I had a fantastic class with the beginners’ section of the Boot Camp I’m doing this week. We had a small group (unlike the damn advanced class which is completely filled to the gills) .
The beginners’ class actually had a decent ratio of women to men- something like 1/3 of the class were women. Usually the ratio is something like 1 woman to 29 men, or 0:30, or something equally bad. The equipment section of the class was pretty much dominated (in a good way) by a woman with multiple sclerosis who used to be a plumber and directed the proceedings with skill.
There were also a pile of guys from the Alternative Fuels class at Santa Rosa Junior College- I’ve met their teacher, Mark Armstrong, in the distant past, and he regaled us with stories about bad fuel of all types, rescues of people with Bay Area Biofuels goo stuck on their fuel filters, and assorted other technical fun and games. Another woman in the class used to be one of the BABF customers, and didn’t have any problems on the same crappy fuel, which meant that we got to really delve into what can or can’t (probably) happen with quality/offspec fuel and your vehicle, which is a major interest of mine these days. It was great having several people who’d experienced this stuff first-hand to illustrate the points I was trying to make.
We had a Fuelmeister owner who in some ways was right down there with the total beginners (scary) since the FM folks sell you such an atrocious understanding of the science of biodiesel along with their overpriced piece of crap machine. We set him straight.
We had a friend of Anton’s- Anton Berteaux is a moderator of our local NorCal biodiesel list, Burnveggies, and he’s a total caveman as far as his biodiesel production technique, doing things that he learned ‘from the bad old days’. He’s the infamous ‘dangle a heating element wired to a cut-off extension cord’ method of heating oil, works with an open reactor, etc. When we discussed this in class (anton’s friend knew better than to do these things of course) Anton became some what of the butt of the safety jokes. Sorry, friend Anton.
I got another sample of Bay Area Biofuels goo dregs for my offspec fuel project- the stuff is cloudy and has white things floating in it. I was really excited to meet a woman from Marin who’s organizing a couple of interesting eco events I’d like to present/table at- I usually don’t get excited about Earth Day type events, or music-festivals-with-informational-tabling anymore, but she’s got a really unique new perspective on organizing events that fits into my vision of useful Skillshares and so forth.
Changes:
This week is a rush of elation and feelings of change. I just got done with a semi-revision of the book last week, which has been consuming all of my remaining brainpower for the past two months. I’m caught up on many of the most pressing backlogged emails. I’d been organizing this beekeeping gettogether and it happened successfully last week, so that’s not on my plate anymore either. It’s weird not having to work on the computer all of a sudden. All of this coincides with the end of the weird mercury chelation backfire and of my getting my energy back.
Exiting the world of Book Editing coincided with another change that compounds the feeling that I’ve rejoined the Outside World and am no longer focused only on things at my desk and inside my house - The Boyfriend took off for Africa for a few weeks (for work) on the day I got done with The Book, which sharply delineated the cut-off point between my ‘month off’ at home in January, and the start of a whole new life of actually getting outside the house this week, having to see other people in order to feel social, etc. I
was just mentally climbing out of my computer when he was starting to mentally climb into his suitcases for the trip- I suddenly had free time and he was slave to the schedule all of a sudden. And I’ve had this feeling that I’m back in the physical world after my Book Editing Hell experience, and I barely remember how to function in the real world now.
Down the street, two of the Biofuel Oasis ladies are having their own Intensive Course (a class on how to start a biodiesel filling station). We talked quite a bit before their class, when I was starting prep for Mark’s Week In Hell. It’s a weird comforting feeling that this teaching thing, and the organizing stress of it, is going on elsewhere in my neighborhood at the same time. It’s an antidote to that feeling of not having enough peers that I sometimes experience.
Today was recovery day- man, do I love to sleep in my amazingly comfy bed and boy am I in love with white down comforters and whomever invented them. Tonight began what’s known as Mark’s Week In Hell- I have a huge amount of prep to do for the advanced class this weekend, as folks are coming from way out of town for it. I have a large stack of new lab equipment to get running, and a bunch of welding up of things to do before the weekend.
I’m going to do some major work on the processor trailer- there’s room to get it into the shop this week, so I’m painting and re-decking it in time for the class. It rotted pretty heavily on the Rustbucket Tour of 2004. I’ve got some major replumbing of a system to do for the latest and greatest Appleseed system.
Since I’ve been sick and inured for the past year (luckily the hand injury finally went away), I’ve really ‘lost it’ as far as basic strength and stamina goes, which really affects things when it comes to working in the shop. I’ve never, ever experienced strength inadequacies before.
It gets tiring to go move things around or unload my truck after class. My muscles have simply atrophied in the past couple of years, I gained a lot of weight, and for the past year I haven’t done much welding or muscling around of heavy stuff. I can’t do pull-ups anymore at all, which is really alarming as I’ve always thought of myself as very athletic.
I used to say, when people asked me how I as a fairly small woman can do construction, that “I’ve never met a board I couldn’t lift"- as there’s nothing in renovation carpentry that requires huge muscles. It’s really disturbing to suddenly encounter a world I can’t lift. I am finally feeling well enough to go to the gym again- my motivation has certainly returned as I’ve been feeling better the last week or so.
I’ve got visitors this week/weekend- Specnaz is coming from out of town as are several other biodieselers I know from the conferences or from my travels.
I’m trying to find housing for someone coming to the Advanced Class, we’re trying to talk Graydon Blair into coming to town for part of the Advanced Class as he’s in California briefly, I’m writing up a proposal for farm plant stuff, trying to wrangle the dates of my spring tour. I’m trying to keep up with some of my old friends whom I’ve been neglecting- my best friend is heading to Palestine with his ex-South African girlfriend, to start shooting a documentary about Israeli apartheid, and we had to catch up before they take off for the impending war zone in the region.
Somewhere in the midst of this I’m supposed to move- our house is on the market, will probably sell while I"m out of town, and Jennifer Radtke and her roommate/landlord asked me to move in to their mini-urban-ranch near my shop.
After the class on Sunday I hung out with one of the Oasis ladies and tried to convince her to come work on her homebrew processor at my shop while I work on the trailer, then made my way to a hot tub party thrown by people I don’t know- I’m on Tribe, a social networking site- think Myspace but for freaks/hippies/Burning Man folks- and the monthly hot tub soak party is kind of a tradition that networks through that site. Climbing into a super-deep hot tub full of warm water and interesting chatty strangers was a great way to get biodiesel off my mind right after the class.
There were some serious talkers at the party and I used my super ninja warrior mind skills to get them to talk about themselves so much that no one asked me what I do for a living. It’s not like I was being a wallflower- I gave quite a good impression of being a funny, outgoing person- but I managed to change the subject every time people started asking me about myself. Its a successful social evening when biodiesel never comes up. Jennifer Radtke would be so jealous if she knew what I just did.
I think I’m really good at becoming invisible when there’s a talker around and I, for some reason, don’t want to talk about biodiesel. Evasion maneuvers. Tom was amazed once when he witnessed a long conversation where a guy kept trying to ask me about myself and my motivation and my projects, and I kept redirecting the conversation. The guy with all the biodiesel questions for me would get out on tangents talking all about HIS own interests in biodiesel- and I managed to duck out of all of his questions about what it is that I do in it just by redirecting the conversation to him. Psychology is fun).
I got home and wrote more proposal, and more class advertising, and, and, and… It’s insane how much I did in the past 24 hours. My to-do list is just as varied as my to-done list this week.