Monday, October 26, 2009

The new reality

Back in the early '20s we first saw the autobots. Since people had become bored with navigating their avatars around their favorite virtual world, WoW or whatever, they automated them. These bots ran around greeting everyone. "Good morning, nice weather", or "Good afternoon, bad weather". This got annoying but it let the real people go back to their real life. I'm not sure the real people actually enjoyed their real life, but there it is.

The next step was an autobot that could roam on it's own and collect money. You will remember BillBot of course, it was so stupid but loveable and could make simple deals that we all went for. Who could resist their own private island? Since BillBot could make them apparently without limit and sell them at least in the beginning he made lots of money. After a while when people (real) realized that the islands were worthless being endless the charm wore off. But BillBot evolved other strategies.

The real breakthrough was when BillBot's "owner" died. His children, wife and other hangers on had no idea that the real Bill had another life. So when Bill's computer was recycled, I heard it ended up in a 419 parlor in Nigeria, BillBot lived on. There seemed to be an increasing number of these bots, but the "game" administrators couldn't be sure. They paid their dues, they were active, they responded to polls and other requests.

The virtual world companies spent more and more (real) money supporting the ever growing communities. Too bad most of the members were bots! Then the whole economy was going to collapse, then the govmnt bailed them out then... Oh, what the heck, I think I'll sit under a (real) tree. Web design for food?

Sunday, October 4, 2009

There is a season

Over the last couple years I've missed the seasons, at least the ones I grew up on. In West Africa, we had the big rains, the small rains, harmattan, and dry season. But truth be told, they were all pretty similar, hot and humid, or maybe hotter and a bit less humid. And the sunrise and sunset never really changed much. One astronomer tried to explain to me that even on the equator the length of the days change due to the eliptical orbit of the earth around the sun. That may be, but from a practical standpoint it's 0600 sunrise, 1800 sunset, year around.

Today, in my California home, we are having fall, at least our version on it. After some really hot days in August, 100F + afternoons, then some cooler days, kind of a teaser, then in mid September another really hot week, our indian summer, now it's back to a cool and breezy afternoon. The light is weaker and the sunset sooner and it feels like Halloween.

The Buckeye tree has lost all it's leaves and the fruit are hanging down. The acorns have been hitting Wayne's shed for a couple weeks, but this year not so many. They do hit with a bang however, like a kid throwing rocks against a fence.

I think it will take a full cycle to get myself back into synch. I look forward to the rain and then the greening of the hills and the rush into summer. That's the northern California year that I grew up in, I guess it's in my bones. After all that I hope to feel like I'm back home.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Secrets

There seem to be a lot of people who think that the world around them is full of people who know stuff that they don't. If they could only find out those things, then life would be a breeze. That stuff they don't know is called "secrets". I have reached this conclusion based on number of internet sites that purport to let you in on the secrets that only they know, but now you, the average schlub, can know too. Once you know the secret you will be rich, beautiful, smart, sexy, and happy. Check out some of my favorites.

The greatest number of secrets involve diet. Rather than admit that the way to lose weight is to eat less, we spend an amazing amount of time looking (and paying) for secrets.
Of course there must be secrets to making money since the people who have a lot of it don't seem to have to work for it like we do so there must be a secret. One secret to making money is of course to make money selling the secret.
We all feel that we're getting ripped off when buying cars, so there must be secrets we don't know. The same goes for other purchases too.
The list goes on... We love health secrets, especially if it's a drinking is good for us kind of secret.
Around the house, you may need some of these
Well, you get the idea. I'll leave you with police secrets, sex secrets, medical secrets, government secrets, alien secrets, secrets of the ancients and the mind boggling colon secrets. Too bad people looking for secrets don't spend their time more productively, like learning about what's really going on instead of chasing bullshit. Maybe they just need the secret of life.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Small victories

Amongst the chaos and frustration of everyday life, I do have the occasional small victory. Something that I'm proud of, just for me, I don't expect or need for anyone else to notice. For example:

This laptop, a Dell B130, hasn't had a working battery for years. The bracket keys are missing too, which can be inconvenient. Turns out my brother has the same laptop with a good battery but it won't work on the AC adapter. This seemed to be some kind of opportunity to maybe have one completely whole working laptop. He brought over his laptop and we verified that both AC adapters were good, one battery good, one bad.

In summary: laptop A with bad battery and missing keys, laptop B with good battery, good keyboard and bad connection somewhere inside.

Today while grandson and grand nephews were whooping it up, I retreated to the garage to see what I could do. With the help of the Dell service info, I disassembled laptop B right down to removing the motherboard. Looking closely at where the barrel connector plugs into the board, I could see one connection that looked burnt. Maybe I'd be lucky. So I cleaned around that area and soldered it nice and shiny. Reassembling I worked backwards through the motherboard, speakers, antenna, modem, coin battery, screen, keyboard, trim pieces, disk, processor, heatsink, DVD player, and memory. All the little tiny connectors and screws and pieces that I had carefully laid out in a kind of zen calm.

No screws left over, or missing. All parts accounted for, well I did have to go back a couple steps because I had forgotten the coin battery. Plugged it in. By god, it worked. Booted right up, requested date and time. Keyboard and mouse worked, display clear, connected to my network.

That was my victory today, but it's not the end result that really matters, it's the calm of the moments leading up to it that I treasure. All those little bits had been dancing to my tune.

Friday, September 25, 2009

In the news this week

From the Nigeria news two items to ponder.

In the Lagos area, text messages have been flying similar to this:

“Tell your loved ones and anybody you know. Apple is now a poisonous fruit to eat. All the ones imported into the country currently are contaminated and have been killing people. The statistics is nation wide and increasing. This message is from NAFDAC. It is not a rumour”.

Just the sort of rumor that once started spreads like wildfire. In a country where the newspapers have very little credibility and the government less, there's no stopping it. In a recent incident regarding contaminated baby medicine the government first denied the problem and only later admitted many children had been sickened.

The second news item is just mind boggling. The government has been offering money and retraining to militants who turn in their weapons. This has brought in tons of rusted obsolete weapons and a few militants. As for the training, the first class of 298 has graduated. Quoting the government.

"The ex-militants received training in mechanics, music, football, computer applications, seafaring and drama."

I'm a bit concerned that this flood of trained thespians may overwhelm the drama industry, and are we sure these newly trained footballers will understand that it's actually a game? No shooting or kidnapping on the pitch please.

It's all a big strain on my incredulity circuits but they are holding for now. Makes me think about this phenomenon of a country with 21st century communications and no trusted sources of information. Sort of like where America is heading.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

The turkeys next door

No, I don't mean the neighbors, I mean real live turkeys, wild ones. We've been invaded.

Last night was a wild one. As predicted two weeks ago, thank you very much, we got our annual september thunderstorm. My daughter came over with her new puppy (Hudson) so I was expecting things to be livelier than usual but this went beyond expectations. This pup, a golden retriever, is about as mellow as a puppy can be, seems to need a lot of sleep. Not too hip on the retrieving thing yet, but that will come. Just happy to run around for a while, then take a nap. Repeat as needed.

We put the puppy in the fenced side yard and he seemed to be doing OK. But after a while he seemed to be pretty uncomfortable. This is a city dog and while our house is not exactly in the deep woods we do have lots of critters around. The night was full of unfamiliar noises and Hudson was relieved to be let in so he could curl up in his bed.

Moments after coming in, a raccoon fight erupted in the yard. Lots of hissing as two of them went at it, chasing each other up and down the trees and over the fences. This stirred up the flock of turkeys, about 10, in the neighbors yard and they chimed in with their gobbling. As the fight died away, there was a flash of lightening and thunder followed. Hudson curled up more. Then came a burst of rain.

I must say I didn't sleep much, every thunder clap was followed by a group gobble. The lightning was like someone taking my picture all night. The bursts of rain provided a background hiss. Hudson slept like a baby.

This morning, the turkeys have gone to someone else's yard. But don't worry about them, they are well represented by the National Wild Turkey Federation (NWTF), although from their web site it's not clear if they are being protected or targeted. Maybe they can organize a hunt, Hudson and I can guide.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Apologies

This whole business with apologies is just a bunch of bull. These days the demands for apologies and the lame precrafted apologies that are delivered and the lamer pre(pre?)crafted acceptances are completely meaningless.

Some examples:

The British government wants the ex CEO of Rover to apologize for running the company into the ground, with government money, and he and his buddies taking huge compensation for doing it. (story). How about giving the money back? How about giving it to charity? Apology costs nothing, he keeps the money and moves on. Meanwhile the government spent 16 million pounds to investigate what happened. I'll tell you what happened, you got took, suckered, scammed. BTW, what's left of Rover is now in Chinese hands.

The U.S. Congress recently passed bills apologizing for slavery. I bet that makes everybody feel better. What does it do? How does this help anything? Actually if you read closer, the bills real purpose was to head off any move toward paying reparations. That means money spent, and we can't have that. Reparations would keep a lot of lawyers and do gooders busy for years. Somewhere in the Mormons genealogy databases in Utah I bet I could find enough proof so that I could get reparated too.

Apologizing to the Indians for their abuse has been a concept kicked around for a long time. In fact the Canadian government actually did. Not an overall apology but for a specific policy, that of sending Indian children to lousy schools. Does this help anyone? The kids are grown up are getting on with life, this apology is way wide of the mark.

Here's a classic, the Oakland airport apologized to the military after troops were not allowed to deplane during a two hour layover. Some soldiers were miffed because they had hoped to meet friends and relatives during the stop. This incident was spun as just another example of how California disrespects our fine military men and women. You can guess who did the spinning. So does Oakland feel shame over this problem and the world will be a better place? I doubt it, but somebody got to strut their ego.

In a recent flap, a Representative interrupted a Presidential speech by blurting out "You lie". He apologized to the President, our other president Rush Limbaugh blasted him for apologizing and now will have to apologize for blaming him for apologizing?

And speaking of my birthplace, Discovery channel has a new series coming out "Gang wars: Oakland". That sounds like fun. I wonder if the film crew went into the neighborhoods that that cops don't dare go into. Small problem with getting shot at. But even crooks love to be on TV. Should be a big hit, if we can love crab fishermen why not gang bangers?

Monday, August 31, 2009

Nirvana

Remember that Buddha guy who claimed shedding all your desires is the way to happiness? Maybe he was right, I've just achieved true Nirvana myself. And I did it with a 52 inch TV, HD cable and a DVR. I'm recording the U.S. Open (tennis) on one channel while watching Barca play Sporting Gijon on the other, and recording that too! The wife will appreciate the tennis, and just now I was able to replay the lovely header that Keita (Mali) nodded in for a Barca goal. I was making a sandwich at the time, but didn't really miss a thing!

Added to all that, my plumbing career is over, at least for a while. Last task was to hacksaw off a sink faucet that was too rusted to unscrew and it must have been at least 30C in that upstairs bathroom. Dripping with sweat after a few minutes of that.

Just one feature I'd like on the DVR, when I'm watching a show why can't I fast forward into the future. I know this match is a replay, after all the game was played yesterday, so just let me skip halftime and I'll pick up from there. But then I would have missed yesterday's highlights which included a Kaka goal and Renaldo penalty kick. I guess those millions are already paying off for Real (big budget) Madrid.

In weather news, there is a huricane spinning up the eastern Pacific towards Baja. This will spin that famous tropical moisture up into eastern California (and Nevada and Arizona) creating heavy storms in the Sierra. Please be careful up there and don't get caught out without adequate equipment. Expect flash floods in the desert.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Why'd you get into this business?

This morning I was at the rental house to replace the downstairs bathroom sink faucets. One was leaking pretty bad and they were all rusted. Simple, huh? Bought a new faucet set, got my attitude into shape, brought my tools and went over.

The faucet thing actually went pretty well, took out the old sink, cleaned it up and unpacked the new kit. This was going pretty well, except I was still worried about what might come. This is not a good attitude to have in a repair situation with a limited time line. The tenants would be back around noon, and I needed to be done, and gone. I needed confidence.

Putting the sink back in, I realized the plastic nut on the drain was spinning. Each turn resulted in a cracking noise at the broken nut slipped over the threads. This was the last simple part of the job. Why did I need this?

Collecting myself, I took the parts and went over to my local plumbing supply. Presented my broken p-trap to the counter guy. I said "I just want to get something like this, I want to get the simplest thing to make this work".

His answer "Why did you get into this business?".

Why indeed? On the one hand, I was a bit proud that he thought I was a professional instead of the fumbling amateur that I really am. Thinking more while he went out to cut the one foot 1 1/2 inch waste pipe that I needed, I realized what he meant. In plumbing you typically start off with a simple job and then since everything is connected to everything and some of the things are really old and rusty, it becomes very difficult to draw a line and just fix up to that point and beyond that it'll just have to stay the way it is. This is especially difficult since you know there are things over that line that will break at some time. But is that my job? Where's the responsibility?

I got the p-trap replaced, hooked up the supply with new washers and think that will work. But there is always something behind the wall. And the sink didn't sit perfectly flat with the new hookups. I wonder if that p-trap nut broke because of a similar stress over 10 years or more.

Back at home, I'll take a shower and think it over. I'm tired, contorting under a sink for a few hours is quite a workout.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Save 50% on your food budget

There's a little known secret that the big guys don't want you to know! But I'll tell it to you for free! Not like those internet come-ons that want money up front for some worthless information that you already know. I'll give you, absolutely free, my proven method to reduce your food bill. Sometimes by as much as 50%!

You may have noticed that pretty much all food packages have a website address somewhere on the package. If you go to that website, there is sure to be a feedback page, sometimes these are hidden in the "contact us" area. Write a polite, detailed message regarding the product and why it was not satisfactory. If there's a lot number or other manufacturer code number on the package be sure to include that in your message, also include the store and date where the item was purchased. Remember, be polite, keep the message short and detailed.

Sit back and watch the coupons and free samples roll in! These companies will eagerly give you more product to make up for your dissatisfaction! Get your friends involved so that all the complaints are not just from one person. It's really fun! Remember, the product doesn't have to be unsatisfactory, anything goes! Everything you buy becomes "buy one get one free"!

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Saturday, August 22, 2009

Hurricane Bill?

Huh? I know this is the casual age where we all can call each other by first names or nicknames or "hey dude", but how can I respect a hurricane named "Bill". In fact this one is playing out exactly as expected due to lack of respect, "Hey dude, Bill's making some big surf up Long Island, let's go".

How about, "William's pounding the northeast with ten to twelve foot swells." Now that's the way a storm should work, not like "hey, Bill's coming over, you want to hang?".

On the home front, Ramadan has begun. All you good christians think that means the moslem crowd will be all pius and fasting and stuff. Wrong. What it really means is that after the sun goes down there will be party, party, party. To my mind it can't be much of a party without booze, but the ladies just love it. They all dress up to impress each other, brag about their kids, talk about who's gained weight, or maybe they're pregnant or blah, da blah.

On the trailing edge front that I live on, I've gotten interested in electronics and learned enough to begin to actually make or fix a few things. While trying to make a digital clock, I've realized that my power supply has a problem. I have been able to figure out what might fix it, so I need a couple of parts. Two 2200 uf 50v radial lead electrolytic capacitors and one 100 uf 35v cap too. Of course I'm not sure that will fix everything, but when I opened up the supply and found a melted part, at least it's a good try to replace it.

But, these days, going to the electronics store doesn't mean capacitors. It means big TV's, PC's, games and all kinds of crap. I could have bought a million bucks worth of those things and never learned anything. The local Fry's does have some components so I went to have a look. Sure enough there was the slot on the shelf for what I needed, but empty. I pawed through a couple boxes of stuff waiting to be put back on the racks, but I didn't find anything, I guess there's no incentive for the staff to actually have things available.

I can order online, but it's not the same to me. I want to rush over to the store, smile at the clerk and rush back home and make something work. If I need to go back, then I can trade a joke and get the next part. That makes me happy, not filling in web forms.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Modern day bike riding

This morning I was out and about on what's becoming my usual short (1 hour) ride. After a brief stint on the trail dodging prams (I guess they're called strollers here) and dogs and what have you then I took off onto the local neighborhood streets. Much quieter, one of them is in fact named "Quiet Place Drive", can't beat that. School is still not open until next week so no mommy vans to contend with at this time in the morning. Very peaceful, the road smooth and cool.

Taking the Northbound trail, after the end of Walnut Avenue, along the canal, it was just me and a few walkers. In my mind I've named this stretch the "good morning" trail. Because most people that I meet take the time to say, or at least mumble, "good morning". I've noticed that these are generally older folks, the youngsters having I suppose gone off to work. I'm not sure whether it's because they just have the time, or because they were brought up in gentler times, but I really appreciate the greeting. I figure that I look like one of them too, especially when I haven't shaved for a few days, which is pretty normal, so with my gray stubble I am glad to return the gesture.

On the way back home, westbound, away from the sun, it's all downhill following the canal back towards my house. I noticed today a couple of examples of the latest in bike fashion, fixies. (as in fixed gear). We used to call them track bikes, stripped down to nothing. No gears, no brakes, as light as possible, built to be pushed around a banked track without any limitations. These two were made up from classic steel frames, one a Peugeot and the other a Schwinn. To slow down, you need to pedal backwards, or at least to push that way in hopes of stopping. The look is a bicycle about as clean as you can get.

I have a suitable Peugeot frame, but I don't think I could really take on one of these beauties. On the road or the track, my ability to take a crash is not what it used to be. In the meantime it's just great to get out in the morning and I do enjoy seeing those old frames getting the respect they deserve.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Enemy of Science

I have begun to realize that science is it's own worst enemy. The problem is that the scientific method allows (requires) that the results of different experiments be published. So a question that has had results published on both sides becomes fertile ground for meaningless debate. This then becomes a political question, with each side emphasizing the results that fit their political views and ridiculing the other results.

A perfect example of this has resurfaced again in the question of whether to add fluoride to drinking water. The city of San Jose is now debating this question. I'm not sure how long this article will be live, but I'll give you the overview. The original premise is that fluoride in the water helps prevent tooth decay and that is a good thing.

The opposition has their basis in the view that anything the government does is an infringement on the rights of citizens and should not be allowed. So they bring up a host of studies that show that fluoride is of questionable value and can be an outright danger for people with certain medical conditions. One logical argument from this crowd is that if they want fluoride, then they will get it themselves.

The other side then points out that poor people with less education and money will not buy fluoride tablets and so the society as a whole will be stuck paying for their dental problems down the road.

One of the basic problems here is that there is no clear cut experiment, it's not possible to take two parts of a population and test this question. So we are left with studies. Each side in this debate can pick and choose pieces of study results and quote them to support their viewpoint. And even better, each side can bring up secret results that haven't been published, scientific results that have been muzzled, lawsuits that have not been heard, professional groups (like dentists) that have vested interests and all kinds of conspiracy theories.

At the end of these conspiracy arguments there are usually negative comments about the other political party. (see the comments attached to that article).

How are we to move ahead on these kind of issues? With Oprah believers not vaccinating their kids and all sorts of other madness going on, it's hard to imagine what progress can be made.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Mystery cooking

With my wife, and sometimes me having lived various places, our pantry at home has some very puzzling items. There has been a box of Uncle Ben's rice on the top shelf for ages, I would have cooked it a long time ago, but the box is all written in Russian. At least I think that's what it is, lots of backward looking letters and accents. So today I just thought I should cook it, and I've started. Since American Uncle Ben's needs twenty minutes, then here we go. There is a little picture of an alarm clock with a 20 on the face, is that a clue? I wonder how old that box is anyway?

Last time the wife was in a place that would have Russian labeled food was quite a while ago. If it was Kazakhstan a while ago, if it was Azerbaijan, then a long time ago. Well, we'll see what happens. Maybe if I fry it with some egg it will be OK.

Meanwhile in America, Isn't it great how nobody ever does anything wrong? My late night TV buddy Billy Mays died and the autopsy found cocaine in his system. Did he really die? I see him on the tube just as much as usual. Anyway, the family is now saying that they noticed no sign of drug use and question the toxicology report and rebuke the coroner for releasing this information. Yes, they've got a lawyer and I guess a spokesperson, who says that "He was the model of a responsible citizen".

When I die can I have a spokesperson? What about a lawyer? Maybe not, I can't attract enough cash to bring in these sharks. Just let the guy go and shut up. I kind of enjoyed him doing his stick, let that be his memory, not the feeding frenzy of media and spokespeople. Next time I go to the county fair and see one of those pitch guys, I will stop and take a listen.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Power Cut!

Right here in Walnut Creek, California. Kind of made me homesick, although only one appliance beeped when the power came back on. Kind of an anticlimax after getting used to a dozen or so different things announcing they were back on again.

It's now 30 days since I touched down in the good 'ol USA and I've roused myself to the point of looking through job listings. It's hard to tell if this will be easy or difficult. It certainly is hard to read some of the listings, things like: "Fluent in Klingon", "you must not be a dumb ass". I must admit to being less than interested in "dynamic, growing company in the social web space".

How about boring, solid company? Did you hear that Honda made a profit this quarter? Because they've always taken a measured approach to borrowing and expanding and concentrated on building decent cars perhaps? Maybe they have some openings.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Americans and soccer

I'm watching AC Milan vs. Chelsea in a a game in Baltimore, Maryland and now understand at least one reason why Americans don't like soccer. This is something called the "World Football Challenge", a tournament made up of European and Mexican teams, played in various American cities. That's fine. But the TV coverage makes it almost impossible to watch. They suck, suck, suck. They don't know the game, they don't know the players and most of all, they won't shut up.

I'm pretty lenient regarding sports commentators, after all I've been getting up early every morning to watch the Tour as announced by Phil Ligget and co.

Just watched Drogba put in a long distance shot into the upper left corner of the net, so maybe I'll soften my stance. What a shot! But please, if anyone wants soccer to be a success in the U.S., please take care of these other details. BTW, Mr. Drogba was awarded African Footballer of the year for 2008. Love to see him play.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Echoes of Africa

One of the realities of living outside the U.S. is the realization that U.S. is not the center of the world. In a former British colony, like Nigeria, they still look to London. So my perspective has shifted too. Phone calls go through London, plane flights and TV channels come from there. ESPN sports center, that most American of productions, is a real hoot in the European version. You can either love or hate Tommy Smyth, I love him, but there's not any American equivalent at least since Howard Cosell.

I was tickled by this comment from the Manchester Guardian concerning the recent British open. Sentimental favorite Tom Watson (59) lost in the playoff to upstart Stewart Cink and with classic cutting understatement the columnist dismissed Cink with this comment.

"Anyone who uses his acceptance speech to thank his wife for introducing him to the Almighty so fits the stereotype of boring American God-bothering Republican-supporting lime-green-hat-and-shirt and cream-trouser wearing golfer he deserves all the indifference he gets."

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Anyone for Biltong?

If you had looked at my pictures, or whatever, you would have noticed that after visiting with all the animals, we went to Cape Town to be like regular tourists. For a tourist, South Africa is an interesting place. After all those issues with apartheid and sanctions and international acceptance you might suppose that you are visiting an integrated country and all get together and sing Kum Ba Yah . But as a white tourist you are not that likely to see many black people at all. As my daughter had said during our trip last year, "It's like Africa without any Africans". If you look closely, you will see blacks as maids, porters, bus boys, and other such invisible positions.

When you drive into Cape Town from the airport, there are some slums off the freeway, but they're pretty well hidden. In town, there is a thriving market around the bus station, but the guide books warn you to stay away. We had taken a cab from our hotel in Rosebank to Mandela Square in Sandton and since the driver was not that familiar with the area he dropped us off at what turned out to be the servants entrance. Rode up the lift with a group of blacks all wearing their uniforms for their respective menial jobs.

I just don't know what to make of it. It's pretty clear that racism is alive and well, but hidden now by politically correct speech and self selection. The current crop of politicians claim prestige based on how many years they had spent in prison during those dark years. President Zuma can only claim ten years on Robben Island, the next generation will have to claim new qualifications.

It's a beautiful country, and the people are as nice and helpful as any I've met. I wish them all the best for the future.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Extreme Retirement

(or my life as told on a Discovery Channel show)

(Upstairs bedroom, morning light streaming in through windows, JoJo rolls over, pulls covers over head)

NARRATOR
With the hurricane gathering strength, JoJo only has a few hours to get everything taken care of before the waves become too high. That doesn't leave much time for a shower, JoJo skips that and heads downstairs

Every year, dozens of people are injured or even killed on staircases just like this.

JOJO
(bounding down the steps, two at a time)
But I've got to take that risk, that's just who I am. There's stuff to do!

(Sounds of garbage cans being thrown around outside. Realizing it's garbage day, JoJo grabs the bag out of the kitchen wastebasket and rushes outside.)

JOJO
That's some left over chili that just leaked out onto my shoe. Can you imagine that? But the world needs it's leftover chili taken out, so I'm here to do it.

GARBAGE MAN
Hey, you better get that out here if you want that picked up. What's the matter with you anyway? Sit inside at your computer all day while we do the real work.

Here, watch this.

(Garbage truck backs over mailbox, and then rolls forward over it again for good measure. JOJO and GARBAGE MAN enjoy a hearty laugh.)

NARRATOR
But there's more than meets the eye when dealing with garbage. And that storm is still on the way. Better get the cover on the pool before the waves get too high.

(As the pool cover closes, two tiny mice dash out from their hiding place onto the plastic surface.)

STEVE IRWIN
These little guys may look small, but the bite of the suburban pool mouse is filled with bacteria that can cause gangrene and rot your finger right off.

JOJO
Handle it Steve, there's some weeds that need pulling and worms have been spotted in that area. I better look into that.

(JoJo bends over in the garden and tentatively begins to pull at some weeds.)

JOJO
Yikes! I told you there were worms in here! Look at that one, wriggling just like a worm would. And these could attract those deer that have been seen in the area. Did you know that deer hooves are sharp enough to kill?

(Doe with two fawns approaches from behind the bushes. Music swells with menace.)

JOJO
I knew if we let Martha Stewart plant that horseradish it would attract predators. That's the karma gang looking to consolidate their territory, and we might be in the way. Ever since the garter gang broke up, the entire area has been unstable.

Say STEVE, have the waves gotten too high in the pool for you to handle those critters?

STEVE IRWIN
Looks like that hurricane has turned into a blizzard. We better get over Afshin Pass before the haul road closes. Those miners need this load of gear, hop in.

(As the sun shines brightly through the blizzard/hurricane the salvage divers climb out of pool, scattering the mice and sending the karma gang into full retreat. JoJo returns to bed.)

Produce

As part of my reacclimation exercise, went to the local farmer's market yesterday. The town closes off a couple blocks of a street near downtown for local vendors to sell what's supposed to be locally grown food. I was astounded by the variety and quality of the available fruits and vegetables. Having gotten used to a limited selection, I was overwhelmed by the choices. Want tomatoes? There are several types. Everything was in great variety, especially nice were the stone fruits, something I hadn't had in quite a while. Nectarines, peaches, apricots, cherry's of several types as well as fresh sweet corn, perfect carrots, and everything else California has to offer in July.

Some of the supposedly local products were a bit of a stretch, why did a painting contractor have a booth? And the trio providing background music was just excreble, but cheerful at least. We bought a watermelon that the guy assured us was sweet but it wasn't really. I guess my next quest will be to find a watermelon with seeds. Meanwhile, I'm enjoying the peaches, just heaven.

The whole affair is conducted in a kind of smug silence that I guess I'll just have to get used to. Everyone walking around like they were some kind of famous chef searching for just the right flavors for that fabulous meal they had planned. Similar to the attitude you see at intermission at the ballet, everyone showing "Hey look at me, I'm at the ballet". I was actually just looking for some food. Better remember to shell those peas today. That always reminds me of being a kid visiting the relatives in Minnesota. We would inevitably buy a bag of fresh peas along the road on the way home from wherever we had been and then us kids in the back seat would shell them as we drove back, usually with the thunderstorms gathering for the afternoon performance.

No papaya or pineapple at this market though. But plenty of good stuff to take my mind off those delights, at least for now. It was fun to see a woman shopper carrying a really nice Ghana basket, the kind with the leather wrapped handle that makes it so pleasant to carry. I wonder where she got that?

Friday, July 10, 2009

The Sucker Society

These days (I hate that expression, is it really that different to previous days?), the news and the TV is full of stories about families that have lost their houses, their RV's, their boats, their dreams.

OK, so they borrowed too much, maybe suckered in based on ads from TV, or radio or newspapers. Now they are in trouble, I guess they forgot the part about paying back what you borrow. But anyway, what kills me is that the media is full of ads for ways to get out of your problems.

For only a small fee, some "debt relief agency" will take care of that overwhelming credit card debt, or stop the foreclosure on your house and solve all your problems. Now these suckers are on the news complaining that they lost their house and had paid these clowns who promised that they wouldn't lose their house and lost that money too.

I wonder if we've gotten to the point where the society is more complex than the current level of education can deal with. I mean, if you don't understand interest, should you really be getting a "negam" loan?

Amongst the flood of ads promising to get you out of whatever situation you have got yourself into, will there ever be one that says "you lose, sucker?". After all it's not the money you spent that you didn't have, it's those evil collection agencies, credit card companies, predatory lenders. These suckers are going to get into even more trouble. Maybe they should buy another house to flip?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

The Orange Cat

I've often wondered about the benches that architects sprinkle around their buildings. The ones that no one ever sits on. Often found around public buildings, again always unoccupied. Is there some quota that cities demand?

Out for a walk yesterday evening, I'm sort of at loose ends these days trying to acclimatize and figured a walk might do me good. Along our local railroad right of way become bike path, there are scattered benches, most with memorial plaques. Bike traffic was pretty heavy, and lots of walkers and joggers too. I was feeling a bit footsore so figured with my current freedom I could risk the antisocial stigma of sitting on a bench. As I sat down, I noticed a large orange cat was laying on the other end of the bench.

Another vagrant, perhaps. After a few moments the cat came over and looked at me. I'm not much of a cat person, but I could tell that he wanted a good scratch between the ears and was happy to oblige. We communed for a few moments, when I stopped petting, he snuggled up to my arm. I noticed an empty cat food can discarded in the bushes, is that the equivalent of beer cans around a homeless encampment? I would like to hear that animal's story. Living on donated food along the trail, free to himself, or someone's house cat out for a stroll when his humans have gone about their business? I'll have to go by there again and check, at least one bench got sat on anyway.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Oh, God, here I am

I'm here in the USA and going around like the proverbial chicken, headless. Got in fine, except for LOS to ATL at 13 hours is just too long, then husstle through customs and onto SFO flight for four more hours. I just don't know how to deal with people, everything is different. When the baggage guy throws my bag on the transit belt with unusual fury, should I take him to task? Or is his job to break everything in every bag?

And so quiet, what is it with you people, when someone is in your way at the baggage claim, do you just move away, or do you let them know what for? No talking allowed in the supermarket, caused a stir in Home Depot by actually demanding some help, no honking on the road, everything in whispers, what is with you people?

So much meat everywhere, I swear a lot of African families could eat for weeks at Costco, just from the demos. Me too. Had a haircut from the same woman who had cut me in March as I was leaving. She's Vietnamese and we shared some stories. Like the one about the watermelon that I bought yesterday with no seeds and no taste. She claimed that I was missing Africa and maybe I am. Would have been nice to settle into the back seat of the car and let Jesse drive, I am driving like Mr. Careful, don't know what the rules really are and some leftover caution from RSA as well. Left hand good, right hand bad!

And the TV stations are all different too. No rugby, no soccer and anyone ever heard of cricket? Is Wimbledon a foreign planet?

I swear, the USA is a bunch of narrow minded people who only care/know about their own country. But hey, the weather is great, the people understand what I am saying, and did I mention the weather? California sun. Hey Ho, let's go!

Monday, June 29, 2009

The Last Day

That is today, tying up some loose ends, leave for airport tomorrow at 04:30 GMT. (yikes!) Return book to the library, drop off the electric kettle at house 29. Turn in the radios and dsl modem. Cell phone down to zero credits, buy N200 for any last minute calls.

In the news, one building collapsed last night during heavy rain. The trouble in the Delta has entered an ominous new stage, now the rebels are blowing up the oil wells. This results in a huge fire that can burn for days, fed by the escaping gas and oil. (Remember John Wayne in Hellfighters?) Chevron had one blown up last week, Shell two more over the weekend in the Forcados estuary (picture). Shell has suspended all operations in a large area. Recent estimates are that about 500,000 barrels per day of production has been shut in.

I kind of picture the plane taking off through the fires and explosions and then we are into the clear air. Actually, with the recent rains, it'll be more like soaring over a soggy mess. Impromptu lakes everywhere, some have become permanent enough to be growing cat tails along the banks.

What's the difference between a lake and a pothole?
When the lake is in a road, it's a pothole. Or is the road then in the lake?

Had a little get together saturday evening to celebrate the various comings and goings in the neighborhood. As the government and unions continue to reduce the number of expats in the oil companies it seems like just about everyone I know is headed somewhere else. Some to cushy locations like Perth where there are massive gas fields being developed, a lot back to Houston and then maybe another posting if things pick up again, some staying here for another year or two anyway. The way this all works, there's a kind of inevitability that you will meet again, so there aren't any really permanent good byes, just so long for now.

So, so long to: Jesse, Tina, Moses, Ishmael, Lucky, Monday, Precious, Iloho, Martins, John, Cindy, Joie, Hugh, Roger, Debbie, Harold, Ken, Greg, Jeany and Jay, and Joy and Ryan and to all the others whose names I am forgetting. See you soon.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The TV generation

Standing amongst the wreckage, packers at work.

For those of you with a more visual bent, I've uploaded some pictures from our recent trip. I'm not a nature photographer, I don't shoot for National Geographic, I just point and shoot my aging little Canon S300. Mostly I take a picture like writing down a note, something to remind me of a place or event, and sometimes the images are worth a look.

Even on my low bandwidth connection, I got them all uploaded in a couple hours, including two power cuts. Picasa managed to restart without any prompting on one of the two opportunities. Another hour to add captions and here you are. I hope you enjoy them.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Empty

Footsteps echoing in an empty house. The truck left yesterday with everything, Jesse and Tina took away the rest as gifts for their service. Smoke in the backyard, I've been burning everything confidential, bank statements, phone bills, anything with a name or address or account number. Feels like the last days in a conquered city, get rid of everything and pretend to be an innocent bystander. At least there are no bodies to bury.

Jesse took me over to Ilasan to exchange some U.S. Dollars for Naira. Today's rate N156 per dollar, quite a bit lower than recently. The road was worse than ever, gigantic pot holes filled with last nights rain. Some kindly citizens had put sticks in the water to help avoid the deepest places. I will never understand why the vendors in that thriving market don't spend some cash and fix the road. Do they expect people will always come, no matter what the risk of sinking into the mud?

The area boys that normally demand payment of "radio tax" were not around. Jesse informed me that they have been stationed at the one intersection for the past couple of years at least. At least as long as he's been driving oyibos to that market. A steady line of tippers (dump trucks) were coming from the beach side, churning the road into a rich brown muck.

I had been feeling anxious and worried about moving, now I think about that book title, "The Incredible Lightness of Being". I've never read it, but the title suits my mood perfectly. My things are gone, I'm homeless and something is going to happen that is going to happen. I'll get on the plane next tuesday morning and just fly away.

I hear Walnut Creek has a new hardware store. Something to look forward to. This evening I think we should take a walk around the neighborhood.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Game viewing

So enough about all that logistics stuff, you go on safari to see animals, so what animals did we actually see?

As I mentioned, each place has different habitats and therefore different animals. The picture is along the banks of the Chobe River (Botswana) in the afternoon when the elephants come down to drink and splash and make a mess in the mud and dust. They really seem to enjoy it, especially the babies who are not too skilled yet with their trunks, so they just lay down and roll around in the mud while the adults are happily flinging mud and/or dust all over themselves. I find these groups really fascinating, they are made up mostly of females and their young. They are constantly touching and snorting and communicating in ways we can't begin to understand. The small babies must think the world is made out of legs since they are kept to the inside of the group as the older ones keep a close watch out.

Chobe game lodge being along the river has lots of elephants, hippos, and crocs. Some of the crocs are just huge, laying in the sun digesting whatever they had eaten and not bothering about anything. Inland we also saw lots of different antelopes, impala, kudu, bushbuck, waterbuck etc. Our guide was Moses and we had seven people in our land rover. He took us all over the place through the bush, always looking over the side of the car to pick up any footprints that he could see as we went. We did see a couple lions from a distance, it looked like they were sneaking up on a kudu, so we sat an watched for a while. The lions split up and went at the kudu from different sides, but in the end the kudu sensed their presence and decided to move somewhere else. The lions laid down for a nap.

Did you know that lions can sleep for 20 hours a day? Life at the top of the food chain.

Chief's camp, being in the middle of the Okavango Delta, was starting to dry out after the rains. The areas of open water were shrinking and turning into lush grasslands. The low hills covered in bush and trees were drier still. Our guide was Ishmael. This place was teaming with lions, the first drive we were on, within a couple minutes we were parked amongst a group of lions dozing on the lush green grass. We were also lucky enough to see a couple of different leopards. One highlight was seeing all of the "big five" within a two hour period. Then on the way back to camp we got stuck in the mud, and the three other jeeps sent to rescue us also got stuck and then the farm tractor too. A real circus as darkness fell. In the end we stepped out onto some pieces of wood and got to dry land where the last remaining jeep was parked. The guides apparently had quite a night getting things sorted while we enjoyed dinner back at camp, complete with a visiting elephant, that casually tore apart a nearby tree in search of some tasty leaves.

Mola Mola was drier than either of the previous places, although the Sand River had water in it. The same basic animals were seen there, but a lot more of them. Instead of a solitary rhino, we followed a heard of about 20 one evening and were right in the middle of a large herd of buffalo as they calmly munched their way along the riverbank. Although known for their aggressiveness, our guide, Lucky, assured us that in a large herd they are pretty calm. One feature of the buffalo is the lack of a mock charge. The typical rhino or elephant may make a move but will likely pull up once the point has been made. The buffalo on the other hand doesn't stop once he gets going, time for the driver to be on his toes.

We saw a rhino demonstrate with a large group of lions. The lions were laying around after gorging on a giraffe that they had killed. For some reason, this one rhino decided to chase the lions, he made a mock charge at each one in turn making the lion get up and trot out of the way. When the rhino was satisfied, he would then choose another lion as target and and chase that one away. Maybe the rhino had been friends with the giraffe?

In all these cases, the animals almost completely ignored the vehicles. A lion might raise his head and then return to snoozing, the rhinos simply went on grazing. The guides were careful about how close we came and it seemed pretty close sometimes. It's not that the animals are tame, they are just going about their business ignoring these weird wheeled contraptions that are sometimes around. I think for the animals it's a reasonable deal, they just have to put up with a few tourists in return for having free rein in their natural habit. And at night, they can be as wild and free as they can be.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Safari Camps

On our trip we stayed at three different safari camps/lodges. Chobe Game Lodge in Chobe National Park on the Chobe River, Chief's Camp on Chief's Island in the Mombo Concession of the Moremi Game Reserve, MalaMala Main Camp in the Malamala reserve adjacent to Kruger National Park. The first two are in Botswana, the third in northern South Africa. If you poke around those web sites you can see the rates, they are very high, at least to my thinking. So what do you get for that?

Each one is different, of course, but the basic idea is the same. The goal is to see wild game. And to get yourself fed in between. Each has a morning and afternoon "game drive" as part of the package. In the morning, that means getting up at 06:00 (depending) for coffee/tea and breakfast and then piling into your assigned vehicle. In general, you are assigned to a guide for the duration of your visit who drives you, takes meals with you and is your main contact with the camp.

It was pretty cold on the morning drives, so blankets and hot water bottles were provided, but you better have brought warm clothes. The guides know the areas where the different animals have been seen recently and also coordinate by radio if one sees something that would be of interest. In the evening, the drive can start out pretty warm, but as the sun goes down, it can get pretty cold again.

The daily schedule we followed at Chobe is pretty typical.

06:00 - wake up and down to breakfast (some lodges bring coffee to your room too)
06:30 - morning game drive
10-11 - back to the lodge (or later)
12:30-14:00 - lunch and general hanging around, nap if you like
15:00 - tea/snack
15:30 - afternoon game drive
sunset - break for drinks/snack
18:30 - back at lodge, shower and rest
20:00 - dinner
22:00 - sleep (or so)

As you can see, there's not much slack time, and at those prices you don't dare just sleep in and do nothing now do you? Most people stay for two or three nights. You will arrive at about lunch time and have the afternoon drive, then morning and afternoon subsequent days and then the morning drive on the last day. To me, two nights is a bit short and three nights is a bit long. Keep in mind that you are with your guide and your group for a long day and it can get a bit wearing. There simply isn't time to just chill.

I've been very specific about the names of these places, there are many similarly named camps that can be very different. Each of these places has it's own personality.

Chobe Game Lodge has a main building with dining on the terraces, the rooms are in duplexes with view of the lawn and down to the river. The area is fenced so there is no restriction about walking around at night, meals and drinks are included. There is a TV in the upstairs bar, important to us with the UEFA final scheduled while we were there.

Chief's Camp is 12 canvas tents/cabins along a small river adjacent to a central building with a large deck. The "tents" do have mostly canvas walls but are about as untentlike as you can get with full bathrooms, indoor and outdoor shower, electricity, and coffee/tea brought in the morning to help wake you up. Not fenced, so your guide walks you home after dinner, all food and drink included, no TV but internet is available. I was surprised to see a hyena one morning on the path in front of me on the way to breakfast, I was assured there was no danger, but it did wake me up.

MalaMala Main Camp is has a central building with thatch roofed duplexes containing very nice rooms overlooking the Sand River. Not fenced so walking is restricted after dark. Large deck on main building for lunch or afternoon hanging out, very pleasant. Dinner is served in the Goma, a large area enclosed with a reed fence. This time of year there was a wood fire in the center and hot water bottles and blankets for the diners. One TV, internet available, all food but not drinks included.

The natural habitat surrounding each camp determines what types of game are most likely to be seen and at what times. The guides are well trained and experienced both in locating and viewing the animals and in taking care of the guests. Next post, I'll try to talk about what we saw and where.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Back in Lagos

Got back friday night in a pouring rainstorm. Got the suitcases in the front door and the power went out. Took the generator guy quite a while to get it fired up, now I know how long the emergency light can run on it's battery, about 15 minutes. Welcome home.

I had been lugging around a couple large Zulu baskets, very beautifully made, but not that convenient on the airplane. I was glad to put those away. The zebra skin at least fit in a suitcase. Looking at it now, I think it probably looked better on the live animal.

Note to self: Avoid watching "Air disaster" marathon on TV before a trip like this. We traveled on a lot of different airplanes and just for fun I kept track.

Lagos (LOS) to Johannesburg (JNB) on South Africa Airways 747. Not a very new airplane, but good enough and the meal was a chance to get some decent beef for a change.

JNB to Livingston, Zambia (LVI), British Airways 737. It was great to see the mist from Victoria Falls above the dry brown savanna from way off in the distance. I can't imagine what Mr. Livingstone was thinking floating down the Zambezi river with that cloud of mist ahead and the roar of the falls getting louder (1855). I understand they landed on an island at the brink of the falls and took a look over the edge. It is spectacular and the wind blown spray made me the wettest I've ever been in the shortest amount of time. Should have rented the poncho for two dollars from some of the enterprising locals that had setup shop on the trail.

People naturally were asking us where we were from. When I would say California, inevitably they would exclaim "Schwartzenegger!" or as at the Zambezi river ferry, "Governator!". I bought a 100 trillion dollar Zimbabwe note from that guy just for grins. It's worthless except as a tourist curio since they have completely given up on their own currency. Maybe I should have bought a bunch since I now see them on ebay.

Kasane, Botswana to chief's camp in a Cessna caravan. A 14 place, single engine turboprop with expanded luggage hold. I swear the pilot, Ludwig, looked about 16 years old. After all our stressing about the 20kg weight limit that was in the brochure, our friend Ludwig just glanced at the pile of luggage on the runway and said OK. I was looking over the pilots shoulder checking out the instruments and also had a great view of the Okavango delta for the 40 minute flight.

Chief's camp to Maun, Botswana in a Cessna 210. A 4 place aircraft, single piston engine. Operated by Mack Air. What a treat, we flew at about 700 feet AGL and our friend Homi, in the front right seat got to wiggle the controls a little under the watchful eye of the slightly older pilot.

Maun to JNB in an ATR 42-500, dual turboprop. Air Botswana, we got a packet of biltong with a drink for a snack, really spicy. Perhaps if I had read this accident report, I would not have thought the same of Air Botswana. Wiped out the most of the airline in one shot.

JNB - MalaMala and back, BAe Jetstream 4100 dual turboprop, operated by SAA Airlink. Interesting to be in a plane small enough that it where it matters where you sit. No biltong, just a soft drink.

JNB - CPT and back, 737. Similar feeling like SFO to an LA area airport, commuters heading home for the weekend.

JNB - LOS, 747 -400. Sat upstairs next to an empty seat. Pretty nice and less engine noise than downstairs. It was setup for pretty good legroom too. A little gift got us the empty seat, my wife had a pair of Confederations Cup tickets that we couldn't use, turns out the agent is a football fan.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

At Mala Mala

A quick note from the safari front, using the single internet PC in the lodge basement at Mala Mala. All these lodges have at least a minimal internet connection but who wants to use it? We are on the go from wakeup at 06:30 for the morning game drive, then back for lunch, then out again in the afternoon at 15:00 for the afternoon drive. Dinner at 20:00 and then crash into bed. And punctual too, like the tourist army.

We are seeing lots of animals. Record setting "Big Five" sighting in under two hours at Chief's Camp. That's elephant, rhino, buffalo, leopard and lion. The ones that can kill you back if you are hunting them. Lots of score keeping going on, not to my taste, I'm more in tune with the five year old who's with us who sees a big spider as just as interesting.

In Joburg we went to the finals of the IPL tournament. Paid $80 each for $5 bleacher seats and had a ball. The stadium was packed and we were surrounded by friendly folks. Despite the captain (Adam Gilchrist) being out for a "duck" on the second ball, the Deccan Chargers managed to hold on and win. Since each player only gets to bat once, the best player being out without scoring is a real blow. Afterwards, we left before the Bollywood concert that followed the game. I may have to rewrite some of my previous thoughts on this game.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The world is dark

This morning has been hazy bright and burning hot, haven't had rain in a few days and it's really broiling. Sitting at the computer here, while I was catching up on the news, the sky turned dark. Then lashing wind, some approaching thunder and after that the deluge. That cooled things off. An hour later, it's passed, the clouds are breaking up and it will be hot hot hot again, with an added dose of humidity.

For those of you keeping score at home, it's getting near time to head back to "the States" as we say, but first, our last chance for an African vacation. We will be heading out Friday for South Africa (SA) and Botswana to do the Safari thing. It's late fall in SA and might be chilly, but the rains there are ending so it's the beginning of prime animal watching season. I'll be off the air for a while, will check in as I can, in the meantime you can follow us on our itinerary. Most of this arranged through Go 2 Africa, highly recommended.

May 22 LOS - JNB - South African Airways, the best coach seats in the world as far as I my experience anyway. Stay in Joberg at Impangele bed and breakfast, an expat favorite. (map)
May 25 JNB - Livingston, Zambia (map), over night at the Zambezi Sun. Near Victoria Falls (map)
By road into Botswana, stay at Chobe game lodge for two nights. (map)
May 28 small plane to Chief's Island in the Okavango delta of Botswana
Stay two nights at Chief's camp in the Mombo concession of the Moremi Game reserve (map)
May 31 back to JNB
Stay at Hyatt Hotel in Rosebank, the Beverly Hills of J'berg. (map)
Jun 2 fly to Mala Mala, on the banks of the Sand River (map)
Stay three nights at Mala Mala main camp
Jun 5 back to JNB then CPT
Stay three nights Welgelegen guesthouse (map)
Stay one night in Summerwood guest house in Stellenbosch, SA's wine country (map)
June 9 fly to JNB then LOS
Phew!

Then mad scramble to pack up house, garage sale, clean up etc.
June 30 LOS to SFO
Six months latter shipped items may arrive

Just for fun, I've included links to maps for most of these places

Monday, May 18, 2009

Learning to love cricket

I've really have no choice, the IPL has taken over sports on TV, and with football (soccer to you) winding down there's not much choice. For a baseball fan, cricket should actually be very easy to understand. The basic idea is the same, someone throws a ball, the other guy tries to hit it.

Picture a baseball diamond, four bases with a pitchers mound in the center. Throw away first and third base, move the pitcher to second base, leave the batter where he is and there you have it. Cricket. There are a couple other modifications of course, but they are minor. First, get rid of the foul lines, the ball can be hit in any direction. This will then necessitate fielders standing to the side and even behind the batter. Make the field in an oval shape to accommodate this arrangement. And add another batter, so you have one at home plate and one at second base. When one runs the other does too, they go back and forth. Behind the batter, replace the umpire with three vertical sticks with two cute little spools balanced on top.

Now it's time for some proper terms. The batter is not, he's the batsman. The pitcher is the bowler. The area between the bases is termed the wicket. The sticks are the stumps. There are eleven players on each team.

The fielders are not allowed to wear gloves except for the chap who stands behind the batsman, termed the wicket keeper, who is allowed a pair of gloves that look like what soccer goalies wear. The two batsmen wear helmets with face shields, heavy pads on their legs and large gloves, picture an ice hockey goalkeeper. The cricket bat is wide and thick, almost flat on the front. There is an umpire dressed in white who generally wears a wide floppy hat.

The teams take turns with one batting and the other bowling and fielding, just like baseball. Play begins an inning (see, same thing) with the fielders strolling out onto the field and taking their positions. The two batsmen then take up positions at the bases. The bowler hands his hat to the umpire who is kind enough to hold it while he is undertaking the strenuous affair that is bowling. The bowler then takes the ball and wanders out into center field for a good long way. He turns and runs full speed towards the wicket, launching the ball as he passes the batsman nearest to him. He may throw the ball directly or bounce it in an attempt to hit the stumps and thus make the batsman change in status to "out". The batsman will protect the stumps and attempt to hit the ball in such a way that he and his partner can run to their opposite bases. There is no requirement to run, if the ball looks to be too easily fielded, both batsman will stay where they are. For each time the batsman do run to the other end, thus switching ends, one run is scored.

A batsman can be out if the stumps are hit by the bowler or by any fielder while a batsman is in between bases. These outs are termed being "bowled" or "run out" respectively. A batsman can also be out if a fielder can catch the ball on the fly, before it touches the ground. This is known as having been "caught". This is not very likely since the fielders have no gloves and when they were younger they never wanted to be fielders anyway so have never really mastered the art of catching. The glory is in the bowler and the batsman, the fielders are not really expected to do much. Even a simple fly ball is an adventure and comical dives and drops are the norm.

A ball hit outside the oval on the fly scores 6 points, a ball that bounces or rolls out scores 4 points.

After throwing six times, the bowler has exhausted himself and completed an "over". He can then retrieve his hat from the umpire and take a place standing in the field. Another fielder is now given the responsibility for bowling and is honored by having his hat carefully tended by the umpire. I should note that bowlers are not allowed to bend their elbow in the throwing, resulting in a highly comical motion. They are allowed however to rub the ball and polish it against their pants in a way that baseball fans would find highly questionable. There's plenty of time to do this between pitches while wandering out to get a good long run in before the throw.

Nine outs (also known as wickets) constitute an inning. At that point the teams switch roles, the fielders going to take their ease in the pavilion while two of their mates are batsman and the other team plays the field and provides the bowler.

Matches may be of differing lengths with varying numbers of innings and/or overs. The so called "test match" goes on seemingly forever, over several days, with each team getting two innings, each of which potentially takes longer than a day to complete. A lunch break and afternoon tea are required to keep the players strong enough to continue. The scores in such a match are astronomical, well into the hundreds, the play is extremely boring since there is little incentive to hit a ball that is not to the batsman's liking since it may be caught. So the process of batting becomes an endless defensive exercise of blocking the ball into the ground. Remember there is never a requirement to run, especially in this type of match where there is plenty of time for that later on.

Too add some "interest" to the sport, in recent times matches with a limited number of overs have been instituted. The above mentioned IPL plays what they call twenty twenty. Each team gets a single inning of twenty overs. So there is some incentive for the batsman to hit the ball in a way to score runs, not just to avoid being out. Based on a flip of the coin, one team bats first and scores as many runs as possible in the twenty overs. This is usually one hundred to two hundred runs. Then the second team takes their twenty overs and tries to score more runs than the first team did. This can be a bit exciting but there is an inevitability to it all, since there is little chance of the miracle comeback that makes most sport interesting right to the end. If the first team runs up a large total, then the second team can have no chance of overtaking them and winning.

There are other variations as well, all developed in an attempt to prevent catatonia in the fans. The players also make an effort to excite the fans. For even the most unimportant event on the field, they are required to shout and jump and hug each other. For example, if a ball is actually caught, then a whole team celebration is required.

Every sport is required to have at least one play that requires an official on the field to make a call based on a little understood and poorly defined rule. Think offsides in soccer, pass interference in football, or pretty much anything in basketball. Cricket has the dreaded "Leg before wicket" (LBW). The batsman's leg pads can make an effective blockade in front of the stumps, however it is not legal to use the leg for that purpose. The ball must be hit with the bat if it is on a path to contact the stumps, not be stopped by the batsman's leg pad. The key to this rule is whether the ball was on a path to hit the stumps or not. If the umpire rules that the ball would not have hit the stumps, then it doesn't matter if the batsman has blocked it with his pads.

This leaves the door open for endless speculation and argument, as every sport needs. On the field, the players are allowed one outburst, like "No way!" if they disagree with the call. Further arguing is considered "a breach of the spirit of the game" and is harshly dealt with. Barging (trash talk) is also not allowed. Fans and commentators however are allowed full rein.

Cricket yields an amazing array of statistics, much like baseball, I think because there is so much time between any activity on the field that minds begin to wander. Yes, there are even fantasy cricket leagues (IFL for example), probably more interesting than watching an actual game. And there are always the incredibly complicated rules to ponder.

How are the Giants doing again?

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

De bobe don quench

Huh? Some expressions take getting used to, in fact this is one of my favorites. Quench means broken irreparably, "don quench" would be past tense. "Bobe" is of course what we would refer to as a light bulb. In other words, the light bulb is out. As opposed to "moto don die" which means the motor has broken down but can probably be repaired. Or when something is "spoiled" it's not just a rotten piece of fruit, but can mean something broken as well, like "my tyre is spoiled". In a related vein, "should I off the washer?" means not to kill it, just to turn it off, like when I want to take a shower and the water pressure is low, then please "off the washer".

Some of my other favorites:

Chop is of course food, or the act of eating or consuming. A "chop bar" is a local restaurant, probably not where you would want to eat. Or used as a verb as in "He go chop all the money" referring to a corrupt official. Then "small chop" of course means snack. Oftentimes an invitation that's not for a complete meal will include this term.
If a store doesn't have something, then it's "finished".
Therefore a job cannot be finished, but it might be completed, or it will be completed "anytime from now".
If you don't understand someone, tell them "I can't hear you".
When someone walks away and says "I'm coming" it can be a bit confusing. It actually means that they will return at some time in the future, it might be in 5 minutes or "any time from now", meaning, well, anytime.
If you are required to wait for something, you might be told to "please exercise your patience". So I guess you will.
"On time" means early, as in "I finish my work so I go leave on time today"

Some other definitions

Expired - like my driver said to me the other day when I called him after lunch break, "Has my time expired?"
Very well - properly, correctly - as in "The pilot must calculate his fuel very well". Reported after a recent airplane crash.
Fairly used - A product that still has useful life remaining. As in a "fairly used okada"

The locals love acronyms and the longer the better.

FG - Federal Government
LG - Local Government, wherever that happens to be
NNPC - Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation
EFCC - Economic and Financial Crimes Commision
LAWMA - Lagos Waste Management Authority
NUPENG - National Union of Petroleum and Natural Gas Workers
PENGASSAN - Petroleum and Natural Gas Senior Staff Association of Nigeria

And a few more that defy classification.

Four-o-four (404) - slang for dog meat, comparing the speed of a dog to the previously popular Peugeot 404. Legs can be referred to as "tyres", "headlights" being the whole head with eyeballs.
One thousand and four (1004) - A large apartment complex built for government workers that was emptied out when the FG moved from Lagos to Abuja. Still empty today, with limited signs of any progress in the supposed refurbishment. As in - "It took me an hour to 1004, and I'm still stuck at the Law School". Named after the number of apartments.
Sentencing - Instant justice dispensed at police checkpoints. Ranges from a small dash to large fines or even assassination.
419 - fraud. For example, internet come ons or selling someone else's property, named after section number in criminal code.
Trafficator - automobile direction indicator, what we would call a blinker. Yet another reason for the traffic police to demand a bribe, recently reported at a going rate of N50,000.

Better study up, or you'll be easily spotted as "fresh fish". (Newcomer)