Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Abortion:

 



Abortion:

For many years some people have been making the case for “life begins at conception.” Is there a united opposition to that view? Where is the pushback? 


In my opinion, the lack of a consistent and direct counter position is why Roe v. Wade got overturned, and why the Alabama State Supreme Court has ruled that frozen embryos in an IVF clinic are “extrauterine children.” And why using an IUD is equated now with abortion, along with the “morning after” pill.


The counter narrative to “life begins at conception” has to be more than “No, it doesn’t.”


Pointing out that rigidly enforcing “life begins at conception” will cause many deaths from pregnancy complications, even though true, is dodging the issue. Legalism is a cold, unfeeling position in opposition to love and compassion. No sane, rational person can feel more compassion for a microscopic speck of an ovum than for a living, breathing, suffering woman in pain. 


To allow a woman to die an excruciating death due to an ectopic pregnancy rather than removing the source of her suffering is as evil and immoral as anything I can think of. A God who would command such a thing is no God I would waste my time worshipping.


Historically, there was no such thing as conception until less than 200 years ago, when the ovum was first found. For thousands of years, the belief was that the woman was a garden where the man planted the seed. If the garden was fertile, the seed grew and was harvested at the birth of the. child. If she was not fertile, or barren, it was her fault, and she could be replaced with a more fertile woman. Seems to be what worked for King Henry VIII.


Biblically, the texts are plain. In those days the soul and the breath were equated. Genesis 2:7 says.”And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.”


The same equation is evident in Job 27:3, “All the while my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils.”


Conversely, when the breath is gone, that is the end of life. Psalms 146:4 “His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.” Not that long ago, that black bag that doctors carried everywhere contained a small mirror. If the doctor held the mirror up to your nose, and the breath wen’t visible on it, he declared you dead.


For those of us who believe that there is no better person to make a decision on whether to stay pregnant or not than the woman involved, there needs to be a forceful campaign to publicize the disastrous harm that the banning of abortion is doing to our freedoms and our privacy.


With women being thrown in jail after a miscarriage, the right to travel across state lines for better health care being threatened, and data of clinic visits, GPS locations and license plate photo captures being accessed by police for anti-abortion enforcement, the New Inquisition is here. 


The cruelty to women is the point. 


It is way past time for freedom minded people to fight back.


Don Rogers


2/28/24



Monday, January 15, 2024

Almost to Arkansas

 Almost to Arkansas 

The sun was shining brightly, there was no wind to speak of, and my wife Carolyn and I decided to fly to Mena, AR, to look for information on her ancestors. I had been exploring cemeteries, visiting courthouses, and compiling her family tree for several years. 


This was our third trip to Durant, OK, since I had gotten my pilot’s license, and I was enjoying the easy flying out here where there were no tall mountains in the way. The date was August 1, 1990.


 The two old boys in the airport at Eaker Field wondered why I came out to the field so early in the morning to fly. I told them I liked the smooth air then, and they laughed. “You must be from out west in the mountains!” they said. “The air is smooth all day long in Oklahoma, unless it spins up like a funnel.”


I explained I was from Winnemucca, Nevada, and if you didn’t fly in the morning, the air got turbulent and made it hard to practice precision flying. This day I told them I was flying to Mena, AR, and back, and they told me to be sure and check the weather, as there are some mountains over there in Arkansas, and the fog in the valleys sometimes made flying difficult.


I thanked them and made a quick call to a weather station. I have forgotten which one. It was before the internet, GPS, and radar coverage on a pocket sized phone. No frontal systems were in the area, and ceilings were above 2000 ft.


Carolyn and I loaded our two small bags into the back seat of the Cessna 172, and taxied out to the south end of the runway. I stopped at the end of the taxiway and did a full runup on the engine. The engine was fairly high time, and it barely passed the compression check at the last annual, but it still climbed out at 400 or 500 ft per minute down here in southern Oklahoma. The old Continental six needed a quart of oil now and then, but it was still reliable and sounded good.


As we headed northeast away from Durant we tracked out from the VOR beacon there. Somewhere about halfway to Arkansas I planned on switching to the Rich Mountain VOR, which was just north of Mena.


As we passed over the farms and towns below, I focussed on the gyrocompass, following the heading given by the VOR. It was dead reckoning at its best, and with the plane trimmed out, it was easy to lose track of exactly where we were. We were beginning to get a thin overcast above us, but it was well above me and I wasn’t worried about it.


As we approached the state line the VOR from Durant was getting weaker, and I switched to the Rich Mountain VOR in Arkansas. As I was tuning and adjusting the navigation equipment, my wife said, “I can’t see anything.”


Whoa! It looked like some Twilight Zone out there. Fog had rolled in under us, totally obscuring the ground, and the thin overcast had become thicker. We were sandwiched between the layers, which merged somewhere in front of us. The horizon had completely disappeared.


Suddenly the plains out here weren’t so easy anymore. I immediately went to my training on instruments and started scanning my panel. The artificial horizon was showing us level and the altimeter showed us right on 7500 ft.


My sights moved to the turn and bank indicator, and I carefully banked the plane to the left, lined up the little wing tips to the marks on the gauge, and added a little rudder to keep it coordinated. I started counting chimpanzees. That’s how I learned to count seconds when I was a young kid. Most people I know count by thousands, but it all works the same. After holding the turn for one half minute, I rolled out level and straight and followed the Rich Mountain course heading outbound.


Once I was fixed on the track outbound, I took my hands off the yoke and just used small rudder inputs to keep the plane on course. The smooth air made it simple to trim and hold the altitude. Most airplanes fly straighter and smoother if the pilot lets the plane fly itself. 


One of the first things I had to unlearn during my training was what is called PIT. That’s Pilot Induced Turbulence. Don’t do it! Stay steady on the controls.


In a few minutes the ground appeared beneath us, and the overcast layer burned off as well. I decided that was enough excitement for one day, and I told Carolyn we would fly back to Durant. I couldn’t get a good signal on the Durant VOR yet, so I tried to locate us by the towns beneath us.


On of the bad things about all the little towns in Oklahoma, is they all look alike from the air. Luckily, many years ago, during the early days of aviation, people painted barns and water towers with the town name. I saw a water tower ahead of us, so I descended and circled it, and found myself over Kenefic, OK. That put us due north of Durant, and all I had to do was follow the highway south.


We found the airport and landed with out any further trouble. I filled the tanks and rolled the Cessna into the old WWII hanger just north of the terminal. 


It was a good day, and educational as well. Down here in the South, the humidity can get so thick you can’t see through it. It was never like that in Nevada!


 

Thursday, January 11, 2024

Boeing Corporate Culture

 Boeing Culture

I have been watching the Youtube coverage of the Alaska Airlines Boeing 737-9 Max carefully to see if anyone caught the problem that has been obvious since the MCAS debacle. So far everyone is focussed on the door plug hinges, the roller tracks at the top of the door, and the conditions of the bolts that hold it all together. 


So far, the reports are all on the details of the mechanical defects. The real problem is the company culture. Sure, blame the workers who didn’t put it together correctly. Blame the lack of QC inspectors who failed to catch the error. They are looking in the wrong place. Raise your sights!


People were trying to tell management about the quality problems on the floor. They were ignored, or in the worst case, fired. That culture is not just at Boeing. From the frozen O-rings on the solid rocket boosters to the heat shields on the shuttle wings, people who knew the problems were ignored until disaster happened.


The cultural problems have to do with the way the company is structured, with people who know the problems at the bottom, and people who have the power to do something about the problems at the top, and then the several layers of middle managers in between who add almost nothing to the process. In my experience, they function as a wall to prevent information from getting to the top. They really don’t like Quality Control Inspectors because they know it will reflect badly on their fiefdom.


From my forty years of working for large electric generation companies, I have enough stories for several hours of ranting. I will spare you all!


I will have hope that the operational culture problems are being addressed when the whistleblowers who were fired are hired back with bonuses and backpay and promoted to jobs in the QC department, and the managers who fired them are sent down the road kicking a can.

Thursday, January 4, 2024

Japan Air A-350 crash

 Japan Airlines A-350 Crash at Haneda, Tokyo


For the last couple of days I have been watching coverage of the collision of an Airbus A-350 and much smaller Dash-8 on the runway at night in Tokyo, Japan. There is so much to learn from the results of this accident.

The fact that almost 400 passengers and crew safely evacuated the Airbus A-350 before the plane was consumed by flames is a miracle. To be certified as a commercial passenger carrier, the plane must demonstrate the ability to evacuate all the passengers out half of the exits in less than 90 seconds. This plane had only three of the eight exits available, due to fire outside. And yet, everybody was evacuated alive.

Several other things made the successful evacuation possible. The passengers listened and followed the orders from the cabin crew. Nobody stopped to grab luggage - they got their bodies off the plane as fast as possible. The mantra is, “Save your life - leave your luggage!”

Another factor was the composite construction of the airplane itself. This is the first accident of this scope involving a plane mostly made of carbon fiber, rather than aluminum. It passed with flying colors, in my opinion. The carbon fiber insulated the interior better than aluminum would’ve, giving more survivable time to get out of the airplane. I understand that they actually used more than the required 90 seconds to get everyone off the plane. I heard one report that said the last person left the plane 18 minutes after the collision. That’s really remarkable. I’m assuming that was the captain. All the while the plane was being evacuated, a raging fuel fire was visible under the belly of the plane, held back from the interior by the carbon fiber material.

The damage on the A-350 demonstrates that the Dash-8 was holding on the centerline of the runway, waiting for takeoff clearance. One report said he waited for 45 seconds before the collision. It was at night, and neither airplane saw the other. The tail of the Dash-8 center punched the nose of the A-350 and broke off the front gear, which dropped the nose of the big plane down on the runway. The fuselage of the big plane straddled the smaller plane and essentially crushed it, starting the fire. The wings of the smaller plane smashed cuts and dents in the inlets of both engine nacelles on the A-350. Five were killed immediately on the small plane, with only the pilot surviving with major injuries.

Several things pop into my mind when I ponder how these two planes met on runway 34R. The tower transcripts show that the Dash-8 was cleared to taxi to 5-C intersection and hold there. To me, as a pilot, that was an incomplete command. I would have been listening intently for one of two words - “hold SHORT of runway 34R” or “hold CLEAR of runway 34-R.” The pilot knew he didn’t have a takeoff clearance. He was waiting for one. He was following the clearance for “Taxi into POSITION and Hold” which was NOT the clearance given to him. Unfortunately, he was waiting in the middle of the runway, where a huge Airbus A-350 had just been cleared to land.

I like to believe that I would have declined the clearance without clarification on the hold position. Since he should have been able look to the right and see the approaching plane, he should have rejected the taxi and hold clearance. Once he entered the runway and turned away, the approaching airplane was invisible, and the crash was inevitable.

If instead, the Dash-8 had been given a “takeoff without delay” clearance, he could have been in the air past the end of that runway and out of the picture in 45 seconds.

Dangerous runway incursions have been far too numerous this past year, for some unknown reason. Is it too many new air traffic controllers? Is it controllers being overworked with long shifts and not enough time to rest? We pilots are living in fear that there is an awful catastrophe in the future if a handle isn’t found to straighten out this problem.

I lived in Japan for a year and a half when I was in the US Army. I had to laugh as I listened to a video on Youtube by a group of guys called Flight Safety Detectives. They described the orderly evacuation of the passengers by the rescue crews after they had exited the plane. They were organized into groups of ten persons and sent marching down the runway away from the burning plane. I had to laugh! Only in Japan would this happen. I had wondered how they knew everyone got off the plane. If they are marching to the building in groups of ten, it’s no problem to get an accurate head count. 

I’m afraid if that happened in the US, they’d still be chasing down passengers wandering around the airport! 

Monday, December 18, 2023

SuperDuper Story

 SuperDuper story

Yesterday, as we were setting up for the morning Zoom streaming session, I told Jim about my problems trying to fix a failed restore on my daughter’s computer. I had spent most of two days downloading various Mac OS operating systems, trying to get it to boot back up. All the downloads failed, citing missing or corrupted essential files.


I tried to download a new OS on my own computer to a flash drive, which I could then transfer over to her computer, but the download site immediately found my computer with an M1 processor would be incompatible with Darlene’s computer with a Pentium processor and greyed out the download button, preventing my download.


I tried several “safe” starts on her computer to type in Terminal commands, with no success. I think her hard drive is now a “brick.”


My next move will be to buy myself a new Mac mini with an M2 chip and give her my present computer. I have most of the photos and some of the documents she will want on her next computer. She lost those in the restore attempts she made before I tried to save it.


Anyway, during the discussion, Jim highly recommended a backup program call SuperDuper, which is simple, easy, and free, unless you choose to upgrade for a small fee. It creates a bootable disk on a flash drive, external disc, etc. with all your data, documents, and photos safely stored.


When I got home, I tried to go to SuperDuper.com with no luck. I also tried SuperDooper.com and SooperDooper.com. I gave up and Googled SuperDuper backup program and found it by a company named ShirtPocket. So I immediately went to the download site to start the program download.


I have never seen an attack like I met on the download site. Had to navigate through other popup pages from other backup programs trying to get me to click on their programs instead. When I finally got to the actual SuperDuper download page, it was plastered with ads, and fake download buttons for other programs. The worst was some program called Avast. You had to look and read carefully to avoid hitting the wrong download button.


I finally got the right program downloaded and installed, and printed out the instructions. I tried a flash drive I had first, but it was too small. I needed about 350 Mb for a full backup, and the flash drive wasn’t even close to that.


Then I remembered an SSD I installed in my OWC Dock under my Mac Mini. I have been using it to store some of my photos to make space for more photos on my iPhone. I checked it and found it was 500 Mb, but only had about 45 Mb used. So I partitioned that drive to a 400Mb drive with a 100 Mb drive with my photos, and had lots of room for a backup.


It all went well, and for the first time in a couple of months my machine is fully backed up. My Apple Time Machine locked up some time ago. I have forgotten how many years it worked, but you only get so many years, and then it quits!


I upgraded to the full version of SuperDuper, which has provision to set up regular backups. It only cost $28.00. Worth every penny!


My next move is a trip to the Apple Store down in Dallas at the Galleria for a new Mac Mini.

Friday, December 8, 2023

Audio/Video for Dummies

 Audio/Video for Dummies


Last week we (Jim and I) decided to hook up the Stage Box to our X32 Mixer, since we have one and the wireless mics were a lot of trouble. We arranged to meet at the church at 1:00 PM today to try to get the system going.


I prepared by reading all I could in the Manual, which is so esoteric I didn’t even have a clue about what they were trying to teach me. I watched training videos on YouTube, most of which assumed you already knew something about what you were doing. The longer I studied the more confused I was.


Instead of a simple demonstration of how to configure just one channel to get the sound to come through, they spent long minutes explaining how to string multiple stage boxes together in series, which would be fine for an orchestra, but we are just a small church in a small town in Texas.


When we first started to set up to stream the services when the pandemic started, we had one microphone which we couldn’t get any sound out of, even though it was brand new. We asked for help from a local business which gave lessons to church members for a price, but either they thought we were too dumb to teach, or they had some Baptist scruples about teaching those UU heretics down at the Red River Unitarian Universalist place. In any case they never called back.


After much searching, I found an article online about the difference between dynamic and condenser microphones. How were we supposed to know that condenser mics need 49 volts of “Phantom Power” to make them operate? Sure, everybody knows that! Except us. We bought some phantom power adapters with batteries inside that allowed us to stream the radio signal across the room to the receiver, which connects to the mixer board.


As Jim and I continued this afternoon to try to get sound out of the stage box, we listened to YouTube videos and tried to make sense of it.On one of the videos the teacher changed the clock setting from external to the stage box. I did that and then we had no sound at all from anywhere, including the Power Point computer. Jim suggested I change that setting back like it was before. Good idea!

 We figured it had something to do with “Routing”, but the page with the routing choices was long and complicated. Where are we routing from? Where are we routing to? Is the routing inside the box or the mixer? 


After an hour and a half of no luck, I took a break and went to the bathroom. When I came back, Jim was back by the stage box and said, “Listen to this!” He blew on the mike and the sound burst from the mixer. 


I asked what he did, and he showed me how he moved the routing from the stage box to the row of faders we wanted to use for those channels. He said we were overthinking it. He was right. It didn’t take us long to plug in the electric piano and several microphones and adjust the gains on each channel to unity on the faders. 


I know this is kind of technical for most people. Me most of all. But I’m beginning to think there is hope for me at last.


I went looking on Amazon for a book titled X32 Mixer for Dummies, but they don’t have it. They should.

Friday, December 1, 2023

This Was the Week that Was...

 This Was the Week that Was…


I really wanted to go for a bicycle ride today, but I’m just too tired and the weather is cold. I also needed a day off. It’s been a crazy week.


Sunday went surprisingly well, considering this is our first time with multiple musical instruments, lots of live songs and several PowerPoint recordings of music, all combined. We had a practice session the week before, gathering up all the microphones we could find and trying to find a good arrangement to pick up all the sounds and mix them for live streaming, recording and the real time program in the chapel.


Since the audience was expected to participate in the songs, I got to coordinate the text verses on the screens as the music played. Due to my monotropic mind, I was afraid I might have trouble working the sound mixer and the PowerPoint computer at the same time, but it worked out once we had the sound board set up the way we liked it.


I learned during the program what I needed to study and practice to make it easier next time. I printed myself another manual for the Behringer X32 Compact mixer board, and by reading that and watching videos on YouTube, I now know how to mute groups of channels with one button and how to control several channels together with one DCA fader.


Muting certain groups of channels was required, because during one song playing on PowerPoint by Dan on the piano, the dulcimers were retuning to a different key for their next number. I had to mute them on their individual channels, which I got done, but it would have been easier to have had them grouped on a single mute button.


The bass dulcimer player had her own amplifier, so we put a microphone in front of that speaker to pick up that sound. Unfortunately, after the program was over, we found that the recorded sound lost her bass part. It sounded good in the room at the time, but we will have to use headphones next time to isolate the sound being picked up on that microphone, since we don’t have a soundproof recording booth.


Monday I went on a follow up visit to my electrophysiologist down in Sherman, TX. Have you ever got a fist bump from your doctor? I did! I told him that in the month since he raised my prescription of Verapamil, I haven’t had even one instance of heart arrhythmia. He said we need to do an EKG to make sure, and I told him I have several with me. Did he want to see them? He laughed and said, “Sure, show me!” So I dug my iPhone out of my coat pocket and showed him the KardiaMobile chart on Oct. 19, when I had my last Premature Ventricular Contraction, and then about four more since then that were all boring Normal Sinus Rhythm recordings. 


He held up one fist and we did a fist bump. I told him I had never had that sudden an improvement after a change in medication, and it seemed a miracle to me. He got a little more sober and reminded me the my heart had already beat thousands of times already that day, and had done that millions of times since I was born. That was the real miracle of God’s creation, he said. I didn’t argue, and I didn’t ask him which God he was referring to. His name is Mohammed, and with the situation in the Middle East right now, I don’t want to have that discussion today.


Tuesday I went back to the church in Denison to retrieve my coat and keys, which I had forgotten Sunday. Marla had called to tell me they found it when they were locking up. I stayed for the Chair Yoga exercise, which I needed. My shoulders are still sore.


Wednesday I took Darlene down to Carrus Hospital in Sherman for an all night sleep study and titration to look for sleep apnea. It was raining, and there seemed to be a lot of trucks on the highway kicking up spray and reducing visibility to nearly zero. The worst part is they were all taking turns passing each other. If they would just stay in the right lane I could get out in front of them, but no chance of that.


Thursday I went back to Carrus hospital to pick up Darlene after the all night sleep study. We drove back home in Oklahoma 40 miles away, and Darlene made me an omelet for breakfast. Then we had to drive back to Sherman, Tx, for a visit with Darlene’s gastroenterologist. They want to examine her for the neuroendocrine carcinoid tumors they are treating her for at Texoma Medical Center. The chemo treatments have helped her pain considerably.


Today I’m tired and it’s cold outside. Maybe I’ll go bike riding tomorrow.