Sunday, June 12, 2016

On the road to ?

It used to really annoy me, when we were living in Switzerland, that the highway entrance ramps were not labelled by cardinal direction such as "North" or "East" but by the next insignificant town in a given direction. For example, getting on the A1 (the main highway in the country) in Bern (the capital) with the intention of going to Zurich (the largest city) one would have to seek out the entrance ramp labelled "A1 Solothurn".  Not something sensible such as "A1 North" or "A1 Zurich". If you didn't realize that Solothurn, which by the way is in fact just such an insignificant little town, was located on the way to Zurich, you could never find Zurich.  It is a bit like a chinese box puzzle, or a rubik's cube,  requiring that you memorize lots of intermediary steps in order to achieve the ultimate goal. Or maybe Swiss cartographers consider it unfair to the people of Solothurn to label the highway as heading to Zurich, when their exit came first?  Switzerland is after all uber-democratic. At first I thought this road direction indicating convention was categorically inefficient - perhaps just some consequence of Swiss cartographers and geographers inbreeding and communicating in Rumantsch in some remote valley since the days of Ancient Rome. But Min then pointed out to me that the US system is hardly free of flaws either. To get from Lyme, NH to Sharon VT, for example, you have to take 91 South and then switch onto 89 North, all in order to travel due West. And I remember very distinctly once being pretty sure I must be lost because we were clearly driving due south on a good long stretch of route 9 North in Northern New York State on our way to Canada. Maybe the Swiss aren't so stupid afterall.

Naming roads by the town they are headed to is also done in the USA, but not with highways. Lyme road (in Hanover, New Hampshire) is indeed the road to Lyme and the same road is called 'Hanover Rd' when you are in Lyme. Somewhere in the middle they meet and become one.  The convention works for the most part, though there is also a "North Thetford Road" in Lyme which does not go to North Thetford, but ends at River Road, along the bank of the Connecticut, where there was once a bridge to North Thetford, though it was destroyed about a century ago.  They could have perhaps renamed the road to 'River Road" in order to indicate its new post flood destination, except there already is a River Road, running along the river. Indeed North Thetford Road now ends at River Road, so maybe it could be called the "River Road Road", indicating it is the road that leads to river road?

Lyme is an old town though. In modern developments in the US, roads are purposely built to avoid going anywhere, thereby keeping traffic slow in the McMansion developments full of little lord Fauntleroy's who might, horrors, chase a soccer ball into a street now and then.  In these places the roads are all named after some category of nouns like trees or presidents, or flightless ground birds. Directions to someone's house generally sound like: "just stay on Quail Lane until you see Ptarmigan Street, take a right. The third crossing will be Guinea Fowl Avenue, turn left, and from there just keep straight until you see Dodo Drive on the right - we're in the cul-de-sac at the end".


In Kenya some roads are named after their destinations. Like Limuru road - which is the road we take from our home in Runda out to Lake Naivasha via, surprise, Limuru.  But there is another naming convention where in some area, such as in Runda and neighboring Ruaka, the roads are all simply called by the area name and then distinguished by changing the word for 'road'. Like trying to relabel the US suburb using only one flightless bird name (hmmm...take Quail Lane, right on Quail Drive, left on Quail Road, and then to the end of Quail Close).  Let me provide an example. Min and I walked Apple today starting at our house on Runda Drive, to Ruaka Drive, Past Ruaka Lane, to Ruaka Road, then Runda Road, past Runda Ridge, down Ruaka Grove, past Ruaka Annex, back onto Runda Road, and finally home again on good old Runda Drive. Get the picture? (incase not I have attached them). And this is actually a fairly simple walk since we didn't have the energy to walk all the way over to Runda or Ruaka Close, Crescent or Gardens. As you can see the first word indicates nothing beyond the general vicinity one is in, then the imaginative Kenyan town 'planners' swap out all possible synonyms for 'road' in order to drill down to the streetview level. Someone in town probably has a really big thesaurus. This is particularly confusing for people like me with mild dyslexia since, unless I concentrate, which I rarely do while walking the dog, I usually don't make out the difference between 'Ruaka' and 'Runda' anyway since they both start with 'Ru' and end in 'a' and are about the same length. Even the locals get confused - as for example happened to whoever was in charge of putting in the house number signs and located 196 Ruaka Road directly adjacent to 197 Runda Drive. Which is it? (for the record, Ruaka Road).


Our next destination is Japan. I understand from Wikipedia (cited below) they employ something that at first sounds a bit similar to Kenya, or Paris with its clockwise number arrondissements, whereby it is regions rather than directions that matter, and - here is the real kicker - the numbers are ordered in time rather than space, so that buildings built earlier have the low numbers and modern ones the high numbers. Sounds like we are in for some really interesting dog walks.



Wikipedia Quote: The Japanese addressing system is based on areas, subdivided from big to small. The largest division is called a "Prefecture" in English. There are 47 prefectures in Japan. A prefecture can be one of four things in Japanese, To (都), capital, for Tokyo only, Dō (道), territory, for Hokkaido only, Fu (府), metropolis, for Osaka and Kyoto, and 43 Ken (県), which cover the rest of the country. The Ken are divided into counties, Gun (郡), or cities, Shi (市). Small cities are generally divided into Chō (町). This is translated as "town" or "village" in the dictionary, but corresponds to "areas" or "neighbourhoods". Big cities are divided into Ku (区), "wards".
Wards are divided into Chō (町), though sometimes the name doesn't include the word Chō. Sometimes the Chō are divided into Chōme (丁目), which are numbered divisions of a Chō. Then the blocks are numbered and, at the lowest level, the building has a number. Finally comes the room or apartment number. For an apartment, the name of the apartment building is often included. However, it is not necessary for mail. It is, however, a convenience for visitors who ask for directions. The buildings within a block are either numbered in the order that they were built, so they jump all around, or numbered in clockwise order around the block. In this clockwise numbering there is sometimes skipping of several numbers for later assignment, where future construction between existing buildings is possible.

Min's epiphany - reading Japanese is not so hard afterall.

顧 敏 (My Cow) had an epiphany today. She was looking at apartments in Osaka online with what at first appear to be incomprehensible labels of room names and sizes. The sizes are indicated not in square meters but in 'number of tatami mats'. This is a pretty simple numerical conversion: one Tatami mat is 1.6529 square meters. But it was not these numbers that excited her, but rather the ones hidden in the labeling of the バルコニー room.  "Is this the Balcony?" she asked pointing at a rather small (2 tatami?) space along the side of the 客廳 (living room). See this first letter looks kind of like 八 ('ba', meaning 8 in Chinese) and the last one is ー ('yi', meaning 1 in Chinese), so it must say "ba" lcon "yi"! QUite a stretch of imagination, but as usual she was correct.

About a quarter of the nouns are Chinese characters, so if you can read those it is already a good start, then there are the katakana words. All you have to do is learn this special angular alphabet for foreign words, sound them out, and it is usually an easy English homonym. I remember having the same epiphany myself while bored at some meeting in Japan many years ago fidgeting with my room key,  looking at the apparently indecipherable squiggles on it and suddenly realizing that 回ホテルフロントデスク('return' ho-te-ru fu-ro-n-to de-su-ku) was actually quite easy to read as long as you know Chinese characters, katakana and English. From incomprehensible squiggles to coherent writing in one light bulb moment. And useful too - when checking out of my room, I certainly did not forget to return the key to the hotel front desk. So far I have only come across one Katakana word that wasn't English. In the NHK radio Japanese language course (lesson 7) that I am struggling through in preparation for the move to Osaka the main character goes to a bakery and buys some シユークリーム (chou à la crème). Or maybe it is a hyrbrid transliteration of "chou cream" mixing French and English. I look forward to finding some more languages in Katakana. Maybe Japanese could write "My Cow" asミンク transliterating out of Swedish rather than employing the Kanji form (顧 敏)?
Linguistic Note: 顧 敏 is my spouse's name - pronounced Gu4 Min3 in Mandarin. It is transliterated into English as "Min Ku" (putting the suraname last, and changing the G to K). Reading in Swedish, Min Ku literally means "My Cow". Transliterating the Swedish into Japanese using Katakana results in: ミンク. Hence: 顧 敏 = Min Ku = ミンク = My Cow. And yes, we were once invited to the Swedish Ambassador's residence, and I did in fact greet him by saying "Hello, I am Keith Alverson, and this (pause for effect) is Min Ku"

Friday, May 13, 2016

Nairobi2Osaka

After five years in Kenya - on the 4th of July 2016 - we are moving to Japan. For the first time the 'we' comprises only me and Min Ku, since both boys will be away in University in the USA. It will also be our first time living long term in Asia - following Boston USA (7 years), Toronto Canada (2 years), Berne Switzerland (7 years), Paris France (7 years) and Nairobi Kenya (5 years) we now look forward to experiencing Osaka Japan for (? years).

Osaka
Nairobi
From these nighttime pictures the two places look practically identical. At street level though, I'm sure they are quite different. The Nairobi central business district is basically a no-go area at night (I certainly never ventured there) due to the combined disincentives of horrendous traffic and crime. The Osaka central district is extremely safe and restaurant filled as far as I can make out from the internet.

Osaka
Nairobi
Both places also have primates, as pictured above, though the wildlife safaris we have enjoyed in Kenya will have to be exchanged for historical/cultural/manicured-nature safaris in Japan. The weather in Nairobi is ostensibly perfect - basically 28 degrees all year long, but I must admit to looking forward to seasons again - skiing in winter, cherry blossoms and baseball games in the spring, sweltering summers to escape at the seaside or in the mountains, and beautiful crisp autumn days.

Interestingly, the currencies are of almost identical value, so it will not be hard at all to adjust to how much things cost in terms of numbers - just swap out the units. Today 1000 Japanese Yen are worth 900 Kenyan Shillings (about 10 dollars either way).


I keep thinking of interesting picture combinations to compare and contrast Osaka and Nairobi and appending them here. This one is a Takoyaki restaurant advertising installation from the downtown Osaka shopping area 'dontonbori' and a sculpture installed this week for the 2nd United Nations Environmental Assembly made entirely from old flip flops washed up on Kenyan beaches.

Osaka
Nairobi

In Kenya, I blogged excitedly about all that was new and interesting for about six months. I wonder how long I will last in Japan?

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Post Paris - My Take

I posted this on Linkedin 16 December 2015



Optimists estimate the Paris Accord will reduce from business as usual ~6C warming to 'well below 2 with measures taken towards achieving 1.5' (the target in the accord, paraphrased from memory). Lowball estimates (eg. Bjorn Lomborg) are that it will have an effect of 0.05C. The truth will no doubt lie somewhere between these two, and no doubt does not depend on the accord alone, but if/how it is followed up in practice. Note that even the denialist estimates 0.05C, so yes, it will have an effect. The chance of keeping the world below 2C warming is, however, in my opinion, almost nil, we will fail to hit that target the same way we will fail to achieve any of the 'sustainable development goals' - these are really mostly unachievable aspirational targets that seek to catalyze progress in the right direction. The mood is very positive, and such positivity can be a good catalyst. Indeed, the biggest win was one of politics. The UN works. Countries are unified. THis political capital could be squandered (as GWBush famously did in his second term) or could, everyone hopes, deliver substantial progress towards the goals of 2C on mitigation, and building resilience on the adaptation side.

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/post-parismy-take-keith-alverson?trk=prof-post

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Career Profile in Oceanography Magazine

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Culture of Maintenance

400 dollar used lawnmower

According to Gongong, in Canada it costs 50 dollars to get a mechanic to agree to look at your broken lawn mower, then at least additional 100 to actually fix it. By comparison, a brand new lawnmower can be had for about 200 dollars. These economics invariably mean that nobody fixes lawnmowers in Canada. In a downward feedback spiral, the lack of demand further drives up repair service prices since the one remaining repairman has a monopoly and knows it. Not to mention you probably have to drive fifty miles out of town to find the guy.

Not in Kenya. Here it pays to repair lawnmowers. Our second hand mower cost us 400 dollars - and replacing it with a new one would be 500. But fixing it was less than 10 (700 Kenyan Shillings). Here is the story quoted from my father in law's diary:
The lawn mower was broken again. This time we took it to a repair shop with the gardener. We drove north through the new housing area called New Runda. Not long after we turn south on Kambu Road, there was a rest centre consisted of eating place in huts and a large gas station. There was also a large restaurant surround by a high wall. On the lawn in front of the gas station was the open repair shop with no hut or any structure. There were an old broken Indian made three wheeler tutut and five old lawn mowers on the lawn, and some tools scattered on the ground. The technician adjusted a valve to get the proper mixture of gas and air, and took off the blade for sharpening. It took him for about half an hour, and the mower was running properly again. He asked for KES 700 and Min paid him after consulting with the gardener. Min had told me that the fee for hiring a taxi driver was KES 700 for a day. This was probably the bench mark the technician used to decide his service fee.
Patrick, Min and Gongong at the Lawnmower Repair Store (check out the tools scattered all over the ground)



Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Elusive Five

Chasing down giraffes on foot in Amboseli

Back when safaris comprised tracking down animals on foot and shooting them, enthusiasts defined the 'big five': Elephant, Rhino, Buffalo, Lion and Leopard. Tourists continue to obsess about sighting these 'big five'. But, as Min rightly pointed out one day on a bushwalk during which we were endeavoring to chase down some giraffes on foot, if the point of labeling these five was how big they are, then surely giraffe, not to mention hippopotamus, should have made the list. The trick, by the way, to catching up to giraffes is not to behave like an intelligent predator. If you try to cut them off - walking towards where they are headed - they'll freak out and run even faster and further. If you 'give them way' and just tail along behind them stupidly, like a cattle egret might, they lose interest in running and settle down to browsing on Acacia trees instead. This tendency to flee is why giraffe is not one of the big five. The five were chosen because they "won't give you way" (quote from our guide, Leperes, in Amboseli), but will stand their ground and attack if challenged, making them particularly dangerous to hunt on foot. But times have changed. Safaris today are done in vehicles with radios, telephoto lenses and guides trained in the ways of the modern bush. Yes, everyone knows circling vultures can lead you to a lion kill, but even more useful bush signs can be read today. Excited sounding radio messages in Maa, and speeding convoys of safari vans, for example, are a sure sign of the supposedly elusive rhino, cheetah or leopard. Perhaps the true safari enthusiast should define a new 'elusive five' as those that are most difficult to photograph while on a commercial safari. Aardvark would certainly be among these new 'elusive five'. They never come anywhere near roads, only leave their subterranen dens at night (precisely when all the big carnivores are out looking for something to eat), and bolt back underground as soon as they sense anyone coming. The other four are so elusive I can't even say what they are, and I certainly don't have any photographs of them


Potential candidate for the elusive five: Osterich with head corkscrewed 540 degrees?


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Eat Dirt, Sucker

I vaguely recall 'eat dirt, sucker' being a put down of some kind in high school. Something that would be said by the victor to rub in one's loss at some competitive activity.

I've posted quite a bit now on delicious foods in Kenya, so at the risk of glob appearing to become a one dimensional food blog it turns out that one of these is, well, dirt. Here's the photographic proof, a bag of baked clay that Min picked up at the local supermarket (Nakumatt) for 30 shillings. We all sucked on these clay chips for dessert last night.

Min, source of all wisdom, and having read up on wikipedia regarding 'geophagy' (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geophagy) informed us that we were playing a dangerous game sampling this fare, since many people, particularly in central Africa and the American South, are addicted to it.

A couple of obvious questions arose over dessert:

Max: If you want to eat dirt why buy it at Nakumatt? Why not just eat the delicious looking stuff in our backyard?

Keith: If this is addictive why is the price so low? You'd think rapacious traders would corner the market and make people pay through the nose for high quality stuff. Was the clay aisle at Nakumatt full of rampaging competitive shoppers like the sugar aisle? At least you got fresh dirt, look at the label, it was packed only a week ago, and is good for another 12 months!

Alex: This isn't very tasty. Do you think grade '1' might be the cheap stuff and grade 2 might be for the real connoisseurs?