too much map, not enough nap

all lab work and no biking make ranae go something something.......
oh, and make neat maps too.

map 1: My test subjects had to draw a 'safe' backcountry route from points A-B (obscured) through avalance terrain.
They did this 3 times (in b/w other activities).
This map displays the distribution of their 1st attempt .
Yellow polygons= loaded areas; Blue= avalanche paths; Red= terrain traps
Some of them obviously didn't try or are really, really out to lunch.

map 2: Location of all terrain hazards (loaded areas, avalanche paths, and terrain traps) overlain onto a density map of the routes in map 1

map 3: Terrain trap polygons overlain onto a density map of user's 1st routes. The yellow line is the actual route you should take from A-B (drawn by one of the avalanche experts I worked with). They averaged hitting 2 traps, which itself isn't too bad. However, hazards often overlap which leads to a higher risk of initiating an avalanche.

Ranae's overlapping days and nights of work also contribute to an increased risk of becoming even more lame.
on that note, now i must decide if i should go home to bed or the brickhouse for a nitecap....hmmm......

hippitty hoppity floppity

My ears are gravitationally challenged.

Still though, not bad for the first of what I hope is a series of bike helmet hats inspired by White from Tekkonkinkreet. This one will debut at the Egg Hunt alley cat next sunday just gotta get the ears to stand tall by then. Lucky me, I can't sleep. Instead of working towards two deadlines I have Monday this bunny hat is the witching hour's top priority. The ears themselves are sturdy as hell...perhaps too sturdy...they're reinforced with cardboard and wire, which makes 'em kinda heavy. I think I'm going to run wire down out of the ears and secure it into the base of the hat.
If you got a better idea, suggestions are most welcome.

Making the grade

And this student's map doesn't really make good art either.
Crap like this makes a TA laugh and groan at the same time.
Map Quality: F
Lab Mate Quality: A+

This map is what happens when that aforementioned academic geeeeenius actually graduates because the educational standards at SFU are so low and he gets hired somewhere.
Although the absence of information in this map makes it into neat abstract-nerd art it is still useless and uninformative .
Grade= D

Any map that involves POOP is gonna grab my attention. But what does the east half of N. America, plants, and poop have in common? This maps sure isn't solving the mystery. Unfortunately, awesome subject matter still can't make up for what a shitty map this is.
I'd give this map an F but they get bonus points for writing POOP really large on it
Grade: D

Fucking Genius.
Possibly the best use of a GIS I've ever seen and a one of the many reasons this world needs map nerds.
A fucking +

a biker is born

Today (Thursday) was new niece day. Audrey Scarlett Macleod arrived at 4:55am. Scarlett is my mothers maiden name and I'm all warm and fuzzy that Robyn chose to use it, as is my mom.
The wee one measured 6lb 14oz, 18.5 in; exactly like me. I'm hoping that we continue to have more in common as she grows up. I see her arrival on Denny's 35th b-day, which we celebrated through cookies, booze, and a bike ride a very promising omen. I can't wait to meet her.

M.I.A

To all my friends: I'm not ignoring you. I'm just really lame right now.

Why? The usual suspects: my new job + trying to finish my thesis + Frances + life in general.

You can find me during the day in 7217 TASC1 drawing on pictures of glaciers or late nite in 6121 RCB making maps and playing with #'s. The late nites aren't so bad...I really do love data analysis. Figuring out what the data is telling you + good music = pretty rad. More sleep and bike rides would be nice tho. I keep telling myself that pain now means I gain my life back in the summer...bike rides, movies, breakfast in the yard......and so much more.

Staying as sane as I'll ever be through Sunday nite potlucks, Wednesday Catan games, playing with Frances, and late nite study dates (avec donuts). Lookin' forward to seeing all y'all a lot more once I get this damn monkey off my back.
Oh and FYI- my defense will include a keg of the geeenius, courtesy of yours truly.
Momentous occasions warrant such extravagance.

alive and eating donuts

Duffin's donut tonic will cure what ails you. Well, it may not cure it but non-peer reviewed empirical testing suggests that donut consumption is a significant sign of recovery.

That's right, I'm finally back to the land of the living after 2 solid weeks of bronchitis. Not only did i have a throat full of knives, and asthmatic lungs of swiss cheese, but I lost my voice for a few days. I'm gonna state the obvious here and say that I talk a lot; being unable to communicate easily (i could whisper a bit) was, at times, very frustrating. But it really wasn't as bad as I feared. Marlo and Adam came by to hang out with me and as mar-mar put it 'see what it's like when ranae can't talk'.

My silence made me more aware of how much my interactions with Frances depend on verbal communication. I can admit that I talk to my dog a lot; she's a good listener. She is also extremely sensitive to tone of voice. A southern inflected, stern "Frances Jellybean"is all you need for her obedience. I think I need to read more about learning and emotions in dogs.

Speaking of learning: I discovered, by way of an amazing sick nurse, that Aloe Vera juice is not only a good mixer with vodka but oh-so-soothing for a sore throat.
I encourage you to try it.....for both.

musing of a fevered mind

Sick in bed with a cold waxing nostalgic about game shows gone by. I sure do miss going to my grammy's house, having chicken noodle soup, and taking my most important medication- one game show per half hour as needed. Reality TV just doesn't compare.

Looking back I realize that I manged to juggle a healthy amount of playing outside with A LOT of TV game shows. Sick days, which I unfortunately had a lot of growing up, included at different times: Let's make a deal, The Joker's Wild, The Price is Right, Press Your Luck, Concentration, Double Dare, and later on Remote Control.

I love TPIR so much that I actually flew to LA for only 1.5 days in July 2006 to attend a taping of the show. Sadly my destiny was thwarted (by my unwholsome looking tattoos) and I never made it on stage. I did get to ask Bob a question (what kind of dog do you have?) then promptly forgot his answer in my excitement. I also scored an aisle seat so I got to Hi-Five all the lucky dogs as they ran down to contestants row. You can see me jumping up and down a few times during the show. I have a copy of it if anyone ever wants to see my game show glory days.

Concentration was my other favourite and in retrospect I can see why; it actually had an educational component. Contestants had to solve rebus puzzles, which are a type of word puzzle. They use pictures to represent words and pictograms for syllabic sounds, which are combined with letters to form codes. Here's one I made, a free beer goes to the first person who solves it:

Occupational hazards

Can't stop working, bear will eat me.

Catching up on sleep and work after an epic weekend adventure in Portland for Mini Bike Winter V. Stay tuned for details and photos.....

pittsburgh, I love you

Got the 'burgh on my mind lately. Here is my blog ode to Pittsburgh:

Why my transient heart is still black and gold:
*446 bridges in 151 km2
*raddest bridge name ever: Hot Metal Bridge
*aka:Roboburgh
*2nd steepest topography of a US city: 712 sets of stairs; many sidewalks are staircases and the steepest street has a 37% grade
*polka and pierogies: lots of 'em, which makes sense when we are the third largest Croat town, after Zagreb and Split
*pittsburghese, yinz jagoffs
*we don't take no shit dating back to 1776: Western PA lobbied to become the 14th state: Westsylvania (so piss off philly with you're pennsyltucky crap)
*regional alcoholism has a long history: the whiskey rebellion
*dean martin, george romero, andy warhol, flashdance
*Largest Zombie walk ever and birthplace of the Great Guinness Toast
*the city's got heart.....a blue-collar town with a soft spot for underdogs

this science is cool.

I don't want to sound like a queer or nothing but I think glaciers are kick ass.
My job is rad. I spent the day listening to music while looking at glaciers in 3D. I am currently mapping the extent of the Little Ice Age in Glacier National Park using aerial photos and will calculate volume loss + other stuff later as part of a project for the WC2N and CNHR.
Sweet jesus did I miss glaciers.
It feels good to be home again.

Hitler's Escape

The Effort:

• Walking 1/2 way down the mtn to my truck (parked at horizons) with 3 + the bean

• getting a jump b/c i'm a tard and left the lights on...again (I carry jumper cables for a reason)

• dealing with one douche bag whose battery was invisible. his penchant for sketchy donuts delayed jumping effort #2

• getting another dude to give us a jump

• chaining up 'cause my truck is shit in the snow
  

The Payoff:

Avoiding this: Snow strands hundreds at SFU

snow caused white-out conditions at the Burnaby campus and prevented TransLink buses from climbing the mountain.Between 1,500 and 2,000 students were still on campus at about 8:30 p.m. Wednesday, four hours after TransLink cancelled bus service to the Burnaby university.

bikesinside!

Hell of a bike weekend. I'm still tired.
This weekend featured the RAD ride and BikesInside! Several beloved bikers blew into town for it including Jake from pgh and Jeremy from MT. The Alley Clowns took to tall & mini tall bikes for a performance ride, which included the poetic prowess of the fossilosopher lee and a dancing to keep warm. Ended with cake, gang signs, beer, and beats at gallery gachet then a frosty ride home.

Missed most of the sunny saturday afternoon 'cause I was finishing my bear and clown costumes. This little clown couldn't have pulled it off without help from jake and robin. xoxoxoxo to you both.

The evening was so much fun that it passed in a blur. The Jakana fashion show was A-mazing. Rev Phil presided over several footdown derbies, which segued into a continuous circus maximus of minibikes. it's ridiculous how much fun it is to repeatedly ride/chase people on minibikes in a circle. The Alley Clowns debut was mayham, as it should have been. Dingo from portland made my night when he gave me his clown blessing and put my face on for me. Our secret bear-ninja-cowboy skit ended a bit prematurely due to crown participation/excitement, which was rad. Nix and I sleuthed out all the shit eaters with help from the poo bucket and maitland survived the minibike of death (cue 'oooohhhh' sound). Not as many attendees as velomutations but definitely more dance party action.
Like I said, a hell of a bike weekend.

stupid hippies

building a university on top of a mountain was a really dumb idea.
SFU is what happens when you let a bunch of stoned hippies plan things.
however, refusing to respond to the repercussions of that decision is just fucking stupid.
what's their excuse now?

bricolage

weed grinder? nope. seed grinder.

In the middle of preparing my contribution to an Ethiopian potluck I found myself in need of crushed coriander, cardamom, and allspice.
My dilemma: I only had whole seeds and my mortar and pestle shit the bed a while back.
Solution: pull a MacGyver.
The result: tasty.

i loved MacGyver as a kid and I think 'jury rigging' is one of my few skills. The ability to 'MacGyver' things is, in my opinion, a dying art. I've taught Intro to Geography lab several times during my grad career and have seen a complete lack of problem solving skills in my students. In my opinion it's pervasive and I think it's related to our 'ready made' society and the disappearance of 'blue collar' families. Most items come pre-assembled from somewhere else; kids don't see things being made anymore. Things seem to have always existed as they see them now. The concept of 'process' is absent. Also material goods are disgustingly convienent and cheap; In the past, poor families were forced to repair things. Nowadays if something breaks most people call a specialist or buy a replacement. Rarely do people try to fix it themselves. The end results is that 'Jack of all trades' types like my dad are an endangered species. Their skills, resourcefulness, inventiveness, and industriousness, are dying with them to the detriment of us all.
I can't help but worry about the future when the future can't figure out which way a river is flowing on a topographic map or how to measure the length of something that isn't straight.

midnight oil

I've started taking photos of myself wherever I go to write my thesis. I like the idea of documenting my progression, as seen in my face and surroundings, throughout the final stages. Perhaps I'll compile them into some sort of Flash-based flip book after it's all over. What can I say I'm a big fan of 'change over time'.Saturday evening's writing locale:
the best damn diner booth in town until 2:36am.
And we actually studied; didn't just sit there chitchatting with our computers open. It's no secret that I'm a nerd but even I get surprised by how much fun it can be to stay up working late with a friend.

Back to Hotel Manitoba and it's many treasures........ I'm happy that the residents know that only the blast furnaces of Pittsburgh could mend Thor's might hammer. Of course that's a no-brainer to any 'burger.Wrapped up the evening with well-earned cartoon time and a then an icy ride home to a delicious 4am sandwich. Stu and I agreed that if we had been left to our own designs we probably would have ended up going out or going to bed instead. I vote for more study dates. Anyone else?
oh, and I think i need to post more often.
don't want to steal any 3-photo-thunder.

Vitamin D!

January sunshine makes everyone in this town smile. Gives this city, which possesses so much natural beauty but suffers a serious lack of human warmth, an almost friendly disposition. Spent as much time as possible on my bike, in the sun, and in the company of good folks the past few days. Today included an 9.5km ride to New Brighton Beach with Frances; our longest adventure yet. The Alley clowns took a field trip on Sunday to see C!RCA perform '46 circus acts in 45 minutes'. Left amazed and with our heads full of clowning ideas. Felt fortunate as I ended a fine day with the weekly bike potluck and a brisk ride back home in the midst of a bike posse.
It seems that coffee shops are the secret to me finishing this thesis. Having no internet and constant movement around helps me focus. Setting daily rewards helps too. I earned a trip to the Brickhouse after working til 11pm on Friday. I guess I'm a nerd but it felt good to work late. Current writing music: Ratatat, the Beta Band, Menomena

Breakin' habits

A brisk and moderately sober ride home from the brickhouse tonight has me wide awake. I like how cold nights change my attitude towards the Adnac hill from potential asthma attack to harbinger of blood flow and body heat. Props go to Peter the barkeep for the evening's visual entertainment.

meringue

Ooooooh yea, I'd jump into a giant version of that. Then I'd sit in it and drink a Guinness, preferably with friends. Meringue's texture results from beating egg whites, which causes some of the hydrogen bonds in the proteins to break, making the protein's structure unfold. There is debate over who invented this textural wonder. Some attribute meringue to an Italian living in Meiringen in the 18th century while others credit Lady Fettiplace for it in 1604. Her recipe book, compiled at a time when literacy was uncommon among women, preserved many traditional English dishes as well as one for 'white bisket bread'.

salary!

Gale force winds hit Vancouver today and blew in a my first Macbook AND a great deal on this jacket. A complete lack of buyers remorse since I ordered the Mac. The timing is rather ironic as I also signed my first real J.O.B contract today. Salary, benefits, dog-friendly lab space, control over shoes and clothing, and the reduction of student loan debt. Getting payed fo' real starting Feb. 1st. Not only will I begin mapping glacier loss in Glacier National Park, BC due to climate change but I will make my clown crew debut at Bikesinside! work. fun. fun work. Yee-haw.

tuff

A friend recently wrote to me:
"what doesn't kill you makes you stonger".

Here's a list of things that have tried to kill me:

*severe croup
*asthma
*hundsknubel ski hill in Soerenberg. it broke my face.
*a brown recluse/gangrene
*driving while narcoleptic
*my first canadian roomate

Sometimes I wish I still had a ringer T-shirt I gave to Angela the first time I left Knoxville. I could use the reminder sometimes. I should add it to the list of shirts I need to screen/make.

It simply said "TUFF" in blue fuzzy letters.

Oh yea, did you notice one of those cows is a Nazi?

flight of the bmx mini tall bike

Just got back from the MC3 ride, which was fittingly my first real ride on the mini tall . The rain held off and it was a lovely night for a ride. I'm pretty pleased with how she rode and feel like I've finally bonded with this bike. I was a bit apprehensive about the coaster brakes but they were fine. The steering is a bit twitchy but that is to be expected with a fork that steep, not to mention that the front wheel needs to lose the chunky tire. Overall it's a relaxed riding position; just need some grips and longer cranks to straighten out my legs a bit. Many thanks to Jim and Sailor who did a fine job guiding my creation.

On the subject of legs though, I'm pretty proud of mine tonight. I was asking for bets as to where on Adnac I would have to dismount and walk her up the hill. I couldn't believe it when I passed a girl on a road bike, made it up to Commercial, and then all the way home. These lil legs of mine are tougher than I thought.

As for aesthetics, I'm still not sure if she'll get the rattle can treatment or not. The general consensus is that 'pink and black are hot'. Not being a huge fan of pink, I'm thinking dark, sparkly purple and gold would look pretty rad and compliment the leaopard print seat well. And of course, I'm in love with my molocules. I drilled apart some cog sets to fashion a slightly abstracted inosilicate structure across the monkey bars, which just so happens to match part of my forearm tattoo.

You can take the nerd out of her lab but you can't take the nerd outta the biker.

streets of (almost) doom

Just got back from a surprisingly pleasant rainy bike ride.
Had a few close calls though:
1. Barely avoided the hood of a VW doing a last minute U-turn on Adanac
2. Ran over cleverly disguised glass and miraculously avoided a flat
3. Almost got hit by an undercover SUV on Comox

Back to the positive though, this was my first excursion with a pair of MEC CyclPad Gloves. I bought them having heard mixed reviews but found them to be surprisingly warm although not waterproof. There is a good thread on Fixed Van about gear for winter riding. Adequate rain gear, 3 yrs of getting used to this weather, and being on my bike goes a long way to making this weather more enjoyable. Was tempted to head back out for midnight mass but I gotta be a nerd and burn some midnight oil on the thesis instead. Hopefully a trade off for the MC3 ride tomorrow.
The end is nigh though. Will be the first ride with the new mini-tall. But that's a topic for another post.

Vancouver winter fashion

It's raining cats and dogs out there. So much so that I couldn't coax Frances off the porch to pee. Putting her coat on usually gets her out there but not today. She got as far as hiding under the table in the yard, flashing me a pathetic look, and promptly running back for the door. Luckily we clocked an hour of quality romping with her pal Pica earlier during a break in the deluge. Time for me to suit up and head out there on my bike. Days like these will make those sunny summer days all the more wonderful when they come around again.

when geologists chitchat

You have to love when a conversation about whether or not to go snowboarding tomorrow evening breaks down into a discussion on adiabtic lapse rates.

The Problem: With a high of 8c (low 6c) in Vancouver, will it be rainy or snowy on Seymour? Sure you can check the alpine forecast via their website but the scientist in me likes to do my own calculations.

The Math: Temperature lapse rates vary depending on the source of a frontal system, however it is safe to assume a MALR of -6c/1000m. The upper runs max out at 1200m and the lower runs sit between 1020-900m.

The Conclusion: No go.

The freezing level should be up around Mystery peak dumping unwanted rain onto those powdery, jib-friendly slopes. Pass holders may not care but I grew up on the Ice Coast and now I'm an unapologetic snob re: snow conditions.

FYI: Vancouver receives 80-90% of it's avg 1,219 mm of precip b/w Oct-April.
WoW.

technology: screwed by a pooch?

Stu showed up in my lab today with this gift from a friend. I'm not one for conspicuous consumption but for a moment I was tempted to think that a humping dog USB key was a fine example of function blended with crass form. But Fido here is just a tease...stick him in and he humps endlessly but is shooting blanks, so to speak.

The flip side depicts a rather distrubing robot cock dog. I would love to know what he's saying. anyone out there able to decipher?
creative translations welcome.

do what now?

Working on my budding juggling skills and it turns out that the guys in my practice CD-ROM are not only pro-jugglers but yo-yo masters as well. For several, it's their only job. rad. A quick youtube search offered up this amazing video. Good beats and ridiculous tricks.
And not surprisingly, asians are doing the fuck out of it.

square one

been wanting to stretch these lobes for a long time but it was always low on my list of potential monetary expenditures. thanks to Nathan's DIY know-how and resources I've got a new project for 2008. how big will i go? guess time will tell.

ohmygodohmygodohmygod

it ain't a recipe for happiness pie but fun jell looks like the secret ingredient to vancouver's 1st food sittin' party*.
stay tuned this summer for details......
*NOT to be confused with a WAM party.
(Sluts are not included with purchase of fun jell)

rats

happy new years all. so far it's starting off tired.
Was a year of extremes for me.....had some of the best days (and summer) of my life along with some of the worst. Learned a lot though and hoping to put hard won lessons to good use in 2008. Some 2007 Highlights:
*travels to missoula, the kootenays, Golden, all girl camping @ baker
*good friends (old and new)
*my new road bike and a shit ton of rad bike rides and events
*amazing powder days
*finally getting data
*sitting in my yard eating b-fast on sunny mornings
*being open to love (unfortunately that means being open to heartbreak too. crud.)
*and of course...Frances, mum, and dad.

jello. goodbye.

(circa 2005-6?)Sometimes life surprises. Because you never expect it to be that. Dangerous disguises.
That you never expect to see-
built to spill