Patent Pondering

On the Difference Between National Park and Forest Campsites

2014-08-17T18:11:00.002-05:00

Our national parks and forests are a treasure. As David, a motorcyclist
I met while camping out in Yellowstone earlier this week said, "This is
the first national park in the world. While you're riding through the park
tomorrow think about that." I did think about that and it's huge, both
Yellowstone and the idea of national land set aside for the people.

The United States first established Yellowstone National Park in 1872. The
law stated, Yellowstone "is hereby reserved and withdrawn from settlement,
occupancy, or sale under the laws of the United States, and dedicated and
set apart as a public park or pleasuring ground for the benefit and
enjoyment of the people."

see: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellowstone_National_Park

As a common user of our public natural lands, I can say, the establishment
of public lands is one of the best features of the United States.

Back to the subject at hand, I recently rode from San Francisco to Crater
Lake, Glacier National Park, Yellowstone, Lassen Volcanic National Park
and back, and camped out mostly the whole way. I stayed in state park,
national forest and national park campgrounds in California, Oregon,
Idaho, Montana and Wyoming. Sitting now in the Summit Lake campground
located in Lassen Volcanic National Park, I can tell you I much prefer
the more remote national forest campsites.

Don't get me wrong, this place is beautiful, but the solo or small group
motorcycle trips come with a sense of solitude and remoteness that just
isn't matched by the well traveled parks during the height of summer
vacation season. I prefer the days be bookended by the same disconnected
feeling you have in your helmet on the road. The national parks have more
campsites closer together with kids running around screaming and babies
crying and that detracts a bit from the experience for me. Give me
a quiet setting, off the beaten path, any night and I'm a happier camper.

Elevator Lobby With a View

2013-05-23T23:57:00.000-05:00

I sit in the 19th floor elevator lobby alone. There are two chairs here and the backs shun the panoramic view of Ottawa’s unseasonably cold night. Midnight is sneaking up on the lobby from the east and I have a liter of beer that’s worth at least two. The beer was brewed not far from here.

The elevator rings randomly but, so far, the doors have remained shut. Sometimes I enjoy writing in a public space. The thought that someone may chance by gives me a sudden sense of urgency and I forgot what I was going to say.

On the plane ride to Ottawa, the man sitting next to me flipped through about five pictures of a motorcycle for about an hour. It was a colorful cruiser sort of motorcycle. The handlebars and forks raked back at a lazy 45 degrees. A tiny teardrop of a tank sat on top of a mass of black and grey metal which was the engine. The chrome and slightly trumpeted tail pipe shone out in front of an oversize chocolate doughnut of a back wheel. I wouldn't buy such a cartoonishly designed bike, but I can’t say that is was unattractive.

It was in good condition, I think. I could only sneak a good peak now and again because I didn't want to give away how interested I was in what my neighbor was doing during his flight. Nevertheless, interested I was. I wasn't at first, but I had noticed that he was cycling through a small set of pictures of the same object for a while.

What interested me was not so much that he was looking at a motorcycle, but that he was looking at the same four or five pictures of the same thing over and over. What could he possibly be thinking about this bike? Is it a bike he was considering purchasing or selling? Was the bike stolen from him? Did he total the bike on a road trip? I could hardly focus on reading my own book, a pre-flight impulse buy, because of his obsession.

It’s midnight, Friday morning, and two people have now walked by my writers outpost in the 18th floor elevator lobby of the Quality Hotel at Rideau and King Edward in downtown Ottawa. I've now decided to call this the 18th floor even though it’s labelled 19. Sorry about that. The 13th floor doesn't exist, so this is really just the 18th floor. Either way, It is still the top floor of the building and the view behind me is nice.

I didn't talk to the guy with the pictures of the motorcycle at all. Well, maybe a word or two about the logistics of our proximity, but that was it. I mostly just read my book and noticed things about him as he existed so locally to me for about two hours. The motorcycle did cause some introspection, but I’ll leave that story for another time.

I like the feeling of the elevator lobby on the 18th floor (named 19) of the Quality Hotel in downtown Ottawa. It feels comfy in this chair with my back to the intersection of Rideau and King Edward 18 metric stories below. Rideau is all torn up down there from road construction.

The security guard just told me that I needed a cup for my beer or he’d take it from me. I went and got one.

Such is life.

Only by forgetting...

2012-01-23T19:24:00.000-06:00

It's late afternoon on the last full day of my seven-day trip to San Francisco. The night before I left Chicago, I watched one of my favorite movies of all time with a couple of friends -- David Byrne's True Stories. This quote has been in the back of my mind the whole time I've been out here:

"I really enjoy forgetting. When I first come to a place, I notice all the little details. I notice the way the sky looks. The color of white paper. The way people walk. Doorknobs. Everything. Then I get used to the place and I don't notice those things anymore. So only by forgetting can I see the place again as it really is." -- David Byrne, True Stories.

In that vain, I've attempted to forget as much about the first few days I spent here in order to see this place as it truly is. I'm unsure how successful I've been at this task; but, I feel like there is a certain freedom in this city that doesn't exist in Chicago. It's a freedom that I can't quite enumerate here, in words. Something about the people or the place or the combination of the two. The cool climate seems to subdue the blood. The topography of the streets seems to elevate expectation of what's around the corner. Unfortunately, even though I try, I still can't help but notice the doorknobs and the way people walk.

Or maybe, I'm just externalizing my own freedom. The freedom of traveling alone and away from my milieu.

Aquaponics for fun

2011-11-30T08:23:00.000-06:00

So, my brother recently sold and gave away most of his worldly posessions and moved to Africa with his wife. They're working in rural Ugandan medical clinic for a year and a half. Among the dishes, towels and motorcycles they left me were a few living beings that I am now the owner... (owner sems such a strong word when talking bout a living thing...) lets say, "caretaker" of.

Embwa, a swahilii word meaning dog, is a 70 pound mutt full of energy and love. Joe searched for a good home for him in peoria, but it was not looking good for the "little" guy so I just told Joe that I wanted him. I've never really wanted to keep a dog, but I have known Embwa for at least a couple of years already and couldn't stand the idea of him going back to the pound.

I live real close to the city and my back yard is cement. I live alone and work five days a week. On top of that, I'm the sort of person that always has to be doing something. I'm in a band; I'm in a community college guitar ensemble; and I'm always making up crazy random tech projects for myself.

It's been about a month or two, and I think me and the dog have worked out a good routine and a few understandings that help us exist with each other. I'm glad to have his company and think I may be turning into a dog person. I have not gotten to the point yet that I enjoy picking up warm dog feces.

I am also the caretaker of a dozen goldfish and a young koi that are part of a simulated ecosystem. This aquaponics system was moved from Peoria, IL in August to Chicagoland -- gravel, plants, fish, and all. I only wonder if any of my neighbors saw Kathy, Joe and I with flashlights in my backyard all night constructing the system until the early morning light. They had to wonder.

The system consisted of two large Plastic containers. One Above, full of gravel, and one below, full of water and fish. A water pump was running constantly carrying water from the fish tank, up to the grow bed and into a series of smaller "feeder" tubes that directed the water to where each of the plants were situated. The water would then, after running through the gravel and across the bottom of the basin, drain back into the tank below.

This "Drip and Immediate Drain" system was hard to maintain. Plants needed to be sitated in the grow bed directly under a drip feed or they wouldn't neccesarily be getting much of the water. By contrast, in a flood and drain system, since we are filling the entire grow container, any plot in the growbed should receive equal access to nutrients.

Anyway, the aquaponics system existed outside for a while, but it got cold. So I moved the fish indoors for the winter and setup a small ebb and flow system in the south-facing kitchen window. Besides using an autosiphon, this indoor system differs in other ways. First of all, I can see the fish. I like being able to see the fish, they look healty, and I think I am now caretaker of the biggest goldfish I've ever seen. Secondly, and more technically, I'm using hydroton expanded clay pellets as a grow medium. I decided to use them because they're lighter and easier to work with.

The plants don't seem to be growing especially well, and i'm not sure why. There could be a lot of different reasons for this:
Insufficient light.
Insufficient quantity or quality of nutrients.
Poor cuttings.

I'll be performing some information gathering and experimental changes to attempt to discover the causes of lack-luster growth in the system.

Thoughts on the Subway

2011-11-15T18:04:00.001-06:00

When I'm waiting for the train I like to be close to the edge of the platform. From there I get the the best vantage point for spying or hearing the oncoming transport. However, as it approaches the station, I always modify my stance from parallel to perpendicular to the tracks. It would be so easy for someone to come up from behind at the last second and transfer just enough energy onto my person as to propel me into a collision course with all the kinetic and momentus energy of the oncoming vehicles.
Crazy, right? While the modification of my lower limbs would slightly increase the prerequesite force to send me to my doom, it is by no means the best possible position to maintain to avoid such an occurance. Yet, this small defence that I mount somehow makes me more secure in my up close preparation for boarding a crowded thorax segment on the millipede home.
Upon entering the car, I look for a seat and something to do to detach myself from the reality and people around me. On good days I write or read, depending on my mood; on bad days I try to stay awake. Sometimes I do anything I can to distract mself from the intense desire to urinate on any light pole that I can see out the window flying in reverse as if it's heading back downtown.

Nexus One gets an OTA Update to Gingerbread Part 2

2011-03-03T13:55:00.000-06:00

My Google Nexus One finally got the long anticipated Gingerbread OTA release. Google announced the release in a tweet on Feb 22, 2011 and has been rolling it out since. The update applies to the new Nexus S as well.

This new release of android focuses mostly on changes under the hood. While the interface has minor cosmetic differences, the big changes are underneath. SIP support built-in to the OS, new power-consumption analysis, and groundwork for more diverse hardware platforms.

User interface wise, it looks like a new software keyboard, better copy and paste, and text input in general. Especially if your device doesn't have a trackball.

Nexus One gets an OTA Update to Gingerbread Part 1

2011-03-03T12:33:00.005-06:00

Well, I was surprised early this afternoon with a notification about a new OTA update being available for my Google Nexus One. Gingerbread here we come!

Will followup with more screenshots...

TRITON SEE2 Xtreme UV200 in Linux, Works!

2011-02-19T12:15:00.013-06:00

I'm trying to install the Triton Technologies See2 Xtreme (sic) UV200 USB 2.0 External DVI/VGA Video card on a Debian Squeeze Box.
(Buy it from Amazon: Tritton SEE2 Xtreme, USB to DVI or VGA External Video Card, 1920x1200 resolution )

$ sudo lsusb -s 2:3
Bus 002 Device 003: ID 0711:0950 Magic Control Technology Corp.

Forcing the kernel module to load and trying Xorg yields:



(II) Module sisusb: vendor="X.Org Foundation"

compiled for 1.7.6.901, module version = 0.9.3

Module class: X.Org Video Driver

ABI class: X.Org Video Driver, version 6.0

(II) SISUSB: driver for SiSUSB chipsets: SIS315E/PRO USB

(WW) Falling back to old probe method for sisusb

(EE) No devices detected.

Using this kernel compile howto, I then compiled linux kernel 2.6.37.1 with this simple patch.
And it works!!



(II) Module sisusb: vendor="X.Org Foundation"

compiled for 1.7.6.901, module version = 0.9.3

Module class: X.Org Video Driver

ABI class: X.Org Video Driver, version 6.0

(II) SISUSB: driver for SiSUSB chipsets: SIS315E/PRO USB

(WW) Falling back to old probe method for sisusb

(II) Found SiSUSB dongle (node /dev/sisusbvga0, minor 0)

(II) SISUSB(0): SiSUSB driver (2005/09/28-1, compiled for X.org 1.7.6.901)

(II) SISUSB(0): Copyright (C) 2001-2005 Thomas Winischhofer 

(II) SISUSB(0): *** See http://www.winischhofer.at/linuxsisusbvga.shtml

(II) SISUSB(0): *** for documentation and updates.

(--) SISUSB(0): Found USB dongle (device /dev/sisusbvga0, kernel driver 0.0.8)

Thunder Snow '11

2011-02-08T20:53:00.000-06:00

In the yellow light diffused by the overwhelming snow falling in dense quantities from the heavens, we sat eagerly awaiting our impending doom. The talk for days of sno-mageddon, or sno-pocalypse some preferred, had ratcheted our imaginations up to the point of intense expectation.

I feel that, at least for me, there was a moment that lived up to the hype. It was an amazing feeling that night, if you happened to hear the thunder and see the lightning as the peak of the freak snowstorm passed. It was as if a door had been opened in your mind. With all the fantasy of storytelling that we grow up with and are bombarded with in our media rich lives, we sometimes forget how amazing the world can be on it's own.

Once, when I was a boy, I was outside playing in the yard. All of the sudden it started raining across the street, but in our yard it was dry. It was dry and the sun was out! It stayed like this for what seemed to be tens of minutes. This was a mind widening experience for me. "Of course there had to be an edge to the rain", I had thought. I had just never experienced or thought about it so starkly and statically.

In a similar way, when the computer voice read the weather report over the radio and uttered the phrase "thunder snow", my brain jumped a little inside my head. Just because I had never experienced a thunderstorm that happened to be dropping snow on me didn't mean that it couldn't happen.

I can't quite put my finger directly on what this changed inside of me, but I feel like it definitely changed something.

Logic

2009-06-09T10:04:00.002-05:00

I am a person, more specifically a man, that tends, at most times, to look at the universe as a giant system that obeys some fundamental principals, laws if you will. Application of these laws allow engineers to build bridges and skyscrapers, doctors to cure diseases or redesign faces, scientists to piece together where we've come from, what is happening, and where we could be going. The practical application of logic has allowed us, as a species, to progress in so many ways that I will not continue to extrapolate on them here, as that is not my point.

In a high school geometry class, one expects to learn how to calculate the area and perimeter of basic shapes, to memorize a bunch of formulas, and to apply those skills to the 'real world' through the solving of word problems. Our teacher used the same standardized text as the rest of the mathematics faculty, but he had more to impress onto us than solely geometry. Many of my classmates said that he was not a math teacher and did not appreciate him. At least, they didn't appreciate him at the time.

One day he asked the class how fast we were moving. Puzzled, looking around, the class assessed itself. Everyone was in their chairs, not moving at all. After an uncomfortable silence Dr. LaFruit explained to us that our speed is relative to other objects. For instance, even though we felt as if we were sitting still, we were traveling at hundreds of miles per hour relative to earth's axis, tens of thousands of miles an hour relative to the sun and hundreds of thousands of miles an hour relative to the center of the milky way galaxy. All while sitting on your ass, perhaps even sleeping through a freshman geometry class. Quite possible this fact might expand your mind, if you weren't sleeping of course.

Logic is learned but it comes from that Ah-Ha moment that jumps up to surprise us. I remember when I was a young boy, playing outside on a rainy day. I watched with amazement as rain fell across the street and my side of the street stayed dry. Before that experience, I had never really thought about the fact that the rain had an edge. My world had grown slightly bigger and more complicated.

Some teachers, the good ones, teach by leading a student to that moment. On multiple occasions, Mr. LaFruit had started class by holding up a map of our galaxy, the Milky Way, that had a small point away from the center labeled with an arrow an the text, "You Are Here." He would explain to us that the sun would, in 4 billion years, swell into a red giant and engulf the first four planets of our solar system. "This will destroy the planet earth," he would say, "your grade in geometry does not matter."

This was an odd thing for a math teacher to be telling a class full of math students. Perhaps that is why I remember it over a dozen years later, while many other memories of high school fade into the background noise of life. I think now, I'm beginning to realize what he was trying to lead us to.

'car'puter resurected

2009-05-22T16:40:00.012-05:00

A couple years back, I went all out and installed a PC in my '95 Chevy S-10. I purchased a MP3Car custom car computer and an in-dash motorized LCD touchscreen all from mp3car.com. Other than a 12V power supply that was shipped DOA, everything else worked.

A couple years later, I was parked overnight in the city and someone broke into my truck and stolen the radio and the in-dash LCD. On the bright side, they hadn't taken the actual computer that was behind the seat.

Recently I dusted off the computer and purchased a new 12V LCD touchscreen. I haven't yet spent the time to permanently mount the unit in the car, but I have attached the LCD mounting bracket to a spacer piece in the dash, above the radio.

Unfortunately the spacer isn't really designed to hold any weight, so I nailed a piece of scrap wood to it re-enforce it's ability to hold weight. Not the most elegant solution, but it works ;-).

With the LCD mount in place, and the computer wired up sitting on the passenger seat, the next step is going to be finding a more permanent and out-of-the way placement for the machine and all the wires.

No matter how it's mounted, it was definitely ready to take out for a test drive and do something fun with.

Spring Has Sprung

2009-05-19T12:32:00.008-05:00

Spring storms have passed through, the earth soaked up the life giving liquor that fell from the sky. The tulips have bloomed and since dropped their petals to the earth. The trees in the backyard, silent for a season, have started a fresh conversation with the wind.

I saw a bumblebee bouncing in the breeze the other day, legs loaded and hanging orange, visiting the numerous blossoms of the flowering redbud tree. I thought about how the bees were all disappearing and sighed. A harbinger of drastic change in our environment lies in the stinging menace. Children jump up, yelling and waving their arms, to escape them. Adults, with intense faces, avoid them with haste. I watch in wonder, this insect bobble through the air. Never would I have thought, the bee could go extinct.

Spring is a time of new beginnings, not only in the dirt, but in people's hearts as well. Flowers are not the only things blossoming.

Middle Night Over Tired

2009-05-15T14:58:00.019-05:00


Middle of the night over tired insomnia
 Pulling sleep is like waking teeth
  Maybe every thing is for the best
   or at least fatally unchangeable

predetermination is inherited incapacity
     change is scary and hard to do
   I walk and hear the televisions
in the middle the mixture is brown


the blue and white light flashes hypnotic
   my parents sleep in different rooms
     to different subliminal dream seed
perhaps you're better half off without me

I wonder what the TV dreams when it's not awake
       selling sex fear desire and greed
  soaking up hours and years making
escaping scapegoat faking love near

What is the sound of a family of one
   where are none of your friends
keep them close mistaking the reason
grab the cat hear the fat purring clear

There are a few fish in the freezer
but they're disappearing from the sea
      and the streams of thoughts
  pour out of my head like blood


The jeans are tight and i'm singing
           high pitched with fright
the night seems to last all mourning
and i don't know what's worth the fight

i can't spell and don't believe in heaven
 gory to god in the high fear of hell
  let swell the choking choirs cries
   at least to make me feel something


I well up constantly 
    but cannot cry

I'm keeping it all pinched inside

I want something to hurt me outright

                            Clear my Clouded Sight


     Alas, We are all absolutely alone in the end
        Collect you, one or one hundred friends
     Have a Husband or a Wife and Five Children nigh
     Not one person can come with you when you die

              When my time draws near
           I hope I've let go of my fear
       so that if I do go somewhere to dwell
          Inside my mind it would be heaven

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