Thursday, September 27, 2007

snap

i think that most people declare the end of summer in seattle when you wake up in the morning for the first time and there’s fog or light rain. When you have to wipe the condensation off of the windows and the side view mirrors before you drive off for the day. When you have to actually think about wearing some fleece when you leave the house before 10AM.

then of course there’s the scientists that would say that summer ended exactly on september 24th, because that date corresponds to a particular position of the earth in it’s orbit around the sun.

my criteria has always been a little different however

when i walked out of the house this evening to go home depot, i got hit by this sudden, intense flash of mental imagery. the briefest scene of the halls of gastineau elementary around thanksgiving. the dark, the fluorescent lights, the cold, the warmth, the colors, orange and brown and red, the smells. it’s something that happens every few years on the right day, triggered by something environmental, that comes unbidden, but amazingly comforting. it’s a kind of crispness to the air that’s difficult to describe. maybe a particular smell. i often think it’s the color of the sky at the horizon, right before the sun goes down, but since i got the sudden nostalgic feeling tonight when I left the house after dark, so that couldn’t be it.

that feeling comes and then i start to think about october as a kid in juneau. trick or treating. it comes so quickly on the heels of the first image that it’s almost reflexual (if that’s even a word). i miss alaska. it was a good place to be a kid.

once, the same thing happened when i left the union during my sophomore in colllege. i actually wrote something about that for a class. i wish i could find that file. i was kinda proud of it.

incidentally, i’m watching the premier of bionic woman at the moment. i’m reserving judgement until a future episode, but they cast the chick that plays starbuck on battlestar galactica, so it’s off to a good start at least

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Friday, September 21, 2007

physics analogies ftw!

this entertaining response to my farewell email comes from a fellow boeing engineer contemplating his career plans outside of the company.  it deserves to be immortalized at a cosmology conference.

I will know more in the next month. Things outside are slowing down (play wise, before the ski-season) and I will have some time to make decisions. It is exciting. I only hope that I will be able to make a good one–or just one that is so interesting that somebody somewhere will write a song about me. That’s why you started with Vetripoint, right?… The songs, Zane….the songs….you said it wasn’t for the money. I liked your analogy to the bird-girl, too. Interesting; you were both jealous of the other. Her for your bling, you for her satisfaction in her work. We should try to accelerate both positions (in a particle accelerator, of course) until it approaches the speed of light, and then collide them! The yield (if they don’t disintegrate) would be a perfect harmony of job satisfaction and income. I don’t know what it would look like though… a bird estuary (sp?) with a cube-farm around it, or a forest with an ATM machine complete with an included card and PIN number….
~T
:-)

thanks for writing today’s post for me travis!  you clever bastard! =D

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

work emails

this was ang’s reaction when i asked her if she thought i could use the text in the last entry as a farewell email to the ppl i work with and such.  i was worried that the birth analogy would be a bit much, but this was her reaction

Angela C says:

um.. i think its fine. i just think its kind of long and somewhat narcissistic for a goodbye email.

Zane B says:

lol

Zane B says:

narcissistic

Zane B says:

indeed

Angela C says:

if thats the kind of last impression you want to leave.. then i say by golly send it out.. photos and all!

Zane B says:

not self-depricating enough?

Zane B says:

heh, i’m gonna giggle and obsess about that word all day

Angela C says:

what? narcissistic?

Zane B says:

aye

Zane B says:

didnt realize i came across as so concieted

Angela C says:

yah.. i used it because i was listening to NPR and they used it to describe OJ

Angela C says:

haha

Zane B says:

lol!

Zane B says:

that’s awesome!

Zane B says:

:D

Angela C says:

thanks!

Zane B says:

in fact…

Zane B says:

i’m gonna post that

yeah, i know it was long, but conceited?  *sob!*  for some reason i put a high value on what ang thinks of me, so now i’m worried that that whole thing makes me come across as a stuck up jerk.

that having been said, i dont think anybody here would be surprised by that stuff and would probably expect nothing less from me.

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those with ADD need not read

Wall of text follows:

Amigos y Amigas,

Spanish is an interesting language. While I’m not as fluent in Spanish as I am in German, I did take a few years in high school and of course, I grew up in Arizona so I’ve picked up a little along the way. One thing that I always found curious about the language is how not every letter in the Spanish alphabet really gets its own name.

One example of this are the letters “B” and “V”. The letter “B” is simple enough. Similar to its English equivalent, it’s called “be” (pronounced “bay”) or “be grande” (big “B”). “V” on the other hand, seems to have been deemed insufficiently important to warrant being bestowed with a name of it’s very own, and instead is known as “be chica” or little “B”.

“Why,” you may be asking yourself right now, “is this remotely important?” Well, on October 2nd, I shall leave the warm, safe, friendly womb of the Boeing Company, squeeze out past the armed sentries who so diligently guard her commercial sites, and begin life anew (albeit not bare-assed and screaming) as the sole mechanical engineer at a medical device/biotech startup in lower Queen Anne. A company called Ventripoint.

A six year gestation period is pretty long. I feel like an elephant.

“So,” you might say, “Explain to me exactly what a tool designer from an aerospace company would do at a snazzy, high tech medical device startup? For that matter, what do they make there?”

Well, I’m glad you asked. Let me answer the second question first. Ventripoint is the holder of an exclusive licensing agreement to commercialize a patent from the UW Department of Cardiology. To summarize their website, the system that they’re developing involves using echocardiography (i.e. ultrasound) to accurately determine heart volume, or more specifically, right ventricular volume. Using a hospital’s existing ultrasound machine and a three-dimensional tracking system to determine probe vector, the sonographer will chose from a series of about 30 points on the US scan. These points are then used by the proprietary database of 200 hearts collected at UW to parametrically spit out a number (and sometimes a 3D model) back to the cardiologist. All of this happens in about the space of an hour, from the beginning of the scan to the cardiologist holding the printout.

Why is this important? Tens of thousands of people in the US (and probably millions world-wide), primarily children, suffer from congenital heart disease. As ventricular volume is a primary indicator of the progression of the disease, each of these people are expected to have their ventricular volume checked at least once a year and often twice. Currently, there are only two ways to do that. The first is using fluoroscopy, which in layman’s terms is basically a real-time, continuous x-ray. Not good for anybody. The second (much safer method) is using MRI, which can cost around $10k per scan, take several hours to perform, eats up time on a very expensive machine and takes days to analyze the results. The technology that Ventripoint will be selling will cost the patient $135 and can be done 8 times in a shift.

I could tie this in, in so many ways. This is not an FDA approved method for measuring ventricular volume

My job will be… well, it’s gonna be a lot of jobs actually. I’ll be responsible for validating the 3D tracking system they’ve chosen (or possibly identifying a more reliable one), figuring out how to fix a the tracking sensor to the probe (of which there are probably hundreds of designs out there), developing a calibration routine for sensor/probe pairs (because the probes aren’t made with high tolerances), and a crap load of other things, including designing a mattress to keep the patient comfortable and relatively still.

“OK, OK,” I can hear you saying. “I’ll buy for the moment that you might actually have something to contribute that kind of work, but that doesn’t explain why you’re going. I mean, heh heh… we know it can’t be the money.”

Yes, you are right. It’s definitely not the money. This is already a long diatribe and if I were reading it from one of you, I would have probably quit a long time ago, so I’ll keep this short. I like to think of my friend Kate, who once lamented to me that she was making less than half of my salary studying the mating habits of some species of bird near flagstaff. Ultimately though, I was the one jealous of her. Working at Boeing has it’s ups and downs. Sometimes it’s fun and sometimes it’s nauseatingly tedious, but it’s never been for me what studying birds was for Kate. It’s never been soul satisfying. I want to move out of aerospace and into a field where I can see exactly how everything that I work on will benefit somebody else. Where what I do will make a difference to somebody’s quality of life. Building airplanes is cool and all, but it’s not helping sick children. You know… minus helping them to push just that little bit over the edge from nausea to vomiting that is. I mean, we all feel better after we throw up, right?

Oh and yeah, my commute will go from 30-45 minutes each way to 10 by car. Although I’ll be biking and bussing it from now on. I tell D that that’s not a major factor in my decision to take the job, but that’s a bald-faced lie!

Predictions abound that when that particular period is over (or, god forbid, the company go out of business) that I will one day return to the Boeing Company, as many do over their careers. And I’m sure that after the intial excitement of being out in the real world, I’m sure I’ll be wishing I could do just that. However, just as one cannot climb back into the womb (usually because we’ve gotten way to big) I don’t think I can let that happen. This is gonna be the first step to a brand new world and I’d like to think I’m not the type to turn back from adventure. Call me Indy. It was my nickname in college.

I can’t come up with a good caption this time.

Anyways, back to the spanish thing. See, I’m leaving the “Big B” for the “Little B”. You see what I did there? Get it? Truly, I have been blessed with a wit and way with words that has no equal. Don’t deny it!

 

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Saturday, September 15, 2007

the holding of breath is allowed

i think i’m going to take some time to craft a well worded, precise description of the vague idea i have of what i’m going to be doing at this new place. yeah, i’m gonna hold off on that until tomorrow. truth be told, i need to put together an email to send to my current group, describing everything in one shot, since the full spiel is pretty long and it’s getting old reciting it to everyone individually.

in the meantime, the second year of the miller/pace domestic partnership alliance came to a close on monday.


my greatest triumph! my greatest failure! actually, i think my greatest triumph was jumping 17′ 2″ in the long jump in 8th grade. yeah… definitely the long jump.  god that felt good.

i’m sure a lot of you remember this picture. when i proposed to danielle back in this epic post and, as you all know, the ring didn’t fit, rather than wear it on her pinky where it looked pretty odd, she took to wearing it on a chain around her neck for 4 months. i actually liked seeing the diamond around her neck. it was in a nice place to catch the light and of course, it drew my eyes to her chest.

eventually of course, on the third try, i made a ring that actually fit. however, that left us with two gemless rings with some sentimental value. every once in a while over the last two years, i would suggest that we could get a new stone for one of them so she could wear it around her neck again, but of course, we never got around to looking for one. then last friday, we got dressed up to go out to a birthday party in pioneer square and d was without an good necklace to go with the outfit. the two favorites of hers, an amber necklace and a lapis necklace that we picked up in morocco, are long since broken; the beads sitting, some still on the thread, waiting to be restrung and worn again.  it briefly reminded me that i had an anniversery coming up and hadn’t gotten her anything yet…

soooo, at the last possible minute, on sunday on the way to work, i remembered, “hey! i should stop by robin’s jewelers and see if they carry any loose stones!” long story short. i managed to find a parking spot before the seahawks game, then managed to find my way back down there 5 minutes after the game ended to sneakily buy a new sapphire for the original ring. the next day, i had to go to everett in the morning for work, so on the way back to boeing field, i swung by the chemistry dept machine shop UW, set the stone, and then went back to the jeweler to buy a chain.


and this is the result

yeah, technically, it’s not new. and i really hate this box, incidentally. black, with white satin would have made it look much nicer. but it came out pretty well, none-the-less. at least d likes it.  she said i’m setting a high bar, if i keep giving her stuff like this on our anniversaries, but i’m pretty sure next year will be flowers.

the only thing that kinda bugs me about it is that it’ll never sparkle like the diamond did, so it won’t catch your eye. but to be fair, if i had shown up with another diamond for that thing, d would have probably been pretty angry about me spending that kinda money. awed, appreciative, but angry just the same. besides. it would have taken away from the one on her finger.

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Thursday, September 13, 2007

ok goddammit

aiight george, enough ignoring my public. regular posts will begin again tomorrow.

immediate news is as follows: i will be leaving boeing for a new job on october 2nd. i’ll describe it tomorrow in more detail, but the basics are that it’s a biotech/med-device startup in lower queen anne (i.e. seattle)

happy aniversary to my folks today. the only reason danielle and i know when it is, is because it’s three days after ours. i made d a new piece of jewelery for our 2nd aniversery and i’ll post a description and some pics tomorrow or in a few days.

and no, no babies yet man ;)

in the meantime, if you’re jonesing for blog content, this one is worth your read.

new orleans murder blog

i’m sure you can guess who’s writing it, but since he doesn’t actually include his name anywhere in there that i can see, i’ll leave it out of here.

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