Monday, September 30, 2013

Mars Is Useless

And now the bad news.

Mars has 2% atmosphere. It has 4/10ths of a Gee. It has 1% magnetic field, which is the biggest problem and cause of the lack of atmosphere. The surface of Mars is bathed in micro, x, and gamma rays from the Sun. If the sun is up, you get fried into bacon about as fast as being inside an industrial lumber microwave. That's VERY BAD. The atmosphere which used to be on Mars 4.2 billion years ago was BLOWN AWAY by solar wind, ionized hydrogen molecules flung out from the surface of the sun in solar flares. Solar wind is what gives comets tails. Solar wind is diverted by Earths magnetic field. Venus has one too, nearly as strong as the Earth. Jupiter has the strongest magnetic field of the planets, but all the gas giants have magnetic fields of their own. Mars? Something bad happened to mars. Its magnetic field died shortly after cooling. Its mass is too low to have an inner and outer iron core so instead of getting the dynamo effect of earth and Venus, both of which have active volcanoes, from active magmatic activity in our liquid nougat/rock centers, Mars turned solid. It cooled. And the magnetic field is barely there. That lack of dynamism to deal with incoming radiation, powering the magnetic field to steer all that solar radiation away? That stripped off the air, molecule by molecule. That evaporated the water along with the atmosphere. This is why mars is dead. This is why Mars is useless. Any astronaut who left the confines of a strong ships magnetic field to defend against the powerful solar radiation? Cooked like a luau pig. They would walk out the hatch, step onto the surface and you'd hear them scream and boil and hiss. Eventually the steam pressure inside the suit might even burst it open. A terrible end to take a dozen steps on another planet.

This is why we send robots to explore space. Because we are too fragile to go ourselves. Enjoy the video, but remember its not all milk and cookies out there. Space is unforgiving, and very very expensive.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Interview in Chico

I went to a job interview in Chico yesterday. I made enough of a good impression to have another one today. Its a 90 minute drive in good weather with light traffic. I may be making that trip quite a few times, but its a nice series of roads, including miles of lovely orchards along Highway 70 north of Marysville. Eventually, near Oroville, the water runs out and you're suddenly driving beside inch-deep topsoil covered in grass, with lots of flood basalts sticking out to the East, the southern extent of the Cascade range. Those are NOT the Sierras. Fascinating stuff, since Chico is much closer to the active volcanoes like Lassen Peak.

The highway turns into divided freeway in Oroville and with occasional breaks for stoplights and crossing roads. By the time it reaches Chico, its elevated through town and has surprisingly few offramps, which makes driving in town a little frustrating. Some of those roads go under the freeway without providing onramps. Chico is so full of trees you don't get much view while you're in it. It reminds me of home, only it has no mountains. It also has numbered streets and avenues, just to be difficult. And its not actually north-south grid either. Its reasonably flat and has wide enough streets. This is good for all the bicycling, and I saw many of them on Saturday. If I live there I would definitely bike around, at least when I was wanting exercise. If I'm working at night, forget about cycling. Its too dangerous after dark. Too many potential flats and accidents, plus critters. I saw evidence of raccoons, skunks, deer, and possibly cougars along Bidwell Park and I understand its north enough for black bears to wander down too. Since a black bear can run faster than I can pedal, that's not something I want to startle in the dark. A lot depends on the shift I'm assigned.

Chico State campus is closed on the weekend. No Saturday classes. The place is really empty. The downtown a couple blocks away was busy and full of young people, some of them drunk, but all of them enjoying the warm weather. Considering that a monster storm, from the remainders of Northwest Pacific Typhoon, are hitting the PNW and North Coast today, and sliding inland. I'll be driving through that for my interview today. The meeting runs until early evening, which means I'll be driving south into decreasing light and then turning up the mountain into some twisty roads. I will be cautious and hope that others driving out there will be too.

Dad suggested I take an overnight bag, just in case driving looks too dangerous or I need to do something there on Monday, like a drug test at a local lab for instance. That's a reasonable expectation. If I get a job, I will need to find housing shortly and get moved in. Dad suggests I do a room-share for cheap since those exist. That can sometimes work, if its NOT a college student or wild partying folks. I need peace and quiet. I don't know what shift I'd have in this 24/7 operation. Where I live needs to be quiet enough that I can sleep when off-shift. With my own parking space, too. And with people who don't invite over druggie friends that steal all my good cookware and food from the fridge and pantry.

I have been talking and writing for a long time about mobile lifestyles, about adapting to the new economy by staying true to your own values and recognizing your current situation is not your only option. Sometimes being mobile is the right answer. Signing a lease doesn't make sense in a flexible marketplace where obsolescence is merely a contract negotiation away. If I can fit my critical needs in my car trunk and escape being stuck somewhere, aren't I getting a better life? That's real freedom, after all. The ability to walk away because you are NOT trapped. Maybe the best way to deal with that is studio apartments with minimal stuff in them and good locks.

Minimal still seems to be the way to go. Its not the stuff you have, but the content and quality. Much like being able to cook and look after yourself is hugely more important than choosing bad restaurants for dinner tonight. An apartment should be a place to rest and recover from everything going on outside it. If the job I'm interviewing for is like I think it will be, I'm going to be quite busy when I'm awake and putting a lot of time into the place, not home resting. When I'm home I'm probably going to want to sleep, laundry, cook some good meals for the day and week, and prepare for the next burst of social-business activity. The apartment is the place to sleep. Having less stuff means needing less room, and paying less for it, most likely. This also means I should think seriously about selling off or donating to charity many of the things I own that aren't critical. The trouble with "possibles" and "maybe I'll need that someday" is the cost of storing them is often more than they're worth to replace with something new when you actually need them. I've already spent more than a grand storing my stuff from my place in Pton while living here and I'm not missing that stuff very often. That means I don't really need it. Maybe when I get a place, I can work out what's junk and get rid of it then. I hate to move it, but that's better than having to replace it at the wrong time. Best to be reasonable and recognize the limitations of my disinterest in materialism. My life is about content, not things.

On days off I can visit Dad and do some exploring. First in town, then into the valley and mountains a few hours out and back. I never did visit the Modoc Plateau yet, and its an interesting place from what I've seen on the maps. Full of volcanic cinder cones. Totally worth photographing. Geo-tourism? I suppose. I could also drive up the eastern side of the Cascades through southern Oregon. Never been there either. Maybe do some picnics. It's another part of California I haven't explored yet, so that aspect is making me smile. Good pictures and some new blog posts? Yeah, that would be dandy. I shall report back later.

Friday, September 27, 2013

So Big Its Empty

The universe is big. Really big. I was a physics major before I switched to geology. Just because my IQ for geometry is 165 doesn't mean I'm good at regular Calculus. Math is mean like that. Anyway, in physics, there's a branch called Cosmology, which has nothing to do with Cosmetics and everything to do with the origin and structure of the universe, starting with the Big Bang and a little bit before that. Understanding that is the Final Technology, more important than biological immortality or mere artificial intelligence of the Singularity type. Though the Singularity MAY lead to the others. I suspect we'll want to progress quite a bit in how we organize ourselves and treat each other before we start exporting our problems to space or giving our unstable idealists access to genocide weapons. There are many things worse than Nuclear weapons, after all. Mass driver engines and rocks at 0.3 c would be very bad. Lets just say there are some secrets worth keeping.

So the universe is big, amazingly big, 12.5 billion light years to the edge from wherever we are in it. Probably somewhere near the middle. Mere galaxies are enormous. And they're finding lots of planets around stars now that astronomers know how to look and do the calculations from existing data. And that's pretty amazing. However, the universe is BIG. And the necessary qualifications for a planet that is stable enough and possesses enough feedback loops and the right temperature range, gas mix, and under the precise type of yellow star, with sufficient magnetic field, and a moon for a tidal zone since air breathing life only exists because of that. If a sun is even slightly blue its fatal levels of UV despite what "looks cool" in Hollywood movies and video games. Taking all that into account means Earth-like planets that COULD support life are going to be really really rare. And keep in mind that there's been life on earth for 450 million years before it came to us in the last 133,000. Sapient, self aware, tool using, and intelligent. Capable of civilization and real technology beyond stone tools and fire. There's been many other species which got nowhere. Even if we find another planet like ours, its likely in the amoeba or sea bugs or bacterial colonies stage if there's anything. And its unlikely to have the same DNA base-pairs we have either. The odds are strongly against it. There's 50 base pairs. We use 4 of those. Everything on Earth uses the same 4. Always has, too. See how the math is not favorable?

And its not an infinite number of potential earths. Its a finite number, despite the size of the universe. We'd have a much easier time trying to communicate to a lower or higher level universe, assuming that Onionspace aka Inflation turns out to be true. If that hypothesis could be proved then we'd have a potentially infinite number of earths to visit and space craft wouldn't be needed at all. Just portal to the next one. However that ends up getting done. A lot easier on resources.

The universe is so big, even if there's intelligent life out there capable of sending and receiving a signal, the odds are it will be millions of years before a signal can be received and the same to send back. Maybe hundreds of millions of years. Not the best for conversation. This is because space is really big. Like Douglas Addams big.

For all practical purposes, as far as intelligent life is concerned, we may as well be it. Space is too big to think we're getting rescued from our own mistakes by benevolent aliens. I want you to think about that. We are alone in the universe, or as good as alone. It doesn't matter if others are out there. They're too far away. Relativity says they can't get here faster than light speed. Which just isn't that fast in a universe that's 12.5 billion light years to the edge. FTL is a fun magical thing which is sadly for kids. It cheats the facts and its not real. I'm sorry. No warp drive. No getting out of here. No leaving our mess behind for those too afraid to jump into The Black.

We're stuck here. We'd best grow up, mature, and accept the facts. This is our mess, we must clean it up so our kids don't hate us when we're gone. We've had generations of lame egomaniacs who think the world is a pig sty they can trash, and space opera told them they can trash it more because Aliens will just clean it up for us. Aliens replaced angels from religion for the compulsively irresponsible sector of society.

This bothers me because I can see where critical technologies for improving living standards can reduce some of those murder-inducing stresses like famine and drought. They have unintended consequences too, don't get me wrong. Nothing beats responsible land management practices and birth control and proper education. And responsible voting rather than greedy.

That said the fact we're as good as alone in the universe means we have responsibility to grow up, settle down, and do our own careful terraforming using tried and true methods and some newer stuff like cheap solar and cheap desalination. I'm a fan of deep resources too, so managing forests and wild game for emergency food supply, refilling fossil water aquifers with canals, irrigating deserts and planting crops and helping the third world do the same so there is plenty for everyone to eat, everywhere people live, that's important. Save the world heritage sites, but feed as many as you can, and educate them so they aren't going to turn into armies of crusaders bent on 0.3 c projectile pilots.

I've explained previously the values of grand canals in the USA, and the use of cheap desalination for Baja, Namibia, Western Sahara, and Australia. Irrigating those manually and planting crops and restoring jungles would be huge. Deliberate biodiversity is something already happening with Wheat to protect crops from Rust, a fungus that kills wheat plants. Water to grow food and prevent famine. Science to improve the soil crops are grown in and the crops themselves. Turn the whole planet into a proper garden. Maybe we can get past the violence and barbarism that plagues our species and actually make some progress for everybody who wants it, instead of merely the top 1%: the USA and the Western world alone. We can do better without dragging the top down. Raising basic living standards is the right answer.

And we have to because the alternative to responsibility is passing on the mess to our kids and grandkids and who knows how bad that would be? I shudder to think.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Normal Weather

Here in California, the weather mostly comes from the Pacific, sometimes from the north, sometimes from the south, but mostly from the Pacific. This weather was pretty typical. A north pacific low spinning counter-clockwise brought up heavy thunderstorm, complete with hail and lightning, from the southwest. The rain was intense when it fell and then it was over and the cold air from Alaska came in behind it. Cold air over saturated ground? Fog. That's the Sutter Buttes in a sea of tule fog. Its bitterly cold down there in this picture. I was standing in 48'F air, and it was already 8:00 AM at this point.

The relatively warm water from the rain also meant that runoff was warm, meaning the river is warmer than the colder air above it. Meaning fog. The South Yuba River, which is a couple canyons over from me, is full of fog.
The canyon below me is slate creek. The one where that line of fog runs is the Yuba River. Its about 9 miles or so. Cold air is generally clear after rains like this, so visibility is over 100 miles. When the fog burns off as the day warms up, it will get hazy and this picture perfect clarity will be lost.

Perfectly normal weather. What a shame the Global Warming Kult can't get all worked up today. Sad panda. They SO remind me of the hari krisnas at SFO in the 1980's. Nobody liked them either.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Rain, Finally

So the rain from the north Pacific Low Pressure has finally spun up here after all. Yesterday it was building up on the coast and then heading Northeast, missing us by 200 miles. But now, now enough storm has come in, going up from Monterey probably, and across the Valley before climbing the mountains to this little West Virginia looking hollow and its a light patter on the leaves and gentle dripping in the gutters.

Yesterday it went from sunny, breezy, and warm to overcast breezy and warm over the course of the afternoon and evening. I'm going to some career training event thing this morning, then I'm picking up red wine, ginger ale, and coming home to make soup. With any luck there will still be sufficient weather to justify the effort. That isn't always true, after all. Sometimes these rain storms are just a few minutes long before the blow off up the hill, heading north for North San Juan and then Downieville.

Its a pity I'm not a Coder. If I was, I'd have spent the last 10 years coding GIS so Google Earth and Maps programs would be far better, particularly in storing local map data so you're not wasting server time and bandwidth on the same backgrounds over and over again. Most people visit the same places, after all. Do things right, and improve the interface, and most commercial GPS gizmos are semi-obsolete. Not completely. There is good reason for dedicated GPS units. Waterproof being one.

One of the upsides of a Geology degree is cartography is part of the package, part of the training. I understand it very well, and I appreciate it more than most. Google Earth is one of my favorite bits of software ever because it is pan and zoom with aerial photos (not satellite!) and it is the ultimate atlas of the world. I love how amazing the Earth is and while there are many places where there's repitition, there are also places completely unique. Florida is unique. The Andes are unique. Eastern Siberia is unique, and is NOT the same as Alaska. The Persian Gulf is unique, and the mounts of Mali/Algeria are unique. So are the karsts in Southern China. The Sierra Nevada are unique, and despite comparisons between my home of Sonoma (and Napa) county, they are different and unique compared to Provence.

The rain just got heavier. Big drops. The storm reaches 50 miles south to Roseville. If I get a job in Chico, and I move there and get a house to rent, assuming I have sufficient wages and job stability, I'll see if I can live with making my car a little fancier or if I must track down a light sportscar for weekend touring. Yes, its not as fun as a scooter or motorcycle, but apexing turns is great fun and massively safer in a car than on a bike. I KNOW how to apex a turn, and pea gravel and wetness on the road won't kill me like on a bike. Its those extra wheels. I'm not sure what kind of sports car is right for me, but small and light are crucial. I already know that for sure. I might track down a S2000 since they have a really high customer satisfaction rating, and it being the boonies, a convertible isn't an invitation for a box knife to cut it apart, not like in Davis or the Bay Area. I should do some research. I want to enjoy driving while I still can. And maybe I will continue to afford it as electric cars become the norm. We'll see. Rain ended after 5 minutes. See? Ah, there's a bit more. Not near as heavy though.

I've had a thing for the northern Sacramento Valley for years now because there's all this interesting potential up there. Empty store fronts, abandoned but easily fixed up bungalow neighborhoods. Why don't people live there? Jobs. So why don't big companies move there? Inertia. They haven't yet figured out that paying $4/hr more for Bay Area employees who jump ship like Indians because companies kept offshoring thinking jobs and destroyed the potential for Loyalty. If you treat your employees badly, they remember, and they get revenge. Even if its just by quitting your company and leaving you without their critical skillset which your managers undervalued because you weren't careful enough hiring managers without major personality disorders, such as sadism. That kinda thing hurts your bottom line. You have to nurture employees and treat them well if you want them to share major problem solving solutions they devise. You have to pay them properly. No cheating.

There's a big lobe of storm out on the coast range working east finally. Maybe that's our big rain, or maybe it will miss us. Hard to say. I swear I'd watch weather move all day if I could. Its fascinating. They really need to code the national weather service to cross reference prediction against actual to get their model to reality, then use that coding to do their Global Warming predictions. The bigger the variance, the smaller the grant to the "climate scientist" making it. That should help get them to be scientists. For example, if you just found new data, like drilling through ice in Antarctica for the FIRST TIME, you can't treat your discoveries like they're a change. You have one data point. For all you know it has always been like that. Such as the discovery of the Ozone Hole was treated as a change, when it has probably ALWAYS been there and is likely naturally occurring. The fact that it grows and shrinks seasonally is a big clue. Unlike finding water moving under the ice, for the first time ever because it is a new discovery, they have been tracking the growth of sea ice, which is the largest in decades. Sea ice would be a sign of cooling, wouldn't it? But only if the trend continues year after year. The lunatics and cultists want wild action now. With insufficient data and no discipline, no understanding of statistical error or the fact that they're conning each other into higher states of panic because they aren't scientists. They're cultists.

Sedimentary deposition is the study of environments from which they form, also known as stratigraphy. That's an entire discipline in Geology. I saw not one Stratigrapher in the Global Warming Kult fantasy, the IPCC report they love to cite, and has been refuted and attacked by most (2200 of the 2500) of the scientists named on the report without their permission. They really object to having their work taken out of context or having their reputations smeared by bad science. They don't get nearly enough press for that. I'm kinda surprised 60 minutes didn't meet with some of those objectors, and find out why. Its their kind of news, the scandal they like so much. So why isn't the funding of religious kultists a good enough scandal for the news? They should be all over that? After all, we're having normal rain, not much in the way of hurricanes, none of these major extremes that the kultists insisted would happen.

And the K for kult is deliberate. Most of those people are ignorant tards who barely graduated college if they even went, and I suspect that we wouldn't have any of them if we still had standards for passing Critical Thinking to get your diploma. We used to. I think they dropped it after I graduated.

Huge storm passed, and more is coming. Had pea-sized hail, but not enough to cover the ground in white, just here and there. They melted fast. The heavy rain was rushing off the roof and going too fast to roll under the gutter guard. Rain is picking up a bit. This is the light section. There were some thunder booms and a couple lightning flashes I could see. Soup was nixed by Dad, maybe tomorrow. Going with plain mushroom soup coated pork chop instead. We'll have salads and avocado, of course. That's always good to keep your vitamin levels up. Guess its a good thing I didn't buy fancy brown bread after all. I miss that stuff. There was this one soup and salad buffet place, a chain called Fresh Choice, which makes really good brown bread. Its loaded with Thiamine, an essential vitamin I go through five times faster than you do, so it was quite satisfying for my nutritional needs. Would love to figure out how to make that myself.

Hope everyone is having a good weekend.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Acorn Squash Soup

So tomorrow it is supposed to rain. I don't know if this will actually happen or if the meteorologists were studying meteors again instead of clouds. I swear: weathermen and LSD do NOT go together, though their accuracy rate is about the same. Hmm. There IS a band of weather just off of Eureka, so maybe it comes inland but weather it comes this far South is the real question. Anyway, lower temps, more angled sunlight, clouds, rain: this is soup weather!

So I've got various squash Dad and I have been growing all summer and they're ripening. We'll have to bring them in if it rains anyway and I've got a big green acorn squash anyway. A proper soup needs french trinity veggies, red potatoes, savory meat, and beef broth. I bought these things for that purpose. Oddly enough, last winter I figured out that kitchen shears and breakfast sausage make excellent meatballs. Cutting the little sausages even bends the edges into the right shape so they're mostly round.

Good soup is all about color and contrasts. If its just mush with no texture, no flavor, you screwed up. That is why I think that good soup is more of an art than people think. Most sad mortals are cursed with memories of busy mom using a can opener to heat some Campbells condensed in a pot on the stove, possibly burning it in the process, and hating the flavor of the bland stuff but glad Mom took the attention to notice so the emotional context is all messed up.

The essence of good soup is contrast. We have five flavor taste buds. Sweet, salt, sour, bitter, meat. Meat is spread all over the tongue, not just one area.

French trinity vegetables (onions, carrots, celery) should be cut into large enough chunks to be recognizable after an hour of simmering, yet steamed enough to be mostly soft. I always take off the outer two layers of an onion because they don't cook down right. Decades of experience, don't argue. Onions should be either half thin cut to dissolve or into quarters to leave recognizable chunks behind. I don't use white onions and instead focus on yellow because that's what grows here locally and they cost half as much.

The celery should be between 1/2 inch and 1 inch chunks, larger if its cooked longer. Keep in mind that celery is a spice when cut thin and a vegetable when cut thick.

Cutting carrots into the right sized chunks to be soft enough is tricky. You should have a good idea how long you're cooking this stew, and remember that carrots are sweet and you have to counter that with salt and sometimes small amounts of vinegar or peppers to bring back the sour and counter the sweet. Acorn squash is sweet as well. When served alone you halve it, scoop out the seeds and cook facedown in the microwave with a splash of water. Takes about 10 minutes. The water steams it until its soft.

The potatoes are mostly there for texture, and keeping them intact instead of venting starch into the soup and turning it into stew, wrecking the contrasts of the veggies and meat, this is why you use boiling potatoes like reds or Yukon golds, not baking potatoes. You can avoid this entirely with pasta, but in a winter soup I often want both. There's vitamins in each worth having, and their textures are really different. Only thing better is actual fresh bread served on the side.

Not unsurprisingly, you need really good broth and seasoning to make this work with the bigger veggies. They won't release as much flavor into the broth, so you really need to taste before serving, and sometimes unexpected spices are a good choice. For example, cinnamon and allspice are good with chicken, but I only learned that because its how they season meat in Morocco. If you DO put chicken in, be sure to preseason it, and cut it into small enough chunks that the seasoning will stick in enough places. This is a valid approach, and why hot spicy sausage is a good choice with soups because the cooking will spread it out.

As for oil, you need some and the reason why is many of the spices used in soup, like cumin or pepper, are oil soluble (miscible) rather than water soluble and you want them to blend into the ingredients. I find good quality olive oil is the best option there, though some people prefer dhal (butter). Don't use soybean or rape seed (canola) oil in soup. Its nasty and imparts bad flavor.

Good spices for soup are the classic fresh ground pepper (because fresh ground isn't oxidized and bitter yet), cumin, tumeric, sage, marjoram (best fresh from the garden still on the sprig), and thyme. Rosemary CAN be good in soups but usually its unwanted or too much. Sage has to be used sparingly as well. Wine and beer are both interesting flavorings if used sparingly, since the hops in beer is a strong preservative like cumin. Lemon is a preservative too, but I don't usually care for it in soup. Butter may be considered a flavor, and cream a thickener.

Soups can be thickened with cream, milk, flour and water, and masa which is the special corn meal used to make tortillas. It is NOT the same thing as corn meal because it contains lye (NaOH). Its best saved for stews and thick sauces including chili because masa does not clump like wheat flour will. I may get around to reposting my Better Than Third Place Chili in the near future. It is the right time of year, after all. Chili takes well to hops. Make sure you've finished cooking the soup properly before adding a thickener, and remember that thickeners absorb and dull flavor so a soup that is too spicy gets rescued by thickeners, but one that's bland gets more bland. This is often fixed with excessive levels of salt, which is why cheap soups have 1100 mg per serving. Chili too. It does perk up the tongue, but its bad for the kidneys. Be nice to your kidneys.

Anyway, sweat your French Trinity with the lid on for about 10 minutes over low heat. Add other veggies, meat, seasoning, and beef broth, using water to reach top of veggies if you don't have enough broth. Simmer on low heat for about 35-50 minutes, stirring every 20 or so. About 10 minutes before finishing, add about 1 cup of multicolored spiral pasta because it is healthy and tastes good. It should cook almost instantly in the hot broth and absorb some of it.

Serve with fresh bread if you have it. The darker the better. With room temp butter or cheddar cheese. Its allowed to sprinkle the soup with parmesan cheese, but no sour cream dollop. Not unless you put a bunch of peppers in there.

The above recipe also works with white or yellow hominy, which is a kind of large canned corn. Really large. Its healthy, just drain off the water its packed in. Another good option are beans. Not too many, but beans go well in this soup if you add some cumin and peppers. You can also add stewing tomatoes though they tend to turn any soup they're added to into minestrone, and I don't care for that dish much. Personal preference. Mushrooms are good in this, and eggplant chunks would probably be good too. Neither one is actually nutritious food, but for whatever reason people like their flavor. Maybe good childhood memories? Here's to nostalgia.

I hope you find yourself in the mood for soup this weekend. With the basics handy, its SOUPER easy. See, a pun. Praise my outer geek.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Fall Morning Chill

You can tell it is Fall because its cold in the morning. Low 50's. The sun warms it back up again, but we're not getting that searing heat anymore. It just reaches the slightly sweaty level if you're working hard. I leave my window open for the fresh air, and because I like that connection to nature. During the night, as the chill comes on, I shift deeper under the comforter, gradually curling into a ball. The cold is refreshing, a change from the long months of hot nights of the summers here. Fall is my favorite time of year. Its a fine season for Classical Music and creative efforts. Summer is heat and Jazz is best for that, but Fall is all about the Brahms, Schubert, Dvorak, and Beethoven.

Sure, after the sun comes up it starts warming up fast, but the shadows hold a distinct chill and the wind blows down into those shadows from the north, sometimes dry, often damp from the ocean. One of the facts of California is that a storm is about 4 hours from being detected at the coastline to hitting the Sierras and potentially dumping snow. That's about halfway through a serious hike, right when you're tired and eating lunch. Usually up something treacherously steep because it is challenging enough in good weather and offers a great view, and sharp exposure to breezes and rain and potentially snow. My hike this summer up to Loch Leven Lakes would be dangerous this time of year, if only because real weather could blow in.
This is Lower Loch Leven Lake. Pretty, but surprisingly small too. This looks amazing but its about 200 yards across and about 400 yards long. And less than 4 yards deep for most of it. It was mostly a pond on top of a mountain. Very pretty, and a hard climb up due to 800 feet vertically worth of scrabbling over boulders and tree roots. But picture that with a snow storm suddenly showing up and having to scramble down, even as the snow gets heavier and the storm intensifies? Not so nice. I don't carry a tent and winter jacket during summer hikes, but serious storms happen and they have trapped and killed people before. The Pacific is an ironic name, after all. Its utterly violent and so huge all sorts of things can come out of it. Including 27 foot long great white sharks used to swallowing full grown 10 foot long elephant seals whole. Those liked to rest on the beaches where I grew up. They're bitey too. They put up signs to warn you off the beach when they take up residence.

Fall on the coast means even stronger icy wet winds from the north, sometimes fog and wet mist that makes you damp and cold very fast, sometimes bright sun and sharp froth on the sea between huge breakers surging onto the shore. Beaches are often short with a tall cliff. Great protection from tsunamis, of course, since those are worst where the continental shelf is longer sloped and the wave energy can build. Sharp drop offs? Not so much. Cliffs stop them dead. I always make a point to live too high for a tsunami, even a big one, to reach me. I also don't live on a coast because just because we don't have hurricanes there NOW doesn't mean we haven't in the past and won't in the future. And I've seen the evidence of hurricanes in the rock record from over 100,000 years ago. And more recently, a few thousand years before we started burning coal. So much for "abrupt" climate change being caused by people. The Climate Cultists should just go die. They don't want to know the science or the history. Its INCONVENIENT to their claims and totalitarian ambitions. Upside of geology is I know the facts and they can't con me. Just wish the general public would stop funding the Klimate Kultists.

Inland, the weather is way more like I remember as a child. More moderate summer heat, chilling Fall weather, occasional rain. Winters with snow, and hopefully lots of rain is what is needed to fix most of the local drought. This brings me hope we'll see some this year. I don't need massive flooding, just proper rain and some snowpack. Give the tourists a long ski season. And me an excuse to make delicious soup. Soup makes me happy when it's cold like this. Maybe bake a ham. Sometimes the price on those is really good. $12 for about 8-10 pounds and sandwichy goodness? Also, pieces of ham are great in soup, several different kids. Like split pea or lentil. I mostly gave up on lentil because it makes me really bloaty, but if you can tolerate it, more power to you. And I've got acorn squash to use, and soup is one of the better options for that. I do love to cook, and having an excuse to do it makes me happy.

See? I'm not that complicated.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Early Fall Hike On Donner Trail

Its early Fall in the high sierras. This is a meadow on the Pacific Crest Trail. Those trees on the other side of the red bushes? I-80 isn't far beyond there. This is Donner Pass. Castle Crags are the black rocks high above. There were 40 mph gusts that day, and the high temp was mid 70's at best. The grass in the foreground is a former alpine lake that has been filled in by debris and pebbles from the granite behind me, then water-tolerant plants grew up and the meadow itself is filling in with bushes and eventually trees. In a decade, this will just be more forest. There's only really standing water here in the spring, and its not very deep and vanishes quickly. That's how meadows work. Alpine meadows end up being a place that special grasses absorb water and grow longer than they normally would. Ranchers take advantage of this by grazing their cattle on regular grass on the hillsides, then moving them into the meadows in mid-summer where its still green, but after the meadow soil has firmed up and dried out a bit. In the spring, when these meadows are flooded, bugs and frogs live in the grass and rainbow trout wriggle through a few inches of water to eat them. When they get too big, they're constrained to the stream itself, and they also get eaten by birds like egrets, hunting for frogs as well. The ecosystem does this provided erosion doesn't cut the stream too deep and drain the shallow pond that a proper meadow must maintain to support the ecosystem. There are people who fill in the erosion and slow down the drainage to restore the meadow and thus improve the grazing once more. Its not that cheap, but its not that expensive either. Most of the materials are rocks, clay, and soil.
At lunch with this view, a little ways South of our usual spot. In the other direction I had this:
And this is what you see when you get a little closer to the edge. Donner Lake on the right side.
And yes, that's about 1000 feet down below me. No, I'm not afraid of heights. The two strips of pavement are I-80 on the Eastern Side. They're in pretty good shape right now. Not once Winter chews the heck out of it, though. Imagine pedaling up that on a touring bicycle. Ugh.
Dad on a ridge of granodiorite, complete with xenoliths.
You can hear the trucks in the background, but look at this view. It looks fake. Its a real place though. Free, too. Just wear decent hiking boots because you need to clamber lots of rocks to get there, and it will be snowing in another month.
Carved by glaciers, dropstones left behind when it melted back during global warming 19,000 years ago. Al Gojira won't be reporting that. It undercuts his message of blaming humans. I wish they had more proof about the comet impact 12,000 years ago in Canada. I think its pretty weak evidence. Maybe there was a fragment and maybe that flash melted the big Canadian Ice Sheet and wiped out the megafauna in North America. Maybe. If so, we could see a return of the ice age much sooner since we're at one of those reglaciation tipping points. I wouldn't mind. These places are beautiful to me. Watching the glaciers reform and creep down the mountains? Lovely.
The actual pass is over there, on the left. In a low spot, obviously. The rest stop was just beyond that meadow, the actual top of the pass. You hear the traffic on the trail but the scenery is so beautiful you sort of tune it out. I suspect the big upside of them eventually legallizing marijuana is places like this won't be dangerous to hike in because there would be no point killing hikers for stumbling on a pot field. There was one discovered near Bowman Lake, beyond that distant peak on the left, a huge meadow lake, that was acres across and run by the Mexican cartel. They'd cheerfully shoot anyone who found it, which is a big bummer since a couple rock climbers are writing a book about a local cliff near the lake. Near I-40, which runs south of this spot, the old Donner Pass Road, there's a popular spot for rock climbing up this same granite, good for beginners and intermediate level, and its easy to get to so gets visitors from East and West sides of the mountain, usually a hundred people on the weekend days. Ambitious bicyclists climb the old pass road, which is about 2000 feet vertical from Donner Lake well below. Its a very hard climb and tests a person for hours, even on the lightest bikes and the greatest fitness level. The place I hiked was threatened with condos, but locals bought up the land and got it turned into a park instead, which I'm glad about. Its beautiful. Mom really liked hiking there with Dad, having lunch.
Bark beetles are killing trees, and strong winds through the pass drop them suddenly. We found several new trees down since August. 
The breeze was gusting 20 mph the whole hike, btw.
In the next few weeks the alders will turn golden and it will be worth a proper drive through the high country. In another month, the Salmon will run at Travis Creek near South Lake Tahoe on the Western Shore, and thousands of people will come to see them. Smaller than you'd think, yet still salmon, there due to an accident. The Sierras are a harsh environment, but this also makes them strong and the time there precious and its moments fleeting. A place that cries out for a good camera. If you visit in coming weeks, be sure to bring yours.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

To Say What You Mean

There was an anime called My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU that came out last April. In it, the anti-hero says things adults think about High School after having years to properly reflect on how horrible it really was. The hero says them while trapped as a student. His teacher insists that he is wrong and forces him to join a service club where his perfected self-isolation, his choice, is disrupted so he can be a good citizen and conform like all the other ants that make up Japanese conformity. He is cynical and sarcastic and says what he means, and its refreshingly honest to have a character very much in tune with reality instead of the endless pretending, something that results in the highest suicide rate in the world. Its really unhealthy to fake it.

The endlessly needy sheep love to insist that lone wolf types (like me) are evil because we like to be alone instead of with them, wearing fake smiles. Because being different is the same thing as evil. And its not even creepy different, its just we'd prefer to being alone that be surrounded by fakers. Fakers aren't worth the effort of pretending to be polite. Folks like me know what we hate. I cry no tears over the deaths of crummy people. You're not supposed to say that they won't be missed, that they did nothing important, that they were irrelevant during their lives and merely ate food that could have gone to someone more useful, unique, or creative than they were. You're not supposed to say that because people know, deep down, that its true.

And that's what I like about this show. Its about saying the stuff we're thinking, the dark truths we know about the useless fakery, the people we know deserve some pain in their lives because they're pulling us all down... those people. What are they good for? Yes, we're not supposed to cut them off, or tell them to die, but in your heart of darkness, you really want to. Its the polite veneer of civilization that stops you. Its antisocial to tell them to die. In Japanese the word for die is "shineh", pronounced shee nay. Its usually said with a flat glare to indicate you are serious.

SNAFU has a lot of things to say about groups of people. About how they cut each other down, and settle for being the lowest common denominator, and how socialism is the death of happiness. It blocks aspiration. You may as well be a pothead or kill yourself as settle for being a smudge, just another sheep.

It is one of several shows about honesty, which is utterly refreshing in a nation of fakers. Japan is suffering for its fakery: declining population, very high unemployment. They are what we are going to become. Studying Japan is studying the future. Even if they still haven't come to the current decade of music and their tastes in fashion tend towards things considered too extreme for Paris or Milan. Wide collars are still in, and those went out of style in 1979.

Oreshura is also about honesty. Its about a guy who wants to go to medical school and thus has put all his time into studying rather than deal with crappy high school romance and "friendship" with all the useless eaters surrounding him. Then he gets blackmailed by a woman who needs a fake boyfriend to stop all the idiots hitting on her. She's sick of it. Something like 50 different boys have formally asked her out and she'd like a break. So she finds the delusional rantings of the hero in a diary and uses that to force him to pretend to be her man, ending the suitors and giving her some time for herself. She's intensely selfish, narcissistic, and the hero finds her repulsive. They of course end up friends and their cold sadomasochistic relationship twists itself further. I pity any children they have. It can only end in blood, or more likely a painful divorce and even greater bitterness on his part. He will be fortunate if he can managed to study and get into medical school, somewhere far aware from the woman who takes such pleasure abusing him to her own sick ends.

I happen to think the nerdy do-nothing misanthropes with an unwanted harem are probably just Japan admitting that their biggest fanbase are autistic kids who will never have to worry about reproducing thanks to their autism being excellent personality-based birth control. Autism is interesting in that it seems to be a dominant gene and makes autistic kids as the rule rather than the exception. These end up being troublesome people and unable to fit into cultures where fakery is required but has such high costs its rarely worth it. Ergo, programs about kids who don't want to fake it and just tell people off, or worse stare at them and don't say anything but their expressions are clearly saying "die in a ditch". Well, can Japan sustain its superiority complex as even this becomes a mainstream and popular admission? Can America?

This is a big part of what both heroes of SNAFU and Oreshura are about. The pointing and laughing they do against the fakers around them and you sympathize with their irritation. Perhaps we should be doing this in America, vocal derision and cynical objections to mock those who would insist we die for their ideals while they stay safely home feeling good about our deaths.

20 years ago, California was full of people refusing to be fake, but then the 90's happened and the fakers became dominant, controlling the rules, who got paid, who got jailed. It was all about faking it. About dishonor. Compassion is just another name for looking down your nose. And really, that's the biggest problem of all.

Both anime are available to watch free on Crunchyroll.com

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I am baking banana scones, this time with chocolate chips, dried cranberries, and chopped dried apricots. Baking scones is a wonderful thing because they produce lots of awesome for little effort and with allspice, your hunger is activated. With cinnamon, you can uptake all the sugar into your cells without getting wasted on all the insulin since it doesn't need as much to cope. This is why cinnamon buns are twice as sweet as anything else. The cinnamon is an insulin-like chemical. Type 2 diabetics who eat cinnamon with their meals can sometimes forgo other insulin-like uptake chemicals like Metformin. Sometimes. I am not that type, but I like the way cinnamon tastes and its good in baked goods, much like Allspice which is an appetite enhancer.

They are good. Better than last time. I added a 1/4 cup of Greek yoghurt to this. They're even more moist than before. Cake isn't this good.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Not so Atsui

Atsui means hot. Its not so hot today. Its 81'F and Dad and I have the house open, letting the breeze traipse through, gentle as you please. Its hazy out. For whatever reason, the haze is too thin to appear on radar, yet thick enough there are no shadows outside right now. This is not helping my laundry dry on the line. Oh well.

I'll be cooking Sweaty Chicken tonight. Sweaty Chicken is fun. It starts with vegetables, sweated in a pan with a lid on low heat until the juice comes out and they soften a bit. Scrape to one side, offset the pan, add oil to the clean spot and turn up the heat to fry rice. Once that browns enough add water and chicken.

I generally sweat the French Trinity of Onion, Carrot and Celery. They are excellent savory companions and do good things to meat. I'll also be making rice o roni, mostly because it tastes good and Dad and I both need to eat enough. The chicken is already defrosting with soy sauce because the soy is an appetite enhancer. Mom did not need marijuana to eat after chemotherapy. I was cooking the meals and soy sauce did the trick.

All that rice leaves a fair bit of leftovers and the sweated veggies make the rice taste better, particularly since you cook the chicken in the same pan, so it gains from the flavors too. Its a one-pan meal. And one container for the leftovers. As a home cook that's valuable to me. Cuts down on cleanup time. That plus salad and maybe some broccoli and its well covered. The best part of the above dish is once you cut up the veggies its pretty easy to do and hard to screw up even with minimal attention.

Hah! There's a slight shadow now. Looks like the sun is trying to come out after all. Doubt it will get much warmer. And I'm glad the smoke is going somewhere else. Its good to breathe.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Pumpkin Pie Mocha

I'm pretty sure that Starbucks makes a pumpkin pie spice mocha, but I don't spend $5 for a single cup of coffee these days. I spend $10 and buy a couple pounds of coffee to enjoy for a couple weeks. Its a thing.

So I was in the mood for a pumpkin pie spice mocha and opted to throw one together.

1 T caramel sauce
2 T heavy cream
1/4 tsp cinnamon
pinch nutmeg
pinch cloves

Stir until spices are floating in mix, add hot fresh strong coffee. Top with whipped cream and more cinnamon.

Obviously, there's no actual pumpkin in here, but the spices do nice things to the coffee and since their oils dissolve miscibly into the other oils, like the cream and the coffee itself, it works. The caramel provides the touch of sweetness. I don't like very sweet pies. I prefer them spicy or sour. Its a thing.

Atsui!

Its not yet 9 AM and its already 81'F. There's a downslope wind blowing from Nevada. I can't quite smell the sagebrush but there have been times when it was there in the background. The air is clean, but a little on the warm side and I find myself closing up the house. The news says there will probably be thunderstorms in the high Sierra this afternoon. Considering the heat, I agree that is possible.

A job I already applied for has another position up in Chico, so I applied to that one too. Me and 2700 other people. I wouldn't mind living in Chico. Yes, its hot up there, but its also reasonably quiet, being the northern Sacramento Valley, and hosting one of the big college campuses, famous for being a party school, but also for sports medicine and nursing. Chico is also the home of that green bottled IPA, Sierra-Nevada Brewing Company, which started as someone's hobby in the 1970's, brewing beer for the big keggers. Chico State is one of THOSE schools. Chico also has hipsters and an active scooter store. Its got a grid layout for the streets so you can actually get around there, unlike towns built on the Cul-de-sac system which is more efficient use of land and prevents through traffic, but makes cars necessary because they prevent through traffic. Grids are better for the post-oil period. I will keep studying DC electrical so if I get a call, I can pass the tests. I wouldn't mind moving to Chico. Might be more fun than here.
Salmon spawning in Lake Tahoe
I read today in a not especially good news source that more scientists are calling for global cooling as the explanation that sea ice is already covering the Arctic ocean, weeks ahead of schedule, and the lack of hurricanes this year, as well as lower solar output are clear signs of global cooling. They are reaching to claim it will last another 15 years, like the one in the 70's and 80's did, but climate is funny that way. I suppose it is possible. I'd love to see 20 feet of snow on Donner Pass every year. Great for skiing, for the water supply, for here and for Reno. Keeps the fish and boats happy in Lake Tahoe too. Ice pack on the northeastern slopes also provides crucial summer water for the plants up there, meaning there's more for critters to eat and for hikers to photograph. Maybe Azalea Lake would get some Azaleas.

Next time I go down the mountain, I want to drop by my storage space and retrieve some gizmos and hopefully find the floor jack so Dad and I can lift up his truck and fix the parking brake, as well as change our respective oil. Hell, I'd change my oil today if I could. And maybe fix the parking lot dings on Dad's little red car. Its very pretty that car, and very fast while still having all the luxuries but the MP3 player stereo and a GPS. Dad says he doesn't need it, but he didn't need the Kindle till he got one and now he uses it every day. Laying down to read a book is nice, he says. MP3 player stereo is nice because you can put in one disc of MP3s and it just plays for the next 12 hours or so. I should make a better mix, however. I'm kind of tired of the one I've got. I bet Dad would enjoy various Diana Krall tracks. He takes his Jazz seriously.


Saturday, September 7, 2013

Banana Scones

I baked these a little while ago. Excellent.

Start with this recipe: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/scones/

3 c. all purpose flour (not bread or pastry)
5 tsp baking powder (not soda)
1/2 tsp salt (not kosher)
3/4 cup shortening (butter would taste better but is plenty expensive)
1 c. milk
1 egg

Then modify it.
1/2 tsp Allspice
1 tsp cinnamon
pinch each of cloves and nutmeg
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 ripe banana

Flour, sugar, baking powder and salt are all right as they are. Add spices, then stir dry ingredients with a fork BEFORE adding any wet ones. Swap butter for butter crisco, cut into mix. Add mashed banana, cut into it as well. Add wet ingredients (milk, egg, vanilla) and stir. Mix will rapidly thicken into a heavy paste. This is fine.

Instead of kneading, use two large spoons to drop plum sized lumps of batter onto greased cookie sheet, 12 to a sheet. The edges will bake together but they still separate easily. Increase cooking time to 17 minutes but keep it to 400'F, center rack.

Serve with bitter tea or coffee. If you happen to have the makings for a bitter chocolate mocha, use that, or a pumpkin pie spice mocha. The outside is crisp, the inside tender like cake. Ideal for a cold Fall morning.

Total prep time is about 25 minutes including baking.


UPDATE:
Enhance the above recipe with 1/4 cup Greek yoghurt. I used honey, but vanilla would work too.
Add: 2 T chopped dried apricots
2 T dried cranberries
2 T semi-sweet or dark chocolate chips

The end product is more flavorful than cake and has better texture, and the sour apricot and cranberries and bitter chocolate form a nice balance to the sweetness of the scone and banana. Bake time is the same.

Constitution Day

Nevada City is hosting Constitution Day events today. A parade, living history, and civil war battle with cannons and muskets. They do this every year and people drive from other states to attend. During the civil war, the twin cities of Grass Valley and Nevada City picked different sides based on where the miners living there were from, though at no time was slavery legal in California so it was mostly a matter of association and favoritism rather than marching to war. News of the war came by telegraph and there was little more than a few drunken brawls over the subject. Still, in September, Constitution Day is celebrated here with coplayers, tents, and cannons.
And everything is hand made and accurate for the period.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Why I Like Some Things

Why do I like bicycles? There's a sense of freedom as your swing left to right, balancing your body, leaning into turns. Its symmetry. The near silence of it, as you propell yourself faster than you can run, it is incredible efficiency and freedom. Motorcyclists say that motorcycles are freedom, but they're always having to stop to get gasoline. Bicycles run on your energy. If you have food and water, you have fuel. Bicycles are freedom. You just have to work for it.


Why do I like Fall weather? In Fall, the nights are chilly and you have to start layering. The air is brisk and cold, yet the sun is achingly hot wherever it touches. Its the sharpness of climate as you drift through icy shadows and back out into scorching heat, and every breeze smells like polar ice, roaring down from Alaska, across the sea and over the coastal mountains before racing across the valley and arriving here and make fleece pullovers your best friend once more. I love my longsleeve wool shirts, my down vest, and soon I'll have to find a proper winter coat since the old army jacket belongs to my ex-wife and it would be wrong to wear that.

Why do I hike? Any hike is good. Get your muscles going, your heart thumping, the blood racing through me. I've been a hiker since I realized as a child that other kids were sadistic bastards. Just because they had mercury poisoning from our community well doesn't make me feel any particular sympathy or forgiveness for their violence against me. Hiking was an escape from them. Hiking was too much like work for their tastes, so off I went, trespassing (and well past the statute of limitations so I can admit it). If I were doing that today, I'd probably take a GPS and a botany identification book so I could run a bio survey of my favorite hike. The hike I did today, while it was still cool, I did with my GPS running. Its still nifty. I then uploaded the data to my PC and found that the period of time where it zooms from your last point to the current location? Yeah, it records that so you need to remove that data point. Thankfully, Garmin software (free) lets you edit the file. I used to do that kind of thing in Pathfinder for the Trimble GPS I used 12 years ago. It wasn't quite state of the art, but it was close.

Why do I like Motorcycles? A motorcycle, and a scooter, is a noisier bicycle you don't have to pedal. Considering that the roads I grew up on killed people, and you could hear the Cafe racer motorcycles buzzing like angry bees suddenly stop from a few miles away, followed by sirens from the local fire station as paramedics went to see what could be scraped up for the closed casket funeral (once in a while there was a survivor in those wrecks but mostly not), I think I'm showing a great deal of courage and maturity to appreciate these. The roads around here, provided you're slow and very patient, likely yield some lovely scenery, ideal for a scooter or a slow moving motorcyclist. Good brakes and bike wheels are mandatory, if only because of the steep hills and bad pavement. Motorcycles are also cost effective. A Prius is around $25K or so. A commuter motorcycle is closer to $2-5K depending on the motor size and condition. A brand new 500cc or 650cc bike will set you back around $7K but it will also get you better mpg than a Prius. Its just miserable in the rain. I think, like we see in SE Asia, that motorcycles are our future, that we'll all be riding them because its that or stay stuck in one place. We can joke about electric cars but the raw materials to get everyone an electric car is simply not available. I'm sorry, it just isn't. There isn't enough Lithium for the batteries. Contrast that with motorcycles which are more fuel efficient and an infinite number of them can be built because they're steel, aluminum, and plastic. They don't require reliable electric power or solar panels. They can run on booze or used cooking oil or synthetic gasoline or a bottle of compressed natural gas. Whatever. The point is everybody can have one because we DO have enough steel for that. Its not a fantasy like a world of electric cars, currently just as impossible as a world filled with Zepplins. I've always been VERY realistic in my scifi writing. Its why I'm writing this blog, after all.
Wouldn't you like this for your Sunday driver? 
Why do I like roadsters and convertibles? Great driving is NOT about fast in the straightaways. Any fool can do that. I saw many wrecked muscle cars in the 1970's having drag raced and flipped, right in front of the paramedics at the fire station where I grew up. It was an open secret that around 10:30 PM on Saturday night, the local guys would pull the headers off their muscle cars and see how fast they could go. And many of them died doing that too. I don't hate muscle cars, but I do recognize that what killed them, besides meth and alcohol, was having a crappy suspension that couldn't keep the wheels on the road, and the cars couldn't corner, which literally killed them. I grew up appreciating how to Apex a Turn, something my niece still doesn't know how to do.
Apexing is something I'm good at and my efforts back when I first learned to drive seems to be something like riding a bicycle. I will never forget how. Figuring out how many gees your vehicle can take, and whether the suspension will hunker down and hold or try to fight you and kill you when under max load? That's a special kind of fun. Its risky, of course, but my ex couldn't apex a corner either. She THOUGHT she could, but she never managed it while we were together. Maybe her new beau has had better luck. I like Apexing. I like feeling the car engine roar as I brake before turning in, coast to the halfway point, then power out of a turn. Its a wonderful slingshot effect. Most of the time I drive like an Old Man, but in a good handling roadster? Its wonderful fun. I think in a post oil world, I'd still want an ultralight roadster for Sunday driving just so I can Apex turns. I'm rather pleased that the Monterey Shale oil means I probably can. Others will too. It will be an expensive hobby, but no worse than owning a powerboat or an RV.

In the short run, there are many joys worth embracing. In the long run, most will be around if you're willing to accept their limitations. I'm sure that people will still go to the movies when you have to get there by bicycle, just as people went to air shows and car races by horse and buggy back in 1910. We adapt. It is our good fortune that things are not so bad that we much adapt too much at once.

Chuck Norris' California

I often find myself missing the California I knew as a child. Back then, drunk driving was a ticket with a modest fine because cars were slow, handled poorly, and drunk drivers mostly ended up in the ditch solo, not head-on into a bunch of school kids in a minivan. Big accidents with lots of deaths were super rare. Drunk driving was a self-resolving problem. Same way unprotected sex leads to babies. Back in the day, California's narrow roads, uneven surfaces, no white stripe on the side... all were big clues to either slow down or die. You needed to be perceptive and very intense to live through something as trivial as driving on a country road.

The roads I grew up on were also set to state max speed limit once you got out of town: 55 mph. That sounds slow in today's nomenclature, but consider. We had heavy thick fog almost every morning. You couldn't see around the corner. You might not see the corner until you were about 100 feet from it. You'd see the glow from oncoming car headlights about 400 feet away, but not the car until it was half the distance. In the old days, the center line in the road was white dashed. We didn't even use yellow yet, and no Bots Dots. Or reflectors. We didn't have them in the roads yet. That came in the late 80's. There was also no bicycling shoulder, or shoulder at all. The country road I grew up with was two cars and 8 inches wide. If the oncoming car was wider you slowed down and both swerved, hoping your wheel off the road didn't drag you into the ditch. And sometimes it did. I saw plenty of cars in the ditch from that. The fire department was pretty busy dealing with all the wrecks, but we were less about lawyers back then, and more blase about safety. Nerf was for kids, not for grownups. Grow a pair (tits or testicles).

I miss those days. People today are so obsessed about safety, about living the longest they can, about their comfort and preserving their childishness. In the 1980's, it was like Chuck Norris was normal. Who is like that now? Everyone was a bad-ass. Housewives smoked and drove 450 hemi engines in their woody stationwagon or shag carpet lined Van. Not a Mini-Van, but full on, painted scene of the side, van, where she and their father got it on and started their family in the first place. Back then, shotgun wedding was literal. All women were like Faye Valentine. They didn't have time to get fat. Too busy with the brats. Back then women weren't ashamed to only be a housewife. Other women respected how hard it is to raise kids and run a household. It was an understood reality. We didn't have talk shows for women to brag about sloth and selfishness. It didn't exist. That was a 90's disease. In the 80's we were tougher and just got stuff done. It wasn't even interesting enough to brag about doing stuff. You just did it.

I miss that.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Oops

So I started reading a study guide for a job I applied for. I'm astoundingly ignorant on DC electrical. Yes, I haven't had need to use it since college, but its rare for me to forget so much. If colleges actually taught skills instead of whatever it is they're doing these days, folks might have been inventing stuff that mattered. This country might even matter. Instead I'm staring at all this electricity stuff and realizing I don't remember how it works anymore. I feel a degree of shame.

I'm working through the pre-test exam sample questions and visiting online resources. Wikipedia has everything, of course, though not always written in an understandable way.
WISC is better. They have a huge section on explaining how electronics works. Electronics was really my brother's thing, back when we were teenagers. I'm more of a philosopher and art person. Ergo, all the opinions and the photography and statements of "this is right, this is wrong". All artists make decisions and choices as to what is right or wrong. Even with simplest things like the color to paint something or the focal length or the angle. Its the decision making that defines the artist. People with no opinions aren't artists. That's just how it is. You have to believe your decisions are right or you never finish anything.

I want to learn this. There are too many jobs in DC electrical not to learn it. I have the wrong pedigree and language skills for govt. Even if I end up wiring up trailers or motorcycle harnesses, its something.

Siskiyou County (PRK) Votes To Secede

Siskyou County borders Oregon, northwest of Mount Shasta. Its biggest town is Yreka, and has a small population, mostly ranchers, mostly Republican because Democrats like the Easy Life. Those mountains are anything but easy, summer or winter. Issues of water rights and fees for wildfire control (CalFire) have resulted in a general dislike of continuing as a part of California. The county supervisors voted 4:1 in favor of secession, which is technically legal provided the state donating the land agrees to allow it. Since I-5 goes through there, they'll want to get more counties involved.

The North Coast is pretty battered by state laws that do nothing for them, and the interior North is hardly any better off. Cows only grow when there's sufficient pasture, and pasture comes from water. If there's drought, there's not enough pasture, not enough cows, not enough money. Poverty and desperation mix to form rebellion. Secession may only be a cry for help beyond the indifferent state government in Sacramento. It would be interesting if they and several other counties opted to finally form Cascadia. I doubt it will happen, but if it existed I would probably move there. The view is nice, and I kinda liked Ashland, though they need more jobs.

Secession is probably better than paying for Governor Moonbeam's $25 billion dollar water tunnel or his trillion $68 Billion dollar train to nowhere plus early retirement funds for several million crackheads in Oakland and LA. If only we weren't paying taxes to keep those crackheads fed, the economy might recover. Of course, if we stopped these multibillion dollar projects that only seem to benefit the construction contractors, we'd have more money for other projects. I suppose it is possible the delta tunnels will allow the salmon to recover, which could get their numbers back up. That would be a good thing. If the current route for the train to nowhere was scrapped and the original design, running along I-5 as an express that only stopped in LA and SF or San Jose... that would be better. These gerrymandered idiocies are not good for California. We really need more sanity in our world. A well run hotel gets more tourists and fewer complaints. California needs to stop being a slum and start being a well run hotel. Its what the tourists expect. And tourists have money.

Maybe if the state restored all those old passenger rail cars, and allowed the lines to run again, we'd get tourists hopping on and off the trains in various towns for a few hours, for a bike ride or picnic or day at the lake. Local tourists used to do family outings to places like Modesto or Merced, on the way to Yosemite, or the way back. Now those places are full of Spanish speaking thugs and junkies. Who stops there now? California needs to clean up its act. Stop being permissive to evil. Hammer it down. If it were responsible, Siskiyou county wouldn't be voting to leave. They'd ask for help and get it. Maybe if CalFire lowered its rates, since there's not a lot of brush to clean up there, ranchers wouldn't be so angry.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Trash Day After The Storm

It must be Tuesday.
I live in the Sierra foothills, the lower reaches of the mountains. We are less hot than Auburn at more than twice the elevation, but don't get much snow like higher up. This is the sweet spot, basically. Over Labor Day weekend, a long narrow storm swept in stretching from Tracy to Nevada dumping most of its rain here, bringing lightning and thunder along with it. It managed to flash the power with a few hits, but no apparent fires. There was sufficient rain to spread soil and gravel on the various roads, and wash the accumulated dust down the drains and streams. I washed my car on Saturday morning to get the dust off. The rain took off the rest.

The air is clean, no trace of smoke. This above picture I took an hour ago on my walk in the neighborhood. This being the sweet spot for weather, folks retire up here. Some of the people in these houses work, but most are retired. Its 45 minutes to Roseville, and closer to an hour to Sacramento. That's a lot of gasoline to be able to live without gunshots or crackheads wandering the streets. Maybe its worth it, especially if you have children. The rain was apparently caused by an atmospheric river from Hawaii. Though I understand there was a couple tropical storms in the Pacific to provide the moisture. It was very odd how it centered on this town for the majority of its rainfall and then kept creating storms to dump here for the whole day. Very odd. Still, its nice to get clean air. You can see across the valley now, past the Sutter Buttes.

I'm feeling a bit out of sorts, despite the nice weather. The economy up here is really crap. The retired people have what they want and they don't spend much money, so there's few jobs to be had for those tiny trickles. The current president isn't funding much govt spending up here, and with low bidder contracts, those seem to go to people out of town, leaving those of us living here annoyed and frustrated. While I can wax rhapsodic with the best of them, and still love the scenery of my state, the people living here often scare me with their brutality, violence, and lawlessness. Everybody seems to be "I got mine" or "I'm getting mine, get out of my way". There's no inherent respect for others. It's just more of the viciousness of claim jumpers during the Gold Rush. I hardly know what to make of it. I now wonder if the more positive outlook I saw when I moved back up here a year ago was delusion, if it was optimism.

Now that I've read that Men are just as depressed as women, and its considered a disability, does that mean it will be protected like one? Will it become illegal to hire or fire based on "Optimism" since that's discriminatory against Depressed people like me? Hope that happens soon. I'd have way more work opportunities... of course, half the jobs I"m suited for I can't do because they are hiring a skirt, not a pair of pants. I just want to work for sufficient wage to pay a mortgage. Failing that, one that pays the rent long enough to find one that pays a mortgage. Employers that claim they want stable long term employees never pay enough for a mortgage, much less solo-rent. They're discriminating against people like me, who really just want to be left alone. What a pity.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Rain Again

At 4:50 AM this morning, in the dark, it began to rain. Much as yesterday, it was reasonably big drops. Unlike yesterday, my car sunroof was already closed so I could make coffee and just listen to it peacefully. I'm having cheap mocha, which is coffee with cream and chocolate syrup. Not as good as the real thing, but I didn't want to wake Dad with the microwave beeping. Not when we could both enjoy the sound of raindrops at our leisure. The storm overhead is a long streamer of cloud that stretches 10 miles wide but 100 miles long, all the way down to Roseville on the flatland and up the mountain through us, past Downieville and the Sierra Buttes, heading for Grayeagle on the far side.

The rain cloud yesterday was the same. As the storm rises in elevation, the air gets colder and can physically hold less water so it condenses out as rain all the way up the slope to the crest of the Sierras. Ergo, why the west side are wet and the east side are dry. The intensity of the rain comes and goes, but I'm enjoying both the noise and the higher humidity. Glad I did my laundry yesterday.

Happy Labor Day.

UPDATE: After a short break around dawn, more storms formed in Sacramento and while some drift east, others came straight at us so its raining off and on every 10 minutes or so. Looks like it will be dry in the Valley, but wet up here. A good day to take the corners gently. There's been flashes of lightning, rumbles of thunder and I suspect the lights may go off.

UPDATE2: Just got back from the Valley. Its dry and nice down there, with the clouds up here visible beautifully. Unfortunately I was driving so I don't have a photo but it was really pretty. As soon as I started hitting hills, it started raining and by the time I got home it everything is wet and it seems like the pattern this morning has been going on all day. There was a short blackout which affected several of the clocks and shut down my PC and the garage door, temporarily. It was back up and running when I returned, but still. There's also an inch of rain in the gauge out back.

Ironically, there's a 24+ hour marathon of James Bond movies running on one of the movie channels right now. DVR recordings. Moonraker is one of my favorite Bond movies, being the remake of You Only Live Twice or Dr. No, if you prefer. Most of the Bond movie plots are recycled. Only From Russia With Love is based on real events, allegedly by Fleming himself when he was OSS.

Its warm as the rain falls. I've got my window wide open just to listen to drop pound the grape leaves outside.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Secret Awesome Mocha

If you're like me, you enjoy your coffee. If you're not like me, you enjoy your coffee too, but don't care about all the thiamine it provides, something I DO care about. Chocolate is good for male reproductive health, the darker the better, though 60% cacao is about the limit of edibility. I keep it in stock like vitamins and eat about 2 tablespoons of it per day for extra thiamine and theobromine, which are both important nutrients for males. It does nothing useful for women.

If you enjoy hot chocolate, you no doubt are aware that powdered cocoa can make a decent cup, provided you mix it right. I tend to start with quality cocoa, turn into paste in a little milk, add a trace of sugar, a trace of vanilla extract, and milk. If you do it right, no lumps. If you add too much milk, the lechithin which keeps the cocoa powdered will make lumpy bubbles of cocoa that tends to burn in the microwave. This is common knowledge, and not the best way to make cocoa.

The best way is to start with a chunk of baking chocolate, add a teaspoon of salted butter, and heat 10 seconds in the microwave in a coffee cup. Stir until smooth, add a trace of sugar and gradually stir in milk. If you do this right, you make a gnosh at the start and sort of thin it with the milk. The result is thick and coats your mouth completely unlike powdered cocoa. The salt in the butter enhances the flavor a great deal and the final outcome is the best hot chocolate you've ever had.

Now, that gnosh of chocolate and butter? Add hot coffee. The salt in the butter works with coffee too, and the right amount of sugar sweetens it right. I do suggest some cream in the gnosh, about a tablespoon rather than just butter, but if you do that and sugar, the coffee will thicken nicely without needing the burnt and rapidly oxidizing failure that is espresso. I just use strong coffee instead. My version can be drunk more than 3 minutes later.

This is considerably better than Fake Mocha (Fok-ah) made by your Mom, or Mother Fo-kah as we called it at a prior job. I still had coworkers with a sense of humor back then. Good luck finding those now. Everyone is so desperate they'll jump at the chance to skin baby seals for a buck. Good thing we know how to make better mocha for cheap instead of paying $5.50 for one at a coffee shop.

Vegetable Gardening

After Mom passed, Dad and I swore to keep up her garden. He's been doing most of it while I was going to work and helping with the heavy stuff. After my job ended I helped more. Merely keeping it up wasn't that challenging and Mom always looked for improvements. We did too, so have planted various things.

The two of us planted squash and tomatoes and we've been looking after other plants. We originally had lettuce in the greenhouse but once daily temps passed 100'F in there, they were wilted to death so we gave that up and just buy it now. When Fall comes, we'll plant more stuff in there. The big surprise was the squash. Once we lost a pair of trees (oak died first, then the cedar blew over) to termites and strong winds, that let enough sun through to make plants there grow like mad. Since termites don't care for live non-woody plants, the squash is doing great. We've harvested many zucchini this summer, and we ate the first of the big heritage tomatoes last evening on our salads. Very good. Wish we'd planted more.

Despite all the iron, the soil is very productive when you water your plants. The house is in the middle of undeveloped iron ore deposit, fairly common for the Western Sierra Foothills. After all, below us are gold mines, and there's arsenic and tin and silver there too. If you weren't aware, this is pretty common for metals in a metamorphic rock series, much less pegmatites in hardrock, since the silicates tend to concentrate after reacting out the iron and manganese into Olivine and Pyroxene and eventually Biotite and Muscovite mica before Second Boiling bursts and cracks the rock to deposit long crystal quartz and actual metals like gold etc. You see it all over the place where Granite is exposed. If you use Google Earth and highlight Highway 49 in California, you can follow the track of the actual gold to the crest of the sierra, then track Highway 89  to the northwest and follow it over into the Shasta-Trinity area. The rocks change, but the gold is still there.

Where there is water, and careful gardeners, you can grow decent veggies. Raised beds where there's arsenic, but otherwise veggies do fine. Apparently pot growers like it here too, but I'm not one of those. Our grapes are less than stellar, putting most of their energy into growing vine wood since it was up against the fence we rebuilt last year, but next year, if we are careful not to over-prune, it should make more grapes. These are either chardonnay or chenin blanc, based on their size and color. Dad may surprise me with some other varietal, however. It might be Reisling. Serious vintners usually start by buying grapes and making wine, but then start planting their own to lower costs. It kinda doesn't work that way, but that's mostly a matter of the cost of water pumping and the amount of labor needed for a good grape yield per acre. Its not like I want to stay in place and be a farmer, because they always get screwed by govt and taxes and you need decades of investment to repay the loan that bought the place. Grapes aren't a commodity, since there's too much quality variation and too many kinds of grapes which produce very different wines. Its not like rice or wheat.

Down on the flatland, where you can get cheap enough Spanish-speaking labor, you can grow veggies in large enough lots to wholesale at a good price. For the rest of us, planting veggie in our yards? Labor costs are what time we can spare, and yields are usually tied to water and fertilizer spent on each plant. The big upside to growing veggies yourself is pride, sharing with your neighbors, and eating those veggies for dinner. Fresh picked they do taste excellent. I hope the little rain they got last night makes the plants that much happier today.