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Look. Up in the sky…

Imbolc                                                                  Valentine Moon

A big day for Asteroid 2012 DA14, but an even bigger one for the Chelyabinsk fireball.  Must have a great PR agent.  Timing its fiery entrance as space shuttle sized DA14 passed by ensured the Chelyabinsk meteor, “only” the size of an SUV according to an MIT scientist, a forever memory in the hearts of all of us interested in astronomical phenomenon.

(Asteroid 2012 DA14, seen from the Gingin Observatory in Australia. Image via NASA.)

I heard a New York Times reporter ask the same scientist from MIT if Siberia attracted these kind of events, referencing, of course, the Tunguska event in 1908 that flattened an area of the taiga roughly 1,000 square miles in area.  No, he said.  Coincidence.

When asked about the how much we should be concerned about an extinction level event, the same scientist, dodged the question.  Didn’t make me feel secure.  Here’s a link to the article and the video interview.

 

Pruning Weather

Imbolc                                                                   Valentine Moon

Last of the furnace vendors.  Get your hot one, right here!  Red hot and cozy!  Discounted. Tax credited.  Rebate worthy.

We’ve made a decision.  We’ll go with Centerpoint, a dual-stage, variable speed motor operating at 95% or 96.5% efficiency.  A bit more with these options but they optimize the conservation of both natural gas and electricity.  Once we get it in that’s one less matter we’ll have to worry about over the next few years.  A good thing.

After Brad left, an interesting guy, knowledgeable about food as a former catering manager for Lunds, we put on our winter gear.  I got out the Sorel’s and clapped my work gloves on, wool hat and down vest.  Kate got ready.  She has less stringent requirements for work in the cold than I do.

Outside in the deep snow, bright with a clear day’s sun, we first cut back to the ground all the raspberries.  In clearing the snow with a coal shovel, I discovered that I could clear snow and prune in the same motion.  Kate went in afterward and cleaned up.

When I finished in the raspberries, I went to the tangle of grapevines that have grown on our front 6-foot chain link fence.  Originally a Celt (our first and dearest Irish Wolfhound) escape prevent barrier, it now serves mainly to give us an ample supply of wild grapes in the fall thanks to the volunteer vines.  Last summer though there were few grapes.

Lots of leaves and vine, not many fruit.  We’d never pruned it before, or if we did, it was a while ago, so it had overgrown.  I whacked away at the orchard side today;  I’ll finish it tomorrow.  Kate got after the bittersweet.  It was a good day for this work.

Back inside I had a snack of bacon and blue cheese with chestnut flower honey, the first installment in my birthday gift, a monthly specialty bacon club.  How cool is that?  Thanks, Kate.

Just Stuff

Imbolc                                                                                 New (Valentine) Moon

The images, each moved from their numbered folders into new folders named for the organizational scheme that moved me at the moment, have a new home.  I’ve checked the prior machine for missing images, found a few and they’ll get added in tomorrow, but in essence the big image reorganization, self-inflicted, is over.

(Valkyrie (1908) by Stephan Sinding located in Churchill Park, Copenhagen, Denmark)

On March 1st I’m going to hit Missing with my third revision.  I’m hoping this one puts me close to finished that I can begin shopping it to agents.  I think it will, but until it’s done, I won’t know.  Research for Loki’s Children goes well, too. I’m almost done with all the Eddas, then I’ll go back over them again, looking at my notes and underlining, taking pieces here and there that I’ll use.

With the image reorganization I’ve felt a bit off my game this last week, but I’m back now.  Time to step up again.

Each day, though, I have (for the most part) finished a sentence of Jason and Medea.  That doesn’t sound like a very ambitious rate, but by the time a sentence is done, which can be between 2 and 14 lines long, I’m ready to put away the Lewis and Short, the Wheeler and the Anderson, close Perseus and go upstairs.  It’s a pace that, for now, allows me to work at an intense level, get work done steadily and yet allows enough time to do a quality job.

Been reading Civil Servant’s Notebook by Wang Xiaofang.  Author of 13 novels, all about Chinese bureaucracy, this is his first translated into English.  Published by Penguin.  Of all the material I’ve read on China of late this one seems to have the most insight into contemporary China.  Wang gives a satirical perspective on life inside municipal government, but he also strips the veins of a culture deep with history and short on ethical guidance.  I’ve read elsewhere of a moral aimlessness that inflicts contemporary China, but I was never able to put my finger on it until reading Civil Servant’s Notebook.  I don’t have it down here with me now, but tomorrow I’ll quote a few lines from it to show you what I mean.

95%

Imbolc                                                                                Cold Moon

So the parade of salesmen has begun.  First up was Reliant heat and cooling.  They sent out a really good guy.  Told us what would fit, how much it would cost.  Very reasonable price.  Good furnace.  If I hadn’t had the others scheduled, I would have bought this one.  Still, we’ll hear the others out, too.  You never know.

This furnace runs at 95% efficiency.  As opposed to our current 80%.  Think about a difference of 15% less gas used.  Then multiply it by hundreds and thousands of homes.  Hard to believe.  Of all the strategies to combat global warming, the easiest and most immediate ones involve conservation.  More fuel efficient cars, furnaces.  Better insulation in homes.  Switching from coal-burning electricity generation.  Having cleaning crews in large buildings clean during the day.  Strategies that have broad application yet involve relatively straightforward choices and proven technologies.

Finally wrenched myself away from the image moving to work on the Edda’s some more.  Brunhild today.  A sad story.  Sigurd jumped into that burning ring of fire, but boy it really didn’t work out for him or Brunhild.

Also back to my one sentence of Latin.  Again, it seemed to flow today.  Based on past experience I’ll hit an impossible head-slapper tomorrow, but today.  All right.

I’m in my second week of rest for my patella-femoral syndrome.  I’ll start back on the workouts on Monday.  I’ll see how, or whether, this helped.

Been watching House of Cards on Netflix.  As the brave new face of television, I like it.  13 episodes up all at once.  We can watch it as we like it.  Cool.

 

Images, Images Everywhere

Imbolc                                                                      Cold Moon

Did I mention I transferred all my images, thousands literally, to this newer computer?  Did I mention that for some reason the pictures library here rearranged them in a seemingly random manner?  Requiring my image by image attention to slot them back into accessible folders.  Did I mention that?

Well, if I didn’t, I should have.  It’s taking me a very long time.  A great time suck and for some reason an almost obsessive need for order has taken over.  I need to have them all sorted and back in their places.  I’m not normally like this, at least I don’t think I am, but until this is done, everything else is on the back-burner.

Geez.

On the one hand sorting the images is a sort of psychometric. I and only I chose to save these specific images.  Why?  What do they mean?  Why does the same image appeal to me over and over?  What categories have I chosen as important?  Images of our gardens and our home seem right now to be the largest single collection, though the art collection is very big as are the various travel collections.  Then there’s all those shots of the grandkids.  Animals.  Climate and weather.  Cinema and television.  And on and on.

Some strange satisfaction in seeing the image, deciding on its classification, moving it and going on to the next image has me in its grip.  Some sort of librarian impulse.  Or taxonomist.

Odd.

Furnace Trouble

Winter                                                                   Cold Moon

Of course, the only time you’re going to learn that your furnace has problems is in the winter.  So in that sense it’s no surprise that I’m sitting up waiting on some repair technician who has to work late on Sunday night, Super Bowl Sunday night.

(what our furnace is not doing)

Our home has good insulation and we keep it cool to begin with, so we’re not suffering in any way; but, it wouldn’t be good for this to go on for a long while.  It’s 10 degrees out now. At least it’s not last week when we were looking at -15.

You can just hear the Lakota and the Ojibwe, the pioneers and other early settlers chortle at any discomfort we have in homes of solid construction, with insulation of R-50 or better, central heating and cooling, indoor plumbing.  Can you imagine living in a log cabin or a sod hut when the temperature hits 30 below or more?  I can’t.

The really good news for us is that we have a reliable company that we’ve used for many years.  Centerpoint energy dispatched a person when I called around 7 pm.  Heat out is an emergency call here, but there are always multiple furnaces out.  So, you get in line.  Right now I’m supposed to hear before midnight.  Maybe.  It depends on how long it took to solve the person’s problem before us.  And you want them to solve the problem.

So. You wait and are happy to have someone to wait for.

Off the Plateau

Winter                                                             Cold Moon

Bitter this morning.  -15.  Headed toward a high of 2.  Which we might reach and we might not.

Awake for a couple of hours in the middle of the night.  It happens.  Not often.  This morning I kept turning over ideas for rewriting Missing, rewriting ideas spurred by my beta readers. I’m not ready to get started on that because I’ve got other readers yet to report in, but already the feedback has been very helpful.  Their thoughtfulness will make for a stronger book.

This is a Latin day, a time with Greg.  I felt better translating this last chunk of Jason and Medea and the time with Greg confirmed that my skill level has begun to increase again.  I hit plateaus where I seem to slog along, not doing well, not doing poorly, then bump up to a different, higher capacity.  This was one of those days.  Feels good.

This afternoon I plan to reorganize my images.  I’m on a two-week layoff from working out due to knee pain, most likely patella-femoral syndrome.  Best treatment?  Rest.  So, I’m resting.  I don’t like it; I’m very attached to regular workouts, but the long term is more important than the short term.

Moving Day

Winter                                                              Cold Moon

A lot of time today going back over translation of Jason and Medea, trying to fix broken phrases, suss out mysteries hidden behind Ovid’s syntax and word choices.  I’m beginning to get a taste now of what the task of translation entails.  I’ve spent three years now levering myself up over the transom; I’m in the room; but, I can’t sit down to work yet.  Too much still to know.  But, I can see myself working in that room in the foreseeable future.

(The Ancient Roman Temple of Bacchus, commissioned by Roman Emperor Antoninus Pius and designed by an unknown architect c. 150 AD)

At the same time I had set today as moving day for all internet related tasks, all tasks requiring good security, all task but writing, really, and even there, the blog moved over to this new(ish) computer.  I’ve had this one for six months or so, but the work required to transfer all those functions over here is, at least for my tech level, significant.

Anyhow, I’ve got most of it done now, all the necessary stuff and I’m writing this entry on the new machine.  In the way of computers this work (the writing) is much the same.  It’s the guts that differ.  A terabyte of storage.  8 gigs of ram.  A bigger screen.  A fresh hard-disk and room to swap another one in when I need it.

[YOUR ALUMINUM FUTURE]

I now have a land of forgotten computers, brave electronic servants whose capacity got left behind by changing times.  This computer, though, I think will last a while.  The PC is fast becoming a less and less expensive door-stop though I still prefer them to laptops.  That’s  in part because I work at home; but it’s also because I love the ergonomic keyboard and  greater capacity for less bucks.

I did encounter one head scratcher in the transfers I did today.  I moved 25 gigs of images onto this machine.  I had them organized in folders.  Folders I understood.  For some reason, undoubtedly a reason of my own making, each image got its own folder on this new machine, meaning I have to sort through and reorganize literally thousands of images.

It’s not all bad. I’ve wanted to cull and reorganize my images for awhile, but I hadn’t decided on now.

Meanwhile Kate’s come down with a cold.  I convinced her to go to bed and try rest and fluids.  These are not necessarily obvious moves to the physicians among us.

Gettin’ Things Done

Winter                                                                                 Cold Moon

I’ve discovered a neat tool that has helped me get stuff done.  Well, three of them.  In particular.

The first one is the Weekly Planner.  I guess it’s based on Stephen Covey’s work, though I haven’t read the Seven Habits.  What it does is very simple.  It gives you a column for creating color coded roles in your life.  Mine are:  Self, Husband, Father, Grandfather, Family Guy (Siblings and Cousins), Scholar, Writer, Art Historian/Critic, Blogger, Gardener/Beekeeper/Woodsman, IT Guy and the role name I’m least happy with:  Pagan Thinker.  Just not sure about that one.

Next it asks you what is the most important thing you can do this week in that role.  There is a one-week calendar next to the list of roles and you slide the goal over to the day and it goes with the color of the role attached.  Then, you click on it when you’re done.

Here’s why it’s helped me.  It makes me consider, at the beginning of a week, what are the important matters I need to be sure to work on.  I don’t clutter this calendar up with other matters unless I have an appointment or time with a friend.  Then, I enter them here only to ensure I leave enough time for what’s really important.

It’s simple and effective.  If you’re into this kind of thing, I imagine you’ll find it useful.

The second tool is Evernote.  Again, a simple idea, but so useful.  Weekly Planner is free at the level I’m using it which is fine for me. It’s free, too. Evernote I pay $100 a year to use at an advanced level.  Why?  Because it’s the equivalent of a filing cabinet for the web.  See an article that would help writing my Tailte novels?  Click on the Evernote icon and it asks where to save it.  Press save article or page or url and it puts the article under Tailte Mythos.  Researching a trip or already made reservations online?  They go under travel.  You can create any number of notebooks, headed however you want.  Tres useful.

The third is Instapaper.  If you’re like me, you go through the web, see an article and think, gee, I’d like to read that but not right now.  It may not be something you want to save.  I click on the read later icon installed on my bookmarks bars and the article is stored in my account.  Which is free, by the way.  Then, when I have time, I click on my account, go to stored articles or webpages, read them, and often delete them.

There’s No Reason to Worry, Dave

Winter                                                                     Cold Moon

Here’s an analysis in the January issue of Wired that caught my attention.  I don’t doubt that the numbers they use are right, though I haven’t confirmed them.

“It’s hard to believe you’d have an economy at all if you gave pink slips to more than half the labor force. But that—in slow motion—is what the industrial revolution did to the workforce of the early 19th century. Two hundred years ago, 70 percent of American workers lived on the farm. Today automation has eliminated all but 1 percent of their jobs, replacing them (and their work animals) with machines. But the displaced workers did not sit idle. Instead, automation created hundreds of millions of jobs in entirely new fields… Today, the vast majority of us are doing jobs that no farmer from the 1800s could have imagined.”  Wired January 2013

The argument here defines technological triumphalism, not only does technology solve all our ills, it always will.  And so it was good.

However.  Let’s go backwards to the time period before the industrial revolution when most folks still lived on farms.  I’m no romantic about subsistence agriculture having owned a farm, The (not so) Peaceable Kingdom, and engaged in intensive permaculture horticulture here at home.  It’s hard work and a bad year can literally kill you.

(Davos, World Economic Forum, A_Lunch_at_the_Belvedere)

Even so.  There’s a price to pay for salvation by the machine.  Think of it, machines take humans off the land and put them in service of making more and smarter machines.  That’s the essential argument this whole article makes.  Yes, it relieved the awful strains of serfdom, tenant farming, subsistence on increasingly smaller plots as inheritance ate up legacy lands.  But.  It created the hells of the looms, the coal age, the coal mine.  Child labor.  A cash economy where no cash spells doom faster even than failed crops.

Then there’s that relationship to the land.  We’ve removed so many people from the land, distanced them further and further to the sources of their own foods and we’ve done it via industrial processes now ruining those sources, those faraway yesterday sources.  That we cannot live without.

Technology has triumphed.  Along with its handmaiden, capitalism.  Neither of them care that they eat not their young, but yours.  Each of them assume an instrumentalist view of natural resources and human labor, seeing them both as infinite and replaceable when in fact they are neither.

I’m no luddite.  I love my computer and I look forward to a robot that can take over weeding our garden.  It’s that price.  Who tallies up the human and ecological cost of this capitalist, techno future?  Who thinks about how to reduce and when possible eliminate it?

Not the authors of articles for technology’s cheer leaders.