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I’m being held hostage by an authoritarian government. These fascists (they certainly don’t believe in democracy) have demanded that I surrender my rights and work under their terms. In this impossible environment the people who speak for me have begun a legal battle on this government’s attack on my fundamental Charter freedoms. The process of overturning that legislation will take time, but it will eventually be overturned and will result in the end of this nasty, self-serving government and their illegal legislation.
My rep has also tried to bargain a deal to protect me in the meantime. The bargain was made with a Bill 115 Magnum aimed at our heads, so a fair deal wasn’t exactly the result of the process.
There was no negotiation, it was more like begging for our lives. This government was happy to turn the public against us in order to further their agenda.
If you’re held hostage you look for the basics, you don’t start asking for more than you had. It’s a moment of desperation.
If we don’t take the deal our rep has scraped together for us, this authoritarian regime will put us in an even worse situation because it has legislated our rights away. In either case we will no longer have anything like we had. We either lose a lot and keep a bit because our rep got some concessions out of the regime, or we end up in their even worse MoU prison, either way, we lose.
When someone has a gun to your head, do you start moralizing with them?
So do we vote for a contract that strips us of years of concessions because this government would rather flush money down poorly managed ehealth experiments, semi-privatized air ambulances, quarrelsomeness wind power and on again/off again power plants, or do we go to the wall and burn it all down because this is just wrong?
If we don’t vote for this, something even worse is imposed on us anyway. This is divisive no matter how you play it. Junior teachers lose their grid increases, senior teachers (who are the majority) don’t lose their retirement sick-day payouts. Some boards may OK this, others may not. This isn’t going to create labour peace, it’s going to create an uneven mess across the province.
In the meantime that fight to overturn the regime continues. In a year and a half, we could very well be standing over the ruins of Bill115 (and the Ontario Liberal dream of being the government) and be able to bargain a fair deal under Canadian law; we can’t do that right now. Whether we vote for this or not, our agreements will be in tatters because the Ontario Liberals and their Tea-party-Hudak lapdogs have pushed through this ridiculous, undemocratic legislation.
Do you go along with what you know is wrong hoping to protect you and your family as best you can or do you say, “NO, this is wrong, I will not be a party to it”? This isn’t an easy decision.
The lack of clarity, both moral and professional in this makes this a very uncertain, difficult decision to make. Unfortunately I’m a bloody minded kind of fellow; I fear I’ll vote for what’s right, whatever the cost, politics be damned.
PRIVATE TEACHER, PUBLIC JOB
After the ride to Indy I have a much stronger opinion about the Concours’ stock seat. It’s soft and comfy on short rides, but on long rides it turns into a kind of torture device. There are options for Concours seats that I can’t justify on an $800 bike, but the cheaper option arrived, so yesterday during the rain I gave it a go.
It’s tedious, but loosening the staples with a screwdriver makes for clean removal with needle nose pliers. |
The process took about an hour and a half to swap out the seat cover. The seat fabric is held down by industrial staples. I loosened them with a small flat-head screwdriver and then pulled them out with needle nose pliers. It’s time consuming because there are a couple of hundred of them holding the seat to the plastic base.
The cover peeled off relatively easy, only sticking where the Gorilla tape I’d used on the torn seam was touching the foam (that stuff is mega).
With the foam exposed I tried fitting the new seat skin and found that it had much more extra material on it. I was looking to firm up the seat a bit any way, so I took the gel pad I got on the Indy trip and found it would fit under the new cover. It would also raise the seat slightly, which would do my knees some favours.
Attaching a new seat cover is a tricky business. The vast majority of swearing happened while doing this. Rotating the seat so you can put weight on the staple as you squeeze the handle of the stapler helps seat it properly, but it’s a pretty muscley process. Getting the edges tight requires some practice. This one came pretty close, but future ones I’ll be pickier about and get even snugger.
In the meantime I’ve got a seat that feels firmer, sits a touch higher and isn’t covered in tape. I think the end result looks pretty good, and for thirty bucks plus shipping, it’s a good cheap alternative to those sweet Corbin seats.
I found this seat cover maker on ebay. The seat arrived quickly and is as advertised. I can’t speak for its toughness yet, but installing it I found that it was made of thick vinyl and the sewing was very strong. It’s a cool sunny day today, I’m going to give it a whirl and see how it does.
The stock seat tore on the stitching, Gorilla tape did the business until I could find a better solution. |
It’s alive…. ALIVE!!! |
After fiddling with the speedometer gear housing I was told to make sure I have the line on the back of the suspension and the housing lined up. I put it back together that way and still didn’t get anything, so I took it apart again and tried putting it on 180° from before and bingo, the speedo began to spin. If you’re having trouble with speedo gear housings, try putting it on the other way and turning it to line up with the fork housing mark.
Love that red – the Connie will be getting panels refinished over the cold months… |
All the gauges on the Connie work now, so I’m going to begin to reassemble it after changing out the oil and filter. I’m hoping to have it back together in the next week or so and then I can take an honest run at a safety and see how it does. Everything else seems to be in good form. It starts at a touch of the button and idles steadily after a moment on choke. The throttle is clear, sharp and very responsive now. The
brakes feel strong and sure. After reassembly and a final cleanup, hopefully it’ll fly through safety and then I’ll have to make some hard decisions about the Ninja.
It would be nice to get some miles on the Connie before the snows fall.
New speedo cable runs in behind the bottom of the front shock from the right. It reads accurately and runs quietly. |
Hard not to love that big one litre engine… it burst to life with a growl and revs with surprising eagerness. Smooth as butter too… |
Everything comes to life and reads accurately now… |
Horizons Unlimited is having a big meeting in central Ontario in May and it’d be nice to go. It’s a three hour ride from home but only about an hour and a half from the inlaw’s cottage. I looked into staying over but it’s a pretty penny. Staying at the resort it’s at is north of eight hundred bucks for the cheapest condo type place available. Even assuming I could find some people to divide the cost with, that’s more than I’m willing to pay.
Heading up Friday I could do a loop around the Kawartha Highlands on some twisty, Canadian Shield roads before landing at the cottage. The whole thing would be about 850kms over a long weekend. A day of riding up there, a day at Horizons and then a ride home on Sunday – entirely doable.
The ride around Kawartha |
They structure the pricing to get you there for the whole weekend, so even if I just went for the day it’s still seventy five bucks, but then I guess I could always go back Sunday if it really did the business. I’ve had friends attend before and really enjoy it. If there were wild camping opportunities in a less resorty location, I’d be more willing to commit, but refugee camping (in rows, on a site) isn’t my cup of tea, and the alternative staying in a building ends up being money I’d rather spend elsewhere.
Still, for seventy five bucks, it might be a good way to get a sense of the overlander adventure club, I just wish they offered a first time taster’s package. They say ‘come to an HU event and find your tribe’ – but I tend toward a tribe of one. I want to believe, and I want to go, but I don’t want to end up spending a mint on something that ends up not being a fit. The aspie in me wants me to just go for a long ride in the Haliburton Highlands – I’m trying to use that to convince him to go and meet people… something he really isn’t fond of.
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I’ve never monkeyed with the suspension on the Tiger, but since I’m a 250lber and I ride 2-up with my son who’s an easy 130lbs, I thought I’d look into setting the suspension before our 1500km round-Huron trip.
A kindly Dubliner on Triumphrat had a copy of the owner’s manual page that explains how to set the Tiger’s rear suspension. A two-up loaded bike should be spring pre-load set to the highest setting (5), while the rebound damping should be set three clicks out from all the way in.
Making the changes was pretty straightforward. The spring pre-load adjuster is easily accessible under the seat. The numbers on it are bit tricky to see, but you can quickly set the pre-load to the desired setting once you find them at the bottom of the cylinder.
The rebound damping adjuster is at the bottom of the shock and easily accessible. Turning it in until it was snug was straight forward and the clicks are loud and easily detectable. Turning it out three clicks was an obvious process.
I took the bike for a ride today to get gas and prep for the trip. It feels firmer, less bouncy and taller than before. I’m enjoying the change.
Once back I set the tyre pressures to 36psi front and 42psi back and looked over the tires for any issues. I’ve spent the rest of the day packing as if for a portage canoe trip (packing for a long bike ride is similar).
While out and about I stopped in at Two Wheel Motorsport and picked up an Airhawk. I’d been thinking about getting one anyway after the nasty case of monkey-butt I got riding it to The Bruce last week. The gel pad I was using gets moved to the pillion seat, so everyone gets a seat upgrade.
Airhawk pricing is a bit baffling. The tiny dual-sport seat (11.5″ deep x11″ wide) cost $230, the much larger medium cruiser seat pad (14″ x 14″) costs $148. We tried out the medium cruiser sized one and it fit the Tiger seat better anyway, so I saved myself eighty bucks and purchased the larger pad. (?) I’ll give an update after I put an intensive 1500kms in unbelievable heat on it.
While I was under the seat I found the height settings on it, so I moved it up one from minimum. It might quickly find its way to the top setting, but middle with the Airhawk has already relaxed my knees dramatically, just in time for a Great Lake ride-around.
Car companies use special effects to show what their cars can’t do. This only underlines the absurdity of it all |
I’m having trouble enjoying car ads. I’ve always loved cars since I was a kid, but when I’m watching ads that show driving a car on the road as some kind of noble physical pursuit I’m finding them impossible to take seriously. When you factor in the increasing use of special effects to show what the car being sold can’t do, it only serves to underline how absurd it is to market the idea of car as a physical extension of the self. In addition to being dishonest, it isn’t how and why the vast majority of people drive.
More than most cars, the Acura RLX can make a claim to be a driver’s car. The end tag line about how amazing things can happen when man and machine connect is where this is beginning to break down for me. How connected can you possible be to an automatic, climate controlled machine that weighs two tons? It isn’t what you could call an intimate relationship.
GM seems to have gone all in with the special effects. Their econo-box is a skateboard, robot dogs abound, and the new Corvette can help you battle aliens. The use of special effects to show what a car can’t do (but how it’s supposed to make you feel) is becoming a key part of marketing these transportation appliances.
At the bike course one of our instructors talked about how tiring it is to ride a bike, especially when you’re starting out. We were all sitting there sweaty and tired in the classroom after a couple of hours manhandling bikes around increasingly complicated courses. He asked us about our commute to the course that morning, what were we doing as we drove our cars? One hand on the wheel, a foot on the gas? Listening to the radio? All in a controlled environment remote from the road.
Now, he says, think about what you were just doing out there. One foot on the gear shift, one foot on the rear brake, left hand on the clutch and indicators, right hand on the front brake, both arms steering, using your whole body to lean the bike into corners and resist the wind. Riding is a calisthenic activity, and it demands much more of your attention because the result of inattention is never just a fender bender.
The only time I’ve come close to the same experience on four wheels was when I was cart racing in Japan or doing advanced driver training at Shannonville. Knowing how intense and demanding that kind of driving is helped me a lot in taking the bike course, but it’s not how most people will ever drive a car. To 99.9% of drivers a car is a transportation appliance, a necessary means of getting somewhere; it’s why everyone is so attentive and skilled on the road. You can try and market a person’s connection with their car in mystical undertones of human/machine perfection or simply paint it absurd with special effects, but the fact remains: the vast majority of automotive drivers are in it for the same reason that we buy any appliance: to get a job done we’d rather not do ourselves.
Having ridden for a couple of months now, I’m beginning to see why bike riders tend toward a sense of superiority when it comes to being on the road. Watching car companies go into graphic detail about how athletic you’ll be in your two ton box starts to look absurd when you consider how drab the process of driving a car on public roads actually is; it requires a bare minimum of commitment.
One of the things that strikes me every time I get on the bike is how naked I feel. I’ve never looked at the surface of a road so closely, or been so aware of where the painted lines are, or of what the weather is doing, or what condition my bike is in. I think all riders feel this, even if they don’t articulate it. It’s one of the reasons they tend to give each other a wave as they pass by; they are recognizing the commitment to the road that is lacking in appliance drivers.
This isn’t to say that driving can’t be athletic. I’m an avid Formula One fan and I think those drivers are some of the finest athletes in the world, a truly balanced blend of physical endurance, strength and intelligence. But on a public road there is only one form of driving that comes close to that level of commitment, dedication and focus, and it has never been on four wheels, no matter how exciting car companies want to dress up the operation of their appliances.
Originally published on Dusty World way back in September of 2014:
Is technology in the classroom a distraction or a tool for improving learning? The results of vastly improved student learning from technology haven’t materialized, yet we continue to throw money at educational technology hoping that it will help.
A wise internet jedi recently shared an article in which a new media professor is putting an end to digital distraction in a class in which he teaches about digital distraction. A better person to explain the assumptions we make about digital technology you’d be hard pressed to find. He had a couple of quotes that really punched assumptions about edtech use in the face.
“Multi-taskers often think they are like gym rats, bulking up their ability to juggle tasks, when in fact they are like alcoholics, degrading their abilities through over-consumption.”
“Multi-tasking is cognitively exhausting; when we do it by choice, being asked to stop can come as a welcome change.”
The concept of multitasking has long been championed by the rise of the digital native crowd. It’s something we poor immigrants to this brave new world simply can’t do like they can, except it isn’t. If you want to follow the science rather than the marketing, you’ll find that multi-tasking is indeed a myth. If you want to do something well, you focus on it. That might seem like simple common sense, but you’ll find a lot of digital education evangelists pushing for it anyway.
For the Luddites that want to attack computers themselves for this dilemma, he had this:
“programming, a famously arduous cognitive task, will acquaint you with stories of people falling into code-flow so deep they lose track of time, forgetting to eat or sleep. Computers are not inherent sources of distraction — they can in fact be powerful engines of focus — but latter-day versions have been designed to be, because attention is the substance which makes the whole consumer internet go.”
As a philosophically minded technologist I straddle this uneasy divide between the tech-hater and the fan-boy/girl, and I like neither. Where I see computer technology as a tool to use, many others either vilify or champion it from an emotional angle. I struggle mightily in class to get students to stop this emotional love/hate relationship with computers that many model on the adults in their lives, but it’s a simple truth when Shirky says our computers are now designed to be distractions. If you’re only going to be a user, you’re going to be a loser.
This infected thinking, the kind that has monetized the internet and made a generation of software engineers billionaires, demands constant human attention. When everything touched by technological integration gets infected with the idea of deep psychological engagement, people in the world become little more than variables in an economic equation.