Rivers

Having seen the San Rafael Swell from the top (i.e. from the Wedge Overlook), I decided it was time to see it from the bottom. I rented an inflatable kayak from the Carbon County Rec Center, waited for some rain to blow over, then impulsively decided to go down a Class II+ section of the nearby Price River. It proved a challenging introduction to the sport. Water’s powerful. Like, crazy powerful. Buoyancy is no match.

In any case, I survived (and, thanks to Jack’s Plastic Welding, my stuff even stayed dry!), somewhat wiser.

Kayaked the San Rafael River a few days later, from Fuller’s Bottom to the San Rafael Campground. The run was every bit as beautiful and impressive from the bottom as one would expect from the top. Went down a nearby creek the next day. Here are some pictures:

2010.06.18 Rivers!

Made it to Telluride early Saturday morning, in plenty of time to see some incredible music (including Jerry Douglas, Béla Fleck, Sam Bush, and Yonder Mountain String Band). Fittingly, a half-moon rose in the south-eastern sky while Yonder performed.

But Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros stole the show–giving one of the best live performances I’ve ever been privileged to see. Such tremendous and positive energy, channeled through a full stage of nine musicians. The band’s carnivalesque sound is borne out in their costumes–appearing as a band of gypsies, transported to Telluride’s mountain stage straight from their depression-era migration to California’s fruit fields in search of work. I can’t help but wonder if the band members appear on stage as themselves, of they’re in elaborate and brilliant costume. Whether sincere to affected, the result is brilliant.

I often find it off-putting when a band’s lead singer doesn’t play an instrument. Not so for Alex Ebert, whose eccentrism and energy would only be encumbered by an instrument and less mobile than a tambourine (at any given time, up to four tambourines are often being played on stage). I suspect he’s mad (or, again, a brilliant performer), but the passion that courses through the songs is powerful, almost palpable when performed for a live audience.

I don’t know if I’ve gained any new appreciation for their debut album, Up From Below–but I have tremendous appreciation for the band. If you get a chance to see Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros live, do. Period.

It’s funny–I’m certain I’ve seen more “celebrate diversity” bumper stickers in Telluride than anyone representing the diversity to be celebrated. What an incredibly white place. You’d think I would be de-sensitized to angle-saxon overload, living in Bozeman the last six years.

I’m off to Mesa Verde and Natural Bridges, en route to Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument. Whoo!

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ugly duckling

I’m kayaking down the Price river, running the section between the Scofield Reservoir and the UT 6. I’m cold–a logjam a few miles upriver dumped me. The sun’s out, but the day is cool–especially when wet. The sun reflects off the rippling water, the tall marsh grasses on either side, the small, whitish sandstone outcrop ahead at the bend.

Approaching the bend, I flush a duck and ducklings (Northern Pintail, I believe). Three, four, five–everything’s moving quickly. I can’t count them all. I’ve never seen so many.

They take off down-river, the ducklings stringing out behind their mom. The ducklings form a chain–ten feet long–anchored to their mother. They’re swimming as fast as they’re able–yet with sufficient presence of mind to form a line. Schoolchildren could learn from ducks.

They’re beautiful, swimming quickly downstream. I feel a pang of regret that my presence, in my big, yellow, rented inflatable kayak, is causing such wonderful creatures such distress. If only they knew that I mean no harm.

Rounding the bend, with the ducks all in a row, I’m able to count nine ducklings. But wait–wasn’t there one more?

Then I seem him, the tenth duckling. He’s swimming twenty feet behind the chain of siblings. He’s smaller, and is swimming with a sort of spastic, frenzied gait. His siblings are smooth and composed. I wonder if it’s simply on account of his size (working harder to try to keep up), or if he has some deformity.

He can’t keep up. The other ducks easily outpace me in my little rubber kayak. He can’t escape. He stays barely ahead of my bow. )

The duckling’s mom and siblings continue quickly, smoothly, easily down the river. The distance between them grows. It becomes apparent that he’s being left behind.

The bunch soon disappears around another bend ahead. Their straggler sibling stays just ahead of my bow, growing visible exhausted. I cross to the far bank to give him (her?) some space. He stops, then starts, then finally stops. I float past. His family has long since passed out of sight.

And I’m heartbroken. I’ve just witnessed duckling–smaller and slower than his (her?) siblings–abandoned. They never hesitated. The hen never slowed or turned her head. She’ll count her ducklings when the danger’s passed.

Three or four times more I encounter the bunch. Rounding a corner, I see them. They startle, and resume their quick course downriver.

I doubt that ducks share our notion of the atomic family. I’m sure, on the river, the hen that slows to wait for the slowest duckling looses the whole brood. But I couldn’t help but to feel some measure of guilt for how I had just broken a family–had thrust the youngest and smallest into premature independence.

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Heisman v. Goldwater: Athletic Success and Academic Recruitment

Abstract:

Assuming intercollegiate athletic success leads to increased university applications, is this effect similar between research universities and non-research universities? To find out, 2001 through 2009 applicant statistics for 115 universities with NCAA Division 1-A football teams are analyzed. Athletic success at non-research institutions is found to increase subsequent applications by nearly 10%. Athletic success at research institutions, by contrast, produces a negative, non-significant effect.

Download the full paper here: Mark_Egge-2010-Heisman_v_Goldwater.pdf.

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the Federal Land Recreation Enhancement Act (FLREA)

I read and and (generally) enjoy www.NewWest.net–an online magazine covering news relevant to the Bozeman community as well as outdoor living in the Rocky Mountain West.

I’ve been annoyed of late, however, by the repeated tirades of one particular NewWest.net author, Bill Scheider, against the Federal Land Recreation Enhancement Act (FLREA).

Enacted under the Bush administration in 2004, the FLREA’s most significant effect was to increase user fees for public lands and pave the way for the privatization of campgrounds in our national parks. Now, I’m no fan of fees (who is?), but his plaintive whining lacks any reasonable ground in economic theory. I’ve exceeded my tolerance threshold. So, to “shut him up”–ha! No–just to vent my frustration–I’ve wasted an hour of my time trying to bring some reason to the discussion. I’m sure I’ve failed, but owing to the effort involved, I’ve re-posted my response here.

The particularly objectionable article that I responded to: http://www.newwest.net/topic/article/obama_retains_bush_legal_defense_of_public_land_recreation_fees

The entire list of Schneider’s rants on the subject: http://www.newwest.net/topic/article/recreation_fee_chronology

(And, yes, I’m aware of the comparisons to be drawn between arguing on the internet running in the Special Olympics. I require no reminder.)

(Good heavens. I’m going to break a personal rule, here, and argue on the internet.)

Let’s be clear: are President Obama’s environmental policies everything that left-ist environmentalists had “hoped” for? No. Does that mean he hates national forests? No. The suggestion that Mr. Obama’s environmental policies have so far been the same as Mr. Bushs’ is hyperbolic, at best. Ken Salazar is no Edward Abbey, true–but also no Gale Norton.

To read Mr. Schneider’s repeated polemics against the Federal Land Recreation Enhancement Act (FLREA), you’d think the act a bald-faced and pernicious attack on Americans’ access to public lands.

It’s not. Rather, the FLREA is simply a manifestation of the free-market/capitalist belief that user fees best allocate scarce resources between competing users. Nothing more, nothing less.

The grounds for reasonable arguement, here, is over the term “best”. A free market environmentalist believes “best” to mean “most efficient”. Mr. Schneider, it seems, believes “best allocation” to mean “most egalitarian”. Disagreement with the free market allocation scheme naturally follows.

The economics of the matter is clear: assuming 1) sufficient crowding to reduce ALL USERS’ enjoyment of a given recreation area / public land (owing to dislike of forests teeming with mall-like masses, or simply because crowds imply more impact, litter, overflowing parking lots, etc.); and 2) the availability of good (less crowded) substitutes (there’s plenty of public lands around the Mount Lemmon area), THEN charging a user fee will actually increase the total amount of utility (roughly: enjoyment) users get from a fee-affected area.

The short explanation is: user fees mean fewer users, but more enjoyment for those fewer users. Let me try to explain:

Let’s use Mount Lemmon (or, specifically the Sky Island National Scenic Byway) as an example. Given Mount Lemmon’s relative proximity to Tucson, let’s say that, on a given weekend, recreators will flock to Mount Lemmon up until the point that Mount Lemmon is so crowded that recreators are indifferent between going to Mount Lemmon and, let’s say, nearby Catalina State Park (which, we assume, can accommodate many users and is not threatened by overcrowding).

Now, suppose the introduction of a High Impact Recreation Area (HIRA) user fee of, say, $20 for Mount Lemmon. Those who were previously indifferent between a crowded Mount Lemmon and an uncrowded Catalina State Park now go to Catalina. Those who get $20 worth of enjoyment from a less-crowded Mount Lemmon will now be indifferent between Mount Lemmon and Catalina.

Here’s the difference, though. Those who get greater than $20 worth of enjoyment from a less crowded Mount Lemmon than Catalina State Park are now much better off. If one was previously indifferent between a free but crowded Mount Lemmon and Catalina State Park, but gets $30 worth of enjoyment from hiking in a less crowded Mount Lemmon, this person gets $10 worth of pleasure from the Mount Lemmon area that, if not for the fee, nobody would get in the absence of the fee.

In short, the user fee allocates a scare recreation area from those who value it less to those who value it more. When crowded, nobody gets much enjoyment (relative to other alternatives) from the area. When less crowded, at least a few people get considerable enjoyment.

(I’m sorry if I’ve explained this poorly–the concept certainly deserves better explanation.)

My point is simply this: there’s nothing pernicious about the FLREA. The lawmakers who drafted and voted for the FLREA, I’ll wager, love our public lands and resources as much as any who argue against recreational area taxes. They just happen to hold the view that user fees are the best (i.e. “most efficient”) way to preserve and ensure access to our national treasures.

For my part, I love our national forests and parks. The only reason I’ve felt outrage about the increased fees for, say, privatized campgrounds in our national parks, is that I grew up paying $6, and now I have to pay $18. But if I’d grown up with the expectation that staying in an improved campground with such amenities as a fire-pit, clean, painted table, toilet, water, etc. cost $18, I’d have no quibbles. Better a campground priced at marginal cost than no campground at all.

(Let the flaming begin…)

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surgery

I’m headed in for back surgery next week (sometime–exact date TBD).

(I herniated a disc at L5/S1 while working in the Montana Conservation Corps during the summer of 2008. After ~6 months and two epidural steroid injections, I gained 95% pain relief. I had almost 12 months as a normal (well, relative to me, anyway) healthy, active 22/23 year-old, before a recurrence of pain in January 2010.)

Two additional injections have provided limited relief.

Dr. Speth will be performing an L5/S1 microdiscetomy. Should be a slam dunk: > 95% chance of success without any complications.

I’m a little scared–there’s a very minute chance of paralysis or death. But I’m also a little excited. Heaven knows, I’m ready to be pain-free again. I’m ready to touch my toes again. Ready to sit comfortably again. Ready to be without any reasonable excuse to be cranky, lazy, flabby, reclusive.

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dance me to the end of love

Here’s a little cultural curiosity that I can’t quite figure:

Some random Bozeman blogger turned me on to the contemporary artist Jack Vettriano (noted for his “noirish dramas with dashing men and glamorous women, all smoldering with underlying narrative”).

One of Vettriano’s better known pieces (though not a personal favorite) is called “Dance Me To The End Of Love”, below:

Jack Vettriano - Dance Me To The End Of Love
Dance Me To The End Of Love – Jack Vettriano (1998)

Painted in 1998, the title of this piece seems to draw from a Leonard Cohen track of the same name. A Holocaust-inspired love song (released on Cohen’s 1984 album “Various Positions”), “Dance Me to the End of Love” has a delightful music video, released in 1994:


Music video of Leonard Cohen’s Danse Me to the End of Love

Which, in turn, led me to notice this Vettriano: Model In White.

Compare to ~3:45 in the above.

Model-in-White-1993.jpgModel in White – Jack Vettriano (1993)

The time-line here is interesting. Model in White was painted in 1993. The above video seems to make reference to this painting (or, at least the imagery is strikingly similar). Then, in 1998 Vettriano titles a painting after (or at least identically to) the 1984 song.

I’m not sure what’s so interesting about all of this, other than to observe that there may exist some reciprocal admiration between Jack Vettriano and Leonard Cohen.

And, it makes sense. Though working with completely different mediums, the two manage to evoke similar themes, moods and images (which, perhaps, I’ll attempt to describe later…).

If you decide to check out Jack Vettriano, put on some Leonard Cohen (perhaps even Various Positions). And enjoy. Here’s a well-written introduction to Vettriano (a review of his exhibition at the Portland Museum in 2005): http://th-inkwell.blogspot.com/2004/08/vettriano.html

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personally assigned corporate identifier

If I were more motivated, I’d write this up into a white paper. But here’s the basic idea:

Banks and other entities that deal with sensitive (especially financial) information often require that their customers specify a “passphrase” (mother’s maiden name, a PIN, etc.) to verify their identity for transactions over the phone (and sometimes through online portals).

The next step in improving the security of a customer’s information and assets will be the reverse–a personally assigned identifier for a corporate identifier.

So I get a call from Wells Fargo yesterday–some 1-800 number that I don’t recognize. The caller identifies himself with a name and says that he wants to inquire about suspicious activity with my credit card. He asked me whether or not I made certain transactions with my debit card ($400 for Chelsea football apparel, $450 for some online bingo website, blah blah). My card’s numbers, apparently, had been “compromised”–and I’m grateful for the phone call, and that the charges are being reversed.

But in retrospect, I realized that I had no way of verifying the caller’s identity, and that I gave away information like candy–as though the person on the other end of the call was my trusted, personal banker. I didn’t even catch his name.

Fortunately, this call was real. But it could have been malicious. It could have been the person who stole my credit card–and had that person asked me for my PIN or my mother’s maiden name, I probably would have given it out without a second’s hesitation. Which scares me.

So the solution is this: when I become a Wells Fargo customer in the future, I’ll provide Wells Fargo with a PIN or passphrase to verify my identity in the future if I should need to call a banker. Then, I’ll provide Wells Fargo with their passphrase, to be used to identify their authorized agents who might call me.

Then, next time I got a call from a Wells Fargo employee, the employee would provide me with the passphrase I assigned to Wells Fargo. I might provide my PIN as well–such that we’ve both verified each others’ identities before the conversation begins.

In the computer world, certificate-based schemes work very much in this manner. I suspect it’s only a matter of time before banks, medical clinics, universities, phone companies, etc. adopt such a measure.

Only, it needs something more catchy than “personally assigned corporate identifier.” Something that makes a good accretion (consider the abysmal failure of the CVV2 code, variously known as the “security code”, “the three digits off of the back of the card”, the online verification thing. etc.) Any suggestions?

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framing: casualty to the failing war on standard def

It’s unfortunate that, despite being shot in High Def now, The Daily Show and The Colbert Report are still shot to be 4×3 (see: old TV) compatible.

To by 4×3 compatible, all of the action need to contained within what fits in a 4×3 frame. None of the action can be moved to the peripherals of the screen.

The result is ugly, crowded shots–too much clustered in the center, with the peripherals completely wasted. It makes me feel claustrophobic to watch.

I’d rather watch it in standard def–just so that I don’t have to see all of this space available on the sides. I can’t imagine how upsetting it is to be a camera man on the Daily Show and have to intentionally create bad looking shots.

Ugly Daily Show Screenshot

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so much for cosmic (spiritual?) interconnectedness

In this last and most recent analysis, we are ultimately alone.

Not in the short, small individual relationship sense (in which we are, then we are not, then sometimes we are again), but in a vast cosmic sense. In a great, gaping, vast infinity of empty, black space sense.

In the sense that, while preparing dinner last night, I was in a perfectly pleasant mood, good spirits–enjoying that certain aura of contentment that comes with having no greater concern than whether I’ve added just the right amount of basil to my gorgonzola spread.

It wasn’t until halfway through dinner that someone mentioned that there had been an earthquake in Haiti. It was said at dinner that 100,000 were dead, buildings flattened, a country reduced from struggling poverty to screaming ruins in a mere matter of minutes–but some accident (function) of indifferent geology.

I’m taken aback at my lightheartedness while I prepared dinner. Not that I hadn’t seen the news or read a report. But rather, that somewhere mere hours away by airplane a human tragedy of such potent and immediate magnitude was unfolding–while I was completely unperturbed, unaware.

We are not all one. Were we, I should have sensed the tragedy. I should have been unnerved, ill at ease, inexplicably upset or distressed. Not brimming with contentment, unwrapping my baked garlic.

And yet I was.

So much for spirituality. So much for cosmic interconnectedness. So much for Haiti…

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Perfect Creamy Tomato Sauce

Ingredients:

  • Olive Oil
  • Garlic
  • 1 or 2 Hot-House tomatoes
  • One 6 oz can tomato paste (preferably organic for that sweet elusive smug flavor)
  • Sugar
  • Spices (preferably thyme, rosemary, cardamom and fresh basil)
  • Vegetable stock (or bullion vegetable base)
  • Half & Half (or, substitute half as much Heavy Whipping Cream and increase amount of vegetable stock for a runnier sauce)

Instructions:

  1. Crush and mince 3-4 cloves of garlic. Saute in 2 – 4 tbps olive oil.
  2. Add butter, 2-4 tbps.
  3. Slice 1-2 large hot-house tomatoes. Add just as garlic starts to brown.
  4. Add one 6 oz can of tomato paste.
  5. Add 1-2 tbps sugar, some rosemary, hearty pinch of thyme, cardamom, 4 – 6 tbps fresh chopped basil
  6. Salt and pepper (generous)
  7. Add ~ 1 cup vegetable stock, increase to medium-high heat
  8. Add ~ 1 cup half-and-half
  9. Simmer until sauce thickens. Serve hot.

Serves 5.

Serve over ravioli, gnocchi or penne. Garnish with fresh shaved parmesan and a sprig of parsley.

Pair with a medium-bodied, fruity wine. Try a lemberger, primitivo or red zin.

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