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Recent Microposts and Posts at tomwilson.com
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In the Somali language there's no P (puh) sound, so we reviewed the difference between puh and buh (B) sounds. (With puh, you can feel your breath.) The definite article (the) is another challenge for Somali learners: in Somali it's a suffix to the noun, so it's too easy to forget to use it in English.
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Rode trails from Stillwater back to Minneapolis. This leafy section, the Brown's Creek State Trail, is a former rail trail that rises slowly from Stillwater to connect with the Gateway State Trail, another leafy rail trail, that took us towards St. Paul.
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Categories: Cycle, Minnesota
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After dinner at Dock Cafe, looking out at the St. Croix River in Stillwater, we walked across the now pedestrianized lift bridge towards Wisconsin. Earlier, we checked in to Water Street Inn for the night, having cycled from our home along lovely trails.
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Categories: Cycle, Minnesota
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Me: "OK Google, add toothpaste to the shopping list." We'd like to change the wakeup words to "OK Janet"—a kind and wise Scottish housekeeper for two doctors in a 1960's BBC TV series. Unlike with Google Assistant, Janet would offer to pour a "wee dram" and toothpaste would never run out.
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Prototyping a Gantry Crane
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Finished a working prototype of the y axis of a gantry crane (the part that carries the hoist). I aimed for smooth motion, minimum parts, and maximum symmetry. Next I'll prototype the x axis. Eventually I plan to give the completed crane enough smarts to operate autonomously.
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“The World is Going Our Way”
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Reminisced with a friend while we explored the Northwest Airlines History Center. Resisted bashing the gong while improvising the "Northwest Orient (insert the sound of a gong) Airlines" jingle. Got the inside scoop from a retired pilot who flew one of my favorites, the 747-200. Click through to hear the jingle.
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Categories: Museum, Travel
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After a fasting blood draw, made up for lost time with corned beef hash and a fried egg at diminutive Al's Breakfast in Dinkytown. The transfer from the griddle to a plate in front of me was performed with a minimum of movement.
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