Posts filed under ‘Musings’
I like this approach when talking about Climate Change:
At approximately 1:30 this afternoon, on a beautiful sunny day (65º!), I was sitting on the deck in back of my home in Boulder, Colorado when I suddenly heard a whirring sound. I looked up and lo and behold, there was a white drone which looked to have risen from the street in front of the house behind me. It was at an altitude of about 30 feet, its camera pointed right at my face. It hovered there for three or four minutes before being brought down by whoever was manning the thing.
To say I felt that my privacy had been violated wouldn’t do justice to my feelings. I mean, what’s next? The drone hovers outside my bedroom window, captures video of me naked and the owner posts video on YouTube?
I hope my City Council is working on privacy laws as I write.
I guess the lesson here is to keep your windows cracked so you can hear that whir.
Aye yie yie. The future is here folks.
‘Selfies’ likely contributed to a single-engine plane crash east of Denver last May that killed two people, federal investigators said in a report released last week.
The National Transportation Safety Board said a GoPro video camera was found near the plane’s wreckage in Watkins, about 25 miles east of Denver. Recordings on the device showed several flights where the pilot and his passengers were taking ‘self-photographs’ with their cellphones.
‘Post-accident examination of the airplane did not reveal any pre-impact anomalies that would have precluded normal operation,” the NTSB said in their report, released Friday. “Based on the wreckage distribution, which was consistent with a high-speed impact, and the degraded visual reference conditions, it is likely that the pilot experienced spatial disorientation and lost control of the airplane.’
‘It is likely that cell phone use during the accident flight distracted the pilot and contributed to the development of spatial disorientation and subsequent loss of control,’ the report says.
The plane, a Cessna-150 two-seater built in 1970, took off just after midnight on May 31, 2014 from Front Range Airport in Adams County. It was reported missing by Singh’s family at 3:45 a.m. and the plane’s wreckage was found at about 7:30 a.m.
So, it was the middle of the night and pilot may have been using a flash to take selfies, causing his eyes to have to readjust to the darkness for a few seconds every time the flash went off thus causing him to experience “spatial disorientation?” Not worth it. Not at all worth it.
Dear Boulder, Colorado City Government:
Melanie here. I live on Hartford Drive between Darley and Emerson in South Boulder. I’m 62-years-old and I’m a 40-year resident.
My street has been ice-covered since the snow began falling on Christmas, almost three weeks ago. Yeah, I know, the city’s philosophy is that the sun will melt the side streets so we only plow the main roads but increasingly that isn’t happening. (Maybe it’s time to rethink that policy because: Climate Change?) I recall stretches of cold, snowy, cloudy weather over the last year or two that made getting around on side streets and sidewalks pretty darn treacherous.
I love and agree with encouraging biking and walking — I dig the new pedestrian underpass that’s slated to be built just east of Broadway on Baseline — but when you don’t plow neighborhood streets or enforce the code requiring people to shovel their sidewalks 24-hours after the last snow, my enthusiasm falls flat and your hypocrisy slaps me in the face. I’m a pedestrian and I want safety too. I want to be able to safely walk around the dang block.
Suffice it to say that my family situation is such that I have serious familial responsibilities that make me very afraid of slipping when I walk my two dogs (which I would like to do twice a day) or take my three-mile “speed walk” up to Shanahan Ridge (which I would like to do once a day). If I became temporarily disabled my life would be disrupted beyond belief. I would have to hire a dog walker and people to take care of a loved one who I’m responsible for. I keep my loved one and my two dogs going. I. Can’t. Get. Hurt. Not only that, I’m on a fixed income now; paddling to stay afloat in a town I love and in which my family and I once thrived.
Hey, life happens.
It would be great if you’d plow my street and make it so people in my neighborhood shovel their sidewalks. I want to be able to walk around without being terrified.
The disconnect between the way you view and treat commuter cyclists and walkers and neighborhood cyclists and walkers is stark and disturbing. You want people to get out of their cars (as do I) but you make it so hard for we the unglamorous, seemingly invisable residents who want to do just that.
BTW, this is a photo of my street as of 5:03 p.m. today, as I write:
The National Weather Service/Boulder predicts freezing drizzle tonight making for “icy road conditions” tomorrow. Add freezing drizzle to the photo above and a high of 29º on Wednesday,
and I guess I’ll hope (fingers, eyes, arms and legs crossed) that the sun on Thursday melts everything before that fun Friday temp happens.
Come on. We need some relief out here.
(That wooden cow is all that’s left of a whirligig my husband bought for me that I had in the garden for at least 15 years. I loved it but, alas, it slowly fell apart and essentially disintegrated despite me gluing and stapling parts together over and over again as it did. I decided to save the cow before it was too late. Glad I did.)
Again, here comes 2015. So excited.
So long 2014. You sucked but I made it through despite your every effort to make me give up. This is how thrilled I am you’re done and freakin’ gone:
Hello 2015. I’m looking forward to a nice fresh start with you. I have a feeling it’s gonna be good.