Friday, August 16, 2019

You may have noticed a big bunch of new posts here

You may have noticed a big bunch of new posts here. These are pieces that I wrote that used to be on Google Plus. Some of the political stories are on Medium, but the fiction should be happy here.

I'm a one issue voter.

2017-12-13 12:28:12-0500

I'm a one issue voter.

If a candidate doesn't prioritize laws which prioritize a transition to sustainable economies/ecologies, really there's not much else to say. The basis of civilization - implicit rights to air, food, water, shelter and the ground truth of non-human life that underlies any other rules and customs and narratives - is eroding under human overpopulation, uncontrollable wildfires and storms, melting ices and escaping methane, moving growth zones and migration patterns.
Climate change is not a straw man.

Furthermore, this need not be solely implemented with laws and incentives: it also needs leadership that lives this attitude. The bully pulpit is powerful. 

To Keep Our Numbers Up Song

2018-09-22 22:18:03-0400
To Keep Our Numbers Up
Aug 14, 2017
Rev Aug 1 2018
Rev Sept 22 2018

I actually do this in D now!

DM7 Asus7

A:

Asus7                          DM7
To Keep Our Numbers Up
      D6                   Em7
We have to let you go.
         A7                       F#m7
This quarter, sales are down,
      GM7                    Asus7 A7
Our price-to-earning's low.

A7sus             A7            DM7
So please clear out your desk.
        D6                    EM7
and fill out all these forms.
           A7                    F#m7
We're right-sizing the staff,
      Em7     DM7      (GM7 DM7)
To calm financial storms.

B:

  DM7                              Gm7 FM7
Our brick and mortars have to close,
 FM7                        Gm7          FM7
We're sorry but you have been canned.
   FM7                          Gm7       FM7
We're training your replacement now,
  FM7                   Asus7
Disruption is our brand.

A:
We're sunsetting your work
And writing it off as "loss"
Our acquisition group
Has just outsourced your boss.

We're giving all your tasks
To someone in Ukraine,
We're sure that you will find

Employment once again.


B:

Your health insurance you have lost
With COBRA, you'll pay twice as much,
Go freshen up your resumé,

Too bad you aren't Dutch.


A:
Try networking online
And liquidate some stocks,
Th'Economy's not bad,
It's you that's on the rocks!



The Gig Economy
Is what the Job God wrought
It's "Uber" über alles

Experience counts for naught.

The Climate is telling us something.

2017-09-07 13:49:49-0400
The Climate is telling us something.

Politics is a process for the distribution of resources. That distribution is influenced by the common need to externalize risk: provide for the enforcement and definition of property, insure equitable access to resources determined to be common, helping insure stability and predictability in the short and long terms.

Implicit in all these decisions and lawmaking is that there is a world that doesn't burn up, or get washed or blown away, or covered in massive rainfalls or snowfalls, or the cascade of after effects resulting from these catastrophes. This baseline of predictability - the climate of decision, as it were - is eroding. You can't have a rule of law in a world without access to safe food, air, and water. You can't allocate and defend resources that aren't there.

That's why I say we have to reassign priorities in a radical (in its original sense of "down at the roots") way to work, more or less, only on this environmental problem.

Index Funds as Prudent Investing

2017-08-01 20:06:05-0400
Index Funds as Prudent Investing

I've been thinking a little about the effect of the Climate Crisis on Index Fund Investing.
The operating ingredient of index fund investing is that the aggregate of the component stocks balances out and spreads the risk in a kind of no-brains efficient manner. The brilliance of it is that, although you could make a graph of dependencies between the stocks of the companies in the index, at some level, they are interconnected enough for such subtleties to be superfluous. One might say the same for single payer health insurance, but I digress.

But the values of the stocks underlying those indices, any that actually reference tangible goods, are all at risk of having the rug pulled out from under them. In fact, that risk is really a question of when, at this point.

That is, any company that derives value from stable real estate, predictable cycles of harvesting (including mineral harvesting), secure and predictable sources of water, engineering that assumes which temperature and wind speeds fall into the category of 100-year events, and companies that service and depend on those companies, will all be adversely affected. I'm not sure there are companies that won't be adversely affected.

Assuming there'll be enough of a future to actually use the funds realized by these index investments, it might make sense to try to discover which of the underlying stocks are most vulnerable to the rapid dissolution of their economic underpinnings. You might be able to suss out the more climate-immune stocks by looking at general performance of localized companies after various environmental (and political) crises. You may be able to come up with an index that has a one or two year advantage over the general index.

The clever thing to do would be to use that temporary immunity to shore up the more vulnerable parts of the market, such as transitioning to sustainable energy, conservation by updating transit and goods hauling, on demand manufacturing, insulation and other zero net energy options, and relocation services for refugees of unsalvageable coastal regions. Or you could just buy yourself a big boat with a fridge stocked for a decade or so (you won't be able to count on fish, even), and hope to sit it out.
#gloomanddoom

The Rich Are Just Not Rich Enough Song

2017-09-08 11:09:42-0400
I'm working on a new song for May 1st. Or whenever.

The Rich Are Just Not Rich Enough

Revisions:
Apr 13, 2017, May 23 2017, June 28 2017

Verse:
The rich are just not rich enough,
That's why we'll mine our parks for coal.
That's why we must defund the arts,
Our health, our rights, our earth, our soul.

The tax they think is "way too high"
Is sparsely paid in any case.
The representatives they buy
Well represent their wealthy base.

Chorus:
The rich are just not rich enough!
That principle guides our new laws,
Amassing wealth among themselves
They're never satisfied,
They're never satisfied!

Verse:
The rich are just not rich enough,
That's why not everyone can vote.
To do so poses too much risk.
We can't afford not to promote

The well earned income of the rich,
So well earned that they must earn more.
Their labor is more worthy than
The worker's labor in their store.

Chorus

Verse:
The rich are just not rich enough
That's why we now have endless war.
That's why we pay for both sides' arms
And pocket dollars caked in gore.

The rich are just not rich enough,
It's not enough that they are rich,
All others must as well be poor -
Including those who once were rich.

Consonance

 2017-01-11 01:49:20-0500

A Little Music Theory:

I actually think that consonance is related to phase coherence, and so music that wishes to exploit the contrast between consonance, near consonance, and dissonance need to be cognizant of how phase coherence creates tonal fusion, and fixed scales, equally tempered or not, are not going to have that flexibility if you feel like straying far from your original tonal center.
I say phase coherence and not rational frequency multiples because I don't expect tone generators to hold their frequencies constant, and I posit that the process is more like phase locked loops than some kind of magical fraction-applying process. The phase coherence is clearly related to the structure of the partials of the timbres involved, which have no obligation to be harmonic partials.

But I also think you can make music out of anything, and intervals and scales don't have to be perfectly produced to unambiguously be perceived in a preexisting framework of musical possibilities. It is the really lousy EDO scales, like 24 or 36, which help blaze new structures of music, not based on consonance or resolution to consonance, and the elastic human brain can rationalize and recognize these structures as scales and harmonies along the more prevalent (and naturally occurring) harmonically related structures.

My upcoming app PolyHarp is dedicated to exploring these ideas, that "scales" are side effects of chord clusters, and so it builds scales - realized as "string sets" - explicitly out of whatever interval material you would like - expressed as transposed chords. For instance, you can call the harmonic series a chord (and it does, there are H32 and H64 chords included), and transpose them by just intervals to build scales with them. You can also knock out any of those harmonics and transpose them to make familiar chords or unfamiliar ones. Or you can make chords out of a grab-bag of intervals, specified as cents or degrees or equal divisions of any other interval, and transpose them any way you like. You can also add flavor to them by setting up multiple strings per course, and making them equally or randomly out of tune.

http://polyharp.com

Thoughts on cutting down the size of the USA Military

2017-03-24 11:19:06-0400
Thoughts on cutting down the size of the USA Military:

While it's important to cut the military drastically, you have to realize that it's the USA's #1 jobs program. Outside of its obvious destructive end, for many people in all aspects of the war machine, from logistics, housing, research, legal work it's a steady paycheck that can be brought into any politician's district.Therefore, the transition to a Green economy has to be done, as Dr.Jill Stein says, the way the government took over industry in WW II. It has to be framed as the patriotic thing to do. The process is akin to taking a dangerous object from a toddler: you have to give the child something else, not just take it away. Industries that produce material for the military will need to be transitioned to green manufacturing, distribution, and building and devising green technology. Which is good, since military industry is a large sinkhole of economics: you don't get much of a return on maintaining huge bases and remotely blowing up wedding parties.

In general, people choosing candidates pick them via their issues, and that's good, because you can't be pasionate about everything, and the hope is that these issues - of social justice, truly democratic representation, promoting the general welfare - will become clearer once we have a problem to solve that's actually real, unlike a takeover of the US by foreign terrorists. Droughts and hurricanes, flooding and fracking-based earthquakes do not care if you are a Christian or transgender. (Although I'm sure some will assume these calamities are effects of the Rapture... except in the real world, they have no option other than to be left behind.)

Serious action in the Green agenda - scaling up and refining Green technologies, preparing civil engineering for more extreme weather events, and raising consciousness - will be more self evident courses of action as the climate becomes more unstable.

The last three months have been the hottest historically for their time of the year by significant margins. Houston is flooded right now.

The executive branch has a constrained set of powers in many regards, but it can help to set the narrative and agenda for the other branches of Government, and the Bully Pulpit. The Green New Deal is a straightforward idea - and it's on the table for anyone with political power to consider. This has happened in the past: ideas from a fringe group get implemented by other more mainstream groups.
 2016-08-21 00:36:47-0400
I'd just like to update to say that every month so far this year is still the hottest in recorded, human relevant weather history, and those records have not been debatable squeakers, but rather significant departures from the baseline and from last year. Also, now (Mid August 2016) it's Louisiana that is being flooded.

Too Big To Fail Song

2017-01-22 02:13:25-0500
It's May 1st, and it's probably a good day to reveal a song I've been working on, to be an anthem of the Occupy Movement (for lack of a better term).  In the tradition of many political songs, it borrows a tune and fits sometimes cumbersome lyrics to it. In this case, the song is a song once considered a candidate for the National Anthem, Chester.

The original Chester goes like this, original lyrics by Wm. Billings, 1777:

1. Let tyrants shake their iron rod
And slav'ry clank her galling chains
We fear them not; we trust in God
New England's God forever reigns.

2. Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton, too,
With Prescott and Cornwallis joined,
Together plot our overthrow,
In one infernal league combined.

3. When God inspired us for the fight
Their ranks were broke; their lines were forced
Their ships were shattered in our sight
Or swiftly driven from our shore.

4. The foe comes on with haughty stride
Our troops advance with martial noise
Their veterans flee before our youth
And generals yield to beardless boys.

5. What grateful off'ring shall we bring,
What shall we render to the Lord?
Loud hallelujahs let us sing,
And praise his name on ev'ry chord!

It's a little too much "God , specifically New England's God, is on our side," but you can't beat the sauciness of verse 4!

It's easy to find Chester performed by various groups on the Internet, but I don't like the arrangements, and often it's ponderous and slow - Chester is a feisty, mocking song! My arrangement is more sprightly and has more color in the chords. I'll put up a recording some time, But I can post the chords which go more or less with the original melody. It's in F here, but that's just because I like F - put it where the crowd's voice is happiest, like "The People's Key: G! (or E, or Bb...)."

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Too Big To Fail
Lyrics: J. H. H. Lowengard
To the tune of "Chester" (William Billings)

Dec 2014, Apr 2015

F          Dm7       Bb      C7    F
Too big to fail, too rich to go to jail!
F6           Dm7               Bb          C7
Bad mortgage backed securities ended in default.
F   Bb         F             Dm7    
We bailed them out and their bonuses were paid.
Dm        Am        Bb  Bb6     Bb   C7      F    
Shielding their tax obligations in a foreign vault.


Too big to fail, too rich to go to jail!
Bad mortgage backed securities ended in default.
We bailed them out and their bonuses were paid.
Shielding their tax obligations in a foreign vault.

Fighting a war against an abstract foe,
Eavesdropping without warrants on every message sent
They alienate our unalienable rights
And our treasure trickles up to less than one percent.

Only the little people pay their tax!
Those blessed with lucre ke-ep their wealth in offshore banks.
They pit all others against themselves.
Our infrastructure fails, policemen now drive tanks.

They buy the laws to help secure their wealth,
Mayors and representatives grovel for their cash.
They own the news and they profit from unrest,
But expect protection from a stock market crash.

Even the courts are subject to their will
Now that there are no li-imits, they are free to spend
Buying elections like they are buying wine
Crip'ling governmental programs on which we depend.

Riots and wars, environmental waste,
They sow our amber waves with artificial seed
They put their profits before our need, and
Sacrifice the common good for their own reckless greed.

What can we do to fight this noisome plague?
Protests and signed petitions influence them not -
Let us proceed with a world wide general strike!
And reclaim the people's power that we have forgot!

How to Open a Bag of Potato Chips

2013-11-02 21:21:00-0400
I didn't realize it was so easy to cut yourself when opening a bag of potato chips. But I though I'd try it anyway. Modern potato chip bags come in three varieties: the ones that are made of heavy, but recyclable paper, the ones in a kind of mylar, and the ones which are sandwiches of various plastic products. The mylar is nearly impossible to rip, and when it does, it makes a tiny, but effective blade. Recently, I've taken to opening the bags with a small blowtorch I keep around for making crème brûlée. Then all you need is a match. This has the fortunate side effect of toasting the chips slightly, enhancing the flavor. This has the unfortunate side effect of occasionally coating the chips with melted plastic. Also, the plastic tends to flow on the bandages on my fingers, which I put on after the mylar blades cut them up. 
So if you see a man crunching potato chips taken from a half melted bag, his hands covered in dripped plastic drops, its probably me. Or it could be you, if you tried out any of these techniques.  

Climate Consciousness

2012-10-26 23:25:56-0400
The point will probably be missed by a lot of people, but a really big, bad storm plowing through a highly populated area -- probably causing a few days of infrastructure disruption -- can be seen as a portent of how the contentious issues brought up in the presidential debates, while important in their contexts, are very much less important than dealing with the ongoing world wide environmental crises of climate change, soil depletion, ocean death, overpopulation, and side effects of a carbon craving economy. 

    Our equilibrium is about to be punctuated. These crises will remove a great deal of life from the earth, and rapidly change environmental and geographical conditions, and the adjustment to that situation will be gruesomely challenging. There needs to be a political consciousness raising that realizes this situation and allocates the resources needed to survive even the first generations of this radical ecosystem change, and coordinate these efforts internationally, breaking laws the way a war breaks laws, which is to say a publicly sanctioned lawbreaking.

Parties Indistinguishable from a Certain Perspective

2017-03-26 15:18:43-0400
There are a lot of people who have problems with the idea that the two major parties are interchangeable. It's easy to see that in most cases, the Republicans are a lot worse. But here's where perspective is needed: of all the abuses that the worst of the agendas of the two major parties are capable of - among them, for instance, starting and maintaining unnecessary wars, precipitating  "collateral damage" from drone strikes, not prosecuting financial criminals, and packing the supreme court with ideologues - it really pales compared with the real problems of climate change, peak oil, overpopulation, soil depletion, and nuclear contamination - ecosystemic abuses on a global scale that impact centuries of life on this planet. That is, the life we depend on and are part of, plant and animal.

  So, yes, we may have a crappy Supreme Court and lose long validated rights. We will continue to fight needless wars. But it won't matter while the substrate of life on Earth is changed faster and more permanently than life can adapt to it. In fact, life may not be able to adapt to nuclear contamination at all. Even the immortal corporations will not be able to squeeze profits from the sterile husk of a once living planet.

 It's hard to be hopeful in the face of these problems. It's hard to see how a political system can be leveraged to allocate resources toward mitigating these problems. Politics tends to run bill-to-bill, election-to-election, just as corporations see quarter-to-quarter. These institutions need to recognize that their edifices rest on a foundation of sufficient clean air, water, food, and shelter, and that their currently accepted operations and business plans are eroding these foundations, not only for themselves, but for the institutions they depend on to externalize their risks.

What is needed  is consciousness raising, and to stop denying that all these global perilous crises are now in progress. These issues need a voice, and that voice needs to be heard so as to redirect fear based politics at phenomena truly worth fearing.

 There must be a coordinated international effort, since there is only one borderless earth, sea and atmosphere. Any remediative action is beyond the legislative power of any single government, and solutions ranging from energy conservation, new sustainable energy sources, and some sort of carbon sequestering may only be the first of many coordinated international changes needed. This means that the politics to accomplish this must also be coordinated on an international level, and they must conceive and put into effect paradigm breaking actions, such as found in wartime, depressions, or other extraordinary times.

Dust and Shavings

 2014-09-29 01:56:04-0400
                                   Dust and Shavings

The weather was beautiful, but I brushed the pine cones off of the car hood and set off on the 10 hour trip to visit my father's old buddy Richard "Rivet" O'Day. O'Day wrote me a few weeks ago to say he'd found some memorabilia of my father's in the back of an old filing cabinet in his garage, and a few other things he thought I'd like to see. I felt like I needed a break from Amy anyway, so I gassed up - I always carry a few extra gallons in the trunk - and off I went.

Driving through the night is the best way to get to the middle of the desert.

I got into Rivet's at about 10AM, and I was hungry. He lived in an adobe-like dwelling with pair of Army surplus quonset huts and a few tin shacks in the back. There was a working oil rig there too - repurposed to pump water. Rivet was a clever guy with tools. He borrowed a lot of them from work and had quite a collection of precise milling and drilling machines, toolmaking equipment, tiny welding torches, and testing equipment. He was a bit of a fanatic - all his kitchen cabinets have brass labels on them describing the contents, engraved using the classic engineer's Leroy typeface.

We shared  breakfast burritos, served on turned anodized aluminum plates, which he had made out of recycled travel cases used by some missile salesmen in the early 60s.

The design of his house cleverly kept the dust and sand out, which was good, since it was downwind of some former nuclear test sites. Solar cells, recycled from some failed government project or other, and a geothermal system he had drilled himself, kept the house pretty cool. "Your car will be happier in the garage," he said, and pushed open the door and a second door, which helped keep the inside cool. I drove in while he switched on the lights.

The garage was filled with finished and unfinished projects. I'd visited here years ago, but now I could really see how densely this room was populated with all kinds of machines. I remembered the smell of oil, acetone, and metal dust. He had presses and wire-making tools. He had a small crucible with a centrifuge in it. He has a few barrels of scrap metal shavings. A few tires were dissolving in vats and the reprocessed rubber was dripping into some glass jars. Nothing was wasted.

It wasn't all antique either, he had a well organized cabinet of computer parts and breadboards, logic scopes, and a few not very out of date computers.
Over a desk on the other side of the room, where some kind of tachometer was installed, was a 1952 pinup calendar. Miss November has just dropped a wrench. Miss November was my mom.

"I'm still working on a few things," said Rivet, "That's how I found your fathers's stuff. Here you go," and he handed me a wooden box. Inside were a hat and coveralls, which I remembered seeing him wear in an old photograph. A box of index cards, a screwdriver set, some papers that looked like contracts or discharge papers.

"That's a nice car you have," he said looking back at my restored Luxia Panther. It looks like a typical car at inspection time, but the whole body is customizable, and I like to replace pieces of it with different styles and colors. Its unique propulsion design lets me cut in up to four separate engines when I need the power. "Just like your dad. He loved cars almost as much as I do. Come back here for a second." He walked to the back of the hut and let me out the back door to the other quonset hut. As we left, the lights went out automatically.

The other hut had four doors to get through. It was clearly more insulated and the last door was especially heavy. Inside, several vehicles were seen covered with drop cloths. Hanging on the walls were a lot of drive belts, bent metal tubes, glass blobs on shelves, and old cans of various oils.

"This one's 'The Shaker'," Rivet explained as he took off the cloth from the closest machine. "It has no wheels, it vibrates the bottom to move around, The top moves in the exact opposite direction, so you never feel it. It has a side effect of tamping down a pretty usable road!" I could see it also had a kind of weed-whacker device underneath to help clear a path.

Another cloth came off. "Stilts," said Rivet. Telescoping legs with a magnetic connection between them could assist your running by growing longer the faster you ran. "You don't want to trip while you're in this thing," said Rivet, rubbing his chin, which I noticed was just a bit asymmetrical.

"Look up," he said and pointed to a kite with sails that could unfurl for more power, "He made this when it was tough to get gas for the motorboat. He also used it with roller skates."

"And back here is something I always think about and I'm hoping you'll take it off my hands, since you like cars."

Under the closest tarp was a pretty snazzy looking '58 Buick Estate Wagon. "Solid," I said as I banged on the hood. It was a kind of a dull bang.  Peering through the window, I could see that it had a few extra controls on the floor. The back of the wagon was filled with something squat and cylindrical. "This thing is still ahead of its time," said Rivet, walking over to a cabinet to get its key.
It looked OK for being neglected for a few years. There were a few dead mice under the rear bumper. There was a strange sand-blasted look to the trim.

"Did Hess ever tell you about this car?" asked Rivet.
"He said he had built a car once when I was working on that Ford Fairlane in high school, but otherwise no."

"Well this is the car, then." he said, trying the key. A vigorous honk made us jump a little. "Electrical's working apparently. That's a good sign."

The door was a little stiff, but the lights came on. The dashboard lit up, and where the radio would have been was a small group of dials and switches.

"There was a problem we were working on that needed some extracurricular activity," explained Rivet. "Atoms for Peace was a dangerous failure. But we figured the main problem was that we were using atomic energy for unnatural purposes. Explosions happen when the chain reaction in not isolated in a vacuum or magnetic bubble. So we figured out what the tiniest mass could be that would sustain a reaction and then isolated it in a magnetic bubble in a vacuum. The trick was to machine permanent magnets in precise shapes that are the inverse of their 3d field structure. You have to make a lot of these shards and they are pretty small. The two geometries cancel out, leaving a magnetic bubble, with a little magnetic lens on one side. That's it in the back of the car." He pulled a release and the hood popped open and rolled back. "We replaced the V8 with these twin plasma turbines. A stream of ions spins the turbines over here, and are re-compressed on the other side.
We had to rebuild the gearbox because the speed was too high and we couldn't fine tune the plasma stream safely. So we invented this continuous ratio gear system based on hyperbolic conical gears carved in what we'd call a fractal pattern today. The rest of the car is pretty standard."

"So, are you telling my that you and my Dad built an atomic car in 1958?" I asked, picking my jaw up from the floor.

"1961. It was a used car. It was bought as the family car when you and your sister were born."

"But this is insane? How many patents did you take out?"

"We were using the government's patents for some of the milling and refining. The shape of the core is remarkable, and is a tribute to your father's love of origami."

"So this thing works?"

"Yes and no. It doesn't have a reverse gear in the usual sense. The gear design didn't allow for it, so we just put it in neutral and pushed it where it need to go. Also, we were afraid to take it up over 150MPH."

"150!!?"

"Even that was a little suspicious. But then we had to figure out how to slow it down without causing damage to the gearbox, since the turbines spin at a constant 50,000 RPM speed. Incidentally, the gyroscopic effect of those turbines makes for an extremely stable ride. You actually have to tilt them when cornering. There's an extra pantograph welded onto the steering linkage that does this," he continued, pointing to the metal scissors-like contraption.

"So this thing works?" I repeated.

"Let's see," said Rivet, settling into the driver's seat. "Hop in. Hey, look!"
Under the front passengers seat was a plastic rattle. "This belong to you?" he chuckled. Then he turned the key and a vibration started, slowly building into a whine.

 "We scraped up enough U-238 to last 200 years. This system is very efficient because it's a closed system. When you shut it down, it really just recycles the alpha particles back in a  loop. You can't really shut it off. In a sense, it's been running since 1961. Sometimes the lens gets out of alignment and you can hear the turbine go down from a slightly sharp "B" to something like a "G flat". When that happens, you have to refocus it, with this red knob here."

"OK, into neutral so we can back it out." I noticed that handles had thoughtfully been added to the trim. I grabbed one and pushed it back. For such a heavy vehicle, it was surprisingly easy to move. Rivet opened the back of the hut with an old TV remote.

"How can this be safe? I mean, in an accident, wouldn't there be some concern about, oh, ground zero on Route 66?"

"It's been in accidents. Not bad ones. There's a cage you can see right here and we put in seat belts taken from an old DC-3. There were no radiation leaks, you can check with the Geiger counter dial."

The dial was pointing to a green segment.

By this time we were out in the open. We pointed the car toward a distant box canyon. The fins and tail lights really put me in a space-age mood.

"OK, ready to roll!" said Rivet, adjusting the rearview mirror and pulling my door shut with a back scratcher. From the mirror hung two fuzzy mushrooms. "Your Mom made these," he said.

"Did she ever ride in this?"

"Oh yeah. She drove it in a friendly little race we had. A bunch of dragsters wanted to prove something. You'll see, the way the car accelerates is pretty unusual. It was kind of a surprise to them."

He stepped on the clutch and pulled back on a gear lever. The car inched forward, accelerating slowly. Very slowly.

"It takes about 30 seconds for the gear to build up to speed if you don't want to tear it apart."

Since the hood was off, I could see the twin turbine block starting to glow. Sand blowing onto the block was melting on contact.  I wondered if this was a bad sign. Rivet seemed unconcerned.

I was pushed back in my seat as the car continuously accelerated.
Rivet eased back and we could see that we were cruising at 125 MPH.

"These tires are special too, they spread out for better grip at high speeds. Also, the rubber is like memory metal, it grows and shrinks when we want it to."

A puddle of molten glass was building up on the exposed engine block. Rivet saw this and turned on something like a windshield wiper that scraped the glass into a metal bucket on the side of the engine.

Rivet took the car on a wide turn to point back to the hut. The car heeled over to correct for the terrific speed.  Gearing down the engine, he glided back to the quonset hut. He turned it off, and the turbines wound down.

He dangled the keys in front of me. In my mind, I was redesigning the gear system to add in the reverse my father had left out. I took them.

I took it out for a spin myself. It took some getting used to. There's also no way you can't feel like a space age rocket jockey knowing you are going that fast in a heavy car with fins on it. I felt like honking the horn.  But when I pushed the horn button, I found out, what it really did was tilt the turbine up and immediately the car left the ground. Crazy with fear, I tried unhonking the horn, whatever that is. Something I did got me back down, and decided quickly I had had enough for the day.

I'm happy to say, the brakes were in great shape after all this time.

"Rivet, how am I going to get this thing out of here with no license plate and no trailer?"

"Now that you know about it, get that stuff together and come and get it."

"There's no way anyone will let this on the road!"

"Don't drive it on a road."

"Rivet, this technology - it could have completely powered civilization for the past 50 years!"

"There were already a lot of companies powering civilization for the last 50 years! They liked to talk about 'too cheap to meter,' but where's the profit in that?"

"Can't you just use it to run your house or something?"

"I've already got a little generator like this running the house. It has enough dust and shavings for 60 years or so."

"Maybe you can tell me how to convert it - I don't need to be driving a cruise missile down to the grocery store."

"I guess I could help with that. I'll draw up some plans for next time."

"That'd be great!"

I'm still waiting for those plans.


[repost: edited from sept 16 2012]

Licked

2012-07-29 16:17:47-0400
Is this the last stamp that I shall ever lick?

After all, it is a first day cover, and I am sending it under cover of darkness. I wrote the letter undercover under the covers. It is being sent to an old cove, a member of a coven, living in a house by a cove.

I posted the letter at the post office. I postulate that I will post about posting the letter. Post posting the post, it will be a past post. 

Debt to the Earth

2012-07-16 22:09:19-0400
Somehow, the most important motivation for activity in the world has become to service debt. It is not to build the infrastructure for a more efficient future, to repair and improve housing and transportation options, or otherwise create a basis for sustaining a productive balance between living things and the resources they consume.

Of all the laws to be broken -  a state of war, say , is an example of sanctioned law breaking, defaulting on a financial debt is taken to be unquestionable.

But there are greater debts: they are the debts we owe the earth, the air, the water, and the living things of the earth,  and these debts we pass on to our progeny more tangibly than the wholly statutory debts of the economic system. 

With this in mind, we now are free to declare a war on financial debt, similar to the war on another abstraction,  terrorism. Once it is defeated, we can go on to the more pressing business of securing a sustainable future. Indeed, securing that future would mean the end of financial debt, and go a long way toward paying back the more substantial physical debts previously mentioned. 

Home Improvements

2012-04-13 10:26:18-0400
The way I'm building the new house is really interesting. First of all, the land was donated by the town because it's a brownfield in a flood plain. So the first thing I did was dig down to the bedrock, about 12 feet down, and soaked all that soil in a big heavy-metal-digesting algae tank. Since I work at C6, the carbon nanotech materials company, I had access to some experimental carbon fab equipment. There's this new device which takes a carbon source (the algae in this case) , purifies it (actually resulting in some little grains of those aforementioned heavy metals), and builds it into fibers that are about as strong as anything can be. The device makes a 1x1cm rod about 10 meters long. This rod is so light and stiff that it doesn't bend at all, ever. I modded the device, so that it build a cross bar bud every meter or so.
The base of the structure is a kind of mesh that actually bonds directly to the bedrock at the molecular level - no other adhesives are necessary. I'm also building a kind of swale/dike, anchored the same way, that will direct the water around the house and back to the river in case of a flood. It will actually create a wall of hydrodynamically stable water in that case. This is only possible because of the unimaginable strength of these materials.

I intend to build a super strong shell with integrated triple pane diamond windows in it. Inside the shell will be a shelter, which can be as fanciful and flimsy as I wish, since the shell completely protects it from the elements, a series of green house plots and water purification stations (boiled by black graphite heated by diamond fresnel lenses), and other sustainable amenities. Heat radiation is also directed at a large slab of exposed bedrock, which retains the heat overnight.

I'm going a little nuts with the fab machine, making a kind of diamond bubble substrate, on which I can spray some photocell material that self organizes into redundant micro electric cells. The cells squeeze all the sunlight that normally would be reflected off into the cavities of micro-bubbles, making them highly efficient and profoundly flat black colored. The electricity is channeled into a system of microwave laser transmitters and directly broadcast into my battery/inverter system.

This house will be a kind of showcase for C6, so it's being documented as I build it. Stay tuned!

Behind the Glasses

2012-02-16 21:40:37-0500
Every morning, it was a struggle for him to choose which glasses were the right glasses. Yes, the prescriptions had long expired for most of them, some were bent and cracked, some were tinted, or had ultra-violet protective coatings of some sort. So his choice of glasses was heavily influenced by environmental factors. For example: the sunglasses. Some were graded, some very dark, others, a light pink tint, others amber. Beyond the lenses, the frame styles presented another wide array of choices. Many were designed by designers, while others seemed to have been taken from the dollar store reading glasses display. There was not just the choice of glasses - there was as well the choice of lighting: incandescent, natural, fluorescent, LED? Which pair was exactly right for that day - to match the object of the male gaze with an ability to gaze in the first place?

Sacrificial Trees

2018-06-04 08:03:34-0400
It's that time of year when the Christmas trees go out. Buying, displaying, and disposing of Christmas trees is practically the only practice remaining of the religious ritual of sacrifice. Acres are given over to the growth of Christmas trees, nurtured for years until they are cut down, carted to parking lots, selected and bought, driven off, decorated for a few weeks, and then, usually without ceremony, stripped of finery and placed on the sidewalk.

In ancient times, the quality of the sacrificial goods was carefully evaluated to match the amount of godly appeasement with one's budget. It was a public ritual, and in many cases, a beneficent gesture from the gods in response to the sacrifice, say, a good growing season, benefitted the whole community. But American Christmas trees get no such ritual, and their sacrifice is not attended by requests for divine intervention. Yet here they sit, in rows in death as in life, out by the street: brittle, flammable, naked, and unsanctified. But what if we were to take these trees and collect them in a public square, and ignite them as in the old days, with praying, singing, and joy?

Community Chemistry

2011-11-28 22:58:51-0500
We spent the morning washing out the tannins. And tannins were everywhere. Buckwheat. Avocado pits. Hemlock bark. We washed it out and processed it, and placed it in little baby food jars. When we had a dozen of them, packed in an egg case, we put it in a cardboard box addressed to the Gilbert Chemical Company. That's how you'd get the bottle of tannic acid in your chemistry sets. 

Our neighbor next door does all the sulfur bottles. The crossing guard makes the gum arabic. Mr. Berlin at the candy store works nights on the copper sulfate. Mrs. Fishbein grinds out the sodium bisulfate and her husband does the sodium bisulfite. And my friend Danny's mother's cub scout den makes the litmus paper.

In our town, Chemistry is a cottage industry. Being up in the mountains, surrounded by exploitable natural resources, it's been part of the town culture for years. There's a natural gas "spring" that we tap to run the town's bunsen burners and gaslights. The library stocks old lab reports and educational films. We even have an abandoned radon spa.

Around here, politicians don't mention superfund sites, nuclear waste dumps, Bhopal, or other chemical disasters. That's no way to get elected.

Garden Report

2011-10-24 10:22:17-0400
"Land sakes!" she was heard exclaiming, as the far corner of the garden's raised bed boxes split open, sliding the topsoil on the ground, complete with tomato plants. The nails had rusted through, and although it was still morning, it would take all day for the garden to be cleaned up and put back in order. I helped a little with that. 

The roof over the shed wasn't looking too good either: the tin patch was useless, shingles were cracked, lichens were holding together large patches of it. And inside the shed, bird nests, yellow jacket nests and unspooling spools of wire fence made for a cautious entry. Under a tarp, the old boat was still in good shape, but the trailer's tires were flat. The tools on the wall were blocked off by piles of wood scraps. 

So it was no surprise when, a week later, the whole thing went up in flames when the wildfires breached the retaining walls next door. Hattie managed to wet down a kind of moat that protected the front part of the garden, but the back part was a loss. The dogs were fascinated with the fire, as they approached barking, and then retreated from the heat. Horrid smells from burst cans of garden chemicals lay in the air. Afterward, Hec raked up a pile of the remains, picking out things that seems salvageable.

Bandanas

2011-10-12 23:22:48-0400
Next to the belts were many piles of bandanas. There was a small collection of miniature log cabins by them, welcome postcards, and other souvenirs. Which should I choose? True - the mouse droppings by the cabins made them an easy item to put off the list. Many of the welcome postcards were water damaged and warped, or foxed. So: bandanas. Some were fairly plain, but others had recipes printed on them, maps, smiling cowboys and horses, crossed guns and branding irons.
I was interested in the branding irons.
When I was a kid I used one at the Lazy 8 ranch, which, as the name implies, has an infinite pasture shaped like a Klein bottle. We lost a lot of cattle, but we found a lot too. Different shapes and colors. Not always edible. Not always what you would call cattle, if you looked at them for more than a second. It was complicated and disturbing, so calling them "cattle" made things a lot easier. We would take turns branding the critters, but sometimes, we couldn't find a place to brand them. We thought maybe taking pictures of them would do, but many were kind of radioactive and didn't show up on film too well. Anyway, it was hard to leave the farm, since it was an infinite mono-surface 3d space with a negative curvature when you came at it one way and a positive one coming the other way. Sometimes, it was all you could do to keep from running into yourself, if you travelled up to the neck. 

I chased a dog up there one day and I haven't found my way back. I hope my folks don't miss me too much. I don't know how time flows out here, but in there, you can fix things like that. You get as many chances as you like. Out here, one mistake and Pfft!.

Creature Solidarity

2011-09-29 10:06:56-0400
Lizards were scampering away from the path to the doorway. They were not large, they had only a few spots, and some could climb away on the stucco walls around the door. All around, the sound of birds and insects made a distracting noise. I felt around under the ivy, and found the bell pull. The chain was rusted and covered with vines. Pulling it, petals, dead leaves and nests fell to the earth, while the tolling of the doorbell sounded deep within the house. With the bell, the animals, birds and insects raised a chorus in response. The crickets, black, hard, and shiny, started lining up in phalanxes behind me, in order of their size, while the geckos and iguanas moved in on the sides. Above in the trees, crows started murdering, squirrels formed ordered ranks and raccoons marched confidently out of the woods. In one voice, choral, with each animals sounds carefully modulated to blend in with the others to make a human voice, I heard: "We have come. Let us work together. Join us."

Egg Repair

2011-09-26 11:37:50-0400
She took the egg mold out of the steamer and, cracking it, she replaced the missing plastic gasket in the sink. "Egg white can be cast to almost any shape, is edible, and consequently, bio-degradable." Stella is one of a growing movement of homemakers who use food and other easily available materials to fix up their homes, do household chores, landscaping and auto repair. "These ceramics are made of fused eggshells, and these nails, I just made out of iron I picked out of the caldera over there after throwing in some of these rocks."

Stone chips

2011-09-25 08:39:20-0400
In the trench are little piles of white stones. It's clear that the stones were once parts of a laudatory statue set up by the previous administration. It's a pity that with every new election, icons are dragged off to be dismantled, since the changing winds of politics means that new statues need to be carved constantly.
The stone chips, being marble, can be heated and dissolved into a kind of lime, which we use for covering out walkways, gardening, and as ballast.

Religious food

2011-09-22 22:51:19-0400
Unleavened bread is cheaper immediately after Pesach. It loses its mystic powers and becomes like a simple communion wafer, which needs extra magic to transubstantiate. Without the specific prayers enabling this, you may accidentally be eating the body of Naphthali or other lesser Biblical characters. Make sure you carefully read the "Nutrition Facts," that will give you a clue as to the efficacy and digestibility of the wafer. Pay close attention to the sodium content.

In the Kitchen

2011-09-21 12:04:40-0400
Only the worst kind of vermicelli tends to clump. All problems can be avoided by about 15cc of olive oil. So, I went out in the backyard, plucked some olives, crushed them in my nutcracker, spun them in the centrifuge, precisely toasted them in the autoclave, and dripped it into the pot with an IV. But you cannot cook with the radio on, I've found, nor when the smoke alarm is alarming. And under the stove, there's rustling that I don't want to investigate.

Cuticles

2011-09-20 15:10:07-0400
Jealous of her tiny cuticles, Glinda observed, then flipped her turn signal, waited for the truck to pass, and wandered, slowly, into the left lane. Pumpkins were growing on the left , and some has piled up at the intersection to cross. A vinyl covered couch was waiting on the other side for the light to change. Impatient, it began inching across the street against the light. The pumpkins hopped up and down with glee. Meanwhile, Glinda's fingernails continued growing. The sun was on its second transit, and yet the light hadn't changed. It was a moral dilemma : should she attempt to drive around the couch, scaring the pumpkins while her nails grew to a frightening length, or wait for the light to change?