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Getting to Kathmandu

This weekend I read iWoz by Steve Wozniak and Ed Viesturs’ No Shortcuts to the Top. I was disappointed by iWoz. It felt like it was written for a very low reading level, like it was targeted to middle-school kids. While I have to give Woz credit for all the work he did, the book was a big ego trip under the guise “I’m not trying to brag, I’m just very proud of what I did.” He did go into detail on how he worked out timing of video and DRAM cycles and disk controllers, like he was revealing a age old mystery. Anyone want my copy? I’ll be glad to give it away.

Ed’s book, on the otherhand, was much more interesting. He spent a good time describing how he wound up in Seattle and getting into Himalayan mountaineering. After all that, went into great detail about his 8000er climbs; you felt like you were along for the ride. I agree with Ed, Paula is a hot, hot, hot woman. Ed is actually going to be in Austin on November 16 for a signing as part of his book tour.

I was bored so I started pricing fares to Kathmandu and treks through Nepal. Interestingly, you can get from London to Kathmandu overland via an assortments of trains and buses. The trip looks something like this:

London -> Paris -> Vienna -> Budapest, Hungary -> Bucharest, Romania -> Istanbul, Turkey (3 days)

Istanbul -> Ankara, Turkey -> Talvan -> ferry across Lake Van -> Van -> Tabriz, Iran -> Tehran, Iran (3 days)

Tehran -> Kerman, Iran -> Bam, Iran -> bus to Zahedan in eastern Iran (2 days)

Zahedan -> Quetta, Pakistan -> Lahore, Pakistan -> Amritsar, India -> Delhi, India (2 days) – oh, and the train from Zahedan to Quetta only leaves on the 3rd & 17th of each month

Delhi -> Kathmandu

And that’s just to get you to Kathmandu. You’d then have a several day hike to Everest Base Camp. Then back. Or you could just fly to Hong Kong or London, then to Kathmandu.

If I had a month or two free, was going with a couple of other people, spoke Turkish or Farsi, and wasn’t afraid I’d get robbed/kidnapped because I’m an American citizen, that sort of sounds like fun. If anything, it’s a fun exercise in geography to see where all those cities are. If I were really bored, I’d track down the rail routes and make a handy Google Earth map.

I like how REI words this warning for their Nepal trek: “However, each person should be equipped with a “spirit of adventure” and a willingness to undergo the potential hardships of outdoor living and long days on the trail.” That’s awesome. Makes it sound like I might have to eat a body to stay alive.

Sunday I went to the range. I seem to have broken my flinching and all of my shots were biased to the left. I decided I was limp wristing while firing. I tightened up my left-hand grip and then my shots started centering on the target. Still not a close group, but certainly enough to kill a person. The guy in the next stall over made me envious, he put an entire magazine into a 3″ group, blah.

Tonight I went running. After 2 miles I felt really good, running was effortless, focused on staring at the light switch on the wall while listening to the Final Fantasy soundtrack. At 2.74 the mother of all side cramps kicked in. I tried to control my breating when I felt it coming on and then run through the pain, but it totally broke me. I walked for a bit, then ran another quarter mile, then walked another mile. Doing a bunch of situps yesterday probably didn’t help.

Discovering STP

Group Health Seatle to Portland Bicycle Classic – 202.25 miles in one (or two) days, 4000 feet of elevation gain. Insane. Sign me up!

No longer elite

The cycling trainer mocks me. Last night after a five minute L14 fitness test, which tries to roughly estimate my VO2 max, I discovered I lost my “elite” status and am now “above average”. boooooo

BBQ, CW

Last night at a party Burton and I got a craving for brisket. It was around midnight, which guaranteed everything was close. Apparently that wasn’t the case, a place called Sam’s BBQ on east 12th stays open until 2 AM. We went there and it was pretty typical east Austin, but they had some good brisket. They even sold mutton, which is something I don’t see too often.

I’ve been limited in my lurking down in the lower HF bands because of my lack of ability to copy high speed code. I was looking at handheld readers today and ran across some Windows software called MixW. You can buy a special interface board, or just plug your radio’s speaker out to a PC’s mic together. The software will decode Morse, RTTY, FSK31, packet, fax, and SSTV from the audio received via the sound card. Going further, it has CAT support to control a transciever’s modes and frequency selection from the PC.

So, I rigged this stuff up this afternoon and went in hunt for code transmissions. It’s been stormy which made it hard to find stuff with decent quality. MixW features a graphical audio analyser to see where the sweet spots of the transmission are and allow you to pinpoint that exact frequency range to decode. Here is a screenshot of a random CW transmission I picked up on 40 meter between Illinois and Colorado. It’s not perfect copy, but close enough to see what’s going on. I imagine handheld decoders can’t do any better.

Tarheel antenna

I finally finished installing my new Tarheel antenna on the truck. I needed a way to mount it up on the bed rail for the best performance yet be able to easily fold it down to clear the parking garage at work. I spent all week looking for a fold-down mount that would readily mount to a truck bed rail, but no such thing exists. I solved the problem today by getting a Comet trunk-lip fold-down mount, cutting off the trunk lip and bolting it down to the bed rail. Bolting the untouched mount to the lip of the rail almost works, but there’s not enough clearance to fold the antenna down. Anyways, got it mounted an ran the coax to the radio.

Tarheel tuned to 80 meters
Little Tarheel II and 2m/70cm VHF/UHF antenna
Ham sexy! Scanner, CB, transciever

After getting the antenna installed, I tuned over to 14.100 MHz and finally heard the 4U1UN (New York UN), VE8AT (Extreme northern Canada), W6WX (California), IARU beacons. Sweet, finally!

A fun night of Krav Maga tonight. My head wasn’t there or something and I kept messing up and not doing drills right. On Tuesday I clipped my partner in the nuts with a straight kick, not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him say “woah”. Tonight was my turn, I got accidentally kneed lightly to the nuts during a choke drill. Didn’t take me down, but enough to make step lightly. No running tonight, my quads are on fire from workouts earlier this week.

Today I was monitoring K5VPW, the local IRLP node. On the drive to class, I heard a guy from Las Vegas, then a few minutes later a guy from Melbourne, Australia come on. They were chatting back and forth about the weather and Vegas and Australia for a few minutes. It was so awesome hearing people so far away chatting away on a local node of all places!

Geocaching

Today was a fun day of Geocaching. I found three caches, struck out on two. The last one was an adventure in getting lost in white people suburbia. I had set out to find GCH3CZ, so I parked at the recommended dead-end street at the trailhead. Somehow I got off trying to go to the coordinates for GCYK7E instead, which is near the same neighborhood. I took off down a mountain bike trail for a mile. It wasn’t feeling right because I was going west a lot and I knew it was in a northern direction, but the trail was looping around a lot so I kept on going. I wound up in the back yard of some houses, I knew at that point something was wrong. I punched in what I thought was the parking spot for GCH3CZ to backtrack, but it was really turned out to be the trailhead for GCYK7E. blah! I didn’t know the neighborhood (who pays attention when you’re going 20 mph on a bicycle?), so I walked about two more miles finding the right street and back across the neighborhood to where I had parked my truck.

It was nearing sunset, cool outside, so parents and their kids were out in their front yards were playing. Fortunately I didn’t see any spooked parents grab their kids and whisk them inside as my dirty and stinky presence was made.

One pound of fat is about 3,500 calories. To lose eight to ten pounds in a month through exercise, a person would need to burn at least 7,000 calories a week, or 1,000 calories a day. I’ve been trying to get my head around how much effort that is. That’s a solid hour of about 5-6 miles of running, or about two hours of 15-18 mph cycling, every day for a month. I’m going to say that an hour of Krav Maga qualifies as “intensive kickboxing” which will burn about 800 calories an hour. All this means that weight loss is a lot of sweat. Stupid fucking not-cycling-all-summer.

Last week there was an article (which now requires registration, boo) in the Statesman about Lance training for the NYC marathon. The thing that struck me was during his informal time trial at the highschool, he ran a 4:51 mile. wow!

Where’s a person gotta go to learn Farsi in Austin?

And speaking of sweat, I really wish my apartment had access to a sauna. I think the Finns are onto something.

Belton Hamfest

This morning I ventured up to Belton to the hamfest. It was an early crowd, when I got there at 11:30 people were already packing up their tables and leaving. Some new kit, but mostly old odd gear. I decided a while back I wasn’t going to get a Yaesu ATAS-120 after readng the horror stories of what happened to them after they were left in the rain. I had my eye on a Little Tarheel II which had received solid reviews. Today at the hamfest, a vendor had one, so I bought it.

It’s a slick little unit, looks very well constructed. The coil + 32″ whip made it about 10″ too long to mount on top of the truck bed rail, which left the rear bumper. The when the unit is tuned to 6 meters, the coils are about 6″ below the side of the truck. Being the impatient cheap sort I am, I made my own bumper extension mount to swing the antenna off to the side. The thing appears to be designed to only be mounted via a 3/8″ stud mount, which seems really lightweight to me.

The Tarheel is a motorized screwdriver-type antenna, which means it has to be tuned to match whatever band I’m operating on. I suspect this is going to get really old really fast, because I have to tune the antenna by ear. When I pulled out the switch kit, it has this klunky momentary DPDT rocker switch — not exactly high tech. This is opposed to the ATAS which is designed to be tuned with the FT-857D; push a button and it automatically tunes for you. This has me looking for automatic tuners that work with the FT-857D, namely the Antenna BOSS.

Anyways, I hooked it all up tonight to play with it. From my apartment I wasn’t picking up anything interesting so I drove out to the end of the street. 60 meter was active, I picked up six conversations; there was some mild background static noise, but the voice was easy to hear. From listening to conversations and recording some callsigns I determined there was a group in Virginia, Michigan, and New Jersey; another pair in Arizona and California, another pair in San Diego. Googling tells me one was the “3.955 Ragchewers Group”. I couldn’t figure out what the San Diego guy was doing, he kept calling out K6VO over and over .. I don’t know if he was working DX or some sort of contesting.

I hate Web 2.0

I don’t like the effect that “Web 2.0” is having on appearances of websites, namely logos. There’s no shortage of logo competitions out there, trying to take existing, well established logos and reinvent them with a new font, reflections, and a glazed look. The latest that I’ve seen is Cisco — their new logo has less balls than the old one. I think people that design this stuff are the same sort of people who get way, way excited when an application has a new icon. I’ve seen a number of links and comments on digg that don’t really focus on the fact the application has a had a number of improvements (and breaks things), but “OMFG ITUNES HAS A NEW BLUE ICON!@#!” wha? Does the rest of the world really care that much? I never see my desktop or dock (which is also minimized and auto-hide), therefore I never see those icons.

get off my lawn too.

Disorientation

Beware of the lemur.

The Game of Disorientation – I love this game, it’ll totally screw with your head. I wish it went on longer.

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