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Building a Greenland skin-on-frame kayak has been a dream of mine for 20 years. When that dream became a reality this last February it came with an unexpected surprise—it came with my mom. I was trying to drum up interest in a class scheduled to be taught by Brian Schulz of Cape Falcon Kayak in Port Townsend in mid February, promoting the event on Facebook and school mailing lists when I got a call from my mom (Judy) saying she thought it sounded great and had signed up! I am going to be rounding the "big five-O" myself this spring, so you can imagine that I was pleasantly surprised to learn that this was something my mother was interested in doing. It turned out to be one of the most awesome weeks of working side by side and experience sharing that you can imagine. We started with 2 pre-cut gunwales and over seven furious days created finished and outfitted sea kayaks, all tenoned, pegged and lashed—no screws, nails or glue.

Photo by Brian Schulz

Our boats are beautiful; my mom built Brian's F1 design, a shorter (14 ft.) more versatile kayak that would be as at home in ocean surf as it would be in the flatter waters where it will likely be used, I built a replica of a West Greenland hunting kayak catalogued in 1931 (Canadian Museum Civilization catalog no. IV-A-375, known as the '31 Disko Bay) that seduced me with its beautiful lines and sense of history. Each finished kayak weighs only 27 pounds, something that makes this a particularly great boat for my mom as she can easily sling it around by herself.

Below are photos (a combination of my mom's and mine) and time lapse video (shot with iPhone and Timelapse.app) from the class. If you think this might be something you would like to do sometime I cannot say enough good things about our teacher Brian.

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10 January, 2012

Randall L. Stephenson
Chairman and Chief Executive Officer
AT&T Inc
Dallas, Texas

Dear Mr Stephenson:

I am writing this letter to you as a long-time AT&T customer to make some suggestions as to what you could do to make me feel more like a valued customer and less like an exploited one – in other words, what you can do to keep my business.

My wife and I both have iPhones on AT&T 200MB data plans. Although we use our phone's data similarly and are more often than not accessing data services through WIFI, for reasons I have not been able to understand I use my data at a rate about 3 times as fast as my wife. More than a few times I have exceeded my 200MB allowance and have been charged for a second 200MB in the waining days of our billing cycle. Sometimes I have only a day or 2 of use of this second data purchase before it is lost to a new billing cycle. It feels a lot like paying for dessert only to have your plate cleared after the first bite, without being given the option of taking your leftovers home in a doggy bag.

This is how data plan(s) would work in a world where carriers valued and wanted to be fair with their customers*:

1. On a family plan, data should work just as call minutes do – our 400MB (200MB + 200MB) should have to be completely used up before we are charged for any additional data. If I have used 200MB and my wife has only used 50MB, then I should simply start using the balance left on our net allowance rather than be charged for another 200MB.
2. Data should roll over just as call minutes do. If we end the month having used 300 of our (combined) 400MB, the next month we should start with 500MB. We paid for it, it should be ours to use completely — there is no justification for the expiration of purchased data. If we exceed the 400MB during the billing cycle and are charged for an additional 200MB, then whatever amount of that 200MB is unused at the end of the cycle should roll over.
3. When we exceed our monthly data allotment any overage should be billed at a reasonable per MB rate instead of forcing us to pay for double what we estimated should be enough.

These are not outlandish things to ask for, in fact they take their direction from what has already been set out as fair and competitive ways of charging for and using our call minutes. It is time to bring the same even-handedness to data. I plan on publishing this as an open letter in hopes that other AT&T customers will join my voice in demanding fairer, more reasonable treatment regarding data plans.

Respectfully,
Thomas Twigg
Kingston, Washington

*Ours are the 200MB/mo. plans but these points should apply to any level of data commitment.

Fun in the sun and snow at Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park. A few families from Kingston made a group outing to snowshoe and sled, what a great time! And actually, once you move away from the ridge the wind is not bad at all. You can see the slideshow full size here.

iPhone photo shown a little Photoshop love.

I went out for an afternoon paddle yesterday, went farther than I was planning, stopped to take a couple phone calls (yeah, I know) and got caught by that ever earlier November night. I was pointing myself towards a light at the head of the bay, expecting it to be the streetlight over the entrance to the park next door (where I launch from), but as I got closer I was surprised to see that it was my house—living room lit up and shining through the trees that was guiding me home. Cool.

Here is a little public service message on the 7th anniversary of the accident that changed my vision (and life) forever. Please throw your bungie cords away.

On October 4, 2004, I was securing a load in a borrowed trailer to haul some junk to the Anchorage transfer station when a tautly stretched bungie cord came loose. I neither saw or heard it, I just felt an impact as my right eye was torn apart. If I hadn't been wearing glasses that had absorbed some of the force as the lens shattered I would have certainly lost my eye (if you wear them, pay for polycarbonate lenses) . As it was, it took a skilled surgeon 4 hours and 22 stitches to put my eye back together—although it was now missing a lens and most of the iris and a year later I would discover that a fragment of my old glasses was left behind.

My eye in the days following the accident. Take away the bruising and it still looks more or less the same.

Over the course of the next 3 years I would have 3 more surgeries, eventually restoring a remarkable amount of vision (thanks in large part to the generosity of an organ donor and a hospital that bought an expensive German made fixed-opening lens that the FDA still deemed experimental). I am truly lucky, if you look at it the right way. But it still sucks, and I don't want it to happen to you. In bright light I have to close it, in dim light everything goes grey—the rest of the time it adds an element of blur that I try to ignore. My peripheral vision is not what it could be. So throw away your bungie cords and spend a few bucks on some good straps. And be an organ donor, it is good karma.

Until next year,
-Tom

We were given the opportunity to visit my dad, mom and sister's family in northern Michigan earlier in August. Time with faraway family is always special, but so is spending time in the favorite spots of my youth—some are virtually so unchanged it feels like time travel.

The Frankfort lighthouse, public beach and Lake Michigan are beautiful spots no matter where you've traveled and what sights you've seen.

Watch this, then watch the other 2, it will be the best 3 minutes you wasted today.

Always creating, always exploring. It is fun to watch and marvel at. When did I lose that in myself?

Rowan on the dock in Sooke, Vancouver Island, BC. The craft he and his cousin built on the beach did not support them (this time), but it was great fun trying.

Love/worry/pride/sacrifice/joy/fear/hope — the longer I am a parent myself the better I understand and appreciate my own parents.

Letters found while searching a stretch of Whidbey Island beach with McKenna's help.

Over the last three years we have had so many special times at my in-law's "cabin" on the beach at Whidbey Island ... beach walks, tide pool exploring, fort and raft building, quiet times, times shared with family and friends, time with books, creative times, kite flying, kayaking, time around a bon fire — time untethered, and always time to make images. We just learned it will be sold at the end of the summer, a casualty of challenging times. We will miss it but are grateful for all the good times we had and the memories we will keep.

Thank you Keith and Nola, for sharing this wonderful place with us.