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Q: What happens when you invert this number?

A: Gnar math.

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Alert!

This is the view looking back into Alert Bay as the ferry leaves. An amazing potlatch gallery can be seen with its beautiful white mural. Juxtaposed behind it is a crumbling residential school. Towering over everything, even the trees, is the tallest totem pole imaginable.

Alert Bay

Potlatch Gallery and the dilapidated residential school

Super mega totem pole

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North island bound

Holiday begins.

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VertFest 2012

Saturday was VertFest. As usual, it was overflowing with instant gnar concentrate. Just add stoke.

This year was the sixth annual VertFest, my fourth. It has been at a couple of different mountains; this was my second time at this venue: Alpental in the Snoqualmie Pass (just east of Seattle, WA). On Friday afternoon three of us (Kaan, Kat, and Keith) loaded into a car and began the journey south from Vancouver. We arrived at our accommodations in North Bend and went out for dinner and music. The live jazz was bumpin’ and the excitement was building.

Saturday morning we set out for Alpental. The torrential and non-stop rain though the night had translated into ass loads of pow at the mountain. The last few kilometers of the drive were a bit hairy. Kat and I got ourselves into race mode while Keith suited up for a day of more relaxed adventures.

The VertFest race is a hike up the mountain followed by skiing down as fast as you can. The entire race is in-bounds at Alpental resort to showcase back-country skiing to the crowds riding the chair lifts. The net vertical climb is 2,280 ft for the recreational division (that is Kat and I – the pros do two laps).

At ten am, just as we began the race, the freeway we had driven in on (I90) was closed  due to the ongoing snow storm. (Later in the day we would hear explosives being used to trigger avalanches followed by the awesome thunder of the avalanches themselves.) We began the long march up. Keith managed to snap a couple of photos of us maximizing gnar. Super appreciated!

As you can see I made my ascent with no hat on. At the summit when I went to put on my helmet it would not fit! I had to spend 2-3 minutes breaking out the ice that had formed in my hair. The race officials got a chuckle out of this. For a moment I did contemplate just wearing my ice helmet. Rationality won that one and I eventually got the helmet on.

Kat wore her smile all the way up and down the mountain. Quite a difference from her last VertFest where she was somewhat more overwhelmed by the gnar. This time the gnar was overwhelmed by her.

I had a gps running in my backpack. Here are some of the details it recorded. It was still finding satellites at the start of the race – that is why there are some big gaps between the first few data points.

gps track projected on google earth

As indicated by the trail map at the top, the ascent is on the left and the descent on the right.

route profile

You can see the flat spot at the top where I was breaking ice out of my hair for several minutes. My official time was 1:24:04.1, nearly seven minutes better than last year!

With the race complete, Kat and I had some lunch, rendezvoused with Keith, grabbed some super fat Black Diamond demo skis, and went to frolic in the mad pow.

I was super tired but the conditions were so amazing that I was able to keep the body running on a rich mix of gnar and stoke. Keith shot this video of me trying to keep my shit together (and doing a poor job of it). Notice I am whacking my pole at the beginning for extra gnar points.

I managed to forget my camera in the car so all of the event photos you saw above were taken by either Kat or Keith. Several of them are poached directly from Kat’s blog. Check out her gnarly description of events!

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Aryan history

Eleven months ago I started a fundraising campaign for a charity race I participated in eight months ago. I boasted I would run a kilometer for every dollar donated. It seems I am still running off the commitments I made to people almost a year ago.

This week I finished running the 25 kilometers due to my friend Aryan. Yup, that was my Valentines Day activity.

Our history together began in a third year Engineering course called “Molecules to Mechanisms“. The course began with physics at the sub-molecular / quantum mechanics level and scaled up from there. It was my first real exposure to quantum mechanics and my brain was sweating most days. Whenever questions were posed to the class, Aryan had the answers. It was impressive and intimidating. We both continued our degree through the Microsystems and Nanotechnology group at UBC and discovered a myriad of common interests. A beautiful friendship grew from there!

The most substantial uniting piece for me, I think, was our mutual love of all things off-this-world. The first time we made plans to watch a space shuttle take off the launch got scrubbed and rescheduled. Aryan went to Orlando anyway to check out the Kennedy Space Center and have associated fun. I waited. On July 8, 2011 we had our second chance. We were both enveloped in the wonder of the space coast as we watched the final launch of the Space Shuttle fleet. The video Aryan shot that day is riddled with him saying “woah” over and over again. Sometimes I re-watch his video just to hear him capture the feelings I also had in that moment in the most definitive way I can think of.

He is now off at UCLA in grad school and I get to follow his adventures on facebook and youtube. I especially like his time lapse shots of cities and extra-terrestrial objects through his telescope.

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still life with woodpecker

When reading a book I have often made note of passages that stand out to me. I have a document somewhere riddled with them. On the off-chance they might actually be interesting to others I think I shall post one here from time to time.

The segment below is from a work of fiction by tom robbins. The book was recommended during the mythmas break as I was searching for some entertainment. It certainly met that standard. The book uses a narrative involving a deposed princess and an “outlaw” (serial bomber) to explore love and sexuality. The sentiments of any book are difficult to summarize in a single sentence but perhaps this one is reasonably captured by a question posed in the narrative: “What does it take to make love stay?”

This excerpt appealed to me because of the way it re-frames the hyper-sexualization that is main-stream. I am regularly frustrated by the degree of judgement regularly tethered to sexuality and, even more so, by the discord between the degrees of judgement applied to men and women. I felt like this was an interesting fresh look.

There is love making that is bad for a person, just as there is eating that is bad. That boysenberry cream pie from the Thrift-E Mart may appear inviting, may, in fact, cause all nine hundred taste buds to carol from the tongue, but in the end, the sugars, the additives, the empty calories clog arteries, disrupt cells, generate fat, and rot teeth. Even potentially nourishing foods can be improperly prepared. There are wrong combinations and improper preparations in sex as well. Yes, one must prepare for a fuck – the way an enlightened priest prepares to celebrate mass, the way a great matador prepares for the ring: with intensification, with purification, with a conscious summoning of sacred power. And even that won’t work if the ingredients are poorly matched: oysters are delectable, so are strawberries, but mashed together… (?!) Every nutritious sexual recipe calls for at least a pinch of love, and the fucks that rate four-star rankings from both gourmets and health-food nuts use cupfuls. Not that sex should be regarded as therapeutic or to be taken for medicinal purposes – only a dullard would hang such a millstone around the nibbled neck of a lay – but to approach sex carelessly, shallowly, with detachment and without warmth is to dine night after night in erotic greasy spoons. In time, one’s palate will become insensitive, one will suffer (without knowing it) emotional malnutrition, the skin of the soul will fester with scurvy, the teeth of the heart will decay. Neither duration nor proclamation of commitment is necessarily the measure – there are ephemeral explosions between strangers that make more erotic sense than many lengthy marriages, there are one-night stands in Jersey City more glorious than six-month affairs in Paris – but finally there is a commitment, however brief; a purity, however threatened; a vulnerability, however concealed; a generosity of spirit, however marbled with need; an honest caring, however singed by lust, that must be present if couplings are to be salubrious.

I was reading the book on my very crowded bus ride to school this morning. Just as we arrived at UBC a girl standing nearby handed me a note. I read it and blushed as I looked up at her grinning. She just smiled. I tucked the note in my book and she walked off the bus.

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art’s party

Those of you using the right calendar know yesterday was art’s birthday. A celebration happened at the art gallery.

If you need a copy of the right calendar, let me know.

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efficiently lit

This rant is inspired by a recent post about home heating using a heat exchanger technology. The main point was, when use this style of heating, it is actually better energy conservation practice to leave your thermostat at a constant temperature rather than turn it down at night (as would have been appropriate with a furnace heating system).

At the start of this year our provincial government issued an edict prohibiting retailers from stocking 75 W and 100 W incandescent bulbs. The argument generally goes that incandescent are “less efficient” and some millions of dollars in electricity could be saved if we all switched to compact fluorescent (CF) bulbs, therefore ban incandescents.

I’ll put my conclusion first, that way you can stop reading now if you want. I think banning incandescent bulbs is preposterous and ill thought out. They are well suited to many applications and CF bulbs are poorly suited to several environments and contexts. Now I begin my rant.

First, here are some typical numbers used to back up the “efficiency” argument.

Replace a 60 W incandescent lamp with a 12 W compact fluorescent (16 W including ballast) for 1 year at $0.08/kWh [source].

Incandescent
Fluorescent
24 hours/day operation
525 kWh 140 kWh
$50.81 $19.09
8 hours/day operation
175 kWh 47 kWh
$16.93 $6.37

The example suggests a monetary payback in 2.5 years for a bulb on 8 hours per day (including bulb costs).

How about energy consumption? If we include manufacturing and recycling energy costs we can shift to a more cradle-to-grave or dust-to-dust perspective. One analysis suggests that a compact flourescent will give an energy payback at around its 50th hour of operation. That is pretty quick!

Now it is time to look at the externalities.

The externalities that come to mind immediately are: mercury, home usage scenarios, human factors, and “waste” energy.

CF bulbs contain about 5 mg of mercury. This has been well discussed and the unanimous conclusion is that enough mercury is emitted during the extra electricity production to power an incadescent bulb that there is a dramatic payback. My problem here is that all the comparisons are done using coal burning power plants. Most electricity production in BC is hydroelectric. How does the comparison hold up if we consider the combustion of oil or shale gas? I remain unconvinced that this externality has been adequately addressed for a context that does not rely on coal as a primary source of power.

CF bulbs are ill suited to many common household usages. For instance, their lifespan is dramatically reduced if they are regularly turned on and off or attached to a dimmer. According to BC hydro, using a dimmer with a CF bulb can actually cause it to break! I have had one of these explode on me. The official line is to “open the window” for fifteen minutes in order to let the mercury disperse. Additionally, the bulbs are much dimmer when used in a cold place. This suggests they may be a poor choice for a porch light, garage, or shed.

In order to keep the concentrated 5 mg of mercury out of our lives once a CF bulb has expired (assuming it did not break open), it must now be properly recycled. Both home depot and ikea will accept CF’s for recycling but outside a major city those can be hard to find. Even in a town with one of those two retailers, how many people are ready to cart their hazardous waste out to a specific store they have no other reason to visit? There are serious barriers to proper disposal.

Finally, the one that grinds my teeth the most. What becomes of the energy “wasted” by incandescent bulbs? It becomes heat. A highly localized electric heater in a room that typically has a person in it. I certainly grant that there are more “efficient” ways to heat a home than by electric filament but, in a BC context (and probably a national Canadian context), this heat is rarely a waste.

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dark side of the moon

Watching the lunar eclipse (from the cambie bridge) this morning left me motivated to go on a rant about one of my least favourite terms.

The “dark side of the moon.” I am referring to the celestial object not to the gnarly album by pink floyd.

The moon orbits the earth once every 28 days and spins on its axis once every 28 days. This means it transits the sky with exactly the same part of its surface facing the earth each and every time we see it. The only humans to actually have that other side of the moon face them, flew around the other side. The moon is lit up by the sun. We see most clearly the portion of the moon that is lit in this way, but no matter which parts of the moon are being lit by the sun, the same parts of the moon face the earth. In a typical 28 day cycle, all parts of the moon receive equal sunshine; the parts that face us and the parts that don’t face us each spend equal amounts of time facing the sun.

So what the hell is the “dark side of the moon”?!? When people refer to the dark side of the moon, do they simply mean the far side of the moon? Tragically, yes.

But wait, there’s more…

A lunar eclipse occurs when the shadow of the earth passes over the moon. By definition this can only happen during a full moon. This reduces the amount of sunlight that hits the side of the moon facing us, but an eclipse will never occur to the part of the moon facing away from us – the eclipse will always take place during a part of the month where the far side of the moon was due to be dark anyway. This means the near side of the moon actually get LESS total light than the far side.

Therefore: dark side of the moon = the side that faces us.

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p.s. the moon is still eclipsed and I am listening to wish you were here.

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