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Saturday, April 14, 2018

Chinese Easter!

This year, the day after rest-of-the-world Easter, the hams were more than 50% off! I don't recall the exact number because my arithmetic isn't that great, but yay Chinese Easter ham!



We had nine human guests and three doggies! Look, Charcoal, the Huge, snuggled with Starbuck!


My new favorite use for leftover ham: mac n cheese with all kinds of veggies!


Rrrrrrooooo is sad about the end of winter. She loveslovesloves snow, and now she is roo-ful.


Naya spent one night with us last week while M was on a work trip. She is very sweet and snuggly:


The ladies looking very picturesque on the porch yeserday:


Cricket loves her bellyrubs!

Friday, April 13, 2018

Behbehreindeer!

Behbehreindeer was borned at LARS:

photo courtesy of LARS

Monday, April 9, 2018

You can't always be the person you want to be

Here is another thing I'm attempting in my middle age.

I think we all have discrepancies between the people we want to be, and the people that we in fact are. When we are younger, the "person we want to be" is often defined by her coolness, her fitting in, her inspiring others, her being both a leader and a perfectly blended member of the pack.

I've come to realize recently that maybe the person I always wanted to be is not, in fact, the person I am. And moreover, the characteristics of the person that I wanted to be aren't even necessarily good. I mean, they aren't bad. But they aren't inherently good or superior, and there is no reason for me to try to force myself into them.

Here are some characteristics of the person I wanted to be, and how she contrasts with the person I am.

1) The person that I wanted to be is worldly and loves exotic, sophisticated foods. The person that I am rarely travels and loves simple foods, and could eat them over and over forever.

2) The person that I wanted to be is a stylishly disheveled academic who does not care at all about her appearance. The person that I am is actually quite vain, has some ironclad style rules (although these rules include Carhartts!), and does not own sweatpants.

3) The person that I wanted to be is care-free and spontaneous, flying by the seat of her pants and always up for an adventure! The person that I am:
* plans backpacking trips down to the specific snacks.
* is genuinely distressed when a plan even so casual as lunch with a coworker is shifted by half an hour.
* does not leave the house, even for a dog walk around the block, without a fully stocked emergency kit.
* is seldom later than five minutes for even casual plans.
* puts things on her grocery list when she is down to 'the one before the last one'.
* absolutely cannot go to bed without flossing, even when backpacking, yes!
* faithfully checks my oil, transmission fluid, and coolant every other time I get gas.
* faithfully checks my tire pressure every other time I get gas.
* etc

4) The person that I wanted to be is such a cool cat that she doesn't care what anyone else thinks of her, especially not perfect strangers! The person that I am is so sensitive that I am upset for an entire day if someone is rude to me on a street. The person that I am is so vulnerable that when I end a conversation with the conclusion, "What do I care what *that* person thinks? I don't care!" I actually do care, and it upsets me for an amount of time disproportional to the importance of the conversation.

Conclusion: Maybe it's okay to be flawed and vulnerable and sensitive and weird, not weird-in-a-cool, iconoclastic way, but WEIRD-weird. Maybe you learn these things around 40 years old, or maybe it takes the support and confidence of being in a happy relationship, having honest friends who see right through the bullshit you tell yourself, and having a job where you are respected. :)

Saturday, April 7, 2018

The 41-inch icicle

Behold, the 41-inch icicle!




Cricket posing nicely:


Aaaahhhh it just kills me that Roo likes to hold hands, and that she has a heart on her chest.


Snugglin'!


Snugglin'!!


Snugglin'!!!! !!!! !!!!!!!!!!!


Roo and her paws:


Now the first round of icicles has fallen, and the next round is these strange formations:




It must be spring if the Feed Store has behbehduckies!!


This chickie has a seepy:


"Is that an apple U R eating cus WELIKEAPPLES!!!"

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Snuggle shots, and good eats!

I was upstairs organizing some stuff when I heard, "No! Keep your paws off my keyboard!"


But they like to snuggle:


And they like bellyrubs:


"Why did you take your hand off me? Pet me!"


Tortellini with kippered salmon, asparagus, and tomatoes:


Spaghetti with fresh salmon, shrimp, kale, and tomatoes:

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Spring, and Snuggles!

Look! This icicle is 41" long!




Roo!


Loves!


Snow!


Beasts on Alert!


Aunty MW came to see us the other night! She used to mush with Cricket, and now, she is mushy with Cricket!


Awwwww Aunty MW snuggles!


M came over the other morning for breakfast and a ski. She brought Nia. the schweetie:


Four! Four fuzzy things in my house! Ah, ah, ah! Vahnderful!


Thursday, March 29, 2018

Potty Plant Tour

Last week, the local chapter of ASHRAE organized a tour of the Fairbanks Potty Plant.

One summer when I was an undergrad at Berkeley, I did an internship at San Francisco's main potty plant, the Southeast Water Pollution Control Plant, known at the Department of Public works by the catchy acronym of SEWPCP (or SEP, for Southeast Plant). I was interested to see how similar the Fairbanks plant was. Turns out, quite a bit, except that the parts that are outdoors at SEP are indoors in Fairbanks, because of course they would freeze if they were outdoors. San Francisco's other potty plant, the Oceanside Plant (OSP), is in a hoity-toity neighborhood and therefore also fully enclosed (in fact, mostly underground) so no wealthy people have to smell the potty plant.

Both cities treat both point (from a pipe, like sewage from homes and businesses) and non-point (storm runoff, which includes pollution from car tailpipes and the like) sources of pollution, so there is a big difference in treatment volume between the wet and dry seasons. Both cities utilize gravity as much as they can, so the potty plants are located at low-elevation locations. San Francisco has a ridge down the middle like a spine. The western drainage from the spine is both geographically smaller (about 1/4 of the city area), and far lower in population density. The Southeast Plant therefore treats the vast majority of the sewage. Its capacity is 250 Million Gallons per Day (MGD). The Oceanside Plant is 17 MGD. The Fairbanks plant is a wee bitty 8 MGD.

Another thing I recall about potty plant life is that every day around 5:20 p.m., a flood of sewage comes in... because all of the office workers go pee before they leave their offices for the day!

Here is a schematic of the Fairbanks potty plant:


The basic operation of all three potty plants is similar. The initial treatment is purely physical: a series of screens, ever decreasing in size, to remove all solids:


Then the fluid sewage is floated very slowly down a very shallow incline:

During this slow process, the lighter turds float to the top (scum), and the heavier turds sink to the bottom (sludge).

Then anaerobic bacteria are introduced to help break down the organic material. These bacteria apparently have a learning curve, and older bacteria are very valuable (like sourdough starter). Therefore, after the bacterial portion of treatment, some of the old bacteria are introduced back to the first step. Therefore, there are two poop lines: The Waste Activated Sludge (WAS, which gets disposed), and the Return Activated Sludge (RAS, which gets reintroduced).

After the anaerobic bacteria have done their thing, and the solids are removed, the remaining liquid is aerated to kill off the anaerobic bacteria, and feed the aerobic bacteria to continue the job:


After that, chlorine is added to kill the bacteria and stop the process. The Fairbanks plant makes their own chlorine from salt:


The solids (sludge) are then dewatered using centrifuges. The Fairbanks plant has this crazy horizontal one that apparently is quite finicky:


The operator who gave us the tour was very unimpressed with it, and told us that he would have preferred one of the simpler, more robust dewatering mechanisms currently on the market. The lesson I took from him was that, when it comes to sewage handling, and when it comes to the Arctic, it is best to follow the KISS principle.

The dewatered sludge is called "cake" in both San Francisco and Fairbanks, so that must be the term!


The SEP in San Francisco releases the treated effluent into the Bay. The OSP releases its effluent to the Ocean, off Ocean Beach. The Fairbanks potty plant releases it into the Tanana. The SEP has a team of biologists who sample the water and make observations about the sea life periodically. They have caught tiny sharks in the Bay! Whoda thunk?

Here are some other photos!

Here is a map of Fairbanks from pre-1971. There is no Parks Highway, and Geist Road is not connected to Chena Pump Road:


I lovelovelove these dial readouts:




I hope you don't think that makes me a strange engineer, when engineers are supposed to love everything high-tech. To me, they provide very reliable visual recordings that you can judge at a glance without having to click anything.

Here is where the turdy air gets vented:


There was a bird next up there in the eaves. What an extremely tolerant bird family!

One of three generators for backup power:


I don't recall what exactly this situation is. Look at that crazy coiled line!


Boiler for space heating:


This is what the corridors look like:


Some comedian employee must have painted this:


Boy, I would not like to be there alone at night!

And that concludes my potty plant report.

By the way, it smells every bit as horrible as you'd imagine! But it's super interesting, and I think everyone should know what it takes to support her or his life, from knowing where food comes from to where poop goes. It's all part of being a Fully Informed Person!