Nature Encroaching
November 8, 2008
I am somewhat obsessed with places where nature is taking back spaces once steralised by humans. Like Wildcat Canyon Regional Park. Plans to build on it had to be abandoned after landslides kept blocking the roads. Now they decay, the tarmac cracking and gently sliding downhill; the planted trees bursting out of their reinforced concrete pots, their branches narrowing the throughway.
Election Fever Pitch
November 4, 2008
Waking up on election day was weird because it felt like a day that would never come. The election season began almost two years ago, and for most of this year it’s been been on the top of many people’s minds, and dominating the news. For it to actually be election day seemed almost unbelievable.
The first time I’d heard Obama speak at length was during the primaries. He seemed like he would be a great president, but didn’t seem like a realistic pick for the democratic party. The choice in the primaries wasn’t to decide who would be president, but rather, who would be the strongest opponent to McCain, or to whoever the republicans would end up putting forward. Hillary Clinton had much more experience and was more well known, and more of a traditional candidate, and a stronger challenge to the Republicans. I hoped Obama would win the primaries, but didn’t really expect him to.
But then, state by state, it became clear that he would be the democrat candidate.
At the democratic conference he presented himself as someone who would be a great president, but it still wasn’t clear if he could hold his own in the coming fight against McCain and his new running mate, Palin. In the months that followed he crept slowly forward in the polls and it actually became conceivable that he might win, and then a couple of weeks ago it looked like almost guaranteed. But still, waking up on election day, it was clear that anything could happen.
I walked with Meredith to the local polling station. It turned out to be in someone’s garage, which I hadn’t really expected, but thinking about it, it was pretty cool to see all those millions spent campaigning, all the razzmatazz of the conventions and the debates and the media frenzy, to see democracy itself reduced to a group of neighbors gathering at someone’s garage to vote for the next US President.
California is a very democratic state. There was never any chance that it would end up voting republican, so neither Obama or McCain spent a whole lot of time campaigning here. Obama did come to Google during the primaries though to give a speech. I went along mostly to see the circus — the media cameras and vans, and the secret service with their earpieces, talking into their sleeves. Google’s CEO, Eric Schmidt is a big supporter of Obama. He appeared in the 30-minute TV spot Obama put out just before the election, and just yesterday he was apparently offered a cabinet position in Obama’s government — he turned it down. Obama’s speech at Google was great — much better than
Hillary Clinton’s, who was just full of platitudes about Google being such an innovator, and how we were the future, blah blah blah. In his Google speech, Obama talked about things that matter to Google people — like net neutrality. He also announced a vision he has called “Google for government”, which would allow Americans to get much easier access to what’s going on in Washington.
Obama’s Google Speech: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4yVlPqeZwo
Last month the economy crashed (or whatever — I don’t understand what’s going on), and it was really the killing blow to McCain. Not only was he tied to Bush (who got us into this mess), during the primaries he admitted that the economy wasn’t his strong point, and then that “the fundamentals of the economy are strong” even when they weren’t. Up until that point, the main things dominating the election news cycles were trivial things like Obama’s “Lipstick on a pig” comment, or his running mate Biden’s various trip ups. But now, all that anyone cared about was the economy, and that favored the democrats.
When it was Meredith’s turn to vote I stepped aside and waited. It felt bad, not getting to vote. I felt like a second class citizen! Except that I’m not even a US citizen — I’m a “non-resident alien”. I get to pay taxes, but I don’t get to choose who represents me in government. Maybe I’ll get to vote in 2012!
Then I went to work and like everyone else, didn’t do any work. Clearly everyone was trying to keep up with the very latest news, and hoping there wouldn’t be any election day surprises. Google even canceled everyone’s meetings in calendar that day, so that we’d be able to pay attention and vote.
California is three hours earlier than the East coast, so the voting exit polls began closing quite early in the day — around 3pm. I was at a friend’s house party by 4pm, just as the first major exit polls started coming out. Then everything moved really fast. I lost track of which states were swing states and which were important to watch. And there was a loud dude shouting at the TV which made it hard to hear
what was happening. At one point I saw someone with a map on CNN point out that even if McCain won all the remaining swing states, it would still be almost impossible for him to win.
We were switching between the news networks through the night. CNN and MSNBC are fairly democratic and also happened to have good coverage. At 7pm we were watching Fox New which is strongly republican. Everyone in Fox was looking glum. The California polls closed and as expected went to Obama. Then the screen read: “Fox News predicts: Obama to win presidency” there was a huge roar across the city. We checked the other networks and they were all also calling it for Obama. The whole
voting thing that morning had actually worked!
McCain gave his speech, with Palin by his side. They haven’t been seen together since, as stories of fierce infighting emerge. Obama gave a speech from Chicago, where there was a huge crowd gathered. I was expecting him to be joyous or show some emotions, but it was a verysomber speech. He was getting all presidential.
Straight after we hit the streets. People had set up barricades — they’d moved cars to block streets so people could party. The cops came along and removed the the blocking cars and put up popper
barriers, and the party continued. The same thing was on the top of everyone’s minds, and it showed. People made eye contact, and talked with strangers. It reminded me of the time last year when there was a little earthquake here — it had the affect of jolting everyone’s attention away from what they were doing, so that suddenly everyone was on the same page, nodding at each other: “yep, that was an earthquake!.
Down in the mission district, I approached a crowd of people blocking an intersection. There were all cheering, and then I heard the national anthem being played by a trumpeter who was standing above the crowd. Many people in San Francisco cringe a little at national sentiments like the anthem or saluting the flag, or respecting anything that goes on at a national level, except maybe when it’s related to sports or entertainment. Many people here are embarrassed to be American. But on that night the crowd sang along loudly and happily. You could see them becoming proud to be American and excited that they wouldn’t have to pretend to be Canadian when abroad.
The excitement was tainted by another question that Californians had voted on that day: whether or not to ban gay marriages, which have been happening here for a couple of years. Much to the dismay of everyone in the Castro (and decent people across the city and state), the proposition passed, and the marriages will be banned. Strangely, many San Franciscan’s are feeling proud to be American but ashamed to be Californian. Hopefully Obama will get to appoint some reasonable supreme court judges though, and legalize gay weddings across the country.
In the week since then, the reality slowly sinks in. McCain has all but disappeared; Palin has been tagged and released back into the wilds of Alaska. President Bush has had President-elect Obama over to the white house, where Obama saw the Oval Office for the very first time.
The economic crisis hasn’t gone away. Guantanamo bay is still open. In the middle east, people are still burning the American flag. Nothing substantial has changed yet, but there’s a feeling that things are going to get better. Which is fairly impressive, seeing as how it’s looking like we’re at the start of a two-year recession.
Let’s see what happens.
Chasing the U-2 Dragon Lady
November 3, 2008
Yesterday I got to grin from cheek to cheek like a little kid and say “oh shit!” and really mean it.
I buckled myself into a souped up Camaro sports car and held on while the US Air Force Major in the driver’s seat accellerated from 0 to 100 in around 6 seconds. Out the passenger window, I could see the object whose speed we were trying to match: a U-2 spy plane, lining up to land.
Still accelerating, we swerved off the taxiway and onto the active runway, just as the U-2 flew over the threshold. We raced to catch up with it. Between us and the plane was a second car; driving it was the U-2 pilot’s wingman. Over the radio we listened as he guided the plane down, foot by foot. At the last second the pilot dropped the tail of the plane and then its nose, and then battled to keep the wings stable. Then we backed off as the jet engine roared again and the plane lept back up into the air, and looped around for another go.
I have some brilliant photos and video; I’ll post them here once I make sure it’s ok for me to do so — until then, here’s someone else’s picture:
PS I like Meredith. Thanks Ted and Jen!
Political Quote of the Day
October 23, 2008
David Sedaris, in the New Yorker:
I look at these people [undecided voters] and can’t quite believe that they exist… I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?” To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked. I mean, really, what’s to be confused about?
Hiking in Glendalough
October 21, 2008
The sun came out, so Paul and I went for a hike with my Dad. we went to Glendalough, which has to be one of the most beautiful places in Ireland. We walked up to the ridge that looks down into the U-shaped valley and the lead mines on the other side. The rain came in, so we sheltered in the woods, and when we came back out we saw the most amazing rainbow.
We continued along the ridge and heard the weirdest sound, which we figured was probably deer — the closer we looked, the more of them we saw. The closer we came, the quieter they got. We crossed the river and the rain came back as we passed by the abandoned mine and back along the lakeside to the beginning. A brilliant day out!
Falling Behind
October 19, 2008
A few things I’ve been wanting to write about here, but haven’t gotten around to yet:
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Cycling across Iowa. I wrote a little bit about this, but there are so many stories: being left exhausted after putting up the Big Montana tent on the first day, thinking there was no way I’d complete the whole cycle; looking forward to a good sleep after the long second day of cycling, only to be evacuated at 2am due to tornado warnings; being welcomed by kind, generous Iowa folk all along the way; eating their pie and funnelcake and sweetcorn and walking tacos; drinking vast quantities of Gatorade and just a little bit of Bud Clamato; sheltering in a barn while the rainstorm rolled over us; finding your friends in a crowd of 10,000; making it all the way to the other end.
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Getting questioned by the TSA. On the way to Iowa I had a run in with the police and the TSA (Transportation Security Administration) at Omaha Airport. It was the first time I had to deal with US law enforcement / federal agents. I have to say, they both excelled themselves. Contrary to almost every report I’ve read on the internet, the TSA agent proved himself to be a very reasonable human being, and more than capable of exercising good judgment and making good decisions — even though I had compromised a secure area!
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Three years in California. I feel incredibly lucky to have moved to an amazing part of the world and one that I’m still having fun exploring. Three years in I find myself renewing my US visa and reflecting on what it takes to start feeling at home in a new part of the world, and wondering what’s going to come in the next three years.
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The US Presidential elections. It’s such an interesting time to be in the US, and especially San Francisco, where there’s an amazing amount of grassroots support from Obama. Windows have homemade signs in them, there’s messages chalked on the footpath. It’s what everyone is talking about. I wish I could vote for Obama. It would be so brilliant to have him take George Bush’s place in the White House, but I don’t want to even think about that until after election day.
Sigur Ros live at Berkeley in the rain
Watching Sigur Ros in the rain. My favorite band came to Berkeley and played what I think was the best live music show I’ve ever been to. They played our favourite songs, we got right near the stage, there was confetti and bright lights, and right at the end of Popplagið, their last song, right on cue, the sky opened up and the rain came down.
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Channel Islands camping. Six of us made a road trip down to the Channel Islands of the coast of Santa Barbara. We cooked and camped and snorkelled and goofed around, and stopped off by UCSB for Pizza on the way home.
Also: Commuting on 101 / Resonance / Bookshelf / Longboarding / Surfing
Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust
October 3, 2008
“With Buzzing in Our Ears We Play Endlessly”
Sigur Ros live at Berkeley in the rain
Sigur Rós, my favorite band, came to Berkeley and played what I think was the best live music show I’ve ever been to. They played our favorite songs, we got right near the stage, there was confetti and bright lights, and right at the end of Popplagið, their last song, right on cue, the sky opened up and the rain came down.
Music for the hours
September 29, 2008
http://www.nonesuch.com/albums/a-nonesuch-retrospective Glass Box: A Nonesuch Retrospective. I feel like I would quite happily forfeit my entire CD collection for this boxset from Philip Glass. They guy’s music is… incredible. In fact, give me a decent pair of speakers, stick this thing on infinite loop and I’ll call it heaven. Seriously.
As seen in Google StreetView
September 17, 2008
When we heard the Google StreetView car would be taking new photos around Google’s offices in Mountain View, me and pretty much half the company went out on the street to make sure we got our photos taken for inclusion in Google Maps. That’s me in the brown shirt! I got in twice by running across the park as the car drove around the park. Here are some other photos from the day.
Mountain Biking in Downieville
August 25, 2008
Downieville is an old mining town left behind after the gold rush passed through the Sierra mountains in the 1850s. These days the forests surrounding the town are better known for holding some of the country’s best mountain biking trails.
Mountain Biking in Downieville typically involves getting taxied to the top of Packer Lake Saddle and then riding the 20 miles back downhill to town just about as quickly as you dare. We got to do that on Sunday, but on Saturday we did some cross-country mountain biking instead, thanks to some great advice from Greg at Downieville Outfitters.
Saturday: Cross Country ( GPS) ( Photos)
http://flickr.com/photos/dmountain/archives/date-taken/2008/08/24/ We started out on the south shore of Gold Lake. The plan was to follow a trail up to a ridge. A couple of wrong turns put us on a steeper ascent than planned, but once on the ridge we found some sweet single-track north and downhill. At the end of the ridge the jagged peak of Mount Elwell loomed four-hundred feet above us, and we got to it via a rock trail that switched back and forth up the mountain.
The ride down the other side of Mount Elwell was just incredible! The terrain changed quickly, from a dusty red trail through the woods to bright sunlight over grapefruit-sized rubble. We zig-zagged down the hill, each bike kicking up a big cloud of dust, especially on the corners where we had to use our breaks. Every mile or so we would stop to re-group, high-five and continue.
I learned that to go downhill like this, you must relax, point your bike and weight in the right direction and trust that you will roll right over the terrain (or, even better, fly right over it). Eventually we got to the bottom, all covered in dust and sweat, high on adrenaline.
Best of all was that we didn’t pass a single person on the entire descent.
Sunday: Down hill ( GPS)
The next day we got a ride from Greg up to Packer Lake Saddle and headed downhill. I’d done this ride before, but I’m not sure what trails we took — I think Pauley Creek and then Third, Second and First Divide. Whatever it was, it was downhill fun that seemed to never end. The forest there is beautiful, with the trail winding along a ledge high over the river and then heading away from the river inland through open bright forest.
Sunday beat me up, though: a mile in to the ride a bee or something got inside my facemask and stung me on the lip; then I managed to hit a rock just wrong and went over my handlebars. The knee and elbow guards took the brunt of it, but my ankle was exposed and got hit hard. A great ride all the same!
Camping on the North Yuba
We stayed at a great campsite perched above the North Yuba river. It was very ideal, with a fireplace and plenty of flat ground for our tents. The best part was the river. I usually stay well awat from cold water, or gingerly put my toes in and then go up to my knees and then make an excuse to go no further. But I decided to just jump in and the water was just right. Cold, but refreshing, and there was no rush to get out. Sometimes you just have to jump in!