Day Two: A Day of Scenery

Southeast Oahu is full of steep, sharply-ridged mountains right up against the sea. We drove on every major road running through there at some point during that day. The grandeur has California's coast beat any day, and my mother commented that there was no longer any need to do the famed Highway One scenic drive. For some reason the mountains remind me of Japan, even though I've never been there.

Nu'uanu Pali Lookout is a very tiny state park that consists mainly of the one lookout point. According to the signs, the valley being viewed was formed by a gigantic landslide, when half of a volcano fell into the sea.


Makai pier is a research pier. There was no indication what sort of research was done at the pier. Two small islands are visible from there - Manana, also called Rabbit, and Kaohikaipu.


Behind the pier, the mountains loom very ominously. They look like they're right there, probably because of how steep they are.

Some land juts out to the right of the pier.

The right picture is the same land jutting out, except from around the corner on the other side. The pier is visible beyond the part that juts out. This was viewed from near the Makapu'u lighthouse, which we didn't see because by the time we got there it was too dark to do any climbing.

Hawaii Kai is a fairly wealthy-looking residential area to the east of Honolulu. It has some very nice mountains in it.

A lookout point just past Hanauma Bay, next to Sandy Beach.

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Beach of the day:

Sandy Beach Park is between Hanauma Bay and Makapu'u Point. The waves aren't too tall but can be strong. I spent my time poking around in a bunch of rocks covered with algae, urchins, anemones, and other small creatures, and trying not to get dashed up against them when the water came in.

Day One: Between the Mountains

Dole has a pineapple plantation just north of Wahiawa on Oahu, Hawaii. They grow lots of different kinds of pineapples there.

There were some other interesting plants in the same garden, including Norfolk Island pine trees (my favorite tree) and a pineapple-like plant with tiny purple flowers.

They also have the world's largest maze, but it wasn't that interesting to photograph from the inside - just lots and lots of tall green hedges.

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Kukaniloko was once the birthplace of kings. At the center of Oahu, the mothers were carried in and never allowed to touch the ground. Drums announcing the birth could be heard anywhere on the entire island. Now it's a quiet copse of trees and boulders, right next to the highway but very hard to find (on purpose). The mountains to the east are said to resemble a pregnant woman lying on her back. It's holy ground. People still bring fruit offerings there.

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The Iolani Palace was where the last of Hawaii's royalty lived. It's a three-story mansion with a lot of history.

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Modern luaus aimed at tourists seem to be showcases of dances from several different Polynesian islands. The best known kind, with the fast-shaking hips, is actually Tahitian.

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Beach of the day:

This is somewhere on the North Shore, west of Waialua. We were actually trying to find Haleiwa but got lost. The rocks under the sand are black.


(Video, Iolani photo from my mother. Rest are mine.)

WiFi Commensalism

My home wifi is, and always will be, unlocked and open for anyone to use.

Why? Because sometimes when I travel - or sometimes if my home network is down, I need to borrow from others. Also, sometimes I enjoy hearing from friends when they travel, or their home networks are down.

And sometimes others might need to borrow from me.

Some would call it theft. The borrower is using something they didn't pay for, and if they want to use it they should pay for it themselves. But wifi isn't a zero-sum commodity. That someone else borrows mine takes nothing away from me. I still have the same service and pay the same monthly fee. I prefer to call it sharing.

Some pretty white flowers

There's a whole row of enormous hedges along one of the gravel roads on the campus where I work. Right now they're blooming. I have no idea what they are.



My office used to be in that white building. Back then it wasn't such a nice, gleaming white - it looked more like a dilapidated shed. Then one day they decided it'd be good to have it look less like an eyesore for when visiting dignitaries go by. This is probably the most scenic-looking version of it I've ever seen (including in person, while taking the picture).



As you may have noticed, my post rate has dropped precipitously in the last couple months. Unfortunately it's going to get worse. I'm probably not going to post again until the end of May.

There is no meaning OF life. Life IS the meaning.

Greta Christina rationalizes how to look at existence if Heaven is absent:

The fact that your lifespan is an infinitesimally tiny fragment in the life of the universe, and that there is, at the very least, a strong possibility that when you die, you disappear completely and forever, and that in five hundred years nobody will remember you and in five billion years the Earth will be boiled into the sun ... it can make everything you do, and everything anyone else does, seem meaningless, trivial to the point of absurdity.

The article goes on to talk about how change always results in loss (but not how change also results in new joy, except as an afterthought) and thinking about one's existence by detaching completely from the universe, to think of its timeline as a whole. Then at the end it says "but all of that's okay because you got to be alive."

What a depressing way to look at the universe. What a negative way to spin the same thing I would say, which is that the meaning of life is to live. But we are not individual motes of meaningless dust in a vast, uncaring universe. We are all connected to everything else, individual threads in a great tapestry, individual drops in a mighty stream. Each of us might be small, but we all matter. And meaning is found in each individual moment that we live.

There's a girl outside...

She wants to know if I can play with her. Can I make her go high on the swings? Make her go fast on the merry-go-round? Play tag? Hide and seek? And look, today she has a coloring book. Can I come to the park with them when her daddy comes home? Watch the ants? Look at the moon?

Her mother says she never listens about not talking to strangers. She boldly goes forth, fearless. In another time and place, she would grow up to be the village matriarch.

And suddenly I feel like making more freetime in my early afternoons.

My Lush, Expansive Garden Vol. 2: Sprouted Grocery Store Produce

Sprouted grocery store garlic, when I plant them, almost always send up four leaves, then die. When uprooted after the four leaves have died, there's usually a brand new protohead about the same size as the original clove, which I then eat as if it were a clove.

This time around I actually gave them a real pot with real drainage in the hopes they would do better. Unfortunately I also didn't bother to separate the individual cloves. I only found two protoheads. Next time I'll separate the cloves into separate pots and water a lot less.

I tried a sprouted onion before the garlic (same pot), but it never formed roots at all. It had probably sat too long in the fridge before I got around to planting it. I had great success with a sprouted potato one time but unfortunately it drowned in a heavy rainstorm - which was just as well, as their thick stems were all kinds of scary to my plants phobia. The one time I tried planting a sprouted carrot top, something ate all the leaves just as it started thriving.


Meanwhile, my chives are doing quite well. These also came from the grocery store, but as live plants in small pots with soil. They've reached the point where they'll suck up all the water I put into the bottom of the self-watering pot in a few minutes, which means it's time to give them a bigger pot again.

Yesterday I replaced the garlic with some grocery store basil. Hopefully these will do as well as the chives.

General Comments

This post for general comments that don't fit on any particular blog post already in existence. Such as things people want to tell me, or random hijacks...

The morality of paid freelance writing

It's perfectly legal to take someone else's written work, rewrite the same content in the same order in your own words, then publish it with your name on it instead of theirs, all without telling them.

It would be right to first ask the original author for permission to use their work, then when they refuse, to keep them informed on what you do with their work, and mention their name somewhere in your version of their work.

It feels less wrong when, in the process of rewriting someone else's work, you begin to suspect that the original author is as fake as you are.

It feels completely wrong on all fronts when you begin to wonder whether the person paying you to do it is trying to circumvent copyrights as you initially thought, whether they also paid the original author, or whether a rival of your employer paid the original author.

The moral to be learned: there are a lot of opinions on the internet that should not be trusted, because someone paid the writers to have them.

Dragon Cave

This post for comments about dragons. That way they don't end up scattered on random posts. :)

For more about Dragon Cave dragons in general, check out my articles:
The Dragon Cave: A Review
How to get Dragon Cave eggs to hatch (and hatchlings to grow)
How to transfer a Dragcave dragon to a friend

Full Circle

Me: Juno. Shut up and listen.
Me: You're a 17 year old who knows nothing.
Me: When I explain things to you, try paying attention instead of talking.
Juno: I won't listen if you're going to be disrespectful towards me.
Me: you're not going to learn anything then
Me: if you want to learn things, you have to learn to listen first
Me: and talk last
Me: I shut down the conversation because she said "this is not a good time" and you refused to accept it.
Me: not because I didn't think your question was a worthwhile one.
Juno: I'm willing to listen and I can read what your saying. I'm also asking that you listen to what I say. And treat me as an equal. I think what your saying makes sense and I made a mistake. You're right about that.

I used to be that arrogant 17-year old.

Much of the problem with arrogant 17 year olds is that, by that point in their exceptionally long lives, they have experienced many different situations once. Therefore, they know everything there is to know about every one of those situations. What's so special about a thirty-four year old, then, who has merely lived twice as long and therefore seen each of those situations twice? What more is there to learn by living through the same situation a second time? Why is their wisdom given so much more weight?

Every situation has multiple sides. Right around 30, I started seeing the opposite sides of all the same situations, found myself on the opposite end of the same arguments. And so I've come to understand that I know nothing about anything. Including how to convey this to arrogant 17-year olds, who don't yet even know what they don't know.

Ephemeron

Through the stormclouds a sunbeam came.



This was taken on a dark, cloudy day that was mostly filled with wind and rain. It went away about ten minutes later.

Early to bed and early to rise

Dominant western culture sees early rising as a virtue and staying up late as a vice. This seems to have strongly agricultural roots. Back when we lived in a predominantly agrarian society, work was mostly farmwork. A number of important farm animals are early risers, and so farmwork is best done early in the day and during daylight hours.

This, unfortunately, has led to a misconception that the best (and in some people's eyes, only) way to have a healthy, successful life is to get up in the morning, work during daylight hours, and go to bed in the evening. Modern society still expects everyone to do exactly that, even though many of us no longer live and work on farms. Standard school/work hours are between 8-9am and 4-5pm; standard mealtimes are 6-8am, noon, and 6-8pm. Society frowns upon those of us who deviate wildly from that schedule, and deems it acceptable to mock us.

But it wasn't always that way. There's a theory that people in different stages of the human life cycle are adapted to sleep during different parts of the day, such that someone in any group of humans will be awake and alert to surrounding dangers at all times. Teenagers and young adults, for example, tend to be awake all night and sleep all day, while older adults are awake during most of the day and evenings and sleep at night, and our wisest are most often awake in the early mornings with short naps during the day and much sleeping in the evenings. In my opinion it would be much healthier if we stopped insisting that everyone adhere to the exact same schedule - from very young to very old - and let people pick their own optimal cycles for productivity and sleep.

Early to bed and early to rise will make some people healthy, wealthy and wise. Early to bed and early to rise will make others merely sleepy, grumpy and hungry. As a friend said to me earlier today, the truly healthiest way to live is to be happy. Really happy. To do everything in your life the way you want it (provided your chosen life patterns aren't self-destructive).

Some Observations on the Nature of Coding

Never explain the details of any coding problem to a True Coder. Their eyes will light up, their brain will start working out how to solve it, and next thing you know they've taken over doing the whole thing. Then things get all awkward if you don't actually use their solution, because all you were doing was thinking out loud or seeking some sympathy. It's better to just not even mention it (or, if they're helping with part of a larger problem, that the larger problem exists).

Never explain the details of any coding problem to a non-coder either. Their eyes will glaze over and they'll start looking for escape routes. Or they'll feel all helpless that they have no idea how to help you with what is obviously an exceptionally upsetting tribulation.

In short, coding woes are meant to be suffered alone^*. As are coding triumphs meant to be enjoyed alone, because without any commiseration during the woe suffering, the triumphs won't make much sense to the outside observer. Coding is fundamentally a solitary pursuit.


^*unless you're stuck in an IRC channel with me. In which case you might be subjected to random outbursts of High Geek that make no sense....

Retardedness in the airline industry

Dear airline industry morons,

First of all, let's not even get into how totally retarded it is that in this day and age of electronic everything and high paranoia security, you're still insisting on using paper tickets and ONLY paper tickets. What are you, stuck in the fracking stone ages? Do I need to spell out all the ways that this makes no sense whatsoever?

1. Do you seriously still make people mail back their tickets through the postal service every time there is an itinerary change? Can we say horrendously inefficient and expensive?

2. A paper ticket IS NOT "same as cash"! If it was same as cash, someone else would be able to use it. If it was same as cash, it could be used for other flights. But they can't and it can't. It can only be used by the named passengers with proper ID and only for the named flights.

3. I did not give you guys $1200 for the pieces of paper that the itinerary is printed on. I gave you the money in exchange for air travel. Which is confirmed in your fracking computer system. I can see it. You can see it. We all know it's there. We all know who's going to be doing the travelling. We all know that said travel has been paid for. I most fracking should not have to give you another 1200 fracking dollars to get more pieces of paper - and then be issued a refund (four! months!! later) when the original tickets are "unused."

How the frack are they going to get used? By the named passenger? Why the hell would they need TWO tickets for the SAME FLIGHTS? By a ticket thief? How are they going to get on a flight with stolen tickets? You don't think anyone would notice? Have you completely missed the security paranoia?

4. Oh yeah, sure. You're really going to refund my money (in four months!!) if those original tickets turn out unused. The fact that you declared bankruptcy last week just fills me with confidence on that promise.

5. What do you mean you keep no records whatsoever on when you mail out paper tickets? You have no idea when those tickets left your control and entered the postal system at all? How do we know that you even put them in the mail in the first place?

In short, I'm going to tell everyone I know that CheapTickets is a terrible travel agency, and Frontier Airlines is stuck in the stone ages (maybe that's why you guys went bankrupt!). Before this trip plan, I always used Travelocity (no problems ever!) and I'm going back to them from now on.

Littering

Dear GA License Plate #ACP-8408, a light brownish Toyota Camry who threw something white and fluttery out their passenger-side window while crossing the Roebling Bridge at 3:53pm today:

The world is not your trash can.


Signed,
The Saturn behind you

-.-

The Golden Rule

He who has the gold makes the rules.

The world needs cat-sized keyboards ...

Many animals already know how to use human devices and tools. They learn by watching what we do. Some of them can even read. They can't use the devices and tools themselves only because we designed them for human hands and human sizes.

If we allowed other animals to use our tools without requiring them to evolve technology on their own, what sorts of things might they say or do?

Income tax gaming

An income tax refund means that the government has been using your money throughout the year - and the bigger the refund, the more of your money they've been using instead of you. It's more fiscally optimal to owe, as that means you've been using the government's money throughout the year (gathering interest if nothing else).

Refunds are best received as early as possible - like in January. Owed money, on the other hand, should be filed as late as possible without actually passing the deadline. I tend to mail mine in a week before April 15.

On a personal finances front: budget for money owed months in advance, but don't put tax refund money into any budgets until it has actually arrived.

Getting Nothing Done

Things I'm not doing but should:
1. Taxes. They're due in a week and a half.
2. Housework. I've been meaning to wash that pile of dirty pans on the stove for weeks, but since I also never get around to cooking anything (yay restaurants with carry-out!), it hasn't been urgent enough. Also, laundry is going to become an emergency by this weekend. This place could also use a good vacuum and the bathrooms are starting to go downhill again too.
3. Trip planning. As the designated logistics coordinator for my family for our trip to Hawaii in May, I should probably figure out what we're going to do once we're there. (Anyone who's been to Hawaii want to recommend some things? We'll be staying in Waikiki.)
4. Work. I'm not doing nothing at work, but there's massive amounts of procrastination going on there on a number of fronts. A visit to the boat crew to talk minute details at great length about sensor configurations from three to five years ago, for instance. Fortunately, most of the time I stall by doing other stuff that I'm also supposed to do.
5. Writing. I have three stories on the front burners and somehow never get around to working on any of them.
6. Blogging. Nothing has come to mind for days, and although there's a couple half-formed drafts I could finish, I've not been in the mood to finish them. Hence nearly a week of silence here.

Things I'm doing instead:
1. Diablo 2.
2. Fret about pixel dragons.
3. Diablo 2.
4. Occasional Tegaki art.
5. Diablo 2.