Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Gliding adventure

Photos: https://picasaweb.google.com/105494084231616659850/6287271869386479233

A couple of weeks ago, my friend S suggested we go a-flying together. So, ready for a nice, relaxing weekend with nothing too stressful or tiring, I woke up at 5am on Saturday, went to the airport, jumped in a plane, and flew to Hayward airport, near San Francisco.

The >3 hour flight up was uneventful save for some bumps at 6000MSL over Pasadena which neatly resorted all my gear in the back. At HWD, I refueled, S jumped in, and we motored off low and loud over some large houses on inconveniently tall hills. We managed to overtake a helicopter before landing at Williams gliderport, a little haven of peace and quiet amongst the fertile fields of the central valley. 

I relaxed in the shade between comatose dogs, ate some food, and then in the afternoon took a quick gliding lesson. S also flew a couple of times, and was dangerously close to going solo! That evening we managed to find a diner with theoretically optimal decor, went for a quick run, then passed out gloriously.

The following morning we were considering driving to Willow, just down the road for breakfast. Says me, "why drive when you can fly?" and of course mine was the only plane that could seat S, me, and our CFI. So off we went, and 20 minutes later were tucking into some tasty tasty food. 

Dodging crop dusters we headed back to Williams where the wind pushed me down the runway not quite as far as my brakes were able to stop us, parked, and prepared for the next lesson. S clambered into a trusty ASK 23, prepped for tow, and disappeared into the distance. Her CFI and I stayed on the ground, suffering terribly in the spectacular weather (Mt Shasta was visible on the horizon) while S circled and, eventually, brought the plane in for a textbook landing.

We distracted her with a photo while the gliderport operator snuck up behind with a bucket of water and performed the traditional baptismal rite.

Not long after we packed the plane, clambered in, and headed off to Davis via Sutter Buttes. At Davis we skipped lunch to talk with my friends V and N(A?) and their adorable tiny human S, before heading back to Hayward, refueling, and setting course for home.

I climbed to cruising altitude, set the trim, and turned on radio-sing-all-the-songs-I-can-remember, starting with Pirates of Penzance. With a strengthening tailwind I was over Pasadena in barely 150 minutes, whereupon I idled the engine and glided out of 9500MSL to land. 

Back on terrafirma I tallied my logbook and had surpassed 210 hours as PIC. I didn't fly for another 4 weeks to make up for it - some time the following day my brain finally stopped buzzing around my skull. 

Gliding is terrific. I would like to do more of it, and may well head in that direction in personal piloting development. But that evening I went home and packed my stuff - I was moving the following weekend!

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

J visits LA

My cousin L recently married his wonderful ex-fiancee N, and L's brother J dropped in to visit me in LA. Now that I'm a full time grown up, I don't have quite as much flexibility to destroy guests as I enjoyed in grad school, but I did my level best.

J took the red eye, arriving Friday morning. Chilled in Venice, then headed over to my office in the LA Arts District in the afternoon, just after SpaceX successfully landed their rocket on a boat.


We toured Hyperloop, ate some snacks, cleaned up a bit and took a Lyft to Hot Pot, where we were eventually joined by no less than five members of the Nerd Brigade, C, T, C, J, and V. J later remarked that he'd never been the company of so many PhDs before. He was well into his second wind, fighting back jetlag with oodles of noodles. The conversation ranged the gamut, including a discussion of shark week vs primate month. Eventually we staggered from the restaurant (which sadly lacked mermaids and mariachi bands on this occasion) and returned home. 

The following morning, after a slow start, we did some house hunting for me, as I have to find a new place to live in the relatively near future. On the way, we saw a shiny Tesla Model X, which was the second most exciting Elon Musk-related thing to occur that weekend. 

The Tesla Model X is an incredible technical achievement. I don't have scope here to describe it, but it's as far beyond the S as the S was beyond all other cars.

That evening we went to Yuri's Night LA, a space themed party under the Endeavor Space Shuttle at the local science museum. Buzz Aldrin was going to be present, which mandated that we wear suits. I spent whole minutes finding the optimal bow tie.

The exhibit is new and a bit sparse, but that didn't stop us from finding some storm troopers and catching up with lots of space nerd friends.

Before the dance party (featuring numerous Kerbals) got underway, we took a stroll through the conservatory and found Buzz Aldrin himself. A quick bit of legit social engineering and he was kind enough to spend about 20 minutes telling us about his take on using lunar resources in halo orbits for refueling. His manager C managed to get this pic of us examining my 3D printed Mars ring. The yellow jacketed fellow is the CEO of Virgin Galactic, another space-tourism and launch oriented company.

We danced for a bit and then headed for home. 

On Sunday, we were at a copious loose end, so we decided to fly to an island to get some lunch.


It was quite nice. A bird flew over to eat some crumbs.

And we decided to bail out before the clouds got any lower. We cruised back towards my home airport, when the weather radio told us the runway was closed. We flew past for a close look - there was a plane stuck in the middle surrounded by vehicles. We landed at a nearby airport instead, clocking 200 hours as PIC somewhere in the middle there. Took a Lyft back to the main airport to retrieve the car, and while we were there decided to have a sticky beak.

This is an example of a classic and very common mistake of landing with the wheels up. In this case, a crane had lifted it up to drop the wheels out, but the prop is destroyed and the engine totalled. Will likely spell the end of this plane's life too - $50,000 unlikely to be had easily. Plane occupants almost certainly unharmed, save for facepalm injuries. Before the airport manager chased us away, I snapped a selfie - one doesn't often get to walk out on the runway!

On the way back, we saw some crazy peacocks.

Sushi for dinner, before J headed to LAX, properly exhausted!

Friday, February 26, 2016

Hawaii 2016

Photos: https://picasaweb.google.com/105494084231616659850/Hawaii2016 

It is my pleasure to relate yet another crazy weekend, in which I did Hawaii wrong. I spent three days running around razor sharp lava flows in sandals, and didn't even draw blood. Of course, I did not go to the beach.

Also, in case it's not entirely obvious, I do not recommend following my example in all respects. I take calculated risks and take full responsibility for the silly things I do or do not describe myself doing, possibly in an alternate reality. 

Friday afternoon

I picked up my pack and made it to the airport. My Uber driver was a French/Algerian software engineer, and I spent a lot of the flight reading or writing. The landing was particularly rough in Hilo, after which the stewardess said "Ladies and gentlemen, United is pleased to report we have most definitely arrived in Hawaii," and the captain said "The island was at a lower altitude than it at first seemed. Thank you for flying with us today."

I picked up a bright red Hyundai rental (goes extra fast) and, at about 9:30pm, headed south towards Volcano. On the way I picked up two local kids heading home and got some good information about the proliferation of violent crime on the island - mostly smoke without fire, at least calibrated on a scale of zero to Los Angeles. C was on the phone from Antarctica, and was pleased to report the local temperature (-58C with windchill), to the complete shock and horror of my small town passengers.

At length I made it to my destination, where I met E and C, two volcanologist researchers, with whose evil ways I was to fall in. C has a robot for exploring volcanoes, and it uses an IR depth sensor to map the shapes of various fissures and vents. Unfortunately it doesn't work well in direct sunlight, so E and C went out at night to map the openings of the vents. A late dinner was procured, hardware was fixed, and sleep was had.

Saturday

Early start and drove into the national park to find a suitable crack. The robot has controllable wheels to help it drive past obstructions that would ordinarily stop a plumb bob, and we quickly set up the gear. Unfortunately, a series of technical issues and one false start led to a complete breakdown, so after some more surveying and baking in the sun, we schlepped all the gear back to the 1998 just-barely-working budget rental car and headed to the art gallery. Moods improved rapidly.

Later, C and I debugged the whatsits out of the robot, isolating and fixing the problem, before reassembling the chassis with all the cables in the right place. Not long after that K showed up, at which point things got slightly off the wall. Later that afternoon we convoyed into town, dropped E at the airport, collected A, went shopping, found J at the airport, bought some icecream, and headed back to Volcano.

Sunday

On Sunday we headed to the primary research site. We set up a tent, measurement line, potential test locations, and got busy with the robot. Nearly all the electronics systems worked, and we took good data (apparently) for the morning. K, A, and J got nice and sunburnt, while I sweated inside my long pants and sleeves. At this test site, the eruption began in 1969 as a series of big fissures, some of which became eruptive. After about a day, eruptions focused about 4km further north, and subsequent lava flows failed to bury the entire initial rift, which is still open. Earlier plumb bobbing revealed its depth to be >100m at some places, not bad for fissures only just big enough to fall into. I thought it would be possible to climb, though extremely rough. So, we send the robot instead, often to its full tether length of 27m.  

Around lunch, an astrobiologist called P showed up. P was full of all kinds of stories, so C gave her a tour of the various vents, including one that seems big enough to rappel into. After P left we dropped four more holes, then packed up and left. K managed to lock himself out of his car, so we piled into the remaining vehicle and went back for dinner. J and I prepared a dinner of spaghetti squash, beans, and lemon/avocado/basil/secret sauce. 

K and I headed back to the park to meet the AAA guy who deftly broke into the car, and after a quick look from Jaggar museum, K headed back while I lingered in the park. A beautiful full moon, clear night, and almost perfect silence, so I drove around, took a bunch of photos, and then headed back in time to sleep.

Monday

Monday morning we went to the weekly eruption update at the volcano observatory, which was cool. One presentation focused on helping out Make-A-Wish kids who want to be/see volcanologists. The pros headed for the test site and I drove south to the Great Crack. The 2.5 mile trail was really overgrown and basically guesswork, but soon the sandaled warrior (that's me) made it onto the 1823 flow and thence along a barely marked road towards the National Park boundary. As I approached the fence, a chasm appeared before me. Approaching the edge, it became apparent that it was way, waaaay deeper than it at first seemed. In this place, perhaps 5m wide and 50m deep. Along its walls nested numerous birds, I later saw nene, an owl, and other more generic varieties. 

I walked up and down the crack for about a mile each way, but the whole thing stretches for dozens of miles in each direction. More amusingly, the system has parallel satellite cracks often obscured by the overlying pahoehoe clinker, with just occasional gaps revealing a yawning nothingness beneath. Soon enough I turned around and began the slog back up the hill, focusing on trail finding/keeping, and taking dozens of spiderwebs to the face.

The car, having not been stolen, took me back (past the 'warning, road cracks' sign) and down to Glenwood, where I caught up with an old couch surfer host (V) and his new pack of dogs, discussed solar power systems, water filtration, and how fast lava from Pu'u O'o was eating the jungle between the vent and his house. While I was there it began to pour with rain, so I headed back up to the test site, arriving just as the laptop battery died, and so we packed up and left.

A nice quiet afternoon, tweaking datasets and discussing science ideas for outer planet cryovolcanism. Two parallel pasta dinners were constructed, I packed, and then left for the airport. The drive through fog and rain was quick enough, so I took a quick turn of the waterfront at Hilo before dropping the car, taking a call from the extreme south, and boarding the plane for home.

Tuesday

I slept on the flight back, waking when we began to descend suddenly barely 3 hours into the flight. At times like these, one wonders how well one would float during the post-ditching pre-sharkbait phase. But it turns out we had a good tailwind and arrived ahead of schedule. I took an Uber (Armenian/Georgian/Russian mechanical engineer) to work, cleaned up a bit, and waited for the exhaustion to hit.

It's not every day you get to try a new thing, look in a new direction, or spend three days running around on an active volcano in wildly questionable footwear. Thank you to E, C, K, A, and J for letting me hang out and answering my incessant questions!

Sunday, February 14, 2016

We have found gravitational waves!

If you were watching the news recently, you may have seen droves of excited scientists talking about a recent discovery of gravitational waves. This blog, written primarily for my readership/family, will talk a bit about it, as I was lucky enough to be involved, in a peripheral way, in this research.

First, what are gravitational waves? If you were reading certain German language science journals in 1915 and 1916, you may have come across a series of papers by Albert Einstein laying out the foundations of what we now call General Relativity. Newton's observation that gravitational force is proportional to mass and inversely proportional to distance is 99% correct, but fixing those 1%s is where the fun happens in science. Einstein's insight was that the laws of physics are essentially the same everywhere. Wind the crank on this postulate and out falls General Relativity, an incredibly powerful theory that explains gravitation in terms of geometry.

Geometry, which means literally "Earth measuring", is more than understanding circles and triangles on a page, though that will get you pretty far. But we know that when your surface is curved, like the Earth, you can run into trouble. For instance, my friend and I leave the cinema after a midnight screening of Pitch Perfect 2. If I go a km north and then a km west, and my friend goes a km west then a km north, chances are we'll arrive pretty close to each other, and can continue to sing the numbers in approximate harmony.

But if we go much further, or do so near the poles, we're liable to get entirely lost and never see each other again. It turns out that measuring the distance between us after our respective treks, as a function of the directions we went and how far we went, is a good way to measure the curvature of a surface.

Out in space, the universe is pretty 'flat', which is to say, Pythagoras' theorem works. Closer to Earth or some other massive body that warps space, you need to tweak the theorem a bit to make it consistent. The little factors you add, for instance to the vertical direction, can be converted into curvatures, and vice versa. But it turns out that if you wobble these numbers in just the right way, they keep wobbling, forming a wave that propagates through the universe at the speed of light. This is a gravitational wave.

Gravitational waves are not the same as gravity waves. Ocean waves are an example of gravity waves, where the restoring force is buoyancy and gravity. They are not difficult to detect. Gravitational waves move through space and time (which us technical types call spacetime) and subtly shift the distances between things back and forth as they pass. Which is how we try to measure them.

Since the late 1980s, a herculean effort by thousands of mostly NSF-funded scientists has resulting in the building of the Laser Interferometer Gravitational Wave Observatory, or LIGO. This antenna, and a few similar versions around the world, is designed to measure gravitational waves as they pass through the Earth. 

When I first read about LIGO, in Scientific American way back in the 90s, I thought it rather a lot of effort. A powerful and very fancy laser shoots a beam into a beam splitter which sits at the junction of two 4km-long arms, each with mirrors on each end. Lots of other fancy stuff, other mirrors, etc, are involved. When the mirrors are correctly positioned, the reflected laser light interferes destructively and a nearby light sensor sees nothing. If the mirror is moved by a passing wave, the light doesn't cancel out as well and we see a fringe shift and can detect the passing wave.

Of course, lots of other things move the mirrors too, including cars, planes, lightning strikes, waves crashing on the beach, earthquakes, etc, so the entire set up is suspended by seven levels of active and passive seismic isolation, and kept in a vacuum pumped down to <1 micro pascal, which is, I think, a better vacuum than interplanetary space. I was lucky enough to visit LIGO in Livingstone, Louisiana, in 2013. Some photos from the trip can be seen here: https://picasaweb.google.com/105494084231616659850/Louisiana2013 . There is another LIGO in Hanford, Washington, a pathfinder instrument at Caltech and in Western Australia, and similar observatories in Germany, Italy, and Japan, with one planned in India. When these are all up and running, we'll be much more capable of localizing the position of sources much more accurately.

The reason you need such a staggeringly complicated instrument is that spacetime is stiff. Stiffness means how much it warps in response to a force. It's much easier to shake a piece of string than a heavy rope, and spacetime is the ultimate heavy rope. Whirling masses around like poi might generate a gravitational wave, but it's much too weak for the mirrors of LIGO to see. Even though LIGO can sense a strain of one part in 10^21, you need very dense objects moving very close to each other and very, very fast. The best candidates for signals are binary neutron stars and binary black holes, about which more later.

The first LIGO runs were completed in the 2000s, when the instrument was in its initial and enhanced phases, and they detected ... nothing. Except a deliberate (fake) injection in 2010. This was expected - the first phase was designed to inform the design of the second phase, which was built between 2010 and 2015.

Then, on September 14 2015, during an engineering shakedown commissioning run, both detectors saw this astonishingly powerful signal, visible in the data to the naked eye, almost as soon as the instruments were turned on. The intervening 5 months were spent looking for mistakes, other noise sources, running veto checks, waiting for something to go wrong. The signal was verified, and the papers published. 

In the meantime, of course, about 1000 scientists had to keep it a secret, which they mostly did. The field has a not-entirely-undeserved reputation for publishing first, peer reviewing second, and retracting third. Just in 2014, another group had claimed detection of gravitational waves from the big bang, imprinted in the cosmic microwave background, but had to later retract the discovery. The existence of gravitational waves had been previously indirectly inferred by the orbital decay of binary pulsars, but September 14 was the first directly detected gravitational wave, and it was a humdinger, as you can see in the image below.



So, given this wave, where did it come from? We were able to fit a waveform to the observed signal, matching it with a computer simulation. From this, we can determine that the source is a pair of black holes each about 30 solar masses, roughly 150km across, that orbit each other at a steadily increasing rate. They emit gravitational waves, decaying their orbits, until at last their event horizons merge and only one, larger, black hole emerges. The whole thing - 10 orbits, over a distance of less than 1000km, occurs in less than a second - the black holes approach the speed of light. These black holes merged over a billion years ago, back when most of the rocks in the grand canyon hadn't yet been laid down and life was still unicellular. The signal, and LIGO's sensitivity bucket, lies in the human audible range, and can be perceived as a low frequency rumble and thump, if your sound system is good enough. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWqhUANNFXw 

In the above image, taken from the primary paper, you can see the signals reach the blindingly powerful strain of 10^-21. Which means that the mirrors moved by about a thousandth of the width of a proton, which is a million times smaller than an atom. Not bad for a system made of atoms and measured with discrete photons of light with a wavelength of a mere 10^-6m. During the last tenth of a second of the black holes' separate existence, they emitted a lot of energy as gravitational waves. The equivalent of 3 solar masses worth, to be precise. This is also an incredible amount of energy. For that tenth of a second, the black hole binary dissipated more energy than every star in every galaxy in the entire visible universe. 50 times more. If that energy were in the visible electromagnetic spectrum, instead of gravitational waves, it would (briefly) be brighter than the full moon, despite being more than 50 times as distant than the Andromeda galaxy, the most distant object normally visible to the unaided eye. 

Already, we know far more than we ever did before. Black hole binaries exist - and might even be common. Intermediate black holes, in the 10s of solar masses, exist! Perhaps they originated from earlier mergers, perhaps from single older massive stars with low metalicities. Metals, generated in the cores of dying stars, make second generation stars significantly less transparent and limit how much mass is left over to form a black hole. There are almost certainly more signals in this, the first science run of Advanced LIGO. Up until now, everything we know about our universe (except for a few stray neutrinos) we have learned using electromagnetic waves - light, radio, x-ray, gamma rays, microwaves. As of 2016, humans can now hear the universe as well as see it, showing us all kinds of things that are there, even if they don't glow. We are sure to be in for some surprises. 

No blog of this length would be complete without a mention of the founders of LIGO. Three venerable academics can claim that title, all still alive and, to an extent, kicking. Kip Thorne, the executive producer of Interstellar and professor emeritus at Caltech, Rai Weiss, of MIT, and Ron Drever, who built the 40m prototype, are names you may hear later this year in connection with a royal trip to Sweden!

Some of my readers may be familiar with my own doctoral work at Caltech, where I was part of the numerical relativity group. My own infinitesimal contribution concerned one aspect of producing simulations of binary black holes, which we use to help detect, and then back out the physical properties of the signals we detect. I don't think my research was used in this particular detection, but if I discover otherwise I'll certainly update this blog!

Perhaps you want to know more? One positive trend in science is the open access movement, whereby publications pertaining to publicly funded research are made publicly available, instead of by subscription only. Physics is generally ahead of the curve in this respect, and all of the (15ish) papers, data, and data processing software related to this discovery is freely available online.

Papers 100-113+ on https://www.lsc-group.phys.uwm.edu/ppcomm/Papers.html, click the ArXiV link in the 5th column, download the pdf.

I'm not the first, only, best, or most handsome scientist to also blog on the topic. Here are a few others, often focusing on different aspects of this incredible discovery.

Blog by John Preskill, another Caltech professor. 
Blog by Roger Blandford, a professor at Stanford and occasional coauthor of Kip Thorne.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Jan 23-24 Weekend Adventures

It is now my pleasure to relate to you, dear reader, one of the most absurd weekends I have ever had.

Photos: https://picasaweb.google.com/105494084231616659850/Jan2324Weekend

Saturday morning, I woke with a start - through system failure I was already late. I leapt into a convenient automobile and sped (figuratively speaking) to the local airport, where I, the pilot, was to fly a passenger around LA. My victim/passenger was the Australian author Matthew Reilly, who I had met by chance during his earlier visit to Caltech, keen on discovering new ways to destroy the world. MR is somewhat notorious for his books' casual adherence/disregard for the laws of physics, so I was looking forward to this flight.

The weather cooperated, the engine started with a minimum of expended credibility, and we were soon off into the hazy, smoggy, and reasonably polluted skies. We cruised east, through the Banning pass, over Palm Springs, Joshua Tree, and Painted Canyon, then descended to fly along the eastern shore of the Salton Sea. Just past Bombay Beach (not quite the same as Mumbai, for the record), we flew beneath four low-flying army helicopters, before passing the mud volcanoes, several geothermal power plants, and a quick tour of the delights of Anza Borrego desert. Flying back over Palm Springs, we saw several jets zoom past, ducked beneath the ferocious headwind, and, after a quick diversion through the practice area, landed without incident. MR headed off and I headed for the restaurant.

By 2:30pm, it was breakfast time! I ate 3 eggs, 3 sausages, 3 bacons, and 3 hams. My "water, no ice" came with ice, my over medium eggs were barely cooked, and my plain toast was buttered, so I rounded the bill up to the nearest dollar and headed back to the parking area, where my old trainer C-152 waited somewhat loyally. By now the skies were closing in, but I topped her off and soon after climbed up through a big gap in the cloud and headed for the Cajon pass. Above 5500 feet, the clouds disappeared and the snow capped mountains reared up on my left. The wind was blowing due east and produced some nice Kelvin-Helmholtz instability as the clouds swirled between the ridges. I crested the pass and turned for Barstow, keeping an eye on the clock. I fired up my GPS to keep an eye on the restricted airspace and noticed a discrepancy in airspeed. After deploying my E-6B for the first time probably ever, I determined that my 95mph plane was surfing a 40mph tailwind, which nearly made up for my bad flight planning and late departure. At Baker, I hung a left, started a descent between mountains over dunes and the Amargosa river, and just as the sun set I circled the tiny town of Shoshone before landing, parking, and packing up.

I wandered the town for a few minutes, enjoying the twilight, before settling down near a light (no insects!) and reading the book MR had given me earlier. About an hour later, the Caltech geology field trip to which I was attaching myself arrived. Soon after, about 25 super-geeks crowded the SHEAR (Shoshone Education And Research) station, a exquisitely proportioned outpost used by geologists and full of all sorts of historical knickknacks. Dinner was pasta (my favourite!) followed and preceded by conversation with many old friends. Soon after we went to the pool, which was just warm enough to induce hypothermia, then piled into a passing vehicle and went to the Tecopa natural hot spring, arriving just as the full moon and Jupiter rose over the eastern mountains.

In the geologically heated water, I put my hand on the moon's reflection, twisting the dark surface to create galaxies of shiny ripples. We stood carefully to avoid penetrating the thin insulating muddy bottom from hot gravel, and slowly cooked, half submerged to aid in our bodies' heat convection. Back at SHEAR, we dried beside the fire before retiring to bed.

The following morning I was woken in the midst of a well-needed dream by my alarm, quickly deundressed, and snaffled some bacon and eggs for breakfast. Arriving at the airport (50m down the road) I found a small layer of frost on the aeroplane - the night's minimum had been forecast at 46F, but clearly it had gotten below 32F, which is sub-ideal for starting a plane filled with regular oil. Additionally, some moisture had condensed inside the fuel tank, which I discovered during the preflight. Additionally, dipping the tanks revealed I had only 13 gallons left, half of what I started with, and the return flight would be into a headwind. It turned out that the dipstick is not correctly calibrated (haha!), but dealing with the cold was another issue. I turned the plane to face the sun, and the frost disappeared quickly. I positioned the window reflectors around the engine to warm it up, and, when the digital CHT and EGT was turned on, found that the temperature had risen sufficiently to start the plane. The battery had other ideas, but after a few attempts it all sputtered to life. 

Flying back down the Amargosa valley in the early morning, I initially had a decent tailwind. Turning west at Baker I stayed low to minimize the still strong (but not as strong as the previous afternoon) headwinds, before climbing over Barstow and heading directly for the pass. Back in the LA basin, smog replaced cloud and I pointed the bird for home, due to arrive only 10 minutes late. Sequenced for a 5 mile final, I had the luxury of doing all the prelanding stuff in plenty of time, only to have a helicopter take off right in front of me, flying the opposite direction. I took appropriate evasive action, but was amused to find that the relevant LiveATC recording http://archive-server.liveatc.net/kemt/KEMT-Jan-24-2016-1800Z.mp3 is missing the entire exchange and the first 13 minutes of the hour. I intend to follow this up and will report back. 

Back on the ground, I returned to the car, still in the previous day's clothes for a lack of time to pack in the morning's rush. I headed for home and looked forward to a relaxing afternoon.

Ha! I got home, threw my toothbrush and a spare shirt into a shopping bag, and headed out again. This time I was going to Burbank airport, and after getting lost only once (the Vineland exit is actually Sunland, who knew?) made it to Atlantic Aviation in the nick of time. I have managed to obtain a SurfAir subscription, which is an interesting exercise in airline management. Subscribers pay a fixed amount for unlimited flights (while seats remain) to 15 different California destinations. Soon enough they had us ushered onto a friendly looking Pilatus, I took my seat, and off we went. Not long after we landed at San Carlos airport, I was collected by my friend S, and we spent about 2 hours examining electronics and hanging out in the Castro/Corona district of SF. We climbed the hill at Corona Heights, admired the Franciscan Chert, which had some lovely fault scarps and Slickensides. Soon after, it was time to go, so I jumped in an Uber and headed back to the airport.

After only 2 nerve-fraying jamming-on-of-brakes we arrived, I checked in ("Hi I'm Casey." "Hi Casey, take a seat, we'll be boarding in 2 minutes"), examined the snack smorgasbord with the casual expertise of a seasoned Silicon Valley startup engineer, and reboarded the flight. From my seat I could see through the cockpit windows as we taxied and flew, and on approach to LA we bumped excitingly through the inversion layer - the westerly was still blowing like crazy. Back on the ground I drove back to Pasadena, cooked an amazing dinner of citrus/spinach/tofu/rice/cashews, basked in the hot tub, and duly passed out.

I'm sure you'll agree that was an absurd weekend. I'm rather smug that all three missions, carefully defined and compartmentalized, were a success.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

India 2015

Photos: https://picasaweb.google.com/105494084231616659850/India2015

Hot on the heels of my Australia jaunt, I took just under 72 hours to run frantically around India. The cause to which we were all drawn was the wedding of my friend and colleague T, and his extraordinary bride A. 

On Sunday December 20, 2015 I landed in Hyderabad. On the third try I found the right immigration queue (un-signposted, of course) and, by 1am, found two men with my name on a piece of paper. We trotted off the carpark and drove along a hair-raising flyover freeway into the heart of the city where, after a few (tens of) stops for directions, we found the Bank of India Guesthouse. I found my room and passed out.

Four hours later I was incredibly awake, and went to freshen up for the wedding. In the bathroom, I found no toilet paper, no shower, no soap, no towels: no problem. Mainly because I brought all that stuff, so I had a sponge bath, minus the sponge, dressed, and had a look around. Noone else was awake so I left a few notes for friends in the same building, and later walked across town to the high school building in which the ceremony was to take place, arriving around 10am.

It's worth mentioning that this walk was the first time I had been 'in' India, and I found it to be pretty cool, actually. I had been warned by a wide variety of travelers that India would be challenging in a way unlike any other country. There was crazy traffic and bad air pollution, but probably not as bad as Vietnam or China. The city was filled to the brim with noise, colour, a variety of smells (most better than downtown Los Angeles).

Hindu wedding ceremonies take a while. Like, a few weeks. In particular, T had a huge backlog of ceremonies from early childhood to get done. But first, his parents had to perform a ceremony to apologize for having allowed such a backlog to develop. You get the idea. Ceremonies included promises to study hard, to become a priest, to not become a priest afterall, and so on. Because the whole thing takes ages and is periodically interrupted by extremely loud music, it's customary to walk around, talk to people, take photos, and go shopping during the proceedings. 

Later in the evening the actual marriage ceremony occurred, wherein A was brought in in a basket, everyone was very well dressed, and T and A sat opposite each other separated by blanket. After a mere 45 minutes it was raised, and they saw each other for the first time ever, since approximately the previous day. No-one ran away, except the crowd to the banquet tables out the back, while the ceremony continued. By 10pm I was dead tired and went to sleep, but apparently things continued until well into the following morning.

That morning was a Monday, I went back to the airport pretty early to dodge traffic and took a flight out to Mumbai. On the flight I was seated next to two incredibly broad-shouldered men, at a window seat with no window. The flight was a mere 85 minutes, followed by some ad hoc taxi navigation in Mumbai. Mumbai is built mostly on a peninsula and is only about 30 miles across. It still took nearly two hours (and $8.50) to drive to the end part, where I was staying. That afternoon I found my airbnb and took things easy, downloading several lengthy reports on space shuttle aerodynamics. In the evening my airbnb host M and I went out to a nice place for the local biryani special, followed by an excellent night's sleep.

The next morning, Tuesday, I was up with the noise. I walked into the center of Colaba, the oldest, British part of Mumbai, and met up with Caltech friends D and A, getting a second breakfast, and finding some really neat interior design stuff, before exploring the area. We visited the Gateway to India, a monumental arch down by the Taj Hotel, in which we imbibed the traditional G&T while surveying the harbour. Mine was more like and T&T, though. There's also a nearby museum, called the former Prince of Wales museum, which had about a dozen really interesting and well-produced exhibits on Indian history from the Harappans through to the present day. 

That afternoon I returned to the airbnb, had a shower and got dressed for the ceremony. I took a taxi to the RC church and met everyone again. Huh? Why two weddings? Well, A's family are Syrian Christians from Kerala, so they needed a Catholic ceremony. Well, Syrian-Indian-Portuguese-Catholic. You'll see.

At some point we reached a critical mass and everyone went into the church, including T and A. No music or processions to slow down the proceedings. About 8 windows on each side of the church were wide open for air, several fans hummed. The priests spoke in barely intelligible English, and the service itself was over in about half an hour. One bible reading, one lesson, and transubstantiation only for catholics. After the photos were done we piled in cars and drove around the corner to the US Services Club, where, unusually, we enjoyed open space, air, and the sea shore for the reception.

After all too short a time I had to rush back to the airport, taking the sea bridge, a newish expressway built over the water, to get back in time. The international airport was huge and full of lines, but I was in no rush. Eventually I crawled into my seat, fitted my aviation headphones, and hunkered down for the 16 hour flight to the US. The whole flight was during the night, and at hour ten as we coasted past Iceland my steady persistence was awarded with a great view of the Aurora Borealis. Which I photographed, for any doubters. 

The United Airlines entertainment system uses a distro of Red Hat Linux which was built on December 20, 2002. Let that sink in for a second. The one impressive thing about it is that it can (sometimes) deliver smooth video, something most Linux distros still do not reliably do. 

Back in the states I deplaned around 5:30am after an impressive dark 0/0 vis landing in Liberty Newark airport, where my temporary greencard earned me a swift trip to secondary screening. There I sat around as a handful of officers played good cop/bad cop with various soon-to-be-split families with bad documents. When it was my turn I was barely coherent enough to answer in complete sentences. I managed to not implicate myself and was 'paroled' into the country, which is apparently entirely different from being admitted. 

In the next terminal I performed an airport bathroom change/shave/wash and jumped on a plane to Columbus, Ohio. Still socked in, we were number 20 for takeoff, but eventually made it into the air. Apparently the space shuttle was developed with about 100,000 hours of wind tunnel time - just before computers started to be useful. 

Just outside the Columbus airport amid drizzle and half-hearted gusts of wind I found C and her mother J, and aggressively began a long-needed series of naps. It was a privilege and pleasure to see T and A tie the knot, twice. India is certainly worthy of further attention!

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Australia 2015

Photos: https://picasaweb.google.com/105494084231616659850/Australia2015

On November 29, I got engaged to Dr C. Technically, this happened before the Australia trip, but it will help to contextualise some (but only some) of the following shenanigans.

Because direct flights are super expensive and because this trip also included a side trip to India, Thailand, and Shanghai, I booked three return flights through Bangkok to get from LAX to Sydney, etc etc etc. The short of it is that on December 3, 2015 I boarded a China East Air flight to Shanghai. The seats had large excellent screens on which I watched Avengers: Age of Ultron, Theory of Everything (cried) and Real Steel (also cried). I napped and spent time thinking about friction, which was ideal given my experience after landing in Shanghai.

5am, 4 degrees C, bus dropped us at the terminal. I was transiting for a flight to Bangkok, but the reasonably well designed interior spaces had been sliced and diced with crowd control rope generating giant queues and ensuring complete mayhem. Within minutes the atmosphere had gone from freezing to stifling and from nowhere mosquitoes were biting my ankles. A few wrong (and completely unsigned) queues and I eventually stumbled out of the airport, only to turn around and check back in for the connecting flight. That flight was uneventful save for moderate chop and at least two people chain smoking.

In Bangkok I mosied between couches for 7 hours until my connecting flight was to leave for Sydney, occasionally getting lucky with free wifi. My aviation headset worked wonders on all flights, shutting out all manner of annoying noises and delivering mostly clear audio at a sensible volume. I also worked out the numbers for the Blue Origin launch vehicle, with a T/O weight no more than 50% fuel by weight, I think. Security on the Bangkok originating flight was interesting - they had about 6 people checking carry on baggage before the gate, but they spent most of their time working out how to open my bag - putting the entertainment back into security theatre. Watched MI5: Rogue Nation, which didn't stick much, but then what does at 35,000 feet?

At last, Australia! C's direct flight left 24 hours after but landed 15 minutes before me, so I was faced with an odd conundrum - who to hug first at the greeting area? Answer: Everyone. We had already had a tiny, inconsequentially easy day, so we drove to the central coast to hang out with various grandparents, went for a long hike on Killcare Beach, announced our engagement, and had an excellent dinner. I attempted to play piano and failed dismally - I was so tired I couldn't eve remotely coordinate my hands!

For the following days we ate fine food, saw R, R, M, T, went sailing, before eventually dropping C at the train station (to go to Melbourne) and heading for the local aerodrome. The runway had been redone but was still fiendishly short and narrow. For my brother and my first flight we headed south to Wollongong, as seen on this video https://youtu.be/mACaDSvCXoA. The flight took us past the cliff waterfalls of the Royal National Park.

At the Gong we picked up my friend B and took him for a quick spin, which was fun. https://youtu.be/FZ8VvY32Up4 The last flight of the day was north, around Sydney harbour, and then to Port Macquarie via Warnervale (for more fuel): https://youtu.be/4qq1CnwcREY. Endless beaches, islands, mountains, waves, shipwrecks, perpetually sliding by. We checked out the local beaches, ate more excellent food, examined the weather forecast, and eventually passed out.

The following day, Tuesday, we took the plane up the coast towards Nymboida, a vanishing slip of a town from which one branch of our family originates. A small valley sandwiched between incredibly rough country to the southwest through which the eponymous river flows, one of the best whitewater kayaking locations in New South Wales. We avoided oncoming traffic and clouds to return to Port Mac in time for the afternoon Nor-Easter, which, gusting to 24kts, made landing quite exciting. https://youtu.be/YWBf2szLMFk. At this point we discovered that fuel could not be bought for love or money, despite the existence of an automated pump. Well, Australia is the North Korea of general aviation. That afternoon we found someone flying a radio-controlled glider with dynamic lift at 200mph, ate a sushi boat with H, and examined some more beaches. 

Wednesday was poor weather for flying - even the ducks were walking. We drove to a nearby mountain and had a look at the view, ate food, and collected C from the airport. That seemed like an accomplishment, so early on Thursday we raced the storms back to the central coast, dodged some whales (https://youtu.be/3Okm9daKhPI), ate yet more food, spent some QT with the family, before heading back to Sydney the following day. 

In Sydney we spent some time with N, B's mother, and prepared for A's 21st birthday party, held on the restored tall ship the James Craig. I was tapped to give a speech and did my best to avoid too much embarrassment, for anyone present! A ship is a pretty cool place for a party and it was nice of A to collate all the more distant relatives and old friends in one place - saved me the trouble of finding them all on my own.

The following day we met friends for brunch, went for a sail in the afternoon on the harbour, and in the evening went on a mystery trip in The Rocks, which turned out to be a Bridgeclimb. Which was also pretty awesome. At 147m above the water just after sunset, the wind blows quite a lot. 

On Monday morning we were woken at 4:15am by a faulty air mattress, which was quite a let down. This was okay, however, as we were leaving early for the train to get to the Royal National Park. Together with fellow masochists S and C', C and I did the 28km (18m) walk from Bundeena to Otford. It was, as usual, spectacular. We did the full Slot of Doom and Figure 8 pool variations, though Wedding Cake Rock was now fenced off, after numerous falls and imminent collapse. One highlight was that I got to (re)propose  to C at the pool at Curracurrang. Fortunately she said yes! Back home that evening my mother had baked an awesome pie and set the table for a feast, which we got to at about 10:30pm. Somewhat surprised by this timely attention, it dawned on me that she was convinced that a 28km hike would destroy our relationship forever, and that pie would mend the gap. Well, everyone had done extraordinarily, but the pie was nevertheless well received!

Tuesday morning alas C had to go to the airport, but not before we took tea at Google and visited L's living data kitchen! I took the remainder of the week at a slower pace, catching a few straggler friends, exploring some museums, eating Thai food on King St, renewing my license, watching Star Wars, and repacking my bag. We spent much quality time watching the boats go back and forth on the harbour. 

On Saturday I took my stuff to the airport and thence out of the country, thus ending an all too short but nonetheless rewarding trip to the old country. I would like to say that I spent the following days in rest and recuperation, but that would be a complete lie. Stay tuned for future blogs on India(!) and Ohio(!).