Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
From the 4 percentile
My meditation teacher Don Kollmar (www.csaprocess.com) was talking about the four percent of the universe that is made of matter. It must be the creative space that allows for diversity and what I call beauty.. the end product when I notice how the light hits or my eye captures, or the camera has lucked out, and that doesn’t include any thinking about the complex and miraculous structure and function of the eye itself or its relationship to Ms. brain. The emotional reaction that comes with what I call beauty comes out of a gap in thinking in that moment of perception and the catch of awe.
There are all the myriad of things that progress through our experiencing and fill our lives as the clock ticks away on the time we have here. I could tell you about health, disease, poverty, international projects, interpersonal challenges, local things that are confounding me…. There is always an emotional hook about all the problems and about the brevity of time and seeming futility of it all.
But, I am free and chose peace and can live in the moments I afford myself to wander this dry late summer time among the still blooming flowers and volunteer tomatoes. It is such a gracious ability we (all) have just to appreciate. Here, in our impersonal blogified world I share an intense soundless relationship with what pleases and captivates me about the simple beautiful things around me. No recipes.
There are all the myriad of things that progress through our experiencing and fill our lives as the clock ticks away on the time we have here. I could tell you about health, disease, poverty, international projects, interpersonal challenges, local things that are confounding me…. There is always an emotional hook about all the problems and about the brevity of time and seeming futility of it all.
But, I am free and chose peace and can live in the moments I afford myself to wander this dry late summer time among the still blooming flowers and volunteer tomatoes. It is such a gracious ability we (all) have just to appreciate. Here, in our impersonal blogified world I share an intense soundless relationship with what pleases and captivates me about the simple beautiful things around me. No recipes.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Veggie Volks!
Late summer in the valley and Bruce has a bumper crop of heirloom tomatoes. While we have been bumper to bumper all day...
We bought a great new used car today from a nice young woman in Sacramento. It’s a 2006 VW Golf TDI that has been professionally converted by Plant Drive (www.plantdrive.com) in Berkeley to run on veggie oil. It’s got manual push button controlled valves which automatically switch bio/diesel to veggie when the oil is hot enough and an automatic purge to switch back to the bio/diesel (so the oil doesn’t congeal in the lines.) It also can be run on straight bio/diesel by-passing the veggie system.
To run the car on veggie you put the veggie oil in the main tank and there’s a 2 gallon tank inside the spare tire, shown below, for starting/ stopping the car on bio/diesel.
Why these conversions cost $5000 is because the main tank requires a heater, as well as a heated filter and inline electric heater plus a flat plate heat exchanger (fphe) and 2 electric fuel pumps and electric switching solenoids.
This is essentially the same system from the same company that is on our Ford truck Veggie Voyager but this VW has heavy duty electrical fuel pumps and it has a newer, better heated oil filter.
It all intimidates me but I am glad, since I really needed to replace my Geo, which gets 40+ MPG, that I was able to get a car that gets 45-50MPG and can also run on veggie oil. I am very grateful, especially, that Michael has the expertise and the confidence to sort out the details and questions to make this alternative possible.
Why these conversions cost $5000 is because the main tank requires a heater, as well as a heated filter and inline electric heater plus a flat plate heat exchanger (fphe) and 2 electric fuel pumps and electric switching solenoids.
This is essentially the same system from the same company that is on our Ford truck Veggie Voyager but this VW has heavy duty electrical fuel pumps and it has a newer, better heated oil filter.
It all intimidates me but I am glad, since I really needed to replace my Geo, which gets 40+ MPG, that I was able to get a car that gets 45-50MPG and can also run on veggie oil. I am very grateful, especially, that Michael has the expertise and the confidence to sort out the details and questions to make this alternative possible.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Coast time
We spent the weekend on the coast. Michael's total veggie oil haul was 125 gallons plus we topped off the diesel tank with bio-diesel at Real Goods store in Hopland on the way home.
I wanted to show all my beautiful pictures but this information about the plastic is more important. Infinitely more important.
Michael and I got to the youth hostel in Pt Reyes after dark. It had been awhile since I slept in one of these hostel barracks with a room of strangers but it was uneventful, except the VV had a minor tree run-in and then was invaded by raccoons. It was good to be back on the traveling side of the San Andreas. After my trainings, Michael obtained 70 gallons of veggie oil back on the Sir Francis Drake then we walked out in the scouring winds of Limantour Beach where this strange fish was gasping up on the beach. (Called a chimera, see below.) We walked up the Sky Trail at sunset and then camped outside the park at the trailhead for the Marin Bike Path.
In the morning we rode bikes to the Samuel Taylor State Park, reading the signage about the first west coast paper mill, imagining the vision, the hard work and the destructiveness of this mid 19th century undertaking, miles from the San Francisco newspapers, way before the days of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Later we wandered up to the Russian River where we camped and visited the Goat Head rock, shown here, in the morning. The best thing was very insignificant but luscious in the doing—we napped in the warm sand with the clean just-right sun and air on us. We paddled up to the mouth where the harbor seals are pupping and lounging, beset by human tourists.
The last night before turning inland at the Navarro River was camping at the mouth, except the mouth is barred by a dense strand of sand. Still, the river, visibly disconnected from the sea still rises and falls with the tides.
In the morning we rode bikes to the Samuel Taylor State Park, reading the signage about the first west coast paper mill, imagining the vision, the hard work and the destructiveness of this mid 19th century undertaking, miles from the San Francisco newspapers, way before the days of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Later we wandered up to the Russian River where we camped and visited the Goat Head rock, shown here, in the morning. The best thing was very insignificant but luscious in the doing—we napped in the warm sand with the clean just-right sun and air on us. We paddled up to the mouth where the harbor seals are pupping and lounging, beset by human tourists.
The last night before turning inland at the Navarro River was camping at the mouth, except the mouth is barred by a dense strand of sand. Still, the river, visibly disconnected from the sea still rises and falls with the tides.
Last Riparia Gathering post
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
After the gathering
Orien is in Canada with her dad's side of the family. She was our note taker for the gathering. My heart always aches a bit when she leaves since I rarely see her.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Second set of pictures from "Kids" Reunion
There were five grandkids at the gathering. Here are Erin's children, Guthrie's grandchildren, Hayley and Kirsten who are two years apart in age.
We also had partners. Ashley came from Vermont with Tiffany and watched the grandkids all weekend. Friends joined us out by the creek today for an "All Riparia" gathering and celebration of the life of Ron Alder, so I add Kathy Faith and Richard Roth in our muscle shot here with Guthrie.
There was a pretty good balance of meetings with feasting and playing, I thought. As well as time to read a good book, as Zachary is doing here. (I don't have pictures of Matthew, Ruth and Nina here but that doesn't mean they are any less photogenic.)
"Kids" Reunion
Addie is the youngest member of our community. She sat through weekend meetings with the other kids whose ages ranged up to young 40s.
This was our long awaited Kids Reunion. A chance for our heirs to talk with us and with each other about our collectively held land, called Riparia Farm. Here's Leslie, Sheldon and Guthrie.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Jenny and Steves' Wedding
Davis brought Orien up from SF and she jumped right in to Jenny and Steves' Wedding, something that has been carefully planned for a very long time. They had a wonderful traditional wedding that was as much for them as for their family and friends.
Jenny has been a dear friend of Orien's since Jr. High. Jenny was especially close to us during high school and we Love her alot. She and Steve have lived together for a number of years but are delighted to be married now. Very sweet and generous couple!