Friday, August 19, 2016

Milwaukee

...The laws you have to obey and those you don't....

Milwaukee reminds me of my first driving lesson with my dad.

When I was just learning to drive, we pulled up to an intersection while a dump truck was coming the other way. My father asked me, "Who has the right of way here, son?"

I quickly quoted what I had learned from drivers ED about the person to the right of blah blah blah when my father stopped me, pointed at the truck, and said, "He always has the right of way... by at least twenty tons. You may have the right of way according to some book... but that only matters if you survive the wreck, and against a dump truck you have no chance... the laws of physics trump the laws of man every single time."

There are two kinds of laws in this world. The laws of man and the laws of physics. You can break the laws of man any time you want, and you'll often get away with it. But you can't break the laws of physics... not even once.

Everywhere around the world there are laws giving pedestrians the right of way at certain times and places... and tens of thousands of pedestrians get maimed and killed by cars that did NOT have the right of way... cars that were clearly in the wrong.

Every single time a car meets a pedestrian, whether the pedestrian has the right of way or not, the pedestrian loses. The laws of man give pedestrians (an illusion of) the right of way that the laws of physics never do.

It's simple math. When one ton of steel moving twenty mile an hour hits a person, the person always loses. Period.

Ferguson.

Milwaukee.

Running from cops is like crossing a street without looking both ways first. You might get away with it dozens of times, but the first time you don't may end your life, and it won't matter at all if you were right or wrong when you're dead.

When you run from the police, black-white-young-old-man-woman-dog-bear, you are forfeiting a trial by a judge and a jury of your peers, and are instead insisting on a split-second final ruling by a man with a gun and the authority to use it at his discretion. It does not matter who you are, from the minute he stops you until the minute he lets you go, your life is in his hands just as assuredly as it is in the hands of a dump truck driver coming up at an intersection. The truck driver can choose to run the light, or his brakes can fail, and everyone except him loses.

Running from the police is no different than running a red light, j-walking on a blind curve, or trying to beat the train across the tracks... it's a stupid risk nobody should ever be encouraged to take.

It's about as useful to argue with a dump truck as it is to argue with a cop. The place to argue, the only place arguing is even remotely useful (white, black, rich, poor... this rule is universal) is in front of a judge and a jury.

OJ did not win in a Bronco, he won in a courtroom... and that was the only place he could win. The audacity of the idea that you can ever 'win' against a cop on the street is like believing a pedestrian can win against a car... but winning in court happens every day.

No pedestrian likes yielding to all cars all the time, or yielding to every truck, tractor trailer, or train simply because it's  bigger. But it's what you do if you want to live, because even if the dump truck is entirely in the wrong, you still lose. It simply isn't a battle that can be won. The laws of physics always win against the laws of man. And guns are ruled by physics, exclusively, with no appeals available to a higher court.

Calling the train racist won't keep it from running over you.

It isn't racism, it's physics trumping the laws of man. The vast majority of these blacklivesmatter events could have been won in court, had they not forfeited that right in favor of forcing a split-second sudden-death ruling by a man with a gun.

Every pedestrian that wants to live yields the right of way, all the time, even when they are right and the car is wrong. Because in the middle of the street the car always wins... the cop always wins. Don't like that? Nobody does, but it has nothing to do with racism, it's the laws of physics. Simple as that. And no laws of man will ever change it.

Sadly, what my father taught me about driving and about life will never be on any DMV test. Stop signs and lights have never stopped a single car anywhere in the world, ever. Brakes do. Being right or running fast has never made anyone bullet proof.

Being right does not mean you get to live, being safe does. And your safety is in your hands... until you stupidly surrender it to a dump truck driver or a police officer.

We fool ourselves into thinking that a law of physics can be bent to the will of the laws of man, but the simple truth is that no amount of laws will ever really give a pedestrian the right of way over a car, a car the right of way over a truck or a train, or a citizen the right of way over a cop.

Like it or not, laws of physics do not bend to the laws of man.

Ever.

Period.

There is no protest, or march, or supreme court ruling that will change it. That simply is not how the laws of physics work. Shooting at cops makes as much sense as cars cutting off dump trucks in some twisted desire to make the dump trucks more sensitive to the cars' insecurities.

But lives can be saved.

Attitudes can be changed.

And I'm not talking about the attitudes of dump trucks, I'm talking about the attitudes of pedestrians. I'm talking about the attitudes of those who have everything to lose... and so much to gain by simply respecting the laws of physics as much as the laws of man.

We teach children to look both ways before crossing the street, not because cars are racist and hunting down children for sport, but because cars can easily kill pedestrians in the blink of an eye or a misinterpreted second.

My father had 'the talk' with me too. Cops are the dump trucks or the trains of the road. Stay off the tracks, look both ways, never assume their brakes work, wait until they come to a stop first. Always yield. Always. It's not optional.

The laws of physics are not optional.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

veggie factory

Ok, I've said this before... back when I wrote Patent Mine to be exact, but it's worth saying it again.

While I'm a fan of these 'indoor greenhouses' they almost always are used wrong.

As in the article
http://www.forbes.com/sites/jboyd/2016/07/28/can-next-generation-veggie-factories-finally-grow-a-profit/2/#598e21222896
an enormous amount of energy is wasted running the air conditioning to keep these indoor greenhouses running efficiently... ie, lights make heat, even LED lights.

But heat is only a bad thing during summer (a time when you can grow plants outside making indoors redundant!!!)

Back then, I said (Worth repeating) that the ideal indoor greenhouse would run during end of fall trough the beginning of spring... as the house heating system.

See, plants are very shade tolerant, they can go without light for a few days if needed. So if they come on when you need to add heat to a house or building, then turn off an hour latter, plants think of it like clouds. No big deal.

But growing fresh vegetables during the winter is a huge bonus, and when you consider that you can grow a few thousand heads of lettuce AND heat your home/building on roughly the same amount of electricity you would have spent JUST heating your home anyway... it's really a no brainer.

Most homes have space in basements or crawl spaces if you wanted to do a 'retrofit' or, think of a 'space-heater' model that looks like a book shelf with blackout curtains so it won't keep you up at night if it has to come on.

The problem is people want to get rich selling the lettuce at 2 or 3 times what it costs to import from 3,000 miles away and that's the only economic model they can see. When instead, the 'money' is in selling winter heaters that grow food and clean the air for free.

But then, I'm just a SciFi author, no need to listen to me :)  

Sunday, July 3, 2016

freedom pop review

In keeping with the Stephen King rule ('You can only call yourself a writer if you can pay at least one bill with your royalties') I have had to adjust my budget.

Gone is my expensive $25/month cellphone plan that worked beautifully, and in is my new plan $2.49/month.

This new plan is from FreedomPop and, as the price would suggest, it has a lot of wonk and glitchy built into the plan. The voice calls are over the internet which means they can be glitchy, have gaps, have lost parts, and 'static' when they don't work (think first gen Skype on dialup), but when they do work it's as good as the old plan.

The phone itself has locked up and rebooted twice in the last few months, a little unnerving but acceptable. This is kind of typical of Android phones, so, I'm not exactly worried yet.

And, though it says it offers texting, the texting is also not real texting but Internet texting, and not really dependable. This is not a big deal as I have switched back to emails instead.

The cons:
Texting and voice exists, but are not ready for prime time. The app that lets you use them has to be 'disabled' or blocked to keep the app from burning through a month's worth of data in the first 2 weeks. This means that you can send texts and make voice calls, but not receive them in practice.

Pro:
The price is fantastic.

You get 500 megs of data per month, and if you do NOT use the phone to make phone calls or text then 500 megs a month of surfing for $2.49 is an unbelievably good deal.

The $2.49 is technically for a voice mail box that lets people leave a message so that, even though nobody can 'call me' on my phone (because I block the app), they can leave me a message and I can call them back with the phone later. You can go absolutely free if you want to.

They do offer a plan for $9/month that does 200min of voice the old fashion way, but that's $70 a year and, when you are an indie author you are in extreme save mode all the time.

For me, the 500megs of data is golden. I had been making due with 250 megs for the last 5 years, so this is a doubling for me.

freedom pop review

In keeping with the Stephen King rule ('You can only call yourself a writer if you can pay at least one bill with your royalties') I have had to adjust my budget.

Gone is my expensive $25/month cellphone plan that worked beautifully, and in is my new plan $2.49/month.

This new plan is from FreedomPop and, as the price would suggest, it has a lot of wonk and glitchy built into the plan. The voice calls are over the internet which means they can be glitchy, have gaps, have lost parts, and 'static' when they don't work (think first gen Skype on dialup), but when they do work it's as good as the old plan.

The phone itself has locked up and rebooted twice in the last few months, a little unnerving but acceptable. This is kind of typical of Android phones, so, I'm not exactly worried yet.

And, though it says it offers texting, the texting is also not real texting but Internet texting, and not really dependable. This is not a big deal as I have switched back to emails instead.

The cons:
Texting and voice exists, but are not ready for prime time. The app that lets you use them has to be 'disabled' or blocked to keep the app from burning through a month's worth of data in the first 2 weeks. This means that you can send texts and make voice calls, but not receive them in practice.

Monday, May 30, 2016

irony

Irony:

A few weeks ago, my mother discovered I had downed several trees and demanded that I promptly cut them up to fit her fireplace... a reasonable request unless you are a woman just 2 years recovered from a $200,000 back surgery.

Me 'I'm not cutting up heavy logs fro you to chance ruining your back again.'

Irony... Today, I decide to wrestle the big logs into the woods as a kind of Summer cleanup... and threw out my back.

Last 3 hours, flat on my back on a heating pad because 'I didn't want to cut them into smaller pieces'

ReLearning lessons you already know is painful. :)

Monday, April 25, 2016

Where's book 8 ??!

Question: "Yeah yeah, the links are 'cute' and stuff, but, really, where's book 8 (Quantum of Souls) already!!"
Long story short, 3 pairs of prescription reading glasses...
Long story longer...
Almost 20 years ago (late 90's), I was considering trying my hand at programming again. I had lots of success with it as a child, but things in the computer world had changed since the 80's when I last sat behind a keyboard, so I decided to take a few classes and find out just where I stood.
If it was going to take thousands and thousands of dollars to get caught up, I'd probably take a pass. But I'd only know if I sank a toe in the water.
Late 90's that's exactly what I did. The programming wasn't too hard, and I was very enthusiastic... at first. But by the end of the year, I was hating it and I couldn't figure out why.
In retrospect, I found out that I was printing a ton of things out, and that should have been a clue. But at the time, it wasn't.
I was blind to it.
In the early days of classes, it was nothing to spend 8-12 hours a day pounding away at the keyboard. By the end of the year, it made me depressed to even turn the damn computer on.
I figured it was just that my heart wasn't in it. Coding, itself, was really not that hard, I kept telling myself, but I just couldn't get 'into it'.
So I took a chance and decided to try writing again. I had written a 'version' of Houdini scientist in the 11th grade and so I decided to, obviously, skip over 3 books and start my new writing adventures with "The Heredity of Hummingbirds" (book 4) on my brand new Compaq laptop.
About halfway through it, I was dealing with crippling depression and headaches, but I powered through, then started on "Mourning after Dawn" (Book 5).
Time to backtrack just a little.
Color blind people don't know on their own that they are color blind.
Nearsighted people don't know that the world looks different to everyone else.
And I didn't know that I was color blind until a state fair around the age of ten, or that I was dyslexic until my last year of high school, or that I was hypersensitive to back lit screens common to all phones, tvs, and laptops. It took me three years to figure out my hypersensitivity to screens.
On 5-23-2003 NEC decided to dump their 'golf pro' laptops called the Versa Daylite. It was $1,000 more expensive than all other laptops in its class, and came with a dull, tiny 10.1" screen that the market hated... but that I needed because it had a back light that you could turn off.
This is the difference between an iPad and a Kindle with the e-ink 'paper' screen. If you want to read for an hour, an iPad will do, but if you want to read for 12 hours a day, every day of the week, 9 out of 10 eyes will thank you for using the Kindle with the e-ink and no back light.
It didn't dawn on me until a power failure when I used the laptop screen (a regular one, not the NEC) as a flashlight. It lit the room bright enough to read a newspaper at 20 feet. Most phones come with a flashlight app that turns to screen bright white.
I have a box of florescent and LED lights that I never use because the flicker or spectrum of the light from them gives me headaches. Most people don't have this problem, but I do.
Most people are not color blind, but I am.
And most people are not dyslexic, but I am (mildly).
Now, 2014, quantum of souls started out fast, I was on schedule to have it done in a year, then I hit a wall.
My NEC crashed, the screen has a bunch of scratches, and the power supply died.
But those are just annoying excuses.
My real problem, the one my color blind eyes couldn't see, was that my eyes were going on me.
Which, sad as it seems, was far from obvious.
I can see the screen just fine.
I can see the screen on my phone just fine (I just can't stand looking at it for more than an hour a day).
In fact, last month when I got my first eye test in 20 years, my eyesight had actually improved, according to the numbers. So I was entirely befuddled as to why I couldn't seem to concentrate or focus when writing.
But it turned out that my left eye was the only one that could see the screen, when before 2014, both eyes could see the screen. Dollar store reading glasses had helped (in 2014) but just barely.
Right in the middle of the book, my ability to see the screen (what mattered most) had all but vanished.
I needed 3 pairs of reading glasses, with 3 unique prescriptions.
1 for reading the phone or books.
1 for reading a laptop, and a third for reading desktop screens.
(And a fourth for driving, watching movies, or tv, but I'm really nearly 20/20 with that, so I just couldn't believe I had eye problems)
I can see some colors, but not most colors, so I had no clue I was colorblind (technically, colorblind is black and white where color deficient, me, is some colors).
I could easily use a regular tablet, laptop, or desktop screen for up to an hour without feeling ill, so because it wasn't immediate, it took me an incredibly long time to put two and two together.
And my dyslexia is very mild, just bad enough to make editing books more difficult than it ordinarily would be.
Bottom line, with a little luck, hopefully I'll finish it this year.
$6.95 for a pair of prescription reading glasses makes all the difference in the world.
For those really curious.
OD    OS
1      0.75 SP
-.5    -.75 Cyc
62    110  Axis