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The final reading from our wedding, 2001

Behold, a sower went forth to sow;

And when he sowed, some seeds fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up:
Some fell upon stony places, where they had not much earth: and forthwith they sprung up, because they had no deepness of earth:
And when the sun was up, they were scorched; and because they had no root, they withered away.
And some fell among thorns; and the thorns sprung up, and choked them:
But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold.
Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.

(King James)

Behold, a sower went forth to sow.
And as he sowed, some fell by the way side, and the fowls came and devoured them up.
And some fell upon stony ground, where they had not much earth, and anon they sprung up, because they had no depth of earth.
And when the sun was up, they were parched, and for lack of rooting withered away.
And some fell among thorns, and the thorns sprung up, and choked them.
And some again fell in good ground, and brought forth fruit, one corn an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, and another thirtyfold.
He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.

(Geneva 1599)

“Once there was a man who went out to sow grain. As he scattered the seed in the field, some of it fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some of it fell on rocky ground, where there was little soil. The seeds soon sprouted, because the soil wasn’t deep. But when the sun came up, it burned the young plants; and because the roots had not grown deep enough, the plants soon dried up. Some of the seed fell among thorn bushes, which grew up and choked the plants. But some seeds fell in good soil, and the plants bore grain: some had one hundred grains, others sixty, and others thirty.”

“Listen, then, if you have ears!”

(Good News Version, the one I read in Reading, Mass, CCD class, 1970s)

Human beings doing something cool together

I was thinking this morning about my group and the weeks we’ve had together so far. You live long enough and you do enough different things and you realize how rare it is to be with a group that shares a common purpose and cares about each other. As such a group develops, it makes the hard work, the crappy but necessary work, that much easier.

I had a few classes like this in high school (thank you Jean St. Pierre) and a couple more in college and graduate school. More often, though, when I had these experiences it was a club, a so-called extracurricular activity, or a post-work activity.

Teaching, though, means that I have to find ways to foster deep and authentic intentions regarding the work. I know that the more purpose I felt — let’s make this team awesome, let’s play out as a band, let’s build this organization — the easier it was to grind through the hard parts.

And I have to make sure that the group coalesces in a way that they start to pick each other up by reminding them why we’re doing what we’re doing.

“Human beings doing something cool together” sums it up.

Eating the New York Times

We have no shortage of green/nitrogen waste. There are leaves for a portion of the year but I can’t count on them and I’m not a huge fan of the dust that’s on our street.

So I shred the daily paper and dump into into the compost. I was worried about any toxic components but here’s what the research/ google search revealed:

From Cornell:

Newspaper is safe to compost, but it breaks down quite slowly because of its high lignin content. (Lignin is a substance found in the woody cell walls of plants, and it is highly resistant to decomposition).

Most newspapers today use water or soy-based inks. Although these may contain small amounts of toxic compounds, the trace levels are not of significant toxicological concern.

Planet Natural, considering the same question.

I’ll continue to do this. I like the idea of digesting the news twice…

Seat post blues

About twenty years ago I bought a bike from a friend of my brother’s. He was trying to get a custom frame shop off the ground and he built me two frames from Columbus El/OS steel.

Great bikes. Many fun miles.

I realized that my seat was not moving up and down as well as it should this weekend. I also realized that I hadn’t greased the seatpost in too many years.

Pulling it out was difficult. Really difficult. Really difficult.

Here’s the rub. I have a Thompson seat post (SP-E124) 28.6mm x 410mm, model number 12263.

The seat tube opening, no compression, is at 30.25mm. (The clamp ring is welded onto the frame.)

Problems:
The current shim is 50mm long. From what I’ve read, you want the shim to extend past the joint of the seat tube and the downtube. This isn’t even close. I need a longer shim, say 100mm.

The current shim has walls that are 1.3mm thick, which I think is the major problem. If the post is 28.6 and the shim adds 2.6mm, I’m at 31.2mm. No wonder it’s tough to get in and out. I need a thinner shim, one that takes me from 28.6mm to 30.25mm; basically one that adds 1.6mm to the post.

Looking at various bike supply sites, a post at 28.6mm seems to have gone out of style (they’re not made any more), so it doesn’t seem as though I can buy a ready made product. I’d also note that Thompson seems to be pretty clear that they don’t recommend using a shim with their posts but that ship has sailed.

Question: what would be the problem with buying this product? It would get me really close to the right width (30mm). Would it be wide enough? Would clamping make up the difference? Would it rattle in the frame?

I realize I’m trying to solve a problem created within the design. But I really just want to ride my bike without worry.

Traveling and how we live

It was a privilege to travel for thirteen days across the American West. It fed my soul.

As we’re driving Wyoming, the incessant American need for more natural resources stayed in constant view. You’re always in sight of a gas or oil operation — you can see them dotted across the landscape — even if you rarely find yourself confronted with a massive coal operation, as we did on Tuesday. Driving past the Thunder Bay Mining Operation — an operation I know nothing about (maybe it’s the cleanest, best coal company going) — and you’re struck by the massive scale. Those trucks your kids you used to watch in videos? There they are. Signs that read “Blasting ahead! Avoid Orange Cloud” are on the side of the road. The landscape has been dug up and completely turned over.

Yet you’ll only see this if you go down the side road of a side road, a highway you needn’t ever travel.

How do you convince people to change their behavior when the thing that enables their behavior is wrecking the land 2000 miles away on a highway they will never see? How do you underscore how all decisions are interconnected when so much of mass culture is designed to make sure you don’t make those connections?

Modern Travel

6:05 Wake up in Keystone, South Dakota. Leave in rented Kia Rio
Drive 374 miles.
12:25 Drop car at Denver International Airport
12:30 Get on bus to go into terminal
1:10 Get on short train to go to gate
3:05 Fly 800 miles to Houston
7:05 Take short train to new gate
7:40 Fly 1200 miles to Philadelphia
11:50 Hit Uber app. Taxied 10 miles home.
1:00 Go to sleep.

Almost 100 miles an hour for sixteen hours straight.

The Altruism Tank

This is an idea that came up during an excellent conversation with Urban Studies undergraduates. What does happen when a teacher’s altruism fades away? It also helps you think about whether this is a tank that can be refilled. It also helps you think about whether altruism is or should be considered a fuel source.

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