Monday, August 05, 2019

Working through -28 (2019 edition)

Not much else to be said, time to get after it!

Saturday, April 07, 2018

Woah! Time Flies By

You blink and look up, and haven't written a personal blog post in over a year. CY2017 was absent. It was also a phenomenal water-ski season with personal bests galore. Check out a look back at Dubes 2017 here (a playlist of videos), or just watch this one:

Monday, September 05, 2016

Warm Dry Summer

The summer of 2016 has been warm and dry in New Hampshire. Technically, a drought. But the water-skiing has been good. And it is not over yet.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Bushkill Sleigh Trip - Timeless Magic

Does five years a tradition make? Maybe. But there is no doubt that West Shokan in the 1970s was magic; and it was great. Forward to the truth. Holiday wishes and best to all. -S

Monday, June 08, 2015

Nearly Summer

Life spins by so quickly and one measure of the quick-spinning-ness is how infrequently I update this blog. While the winter was hard, there was lots of great work to do, and to some extent, that made the winter pass quickly. But once the ice melted and we got back out on the pond, things have become more normal, maybe even a little slower. Which is nice. 14 days on the water, nice low-drama crew, it's all good. I hope to make more videos and expand this playlist of Dubes Pond Videos for 2015. In the mean time, here is just one rambling spring video thought:

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Dogs Love Snow

Linus and Liona love the snow, especially when it isn't too deep.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Late December Ice-In

Despite a Thanksgiving snowstorm that left us without power for four days, the holiday season was warm and wet this year. It was a balmy 45 degrees on Christmas day. But after just a few cold nights in the teens and I wake up this morning, the last day of 2014, to see a thin, dark glaze on Lake Massabesic. With little wind and cold temps, my bet is that the near-horizon of blue ripples will be a bright white for the next few months, as soon as we get some snow this weekend. Happy New Year.

Sunday, December 28, 2014


It's been eight months since my last Frunobulax blog post. "What's up with that?", I ask myself. Lot of goings on this past summer and fall. Not all great. But life is amazing and I find time to go clickity-click here this evening, which is a blessing. Listening to MMW w/ John Scofield "Juice", check it out, great stuff. Didn't go to a single jammy event this summer. That sucks. Watched on Facebook as my pal Ben traveled from SPAC to Vegas to see Phish. Jealous. I guess, I could have found a way, but was so into my work I wonder if I could have really done it. Work isn't an excuse; it's a passion. A choice. I really want to make a difference. I have another few decades to knock it out of the park; a marathon, not a sprint. If Chris were alive, he would provide balance (through peer pressure). If Dave were alive, he would provide balance (through wisdom of counsel). Now the baton is in my hand.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Variational Calculus

Gabriel's pursuit of a spherical spline differential equation probably goes back farther than 1985, when Ken Shoemake had "Animating Rotation with Quaternion Curves" published at that year's Siggraph. Steve, the dear friend that he is, spent 90 minutes on the phone talking me through the twisty bits. While Gabriel and Kajia appear to have been snubbed thirty years ago, their work stunningly rejected then as "a homework problem", it remains an inspiration to me today. I am sofa king blessed to have such a great mentor and friend. Steve's homework problem for me?... A reminder and gentle introduction to variational calculus through the Feynman lecture "The Principle of Least Action". What a great read!

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Hard March

March began this year for me on the red eye back from San Francisco. Landing in the icy dawn at Logan seemed appropriate, matching my mood at the moment. The brisk air and the cutting late-winter angle of the sun combined to cast the morning like a post-psychedelic epilogue. An uncomfortable and stark reality. Only this was just natural and organic, as viewed by this observer, this time around the sun.

I think whenever there is a step-function disconnect in our perception of what is true, it is healthy to see our system respond accordingly. We put a great deal of stock in our ability to understand and feel. So when our neural simulator comes up with one answer and reality is another, we’ve got some reprogramming to do. A little adjustment is OK, but if too much is disconnected at once, we cry, we feel sick, or even pass out. That may not be the best evolutionary response. But perhaps it speaks to how closely wired the anterior insular cortex, our empathy-enabling simulator, is wired into the rest of our brains.

Like the tail of an exponential, it faded. The month has mostly passed. The weather in New England staying unusually chilly, like the morning that started this month. But the outlook is optimistic. We’ve got better data. That sparse set of coefficients that we use for predicting the future has a few more non-zero terms. And it’s almost April.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

Missing Randy Ten Years On

From this vantage point, few people have made the world around us better, the way that Randy did. Nobody I know was kinder and more selfless. Randy passed away ten years ago, although I’m still in denial. When I stop for a moment and consider my life experiences and keep cycling back through the graph in time and space we call history, Randy is singular. We acknowledge that with time our memory fades and facts can become distorted. But when I think about Randy, my mind consistently serves up surprising forgotten circumstance with a newfound strong inner-bliss radiating outward. I’m certain he had his demons, but you wouldn’t know it at a glance. Interacting with him, Randy would place your concerns, your goals, front and center. Then he would do his best to understand them, help you talk about them, laugh at them, (rarely) cry over them and generally make the absolute best out of this experience we call life. It’s just wrong that he isn’t here with us now. I have no words to describe the immense thankfulness I have for my family and friends. And I’m not one to get hung up on regret. But there is no way that this world would not be a far better place for hundreds or thousands of souls if Randy were still with us today. He isn’t: so we have our memories. That’s how I remember Randy.
Bearsville Machine Room (1979)
San Francisco Bay(1982)
With Tony Wilson (1979)
With Cindy Cashdollar (1978)

Sunday, December 01, 2013

Chrome on Black

Before it became retro, chrome-on-black was a mark of bad-ass 1980s automobiles. Phil's M6 was a good example and so were the first Saab 900 Turbos. But this 1987 Ferrari 412 pretty much slam dunks the point straight home...

Sunday, November 24, 2013

In with the Ducks

We were planning on going out to see Juliana Hatfield and Matthew Caws as "Minor Alps" last night. Susan wasn't feeling well, so we tried to create the Cotton dining experience here at home; with Steak, Wedge, and Garlic Mashed Potatoes. A snow squall came up dropping the first, fractional-inch of powder of the year and making it all the more cozy.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Water Over the Dam

I think I will remember the 51 days I skied this summer at Dubes Pond mostly for the water running over the dam. Most years, we have a wet spring, but then the dam goes quiet for much of the summer. This year, a bit wetter than most, I can barely recall a day when I didn't have to raise my voice on the dock to be heard over the rushing water. No injuries, good times, and good friends. While this season wins no record in skier-hours or buoy count, I'll take it and smile.
Wendy & Ali (Dubes Summer 2013)