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First crew enters SAM

Arizona television station KGUN covers the first team entering SAM at Biosphere 2

Today the very first visiting research crew entered SAM. Five years and five months from concept to design, fund raising, construction, the Space Analog for the Moon and Mars (SAM) is now operational. This represents the single largest project I have ever undertaken, and the most diverse, creative, diligent team I have ever employed. We have built the world’s only operating, hermetically sealed and pressurized other-world habitat analog. This is something for which I am truly proud (and totally exhausted).

Inclusion I was welcomed by three television crews, two radio crews, Linda Leigh of the original Biosphere 2 mission, Executive Director of Biosphere 2 Joaquin Ruiz, Deputy Director of B2 John Adams, and more than 60 persons watching the first closure of this unique hermetically sealed, pressurized habitat. Interviews commenced at 5:00 AM and continued until 10:00 AM when one by one, Cassandra Klox, Eiman Jahangir, Bailey Burns, and Sheri Wells-Jensen entered SAM carrying their personal bins.

Read the full story at samb2.space/2023/04/27/first-crew-enters-sam/ … and the continuing story of SAM design, construction, research, and visiting teams at samb2.space/blog.

By |2023-10-28T11:56:45-04:00April 27th, 2023|Ramblings of a Researcher|Comments Off on First crew enters SAM

The hand of a dying man

When you hold the hand of a dying man,
all the days you have shared
are recounted through tears and laughter.

And in that final breath
all his stories of life and death
become yours to share with others.

We will miss you Terry …

By |2023-08-22T21:12:46-04:00March 17th, 2023|The Written|Comments Off on The hand of a dying man

Counting raindrops at Biosphere 2

Counting raindrops at Biosphere 2

My days are full, from sunrise to well after sunset. My creation of the world’s highest fidelity Mars habitat analog compels me likely nothing else since the days of Yellow Dog Linux. I am driven 80+ hours each week, save a beer, pizza, and movie each Friday night with my partner Colleen.

Today, at Biosphere 2, the rain began at noon, a light sprinkle, nothing more. Now, five hours later it beats against the window as though it could break in if it truly desired. At my computer I am catching up on email, financials, and on-online orders while two of my team members install electrical circuits in the greenhouse of SAM, our Mars habitat analog here at Biosphere 2.

I pause every few minutes to look outside and sip my hot ginger tea. While fierce and strong, the sound of rain soothes me as I have not felt for a long time. If the rain would turn to snow, the sound of flakes, while more subtle, would touch me even deeper.

By |2023-03-20T11:39:57-04:00February 21st, 2023|At Home in the Southwest|Comments Off on Counting raindrops at Biosphere 2

Leta Kruse, 1918-2023

A Celebration of Life

I am a third generation depression era survivor, the grandson of Raymond and Leta Kruse who dedicated their life’s work not to comfort or fortune, but to assurance that their children and their children’s children would have the best life possible. They lived through the Great Depression as teenagers, and that experience clearly shaped who they were and how they moved through this world. Conservative with their finances, yet incredibly generous with all they did and gave. Their faith in something greater was paramount, as a guiding light, not a source of retribution or shame. They were living examples of the Greatest Generation, those whose lives were shaped by an incredibly time of rapid change, having used horse drawn carriages as a principal means of transportation to an RV for wintering in Texas; a hand pump in the kitchen replaced by running water; a cob stove in the basement replaced by forced air ultimately heated by a geothermal pump. Landline telephones, analog mobile phones and digital cellular phones; film cameras, Polaroid instant cameras, and digital cameras; the electric range and microwave ovens; movie theaters, VHS, digital cameras and personal computers where all invented in her lifetime. My grandparents both grew up with horse drawn buggies in concert with the second decade of combustion engine transportation, and a lifetime of advances in automobile design, safety, and efficiency. While my grandmother had not been given transport in a self-driving car, she was aware of them and responded, as she often did, “What is this world coming to? Lordy! My oh my.” And with each syllable she would rap her knuckles on the arm of her reclining chair or the kitchen table.

Leta passed on January 1, 2023. Her funeral and celebration of life was held in Glidden, Iowa on her 104th birthday, January 6, sharing the day with Epiphany (coming of the magi) in the church year, which she loved. One hundred and four years. Simply incredible. While her physical body slowed, her mind remained engaged and sharp until the final few years, conversations engaging with stories of how she and my grandfather Raymond Kruse met, her husband of 67 years, her life’s work on the farm, overland travel to Canada, Alaska, across Europe, and Turkey, and more than thirty years wintering in Florida, Texas, and Arizona.

My grandmother kept a written diary in bound books for something like fifty years. Mostly brief notes that pertained to the weather, health of the crops, experiences in travel, and time with family and friends. Leta compiled many of her stories into a volume called “The Dash” which referred to the time between life and death, between 1918 and 2023.

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Grandma loved numbers and math. She wanted to be a bookkeeper or accountant, but when she and Ray elected to pursue farming, that was more than a full time job and did not allow for additional education or a second job. She was always playing with dates, addresses, —anything that added to her favorite number “7”. As if by design, the year of her death “2023” adds to “7”. And as my mother Linda (Leta’s daughter) later noted, “January 1 (her death) + January 6 (celebration of life) = 7!”

My memories of Grandma are vast, both visual and auditory. She always wore earrings, even when working on the farm. She was very much concerned with the affairs of the neighbors, members of the church which she and my grandfather helped found, and relatives whom she felt had acted in such a way as to step outside of their social bounds. She was a mother of three (Gene, Linda, Karla), gardener, and cook for a dozen men for more than two decades. She would drive a tractor, truck, and minivan; shovel snow, cut grass with a riding mower, and collect eggs from 2000 chickens before the sun rose every morning. Her call “Shee-eep! brought the sheep running as they knew they would be well fed. Her laugh was deep and her voice unique, a rhythm and style of speech that I attribute to her generation.

By |2024-11-29T13:23:32-04:00January 15th, 2023|The Written|Comments Off on Leta Kruse, 1918-2023

A fire for the ancestors

The Sonoran Desert is cooling down now. Latent heat stored in the cliffs and stones no longer replenished as the sun rises later and sets sooner, thermal energy escaping to deep space when one side of our planet hides from the sun in its own shadow. This eternal game of Sun ‘n Moon will continue until our parent star tires of the chase and swells to swallow our planet whole.

The gentle gusts that accompany autumn feel different, smell different. They invigorate the senses in a way that tingles my spine, invoking memories of dry maples leaves crunching under foot in Nebraska and the smell of apple cider, orange, cinnamon and cloves boiling on our wood burning stove. One of my most fond memories as a child is helping my father chop wood for the winter. He wore a gray sweatshirt jacket with a hood, blue jeans, and hiking boots which where rare in Nebraska where cowboy attire was the norm. He was strong and able then in his 40s, and remains so in his 80s, now chopping tree roots after a storm topples a mesquite in the otherwise impenetrable soil of the Valley of the Sun.

Tonight I lit a fire in my wood burning stove for the first time this season. I knew tonight was the night not by a calendar date nor a calculated change in temperature, rather it just felt like the right time. The satisfaction is much deeper than what my senses immediately convey, as though I am comforted at an ancestral level, a hundred generations responding to the pending winter in the very same way.

With bucket in hand I walk beneath a star lit sky to the wood pile, cut and chopped this spring and summer from the fallen, dead, and dying of seventeen acres of mesquite forest, inside of thousands more. This is a truly renewable resource and with a high efficiency stove, low in particulates too. I’ll chop more mid winter, sharing the task with my partner Colleen and visitors who may have chopped wood as a child but their city dwellings depriving them of the satisfaction of their own labor providing heat for an entire season.

I recognize that there are now too many people for all of us to heat our homes in this manner, but I made the choice to live in the wilderness, an hour from the nearest town in order to go to sleep with a fire for the ancestors, the comfort of a millennium, and a warmth that continues to glow ’till dawn.

By |2022-10-30T11:52:03-04:00October 30th, 2022|At Home in the Southwest|Comments Off on A fire for the ancestors

The River Flows

The maiden voyage of Kai’s Advanced Elements Expedition inflatable kayak on the San Pedro, with the final days of the monsoon season. The paddle was on August 28, 2022, confluence of the San Pedro and Paige Canyon; Cascabel, Arizona. The video was reposted to YouTube a year later.

By |2024-06-27T17:03:43-04:00August 28th, 2022|At Home in the Southwest|Comments Off on The River Flows

A reflection for civilization

Wilderness is the mirror for civilization. When we fragment that reflection we lose the memory of where we came from and a sense of who we’ve become.

By |2022-07-05T01:27:21-04:00July 5th, 2022|The Written|Comments Off on A reflection for civilization

A kiss good night

Stars Over Cascabel

I stood beneath the stars tonight,
and could not recall when last I received them
as something more than a single breath
and a kiss good night.

As when I was a child, this time they invoked fantasies of flight.

By |2023-03-17T10:51:13-04:00April 27th, 2022|The Written|Comments Off on A kiss good night

65 buttons

My 2019 Subaru Crosstrek is in the shop, my request that the tech attempt to learn why my milage dropped from 31-32 to 27-28 following a clearly bad tank of gas following a climbing trip to Joshua Tree, and five tanks of gas later, no recovery. My guess is a clogged fuel filter or char’d spark plugs. While I await a verdict the dealer provided me with a loaner, a recent model Subaru Ascent. This was Subaru’s questionable answer to a larger passenger vehicle. On the drive from Biosphere 2 back to my home, which I do most every weekend, I found myself frustrated beyond exhaustion by the constant barrage of lights and sounds, warnings for my coming too close to the paint on the sides of the lane, warnings for cars I am passing and cars passing me, and an on-dash animation that shows me how far I am from the car in front of me. I counted 65 illuminated buttons and dials accessible from the driver side of the vehicle. This is more than a Cesna 172 aircraft and likely comparable to a fighter jet in the US Air Force.

The goal of the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA) is valid. They want to reduce accidents year after year, and eventually bring fatalities to zero. But what doesn’t makes sense is the means by which each automobile manufacturer is allowed to implement new features with almost no consideration for human factors and the human-machine interface.

Given my BSc in Industrial Design I am keenly aware of humans factors that work, and human factors that fail miserably. The transition to LCD screens is in and of itself a tremendous contradiction in safety as the lack of tactile feedback to the driver’s fingers means that every single time the interface is addressed it demands that the driver take his or her eyes from the road to the screen. Where with physical buttons and knobs the driver quickly, usually within just a few attempts develops muscle memory for the function, position, and resistance required to actuate the button.

What’s worse, automobile manufacturers are appealing to new buyers with the same marketing strategy as those employed to sell laptops, tablets, and cell phones — bigger screen is better. But to fit 65 physical buttons into a single dash, not including the function of the LCD screen does not make sense. What’s more, the animation showing my distance from the car in front of me is drawing my attention away from the road which is the only place my eyes should be observing. I realized I was putting myself in danger for the attempts to configure the dashboard display settings to reduce the stimuli, and pulled over to work through the myriad options.

We are not suppose to look at our cell phones while driving. That makes sense. But the automobile manufacturers distract us with far more engaging graphics and information in the name of safety, then automate driving to compensate for our lack of attention behind the wheel. While these safety features are likely reducing some types of automobile accidents and automobile/pedestrian strikes, How many automobile accidents are now the result of in-dash infotainment systems?

Finally, how much of the driving experience is diminished by the constant chatter of the computer system? Do we become better drivers, or just tune-out the noise while feeling safer at the wheel? Are we in fact encouraged to be engaged in non-driving functions such as conversations, food, calls, even watching movies while driving?

According to the NHTSA 2020 report, “The U.S. Department of Transportation’s National Highway Traffic Safety Administration released its 2020 annual traffic crash data, showing that 38,824 lives were lost in traffic crashes nationwide. That number marks the highest number of fatalities since 2007. The estimated number of police-reported crashes in 2020 decreased by 22% as compared to 2019, and the estimated number of people injured declined by 17%. While the number of crashes and traffic injuries declined overall, fatal crashes increased by 6.8%. The fatality rate per 100 million vehicle miles traveled increased to 1.34, a 21% increase from 2019 and the highest since 2007.

“The 2020 crash data report also examines fatality data in key categories, as compared to 2019:
– Injured people, including occupants and nonoccupants, down significantly in most categories
– Estimated number of police-reported crashes in 2020 decreased by 22%
– Fatalities in speeding-related crashes up 17%
– Fatalities in alcohol-impaired driving crashes up 14%
– Unrestrained passenger vehicle occupant fatalities up 14%
– Motorcyclist fatalities up 11% (highest number since first data collection in 1975)
– Bicyclist fatalities up 9.2% (highest number since 1987)
– Passenger car occupant fatalities up 9%
– Fatalities in urban areas up 8.5%
– Pedestrian fatalities up 3.9% (highest number since 1989)
– Fatalities in hit-and-run crashes up 26%
– Fatalities in large-truck crashes down 1.3%

In 45% of fatal crashes, the drivers of passenger vehicles were engaged in at least one of the following risky behaviors: speeding, alcohol impairment, or not wearing a seat belt.” It seems that in the end, it remains human recklessness and speed. As I learned more than two decades ago from a mechanic in Fort Collins who retrofit passenger cars for the race track, “If Detroit installed a roll cage in every car, we’d walk away from nearly every crash, unscathed.”

By |2022-03-30T11:26:06-04:00March 27th, 2022|Critical Thinker, Humans & Technology|Comments Off on 65 buttons
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