Wednesday, December 24, 2008

We made it!

Dave and I finally made it home a little after midnight last night. It was a trip for the history books. Our flights on Saturday and Monday were cancelled due to bad weather in Portland, and on Monday night it was looking like our scheduled Christmas Day flight would probably also be cancelled. Rather than rely on Southwest, which seemed to cancel flights when everyone else was still flying, we switched to Plan D: change this trip to a do-it-yourself project.

After a couple of hours on the phone Monday night, everything was set. We took the 7 a.m. flight yesterday to Las Vegas, switched planes, and landed in Sacramento. From there, we rented a car and made the 600-mile trip to Portland. The last 40 miles took almost four hours, thanks to the really icy conditions on I-5 between Salem and Portland, but we made it safe and sound. Only 21 hours after we woke up, and three days later than originally planned, we were home!

House down the street. I love all of the trees in Oregon!

My parents' roof

In Utah, when it snows, people clean off their cars and drive around. In Oregon, people just wait until the snow melts, so you see scenes like this.

Me and my brother Brian, who's getting really big. It's nice to be home!

Saturday, December 20, 2008


I must have jinxed myself: I was telling a friend just earlier this week that out of the 20 or 30 airline flights I've been on, I've never had one canceled. Oops.

My brother Dave and I were supposed to fly to Portland on Southwest this morning around 9 a.m., but the weather subverted our plans. Our flight was initially delayed 30 minutes due to insufficient snow removal equipment at PDX, but things were looking good as we boarded the plane after the short wait.

Unfortunately, things quickly took a turn for the worse. As we settled into our seats, the captain explained that they had three deicer trucks at PDX, and that their last working one had just broken down. To avoid being stuck in Portland, they had to delay our flight until they could find another deicer—which was ironic, since being stuck in Portland was exactly what most of us wanted.

We deboarded the plane and proceeded to wait as quickly as possible. One of my friends who was flying to Portland on Delta at about the same time had her flight delayed three hours, but they gave her a couple of meal vouchers and a big credit toward future travel on Delta, and her flight eventually took off. We weren't so lucky.

Our flight was delayed until noon, and then until 1 p.m. before finally being completely canceled. Even better, Southwest announced that they had canceled all other flights into Portland today. Rescheduling took 45 minutes after being put on hold three separate times. We're flying out Monday morning since there's supposed to be a big ice storm in Portland tomorrow.

Dave's fiancée's parents were really nice to come pick us up from the airport and haul us back to Provo. Now we have two bonus days here, and an opportunity on Monday to get up at 5 a.m. again.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Score one for civil rights

Today a U.S. federal court ruled that the government must undergo judicial review to place a gag order on National Security Letters that they issue. This is a minor victory for civil rights. It's not such a big victory, though, because the court upheld the statute, which had previously been overturned by a lower court.

You've probably never heard of National Security Letters. Let me sum them up in a nutshell: they're a way for the FBI to demand information from an entity, without judicial review or probable cause. All they have to do is mention the magic words "national security" and all of those nice protections that those founding father guys wrote into the constitution go out the window. To add insult to injury, they usually come with a gag order, which prevents the recipient from even telling anyone that they received a National Security Letter.

A typical use would be the FBI sending a letter to your phone or internet company, demanding their records on you. The phone company would be required by law to comply, and they would be barred from even telling you or anyone else that the information was requested. Their request would not require probable cause or judicial review. Notice that checks and balances are conspicuously absent from this situation.

Back in the day, starting in 1978, NSLs could only be used against foreign powers, or people reasonably suspected of being agents of foreign powers. However, after September 11, the government rushed to pass the horribly misnamed and horribly misguided USA PATRIOT Act, which greatly expanded the use of NSLs to cover not just foreign powers, but U.S. citizens.

Today's ruling still allows NSLs, but at least now requires that the FBI get a judge to approve gag orders. At least we're making progress.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Cascade 3, Bruce 1

It's finals week, which means it's playtime; accordingly, John and I made an attempt on Cascade Mountain today.

This was my fourth time trying to climb the mountain. It's really close to Provo, but all of the routes to access it are quite long and difficult, especially in the winter. There is no established trail to the top. I tried it once in the summer with Hyrum, and we turned around due to unexpected snow and wind. The next summer attempt, also with Hyrum, was successful. Brett and I made an attempt last winter, and didn't make it due to loads of snow that dumped the day before.

After our canyoneering trip a couple of weeks ago, I don't think that John and I were quite ready for another long slog today, so we turned around pretty early. The route was a lot easier when I tried it last winter, since a lot of the scrub oak was buried in snow. We had a good time, though, and we got some nice pictures of a beautiful dawn. We also followed fresh cougar tracks for quite a while up the ridge, which was kind of cool.

I put a few pictures below; there are a few more in the gallery.

Dawn emerging above South Fork Canyon


Cougar track

Almost sunrise

Back at the Peace Wagon's replacement

Friday, December 12, 2008

Things to learn

Yesterday was a day of lasts:
  • I went to my last undergrad class (CS 431, compilers, with Dr. Mercer).
  • I turned in my last undergrad homework (a EE 380 problem set on the z-transform).
  • I turned in my last undergrad lab (a EE 380 lab on elliptic filters).
  • I turned in my last undergrad project (a peephole optimizer for my compilers class).
Next week I'll take my last undergrad final ever, and, with that, I'll be done with college.

I feel like I've just started learning, though. There are lots of things that I'd like to learn but haven't had time to because of school. Well, now's my chance.

Here's a sampling of things that I'd like learn about:
  • Global poverty and public health, and ways to improve things
  • Programming stuff: Cocoa programming in Objective-C, Android development, Haskell, AVR programming, MapReduce
  • China, India, and Africa
  • Spanish. I think I might take a class. I'm getting rusty.
  • Trad climbing
  • Medicine. I'd like to become an EMT or wilderness first responder.
  • Algorithms (especially graph algorithms) and algorithm analysis.
  • Maybe join a search and rescue team. Maybe.
  • Child development
  • Literature. I've learned a lot in college, but I've been too busy to read as much as I'd like. Time to get back to the books.
  • Cooking
  • Psychology
  • Probability, Bayesian statistics, and graphical modeling
  • Economics
That should keep me busy for a while.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Responsible refuse removal

I'm from Oregon, so I have a bit of a green streak. When I lived at home, it was easy to feel like I was being a good citizen of Planet Earth, because we had great curbside recycling service. We could recycle the usual cardboard and milk bottles, but they also picked up stranger things like scrap metal and used motor oil. Our family usually had more recycling than rubbish on refuse removal day, and that doesn't even count the yard debris recycling bins. Life was quite idyllic.

The honeymoon ended quite abruptly when I moved to Provo. Apparently they hand out recycling service in alphabetical order, and Portland used up so much recycling service that there was none left by the time they got down to Provo. As a result, I've felt like a sinner for the past several years. Every time I throw a can in the trash or toss a piece of paper, I feel a little guilty. There's pretty decent recycling service on campus, but the only place to get rid of waste at home is the despicable dumpster.

As penance, I've been helping my friend Ashley in her quest to get recycling service at our apartment complex. Right now there's a trash can by the mailboxes, and it fills up with paper every week. Ashley wanted to replace it with a recycle bin. I thought that was a great idea, so I decided to help her make it happen.

Well, it happened—or it will soon, anyway.

We can't actually take much of the credit. I emailed One Man's Trash to ask them where you take stuff to recycle in Provo, thinking that we'd just put our own bin out and then haul it off every so often. However, they emailed me back and said that they were planning to start providing recycling service at our apartment complex early next year. That was easy!

There will be a free recycle bin by the mailboxes, and there will be optional doorside collection service for $8/month per apartment (less than $2/person). I'd definitely sign up, if I weren't moving out soon.

I feel a little better now.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

BYU is radioactive

Did you know that BYU is radioactive? I took this picture on campus over Thanksgiving:

I'll give a prize to the first person who can identify this picture's location. (Congratulations to Robyn, the previous MCSV prize winner.)

Incidentally, I've heard from some pretty reliable sources that BYU used to have a research fission reactor, but that it's long since been decommissioned. I've also heard from a pretty reliable source that there's still a research fusion reactor in the Eyring building. Finally, I've heard that there's a 50-gallon drum of low-level radioactive waste behind the door in the picture above, but that it's pretty harmless. Don't go worrying your little head off now.

PS—I'm a fan of the "scare quotes" around "CAUTION", as well as the scary font, which seems to be the same one that's on the "For your safety, don't walk alone in this area after dark" signs on the south end of campus.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Spry Canyon epic

My friend John and I decided on a whim last Friday afternoon to go canyoneering at Zion National Park. I needed a good distraction from life, and John didn't have any weekend plans, so we decided to just go. John went up to Salt Lake to get some of his gear, I packed up my stuff in Provo, and a few hours later we were on our way. We loaded up into John's Peace Wagon and rolled out.

The tale of our epic adventure follows. If you have a short attention span, you can just look at the pictures. If you keep reading, though, you'll be rewarded with breathtaking beauty and daring rescues.

The Peace Wagon peaces out

Vintage Peace Wagon: John and me, and the Peace Wagon in March 2007 after our Provo Peak climb

We had to stop in Spanish Fork to pick up a bit more gear, and then we were off to Zion. As we were leaving Spanish Fork, John pointed out a funny noise that the Peace Wagon made when you turned the wheels really sharply and asked if I knew what it was. I thought it might be the CV joint, but he said he thought it was the transmission.

About an hour later, we were merrily rolling down I-15, talking about life, when the Peace Wagon lurched and made a clunking sound. John turned to me and said, "It's not supposed to do that, is it?" I didn't really need to respond, though, because it made another clunking sound, and then continued to make lots of bad noises. We passed a "Fillmore, 1 mile" sign right then, and we hoped that we'd be able to make it at least to the exit. The car was still going, but the sounds were getting worse.

We did make it to the exit, and we needed to quickly figure out where to go. I suggested that we turn right, since it was downhill and closer, so right we went. As we went that way, though, we realized that there wasn't much there, and that left was probably the better choice. After all, there were two gas stations to the left, and only one to the right. :) Unfortunately, the Peace Wagon was starting to give up the ghost, and it was having a hard time making it up the overpass. I got out and started pushing while John rocked it from drive to neutral. A nice guy in a truck behind us jumped out and helped push for a minute.

After a nice little workout (for me, although John offered to push) we made it to a parking spot at the Maverick gas station. It was clear that the sound John had asked me about in Spanish Fork was indeed the transmission. The Peace Wagon was in critical condition, and wouldn't be taking us to southern Utah.

Plan B(enj)

After a moment of silence for the trusty (up 'til then, anyway), somewhat dusty vehicle that had taken so many people on so many adventures, John started making calls and talking to people at the gas station to figure out what to do about the car. Meanwhile, I started making calls to figure out how to avoid canceling our Zion trip. I really wanted to get out of Provo and have a bit of time away from the stresses of life, so I was determined to not let a little thing like a destroyed transmission ruin our trip.

I called a lot of people. It turns out that 9:30 p.m. on the day after Thanksgiving on 5 minutes' notice isn't the ideal time for people to come to Zion. My brother could come pick us up, but he couldn't go to the park. Several other friends were still out of town for Thanksgiving. One friend could come, but didn't want to drive alone out to Fillmore. As I was running out of people to call, I decided to call my friend Benj.

Benj and I met each other this summer in California, and he lives in Salt Lake these days. We've tried to plan some hiking trips together this fall, but our schedules haven't lined up yet. I didn't call him right at first because he lives in Salt Lake, which is an extra hour or so away, and we were already short on time. With all of the Provo options exhausted, though, I decided to call him as a last resort.

Benj answered the phone. The conversation went something like this:

"Hi Benj; it's Bruce. This is probably a pretty long shot, but I was wondering if you wanted to go to Zion National Park."


"Um... in about five minutes."

I explained the situation in a little more detail, and he told me to talk him into it. I must have said something right, because he said he was just crazy enough to come. It was his only open weekend for quite a while, and he had been thinking not too long before about what he was going to do with his free time. We could provide an answer to that question. :) It also turned out that he was in Orem for a family get-together, so he was an hour closer than I expected.

When I got off the phone, I called my brother and had him pack up some gear for Benj (thanks Dave!). John and I relaxed for a while at the Maverick and waited for our ride to show up.

The Peace Wagon's disobedience had slowed us down, but hadn't stopped us. We were still going to Zion. We made it to our camp site around 2 a.m., threw our sleeping bags out, and went right to sleep.

On the (wrong?) trail

After a nice 5-hour nap, we awoke to some crisp desert air. It had gotten a lot colder, and I think we all woke up before the alarm went off at 7:20. We quickly packed up, and we were at the visitor center by 7:50 to pick up our permit. After a bit o' paperwork, we were off to the trailhead.

We got there around 9 a.m. and started heading up what turned out to be the wrong drainage. After realizing our mistake, we backtracked to the car and headed out the right way. Our little detour cost us half an hour.

The approach to the canyon took us up the Pine Creek drainage, up a gully, over a saddle, and then down into the canyon. There was some nice slickrock hiking along the way.

John nearing the saddle at the top of the Spry Canyon drainage

View from the saddle. East Temple on the left, Twin Brothers on the right, West Temple mesa off in the distance. Spry Canyon is right in the middle.

Into the canyon

Benj at the top of the first rappel

A bit less than an hour and a half from the trailhead, we dropped into the canyon. We reached the first rappel, which is the longest, but also one of the most tame. It's a pretty low-angle slickrock slab that you just kind of walk down. Too steep to downclimb, but not steep enough to really make you feel like you're getting your money's worth out of the rappel.

We continued down the canyon, interleaving rappels with walks through quicksand in the bottom of the watercourse. There had been some rain a week or so before, and a lot of the sand was really saturated with water. It looked solid, but as soon as you stepped on it, it would turned to mush and suck you in. Kept us on our toes. There were a few places in narrower slots where stepping on the quicksand would actually cause it to start flowing down the slot.

Benj at the top of a rappel

Benj skillfully evading the water

John is more hydrophilic than Benj

Down, down, down

There are about ten rappels in Spry Canyon, so we stayed busy with the ropes. Despite the recent rain, we managed to avoid getting soaked for most of the canyon. There were a few places where we had to wade up to our calves, and one thigh-deep wade, but our tops stayed dry for most of the canyon.

Benj on a fun free rappel under a little waterfall

Some of the rappels were especially cool. One was into a deep, dark, narrow slot, and we couldn't see the bottom. We tossed some rocks from the top to see if there was water below (there was). We also timed the fall to measure how far down it was (2.5 seconds; to find the distance, just use Newton's old 1/2at2, for a distance of about 30 meters). Since I was leading the group, I went first on all of the rappels, which sometimes meant I didn't know if I was rappelling into a pool or not. Makes life a little more exciting, you know? It turns out that I was able to swing over and land on dry ground on the deep, dark rappel.

Unfortunately, when things start getting exciting (and wet), the cameras stay inside the drybag, so I don't have a lot of good pictures from the coolest rappels.

John rappelling off a big tree that he built a nice anchor on

This sliver of light was the only sun that we touched all day. We saw the sun a lot, sometimes just ten feet away on the other side of the canyon, but this was the only time we reached it.

John belaying Benj. It turns out that you could swing over to a little sand island and then walk through pretty shallow water to avoid the pothole.

Narrow escape

The last little bit of the canyon becomes a little more intense. The slot turns to the south and narrows up. The narrow slot is really pretty, but it also makes it harder to avoid the water, since there's often no way to go around it. (As the canyon became more intense, I was focused on things other than taking pictures, so there are only words from here on out.)

As we entered this section, we heard another group behind us. We remarked to each other that it was nice to know that someone else was back there, so that if one of our ropes got stuck or one of us got hurt, they would be able to help us out. That little bit of conversation turned out to be kind of ironic later.

The last section of the slot is the narrowest, and it was filled with water that looked pretty deep. Before we entered that section, we decided that we would hurry through as quickly as possible so that we could get back out into the sun and warm up.

I went first. There was a short slickrock slide, followed by a narrow pool that was 10 or 15 feet long. I eased into the pool, hoping that my feet would hit the bottom and I wouldn't really have to get wet, but it wasn't to be. The chilly water sucked all the air out of my lungs, and soon I was swimming as quick as I could to the other side of the pool. I emerged to stand on some quicksand, shivering.

John started down the rappel after me, and right before he was about to drop into the water, we heard the group behind us yell to us. It was really echoy in the canyon, and they were a little way back, so it was hard to hear. After a minute, though, we figured out that they were saying that their rope was stuck, and they wanted us to wait for them. If they had been 10 minutes later, we would have pulled our rope already, it would have been too late.

To set up a rappel, you normally loop your rope through a rappel ring that's anchored at the top to bolts drilled into the rock, or a sling wrapped around a tree. You rappel down both sides of the rope, and then pull on one side to retrieve your rope at the bottom. However, sometimes the rope can get stuck (in a crack, for example) when you try to pull it down. Having the last rappeller make sure that the rope is positioned just right and free from twists and tangles helps out a lot, but sometimes the rope gets stuck anyway.

Getting a rope stuck in a canyon can be really bad if you're not prepared with an extra. Without a rope, you have no way to rappel out of the canyon, and you could be trapped.

The group behind us was in a pretty tight situation. They decided to cut the ends off their ropes, and they used those to get down to us. However, their cut ropes weren't long enough to make it all the way out of the canyon, so they would have been stuck our help.

While we were waiting for the other group, I started to get pretty cold. I was in a shady slot, and I had just swum though a pool of cold water. I experienced the early stages of hypothermia the very first time I went canyoneering, and I could see that I could easily become hypothermic in my current situation. I was shivering quite a bit, and I was having a hard time warming up since there wasn't room for me to move around.

We decided that our group needed to get out of the slot into the open area below where we could warm up. Thankfully, our rope was long enough that we could make it down the next rappel without pulling it from the anchors way back above the previous rappel. That way, we could escape and still leave the rope for the group behind us to use.

About 45 minutes after I swam the pool, I, John, and Benj rappelled out of the slot into an open area below. We yelled to the other group that they could come down, and arranged for them to leave our rope at the ranger station. We wanted to get out before it got dark, since we still had a long hike down a boulder field without a trail. We still had a hike out, but it was a relief to know that we were out of the slot, and the danger of hypothermia had passed.

Unfortunately, we discovered that there was one more rappel, so we were stuck until they were done with our rope up above—or so we thought. We spent the time putting on warm, dry clothes and getting a bit to eat. The sun was setting, and we were getting worried about finding the route down. John remembered that we had a really long section of webbing, so we pulled it out to see if it would be long enough to reach the bottom of the last rappel. It was just a little too short, but we strung some slings together to make it a little longer, and it just reached the bottom. I was the only one who had rappelled down webbing before, so I went first to demonstrate that it worked just fine. John and Benj followed right after.

Out of the canyon, but not out of the woods

By the time we were to the bottom, it was pretty dark, and the other group was just about out of the slot above us. We decided at that point that it would be better to wait for them and stick together. The deciding factor was that they had a car, and could give us a ride back to our car, which we had left at the top of the slot. (We were originally planning to hitchhike.)

The other group retrieved our webbing, rigged our rope and rappelled down the last drop. As they came down, we finally got to see the faces that went with the voices we had been talking to. When they were all down, they pulled the rope, but it got stuck. Shoot! We tugged and yanked and repositioned and flicked, but nothing seemed to work. Both ends of the rope were still on the ground, so I decided to climb back up the rope using ascenders, free it up from whatever it was caught on, rappel back down, and hope that we could pull it after that. While I was setting up my ascenders, John kept bouncing and pulling on the rope. When I was just about ready to climb the rope, it came free. Yes!

Down the dark mountain

After eating a little food (one of the other group shared some delicious pumpkin chocolate chip cookies—yum!), we packed up our gear and headed down the boulder field. There are actually two routes down: one directly down the boulder field that follows the water course, and one down a more bare, sandy slope. The Park Service has closed off the trail down the slope due to erosion problems, and instead asks people to go down the watercourse, which requires navigating around boulders and rappelling down a cliff.

Considering our situation, however, we decided that following the closed trail would give us the best chances of making it down that night, and we really wanted to get down that night to avoid a search and rescue operation the next day. We were worried about getting cliffed out if we took the Park's preferred route. We didn't know exactly where the slope we wanted to follow was, and it was impossible to tell where we were in the dark, but we knew that it was generally to our right. One guy in the other group led out, and did a terrific job at routefinding. We had to crawl through boulders and brush (yucca and thorny bushes are not your friends in the dark!), but eventually we made it to the bare, open slope that we were looking for, although trying as much as possible to stick to durable surfaces. I found it amusing that the people in the other group were ecology students, and they were walking down the slope that had been closed to prevent erosion. They must have had quite the internal crises. I didn't feel very good about the situation, either, but considering the circumstances, I felt that it was a prudent choice.

Back to civilization

About 2 hours after the last rappel, we made it down to Pine Creek. It took us a minute to find the trail, but after that it was an easy walk on a well-used trail back to the car. We were all really glad to be back to civilization. We loaded up our gear into their car for them to give us a 3-mile ride back to our vehicle.

As we were pulling away, I noticed that their gas gauge was on empty, and I asked if the gauge was accurate. The girl driving didn't know, so she stopped to ask the others in her group. The consensus was that it really was empty, but that we could probably make it to our car and then they could make it out of the park to a gas station.

One of the other group had turned on her phone and checked her voicemail on the way down, and had discovered that one of their friend had alerted the Park Service that their group was missing. Had we not been there, there would have been a search and rescue operation on Sunday to find them. As it happened, a ranger drove by right as we reached the road, and so we stopped for a second to talk to him. He radioed in that the group had been found, and we asked him if he could give us a ride back to our car. He started to give us a lecture about how we should have thought about filling up our tank before, but one of the guys in the other group explained that that was their car, and that we had rescued them. The ranger agreed to give me a ride back to the car.

For the second time in two Zion trips, I was unexpectedly riding back up the mountain and through the tunnel to get the car we had left at the trailhead. Last time it was due to a key locked in a car; this time it was due to an unexpected rescue.

We drove to the visitor center, washed up a bit, and then began the long drive back home. We stopped in Cedar City for a much-needed dinner and some much-needed caffeine and then continued on our way. We stopped in Fillmore on the way back to clean out the Peace Wagon, and we decided to take a nap while we were there. Even with caffeine, it was pretty hard to stay awake after our short night's sleep the night before, followed by all of the day's events. I didn't make it back to Provo until about 3:30 a.m., and John and Benj still had drive to Salt Lake after that.

What started out on a whim as a quick, fun trip turned into quite the epic adventure. I'm glad that things turned out well. A lot of things fell into place so that we were in the right place at the right time to help rescue the group that was behind us. I'm glad that we were prepared and that we made good decisions in a stressful situation. It might sound like everything went really smoothly from my account, but there were a couple of hours where things were pretty stressful. The canyon acoustics made it hard to communicate, and there were a lot of unknowns. We had to balance our needs with our desires to help the other group. We didn't know what gear they had, or how much experience they had. There was also a lot of time pressure, since it was getting dark and cold as the situation progressed.

In the end, I think that things turned out well. Looking back, I don't see much that I would change if I could do it over again. Lending a hand cost us about three hours, but it was certainly worth it. They probably would have survived just fine without our help, but they would have had a pretty unpleasant freezing night and chilly morning alone in the canyon. It felt good to be able to help.

If you made it all the way down here and still want more, don't forget to look at the rest of the pictures.

Thanksgiving break

I stayed in Utah for the Thanksgiving break. It was kind of a melancholy week, but I got to do some fun things.

I spent Thursday with some of my extended family near Lehi. It was fun to see them, especially my two young cousins, who seem to be twice as big every time I see them.

One of my friends invited me to a Man Sleepover at his house in Salt Lake on Thursday night. I was glad to have some company, since I was feeling pretty lonely. Provo is eerily quiet during Thanksgiving. While I was there, I rediscovered hummus, and I think that it may become a new staple in my diet.

On Friday afternoon, my friend John and I decided on the spur of the moment to drive down to Zion National Park and go canyoneering. We ended up having quite an adventure, the tale of which will have to wait for another post.

Here are a few pictures from Thanksgiving:

My cute little cousins

I love rolls

Ridiculous number of pies

Takin' it easy

Those genetically modified turkeys sure are getting fancy these days.

Thursday, November 27, 2008


I went to an African Children's Choir concert in Idaho earlier this month. The choir is composed of kids from Africa, and it gives them a chance to see the world and realize that life can be better. At the end of the concert, all of the kids in the choir came out on stage, and, one by one, each of them said what they wanted to be when they grew up. It was moving to see that these kids who grew up with nothing, many in refugee camps, had high hopes for the future. Many wanted to be doctors, a few engineers, some teachers, and one cute kid said he wanted to be an optometrist. However, by far the most common aspiration was to be a pilot.

Last night I watched a documentary about Iraq (Iraq in Fragments). One segment focused on a fatherless boy who worked at a mechanic shop in Baghdad. At one point someone asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, and he said he wanted to be a pilot.

These are just two anecdotal experiences, but it is interesting that so many of these kids who grew up with little aspire to be pilots. Perhaps for them flying is not just a respectable profession, not just a way to make money, but a symbol of freedom. Flying means control; it means hope. Flying means being able to soar to new personal heights. I hope that these kids—and the millions of others like them—reach their aspirations. I'm thankful to have grown up in an environment that has provided me the freedom to choose my future.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Look Ma, I'm on TV!

Apparently I'm a TV star these days. My cousin Matthew is in town for Thanksgiving, and he mentioned offhandedly last night that he saw me on TV recently. KBYU filmed lots of footage of the rocket project I worked on, and they interviewed me and a few other team members, but I didn't think they were ever going to produce the segment since we never launched.

It turns out I was wrong. After a little digging, I found the 16 August 2008 edition of BYU Weekly, which featured the rocket. You can watch it below.

(The original video is available from BYU Broadcasting.)

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Flying over the Grand Canyon

I got a last-minute invitation a week ago fly over the Grand Canyon in a small plane. At first I equivocated, since I had some other commitments, but after thinking for a little while, I realized that I might not have such an amazing opportunity for a long time, and I decided to go.

I showed up at the Provo airport on Saturday afternoon and met my friend Alyssa, her friend Dan (who has the plane and is a pilot), and Alyssa's friend Jenny. We loaded up, and Dan took off. After he got his Cessna 172 off the ground, he turned over the controls to me, and I got to fly pretty much all the way to Las Vegas. We flew over Bryce Canyon and Zion National Park on the way, and we stopped to get gas in Mesquite.

Flying was amazing. I've been interested in aerospace since I was a little kid, and I've always wanted to become a pilot, so I was living the dream last weekend. I had to concentrate while I was flying to keep the plane at the right altitude and headed in the right direction, but it wasn't too hard.

We landed at Henderson Executive airport in Las Vegas on Saturday night. After checking into our hotel, we headed to the Strip. We rode the Big Shot at the Stratosphere, which was really fun, although it was almost 3 a.m., so I was pretty tired. We went to church in Las Vegas the next morning and then headed back to the airport.

We flew the length of the Grand Canyon from Vegas to Page, Arizona. Along the way, we got great views of Hoover Dam and Lake Mead, Havasupai, and the Glen Canyon Dam and Lake Powell. We stopped in Page for gas, and when we took off from there, the sun had just set over Lake Powell, and the reflections of the vivid sunset off of the lake were beautiful.

The weather was beautiful and the views were great this past weekend. I'm really glad that I got to go. Thanks, Dan and Alyssa!

I took a couple of sets of pictures (set I, set II). You can see a few of my favorites below.

The cockpit. There are two sets of controls for everything, so either person can fly. I sat on the right.

Jenny and Alyssa

Zion National Park. Angel's Landing is the small mountain (below all the others, on the left edge of the valley) in almost the exact center of the picture.

Landing in Mesquite. The airport wasn't much more than a little shack.

On top of the Stratosphere, with the Strip behind us. We were all a little tired.

Dan's Cessna 172, tail number 20529
(that's "two zero five two niner", just like on The Incredibles :))

Hoover Dam and Lake Mead

Grand Canyon. Turns out it's a pretty big hole.

It was kind of hazy on Sunday. It made some things less pretty, but I really like how it gives depth to this picture.

Glen Canyon Dam. Lake Powell is on the left.

Sunset over Lake Powell

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Don't save the automakers

I was going to write a blog entry about why we shouldn't bail out the U.S. automakers, who, like everyone else, it seems, are in financial trouble. The Economist saved me an hour or two, though, since they wrote up the argument against the bailout—and they did a better job than I would have, anyway.

Friday, November 14, 2008


As a college student, I've been to my fair share of lectures—well over 2000 of them since I started, I reckon. Most have been regular class lectures, of course, but every once in a while I go to others, which often end up being the best ones. One of the things that I really like about attending a large university is that there are lots of opportunities to learn about things outside of my usual field of study.

This semester I've been to some interesting lectures:
  • Sustainable education in Cambodia, presented by an American woman who adopted a child from Cambodia, and ended up establishing a school there. She discussed how just giving money isn't enough, and can sometimes even be harmful; to make lasting progress, local people must support themselves.
  • Privacy implications of new technologies, and methods for making ethical decisions in areas where no rules have been established yet.
  • Peru at the Global Stage, presented by the Peruvian ambassador to the U.S. He talked about the challenges and opportunities that Peru faces as they become more prominent in the world.
  • History of Uganda over the past 150 years, presented by the Ugandan ambassador to the U.S. He detailed Uganda's transition from tribes to a British protectorate to an independent country.
  • Why You Should Go to Graduate School, given by my friend Chris Monson. Chris got his Ph.D in computer science a couple of years ago and now works for Google.
  • Social Robots and Human Social Development. This one was a really interesting look at how robots can be used in diagnosing and treating autism.
I also watched the Utah Supreme court hear a real case at the law school last week. That was fascinating.

If you're at BYU, I'd definitely encourage going to lectures, talks, and discussions on things that you're interested in. Part of the point of a university education is to gain a broad knowledge of the world, and BYU provides some amazing opportunities to do that. The university forums are almost universally excellent (with speakers including the Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court and the Senate Majority Leader in the past year), and the devotionals are also usually great (although the quality there is more heterogeneous).

So where do you find about about interesting lectures? Since I'm interested politics and technology, I like the Kennedy Center Lecture Series and the Computer Science Colloquia. However, there are tons of other lectures all the time—just watch the walls of the buildings you walk through for posters. And if you hear about a lecture I might like, let me know. If I go to a few more extra ones, maybe I'll break 3000 before I graduate. :)

Monday, November 10, 2008


The last couple of months have been a pretty rough ride for me emotionally, and there have been several times when I've felt pretty empty inside. I often focus too much on the moment and lose sight of the bigger picture. Today was one of those days.

As I was walking home under heavy skies that looked about as gray as I felt, I decided to listen to the "Sunday" playlist on my iPod, which contains religious and other uplifting music. This hymn, which has long been one of my favorites, randomly came up:
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation!
Join the great throng, Psaltery, organ, and song, Sounding in glad adoration!

Praise to the Lord! Over all things he gloriously reigneth.
Borne as on eagle wings, safely his Saints he sustaineth.
Hast thou not seen How all thou needest hath been Granted in what he ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy way and defend thee.
Surely his goodness and mercy shall ever attend thee.
Ponder anew What the Almighty can do, Who with his love doth befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord! Oh, let all that is in me adore him!
All that hath breath, join with Abraham's seed to adore him!
Let the "amen" Sum all our praises again, Now as we worship before him.
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, by Joachim Neander (listen)

These lyrics struck me powerfully today and brought some much-needed peace. Sure, my life isn't perfect right now, but my trials are "but a small moment", and I have been abundantly blessed. Although I'm certainly weak, God, who loves me, is all-powerful, and he will certainly bear me up, sustain me, prosper my way, defend me, attend me, and befriend me. What more can I ask for?

I, like Nephi, sometimes forget who is on my side. I am grateful for inspiring words and uplifting music that reminded me today. Today's heavy skies will clear, and the future is bright.

A couple of footnotes:
  • BYU has an excellent recording of this and other songs on their Echoes of the Sabbath album.
  • It turns out that the LDS version of this hymn includes only part of the original poetry. The full version (heads up: obnoxious auto-playing music) further develops the theme. It's worth a read.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

How to bankrupt America

How can we bankrupt the federal government? Simple: just keep doing what we're doing and wait a little while.

I.O.U.S.A. is a recently-released documentary about the national debt, and its conclusion is frightening. The U.S. is on a path toward financial ruin, and none of the major political figures are talking about it. This isn't just a big conspiracy theory by a bunch of crackpots, either. It's explained by top figures in finance, including Alan Greenspan, Paul Volcker, Robert Rubin, Alice Rivlin, Warren Buffet, and David Walker. These are people who have run the Federal Reserve, the Treasury, the Government Accountability Office, and the New York Stock Exchange.

The documentary is a fascinating and scary look at our country's financial history and possible future. I'd encourage you to take the time to watch the 30-minute "byte-sized" version (below). You can also watch the trailer or watch the full-length movie in theatres.

(Higher quality version available from

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

I voted

Since voting in Oregon is done completely by mail, I've never had the pleasure of wearing an "I Voted" sticker on election day to advertise my civic responsibility. That's OK, though, because vote by mail encourages participation, decreases costs, and makes the process run more smoothly. I mailed in my ballot last week.

There were some interesting items on the ballot this year, aside from the one that everyone's been talking about:
  • Measure 58, which would prevent teaching students in a language other than English for more than two years. That's a horrible idea! I think that bilingual immersion education is a great idea—in fact, I would love it if all students were educated in bilingual classrooms. And what happens to the students who don't pick up English in two years? No education for them? Bad idea.
  • Measure 26-95, which would allocate over a third of a billion dollars for Portland Community College. I voted yes on this one. I'm generally pretty fiscally conservative, and this was by far the largest single price tag on the ballot. However, I think that education is vitally important, both for society and for business, and there seems to be a lack of good education in the Portland area. PCC seems to be doing a good job now, so I'm hopeful that they will be able to use additional funds effectively.
  • Measures 57 and 61, which are both "tough on crime" bills. Both would institute mandatory minimum sentences for many crimes, and measure 61 would spend a bunch of money to build new prisons. Measure 57 requires addiction treatment for some offenders, which I think is a great idea. While we do need to lock up some people, I think that the "Department of Corrections" should do more correcting and less carcel-ing. I also think that it's better to let judges decide sentences depending on circumstances, rather than require them to issue one-size-fits-all mandatory minimum sentences. Finally, I don't think that it's worth diverting the government's resources away from education and healthcare to fund more prisons. Interestingly, if both of these measures pass, then only measure 57 will be enacted. Some people who aren't fans of either one are voting for measure 57, just because they think it is the lesser of two evils. I decided that I want no evil, so I voted against both.
  • Several positions (mostly for county judges) that looked like this: "(Position): Vote for one: (1) Person A. (2) Other: __________". Those ones were easy.
I thought a lot about most of the 15 positions and 19 issues that I voted on, and it ended up taking me about six hours to finish. Voting took a lot more time this time around, since I haven't been living in Oregon. I wasn't familiar with a lot of the issues, so I had to do a bunch of research on them.

I ended up voting for five democrats, three republicans, and a guy from the Pacific Green Party.

One of the republicans I voted for was Gordon Smith, the incumbent senator. I've been really impressed with his moderate, bipartisan record in Congress. It's too bad there aren't more politicians like him.

One of those democrats is probably the one that you're wondering about: I voted for Obama. (I know, I know! Heresy! A BYU student voted for Obama!) Here's some of my reasoning:
  • I've been appalled at the lack of fiscal restraint that has swept over the Republican party during the last several years, and I think that they deserve a slap on the wrist.
  • I don't think that Sarah Palin is prepared to hold high office, despite her popular looks. Can you imagine her negotiating with Vladimir Putin? It wouldn't be pretty. There's a non-zero chance that McCain will die during his term, and the thought of President Palin doesn't leave a good feeling in my stomach.
  • Obama seems to genuinely care about improving life for common Americans. While I'm economically pretty conservative, I'm rather socially liberal, so Obama and I agree on many issues.
  • Obama will do great things for our international relations. Bush and Cheney have been an absolute disaster, and we need someone who can restore our good name in the world. When I was in Europe this summer, every European I asked supported Obama. The rest of the world cares a lot about this election. They want to like the United States, but we haven't given them many reasons to do so for the past few years. Our actions have spurred anti-Americanism across the globe. I think terrorism is largely a boogeyman that has been blown out of proportion, but if we want to reduce our risk to terrorism, I think it's more valuable to quit making everyone mad than to send our military around harassing everyone we don't like.
  • I'm impressed with his energy policy, despite his stance on ethanol (see below). Energy is going to become a huge issue—perhaps the issue—over the next decade, and Obama has a much better plan than McCain to deal with it. I like the idea of an Apollo-like program to catalyze the nation into solving this immense problem, because private industry doesn't seem to be doing enough. The space program resulted in huge advantages to our economy, and I think that a similar energy-related program will also pay off.
  • I think that Obama takes a more reasoned approach to decision making. I'm a fan of leaders who think.
  • I think that Obama is a good person with good intentions.
There are also several things that I don't like about Obama:
  • He wants government to solve a lot of society's problems. I think there's a legitimate role for government, but I think his idea of its role is bigger than mine.
  • Having a democratic president and a democratic congress produces too little governmental friction. The idea of separation of powers runs deep in American government for good reason. I would prefer to have a little more tension between the executive and the legislative branches.
  • He supports ethanol, perhaps because he's from corn-rich Illinois. That's a bad idea for many reasons. It's not sustainable, it increases food prices, and the subsidies for it cause problems for agricultural exports and imports in developing countries.
  • He lied about fundraising for his campaign. He told McCain that if McCain accepted public funding, Obama would too. McCain went ahead with public funding, and Obama went back on his word. He's since been able to outspend McCain by immense margins. Not cool.
For a more detailed explanation of some of the reasons that I voted for Obama, see David Bassett's analysis.

Although I didn't get an "I Voted" sticker, thanks to the magic of technology, I'm now able to self-issue myself a virtual one:

I voted... and you should, too!