Bok Bok

Meet the CluckersMichelle finally got her wish to raise some chickens when we picked up 3 chicks from Pistils Nursery. We’re starting with 2 Jersey Giants and a Plymouth Rock, and the girls have already grown by 50% since they moved in. I’m not so keen on the chicks themselves since they kind of smell, but I’m excited to help make the coop and to have nervous pet birds walking around eating bugs and scraps.

Several of our friends have been raising hens for a couple years, so we’ve gotten a lot of helpful advice on all aspects of the process. Our neighbors 3 doors down showed us their coop this weekend (they have a brood of slightly older chicks now as well) and were eager to share both the design flaws and benefits of their coop design. Yesterday I spent a little over an hour using Google Sketch-Up to design a to-scale model, which we’ll need to start building soon.

We each got to name a chick. Michelle picked Layla, Michelle picked Boots (for Ella), and Michelle shortened my pick (Bitchzilla) to just Zilla. The Jersey Giants are already a head taller than the others and seem to have a bit of an attitude (hence Bitchzilla’s name).

Here’s another picture of the ladies in their temporary home:
Bitchzilla and Layla at the water

Spring Break!

Michelle, Barley, Ella and I recently spent the week in Port Orford, Oregon. It was a delightful escape from work and life, and a great change to spend time with my family. We stayed in a house on the head that sticks out into the Pacific Ocean, giving Port Orford a unique claim of being one of the few ports on the ocean itself.

The house was great and offered fantastic views of the beach, Cape Blanco and its lighthouse, Garrison Lake and the coastal range from one side, and a great view of the ocean to the other. With 3 stories and 4 decks, there was always a great place to sit. We had alternating hail and sun, so we had plenty of time to read and watch movies as well as time to explore the state park surrounding us and visit the beach. Barley got plenty of swimming in (including with a harbor seal at the mouth of the Rogue River), and Ella got to freeze her feet in the Pacific.

The trip was incredibly pleasant and therapeutic. We ate well and had a blast cooking because the kitchen was so nice. There were deer in the yard almost every time you looked out a window. Grey Whales were migrating off the coast so we could see them raise a lazy tail and spout from the deck. Plenty of birds – including several new species for me, like the Rufous hummingbird and tufted puffins. I finally saw my first newt as well.

Sadly, even when doing nothing, time passes quickly. Ella was ill the last couple days we were there but was incredibly sweet and cuddly because of it. We got home Sunday night and are now back to the grind. Here’s some pictures.

18.7 picocuries of doom

Our second mail-in radon test results just arrived. We went from 9.8 pCi/L on the first test to 18.7 pCi/L on the most recent. The EPA “action level” for radon is 4 pCi/L, which means we went from over twice the action level to over 4 times the action level. So, instead of travel or a new laptop, we’ll be dropping our tax refunds and “stimulus” check on radon abatement.

Radon is bad. It’s the gaseous derivative of Uranium, which exists naturally in the soil. As Uranium decays (a half-life of 4.4 billion years), it creates other byproducts, such as radon and radium. Radon has a very short half-life – only like 24 hours – but the derivatives are just as, well, radioactive. So, when you breath air with radon and the alpha particles released during its decay, you injure your lungs and the precious nodules that trap oxygen and put it in to your blood. The more exposure you have and the higher the concentration (measured in picocuries per liter), the worse. I don’t have the equivilency in front of me anymore (the library wanted the book back), but breathing at 10 pCi/L, you’re exposing your lungs to the cancer-causing equivilent of smoking a pack of cigarettes a day. The chart didn’t say if they were mentholated or not.

So now we get to mitigate. My parents recently did this, and they successfully “kicked the habit” by installing a well and active ventilation system that draws radon from the soil and vents it above the house. Since we have an earthen-floored crawl space, we have a few more options, but the likely mitigation will be to install vents and pour a slab of concrete over the floor. I’ll be calling in favors for this part, because it’ll take a bucket brigade to hand carry cement to the opening of the crawl space. Sound like fun?

I suppose the positive thing to take away is that our new windows in the basement are doing a good job of cutting down on the the drafts. And to think – when we bought the house we were worried about the furnace leaking carbon monoxide into the crawl space. Too bad there’s not billion dollar industry trying to tell us that radon is safe and non-addictive.

Chaucer’s secret clues about the new world

You can view Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales online via Google. Since it has been googlized, you can also see how Google Maps picks out geographic places from the text and puts them on the map:

Rose, Nebraska

“For out of doute I veraily suppose, That he that wrote the Romant of the Rose, Ne coude of it the beautee wel devise..”

See that? It’s combining olde English and punctuation to get a place name: Rose, Nebraska. I’d say that Google is being geographically hyper-aware.

Rock & Roll Saxophone

80’s Power SaxAfter some serious consideration, I’ve decided to come out against the Rock & Roll Saxophone. I can only think of one example of an irreplaceable use of the sax in Rock & Roll. Pink Flyod’s Us and Them would probably be 10% less perfect without it.

I tried, but I just can’t think of any other examples. I can think of plenty of examples where the sax is just noisy filler. The instrument had some prominence in the 80’s power-rock scene, but I think we now see what a tragic mistake this was. I think its time to just recognize that the saxophone should be relegated to Jazz and Marching Bands. It certainly doesn’t rock.

Can you prove me wrong?

Sieg Helium?

This morning’s ride on the shuttle was really quite boring. Everyone one else was either trying to sleep, or doing some last minute cramming. I was looking out the window as usual, when I spotted a balloon while crossing the Fremont Bridge over the Union Pacific yard. Weird, I know. But what was weirder? The red balloon was suspending a Nazi flag. I tried to get a picture with my camera, though it doesn’t do it any justice.

Sieg Helium

Apparently, there was another of these in Tigard on Monday, and apparently someone involved in the creation of these balloons has even posted a few videos on You Tube.

Huh. What’s the word I’m trying to think of? Something like the opposite of effective and the opposite of convincing.

After School

We live near a middle school, which despite the potential for problems, hasn’t been an issue. It means that you just don’t do certain things, like leave temptingly breakable items near the sidewalk. Pumpkins, old windows, bubble-wrap – you get the idea – just simple things to avoid. Overall, its a nice feature of the neighborhood. We have access to a playground, baseball diamond and basketball court. It also means we see the idiosyncrasies of being a child, like getting dropped off by parents 1 block from the school.

One thing I’ve noticed before is the groups of students waiting after school for parents to arrive. They’re usually clumped about, having fun, and usually playfully talking smack. Tonight I was walking home late and was surprised to see that there were still kids hanging out, some just walking home, even though it was after 8 p.m. It’s frightening to think that kids are still waiting that late, and I suppose a sad testament to life these days. The defense mechanism it must take to just hover for hours after school cannot make for a productive learning attitude, and just makes for rough childhood. At least they have a really big map of the U.S. to play on.

Light

It’s so nice to leave for work in the light and return from work in the light. On cloudless mornings, Barley’s walks are even partly lit. It certainly changes the mood.

Missing Remote

I’m not sure how, or exactly when, but my stereo remote has gone missing. It’s been a few weeks now and we’ve done some rudimentary searches, but I suppose it’s now time to give up all hope. Too bad, the “tv room” as we call it, is actually the furnace room too. So, since its winter, the furnace comes on every 4-6 minutes. It would be so nice to hear dialog during a movie.

It probably isn’t fair, but I’m blaming the baby. Her shoe did the same number a few months back.

Tcheese

This was a big weekend for Ella. She started using the potty (though somewhat unreliably) this weekend. She’s rather pleased with her self, most likely because of our cheers. She’s also started asking for cheese by name. As the title suggests, pronunciation is still a little off, but its quite clear that she wants the pepperjack on the cutting board.