<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906</id><updated>2009-09-19T18:24:07.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings from Mark</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/atom.xml'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-682279315866352245</id><published>2009-09-19T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:24:07.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos than you can shake a very large stick at</title><content type='html'>With my lab class just completed, my most recent woodworking project completed, and a dripping rain falling, I found myself with nothing pressing to do on this Saturday.  So I thought I might work on a long-overdue &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/"&gt;update to my website&lt;/a&gt; with five photo essays containing recent (and some not-so-recent) photos.  And if that isn't enough for you, you can see &lt;a href="http://oregon2009select.shutterfly.com/"&gt;even more photos (from Chris and Michele's visit)&lt;/a&gt;.  (The password is my last name, all lowercase.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one free week ahead of me before fall term begins.  As I am only taking one class this term, the start of school means a bit less to me, and my most intense two weeks (the lab class) are already behind me.  My main focus will be to apply for four different fellowships.  I have a good project idea worked out, and as my adviser likes to say, putting more lines in the water tends to catch more fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the first contra dance of the season, and tomorrow I will either work in the garden or head out to do some mushroom hunting.  Next weekend, weather permitting, I plan to climb South Sister, Oregon's third highest mountain and the easiest to climb of the tall peaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-682279315866352245?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/682279315866352245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=682279315866352245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/682279315866352245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/682279315866352245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/09/more-photos-than-you-can-shake-very.html' title='More photos than you can shake a very large stick at'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-950926026622602416</id><published>2009-07-26T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:50:20.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberries and chickens</title><content type='html'>Ebba found a place selling U-pick blueberries for $1.25 per pound just south of town.  We picked for about two hours and came home with 24 pounds of berries for $30.  We have been eating our fill all day, and most will go into the deep freeze for cobblers and pancakes throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer with the blueberries also had about 25 young chickens, about the same age as our last batch of chicks.  Two of his "hens" turned out to be roosters, and he wanted to be rid of them.  Since we were about ready to eat our last two remaining roosters from our chick order, we brought home two free roosters in an apple box and spent the evening plucking and butchering four chickens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad way to spend a hot July day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-950926026622602416?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/950926026622602416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=950926026622602416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/950926026622602416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/950926026622602416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/07/blueberries-and-chickens.html' title='Blueberries and chickens'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-6781610289842468934</id><published>2009-06-28T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:41:31.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures posted</title><content type='html'>I have been accumulating quite a backlog of pictures to be posted, and today I finally decided to do something about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for photos and stories, visit my &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/index.html"&gt;Photo Essays page&lt;/a&gt;.  There are four new essays (a total of 88 pictures) posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-6781610289842468934?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/6781610289842468934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=6781610289842468934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6781610289842468934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6781610289842468934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/06/pictures-posted.html' title='Pictures posted'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-3758528217134897439</id><published>2009-06-07T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:23:07.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years post-Carleton:  musings on life path and choices</title><content type='html'>It is coming up on two years since leaving Carleton, and already it seems so much longer than that.  I feel old now - not as though I am aging (though losing my hair doesn't help) - but old in the sense that I would feel awkward at a Carleton party or a gathering of undergrads.  Carleton provided a limited number of choices: which three classes to take the next term, what to major in, which comps topic to consider, but beyond that the structure was set in place, so that any possible combination of those choices would lead equally to success, or at least to learning, intellectual stimulation, and satisfactory progress toward graduation.  Now it seems that there are an infinite number of options available, most of which are not specifically made known to me.  And while I have more or less enjoyed the things I have done since graduation (BLM job in Wyoming, part-time homeopathic mint packing, prescribed burn work, bird surveys, prairie plant surveys, and now molecular biology in pursuit of biological hydrogen), I have not yet found the thing that matches my soul desires.  Partly, I don't know exactly where to look, and partly our modern society has partitioned tasks into ever-smaller subsets and specializations such that very few jobs contain sufficient variety that I would enjoy them in the long run.  I will find out in the next months whether I enjoy molecular biology work, but I already know that I will not want to make a career of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am excited about alternative energy, I am less excited about working in a lab indefinitely.  Perhaps my career will be related to energy, perhaps not, but anything that I am to enjoy doing for many years must satisfy all of the following criteria (the first twelve are about work, the last five are about where I live):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Low-stress/non-competitive.  I have had enough of stress and competition in school and college.  I am tired of having to prove myself in order to get recognition/admission/grant money/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Discrete, reasonable time requirements.  The work cannot require an unreasonable time commitment such that I am unable to lead a balanced, somewhat self-sufficient life.  Ideally it will be structured such that there is a clear delineation between work time and my own time, so that I do not feel pressured to work during my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Environmental benefit.  I will absolutely not work in a position that is harming the planet, and anything I do needs to make a noticeable difference in regard to improving the natural environment or our relation to our environment, ideally both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tangible product.  I need to be able to see what I have done, at least some of the time.  This rules out positions that produce only ideas or involve transfer of abstractions (e.g. banking).  My Arb guide was perhaps my best example of this, and I thoroughly enjoyed that project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Permanent or first-time product.  I do not enjoy fighting entropy.  Of course some maintenance is always necessary, but I do not want the majority of my work to be renewing something old that must be renewed on a regular basis (e.g. road construction).  There is no creativity in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Not in a category.  I do not want to fill a position that places me in a grouping of more-or-less interchangeable people all doing the same thing.  This criterion alone rules out ~90% of available work.  Basically this means I do not want to work for someone who hires me to do a specific thing, and who could hire anyone else with a similar skill set to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Variety.  This means either a variety of tasks or discrete projects, or perhaps the same task applied to situations sufficiently different.  At least some of the variety must be unpredictable.  A good way of ensuring unpredictable variety is to work outdoors part of the time, since the weather is ever-variable and provides interest to even the most repetitive work.  There is way too much repetitive labor in this world.  This includes, among my experiences, vegetation surveys and mint-packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Community.  The environment in which I work should be brought together by common interest and managed as a collaboration between all involved.  No bosses.  No employees.  At least not in the normal sense.  No hiring people simply because they possess a skill set.  Certainly different people will bring different skill sets, but the understanding must be that everyone has the capacity to be creative and to think for themselves.  Ideally, financial compensation will be equal for all or at least based on a criterion (such as seniority) that does not value one type of work more than another.  An ideal situation might be an intentional community united around a common goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Fair compensation for a meaningful contribution.  I am rather tired of being poor.  My needs have always been met, so I have been happy with little money, but I would like to be able to afford my own home and reliable, green equipment and appliances.  I would also like a little extra to set up a zero-impact energy system based on solar panels, batteries, and possibly hydrogen storage.  That all takes money.  I see money as society's payment to me for my services for society.  Therefore my services must be valuable enough to others that they feel satisfied paying me and do not feel that they are overcharged.  This means not being paid out of tax money (not working for the government or off of government-supported science grants) and contributing something to society that others find valuable and are willing to pay for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Non-repetitive travel.  There is very little that I enjoy more than plotting out a course to new territory and setting out to find it.  I also enjoy having a firm connection to a "home," so I don't want to be always on the road.  But I would like it if my life's work regularly took me to new and unfamiliar places, perhaps to teach something, to demonstrate or install something (alternative energy device?), or to collect data on something (not as good since I am not contributing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Intellectual challenge.  I enjoy thinking about problems and finding novel or optimal ways to solve them.  This needs to be balanced with hands-on work, so that I am not over-working my mind.  School and jobs related to school (e.g. professorships) provide intellectual challenge but without appropriate balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Outdoor work opportunity.  I will not take a job that involves working in an office/lab/factory/other building all day every day.  I have worked jobs that are outdoors all the time, and while I can do that I would prefer a balance.  If the work is mainly indoors, it should at least have frequent opportunities to step outside to maintain a sense of connection to the changes in the weather and the cycles of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  No cities.  I am not a fan of unnaturally large groupings of people, and I like to have my personal living space to garden, have bonfires, watch the stars, etc.  Working in a town or city is fine so long as I can get there from my home in a reasonable amount of time (half hour or less ideally), and my home is in a rural or semi-rural setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Progressive, environmentally-aware, spiritual culture.  I would like to live among others with similar ideas and lifestyles, in a community based on sustainability, trust and mutual respect.  This could be an island within a predominantly different culture (e.g. a neighborhood or intentional community), but ideally it will be a larger community.  The presence of others with similar spiritual beliefs would be a big plus, and open minds are a necessity.  There are a number of such communities across the U.S.  Many are in big cities where I would not choose to live, but there are quite a few small, progressive towns with farmers' markets, hippie-types, contra dances, community choirs/opportunities to make music together, bike commuters, etc.  The first ones that come to mind are Asheville (NC), Ithaca (NY), Boulder (CO), Eugene/Corvallis (OR), Bloomington (IN), and Santa Cruz (CA).  There are probably many more, including some small ones like Crested Butte (CO).  I suspect that more places will fit in this category as society moves in this direction (hopefully), but for now I am attracted to such places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  No oppressive heat.  I do not enjoy being outdoors in 90+ degree weather.  Folks in southern climes survive by living in air conditioned habitats.  I would rather not do that.  A few hot days are OK.  Phoenix is not.  I would prefer a climate without long winters devoid of life, but that is not a deal-breaker.  I still have a love for the experience of deep cold and windblown snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Rain.  I need to be surrounded by living things, and to be able to grow things.  I enjoy visiting deserts but not living in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Wilderness/natural areas nearby.  I need to be able to set out alone to undisturbed lands with no people, in order to reaffirm my connection to nature and to the energies of this planet.  That is, some would say, my version of going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how does my current situation stack up?  All five living situation criteria are satisfied.  That is good, and as expected since I chose this semi-rural spot on the edge of Corvallis precisely because it met those criteria.  #14 is only partially satisfied, since I would like to be more integrated into a community of like-minded folks.  #17 is also only partially satisfied, since I would prefer to have a natural area on my property (e.g. at the valley house) or a short walk away (e.g. the Arb), making it easy to visit these places daily or regularly.  I can envision a living situation I would like better than my present one, but it will probably have to wait until I have more money (#9).  For now, I am content where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my work, #3, 5, 6, and 11 are fully satisfied.  Given that we are so far from having a useful product, #3 is not always immediately evident.  #1, 2, 7, and 9 are partially satisfied.  The stress level is much lower here than at Carleton, but there are still expectations and professor-student inequalities. The time requirement is largely up to me, which is better than Carleton but will require time management skills to achieve a good balance. Most grad students work too many hours. #4, 8, 10, and 12 are not satisfied.  We may have a tangible product in the future, but it is at least a few years off. The other three will almost certainly not be realized as a grad student or worker in this field.  Hence my statement that I don't plan on doing lab work forever.  But at this point I can't say I have a good idea as to what sort of career would satisfy all of my criteria, and what steps I need to take to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-3758528217134897439?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/3758528217134897439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=3758528217134897439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/3758528217134897439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/3758528217134897439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/06/two-years-post-carleton-musings-on-life.html' title='Two years post-Carleton:  musings on life path and choices'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-1282646527244035512</id><published>2009-06-07T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:13:08.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on genetic engineering</title><content type='html'>Academia - for all its movement toward sustainability - remains steeped in the old model that nature can be reduced to objective phenomena and that, by including environmental harm among those phenomena and fitting the best computer model, we can achieve the greatest good for the greatest number.  It is interesting to see the options unfolding and to see that, while scientists tend to view them all as equally beneficial, I see some as perpetuating the model of big industry and corporate energy while others quite literally give power to the people.  Many who share my views do not believe that technology and complexity can solve our problems.  I disagree, but only in the case where technology creates something simple that does not require energy/technology to produce and sustain.  Genetic engineering has a unique potential in that regard, in that the end products are alive and can be grown indefinitely without need for technological input or knowledge.  Some see it as irresponsible to interfere with life in that way, and while I can understand their perspective given the ill-advised creation of herbicide resistance and the control of genetically engineered crops by large corporations, I also feel that the way forward must not continue to rely on menial production labor and raw-materials extraction, and that the only way around that is to take advantage of the self-constructing ability of living things.  So while others try to re-create photosynthesis using complex organic chemistry and rare-element catalysts, I maintain that living cells are the best answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-1282646527244035512?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/1282646527244035512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=1282646527244035512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/1282646527244035512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/1282646527244035512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/06/musings-on-genetic-engineering.html' title='Musings on genetic engineering'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-3859029561430709406</id><published>2009-06-06T21:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:36:21.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A speech worth reading</title><content type='html'>It's not too often that someone else says exactly what I would like to say better than I could say it, but my old friend Chelsey Huisman found this last week and sent it on to me.  It is a graduation address given this year at the University of Portland by activist Paul Hawken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charityfocus.org/blog/view.php?id=2077"&gt;http://www.charityfocus.org/blog/view.php?id=2077&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-3859029561430709406?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/3859029561430709406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=3859029561430709406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/3859029561430709406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/3859029561430709406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/06/speech-worth-reading.html' title='A speech worth reading'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-6012898262881649198</id><published>2009-05-14T23:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:33:43.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morels and Magnolias</title><content type='html'>Has it really been over a month since I updated this blog?  It certainly doesn't seem that long.  Weeks have been filled with reading up on recent research related to photosynthesis and hydrogen production, trying to zero in on some specific projects that I would like to focus on in my time at OSU.  Weekends have been filled with explorations and garden work - the garden is now mostly planted, with only tomatoes and a few other warm-season crops left to go in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, the four of us in my house drove across the Cascades to the Wizard Fire - an area that burned last fall.  We traveled in search of the elusive morel mushrooms, and while the mushrooms were good the pickers were out in force - about 25 people combing the area while we were there, with some commercial pickers systematically sweeping the forest floor to get enough to sell.  We tried to avoid the picked places, seeking out steep slopes far from the road, and even then we could not get away from footprints and cut morel stumps.  But we came home with 74 morels, most of them tiny - enough for one good meal.  On Sunday, I helped Ali set up transects near Marys Peak for his research, and we found copious quantities of oyster mushrooms.  Sadly, most of them had maggots, but there were enough good ones to add another wild mushroom flavor to our morel dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I plan to make a foray to another fire - this one down by Roseburg - to do some wilderness hiking and morel hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the magnolias, they are still blooming on campus, along with a complete rainbow of azaleas and rhododendrons.  In the woods we have bleeding hearts, trilliums, and pink calypso orchids.  This place really blooms in the spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-6012898262881649198?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/6012898262881649198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=6012898262881649198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6012898262881649198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6012898262881649198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/05/morels-and-magnolias.html' title='Morels and Magnolias'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-5377003770399558258</id><published>2009-04-12T22:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:52:55.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haulin' poo</title><content type='html'>I had two projects yesterday: cut and split the wood gathered earlier in the week and haul four loads of composted horse manure from our neighbor's stables to our garden beds.  We seem to have found plenty of uses for that little trailer I bought, and so far it has proven to be sturdy.  Ebba and Ali have agreed to help me paint the boards this spring if they can paint them bright hippie colors.  So it may soon be a hippie trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started attacking the mildew on our vinyl siding - a long but very satisfying project.  When it is finished I will post a before/after picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a delicious Easter meal of maple salmon (from me), stuffed mushrooms (Ali), and delicious Middle-Eastern rice (Ali).  I took one piece of salmon back after I found a parasitic worm in it - the deli man kindly threw in an extra piece for free along with my replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a fun potluck with grad students from botany, zoology, and other departments.  I may be one step closer to finding some friends outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/20090408-1.html"&gt;February-March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/20090408-2.html"&gt;Hot springs loop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/20090408-3.html"&gt;Whale watching&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/20090408-4.html"&gt;The road to Bend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/20090408-5.html"&gt;March-April around the house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or find them on my &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/"&gt;Photo Essays page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-5377003770399558258?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/5377003770399558258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=5377003770399558258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5377003770399558258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5377003770399558258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/04/haulin-poo.html' title='Haulin&apos; poo'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-3456655272860857727</id><published>2009-04-09T22:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:55:22.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No dice</title><content type='html'>I just learned that I didn't get the NSF scholarship I applied for.  Ali didn't either.  My friends Jenna and Liana from Carleton both got it - I sent them congratulatory notes.  Oh well, it's not like I really need it given my funding situation, but of course the extra income would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a number of website updates in the works - they should be up in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-3456655272860857727?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/3456655272860857727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=3456655272860857727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/3456655272860857727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/3456655272860857727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/04/no-dice.html' title='No dice'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-6094277354449718469</id><published>2009-03-05T23:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:18:29.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on the economy</title><content type='html'>People ask what I think of the stimulus bill.  I don't really have an  opinion, except that I would like to see the economic system fail to the  point where intelligent people stop trying to fix it and think about  redesigning it from the ground up.  We can "invent" money to throw at  the problem and build up a multi-trillion-dollar deficit, and all of  this seems very real, but ultimately we are just six billion living  beings trying to enjoy life, and the global recession has nothing to do  with anyone's ability to work, live, create, or experience - it is a  false, human creation that we all collectively believe in and that is  therefore capable of hurting lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fan of capitalism, in which human greed and the desires of  the rich are hidden beneath a thin veneer of the "land of opportunity."   I am equally not a fan of socialism, at least in the sense that it has  existed so far in the world, because with socialism a gigantic entity  (the government) determines salaries and exerts undue control in the  lives of everyone.  My preference might be called egalitarianism, in  that all people who contribute to society are guaranteed a comfortable  income, but not because the government says so - simply because those  who lead at a local level insist and believe that all occupations are  equally essential to the functioning of society and equally worthy of pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate problem with our economy - one that no stimulus bill will  ever fix - is that it long ago became divorced from its foundation as a  means of compensation for goods and services.  Since then it has grown  out of control, but with so many stakeholders banking on its continued  existence that no one will ever dare to question it unless it completely  collapses - which is why I am hoping that such a collapse occurs at some  point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen in a complete collapse?  This is my vision:  At some  point, people would awaken from the money trance and realize that  nothing has changed.   We still know how to grow corn, drive trains,  build cars, teach classes, offer counseling, fix power lines, and  whatever else is our occupation.  Someone in a position of authority  would then realize that they could insist that the system operate in the  absence of money.  And for a few magical days, everything in the world  would be free, and we would breathe a collective sigh in knowing that we  can all contribute to a functional society without credit, debt,  savings, IRAs, stock markets, and economists.  Of course this would not  last forever, and those economists would hold a giant meeting to discuss  a way to structure a system of monetary exchange that serves to maintain  equal exchange and trade while providing a firm link between necessity  and compensation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been strange to me that every step in technological  progress has proclaimed to make life better and easier, and yet we find  ourselves less happy and working more than pre-industrial societies.   Too much of this blame lies on a capitalist economy.  Take, for example,  a trip to the grocery store.  We all know that raising livestock can be  enjoyable, for some more than others, and we know equally well that most  livestock is grown on awful farms manned by immigrant workers and  packaged in awful plants manned by immigrant workers.  And we know that  truck drivers hauled the meat across the country, that ten people  scanned the barcode, and that stockboys put it on the shelf.  And we  know that every one of those people would rather be doing something else  - perhaps raising their own cattle or hiking in the mountains, or  sitting on the porch knitting sweaters for their children.  But they  need money, and in order to get it they have to choose from what society  makes available.  All of this because of money and its utter and  complete disconnect from anything human, emotional, sensory, or  ultimately important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a society in which it is a virtue to "create jobs," because  that will provide an opportunity for people to earn money.  Never mind  that they will have hardly any time to spend that money.  Does that not  seem like an utterly unintelligent idea?  Perhaps 1/3 of all work done  in the modern world is nonessential from the perspective of meeting  basic needs and desires.  We file papers that no one ever sees again.   We make new clothes and send perfectly good old clothes to the  landfill.  We hire lawyers to sue other lawyers to try to extract money  from somebody else.  We build TVs so that people can put one in every  room and replace them when they are five years old.  And we do this  because if people will buy it, it is good.  Such is the gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step back for a minute to examine the big picture.  We are all highly  evolved, intelligent animals inhabiting a beautiful planet.  We can't  seem to agree on why exactly we are here and whether we persist as  individual entities when we leave, but we universally desire to live our  lives in a manner consistent with that which we find meaningful.  As  curious creatures with ample gray matter, we have deduced most of the  laws by which the physical world operates, and we have devised plenty of  ways in which to improve upon the teepees of yore.  We live in houses,  we extract natural gas to heat the houses, we use electricity, we drink  beer, we sit at computers to connect to rest of the world.  Does this  fit in with a harmonious existence?  Well, plenty of folks enjoy  building houses, people enjoy working in the gas fields, linemen take  pride in maintaining the electrical grid, brewers love to brew, and  computer engineers and programmers generally love what they do.  So far,  so good.  But we do much more.  We buy what is cheapest at the grocery  store, we constantly find new clothes, we buy insurance, and we eat at  fast-food restaurants.  And in doing so, we choose to maintain a system  of underpaid workers in unpleasant jobs, often in distant places, when  the alternatives - buying local food, sewing or reusing clothes,  providing free health care to those who cannot pay, and cooking for  ourselves - are really not that different.  In fact, we could make all  of these changes and find that our lives were much the same, while many  other lives would be much improved.  Why, in all of our intelligence,  can we not collectively choose to make two very important changes: 1)  construct a financial system such that it is optimized when all needs  are met, not when all people work 40 hours a week (this might require  only 30 hours or less of work per person), and 2) Attach psychological  valuation to money such that it costs far more to pay someone to do an  onerous task than to do something they enjoy.  Some folks would still  choose to work in the sewers for a year or two, because these necessary,  onerous jobs would fetch the highest dollar, but most would find  themselves working less and doing more meaningful work, and all would  find that their quality of life, as measured by their ability to follow  their passions while having their needs met, would be improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, for me, is not about work.  Work is a necessary part of a physical  reality - something required to ensure that we have food, shelter, and  comfort - and I have never quite been happy about exactly how much work  this reality of ours requires.  Perhaps that will become less as  technology advances, as already much has been achieved.  But to require  that everyone work 40 hours a week through their most productive years  seems anathema to life, especially since so much of this work is  unnecessary.  We have created religions that claim to reward hard work  and diligence in this life with eternal pleasure in heaven.  This is  utterly asinine, as evidence for the existence of heaven is scant  outside of a large, highly overvalued book containing a collection of  mostly fabricated tales.  I have no desire for "eternal pleasure" in  spirit, where I cannot touch the earth, plant the seeds of a new garden,  and smell the fresh moss of spring that brings foretellings of fragrant  blooms and memories of awakenings, earthly and spiritual, that plant a  spring in my step.  Life, for me, is about raw, pure experience, and  nothing that society calls work - getting paid to carry out a task - has  ever provided that sort of experience for me.  I will do work, and I  have chosen my current line of work because I see promise in the potential  to work with plant life to power our needs, so that we might be able to  explore our beautiful planet and heat our homes without simultaneously  destroying our environment.  But even so, it is work, and I have no  desire to spend 40 hours a week in a lab, surveying birds, cutting  buckthorn, watching marmots, or doing anything I have ever done for pay  until I am 65 and can "retire," assuming I live that long.  I might  complain about having few friends, or feeling ill, or feeling anxious,  or having too much to do, but whenever I step outside and smell the  scent of the Earth, I am reminded why I love this life.  Life is not  some long suffering to be tolerated so that we might rejoice in spirit.  I believe that Spirit - the original conscious energy present before the Big Bang -  created life so that it might more fully engage with its own  creation, so that it might no longer look upon the universe as we might  upon a finished work of art, but instead become part of the universe,  feeling the heat from its stars, the wind upon its planets, the crash of  its thunder and the soft scent of new leaves.  And I, as an aspect of  that spirit, ask only that I may do such work as is truly of service to  society in return for the comforts that society furnishes to me.  And I  ask that when that work is completed, I am not expected to devote my  life to a task, an occupation, or a cause but am instead free to  experience the simple joys of existence on this, our chosen home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my perspective....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-6094277354449718469?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/6094277354449718469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=6094277354449718469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6094277354449718469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6094277354449718469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/03/musings-on-economy.html' title='Musings on the economy'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-2525548037052400674</id><published>2009-02-28T22:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:10:17.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds!</title><content type='html'>I put up two hanging feeders last weekend, and after a few days the birds found them.  Now I have a constant stream of visitors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much time to watch, so in perhaps 15 minutes total time I have seen at the feeders:&lt;br /&gt;Oregon Junco (many!)&lt;br /&gt;White-crowned Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;Golden-crowned Sparrow (first time I've seen this western relative of the White-crown)&lt;br /&gt;Song Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;House Finch&lt;br /&gt;Black-capped Chickadee&lt;br /&gt;Downy Woodpecker&lt;br /&gt;Red-shafted (Northern) Flicker&lt;br /&gt;Starlings (too many - they like my suet - but they are very pretty up close)&lt;br /&gt;Brewer's Blackbird&lt;br /&gt;Red-winged Blackbird (both blackbirds mixed in with the starlings)&lt;br /&gt;Western Scrub-jay (our version of the Blue Jay - no crest and darker blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for the first week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali and I worked on building seed-starting flats and a little greenhouse today, and I planted posts for a woodpile on the west side of our garage.  It's easy to dig deep holes in our soft, saturated clay soil, but below about 1.5 feet the holes start to fill with water and it becomes a race against inflow.  This also makes tamping rather difficult, since liquid muck doesn't pack.  I was surprised to find such a high water table - there must be an impermeable layer below that holds water near the top.  I also managed to do some schoolwork, but not as much as I hoped so I will plan on spending more time on that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chicks are doing well, though not all are growing at the same rate.  We had one "sneezing" chick from the beginning.  When it started to appear ill we separated it from the others, and it died a day later.  We are hoping that its affliction will not spread to the others, but so far they all seem healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-2525548037052400674?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/2525548037052400674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=2525548037052400674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/2525548037052400674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/2525548037052400674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/02/birds.html' title='Birds!'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-2755088411882122499</id><published>2009-02-23T20:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:48:49.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!  And Chicks!</title><content type='html'>People here claim that it is still winter, and in all reality not much has changed in the weather.  It doesn't drop to 24 degrees like it did on occasion in January - lows above freezing are more the norm now.  And our warm days have gotten just a bit warmer - 58.1 last Friday.  But with the longer days, nature is fast awakening, and we are now seeing the equivalent of about April 5th in Minnesota.  Crocuses are just starting to bloom, and some sweet-scented evergreen shrubs are blooming across town and perfuming the air.  Seeing as the spring season lasts through the end of May, I can only assume that this climate enjoys an extended spring - which I thoroughly look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at 0.61" of rain today, making this the rainiest day since New Years and possibly breaking what has been a "drought" winter here.  I say "drought" because even with below average rain the high humidity, clouds, fog, and cool temperatures keep the ground wet and the plants green in the absence of significant precip.  But plants here depend on soaking rains in the winter to get them through the almost rainless summer, so farmers are breathing a small sigh of relief today and will be happy to see the rains continue through the week as is currently predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chicks arrived yesterday - eight mixed-sex Cuckoo Marans, two Buff Orpington hens, two Black Star hens, and one "free gift" - which has feathered feet and appears to be a Silver-laced Cochin.  We ordered ten but they ship a few extra in case some die in shipping.  They are now happily peeping under a heat lamp in a large box in our entry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we set an illegal fire to burn the two large piles of blackberry brambles, tree prunings, old grape vines, and junk lumber in our backyard.  Our house effectively hid the fire from the road, but we still held our breath when a fire truck drove by (apparently called to a similar illegal fire a few blocks west).  Technically we aren't supposed to burn until March 1 (don't know why but it might be air quality issues with all the woodstoves in the winter).  But with the long dry spell about to end and the brushpiles sitting on our future garden plots, we decided to go for it.  I bought a used chainsaw two weeks ago, and after ordering and installing some parts finally made use of it in pruning and cutting out some small unwanted trees.  It subsequently developed a fuel line blockage and is now in the shop getting that looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with some chick feed, I bought some bird seed and a hanger pole and hung the two feeders that were left to us by the previous tenants.  So with luck I will soon attract in some of our local chickadees, juncos, and flickers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-2755088411882122499?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/2755088411882122499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=2755088411882122499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/2755088411882122499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/2755088411882122499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/02/spring-and-chicks.html' title='Spring!  And Chicks!'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-7406120744888447345</id><published>2009-02-16T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:14:49.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos posted</title><content type='html'>It's been continued unseasonably dry, with two beautiful days this past weekend. I just posted more photos at &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/20090216.html"&gt;http://www.luterra.com/essays/20090216.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-7406120744888447345?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/7406120744888447345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=7406120744888447345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/7406120744888447345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/7406120744888447345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/02/photos-posted.html' title='Photos posted'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-3057764415266766409</id><published>2009-02-12T21:05:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:22:25.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All for hot water (and a rooster)</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we were doing laundry when something smelled like burning plastic.  We assumed it was the belt on our old, got-it-for-free washing machine, so we didn't take much notice.  But the smell persisted, and soon we had no hot water.  We killed the power to the water heater and called the landlord, who came the next morning to discover that a water leak had caused a short and a small insulation fire inside.  He removed the offending melted plastic, rewired the circuit, and left.  After that we had hot water for the first minute after which it was merely warm.  And it still leaked.  So today the landlord returned and, in an uncharacteristic move, installed a new hot water heater.  When I got home Ebba had just returned from picking up our new rooster and complained that we had no hot water, as in no water coming out.  As it turns out, the landlord neglected to fill the tank before turning the power on.  I filled the tank, but the heater drew no power and heated no water.  So after considering calling the landlord again, I shut off the power, drained the tank, and pulled both heating elements.  The bottom one was shiny and new, but the top one was corroded and cracked, a victim of being heated in an empty tank.  After a trip to Home Depot and a $10, hopefully reimbursable purchase of an element, we now have hot water again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebba had quite an adventure with our new rooster, who was not particularly excited about being uprooted and quickly set off across the neighbors' land.  With some help from the neighbors, she finally got him corralled and into the coop, where he is now getting along quite well with our hens.  He is an Ameraucana, so now we can hatch our own purebred blue-egg-layers if we ever want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-3057764415266766409?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/3057764415266766409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=3057764415266766409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/3057764415266766409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/3057764415266766409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/02/all-for-hot-water-and-rooster.html' title='All for hot water (and a rooster)'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-853715711833576126</id><published>2009-02-09T17:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:07:50.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>United by weather</title><content type='html'>A very strong low-pressure system centered on Chamberlain, SD (barometer 28.96" there) is spiraling and sucking in air from 3/4 of the lower 48.  Minnesota, ahead of the system, is seeing rain, thunder, and 45 degrees, while Oregon, far on the backside, is seeing a cold day, beginning with ice and snow showers and ending clear, with a chilly northwest breeze.  It is not too often in the winter that Minnesota is warmer than Oregon, but this is one of those rare days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling much better, almost as if my fever never happened.  My test this morning went well, and now I have tonight to study for my Biosystems Modeling test tomorrow.  One problem with taking four classes is that tests come around too often...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-853715711833576126?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/853715711833576126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=853715711833576126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/853715711833576126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/853715711833576126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/02/united-by-weather.html' title='United by weather'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-5340939090960197674</id><published>2009-02-07T22:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:37:52.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever and rooster killing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I felt like I was getting sick, and when I went to be last night my temperature started rising, reaching 100.6 by morning and 101 later in the day.  I spent much of the first part of the day in bed, feeling extremely tired but otherwise not too miserable.  I'm not sure what I have - flu maybe? - but as of tonight my fever has mostly gone down and I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali followed through on his promise to kill our rooster today.  We were all much in favor given his constant crowing and attacks on anyone who ventured too near.  After several escapes, we managed to catch him, behead him, pluck him, and gut him.  Or rather Ali did these things while I spent most of the time in the house since my fever gave me chills whenever I ventured out.  We have him soaking in brine in our fridge at the moment, and we plan on inviting friends over and eating him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tests coming up on Monday and Tuesday, so tomorrow will be mostly a day of studying.  If I feel well, I may also squeeze in a trip up into the National Forest land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-5340939090960197674?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/5340939090960197674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=5340939090960197674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5340939090960197674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5340939090960197674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/02/fever-and-rooster-killing.html' title='Fever and rooster killing'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-4898928358878766939</id><published>2009-02-02T20:52:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:59:53.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright and clear</title><content type='html'>If this were Minnesota, today might rate a "7" on Ed's enjoyment index, if there were such a number.  Out here it is probably a "5", inasmuch as days like today can and do happen.  I am surprised by how much the weather feels like Minnesota - some of the same smells and the sounds of giant flocks of Canada geese overhead  - but it feels like late March or early April.  We started at a frosty, foggy 27 degrees this morning, but the fog burned off before noon revealing a cloudless sky, a light south breeze, and a high temperature of 53 degrees.  I came home early from school - postponing my work until this evening - to work in the garden.  Already I sense a quickening in the birds, the flocks overhead, and the plants - making it clear that we are now on the upswing toward spring and warmer days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-4898928358878766939?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/4898928358878766939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=4898928358878766939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/4898928358878766939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/4898928358878766939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/02/bright-and-clear.html' title='Bright and clear'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-2140581830025815174</id><published>2009-02-01T19:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:58:09.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry weather in January</title><content type='html'>We got only 2.77 inches of rain in January, about 40% of average.  Half of that fell on the New Years Day storm, so overall the month has been very dry.  Folks tell me that January averages two clear days and five partly cloudy days, with the remaining 24 days overcast.  This month we had 13 partly to mostly sunny days, including some perfectly clear such as yesterday.  An additional five days were foggy with clouds in the valley and sunshine in the mountains.  Some parts of the coast range saw 70 degrees (!), but here in the valley the inversions kept us cooler, and the clear nights often dropped into the 20s.  The month's high was 56.6 degrees, the low was 22.7 (though it got close to that on about five nights), and the average was 38.9, 0.5 degrees below the long-term average for January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog postings have fallen off recently - sorry to all who have been checking.  I have been busier this term with four classes and some work in the lab.  I think I will try to avoid spending much time in the lab for the rest of this term, since fitting it in seems to require late nights and long hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first weekend here I drove down to Eugene for a sing-along circle with Lily and some interesting folks and stayed for a contra dance and a night at Lost Valley.  I also brewed a batch of beer that should be ready in early March.  The next weekend - MLK day - Ali and I drove to the coast for an amazing clear 60-degree day on the beach, with the requisite stop at Rogue brewery in Newport.  The past two weekends I have been working around the yard, first attacking our overgrowing blackberries last weekend, then expanding the chicken run this weekend.  I bought a utility trailer in Sweet Home last weekend, and today I used it to haul a load of oak firewood that should keep us warm for the rest of the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-2140581830025815174?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/2140581830025815174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=2140581830025815174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/2140581830025815174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/2140581830025815174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/02/dry-weather-in-january.html' title='Dry weather in January'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-5434585366395011471</id><published>2009-01-08T00:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:24:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Corvallis</title><content type='html'>I have returned from my three-week journey to LA, Phoenix, and Minnesota. My trip report is now a new photo essay at &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/journey0809.html"&gt;http://www.luterra.com/essays/journey0809.html&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chickens are now laying eggs! They are small but delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts of the Washington Cascades are getting 10+ inches of rain, causing avalanches, landslides, and near-record floods. I-5 is flooded, as are all rail lines to Seattle.  Here in Corvallis we are south of the big rain, with occasional showers, south winds, and temperatures in the 50s (56 today!).  Starting Friday we are supposed to enter a stretch of clear, relatively warm weather. I will have to get out and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes will be more work this term, but they should also be more applicable to my interests, especially the genetics/biotechnology class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-5434585366395011471?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/5434585366395011471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=5434585366395011471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5434585366395011471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5434585366395011471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2009/01/back-in-corvallis.html' title='Back in Corvallis'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-9107192979907400285</id><published>2008-12-13T00:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:05:36.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instability in the Field</title><content type='html'>Today I drove the 85 miles to Breitenbush Hot Springs, where I relaxed in the beautifully-crafted pools as cold rain and snow pelted down.  I rather like the feeling of soaking in hot water in cold rain or snow - something I first discovered in Wyoming.  To be fair, the soaking is almost as pleasant at non-commercial springs that cost much less or are free.  So why go to Breitenbush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Food!  Amazing vegetarian meals served buffet-style every day.  Not exactly cheap at $11 each, but delicious!  I nearly bought a Breitenbush cookbook, but I found a book I wanted more and good recipes just weren't worth 20 bucks for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Serenity.  Other hot springs have all sorts of folks, from day-trippers in bathing suits to heavy smokers to creepy old men, and the atmosphere is that of a campground - diverse outdoorsy folks having fun.  At Breitenbush, everyone is naked in the springs, conversation is limited, and serenity is encouraged (silence is even mandatory at the hot "sacred pool").  This may have been magnified today since most folks were there for a weekend yoga workshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sustainability.  The springs is entirely off the grid.  Geothermal wells provide heat to all of the buildings and cabins, and a small on-site hydroelectric plant takes water from the Breitenbush River to provide all of the necessary electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Community.  A 60-member intentional community is based across the river and owns and operates the springs.  It is a fully autonomous small town with engineers to operate the physical plant, kitchen staff, healing/massage practitioners, administrators, etc.  The community remains somewhat isolated from the visitors, and I wish that I had a friend there as I do at Lost Valley so that I might have a chance to see more of the community and meet its members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effect of these things, and perhaps some conscious energy work, is to create a bubble within which fears, external instabilities, anxieties, etc. simply do not exist.  This bubble was particularly apparent today, since it felt like a day in which instability and uncertainty ruled the larger field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drive to Breitenbush was entirely in heavy rain, and as I climbed to 2500 feet it began to change to snow.  I arrived in a heavy fall of snow, but it quickly changed back to rain.  The rain continued steadily until the front arrived, at which point the wind picked up and the rain briefly stopped to be replaced by frequent heavy rain/snow showers.  When I left, the snow had made a small coating of slush, and the wind was blowing needles, twigs, small branches, and other debris from the trees.  I drove the first ten miles beneath a shower of tree debris, dodging the larger pieces, until I reached the highway.  From there the road was clear, but with occasional snow squalls accompanied by high winds that changed to heavy rain showers as I dropped lower.  As I reached the valley floor, the rain and wind stopped, and the instability seemed to have ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak of the instability because it extended beyond the weather.  At 5:30, just as the high winds were hitting, a bomb detonated at a bank south of Portland, killing a police officer and injuring the chief of police.  It seemed like a day on which disruption was likely, except perhaps at Breitenbush.  I sense a disturbance in the Force...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-9107192979907400285?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/9107192979907400285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=9107192979907400285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/9107192979907400285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/9107192979907400285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2008/12/instability-in-field.html' title='Instability in the Field'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-6429866313727451784</id><published>2008-12-11T17:52:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:03:01.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big storm approaching</title><content type='html'>I am now finished with my first term of graduate school!  In the next years my work will be less tied to class schedules, and the end of the term will mean less to me. But for now it feels like I am back in college, and it feels as good as ever to complete a term.  Since my last final yesterday, I have spent some time in our lab learning about our mass spectrometer and worked on developing my program of study.  Tomorrow I will be visiting Breitenbush Hot Springs - an intentional community/spiritual center/hot springs resort east of Salem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major storm is scheduled for tomorrow, with blizzard warnings and winter storm warnings covering all of the Cascades and coast mountains.  They are predicting 2-3 feet of snow and winds to 75 mph in the high mountains, followed by a rare intrusion of arctic air that will bring snow to the valley floor on Sunday and lows down to 13 degrees, the coldest since 2004.  It looks like Minnesota will be seeing the same storm on Sunday followed by cold, and I shouldn't complain since the "cold" predicted in Minnesota is 9 below zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved the chicken enclosure today to give them some new grass.  Our rooster has now come of age, and he is constantly mounting our hens.  Now if only our hens would reach their chicken-puberty and start dropping edibles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-6429866313727451784?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/6429866313727451784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=6429866313727451784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6429866313727451784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6429866313727451784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2008/12/big-storm-approaching.html' title='Big storm approaching'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-6984409097700871710</id><published>2008-12-06T10:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:55:27.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny days, cold nights, and approaching finals</title><content type='html'>The past three days here have been completely cloudless - quite unusual in this winter-rainy climate.  With no fog or clouds at night, the temperature is free to drop down to 26.3 - our coldest of the season.  Now I realize that 26.3 is approximately the average high in Minnesota this time of year, but out here in our uninsulated house, 26 is the equivalent of zero in Minnesota, and we have been alternating our alarms to keep the fire burning all night (otherwise we would wake up to a 50-degree house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a differential equations final on Monday, biochemistry on Tuesday, and physics on Wednesday (at 7:30 am!).  I feel pretty good about physics and math, so most of my studying will be for biochem. Today I am going to help Liz construct a metal-free hydrochloric acid feed for our bioreactor and also study some biochem.  And probably go to the contra dance tonight as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-6984409097700871710?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/6984409097700871710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=6984409097700871710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6984409097700871710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/6984409097700871710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2008/12/sunny-days-cold-nights-and-approaching.html' title='Sunny days, cold nights, and approaching finals'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-5755687803826527306</id><published>2008-12-02T00:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:17:55.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henboxes, hot springs, and high places</title><content type='html'>It is 50 degrees here as I write this at midnight, with a stiff wind from the south.  A bit of rain today after a clear morning.  November finished two degrees above average, with precipitation about 75% of normal. After nearly continuous rain for the first 12 days, the skies cleared, and we had only one rainy day for the rest of the month. Rather unusual for here, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just posted a new photo essay with pictures of our henbox project, another Marys Peak sunset, Thanksgiving with the Roseburg family, and camping in the Cascades on the way back north. Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/umpqua2008.html"&gt;http://www.luterra.com/essays/umpqua2008.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-5755687803826527306?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/5755687803826527306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=5755687803826527306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5755687803826527306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5755687803826527306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2008/12/henboxes-hot-springs-and-high-places.html' title='Henboxes, hot springs, and high places'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-5421997275677660083</id><published>2008-11-25T01:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:20:56.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold days and inversion fog</title><content type='html'>The past week has been mostly dry - unusual for November here - but while the coast and the mountains have been seeing relatively warm, clear days, here in the Willamette valley we are lucky to top out at 45 degrees and to see the sun for two hours around 2 pm after the fog breaks and before the next fog forms.  With no wind to speak of, cold moist air sinks into the valley and stays put, keeping us foggy for 18 hours of every day.  Even so, I still prefer cool, foggy, and green to Minnesota's cold, clear, and white/brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longer post tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-5421997275677660083?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/5421997275677660083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=5421997275677660083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5421997275677660083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/5421997275677660083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2008/11/cold-days-and-inversion-fog.html' title='Cold days and inversion fog'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184741065985147906.post-2334328617797462418</id><published>2008-11-16T22:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:22:51.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful days, old-growth explorations</title><content type='html'>Stories and photos &lt;a href="http://www.luterra.com/essays/coast1108.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184741065985147906-2334328617797462418?l=www.luterra.com%2Fmusings'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/2334328617797462418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184741065985147906&amp;postID=2334328617797462418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/2334328617797462418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184741065985147906/posts/default/2334328617797462418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.luterra.com/musings/2008/11/beautiful-days-old-growth-explorations.html' title='Beautiful days, old-growth explorations'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16052530288663908959'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>