cycling


8
Sep 15

Back to it, then, short week edition

I love the following sentence. I managed to get in a 31-mile ride before heading off to the office today. The upside to a late night, I suppose, is a slightly later start which today meant I had the opportunity to make a few more tiny circles with my feet.

Also, I got rained on, so I hid under a nearby church’s carport.

I got rained on while driving too, but that provided us with shots like this:

rainbow

Because of all of those clouds which lingered throughout the rest of the day, we had a marvelous sunset, too:

sunset

I know sunset pictures are the standard placeholder around here. And there are people who make capturing that hour of the day their life’s work. You’ll never find mine next to theirs in a sunset photo gallery, I’m sure. But it pays to look up.

We’re also looking down, into computer screens this evening. Tonight our student-journalists are putting to bed their first issue of The Crimson for the school year. I’m eager to see how it looks tomorrow.


7
Sep 15

An un-laborious Labor Day ride

I managed to take more wrong turns on my bicycle than you’d think. You’re going slower than cars, usually, but you can still get it wrong. It seems, though, like less of a problem on a bike. More pedaling!

Turning around is different. In the car I find that every place I try to turn around is a bad option, in a blind curve or has a squadron of vehicles following me while there are forever cars coming from the other direction. It can be exasperating, but I think that’s because in the car you’re always going somewhere.

On the bike, I’m trying to find somewhere, or I’m trying to remember where I put myself. Or I’m simply more comfortable with the idea that there, up there, is going to be in the same spot when I finally do make it.

I didn’t mind so much when I missed a turn 22 miles into today’s ride. I got to pass a pickup right after that. First moving vehicle I’ve overtaken in a while. And after a mile-and-a-half of slow climbing, I found myself with this view:

I’d been to this place before. You start to recognize crossroads and signs and ditches, if not the treeline in the distant pasture:

So the one road drops me off into another road with more traffic and less light and I found myself at a gas station, which I’ve visited before. It was the only thing around for miles, except for the sunset:

And there I called it a ride. My missed turn gave me views I hadn’t expected, but would have put about 15 more miles onto my trip and I just ran out of time. It is hard to see it, but even the twilight was giving up fast. I called for a ride and did doughnuts in the parking lot of the gas station, where they have appliances on a side porch:

And I learned what goes on inside old gas pumps:

And, not for the first time, I’ve wanted to tour this old co-op. They still do some work out of there. I’d like to see inside the place.

So my ride ended early, but it went early, and exactly right, at 33.51 miles.


30
Aug 15

Just so you know

She wanted me to remind everyone that Catember is coming up soon. We wouldn’t want it to escape your notice that she’s going to be famous on the Internet soon. This is a very big deal.

The roads I pedaled up today were my favorite kind, a little curvy:

A nice 30 mile route today. I climber 1,303 feet today. That’s nothing, but you have to work hard to find a lot of big hills to climb around the house. And, really, I didn’t want to work that hard today.


28
Aug 15

And then you really wonder

Department witticisms:

You wonder if you’re making a difference, and then you see things like that.

Then and now … Aerial images show the slow return of the Lower Ninth Ward:

The following images show the evolution of one block in the Lower Ninth Ward that was situated directly in front of a levee that breached along the Industrial Canal ten years ago.

A decade into the Katrina diaspora:

Some stayed to rebuild their lives. Others chose to move on. Some had to let loved ones go, while others are no longer here themselves. Along the Gulf Coast, the hurricane’s punishing winds pushed people in directions they never imagined. Here is where some of those people stood in the early months after the disaster, and where they stand now.

Clearly it was the fault of the president’s weather machine. Stop Blaming Me for Hurricane Katrina:

I’m often asked, as the person who was running FEMA when Hurricane Katrina hit, why I didn’t evacuate New Orleans. My response is simple—FEMA had no authority to do that under the Constitution, which clearly establishes a system of federalism in which state and local governments are autonomous governmental entities. We call first responders “first” for a reason. When you dial 9-1-1 your call isn’t answered by an operator at 500 C Street SW, Washington, D.C., 20472. Your call is answered by a local government entity that has first and primary responsibility for a disaster.

Could FEMA have ordered the evacuation of New Orleans? Yes, had it waived posse comitatus and invoked the Insurrection Act, which Congress ultimately amended in 2006 to permit deployment of troops in response to natural disasters. That unprecedented action was actually contemplated days after landfall aboard Air Force One—and I advocated for it. After I advised the president to federalize the response, he sat with Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco and New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin on Air Force One and outlined his plan. We immediately started drafting the federalization documents for the president’s signature, but Governor Blanco requested time to think it over and the president acquiesced. While the governor considered her options, the city became more and more dysfunctional. Blanco ultimately rejected the president’s plan, and political considerations eventually pushed the idea aside.

By the time federalization was seriously considered, the biggest mistake had already been made: evacuation began too late. And even if FEMA had been given the power to order citizens out of New Orleans days earlier, it didn’t own the helicopters, military transport planes and amphibious armored personnel carriers necessary to carry out the evacuation of a major American city.

As the storm neared New Orleans, all I could do—and did do even before the federalization debate got underway—was go on television, radio and any media outlet my press team could find—and encourage people to “literally get your butts out of New Orleans before the storm hits.”

Can’t wait for the rebuttal to Michael Brown’s essay.

Got weekend plans? You are not late:

In terms of the internet, nothing has happened yet. The internet is still at the beginning of its beginning. If we could climb into a time machine and journey 30 years into the future, and from that vantage look back to today, we’d realize that most of the greatest products running the lives of citizens in 2044 were not invented until after 2014. People in the future will look at their holodecks, and wearable virtual reality contact lenses, and downloadable avatars, and AI interfaces, and say, oh, you didn’t really have the internet (or whatever they’ll call it) back then.

And they’d be right. Because from our perspective now, the greatest online things of the first half of this century are all before us. All these miraculous inventions are waiting for that crazy, no-one-told-me-it-was-impossible visionary to start grabbing the low-hanging fruit — the equivalent of the dot com names of 1984.

Because here is the other thing the greybeards in 2044 will tell you: Can you imagine how awesome it would have been to be an entrepreneur in 2014? It was a wide-open frontier! You could pick almost any category X and add some AI to it, put it on the cloud. Few devices had more than one or two sensors in them, unlike the hundreds now. Expectations and barriers were low. It was easy to be the first. And then they would sigh, “Oh, if only we realized how possible everything was back then!”

So, the truth: Right now, today, in 2014 is the best time to start something on the internet.

I got home and plopped down and didn’t want to move. I wanted a nap, but forced myself outside.

This was the better choice.

It was just a 15 mile ride, but it was better than a nap.


23
Aug 15

More weekend cycling pics

Scenes from a pastoral ride:

A nice view to wrap up an easy 73-mile weekend.

It was 91 one degrees at the end of the ride, but my feet felt fine in a pair of new socks:

That’s just marketing you say, and I would agree. But then I turned one of the socks inside-out, and you can see that technology.

All of your socks should look like that.