doors and windows

i put in a couple new doors and windows which were major heat losses. i had the help of jedidiah brown for the installation a new door on the north side of the house. its much warmer as the winter comes on. sara marie stocco helped me with the window.

walk through the house

two months in and this is what the place looks like.

house repair

the first video installment of the mountain city cabin renovation. the house had reportedly 15-20 dogs living in it eating, breeding, and doing their business. i began by tearing out the kitchen and living room side of the cabin, pulling up the floor, replacing the diagonal slats, and the plywood flooring. the house was built in 2000 but the builder was an old guy and build in the 50's style with rough 2 x 4's and on raised piers like @ beach houses.

sabering champagne and new years 2009 dancing

nathan and alex, my brother and sister-in-law, came home from austria for xmas and new years. i got on one of my compulsive kicks and bought a bottle of champagne to "saber" where you strike the lip of the bottle with a blunt knife and hopefully it comes cleanly off. any glass shards are blown out by the force of the bubbly. later nathan and i performed an interpretive dance we call "dance of the legless, one-eyed swan and his degenerate, cross-eyed, adopted stepbrother from a previous marriage entangled in the lust for life and death" it was commissioned by the art institute of new jersey-scranton. enjoy!!

marbled murrbleons attack!!!

this past summer was spent on the coast of washington performing seabird surveys for the dept of fish and wildlife. the marbled murrelet is an endangered seabird species that nests inland in old growth forests along the coast. until 1974 it was unknown where these little fellows bred, after the discovery they became a major focal species in the protection of these disappearing forests. i worked with a habitat delineation crew in 2006, surveying potential logging stands in the northern cascades. i returned this season to conduct more work which took the crew and i from the northern most point of wash to the columbia river mouth on the border with oregon. the work entailed traveling along the coast and systematically scanning for these little birds (25cm), documenting numbers, distance from the boat, plumage, etc all from a heavily rocking boat. i hope you enjoy the video.

radiant barrier installation

im trying to reduce the amount of heat that penetrates the corrugated tin roof and cooks the house. im experimenting with a radiant barrier above the insulation. this video is a how-to and documentary on the fun of fiberglass insulation and styrofoam.

nascar: america's gift to the world

wilbur jeffers somehow suckered me into spending 100$ on a ticket to bristol motor speedway to enjoy a nascar race. up to this point in my life i have despised the "sport" and pitied anyone who watched it but because of will's persistent badgering and my curiosity i found myself in tennessee one weekend in august.
after a sleepless night in asheville we piled into the rental car (ford tempo with new jersey plates) and immediately delved headfirst into the nascar experience. you begin to notice youre getting close by seeing the odd truck with a dale earnhardt jr flag and a rather large man driving while sipping a 86 oz diet mtn dew. then it turns into every other car (truck) carrying heavily intoxicated, sunburned, tank topped "race fans" yelling out the windows their favorite drivers beer sponsor and requesting that any females (or males) in your car expose themselves. meanwhile as far as the eye can see the once peaceful rolling hills of east tennessee have turned into a sea of RVs surrounded by a "staggering" amount of shirtless and tattooed fans from every fishing hole and NRA clubhouse in the neighboring states.
the afternoon is spent drinking, betting on the winners (whom ive never heard of) and absorbing the scene. we tailgated with some very nice folks who allowed us to partake in their plush setup. 36' motorcoach, big screen tvs, grill, games, food, alcohol, but they themselves dont go to the race, in fact they go to sleep before its over which struck me as strange.
the time to head to the track is upon us and as we enter i let out a big "rebel yell" which i thought would be welcomed but apparently thats not cool. make mental note. we rent headset/earmuffs which allow you to listen in on the drivers communication w their crew chief, and find our seats. just in time for the intros which start with a rousing singing of the country song about "do you remember when those towers fell.....america is really awwwwesome duh hickey" or something like that, accompanied by a video montage of firefighters, policeman, and a dog catcher or two. then 3 fighter jets flew over, which was really neato. next came the pledge of allegiance lead by kids dressed up in uncle sam outfits, and jets flying over. then came the prayer which included phrases like "may god refuel the racers," and "may jeff gordon spin out in the bottom of turn 4" then the jets flew over. finally the national anthem was sung as a parachutist dropped in with a huge american flag waving behind him and dragged it as he landed. and the jets flew over.
RACETIME!!!!!!! vrrrrroooooommmmmm off they go and immediately the spectator sport becomes just about you as the noise is so deafening that communication is rendered useless. for four hours you live in your head, inhaling high octane fumes and drinking the beer and liquor which you are allowed to bring in.
i must admit the experience at the track itself is indescribable its a complete sensory overload. you can feel the power of the cars, the visual spectacle of the lights, the bright cars whipping around the corners within inches of each other is amazing, the intoxicating smell of rubber and fuel and the anticipation of a wreck is remarkable. but i would have been satisfied with them running the bristol 40 rather than the required bristol 500 laps. it is truly a "once in a lifetime" experience that will stay a "once in a lifetime" experience.

the volume wont transfer on the video for some reason

mountain city living

im buying a house in mtn city, tennessee. here are the rough photos of the lot. its 3.2 acres with a "house" without electricity or water but its all mine

this is looking nne so the solar aspect for photovoltaic is good. it overlooks a valley from a great porch. the sq ft is around 800 with kitchen, living room with woodstove, bedroom, walk-in closet, and loft over the living room. it needs love but it will be a great project to implement the things im learning in school.



kitchen with propane stove

living room with large windows and woodstove

porch looking north

porch looking northeast

porch looking west to flat "garden/yard"

the yard

looking out over the valley from the porch

i gorged myself on venables

the venable kiddies graciously invited me to go camping into the linville gorge in pisgah national forest. we hiked in from the north side of the gorge on the bynum bluff trail (4) down into the bottom then along the river bed on the linville gorge trail (7) to the first night camp.

john russell, elizabeth lindsey, clifford blair, andrew quincy. before we headed out it was really cute to see how anxious john was to try his very first "sleepover" outside without his "binkie blankie."


for dinner we were treated to lindsey's gourmet beans and rice burritos (don't worry mrs venable all that NOLS money was worth it), as we were about the eat the skies opened to welcome us to "the nature." we huddled under the tarp to enjoy the beer we found generously left by previous campers and discussed how the solve world poverty and the like. we retired to the tents put john to bed in his "big boy power ranger sleepie bag" and fell asleep to his muffled whimpers as lindsey sang lullabies and slowly rocked her brother to sleep.


these boys aint only pretty theyre smart too


on the second day we made it less than a hundred yards before stopping to swim and drink beer.



life is hard



a stowaway that was hitching a ride


the last nights campsite in amongst the boulders. everything was going well through the night until i apparently left the zippered door open and woke to the tippy tap tap of soft feet on my face. i bolted upright the see a blurry clifford staring back at me. we turned on the flashlights to find a small furry mouse crawling up the mesh of tent wall which we girlishly flick out the door and squealed in relief. turns out cliff had had the visitor walking over his face all night and had repeatedly swatted it away without waking. by this point we'd awaken everyone else who apparently hadnt slept well either. the sentiments were roundly expressed with johns "i love civilization."

america is good

heres a look @ my drive to washington state to start a job working with the dept of fish and wildlife doing marine bird surveys. the drive started in late april as i slowly made my way across staying with friends as much as possible. it was fun but im not sure i want to do it again. especially after a rush hour incident in chicago. on a 5 lane highway i turned to grab the atlas and when i turned back the traffic in the left lane had stopped. i cut the wheel to avoid and ended up spinning 180 degrees and then back 90 degrees and stalled out untouched. i remember seeing the traffic behind bearing down on me and thinking "im going to be late to minneapolis tonight."
enjoy!!

the building of a log bed

while in morocco i had grand ideas of building a rustic log bed, unfortunately i didnt get around to it, but as you may know ive had some free time lately (as in the last year). recently i slept on a crappy college futon mattress @ a friends house and my back felt really good. so i decided to build my own bed, i searched online and found nothing so heres my addition to the world.

the clearcut where i saved the logs from a certain death

part 1



part 2

the year of the chicken foot

as most of you may know my life is on hiatus, im living in the basement of the family's house, unemployed, and still struggling with my back problems. so i have decided to occupy my time and brain by taking chinese (mandarin) language classes at the local community college. the makeup of the students of my chinese class differ from that of my earlier spanish class. who when asked their motivation for learning spanish responded (in a thick southern draw) "cuz i wurk wit a bunch of 'em n need u tell 'em wur to putt tha drywalllll" or "so i can talk to the hired help". where this class consists mostly of hickory "businessmen" which means they likely grew up here and are middle management at a textile manufacturer with a plant in china, but not to say they are especially worldly.

my favorite moments during class are when we take a break and our teacher leads us in tai-chi, a form of aerobic martial arts. I wholly enjoy watching these "corporate businessmen" balance and pirouette around the room all the while cussing under the breaths about "crazy chinese... blah blah blah... egg roll... blah blah... im missing the ball game for this crap... blah blah blah..." i love it!!!

anyway we were invited to a chinese new year party at a local chinese buffet out in the country. i brought my friend, thom, along to share in this once-in-a-lifetime experience. we were under the impression that there would be fireworks, those life-sized dragons, and copious amounts of egg rolls. au contraire mon freir. we arrived late and snuck into a booth across from a older white man and a 30ish chinese woman. the group of 50 people, mostly chinese, were going around introducing themselves in chinese and wishing happy new year. they came to thom and i, so i stood and said my name and thanked them for having us and began to sit but they stopped me and asked for me to say something in chinese. i told them it would be ugly but counted from 6 to 10 on my hands, which they represent in a more creative way than we do. the introductions continued around the room, i turned and quietly asked a man if i did the hand motions correctly. apparently i chose the man with no kind of auditory volume control as he loudly explained that i was signing some sort of drinking game. we were suddenly aware that the entire room was looking at us and the head woman said "hey animal shut up" (i dont know) because there was a small girl being encouraged to speak chinese to the crowd.

after the introductions we filled our plates full of noodles, shrimp, dumplings, pork knuckles, and all-you-can-eat chicken feet. yummmmy. we began to talk to the couple across from us. which started like this "where did you meet?" "i got her on Yahoo, yeah you boys should do it, just type in 'asian brides', and bam you get em. hell the first day i had a hundred hits from thailand, taiwan, phillipines, all over." "wow" "yeah i goed ov'r ere and picked lil binny here right up, you boys wouldn't believe but they got cities n cars n tvs. they re dumb but boy they sure lik to smile." his wife all the while is running roughshod through a pile of chicken feet, chewing them whole and letting the bones dribble out of her mouth onto the table. he would occasionally turn to her and ask something and it would appear she would respond either "yes, no or chicken." with a limited vocabulary i can only imagine their discussions on existentialism and quantum physics.

the man pointed out another older american gentleman at another table and remarks "well ol darryl o'er there is going to jfk to pick him up one next week. you boys really oughta get you one." to each his own.