ㅁ I walked down the road until... a bird passed, fluttering fast, the air still... no more will.
Month: October 2020
Caveat: Tree #637
This tree is seeking attention.
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.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1537 “As night will do”
Caveat: Tree #636
Caveat: Poem #1536 “What I saw”
Caveat: Tree #635
Caveat: Poem #1535 “Their beady little eyes”
Caveat: Tree #634
Caveat: Poem #1534 “Twenty-fourth stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon boarded the tram down the block. Brownstones and brick walls began to stream past: cold-windowed churches, a tall, pensive clock, human creations - the city seemed vast.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Kiamon lives in Ohunkagan.
Caveat: Tree #633
Caveat: Poem #1533 “Amateur signifying”
Caveat: Tree #632
Caveat: Poem #1532 “I can’t tell them apart”
Caveat: Tree #631
Caveat: Poem #1531 “Time’s flavor”
Caveat: Tree #630
Caveat: Poem #1530 “Try turning it off and on again”
Caveat: Tree #629
Caveat: Poem #1529 “Unmarketable”
Caveat: Tree #628
Caveat: Poem #1528 “There were a lot of trees”
Caveat: Tree #627
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:
Here’s the transit network, on the same frame:
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.
I have been placing lots of industry and factories and such. I’m most proud of the rail-car factory, here.
Caveat: Poem #1527 “Tell me ahead of time”
Caveat: Tree #626
Caveat: Poem #1526 “Thrice dead, at least”
Caveat: Tree #625
Caveat: Poem #1525 “The evidence is clear”
Caveat: Tree #624
Caveat: Poem #1524 “But what is a dream?”
ㅁ In dreams the clouds creep In dreams the struggle is hard In dreams the sea sleeps
Caveat: Tree #623
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.
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.
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.
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.
And this was the base of the rail in the morning.
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.
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).
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.
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.