• Category Archives looking back
  • As in “looking back in time,” things which have a historical connection.

  • COVID Memories III

    I wrote two previous posts (here and here) about looking back on the weirdness of the early pandemic . I remember reading about the influenza pandemic of 1918, as pretty much everyone probably did, and it struck me how so much of that (admittedly very dramatic) time became a part our collective memory, except the pandemic. Now I look back on our own pandemic experience from the vantage of — what? three years? — and it’s like a veil has come between that time and now, it was so different from what came before and “the new normal” that came after. We were all just on ice, waiting for what would come next.

    Anyway:

    • Everybody took walks. We would all be walking through the neighborhood, especially after dinner, and if you encountered another person or couple, which happened multiple times every block, you’d cross the street to avoid them. (Six feet was the suggested minimum distance, but we’d usually go for 30 feet or or more.) We didn’t want it to look like we were being surly or antisocial though, so we’d be extra friendly to whoever we met, only from a distance.
    • Zoom became a thing. It was like the perfect moment: Zoom worked well on all systems — the only one that did so at that exact time, it seems — when we suddenly all needed something like that. Group zooms with family and friends were a regular thing for about two years.
    • My cello lessons continued, but as Zoom lessons. I did that for more than a year, despite the limitations of music over Zoom.
    • We used to hang out with John & Donna (and sometimes others like Scott & Kellyn), at Brew Works every pre-COVID Sunday night, but when we couldn’t hang out in person we had “virtual drinking nights,” again using Zoom. That was weird but fun to do, and it helped preserve our sanity. Strange, I think we engaged more, in a communicative sense, in our zoom meetups than in real life, but there was a flatness to it, something missing… it was way more satisfying to sit next to each other at the bar, like bumps on a log with nothing to say.
    • We eventually started doing “porch visits” as a way to hang out in person, getting together over drinks, outside, at someone’s house. We busted out some Danish-style coziness by using blankets as the weather got colder, and switched to warmer drinks like hot toddies. These times seemed to go on forever, and now they’re further behind us each day.

  • Memoria Mortuorum

    Mike, Before a Ride in Jim Thorpe, 1993

    I just realized this, so I thought I’d note the day: today is the twentieth anniversary of my friend Mike Kucher’s death. This is what I wrote about about it not long after, and this is a little photo collage I put together for his fiancee. It seems like a thousand years ago.

    Rest in peace, brother.


  • Looking Back At Looking Back

    I’m currently battling a cold/sinus thing, no COVID according to the test (and from what I see I’d guess it’s a bacterial infection anyway), but I still feel pretty shitty: stuffy nose, sore throat, headache and stomach ache, and just feeling really tired. I’ve been hanging indoors for the past two days, sleeping and working on my Native Paths project, which is now almost halfway through the foot segments. (The canal museum is doing their next project on native paths in the Corridor, so it’ll be interesting to see their take.)

    Meantime, here is what I wrote, ten years ago, about my first bike race. Enjoy!


  • Rest In Peace, Uncle Jake

    Posted on by Don

    My uncle Jake passed away last Tuesday. Here is his obituary; he was only a week or so away from turning 90 when he died. My dad was pretty devastated, and especially now that his last surviving sibling was gone (Dad was the youngest of five). Here are some pictures of my dad and his siblings over the years:

    Because of the holiday weekend, his funeral (in Brooklyn) was last Friday and the viewing was Thursday night; my parents needed a ride so I drove down and took them Thursday night, then stayed over and we went to the funeral together. It was a long two days…


  • CADOP5

    Happy Ides of March! Watch your backs, and remember: the day ain’t over ’til it’s over…

    I took a graduate-level computer-aided design course in college — way back when CAD/CAM/CAE was really not a consumer-grade product — and a good part of the course was about optimization. I happened to think about that the other day when I was idly browsing through various Python modules (the way one does), and I ran across a genetic algorithm package.

    Genetic algorithms had their own vogue a few decades back, but that long-ago was long after I left college. Still, playing with it got me to reminiscing about the the things we did way back in school, and about the program we used and our professor (Dr Michael Pappas, who was its author), so I Googled him and the program.

    Dr Pappas passed away in 2015 — I found his obituary. He was a major player in the computer-aided and biomedical engineering worlds, and was the co-inventor of the artificial knee, among other things. I knew he was a big deal back in the day, but I guess I never realized how big a deal he was. (He had a pronounced limp and a seriously deformed back/hip, so I suspect he had some skin in the artificial joint game.) He was fairly intense, and was one of those guys who always seemed on the edge of blowing his stack, though in fact he was always decent and patient with us students. That was one of my all-time favorite classes…

    The optimization program itself was called CADOP5; it was written in FORTRAN and it was a bear to use. (I remember him telling us, at the start of the course, that we needed to start working now on our optimization project, because it couldn’t be finished in a day, or a week, or even two weeks… I was probably the only one in the class to get an A on the project, and I wasn’t even able to find the optimum solution — though I was able to say why.) When I searched for CADOP5, I didn’t find much except this thesis at NJIT. The program given in that paper was a refinement called CADOP8; I might have met the student working on it at some point, but he had his PhD by the time I took the course with Dr Pappas.

    I really did like that class a lot, and its professor, and in fact tried to get Dr Pappas as my thesis advisor, but I got some behind-the-scenes stonewalling from one of his other students/assistants (it took naive me about a year to realize that maybe I’d been undermined), so did my thesis on linkages under Dr Sodhi, and the rest is history — or at least, water under the bridge.

    Back to the Python genetic algorithm: I downloaded it and wrote a little program to test it. It was amazingly easy to use, like all things Python, but it seemed pretty slow to me. (High computation cost? Slow convergence? No idea.) There are many other optimization critters out there in the Python ecosystem, I wonder how they would stack up against that one particular genetic algorithm module, or against those ancient CADOP programs for that matter.

    Anyway, something from the Wayback Machine: this and this are what I was writing fifteen years ago, maybe a month or so before I met Anne.


  • The Corliss Comes Alive

    Happy Pi Day! Here is that post about the steam engines.

    The National Museum of Industrial History has a few gigantic, spectacularly beautiful old restored steam engines, some of them even in operating order. I’ve seen the steam exhibit before, but I have been meaning to go back to the museum to see it again, because my friend Donna’s father just helped restore a new one they got. (George is a retired woodworker and very handy.)

    That new, and newly restored, addition to their collection is a Colt-Baxter “portable steam engine,” patented by a guy named Baxter and manufactured by Colt Firearms as a way to diversify after the Civil War. The Baxter was “portable” in the sense that it was only as big as a big barrel rather than building-sized; it ran at about 15 psi steam pressure and put out about 10 horsepower, was built to run a belt drive, and was ideal for powering small factories, machine shops etc — they sold maybe 300,000 of them over the years. (I learned all this at the Museum on Sunday, and on the Internet yesterday…)

    The museum had a demo day Sunday, where they would power up their Corliss engine — the biggest steam engine they have, and beautifully restored — using compressed air. I figured I’d kill three birds with one stone by riding the Iguana over for a test ride, watching the Corliss in action, and seeing the new Baxter engine on display.

    Here’s a video I made of the Corliss:

    At about 19 seconds into the video you can see what makes a Corliss engine a Corliss: the spider-web of levers running off a central rotating plate are what control the steam valves that feed the pistons. This engine was used to run a water pump; I’m pretty sure that the black part (the front) is the steam engine end, and the green part at the back is the water pump.

    And, here are a few photos I took of the Baxter:

    Colt-Baxter Steam Engine

    (Along the wall in the background, you can see some belt-driven machines on loan from the Smithsonian, drills and lathes and such, that the Baxter would have powered.) The Baxter had its own furnace/boiler built into the lower section, with the piston inside the top of the “barrel” and the bulk of the machinery on top.

    The museum had a few other exhibits, including a few small model engines running, as part of the demo, and one final surprise for me: the Baxter engine was operational! They didn’t have a fire running inside it, it was all compressed air like the Corliss, but here is a video of the operator starting it up:

    In all, a banner day!


  • Sandy, Ten Years On

    Here’s a link to what I wrote on this date, ten years ago. Emmi was visiting that week; here’s a photo of her with her nemesis: Alanthus.

    Emmi Triumphant

    We were without power for about a week after Sandy, maybe even a little longer, and there was a lot of tree damage in the area, but we personally had no tree, or roof, or any other property damage — we got off lucky.

    Here in the present it’s a bit cloudy and drizzly, and we just got back from a morning of routine doctor visits.

    Meantime, we’ve had an ant infestation over the past few days, probably as a response to the changing weather. I tried using a commercial anti-ant product on them but no luck, so yesterday I put together some internet/DIY ant bait (sugar water with borax on strategically-placed cotton balls), and it wiped them out in a day.

    And one final bit of news: I am temporarily without a cello — it’s in the shop getting some bridge work done, and while it’s there I’m also getting both my bows re-haired. (Everything should be done by tomorrow.)

    It’s a quiet autumn day, but things are moving along…


  • Meniolagomeka

    Meniolagomeka Memorial Stone

    Meniolagomeka (“fat land in the midst of scarcity”) was a small Lenape village near what is now Kunkletown, on the banks of the Aquashikola Creek just north of Blue Mountain at Smith’s Gap. The Moravians had converted many in the village, and eventually founded a mission station there, but some time after the Walking Purchase the natives were evicted by the colonial authorities, and the Moravians relocated them to Gnadenhuetten (Lehighton). The actual location was pretty much forgotten for a century, until the Moravian Historical Society rediscovered it and put up this memorial marker.

    The village is not far off the route of one of the more iconic local bike rides — among my crowd anyway; it’s part of the old Gap Gallop century ride, crossing Blue Mountain at Little Gap and returning via Wind Gap a dozen or so miles further down the ridge — but I had no idea anything like this was here until recently. After the week of kitchen disasters we just had, Anne and I both needed a big ride, so even though the Blue Mountain route doesn’t really follow many native paths, and the Meniolagomeka site does not figure prominently in my Native Paths project, I thought it would be neat to do the ride, and make an effort to find the old memorial stone.

    So that was the ride we did on Friday, with our friend Dwight H.

    Our ride took us up Township Line Road, through Bath and Moore Township, and out to Danielsville via the little roads that run south of the mountain. Blue Mountain Drive was being repaved and was down to one lane the whole way to the top, but the construction guys gave us some traffic assistance (and an audience) for the climb. We regrouped at the top, then bombed down the hill, past the ski resort and made the right onto Smith Gap Road.

    The memorial is on a road called Chestnut Ridge Road, a turn off Smith Gap Road (and pretty much at Smith Gap). We turned off our route, spent some time admiring Aquashikola Creek, and then rode a few hundred yards up the hill and found the stone — it was at the edge of a field, on what looked like private property but close to and easily visible from the road. We stopped, took some pictures and paid our respects, and then continued on our way. (We heard thunder so we weren’t sticking around.)

    The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful, though we did get caught in a storm cell (a little cold rain actually felt good), and we also stopped at the “Snoopy Barn,” where Dwight took a few selfies. All told, we got in about 67 miles in just over seven hours. (I took about a mile off the beginning and end of the ride on my map, to preserve some privacy.)


  • Indian Paths Update

    I’m still cruising along on this project: I’ve got just over 110 paths in the database (of maybe 150 total), about 130 towns or other path endpoints, and 92 motorway routes. I have added no actual paths yet, but the motor routes are starting to look like a real network.

    My current plan is to parse the book three times: once (this time around) to capture the paths, path endpoints, and motor routes; once (the final, and probably most difficult, round) to try and develop the original foot paths; and in between these rounds I will go through the paths/chapters and try to capture all the cross-references between them.

    I noticed early on that there were a lot of things like “this is an extension of that other path,” “so-and-so path also goes by this name,” “this path intersects with these others,” and such like throughout the text; the path descriptions are festooned with these kinds of cross-references.

    (I also finally picked up on the fact that paths without a path/chapter number are not actually part of the previous chapter, but are basically “chapterless,” just the next path name in alphabetical order. They act sort of as placeholders, the alternate names of other, more fully fleshed-out paths — that is, more cross-references.)

    I want to hold on to all this cross-reference information in my database, so I set up a bridge table to work something like a resource description framework, with the referring path as the subject, the referenced path as the object, and for the predicate I would use a description of the relationship type, such as “[subject path] is a continuation of [object path],” “[object path’s name] is an alternate name for [subject path],” “for more info see [object],” and so on. I now have all of this set up and ready to go, but before filling it in with information I want to have all the paths already in the database. Soon…

    Meanwhile, the details, of each path or town I add, have all been real eye-openers. I often do a little internet research on each town, or village, or Native name I come across, and each bit of info, each piece of the puzzle is another portal into that era.


  • Native Paths Update

    I kept at it, and am now about a quarter of the way through the trails — the motorway parts, at least — in my Indian Paths of Pennsylvania project. I have a pretty good idea of how the book is organized now, and came up with a pretty decent workflow that gets me through a single path in just under an hour. I do one or two a day. It’s pretty easy to get absorbed, trying to find the tiny old roads and landmarks based on their descriptions in the book, and I’ve been totally sucked into the history of that Colonial-Revolutionary era. (I picked up Mason & Dixon again, since it goes right through the middle of that time and place.)

    I also think there will be some epic rides this summer, based on these routes — I’ve been drooling over some of the scenes I see in Google Street View.