Caveat: Tree #1724 “Ancient proof of trees’ existence”

This tree is a guest tree from my past. It’s hard to say which tree I’m talking about – just pick one. I took this picture near my hometown (Arcata, California) in Spring of 1983. This was on film, of course. I scanned the picture in July of 2011.

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This might be the oldest photograph I still have that I took myself. My uncle Arthur had given me a hand-me-down Pentax camera at some point during my senior year in high school. I wasn’t interested in photographing people at all. I went out and took pictures of buildings and nature and such. The picture above was taken above Kneeland, an area east of Eureka. Most of those pictures somehow didn’t make it through the subsequent years, but this one made it through until I went on a binge of scanning old photos in 2011 – I think I’d recently acquired a flatbed scanner again after not having one for many years, and I had unearthed a box of old photos somehow, and the two felicitously collided.

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Caveat: Oor fire and oor lamp

"Coorie Doon"

Chorus
Coorie Doon, Coorie Doon, Coorie Doon, my darling,
Coorie Doon the day.

Lie doon, my dear, and in your ear, 
To help you close your eye, 
I'll sing a song, a slumber song,
A miner's lullaby.

Your daddy's doon the mine my darling
Doon in the Curlby Main, 
Your daddy's howking coal my darling
For his own wee wean.

There's darkness doon the mine my darling,
Darkness, dust and damp.
But we must have or heat, or light,
Oor fire and oor lamp.

Your daddy coories doon my darling, 
Doon in a three foot seam,
So you can coorie doon my darling, 
Coorie doon and dream.

– Matt McGinn (Scottish songwriter, 1928-1977

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Caveat: Tree #1721 “Trees or ditches”

This tree saw some clouds in the morning, but fewer clouds than yesterday.

Some trees with some clouds above, shaded pink and gold by morning sun

After working at the store for a bit in the morning, I drove around running errands (buying gas, which requires a special drive over to Klawock, since Craig has no gas station these days). Then I came home and since it wasn’t raining, I worked outside, on that “last six feet” of my electrical conduit on lot 73, at the top of the driveway, connecting to the little well-house there. It was brutal work, but I exposed the previous conduit (a stub I’d put in 3 years ago, determined now to be the wrong size), pulled it out, and put in a new piece of larger-diameter conduit. I now need to expose the water pipe because there’s a rather bad leak on connector to the down-the-hill line of water pipe – I never was able to test the water pipe before, since it’d just been a stub, but when Richard helped install all the downstream faucets and connectors back in August, I had a chance to test it all, and sadly, there was a leak at the uphill end of everything. So that can be a project for the next few days – when it’s not raining again next.

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Caveat: Tree #1720 “The Rockpit Palms Resort”

This tree is a cartoon palm tree in a stop-motion gif I made while messing around in January, 2014. Really, the tree is ancillary – the alligator and mouse play the central roles in this drama.

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The power went out today, because of high winds. A standard Southeast Alaskan gale. It was out in town for only about an hour, but it was out at home for more than 6 hours. Arthur and I heated some leftover spaghetti sauce with rice on the wood stove, it went fine. As long as the temperatures aren’t substantially below freezing, power outages at home are very low stress, really. The stress only arises when low temperatures cause anxiety about our water system freezing.

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Caveat: Thoughts against thoughts

Spelt from Sibyl’s Leaves

Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, . . . stupendous
Evening strains to be time’s vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stárs principal, overbend us,
Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth ' her being as unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ín self steepèd and páshed – quite
Disremembering, dísmémbering, ' áll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Óur évening is over us; óur night ' whélms, whélms, ánd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish ' damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle! ' Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind
Off hér once skéined stained véined varíety ' upon áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck
Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds – black, white; ' right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these ' twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.

- Gerard Manley Hopkins (English poet, 1844-1889)

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Caveat: Tree #1715 “The tree that fell down”

This tree is a guest tree from my past. It is a tree that fell across the road between Coffman Cove and Thorne Bay, about 40 miles northeast of here. I photographed the tree in October, 2009. I wonder if I’ve posted this picture as a daily tree, before, but I can’t find it if I have.

A tree fallen across a gravel road, at an angle and somewhat cleared so it is possible to drive underneath

I did a lot of work around the house today – it’s the first day I haven’t gone into work over two weeks – since the big transition to ownership (mentioned in last blog post). I did work on winterizing the plumbing repairs I did earlier this past summer on where the water comes into the house at the west side of the boat shed (basement). I helped neighbor Brandt with his sheetrocking efforts in his new laundry shed. I made a giant batch of spaghetti sauce to eat as leftovers for the coming week.

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Caveat: Gift Shop Tycoon

Over the years, but mostly many years ago when I was younger, I used to enjoy the genre of computer game known as “simulation games”. The king of these games, in my opinion, is the SimCity series – I have enjoyed all of them, from way back in the early 90’s. Also, there’s SimCity’s knockoff, the Cities: Skylines games. There are many other entries in the genre, though. I’ve enjoyed Civilization, of course, and all sorts of minor titles like SimTower, SimEarth, Railroad Tycoon, Capitalism, Shopping Center Tycoon, Theme Park, and many others. The genre, and my experience with it, goes back even further than the PC era, though. I remember playing a game which I know now was called “The Sumerian Game” while tagging along with Arthur up to the computer lab at Humboldt State in the early 1970’s. Arthur was a student at Humboldt, and I was a 7 or 8 year old kid but I spent many hours on the pre-PC mainframe (more likely a “minicomputer” but still a bunch of networked green-screen terminals) playing that Sumerian Game, pretending to be a Sumerian King who had problems with starving peasants and such things, alongside teaching myself BASIC.

All of which is to say, I have long history playing these types of simulation games.

Well, recently, I seem to have started a new game. Without going into too much detail, I was made an offer I found difficult to refuse, and I bought the gift store where I’ve been working for the last 3 1/2 years. This only happened about 3 weeks ago, and the transfer of ownership was last weekend, on the first of the month. The whole thing happened very fast because the previous owners, my former bosses, ended up confronting major life changes and moved back to Michigan somewhat unexpectedly, and were seeking of offload their business commitment here in Alaska.

It’s been a huge amount of work, getting things set up. Setting up accounts, vendors, payroll, making sure all the paperwork is in order. I already more or less know the business – the “customer-facing” side of the business doesn’t feel challenging or overwhelming to me. But the “back end” is hard, and I’m not very good at bureaucracy or paperwork anyway. But as I sit navigating spreadsheets and lists of vendors and charts of accounts in a bookkeeping application, I can’t help but feel I’ve started playing a new type of simulation game – just one with quite real-world consequences, because it’s with real money.

I’ll try to give more updates as things progress, but right now I’m mostly “heads down” and working about 3x more than before trying to get the whole thing working. I’m grateful to my coworker Jan, who knows the business even better than I do and who has stuck around as a continuing employee, and to Arthur, who gave me a “family loan” (against my well-funded but illiquid IRA account) to make it happen.

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