Sunday, June 28, 2015

Just Another Day In June

 Mr. Bullfrog relaxing in the bright June sun.

Most times when I post on this blog, it's about specific subjects. This one is more of a day-to-day post -- more or less about my day to day life in a sunny June in the Seattle area.

Mount Rainier from a parking lot in the White Center neighborhood in Seattle.

Today, as I write this, it's Sunday. And Saturday was spectacular -- 91 degrees (32C) and lots of sun. Usually we don't get into the 90's until August. And usually, the grass doesn't start turning brown until August or late July.

Brown grass in the first week of June along the Cedar River Trail in Renton. Usually this occurs later in the summer.

But the grass (at least grass that isn't watered by people) is already brown in most places. This summer looks like it will be a dry one. I have been in several other places in the United States, and aside from parts of California I don't think there is any better place to be during summer than in western Washington State.

Usually we have moderately hot to warm weather, and after the Fourth of July, it's dry until September. Our humidity is low, and the night air is cool enough to be refreshing.

This summer appears to be drier than usual, the brown grass being one anomaly, and the lower than usual Cedar River being another anomaly. The Cedar River generally runs fairly high in May and June, and by August, it is very low. However, several times this past month, the river has been low -- as can be seen in the following picture.

The Cedar River on a sunny day in early June -- very low for this time of year. This is how low it usually is in August, our driest month.
However, the level of the river does go up and down (it is controlled by a dam upstream) so right now it's a bit higher than in the above picture.
June is also the time where many of us Seattleites get to do a lot of yard work because of overgrowth from the Spring. If one isn't careful, Himalayan blackberries can take over everything. This is where that handy tool, the weed whacker, comes in handy.

I have several weed whackers (the technical term is 'string trimmer'), and lately have been using a gas powered one which was impossible to start until I took it back to the shop and the guy there showed me how to start it: i.e., forget everything you read in the manual. Since then, the gas powered weed whacker works like a charm.

An arsenal of weed whackers. My gas powered one at bottom, and my most trusty electric one (the first one I bought, a Grass Hog) on the upper right. The electric whacker on the upper left has old wrenches taped to the cutting head, to make it more stable. The hedge in back was partially trimmed by a weed whacker. They are very versatile garden tools.
My first weed whacker was a Grass Hog, which I discovered would cut everything from grass to blackberry vines. There is a knack to getting a weed whacker to cut blackberries without bogging down. You sort of snap it across the vine. With the gas powered whacker, of course, less finesse is needed. If it has blades instead of nylon twine, it will really cut. You can even mow a lawn with it if you need to.

June is also the time for fixing things, like bicycles. I had one bike which had a broken shifter cable, and after fixing the cable in the late afternoon sun, I cleaned the bike up and lubed it. Another bike -- my main riding bike -- developed a broken tire, which I replaced.

The gum rubber tire on my main riding bicycle. As you can see, the gum rubber just decided to rip and give way...
As it turns out, gum rubber tires just don't last as well as the black rubber tires, which you can ride until they're completely bald (if you had to -- it's not smart to ride a bike with bald tires -- they can slip around on wet pavement). Gum rubber tires give a smooth ride, but they will split and rip when they get old. The older gum rubber just can't handle the air pressure anymore.

As I replaced the tire, I re-checked my repair job on the innertube. I had patched the innertube in late Winter, to save a few bucks. Unfortunately, the glue that comes with most tire patches is runny and never dries. You can use other glues (like modeler's glue) and mix it with the runny rubber glue, and it helps. But even that didn't work this time. So I relied on that old standby: duct tape.

A five month old innertube repair made with a tire patch, which was reinforced with duct tape. The duct tape helps keep the patch on the innertube completely sealed, especially when it's pressed between the innertube and the outer tire.
I reinforced the crappy rubber tire patch with duct tape, and it worked. It has held up for at least five months now, and the tire doesn't lose any more air than the tires with normal innertubes. On some bike forums, they say don't use duct tape, it won't work. Well, it works.
The fixed / replaced tire -- a black rubber tire, which is long lasting, and even has kevlar, so I suppose it will even stop bullets. :-)  The wheel is an old German wheel which rides well even though it is missing a spoke (that's my next repair).
During summer, I sometimes let my cat outside for an hour or two. It's the time she gets to have her adventure. I always keep an eye on her, though. 

My cat on an adventure. She had just been surprised, so her tail is a little bushy.
A few days ago, of course, it was Summer Solstice, and during this time of year the setting sun blasts its way directly through my bedroom window, which faces northwest. I usually keep the curtains open, but I closed them for the photo, to show the directness of the sun's rays.

Solstice sun directly hitting my curtains, June 13th.
I was able to snap a picture of the sun setting just as it went down over a distant hill, right at 8:45 p.m. (local sunset) on solstice evening, June 21st. Unfortunately I didn't get a better picture because the battery in the camera was about to die. The sky stayed lit until after 10 p.m.
Sun setting, Summer Solstice. Where's something cool like Stonehenge when you need it?

Soon it will be the Fourth Of July, a big holiday here in the U.S.. I have no plans, except maybe to grill some hot dogs and watch the fireworks shot off by people in the nearby neighborhoods.

A shot of my eye. Trying to figure out how to take close up pics with my Fuji digital snapshot camera.
I have taken a lot of photos over the past month, with both of my digital snapshot cameras (a Fuji AX and a Canon A520 I got at a thrift store for $6). I took some photos of the Seattle skyline and Alki Beach, and took a few photos of birds and a couple bullfrogs hanging out in a nearby pond. 
Hopefully, I can sort them out and make a blog post or two within the next week, using all the new photos. Until then, happy end of June!


Thursday, June 25, 2015

KARAOKE



Karaoke singer at Uncle Mo's pub in Renton
 
I’ve done karaoke off and on for a few years. 

It’s a nice way to meet people, as everyone there has something in common: singing. Because it is always a learning process, most people don’t care if the singing’s perfect or not. It’s also a fairly social experience. I’ve met a lot of people in karaoke. You immediately have something in common to talk about: music.

I mostly sing working class rock songs (Audioslave, Soundgarden), some old school metal now and then (i.e. Iron Maiden), and some pop (like Andy Grammer’s “Keep Your Head Up”). 


 A group of singers at the Berliner singing "Man Of Constant Sorrow"

The beauty of karaoke is that I’ve seen singers develop from being awful to being really good -- in just the space of a year or two. And there are a lot of people who are very good singers. Karaoke turns music from a performer / spectator experience into an experience where everybody is a performer, and everybody is a spectator.

Singer at the Berliner Pub, Renton.
 
Some karaoke bars are really fun places. The bar’s vibe can vary with the type of music the singers prefer. Some karaoke bars have singers who like mostly country music, some are more rock oriented, and most of them have singers who do everything: pop, urban, rap, alt-rock, R&B, country, and even some standards.

Some unique things have happened when I was singing.

One night I was singing a hard rock song and my voice literally blew out the amplifier running the sound system. They had to buy a new one.

Another night in a different bar, I was singing a song about peace and love by the Irish band U2. All of a sudden two girls started a big fight in the middle of the floor – smacking each other around, and knocking over a table. I just kept singing while they fought, and while other people broke the fight up. The show must go on.

I once sang a song by an unknown Australian rock band (the Screaming Jets) and the entire bar responded -- people pounding on tables, clapping, etc.. But it was a song no one in the U.S. had heard before. After the reaction the song got, I sent a copy of the CD to a radio station and the song got some airplay.

 Dancing and having fun St. Patrick's Day, 2015, at the Berliner in Renton

Overall, karaoke has been a positive experience for me. People sing, people talk to each other about various songs – and people also dance to the songs, as some of these pictures show. Karaoke may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but if I go to a pub, I want to hear music playing. And with karaoke, you not only hear all kinds of music, you can participate, too.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Cotton From The Sky

Cottonwood 'cotton' alongside the road.


I live in an area with lots of cottonwood trees (the species is called "black cottonwood", for some reason). Ever since I was a child, watching the cottonwoods let loose their tufts of "cotton" was an early summer ritual.

When I was a kid I thought it was real cotton. Of course, now that I am grown up, I know better. :-)

A lot of people don't like cottonwood trees. They say they shed branches. Which they will sometimes do. But other species of trees (maples, firs, spruces) will shed branches in heavy winds also.

Cotton alongside the trail, during the peak of cottonwood season.

They say they don't like the cotton, because it gives them allergies. It's probably too big to give someone an allergic reaction, but the pollen may cause trouble for some (it doesn't for me).

One of the largest cottonwoods in the area, and my favorite spot on the Cedar River Trail. Sometimes I make a pilgrimage to this special tree (which I've given a nickname), and I'll sometimes stop, and just look at it and wonder. Even at night it stands out against the stars.


Cottonwoods are big, beautiful trees. There are several in my area that are probably over 100 years old. The oldest known cottonwood in the Pacific Northwest is a 270 year old cottonwood near Salem, Oregon -- a monstrous looking tree.

Black cottonwoods are native to the NW US and BC in Canada, and they also occur in Alberta and Alaska. Black cottonwoods have been introduced in Iceland and the Faroe Islands.

Cottonwood tree buds on the Cedar River Trail. Usually they stay on the tree, and the 'cotton' lets loose, and drifts off into the air.

The cottonwoods in my area decided to start letting loose their 'cotton' about the second week in May. During that time, whenever there was a wind, the air looked like a very light snowstorm, except it was 75-80 degrees out (20-24C) and the "snow" floated around in tufts, drifting in the bright, balmy sun.

One of the largest and oldest cottonwood trees in the area. It's probably over 100 years old, and nearly 8 feet wide at the base. It looks like it has lost branches several times during its lifespan (photo taken with cheap digital snapshot camera).

The cottonwood 'cotton' season -- if you could call it that -- lasts almost a month. It usually goes from very late May through the best part of June.

Another view of the oldest tree in the area (photo taken with a cheap digital snapshot camera). The trunk is nearly 8 feet (2.5 meters) wide.

The white spots in the middle of the picture (which look a little like flakes of snow) are tufts of 'cotton'.
 
 An enhanced view of cotton in the sky (resembling stars in this edited picture), with a large cottonwood tree below.

Cottonwood season is when the sun is almost the highest in the sky, and I always associate cottonwood season with bright, bright sunshine, balmy temperatures (usually in the low 80's: 23-25C) and magically long days.

 'Cotton' alongside the Cedar River Trail.
As of today (June 17th) cottonwood season has been finished for about a week. The sky no longer has tufts of cotton floating around, and the 'cotton' by the side of the Trail is starting to break down.

Cottonwood season always seems to peak at the turn of the month of May into June. It's still one of my favorite times of the year.

For more information on the largest black cottonwood tree in the world (in Salem, Oregon), check out this informative web page:
http://ortravelexperience.com/oregon-heritage-trees/willamette-mission-cottonwood/