Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

02 July 2014

State of events

I've been pretty swamped getting a miter saw stand/cart designed and putting it together, plus a large number of items are happening otherwise.  This is the year the deck has to be replaced, along with getting the yard put into shape, and getting all of that figured out, planned out and looking to put a shed in for doing my woodworking finishing.

If I'm not working myself to exhaustion in the shop, then I'm recovering from doing that the prior day.

Basically while the world appears Stuck On Stupid, I'm just doing the basics of learning skills and applying them as I go, with all the fun that entails. 

With that said I do have a couple of new firearms that will be heading in for a check-out, and I will hope to post on those later this summer.  With ammo a bit less scarce I will try to get to the range a few times, and work out some things with my existing equipment. 

As I have warned over the years when my health gets incrementally better my posting rate will plummet and that is the case as of now.  And that is not just here but everywhere.  Such is life.

A bit more fiction to put up this month, completing one story that I left partially up and putting another finished one up, plus one that is in work. 

Research for any other work falls by the wayside, but my past work serves as the basis for what I see currently.  Systemic overload is not an unusual venue for an elite class to take via politics, and that is where we are at now.  No good will come of it unless we, as individuals, improve ourselves.  Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and make sure that you are prepared.  That is what I am doing now.

03 May 2014

Shop changes

This last winter I struggled through the end of my router table build and then started in on building up some of my manual hand planing skills while deciding what to do next.  In the way of in-shop builds I decided that a miter saw table/cabinet was on the agenda so as to get it off the ersatz secondary workbench and onto a mobile platform.  To me that also meant that the cabinet it was on would also have to contain the thing, so that I could put a secondary surface on it and use it for other things, like supporting long work pieces that I hand plane.

But that really couldn't get started in earnest until I had a place to roll it to, and the shop was in desperate need of freeing up some workspace.  A dead upright freezer was taking up valuable space and since it was no longer in service that meant it could go.  Yet in that tree of decision making came the concept that a roll around miter cabinet really wouldn't be all that useful sitting in the same place and what I really needed was some shelving there.  As I was working on getting stamina back by planing down 5/4 and 6/4 stock lumber, mostly Sassafras but also some Mahogany and 8/4 Acacia to make the frame for the roll around cabinet, I really couldn't devote much time to simple storage shelving.

Before that, however, I also talked to an electrician for doing some of the around the house stuff (front and rear porch lights, mostly) and talked about the can lights in the basement.  He said those were probably made for attic use and as they have insulation around them, have a heat sensitive switch that makes them cut out.  Thus the blinking light effect which is killer on lights of any sort, and even CFLs did this in a few of the cans, so they were not a solution.  I could get up there, take down each light and remove that cut-off or have him do that, which would mean a major tear-down of the ersatz secondary workbench... or I could re-examine the issue.

If the problem is heat generation from 60 watt incandescent bulbs (or equivalent in CFL which run at a lower power consumption) then the problem was too much energy wasted in making the actual light.  Too much heat per watt consumed, in other words a ratio.  I took a look at some of the standard charts for light output (you know, the visible and not IR stuff) and saw that LEDs used up about 10 watts of which 1 was wasted in heat and the rest went to equivalent light output.  LEDs have come down drastically in price over the last 5 years and are now cost competitive with CFLs.  So now the idea began to percolate that instead of new fixtures or re-wiring the old ones, what I really needed were just better bulbs (or point source LEDs with diffusers).  I purchased one to try in the one can that blinked on everything, almost immediately and put that in the can receptacle.  After 10 hours, the light was not blinking and that is longer than I usually spend in the shop.  Five more of those and my problem was solved.

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Plus I get a Color Rendition Index above 75% for these daylight LEDs.  An old CFL with titanium dioxide coating on the outside is still used in its workshop clamp on receptacle as it helps to get rid of some of the stuff that lingers in the shop from the chemistry there.  It is minor but over time it does do some good and I can notice changes in the shop air over time with it.

The router table is on the left and becomes, as I knew it would, a flat surface catch-all while not in active use.  Still things are looking up and I'm hoping to get it into active use later this year as the roll around miter saw cabinet gets up and running.  Since it is a cabinet and not really a chest, I'm making a frame for it and then will slat in sassafras on the outside.  The frame base will be acacia at the base, walnut for uprights and long cross-pieces, and mahogany for short cross pieces.  Major dimensions are determined, but interior arrangement is TBD.

With better lights I can see what I'm doing, a big, big plus.  And I will say this about daylight equivalent lights: they actually do have a positive effect on my mental attitude the moment they get turned on.

Over the workbench is a Dazor two tube fluorescent task light I got off of someone at Ebay.  They still make those things, too!  And with the buzzing magnetic ballast, to boot.  I do want to hit them up for an electronic one if they have a retrofit kit: the buzzing isn't that bad at first, but as it warms up you hear it more.  With that said they packed a lot into the base including counter-weights and such, and if they don't have a retro-fit kit then finding something to fit in that space may be impossible.  The reason for the task light is that when I'm at the drill press or doing other work nearby the workbench, even with better overhead lighting I could use something a bit more directional, and that does the job perfectly.

So, where was I?

Oh, shelving!  Yes had to move the freezer out (hand truck necessary for that) and then once it was out of the way I got the measurements, realized I wanted some space behind the shelves for stuff like saw horses and out-feed supports, and ordered it from Global Industrial.  Archive boltless shelving but good for workshop use.

The one thing that boltless shelving lacks are components to upgrade them with.  I learned, to my disbelief, that the makers of the stuff utilize slightly differing spans (the cross pieces) so that one manufacturer's boltless shelving doesn't necessarily fit another's system.  You get a bit of lock-in that way and stuck with an original supplier.  Unless you aren't doing a systemic approach and going piecemeal, like me.  With that all said I would really have liked panels in prior projects or at least stuff that easily adapts to boltless shelving in general but is manufacturer agnostic.  In this case the panels I wanted to put up on the end was pegboard to start getting all my smaller stuff organized.  I ended up buying some Alligator Board (meant to be put up on studs or drywall in front of studs at 16" intervals) in 36" wide by 16" high, and then drilled mounting holes for the half-inch difference between the distance for boltless uprights and the board (with a bit of overhang on the rear side).

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Here is as you turn to your left as you walk in.  Note the shelf over the sink that I just put in, to get rid of some of the stuff sitting on there that is getting crowded out by the old Sharp microwave.  The microwave still works, heats up water just fine and that makes it available to reheat my coffee, tea or mix up some oxalic acid for bleaching wood. 

In the foreground is an outdoor halogen task light serving as the vacuum hose rest.  It is really hand for that... but I don't have any place else to put it at the moment... so necessity and all that.  The bench grinder with Oneway Wolverine system is obscured just behind it.   A bit better organization should get those stowed away and out of the way in the future.

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This is the heart of the affair and the light canister above it is the problematic one with anything but an LED.  Pegboard on the end with the shop hand tools that fit.

The contractor table was sits on the bottom part of the shelving, and the rest of that level is used up for a few things that don't really fit anywhere else at the moment.  At the top of all of this is a Jet fine particulate air system which should really be suspended from the ceiling, but as I had nothing scheduled for that high up and fine particulates are a concern, that is the best I could do.  I does not suck nor blow from the vent from the utility room and does set up a general circulation pattern in the room when its on.  Also it is made for 16" rafter spacing and the basement has 24" spacing... but the floorboards of the main floor are at 16"! Not perfect but it works.

All the cased tools (electric hand planer, circular saw, drill/driver, etc.) plus some anonymous jigs, fixtures and miscellaneous tools now sit on the upper shelves.  The long searches to find them and get them out from behind other stuff is now over.

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Let me just say that getting all the Japanese hand saws out and available is a huge plus on its own.  Getting the heavier hammers away from the workbench but nearby it frees up valuable space they were taking up.  Of the two jigsaws I have, the one on the outside is the cheap knockabout one, used for rough work, and the other remains in its case on the shelving.  The belt sander is a freebie with a Triton router, and I'll have to make more use of it and possibly see if I can rig up some sort of jig for it as well.  The random orbital sander is just a cheap workhorse that does the job, nothing fancy.

The blue shelf on the upper left is cleaning and lubrication supplies and the stuff I tend to use the most when maintaining power tools.  By the waterfall rack is the camellia oil with a microfiber rag, and it is used for the light coating on most of the hand tools.

 

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The lower half is hammer, mallet, wrench and other saw land, plus the Swedish axe picked up as milsurp.  I finally broke down and got a hammer set suitable for more than driving nails as I've already had to do some bashing of sheet metal and wanted something a bit more appropriate to that on an as-needed basis.  The wrench and socket sets are Harbor Freight and the racks and holders are after-market.

Along the side are my measuring stuff like yardstick and center finding rule, plus architect's square.  The central portion of the racks are where the screwdrivers, pliers, power drill and baskets for other stuff are.  Craftsman for the screwdriver set as they are both reliable and cheap.  Plus they all fit on that 24" magnetic strip which I bolted on to the pegboard.  Getting my drill bit sets (jobber and brad point) means I don't have to go on the Quest for the Missing Drill Bit Set any more.  Two DeWalt sets and one cheap store deal with driver bits that I don't mind if they die for a good cause.

Getting all this done took awhile because it is just me doing the work.  I hate eating up time with this stuff, but if it saves me time later, then it is well worth it.  The amount of ingenuity that has been put into making the various parts of this are a testament to the engineers involved and the workforce that made them.  My hat is off to you folks!

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Look, its clutter!

More organized, though, and the top shelf for the ESW is now just down to some of the better cleaning supplies and lubricants, plus gun cleaning case on the side.  The miter saw is nearly alone on its level, now.  Under that some storage space has been opened up with re-arranging things and more of that needs to go on.  By the side, leaning up against stuff on the left, are the Sassafras boards I've been planing smooth.  When I'm doing that work the place smells like a rootbeer factory and is rather pleasant. 

That shelving system in back may appear very cluttered, and that is because it is.  Yet it is organized clutter of the bulky stuff that needs to be somewhere and I can find it easily.  Foam sheets and stuff like foam rolls go up top.  Rarely used but no other good place to put them.  When I need them they need to be at hand.  When I don't they need to be out of the way.  Long piece jig storage is under that along with raw stock stuff like t-track and miter track.  Below that is excess and back-up storage, stuff used rarely or kept on hand just in case, plus broken down equipment that won't be used in the near future.  Then comes bulk storage for wood and finishes where the sun can't get to them.  Drill press roll around cabinet in front of all that stuff, plus smaller air circulator with HEPA filter: it gets air up out of the dead space and into circulation.

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From the drill press, reverse angle looking back at the workbench.  The lower shelves behind it are for wood storage, up and off the ground, a pain to get to so that means I have to have a good reason to drag it out.  Some scrap storage at the end of the shelving behind the fastener drawers, then some more wood and bulky clamps, plus Grippers.  Upper shelf starts with some air handling stuff for future use, then migrates through jigs then sharpening supplies, then back to air handling stuff.  Top shelf holds my surface vise and then all the board scrap storage.

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At the very end, on the far wall and tucked out of the way, is my clamp storage on normal pegboard.  That includes all the clamp using straightedges, as well.  My aluminum bar clamps aren't easy to see and that is for the good since I only use those when I have a large piece to assemble.  I used them a lot on the router table, that's for sure.  Some lighter stuff is on one of the two shelves on it, like the ersatz panavise and magnifying fine work holder.  Seen on the shelving to the left are some hand planes in their sacks which are out to remind me to give them a good sharpening before I start in on the major part of the cabinet, then my various takedown guides from the NRA and Browning, and above that miscellaneous plastic stripping and papers to put down for messy work.

Work does go on, albeit slowly.  I have an Incra I-box jig to start using with the table saw, and that looks to be fun.  Some general moving of other stuff in the house means an old set of metal shelving is out with the freezer and I need to get a round table out from a room where it is just taking up space.  Once those are out and removed, then comes looking for a deck contractor who also does some fencing and possibly something like a storage shed. 

The deck is the prime concern for this year, but the fencing for the yard is falling apart and held on with a few nails and strong ties.  I would like all of that done in something like Ipe or Port Orford Cedar (aka Lawson's Cypress), but only if it fits in with the awful looking pressure treated wood that is the norm for the development.  Basically anything that can be put up and ignored for a few decades is what I'm after, along with finding the contractor that can deal with the slope the place is built on which has a sudden rise nearby, which means frost heave shifts all the fencing and warps the stuff until you can't open the gate.  Then it falls apart.  Perhaps some concrete supports for the uprights, buried under the surface will do the trick.  That slope is not the friend of our yard of the postage stamp sizing.

So there is where the shop is at right now.  Spring takes its toll, doing all this takes time and effort.  I don't mind the organizing part that much, but would prefer to be on the learning and building part... but one step at a time.

Still doing some writing and has a story that has to play through, and that will be posted soon as well as finishing up Earthfall.  Starting in on the next M-5 alt story history, and it's a tough one as it's a character study more than a story.

01 January 2014

Recovery

A personal retrospective on my physical well-being.

I hope to get some more normal posts up, but such is life.

Late in 2004 I began a trip into a land of darkness where my mind was slowly losing track of work and I was beginning to feel exhausted beyond anything I had experienced in my life before that.  With that also came a lack of awareness of these things and the simple and all too human attempt to rationalize these sensations.  Being made senseless and having one's mind dimmed when aided and abetted by rationalization meant that things that should have alerted me to my dire straights were passed off... until my body forced the issue by giving me a cataleptic attack while driving.  No accident resulted, but that warned me that something truly serious was going on, even through the mists of my befuddled state of mind and being, which was turning into a strange place where being awake and being asleep meant little difference at all.

By 2005 I just wanted to know what was causing these attacks and if they could be dealt with, and the list of tests I went through was long and deep.  The only change had been in a standard medication, one of the statins, and when my endocrinologist heard the symptoms he took me off them, but the damage had been done and worse was to come after that until the full extent of it was finally reached.  My brain had the normal attributes of someone a good 20 years older than my physical age, and yet that was not a natural thing.  Narcoleptic conditions run in the male side of my family and I had thought I had escaped them as they have two general periods of onset: up to teenage years and then again in one's 60's.  Well, my brain had reached that magic age, I guess, just decades ahead of schedule.

Climbing out of that pit meant trying to get my thought structure back together as it had been shattered and eroded by this condition.  I had become a creature of willpower alone, determined not to let this be the end of my life.  The hardest work in my life would not be physical, would not be trying to write great pieces of fiction or histories to last the ages, but to merely scrape back a formulation of my thoughts out of a land between waking and dreaming and back, fully, into the land of the waking and living.  We take the fact that we think for granted, at least most people do, but somewhere within my psycho-dynamic toolkit there is a repair kit that allowed me to begin the hard work of reconstructing my mental capabilities to get some thinking capacity up and running again.

Those dark days are dealt with in my early blogging, which take place after the internal collapse of my mental structure, diagnosis and the first medications to deal with the actual phenomena.  There is no magic pill to rejuvenate the mind, as yet, to repair damage and to regain lost capacity.  Maybe we shall have that in some future, but until that point one is stuck with the old fashioned way of hard work.  I set myself some tasks to exercise my mind: learn some rudiments of Javascript, find out just what terrorism is (not the talking around it to attempt to call it something else, but its actual being as an activity) and then to learn connectivity structures based on Person-to-Person systems which are the basis for so much of human life that it pervades the far reaches of the horrific and the criminal realms.  For, as my Uncle Joe used to say disparagingly of so many corporate and government affairs, 'it isn't what you know, its who you know'.

Thus diagnosis was done by others, but I was willing to go through just about any test they cared to put me through, and I would hazard a good couple of hundred of vials of blood were taken to that end.  I have a long, long, long list of things I don't have and for that I am very thankful, indeed!  I will give the Sherlock Holmes method of scratching off stuff from a list and whatever you are left with is what it is a hat tip: it works.  Unfortunately it is the brute force method of logic, and I prefer inductive reasoning of 'this is the only thing that fits to make the entire thing work' sort of approach to the list scratching business.  As I have learned, that is a bent of mind that one must have by some means other than education as no one can teach you how to take a look at a whole thing and then see where something is missing and say what it is.

Countering the effects of the problem, although not the problem itself, came next.  I was a Type 1 diabetic before this happened and can tell you that dealing with a problem is not the same as curing it.  For all the advances in genetics, biology, biochemistry, and 3D structural analysis of molecules and how they interact, plus the human genome, a simple auto-immune disease dating back into the far reaches of human ancestry is still beyond modern medicine to cure.  Somehow every promising approach is thwarted by it.  Yet one gains a toolkit of mental requirements to deal with such a problem on a daily basis and that means I had one available for yet another problem that has no cure.  We know that there are cases of spontaneous remission of Type 1 diabetes after about 20 years of having it: the poor immune system just gets tired of fighting that part of the body and natural regeneration takes place for islet cells.  That I still have the condition points to an immune system that is still misdoing its job!  Now I also get to take medications that modern medical science can say what its structure is, but has no real idea of how it works.

There are times when I suspect the strain of being known as Witch Doctor is still with us to this day. 'What is it, what does it do?' you ask and the response is 'Dunno, it just works, take it.'

I am not nor ever have been impressed by degrees sitting up on a wall.

Doctors are still practicing medicine.  They need more practice, less overhead, please, as the practice still is not perfected.

Now all of this research, fiddling with code, playing with stuff got me to firearms as there was a warning bell going off in my head circa 2007.  A good year before the elections, hell before there were candidates, some part of me was saying: Prepare For No Good Shall Come Of This.  I took NRA training to ensure that I properly understood function and safety of firearms, plus only rudimentary cleaning... there needs to be a real course on that, not just gunsmithing but just 'how the hell do you clean this piece of Swiss watchmaking called a gun?' sort of course.  And I like older firearms, so drift punches, springs, and scouring around for parts became a ready past-time.  All of this is DIY in the firearms community, and the modern arms are much, much simpler to work with than much of the older stuff until you get back to the bolt action rifle: those are, at least, pretty simple to understand.

My goal was to next find out what sort of useful skills I had or could gain, and I'm still on that path today.  Firearms leads to stocks made of wood and that means wood finishing.  In my family lineage is woodworking going back at least a couple of generations, and I had not only shop class but a father who did cabinetry in his spare time.  That means I had some of the old 'young shop assistant' sort of deal going on, although not a lot of it, enough to get me familiar with the tools of the trade.

Building back stamina became the major goal as of 2009-10 and woodworking, well once you start using the manual tools you now have a major way to utilize physical capacity and measure endurance, now, don't you?  Even on the power tool side, the lifting and toting of boards, planks, and other less savory bits of trees can get you all sorts of exercise, especially if you have a small shop and need to set up and break down the power tools so that you can have access to the rest of the shop when you aren't using them.

Up until the past few weeks here has been the deal: 1 day of a few hours of work, 2 days of recovery.  Doesn't matter if the day is woodworking, shopping, or whatever, either.  On rare times I could string a couple of days together and then need additional down time to recover.  That was getting me to an even keel, but the boat still had water up to the gunwales and I was bailing as fast as I could.  Stamina was not returning but I at least could keep what I had.

About a month ago I talked with my neurologist who told me that there are some preliminary longitudinal studies that indicate that for diabetics in Japan and Germany (two populations with a major concern over the disorder by genetic causation) that the use of a CPAP helps to lower the HbA1c (a basal blood glucose reading that you strive to get to 7% as a diabetic) by a full 1%.  That is an eye-opener, to be sure.  A real eye-opener as a CPAP improves flow of air to the lungs while sleeping.  I had tried a CPAP before as there were indications of some marginal sleep problems, and they continue to be marginal and the neurologist doesn't know what to make of the actual readings as they aren't showing a disorder but something else going on... but that a CPAP might help that and the the cause to actually get one.

Done!

The prior CPAP device made my sleep worse, not better.

There have been improvements over the last 6-7 years, not grand ones but gradual ones, to the point where I can actually tolerate the device, more or less.

It will take some months of use to see what it does for that long term basal blood glucose reading.

A more immediate effect is to get lots of oxygen into my system at night and well distributed through my body.  I do wake up logy, no two ways about it: it is the sleep of someone who has worked themselves to exhaustion.  I knew what that felt like, back before 2004.  It is the sleep that when you wake up you just had no idea of how tired you actually were.  Apparently I need that sort of sleep.

From that sleep I now have better and larger amounts of physical energy and mental awareness longer into the day and even into the evening.  I can accomplish a lot more with the energy once I get the logy feeling out of the system.  Learning to hand plane maple that has just been skip planed is really hard work, let me tell you.  Yet I haven't been tempted to power tools (although I have a planing jig for a router) because it just feels good to be able to put some actual physical capacity into the work.  For a few hours at a stretch.  So now I can have sore muscles when I wake up!  This is a good thing.

The next step of the recovery is actually reversing not just the effects of one of my major conditions, but the thing, itself.  Those require an actual, functioning medical system in which trying to redistribute wealth and making everyone sicker in the name of 'health insurance' is not the goal.  That is an enemy to actual scientific advancement.  Strange that the most backward looking people are now on the political Left: they are starting to sound like the old fogies who just want to do things the same, tired old way that doesn't work well because that is all they know and will tell you about how righteous it is to do things the broken, tired, old way.  Yet the 21st century isn't going to wait for them to catch up, and no matter how much kicking, screaming, and theft under the guise of 'doing good' goes on, this century is set to steamroller the prior 3,000 years of advancement with changes that seemed impossible just a decade ago.  Be it the first formulation for a warp drive or getting to the bounds of computer capacity and then leapfrogging that with quantum computing or finding out that the ways to deal with disorders and diseases isn't to just ameliorate the effects but treat the damned things with some skill ('what does this drug actually do?' 'I dunno, it just works') and get the idea of practice out of the way or education that is self-performed via online systems of study that can't be categorized but can be tested as to skill, knowledge and capacity to utilize it... everything, and I do mean everything, that has been the foundation for the modern world is about to undergo a sea change that will make the Industrial Revolution seem like something for children.

Thus my goal is to survive the current bout of MegaStupidity via Centralized Insanity of Government and get to this new age of Individual Freedom and Liberty writ large.

As has been my threat: the more I recover, the less I will be posting.

I hate repeating myself and that is mostly what I would be doing to no good effect.

I need to recover so I can join this up and coming age of wonder.

The age of Back to Basics, DIY and reaching for the stars and getting off this damned starter home of a planet.

And I hope you will join me.

For we are better than the old 20th century has led us to think.

And governing is the problem, and government is not the solution.

01 December 2013

The play's the thing

Normally I don't do much in the way of examining plays, opera or the like, which is not to say that I haven't been to same and enjoyed them, but my ability to actually find a production that I might like and one that  I could physically attend are limited.  Generally my television watching has tended away from the norm and went to science fiction and some fantasy series, and since my troubles I've shifted from those to the so-called 'reality ' programs all of which center around small businesses.  My viewing habits have changed radically due to those programs and a subscription to Amazon Prime and owning a Roku box.  At some point I can see a massive paradigm shift in television programming where what you watch will be directly supported by you for programs that you want to see.  The concept of ala carte television, that is picking and choosing just channels you want and ditching the rest, is something that should have happened with the advent of cable television.  Unfortunately those local monopolies acted like monopolies and gave you 500 channels of which you maybe watch something from 3 or 4.  Today I have no idea how many channels are offered by the semi-competitive subscriber based system I'm on, probably a couple of thousand when you include HD channels, and out of all of those I watch stuff from maybe 5 or 6 channels.  More specifically I watch just a few series on those channels and ignore most everything else.  With Amazon Prime I can now find programs that are offered for no charge with the Prime subscription and that has meant finding presentations from television and films that I would normally not run across.  Needless to say about 98% of that is stuff I'm not interested in.  This is, of course, just a variation on Sturgeon's Law, and that is a handy thing to keep in mind when you approach any information, program, film, novel, short story... if you see a vast warehouse of material in front of you 90% of it is crud.

Of the non-crud based stuff I've run across is a set of specials from PBS, which I don't watch, looking at the historical roots of Shakespeare's plays.  Knowing a bit of history of England and being able to see what changes were made for the information to be presented as plays is fascinating.  So is the work by the actors who have just come off a particular play or are heading towards one, or who have a background in the works in part or in whole.  In particular looking at Richard II and Henry IV/Henry V was most interesting as there are so many different aspects of history that have a vital role to play in the background of that entire set of transitions between Kings.  For all the liberties taken by Shakespeare in presentation, what we get is a view of the history that was known in that period and can examine some of what was known then that may not be that interesting to the modern viewer of the works.  Yet it is not those works that are the most intriguing, but possibly the most famous play by Shakespeare which is Hamlet.

Knowing science fiction and fantasy and seeing the strong parallels drawn by authors on historical material and then presenting new material within a future or fantasy framework means that as a reader and viewer there are different ways to present material that may not be all that obvious to the average viewer.  With that said I have no strong background in all the historical productions of Shakespeare's works, so I may just be treading on an old idea, but it is new to me and a lot of fun to play with.  For me the main aspect of the play, that of the psychological development of Hamlet, is one that has been done so well, so many times, that it is hard to see how one could improve on it for an actor or director: what we have are flourishes, some modern interpretations, and a few changes in scenes that are modern in circumstance to fit what we know or think we know about human psychology.  The fantastical element of the play is limited to just those four appearances by the late King who is known in the play as 'Ghost'.

Here is one of the key elements that really struck me: the pact with the Ghost.  It is a simple one, actually, given what goes on in the play, and I'll take it from Act I, Scene V (and I'll use this copy from the Gutenberg Project):

Ghost.
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

Ham.
Murder!

Ghost.
Murder most foul, as in the best it is;
But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

Ham.
Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
May sweep to my revenge.

Ghost.
I find thee apt;
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf,
Wouldst thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear.
'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,
A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark
Is by a forged process of my death
Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth,
The serpent that did sting thy father's life
Now wears his crown.

A simple enough proposition, really, and it is the driving force behind the entire play.  Yet do consider that Hamlet has made a pact with his father's ghost, and the ghost has also told us just prior to this of its limitations:

Ghost.
I am thy father's spirit;
Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
And for the day confin'd to wastein fires
,
Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison-house
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Strange that he is forbidden to tell of his after-life prison while just having told us of essential information of it.  Still the logic holds that at night it may roam and during day it is confined to wasting fires.  So those are the basic rules of it and on that hinges a view of the play based on the soliloquies of Hamlet which are internal monologues spoken out loud so that the audience can know what a character is thinking.  Thus a retelling centered on the pact and the soliloquies becomes a vital part of a review of the play, itself.  By putting the center on the pact, and what is the normal outcomes of such pacts in other works, we can come to a different telling in which the Ghost may make its presence felt beyond just the four scenes.

As was mentioned in the episode there have been productions in which there is no actor playing the Ghost, presumably with someone out of sight giving the lines to which Hamlet responds.  The audience is then left to decide if Hamlet is going slowly insane or if he can just see the Ghost and the audience can't.  Either way it is an effective staging for the play and allows for a view of Hamlet the Prince that you don't get with the physical presence of the Ghost.  My thought was that the best way to stage the play was to take advantage of some of those soliloquies that seem to have an internal structure in which Hamlet is speaking and then answers himself.  Thus to properly set the stage for a modern production with the Ghost as absent is to have the actor playing Hamlet record the lines of the Ghost with a somewhat lower pitch to them, as his father is usually depicted as not a frail old man but a sturdy man in his middle age.

With that established in opening scenes the actor who is playing Hamlet the Prince can now utilize the voice of his father in those spoken internal monologues and even in some of the directly spoken dialogue.  In fact it is the latter when speaking with the Players in Act II, Scene II when speaking in the AEneas' tale to Dido:

  'The rugged Pyrrhus,—he whose sable arms,
   Black as his purpose, did the night resemble
   When he lay couched in the ominous horse,—
   Hath now this dread and black complexion smear'd
   With heraldry more dismal; head to foot
   Now is he total gules; horridly trick'd
   With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
   Bak'd and impasted with the parching streets,
   That lend a tyrannous and a damned light
   To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire,
   And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore,
   With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
   Old grandsire Priam seeks.'

That all done in the somewhat lower voice of his father which would be scene appropriate for Hamlet to speak in a voice of a character in a play.  It would be somewhat unnerving to Polonius, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, perhaps, but would they truly recognize the voice of the late King transfigured through Hamlet?

Then the soliloquy just after and I will use bold to indicate the shift in voice from Hamlet to his father:

Ham.
Ay, so, God b' wi' ye!
Now I am alone.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wan'd;
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing!
For Hecuba?
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her? What would he do,
Had he the motive and the cue for passion
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech;
Make mad the guilty, and appal the free;
Confound the ignorant, and amaze, indeed,
The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Yet I,
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,
And can say nothing; no, not for a king
Upon whose property and most dear life
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face?
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this, ha?
'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be
But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall
To make oppression bitter; or ere this
I should have fatted all the region kites
With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
O, vengeance!
Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,
Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words
And fall a-cursing like a very drab,
A scullion!
Fie upon't! foh!—About, my brain! I have heard
That guilty creatures, sitting at a play,
Have by the very cunning of the scene
Been struck so to the soul that presently
They have proclaim'd their malefactions;
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
With most miraculous organ,
I'll have these players
Play something like the murder of my father
Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks;
I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench,
I know my course. The spirit that I have seen
May be the devil: and the devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,—
As he is very potent with such spirits,—
Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds
More relative than this.—the play's the thing
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.

With Hamlet there is internal structure to his thoughts that are both question and response, and even he realizes that the thoughts in his own head now settle within him to begin the process of answering to him.  With his father now an active voice there is an active role for him in the play beyond mere Ghost as he speaks to his son within his own thoughts.  Indeed for what is Hamlet but the man who would be King if all had taken its natural course?  This is something that Claudius knows and fears, and takes active steps to counter in the play, itself.  Yet Hamlet's father existed in a court where there was intrigue and Hamlet is no stranger to it, but how does one deal with such intrigue when it is pointed at oneself and has already taken his skilled father?  It would not be surprising to hear Hamlet begin to grow into the role of not just a revenging son, not just a Prince revenging his King, but as the Prince who is heir to the throne of Denmark beginning to grow out of the shell of being the young Prince.  Yet this is not Henry IV, where the son has support from a somewhat errant older fellow, but a young man who is possessed of revenge and who has revenge possessing him.  Staged like this we not only get the tormented problems of Hamlet, but also his father being in the torment with him: being there with his son is to be in the wasting fires.

The Ghost has powers not granted to the living and has already warned Hamlet about certain things, the main one is not to confront his mother.  What the Ghost can see is a future for Hamlet and is trying to find that path which will lead to the fruition of the plan and save his son, both at the same time.  Yet he can not be the one to exact the actual revenge and must have his son do it for him.  This is torment to him, the warrior king reduced to spirit in torment that must have revenge upon his slayer by the only one who would do so.  Would he not exercise any of that to be with his son as much as able to try and help him through this deed which is a revenge murder, not something done in the heat of battle?  It is the necessity of being a King to have unpleasant tasks that must be done by the King and King alone, not one that you can hand off to an underling so sensitive is its nature.  His son steps into the den where knives aplenty are turned against him and where even small pieces of advice could mean the difference between success and failure if his son but has the wits and reason to listen to the inner responses to his inner questions.  In most normal 20th century staging this is something that Hamlet must grope towards, but in such a staging as this Hamlet is guided to be that one that will exact revenge not only for his father but with some help from him, as well.  Thus this requires that the scenes be played as true to original as possible, and to strip out the 20th century Freudian conception and to turn Hamlet into someone who will start the process of revenge in a cold and calculating manner.

And yet he gets the singular opportunity to end this all after the staged play with King Claudius in prayers.  Yet, in the witching hour at night, is the prime time for the Ghost and this is when the internal monologue allows this viewpoint to come forward:

Ham.
Now might I do it pat, now he is praying;
And now I'll do't;—and so he goes to heaven;
And so am I reveng'd.—that would be scann'd
:
A villain kills my father; and for that,
I, his sole son, do this same villain send
To heaven.
O, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
He took my father grossly, full of bread;
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;
And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?
But in our circumstance and course of thought,
'Tis heavy with him: and am I, then, reveng'd,
To take him in the purging of his soul,
When he is fit and season'd for his passage?
No.
Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent:
When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage;
Or in the incestuous pleasure of his bed;
At gaming, swearing; or about some act
That has no relish of salvation in't;—
Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven;
And that his soul may be as damn'd and black
As hell, whereto it goes
. My mother stays:
This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

This is the heart of the Ghost guidance staging: the one who points out that this is not success but grossest failure is Hamlet's father.  Revenge, you see, is a dish best served cold when one of treachery is not prepared to meet his maker but, instead, finds his death at the hands of his un-maker to bring justice to one who can place himself above normal justice.  And, really, are not these parts highlighted those of someone else speaking within Hamlet as part of the question and response that makes up Hamlet's thoughts?  Revenge can only served hot if it means justice in disposition, when there is reward to the one who has betrayed and wronged, then there is no justice at all.

At this point when Hamlet confronts his mother the idea of it happening in a space off the bedroom where personal business is transacted, letters written and talking with close friends done, one where he is coming into being as a person of revenge.  Instead of the heated bedroom romp that it was changed into during the 1920's, it becomes a focal point of coldness and Hamlet has gotten a bit too far in the role of avenging son.  A Queen has maidservants, ladies in waiting and others of the Chambers who would normally assist her and be there, but in the private Closet there is supposed to be no one who shouldn't be there.  Mind you in the heat of the moment he has forgotten his own father's warning about doing this: thus not only trying on the role of avenging son but the heat of lost opportunity drive him. 

Killing Polonius is, however, something that would be true to form for a Prince who is seeking privacy with his mother in the one place in a castle that should be private to them both.  Save for the King, of course.  For Hamlet this is not just the heat of missed opportunity but operational security and removing a listener who is a spy.  Actually that is relatively chilling and the King takes it that way as Hamlet wanted to be private with his mother and that meant no one else was to be there: not even him.  Still that gets a bit ahead of the story and what Hamlet does next, with his mother having to sit still on her chair, is listen to her son... with a corpse and, as we see later, the Ghost of Hamlet's father:

Queen.
What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy tongue
In noise so rude against me?

Ham.
Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue hypocrite; takes off the rose
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,
And sets a blister there; makes marriage-vows
As false as dicers' oaths: O, such a deed
As from the body of contraction plucks
The very soul, and sweet religion makes
A rhapsody of words: heaven's face doth glow;
Yea, this solidity and compound mass,
With tristful visage, as against the doom,
Is thought-sick at the act.

One can picture Hamlet ticking off on his fingers: an act that blurs, calls virtue hypocrite, takes the rose of innocent love and sets a blister there, makes false marriage vows, such a deed rips the soul from the body against all religion.  Point by point he tells his mother of the case against her.  This is not the stuff of running around a bedroom, but of a judge speaking a verdict and going through the particulars in a cold, matter of fact manner that chills one to their bones.

This makes the visitation when Hamlet is disobeying his father to see his mother to be all the more important, not less, as he utilizes the deep power of the witching hour to try and set Hamlet's course straight by a direct appearance:

Ham.
Do you not come your tardy son to chide,
That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by
The important acting of your dread command?
O, say!

Ghost.
Do not forget. This visitation
Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
But, look, amazement on thy mother sits:
O, step between her and her fighting soul,—
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works,—
Speak to her, Hamlet.

Of course this can be staged as all the prior visitations of the Ghost in this staging so that it is the recorded voice of the actor played off-stage.  The added bonus is that the one who has blunted the purpose is not Hamlet, directly, but Hamlet following the internal voice of his father.  It becomes a long list of particulars this accessory to regicide business, and Hamlet gets into it pretty deeply. But raging against the Queen is revenge and hatred somewhat misplaced as she did not do the dirty deed of killing King. 

This is why the Ghost warned Hamlet against such a meeting as it was sure to get emotional in some way, although not by the form we have come to expect in a modern staging of the play, to be sure, the confrontation is still there and extreme in its character.  The Ghost knew what it meant to kill in cold blood, it was a pretty nasty era to live in, after all, and you didn't get to the top without some large amount of bloodshed going along with it.  To do the necessary work Hamlet must now be pulled back from the brink of talking himself into killing his mother and, perhaps, starting a murderous rampage that would not properly get the King as he has too many guards.  That is the wisdom the Ghost brings in the play as it is, but in this sort of telling it becomes something quite other.

Throughout the rest of the play when there is an internal monologue or the time where Hamlet appears to reached a decision, the voice of his father would be used.  In time, as we no longer see the Ghost, the actor might, by the end, be speaking in his father's voice entirely and be the Prince prepared for the tasks of a King, even recognizing that if his own life is forfeit to the task, it must be done well or not at all.

This gives rise to a very subtle and yet potent variation of this staging, and one that plays into the heart of revenging the spirit of the dead.  It hinges on exactly what has gone on in all the regular presentations of the play in the form of the Ghost.  The Ghost is seen by others, or can be seen by others, but that is selective by the Ghost as witness in Act III, Scene V which up to the 20th century has traditionally taken place in the Queen's Closet which was a personal office.  Now if that is the case then the Ghost can also appear only to the audience and not to any of the other actors as a silent and on-stage  presence. 

That, in itself, would be a bit creepy.

What would be even more disturbing would be that at those points as I've previously outlined, instead of having the actor change his intonation of voice without his father present, would be for his father to lay a hand on his shoulder for each of those parts and for the actor to come to resolve in his own voice.  Here the guidance is direct and the audience is allowed to see the full activity of the Ghost throughout the entire play.  Castle Elsinore is the wasting fire and having to be there and during most times be unable to do much and only guide the thoughts of his son when there is opportunity would be further torment to him.  With such staging would come the actor playing Hamlet to have the voice of manhood as guided by his father, so that when conclusion comes to internal thoughts it is the learning of Hamlet of what to do in his position with so many hostile people around him.

It seems such an obvious way to stage the play that it must have been done before.  But this is not the pre-Freudian nor post-Freudian way of doing it, of course, and staged like this it would have a deep impact on any audience of any era.  Once the mother fascination is removed and Hamlet becomes dedicated to the deed of revenge, he is no longer that young man who is seeking to get himself up to the task, but one who has help to work through these questions as they are ones which not only plagued that era but all eras.  Which is why I'm sure that this is not new to me as it could have been done at any time since the first staging of the play.

Hamlet as the instrument of revenge is not done by a relatively unsettled spirit, but by one who has compassion and wisdom of experience: he was a King, after all, and the ways of being a King did not leave him.  He truly does want his son to succeed not just in the deed, but as a man and to take the throne as the rightful Heir.  His son needs seasoning, however, beyond just warfare and going after bandits and such, but to deal with the intrigue of the Court when it is running cold and villainous.  The Ghost was the man who failed at that, and he can see the many paths his son might take that lead to ruin of him as a kinslayer and Kingslayer will have few compunctions about removing the rest of the prior royal line.  While Hamlet is 'of age' and a true young man, he doesn't have that necessary depth of understanding to deal with all aspects of intrigue within the Palace walls.  He has experienced it, yes, but when a child largely protected from it and as a young man kept from it in many ways, but poor Yorick needs to be kept buried and Hamlet to deal with life and death, both after having his father slain.  And yet in the famous soliloquy there is this:

...

But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,

...

But that is not the case with Hamlet, now, is it?

01 October 2013

Sub-pack for field target pistol

Part of going through inventory and cleaning out old junk, mostly boxes that had a single small item in it or things that should be consolidated like my cord and nylon web pieces, was moving stuff for camping/emergency use to a more prominent place.  I mean after cleaning out shelf space something has to go there to keep more small boxes from migrating to it, right?  And when I found my sub-pack for field use of a target pistol, my lady suggested that others might like to see what I used and possibly get an idea from it.

I have no idea if anyone else uses this stuff in this way, and didn't look, either.  This just seemed blindingly obvious to me when I was getting equipment that I never much fastened onto it as a topic.  Yet having the ability to do a basic bit of field cleaning to a pistol is something that I've seen incorporated into a number of older holsters, stuff like some Lugers, Browning 1910/22 police rigs, and similar.  There isn't much room devoted to that sort of thing and, after the pistol and a couple of magazines, you quickly run out of space in the holster and you really don't want a small bag of cleaning swabs or bottle of oil to go flying out when you take your pistol from the holster.  But the cleaning rod can be incorporated into them, so that is always with the firearm so you can always do some expedient cleaning with whatever is at hand.  Most of the other stuff can migrate to a small pouch.

That was what I had in mind, just something that would allow for a bit more kit with the kit, so to speak.  No one makes that sort of thing, at least at first glance... second and third glance as well... and that means adapting something else to fit the need.  There are tons of pouches out there, but you usually end up with something thin and rectangular and your grip riding out of it, or larger and square that requires modification to keep the pistol secure.  Neither is optimal, really, and only when going through a milsurp site did I actually see something that would work.

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As the tag shows:

CARRYING CASE, AN/PRC-148(V)(C)

23386 ASSY 1600495-1

MADE IN USA

Basically comms equipment carrying case.  Nicely made, too!  Belt/ALICE type, but you can change it over to MOLLE with adapters.

Now how does it get used when you don't have the comms equipment?

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Pop the top and you get to see a lot of stuff it can hold.  That top is secured via four slide buckles, all nice and snug, as well as adjustable.

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In the front compartment goes a cased pull through, 4 magazines (you could probably get six in there), and a short 50 box and longer 100 box of ammo.

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That is a decent amount of storage when you come right down to it.  What did have to be done is an internal divider had its stitching undone and removed so that grip could slide into the case.

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Like that.  Spare manual slid into the now open area at the top of the case.  There is also a place where you can store small 2oz. or squat 4oz. bottles.  Mine had walked over to my cleaning equipment area and need to walk back to the case.

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Also a great place to store patches, swabs, brush heads... any of those nice things from home that you just never know if you are going to need in the field that is compact is perfect for that.

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And that is your sizing reference, if the magazines didn't do it for you.  A 6 7/8" Bull Barrel Ruger Mk III.  And as you saw in prior pics, the gun sock fits well in there and keeps things from rattling around.  It can be improved upon, yes, but for... I think that was a $25 carrying case... its been a few years... you can't go too far wrong.

A perfect piece to go on a 2" belt with a MOLLE thigh platform previously pictured.  Not an EDC pack, to be sure, but something that has everything you need for a short excursion that might run into a couple of days. With zip lock bags you could easily waterproof this stuff and yet still have it readily available in the field.

Like I said this seemed blindingly obvious to me at the time.

Now back to getting the router table finished.  Losing a month in the summer due to upper respiratory tract infection and stomach flu have made catching up a top priority so I can get the finish on before the cold weather arrives.

28 January 2013

Shop time and other frivolities

Now what have I been doing in my spare time, such as it is?

First is my lady needing a new bed which would be one of those 'Numbers' type, which is a large air mattress (with all sorts of add-ons and internal components) mounted in a frame of sturdy foam and then having an air pressure measuring system with electric pump.  It replaced the old bed (a Sealy Posturepedic from a decade ago if not more) which also had the removal of a set of under-bed drawers get hauled away, as well.  Thus the new bed is lower than the old one.

That was in NOV 2012.

My experiences with waterbeds were that I can't sleep well in them and they leave me feeling less well rested and with additional aches and pains that I don't need.  I cannot adapt to them.  The 'Numbers' bed is also something I cannot adapt to, apparently, and it left me with no added reserves of energy from sleep even while I was sleeping longer.  I do not like a combination in which I sleep longer and less well.  I gave it a fair try (which is beyond the 'we will take it back if you don't like it' 30 day period) and by the beginning of JAN 2013 it was obvious I was in bad straights.  I had gone up and down the 'Numbers' scale, fully inflated and went down, fully deflated and went to fully inflated and down, changed up numbers and did everything I could think of.

Of the major problems with the bed, one of them is the actual height for it in the room.  I am closest to the window and dropping down 15" above the floor left me with cold air from the windows at just about that level.  That did not help matters, I'm sure.

I also gained aches and pains in my back and legs even at the highest levels.  I do note that at 100% it felt as if I was going to fall off the bed (yes it is level) which meant I could not actually sleep at full inflation level.  I gave at least 3 days at everything from 35 to 85 a try, with that 35 having me bump into the bottom of the bed support when I got into bed.  Like when I was on Provigil my sleep was just barely getting me through the next day.

Thus a few weeks ago it was decided to put one of the small rooms into use for me with its old bed (it was an XL Twin) and it was not comfortable but I was far better off on it than on the 'Numbers' bed and actually recovered energy starting on the first night.  Problems with the bed included lumpiness, springs that were half-dead and otherwise not being up to long-term use... so that meant getting a new bed for that room... and for this it was scoping out what was probable online, first, going to a Sleep Mattress Warehouse store to try a few different types (memory foam was a definite 'no' and, in fact, any bed with a foam pad or topping greater than 1" was ruled out) and then on to Sears which actually carried the line I was looking at which was a  Sealy Posturepedic with the titanium springs in it.  There was competition and there were about 3 beds from all manufacturers that I could live with, but for the firmness of the final selection it was a no-brainer.  I've had that for a couple of weeks and I'm regaining energy slowly, losing the aches and pains and now only get disturbed by some residential traffic noises.

This episode really did a number on my energy levels, but they are, finally, returning.

Which has meant getting to work back in the shop...

First up was a small cabinet for utilitarian use that I had most of the pieces cut, but hadn't had time to actually finish.  I went with whatever screws and bolts I had on hand, put on a single layer of shellac and finished that.  It had been eating up what little energy I had for the past couple of months and getting that off the table meant a lot to me:

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Not much to look at, I'll give you that, but sturdy and with felt lined drawers.  I will probably put something on the edges of the drawers to make them look nice, but that is only if it bothers me while in use. If not it will continue on as-is.

I was glad to get that bit out of the way!

I've also been getting the bits and pieces together to put a DC power pass-through to my deck so the solar panels can be connected full-time.  I now have all the parts for that, made the internal and external box and am waiting for a good day that is dry to finally get that going.

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On the left is the big box of parts, wiring, tools, connector parts and also buried in there is a NEMA-4 box to mount on the exterior.  On the right is a close-up of two old work boxes that will have the specialized connectors for the power systems on the interior of the house.  On the right of that picture is an Anderson Powerpole arrangement for the solo-panel unit I have, and for that you actually can get some panel and other specialized parts as the HAM radio community uses them as well as many in the RV community.  The wallplate is made for RV homes and it fits a 4 piece Powerpole connector gang mounted in a housing made by Anderson for the purposes.

The Anderson SB-50 connectors for my SUNRNR panels, however, that is another story and they are on the left as two red pieces on a wallplate.  It is perfectly valid to say that Anderson makes patch panel pieces for mounting not just their SB-50 but the Powerpoles in the 15/30/45 range of things.  Yes, you can say that.  It is also possible to say that for the Powerpoles in the 15/30/45 group (the 4 piece one) is that they are not only widely available, but to spec.  For the SB-50 connector housings, it is correct to say that while Anderson shows a groove in the housing for a their panel mount pieces, that their current manufacturing run of them does not contain that groove. 

It can further be stated that if you need an actual mount that fits an SB-50 housing in one piece and you can't find the specs to the recharging system of a golf cart using same, that your best bet is either the UK or Australia for such parts.  While the SB-50 is utilized for winches and some other equipment in the US, I looked high and low for patch panel mounts for same and came up empty.  For the Powerpole 15/30/45 range a wallplate is not sufficient or even pretty good for a  patch panel to go into an external wall box.  Luckily due to the housing to go to the wallplate you can cut up some sheet metal and make your own.  Finally, unless you want to make a circuit board for DIY purposes for a patch panel, you will find that plug'n'play pieces for Anderson SB-50 connectors are not made... they do make ones pre-mounted to circuit boards, however, for those needing to lug batteries around and needing a power connector to the box they are lugging them in.

To make the dual SB-50 wallplate I just used a media wallplate that had two larger sized connectors and nibbled it out and used a UK purchased mount to attach them to the wallplate.  For the external box I utilized a piece of angle aluminum for that purpose and used the sheet metal cut-out for the PP-30 gang to give it some final stiffening.  Now with an SDS drill, a 1.125" bit, some flexible conduit, glands and a few other odds and ends including silicone sealant and di-electric grease, I'm just waiting for a nice day to get things going.  I am semi-looking forward to the day I can open up some of the sheetrock and see just what the actual distance is between the exterior brick and the interior sheetrock.  I'm guessing it is between 1.25" and 3.75", but I could be wrong.  It is hard to guesstimate these things without actually seeing what the construction work looks like.

What I can work on in the interim is the router table!

With the drawer cabinet out of the way, that meant I could do some more on Phase 1 of the router table, which included putting up a simple rear brace arrangement for when I have to get plywood up on it.  Plus I could put the back panel on the forward part of the table and rough-fit some interior panels and the first of the electrical boxes.

At that point I could do little else to it on the workbench and still be able to lift it off and down to the floor, thus I had to take it off the workbench, clear the old router table and the table it sat on off, transfer the router top, find places for other stuff on the table and then put the shop vac from Ridgid onto the rear of the table (which will be its final home).

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Ta and Da!

That wooden piece now semi-buried is the router table carcass, with a bench grinder sitting on the table top with a blue towel over it.  That needs a real stand, but is a bit farther down on the list of 'what comes next'.

On the left the board sitting on the rear of the router table is a piece of Padauk which will serve as trim pieces for the table.  Leaning against the workbench are the plywood parts for the top and sides, and there are additional pieces to cut for the front and rear.  This means cutting up some large pieces of 3/4" plywood and to do that I have one of those Rockler straight edge guide system things to replace some of my older methods for doing such tasks which just haven't been all that satisfying.  Short of having a panel saw (really, there is no space for it) or a real long surface for the contractor saw (again, space) that means putting the pieces up on saw horses, putting a straight edge cutting system on it and knocking them down to size.  With that I can also more accurately do the cut-out for the router table top surface, which is a big plus.

One of the things I realized after checking to measure that the steel table surface is at the same height as the work bench, is that I now have a long surface for feeding material into the router table!  It can actually help make its own parts... at least for some of the joinery, the sawing and such is another matter.

On the workbench are the tools that still need to be put away and those out to get the plate for the Rockler system put together.  I'm not fond of acrylic for its somewhat brittle nature and may look to get a replacement in UHMW or PVC.  Once you have the system, then making new glide plates is a simple matter of 1/4" plastic sheet stock cut and drilled to size.  I'll be utilizing an old HF power saw for the cutting as it had a few defects in it that don't stop it from turning the blade but have been a PITA, overall.  The store did promise to send a replacement for the original faulty saw retaining screw, but that never showed up and I needed a higher power saw for other things... thus a Skil saw was added to the line-up.  For the old HF I can sacrifice its bottom plate, secure it to the plastic and turn that into my ersatz distance cutting saw until it gives out.  I do like that the Rockler system basically self-packs as a unit without the glide plate, it shows a bit of forethought in the design of the thing.

Also needing to be done with the router table is get the power system laid out, the dust collection system laid out and then pre-prep panels for them during install.  Once the side panels are on and a test fit of the top has been accomplished and looks good, then the rear frame disappears as the panels to the front and rear get attached.  Padauk will go in the corners and over the sides as onlay to hide the edges of the plywood.  The underside has been finished with a single coating of Tung oil (1:4 with solvent) some time ago, and it doesn't need to look pretty.  Birch ply for the sides, front, rear and top isn't the best of all possible looking plywood, but staining that stuff would have to wait until good weather for about a week... actually even an oil finish will have to wait for that.  I would also like to extend the sides of the top out by an inch or so... perhaps tongue and groove some Padauk on, that is mostly for cosmetic purposes, although some light clamping would be nice, as well.  I guess I could cut up the whole top and start putting a parquet together for it out of ply, Padauk and white wood or whatever else I can scare up in square quantities so as to get just a slightly larger top.  A lot of work for a little extra help here and there just might not be worth it...

Other than that an Every Day Carry knife I had been trying out from MTech came apart in my hands after only a few weeks of being EDC clipped to my pocket.  I knew there would be problems with the pivot screw to the folder knife needing tightening every couple of days.  I didn't expect two of the spacer screws to work out along with the pivot screw, however.  Luckily the screws got stuck in pocket lint!  I disassembled the entire thing, saw that it was decent on a per-part basis, just not put together well, did a basic 'get the crud off' cleaning and then re-assembled it.  Using Locktite 262 which is what I use for rimfire sights and such.  After a week and some of EDC there is no movement of the screws, it folds a bit stiffly but that is fine, and looks to be good for the long-term.  It isn't a great knife, all told, but its sharp and has a good heft to it, which is really nice for cutting into boxes.  Just one of those little surprises I could do without in life.

Working on some fiction as well...

I find that I can work a story up to a certain point and let it flow and then I'm forcing it.  At that point I must stop and work on something else, usually another story, and let that one flow.  When a story is flowing, it writes itself.  When I'm having to force it, things just don't feel as good for the writing part... although for filler scenes, its fine... filler scenes are those that are necessary to backfill a bit of plot or storyline that I decided to pass over to keep the main thread running smoothly.  There are tons of places I can backfill other storylines and thought threads in a story, and I sometimes wonder just why the scenes I write are the ones that seem like a good fit to the story.  No idea, on that... I'm writing for myself, not for an audience or money... and I actually do enjoy re-reading them although I'm always correcting spelling or phrases or the little things that just need to be fixed (like having two of a word in a row... happens when I jog off a thought and back on it and try to pick up again).  If its not flowing, don't force it and write something that does flow.

Yup that means less 'real' blogging and more junk like this.

Thems the breaks.

Now I just need to get well enough to get to the range.

02 January 2013

These aren't secrets, or so I thought

When discussing things with my mother and her worries about molecular brain plasticity for the elderly, she put forward her worries about same and what to do and so forth and so on.

I am no fount of wisdom, I'll say that right up front.  If you want wisdom there are tons of peddlers for it.

Instead of wisdom I put forward to her the proposition that for one to have brain plasticity it is of little good unless one is doing something with the poor organ of thought in the first place.  A plastic lump achieves no good ends, especially if left to its own devices as gravity will work its ways with it.  Plasticity is something found at the limits of cognition for the individual, save in the cases of advanced decay or disease or disorder or such like.  If your brain is coming out of your ears it is way too plastic to do you any good, and if it is decayed by these other things then staving them off is your best next option.  So without those in play comes the next bit, the hard part of life: actually using one's grey matter for something so as to keep that baby plastic in the first place.  If you don't got that, then worrying about its future state isn't going to do you much good at all.

Thus I changed course and pointed out that she had been a pianist in her younger years and that activity, that reading of music and translating it through your visual cortex into finger movements which got one tones from an instrument, was a good route to go.  I pointed out to her that in my younger years I had been known as a voracious reader and that I apparently was out-reading everyone in my class, amongst my teachers, and possibly in the entire school.  Sure a lot of it was SF and fantasy, horror and other trivialities, but that most SF was modeled on historical events, social conditions and that actually reading up on the history, itself, became a mandatory object to understanding the future-set story.  Thus history, biography, science texts... all grist for the mill so to speak.  Reading, for me, was an enjoyable activity and I liked doing it.  In fact I started doing something early on to help get more read and I related this to her.

I taught myself to walk and read.  Which is to say be upright, walking, mobile and read at the same time.  Like walking and chewing gum, but with no mastication involved but with much attention diverted to subject matter of interest.  This is called in the modern parlance: multi-tasking.

Multi-tasking means you are doing two tasks simultaneously and neither of them well.

Thus reading and walking is an extremely hazardous proposition, but a bit less so than running with scissors.

You must train yourself to do this and the way I started... what at age 8 or 9?... somewhere around there... was simply at home.  Learn to avoid the sofa, tables, chairs, and start in with peripheral awareness to mobile obstacles like other people or the cat.  You do not walk quickly doing this, nor read quickly, and your full concentration is now not just on reading or walking but what is known in the military parlance as: situational awareness (SA).  At best your walking speed is not so hot an nowhere near enough to get a workout: as a workout it sucks.  Your reading and comprehension rate are about 1/10th what you normally expect: that sucks.  Your SA is much, much better than it ever has been before you did that: it has climbed by 20% given a rough stick waving towards that.  That is actually pretty good, come to think of it.  Your SA starts to steady out along the way but the peripheral perception improves by leaps and bounds, to the point where, years and years later when I learned to drive, I could notice that idiot skidding out of the side across multiple lanes of traffic and about ready to deliver his engine into the driver's side door of my car with me in the way.  That sudden, sharp shift of my vehicle over the curb (sorry, there went the strut) saved my life.  It was due to vastly improved SA.  Things like that have happened a few times in my life.  Improved SA is not to be ignored, really, but generally is.

Now, where was I?

Ah, walking and reading!  After a period of time, and that I expect would vary from person to person but all I have is personal experience to go on, your confidence increases, your walking rate... increases some you are in a home with set dimensions, after all... but your reading rate and comprehension rate also goes up.  That can take a few weeks.  You can also learn to do other things while standing around and reading, like stirring a pot of boiling pasta on a stove, that is perfect as it requires not much attention and you get physical feedback via your hand.  I don't recommend doing dishes and reading, however.  Nor utilizing stairs, those suckers are deadly and require full attention.

If you are worried about brain plasticity, reading and doing some other relatively safe routine while doing so, although neither of them well, is a way to keep the old grey matter in use.  Balance, locomotion, feedback, peripheral vision, SA and reading material all are a bonus in this.

Having grown up in an area where bad weather constitutes that season from anywhere from late OCT to early MAY means that there was limited opportunity to expand the capability, but expand it I did.  I walked to school and, during times of half-way decent weather, I could walk and read while spending time training myself to be aware of the great outdoors that I was not interacting with but wanted to make sure it didn't interact with me.  Sidewalks and, later, boulevards became walking venues and the sight of me reading in the early morning walk to school, about a mile, and stopping at the corner, looking up from the book and looking both ways to cross the street would have been something a bit out of the ordinary, I expect.  The sidewalks were mostly level, but not fully.  People parked their cars in their driveway where it intersected the sidewalk on an intermittent basis.  Trash cans were a twice weekly feature.  People.  Cats.  Dogs.  That green fuzzy creature from Alpha Centauri... you know, the usual stuff to avoid.  Again, slow and measured and I allowed extra time to get to school for the first few weeks until I found myself at school with time to do the homework from last night.  Which meant less to carry.  Which meant a faster walking rate.  Almost like it was a plan or something!  And when I found I could do most homework in a few minutes of dead time at the end of one class or before the beginning of another.... really, most of that stuff is easy to do.

Derived efficiency increased as I prioritized dull or pointless tasks from the 'I hate this and will procrastinate on it' category to the 'get it out of the way IMMEDIATELY to get time back in life' category.  Mind you I did learn to creatively procrastinate for mind-numbing tasks and some of the 'homework' I put into the category of 'abuse' and didn't do and yet did well in the tests and such. 

Don't try that sort of stuff unless you have a retentive memory and good compositional skills.

Don't kid yourself that you have them, either, unless you can demonstrate them.

It may seem like an amazing and simple idea to prioritize stuff you don't like to the top of the task heap but it leads to all sorts of long-term changes in how you approach those tasks.  I consider those to be 'mono-tasks': those that require one and only one mind numbingly dull thing to be done that must be done that you don't like.  What happens when the repetitive and dull mono-tasks go to the top of your heap?  You figure out how to do them quickly and efficiently: you prepare for them.  All of school I categorized like that, in case you hadn't guessed by now.  From Kindergarten to my last year in University, all save for a few classes and instructors that were great, the rest went into the 'mono-task' heap that ate up time.  Yes I would read through the course work in, say, English the first week.  Why not?  No, really, why not?  Do you think you will learn more going chapter-by-chapter than by going by the flow of the sometimes supposed story?  I can think of only a few cases where the reading was so dense, so compact, so hard to get through that I needed to slow down to about half my normal reading speed to get the last 20% of my comprehension in play... Moby Dick comes to mind.  Chaucer's Canterbury Tales in Middle English is another.  Hmmm... can't include Dune...or unabridged Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire... nor Way of the Pilgrim... those were 'pleasure reading'.  I probably would have gotten to Canterbury Tales at some point, but not in Middle English, that was one of the few real treats of University.  Even if you don't like to read what is the rule for those mono-tasks you don't like: prioritize them to the top and get them done and out of the way.

Self-inflicted efficiency is the best kind and makes for life altering habits.

Outside of work that sort of thing makes sure you get presents for other people the moment you see them.  That was before online shopping, of course, you would go broke doing that now.  Oil change?  Early morning, the first open time slot in the schedule.  Ditto car inspection.  Any bill that comes in that needs to be paid goes out the next day.  Pay off all bills in full and only go into hock for the big things in life: worrying about interest (or even worse not worrying about it) will destroy your life.

At work the dull tasks you get handed go to the top of the list... and finished as fast as humanly possible no matter when it is due.  I didn't hang around the water cooler or its equivalent.  I didn't go out for lunch but ate it at my desk.  Tasks got compressed.  I enjoyed technical reading (computers, lithography, color space, networks, all sorts of fun stuff) got put AFTER doing the mono-tasks.  Stuff due weeks down the road, unless they had some other time-dependent part to them, got done as fast as possible.  I had no inbox, nor outbox.

The secret was that I applied the exact, same efficiency principles I had taught myself at school to work.  To my entire life.  That does not mean that you can achieve equivalent results but the principle is an important one, I think, of first finding something pleasurable that you like to do and realizing that to get more worry-free time to do it, you must get rid of the worry creating things.  I didn't worry about things and still don't.  Those things that would create worry get done as fast as humanly possible: done and out of the way.  Without the things to create worry you then fill your time with other things that do not create worry.  That doesn't mean bad things won't happen to you.  What it does mean is that you won't worry yourself into them and you are better prepared to deal with them if and when they happen.

That list of stuff that happen to be problems in my physical and mental condition?

I deal with them.  I do all that is possible to make sure they are addressed, ameliorated, side-lined, treated, and otherwise put out of the worry-picture.  That means I increase my SA to address secondary issues with them as they are purely physical and mental things that have their own signs and signals to them.  I don't worry about them. 

Why bother?  Worry is a waste of energy and time in which I can be having a life, such as it is these days.

If you look back on my articles on history, sewing, woodworking, firearms, disaster prep... all of that stuff... realize that I am not operating at any high rate of capability, at least compared to where I was in my life up to 2004.  So?  I don't worry about it, I don't moan about my situation.  I am exploring my interests, my capabilities, recovering what I can and what I can't I don't worry about: there is far too much good in life to spend it in worry.  Having worries does not mean I have active worry: acknowledging that there are things that can go wrong does not mean I obsess about them.  Quiet the contrary they are dealt with and then I go on learning about what it is that I do have left.

How does one order their life like this?

Consciously.  It can't be done by osmosis.

I've never needed a 'self-help book' but I do have books that teach me how to help myself be it from casting aluminum or building a workbench or reading de Vattel to learn about what the structure of Nations actually is and how it comes about.  There is a gulf of difference between 'self-help' books and books that expect you to help yourself.  I make errors, I make mistakes, I don't always get it right... the FIRST TIME.  The second time I do a bit better.  The third time its almost as if I know what I'm doing.  I've been an expert in a large government agency... no, that isn't right because it was acknowledged I had multiple areas of expertise, but I am not an editor, I do not have a parasite living with me, I'm not royalty and I am certainly not divine so being 'experts' just doesn't do it.  What did that take?  Learning, teaching myself, using prior skills and bonusing off them, and prioritizing tasks... and I didn't give a damn if I was an expert or not, it was necessary to do the damn job.  I actively did not want the credit, either. 

I can't eat credit like that. 

It does my soul no good at all. 

Seeing other people learning from what I've done and being able to lead a better life because of it... that allows me to know I've had some value to others in this life and it is worth more than all the gold in the world. 

And I still can't eat it but it is a good feeling that lasts beyond all others.

These things are not secrets to leading a good life.

They just seemed blatantly obvious to me.