Fast Food, Seattle Style

Toshi

I saw this article in the dead-tree edition of this local “alternative weekly” paper, aptly named “The Seattle Weekly.” On the cover it showed an anime-style cartoon ilustrating Seattle’s love affair with teriyaki. As soon as I saw it, I hoped they’d give Toshi his due… thankfully they did.

When I arrived in Seattle in the early weeks of 1986 I wandered into a Toshi’s, and was served by the man himself. I love teriyiaki and the finest practitionaer of this culinary art is Toshi. Of cousre here in Seattle Teriyaki is as ubiquitous, if not more, than every other food and drink option out there, even coffee or hamburgers. So even without Toshi opening up a new place in another neighborhood every few months any more, there are still a myriad of choices for the consumer. Within a short drive of my office there are easily 25-50 Teriyaki places, all small, locally owned, and excellent.

When I was away from Seattle… my time in the UK in the mid-90s, one of the things I really missed was a good cheap Teriyaki lunch. Of course in London, ANY cheap lunch would be welcome because they just didn’t exist.. probably still don’t!

Looking for an excellent fast-food alternative? Try it Seattle-style! Teriyaki.

Better Living Through Chemistry.

I love having interesting friends with knowledge about stuff I’m clueless about. Tonight I was provided with a Chem 101 class via iChat. My good friend, occasional comment provider here, and real live trained professional Chemist, Dan O. was the professor and I the student. Over the course of three hours I learned more than I ever have about a handful of chemicals I NEED to know about if I ever want to achieve some measure of energy independence.

The conversation started when I mentioned my initial test of a batch of veggie oil in preparation for making BioDiesel. I was having trouble doing the tests. The primers on BioDiesel prep were not written in a way that I was comprehending very well, and there was some inconsistencies from one write-up to another. Dan cleared it all up for me. His intimate knowledge of all the elements, processes, and reactions involved allowed him to explain it to me in terms I could grasp.

He also filled me in on some safety procedures, storage strategies, and other bigger picture items sorely lacking from the reading I’ve done to date. I started the evening a bit frustrated, and finished it feeling more confident and motivated to start again.

Thanks Dan!

It works.

processor

I finally finished all the barn project work. I have this processor seen above, a dual-tank wash system, and new this weekend – a bottom draining settling tank. With a stop at my Diesel buddy John’s house on my way home Friday night I picked up enough WVO to finally finish calibrating the processor. It turned out to be a lot of work. However, as of about 10pm tonight I know that it all functions properly. The pump works. The heating element works. The plumbing doesn’t leak. The settling tank works. The mist washer works. I’m ready to go B100! Reduce the Goolsbee family’s dependance on petroleum to near zero. (The Jaguar will still need gasoline, but I don’t drive it as much as even I’d like to!)

I was hoping to get an initial batch made, but that will have to wait. But I’m happy to have all the construction work done. I’ll likely make a few more settling tanks at some point… mostly to replace the filtration system I was using before. The steel barrels can just be used for storage after that. I have a source now for free poly barrels and this bottom draining system is a lot better than the siphoning I was doing before. Faster, cleaner… way better overall.

Here is how it works. The barrel is fitted with two drains in the bungs. One flush with the bottom, but the other with a six inch pipe extending up into the tank. Both drains come out of the bungs and bend 90-degrees, then out a foot long pipe to a ball valve. I cut a hole in the bottom of the barrel, which is now the top, and place a funnel in it to pour the oil into the barrel. The water and crud settles to the bottom of the oil naturally. The pipe with the six inch extension goes up above the water and crud. That way you can drain the clean oil out of the barrel above the level of the water and crud. Very handy. Once the accumulated crud reaches six inches (visible through the translucent poly barrel) you drain it off into a bucket from the other ball valve.

Before I settled in two poly tanks (now my washing system) and would siphon as low as I could from them into my filter barrels. It was easy to see the water at the bottom, but as it accumulated the system got harder to use. When I retired the first barrel to make it my wash tank it had easily 20 gallons of cruddy watery gunk at the bottom. It was a pain in the ass to get down from the platform and out of the barn. Now I’ll never accumulate more that about 5 gallons of water. I can drain it off as it settles.

I’ll post pictures of the whole thing soon.

Summer in Seattle

Will Send-off

I love this time of year. While the rest of the country is sweltering and sweating, it is cool, dry and pleasant here.

The first image above is taken from Will’s good-bye party. Will worked at d.f but left for a “wear a tie” job at Paccar. Sounds like a lose/lose deal to me, but whatever turns his crank. 😉 Anyway we had it at Spike’s dad’s place which is right here. It was a spectacular evening, with the sun setting behind the Olympics and marine traffic on Puget Sound. You can see all my images from that night here.

Seattle at night

That picture was taken last night as I left another social occasion. In this case Aaron Loehr of Bandwidth Advisors put on his annual Sushi party on his houseboat on lake Union. The company was excellent, the food too. The location, out at the end of a dock on the north end of Lake Union, awesome. I chatted the evening away up on the roof of the boat with a bunch of other datacenter geeks from other companies around the region. As I left I snapped this shot off the stern of the boat. It is a little blurry, but I love the way the moon plays on the water.

Cell Phones as a Driving Distraction

I hate to talk on my cell phone while I’m driving. In fact, I hate to talk people on their cell phones when they are driving. Driving a car requires significant amounts of attention. You can not pay attention to driving while also talking on a telephone. Many people will argue that they can, only because they have yet to die in a fiery wreck, and they talk on their phones all the time while driving. I would argue the opposite. On my commute I swear 3 out of 5 drivers have a phone plastered to their head. I have swerved to avoid many inattentive cell-phone yakker drifting over the lane lines on the freeway. It was only due to the fact that I wasn’t distracted, and I was aware that they were, that I avoided collision.

I haven’t been able to adequately argue why you shouldn’t talk on a phone while driving. But somebody else just did it for me.

What follows is probably the most well-considered arguments for why talking on a cell phone is so much more taxing on your brain than other distractions one encounters while driving… It was written by my friend Adam Engst of TidBITs (also a digital.forest client!) as part of an ongoing discussion on a mailing list.

The first bits are quoted remarks from the previous discussion, the rest is all Adam:


(all the reported studies say that the distraction from the process of talking on the phone is as dangerous as the distraction from dialing the phone and holding it).

Are these distractions any more than having a passenger in the car and talking to them? How about the distraction of talk-radio?

I find myself in agreement with the studies that talking on cell
phones while driving is highly distracting, and significantly more so
than talking to another person in the car or listening to talk radio.
I base this somewhat on personal anecdotal experience, but largely on
what I learned while ghost-writing the late Cary Lu’s “The Race for
Bandwidth” book.

The problem is basically that a cell phone conversation is a very low
bandwidth communication channel, with significantly less bandwidth
available than for POTS (plain old telephone system) calls. That’s
why calls break up, voices are hard to understand, and so on. And
even when the voice on the other end is clear and continuous, the
audio range is significantly limited.

Now, whenever you’re faced with a difficult-to-interpret audio
signal, your brain responds by doing a great deal more processing. If
someone you’re speaking with isn’t speaking clearly, for instance,
you’ll look more intently at their face, in essence adding visual lip
reading to what you’re hearing; your brain combines the information
so you can better understand what you’re hearing. With cell phone
conversations, it’s common to see people plugging the ear not being
used for the phone to block out distracting external noises; in
essence, they’re subconsciously trying to devote more brain power to
decoding the cell conversation. I’ve even found myself closing my
eyes when trying to distinguish particular words that are difficult
to distinguish.

As a result, it simply makes sense that if your brain is being forced
to do a great deal of audio processing, it will have somewhat less
attention for driving. I’m sure people can learn the skill of driving
while talking on the phone – repetition will improve nearly any
activity – but I have no doubt that talking on a cell phone is a
notable distraction for many.

What about the situation where you’re talking with someone else in
the car? There are two huge differences. First, the amount of
bandwidth is huge – the audio quality of someone sitting next to you
is many times that of a telephone call. Second, and more important,
if the person in question is an adult, they can (and usually will)
adjust their speaking to the driving conditions. An aware companion
will stop talking if the driver needs to navigate an unfamiliar area,
or if there’s a traffic hazard approaching. Driving with an unaware
companion, such as a screaming baby, would thus be much worse.

How about the radio? Again, the bandwidth is generally higher, and
the audio quality generally improved by being sent through car
speakers. But what’s key with radio is that it’s a one-way
transmission. You must still process the incoming audio, but there’s
no need or expectation that you’ll reply, and the informational value
of the content is generally low. In other words, you can tune out the
radio to concentrate on driving for seconds or minutes with no
downside. And of course, you can always shut it off – you’re in
complete control of the one-sided conversation without even the need
for social niceties (it’s rude to just hang up on someone, but no
radio host is bothered if they’re turned off :-)).

So again, with the acknowledgement that anyone can practice talking
on the phone while driving to improve their driving-while-talking
skills, it seems quite clear to me that it does detract from
attention paid to the road, and more so than either a companion in
the car or listening to the radio. Improving the physical situation
by using a headset and voice dialing rather than holding and dialing
the phone will also help, but only so far.

cheers… -Adam


Well said Adam!

Here’s something you don’t see everyday!

Sunday I went for a drive in the E-type. I had an errand to do, buying a PVC elbow at a hardware store for the barn project, and the local hardware store is closed on Sunday. I drove down to the “big box” store by the freeway, which happens to be located on the Tulalip Reservation. I figured rather than drive back on the Interstate, I’d take back roads out to Marine Drive, then north to the Stillaguamish river, which I could follow home. Turning left rather than right out of the hardware store had me heading for the coast, but the roads all started twisting about. I’ve never really been in this particular area, but I have an excellent sense of direction and knew that if I just kept trending west, I’d eventually hit Marine Drive.

Sure enough I got sucked into and completely spun about in one of those new McMansion housing developments with roads all going this way and that, lots of dead-ends, and no straight paths. It was waaaaay up on a hill, which I had no idea existed, with spectacular views to the NE, towards my home and the mountains behind. Wow. I just wandered slowly, puttering about at 25 MPH through the completed and incomplete McMansions. As I crested a rise I caught sight of a bonnet, and a set of headlights that screamed “Series 1 E-type” parked on the right hand side.

Jaguar? nope...

As the car came completely into view, I knew that it was NOT a Jaguar. I came to halt right in front of it and I recognized the name in chrome script in the grille. This is the first time I have ever seen one “in the flesh” so to speak…

A Mazda Cosmo Sport

Mazda Cosmo Sport

It was almost as if an Alfa Romeo and a E-type mated and had a kid… mutt though it is.

This particular one was also white, and for sale. So if anyone wants one, let me know. 😉

Here is an article Jay Leno wrote about his. Maybe he wants another one? If anyone knows him, and he’s in the market for another one, let me know, I can probably find it again.

I eventually did find my way to Marine Drive, and home. A nice Sunday drive. I love doing that… wandering off in the Jaguar, and following roads I’ve never driven. What a great way to get somewhere… in no particular hurry… and occasionaly discover something completely unusual!