Caveat: Tree #637

This tree is seeking attention.
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Arthur and I pulled out the lower two rails from the boat rail assembly with a nice low tide at around 5 this evening.
I found the original pulley that broke, camouflaged among the seaweed and rock – corroded and barnaclized, as I’d suspected.
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Caveat: Escapism

The last few days I’ve been engaging in escapism of the purest sort. Frustrated with the world, with my “productive” projects, with Arthur’s curmudgeonly chaos, I’ve retreated into my own world.
After a long time away, I’ve returned to my mapping project for the imaginary city. This is cross-posted from my “other blog.”


I keep doing small historical edits for the city’s Metropolitan Area. I’m up to the year 1904 or so.
I made this cool gif of the mapping progress so far:
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Here’s the transit network, on the same frame:
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Here is a wider area view – I’m going to start a time series of screenshots for these, too, to show the growth of the metropolitan area.
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I have been placing lots of industry and factories and such. I’m most proud of the rail-car factory, here.
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Caveat: Not this blog’s “first post”

[UPDATE 2024: in 2020, I started another blog. This, below, was THAT blog’s “first post,” back-dated to when I made it – but I have made a retroactive decision (in 2024) to include that blog’s posts on this here blog. A blogular consolidation, if you will. What is below is that content of that blog-post.]

I built this website [i.e. that other website] some years ago, but it had no “blog” attached to it. It was just a minimalist political platform that I never used, never publicized, and only sparingly maintained.

Last week, something happened that crystallized for me a growing desire to express myself politically, somehow, somewhere. So I decided to start an explicitly political blog. What better place for it than as an adjunct to my moribund political platform website?

I already maintain two personal blogs. One is for my creative writing, for journaling my day-to-day life, for photos I take and things I do and for my friends and family to see what I’m up to. Another blog is for my hobby community, where I prefer not to be “too transparent” in my online persona.

But in both blogs, I have mostly deliberately refrained from overt political statements. Part of the problem is that my friends and family are ideologically diverse – and I’d prefer not to alienate any of them with my own strongly held political opinions. Lately, too, I actually live somewhat in fear that if my neighbors, friends and coworkers knew my actual political stances, it could put me at risk of – for lack of a better word – “ostracism” – if not something worse, like losing a job or not being able to call on neighbors for help in a time of need.

The crystallizing event was conversation which I witnessed at work, between a coworker and a local resident. The local resident and my coworker, call them L. and T., were discussing the first presidential debate, between Biden and Trump (they are both Trump supporters, wearing buttons and with bumper stickers on their cars).

T. said, “You have to be ready – I know it’s scary, but you know, Biden might steal the election.”

L. said, with a dead-serious face that brooked no argument, “It’s gonna hit the fan. We need to start rounding up democrats and shooting them, now.” This is not an idle threat from L. – a well known gun collector and local 2nd amendment nut.

They looked to me for endorsement, as if this were an unassailable proposition.

I had to say nothing. Pick your battlesDon’t jeopardize your work relationships with political argument. Even my silence was probably viewed as problematic.

I was stewing inside. I need to have some kind of outlet to discuss these issues.

I must be clear. L. and T. are quite kind and reasonable people, in many respects. Indeed, my coworker has been generous to a fault with me personally, and has proven to be remarkably “live and let live” with respect to the people actually encountered day-to-day. Yet when confronted with a monstrous, amorphous other, “democrats,” baser instincts apparently kick in.

To those reading: if I have sent you a link to this, it’s because I trust you and need to express myself. I actually want you to share – on facebook or other social media or political forums. But, please do not link my name to this websiteI’m going to run this blog anonymously.

I don’t know how often I’ll post here. I expect I might post fairly often for the next few months, as the election plays out. I might let it fall dormant again, after that.

[UPDATE 2024: Again, to be clear, by posting this post here on my main blog, I’m abrogating my intention to remain anonymous.]


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Caveat: The Saga of the Boat Rail

As mentioned before, last Friday the boat rail pulley on the lower end failed.
On Tuesday morning, Arthur and I got up super early (4:30 AM) to catch the low tide and install a new eye bolt for a pulley to anchor the lower end of the boat trolley cable.
I didn’t take any picture, but this is what an eye bolt looks like.
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After I went to work, Tuesday, Arthur tried to pull the boat out of the water on his own at the mid-day high tide.
The new eye bolt failed. So it looked like this.
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It left us questioning our choices. Not to mention, it looked like a question mark, right?
Yesterday morning (Wednesday), we got up early again, and tried to re-engineer an anchor for our pulley. We drilled a second hole, and installed a U-bolt.
It looked like this.
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Then I went to work, and though the boat was out of the water, Arthur decided to lower the boat back into the water because the boat was crooked on its cradle.
As Arthur attempted this, there was a catastrophic failure of our U-bolt. I found this piece of our rail, and the loose pulley, near the tide line when I got home.
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And this was the base of the rail in the morning.
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So now there was no chance of getting the boat back into the water to “re-float” it and straighten it out. You can see the crooked boat, here.
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Instead, we decided to use a come-along and chains to pull the boat around on its cradle. I didn’t take a picture of this process, because I was working hard. But this is a come-along and a chain, which we used (somewhat blurry).
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We got the boat straightened out and up into the barn using the come-along and the trolley winch (but only “uphill” would work, because of the broken pulley at the bottom, so each time we needed to “reverse” we had to set up the come-along).
We paused during the uphill trip because Arthur wanted to wash off the boat. I said it would be a multi-day job, but he plowed into the effort.
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After about two hours, he said he agreed it would be a multi-day job, and decided on second-thought he’d just like to get the boat put away in the boat house. So we did that.
Yay.
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