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on keeping a notebook (http://nibot.livejournal.com/101235.html) (heat-moon) [Dec. 25th, 2018|04:56 pm]
"Remember what you have seen, because everything forgotten returns to the circling winds."

Navajo Wind Chant/quoted by Wm. Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highways, at the end.
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10/27 Sunrise hike! [Oct. 27th, 2015|10:26 pm]
[Current Location |Redwood Regional Park, Oakland, California]

Sunrise hike!
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9/20 tea in a tree! [Sep. 29th, 2015|09:40 pm]
[Current Location |Oakland, CA]

Tea in a tree! Multi-level treehouse!

Multi-level treehouse!
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Burning Man 2015 [Sep. 20th, 2015|02:17 pm]

Burning Man! After eight years away, I returned.

Of course everyone says "Oh, Burning Man, you missed it, you should have gone ten years ago, it's no good any more." But I did go (nearly) ten years ago, and people said exactly the same thing then.

Lots of people asked, "What differences do you notice?" My gut response was "Burning Man feels hella mainstream now." But if Burning Man feels hella mainstream, was it Burning Man that changed, or me? A little from column A, a little from column B.

Objectively, the event itself seems pretty much the same. There are many possible Burning Man experiences, and this time I camped with different people and I'm older now and I drove my own vehicle and I didn't have Early Arrival. But it is pretty mainstream and maybe that's for the best - radical inclusion and all that.

The most visible change since 2007 is probably the invention of the Hexayurt. And Dance Dance Immolation - a happening in which Dance Dance Revolution players are blasted with flamethrowers - is gone. I saw a banner or bumper sticker or something that said: "Keep Burning Man potentially fatal."

I remember last time, after the work of setting up camp was finished, feeling kind of lonely, biking around the Playa on my own. Almost immediately this time, I remembered that feeling. I found myself thinking, "Maybe Burning Man is not for me," and "Perhaps my assumptions about Burning Man are incorrect." How is it possible to be lonely at Burning Man? Isn't this event composed almost entirely of My Kind of People (probable false assumption).

Too many conversation started (and ended with) "Is this your first burn?" and "Where are you from?", the Playa equivalent of the collegiate "What's your major?" Burning Man resolution: start conversations with meaningful-but-not-pretentious questions. One great moment started when I asked a campmate a very basic question about music theory, which turned out to be her passion.

Vignette. Talking about the "Default World" is, in general, a faux pas, but not everyone has gotten the message. I was in a group of four, randomly assembled, doubtlessly united by a question of "Is this your first burn." Moving on, one of the four asked, "Where do you work?" (!) Eventually the person to whom the question was addressed answered, "I work at Google." Then the second person, "I ... also work at Google." And then I had to confess: "I also work at Google." Maybe this is why we don't talk about those things.

I visited the airport, too. As a pilot, the airport interests me. It actually has an FAA identifier 88NV. The Black Rock City Airport is a nexus of privilege within a festival of over-privilege, a place with touch of sleaziness and smarm. There were indeed charter-flight-after-charter-flight arriving from Los Angeles and San Francisco, extra-privileged festivalgoers arriving clean and getting on Segways or being delivered by the dedicated angler-fish themed vehicle to their turnkey hotel/camp. There were scantily clad girls exchanging sex appeal for airplane rides. But there was also a beautiful Finnish-Swedish/Guatamalan-Austrian newlywed couple in their finery on their "honey-day." I had brought my radio and was listening to the radio chatter. I answered questions about aviation. This pleased me.

I went to an event titled "Chris Hadfield Moustache Appreciation", described as: "Canadian astronaut superstar Chris Hadfield is beloved by his nation and revered by moustache-growers. Come and admire him up close and personal." Disappointingly, it turns out that Chris Hadfield was not, in fact, actually present to be admired up close and personal. The camp did, however, have a pretty cool geodesic dome full of hammocks and netting and pillows, on which I installed myself for a micronap. A girl appeared, and announced, "May I join you?" There was some low-level snuggling before we went our separate ways, both pining for Chris Hadfield.

There were very many bars - it felt like every other camp operated a bar. I wasn't too interested in drinking at a bar and talking about my nth burn and where I was from. I prefer the motif I remember from 2007, which was much more along the lines of burn barrels and campfires and camaraderie around the fire, more cowboy than citydweller. But, again, I don't know whether the event itself has changed or only my experience in it.

My previous time at Burning Man, I had Early Arrival, meaning we had special tickets allowing us to arrive a few days early, since we were building a big camp near the Esplanade. I loved watching the city come to life, working every day those first few days. For one thing, working gives a sense of purpose. Then, I remember Sunday night, when the event opened for general admission. I was on a flying saucer art car, zipping along the Playa, exploring the City that had been built over the preceding days. We encountered a girl who had just gotten in, and she was almost overcome with emotion, finally back in her element. It was my first glimpse of Burning Man as a religion and a moment that's stuck with me. This time I didn't really see anything to remind of of the old Burning Man religion (the one in which Black Rock City is your Home), and I was kind of sad for that.

But some of the Principles hold true. There was no MOOP - no free-flying trash - no litter. For an event with 70,000 people - this is inspiring.

The best thing this time was my camp. I camped with a group called Gamelan X, an "Oakland based Gamelan band" inspired by the Balinese variety of that Indonesian style of percussion. Black Rock City is big, and you will probably spend much of your time with your campmates, and you will become closer for it.

The best thing was on Wednesday - there was a procession from a camp called TaiWanderlust that actually came from Taiwan, with ornate and beautiful costumes - nautilus helmets and huge feathers ten feet tall - along with Gamelan X, to the Mazu temple. Finally something that wasn't Electronic Dance Music. A moment to get lost in. We reached the Mazu temple and the leader of the Taiwanese group said some words in a language I didn't understand and then climbed onto the roof of the temple and blew huge clouds of fire. This is on the Playa of the Black Rock Desert where there are, in general, no living things other than us interlopers. But then an EAGLE - or, at least, some kind of raptor - swooped down from the heavens, alighted at the temple roof, then disappeared again in the same manner as he had arrived. The sighting of the eagle hit us profoundly - everyone has their Spiritual Experience and this was mine.

The best thing until Wednesday was the 12-hour shower. On Monday, my first afternoon at the event, Keenan came striding back into camp, pushing his bicycle, looking very clean and refreshed and - buck naked. "At 5:30 and H. The 12-hour shower!" And, indeed, it turned out that this camp had imported 900 gallons of water and built an outdoor shower platform, operating all day every day. It was glorious. But then it turns out that the invention of the Hexayurt has led to the invention of the playa sauna - our camp luxuriated in the Hexayurt steam room at a Camp Contact. I have never been so clean at Black Rock City. This was also glorious.

I had forgotten the full-fledged spectacle of the night of the burn. Afterwards my friend and I packed up the van and began the long trek home, 24 hours en route, camping out at my uncle's house on the CA/NV border on the way. Will I go again next year? Maybe, I think so, I plan to buy a ticket. The question is always the opportunity cost, and maybe I should finally hitchhike the Icelandic ring road? But Burning Man is a city of possibility, and the feeling that that's still a deeper experience to eek out of it draws me back.
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9/19 Second solo, glider! (and 3rd and 4th) [Sep. 20th, 2015|12:01 pm]

I haven't done so much flying lately - well, compared to the weeks where I was going to Byron for flight lessons every weekend day. I did make it to the legendary Air Sailing in Nevada for a three-day weekend, but, alas, due to wildfires in Northern California conditions were terrible. Smoke filled the valley, and set up a thermal inversion that just killed all the easy lift. Some of the better pilots in better aircraft were able to get up to 12,000 feet, but then even they complained about poor visibility and returned to base. Matt and I took three tows to 8,000 feet and just took a "sled ride" back down to the gliderport (6,000 feet MSL), failing to work any meaningful lift. Another weekend I made a daytrip to Truckee (three hours driving each way!) and had a great lesson with one of our club's best soaring pilots, Buzz G.

Back at Byron this Saturday, went up with Larry, first for a high tow (to around 3,000 feet above the quarry), then a pattern tow. On the high tow, I did my best-ever boxing-the-wake. We did stalls and incipient-spin-recovery and steep turns. In boxing-the-wake, you take the glider - still on tow behind the towplane - down through the turbulent prop wash, then make a rectangular "box", going right, up, left, down around the wake. Aggressive stalls still give me the willies - pulling the nose up over the horizon, then recovering pointing very much down towards the earth.

On my pattern tow, to simulate a rope-break, Larry pulled the tow-release at 300 feet AGL. This is just above the threshold (200 ft AGL) where making a U-turn to land back on the runway - in the backwards, downwind direction - is prescribed. I made the landing just fine, but should have turned one way instead of the other to more gracefully line up with the runway. In powered airplanes, this is called the "impossible turn" - if your engine fails in the takeoff climb, powered airplanes, with their poor glide ratios, generally can't turn around to land on the runway from which they came. In the glider, by contrast, you actually have to use the airbrakes (or slip) to get down after making the 180.

After this, Larry set me off on my own, first a solo high tow, then three patterns. Practice makes perfect - in most of my flying at Byron there's been a 20 kt wind, but yesterday was calm. It takes practice to get the approach just right in varying wind conditions.

Four glider solos in the logbook now - need a minimum of 10 for the rating.
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(no subject) [Aug. 18th, 2015|10:02 pm]
>>It didn't matter the constant bleeding fingers and the 44º C temperature, all I wanted was war. I remember times when there were about 50 to 100 kites in the sky battling at the same time. It was chaos.

Whenever you have way too many kites in the sky - at least that's the "popular" rule in Brazil -, even the ones really close, you have some "hints" that the guy just want to fly his kite, rather than fight. It's kind of complicated and not always the same for everyone, but most of the time, people prefer to have all of those kites in the sky and just chill.

Specially in the neighborhood I grew up, the rule was related to time. Around 4pm the "no contest" rule was out in the window and if you kite was still up, everyone would assume you were down for a fight. So, if you didn't want to fight, you just had to put it down before 4 pm. Sometimes way too many people still had their kites up and simply manage to "run away" if someone tried anything - which is easier to do with the Brazilian model, since they are build to cross the sky in a straight line really fast. I liked to fight, but I would always get one or two guys and then lose mine. It was just too many people.

Me and my family would stay on our roof and fly from there, so there were about 7 people in the same roof flying kites and they never tangled. If you can control them and know what you're doing is actually pretty hard to "accidentally" tangle it, unless you are walking around and not warning people that you are coming their way, so they can slide to the side or something.

The biggest problems really were the weather, that was ridiculously hot, and this thing we used - I don't know the name in English - that was basically glue and really tiny pieces of glass that we glued to the line, so it would cut the other lines easier, but also would cut our fingers sometimes to the bones.

The coolest thing was getting to catch a kite that was floating by because someone lost a battle. It was hard, but every time you got to do it, it was amazing how everyone like, respected you and nobody attacked you while you bringing it down. It was really its own culture, with its own rules.<< [src]
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6/13 Sailing! [Jun. 14th, 2015|10:01 pm]

So I joined the sailing club! Vickie and I went down on Saturday morning, and within minutes we were donning lifejackets and helping to rig a boat. It was an outlandishly beautiful day, the fog burning off to reveal stunning blue skies, and the sailing club's marina is a vibrant and fun spot to hang out even if you're not sailing.

One major division in the taxonomy of boats is between dinghies and keel-boats. The latter have a heavy lead weight in the keel that's basically guaranteed to right the boat no matter how far it leans over. The dinghies just have a "centerboard" to keep them sailing straight, and have no such guarantee against capsizing. The sailors themselves act as counterweights by "hiking" outward when the boat is "heeling". (So much nautical terminology - I love it!) This club mainly sails dinghies, which I assume is also conducive to learning better sailing discipline, since the boats are so unstable.

The club has its own series of "ranks," as it were (or "ratings"), the first of which is "Junior Skipper," whereupon one is expected to volunteer to teach new student sailors. Our skipper, a "junior skipper" in the club, was William, an enthusiastic instructor whom I liked at once. We took out a Venture, one of the clubs larger dinghies, which he - a keelboat man - preferred due to its slightly better stability (over the club's smaller boats, Bahias).

The wind was blowing around 15 knots, and the sailboat got going pretty fast. William gradually got us three neophyte crewmembers up to speed, first handing off the jib (the sail in front of the boat), then the tiller, and eventually the mainsail. After two hours I had the tiller and the mainsail while hiking out with the boat heeled over and making a rather thrilling headway through the waves, across the bay between the Emeryville and Berkeley marinas.

On what was to be our last tack, somehow we capsized! To be honest I don't exactly remember what happened, but I think William and the other student were at the controls, and that student was having some trouble with over correcting and controls reversal, so I think he had just accidentally steered us too suddenly too far downwind, and the boat went over. (We were, evidently, over-canvassed and should have reefed the mailsail.) We had some trouble righting the boat and within minutes the club's skiff was there to help out.

Anyway, a super fun first lesson, and nice to go for a swim in the bay, even if inadvertently.
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5/31 First Solo - Glider! [Jun. 14th, 2015|09:21 pm]

I forgot to tell you: I soloed in the glider! I felt ready and confident and it was a great flight - definitely my best glider flight at Byron. The elusive wave made an appearance at Byron, and it was easy to find lift. I flew into the wind over the wind farm near Bethany Reservoir, slowed the glider down to nearly stalling speed, and just parked it there in the upgoing wave, watching the altimeter tick up gradually. The tow-plane had released me at 3700 feet, and I climbed to nearly 5000 feet, then gradually descended to 2300 feet while scouting out for another source of lift, which then took me back up to 4700 feet. After an hour it was time to relinquish the airplane to the eager students on the ground. My approach didn't have the full finesse I would have liked, but nonetheless made a nice touchdown and came to a rest right on the centerline at the first turnout. Huzzah

Now that Google Docs has pivot tables (awesome!) it's trivial to tally up my hours sorted by aircraft. I've flown three gliders:

D5629 (ASK 21): 21 flights, 5.8 hours (all in 2012).
N3981C (Grob 103): 27 flights, 5.0 hours.
N103FB (Grob 103): 7 flights, 2.3 hours.
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6/3 + 6/4 Sailing. [Jun. 7th, 2015|10:35 pm]
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As if flying airplanes every weekend isn't enough - I think I might have to join a sailing club. It's based right here in Berkeley, and $33/month includes all equipment and instruction...

By luck I got invited out twice last week to sail in the bay, both times out of Emery Cove marina, first with a burner on the Knotty Dream, and then with likeabikemike on his Ericsson 24 named R2.

It's kinda beautiful, and with our late sunsets, you can go for a nice sail after work on a weeknight.
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6/7 Byron Flying, Couchsurfing, and Hitchhiking [Jun. 7th, 2015|09:55 pm]
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[Current Location |Byron, CA]

Fox-Bravo / Amanda

For the first time I had a repeat Couchsurfer - Amanda, who couchsurfed at my place in Germany along with her boyfriend Brian, came up to the Bay Area this weekend for a big Quora meetup, movie-making, and other fun. Today I took her out to Byron to go up in a glider.

After Amanda's flight, I went up for two flights with the instructor (JDB). For the first time I did a satisfactory "boxing the wake" -- this is a maneuver done while being towed by the tow-plane, to demonstrate your control of the aircraft. First you descend down through the tow-plane's propeller wake (very noticeably turbulent!), and then take the glider in a square path around the wake - right, up, left, down, etc. You have to hold a lot of rudder to keep the glider flying straight even though it's off to the side of the tow-plane, and the tow-line is pulling the glider inwards. We also practiced slack line maneuvers - dealing with slack line that might develop in the tow rope.

Amanda continued on her roadtrip back to Los Angles, and I decided to give myself a little adventure and try hitchhiking back to Berkeley. I thought I'd probably get a ride into Byron, stop at the gas station for an ice cream sandwich, and then get a ride to a BART station. But, lo and behold, the first car to pass picked me up, and drove all the way back to Berkeley.

It was brutally hot out at Byron today: 96 degrees F forecast, 105 for tomorrow. Summer is here. Time to head to the mountains!
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