Life Today

Another day, another mass shooting in the United States. When I was a child, I can remember fire drills. I remember tornado drills. Active shooter drills did not exist. Now they do.

Today I spent part of my work day completing a whole bunch of mandatory training. One training was on information technology security. In my opinion, the training was stupid, but then again I am more informed than others. I know not to share my password with anyone.  I know not to open unknown files. I take many precautions to protect my sensitive information, like shredding even vaguely sensitive documents. The irony of the training being that it was in fact my employer and its inadequate security that was hacked months back and allowed my personal information to be stolen. My social security number may have been compromised. My employer is now paying for credit monitoring for me. When I was in college, professors posted our social security numbers with our grades as a way to allow us to find our grades and keep them anonymous. Now, posting social security numbers wouldn’t be allowed. They are too sensitive. Because of the internet, there are things I have to worry about that I never did as a child, but I still love the internet. I don’t want to go back to life without it.

I am not one of those people who likes to talk about how things were better when they were young. I love the internet. I love my smart phone. I love my energy efficient light bulbs and appliances. I love indoor plumbing. I love that I can be and am a female engineer. I love that I live in a country with clean air and water, and I don’t have to worry if my drinking water is safe or if the food I buy is contaminated. I love that vaccines exist. A hundred years ago women couldn’t vote. Until the mid-1800s, slavery existed. So, no, I don’t want to go backwards. The world has never been perfect. We have always had violence. People have always stereotyped and hated people for stupid reasons. People have always blamed others for whatever problem. We don’t seem to be able to get rid of violence or prejudice or hatred. This makes me very sad. We have made technological progress. We have made astounding progress in medicine and public health. We have made progress in civil rights. Why can’t we make progress in ending the hatred and violence? Why must we keep killing each other?

More San Juan

I enjoyed my visit to San Juan, Puerto Rico and just need to post a few more photos from my trip. Viejo San Juan really is a lovely area to just walk around and absorb the atmosphere.

View of San Juan Bay

View of San Juan Bay

Courthouse and US Post Office

Courthouse and US Post Office

El Convento, originally a convent and now a lovely hotel

El Convento, originally a convent and now a lovely hotel

Cuartel de Ballaja

Cuartel de Ballaja

Viejo San Juan's famous blue cobblestone streets

Viejo San Juan’s famous blue cobblestone streets

Cristo Chapel, next to Parque de las Palomas

Cristo Chapel, next to Parque de las Palomas

Capital of Puerto Rico (El Capitolio de Puerto Rico)

Capital of Puerto Rico (El Capitolio de Puerto Rico)

Central dome of Capital of Puerto Rico

Central dome of Capital of Puerto Rico

Castillo San Cristobal

On my last day in Puerto Rico, I explored Castillo San Cristobal, a fort built by the Spanish to protect San Juan from attack by land. It was built between 1634 and 1790, and then the U.S. added a few concrete additions during World War II. The fort is huge and has a series of tunnels. Some of these tunnels are huge, connecting the different levels and areas of the fort, and were designed to have defensive explosives. Some of the tunnels are really small, and you have to stoop to move through them. If you ever get a chance to visit, try to get one of the ranger guided tours of the tunnels. Those tours besides being very informative, let you go inside some of the really small tunnels in which you normally aren’t allowed.

View from top level

View from top level

Old stone design

Old stone design

Upper level

Upper level

Upper level looking into courtyard

Upper level looking into courtyard

Upper level artillery foundation

Upper level artillery foundation

View from newer concrete WWII lookout

View from newer concrete WWII lookout

Entrance to small, normally inaccessible tunnel

Entrance to small, normally inaccessible tunnel

Small, normally inaccessible tunnel

Small, normally inaccessible tunnel

View from courtyard

View from lower, exterior courtyard

Entrance to lower tunnel with symbol on top warning of explosives

Entrance to lower tunnel with symbol on top warning of explosives

Inside a tunnel

Inside a tunnel

Dungeon entrance

Dungeon entrance

Courtyard with view to city through window

Courtyard with view to city through window

Main courtyard

Main courtyard

Entrance to the main tunnels

Entrance to the main tunnels

Soldiers' quarters

Soldiers’ quarters

Officers' quarters

Passageways in soldiers’ quarters

Exterior of fort

Exterior of fort

Cueva Ventana

I got to visit Cueva Ventana (Window Cave) today in Arecibo, Puerto Rico. The tour starts by walking by Pee Wee Cave, which only meets the bare minimum requirements of a cave.  You don’t go in. There is no point or room really. There is a short walk through the forest, which when I visited meant getting to see among other things a bunch of giant snails on the trees. Then you walk through cave number two, which I don’t think they actually named. The middle portion of this cave is, well, cavernous, with huge ceilings and wide walls. However the walk through it is fairly short. Then you walk down an extremely steep path to get to the actual Cueva Ventana. There are bats living in there among the limestone columns. At the end of the cave is the Ventana. It has amazing views of the Arecibo River valley. The valley is gorgeous, and you can see the mountains beyond. The tour is worth the view alone. However the caves are really neat to see also, and I love bats, so getting to hear and see them was also a highlight. Sadly while there, you can see vandalism from years past, but tourism is now helping to support security and clean up for the site.

Entrance to Cave 2

Entrance to Cave 2

Entrance to Cave 2

Entrance to Cave 2

Entrance to Cave 2, at very lower left side of dark cave area, opening on other side of cave is visible

Entrance to Cave 2, at very lower left side of dark cave area, opening on other side of cave is visible

Cave 2

Cave 2

Opening to Cave 2

Opening to Cave 2

Entrance to Cueva Ventana

Entrance to Cueva Ventana

Columns in Cueva Ventana

Columns in Cueva Ventana

Stalagmite in Cueva Ventana

Stalagmite in Cueva Ventana

Ceiling of Cueva Ventana

Ceiling of Cueva Ventana

Floor and side of Cueva Ventana

Floor and side of Cueva Ventana

Cueva Ventana's Window to Arecibo River valley

Cueva Ventana’s Window to Arecibo River valley

Arecibo River valley viewed through Cueva Ventana's Window

Arecibo River valley viewed through Cueva Ventana’s Window

Arecibo River valley viewed through Cueva Ventana's Window

Arecibo River valley viewed through Cueva Ventana’s Window

Viejo San Juan’s Colorful Buildings

I love buildings that are painted bright colors. They grab you and make you look at them. They look fun, festive, and alive. The Caribbean is famous for its colorful buildings, and Viejo San Juan has its share. Here are a few of the colorful buildings I saw in Viejo San Juan that I really liked.

Skinniest building I've ever seen

Skinniest building I’ve ever seen

Colorful houses

Colorful houses

A school

A school

Antiguo Casino

Antiguo Casino

Green building

Green building

Alcaldia (City Hall)

Alcaldia (City Hall)

Lots of balconies

Lots of balconies

All different colors

All different colors

Turquoise

Turquoise

The pink building used to be a bank

The pink building used to be a bank

Viejo San Juan

It wasn’t until I walked around Viejo (Old) San Juan, especially the perimeter of it, that I realized how it really is a walled city. El Morro guards the entrance to the bay, but the fortifications encircles the entirety of the old city. One of the few ways, and the historic way, from the sea level to the city is through La Puerta de San Juan. Walking through the La Puerta, you realize the fortification is serious fortification, as La Puerta is almost a tunnel in terms of the distance you must walk to go from the sea side to the city side. The fortification is truly impressive with the wall thickness and garitas and small openings for guards to stand ready. One modern day bonus of the fortification is that it must help protect Viejo San Juan from any hurricane storm surge. There is a promenade that follows the wall from its beginning on the bay side and ends on the ocean side of El Morro. It gives spectacular views of the fort and the water as well.

Beginning of bay side wall

Beginning of bay side wall

End of Paseo de lan Princesa

End of Paseo de lan Princesa

Bay side of El Morro

Bay side of El Morro

Garita

Garita

Bay side wall

Bay side wall

La Puerta de San Juan

La Puerta de San Juan

La Puerta de San Juan

La Puerta de San Juan

Ocean side wall

Ocean side wall

Ocean side wall

Ocean side wall

Ocean side wall with El Morro is background

Ocean side wall with El Morro is background

Iguana

While touring El Morro, I discovered that it is guarded by a platoon of iguanas. I will assume that is what they are all doing there. That, and most of them seem to be there because they know that is where there is a lot of tourists, and the iguanas like to have their photos taken. Iguanas are hams. One was posing on the top level. I took a few photos, walked away to take photos of the fort, and walked back. The iguana had moved closer to the edge and where the people were. I kneeled down and got out my macro lens, and the iguana obliged by posing to make sure its best side was shown while I took photos for several minutes. Now, I only do what the iguana clearly wanted and post its photos.

The iguana as I first encountered it, on guard duty at El Morro

The iguana as I first encountered it, on guard duty at El Morro

"The fort has enough fame, take MY photo"

“The fort has enough fame, take MY photo”

"Here let me get closer, so you can get a better photo"

“Here let me get closer, so you can get a better photo”

"Perhaps you'd like to see my other side"

“Perhaps you’d like to see my other side”

Very pretty spines

Very pretty spines

Bumps on the upper torso (I'm sure there is a scientific name)

Bumps on the upper torso (I’m sure there is a scientific name)

Beautiful face

Beautiful face

Pretty spines

Pretty spines

"But really I have no bad side"

“But really I have no bad side”

El Morro

I’m on my first visit to San Juan, Puerto Rico. Today we visited Castillo San Felipe del Morro (El Morro), a fort originally built by the Spanish to guard the entrance to San Juan Bay. The original foundation was laid in 1539, and it was modified and enlarged over 250 years. The United States then added to it during World War II. Finding out that a fort this old was modified and used during WWII surprised me. I was born long after WWII, so I forget that our military has advanced a great deal in terms of technology used since then. The fort is impressive. It has six different levels and is incredibly well built. I am impressed with those people who built it with the amount of stone and brick that must have been laid.  Currently it is maintained by the National Park Service and guarded by iguanas, who by the way like to have their photos taken.

Castillo San Felipe del Morro (El Morro)

Castillo San Felipe del Morro (El Morro)

Garita

Garita

Main level

Main level with lighthouse

Triangular staircase

Triangular staircase

View of the entrance to the bay

View of the entrance to the bay

El Morro

El Morro

Foundation for artillery

Foundation for artillery

Stairs connecting levels 3, 4, and 5

Stairs connecting levels 3, 4, and 5

Staircase from level 1 (ocean front) to level 2

Tunnel staircase from level 1 (ocean front) to level 2

Series of doorways

Series of doorways

Ramp from level 4 to 5

Ramp from level 4 to 5

Land side of El Morro

Land side of El Morro

Ocean side of El Morro

Ocean side of El Morro

 

This Toilet Given to the Glory of God

Years ago, I lived in Austin and went to a historic Episcopal church. The parish house needed major renovation, and when the parishioners were surveyed for what they wanted from the renovation, more and better bathrooms was at the top of the list. Considering how few and far between the bathrooms were, this request was predictable. Like others, I donated money to support the renovations, and the new parish house was wonderful, and the multitudes of new and bigger bathrooms were glorious and much appreciated.

My current DC area Episcopal church is also historic with a parish house needing major renovations. Once again I find myself being asked by my church to donate money to support renovations. The space is small and not used efficiently partially because the parish house is an old house. It has this tiny little ancient elevator that scares me. Also like my former church, at or near the top of everyone’s wish list is more and bigger bathrooms.

As I’ve contemplated how much money I want to and can give, I’ve also thought about what I’d like to sponsor if I had enough money to request something being acknowledged as being sponsored by me. I don’t actually know if anything in the renovations will be designated as being sponsored, but churches do that all the time with big donations. The church has brass plaques on all the pews, stained glass windows, and other items.

So I’ve thought about it just because it’s fun. The same way I think about if I died famous what would I’d like dedicated to me. I’ve already decided should I die famous that it will be written into my will that if anyone tries to name a freeway after me, my estate will sue them for defamation and pain and suffering, and I’ll come back to haunt them. A park or library would be lovely, but a freeway would be an insult.

I realized what I’d like to sponsor at my church. I want to sponsor the new toilets. I want a plaque next to a toilet that reads “This toilet donated in glory of God by GGE.” As much as the vast majority of people don’t want to think about toilets, when there are not enough, or they are not working, they are all you think about. I speak for all women when I say public places never have enough of them, and we spend too much time in line to use one. [More of my Opinions on public restroom design.] We have all sorts of euphemisms to avoid having to say the word toilet, and God forbid someone should mention the words urine or feces or urination or defecation in polite company. I’ve spent years in the lab analyzing urine and spent part of my career in wastewater treatment and conveyance. I could speak for hours on bodily human waste.

The truth is the toilet is one of the greatest inventions of all times. It effectively and efficiently takes human waste away to where it can be treated and not spread disease. Toilets prevent smelly and dangerous gases from the waste from coming inside. Humans no longer walk outside avoiding streams of human waste and falls from above from people emptying their chamber pots. Because of toilets and sanitary sewers and treatment plants, most of us do not have to worry about cholera, typhoid, Guinea worm, and many other diseases.

Be thankful that you have a toilet. When my church’s renovations are over, I know all the members of the parish will be grateful we have more of them.

“These toilets given to the glory of God and in appreciation of the past, present, and future people who ensure bodily human waste is removed from this premises and properly treated, by an environmental engineer who understands a toilet’s importance.”

Milkweed Beauty

I went on a road trip with four friends. Three of those friends, like myself, are photography geeks. We had an absurd amount of camera gear with us. As part of our road trip, we went to Fort Necessity National Park. There we are looking at this historic site, and the four photographers become obsessed with some milkweed seed pods. They are so cool though! Without further ado, some of my photos of the milkweed seed pods.

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed

Milkweed