Daryl's Web Log
September 12, 2007
They say its bad luck to use a match three times like lighting 3 cigarettes in a rowthe ghost walks or something like that.....but i've now had to restart by BBQ grill three times....what do they say about that?
Road trippin last couple weeks...
August 15, 2007
heres a Photo of two machines...A Robinson R44 Helicopter and a J. Madsen Model Mon. Setter
July 15, 2007
........is an Alaskan Yupik Eskimo community of around 800 people that sits on the Yukon Delta, where "The Mighty" dumps into the Bering Sea. It's flatter than flat and sits the width of one 2 X 4 above sea level. There are no roads....one boardwalk serves as main street through town...a roller coaster of frost heave on a quad, dodging missing boards, nails, and little children for 1 1/2 miles....Kotlik is comprised of hud homes on steel piers both sides of the boardwalk. There are two stores, 1 school and a post office. The written word can not adequately describe Kotlik...so here is photo....wait a minute...forget photo...I can describe Kotlik in one word
I was trying to think of what else to write....its not a case of writers block its just that I cant think of anything to write. The Yukon Delta....it's all been writ about.....lets see...its flat....its full of bugs......and if I'm not in a marsh then I must be in a swamp.
What else is there.....The mighty Yukon River splits into multiple yukonettes.....it's all the same....put a hundred miles between two spots and its the same thing....flat...water....full of bugs...but lately the bugs haven't been so bad...and I don't mind having them around as it gives me somebody to talk to.
You know you got standing water over your foot, ankle to waist high 75% of the time on the Delta. Yesterday morning me and Cyril had a couple hour wait out in foot deep marsh all around....so we decided to hike for some willows on the horizon across muskeg and floating mat....the mat kept getting thinner over water and if you were too slow you would sink into the quickswamp....its like quicksand except its quickswamp...so we had to skitter run across the surface with the sinking depression following right on our heels...you cant slow down to judge if the muskeg is getting too thin and reverse or you'll sink into an organic wormhole full of hydrogen sulfide and methane gases....who knows how deep...you have to plow full speed ahead and have faith that shit will get thicker. ...I mean....that stuff...the jostling in my pack causes an implement to pierce a can of Pepsi. dumping its contents.
"oh this is just wonderful Cyril...I got Pepsi running down my ass and a hole to a swampy grave chasing me"
"Maybe the caffeine in the Pepsi will wake your ass up"
"uh oh...I think the top of my boot has been breached ..Cyril...If we make it outa here I'm gonna hafta cut off my leg....."
Hey...speaking of helicopters we got R44's again....spend half the day riding the blade.
.... more economical and earth friendly then the BLM's chopper
here's a small video of working the Kotlik project if you want to die of boredom
will add some photos soon...stay tuned.
June 23, 2007
Boy....I sure did a good job on keeping up with my weblog while hanging around in Europe. So now its time to play catch up....
it all started on a cargo flight called Chicken Coop Airlines out of Vancouver, Canada. Okay...it was really Martin Air but Martin was a chicken. I was going to go into a diatribe here about Martin Air but It's just a crap airline...keep in mind... They are "cargo specialists"
because Martin Air is a cargo specialist...it only makes sense to compress the human cargo together....it markets the airline with photos of beautiful blond uniformed Dutch stewardesses in exotic locations. I was less claustrophobic in a brass/copper Mark V diving suit. Martin Air felt like a slave ship with all occupants chained together breathing each others toxic gases inside a metal husk that has not seen the light of day since the day it was made. Forced up to float in the atmosphere on a tide of greenhouse gas.
Inside the "cabin" but referred during internment as the "hold" was a scene of human misery. Seats so unnaturally compressed together as to offer no sort of natural sitting position to anybody over 6 ft. tall. Potentiol deep vein thrombosis sufferers beware....the wails and the moans are bearable....the cry's are not.
typically there was a bout 14 inchs between my chest and the seat in front, but because the seat in front was broken the distance was reduced to 5.5 inchs. The seats German occupant did not seem to care her seat was broken and perhaps was delighted by it.
I was in the perfect spot to give the lady a haircut....or massage her temples....apply her make up, pick her nose, or butter her forehead with jam.
Amsterdam was a small holiday meet up with our dear arsehole friend Lee from England who traveled with us across Africa many years ago.
Here's a small gallery of the Amsterdam trip. Less Cultural trip this one around and more of an insight into local social studies. (whoops....I guess only 3 or 4 photos are Amsterdam...the rest are bits and pieces of Scotland)
Many men have come in search of the Tobermory Wiskey Distillery
Okay from Amsterdam we took off for Scotland and to Sail the Inner Hebrides around the Isle of Mull.
There was an incredible amount of forces out to make us fail. There were unseen Wrecks and Rocks, Royal Navy Submarines, Storms and tidal currents, dragging anchors, reverse colour navigation buoys, curry dinners. Docks and navigation aids seemed to get in the way of the boats forward progress from time to time. But we succeeded where others had failed (as recorded by official wreck symbols on British Admiralty Marine Charts)
Our first encounter with the wind in the Sound of Mull.
First Port of Call, Tobermory, Isle of Mull. ( panoramic photo)
Jonathan on the Isle of Coll
Mary and Birt initiate an Abrupt Diesel EngineTack
Basking Shark. As motoring into the harbour at Coll...I looked to aft so as to gauge the distance towards another motoring yacht to find a very large dorsal fin just off our stern, maybe 30 ft. ...not until it's caudal fin broke the surface did we realize it to be a Basking Shark. And one that probably had tangled with a ships propeller cutting off the top portion of its dorsal fin. (found this photo below on the web)
Here's a little multi media ditty to round out the holiday.
June 7, 2007 3:00am
Happy Birthday Mare...congratulations....your a whole year older than I.
Cant sleep....all jet lagged out...everything is very quiet Mary is sound asleep and Lee is crashed forward. I'm alone in my consciousness...maybe I should wake somebody up....its not fair they sleep in bliss and I am trapped in awareness at 3:00 am....the boat has a gentle rock to it as it lies in harbor. The wooden planks creak softly now and then...The City of Amsterdam barely makes a noise outside. The inside of the boat looms large...it is 140 feet long and about 20 feet wide. All this space holding in all this silence....I have to suppress the urge to march up and down the inside of the boat stomping my feet in wooden clogs and clashing together two large cymbals while singing Hari Rama, Hari Hari Rama... at the top of my lungs.
So I guess I'll just pop an Amstel and maybe try to write a story to go to sleep by about nothing in particular.........
They have been following me for weeks
We have been following him for weeks
Well here we are. Amsterdam. You gotta love Amsterdam. Conduit and collision of the worlds trade in business and pleasure. Grimy city unlike Netherlands proper. City of Lights. Should be called city of Transvestites....Thiefs, aging American hippies, terrorists, tourists and hacks. Johnny Black swilling jap businessmen....gays..lesbians...drifters..., cokeheads, mainlining junkies and other hopeless druggies, destitute alcoholic ghetto dwelling low life freakazoids. And their all riding bicycles.
Well here we are. Amsterdam. you gotta love Amsterdam. conduit and collision of the worlds trade in information. Every political entity has his vermin crawling the streets of Amsterdam. Drugs, Guns, and wars....go to Islamabad if that's your gig....not here in Amsterdam...here the main commodity is information. Everyone comes for information, the nobles, the spies, emissaries of political states, scouts of terror organizations The Johnny Black swilling jap businessmen, and the tourist...the tourist always want information....providing the perfect cover.
...And what was I doing here?....I'm just like them...I came here to escape, to get away,...to get lost. And here I am lost in a dark corner of the old style coffee shop near central station. A cappuccino and a Heineken on the table before me. next to a rolled up copy of the IHT. a Marley brand zig zag and 2 grams of Lebanese hashish. Its morning...And I'm working to get rid of the mind fog from the partying the night before.
...And what was I doing here? I was a farm boy. And I don't mean I was raised with a tractor wheel in my hands. No buck wheat...I was raised with an automatic machine pistol in my mit. I was raised on the farm...yeah...but this ain't your Ma n' Pa Kettle farm. It was an ultra mega top secret organization within the CIA that even the CIA didn't know existed. It was codenamed "the Head" because the Head is where the Intelligence is at....Git it?
Amsterdam is where I first noticed them, business types. short haircuts, dark sun glasses, talking quietly amongst themselves. there appearance contrasted sharply with the surroundings of the Leidesplein Bulldog. These guys were not slim like Dutch slim.....they were not fat either....big, blocky, muscular. but with an air of sophistication adapted from experience. These guys were field people....and I am just realizing through the fog that last night these field people were in their field. And I was in their field too but I talk of their field of vision because of the many stares and glances of assessment given to me by them .
Amsterdam is where we reacquired him. it wasn't easy. He's one slippery little bugger. But the intelligence was good and spot on. He hasn't even seen us but then again we are experts at keeping a low profile. We are hoping to learn who it is he will be meeting but we are having to go through his little charade moving from bar to bar to throw of perceived tails.
if I had only seen them in one nightclub last night then I would have only been mildly amused and it wouldn't have aroused my curiosity but I saw them in every bar and tavern on my walk back to the houseboat last night, entering 5 or 10 minutes after myself. But that last tavern on the Singel....when I walked out and down along the canal...boy that was weird....I am still trying to figure it all out and piece it all back together. How many of them were there?... 20?...30?....and did they burst from both the boat and the lorry?...how many were their repelling from that helicopter? They just exploded out of the woodwork ...they attacked me so fast and from every direction...I was left with no option so I killed them all.
Crappy ending to crappy story........but I gotta go get sleep
green thought for the day from magazine I find..
"By burning wood, coal, and oil humans liberated the carbon stored away by other forms of life. Viewed on a geological time scale it is as if a bomb went off..........
June 6, 2007
Never cared much for flying.....there's just something unnatural about filling a tube with people and having them float about in the atmosphere.
And then there is what will from now be known as the Spartan Air factor....friends don't let friends fly Martin Air
May 28, 2007
San Diego Sailing Academy. Just finished up testing for three sailing association certifications. Now I can Davy Jones a yacht with the best of them. Thanks Mike and San Diego Sailing Academy.
Note to self: When Mary is yelling to me from the bow to "Release the Main" she is not yelling "Your the Man"....
Note to self: There is an area between forward and reverse on the gear called neutral
Note to Self: Five horn blasts from a coast guard cutter is not a friendly greeting
Note to Self: A trans oceanic from the Canary Islands to the French West Indies takes about 21 days. 30+ with doldrums.
Here is a small gallery of photos from 7 days in a Marina.
May 12, 2007
Well..this week has been somewhat quite...home improvements projects and getting drunk has kept me quite busy.
just kidding about getting drunk. No your not!...Yes I am!...No! yes! shaddup! Just Shaddup! Stoopid conscience.
Mary came home friday with "the package" we have been expecting. 15.5 U.S. gallons Of Milwaukee's finest quality beverage. The liquid gold brew often compared to tigers milk. Yes...thats right....you guessed it...The one and only ........ Miller Highlife.
I spent the next morning going about installing it into a format that could be readily downloaded and infused.
Hooking up high pressure gases and liquids reminded me of my days at Diving School in Seattle. So after it was all engineered we Dived in.
Real life action of the first pour.
The scientific apparatus (action figure not included)
Historical Photograph of the The two first pints (Dutch Style)
Heres a small photo album of random shots I have taken this past week from around the house. Mostly birds....ones that normally don't visit us but this year have taken up residence on the lot. I have also added another surveying video...alaskan surveyors no. 4...just click on the You Tube icon on the left to go to me own You Tube channel...yeah yeah....I know...get a job, get a haircut...heard it.
May 4, 2007
Cinqo de Mayo: Interesting week here....quite a bit of rain so bided my time adding adverts to the website and changing its dynamics. Have been getting around 800-1000 visitors a day, largely due to my posting Harold Edgerton's Trinity blast photos on the site in Jan. of 2006. Well last Thursday I produced a flash gallery of underwater photos taken by a Russian fellow who had posted them on a Russian blog. I also left a few links around the internet pointing to it, trying to emulate and produce a spike similar to one I had on April 10.
It was Saturday morning when I first noticed an enormous up swing of visitors to the site from my web stats to around 75,000 hits...which gave me the idea that I should cave in and start joining affiliation programs and throw their adverts on the site.
Come Monday morning I sit down at the computer to start contacting camera companies when I receive this short email from my internet service provider:
Dear Client, We had to remove your subfolder Submergence since there were over 150 processes on that folder all at the same time and it took all the websites down on that server for several hours.
Well, I checked my web stats and found the upward curve never came down. It skyrocketed steeper and steeper.....on Sunday the page reached 653,000 hits and on Monday when the east coast went to work thousands more visitors showed up and then before the climb could apogee the hosting company pulled the plug. I estimate it may have been 3 or 4 days before the visitor rate would peak and fall slowly to an above normal level.
I share space on a server with 200 commercial businesses. And pay $30 a month for it. To experiment further with spiking and manipulating demographics on the website I would have to get a managed dedicated server which would be around $300 a month. They have effectively stopped me from communicating with the masses by putting a financial cap on my ability to communicate and push the adverts. Buggers. So now I am working on a work around....stay tuned. By the way...here's the photo gallery that brought em all down...I had to re-upload it, rename it, and not market it.
2007 March 31
Photos from this years Iditarod
Back from Nome. Have been working a month on month off schedule at the Rock Creek Gold Mine......
This is Nome here below on a splendid July afternoon....I'll update to present in near future. But meantime check out the conditions with this webcam.
Current Nome Temperature:
May 1, 2006
It's been a year since I was in Havana, Cuba. Spent 4 hours with a seemingly healthy Castro...and about a million other people on May 1.
Go here to Photosig to escape