Dreams

I had a dream that I could see Mount Saint Helens from a public park here in Seattle. The mountain was steaming as it has been but also burping up rocks and ash, which you could see flying into the air and dropping down the sides of the mountain. Oddly, the mountain was visible through a break in a mountain range. More mountains appeared behind the volcano, in contrast to the volcano as it appears in real life.

The park itself was on a gentle slope, and seemed to be based on some of the pocket-sized parks built on scraps of land I’ve seen in cities like Boston and London. It was a traffic island type, an oddly shaped sliver of land defined by two converging streets. The surface of the park was contained and defined by a roughly built terrace of yellowish, flinty granite. On reflection the stonework appears to have been drawn from the now-shuttered ranger station at Mount Baker we visited this summer.

At the narrow tip of the park, the statue of George M. Cohan that resides in New York’s Times Square looked out over the shallow Seattle valley.

Thrift

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Yesterday we went thrifting. This place, J. T.’s Attic, is up on Greenwood near 85th. It’s only open on Saturdays from 1 to 5. It’s a real mixed bag, and the store suffers from that overstuffed, cluttery feel that some secondhand shops can fall prey to. It’s easy to get snagged on something and wind up pulling a lamp off the shelf. While such places are hazardous and hard to take in, they are also my favorite kind of secondhand shop, because the noise of the clutter means things get overlooked, and suprises can be found.

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This Cue Cat, marked as a “computer mouse,” is five dollars. It was the only dot-com excess item I noted. It looks like that’s about right, going by eBay.

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This old Singer, in nearly-new mechanical and cosmetic condition (you should see the finish), hideaway sewing table included, was fifty bucks. Needless to say, we now have a new sewing machine. The table’s finish is extremely rough, but other wise it’s in great shape. It looks as though the machine and table were folded up and stored somewhere dry but prone to chemical spills for fifty years. We’ll need to get the cord on the machine replaced, though, as it is pretty chewed up. The actual machine itself runs like it was serviced yesterday, though. I haven’t researched the serial number of the machine to see when it was made, though.

I’m pretty sure it’s a Model 15. Here’s the manual as a PDF (!).

Snap

Arguments for and against Armageddon, one of an infinite series.

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Heated political discussion on the shores of Green Lake. Evidence in favor of a healthy democracy. Argument against!

Topic of the argument: war in the Middle East involving Americans, Israelis, and Arabs. Argument for!

Verdict: A draw.

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An in-store display of orange, green, and purple pumpkin-shaped trick-or-treat lootbags. Argument for!

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“Anarchy in the Pre-K” baby tee shirt in window of hipster children’s store. Argument for!

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A battery-powered inflatable fat-suit sumo costume, $22.00, batteries not included. Argument for!

Final verdict: We are so doomed.

How to steal a Zeppelin

This is the final installment of Blimp Week II, folks, and I’m playing a couple of requests. Soon-to-be parasite on society Paul Frankenstein (he’s famous, you know) IMs, suggesting the title above. Ergo:

1. Go to Google Image search.

2. Enter the word “zeppelin” and hit the submit button.

3. Steal as many zeppelins as you’d like.

Thank you! I’ve been here all week!

Seriously, I looked for as many variations on this as I could, and I got bupkis. I did find an online steampunk tale, Queen Victoria and the Zeppelin Pirates, and brief references to a stop-motion film by one Karel Zerman called The Stolen Airship, but as far as I can tell, no factual incident of airship theft has been recorded, an astounding wrinkle in the gasbag.

Despite this, the early history of airships is rife with attempts to reverse engineer the technology or to obtain it by force of arms (there was a war on, after all). I’ve never encountered a detailed discussion of wartime espionage, but the themes play a big role in the ho-hum 1971 film Zeppelin, starring Michael York and Elke Sommer. York is a British spy sent to his duty in Freidrichshafen, where things get out of hand. I can’t recall if he attempts to steal the airship but we can safely state that it came up during script development and thus I rule it in bounds.

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The creators went to great extents to make the ship convincing on screen, and as far as I could tell when I stumbled into it on the tube late one night, the interior control-deck seen in the film is quite accurate. Alas, the mediocrity of the film is apparently so great that even on the internet, no hard-core of obsessed admirers has surfaced to liberally sprinkle the darkweb with illict screen captures and grainy Quicktime video. At least there is some sort of collector’s market.

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At the other end of the spectrum from technicolor films I’ve seen by directors I’ve never heard of, Dirigible was made in 1931 in black-and-white and directed by Frank Capra. I’ve never seen it, but it has a much cooler poster than that seventies monstrosity, I’m sure you’ll agree. It’s my understanding that the film also features the USS Los Angeles in her only starring role.

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As usual, John Dziadecki has done the legwork on the topic of airships in film generally. His list is really the best collection of information on the subject I have seen on the net.

Mr. Frankenstein also sought information on the scene in Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow in which the Hindenburg III is moored to the airship mast of the Empire State Building, and the passengers debark via a rickety nose-mounted gangway, high above the city. He wanted to know if the mast had ever actually been employed to moor an airship, and if so, if the depiction was accurate.

I had a hard time sourcing the details, but I know the answers off the top of my head, so here’s my un-researched skinny. The mast was added in the throes of a height race with the builders of the Chrysler Building, and its’ primary purpose is to add footage to the obelisk. The decision to design and promote the tower as an airship mast was largely driven by the desire for publicity. Shortly after the building was completed, of course, the airship era was brought to an abrupt and explosive close. However, even if the Hindenburg had not exploded, it’s unlikely that the Empire State’s mast would ever have been used.

At the time that the mast was conceived, there were two kinds of masts in common use on airship bases around the world. One, a mast low enough to the ground to allow the base of the ship to touch the ground and to allow people to board and debark directly, was less employed than another. The other, the high mast, is the approach which the Empire State’s mast emulates.

The high mast was, as the name implies, much taller. The moored airship’s crew would indeed primarily enter and leave via a nose-mounted gangway. If I understand the details, mooring a ship to the high mast was easier, faster, and required less crew, and therefore only if it was absolutely needed did a ship moor to the low mast. However, around 1920 (I think), a series of accidents occurred which led to the abandonment of the high mast generally, well before the Empire State building was completed.

The essential problem is that an airship is a great sail in the wind, and when the ships were tethered to the masts, wind could cause breakaways which severely damaged the craft and often occurred with only a skeleton crew aboard. The vessels were symbols of national pride and terribly expensive, and so it was rapidly learned not to expose them to the risks of the open air while moored.

So, amusingly, the most improbable aspect of the Hindenburg III sequence in Sky Captain – the absurd, apparent risk inherent in walking a plank while a quarter mile in the air – is also its’ most and least realistic element, simultaneously. It’s an enigma, a chinese puzzle box of the cinema, I tells ya!

I think we can fairly argue that the failure of humans to practice the second-oldest profession with regard to lighter-than-air aviation is also a mystery, and since this is a wrap up I can use that to transition into a couple of interesting anecdotes. Solidy in the realm of documented mystery along the lines of the Marie Celeste, the mystery of The Ghost Blimp generates a new story every few years. I believe the image below, of the pilotless vessel’s crash landing, originally ran with the linked story in print.

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Well, if that doesn’t satisfy your appetite for fearful phenomena, may I suggest a careful, late-night perusal of The Mystery Airship of 1897, in which a rash of Victorian airship sightings in the midwest appear to presage our own darling UFOs and flying saucers. Triangulating airships and the UFO subspecies of delta-shaped craft brings us to the intriguing backyard engineering group JP Aerospace, whose mission is to develop a high-altitude lighter-than-air craft as a launch platform for spacecraft, or as they put it, “ATO – airship to orbit.” Widely reported this summer to be preparing a test flight of a 172-foot V-shapped craft, the Ascender, I found no meaningful follow-up and surmise the flight did not take place this year.

And so Blimp Week II sails into the enveloping fog of the internet, her graceful lines gradually losing definition in the digital mists as she succumbs to bit rot. Thanks for sailing!

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I regret that the source of this image is forgotten, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s the R101 and that it came from the Airship Heritage Trust site.

Woah

For some reason I had occasion to closely examine the hardware specs on my new Powerbook. It’s a new-reconditioned machine from Apple, and I had thought that I was getting something like a 15% discount on the configuration with one important bell and whistle, the DVD-burning superdrive.

To my shock, it became apparent to me that the machine is the default high-end configuration on the model that I purchased, and includes multiple items not specified on my original order. What can I say but “thanks, Apple!”

Tagalog billboard and wifi

Wifimaps.com informs me that there are no known free hotspots within walking distance of where I work. Sadly, the map renders aren’t bookmarkable, but there are some static maps available.

Walking to work from the bus stop this mnorning I noticed an unspectacular beer ad, for Michelob, featuring a man and woman cuddling, kind of, on a couch. The ad read “Ang lasang malakas ang dating,” under the photo. That’s Tagalog, a Filipino language. I can’t recall ever having seen any Tagalog display ads in Seattle before. I wonder if there’s a big Filipino employer or community center near where I work.

Ignominious failure

I spent yesterday evening in Tacoma eating the best fried oysters ever in the world, along with southern-style fish-fry food the likes of hush puppies, catfish, and corn.

I had promised Bart I was going to shoot for the next episode of Rox at the fry; alas, my nerve failed me and I shot not a thing. I still intend to shoot in the manner I’d intended, though. We have about a gig of flash ram, and in theory, I should be able to get enough material at 320 x 240 using the Dimage to provide editor B with what his jones is for.

It strikes me that certain scalawags hereabouts may be prepared to provide an appropriate venue for a shoot.

In other news, I’ve been heads down pushing and poking at the Yahoo! Store, in an attempt to get a multi-thousand item store up and live by the end of next week. Alas, the good people at Yahoo have adopted a ‘simplified’ approach to deployment and setup within their commerce environment. While significant help docs are available, and a 384-page Merchant Solutions Getting Started Guide is available as a PDF, no straightforward sample templates for large-inventory sites are readily available.

Of course, there are many folks ready to take your money to provide the solution to the conundrum. The triumph of commerce, providing that open and even playing field, yet again.

A rarity

Having just poured myself a gin and tonic, it being hot, I put it aside for a bit. When I remembered it was there, I picked it up and took a big slug, followed by surprised sputterings and profanity at the burning sensation my mouth encountered.

I either forgot to mix the drink as I put it aside or I used a whole lot more gin than I thought I did. The lime slice within the drink is suspended in a state of neutral buoyancy, about an inch above the bottom of the glass. I’m feared! Was I distrait?

Oh, holy cow, the irritating sanctimonials of the GOP thing are on the radio, gotta go turn it off before I blow a gasket. But first, a cautious taste. The verdict: I think I forgot to stir.

Tune in for updates of unknown sobriety!

UPDATE: Viv drank it. She’s non-bloguese (French for “Cuban”), so no drunken posting from me* – sorry!

*yet.

sore throat

On our way to pick up Spence and roll on to the Daymented Everything Party, I was over come with hunger, so we dropped into the U-District’s Sushi Express (“Drive-By Sushi!”) to nosh.

While there, I saw a blogger I do not know except by sight, Dan’s pal Zannah, come in and sit down, presumably with hubby.

The food was fine, although we learned that the crew was new; the kaiten train was a bit barren for long stretches, and alas, no beer.

I kept calling Mr. Elope to see if he wanted to go to the party but he proved as elusive as Mr. Bob Dobelina.

When we finally adjourned my throat suddenly hurt like crazy and sadly, I had to bow out of the party. So I came home and spent the evening doing detailed financial projections and analyses for a meeting I have in the ayem. I might suggest moving to to a smaller, less packed venue in order to minimize my germic footprint.

Plum Nelly

We’re back! Didja miss us?

(The last week-plus was an exercise in stealth distance blogging, all done by remote control from fabulous Laguna Beach, California. We saw tiny sharks! Also of interest is the fact that Gmail performed considerably better than my desktop email app.)

This seventeen seconds of Veo-video was shot four blocks from my in-laws’ house, the place my wife grew up. Generally speaking, I like visiting.