Saturday, November 17, 2012

MEGA WIND


The European Union has set their sights on renewable energy to the tune of 20% of all generation to be in place by 2020. Therefore, there is a rush to build offshore wind farms on the North Sea off Belgium, Holland, Denmark & Germany. They're talking like 17,000 turbines, which keep getting bigger and bigger. Like I mean huge. How about blades that are 3oo feet and more in diameter? Monopiles, (the support shaft) are as large as 7 m.(21' to you metric illiterates) in diameter and 200 feet tall. The turmine on top of all this is the size of a house. So how do you build these behemoths that can be 100 miles offshore in 150 feet of water? Why you call up IHC Merwede in Holland and order a huge seaworthy working platform. The latest version, called Neptune, can carry and install a complete turbine in a round trip from port in about 15 days, with accomodations for 60 workers.

Take a look at the photo . The large platform is neptune working with a smaller earlier model. They float out there under their own power, set down the legs and jack up the whole thing to be clear of waves. They have already set the tower and turbine nacelle. Note the rotor blade laying on deck which goes up last. The platform has a heavy duty crane that can easily lift the 316 ton nacelle, even double that.

Not to worry, bird lovers, the rotors turn so slow no one is going to get hurt. When completed, the field shown, will generate electricity for 600,000 people. Well, if you don't have any dams, what are you gonna do?



Tuesday, November 06, 2012

THIS BLOG UNDER CONSTRUCTION




 
(Thought I’d revisit some old notes of some early trips we took to Europe. This one before the Euro and ATM machines for easy money. These are some bits from my future e-book "TRAVAILS WITH LAMONT"))

Neophytes in Paris Mar 29, 1988

Arrived at Paris Orly Sud from SFO late in day so walked over to Orly Hilton and got a room for the nite. Drank up all the stuff in the minibar plus a bottle of good French champagne for you know who. In the morning caught the Air France bus to Invalides, where we started dragging our bags around for blocks (big blocks) as we were looking for Tourist Office at 127 Champs Elysees. I figured with that address it would be in the first block. Wrong!
   We ended up struggling up the entire Champs (Joy bitching all the while) as the numbers are the number of buildings, not shops. Once there, it was just a matter of time before they found us a two star hotel in Montemarrte district. Armed with directions we found the outstanding Paris Metro (Underground) and zipped off in the wrong direction. After a couple of transfers we got back on track and to our hotel, a small eighteenth century three story place called L'Ermitage, run by a nice couple who nearly spoke English. This near Sacre Cour cathedral on Rue Lamarck.
   The Paris Metro is a very clean, efficient system, venders and musicians set up in the interconnecting tunnels and amplify all over the place, classical to rock to reggae. Lots of rain in Paris. We got soaked the next day running around to American Express and Galleries Lafayette so Joy can buy a sweater as she is freezing ass. The store has a marvelous stained glass dome, maybe 100 feet in diameter and the space is five stories high. Also found a travel agent and bought Cooks Train Schedules which was indispensable throughout the trip. (Brentanos Bookstore showed us books on cooking). After many false tries we found Bank of Lyons to cash Joy’s Visa card, this being before ATMs. This place also has a great three story central space with curlicue cast iron pinned connections trussed framing and another glass dome .
   Stopped at Little Italy Restaurant near hotel for some good lasagne and wine. As the infamous Moulin Rouge was nearby we tried to find it but failed. French are very much into good jazz which you hear everywhere. We are nearly starving here as we can't read the menus and everything seems to be meat. Did find a good Vietnamese Vege restaurant (Buddha) and pigged out there on Blvd Montpanarse. Joy finally had to buy a big bag with rollers (Like Shers that I said would be ridiculous on cobblestones) but seems to work for her as she is dragging around twice the weight that I am. The French are totally into throwing all their trash on the ground as every morning the clean-up crews start out with their little green trucks, little green mechanical sweepers with the workers of course dressed in green jumpsuits carrying of course nice green brooms to clean up all the crap everyone tossed the previous day. The Trash cans are like our ugly black ones except they are a nice chocolate brown with bright orange lids (or bright blue or green) each with a neat address label on the side.
   Walked thru the Tuilleries Gardens to the Louvre and watched the workers putting the finishing touches on the glass pyramid in the center of the old courtyard. It's a masterful addition to the whole place. I. M. Pei has done it again. Naturally some of the world's great pieces are here including the Mona Lisa , which didn't get me excited at all as I have seen her so many times in print. Of course, she is surrounded by a 1" thick bulletproof glass partition. There are always several painters in the galleries copying the old masters, most of them very good.
   Next day to Notre Dame cathedral. Pretty impressive rose window as the thing is huge. They purportedly have a small fragment of the cross that Christ was hung on as well as the nails. Riiiight! Found a great crepery, had one with apple brandy and apples,(Crepe Normand). great! Walked thru a small alley street that was all Greek restaurants, breaking dishes on the floor and the whole thing. Went to Le Gare to reserve our seats on the TGV train.
   Our hotel, L’Ermitage, cost about 300 Francs ($60) per day including a fine breakfast tray each morning at our door on the third floor. The hotel is owned by a french woman, Maggie, and her German husband who speaks no English. The building is a couple of hundred years old and purportedly built by one of Napoleon’s doctors. Bonny must have had a dozen doctors as we heard this several times. First off we found the nearest Italian restaurant as we ate mostly pizza and pasta in Europe. This is due to the complexities and cost of French cuisine. Montmarte is crowned by a strange bulbous domed church, Sacre Cour, a late 19th century effort. Constructed of white stone, it is visible from all over Paris. Since we were near the infamous Moulon Rouge of Lautrec fame we walked all around looking for it but got lost. But we did discover the new public toilets being installed all over France. They are of prefab concrete and stainless steel and cost half a Franc. Clean, no grafitti, cool jazz music, one person at a time. When finished, the whole interior flushes automatically.
   Across the street from the church is a gathering place for youths from all over the world, playing musical instruments, singing and carrying on. We got totally soaked in the rain running around to find the American Express office but with my cape and beret, Joy her umbrella managed OK.
   Up next morning early, to metro and caught the train to Marseille. All the fast trains are eighteen cars long with a bullet engine on each end. 165 mph and a very smooth ride. interiors all glass partitions. Had an expensive lunch from the bar car (Beer, salad, cheese sandwich). Arrived in Marseille but tourist office closed for two hours so we had a beer and hung out till the opened and sent us to a hotel overlooking the Old Port. Hotel Residence put us on the fourth floor with a balcony overlooking the whole scene. This was a 15th century port with great old forts at the entrance but now strictly for yachts and fishing boats. On the way a young black man asked if he could help and showed us the way, asked to carry Joys bag but she wouldn’t let go of it as she was suspicious, but he seemed genuinely helpful, invited us for dinner at his place but we didn’t go, liked what we were doing. Finally nice and warm here. We spend hours on our balcony watching the crazy French drivers on the streets below. They'll block all lanes and then drive on other side forcing oncoming traffic almost on the sidewalk. All the trucks and buses here are absolutely beautiful. Everyone has small cars here and the French all have yellow headlights, nobody seemed to know why.
   Walked around the 12th cent. forts at the entrance to the Old Port, then up about a thousand stairs to the highest hill with a church called Notre Dame du Gard, a real climb with Joy of course bitching all the way. The church seemed to be dedicated to lots of shipwrecks and plane crashes of WW 2. With all these parishioner dying at sea, makes me wonder if their God has been on the job.
   The walk down was a breeze, passing an old American tank as a small reminder that war was hell. Walked through streets with marvelous vege and fruit market.
   The fish market begins early each morning on the quay below our hotel. How about a floppy live sculpin or octopus? We found a great pizza place across the port from us. Each day we buy a couple of bottles of wine for $3 and bread and cheese, then we spend hours watching these people drive, park and carry on from our balcony overlooking the entire scene.
   Went down to the quay and caught a small boat to Chateau d’If, the miserable fort/dungeon that the count of Monte Christo spent so many years incarcerated in Duma’s story. However, due to the heavy seas, we couldn’t land at the dock so just continued on to the nearby larger island that has been developed with some very well designed condominiums over shops and restaurant (Mixed use!). Right adjacent to the new buildings was a well preserved very small Greek temple, dating from the original Greek colonists around 500 BC. The seas were so bad I was challenged to even stand up and move around. Joy sat paralyze all the time clinging to a stanchion so hard she left a permanent impression on the steel .She was too scared to throw up.
   Next day we took a Metro, streetcar, then bus to see Corbusier’s Cite’, built about 1953. Sitting on high ‘pilotis’, about 15 floors of residential apartments, with a commercial level sandwiched in about half way up. We had a pleasant lunch on a narrow out door deck overlooking the town. All exposed concrete structure showing off the form boards. Naturally, a few bright colors here and there a la Corbu.
   Off to the beach via bus. Took a swim at the ‘Plage’ , always fun as you really float due to the high salt content in the Mediterranean. Even better, there were lots of young things lying about topless. I guess Nice isn’t the only Mecca for voyeurs. I tried to get Joy to take her top off and show these kids some real tit but she was too bashful. I changed out of my wet Speedo bikini on the beach a la French style. Caught the bus back to La Residence and more Pizza and wine. Ah! Marseille! Viva la France!

To be continued....





































Friday, November 02, 2012

METRIPHOBIA


A LOST CAUSE

Just finished “World in the Balance” by Robert Crease, as I have been so frustrated that we in the U.S. Can't use the metric system & wanted to really get down and find out why.

It seems such a system is nothing new as it was considered in 1791. The French were the instigators of such a system. Even then, they determined there were three ways to set a measurement;

1 The length of a one second pendulum

2 ¼ of the earth's equator.

3 A portion of the meridian running thru Paris. e.i., the basic unit length would be based on a ten millionth part of the meridian.

Meter is from the Greek “metron” or measure.

One universal and unchanging standard would be the meter (or tenths of) to be cubed in order to hold water (distilled at the temperature of melting ice.) (Perrier?). But it had to be a measure found in nature, so when a standard was lost of damaged they could be replaced.

Of course, the French went overboard at first - made clock time decimated in 10 hour days, 100 minute hours, 100 second minutes, which actually worked for ten years. They also got off to a clean start with the year 1793 replaced with the year one. Just like the Mohammedans.

Copies of a meter were placed all over Paris and two are left. I'll find the one on Place Vendome and report back to you in the spring.

In 1999 the 327 million Mars Orbiter disintregrated as it approached Mars because its engineers mixed up meters and feet!

In 1790, a Mr. Dombry was sent to America with a meter and a cube (a litre?). Just as he neared Philadelphia, a storm sent his ship to the Antilles, a French colony. He was arrested and imprisoned. During a riot he was pushed off a rampart into the water, resulting in a bad fever. However, the govenor finally recognized him, put him on another ship to America. But a British privateer took him hostage and imprisoned him in the British colony of Montserat, where he died. But the cargo was auctioned and someone sent the meter and kilogram to the U.S., but never sent it to the U.S. Congress.

As each colony determined it's own weights and measures, the Articles of confederation (1777) gave congress the right of “fixing standards of weights and measures”. Since no action was taken on this, we just borrowed the British standards. Madison at least got the coinage system into a decimal system by 1786, too bad he thought we needed pennies, or maybe you could buy something for a penny in those days.

Strangely after all this thinking and agonizing, the metric system is very similar to the units of measure used in Mesopotamia about five thousand years ago. (That would be Iraq). Where 1 meter = 1 Mesopatanian step, 1 litre=1 Meso. Bowl, etc. By 1880 half the world's population used the new system. But not us! An early attempt in US was in the 1920's by a group of pesky women, The General Federation of Women's Clubs. It failed, unfortunately.

Part of our reluctance to change (other than our arrogance and smugness) was the cost of changing all our steel, lumber, screws, etc. was just too much for some. Another roadblock was put up by some religionists who had a very strong lobby. “We have to defend our Native Anglo-Saxon metrology which derives from the God-designed metrology of Isreal and found in the great pyramid of Giza”

Meanwhile, the IS (System Internationale) is still refining the definition of a meter. In addition to the speed of light, we could use Plank's Constant, An elementary charge, Boltzmann's Constant or Avagdro's Number. Take your pick.

Mean meanwhile, we remain the only industrialized nation without the Metric system, along with Liberia and Burma.