We had been hiking through several ‘parks’, which is what Florida calls their many swampy areas, without ever spotting any of these alleged reptiles. Most of these parks have a mile or two of boardwalk a few feet off the ground, which is covered with water, depending on current drought status. In a state with 11,000 miles of rivers, 8,000 lakes and 22,000 miles of coastline, there are a lot of these parks to enjoy.

Today’s journey was to take place in Myakka River State Park. It was March, and we were between race days at Daytona, so we wanted to explore and get some paddling done while I was out here in Florida. We found a place online called the Myakka Outpost to rent kayaks and canoes, and off we went.

The Outpost was situated on a small bay of a large lake. My first alligator sighting was a large fellow sunning himself on the opposite bank of this small bay. The locals didn’t seem to mind at all, but I was suddenly not so sure getting into the water with this guy was such a brilliant plan.

Deciding the biggest and strongest boat would be best in this scenario, we decided to go with a Canoe for this trip.

We paddled out into the main body of the lake, carefully noting that the gator on the bank stayed put. Staying near the shore and skirting around the lake in search of wildlife seemed like the best course, and we followed the shoreline around to a small dam.

Having seen no other alligators for some time, we were beginning to believe the monster on the shore was just a tourist lure. We heard all the talk of gators being masters of camouflage and all of that nonsense, but we were enjoying our nice day, and such things were likely exaggerated. Steve Irwin said American Alligators were basically scardey cats compared to his Aussie Crocs.

What’s the worst that could happen?

We paddled around the shoreline even further away from where the other tourists were boating, hoping to find other wildlife to see, confident that the “Great Florida Gator Myth” had been busted.

We paddled around the edge of a small cove, and began to round the corner of this small peninsula that jutted out into the main lake. The side we approached from was just another beach, and we could not see what was around the sharp corner.

She was in front, and as the boat peeked around the spit of land, she stopped paddling, and motioned for me to be quiet. Figuring another sleeping gator would be on the bank, I rested as the boat drifted forward.

Well, there was certainly another alligator sunning itself on the shore. And another. And another. And another. I was quickly trying to get a count as we drifted slowly in the slight breeze, when most of the smaller ones (they were up to maybe 5-6 feet in length) popped up and ran into the water, obviously to come and eat the two tasty tourists who were dumb enough to paddle this far back away from civilization. The larger ones had obviously eaten recently, as they remained on the shore to let the younger ones have the free meal.

We sat in the boat clutching our paddles in hopes of mounting some type of last stand, and of course snapping pictures as we continued to drift in the breeze. We noticed our fearsome demeanor seemed to keep the youngsters at bay, though they could be seen popping up in the water to try to get an idea how to attack us (I’m sure of this, anyway…they could have just been breathing, I suppose).

Paying close attention to the water around us, we hadn’t realized how close to the shore the slight breeze was pushing the canoe. It apparently got close enough that only the biggest of the gators on shore felt safe enough there by himself, as the rest of the larger adults joined us in the water.

About the time she suggested we should move further away, the boat was turned away from shore, so I was looking back. I heard the sound of one of the gators surfacing, and glanced down to see it staring at me from about a foot behind the boat. As soon as I looked down at it, he went back under the surface. Assuming I’d scared him away, I thought perhaps her suggestion to move along might be a good one.

When the same gator popped back up a moment later in the same place, I knew then he wasn’t going to leave.

As soon as her paddle hit the water on her right, the gator that was under the surface next to her wildly jumped what looked to me like completely out of the water. She leaned hard to the left as it splashed both of us. I yelled out in the calmest way I could for her to NOT tip the boat, and hoping she didn’t realize that whipping tail came as close as it did to her.

Thankfully we could see the gator that we had spooked move off into the open water, so we were fairly sure (“desperately hoping”? Same thing.) that it wanted nothing further to do with us. But just to be sure, we made certain to loudly drag our oars alongside the aluminum canoe with each paddle stroke, as well as bang the sides of it every few seconds, until we could get our heart rates down.

It measured about a mile on the map from the point we left the gator beach, in the direct beeline we made across the lake and back to the dock. An airboat might have covered the distance faster than we did that day, but I doubt it.

My friend Karin Hendrickson writes about her rookie Iditarod experience.  Amazing conditions during this race, and it is amazing that the dogs and mushers can do it and enjoy doing so!

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”

-Robert A. Heinlein

The huge video rental chains have long switched to DVD. Even DVD is now being replaced with Blue-Ray, which is being replaced by downloaded media streamed to your through set-top boxes or directly to your laptop. The last major Hollywood release to be distributed to VHS format was (the excellent Viggo Mortenson flick) “A History of Violence” in 2006. Now the last manufacturer of the format has finally thrown in the towel, and there is officially nobody on earth manufacturing new VHS tapes.

My father had a 16mm camera from around the time I was born. I have seen several dozen hours of old, early-70′s sound-free footage of people bobbing around in not-quite synchronized to the correct speed films he took in those days. Much of it me walking around as a toddler, drinking coke and wearing a camouflaged Boonie hat. Seeing a young Marine father in Okinawa, filming himself playing Tennis to send to his young wife, interspersed with various other shots of his buddies horsing around and an SR-71 taking off to go spy on the badguy of the month from on high.

Of course I’ve seen these all within the past 5 years also, as we had the reels all transferred to VHS, since there were no working projectors to be found any longer.

We always seemed to have the latest and greatest tech growing up. We had the Atari 2600 (dad still has it, along with probably 100+ games), Intellivision, Colecovision, the Atari computers (400, 800 on up through 5200, if memory serves). We’ve pretty much stopped with PS2 at this point, as far as gaming consoles go, but we always had proper computers as well. Whether the TRS80, Compaq sewing machine “portable”, computers with punchcards, reel-to-reel, cassette storage, etc. I remember how awesome 5.25″ floppies were. A buddy had an Apple II running a BBS system on it with only 2 floppy drives. And you could still DOWNLOAD stuff!!

Oh how times change.

When VHS came out, it was the dawn of a new era. Before that, all there really was to do with your TV was watch whatever programming you had. Cable channels were the hot ticket with channels like HBO showing movies, though there were no such thing as theme channels yet, like an all sports channel. HBO replayed a lot of the same movies over and over. They did this for several reasons, but one being that you could only watch it when it was being aired. If you got home late, the power went out, you had to get up and go to the restroom, had a sneezing fit, whatever: you couldn’t rewind and playback. You could only watch it again the next time it aired.

When VHS came out, we could now record anything off the tv set, just like we’d been doing with audio cassette tapes off the radio for a while. It was an amazing change of technology, despite how limiting it seems in today’s era of instant track-selection DVD.

I don’t recall whether Laser disk came out before or after, as it never really gained popularity. If you’re not familiar with them, picture a DVD 12″ in diameter, just like an old LP Record (if you even remember those), and 3 times as thick as a DVD. They were hyper-sensitive to dust and scratches, expensive, and never gained popularity with studios or consumers, so there was little selection. The quality was quite good for the time, though the relatively cheap VHS format was far more popular. Betamax was Sony’s version of VHS, but they lost the popularity war, despite being a better picture quality than VHS. Think HD-DVD vs. Blue-Ray, except Sony now has won that format battle with their Blue-Ray.

Being one of the few people in our small town to have a VHS player (as well as the other electronic toys), all the local kids loved hanging out at my house watching movies and playing video games. We thought turning over the score on Activision’s Laser Blast made us amazing, gawd-like creatures, and we must have watched “Porky’s” a hundred times. That may still hold the record for the movie I’ve seen the most times. I don’t know if I necessarily learned anyting from it, though as a 12-year-old boy, I’m sure it was somehow enlightening.

We had a lot of great times there and were fascinated by this ability to go back and rewatch things we might have missed. Playing back fight scenes frame by frame, slowing down the punches to see which ones were obviously misses, when it looked so real at speed. Deconstructing special effects by attempting to pause on certain frames where they switched to the dummy head from the actor before it blew up. Of course we only had a handful of films at the time, so I really can’t see how we got so much enjoyment out of Porky’s, Footloose, Flashdance and Stayin’ Alive. I don’t even recall watching the last 2 more than once, but I could just be trying hard to forget.

We were fortunate enough that one of my friends had a dad in the Hollywood business. We had a copy of Empire Strikes Back on VHS. I don’t know if it was still out in theaters, or it was just that it wasn’t supposed to be out on VHS anywhere at the time, but I remember he and I being concerned that George Lucas would have us all killed if he discovered our watching it. It was not a final production copy, and it even had the frame counter countdown thingie across the bottom of the screen. Some of the scenes did not have all of the final sound tracks on them, so it was definitely not a theatrical experience, even on our largish set and stereo speakers. Being able to replay scenes over and over, seeing every explosion and detail made up for the ticker thingie, which we learned to tune out, anyway. I am not naming names here, because that friend is someone whose name you’d recognize now, having “gone to Hollywood” himself, and I’m pretty sure Lucas would still have him killed.

Though I was never as much of a music fan as I was into movies, I had long resisted going to both CD for music and DVD for my video collection. I think the first time I ever bought a CD player was because it came with the new car I bought. I never had much of a music collection, and most of my old cassette tapes were worn to the point of being useless by the time I bought my first of only a few CD’s. My DVD collection started slowly, then grew to be fairly large before a series of life changes occurred, and I had to start that collection anew.

I haven’t bothered to restock the DVD collection much, with yet another change underway to newer technology. Even NetFlix’s outstanding service has gotten old with new streaming services they offer. I’ve been fortunate enough to see several dramatic changes in formats and methods of media use over the years. Everything keeps getting smaller and smaller. Which is fine by me, being a lazy person who despises moving boxes of stuff I rarely use or watch, but can’t bear to toss, as
I invariably want it at some point. I have begun condensing old media collections to newer formats, and hopefully won’t be losing any this time. I’ve done this both because I dislike moving boxes of heavy crap every time I need to move, dusting piles of things I rarely use, and paying rent/mortgage to store said boxes and shelves worth of stuff. I’ll write up some details on that in a bit.

I’m not sure how far it will go in my lifetime, but it doesn’t look like the technology will ever stop developing. While it irritates me to know that all the VHS tapes I still have are going to be worthless if my VHS player dies, it makes me feel like that 12-year-old kid pressing play on that VHS player for the first time all over again.
Posted in Blogging, Technology, VHS ]]> http://nomadicblog.wordpress.com/2008/12/30/vhs-joins-8-track-beta-cassette-tapes-and-lps-in-the-media-graveyard/feed/ 0 NomadRip http://nomadicblog.wordpress.com/2008/12/08/youtube-doing-hd-now/ http://nomadicblog.wordpress.com/2008/12/08/youtube-doing-hd-now/#comments Mon, 08 Dec 2008 02:24:00 +0000 James Schipper http://nomadicblog.wordpress.com/2008/12/08/youtube-doing-hd-now/ ]]> This is old news from last week, but YouTube has been slowly adding HD-quality videos to it’s regular service. Anyone who has been on YouTube in the past couple of weeks has seen that they went to a wide-aspect 16:9 ratio.

Now the service will show videos made in HD at their best trying to keep up with SmugMug’s great video services.

Many people feel most web video is “good enough”, but the difference in HD video is pretty great. I took this side-by-side comparison of the 2008 Where the hell is Matt video and captured this screen shot, showing the difference in quality between the two versions.

And if you aren’t familiar with Where the Hell is Matt, get familiar with it. It’s good stuff.

Go to his blog to check out the SmugMug-hosted video.

As “scaled-back” or Spartan as I’ve both voluntarily and involuntarily made my life the past few years, I have been thinking even more these days about how patently absurd the typical American lifestyle seems.  I don’t mean that like a commie kind of way, though it’ll probably sound pretty hippy-ish.  I’ve always discarded as much “stuff” as I take with me every time I move, but with the financial system floundering about like it is, it really has made me start to wonder what really is important? 

Why do we struggle so hard to make enough money to afford a bunch of toys we don’t have time to play with because we’re so busy working to make enough money to afford the toys?  What good are the toys, anyway?  Most of the stuff we seem to accumulate end up being things we play with for a short time, then spend the rest of our lives dusting and moving around from place to place.  Maybe it’ll be “worth something” someday, maybe we’ll want to play with again, or maybe we just hang onto it because we know how hard we had to work to make enough money to buy it in the first place, even if it is an obsolete item that couldn’t be currently sold on ebay for 1% of it’s original price.  What about our houses?  The bigger and “better” home we get insures that we’ll get to enjoy it less, as we have to be out working more to be able to pay for it (see yesterday’s blog).

Incidentally, I’m glad I pare things down like I do, as I realized recently that I’ve never had the same address for more than 4 years at a time in my whole life.

Of course people like to cite Wallyworld as the biggest killer of this American dream as far as the financial system goes.  They were able to undercut any and all competitors in pricing, effectively killing off most smaller businesses, and rendering megastore competitors such as K-Mart practically impotent.  They got the American shopper so accustomed to low low prices, that Americans became less concerned with where a product was made, or it’s quality, and were now primarily concerned with price.  To keep prices lower, most of their products are made in China or elsewhere, where the cheapest possible labor can be had, sacrificing quality for that low price.  American companies who have similar products of greater quality had fewer and fewer customers who could go buy these cheaper products, started going belly-up too, or shipping their jobs overseas.

So now we have fewer and fewer Americans able to make a decent living because their well-paying jobs got shipped overseas to make cheaper products for Americans to buy at cheaper prices.  But they’re basically in the same boat, as they had to take lower-paying jobs since the better paying jobs were now gone to make the parts cheaper, because that’s all the buyers would buy.  So basically the American consumer put itself out of work and made some big corporations and a lot of people in China really friggin’ wealthy.  You can’t raise wages and expect to only pay cheaper prices for everything at the same time!  (Incidentally, AIG was one of the first companies to do a massive outsourcing of it’s helpdesk people to India in the early 90′s.)

But Wallyworld was all a bit of a tangent.

I have been watching and following the blogs of people who live either Nomadic lifestyles or those who are trying to live “greener” or just live more simply.  People living in RV’s, old converted busses, vans, off of motorcycles, or in tiny houses on property somewhere.  I follow far too many of them, but a lot are quite interesting. 

All of them have the commonality of “needing” less than the average American.  They are almost all without any sort of debt in their lives, and don’t use credit.  The average teenager would likely go batshit crazy at the lack of stimulus, as most don’t even own a tv.  All of them are computer savvy enough to at least have a blog or email, if not some sort of source(s) of internet income.  The traveling people have those that don’t require them to be at a specific location, if they don’t just do odd jobs wherever they are just to pay for food.  Most of them are using at least solar and oftentimes wind power generation to provide their electrical needs, so after initially buying equipment, internet/phone and perhaps vehicle fuel, they have no utility costs.  Several who have vehicles have those that run on veggie oil that they get free from restaurants.  Many of the Nomads wake up pretty much wherever they want to be on any given day.  They often have a great view each morning.

All of them live on a lot less than they typical American family.  All of them redefine “need” and “want” as they apply in our current language.  I would be willing to bet that most if not all of them are hardly at all affected by the current economic implosion.  Many times they have some craft of some sort that they do, and travel to various arts and crafts shows around the country selling what they make.  Most don’t seem to make enough money off of these items to retire off of, though it pays what little bills they have, and they meet all kinds of interesting people, all while not necessarily having to be in the system.  I’m not suggesting they cheat on their taxes or anything, as I don’t know.  But it seems a much less complicated existence than we have as our standard lifestyle here of consuming anything and everything our senses can find.

I posted a video of a guy I saw on one of the blogs yesterday.  He builds super-tiny houses in the neighborhood of 100sq’ (there are quite a few places that do that and I follow several of their blogs).  He is the one who pointed out that the bigger the house, the less time you get to spend in it.  I guess the point of it all is, what really actually matters, and how much of what we do is just noise?  How much of our mortgages is to pay to store our shiny shit that does nothing but gather dust?  I wouldn’t want to try to calculate the square footage on that.  Why do we spend so much time working instead of enjoying the world?  I’m not talking about hedonism.  I just mean being outside, seeing the wonders of this amazing world.  It’s not some excuse to be lazy and do nothing, it’s just doing what’s important to that person.

It seems crazy to me that for the majority of almost 40 years, I’ve just stayed in one little corner of the world.  I’ve traveled a small amount, but still so much of even this country I’ve never seen, let alone the rest of the world.  Why do we just sit here in one place our whole lives?  Are we afraid to get out and see things?  Safety, security, comfort?  What difference does any of that make if we never go anywhere or do anything until we just die, anyway?  And yes, I’m well aware that I may just be having another mid-life crisis and I’ll be over it soon

Everyone has different wants, I know.  But I wonder how many people do what they do because that’s what you’re “supposed to” do?  You hear of people talk of being “tied down” in relationships, having kids and being “stuck” with raising them or getting themselves stuck on the hamster wheel of money/career/work, all to buy the shiny shit they want and working even more to keep the shiny shit…oh and there’s more shiny shit over there, too!  Is it just that the grass is always greener?  Do we really want to see the world?  Do we just use those things as excuses for not going out and doing it?  Of course to many people, being married, having kids and raising a family is the most important thing to them.  Some people have monetary goals instead.  I’m not suggesting you can’t have a happy and fulfilling life living in the same town all your life.  I’m talking about the people who long for things other than what they actually do.  We’re all different.

Sure, the case can be made for those who work their whole life and sacrifice those productive years to someday be able to retire and then enjoy all their free time and see the world.  But now we’re back to the financial collapse.  How many of those people worked their whole life with the reward of retirement looming or finally coming, only to find out they can’t retire, or they did retire, but now have to go back to work?  How many grossly underestimated the costs of retirement, hadn’t accounted for the “Greater Depression” we’re in now and their stock failures?  How many have been eating the shit we eat here their whole life and find their retirement funds being eaten away by medical costs faster than they can spend it on being retired and enjoying all those promised rewards?  (I’ll go on another tangent about our food and health situation soon.)

I have already seen the tightening of the belt by much of America.  Though I stay in circles of people who pay attention to what’s going on in the world, there are Brazillians of Americans who don’t really watch the news or pay attention to what’s going on in the financial markets or any of that nonsense, who have not even heard of the economic crisis.  Most are blissfully unaware of the turmoil on Wallstreet unless they caught part of an Obama speech.  But there are huge segments of the population who didn’t even do that.  Not everyone watches the news, and that’s pretty much the only place you hear about it.  As long as their job is still there, the only thing they know is that gas prices went back down, so they’ll be taking the for sale signs off their SUV’s and going back to “normal”.  That is many Americans’ gauge of the financial world, and really all they know.

Whether it’s just the natural order of things to change over time, or it’s all just going to hell in a handbasket, we have yet to see.  Companies used to provide pensions, then it was employer-matching 401k’s, then it changed to employee only contributions to 401k’s, and now those are going bankrupt.  What will be next?  All I know is that few people seem to have ever benefited from any of these promised retirement plans, no matter how much they’ve contributed to them over their working lives.   The first few people in that generation seem to get the benefits just fine, before it collapses and the next iteration is made commonplace.  Not even to mention the social security debacle and all that is becoming.  I don’t expect I’ll ever see any of that.

So I’ve been re-thinking a lot of what I always thought we were “supposed to” do. What constitutes a “life”?  What is retirement?  What is the point, purpose or otherwise?  What the hell is a handbasket?

Well this got long.  Though it may sound similar to the popular manifesto, fear not, I won’t turn into the next unabomber.

Motorcycles and scooters use far fewer resources to own and operate over automobiles. Making them even “greener” only makes it more of a well-used transportation vessel. As with everything in life, it has it’s drawbacks, with exposure being at the top, both to elements and things that can impact with the body. But those risks can be considerably mitigated with a bit of diligence, gear, and training.

I am going to try to keep track of those I see, perhaps in a central location. Here is one I just saw today on AutoBlog Green after having thought about this for a few days.

LPG Powered Yamaha XT500 Motorcycle

Posted in Green, Motorcycle ]]> http://nomadicblog.wordpress.com/2008/11/24/motorcycles-are-greener/feed/ 0 NomadRip http://nomadicblog.wordpress.com/2008/11/24/peter-kings-small-houses-in-vermont/ http://nomadicblog.wordpress.com/2008/11/24/peter-kings-small-houses-in-vermont/#comments Mon, 24 Nov 2008 15:14:00 +0000 James Schipper http://nomadicblog.wordpress.com/2008/11/24/peter-kings-small-houses-in-vermont/ ]]> Peter King builds Tiny Houses in Vermont. I found this video through the Tiny House Blog. He found it on the Stuck in Vermont blog.

Having grown increasingly irritated with all the consumerism mess here in the U.S., I’ve been more and more fascinated by simpler living. While I’m not even remotely considering or ready to ever give up my connectivity via phone and internet, the concept of spending most of life going to a job you hate so you can pay for a house you barely use and toys you don’t have time to play with because you’re busy working to “afford” them is becoming more and more absurd the more thought I give it.

I’m likely just having another mid-life crisis, but the patent absurdity of the life most of us lead and strive for is beginning to wear on me the further I get from my young age. Even though I’ve been quite a few amazing places, there is still so much to see and do. I couldn’t likely deal with the Grizzly Adams thing. Beards itch. But what a bunch of futility we are taught to strive towards.

Or it’s just a funny video of a trippy dude who likes it simple.