Motel Living

Another small space.

I spent the first seven weeks of this summer living in a 21-foot travel trailer parked in a golf course RV park. When I got a late-season contract in Wenatchee, WA, I had to move. Although the folks who hired me had no problem with me parking my camper on their orchard, there was no A/C (alternating current) power and thus, no AC (air conditioning). With temperatures reaching record highs in the area, I wasn’t about to rough it. So I moved into a motel.

I’m staying at the Inn at the River in East Wenatchee. The folks here gave me a good long-term rate, making it quite affordable. My room is small (see photo below), but has the features I need: WiFi, refrigerator, microwave, air conditioning, and a window that opens. There’s even a pool and free breakfast (which I don’t usually take advantage of). And, of course, I have the usual motel creature comforts, like a television with more channels than I can flip through.

At the Inn

The bed does have a bedspread, but I took it off. And yes, that’s my bicycle next to the bed. Every morning, I carry it down and then up the stairs for a 6-8 mile ride on the great biking/walking trail they have nearby.

The view sucks. I look out to the east at a pine tree, major roadway, and mall parking lot. Fortunately, the window has a generous overhang that shades it after 10 AM or so, so I can keep the curtains wide open. The window is pretty big and lets in lots of light most of the day. Part of the window opens, so I can get fresh air in, but I have to leave my room door open for cross-ventilation. The motel folks were thoughtful enough to provide a doorstop, so I can keep it open as much or little as I like.

I wish the view looked west so I could see the weather out toward my orchard. But then it would get brutally hot in the afternoon and I’d have to keep the curtains closed. This is probably better for me, especially since weather doesn’t seem to be a factor.

I have entirely too much junk in the room. That’s my fault, not the motel’s. But I keep it neat and orderly.

The motel has other, bigger and nicer rooms — including rooms with private balconies. But at the rate I’m paying, I can’t really expect to get one of them. As it is, I think I’m getting an excellent deal.

I’ll be here at least another two weeks. Then I’ll make the trip home.

And if you’re ever in the Wenatchee area and need a place to stay — long or short term — I hope you’ll give the Inn at the River a try.

On Censoring Dictionaries

Why?

This morning, one of my Twitter friends @mjvalente linked to an article on John Gruber’s Daring Fireball blog, “Ninjawords: iPhone Dictionary, Censored by Apple.”

As a writer, I’m bothered by most forms of censorship, so I read what Gruber had to say. He described Ninjawords, an iPhone dictionary application, and had all kinds of glowing praise for it, followed by the meat of the problem:

It’s a terrific app — pretty much exactly what I’ve always wanted in an iPhone dictionary, and, yes, with both a better user experience and better dictionary content than the other low-cost dictionaries in the App Store.

But Ninjawords for iPhone suffers one humiliating flaw: it omits all the words deemed “objectionable” by Apple’s App Store reviewers, despite the fact that Ninjawords carries a 17+ rating.

Apple censored an English dictionary.

Gruber goes on to point out just how idiotic this is and, frankly, I can’t disagree with anything he has to say. Dictionaries should include all words in common usage; the words that were removed — words like shit and fuck — can be heard daily on cable television and in schoolyards.

My question is this: By removing them, are they trying to pretend that these words don’t exist?

Whatever.

This morning, I used the Dictionary widget, that’s part of Mac OS X 10.5 Leopard on my Mac. I use this tool often throughout my work day to make sure the words I’m using in my work are the right words or to look up words I’ve heard but am unclear on meaning. With Gruber’s post fresh in my mind, I decided to see what would happen if I looked up shit.

Shit in the Dictionary WidgetGuess what? As you can see in this screen shot, it was there.

So was fuck.

So Apple makes a dictionary with “objectionable content” available as part of its operating system, which can be used by anyone — including school children! — but will not allow an iPhone (and iPod Touch?) app with the same content?

You might argue that the Dictionary widget and application in Mac OS X are protected by Parental Controls. But how many kids who are unfamiliar with these words are likely to be buying dictionary apps? And with these words in common usage throughout the U.S., how many kids do you think have never heard them? And isn’t there some educational value to understanding the true meaning of a word and its usage? I don’t know about you, but I find the Dictionary Widget information shown here quite illuminating. I especially enjoy the “unobjectionable” explanations of the phrases.

This all goes back to George Carlin’s routine “The Seven Words.” The whole routine — not just the words. (If you follow that link and watch the clip on YouTube, watch the whole thing, including his reasoning. George Carlin was a genius.) They’re just words, people. They’re not going to bite you or make you immoral or cause you to want to kill someone. They’re individual words — not even used in sentences to communicate a message. Just plain words.

Sorry, but it just doesn’t make sense to cut them out of the dictionary.

And removing other words with perfectly acceptable meanings — words that even appear in the Bible! — just because they also have “objectionable” meanings only makes matters worse. A cock is a bird. An ass is a donkey. (Gruber’s post lists more of them.) Should kids be kept in the dark about these meanings, too?

Apple, you know I love you — I’ve been using Macs and writing about them since 1989 — but you’re being silly. Cut it out. You’re embarrassing us.

On Words: Helicopter or Chopper?

I fly a helicopter, not a chopper.

When people find out I’m involved with helicopters, they often make comments about choppers. I often get the feeling they’re doing it to make themselves sound knowledgeable or cool. Like they’re in on the industry slang.

But when I hear the word chopper, I think of a ridiculously proportioned, terribly uncomfortable, likely loud motorcycle. Something from Easy Rider. I don’t think of anything that flies.

I don’t use the words helicopter and chopper interchangeably. I fly helicopters. I might see a chopper parked in front of a biker bar or tattoo parlor. I wouldn’t ride one, though. I have two motorcycles I occasionally ride.

I’ve been told that folks who live in San Francisco hate to hear their city referred to as Frisco. I don’t know if it’s true, but I suspect my feelings about the word chopper are similar.

Are you a helicopter pilot or someone who works with helicopters? If so, please do leave a comment letting us know which you prefer. I have to admit that I don’t know any helicopter pilots who call their rides choppers — unless they have two wheels and a kickstand. If you’re one who does, speak up!

My Summer (So Far) in Cell Phone Photos, Part II: July 2009

A look at what I’ve been snapping.

Here’s a continuation of my post of cell phone photos chronicling my summer. You can find June 2009 here; this is July 2009.

July 1, 2009

Mike does AutosRemember Greg from Part I? Well, Mike had to get on my insurance, too, so he flew with Greg. Here they are, at Wenatchee.

Mike’s check flight took a bit longer than mine. It was scary to watch them practice autorotations in my helicopter.

July 4, 2009

TrafficWe watched the July 4 fireworks from East Wenatchee. Wenatchee puts on a good show from Walla Walla Point Park on the river. We were right across the river from there, all comfy with our good cameras. I got some decent shots, but I don’t think I’ve put them online yet.

Afterward, we joined the flow of traffic heading south. We were clear of it once we got past the bridge; we had to drive all the way back to Quincy. It was a nice night and I’m glad we made the trip into the “big city” to see the show.

July 5, 2009

Laundry DayOkay, so it’s a washing machine.

After dropping Mike off for his return flight to Arizona, I did my laundry. I don’t know why I took a photo of this. You can see my lower body and legs in the reflection.

Oddly, I’ve written before about doing laundry while I’m on the road. Back in 2005, I wrote about taking my helicopter to Williams, AZ from Howard Mesa to do my laundry and run other errands. And last year I whined about the filth in the Quincy laundromat I used to frequent. Whatever.

July 10, 2009

Anniversary FlowersOn July 10, Mike and I celebrated 26 years together. For the second year in a row, we celebrated it apart. These are the flowers he sent me.

The flowers came in a bouquet. Generally, I don’t like getting flowers that way. They’re a pain in the ass to prepare — cut off the ends, arrange in a vase, etc. But this bouquet was good to go. All I had to do was fill a vase that I already had from last year, take the plastic off the flowers, and stick them in the water.

They lasted nearly two weeks and made me think of my honey every time I saw them.

You can see leftover curry in a bowl and Alex’s cage in the background.

July 11, 2009

Stealth PhotoThis is a failed attempt at stealth photography. You know — when you photograph someone without them knowing you’re doing it. I obviously need a lot of practice.

The photos was supposed to show a woman who looked incredibly out of place in the Chelan Starbucks.

I was up in Chelan again, visiting with my friend Jim. Frankly, it rained so little in July that I could have stayed in Chelan and none of my growers would have noticed my absence. (But no, I wouldn’t really do that.)

Bridal Party?This is the best reason I can think of for avoiding a bridal shower. Give me a break! I don’t like anybody enough to wear a getup like this in public.

Jim and I were at a Chelan winery, which is really dumb since it was mid-day and neither of us could drink. (Eight hours, bottle to throttle.) This group of women were going to a bridal shower at the winery’s outside dining area.

Moments later, we saw someone hit the curb in the handicapped parking area so hard that he burst the tire on his car.

It was a weird scene all around.

July 13, 2009

My WorkspaceOne of the things I did to fill the time between rain showers — and let me tell you, there was lots of that time — was revise my Leopard book for Snow Leopard. Since I do layout on my Visual QuickStart Guides, I brought along my 24-inch iMac (left). I also bought a 13-inch MacBook Pro (right) to run the Snow Leopard software on. These two computers, along with the usual collection of junk I seem to accumulate, filled my workspace, which was my camper’s dining table.

I got the book done on time.

I’ll send the iMac home via UPS to free up some space in the camper for our return trip to Arizona. Until then, I’m using it in my hotel room to blog, surf, and watch DVDs. Heck, its screen is bigger than the room’s TV!

July 15, 2009

Wenatchee PetroleumPart of my equipment for drying cherries is an 82-gallon fuel tank that I keep filled with 100LL fuel. That’s the kind of fuel my helicopter takes. The tank, which is mounted on my husband’s pickup truck this year, has an electric pump so I can do off-airport refueling. This saves time and money when I have to dry.

When you buy aviation fuel in any kind of quantity, you can buy from a wholesaler. I use Wenatchee Petroleum. And this is their 100LL fuel station.

I took the photo because the place is so incredibly industrial looking and filthy. It’s a fuel pit. I don’t expect it to be any nicer, but it certainly is a contrast to any other place you might buy fuel.

Indian EyesI blogged about this one and got some pretty informative comments from readers who know the area. ‘Nuff said.

I Hate Wal-MartI really do hate the Wal-Mart in Wenatchee. One reason is the checkout lines. Not only are they long, but they’re confusing — they’re set up like flag lots and you never know what side to check out on. They’re also lined with more crap ready for impulse buyers. And they have televisions playing ads all the time. Televisions I can’t seem to shut off with my TV-B-Gone.

July 18, 2009

PinballAnother trip to Blustery’s for another Logger Burger. This time I had it with sweet potato fries. I wrote a little about this visit here.

Yes, the kid is playing pinball. The title on the machine was Lethal Weapon 3 which, ironically, was playing on the television at my friend Jim’s place when I stopped by to visit him yesterday.

And yes, that is a Ms. PacMac video game beside the pinball machine. Flashback! 1981!

I used to love playing pinball, back before video games came out. It was mechanical.

He stands like a statue
Becomes part of the machine
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean
He plays by intuition
The digit counters fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

[Lyrics excerpted from Pinball Wizard by The Who]

Blustery's SignWould I be dating myself if I admitted to seeing Tommy in a movie theater when it first came out? (Yeah, I thought so.)

I also took this photo of Blustery’s sign. That’s the Columbia River’s Wanapum Lake behind it. It was a beautiful but very windy day.

July 19, 2009

Helicopters at OthelloJim and I flew down to an orchard near Othello, WA to meet another pilot and attend a party. Since we both wanted to fly, we took two helicopters.

I like this photo even though it’s crappy. Why? Because you can see my shadow in the bottom corner and it looks ridiculous.

I took a number of better shots with my good camera and will be submitting them for next year’s Robinson calendar. I hope we get a spot.

The two helicopters are parked on the most beautiful grass runway I’ve ever seen in my life. It runs between two orchard blocks — cherries on the left and apples on the right. Jim’s helicopter is closer to the camera.

We gave rides to about 12 people (2 flights of 3 passengers for each of us) before landing here on the strip. I landed a bit behind him because I didn’t like the spacing between our spinning blades if I parked beside him. It’s very photogenic, but would have been better if the far helicopter was forward; the light was coming from the left. Whatever.

July 20, 2009

Power RangersWhen you see two guys working on a power pole outside your door with a pair of clippers, you should not be surprised if the power fails immediately afterward.

This was shot at the Colockum Ridge Golf Course at Quincy where I spent 7 weeks this summer.

My First TomatoOne of the first things I did when I arrived at the golf course RV park in June was to retrieve the planter I’d bought the previous summer and plant tomatoes, basil, rosemary, and some flowers in it. The tomatoes were just starting to ripen when it was time to go.

This is the first ripe tomato.

It’s also a good example of why I hate taking pictures with a cell phone: damn thing never seems to focus on what you want it to.

July 23, 2009

Honkin' Huge CloudThis is the honkin’ huge cloud that formed over the Waterville Plateau about 20-30 miles north of my position. You should have seen it on radar. The thunderstorm moved northeast to Electric City and the Grand Coulee Dam, wreaking havoc along the way.

It stayed sunny in Quincy, though. No flying.

July 27, 2009

Helicopter LZThis is my landing zone at the Wenatchee orchard where I’m finishing up the cherry drying season. I’m parked between a dirt road and a pond in a clearing used as a staging area for cherry picking equipment. One skid is slightly lower than the other; it’s a bit of a slope. I was supposed to park on the other side of the pond, but they’d stacked cherry boxes there. All I could think of was the forklifts and seasonal labor pool moving those boxes around right next to my huge investment. So I parked on the other side of the pond where I thought there would be less activity.

I had arrived earlier that morning and then returned later in the day to put on the blade covers. There had been thunderstorm activity in the Cascades each afternoon and hail was often in the forecast as part of the storms. Even though there was no rain in our forecast, storms happen. I wasn’t about to leave my blades unprotected against hail overnight when I had blade covers to protect them.

Of course, I was also worried about someone driving into the helicopter. So I tied some yellow plastic Caution tape to the tie-down straps and stinger and horizontal stabilizer. Hopefully, that’ll make it a bit more visible to the folks who drive equipment around the orchard.

You can see another view of my landing zone in this post.

July 31, 2009

Rail SignImagine a long, low dam across a wide river. Now imagine a walkway across the top of that dam. Both sides of the walkway have concrete walls about chest high. And on top each wall is a fat metal rail running the whole length of the wall.

This sign is on the wall.

The sign is supposed to tell people not to put their kids on the rail. But my mind saw something else and I knew one of my Twitter friends, @SonoranDragon, would also see something else. So I snapped the photo and put it on TwitPic. It got the kind of responses I expected. Probably the ones you’d expect, too.

Frankly, I feel that folks who design signs should show them to a bunch of people before finalizing them. This sign is just too damn weird.

More photos to come in August….

When is an Ebook Not an Ebook?

When it’s printed.

I just got back from a trip to the office “superstore,” Staples. I needed a printout of the next book I’m supposed to revise.

Huh?

When I write books that are printed — and most of them are books that are printed — I get a bunch of author copies. I keep at least one copy for my archives. Then, when it’s time to revise the book, I have a handy reference to the current edition, which I use as my starting point, keeping it at my side as I work, paging through it to see how or where I covered topics I’ve written about in the past.

But when I write books that are destined not to be printed — in other words, ebooks — I don’t get a copy of the book in print because it’s never printed. Instead, I get the same thing as everyone else: a PDF file containing the laid out pages in ebook format. As a result, the only current edition I have to refer to when working on the new edition is a PDF.

I can’t work with PDFs this way. I need to have a book, on paper, that I can leave open to a particular page and consult while I’m working. I can’t be switching back and forth from Microsoft Word (which I’ll use to revise the book) to Adobe Reader (which I’d use to see the book onscreen). That just doesn’t work for me.

So I had to get the book printed. All 605 pages of it.

I took the PDF to Staples on a CD that contained only the PDF. I told them to print it on 3-hole punch paper. I wanted them to print it double-sided, but since the book starts on an odd page — as all books do — I knew they’d screw it up and put the odd numbered pages on the right side when the book lay open. I couldn’t deal with that. So I had them print it single-sided.

It cost me $49.

The 3-inch binder I had to buy to fit it in cost another $15.

Oh, the Irony!

This is ironic on so many levels.

First is the cost: I spent $64 for a printed copy of my own book. A book that all users of the software it’s about get for free on the software disc. (At this point, I’m thinking I should be calling it a software manual, but my name is on the cover and there aren’t many software manuals you can say that about.) I’m willing to bet that I’m the only person idiotic enough to have printed the whole damn thing and stuck it in a binder.

Next is the fact that the book’s been out for a whole year and I never bothered to print it. Hell, I’ve got enough books on my shelf. Yet when it’s time to revise it — in other words, make it obsolete — that’s when I print it.

But the kicker is this: just the other day, I wrote a blog post rejoicing the fact that, for the first time, I’d finished a book without an exchange of any paper between me and my editors. No printouts, no inked markups, no printed galleys. Electronic all the way.

And now this.

This is so ironic that it could be given as an example of irony in a dictionary.

I Had to Do It

Now those of you who are ebook lovers and paper book haters — and you know who you are — might get the idea that I really didn’t have to print the book. I could have worked with the PDF. It would have saved so much paper. It would have been worth it.

I have three things to say to that:

  • I didn’t use any paper on my last book, so the paper monitors owe me some.
  • The book wasn’t printed for its readers. Think how much paper that saved.
  • It’s definitely worth it to me not to have to switch applications and lose my train of thought while working. The printout will enable me to work more efficiently and effectively. I’ll get the job done quicker. (And then I can turn off my computer and save some energy.)

But no, the irony is not lost on me. Guess I’ll get some more scratch pads made when the new book is done.