On this day 20 and then again 18 years ago, I became a father. So as of today, officially / legally I am a father of adults, rather than children. While I expect it might take me a while to stop talking to people about how my “kids” are doing, the fact is that you have both been on the path to adulthood for a long time now. Looking back, it’s clear to me now that I actually didn’t become an adult fully until your mother and I became responsible for the two of you. Maybe I’m still not fully an adult?
On this special occasion for all of us, I wanted to take the time to write down what’s on my mind and a few wishes for you as you live the rest of your lives as adults.
First off, try your best to keep the best of your child hood: the curiosity you each meet the world with, your kind nature and most of all your deep friendship with each other.
Next, leave the necessary, but unpleasant aspects of childhood behind: the petty jealously, the need to fit in and go along with the crowd and certainly the lack of self assurance and self esteem.
Being a parent to adults doesn’t end the worries of parenthood. I worry that I haven’t done enough to prepare you, but then I see how well adjusted you are and that vanishes. I worry that I will loose my relationship with you, but then I find myself deep in a conversation and know that we’ll always be able to talk with each other. I worry most of all about what the world will bring you, but then I am calmed by the knowledge of what you will bring to the world.
You are each the greatest achievement of my life and I am thankful to have played a small part in who you are and am more excited than anything to be able to see who you will become.
We started watching Murder Mountain on Netflix last night. Only a few episodes in, so not sure I’d recommend it yet, but so far so good.
One of the central themes is the large number of missing persons from this one county in California, which also happens to the the same county that supposedly produces 60% of the weed in the US (not sure how this is determined…). As I was watching last night, I started to ponder what it means to me “missing”. It seems to me that it wouldn’t make sense for someone to describe themselves as missing. The closest they might come that would make sense is to describe themselves as hiding, but that’s not the same as missing.
Missing is not a property of a person, but rather of a person’s relationship with other people placed on them by those other people. The only people considered missing are in that category because someone is missing them. Someone else wants to know where they are but doesn’t.
That got me to thinking about how many other labels are applied to us by those we are in relationship with rather than that we choose ourselves. That seems like a long list.
I saw an ad for Story Corps One Small Step program a few months back and filled out an application. I’ve always enjoyed Story Corps, but the OSS program struck me as important with its focus on building bridges across divides and proving that people with different beliefs can engage in civil dialog and perhaps even learn from each other.
I was selected and my conversation will happen this Friday. Here is all I know about my interview partner:
I’m pretty damn liberal, but with a few areas of more traditionally conservative views (I tend towards pro-life, for example, but not the sign-waving, pray it away types.) I swear a lot. I honestly think a real apology is worth as much as a good public policy and I suck at both. I’m excited to meet you.
Here are the questions I came up with:
Was there a specific event or person in your life that shaped the views you hold today?
Have you ever changed a strongly held belief and if so, why?
Do you think there is a limit to our ability to understand each other (humanity in general – not us specifically)?
Have you noticed how you interact with people change in the last 10 years? Has that change coincided with social media use at all?
Whats the one thing you’ve heard me say today that you wish I would change my mind about and why?
What do you hope someone listening will get out of our conversation?
Anything else you can think of to ask to get an interesting conversation going? I will be looking forward to this all week.
This is podcast 2 in a two part series (part 1 here)on our 2018 section hike of the Appalachian Trail through the White Mountains in New Hampshire. Kendall and I recount our various adventures and sum up with what we are taking away from this most recent walk in the woods (more mountains than woods…), including:
Getting back on the trail after an unplanned day off.
Making decisions as a group
How luck plays a huge role in your experience
How hiking can “force” you into a more meditative frame of mind
We are already planning our next adventure, so if you have any suggestions of sections we should take a look at , drop them in the comments below.
A little late in getting this posted, but we hit the Appalachian Trail again this summer. It was Kendall and I, plus Mason this time as well as 4 friends from church. This trip all got started last summer when I was talking about our trip to Shenandoah and Greg, a guy I go to church with, expressed some interest in doing a section hike. 10 months, a few planning meetings and a lot of miles in the car later, we were in Pinkham Notch getting ready for what would turn out to be a really challenging, but really rewarding 8 days on the AT.
This hike was a lot different than our previous section in Shenandoah, but as I come off this section (and with the benefit of a few weeks or R&R back home), I can say that it has only strengthened my resolve to through hike. Where there is a will there is way.
Mason, Kendall and I say down to record our experiences on the first half of the trip, including:
A pretty easy first day from Pinkham Notch to Osgood tent site
A way harder second day over Mt Adams and Madison to get the Perch (with some getting separated and lost for good measure)
A recovery third day with awesome weather to get great views from Mt. Washington and an overnight stay at Lake of the Cloud hut.
A very nice fourth day that got us in pretty early at Nauman tent site
A surprise 5th day that you’ll have to listen to hear what happened…
I’ve been a crypto currency enthusiast for a few years. This past Christmas, I decided to do more than dabble with investment and take a try at mining. Mining the premier crypto coin directly, bitcoin, is out of the question for the hobby miner without investing in ASICS which mostly (completely?) come from Chinese manufacturers that seem to use them themselves to mine for a few months before selling them on the open market. Rather than jump in there, I decided to try my hand at GPU based mining which can be used to mine for coins like Etherium, Zclassic and Zen-cash.
a motherboard off of alibaba (which was an experience) that can support up to 8 GPUs directly not he board and in theory 4 more through risers (I say in theory since the PCI Express slots are all blocked by the cards in the main slots)
5 EVGA 1070ti hybrid GPUs from Amazon and 2 from Newegg. I must have just slipped in before the great GPU shortage of 2017/2018 as I ended up with 4 of the 5 cards from Amazon and none of the Newegg cards. I feel lucky to have any of them given the prices and availability since then.
the most crazy expensive 1500W Platinum power supply I could find
An open air frame that has the capacity (that I probably won’t use) to hold up to 12 cards
A few extra fans…mostly for the lights.
I put everything together in a few hours, downloaded simplemining os and was up and running in 4 hours. I made one mistake of not configuring my miner to point my account on suprnova (don’t yell at me…I’ve since switched to ZHash.pro) so the first few hours of mining went out into the ether (or more likely the suprnova wallet of the smos developer).
I’ve had the rig offline a few times for a total of maybe 4 hours, once to install the fans and once to move it from the bench where I built it to the shelf where it’s going to live, but otherwise it’s been running for 4 weeks straight. I am getting about 2,000 Sol/S mining Zencash (not the most profitable, but I like the project) and have mined a bit short of 8 zencash in a little over 4 weeks. At current prices (admittedly depressed) that’s worth around $280 with total electricity costs of $28, for a net profit of $252, which puts the payback on what I have invested so far on the rig at around 10 months.
I’d like to add some more cards to get to a full 8, but not at the current prices. Otherwise, I think I will just let it run, HODL my coins and see what happens the next few months.
Sometimes synchronicity works in your favor and sends you just the idea you need right when you need it.
One may long, as I do, for a gentler flame, a respite, a pause for musing. But perhaps there is no other peace for the artist than what he finds in the heat of combat. “Every wall is a door,” Emerson correctly said. Let us not look for the door, and the way out, anywhere but in the wall against which we are living. Instead, let us seek the respite where it is—in the very thick of the battle. For in my opinion, and this is where I shall close, it is there. Great ideas, it has been said, come into the world as gently as doves. Perhaps then, if we listen attentively, we shall hear, amid the uproar of empires and nations, a faint flutter of wings, the gentle stirring of life and hope. Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others, in a man. I believe rather that it is awakened, revived, nourished by millions of solitary individuals whose deeds and works every day negate frontiers and the crudest implications of history. As a result, there shines forth fleetingly the ever-threatened truth that each and every man, on the foundation of his own sufferings and joys, builds for all.
That’s different. This western-front business couldn’t be done again, not for a long time. The young men think they could do it but they couldn’t. They could fight the first Marne again but not this. This took religion and years of plenty and tremendous sureties and the exact relation that existed between the classes. The Russians and Italians weren’t any good on this front. You had to have a whole-souled sentimental equipment going back further than you could remember. You had to remember Christmas, and postcards of the Crown Prince and his fiance, and little cafes in Valence and beer gardens in Unter den Linden and weddings at the mairie, and going to the Derby, and your grandfather’s whiskers.