Bike to the Earth!
posted at 11:39 on 2010.04.14
First post in two months! Whee. As some of you may know, Valkyrie and I are embarking on a massive bike trip starting May 14. As part of that, we're building an awesome website that will feature photos, videos, and blog entries from the trip. We've started posting a bit about the preparation and training process there. If you're not already following Bike to the Earth, get on that! Other than that: just had my last exam yesterday (General Relativity - one of the hardest courses I've taken, especially since my predominantly CS and discrete mathematics background is of little help on the differential geometry side of the fence...) With that out of the way, I'm switching to full-tilt bike trip preparation. In terms of time and effort, it's almost a full-time job (albeit one that's quite rewarding!) I'll be sticking around the Toronto/Waterloo region over the next month, so drop me a line if you want to see me before I leave FOREVER ARRRRGGGGHHH :) What else? I think my last blog post was about FASS. The DVDs from that still aren't ready; something about sound level issues with the recorded footage. Anyways, I've got websites to run and blogs to post to; keep posted!
Recyclic Groups
posted at 13:13 on 2010.01.23

10:30 am, Kitchener. A poofy-haired lime-green-Doof-shirted university student staggers through the door into Recycle Cycles, a volunteer-run bike-repair shop on the second floor of the Working Centre off Queen Street. The following exchange ensues:

Me: I'm going on a very long bike trip this summer, so I'd like to learn something about bike repair.
Staff: Okay - what do you want to learn, exactly?
Me: Well...I was thinking I would just take a bike apart and put it back together again.

One brief and lighthearted public shaming later (that only takes about 15 minutes, right?) I was kneeling beside an old run-down road bike with a handful of wrenches as Dave (who, it turns out, used to be a PhD candidate in CS (with research interests in AI and pattern recognition) before he quit to try his hand at the whole startup game) patiently explained the basics. In the course of four hours I removed the pedal arms, detached the pedals, dismantled the pedal axle assembly (ball bearings and all), replaced the cones, slotted the whole mess back together again, took apart the rear axle, replaced the back gears, reassembled the back tire into place again, tested and tuned the derailleur for proper shifting, and crimped end caps onto the gear cables. Things I still need to go over:

  • Cable replacement. While these do loosen over time, fraying is the main concern here.
  • Inner tube replacement. This is not technically difficult, but it still helps to have a few dry runs - improperly installed tubes can pinch and explode, thus ensuring hilarity for everyone except you.
  • Front fork repairs. A friend was biking along the sidewalk in Bronte when his front tire lodged in a crack, causing the entire bike to pitch forward into the ground with such force that the front fork shattered. (Side note: the impact cleft his helmet in twain.)
My bike repair goal for the term is simple: build a bike from scratch.

In short: this was an amazing experience. I've ranted many times before about the need for a more direct, social, and experiential model of education. Memorization is obsolete; we must transition to comprehension, application, synthesis. By itself, bike repair makes a passable exercise in spatial and mechanical reasoning. As part of a larger module, it could elicit any number of questions. Why are the parts designed this way? How could we make them more efficient? What advantages does cycling have over driving? What disadvantages? Why is cycling more prevalent in certain cities or countries? How do you make a bike-share program economically feasible and robust against petty theft? These in turn spark discussions on everything from industrial design to physics to politics to ecology to economics - all from a simple yet practical exercise.

Unfortunately, these sorts of practical exercises are usually confined to trade schools or mechanical engineering workshops, where they are delivered in a primarily utilitarian fashion. I think there is significant room for informal apprenticeship in modern education; it certainly plays well with the emergence of communities based around interest rather than geography. Any thoughts?

Little 5
posted at 07:11 on 2009.04.30

(Not to be confused with Big5.) 5 hours of plane travel each way (despite the fact that a direct flight would probably take less than 2.) 5 pictures (four of airports and one of the best beer selection I've seen since...so I forgot to take real pictures. Oops.) 5 ten-spots laid out for extended-stay parking at YOW. 5 pancakes shuttled down my gaping maw. (At least I think it was 5. Really, the pan-sized ones can count for anywhere between 2 and 3 - say, e pancakes.) 5 bottles/cans of beer partaken of in the weekend. Coincidence? I think so. Anyways, Little 5 weekend was an absolute blast - I'd write more about it, but that's already been done for me.
And One Reason To Love It
posted at 06:56 on 2009.03.17
It's biking season! For the first time yesterday, I eschewed four wheels for two in my semi-weekly Westboro adventures, thereby bringing a whole new level of pain to this morning's post-gym-session awakening. For what it's worth, it's heartening to see at least a half-decent network of bike lanes.

Another good thing: every time I head to a gym session or outdoor meet, I see new faces. This bodes well for the parkour community here in Ottawa - personally, I'd like to see it survive forever, well past the next wave of graduations. As inspiration, I'll post a video: Stephane Vigroux on parkour. Memorable quote:

"None of the founders supported the previous 'World Freerun Championship'. None of us support this. Let's make it clear."

Wise words from one of parkour's most skilled practitioners, and a strong indicator that the community aspect of parkour may very well survive the hype brewing around it. Let's hope it can. No - let's make it that way, each and every last one of us.