George had me bring the truck back in for a follow-up to last month’s deep dive. The front and rear axle U-bolts were still good and tight; a tiny leak from the front of the transfer case but we decided not to mess with it. (It’s a Land Rover. You gotta have a leak.) Oil levels in the the transmission and transfer case were perfect.
When warm weather is here to stay we’ll pull the hardtop and replace it with a nice mesh tilt. To make that task a bit easier, we removed the inside panels from the front and rear doors. Had to drill some pop rivets. Getting the hard top off is going to be a piece of cake.
I really enjoy these sessions with George. He patiently explains what he’s doing and why and it’s a great way to get to know the truck (and not fuck it up by trying these things on my own).
“The franchise and the virus work on the same principle: what thrives in one place will thrive in another. You just have to find a sufficiently virulent business plan, condense it into a three-ring binder — its DNA — xerox it, and embed it in the fertile lining of a well-traveled highway, preferably one with a left-turn lane. Then the growth will expand until it runs up against its property lines.”
— Snow Crash
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read this book but discover something new each time I pick it up. I like Stephenson’s female characters. Always smart and strong. Y.T. the skateboard courier in Snow Crash; Eliza in The Baroque Cycle; and Zula in REAMDE.
Same goes for William Gibson: Molly Millions (Neuromancer and Mona Lisa Overdrive); Angie Mitchell (Count Zero); Chevette Washington (Virtual Light and All Tomorrow’s Parties); Cayce Pollard (Pattern Recognition); Hollis Henry (Spook Country and Zero History); and Flynne Fisher (The Peripheral).
But I’m not the sort who builds his own shelves. So last night I hit the Lowe’s website and ordered some shelves for the garage. Today they were waiting for me (the only way to shop).
The acquisition of the Land Rover has brought more stuff to our garage but these simple shelves will bring some order to the chaos. Ready for the best part? The only tool needed to assemble is a rubber mallet. Amazing how simple it was to snap this thing together.
“In the study, 14 participants—each placed in an fMRI machine—were shown two patterns, one of red horizontal stripes and one of green vertical stripes. They were given a maximum of 20 seconds to choose between them. Once they’d made a decision, they pressed a button and had 10 seconds to visualize the pattern as hard as they could. Finally, they were asked “what did you imagine?” and “how vivid was it?” They answered these questions by pressing buttons.”
“Using the fMRI to monitor brain activity and machine learning to analyze the neuroimages, the researchers were able to predict which pattern participants would choose up to 11 seconds before they consciously made the decision. And they were able to predict how vividly the participants would be able to envisage it.”
“Lead author Joel Pearson, cognitive neuroscience professor at the University of South Wales in Australia, said that the study suggests traces of thoughts exist unconsciously before they become conscious.”
One of the reasons I started this blog was to have a place where I could save favorite scenes from the movies. For the first few years I was limited to transcriptions and I relied heavily on Colin’s movie monologue page. It’s still out there but doesn’t appear to have been updated in several years.
“A kilogram of mass would convert into approximately 25 billion kilowatt hours of electricity. The energy in the mass of one raisin could supply most of New York City’s energy needs for a day.”
—Einstein: His Life and Universe (Walter Isaacson)
When people ask my age, I’ll tell them “65 Plus.” After 65, nobody cares how old you are. Media rating services like Arbitron and Nielson have nice, easy-to-remember categories…that stop at 65. So no more birthdays. I’m 65+. It’s really the last age that matters. (Medicare, Social Security, etc)
I’ve reached the age where contemporaries start dying. God’s mortar shells landing ever closer. John D. MacDonald described it best in Pale Gray for Guilt.
“Picture a very swift torrent, a river rushing down between rocky walls. There is a long, shallow bar of sand and gravel that runs right down the middle of the river. It is under water. You are born and you have to stand on that narrow, submerged bar, where everyone stands. The ones born before you, the ones older than you, are upriver from you. The younger one stand braced on the bar downriver. And the whole long bar is slowly moving down that river of time, washing away at the upstream end and building up downstream.
It’s hard to be part of the 65+ demo and not have a sense of your own mortality. I like Scott Adams’ take.
“…we’re a simulated (programmed) world left behind by advanced humanoids that shed their bodies billions of years ago. Our simulated world is the closest they could come to immortality. They were romantics, much like ourselves, and couldn’t stand the thought of being separated from their loved ones for eternity. So in our programmed little world, when we feel a special connection to another, it’s because we knew that person when we were real, and the program allows us to feel it again as if new. Thus, when you meet your soul mate, it is a reunion of sorts. And it will happen over and over, in each subsequent life the program provides for you.”
