Via reddit, I came across this truly amazing article in Wired Magazine (from 2008) on the story of trying to save the Cougar Ace. It’s a truly amazing story, something that reads like the best disaster films you’ve ever seen. Wired doesn’t write long form like this any more, which is a damn shame.
The replacement for the Willis Ave Bridge was floated down the Hudson River yesterday, from it’s building facility up north of Catskill NY. To get something like this down river they had to weld 2 barges together, and use 3 tugs to keep it on track.
The whole event, for the few of us that came out for it, was great. I ended up chatting and joking with 3 other completely random folks near where the AP had set up their video camera. It was that perfect sense of community, even though no one knew each other, we were there for a common event. Even when there were discussions around the walkway, which is our local contentious issue, and it was clear that people had different points of view, it was a level of civil and jovial discourse that just doesn’t exist in politics any more. It was refreshing and wonderful.
A perfect way to end a day in the office.
You know you are rusty at camping when the list of things you forgot, which you are just now remembering in your head as you are driving away from home, gets long enough that you actually turn around. It has been at least 5 years since I was last camping, and that definitely showed in how I packed the car to head out to the Catskills for the AOS starfest.
I learned a number of things about the experience. First, a critical list of Astronomy gear I don’t have. This includes a weatherproof scope cover, a 12v hair dryer (for dew elimination), and a portable deep cell battery for said hair dryer. Being the odd one out I had to keep shuffling my scope back and forth between cover and not as we were dodging the storms that rolled through.
I also learned that most amateur astronomers are not campers. We had at least a couple of inches of rain up there this weekend, and only a few tents stayed dry. Rookie mistakes about how to setup the ground cloth were prevalent. It’s understandable as camping is a means to an ends (being where the skies are dark), but I was surprised that more people hadn’t experienced this enough times to still be caught by that. I tried to be helpful where I could, but didn’t want to impose too much, being one of the new guys there.
I learned that I don’t need to be too envious about other people’s scopes. Even though my 8″ dob put me on the smaller size up there, I’m just very comfortable with the scope now. I know exactly where to put my eye, how to tweak the focus, and with my astronomy chair can really relax with my views in the scope. There are clearly things I can’t dial in that Rudy and Rick could get in their 18 and 13 inch scopes, but for all around usability, I’m just really happy with this scope. I saw the veil nebula in my scope via an O-III filter (which is the only high contrast one that I’ve got for viewing Orion), and realized there is a whole other set of things I can see in that scope with a dark site and some additional filters. I’m definitely going to have to invest in those.
And lastly, I learned, the 3am sky is a different sky than I’d ever seen before. Once civilization has gone to sleep things get darker yet again, as no place on the east coast is immune to at least a little light pollution. I doubt the site we were at was much darker than my parents place in VT, but I realized I’ve never gone looking for stars after midnight. With my new found dew management knowledge, I’m really looking forward to my next venture up there.
Even though we only got 1/2 a night of observing in (Saturday/Sunday after 1am it started to clear out), I had a really good time with some great people this weekend.
Looking forward to doing more of this in the future.
A good question came in from a friend today about what is the difference between Mostly Cloudy and Partly Sunny. While I had a general sense that it had to do with cloud percentages, I didn’t actually know the details. 10 minutes on google, and I got to the Weather Service Operational Manual (WSOM) Chapter C-11, Zone and Local Forecasts – section 8.6. In a more readable format:
|Term||Expected Predominant or Average Sky Condition|
|Cloudy||9/10 to 10/10 opaque clouds|
|Mostly Cloudy or Considerable Cloudiness||7/10 to 8/10 opaque clouds|
|Partly Cloudy or Partly Sunny||3/10 to 6/10 opaque clouds|
|Mostly Clear or Mostly Sunny||A Few Clouds and 1/10 to 3/10 opaque clouds|
|Clear or Sunny||0/10 to 1/10 opaque clouds|
Opaque means you can’t see the sun, moon, or stars through them (so wispy clouds don’t count). Terms like “Fair” are specifically deprecated (though defined), and there is even a list of words that “are viewed as hedge terms and should be used sparingly and with great discretion”.
This year of Doctor Who has just been brilliant. Upon rewatching the season, I’m pretty confident in stating that this has been the best year since the reboot, and that Matt Smith (should he decide to stick around for a bit) is going to become the new icon of what the Doctor is (this title is still currently held by Tom Baker). Because I think everyone should be taken along on this ride, I’m not going to talk about anything past the first 15 minutes of the first episode.
Over the years I’ve found myself drawn to writers / actors that can use tempo as emotion, because there is a kind of power in it that nothing else delivers. The canonical example of this is MASH. Alan Alda would be chattering about at break neck speed about all manner of frivolity. You would get into the rhythm and speed and be carried along for the ride. And then, reality would hit, and he’d stop in an unexpected way in mid stride. This created an emotional lurch, like when you’re on a boat and it comes to a stop on the docks. Not many can pull this off in a natural way. Aaron Sorkin is the current American king of this, as embodied in Sports Night. And now with Steven Moffat in charge, and Matt Smith in the drivers seat, we get this in Doctor Who.
The keystone moment of all of this is the fish custard scene that opens up the season. Having just crash landed in 9 year old Amelia Pond’s garden shed, he asks little Amelia to give him an Apple, as he’s having a craving (“I think I’m having a craving. That’s new, I’ve never had cravings before.”). The moment he takes a bite he spits it out, and we end up with a brilliant montage through much of what’s in Amelia’s refrigerator, each with a slapstick like ending. He finally settles on fish sticks and custard. And then we get this:
Young Amy: I’m not scared!
The Doctor: Course you’re not, you’re not scared of anything! Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of a box, man eats fish custard! And look at you… just sitting there. So you know what I think?
Young Amy: What?
The Doctor: … Must be a hell of a scary crack in your wall.
Timed and delivered perfectly. And that sets the stage for the whole season.
So if you haven’t started watching Doctor Who yet, now is the time to start. And do yourself a favor and make sure not to watch the “Next Time” bits at the end of the episodes. They are now giving away far too much of the plot and ruining many of the surprises over the first half of each episode. We stopped watching those half way through the season, and that was a great choice.