About This Blog
- Jenny
- Notice that Alex and I have on the same expression in my profile picture. Me: scientist/engineer, aspiring novelist, daring adventurer, animal lover. This is my story.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Ember Watching TV
Here's video that we took of Ember watching home videos of herself. The video was taken this spring so if she looks a bit younger to you that's because she is a bit younger.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Fear
Fear.
It's the worst. It's like nothing else I know... the cold sweet... that chocking sensation that you can't pry away because it comes from within... makes you want to tear off your skin. It motivates insanity; makes a trapped animal gnaw of his own foot.I'm ready to gnaw my own foot off. I am not a logical beast.
Chewing my foot will not set me free. Succeeding will set me free or accepting failure or some perfect recipe where one leads to the other or dynamic waltz where the success and failure spin round the floor like lovers.
Conclusion: do not gnaw off foot. Do something else.
It's the worst. It's like nothing else I know... the cold sweet... that chocking sensation that you can't pry away because it comes from within... makes you want to tear off your skin. It motivates insanity; makes a trapped animal gnaw of his own foot.I'm ready to gnaw my own foot off. I am not a logical beast.
Chewing my foot will not set me free. Succeeding will set me free or accepting failure or some perfect recipe where one leads to the other or dynamic waltz where the success and failure spin round the floor like lovers.
Conclusion: do not gnaw off foot. Do something else.
Monday, November 19, 2012
HD Taylor Water Treatment Plant
| Settling lagoon |
You can see the settling lagoons from the bike path. This water has puzzled me. It often looks dirtier than the river. I thought maybe they were using some sort of biologically treatment. They are not.
This is water that has been used to clean the filters. They can't immediately return it to the river because it now contains Alum and Chlorine. The alum settles out into these ponds and the Chlorine evaporates. Then the water is returned to the Willamette.
We were not allowed to take pictures of the great big intake screens in the river or the pumps that bring the water up about 27ft to the level of the treatment plant. I'm sure one would see them if one happened to be rafting on the Willamette. I suspect that this level of "secrecy" simply makes the tours more exciting.
After the water is pumped up out of the Willamette, the giant pipe carrying the water meets with smaller pipe that pumps in Chlorine and Alum against the flow of the water. The two streams hitting each other causes a lot of turbulence, which results in nice thuroughly mixed chemicals. This is the first of two time Chlorine is added to the water.
After the chemicals are added the water goes through sensor which measure the quality of the incoming water including chlorine concentrations, turbidity.
| This station monitors the quality of the incoming water after the chemicals are added. |
| A closer view of the sensors |
| The plant was off for maintenance during the first half of the tour. So these values are not characteristic of the plan when it's up and running. |
| Settling basins. |
| Vertical Paddle Wheel in the Basin. |
| After the water has been through the basins, it's forced up though these screens. |
| A different kind of paddle wheel |
| Water leaves the basins though this big red pipe |
| This is one of the pumps that move water from the clearwell to the reservoir |
| Here's a little perspective on that pump |
| The pressure gauge on the pump. The pump isn't running so the pressure is neutral. |
| This measures the turbidity of the treated water. |
| This drinking fountain pulls water directly out of the clearwell below us. |
| Uh Oh! |
Sunday, November 18, 2012
If I Could - A Poem of Sorts
If I could tonight, I would become water
I would pound on the roof and beet my fists on the window
I would make puddles in the street that stop traffic
I would apologize for nothing
I would flow down, down, into the ground with the splashing rain
I would caress rotting leaves and kiss the memory of summer goodbye
I would laugh at all of you and your dreams and your tears
Everything dies in the end
I would pound on the roof and beet my fists on the window
I would make puddles in the street that stop traffic
I would apologize for nothing
I would flow down, down, into the ground with the splashing rain
I would caress rotting leaves and kiss the memory of summer goodbye
I would laugh at all of you and your dreams and your tears
Everything dies in the end
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