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8/28/2017

2017! Live and Uncensored!

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:16 pm

May You Live in Interesting Times – ancient Chinese curse.

This phrase always seems relevant, doesn’t it? The latest example of its relevancy came on Friday night. Hurricane Harvey was making landfall, and having experienced our own hurricane less than a year ago, I wanted to keep up with this one as events occurred. So, the TV was turned on and we jumped around various news/weather channels, and of course, we also dug down online to find anyone broadcasting directly from the Gulf Coast Texas area.

The most erroneous assumption we made both this time and during Hurricane Matthew was to tune into The Weather Channel first. The Weather Channel is the absolute worst place any one can go to get current, on-the-ground information. Their routine was exactly the same both during Matthew and Harvey. Two or three people on the ground at a location they never leave, and some studio folks. They bounce back and forth between them and repeat themselves, ad naseum. Once you’ve seen about 5 minutes of their coverage, you don’t need to see any more. It just cycles.

The web was the place to be to watch this come in, real-time. Advances in online technology have us in a place where folks can now broadcast live from their own homes. We scoured the usual places for any live feeds we could find. Of those we saw, the most compelling was the live stream run by storm chaser Jeff Piotrowski. His live videos were one of the most riveting things I’ve watched all year. I distinctly recall saying to Mike, after the roof of the carwash Mr. Piotrowski was sheltering in blew off, “Are we prepared to watch this guy die live on the internet?” It was so intense watching it, I actually found myself getting out of my chair and standing anxiously (like my brother does during hockey games lol). We watched the view count and it never reached more than 50-60k people watching. It was an oddly intimate experience for the internet (and the reason only a small handful of us understand why The Blue Shed twitter feed exists). Mr. Piotrowski still has the videos from his live feeds on his twitter account. Worth watching.

This is where we are in 2017. I don’t trust the mainstream news much anymore. I don’t trust second hand sources, really, much at all anymore. However, as it stands right now, I can trust live video. I can trust that it will be raw and uncensored. I can believe it when I see it, if it’s live. I realize that as tech advances, this won’t always be true. We will eventually have the ability to fake live video too. As it stands in 2017, live is trustworthy. Live is uncensored. Live is real.

Stay safe, Texas.

8/23/2017

Adventure Heartache

Filed under: — Jaime @ 1:51 pm

Not much is worse than having adventure plans ruined. It’s heartbreaking, really. We had planned to experience the eclipse by staying at campground on the Altamaha River. We thought we had it right. We weren’t so stupid to think we could tent camp in August in Georgia. We found a place that rented RVs and had a boat launch. This was going to be our first adventure with our motor boat. Seemed like a perfect getaway to enjoy the celestial event of our lifetime.

Everything was going as planned. The campground was beautiful, and right on the river. The RV was not. It was a former DHS camper, probably a FEMA camper and it was gross. It smelled funny and was bug infested. Unfortunately, we didn’t realize the bug problem until well after dark – when the bugs came out. We spent an incredibly restless night, fearing that roaches were crawling all over us. In fact, Mike spent most of the night outside at the picnic table, awake.

We tried to be good troopers and carry on after that horrible, restless night. It was now Monday, eclipse day. We planned to launch on the Altamaha early and stay there all day to view the eclipse. Despite how tired we were, we managed to launch and set out. We headed toward the ‘forks’, which is the confluence of the Altamaha, Oconee, and Ocmulgee Rivers. We didn’t even make it as far as the first bridge before some branches got us and spun our prop, destroying it. We managed to limp back on minimal power (fortunately no paddling!). At this point, it was about 10a and were we done. F*%^ THIS S#!+. We’re going home.

We packed up faster than any other pack-out ever and set off to come home. There was a slight chance we’d make it back by the time the eclipse was to be in full force, so we at least had that to aim for. However, the stress was not quite over yet. Mother Nature decided to unleash a vicious downpour on us on the ride home. Ever tow a boat in the rain? Avoid it if you can. The stress is insane. We ended up stopping twice to drain the boat, once at a car wash in Reidsville and another time nearly back home in Pooler. There was never a chance for us in SE GA to view the eclipse because of the storms.

We finally made it home and spent Tuesday unpacking (me) and on boat repair (Mike). This whole experience was pretty bad, but I’m trying to be positive about it. It was a learning experience anyway, and of course, it won’t stop us from trying again. Yet, it still hurts to have your adventures quashed.

Was the fact that the Simon & Garfunkel song ‘Homeward Bound’ came on our mix on the way out a sign? An omen not to go, perhaps? Regardless, if that song ever comes on while we are setting out on our adventure, I’m turning it off. No ‘Homeward Bound’ when you’re outbound.

Chanson de l’├ęclipse: Nothing But a Heartache, The Flirtations.

8/14/2017

Checked Out

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:33 pm

Another weekend of depressing news, and I find myself further checking out from, well, everything. Since I can’t fully remove myself from society, I can concentrate on checking out and focusing on things that are interesting and/or educate me and keep me out of the mainstream loop.

In that vein, I was recommended to check out the works of horror manga author Ito Junji. Before I located any of his horror manga, I first stumbled into Ito Junji’s Cat Diary. I became an instant fan. I highly recommend reading this. It’s a really short read. It manages to capture cat ownership in a very precise and hilarious way. Give it a read. You’ll love it, if only because it means you get to go for a whole hour (or so) without hearing the words “Nazi” or “Antifa”.

Definition of Irony: Listening to Roger Water’s Amused to Death as I decry social participation by sinking into comic books.

8/7/2017

Gar!? Grr…

Filed under: — Jaime @ 2:15 pm

Went fishing yesterday, and landed this monster, an Alligator Gar, I believe:
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Didn’t keep him, of course. Too much work to filet from what I read online. I did tear up my right hand pretty good on him, but thankfully he didn’t bite me. Those teeth!

If I’m wrong on this fish, please let me know. We were in brackish water (one of the creeks off the Wilmington River). From what I read, Alligator Gar do not normally live in saltwater, but can and sometimes do, especially in LA and TX. I’m trying to learn them by sight, so if anyone has any better information than what I found, I’m all fins.

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