.  Right now that would put us in music from 1970.

So, yeah, now we get into a rabbit hole that I think I'll just leave right here.


Wednesday, January 11, 2017

An Exchange

Her husband and son are big cyclists.So, I get back to the hotel from work this afternoon.  I'm wet.  It had decided at about 1:30 to do the 30 second deluge again a few times every hour.  I had ridden in this morning knowing this was a possibility but again, that's what rain gear and my fender are for.

I come in the hotel lobby, and the woman there says, "Got caught in the rain?"

I smiled and said, "I rode back in the rain.  If I'd been caught in the rain, I wouldn't have had my rain gear."

She nodded and smiled back.  Her husband and son are big cyclists.  It's cool to have someone who knows cyclists so well.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Leaky Thoughts

Today I had to stand in the rain for most of the day as I observed some digging and collected confirmation samples.

And it was while I was out in the rain... rain that was intermittent, where we would get 30 seconds to a minute of heavy rain and then nothing to a light mist for an hour... that I learned that my rain jacket was not rain proof.

I first noticed that my armpits seemed colder than they should.  Then I noticed a similar feeling at my elbows.  When I was able to take a break and get inside, I found I was wet from the shoulders down.

Fortunately, I had a spare work shirt and a second rain jacket (Columbia, so I know it's good), and finished the day in two jackets.

Now, I have to go shopping again...

Monday, January 09, 2017

Grand Cycle

So, I guess there are things that happen and you just see them again and again.

People will make mistakes and do whatever they can to cover those mistakes up.  Sometimes it's new people, and sometimes it's the same person who made a mistake a couple years ago.

Stories change slowly over the day, and gradually those stories sound nothing like the stories of the morning.

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On a related note, apparently I am the calmest and nicest guy around.  Coworkers and subcontractors gauge when things are going bad by when something has managed to damage my calm.

I had a stressful time a couple months back, and a new friend helped me find a way to manage the stress.  He said my calm versus stress level is usually no more than a 2 or 3.  But that day he saw I was up to 11 or 12.  Out of 10.

Then last week I had a bit of an issue.  When I told Jennifer later, about how I had slipped into "my very professional voice," she said, "You mean your dad's office voice?"  I had to acknowledge that.  It's the voice that he used when he was at work, and that I only heard when I got the privilege of calling him at the office, or when I was in trouble.

I have apparently taken that voice as my own for discipline.

I was speaking to a sub, and trying to get across the chain of events their actions had set in motion.  And I was using that voice.  A different sub walked by and later said that I seemed pretty upset.  When asked how upset, he said, "Like about 7 1/2 to 8 1/2 out of ten."

I like to be the guy who everyone gets along with.  [I've always said that I want my tombstone to say "He Made People Smile".  Of course, now I don't want a tombstone, so put a hologram projector in the tree that gets planted for my body to feed.]  But please don't make me use my dad's work voice on you.

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