Big Toe at the Park


Big Toe at the Park

Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck.

Spring seemed to click into place this evening, I’m not sure why. We’ve had warmer weather, and today’s high of 73F (23C) is actually below average for May 9, and not close to the warmest day this year. But the iris are in spectacular bloom, and when Lissa and I took a walk after dinner, people just seemed to be more outside.

Around the block, the neighborhood kids were playing some wild shoot-em-up game, and the front door across the street was open, with the screen door closed, so you could hear the dogs going apeshit as we walked by with Sadie. It’s that open front door thing, I guess, that gave it the feel of spring maybe. I don’t know.

I sent Inkstain staff anthropologist Big Toe over to the park around the corner from Inkstain World Headquarters to gather some data. He counted about 50 people out: walking the park perimeter, playing two volleyball games (the folks in the background of the picture above), playing an 8-person no-goalie soccer game, reading, walking dogs, sitting on the park bench smoking, parents with little ones on the play equipment. We don’t have a lot of data to compare it to. On Aug. 11, 2005, I counted 70 people out. It was 92F (33C) that day, which was warmer than normal.

Big Toe’s the expert here, and he argues that public spaces like this, while contributing to the proximate value of the surrounding real estate, also create what is called in the literature “vital public spaces” where members of various groups can interact in neutral space. Me, I’m no intellectual. I just like a warm spring evening at the park.

South Carolina Drought

Government officials in South Carolina are on drought alert:

The Drought Response Committee put the entire state in an incipient drought Tuesday, which is the first of four stages of drought. The declaration warns water system managers to closely monitor their reservoirs. The Department of Natural Resources also will begin to more carefully monitor conditions across the state.

The Drought Monitor has more than half the state in some sort of dry/drought status.

While We’re On the Subject of Hurricanes….

Colin Price at Tel Aviv University and colleagues have a paper in GRL looking at lightning storms in East Africa as precursors for the easterly waves that are precursors of Atlantic hurricanes:

More than 90% of the tropical storms and hurricanes during these 2 years were preceded by periods of above average thunderstorm activity in eastern Africa. During the 2006 season not only was the east African lightning activity 23% lower than during 2005, but there was 36% less lightning activity over the entire African continent during 2006. We suggest the possibility that lightning activity in tropical Africa may represent an important precursor of Atlantic hurricane formation.

Daybook

  • reading: Everett Rogers’ History of Communication Study, suggested by a friend after I bemoaned the fact that, despite being a communications professional, I’m woefully ignorant about communication
  • blogs: Nature’s new Climate Feedback blog looks promising, but I’m curious about something. The comments look suspiciously like a lot of the same people who show up at all the other climate blogs. Do we need another? A contingent “yes,” and I’ve added it to my blogroll and the Planet.
  • garden: The iris are in full explosion in our front yard. Photos to follow. Tomatoes now in the ground in the back.
  • word: irrigable – “The proper standard for measuring the water rights intended for the reservations was held to be `practicably irrigable acreage.'”

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Dirty Bike

Originally uploaded by heinemanfleck.

In past years, I’ve suggested that celebrating my birthday by riding my age was a modest goal. Forty-eight miles yesterday (77 kilometers, not sure what it is in metric years) was tough. I could blame the weather, but I really don’t have a lot of miles in my legs this year. Nah. I’ll go ahead and blame the weather.

Friends joined me for the ride, and we rode a favorite old route, down through the South Valley and out Rio Bravo onto Albuquerque’s southwest mesa. From the mesa you can see the city laid out before you, and it’s always been a special view for me: the sight I saw the first time Lissa, Nora and I pulled into town 17 years ago pulling a U-Haul with all our belongings. You can see how huge Albuquerque is from there, a big western city, but also how small, because you can see the edges.

It was stormy all day, with a howling wind. The view across the valley fit what my meteorologist friends call “energetic” – big shafts of precipitation against the mountains, clouds dancing across the city. That’s the best kind of ride, because it adds adventure, and I was with friends, suffering a bit (but really, not a lot) together.

Trying to find a way to cut back into town out of the wind, we followed an old shortcut we used to take years ago, when Jaime lived on the west side and we rode out there all the time. Around a closed gate, we found ourselves in the middle of a construction site where our shortcut used to be. Cyclocross across some packed dirt, then a fence.

“You know it’s a good ride when you have to climb a fence,” Cable said. Indeed, it was a good ride.