Caveat: Paine River

[This is a cross-post from my other blog.]

My low-effort brag-post for this week is showing the “twin towns” of Glensheen and Paine River, in the southeast part of the state of Makaska. Like all of region surrounding metropolitan Ohunkagan, these towns are currently stuck in a time-warp, sometime around 1920, as I try to develop the whole region chronologically. In the 1920’s, Glensheen, with its active port and industrial base, far exceeded Paine River in size. However, my expectation is that by the contemporary era, the towns will have equalized in size, as the industrial base in Glensheen declines and the exurban clout of Paine River grows. Paine River will be the modern southernmost terminus of a commuter rail line all up and down the “Silicon Shore” south of central Ohunkagan. The farm and forestlands are still a bit schematic, and need detailing, but the basics are definitely in place. I’m particularly pleased with how you can see the interaction of topography and landuse in the topo view.

Here is the area in regular view.

Screenshot of the map window on the OpenGeofiction site, a rural area with several medium-sized towns at the bay of a large lake and and river valley, with lots of detail

Here is the area in topo view.

Screenshot of the map window on the OpenGeofiction site switched to the

This area is found on the opengeofiction map here:

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Caveat: lavez votre cerveau

Chanson dada

La chanson d’un dadaïste
qui avait dada au cœur
fatiguait trop son moteur
qui avait dada au cœur

l’ascenceur portait un roi
lourd fragile autonome
il coupa son grand bras droit
l’envoya au pape à rome

c’est pourquoi
n’avait plus dada au cœur

mangez du chocolat
lavez votre cerveau
buvez de l’eau


la chanson d’un dadaïste
qui n’était ni gai ni triste
et aimait une bicycliste
qui n’était ni gaie ni triste

mais l’époux le jour de l’an
savait tout et dans une crise
envoya au vatican
leur deux corps en trois valises
ni amant
ni cyciste
n’étaient plus ni gais ni tristes

mangez de bons cerveaux
lavez votre soldat
buvez de l’eau


la chanson d’un bicycliste
qui était dada de cœur
qui était donc dadaïste
comme tous les dadas de cœur

un serpent portait des gants
il ferma vite la soupape
mit des gants en peau d’serpent
et vint embrasser le pape

c’est touchant
ventre en fleur
n’avait plus dada au cœur

buvez du lait d’oiseaux
lavez vos chocolats
mangez du veau

- Tristan Tzara (Romanian-French poet, 1896-1963)

Caveat: Tree #1674 “Magpie with tree”

This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture of a tree-trunk and adjacent magpie while walking to or from work one day in June, 2011, in Goyang, Gyeonggi, South Korea (경기도 고양시 일산서구).

A rainy sidewalk area with a tree trunk and a magpie

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Caveat: Tree #1670 “Due to the fires”

This tree caught some morning sunlight stained yellow by smoke from Canadian wildfires.

A tree snag (tall dead stump) with orange-yellow sunlight, and other conifers surrouding

These days I am quite exhausted at the end of the day. Too much going on, too much emotional energy getting used up. I’ve been in burnout mode.

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Caveat: Tree #1669 “On edge”

This tree was alarmed by an interloping excavator.

A view down a steep hillside with an excavator at the bottom of a gravel driveway and some tall trees in the background. The excavator has clearly been doing some work, making ditches and such

Richard, the excavatorer, seemed a bit on edge yesterday.

A closer view of the excavator with a grinning operator inside, holding a can of soda, and the excavator is balanced on the front of its tracks as it appears about to descend a steep hillside

Richard does excellent work and is highly competent – he knows the “right way” to do things and works efficiently – but he is difficult to communicate with, because he has very strong opinions which he believes to be facts. Sometimes you just have to let him do it “his way” and adapt to what he’s done afterward, similar to dealing with natural disasters.

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Caveat: Fishing Report #(n + i)

You will have noticed the lack of Fishing Report features on this here blog, this summer. I have avoided going out fishing with Arthur through the last several months – though Arthur, too, has been avoiding, in his spectacularly non-communicative way. But now that Wayne is here visiting, you would think there would be fishing reports.

Actually, Wayne and Arthur have just now gone out fishing in the boat for the third day running. And I’ve avoided going with them. This has forced me to acknowledge a very difficult emotional truth about myself:

I hate fishing.

I didn’t used to hate fishing. I used to rather enjoy it, I think.

But nowadays, Arthur’s spectre hangs over my shoulder and whispers to me, inevitably, that I am doing it wrong. That was Arthur’s habit in the best of times – he’d tell me I was doing it wrong, or worse, just barge in and take over, because he wasn’t always great at explaining how to do it right. He was better at demonstrating. But at least in the past, his telling me that I was doing it wrong was accompanied by an effort to teach me how to do it right.

The last vestiges of that mentoring behavior evaporated last summer. It was in that moment when he announced to me, forlornly, that he’d forgotten how to deploy the downriggers on the boat. That left me doing everything, while he just watched sulkily.

And yet… he still found it in himself, later on that same trip, to tell me that I was doing it wrong. I think it broke something inside me.

So there is just no way I want to go out fishing with Arthur. Nevertheless I have neither the self-confidence in my own ability, nor the cruelty toward Arthur, to somehow go out fishing without him.

So I’ve been miserable. And I’m done fishing, I guess.

That’s too bad.

I’ll be glad when fishing season is over and the boat is back in the barn, and the people around me stop talking about fishing constantly.

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Caveat: Tree #1666 “Arcata, California, 1965”

This tree is a guest tree from my past. Farther in my past than other guest trees, this photo was taken, probably by my mother or father, in front of the house they bought in far northern California in the year I was born. That’s my dad’s Model A Ford parked in front, and the trailer it had towed out from Kentucky a few years before. He still has both the car (which still runs, sporadically) and the trailer. The cherry tree in the photo, in the house’s front yard, is long gone, replaced by quite different trees.

A scan of a quite old black and white photo of an old, modest house in northern California, with an old 1928 Model A Ford parked in front of it, and a large cherry tree in the front yard

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Caveat: Tree #1665 “Not fishing”

This tree was on the shore while Arthur and Wayne went out in the boat to try to catch fish.


It was nice to have a break. As I’ve mentioned before, fishing with Arthur, for me, is not actually fun at all. Arthur has strong feelings about how fishing should happen, and he doesn’t have any confidence in my ability to navigate or assist. I’m still a 12-year-old kid in his eyes, often times. But with his cognitive and physical challenges, these days, he isn’t really equipped to actually be the captain of the boat. So going out in the boat with him is a huge emotional challenge. He gets mad and has tantrums, or he just gives up and sulks. Or he gets obsessed about one issue or another, like the time we spent 40 minutes circling a spot in the water because we’d dropped a bucket in the water and he insisted we try to get it back.

Anyway, I expect the dynamic with him in the boat with Wayne would go differently. Art and Wayne are peers, firstly, and secondly, Wayne is the person who actually taught Arthur much of his fishing skills and boat-craft, many years ago. So Arthur will not distrust Wayne’s suggestions or skills.

Regardless, I could tell Wayne was tired from their half day out on the water together. Simply communicating with Arthur is exhausting – the combination of incipient deafness and difficulty with language processing combine to make it a slog to interact with him.

I haven’t been avoiding going out in the boat with Arthur – if anything, he’s been avoiding going out in the boat at all. He seems vaguely aware of his issues and limitations, at some level, and so he spends a lot of time making up excuses for why we don’t need to go out fishing. And I’ve been happy to enable him. And I was happy, today, to let Wayne take it on. I feel guilty that I was happy about that. Living up here, it’s very hard to explain to the people around me that I have come to actually rather strongly dislike fishing. But that’s what’s happened. I’m sorry.

They caught a few salmon, and a ling-cod.

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