Monthly Archives: November 2016

America

The country I love.

I implore you, do the right thing tomorrow.

This is the alternative:

As a rational human being who does not subscribe to bigotry, racism, anti-Semitism, misogyny, sexual predation, serial fraud, bullying, support of our enemies, a complete lack of empathy, mocking of the disabled, nuclear proliferation, complete ignorance of basic economics, denigration of our military and a host of other evils, there really is no choice, making things rather easy tomorrow. Vote.

Note: The images of beautiful America, a nation which has been my home since 1977, are from the very region which gave us independence and universal suffrage. They were snapped at my son’s school in western Massachusetts, Northfield Mount Hermon, and nearby Brattleboro, Vermont where I stayed the night during his recent Parents’ Weekend. There are 48 more states, each as special in its own way.

Electricity and magic

One and the same.

As a mechanical engineering graduate I have long believed electricity to be magic and hence have trusted it not one bit. This translates into a sense of fear and foreboding when doing electrical work. Indeed, it’s a matter of not inconsiderable satisfaction that my old motorbike has not one electronic component. The closest it gets is four relays (horn, headlight, starter, blinkers) and those are very simple electromagnetic devices. Even I can understand how they function and on one occasion I even opened one up to clean out the contact corrosion and restore proper function. The idea of having a low current switch a big one is supreme in its elegance.

But, today was electricity day. The Cox Cable senior tech finally showed up to meet their contractual commitment of 150mbs internet speed, of which 120mbs, or 80%, is ‘guaranteed’. As I believe the cable companies have the morality of a whore, I always hold their feet to the fire on this. After all, I’m paying for the privilege. Turns out the tech was absolutely top notch, we really struck it off, he gave me a newer modem at no charge and refused a tip! A thoroughly good egg. After three hours of careful, analytical labor we (errr …. he) came up with this:

Now that is blitzkrieg fast. A happy side result is that I learned that the home is wired for optical fiber at the street ‘pedestal’, so to get 1,000mbs (which I do not need) it’s a matter of running the ‘last 20 yards’ of fiber, replacing the stock copper. Nice to know. Doubtless when my son drops by and wants to game while simultaneously 3D printing, I will have to upgrade. He has this nasty habit of checking internet speed every place he visits …. the apple does not fall far from the tree.

But the truly heroic work, with due obeisance paid to maybe the greatest physicist ever (Einstein had his picture on the wall) James Clark Maxwell, was mine. When Maxwell was not taking the world’s first color picture, he was ruminating on the origin of electromagnetism and like Einstein with his gravitational waves, never saw his theories put into practice during his lifetime. He conceptualized all of this on paper, much as Einstein did and if one is not breathless at the sheer genius of this conception then he is not a well formed human being. This is Pure Thinking at its very finest.

The object of my tinkering was two pairs of 3-way switches (either works the lights), one pair at the ends of a long, dark corridor, the other at the ends of an even darker laundry room, the latter approached through that corridor or from the garage. Each has the traveler groping for the light switch and neither installation discloses one iota of ergonomic thinking. For each pair, I noted that one switch is in line-of-sight of the other. Change one of the two to a motion sensor switch and disable the now useless other and you have the right solution. The wiring of three way switches is an elegant construct, and it was a matter of moments to disable the “three-way” feature, replacing one switch with a Lutron motion sensor, the other with a blanking plate. The Lutron can be set up as either an occupancy switch (goes on with motion, off without, after a selectable time delay) or as a daylight sensitive device which turns lights off when it senses light. All of this for $20. Maxwell would be proud.

After figuring out the breaker box and powering off (unlabelled breaker boxes drive me up the wall almost as much as crude felt tip pen scrawls inside them – another project), thus avoiding beating the world high jump record from a stationary position, the hour of research was rewarded by a 5 minute intallation time per switch. Now as you approach the corridor or laundry room from either direction the very sensitive sensor in each turns the lights on, leaving them on for a minute (or whatever you elect), powering down if no motion is detected. Of course your $20 gets you user adjustable sensitivity into the bargain.

The number of technologies involved in this – yes – magic is mind numbing to contemplate, and the result is deeply satisfying for one always obsessed with ergonomics (a major at college a while back!). My occupational psychology prof (we call it ‘ergonomics’ today), Professor Alec Rodger, once had himself locked up in Brixton Prison for 6 months to study the interaction of the incarcerated with their environment. Alec was very much the Real Thing. In WW2 he worked on the design of tank mechanisms, focusing on the best design in highly stressful environments. I loved that man. The doyen of occupational psychology. We five students would gather in his beautiful Georgian mansion across from the UCL School of Engineering, seated happily on his rug while he served tea and scones of his own making. I don’t recall ever being happier at school. Admitting to graduation at the top of my class is not boastful. With such a mentor it was inevitable. The subject has fascinated me ever since and no day passes when I do not remark on a good (or bad – mostly bad) piece of machine design.

The ne plus ultra of ergonomic design, the Leica M2 is the very acme of what I am writing about. Can you wonder I loved it so? It remains the most perfect machine I have used.

Enough rambling. Bottom line? You walk down the corridor and the lights come on, and you cannot forget to turn them off! Thank you, Mr. Maxwell.

T.

The Welder

A master craftsman at work.

One of the perils of moving is breakage and it’s something which invariably seems to find my 1975 BMW motorcycle the victim. This time it was the center stand tang, which is a small steel protrusion used to deploy and stow the centerstand.

Given a choice between using the side stand, easily deployed, and the center stand, almost as easy with these light, well balanced machines, most riders will opt for the latter as it’s more stable and prevents oil dribbling down past the piston rings into the head, avoiding a smoky, polluting start. On hot asphalt the center stand distributes the load over a far larger area, and once you have seen your machine gently tip over as the asphalt gives way, you will understand. Don’t ask, the pain – now 20 years old – remains.

The protruding tang, then, makes it easy for the seated rider to deploy the center stand to its down position, whereupon he dismounts, puts his foot on the big plate you see below, and gently rocks the 500 lbs. of German alloys and steels onto the center stand. While I was away when my machine was delivered to Scottsdale, evidently the mover used the tang as a load bearing point, placing a foot on it while rocking the machine back. Snap!


The tang, snapped off.

A call to the mobile welding shop saw Jeff the owner and Donny the welder turn up with their beautiful Miller MIG portable welding rig. We take welds for granted yet our world could not exist without them. Every vehicle, fence, gate, door – you name it – is replete with them. The process used here, MIG or Metal Inert Gas welding, is exactly what it says. The welding torch feeds a line of steel through its tip whose burning gases expel oxygen at the point of contact making for a properly melted junction, free of impurities which would threaten integrity.

While Jeff is a Harley man, which is the default for most riders here in AZ where helmets are not mandated (testimony to the contents between most Harley riders’ ears) Donny the welder turned out be a BMW man himself, which makes for a better weld!


The fire of the sun. Way to go, Donny! Not a good idea to stare at this arc too long.

I learned a lot from Donny about tuning motors and shared with him my passion for the old BMW airhead twins. A good time was had by all and now I can again easily deploy and retract my center stand from the seat.


The job completed, new paint applied.

iPhone6 snaps.