Caveat: Fishing Report #(n+9)

We got a fairly early start, leaving the dock at exactly 7 am.
The weather called for summery skies, no wind. All was smooth and calm but the skies were starting to cloud over. You could feel that the weather would shift – a storm (wind and rain) was forecast for tomorrow.
But our start was inauspicious. We had planned to go out to Ulitka – the north end of Noyes Island. That’s pretty far. Forty minutes into our cruise out there, at the eastern end of the San Cristobal Channel, the motor started that stuttering problem we’ve had.
Since the motor never completely dies when it does this, we didn’t feel it merited completely scrubbing our mission, but we decided that, in case things did go wrong with the big motor, not to go so far out. We turned south and decided to fish off San Juan Island instead.
In fact, it turned out to be a good decision – there were actual fish biting actual hooks off San Juan.
The first two that we hooked and reeled in we lost, though. Arthur was being stubborn about trying to pull the fish aboard on the line, instead of using the net to scoop them out of the water and onto the boat. After he lost the second one, I gently suggested, again, that we try the net, and he relented. After that, we hooked two more in rapid succession off Black Beach (the northeast corner of San Juan) and pulled them into the boat using the net without any problems.
We trolled around the little bay at Black Beach a few more times, and when no more fish bit, we moved down the east side of San Juan. We hooked three more at wide intervals down the east side. We rounded the southeast corner, at San Juanito, and Arthur decided to try trolling back up, rather than continuing around the island to the west.
We caught no more fish. We decided when we got up to Black Beach that the fish we’d caught must have been “morning fish,” since as the day aged, the fish had lost interest.
We headed home at around 12:30. From Black Beach to our dock is only 26 minutes cruising at 19 knots, so we didn’t give the big motor time to get hot and start its stuttering games. It is a bit anxiety-producing when it happens, and I’m not sure what Arthur will want to do about it, over the longer term. For now, we might just limit our fishing outings to itineraries where we can limit the continuous cruise time on the big motor to shorter periods. This avoids the issue without solving it, as long as the problem doesn’t get worse.
Longer term, we probably need to get the big motor serviced. As said, this will be a drawn-out operation, which normally Arthur prefers to do only once a year: haul the boat out of the water at the public dock in Craig, use the trailer to take it to the boat store, wait a week or two… reverse the process.
Year-to-date totals:
Coho: 12
Lingcod: 1
Halibut: 1
Here is a picture of San Juanito, a well-named tiny sibling of San Juan Island off the southeastern corner of the island. I think it maybe only has 50 trees on it. It would be a nice spot for a gazillionaire to build a getaway fortress. I think it’s not forest service land, but owned by the Shaan-Seet (local Haida tribe).
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Caveat: Now, furnished

Well, not really.
I put a chair on the temporary deck of my treehouse. I can sit in it to rest or to contemplate my next step.
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I’m still not happy with the cables at the four corners. I’m going to reengineer those.


Meanwhile, today was shopping day. And we had to retrieve the allegedly-repaired freezer, and get it back down the three floors from the driveway level to the boathouse. That was a lot of work. Now I’m tired.


I’ve been on a kick listening to Korean rap. Korean pop is called kpop. Korean rap must be krap. But I like it.
What I’m listening to right now.

소현성 (KOR KASH), “그게 바로 나.” A note on the “English” phrase “i see bar” in the lyrics below: what is meant is the Korean phrase “씨발” [ssi-bal], which means “fuck!” Putting it in “English” gets it past the internet censors for the website that is publishing the lyrics.
가사.

그게 바로 나
입에 커피와 담배를 달어
쌓이고 또 쌓이고 쌓일수록
가사장이 빼곡해지고있어
이게 이제 내 돈이 될 수도
누가알아 누가 나를 점쳐
폰세 밀려도 여유가 넘쳐
행보는 행복의 손을 덥썩
팩폭 팍파라 퍽퍽퍽퍽퍽!

그게 바로 나
되는 대로 힘을 내 노래 쏟아 다
랩퍼새끼들은 한다는 말만 무한
반복을 돌렸어 안믿어 난
하루도 안뱉음 돋아버려 가시
하다말다 하다말다 하지 가지가지
난 욕 보는 중 i see bar
욕 보는 중 i see bar

지칠 때 쯤에 쇼미 나가 깔짝
빛을 보긴 봤지 끽해 라이타
내가 겨우 겨우 잠깐 반짝
할거라 생각한다면 착각
왜냐면 힙합은 오랜 단짝
이제 나도 나이값 나이값
나가 앞으로 빨리 넘겨버려 다음 장
too fast 우사인볼트도 당황

woo i’m the fresha casha mtf baby
woo i’m the fresha casha mtf baby
wait 이제 멋진 형님들께서 내 얘기해
wait 그게 아니 꼽다면 나랑 내기해

i’m on the fuckin dope beat ay
i’m on a purple boi beat ay
느낌이 뒤져서 코피 ay
내 랩을 얹혀서 죽이지 ay
짬내 풍겨 던져 더블백
이제서 얼음땡
소현성 걸을 때
돈 짤랑대는 소리는
이제는 못들어도 full pocket
인생은 거룩해

시궁창 to the 꼭대기
쥐새끼 뛰 놀던 3평짜리 방한칸 gutter boi
1차는 세번을 절어도 목걸일 걸었죠
느낌이 다르지 똑같이 랩해도
이젠 know 걔네도
다른 일 알아봐 각각
내비둬 남자가 없나봐 갑빠
날 기다리지마 brr bye bye

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Caveat: Fishing Report #(n+8)

We set out fairly early, though not as early as last time. We left the dock at just after 7 AM. Interestingly, Arthur was actually somewhat reluctant to go – I had to convince him that today was a good day to go because of the weather forecast. Arthur was anxious about the freezer problem – we don’t have a “spare” freezer, since we’d taken it to be (hopefully? maybe) repaired on Monday. I only commented, “Too many fish for our freezer is a problem we should be glad to have.”
The sky was blue and cloudless, the water was flat like a mirror – all day, except some bumpiness out at the open ocean.
We went first to San Ignacio, and trolled the east side from north to south. All we found was a single miniscule black bass.
So we pulled in the lines and set out for Siketi. We trolled through the channel there, and a caught a fish right off the reef just west of that channel. It was a medium-sized coho. We kept trolling westward to the east side of Noyes, and down to the opening into the ocean there, and crossed and trolled up the west side of Cone Island – which I don’t recall ever having tried before. We caught nothing and so we crossed back over to where we’d caught the one, and trolled eastward through the same area.
But no more fish. Finally, we decided to stop at around 12:20, and motored back home.
We had the engine-hiccupping problem in Bucareli halfway across – about the 50 minute mark on running the big motor, but the fuel tank was still almost full. The engine hiccupped again halfway up Port Saint Nicholas. It’s a mystery what it is, to both of us. I revved the motor to full throttle for a while, hoping to provoke another hiccup, but no such luck. The problem is completely un-reproducible, which makes it hard to diagnose.
We got home.
Year-to-date totals:

  • Coho: 7
  • Halibut: 1
  • Lingcod: 1

I had started borscht this morning before leaving, so we have some borscht for dinner. Relatedly, after getting back, I found a beet in my garden. I should have checked earlier, it could have gone in the borscht.
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Caveat: mutely mute

I had a problem with my new phone that I might have solved. My diagnosis isn’t 100% – I could have misunderstood what I figured out. But it was puzzling, and I was unable to find any clear description or solution in online searches, so I thought I would provide my experience for future googlesearchers.
The new phone I bought is a Blackview BV5500. This is a Chinese knock-off brand – I bought it because I wanted something cheap, and I figured I could sacrifice on matters of quality for now. For the most part, Android-platformed smartphones are so commodified at this point that there isn’t much difference between the many different models and makes. Still, in terms of those sacrifices, I would say the most noticeable is battery life. While my 4-year-old Samsung Galaxy 7 still had an amazing battery life (about 36 hours at regular usage levels) and superfast recharging (full recharge from 2% battery in about 90 minutes), this new phone seems to have about 6-8 hours life at regular usage levels and recharging is quite slow. Anyway. That’s the difference between an $800 sticker price and a $200 sticker price.
The other issue I have is what you might call UI design – not at the Android level (operating system) but at the physical device level. There are only two buttons, and they are placed closely together on the right edge. I really valued the “home” button on the bottom front of my old Samsung.
Where this UI problem came to fore, however, was in the problem I had yesterday and today. Somehow, yesterday, my phone’s basic “phone call” function became mute. That is, I could place calls, but I could neither receive nor transmit sound. I kept testing this, over and over, by calling the house phone (landline) here. The calls were connecting, the landline would ring, but there was no sound on the smartphone. The speaker, and the “speakerphone” speaker (a different speaker), and headphones, and mic, were all mute. But there was nothing in the settings to indicate that anything was muted, no icon, no control, and call volume was set to normal. It was like the speaker and mic had simply been turned off. But it was only for making “regular” calls. Skype calling worked fine. Other media applications worked fine.
The best I could find online was some hint that there was a mute function that could be invoked by pushing both the buttons on the side at once. This was not included in the documentation that came with the phone. And I kept pushing those two buttons, but it wasn’t seeming to change the behavior of the phone-calling application.
I tried so many things. I installed a separate “dialer app” – but its behavior was no different from the native app. I reinstalled a bunch of stuff. I did a full factory reset of the phone. No luck. So not only was the Blackview BV5500’s phone calling app unable to make sound – mute – it was mute about it its muteness, so-to-speak.
I finally got lucky – I pushed the two buttons at once while I was in the process of attempting a phone call. Suddenly, it was working fine.
My hypothesis, based on this behavior, is that the “mute” function invoked by pushing those two buttons at once is “hardware-based.” It doesn’t reside in the operating system – that’s why the factory reset didn’t help. But that “mute” function is only accessible when a call is in progress. The device is “hardware-aware” of that – which makes sense. So the only way to “push the button again” is to do so while a call is in progress.
I could be wrong about this. I was messing with a lot of settings trying to find one that would make a difference, and I wasn’t systematically testing between each little adjustment. But my hypothesis is the only one that makes sense – both in how the problem arose (it arose when fat-fingering the phone to make a call while trying to do something else at the same time), and in how it finally resolved.
I’m mostly writing this for is someone tries to google this problem with their Blackview phone in the future, that they might have a possible solution.
I will now return you to your regularly-scheduled tree / poem / banality.
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Caveat: 내 맘이고 내 선택이야

What I’m listening to right now.

하선호 (Sandy) – 돌멩이.
가사.

별로 감흥 없어 너의 timeline
살아온 환경 완전히 달라
네가 놀 만큼 놀아봤을 때 I I graduate
너에게 끌린 날 반성하고 개조해

너의 실물 본 적이 없지
화장하기 귀찮아서 피한걸 수도
이런 내 솔직함에 네 마음이 얼 수도 있지만
이게 난데 어쩔 수 없죠

How you doing? 바빠
운동하고 작업실
주말엔 행사 끝나고 관리를 받았지
stylist 언니랑 촬영 전에 피팅
아무것도 안 해 제일 중요한 음악 없인

너랑 연락하는 1분 1초가 아까워
그 시간에 내게 도움 되는 거랑 할 거 하면
너랑 비교도 안 될
좋은 남자가 손만 뻗으면 있어
uh 점점 가까워져

연애
굳이 겪고 싶지 않은 문제
끝까지 남겨놓을 풀기 싫은 숙제
you love cats
you love girls
like my exes so no no no no no no

너 그리고 너
굳이 겪고 싶지 않은 문제
끝까지 남겨놓을 풀기 싫은 숙제
you love cats
you love girls
like my exes so no no no no no no

여자 Sandy 말고 사랑해줘 my voice
관심 없어 uh boys
너네 다 돌멩이로 보여
내 맘이고 내 선택이야 my life my choice

여자 Sandy 말고 사랑해줘 my voice
관심 없어 uh boys
너네 다 돌멩이로 보여
내 맘이고 내 선택이야 my life my choice

생각해봐 이 별의 인구의
반이 남자인데 때 되면 생겨 남자친구
당분간 우리 횟집 쉬어요
nah nah 이제 안 해 물고기 취급

감당할 자신 있으면 들어와
팔자 세요 괜찮으면 옆으로 와
대신 내가 너 보다 잘나간다고
자존심 세우며 질투하거나 부러워마

멀티가 좀 어려워 지금은
일 일 일 일 해야 해
어리광 부리는 동안 나 앞서나간 쟤네
kill kill kill kill 해야해

멀티가 좀 어려워 지금은
일 일 일 일 해야 해
어리광 부리는 동안 나 앞서나간 쟤네
kill kill kill kill 해야해

연애
굳이 겪고 싶지 않은 문제
끝까지 남겨놓을 풀기 싫은 숙제
you love cats
you love girls
like my exes so no no no no no no

너 그리고 너
굳이 겪고 싶지 않은 문제
끝까지 남겨놓을 풀기 싫은 숙제
you love cats
you love girls
like my exes so no no no no no no

여자 Sandy 말고 사랑해줘 my voice
관심 없어 uh boys
너네 다 돌멩이로 보여
내 맘이고 내 선택이야 my life my choice

여자 Sandy 말고 사랑해줘 my voice
관심 없어 uh boys
너네 다 돌멩이로 보여
내 맘이고 내 선택이야 my life my choice

여자 Sandy 말고 사랑해줘 my voice
관심 없어 uh boys
너네 다 돌멩이로 보여
내 맘이고 내 선택이야 my life my choice

여자 Sandy 말고 사랑해줘 my voice
관심 없어 uh boys
너네 다 돌멩이로 보여
내 맘이고 내 선택이야 my life my choice

I like watching Korean music-contest shows. The artist above emerged on a show called “High School Rapper” (고등래퍼), e.g.

Here is another video from her. She reminds of a student I had.

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Caveat: Tree #557

I was starting to get used to my new phone but I’m having a problem with it. It works great as a portable internet device and camera, but the “actual phone” (making or receiving voice calls on my AT&T plan) has some kind of problem that is proving difficult to solve.
I saw this tree from my treehouse.
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Caveat: broken freezers and immanent treehouses

The large freezer, over 20 years old, seems to have broken.
Arthur has been anxious about it, so finally today we contacted a repair guy in Craig, who wasn’t optimistic but said he’d take a look. Of course, that means getting it into town. Which means getting it up the hill from the lowest level (the boathouse) to the driveway. That’s going up 3 storeys. I happen to have a furniture dolly, so we used that. It can go over the steps – tug, strain, pull, pause – and doesn’t struggle too much with the gravel.
We fit it into the back of the Blueberry – just barely – and took it to town. The guy will look at it and see what’s wrong and maybe recharge the freon if it’s not leaking.
My personal opinion is that this is a lot of effort and it’s unlikely the freezer will be repairable for less than acquiring a new one. But I am trying to keep my unsolicited opinions to myself – arguing with Arthur is frequent and too easy, already, if I limit myself to solicited opinions.
When we got back from town, I worked on the temporary deck for my treehouse. This is not meant to be a permanent deck – it’s just a bunch of scrap 2x’s laid across the beams so I can move around up there. I need to work on upgrading the cable attachments at each corner.
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Caveat: Tree #556

It rained a lot today. This summer, unlike last summer, the “rainforest” moniker is living up to its name.
This tree is down by the sea, which is full.
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Caveat: Tree #555

The daily art goes on break, but the damp trees return: this rain-soaked young alder is brought to you by my my new camera-cum-phone-cum-internet-device.
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Caveat: The Narcissistic Device

I got my new phone this morning. I forced it to take a self-portrait. It only saw itself, at infinite regress.
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It will take me a while to get everything figured out on it. But it seems quite acceptable. I’m pleased so far, despite the horrible-of-horribles that is the AT&T “customer care” system. I have been on hold for more than a cumulative hour, and so far I have spoken to no human – instead, they eventually just cut me off and force me to start over.
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Caveat: Fishing Report #(n+7)

Personally I felt this trip was ill-omened, because instead of any kind of back-and-forth discussion between Arthur and me over when we would go next, Arthur simply imperiously announced, last night, “So we are going fishing tomorrow.” It’s just another example of his recent imperiousness in matters of communication, I guess. It meant I was grumpy, starting out.
Arthur got up quite early – around 5 AM, which is also when I normally get up. I found him already up when I went into the kitchen to get my oatmeal. But he futzed around with his anxiety with respect to a freezer malfunction and we only finally left at 6:30.
The weather was supposed to be light wind and no rain, and it cooperated in that respect. The swells at the open ocean felt quite substantial, but that was forecast too.
We drove the boat directly out to east side of Noyes Island just west of Siketi, where we’d caught the two coho on our last trip. We trolled through the channel and down along the east side of Noyes at Saint Nicholas Channel. We caught one quite small coho and one small black bass. We ventured into the open ocean south of the channel, but the swells made me uncomfortable and I could tell Arthur was struggling keeping his footing as he deployed the downriggers, though he’d never have admitted it.
We trolled back up alongside Noyes, back and forth over the spot where we’d had success the other day, until the low tide had come. Nothing more.
So we went to San Ignacio (which is on the way back, anyway). The commercial fleet was still there, as they’d been the previous few times. I theorized that it was because it was where they were being allowed to fish, and not necessarily because that’s where the fish were. The commercial boats are often restricted by regulation to smallish areas. Arthur said he hadn’t thought of that – his tone said that meant it wasn’t worth thinking of.
But I saw a lot of sonar fish (I’m never sure if they’re really fish, but their shape/size/movement on the under-boat sonar always make me think they’re fish). So maybe there were some fish here. We trolled all the way down the east side of San Ignacio to the southern end, and back up. We caught a tiny black bass. Finally, Arthur landed a fairly substantial coho at around 1:45, back up at the northeast corner of the island.
Because we needed to get fuel, we decided that despite that unexpected success, we should pull in and head back.
We had a stuttering engine problem – which we’ve had before, sporadically. I always feel like it seems like vapor lock or some kind of fuel supply problem. When we have it, it’s always much more likely when the tank on the boat is low. It was much worse this time. It was like the boat was running out of fuel. The indicator was at a quarter tank. But maybe that’s not very accurate? We had brought along the 5 gallon extra fuel, so we added that to the tank. We still had the stuttering problem, on the way in to the dock.
We got our fuel. The fuel dock was busy – the sports fishermen are out in force, COVID be damned. I feel a lot of anxiety about parking the boat at the fuel dock when there are other boats – I don’t feel like I have enough experience to be particularly competent, and I worry about offending the other boaters with my bad driving skills. It’s hard to slot yourself in to a spot at the dock when other boats are tied up there.
We got fuel and headed home. The engine ran smooth for about 20 minutes and we were feeling optimistic that the stuttering problem had been entirely an issue related to the tank being low. Perhaps the fuel pump had trouble getting fuel when it was low? But then the engine stuttered when we were within one mile. This is the most common place to experience the stuttering problem, in the past – enough so that Joe once called it our “Bermuda Triangle.”
It’s annoying, because neither Arthur nor I have any idea what causes the problem, and since it’s sporadic, it’s very hard to take it to a mechanic and have them diagnose it. Not to mention that taking the boat to the mechanic is a very major ordeal, requiring taking the boat out of the water and putting it on the trailer.
I left Arthur to butcher the fish and I went up to water the garden. I don’t like being around when he butchers the fish. When he was done, I walked back down to the dock and washed the boat. Arthur seemed surprised that I was going to wash the boat, despite the fact that I always wash the boat, and I had told him when we’d docked that I would come back down later to wash the boat.
Year-to-date totals:

  • Coho: 6
  • Halibut: 1
  • Lingcod: 1

Coda
During this trip, I had resolved to not bother talking except when spoken to directly – because we spend most of our time in a communication no-man’s-land, between my spontaneous statements and his refusal to listen or care what I have to say. I mostly stuck to this resolve, so I was quite taciturn I suppose. Arthur didn’t seem to care. And the few times when my resolve failed and I did say something spontaneous… each and every time, they began with “what?” (because unless he himself has immediately asked me a question, he isn’t paying attention), and ended with a dispute about some factual aspect or another of what I was trying to say. Trivial things:
“That boat is towing something, a raft or skiff,” I said. I had been watching the boat for a while, and had seen the two from the side. It was evident to me.
“What?”
I repeated my exact words, more slowly. Then he said, “What boat?” He scanned the horizon for a while. “No. The black thing is in front of the boat.”
“I saw it earlier. It’s towing,” I explained.
“Maybe. If you say so.” An almost resentful tone.


The trip was exhausting: not physically, for me, but emotionally. Not because it’s a fishing trip, but because 10 continuous hours cooped up with Arthur in our communicative purgatory is taxing.
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Caveat: Unheard, Unspoken

Arthur has some incipient deafness, but he’s somewhat in denial about it. It makes it hard to tell him things – it feels as if everything ends up being repeated. But it doesn’t help that he constantly has his audiobooks running (I suppose he likes those because he can plug in the ear buds and turn up the volume, which allows him to feel like he hears things just fine?). So there are attentional issues. But above and beyond even that, even when he does pay attention and he does understand what I’ve said, I struggle with the frustrating fact that he doesn’t seem care what I have to say. He will regularly interrupt me in the middle of an explanation with a non sequitur, and he will outright argue with or reject any advice that runs counter to his preconceived way that something must be done. Several times a day, I mutter to myself “I should just shut up.”
I have lately found myself intensely fantasizing that my cancer surgery had left me unable to talk – this had had a very high chance of being literally true, and I miraculously beat the odds in the fact that I regained my full, unimpaired ability to talk. It feels like it would be easier, and I wouldn’t have the temptation to communicate when it is so utterly pointless and frustrating to try.
I mostly talk to the world around me – the plants, birds, trees, rocks. They listen.
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