About dave1y

Dave Oney was born mid last century in Middlebury, Vermont. He received his BS in Chemistry and worked as a polymer chemist in Massachusetts and New Jersey. He became a microscopist (someone who studies little bitty things using a microscope) and photomicrographer (someone who photographs little bitty things) before settling into a 35-year career in technical sales of scientific imaging equipment (the science of digitally recording itty bitty things, sending the image to a computer for analysis.) He designed and created a number of products contributing to this field. He is (was) proficient in several computer languages and is currently working on mastering English. After making a few more paradigm shift career changes Dave and his wife, Fran, retired and moved closer to their children and granddaughters and now live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas.

I Love Coffee, I Love…

Yesterday I flew to Seattle to attend the opening of Novus Coffee Importers new facility. Neil organized a coffee cupping (tasting) event during the afternoon with a party starting after work hours.

For those not in the know, think me, yesterday morning, coffee cupping is as much science as art. Specific quantities of coffee are ground to exacting specification, then added to small cups, which are about the size of a good coffee mug.

The aroma of the ground coffee is then assessed, after which, a specific amount of water at a specific temperature is added to each cup.

After 4 minutes participants use their cupping spoon to stir the coffee three times, with a gentle back and forth motion to break the crust on the top of the coffee. The back of the spoon is then sniffed, noting any characteristics aromas. In about 15 minutes, after the coffee has cooled, two spoons are used to skim the floating crust from each cup. The cups are now ready for the cupping.

Each participant uses their spoon to take a small sample from one of the cups. With a strong slurp both coffee and air are sucked into the mouth, noting flavors and aroma. An optional spit cup can be used to keep the participant from getting too wired.

For those in “the know,” which means those who know what they are doing, a cupping sheet is available to record the flavors and aromas found in each coffee. My level of expertise is to indicate “I like it” and “I don’t like it” and finally, “Yup, that tastes exactly like coffee.”

Cupping at Novus Coffee Importers was interesting, educational and entertaining. The staff are incredibly knowledgeable, with experts from every aspect of the coffee industry.


The Time Temple

We were visiting friends in South Florida for Passover and decided as we lived so close to Douglas High School for so long, and still had an affinity for the area, we would stop by The Time Temple, a place of quiet contemplation, reflection and memory for the 17 plus 2 lives lost in that horrible, senseless act February 14, 2018.

Walking through the temple, in silence, was reminiscent of visiting the Vietnam memorial in Washington, D.C. There is just something about the names, messages and reason for existence of these memorials that evoke such powerful emotions that words just fail.

The artist/creator, David Best, said that what he made is no more than a pretty shape. It’s the individual’s job to come and put in their personal thoughts, their faith, their hopes and their anger. When that burns down, the hope is that some of their grief and anguish go up in smoke too.

I added two phrases, neither my words, to two pillars of the temple:

“I leave the light on,” forever. (I added that word.) Beth Hart

“And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love
cannot be killed or swept aside.” Lin-Manuel Miranda

Trains and Planes and Automobiles, less the trains and planes

Yesterday we joined a several friends for a visit to the California Automobile Museum, located on Front Street in Sacramento. This museum is a gem “hidden” a half mile south of Old Sac. I put quote around hidden because without our GPS map I doubt we could have found it. With all the one-way streets in Sacramento this is one time where three wrongs don’t make a right, but three rights make a left.

BD9DC351-9AF0-43C6-B9B3-73B4A0CC2293The museum showcases the old and new in well arranged displays. My personal favorite cars were the red 1985 Ferrari 308 GTS (Magnum’s car), 1931 Ford Model A Deluxe Roadster, and 1947 MG-TC (my neighbors car while growing up in Middlebury.) We took part in a scavenger hunt to identify cars with specific details, e.g. “non-skid tires,” “bird on the front,” “made by Walt.” We found them all, with a little help from the docent, who also told us once a month, weather permitting, they take people on rides up through Old Sac in one of their convertibles. What fun!

The California Automobile Museum is well worth the short drive.

The museum isn’t heated. If you go in the winter, take a coat. If you go in the summer go minimalist, it will be hot. Here is another hint, to find it without a GPS go to Old Sac and head south on Front Street. They have free onsite parking, with is a nice touch.

After the museum we stopped at the Delta King for a very nice lunch, it wasn’t their problem I ate too much. We were lucky and found a parking spot on Front Street across from the paddlewheeler hotel/bar/restaurant. There is a public parking garage a block further down the street for the unlucky ones in our group.

Old Sac was pretty busy, the results of a nice, not rainy, Sunday afternoon. Even with the crowds it is always fun to go walk the old west boardwalk and peek into the tourist trap stores. There are some good restaurants and bars along the boardwalk that always promise a good time.

Aloha – December 2018

Well, we find ourselves back in Hawai’i for the second time this  year, same resort and almost the same room. That’s fine with us, we have no where near exhausted the opportunities on the Big Island. With each trip we find more interesting, educational and just plain fun sights, trips and people.

We arrived Sunday morning, just after breakfast, so we went to lunch instead. We wanted to try Kona Brewing, a microbrew pub in Kona.  If I remember correctly, and I probably don’t, we couldn’t get in last trip. Dawdling slightly we had an early lunch and an excellent porter not too long before noon, but hey, its vacation.

Monday morning found us at the pool. We had lunch in our cabana and aside from winds gusting to 50 mph, it was an excellent day. Actually, the wind added to the entertainment as the lounge chairs kept blowing across the pool area keeping the attendants hopping.

Monday night we returned to Kona for dinner on a balcony overlooking the Pacific to enjoy a beautiful sunset. Foster’s Kitchen was mentioned in a NYT article we saw and definitely lived up to the hype.  Everyone, starting with the reservationist, and continuing  to the hostess and waitress was perfectly Hawaiian, welcoming and friendly.

Tuesday we were back at the pool and a short walk to and along the beach. The winds lessened overnight and the pool was perfect. We opted to not take a cabana as we were going on a tour that afternoon. The pool attendants greeted us as if we were old friends. Let me rephrase that, long time friends.

At 2:20 we met Jeff, our tour guide/driver/waiter/masseur, and headed out to Mauna Kea. Fran booked a small group tour with Hawaii Forest and Trail for their Mauna Kea Summit and Stars Small-Group Adventure Tour. Jeff stopped in Waikoloa to pick up our pre-ordered dinners at Island Lava Java and headed up, and I mean up. Our Waikoloa resort is only 0 feet above sea level. Jeff told us we would stop at an abandoned sheep shearing station where the tour company had an arrangement with the government to erect a dining tent for their exclusive use.

Jeff efficiently served dinner in the tent. The stop also gave us a chance to acclimate to the altitude. Dinner was served at about 6800 feet above sea level, or half way up Mauna Kea.

After our early dinner we headed out and up. Right after the Visitor Center the paved road ends and only 4 wheel drive vehicles are allowed to the summit. Luckily, our super Mercedes is so equipped. Actually it is 6 wheel drive as the rear wheels are double. The washboard dirt road provided Jeff’s promised massage. The dirt road is about 4.5 miles long, then turns back to pavement. Jeff explained this is due to either dust control, so the mirrors of the telescopes don’t get dirty, OR the dirt road reduces crowd control. Both explanations seemed very plausible, although Ginny, the woman seated next to me, Fran and I thought crowd control was most likely.

Very Large Baseline Array Radio Telescope

We were running ahead of schedule so Jeff took a 5 minute side trip to one of the VLBA telescopes. This is remote controlled telescope, from Socorra, NM., is etworked together to form the largest (Very Large Baseline Array) radio telescope.

Subaru and Keck Observatories

The observatories lie at 13,796 feet above sea level. The mountain of Mauna Kea actually starts 19,700 feel below sea level making this mountain the highest in the world at 33,500 feet, nearly a mile higher that Everest. Do you know how cold it is at 13,796 above sea level? I can tell you, it’s cold. The wind chill is -55 deg F. Wind chill is a measure of how fast your body loses heat.

Piko or sacred shrine on Mauna Kea

Jeff provided parkas for everyone and gloves for anyone who wanted them. I would have taken them but then I couldn’t use my iPhone to take pictures. Having never used my iPhone in cold weather I had no idea the battery would drop from 87% to 3% in a few minutes. The battery didn’t actually die, its just the lithium ion batter doesn’t operate at extremely low temperature, and it was extreme. My spare battery, which I luckily kept in my pants pocket, charged the phone back up to 20% to allow a few more pictures but then it too stopped functioning. We went from 85 deg at our resort to -55 deg at the summit. Amazing.

Sunset Mauna Kea

After sunset, Jeff drove us down to a parking area, out of the wind, on the leeward side of the mountain, thank you Jeff! He set up a Celestron telescope for us to view stars, planets, comets and the moon. I am not sure how big the telescope was, but I would guess somewhere between 8″ and 10″ diameter. For the first time I saw the Andromeda galaxy, the body (although hazy) of a comet, and the Orion Nebula. For the second time I saw the rings of Saturn, although a little fuzzy. It was near the western horizon and we had to look through a lot of atmosphere. The most amazing sight to me was the Milky Way. Of course, every time you look toward the stars you are seeing the Milky Way, unless you happen to see Andromeda. I have seen the Milky Way on dark cold nights in Vermont and it was beautiful, but at 13,796 feet with 6% humidity, the sky was absolutely pristine and the view was outstanding. If you have ever seen photographs of the sky showing the gaseous background of the Milky Way, THAT is what we saw.

On the ride back down the mountain, I mentioned to Fran this was one of the two best tours I have been on in our travels. (America’s Cup racing yacht sailing, in Cozumel, was the other.)

Wednesday, guess what? Pool time until 11, then off to Merriman’s in Waimea for lunch. Peter Merriman created the first of his award winning restaurants 25 years ago and emphasizes local sourcing to support local farmers and fishermen.

We had fish tacos and a fish sandwich. Both delicious. A different style from Coconuts Fish Cafe, which remain our favorite, but until they come to the Big Island, Merriman’s will do very nicely.

After lunch we drove north, through a light rain on Hwy 250, the Kohala Mountain Road.

This is a beautiful, rural, drive that leads towards Hali on the north shore of Hawai’i. To call any road on the Big Island “rural” is almost redundant, but when there is a house every mile or two, this was truly rural. It was also very well maintained and an easy drive.

In Kapaau we turned right, past the statue of King Kamekameha and then turned left towards a county park on the shore.

With only a truck or two in the parking lot, we had the place to ourselves and it was beautiful. The wind was blowing and surf was high.

Less than an hour’s drive later we were back “home” in Waikoloa for dinner at the Lava Lava Beach Club, located right next to our resort. We wish we had ventured over here before. Loud and lively, great food and very nice people. Maybe the best guitarist/vocalist we heard so far. I cannot imagine why this beautiful island attracts the best and most talented people. There must be a reason. Hmmmmm.

At 5:30 the wait for a table was more than an hour so we elected to sit at a “first come” two sided bar opposite a couple from Denver. We compared our activities over our two perfect hamburgers and their fries. They wanted the Volcano Fries but were there just after happy hour, the only time those fries are available.

Check out at 10 this morning. The resort offered us a complementary hour, until 11 am, then off to the airport for a 5:20 flight. The airport is only 30 minutes away so we decided to rent one of the pool cabanas for the day. The rental fee included two Mai Tais. “Breakfast” Mai Tais, well, it is the last day of vacation. It turned out we weren’t limited to Mai Tais. Margaritaville here we come. Maybe a cheeseburger in paradise for lunch.

We occupied our cabana from around 8:00 and kept it through checkout and left for the airport at 2:00. The Kona airport is interesting. The concourses and waiting areas are all outside. This if fine if it isn’t blistering hot, unusually cold or a pounding rain, and it wasn’t .

Home and Rosie tomorrow. Can’t wait!

Boo at The Zoo

Do you have any idea how long it has been since Fran and I accompanied a child Trick or Treating, at least one old enough to know they are Trick or Treating?  Today was Boo at the Zoo (Sacramento Zoo, that is.) Grace was in her beautiful princess persona while Vivian was in her nap and Daddy-hold-me mode.

The zoo was filled with pirates, princesses, super humans, Star Wars characters, Harry Potters, unicorns, dinosaurs, pixies, ghosts and skeletons. What fun! What a safe family environment. Kudos for the zoo for conducting a wonderful event for children both small and large enough to resemble parents (and grand parents.) A number of sponsors were present to hand out candy to all the little costumed characters.

The lion was pacing in the front of his enclosure while the snow leopard was lounging on his rocks.

Speaking of rocks, Grace was too small to go up the climbing wall, but really wanted Daddy to climb all the way to the top. (Her hero made it in just about a minute.)


California Archives Speaker Series

Apparently, respite is actually available from our adversarial, political, media-drenched atmosphere, if you look. Little gems of culture and civilization are available everywhere, if you look. Alternatively, if you have friends who look, and are willing to share, you too can participate in these local diamonds in the dust.

We accepted a friends’ invitation to join them for a lecture at the California Archives Speaker Series featuring Michael Troyan, author of: “Twentieth Century Fox: A Century of Entertainment.” In addition to being an author, Mr. Troyan is an archivist, not to be image_562258579460525confused with an anarchist. Mentally form your image of an archivist, and fade it into that memory section of your brain reserved for erroneous pre-conceptions. Exchange that image for an enthusiastic, energetic person with access to deep wells of history and the ability to present that information with detail, humor and a personal sense of amazement. Michael’s love of history, the movie entertainment industry, and perhaps even more so, the people he met and interviewed during the course of writing this book becomes apparent as he speaks. If you ever have the opportunity to attend Michael’s presentation, take it. If no one invites you to attend, go look for it. It will be well worth your time and effort.

image_562258788060679The California State Archives Speaker Series presents programs three or four times a year. Among others, past presentations included, “Levi Strauss: The Man Who Gave Blue Jeans to the World”, “Drought, Water Law, and the Origins of California’s Central Valley Project”, “John Muir and the Big Trees” and “Arabian Dreams in the American Desert: The Cultivation of Middle Eastern Fantasies in California’s Coachella Valley”.

Visit and bookmark the Archives website and add future California State Archives Speakers Series events to your calendar, then look at it.

Spookomotive Train Ride

October 13, 2018

There are alway fun events in Oldtown Sacramento (OldSac.) Today it was the 2E749F5A-947E-4787-A157-314825E8CB6ASpookomotive Train Ride for Halloween. Kids were encouraged to dress up as pirates and princesses. Ours decided princessi (My plural of princess. I can’t help it, I am a scientist after all.) would be the most fun. (Pirates can be scary.) We boarded the Spookomotive at the rail yards at the Railroad Museum in OldSac. (By the way, if you haven’t been there, this is a fantastic museum, more than worth the price of admission.)

Frances had purchased tickets online so we could bypass the ticket office and go directly to wait in line to board, once properly dressed and coiffed, of course. You know, those old steam engines were really, really big. We, however, boarded a Diesel powered train,  as was pointed out by a 3 year old pirate in front of us in line.

We were able to find eight seats together and after a short delay were on our way. During our ride, we were accosted by one bad pirate and saved by one good one. Ultimately, the good pirate was able to convince the bad one to mend his ways and near the end of the trip he came through each car and apologized for his boorish (my word, not his) behavior. The damage was done for Princess Grace, however. If she had Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak, she would have used it for the return trip.

The Princessi Grace and Vivian held court in our end of the railroad car and enjoyed the sights as we travelled along the Sacramento River. There were plenty of boats and a few large yachts on the river for an unusually warm October outing. Grace was regal and enjoyed the attention with aplomb. Vivian was, well, ummm, sorry but unperturbed and plump.3F8F15A0-5189-4C2A-B628-57C0F29DB6CE

BUT everyone, pirates, princessi, moms, dads and greats all gots cookies!!

The Spookomotive train ride is a wonderful family adventure. After being assured there would be no pirates present, Grace said she would love to to on the Polar Express around Christmas time. Can’t wait!