Something for Thursday

A bit of musical wishful thinking, I suppose…via the mid-13th century.

 

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I coulda been a rock-star photographer….

Last Thursday night, The Wife and I attended the evening performance of Trans-Siberian Orchestra, which comes around to these parts every December. Lots of people mock TSO, but we always have a grand time when we go. This was our third time (our first was something like 15 years ago!), and we enjoy it more each time. There are so many different genres of music represented under the big tent of “Christmas music”, so why not hair-metal arena-style prog rock?

Anyway, here are some photos from the show that I took just with my phone.

TSO, Buffalo, 12-22

TSO, Buffalo, 12-22

Since the Christmas Blizzard hit the very next day, this concert–less than a week ago as I write this–feels like an epoch ago….

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A Tale of Two Buildings, and other thoughts on The Christmas Blizzard

I make no secret that my day job is doing Facilities Maintenance at a large local grocery store. At my particular location, there are two buildings. The older building, built in 1977, originally housed The Store until 1996, when the second building went up to contain the new, expanded Store. The older building now houses a few smaller businesses, but my company still owns and maintains both buildings.

The new building, with The Store, is powered from the utility company via lines that connect from streetside poles to the main transformers. The old building was powered by a buried utility line that ran from a streetside pole, into the ground, and under the parking lot until it met that building’s main transformers. In the last few years, I’ve seen both of these power systems fail, each time on the utility side. What happens is that the power goes out in the building, and then the electricians we contract are called on an emergency basis to assess the situation and determine if repair is their responsibility or if it is on the utility side, in which case the power company has to come out.

When the power went because of a pole-transformer malfunction to the new building, it took probably about an hour for our electricians to arrive and determine where the issue was; then it took another hour for the power company to arrive with a crew and a truck with a boom-lift on it; then another hour or maybe two for the repair, after which our electricians were able to re-energize The Store. The outage began early in the day, and we were back up and running before noon.

In the case of the old building, the outage similarly began early in the day–actually, this one was overnight. It wasn’t a complete outage, which made diagnosis difficult; it was hard for our electricians to determine if the problem was actually on the building side or on the utility side, and they had to wait for the utility folks to arrive. It was also hard for the utility folks to make the determination where the problem was, since the main utility line was underground, running beneath half the parking lot and a driveway. Eventually, however, it turned out that the buried power line was the problem and the utility supply line needed replaced. So there were two options here: bury a new line, which would mean digging up a whole lot of ground and pavement, laying the line, replacing the ground and repaving, or, installing a new pole and running a new utility line from the street overhead.

Because of time and expense, they went with option B: a new pole and an above-ground, in-the-air supply line.

This installation still took over a day, with the workers working overnight to install the new pole, run the new line, make the connections, and get everything energized.

Why am I bringing this up?

Because my region has just come through one of the nastiest winter storms anyone can recall, and as I write this, there are still several thousand people without power in the City of Buffalo. Many of these outages were caused by downed power lines, when poles collapsed after withstanding many hours of winds exceeding 60mph. I saw a lot of people on social media screaming about how antiquated our electrical infrastructure is, and why can’t they just bury all the lines and be done with it!

That’s a problem with our public discourse in the face of disasters, isn’t it? People just throwing out suggestions–Bury all the power lines!–as if they’re the least bit realistic or reasonable. No one in these conversations seemed to consider for one second the magnitude of an infrastructure project that would be for an entire city (particularly one that is not wealthy–but more on that below), or if it would even be possible or advisable.

I did a bit of googling and reading, and it turns out that buried power lines are preferable in many instances, but as with all things, there are tradeoffs. Burying lines means, by definition, doing a lot of unsightly digging and then covering up, and lines have to go under existing streets and roads and lots. That is a lot of very expensive and time-consuming work…and durability is an issue as well. While you don’t have to worry about buried lines breaking because their poles broke, you do have to worry about them breaking because of corrosion (even in thick insulation), and when they do fail–as I saw directly just last summer–the options for repair or limited and intrusive.

Another facet of this discussion was the constant refrain that, the power should have been back ON already, dammit! And I get this frustration. While I absolutely salute the electricians and line-workers who have to go out and actually do this work, which is dangerous and often happens in unpleasant conditions, I myself have been irritated during power loss events at the lack of concrete information that our power companies provide. I get it.

But.

From the moment those utility workers mentioned above determined that they had to replace the buried cable to the moment the work was done and power restored to those four businesses, it was fully twenty-four hours, if not more. That’s to restore power to a single building in the case of a failed underground power line.

My point is this: while yes, the power companies should share more information, most people have very little real notion of what is involved with these repairs and how long they take in the best conditions.

Moving on, though…this storm has exposed an awful lot of failure from the conceptual level as to how to deal with a storm like this, how a city in the 21st century should be equipped to deal with a storm like this, and what the priorities should be in the wake of a storm like this.

It’s true that this was a “generational” event. Nothing like this storm has been seen here since either 1985 or 1977, so when we talk about preparation, no one is seriously suggesting hundreds of plow trucks standing at the ready. But the simple fact is that in the community of Buffalo, there simply is not enough community infrastructure to provide vital support at the hyper-local level in the event of a serious weather emergency that significantly delays the city’s and the county’s major efforts. It is simply not acceptable–or it shouldn’t be–in 21st century America for entire families to go hungry during the five or six days they are without power and unable to procure food in their food-desert neighborhoods where no stores even exist to be open in the first place.

It is simply not acceptable, or it shouldn’t be acceptable, that a city like Buffalo, whose national reputation is “Holy shit, the snow!”, should be so resolutely bad at removing the stuff, with no tried-and-true plan of attack. The city had barely finished cleaning up from the last snowstorm, which was just six weeks ago.

It is simply not acceptable, or it shouldn’t be acceptable, for a city that faces this sort of storm (if not with this intensity) to find itself short on equipment every time it happens, all the while continuing to increase its Police budget every year.

It is simply not acceptable for the city’s Mayor to go mostly silent during the event but come out with his strongest language when it’s almost over and when there’s been a small amount of sporadic looting by desperate and hungry citizens in the poorest neighborhoods. And it is entirely unacceptable for the general party line from the entire local governmental apparatus to be, at this point, “Look, we told you the storm was coming, you should have had two weeks of food on hand.” In a city where many live below the poverty line on a paycheck-to-paycheck existence.

I find myself wondering a lot of things: Why were disaster declarations so slow in coming? Why was the National Guard mobilized and dispatched to Buffalo so late in the game, and in such small numbers? Why are Military Police being used to ticket drivers instead of distributing food and medicine, and attending to snowed-in citizens who may have desperate needs at this point? Why are local towns using SWAT vehicles that they have no business owning in the first place for snow removal, which they are not designed to do?

Some people believe that climate change will mean more of these kinds of events in the future. I don’t know if that’s the case, but we have these kinds of events now, and the response has not been encouraging…nor is the fact that the people at the helm have been there for years. If we’re going to be a city in a place where once in a while weather can bring just about everything to a standstill, that’s not in itself a bad thing…but we have to be able to do more, much more, than just tell people “Guess you shoulda bought more food, then.” I find myself thinking a lot today about John Scalzi’s old Being Poor essay, which he wrote in the wake of Hurricane Katrina and the appalling chorus of scolds saying things like, “You knew the hurricane was coming, so why didn’t you just leave?”

 

 

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From the Books: THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS

I’m currently reading Ursula K. Le Guin’s classic sci-fi novel The Left Hand of Darkness, and while I rarely quote books while I’m reading them, this one passage hit me between the eyes. The story involves a planet that’s divided into two countries, and our two protagonists–one a planetary native, one an off-world visitor–are on the run in one of the two countries (“Orgoreyn”) and are trying to cross great distance to return to the other.

This exchange takes place, with the first line spoken by the off-world visitor who is a stranger to these countries:

“You hate Orgoreyn, don’t you?”

“…Hate Orgoreyn? No, how should I? How does one hate a country, or love one?…I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one’s country; is it hate of one’s uncountry? Then it’s not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That’s a good thing, but one mustn’t make a virtue of it, or a profession…Insofar as I love life, I love the hills of the Domain of Estre, but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope.”

Lots of good food for thought in this book. But then, it’s Le Guin, so this is not a surprise.

UPDATE!!! So I just finished the novel, and it turns out there’s an Introduction to the book. Oddly, in my Library Of America edition of Le Guin’s works in which Left Hand is anthologized, that introduction does not appear at the beginning of Left Hand but rather as an appendix to the book as a whole, which is a rather odd thing, I must say. But anyway, in that introduction appears this bit of wisdom:

The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.

The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.

I love that sentiment.

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A dispatch from the 716….

Doo doo doooo, lookin’ out my back door….

That was a three-day stretch to remember. And we didn’t even get the brunt of it this time.

I honestly don’t recall a previous time when we lived under an official blizzard warning. Winter weather, winter storms, sure…but an actual according-to-Hoyle blizzard? Nope. So that’s off the list of, well, somebody’s list, anyway. It wasn’t on mine.

In our neck of the 716, we actually did not take this one on the chin, like we do on most events that include a significant lake-effect component (such as, oh, last weekend…and the big one from six weeks ago). As I write this it’s 1:45pm on Christmas Day and we’re getting hit by the northern edge of the snow band which spent most of the last two days absolutely drilling Buffalo and the northern suburbs, before it finally moved south overnight (giving us another foot as it passed by) and then shifted north again about 90 minutes ago.

I’m long on record as loving winter and snow, but this winter has thus far been a pretty severe test of those convictions.

But we’re still alive and well, we have plenty of food and thus far we haven’t lost power, and we frankly are in a much better situation than many. We’re doing OK. In fact, aside from my having to suit up and do a bit of shoveling every six hours or so (just a bit of maintenance shoveling, keeping the furnace vents cleared and making sure Carla has access to someplace to relieve herself, actually digging out the cars can wait, and why not, there’s a county-wide driving ban so we couldn’t go anywhere if we wanted to!), it’s actually been a lovely Christmas thus far.

But for a lot of people in my region it’s been a cold and dark and stressful and worrisome Christmas. I hope they come out of this and find a chance for some joy at some point. This was just nasty.

Anyway, Merry Christmas, everyone!

 

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

And at last we come to it: the day of The Birth, if you’re a believer. But you don’t have to be to get at least something out of the story and the emotions surrounding it.

I hope that whatever your beliefs may be, the day and the feelings surrounding it are good, happy, and true; and I hope that whatever is going on where you are, you and your loved ones are warm and safe.

 

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

Well, as I write this, it’s actually the 22nd and all of The 716 is going nuts in advance of both Christmas and what is at this point promising to be a winter storm for the ages. As you’re reading this, I hope I have power–and that you do, too! I’m obviously scheduling this in advance, for the very obvious reasons. This storm is sounding like something I’ve never seen before, so…well, I’m sure I’ll end up writing about it sooner or later. Hopefully sooner…and also hopefully soon we’re able to look back on it as a thing that happened as we move on.

Anyway, I post this album most years, one version or another. The original album came out in the 1960s, but then Robert Shaw recorded a revised version of the same material in the 1990s. Both are classics…and you know what? Here are both versions!

 

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

If I don’t post a rendition or two of this every year, I get in trouble with someone important!

 

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Your Daily Dose of Christmas!

Hector Berlioz, L’Enfance du Christ.

This work has been a popular Christmas piece almost ever since Berlioz wrote it–it was one of the few outright successes he got to enjoy during his life–even though it’s not about the birth of Christ but about what happened after, when Joseph and Mary and the child were fleeing Herod. Still, the work’s gentle nature–seemingly at odds with Berlioz’s unfair reputation for bombast–appeals greatly this time of year.

 

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How much sump would a sump pump pump if a sump pump could pump sump?

The title of this post has been in my head for years. I think it came from a comic strip years ago…For Better or For Worse, maybe….

Anyway, let’s talk sump pumps.

Well, not quite. It’s more a drainage thing.

When we moved into this house, the sump pumps on both sides of the duplex needed replacing, and we got it done. At the time there was a back-up sump system that was battery powered, but the guy who replaced the main pumps switched out that system with a back-up called SumpJet, which is powered by the municipal water supply. Both pumps reside in the pit, with the main electrical pump doing its thing periodically as normal. But if the main pump doesn’t work–usually because of a power outage–a float attached to the back-up pump rises, and when it gets high enough, it opens a valve which allows municipal water to flow through a dedicated line, and as that stream passes the pump, the speed of the water moving through a valve creates a pressure differential that the pump uses to suck water up and out of the pit.

No, I do not entirely understand the physics there. It’s called a Venturi Effect, I think.

But we had a problem with drainage.

The plumber back then (whom we don’t use anymore, because he re-focused his business) actually dug up and replaced all of our storm drain lines, and he connected the main sump pump directly to that storm drain, so that water just goes all the way away. The back-up, unfortunately, he set up to simply discharge right outside the house. This, it turns out, was the wrong thing to do; if you discharge your sump water right by the side of your house, the water sinks right down the side of the foundation to find its way right back to the sump pit. Not only is this bad for your foundation, but rather than evacuating water completely, the back-up pump ends up running continuously as it is now actually recirculating water, not removing it.

That recirculating did result in a minor bit of basement flooding one time, when the power was out long enough that the pit accumulated more water than the back-ups could vacate. Eventually we got the back-up pump on my parents’ side connected to the storm drain on their side, but the one on our side still discharges incorrectly.

That is, until now!

Here’s the discharge set-up in a kinda-sorta “before” shot. I say “kinda-sorta” because I didn’t think to take a photo before I cut the drain pipe. The piece lying on the ground was a part of that truncated pipe, and you can see here that the water discharged right there, just inches from the foundation.

What I did was pretty simple: I cut the pipe and then I used a flexible coupling to attach a ten-foot length of PVC to the discharge, so now if the back-up pump operates, the water will be dumped ten feet from the house. Here’s the new set-up:

I really hope this works. I don’t want to have a power outage to find out, but…well, the weather report seems to indicate that this is a particular weekend where I really want to have this particular repair in the rear-view mirror. We’ll get this fixed “correctly” some day, probably in spring or summer, but for now I’m hoping this leads to some peace of mind.

(What’s funny about sump pumps is that I never thought of them at all until we lived in a house that has one. I swear sump pumps were invented by a cruel sadist.)

 

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