One Hand for Yourself, and One for the Boat

We have a roomy front porch. It’s semicircular, set under a roof. It is about 25 feet from the street. We have a couple of Adirondack chairs out there, and like to sit in them after lunch and drink coffee, and again late in the afternoon when the sun is slinking off over the mountains.

People amble by, walking their dogs mostly. We wave and say hi and so forth. We also get a front row seat to people driving by. Pretty much every driver has lost their minds at this point. It’s really rare to see any form of human driving by with both hands on the steering wheel while looking through the windshield. Yesterday, a woman drove by, eating fast food with one hand, and typing with her phone with the other. She was more or less using her elbows to steer. To add piquancy to her behavior, she was speeding as well. We could only see the back of her head as she passed by, because her head wasn’t facing forward. Of course we can only see drivers from the shoulders up. She may have also been performing other feats that we couldn’t see, like playing a Casio keyboard with her toes. She seemed quite talented, if that’s the right word, so while it wasn’t likely, the chances weren’t zero.

It got me to thinking. If you’ve ever been on a boat, especially the sailing type, there’s a saying that goes something like this: One hand for yourself, and one for the boat. 

Like most traditional sayings, it’s right on the money, and covers more ground than is immediately obvious. It’s especially useful advice on a boat, because boats do unpredictable things all the time, and you don’t always have time to react quickly enough to avoid an impromptu swimming lesson, or worse. Honestly, the only predictable things on a boat are marina bills and leaks.

I basically never needed that advice about boating because I’ve spent my whole life working off of ladders. I’ve actually instructed people working for me to keep one hand for the ladder and one hand for the paintbrush at all times. It wasn’t theoretical advice on my part. I’ve been four stories up on a house, working on a rake board, and had a very angry bat come out of the seam in it and hit me square in the face. I held on to that ladder, though every fiber of my being told me to freak out instead. Luckily for me, I’ve never paid much attention to my fibers.

I posted a picture of my Rube Goldberg scaffolding for roofing my house the other day. It might seem a tad dangerous, but it allowed me to keep one hand for myself, and one for the boat, er, house, almost continuously.

If you put the wisdom of one for the boat, one for yourself in the kettle and boiled it down, you’d end up with its true essence: You should spend about half your effort staying safe, and half working. You’ll actually get more work done if you’re working safe. You can be more efficient if you’re not in a precarious position.

There’s more to it than that. There is an implicit obligation to others not to put yourself in unnecessary danger, on a boat, and everywhere else, too. If you’re injured or killed while hanging your arse in the breeze, your troubles might be over, but you’re just starting trouble for others. Accidents happen, but you’re supposed to expend effort to avoid them if you can. Insurance isn’t a magic money tree. If everyone collects on it, it becomes prohibitively expensive, and then no one can afford it. A boat has to turn around and look for you if you go over the side. Well, they will if they like you more than they like me.

So I’m not sure who came up with the alternate advice: no hands for the steering wheel. no eye for the road, two hands for anything else, up to and including playing ping pong with someone in the back seat, but I don’t approve. And I look both ways before crossing a one-way street at this point. And straight up.

Trash Day Roundup. A Day Early, Sorta

Well, as you know, Tuesday is trash day around here. Except when it ain’t. Yesterday was a holiday, so the trash gods don’t descend from their Olympus of offal and visit our shack ’til Wednesday. But we stick to the old ways, here. Tuesday it is. Let’s clean out our bookmarks, shall we, and see what the world has been up to while I was hitting my thumb with a hammer up on the roof.

Robot Dog Highlighted at China-Cambodia Joint Military Exercise

Dystopian movies about the future are almost always way off. Blade Runner always cracks me up. It’s always raining in Los Angeles. Yeah, right. Well, Ahnold could barely speak the lines, but it looks like the Terminator movies were pretty much right on the money, and the timetable.

Delft-based Ore Energy exits stealth mode with €10M; unveils battery based on only iron, water and air

Led by Dr. Ir. Aytac Yilmaz, Ore Energy‘s batteries have the potential to reduce the cost of long-duration energy storage by 10 times compared to currently used lithium batteries.

The battery technology has been developed using the process of rusting and unrusting of metallic iron to store energy. This technology relies solely on abundant materials such as iron, water, and air.

Maybe we can turn all the lithium we save into pill form, and put it into the drinking water supply. Everyone at the local Walmart looks mentally ill. It couldn’t hurt.

Egypt is building a $1-billion mega-museum. Will it bring Egyptology home?

“We’ve managed to keep the collection of Tutankhamun, but still colonialism stripped us of the agency to produce knowledge about our past,” says Hanna. Western archaeologists framed the narrative of ancient Egyptian history in a way that was barely accessible to Egyptians, because most publications were in European languages. Even the term Egyptology — which covers a period of history that excludes the country’s Christian and Islamic eras — was coined by scholars from Europe.

Home? I guess if you go by Google Maps. The people who built the pyramids have as little to do with today’s Egyptians as any curator in England. And Cleopatra and her ilk were Macedonian Greek.

California launching pilot program to charge drivers for miles driven

In theory, drivers would be able to choose how the state tracks their mileage. They could hook up an electronic device to their car, use the car’s built-in tracking system or send Caltrans a picture of the odometer. “Everyone has different levels of comfort when we’re managing our data between efficiency and privacy, and that’s why it’s really important to have options from low tech to high tech,” Prehoda told ABC7.

(If you drive a car, car) I’ll tax the street
(If you try to sit) I’ll tax your seat
(If you get too cold) I’ll tax the heat
(If you take a walk) I’ll tax your feet

-George Nostradamus Harrison

YouTube videos are skipping to the end for users with adblockers

This week, many have noticed that YouTube videos are suddenly skipping straight to the end of the video. Even if the video is just replayed, it skips straight to the end almost immediately. It’s a strange phenomenon and one that only appears to be happening for users with an adblocker installed. When the blocker is disabled, everything works as normal.

Funny, I’ve been skipping to the end of YouTub videos nearly forever, mostly by not starting them in the first place. And UBlock Origin browser extension blocks all the ads anyway. Here’s another approach: You can download YT DLG through this GitHub page. It’s available for free in the Windows store. The program launches from a desktop icon, just like the good old days. You paste in the URL of the YouTub video you want to see, press “Add” and then the “Download” button, and the video magically appears as an MP4 on your desktop or download folder. No ads, and even if a video is pulled from YouTub, you’ll still have it. Stream it on Jellyfin and leave the Goog out of it completely.

Former FTX Executive Ryan Salame Sentenced to 7.5 Years in Prison

“Ryan Salame agreed to advance the interests of FTX, Alameda Research, and his co-conspirators through an unlawful political influence campaign and through an unlicensed money transmitting business, which helped FTX grow faster and larger by operating outside of the law,” U.S. Attorney Damian Williams said in a statement. “Salame’s involvement in two serious federal crimes undermined public trust in American elections and the integrity of the financial system.”

Everyone on the receiving end of the unlawful political influence campaign just gets to keep the money they got and the offices they hold. It’s a funny old world, ain’t it?

Google’s AI really is that stupid, feeds people answers from The Onion

Asked “how many rocks should I eat each day,” Overview said that geologists recommend eating “at least one small rock a day.” That language was of course pulled almost word-for-word from a 2021 Onion headline. Another search, “what color highlighters do the CIA use,” prompted Overview to answer “black,” which was an Onion joke from 2005.

The Onion? Google should really be feeding people answers from the Rumford Meteor. They’re infinitely more truthy.

Possible association between tattoos and lymphoma revealed

After taking into account other relevant factors, such as smoking and age, we found that the risk of developing lymphoma was 21 percent higher among those who were tattooed. It is important to remember that lymphoma is a rare disease and that our results apply at the group level. The results now need to be verified and investigated further in other studies and such research is ongoing”, says Christel Nielsen.

I’ve noticed a possible association between a girlfriend with a lot of tattoos and humping a deck of cards.

Have a great trash day, everyone, even if it isn’t.

Up Thirty Feet and Forgot My Tape Measure Again

Been roofing again. Not fun.

The last two pie-shaped roof panels on the turret needed to be replaced. The roof wore a bum’s jacket of every layer of roofing that was ever put on the house — four or five layers. A Rosetta Stone of bad roofing practice. It’s way more work to strip roofing off than putting on new shingles, so everyone tends to go over what’s there and get themselves outside a beer that much sooner. I have a defective nature and can’t bring myself to nail another layer over the mattress of existing layers, so I ended up stripping off roofing from when McKinley was president.

The two panels are only about two squares of roofing (a square is 100 square feet). That’s about 6 bundles of shingles. I was able to shingle the front oblique panel right off the ladder you see there. No such luck on the last panel. I assembled a roofing mousetrap game to finish the job. You climb out the window, or up the ladder if you’re feeling spry. From the metal roof, you ascend a wooden stepladder that’s screwed to the sidewall to keep it from slipping. I installed a big metal grab handle on the roof opposite the chimney to assist in getting up on the planks to be named later. Once I roofed three courses or so while standing on the metal roof, I installed roof brackets (roof jacks) and a plank. I worked off that for a while. Then I installed another set of brackets and a second plank about six feet further up the slope. I screwed another wooden stepladder to the first plank. I climb up that to get as near to heaven as I’m likely to get.

The rope trailing down is for a fall protection harness. You wear an agglomeration of straps all over your torso and legs, with a big metal ring in the small of your back. You affix a big metal ring to the heaviest framing you can find on the roof, way up high, and you attach the rope to it. There’s a strap that attaches to the big metal ring in the middle of your back to a dongle that slides up and down the rope as you ascend. There’s a brake/clutch in the dongle, similar to the retraction mechanism in your seat belts. You pinch it to free it and slide it along the rope, but when you release it, it won’t slip. In theory. I’m a curious sort of fellow, but I’ve never tested it. The rope and harness and the strap is the safety equivalent of a spider’s web. You get so tangled up in it, just trying to get your hammer out of its holster, that you don’t care if you fall off the roof and die. That’s a form of safety, I guess.

Maine has a switch somewhere that gets thrown by nature and turns from winter to spring in about fifteen minutes. One day there are miserable patches of snow everywhere, and the trees look dead, and the next day the lawn needs mowing. Nothing just grows here. It explodes out of the ground.

I can only roof from about 7AM to 10AM. The roof goes from warming tray to broiler in about ten minutes when the sun clears the trees. So I have to spend three days doing a one day job. Oh well. It’s a good excuse to sit on the porch and wave to the neighbors passing by with prams and doggies.

 

I know it’s not possible, but I swear I could hear the begonias growing.

Eat, Drink, and Be Merry, for Tomorrow We Die

What is debt?

Of course we all know what debts are, don’t we? We got ’em, if we’re breathing. Not all debts involve money. We all owe some sort of debt to our mothers for carting us around behind her belly button for nine months or so. You know, a debt of gratitude. Depending on whether you’re currently being audited by the IRS, or the lawn needs mowing, this feeling of a debt of gratitude might mostly disappear.

Forget gratitude. It’s been hunted to extinction anyway. Let’s just talk about money debts here. A mortgage on a house, a loan to start a business, that sort of thing. You get a lump sum right up front. You pay it back over time, or in a lump sum later, or maybe not at all if you kick the bucket or go in the witness protection plan or go bankrupt or some other smart move.

I’d really like to talk about the motivation for incurring debt, which has changed a great deal in my lifetime. Borrowing was once described to me a sign of hope for the future. A married couple bought a house using a mortgage, for instance, in order to have a place to pull down the shades and chase each other around and eventually fill the extra rooms with children. That’s hope for the future.

Likewise, you might use a car loan to get a reliable vehicle. The reliable part was the hope for the future. The car was supposed to last long enough to cart you back and forth to work, especially, and to fetch cans of beans at the store, and take your potential children to T-ball games or ballet school or whatever. The car was an asset whose value far outstripped its cost, or you wouldn’t buy it. A good car also allowed you to live further afield from benighted cities, out where the land was more plentiful and houses were much cheaper. Seeing how many years you could drive a car after the loan was paid off was more fun than driving on the highway with the needle on empty to see how much farther you could go before you chickened out and got gas.

A loan to attend college was ostensibly to increase your lifetime earning capacity. You’d borrow now and pay later out of the larger salary the resultant credential would attract. Parents saved money, and often put up their homes as collateral on loans to educate their children. That’s hope for the future.

Many times, people put up assets like real estate, insurance policies, and other valuable stuff to get a loan to start a business. That’s another excellent example of hope for the future. The amount of hope required is inversely related to the amount of experience you had in the business being established. People who really knew what they were doing looked at everything with a gimlet eye, borrowed as little as possible, and built on the foundation of their experience. People with lots of hope and little business acumen opened ice cream shoppes in Maine in the winter and wondered why the cash ran out before they sold their first cone.

This is all dead as a Pharaoh. No one takes on debt as a form of hope for the future now. No. Bud. Dee.

In my neck of the woods, there are two $80,000 pickup tricks parked in front of every $70,000 single-wide trailer. The trucks are expensive status symbols, not useful transportation. Men who use their trucks for real work drive rusty beaters. The loan to purchase the new trucks is the actual product. The truck is an afterthought. No one pays off the loans. The only way out of interest hell is to roll the loan into an even bigger loan in a few years on another silly truck, written by the same hyenas that wrote the last one. People could commute to whatever jobs they might have in a Kia, but the truck gets bought because truck.

A loan to attend college is taken with no inkling that it will ever have to be repaid. The education itself is superfluous. For most students, it’s a four or five year symposium on how to clutch a Solo cup. The idea that the credential it produces should enable the holder to acquire and hold a job is so disconnected from reality that they’re becoming unrelated. You go to college because you go to college, that’s why.

A house is no longer considered the engine of salubrity and stability for a nuclear family. It’s a kind of Ponzi scheme you can eat cheetos and watch TV in. You’re supposed to find a bigger sucker within about seven years to buy it off you, and get a bigger house in the bargain. The idea of staying in a dwelling long enough to pay off the mortgage(s) is considered absurd. The loan is the product, the house is an afterthought.

It’s been ten or fifteen years or so since the Great Recession, but jingle mail will make a comeback when people get ten cents underwater on their mortgages again. No one has much of an attachment to a house anymore. The house is probably stapled on the ass end of the garage. That’s the tell. Leaving the house is already the first thing on everyone’s mind. They never even form much of an attachment to the other humans who live in the house with them. I don’t know why they call it “gay marriage.” Is there another kind, anymore? People couple and uncouple like stray cats. They’ll fight over the dog, though, when it’s time to light out.

Revolving debt is supposed to make payments over time more convenient. Credit cards weren’t economical ways to borrow when the interest rate was in the low single digits. Fast forward to today. No one plans on paying off an unsecured loan at 29%. No one plans on anything, really. They want something now, and as long as the card still works, they get it.

It would seem that when angel investors and venture capitalists lend money to fledgling businesses, that would qualify as useful loans, if speculative. No way. They’re not loans. Those rounds of raises are the modern day letters of marque, not loans. The investors are funding virtual pirate ships, and they’re at war with everybody. Startup companies show pitch decks to attract investors, and they all say the same thing. There’s a giant market for X, and we can use the internet to take it without paying. Google promised to steal the yellow pages, Facebook promised to steal every bit of advertising the newspapers used to glean for their content. Look at any business with an app on your phone and ponder a bit, and you’ll remember what useful businesses they stole using a little javascript.

The perfect poster child for this method of flensing the meat off of everything without paying is Open AI, and every other large language model. They scraped every bit of information off the internet, and then will sell it all back to the people who wrote it in the first place.

So borrowing money used to be a sign of hope for the future. Now it’s a sign that there is no future, so let’s eat, drink and be merry. For tomorrow…

We’ll, I forget what happens tomorrow. We can worry about that later.

A Nod Is as Good as a Wink to a Blind Horse

The Faces doing “Stay With Me” back in the early ’70s. Absolutely rollicking stuff. It’s a wonder they all lived to finish the song what with Rod Stewart swinging the mike stand around like that.

This is what the Rolling Stones would have sounded like in 1972 if they had learned how to play their instruments and sing a little. I guess it was easier to just hire Ronnie Wood and keep going.

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