Saturday, September 02, 2017

The investment banker and the fisherman fable

An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna.

The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked, “How long does it take to catch them?”

The Mexican replied: “Only a little while”.

The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish?

The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.

The American then asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life.”

The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”

To which the American replied, “15-20 years.”

“But what then?”

The American laughed and said that’s the best part. “When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions.”

“Millions.. Then what?”

The American said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”

Monday, July 10, 2017

Headlight bulb change procedure

One of the headlights on our scooter burned out today. No big deal, you think, how hard can it be to replace an H4 light bulb? Not as easy as it seems. The headlight housing is not very accessible on the scooter since it's surrounded by a lot of tupperware, so I decided to consult the Yamaha Service Manual just to make sure I don't break something or do any more work than necessary. Well, it says "remove the front cowling" first! Now that's a huge PITA - I'd rather do the adjustment of all 16 valves on my Bandit than mess with those ill-fitting plastics that somehow always end up assembled in the wrong order, with extra screws and possible broken tabs. I knew chances to avoid all that work are slim (after all, it's the factory manual) but I had to take my chance. Long story short, with manual skills that would make a gynecologist proud (I'm not one, but I can take a look :)) I managed to wiggle the plug, rubber cover, wire clip and the bulb out. It was tight as a (insert your favorite association here), but it got out and the new bulb went back in without much trouble.

Yamaha says you have to remove all the plastics surrounding that headlight, from both sides. That's at least four panels held by a dozen screws and as many tight-fitting tabs.

The alternative is to try to reach the headlight from the inside and below, navigating through the tight space above the front wheel and very deep into the fairing. The green, yellow and black wire seen up there lead to the bulb connector. Above it is the bulb, surrounded by the black rubber dust cover and secured in place with a wire spring. All of that has to come out and back in through the space barely wide enough to stick a couple of fingers in...

The moral of the story is that service manuals and other official maintenance documents should not be taken as gospel (not that I take The Gospel as gospel either :)). Although they contain valuable and necessary information, they are sometimes influenced by lawyers instead of mechanics. As another example, both Suzuki and Haynes manuals for the Bandit say that you have to remove the tank in order to remove the valve cover. Did it several times with the tank on and it wasn't in the way at all. I guess they are afraid of someone suing them when they scrape a finger on a part that could have been removed prior to servicing.

The island.

Island on a lake.
On an island.
On a lake.

Treasure Island on Lake Mindemoya on Manitulin Island on Lake Huron.

BTW, Manitoulin Island is the largest freshwater island in the world. It's 350Km North of Toronto, plus a two hour ride on MS Chi-Cheemaun (The Big Canoe) - the largest ferry on the Great Lakes.

Thursday, July 06, 2017

Vaccines, who needs them?

I recently had to spend time and discuss both serious and not so serious themes with a seemingly well educated and rational man who traveled the world quite a bit. I fully expected that we won't agree on a lot of things, but was looking forward to a healthy exchange of viewpoints. However, it was obvious that's not going to happen as soon as I realized that this person doesn't believe man landed on the moon, believes that vaccines cause Autism and thinks Donald Trump is going to "drain the swamp".

Conspiracy theorists, armchair philosophers and paranoids are a dime a dozen, but this fellow didn't quite fit the bill of your average crackpot. He seemed like a man who knows how to follow logic and rules of rational thinking, yet when it comes to those themes (and I'm sure many more) his thinking was so twisted and full of logical fallacies that it made me wonder how he managed to survive to his middle age. I read somewhere that a typical believer/practitioner of "alternative medicine" is a well educated, middle aged, upper middle class, professional woman. Go figure.

Survive or not, you say, what's it to you? Well, many people don't realize that there is serious direct as well as collateral damage from this kind of non-thinking, and it's both immediate and long term. It doesn't restrict itself to non-thinkers, but it devastates their children, families and society as a whole. John Oliver explained it on the example of "vaccine deniers" much better and more entertaining than I ever could:

It all boils down to child abuse and public health endangerment. Do what all rational people do or go live on a deserted island (leave your kids behind, you are not worthy of them anyway).

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

A good traveler

Just listening to the angelic voice of Loreena McKennitt while watching her "Nights from the Alhambra" concert. It's a great experience in its own right and I recommend it wholeheartedly, but that's not what prompted me to write this entry. During the concert, she mentions this saying by Lao Tzu that describes the way I like to travel very well: A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. I don't know if I'm that good a traveler, but I always considered unpredictability an essential part of every journey and the destination just a prime mover to make me point the wheel in certain direction and stat rolling. As long as I'm having fun and gathering new experiences it doesn't really matter if I'll reach the destination. The trip is the destination.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Pennsylvania Wilds and why I love going there

Pennsylvania Wilds (map) is a two million acre area in the northern part of the state. Here are the main reasons I like going there so much: - Distance. It's closer to Toronto than Algonquin Park, by a good 100Km. - Getting there is easy and fast. You can reach the fun zone in less than three hours of riding/driving from Toronto and you can pretty much forget any traffic congestion as soon as you cross the border. - Traffic. There's very little of it on any day and in any season. You'll see more vehicles on the roads in Muskoka on a Wednesday morning in November than on a summer long weekend in Spoul State Forest. Crawling behind a truck towing a 20m boat is for those that go to Ontario cottage country every weekend. - Roads. It's practically impossible to find a boring piece of asphalt or gravel anywhere in this area, and believe me - I have tried. You can't make a wrong turn if you enjoy a good road for the roads' sake. - Nature and scenery. Lush forests, mountains, rivers, lakes, farmland, small towns, national forests, game lands, recreational areas, state parks (dozens of them: Ever changing and ever pleasant vistas with magnificent overlooks. Hundreds of places to stop and smell the proverbial roses without having to share them with flocks of minivan tourists. - People. Friendly and easy to communicate with. I can't say I made friends for life, but all my interactions with the locals were quite pleasant and unpretentious. - Food. It's pretty easy to find decent to very good food and servings are generous to huge. It's quite hard to find a meal that will set you back more than $15, beer included. - Accommodations. You won't find any big hotel/motel chains in the area and quality varies greatly, from $30/night dusty and claustrophobic old hotels (bring your own sleeping bag just in case) to $75/night in a refurbished old mansion B&B. There are hundreds of camps around, from KOA to completely amenity-free camping spots in the forest. - Laws and law enforcement. Pennsylvania is a helmet optional state. Speed limits in populated areas are reasonable (35 or 40mph) and traffic enforcement outside of the few small towns and more frequently traveled roads is practically nonexistent. I guess local and state cops have better things to do than set up speed traps on roads that see a few vehicles an hour on a busy day. If, by chance, one gets a speeding ticket, at least that ticket won't show up on his Ontario driving record (I don't mind paying that form of random taxation as much as I detest being raped by Ontario insurance companies because of it). What don't I like about Pennsylvania Wilds? Not a lot, really. I could do without sniffing gas every few kilometers (oil and gas wells are all over the place although not often visible from the road). There are a few oil refineries that are an eyesore, but I guess people there have to live from something other than hunting and fishing. I would also like to see a more diverse population - I don't think I ever saw any person of color there. Also, God and American flags are everywhere, just spoiling the scenery IMO.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Seven Warning Signs of Bogus Science

From the "critical and rational thinking " department:

Seven Warning Signs of Bogus Science

The most important discovery of modern medicine is not vaccines or antibiotics, it is the randomized double-blind test, by means of which we know what works and what doesn't.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

My first tool.

This teddy bear is almost as old as I am. He was one of my first toys and my very first tool. Long before I learnt how to walk, I used him as a makeshift ladder to climb out of the baby cage in the back yard. My mother found me happily crawling around and exploring (something I enjoy doing to this day - exploring, I mean :) ). It took her a while to figure how on earth I got out of the cage :).

Thank you mom for providing me my first tool, keeping it safe all these years and sending me this picture to remind me of it. I love you.