probably unplanned obsolescence

I'm just popping up here to express a certain frustration with changing standards and sizes... particularly in the world of bicycle parts. This is a familiar story to anyone who plays around with old bicycles.

I am currently working on restoration (to usability, not showpiece status) of a mid 80's Raleigh Touring bike (the text="kodiak/" if you're interested). The chainrings were pretty chewed up, so I intended to replace them and went into my local bike shop (LBC), to order the new ones. We both took a look and guessed it was a standard 110/74 B.C.D. arrangement and ordered based on that. Unbeknownst to us, there were stumbling blocks in the works.

I discovered on getting the new shiny chainrings home that the small one was really too small for the crankset I was intending it to adorn. I returned the next day for a second measurement and hopefully reordering. It was not to be, as we discovered upon pouring through parts catalogs, and my later internet explorations, this lovely Takagi crankset uses the now obsolete text="86" for the inner chainring (just browse around at that link to find the answers to questions you may be having like "what is B.C.D?", "what is a chainring", "just what, when you get right down to it, is this guy talking about?"), and this size is no longer available. It's not made no more.

I checked ebay and looked elsewhere around the strange and mystical world of NOS bike parts on the internet. I'd be paying more than $50 no matter where I went it seems. So, plan #2! The outer chainrings are 110, and that's lovely. I think I'm just going to find a new crankset in the nice, safe, modern 110/74 format and re-buy that 26 tooth chainring I ordered and be done with it (can't even get 26 tooth in 86 B.C.D. I'd be stuck with 28 as the smallest available size, and I'd be hard pressed to find another replacement in a hurry). This is, to some degree, kowtowing to the modern age I guess... but really, sometimes the whole thing with all these different standards and sizes just seems calculated to annoy (or rather, to get you to buy a particular company's parts rather than mixing and matching to your own contentment). Maybe it isn't always reasonable, but I sometimes wish bike and bike part makers would just get together and agree to use a single set of standards for everything so everything would interchange nicely and smoothly, and then just don't change anything... this of course does not solve the issue of all the old bikes out there sporting a wide array of parts in all shapes and, particularly, sizes.

Props to the LBS by the way. In no way is this an indictment of the service available at text=Chain Reaction.

impermanence

Just finished mending some holes that appeared in a couple sweaters and a pair of gloves, which procedure has prompted a short, not particularly original post about the value of repairing instead of replacing.

Repairing should really take its place as a 4th 'R' in the mantra of 'Reduce, Reuse, Recycle'. It is an art that has sadly dwindled... who darns socks in this day and age? You just pick up another pack from Shopko... or Fleet Farm in my case. Now, I've never darned a sock myself, and I'm unlikely to when it comes to the sort picked up in packs of 6 for $3. The whole purpose of being for something like that is to be disposable, and I don't think darning would extend the life of such a sock for long enough to be worthwhile. I also have nicer socks; thick, part wool, wintry socks. Those I would mend... will mend, when in the course of human events they develop little holes. My nice wool sweaters I mended this evening. They were cheaply acquired at thrift stores, but they are not cheap items. Both are 100% merino wool and are, I believe, attractive and flattering colors and shapes. They are worth hanging onto. A corollary to the proposal that it's good to repair things because it keeps nice things around longer is that if you have nice things you are more likely to wish to repair them to keep them around longer. A really durable, comfortable pair of shoes is worth resoling. A pair of flip flops... well, that's really only a sole to begin with so that's a poor example perhaps... but a $15 pair of sneakers isn't worth taking to the cobbler even if he could do anything about it (and did you know that Appleton is still home to a guy who makes his living repairing shoes? ... I'm pretty sure he's still there in his little downtown storefront anyway, I haven't been by there all that recently).

[Ranting] Things were once built to last, and to be fixable. Fewer and fewer things are now. Computers are still expensive enough that we have them repaired or learn to do repairs and replacements ourselves. Cars too, and many bicycles. Many electronic devices have cheapened to the point where they don't make economic sense to repair, and have become complicated enough that there's less to repair: a fried chip, or some inaccessible plastic thinger that is half the size of your pinkie fingernail, cost a fraction of a fraction of a penny to produce and yet its loss renders a CD player entirely useless. The day is coming when a computer will be like a VCR I'm sure... well, I guess I mean DVD player, since VCRs are an obsolete technology entirely. Most likely a computer will just be an access point for this cloud processing network we hear about from technological gurus. Hopping back to bicycles, you can buy a completely cheapened and complicated bicycle ('complicated' in this instance refers largely to the use of plastic to make a lot of crucial components, which is also cheapening, but plastic is a much more complicated material to produce than steel or even aluminum... to the best of my understanding), and you can buy this bicycle for an absurdly low price. And when something goes wrong you will buy a new one because even if a bike mechanic is willing to work on the $80 Magna you bought at Toys R Us (they'd rather you bought from them, but would accept at least you buying something that wasn't marketed as a toy for Pete's sake), the poor quality of the components make such a bike not worth servicing in the first place (like the cheap cotton tube sock). The repair will be too time consuming and insufficiently lasting to be worth the time and money. Don't even get me started on the toy store's 'fully suspended' models of 'mountain bikes'...

Okay. This is growing longer than I intended. I will conclude with my belief that fixing things also gives you a better understanding of things you use (bicycles are a good example of this, me being an avid bicycle repairman, I can tell you I know a lot more about that vehicle now than I did before I started mucking about in bottom brackets). You might even learn how to make something yourself, using the best materials you can find and constructing it with care, but even the care you put into mending has an effect of adding to the value of your possessions; not, perhaps in resale or antique value (the antique appraisers tend to hate when things are repaired for some reason), but sentimentally surely. Those little mending stitches, glue beads, welds or whatever are better than writing your name on the label for claiming an object as yours (questions of the evils or benefits of private property are hereby ignored for the sake of a more poetic argument).

Mending.
Give it a try. It's more fun than shopping.

Housekeeping

I've made a couple changes/additions to the kombucha post to reflect the latest advances in knowledge, accuracy of instruction, and spelling. Just one of the many services I provide to you, the dedicated reader. You're welcome.

Cultural Detritus

To make up for my infrequency in posting I bring you today, not one but two (2) elucidations of random things I've come accross that make me both laugh and weep a bit for the future of our species. [Okay, I wrote that and then ended up sitting on this post for ages and then not including the other bit I promised. I may get to it]

First off we have the invitation I recieved in the mail to sign up for a credit card. Typically these are referred to as credit card offers. This one however is an invitation.

Observe

Quite a lovely black envelope, yes? With gold(ish) formal writing upon it. Let's see it from the front shall we?
Well, isn't that lovely? The Black Card. Let's look inside shall we? It doesn't matter much what your answer to these questions I keep asking actually are, I'm just going to go ahead anyway with my little plan here. They are what is known as rhetorical questions. Asked merely for the sake of style, not to elicit a response. English lesson over.

They have a director of Customer Experience... This should make you nervous right off the bat. It's never a good sign when people redefine corporate positions. Take human resources as an example. Just the term is disturbing and, funnily enough, dehumanizing. I mean, you could use the same term in an organ harvesting operation... if that doesn't give you pause you obviously haven't been watching enough bad thrillers on late night television.

Alright. Enough of that, lets see what this Black Card actually entails. Are you feeling the anticipation? Are you as curious as I was to see what all this is about? I hope so. Moving along, we find the meat of the matter:
Ah! Wonderful! Here we see (though in fact if we were reading carefully we also saw it in the letter from Customer Experience Director) that the Black Card (should follow suit with the Visa folks by putting it in boldface type I guess) is "not for everyone". Well certainly. Not everyone is worthy of such a fancy invitation... only the very best of us. In fact, only 1% of U.S. residents. A pretty elite group I must say, us 1%ers. The few, the proud, the holders. Apparently we get high caliber personal 'concierge' service. I envision a tuxedo clad, Jeeves like figure to personally deliver the card, or indeed, simply to accompany me on all my acquisitional excursions, carrying the Black Card in a metal briefcase handcuffed to his wrist, which will be unlocked when I am ready to make my purchase. You get that kind of service with the Black Card, for it is not a mere piece of plastic. Oh, no. Oh, no no no no no. It is a patent pending carbon card. As we know from the world of bicycling, everything is made better by making it out of carbon. It's lighter and stronger than conventional credit cards (it seems tawdry to even use such a term in reference to this "the ultimate buying tool" [in actuality, the ultimate buying tool is the one who gets this card]). It is laterally stiff and vertically compliant. It is the card of choice of pro racers world over, or would be, but you see, it's limited to only 1% of U.S. citizens, so those damn Belgians can't have one. Even Lance Armstrong may not have gotten one of these exclusive invitations.

Well, besides a personal shopping valet and a high-tech carbon fiber rectangle, what do we get?
Well, oh yes, the limited membership, so we know we're special. That's very important. We are indeed, those special few who demand only the best of what life has to offer.

Exclusive Rewards Program. No further information about what rewards are on offer, but they've gotta be pretty damn good don't you think? I'd expect a Lexus at least. Not right away of course, but after a few years of using the Black Card I think I'll have earned it.

Luxury Gifts. Geese that lay golden eggs, singing harps, that sort of thing. Not to be confused with the rewards, which we get in return for a job well done, these gifts are given to us simply to show that we are loved and valued, unconditionally... well okay, one condition, there is a small anual fee, a mere pittance. See it up there?

$495

a year

This is a damn special card. The APR isn't even that great. I think it starts at 13% or something. You pay them for the privilage of using the Black Card. If you're special enough to join the exclusive club.

Do me a favor all of you who work in retail. If any customer of yours pays for something with this card... just punch them in the face. If you are uncomfortable with violence, simply tease them mercilessly. Be sure to bring up the $495 a year, and the fact that the card is made of carbon (we're glossing over the fact that plastic is also made of carbon, but it has not escaped our notice. I know what they mean by "carbon" in this case).

The Dehumanization of our Heroes

Tomorrow is Columbus Day in this country (it's Columbus Day in Spain too I've learned, but that's just a coincidence, since they always observe it on the 12th). This, naturally, got me thinking a bit about Christopher Columbus. This began as the usual "why do you hate America?" style of thinking that certain talk radioists regularly deride. Typical stuff: he didn't actually discover anything, since there were folks there already; he never even landed in North America where we so revere him; he neither revolutionized the way the Earth was envisioned at the time, nor even ever realized he had discovered a new continent; he brought european diseases to the New World, and new world diseases back to Europe; he instigated the centuries of murder and oppression of the folks who were already here... all that stuff.

I then realized that, actually, none of that matters. Not, at least, as regards the holiday of Columbus Day (which most folks only think about inasmuch as it's a day off school, and you can't get mail or do any banking that day). It's the myth of the man that we are concerned with on Columbus Day, not the real human who thought he found the Indies and was convicted of brutal torture in his governorship across the water and all that. The image of Columbus in the heads of schoolkids, and most adults (even those who know better) has more in common with Paul Bunyan that with the man himself.

Columbus, in 1492 sailed the ocean blue (of course), because he was off to discover America! He lashed together his three ships, the Niña, the Pinta and the Santa Maria, and set forth all by himself, having, through force of will convinced the Imperial rulers of Spain that the Earth was indeed round (some confusion here with the discovery of a new continent and the search for a western route to the Indies and their lucrative spices). He quite probably hooked a rope each to the three ships and strapped planks to his feet and became the first water-skier, blowing up a wind for himself to fill the sails when the ocean winds would not provide. He landed... oh, somewhere up around Plymouth Rock I'd guess, and said "Aha! I have discovered America! Go me!" And he proceeded to make friends with the natives who had no quarrel with him saying he'd discovered America (imagine walking next door, sticking a flag on your neighbor's porch and saying "I've discovered your house, and all its riches belong to Spain!"). He returned triumphant to Spain (though possibly a lot of folks envision it as England even if they know better). From that began 600 years of peaceful european colonization of the New World.

This is the folk hero version of Christopher Columbus, and he his unassailable with mere facts. There is a folk hero version of George Washington (with his cherry tree), Abraham Lincoln (without the depression) and a few others. The founding fathers are less crucial to our self-image as Americans than our founding mythic heroes. In this sense, in spite of his Genoese birth, Columbus is as American as apple pie (made with apples that originated in Central Asia, with a crust made of middle eastern wheat, since I'm being contrary here). Our folk heroes are not allowed to be real human beings. Paul Bunyan never lived through a hard winter, or got drunk and disorderly on a Saturday night, this could not be concieved.

So... I'm not sure exactly what the conclusion here to be drawn is. I think I feel a bit softer towards Columbus in a way. Toward the folk Columbus in any case, and I realize that the real guy didn't participate in this mythmaking, he just did some stuff, like we all do, and he got co-opted, warts removed and be-pedestaled. Can't blame a guy for that. Can blame him for stuff he actually did of course, or allowed to be. But that's a different issue. Perhaps the point is just to be aware, if you're going to talk about Christopher Columbus, there are two persons of that name that you can be talking about... and there may even be some value in the folk hero version, bravely defying the established wisdom of his time and discovering new frontiers. Not to say we should simply ignore reality in favor of usable myths, but maybe we can use the myths if we keep in mind that that's what they are. Columbus certainly has more to offer as a folk hero than does Paul Bunyan, who teaches us... if you grow up to be...um... really big... you can create the Grand Canyon.

flip-flapping in the breeze

... actually, currently flip-flapping in the basement...
It's:
My latest finished project!

Good thing, since that's what this thing was pretty much intended for. The cultural criticism and nature writing is well and good, but I'm supposed to making stuff. I have been, and I'm gonna tell you about it.

Hobby Lobby. I don't know quite what it is about Hobby Lobby. I don't quite like going there. Some of it is that it's a chain store, but there just aren't many local craft stores of that sort around. There's a nice yarn shop a mile from my house, and local places to get paint and assorted art supplies... but I think all the fabric shops are chains of at least some size. Anyway, there are certain things for which Hobby Lobby is indispensible. One of these, for some reason, is yellow rip-stop nylon... about which more in another post or two. Two of these is scrap leather. They get these bags of cast off bits of a variety of shapes and sizes and colors from... I dunno, saddleries and cobblers and purseries and whatnot. They stick a bunch of bits in a bag and I go and pick up a bag or two and try to decide what to do with 'em all.

First thing I've done now is to make up a pair of leather mudflaps for one of my bicycles. The venerable Brooks of England makes leather mudflaps... they cost $30 a piece. One can also get some through Velo-Orange, for cheaper. Now you can get them from me! I decided, since I had the leather, some punches, knives and leather treatment stuff made out of bee secretions I should just make some myself.

First I figured out a good size based on measuring my fenders and checking the listed sizes for the Velo-Orange and Brooks styles, figuring it's best to copy what's out there first of all. I also was limited by the sizes of leather pieces I had in colors that roughly matched one another (for front and rear flaps). So I came up with a pattern, and made a template on some lovely green paper.

That's the negative shape of course, I traced the positive shape on the leather, but either would work, I think the positive shape was probably wandering around somewhere out of reach when I took this blurry photo though.

So then I cut out my trapezoids (not trapeziuses... that would hurt), and punched holes for mounting, like so:

I also needed some mounting bolts, so I went to the hardware store (the little local one) and got these slick and shiny fellas. They're SAE, not metric, but come close enough that I can use my metric bike tools to mount them without ruining everything.

Aren't those lovely? They did have that type in metric, but only in black, and I'm a sucker for shiny bits of metal.

Next order of business was cleaning and weather-treating the things since they're going to be catching lots of mud and dirt and water and gunk and stuff and ambiguous goo. Behold the stuff:

Yeah... that's all. And then the flaps looked like SO:

but rather less blurry...











And then I drilled holes in the fenders to match the holes in the flaps like SO:














And assembled with the bolts like SO:












(with and without flash)




And that was it really.

Now they are sitting in the basement because the bike they are intended for is in a hundred pieces in the basement as well. But they're pretty cool I think and I wanted to share.

Hope you've enjoyed it.

On missing the point.

So, I'm diverging a bit from the primary focus of this blog as I vaguely envisioned it, which was to be a platform for sharing my various arts and crafts and food projects. I never have been very good at sticking to a particular format however (those who recall my college radio show may remember that though I initially billed it as goth/industrial in focus, it wandered all over pop, classical, experimental, humorous, blues, jazz, folk, spoken word... pretty much anything that could be played over the radio that was of interest to me - it's just my nature to be eclectic I suppose). Therefore, I have plans for including creations of the mind here (observational essays, theorizing, metaphors), and things I've seen about the place, such as ant swarms, and also cultural criticizms... verging into political commentary. I've gotten partway through a post in that latter vein, in the middle of which I was distracted and haven't returned yet to complete it. Here now is another post of that sort.

ORGANIC

Indeed, it's all the rage now. People have actually started to care about what they put down their throats, and many have come to the conclusion that, though it may cost a dollar or two extra, they'd rather have some assurance that what they are eating is not actually poisoned, thank you very much, and that it maybe even didn't damage fragile and valuable ecosystems while we're at it. The idea of organic agriculture is pretty new... you had that big push in the 70's, which got going really in the 60s, or before, about sustainable agriculture without use of massive doses of synthetic fertilizers, pesticides, herbicides, etc. I'm not going into the whole history lesson here, but I want to point out that that sort of lower impact agriculture was going on for, roughly, 10,ooo years before the 'organic' label was applied. What is now considered 'conventional' agriculture is only a hundred years or so old, and has been practiced on a wide scale only since around World War II. And even only a few decades after the big uptick in such practices people started to realize that maybe this wasn't the best way to grow our food. Of course, the 80s hit and organic was 'out' and, except for a few holdouts, the whole thing took a bit of a hiatus. Now it's caught back on and the organic food industry is growing by leaps and bounds... and it has become an industry. Another term sometimes substituted for 'conventional agriculture' is 'industrial agriculture'. Now there is 'industrial organic', not relying on the chemical products of factories, but relying on industrially processed naturally occuring pesticides, large machines, massive scale fields and processing facilities and so on.

I'm trying not to get too involved here in my discussion since you can get all this stuff from Michael Pollan and such folks. I just want to bring up the fact that once big companies start getting in on organics and environmentalism, the tendancy is for them to do the very least possible to meet the requirements to get the label to be able to charge the premium price and attract the customers attracted by those ideas. There is an ongoing attempt to dilute what it takes to be organic, allow certain synthetic products into the mix, make it easier (and more profitable) for the big guys, so they can better compete with those little guys who've been farming small, sustainable acres, but don't have massive advertising budgets... it's all about open competition right? Anyway, it's a quick step from there to complete perversion of the idea of organic, if not the strict USDA definition (getting less strict). The idea is that it is simpler, healthier for us and the planet, something more like the food our grandparents or great grandparents ate... When you start veering away from those ideas, you sometimes wind up in complete absurdity.

See:


Yep. It's pancake batter in a squirt can. You can make pancakes with just the spritz of a nozzle. And it's organic! It contains all certified organic ingredients, which according to the website is all that is needed to be organic (their definition, cribbed from Merriam-Webster, is on the 'Product Information page). The fact that it comes in a can and is absolutely absurd seems not to phase the makers of this product. The fact that you can make pancake batter yourself with very little effort, out of all organic ingredients if you like, or largely local ones if you like that more (which I do), with far less energy waste (in production as well as transport) and materials waste to boot also does not give them pause. They bring out the old 'convenience' claim, which gave us boxed cake mix and microwave snacks of all description and various degrees of disgustingness.

Really I'm not trying to make much of a point here. This is just a rant against what I see as a stupid and wasteful item cluttering up the supermarket shelves, as well as a mindset that is continuing the same destructive philosophies of the recent past with a shiny new package that people are supposed to feel good about. See also: catalogues full of all the many things you can buy to be more environmentally friendly... I'll save that rant for another day.

AAAAARGH.

they came out of the earth and rose up into the sky like amber snowflakes

I was just sitting here minding my own business, doing a bit of scrabble on the computer. Looked out the window and didn't know what I was seeing... something floating... upwards. It looked for anything like snowflakes viewed while standing on one's head (not that I've tried that, my balance isn't quite that good). I got up and went and looked closer, out the window. I was thinking it might be some cottonwood type seed fluffs caught in an updraft, but as I looked more carefully it really was more than that. These things, whatever they were, were rising up from the lawn and up up up into the air. Peering through the old wavy glass and the screen I could just about make out some sort of movement on the ground. This seems interesting, I thought and went outside, grabbing the digital camera before I did so. What I found was, ants. Pouring out of the ground and taking off, uncountable, big, winged ants. This was new to me, so I took some pictures and video, and did some research on the internet and am here to report. I dunno what sort of ants they are. I've found it's nearly impossible to identify a species of insect via internet searching. The closest I got was that they seem to be some type of yellow ant.... that's the common name for the group, not just me making something up. Anyway, more interesting than my rambling are probably the images, so here you go.



And I took video too!




I went out again after typing here for a bit and the exodus had finished. Just a few odd stragglers still hanging about. The event was as fleeting as it was astonishing. Insects get up to a lot more than we usually think. For informational purposes, what was going on was that the sexually mature males and females (future queens) were getting booted out of the colony to mate and try to set up colonies of their own round about the city. I had some familiarity with the concept from playing SimAnt. It's also the similar to what happens when bees swarm.

If you see this happening some summer day, stop and check it out. Be prepared to give a few ants a hitch to wherever you're off too. It's worth it.

When tea goes bad!

... in an intentional, controlled sort of way.

Lately I have been brewing up batch upon batch of kombucha and drinking it daily. For those not in the know, kombucha is a fermented tea beverage which dates back many years (thousands or something), and is reputed to be healthful and beneficial. It is also quite tasty to those who are into sort of yeasty, decayed tea... which I am! Hooray! You can look up more about health benefits and history in the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom. I will however tell you how to make it yourself, because if you just go buy it in the store it costs $4.00 a bottle, which is quite a lot, and if you make it at home it costs practically nothing.

The initial steps you can do right now if you want. All you have to do is brew some tea. Doesn't matter what kind of tea it is, though those who discuss these things on the internet say that organic is better and unflavored is better and herbal is not so good. Apparently the oils that you tend to get as flavorings in flavored teas such as earl grey (with a soupçon of oil of bergamot) is not very good for the culture that ferments the tea. Do not despair, you can add flavorings later on. So you make your tea... I do it like this: boil 2 or three quarts of water in a kettle (depending on which of my two brewing jars I'm using (a 3 quart and a 4 quart), put a quarter cup of sugar per quart of water in the jar and pour the boiling water into said jar (which should be glass or food grade ceramic, no metals or plastics please) and steep a few teabags (2 bags per quart) or some loose tea (either totally loose in which case you need to strain it, or in a ball or sachet, and... well... enough to brew a decent batch of tea is how much you need). When your tea is brewed to strength after 15 minutes or more depending on how strong you like it, you remove the teabags and let it cool down to at least body temperature (heat kills microorganisms!).

So, now we're at the part that you can't just do right here and now. You need a kombucha mother, alternately known as a kombucha culture, tea beast, SCOBY (symbiotic colony of bacteria and yeast), kombucha mushroom (though as you can tell from the acronym it's not actualy a mushroom). This is a whitish sort of pancake creature that you dump into the sweet tea along with a bit of mature kombucha (about half a cup per quart). The mature kombucha helps suppress unwanted bacteria, and the SCOBY does all the work of eating up the sugars and maybe other stuff in the tea and making it all fermented and nice. You can get one of these things from me if you're in the area. You can order one from one of the kombucha enthusiasts you will find on the internet, like these folks. You can also, I suspect, create one by buying one of those $4.00 bottles of kombucha (unflavored) and pouring it into a jar or bowl, covering with cloth (cheesecloth is what I use, but a clean dishtowel works too, it's just to keep schmutz from drifting in there while still giving the little guys something to breath) and sticking it in a warm place for a few days. Hopefully a solid sort of film should form on the surface and that's your SCOBY.

Once your SCOBY has been introduced to your tea you just cover with cloth, snap a little rubber band round the lip to hold the cloth on and leave it sit somewhere for a few days to a week or so. Maturation time depends on the temperature (up in the 80s is ideal for the kombucha, but not so much for a human home... if you have a warm attic you can put it up there if you think you won't forget it). It also depends on how much sugar you want left, if you leave it a long time it basically becomes vinegar as all the sugar is devoured. You can also kill your culture if you deprive it of food by forgetting it up in the attic for a few weeks. You can just sip a bit out of the jar now and again to see how it's doing and when you decide it's how you like it, pour off the now mature kombucha into various smaller jars, also of glass or ceramic, but with lids. You'll notice you actually have two SCOBYs now, the original you put in and a new one. You can use either or both of these for your next batch, either right away, or stored for a bit in the fridge along with enough of the mature kombucha for your next batch (it'll keep for weeks, though you might want to toss it a bit of sugar if it'll hang out a long time... the cold slows the metabolism of the culture quite a bit though). You can also toss one in the compost or garbage if you have no compost. You can feed it to your dog apparently, or I guess you could eat it yourself if you're feeling daring.

Now. Flavors. you can pretty much flavor your kombucha how you like at this point. Just add flavor agents to the jars into which you've poured your kombucha (save some pickle or spaghetti sauce jars, or salad dressing bottles, or whatever). You can use flavoring oils, spices, dried or fresh fruit, jam, chopped up ginger. Sky's the limit! Be creative! I really like it with a handful of dried cranberries, left sit in the fridge a couple days to infuse the whole jar. Ginger is great. Strawberry rhubarb is lovely in season. Chai spices are very nice... there are many options.

I think that's everything I know about making kombucha... I suggest you try one of the $4.00 bottles first to see if you even like it, or if a friend makes it, try some of theirs. No point making a big batch which you won't drink. I have a glass or two every day and I'm feeling fine. It's part of a balanced breakfast as they say. As a safety and comfort note, if you have a particularly strong batch, say you left it fermenting a bit longer than usual, or it stayed in the fridge while you were on vacation as it does continue to ferment even refrigerated, I'd advise not drinking large amounts (more than a teacup-full) at one time as it could cause some stomach upset, as could, perhaps, drinking a large amount right off the bat.

Clean your equipment (jars) with hot water and dish soap. Hand washing is fine. Keep an eye out for mold growth. I haven't had any trouble with it myself. It'll look like mold. You get some carbonation in your brewing, and hence some bubbles at the surface which can appear, at first glance, to be mold spots, but it should be obvious if there's a problem, in which case you just have to dump the batch and start over, cleaning the jar very very well. If you're really concerned you can boil your jars (make sure they're canning grade material).

So, a note about effects.

When I first started drinking kombucha daily, and again after I took a couple weeks off of regular consumption due to travelling and then restarted regular doses, I noticed a change in my dreaming. I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but it happened to me and seemed to be associated with the kombucha. It wasn't anything bad and it only lasted a few days. I just noticed my dreams seemed a lot more vivid and, how to say... action packed than usual. The dreams had much more of a continuous story arc than I usually get, or recall anyway. They also really seemed like they could almost be Hollywood blockbusters. Zombie apocalypse stories and heist adventures among the criminal class... it was odd. My dreams are usually more fragmented and surreal. I don't know if this will happen to anyone else, but, well... you're introducing a new, odd thing into your body and it may affect your brain a bit.

So that's my long post about kombucha.

In other news, I went to the doctor for a physical yesterday. I am pretty much doing fine, but he recommended I listen to this guy:

Doctor's orders.

What flies through firmaments

Somehow or another I got it into my head, this past winter or autumn, to try my hand at kite making. Just one more craft in the ever-growing list of things which take up space and time in my life. Not that I complain, these are good things that I enjoy, and I've learned which are wise to adopt. I can catch onto simple mechanics and construction like bicycle mechanics and kites. I never had much luck with electronics beyond splicing wires together. Enough talent I had at that to put together a contact mic, but no more.

Anyway! My original intent had been to get a kite done in time for Fly A Kite Day, handily marked on the calendar I recieved for my birthday this year. Failing that I decided to get one ready sometime before the end of National Kite Flying Month. This did not happen either, but I now have a complete kite... which has been sitting waiting for me to actually take it out and see if the darn thing'll fly, or if I'll have to start again. I haven't done any decoration yet. I'm holding off in case it bursts into flame once aloft. Don't want to waste time. If it flies I'll decorate it. If it flies, but poorly, and survives the attempt, I might still decorate it and keep it as non-usable art.



So, here is the unpapered frame. I got the bamboo from TJ Max. It's not the best quality stuff, and it's probably rather overpriced, even at TJ Max prices, as craft bamboo since it's sold as a decorative sheaf. Anyway, it's something to play with for now. I've been looking into various purveyors of bulk bamboo for building. The above photo is of the second attempt, since on the first attempt I made the cross, then attatched the sail, then tried to do the bend of the cross piece, which broke. I checked out a number of books from the library with names like KITES! Make Them! and decided on the Eddy kite for my first project. It's much like a typical diamond kite, but with a curved crosspiece that adds stability and control that the flat diamond kite lacks without the addition of a tail.

I then covered the frame with newsprint paper, as you see. I didn't have large enough pieces on hand to cover it with one piece, so I had to glue various seems. We'll see how that holds together.

Materials are bamboo, hemp twine, wood glue, elmers glue, and a bit of shellac over the knots. I gessoed the paper for strength (?) and a better decorating surface, and attached a bridle of hemp twine with a fishing sort of attachment of a name I've forgotten to connect the line to.







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Well, that's about all I can write until I've actually tried flying the thing. If this one works I will move on to more elaborate designs.

Thanks for reading.

Found in Translation

Today, in the course of conversation about the TSA and the Sherrif of Nottingham and such subjects I occasioned to examine the Wikipedia article on the old ditty Sing A Song Of Sixpence. Included was this Malaysian version of the song, notable for what I'm assuming is a fairly literal translation full of humor.

lagu tiga kupang - three penny song
saku penuh padi - pocket full of rye
enam ekor burung - six birds
masuk dalam kuali - go into frying pan

bila sudah masak - when it is cooked
burung nyanyi saja - the birds sing
tentu sedap makan - it must be delicious to eat
beri pada raja - give it to the king

raja dalam rumah - king in the house
buat kira-kira - doing calculations
suri dalam dapur - queen in the kitchen
makan roti gula - eating sugar bread

dayang tepi kolam - maid beside the pond
mahu jemur tepung - want to dry out the flour
datang burung hitam - the black bird come
patuk batang hidung - peck at her nose
hidung, hidung, hidung... - nose, nose, nose..

I particularly enjoy the "six birds/go into frying pan", "king in the house/doing calculations" and "nose, nose, nose" lines.

And for those wondering about trying this old recipe out and bringing it to Malaysia to present to the king (note: I have no idea what the Malaysian governmental system is like... they may not have a king), bear in mind this bit of advice from the TSA website:

"Note: You can bring pies and cakes through the security checkpoint, but please be advised that they are subject to additional screening."

Most likely this means the agents will have a taste test.

Rampant materialism.

I will soon start posting things of potential interest to others who might read. First though, I'm going to post this link so that perhaps I can win a cargo bike!

"Madsen Cycles Cargo Bikes"

go ahead... click it.