ㅁ A small beast jogged by, an undulating tilde, down at the tideline.
Month: June 2021
Caveat: Tree #881
Caveat: Poem #1781 “Evidential deduction”
Caveat: Tree #880
Caveat: Poem #1780 “On or off”
ㅁ Computers don't believe in things they really only know. Their knowledge spans the integers, from one down to zero.
Caveat: Tree #879
This tree was photographed by me in February, 2011. I was looking out the stairway window of my apartment in Hongnong, Jeolla Province, South Korea. The building in the background is the rural public elementary school where I worked from May 2010 until May 2011.
Caveat: Postgresql blues
I have been putting a lot of energy, this last week or so, in trying to scope out a new project related to my “map server,” which I’ve mentioned here often in the past. Really what I’m trying to do is create a space for a viable “mirror” of the main geofiction site where I first started this online map-drawing hobby while convalescing from my cancer surgery in 2013. That site is suffering performance issues and the owner of the site is too busy and disinterested in proper maintenance, and so the user community (about 200 active users) is concerned that the site will just “go down” one of these days without recourse for the users, and with a loss of all the creative work that’s been done there.
To build a mirror, I need to handle a much larger data-set than I do for my own little, previously-mentioned map server. And I have been wrestling with the database application used by the map server software, that goes under the brand name “PostgreSQL,” trying to get my development server to handle the much larger data-set. For comparison, my Arhet map server’s backup file is about 25MB. The opengeofiction map server’s backup file is 850MB. That’s a 34x increase in size.
So I tweak various running parameters for the database and the data-loading tool, called osm2pgsql, in hopes of getting it to work. So far, there is definitely a failure point at around 250MB. I spend a lot of time staring at the database monitoring screen on the server, trying to see what the point of failure is.
Caveat: Poem #1779 “False consciousness”
ㅁ It comes with dusk and settles in; it dominates the air: a feel of calm exhaled by trees as if they are aware.
Caveat: Tree #878
Caveat: Fishing Report #(n+17)
We tried going out fishing again today. It was an ill-fated venture. Because we are still having downrigger problems.
Anyway, we only started with one working downrigger, this time. The other is missing cable (line), and we have to purchase replacement line and re-spool it. This time, we got the weight and line down in the water at depth, and were trolling, but when we went to pull it up, once again, the “up” wasn’t working.
Very frustrating.
At least we had brought the new halibut poles and reels. So we put in a few hours hoping for halibut, at Caldera Bay. A few nibbles, and some orange-colored rockfish that we threw back, but no halibut.
Very sad.
Once again, hearts heavy, we returned home.
Once again, I put in a few hours trying to figure out what it was that I don’t get about downriggers, their motors, their switches, their little circuit boards inside. Perhaps the motor is just “tired.” That’s how it seems. Like, it has enough umph to let the cable out, but not enough to pull it back in with a weight attached.
But then I discovered something. Perhaps I’m just hallucinating, out of some misplaced hope that I can get it fixed, but it seemed to me that when I reversed the polarity on the connection from the circuit board to the motor, the motor’s “up” seemed more energetic. Yesterday (or, rather, day-before-yesterday) I had learned that polarity was in fact something that was important on the inputs to the circuit board, and today, I wonder if what I learned is that polarity also matters on the outputs – the connection to the actual motor.
The reason why this is surprising is that Art has been quite insistent, all along, that polarity shouldn’t matter with an electric motor. That might be true for old style electric motors, but I’ve begun to wonder if his knowledge is out-of-date. Anyway, I got a lot more “pull” out of the “up” direction on the downrigger, by switching the polarity on the outputs to the motor. So maybe that’s been the issue? Art had taken apart the motors back before we launched the boat, and I wonder if maybe he switched things up when he put them back together – based on his assumption that polarity didn’t matter.
I told Arthur that I can foresee two distinct possibilities as outcomes for my third effort at downrigger repair: 1) “third time’s the charm,” and things work great; 2) “three strikes, you’re out,” and we give up and buy new downriggers.
We shall see. Because of the weather, and upcoming scheduled time at work for me, we probably won’t get another chance to test things out on the water until maybe Friday or Saturday.
And thus the fish are safe, for now.
Year-to-date totals:
- Coho: 0
- Kings: 0
- Halibut: 0
- Other: 0
- Downrigger weights left on the bottom of the sea: 1
Caveat: Poem #1778 “Phaser gaze”
Caveat: Tree #877
Caveat: Poem #1777 “A painting”
Caveat: Tree #876
This tree saw me sitting in a boat messing with wires and looking up at some fluffy clouds and distant, still-snow-covered peaks.
Caveat: Fishing Report #(n+16)
We got up bright and early to go out fishing today. After all the various delays and problems we had, the weather seemed auspicious and we wanted to give it a try.
We went out to Caldera Bay, only to find that the downriggers would go down, but not up. Both of them. Despite the fact that I’d tested them before departure, and had thought I’d solved the electrical problems yesterday morning.
Having the downriggers already partly down and then not having them go up is a bit of a problem. You have to turn the wheels manually, very slowly, pulling up on the weights (8 lb) on the ends of the lines. Arthur was doing that on the port side downrigger, and I was on the other side messing with the switch and trying to see why it would go down but not up. I made the mistake of messing with the “clutch” – a screw-in clamp on the side of the mechanism. This was because I was thinking maybe the wheel was screwed in too tight and so friction was combining with gravity to make it too hard for the motor to do “up” while it still could do “down.” Well, that may have been the case, but anyway I loosened the clutch just a bit too much, and suddenly the wheel was spinning and gravity was pulling the weight and the line out fast. I tried to stop it, and managed to lose my grip entirely, and just like that, the whole length of line was out and the wire snapped, and the weight was lost on the bottom of Caldera Bay.
Meanwhile, Art got the other one up, but the motor remained unable to do “up” and so we gave up on trolling. We thought: well, we could try for some halibut – Caldera is a place where we’ve had luck with halibut, before. But then we realized that Art had brought along the old halibut rods and reels – despite the fact that they both had some major problems and in fact, Alan (Art’s brother, my other uncle) had bought us new halibut rods and reels last fall. They were sitting in the boathouse. We should have brought those, right? But we hadn’t.
We sat in the sunshine and discussed looking at the scenery.
“Looks about the same as it did last year.”
“Yep.”
We decided to go back home. We tied up at the dock again by 8:30 AM.
I spent the rest of the day wrestling with downrigger electrical problems.
I feel, once again, that I’ve solved things. But! I’m not very confident, given I felt the same way yesterday at this time. So… looks like some stormy weather is coming through tonight, but Sunday might be nice. Tentatively, we’ll try again on Sunday. We will only have one downrigger though, even if the electrical problem is truly solved – because we don’t have any replacement downrigger line. Unless I drive into town tomorrow and shop for some. I might.
It was a trial run, I guess. On a positive side, the boat remains unsunk and no lives were lost.
Year-to-date totals:
- Coho: 0
- Kings: 0
- Halibut: 0
- Other: 0
- Downrigger weights left on the bottom of the sea: 1
Caveat: Poem #1776 “The twitterverse”
ㅁ birds log on to twitter and so begin a day of tweeting offering social thoughts to others who disagree perhaps expressing opinions that create bad feelings later on
– a reverse nonnet. Just to be clear, this is about actual birds, and the metaphor goes in that direction, not the opposite direction – I haven’t logged on to twitter in more than two years.
Caveat: Tree #875
This tree and others of its kind malingered in the morning mist.
I spent a few hours this morning working on the electrical problem with the downriggers on the boat. I think I got them both working.
Caveat: Poem #1775 “Like Ged the Wizard”
Caveat: Tree #874
Caveat: Poem #1774 “Atmosphere”
ㅁ nobody sees sky’s glimmer, the sun falls, -nobody feels the summer- nobody sees air’s shimmer.
– an englyn penfyr. I originally wrote and published this englyn on this blog in June, 2008.
Caveat: Tree #873
This young alder tree is growing near some small blue forget-me-not flowers – Alaska’s state flower.
Caveat: Poem #1773 “For each bird, its own way”
Caveat: Tree #872
Caveat: Poem #1772 “The goal is more rust”
ㅁ A day of rain seemed just the thing to wash away the dust, but then the clouds decided that more days would make more rust.
Caveat: Tree #871
This tree is attempting to grow on top of a pile of rocks – because I put it there. I’m not sure how it will like it.
Caveat: 4G or not 4G – that is a question
I spent over an hour on the phone with various representatives of AT&T Wireless. I had made a somewhat belated decision to try to set up my voicemail on my phone – now that I’ve had an AT&T plan for almost exactly 3 years, it seemed like the right time to set up voicemail, right?
Once I got to talking to the right person – the fast-talking but competent and sincere Isabella of the Philippine Islands – we got my voicemail working. I guess if you don’t set up your voicemail right away when you get a new phone plan, they assume you don’t want it, and deactivate it. So she had to activate it – which was more complicated than seems entirely necessary.
So now I have voicemail. That’s useful, maybe. We’ll see who wants to leave me messages.
But, meanwhile, there was a very strange issue. AT&T is going to be ending their support for “3G” cellphone signals. Since most people have 4G or 5G, this makes some sense – why keep supporting the old technology when most of their customers have moved on?
The problem was that two of the representatives, including Isabella, where quite aggressive in warning me that my phone would no longer be supported once the 3G service was “sunset” later this summer. “Sunset” is the term they use in corporate-speak for ending a service. And yet… there at the top of my phone, it says, “4G.” They simply insisted it couldn’t be true that my phone supported 4G, because their records showed otherwise. “I think your records are incorrect,” I said. “I’m talking to you on a 4G connection right now.”
“No, that can’t be… you’ll need to upgrade your phone.”
Well anyway, color me skeptical. I just think they’re wrong. Here is the screenshot from my phone. See there, in the uppermost right?
Caveat: Poem #1771 “Expressed preferences”
ㅁ So, sometimes out on waters still, at dawn, I'll see a boat. They park there when the sea is rough: they'd rather stay afloat.
Caveat: Tree #870
Caveat: Some Random Blogposts
I am experimenting with a new little feature on the right-hand column of this here blog thingy™: random posts from the whole set of past blogposts.
Caveat: Poem #1770 “Ancient wisdom”
ㅁ I wonder if there's a mouse. I run up to the greenhouse. But no. Like a quote from Lao-tse.
Caveat: Tree #869
This tree is a dawn redwood (Metasequoia glyptostroboides) – as is its near twin beside it.
I am fond of these trees – they were abundant in my neighborhood in Goyang City, South Korea, where they’re planted all over as ornamentals. They are strange trees – they closely resemble the redwoods I grew up among in northern California (although smaller), but they like to lose all their needles in winter, like deciduous trees.
Here are some dawn redwoods in Ilsan, Korea, in the snow. I took this picture in January, 2017.
I ordered these seedlings as an experiment to see if a mail-order tree could survive the unusually long shipment time to this island. I think it might work out – they arrived in a damaged shipping tube, but were seemingly intact and healthy when I opened it up. If they survive, I might buy some other exotics to plant around my lot. I like trees – you might never have guessed that, right?
Incidentally, the company I bought these seedlings from (Jonsteen Company) was founded by a guy I went to high school with, and the company is headquartered in Humboldt County, where I grew up. Jon and I graduated in the same class. He was a very popular guy, and a musician, and an athlete – all things I wasn’t, in high school. But he was always kind to me. Once he let me drive his corvette.
Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #9
I haven’t posted one of these in quite a while. Actually the frame shop hasn’t been that busy, but I have done a few in the past month.
Mostly I’ve been working on a “vendor inventory list” – transferring knowledge in an old, somewhat broken-down filing cabinet into an excel spreadsheet.
Here are some frames. Some of these frames are being handmade here on Prince of Wales Island. That’s kind of cool.
The next five are locally-made frames.
The mat cutting in this one was the most challenging I’ve done, so far.
There were also three large frames that I forgot to take pictures of, because they got picked up right as I finished them. They were large frames for very nice, professional paintings, for the hotel that the Shaan-Seet (local Haida Tribe’s corporation) run.
Caveat: Poem #1769 “A green theme”
ㅁ With late spring, all became green... all under rain, but still green... clean, luxuriant, bright green...
– an englyn milwr, just repeating the rhyme-word rather than rhyming.