Saturday, January 30, 2010

Extremes

Friday night saw a clear sky and a "Wolf Moon." As I drove home Friday evening, headed east on I-95, I saw an enormous moon climbing above the horizon. It was larger than seemed possible, perceptibly larger than the usual "moon illusion" that we see at the horizon. Later that evening, with a still-large brilliant moon shining higher through the crystal-clear sky, we learned that the moon had come full at the exact closest moment in its wobbly orbit of earth, and that therefore our view of the moon really was measurably larger in the sky and (because closer) 30% brighter than usual. It was so bright that with the thin carpet of snow on the ground, it was very bright outside at 10:30 at night, and Amy asked whether we should go for a walk. But ....



It was also very, very cold out! The next morning our thermometer read 4 degrees F. Here was the view from Sarah's window:


When I was a child, my mother used to tell me, "Jack Frost painted your window last night!" I think this is something that doesn't occur in modern double-paned energy efficient sealed windows. In our 30-year-old windows with separate "storm windows," humidity from inside leaks through the main window into the area enclosed by the storm window, and then condenses and freezes as ice crystals against the very cold storm window. Jack Frost (originally Jakul Frosti in Scandanavia) is the mythical personnification of the creation of ice. Modern efficiency may be making his job a lot harder!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Money

A lot happened this week that kept me thinking about money. (If you are thinking, "Hey, what happened with the scratch marks on the tree??" -- I'll get to that below. Great research, readers !!)

The stuff in that picture is the American version; there are different versions in every country (someday if I have grandchildren perhaps they'll enjoy going through my rather random coin collection, which was one of the many things I loved when visiting my grandparents). Money is a great invention. If everyone is willing to believe that these pieces of paper and metal are worth something, then we can exchange things we make and do. We can obtain food even if our work doesn't make food, and live in a house or apartment even if our work doesn't involve construction. Better yet, we can accumulate value now and spend it later. Zowie!!

Modern innovations and technology have made money even more powerful as a means of exchange. We trade with people very far away, whom we will never meet, through credit cards and pay pal and such. (I once ordered an inexpensive custom-size Chinese shirt; the vendor apparently didn't understand time zones and startled us with a phone call at 2:30 a.m. to ask for additional measurements.)

But clearly some things have gotten out of control. I listened to news this week about the horrible economy, the Obama Administration's attempts to make it better, and the fits and starts of government efforts to regulate the financial system to make it less likely we could see a mess like this in the future. I have to say that I'm all for regulating banks, but I don't believe we have the capacity to avoid future financial crises. I don't think we're smart enough; I think banks and other corporations will too often reward executives for short-term gains, encouraging (or requiring) them to ignore long-term risk; and I think there are huge amounts of money in hedge funds and foreign investors that are not going to be susceptible to regulation.

There was also a news report about new systems and devices developed in recent years to track the whereabouts of people arrested for non-violent trials, pending the hearing of their case. The use of these devices means that poor people arrested for minor offenses don't spend months in jail because they can't scrape together a few hundred dollars for bail. It also saves taxpayers lots of money on those unnecessary jail cells for the poor. Unhappily, bail bondsmen have been very successful stopping the deployment of these release systems. Bail bondsmen make a lot of money from poor people who otherwise would be stuck in jail. And if the bondsmen spend some of that money making the right campaign contributions, it turns out that politicians will then spend taxpayer dollars keeping poor people in jail instead of using the release system. Great for the bail bondsmen, great for the politicians, terrible for everyone else. The NPR story is here.

And finally, the most distressing political development of this year is the Supreme Court's overturning of years of precedent, allowing unfettered spending by corporations on political campaigns. Somehow I feel confident that in general, corporate values as expressed through campaign contributions are not going to mirror my values. The only thing that keeps me from complete despair about the future of money-infused politics is Steven Levitt's conclusion in Freakonomics that money makes a lot less difference in a campaign than you would think -- that it will only swing a close election (click on that phrase above to see what he says). On the other hand, it seems pretty likely that even the politicians we support will start to tilt their positions to try to attract more money (or avoid a well-funded opposition).

I guess we have a lot of work to do. Obama is just one guy, and we need to jump in with both feet.
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So about the scratch marks on the trees -- thank you to the many people who looked into this !!

A brief report back to you:
* The most popular theory was that the marks were made by deer rubbing their antlers on the bark, with a minority view that it could be bobcats.
* But I found the most compelling explanation to be from Rick's cousin Rob who lives just a few miles away from the tree in question, and said, "This barking on a red maple is done with the lower incisor teeth of a moose."
* And the overall most wonderful response was this, from our friend Ranger Bill in upstate New York: "On Saturday, I went skiing through one of the state forests nearby and saw a perfect imprint in the snow of a large hawk that had hit the snow (spread eagle, shall we say). Details of tail feathers and wings very distinct, and the light footprints of a red squirrel that dead-ended at the hawk imprint. No blood was noticeable. I entertained myself imaging the life and death struggle. I came back a few days later with a camera, and of course, it had all melted and distorted. Such a fleeting image. Most wildlife events are instantaneous, gone in a second. I always think its pretty neat to find evidence later, and then try to piece together a story. Who is going to tell you are wrong? Its your story, you can tell it any way you like. How cool is that!"


Have a great week, all !
Steve

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Scratch marks on tree (Newbury, New Hampshire)

I like the three patterns I see in this picture: the white scratch marks against the brown meat of the tree; the splotched pattern of the tree bark; the out-of-focus winter background. It's the background that we are always most likely to forget, isn't it?

We have been calling this, "the tree with the bear claw marks on it." But I realize that we don't really know what marked this tree. Bear? one of the wild cats that have been expanding their territory in New England? Deer or moose scratching their antlers? If anyone out there can tell what kind of marks these are, on seeing the photo, please let me know and I will forward the solution in my next posting.

I have been increasingly aware of the power of the sharing of collective knowledge. I am only 51, really not so very old, but my memory has started to show random access problems. The information is usually there, but I sometimes can't get at it -- it's like knowing I put a jar of jam of some flavor or other on a very high shelf some time back, and I know it's there but I can't see or reach it. I first noticed the change in my recall a few years ago; I was on a walk and couldn't remember the name of the hill behind the family house in New Hampshire where I have been walking for 35 year (Bly Hill). More recently, I was speaking with niece and nephew about the famous American television show on which the Beatles appeared early in their career, and couldn't remember Ed Sullivan.

I have always taken for granted a natural, easy memory for random information. What makes the change tolerable is the knowledge that there are so many ways to fill in the blanks. Sometimes it is a bit like the game "Taboo," in which you talk all around the target word until someone guesses it. Sometimes my internet-enabled smartphone serves the same purpose (searching my phone's database, or using Google or Wikipedia). On good days, this beginning of deterioriation in recall feels like a reminder of the expansive community in which I live. (On bad days, it just makes me mad.)

So the question of the scratch marks falls into a greater category of things I don't know and perhaps you do know. I await your assistance!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Downy Woodpecker

Today, the view from my camera happens to be the view out my window. Amy so kindly put one of our bird-feeders right outside where my desk sits (the feeder is, as I type, about 4 feet away from me). And Amy keeps the feeders filled. The chickadees, titmice, and woodpeckers love the feeder; they also hang out on the lilac bush from which the feeder hangs. The lilac has some older parts which apparently tempt the birds (especially the woodpecker) to dig around for bugs. This downy is sitting just above the most-probed knot.

The chain of connection goes like this:
* Amy filled the bird feeder this morning with sunflower seeds
* The birds immediately started crowding around
* I took this picture
* And now you see the bird outside my window.

So here's a shout-out to Amy, the birds, Dennis Gilloran (who installed the big window), Ben Baker (who built my desk), the Google people who make this Blog available, and whatever Greater Force set the whole wheel, including the intricate little marble on which we sit, in motion.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Winter



The northeastern U.S. has started to remember what winter looks like (and feels like).

Along with the inconvenience, hazard and cold comes incredible beauty. Some of us even like the sliding sports (sledding, skiing, and such)!

In my nature photography, I like to study the contrasts of "near and far" and "clarity and mist." Paradoxically, taking a picture sometimes helps me remember to put the camera down, and think about what I can touch and what I can't; what I can see, what is partly obscured, and what is invisible; what I can know, and what is beyond me. Nor does the line stay in one place, from moment moment, day to day, or year to year.
 
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