Tesla and Georgetown

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Ruth wanted to go to the Argo Gold Mine. We saddled up the Rav4 and drove through Evergreen, caught I-70 and found Idaho Springs. The Argo, in spite of its website, was closed. So, we had to regroup. Ruth thought Georgetown, a historic mining town, further west on I-70 might be fun, so we headed over there.

An Energy Museum caught Ruth’s eye, so we parked and wandered over to the smallish wooden building on the edge of downtown. It looked closed. Ruth had seen an open sign, but I was dubious. She still has faith in the veracity of signage. She was right.

It was open and turned out to be a fascinating place. Jason, the onsite employee, was an enthusiastic guy near my age. He explained that this was a working museum. Working? Yes, the museum was built around a functioning hydroelectric plant installed over a hundred years ago and still producing electricity with the same equipment today.

And, Jason said proudly, “It doesn’t produce any of that Edison direct current crap! It’s AC from the git go.” The first commercial AC plant was in Colorado, too. The Ames Hydroelectric Generating Plant outside Ophir, Colorado. It was built in 1890 and the Georgetown site came online in 1906.

This confluence of AC power generation probably has something to do with Nikola Tesla, inventor of alternating current. From 1899 thru 1900 he lived in the Alta Vista Hotel in Colorado Springs, carrying out experiments focused largely on the wireless transmission of energy. He liked the dry air in Colorado.

“What does it feel like to be the smartest man in the world?” a reporter asked Albert Einstein. “I don’t know,” Einstein replied, “You’ll have to ask Nikola Tesla.” Tesla is a protean figure whose relative absence from the public mind puzzles any who know the remarkable things he did.

Not only did he invent alternating current and champion it as an alternative to Edison’s direct current (AC maintains its strength much better while being transmitted from power station to consumers), he invented radio, though Marconi would eventually get the credit for it. Other notable Tesla inventions: Neon signs. X-Rays. Remote Control. Electric motor. Robotics. Laser. Wireless communications and limitless free energy.

Tesla has fascinate me for a long time and I’d like to see him get some attention here.

 

Slash

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20151022_101840Two more trees down yesterday morning. Much easier without the snow load. My slash piles near the driveway are part of the process. Last year when I came out for the closing on October 31st there were signs for slash collection. What was slash, I wondered? Now, almost a year later, I have created substantial piles  of it myself. It’s tree tops, branches and the occasional thinner or split portion of the tree trunk. It gets collected because removing trees for fire mitigation and leaving slash on the ground makes a greater fire hazard than the one you had before.

(slash in the upper right portion of this photograph)

My current plan is to have the slash chipped by Splintered Forest, but I might move it myself with some help. I’m close to having the southeast sector of our woods thinned. As we drove out yesterday, I noticed a black X marking a tree I need to cut for the solar panels. When it’s down, I’ll move on to the southwest, both in the front.

 

Unplugged

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Still have snow under the pines, but on the driveway, in the way of Colorado, the snow melted with no need for removal. Most excellent.

We had an interesting medical event yesterday. And why not! This is the year of bodies gone wild. At least here on Black Mountain Drive. Kate had her shoulders x-rayed. Instead of getting any information about the shoulders though, when the nurse called with the results she said the radiologist found that Kate’s pacemaker wires were loose, disconnected. OMG.

After a call to the electro-physiologist, Kate got forwarded to the device department. Not kidding, actual name. When the device department called back, they asked her to do a tele-trace. This involves putting a small electromagnetic disc over the pacemaker. The disc and its machine then interrogate the pacemaker, check up on how it’s doing.

While on her way into Denver to pick up granddaughter Ruth, Kate got the call. The pacemaker responded to the interrogation and reported in as active. So, no disconnected wires. OMG. Please come in for your regular checkup next year. They are, and I’m glad, calling the radiologist to see WTF.

Maybe now we can get back to the shoulders.

 

Weird Times

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“There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we learn and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life.”
—Celephaïs

This is a quote from an H.P. Lovecraft story published in Weird Tales. Lovecraft continues to resonate with some of us. A big celebration of his 125th birthday was held in his hometown of Providence, Rhode Island this summer.

I’ve not read this story, but the quote kindled in me a desire to revisit certain childhood stories that captivated me. The one that has remained with me though I’ve never been able to find it again is The Weatherman. This was the story of a man, a god?, who makes the weather. Well illustrated, it shows an older man with a long gray beard who picks out different colored ribbons from his sack and flies with them through the sky, creating storms and blue skies and snow.

Retelling this story with my child’s wonder would be fun. That’s what struck me with this quote. I’ve been having a lot of these ideas surface recently, then I let them subside rather than acting of them. That time is coming to an end.

Greg Membrez, my Latin tutor, replied to a recent post on facebook about the snow: “Good time to read some Latin?” I’ve been away from the translating since mid-spring and I’d only just gotten started again when I let it slide during cancer season. I need the longer term projects like novels and translating Ovid. They keep me fresh and engaged. Time to get back to them.

 

 

A Snowy Burden

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20151022_101840It has snowed all morning, a heavy wet snow. It clings to the lodgepole branches, their burdens bowing the green needles toward the ground. The sky creates submission to the earth.

This is even truer than I imagined. Fire mitigation requires cutting down many trees and I’m doing them a few at a time. Today two. The first one I felled, using the chainsaw this time (a lot easier than with the axe but not as satisfying), did not go where I planned. Usually I’m accurate with placement, but the snow laden branches overweighted the tree at the top while a burl at the bottom broke in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Instead of landing to the left of the basketball goal, it swayed, crossed over the backdrop (to my, oh, no. then, oh, good.) and dropped instead just to the right of the goal. (see picture above)

I’m no pro, but I am an experienced amateur so I don’t like it when luck determines a fortunate placement. Right was as good as left, thank goodness. The second tree fell right felled420where I wanted it.

Another factor I hadn’t considered when felling the trees during a heavy snow was the additional weight on the branches. Trees have to be limbed before the trunks can be moved and each limb had an added amount of water. That made moving each branch more difficult.

Felt good though to keep advancing toward a culled woods. Splintered Forest will come out and chip my slash once I get it to that point. Over the weekend I’ll cut up the downed trunks into firewood sized logs, stack them between a couple of trees well over 30 feet from the house and let them season until next winter.

 

Recovery, Generation, Remodeling

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Kate’s progressing in her recovery. Her right thumb seems more and more usable. It got the platelet injection. Her soft bandage gets replaced today with a harder cast. Her ability to maneuver with one good hand and four fingers amazes me. She’s making curtains for the loft right now, for example.

The generator got installed last week. John the plumber came over yesterday and ran the natural gas to it. It needs tweaking since it’s now living at 8,800 feet rather than 900 feet,   something like a 3% loss in efficiency for each thousand feet above sea level. You engineers who read this understand.

Ruth at 9The kitchen remodel proceeds apace. The cabinets are chosen. The appliances purchased. Custom cabinets are under construction. I’m most excited about better light. My rods and my cones they fail me. Not gathering illumination like they used to.

Granddaughter Ruth will be here Friday, Saturday, Sunday while her parents attend a school conference. Jon and Jen now work in the same school district so they can go to these things together.

Slowly, slowly the new place is coming together. By the Winter Solstice we should have solar generation of electricity, a new kitchen, a working generator and a mostly finished loft. Too, the fire mitigation and solar panel shading necessitated tree cutting should be well along, or finished.

 

 

First Snow

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First snow today. Mixed with rain and gone now. But there it was, snow between and among the raindrops. Now the day has settled in wet and cold, great for fire mitigation. The cooler weather and overcast skies feels like November come a bit early.

More work in the garage today, moving things around because the solar panel people have to have room to store things inside for a couple of days before installation. As in the loft, there’s still a fair amount of organizing to do in the garage, but that is the last task downstairs. The loft still has some shelving to come and some more boxes to relocate.

The mountains become more intimate as the skies close in and the temperatures drop. Where once the sky expanded above them, now it lowers itself, covering Black Mountain all morning in a shroud of chill moisture, gray to the eye and to the touch. I welcome this weather since it encourages the inner life and that’s where I need to go.

 

 

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1,200 feet above us, at 10,000 feet 5-10″ of snow is falling. We’re getting rain. So, no first snow yet, though we will get snow showers today according to the forecasts.

 

The Cold War

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The cold war. Hard to imagine explaining this to someone who didn’t experience it.

That Sputnik, for example, was not just or even primarily a first satellite in space, but instead a dire political statement of the advanced Soviet state.

That there was an iron curtain that separated eastern Europe from western Europe, a series of checkpoints and border controls that kept folks in as much as it kept folks out.

That the possible advance of communism became a convenient tool for paranoid patriots, just as muslim terror is today. That once the Soviet Union strode across the world as China has begun to do today.

That Kremlinology referred to the arcane practice of reading the intentions of the politburo from esoteric sources like economic reports, propaganda, and spy gathered intelligence. That the wave of spy movies and books had their roots in the post-WW II struggle between the advocates of communism and those of capitalism (not democracy).

That we put missile silos in the prairie and mountain states of Colorado, Arizona, Wyoming, South Dakota, North Dakota, Nebraska, and Montana seeding the earth with the most poisonous and powerful weapons ever imagined. That we did it to create a balance of terror which was seen as rational policy. And, even stranger, that it seemed to work.

Movies like Dr. Strangelove, Fail Safe, On the Beach gave creative expression to the unspeakable angst of a world living under the threat of annihilation, not from an exploding sun, not from climate catastrophe, but from decisions made by politicians. This angst, symbolized by the odd notion of fall-out shelters, is perhaps the most difficult aspect of the cold war to convey. It created an atmosphere in which children feared the future and adults worked with an atomic cloud not far from their consciousness.

A great deal has been done in popular literature and media  to explain Hitler and the nazis, the holocaust; but, there is little comparable work around the cold war. This is a mistake and one those of us who lived through it are responsible for rectifying. Why a mistake? Because at an emotional level it is so close in tone to the Bush/Osama Bin Laden created fear of terrorism. The cold war shows the ultimate futility and extraordinary cost of using fear as a primary definer for foreign policy. And, we are already far down the same road in our so-called war on terror.