Ryan's Journal

I realize that it is a bit ironic to post the following in lieu of writing something original, but I thought it was worthwhile. It comes from Eileen over at homesweetroad.com:

“Art and Fear is my favorite book about creativity. One of the stories that sticks with me is of a pottery class where the teacher divided the class into two groups. One group was to be graded only by the quantity of the pots they made, no matter how awful, and the other only by the quality of the pots, no matter how many. At the end of the semester, those graded on quantity ended up making more and better pots. The quality group was just too paralyzed to get anything done, they didn’t make any progress in their craft. What a great illustration of the value there is in just doing when it comes to art.”

I’ve been struggling with my own motivational lapses lately, and needed the little reminder that it’s almost always better to be doing something rather than doing nothing.

Aaron is back in town for the weekend, and after a few weeks of paramedic rotations has all kinds of valuable tidbits to offer on the subject of wiener catheters — the number one recommendation is that, should you ever be admitted to the hospital and asked for a urine sample, no matter how dehydrated you may be, the correct response is always “Yes, I can do that, no problem”. Remember this advice — I won’t relay all of his stories, but one of the better ones involved a 96 year old patient who mumbled and was difficult to understand, but who suddenly and very coherently yelled “Hey! P! A! I! N!”

The evening’s other big discovery was made while going through the parent’s garage. While I was checking out some dusty boxes I heard a yell of distress and some disgusted coughing from the other corner of the garage. Turning around, Aaron was standing there with a disintegrating old pouch. He handed it to me saying “Dude, check out this bag of stench and pain”. Stench. And pain. I declined.

Sorry for the lack of updates, there just hasn’t been much going on. Today was fairly typical, and I spent a good chunk of it working on some code to allow message boards on the site again. That should be ready soon.

I was planning on heading to Monterey today, but the idea of sleeping in the car and doing a lot of driving became less appealing as the day went on. At some point (and probably soon) I’m gonna lose it and just take off — I don’t have a specific itinerary in mind, but the snow pretty much forces me to go to the southwest, so the following are likely targets:

• Spelunking in Carlsbad Caverns. The Hall of the White Giant and Spider Cave tours are two that I’d love to try, but both are only done on weekends and need to be booked well in advance.
• Hiking in the Grand Canyon. Nadia recommended the Kaibab Trail, so I’d like to check it out.
• Visiting the dunes at White Sands. Very cool place.
• Watching the stars from the salt flats in Death Valley.
• Arches National Park and Canyonlands National Park in Utah.
• …and whatever else is along the way.

If anyone is interested in coming along for part of the trip, let me know.

Looking through the server logs (it’s a slow day), people are finding the site through some interesting paths. I have no idea who any of the following people are, but all of them link to me:

• tryontheglasses.com – Apparently a conservative political blog.
• kundalini-support.com – Some kind of mysticism bulletin board.
• artandfaith.blogspot.com – She liked the penguin photo.
• harrys-stories.blogspot.com – Lists me among his favorites, along with other giants of the internet like “Sparrow’s Fart“.
• travelingtexan.com – Has me linked as a “Fellow Traveler”, although it looks like he may never have actually started his travels.

And of course, I used to get a steady trickle from Jason’s Blog, but now that I’m on a break from traveling he correctly points out that there isn’t much to link to (“instead i just see pictures of exotic birds and hear stories of your squirrel friends.”)

“A bad analogy is like a leaky screwdriver.” — Richard Braakman

Albatross numbers around the world have been plummeting, but while longline fishing is the suspected culprit, no one is completely sure of the cause due to the fact that the birds spend months or (in the case of wandering albatross) years without ever returning to land. A recent study by the British Antarctic Survey of grey-headed albatross sheds some light on where the birds go while at sea:

“The researchers found that more than half of the birds flew completely around the world, following the chilled oceans below 30 degrees latitude south. One bird circled the globe three times in 18 months, and another flew more than 13,000 miles in just 46 days.”

The full article can be found here.

Life is pretty random at the moment — I can’t really say with certainty what day of the week it is, and it’s pretty much a toss-up whether the day is spent socially or working on various projects. In general, it’s not a bad way to live, with the only downside being that assuming none of my little projects pan out (and I’m not holding out much hope) then in a few months the slow hemorrhaging of my bank account will probably scare me into going back to work.

The cottage is working out really well, having now received my brother’s seal of approval as the best place I’ve ever lived in. One of the big highlights has been the local animals: I originally named the resident grey squirrel Ralphie, only to realize that the Ralphies are actually two different squirrels. The owl isn’t as regular of a visitor, but most nights he makes the rounds via the trees outside the front door. And lately there have been at least two raccoons (who I believe might be on methamphetamines) that stop by. Their first visit seemed to be a game of tag that lasted from about ten o’clock until two in the morning — all that I would hear would be a screech followed by a mad dash around the cottage, and then silence for a few minutes before the process would repeat. Three nights ago they were in explorer mode, including some flying leaps off of the cottage roof that sounded most impressive. The other neighbors include a cat and two dogs and are slightly less friendly. Of the dogs, Cujo has repeatedly tried to thrust himself through a second story window opening in an effort to remove me from existence.

Also, a few random bits:

• Rod Planck’s photography book is still on sale at Amazon.com, although it looks like they are nearly out of copies. It’s a really good nature photography book if you’re interested and have a bit of spare cash lying around.
• If you’re at all interested in the next Galapagos trip, it will be from May 6, 2006 to May 20, 2006. At $3400 per person it’s a bit pricey, but that includes everything but tips and airfare to Quito, so it’s still far cheaper than any comparable trip. I think I’ve already got nearly enough people to fill the boat, but let me know soon if you might be interested.
• Lynn has some really, really impressive portrait shots online — be sure to click on the thumbnails to get the full image.

There really isn’t much new to write about, so here’s a photo that I took back in November while on Pebble Island in the Falklands. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but for whatever reason it does something for me now. The journal should liven up in the near future when I take off in the Subaru, but at the moment the “when” and “where” of that trip is still a mystery.

While researching jobs in Antarctica (I’m fooling no one, I was bored and searched for my own name) I stumbled on this blog, which is done by a vulcanologist who studies Mt. Erebus in Antarctica. It’s a pretty cool little glimpse into life at the McMurdo base.

Aaron finished all of his classwork for paramedic school and today is his first day of hospital rotations. The money quote came after I asked him if he had screwed up and killed any babies yet:

“The best part about being a paramedic is that you don’t kill the babies — you just give them to the doctors.”

If only we could all be so lucky as to have jobs where not killing babies was the highlight…

I suppose the first post of the new year should be a bit more respectable, but this video is pretty cool. Word on the net is that it is fake (obviously), but it’s still neat. And the game is damn fun.

A look back at 2004, by Dave Barry. “But no question, 2004 was bad. Consider: We somehow managed to hold a presidential election campaign that for several months was devoted almost entirely to the burning issue of: Vietnam.”

After a harrowing apartment search that included the world’s skinniest studio (probably seven feet wide) and the world’s most lopsided studio (I would have been an earthquake casualty waiting to happen) I finally found a new place to live. It’s up in the hills in Lafayette, and for once in my life it’s actually somewhere I really like — a separate cottage with deer that come by in the morning, an owl who visits in the evening, and a bunch of squirrels to fill in the hours in between. When being pooped on by wild animals gets old it’s only a five minute drive to the nearest Starbucks and a twenty minute shot into San Francisco. I’m still unpacking so the photos below are a bit of a mess, although they do show off the big manly fireplace fairly well.