Out of the corner of my ear
Standing next to the cat…
nico
Out of the corner of my ear
Standing next to the cat…
nico
I’m doing some repository hygiene at the moment, and tripped across this log message:
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The Flaming Bacon Lance of Death, from Theo Gray’s book Mad Science
BoingBoing Flaming Bacon Lance article+video
[Edit(pck): Turned URL into a link]
As the year draws to a close, it’s time to reflect on times past.
Back in September of 1997, when the media found out about the various transmissible spongiform encephalopathies that can arise from eating neural material of infected animals, CNN ran a story specifically about the eating of squirrel brains as a delicacy in certain southern US states.
The best part is the graphic they ran along with the story, which helpfully points out what part of the squirrel one should avoid eating:

Have a pleasant new year, and watch out for those squirrels.
A French appeals court allows sale of Sarkozy “voodoo dolls” to continue, as long as the publisher includes a warning that they offend the dignity of the president
I’m not sure who is the most unclear on the concept here–but I bet sales will go up.
Wired writes about a DARPA project to upgrade the BigDog quadruped robot. This is basically a robotic pack mule. Be sure and watch the video–it’s both amazing and seriously creepy. At one point they demonstrate how the robot recovers when a guy tries to kick it over. It is so lifelike I had to suppress an indignant response to the cruel treatment of the robot.
I wonder how long it will take for them to mount weapons on this and have it chase, uhm, rebel insurgents?
Baconnaise: Because everything should taste like bacon. (Actually, I am neither a fan of mayonnaise nor bacon. I am told this means I am an alien.)
(Via BoingBoing.)
I’m trying to stick more spanish in my head.
And I just really figured out (yes – culture had me doing this by rote, but my brain just wrapped around it)
…
eggs are masculine.
boggle
Candace and I just returned from the Colgate Offshore-Sailing school’s live aboard cruising class out of Tortola in the British Virgin Islands. This was a weeklong class on bareboat cruising on a 40 to 50 ft sailboat. This post is about the class itself–I will post more on the boat and the area separately.
Offshore Sailing is a USSailing affiliate. The course assumes you have experience sailing smaller boats. Successful completion will get you the US Sailing Basic Cruising and Bareboat Cruising certificates. Theoretically you need the US Sailing Basic Keelboat certification to qualify for the others. Candace and I did not have that particular stamp, but we did hold the equivalent ASA certificate. They let us challenge the Basic Keelboat certificate examination early in the class so we could sit for the cruising exams.
The school offers this class in several locations. The Tortola based class is unique in that it is taught in cooperation with The Moorings on one of their charter boats. Other locations use Offshore’s own boats. Our class was taught on “Salaway”, a Moorings 494 aka a Jeanneau Sun Oddessy 49.4. More on the boat later.
We arrived at the Moorings base on Sunday. We got there early, and had to kill some time before boarding the boat at 6. We met our classmates Bill and Blair, while waiting. We spent the night on the boat in preparation for the class to start on Monday. Much to my surprise, the boat had air-conditioning when on shore power. Too bad the air in the aft cabins did not work.
We met David (our instructor) on Monday morning. We spent some time getting last minute provisions, grabbed a quick lunch, then met the instructor back on the boat for a detailed briefing on the boat systems. We spent the afternoon getting a feel for the boat beating around the end of Beef Island, and practiced anchoring for the first time at Monkey Point on Guana Island, where we spent the night. David whipped up a very nice chicken curry. (It actually came frozen as part of our provisions, but it was good–and had to be heated without the benefit of microwaves.)
On Tuesday morning David assigned us daily roles of Captain, First Mate, Second Mate, and Chef/Deckhand. He made the initial assignments based on order of appearance. Bill woke first, and was therefore Captain. I was First Mate–my first duty of the day was to swab the deck.
We spent the morning on class materials–mainly some basic sailing review, as well as some course planning for our afternoon sail to Gorda Sound. We practiced using the hand-bearing compass to take periodic fixes on the way. We anchored in Gorda Sound off of Prickly Pear Island. We set two anchors for practice, and dinghied over to BEYC to drop off some trash.
We took our Basic Keelboat challenge exams that evening. Bill also challenged. All three of us passed. Blair had taken the Basic Keelboat class prior to this class as part of the fast track program–so he didn’t need to challenge.Afterward, we celebrated with dinner at Saba Rock.
We spent Wednesday morning on more class work, which included more navigation, crew overboard drills, etc. We raised the anchors (the second anchor by hand) and sailed around in circles a while (more work then it sounds), and practiced Quick Stop crew overboard drills. We anchored for the evening off of Mosquito Island. Bill grilled some very nice Mahi Mahi.
Thursday morning was more class, then sailed over to Leverick Bay where we practiced picking up moorings. David showed us a trick where we would effectively lasso the mooring ball and lash ourselves directly to the ball while we picked up the pendant and ran other dock lines through it. We left the boat on a mooring and had lunch on shore. Afternoon was docking practice at the Leverick Bay docks. We learned some useful tricks on the use of spring lines when landing and launching. We also learned that a 50 ft cruising boat is much heavier than our Spirit 23 back on Lake Lewisville. If the boat is moving, don’t even think about trying to stop it by hauling on a dock line–you’ve got to make the line fast quickly before the boat takes it away from you.
We anchored back at Prickly Pear. Candace and I heated up the Eggplant Parmesan with some spaghetti. (I had chef duty that day.)
Friday morning we headed back to Road Town to drop off David, and take our instructor-free mini-cruise. We sailed back on a deep broad reach with following seas. We were seeing apparent wind upwards of 25 knots on a broad reach. The boat was a bit of a handful under these conditions–it was difficult to stay on course with the swells kicking the stern out one way or another every few seconds. Some squalls formed up behind us. We were almost to Road Harbor before we had to drop sails after the VHF weather station reported some high winds in the squall line. We had some more excitement docking at the moorings base, as a second squall came through just as we were turning into the dock.
We had lunch at the Moorings base, and were a little worried the weather would not let us take our mini-cruise. Fortunately things blew through, and we had a very nice sail to the Bight at Norman Island. We grabbed a mooring ball, then took it easy with drinks and snacks at the Pirate Bight, and dinner at the Willie T.
Saturday morning we had a leisurely breakfast, and a very nice reach back to The Moorings base. We threaded our way through all the returning boats, and made a perfect landing a dock with Bill at the helm.
David debriefed us shortly after arrival. He informed us that a boat sank during the squalls we experienced on Friday. Fortunately no one was hurt. Another boat was demasted, and a couple had their sails torn up. Our sense of accomplishment went way up. I am personally glad we caught some weather with the instructor on board, rather than experiencing it for the first time sometime on our on.
In general, we enjoyed the class. David tended to let us make mistakes and offer correction and advice rather than tell us every detail in advance. This works better with some students than others–I remember the lessons I get wrong far better than the ones I get right the first time. Now we just have to get back out there before we forget everything.
I recently received shipping notice for an in-warranty replacement of a UPS for my house. Check out the tracking number:
Order summary:
Line Quantity Product Description Carrier Tracking # Shipped Date 4 1 BR1300LCD APC BACK-UPS RS 1300VA LCD 120V FedEx 7.69766E+14 5/7/2008
Yes, Freud, sometimes digits really are just digits.
Digging around to see if maybe the pain in my head is more than just my second cold this year. Wandering through various pollen count sites lead to wandering through allergists and other specialists. On more than one site I’ve found a link to this:

I’m a capsaicin junkie, but this is nuts. If you really want more info, its at http://www.sinusblaster.com/clasicformula.html
Russians test ‘dad of all bombs’
A Russian spokesperson describes their new thermobaric weapon, and offers the following quote:
It is environmentally friendly, compared to a nuclear bomb…
RadioParadise is offering a new fund raiser product. Elephant Poo Stationery. It’s pretty cool. I particularly like the greeting card idea–you can send someone ellie poo in the mail and not go to jail.
Too bad they don’t have monkey poo products. Maybe a baseball, or some other thing one would throw.
A Cuero, TX resident claims to have found evidence of chupacabra roadkill.
The Swiss retain the Auld Mug in a photo finish. Pretty good for a land-locked country; or maybe a testament to offshore outsourcing.
Next up, the Jamaican bobsled team…
Customs agents in Cairo foil a plot to smuggle 700 live snakes on a flight to Saudi Arabia.
In case any of the resident Neil Gaiman fans have missed it, the trailer for Stardust is up on the Quicktime site. In glorious HD.
(Now that Adam has a Mac, I assume he will stop griping about quicktime links
)
It never ceases to amaze me.
At least twice a year, we have fatalities in the Texas hill-country due to people thinking they can drive across a bridge that has a little water running over it.
In their heads, I picture “hey – I can see the bridge – my car’s pretty heavy – and it’ll be a real pain in the ass to drive around to the next crossing”.
And they ALWAYS end up swept downstream. Most of them get swept out of the gene pool. Scary, sad, and mind-boggling given that it happens so frequently that it’s hard to imagine they didn’t have an opportunity to learn vicariously from someone else’s really bad oops.
So yesterday, I was driving back from my parent’s house at Canyon Lake and stopped by Gruene – a small town at the edge of New Braunfels. The Gruene crossing of the Guadalupe was underwater. It had been since Thursday. There were signs way back up the road noting that the bridge was out, and barricades right in front of the bridge on both sides.
And I saw this:

(For higher resolution, goto http://www.rjsparks.org/gallery/highlights/IMG_1589?full=1 )
Now this time, the people involved were really lucky. They were saved by fluke of the way the riverbank works on that side of the bridge – they were swept off into a really shallow area full of cypress roots and had lots of structure to stop the car and let them get safely out. Nobody was hurt.
Look at this though. The water is welling up more than a foot on the upstream side of the bridge. Would you try to go across this in a car? If you thought so, change your mind now. It’s not worth it.