Saturday, February 29, 2020

More Concerned


Oregon starts having cases.



Concerned



The reason I'm starting to become concerned is that the transmission rate of coronavirus is exceedingly fast -- a small percentage of a huge number becomes a whole lot of people.

I've been told that the above statistics are questionable as they reflect global averages. A person who has access to good health care in the US will have a better success rate than one in a less-developed country.

I'm wishing our health care workers and scientists well in this fight.




Wednesday, February 26, 2020

My Reality


How triggered was I? I wrote on a ramen-themed post-it note that I was triggered and put it outside my office. Go figure. No, maybe don't.



Tuesday, February 18, 2020

Essentials



These are my essentials for daily living. Keys, wallet, phone, and, yes, handkerchief.

I suffer from a potpourri of things that make my head explode in a sneezing fit. I might get up and breathe clearly, only at the store to stand next to someone covered in pet dander and erupt.

Having a handkerchief tucked in my back pocket is cheap insurance that whatever weird, exotic or troublesome allergens come my way I have a quick, reliable, socially acceptable way to handle it.

In those rare moments when a sneeze comes too quickly for even a quick-draw to the back pocket, my move of extreme unction is the vampire sneeze –sneezing downward while bringing the crook of my arm to my nose.

You’re welcome!



Wednesday, February 12, 2020

Life Is Good: Shoe Situation



I'm pretty satisfied with my footwear -- here's why:

1) Old hiking shoes are used for yardwork;
2) Hiking boots are well-worn and never blister my feet even after several hours on the trail;
3) I can walk all day in the city with these runners and feel almost fine;
4) Mountain bike cleats I wear on the bike in cold weather or if I need to walk around;
5) Regular road biking cleats I wear when I'm dreaming of being a tour racer.

Academics and serious amateurs should take note, for this will be on the test.



Monday, February 10, 2020

Dishwasher

Academics and serious amateurs will note that when photos like this appear a new appliance has been purchased.

When a kitchen appliance breaks my first instinct is to call the repair person. My thinking is how can something so big, so substantial just be disposed of? 

After a few decades of throwing away money on repairs, I realize that when these appliances start breaking it means that they are nearing the end of their lifespan, even if I think the period of time is too short.

A repair usually means the appliance will only last one or two more years, and will cost about 25% of a new unit. 

I'm sure there are those who will argue that repairing things makes sense financially. And who knows? One could get lucky and get a long period of time out of the repaired unit. 

My mind is now that when these breakdowns occur, and the unit is 10-years old, I should just bite the bullet and purchase new. 



I Never Hesitate To Buy A Whole Duck


Never once have we eaten an entire duck in one sitting. Still, such would be a universally acknowledged tragedy if we sat and someone didn't get their fill.

More importantly, the leftovers never last long as cold duck is almost as delicious as when it is hot.







Saturday, February 8, 2020

"It's Not Empty. It's Resting"



Whenever I find an empty milk carton in the refrigerator or other empty item of packaging put back neatly on the shelf, I can’t help but construct a narrative what transpired. Most often it is merely that someone was in a hurry. Other times I imagine that the person assumed that the crumbs or drops remaining might have future utility in some bizarre context.

As this happens every so often, I’m trying to find a nifty TLA (three-letter acronym) to describe the phenomena. Here’s my thinking thus far:

  • Empty Package Syndrome = EPS
  • Trash Not Acknowledged = TNA
  • Not My Responsibility = NMR
  • Inattention to Reality = ITR
  • It’s Not Empty = INE
  • What. No. Way. =WNW


Recent Art






Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Changes At The DEQ Clean Air Station



When I drove up to the DEQ inspection site today there seemed to be a hundred cars ahead of me. When the intake attendant understood I wished to pay with a credit card, he told me to pull into a very short line.

This was the self-inspection line, where two cars received inspection at the same time.

I scanned the DMV letter with the QR code and my 17-digit VIN number and license plate popped up. I then worked through some screens on a touch pad. The attendant connected a cable to a port under the dash that I didn’t know existed and downloaded the data.

Within five minutes I was on my way. Very nice.

This was a chore that I was happy to have minimized. But it made me consider the other person who previously needed to work that inspection bay. This is the trend of our society, with greater automation and less need for bureaucratic data entry jobs.

In Oregon we have outlawed pumping one’s own gas to offer the public a few minimum-wage jobs. Cashiers in supermarkets are also not completely necessary. With the coming of self-driving cars and trucks, an entire industry of workers, millions of people, will be made redundant.

My pick for the Democratic presidential nomination is Elizabeth Warren, but I am intrigued with the candidacy of Andrew Yang as he is the only candidate talking about this massive problem of employment in the US.

Somewhere in this area one can download all sorts of data.
I don’t have any clear philosophies about how to more equitably distribute our nation’s wealth, but innovation will continue and not all those laid off can become massage therapists, Amazon warehouse workers, and craft brewers. I hope some of Yang’s ideas get coopted into the next administration.


Industrial DEQ iPad.






Sunday, February 2, 2020

Rebranding Portdaddia


This blog started out being an advice forum of what not to do when raising kids.

Somehow the kids survived the early years and are teenagers. Obviously, the days are gone when I could pull out a phone and do an impromptu kid interview. Now I must coordinate an interview request with their “people” and submit a list of questions in advance.

So what is this blog about now that the original premise is no more?

I like to think Portdaddia is the opposite of a travel blog – a stay at home and ruminate kind of thing. Consider this recent rumination:

This speculative blog draws a parallel between the overexposure produced by modernist media interpretations of childhood, and the surrender to invasive information technologies. The collage of images, video and writing of Portdaddia creates a digital living room which is intended to spark critical thinking about the parameters of a conventional American life. Portaddia wishes to ask what it means to be both ridiculous and sublime, symbol and myth. The blog at once underscores the porous internal boundaries of the family unit and suggests how internet culture, and more broadly speaking, the act of blogging, fundamentally shape our experience and use of private space.

Stoke!