Just made my connecting bus. While waiting lots of repacking and getting pestered by security. They thought I was loitering. I just wasn’t very mobile. dragging my bag to and from the handicap launch pad for the final push of the day.. Could barely get it off the ground because of muscle failure. There was a food pantry right at the place the bus driver dropped me off at. He said they will help. I saw pumpkin pie in a can and pie crest. Grabbed it and took out my Gerber and stabbed the top of the can a bunch times until I could pour the pumpkin filling out onto the pie crust. Scarffed it down. Found a spot near by to hang my hammock about 60 feet from where my bag was parked. Setup camp making four trips from my bag to the trees. Missing my microcontroller gear i had to digest that it was stolen. Even though i only took my eyes of it for a few seconds. I shouldn’t need what was in it for survival. But lost a few hundred dollars worth of electronic controllers battery packs, sensors, motors, remotes, blue tooth IC and much more. I hope the business where i got my purchases from will help me replenish it. This was the starting build of my electronic portable kit. Ill build it better next time. 😦
Bag loaded by handicap ramp
i still have gold panning gear, rock hounding gear, swimming gear, fishing gear. I’m still very excited to move forward.
The first bus of the day i seemed to have missed by about a minute. First attempt to put on the bag I fell over. The first block felt like walking multiple miles. i remember the last two blocks were so undecided I didn’t think I could make it but I’ve been trained well so i put on my diabetic Ceasars face and moved and fell on every fence and rested on every trash can i could find. I couldn’t rest on any lower of fear I’d never get my bag up again. If I fallen on the short walk I’d probably need to call a friend for help… I thought dang I’m good. I’m amazing but still missed it by about two minutes even though i left 15 minutes early. Huffing and puffing a second bag slung over my neck and another bag in one hand and electronics in cardboard box in the other. I was thinking dang it my shoe laces could have been shortened to cut off a gram or other things that added to weight, including labels. Soon after, I realized my bus had one more dispatch to Mills City, and I had four more chances to get to it. I wavered and resubmitted to commit to the journey . There was a brick wall for me to rest my bag on. I can not backpack it from the ground. I need to get it at least two feet above the ground to be able to shoulder it. While waiting an hour to bus from Hines st to transit, the bag was repacked, and I pour most of my last liter of water out. Can’t carry anyone water yet or very little. Relieved when I found a day bag of food packed near the top holding power bars. of the I Just made my connecting bus.
Backpack on brick wall weighting for bus to transit center. 0.3 Mile hikeBelt to help me stand. When i sat down I was barely on the seat. And heard a big crunch. Turns out I snapped my fishing reel.Transit waiting for connecting bus to Mills City
Remember what initially made this push contributes to all of the chain reactions afterwards. When my ex-wife made the decision that would effect my entire life I was incapable of gathering my belongings. I remember the event as clear as day still to this moment. She is Chinese and in her culture she stated you are not a true Beijing person unless you have gone to jail. Remember how abusive she was to my ex-stepdaughter who I miss dearly today along with abusing me I am still awestruck to this day how things turned out. I remember thinking and being told by my mother that she was going to get me in trouble someday and it turned out to be right. She worked in the Chinese military and part of her job was stated,” The Art of Deception”. I usually struggled with trusting her therefore we never had any children of our own. I really wanted to be a dad, but she made me feel uncomfortable bringing another child into this world. I believe the date was March 6th 2022 when she punched me repeatedly and as I went to turn away she hit me in my right collar bone spraining her thumb and mentioning it to me, which I suggested ice and ibuprophen. The police were always harassing me in this neighborhood Beaverton, OR Washington Co. We lived above a marijuana shop that had been broke in more than once so police seemed to be stopping by at any disturbance. The police officer called her and she made up a story about how she hurt her thumb. Turns out the noise disturbance later was stated in court by a witness hearing the noise disturbance found that plumbers across the street were making noises with there tools. With this noise and her ease of lying she made a decision that lead to our divorce. I was walking my two malamute dogs the next morning when I was arrested on probably cause.
I fought the case and went to trial hoping in my heart she would come fourth and tell the truth, but it was heard she had been threatened if her story changed she would be in big trouble. Remembering her fear of getting her child taken away by the child’s biological father if she was deported to China or ever went back the incentive to keep the false narrative over valuing our relationship other weighed me. I was heart broken at trial. It seemed she tried to tell the truth, but eventually the radical prosecutor(feeling) got her way. I was punished severely as I stood up for myself and with the (feeling) gross negligence of the public defender (“,feeling”public pretender) attorney the bais judge (feeling(, corrupt police enforcement (feeling) and unconstitutional court room (feeling) I was convicted of the first crime ever in my entire life. They throw the book at me. I got no second chances. None of my family members believed it would happen as we were all literally dumbstruck. Many of the family members did not support me during this time and I haven’t talked to them since, which brings many mixed emotions. I lost everything. I lost my dogs, my ball python vanished, car was stolen and the police who confiscated my phone which had exculpatory evidence on it had lost my phone. Not only was some of the evidence falsely represented, but anything that would help me seemed to be missing in the day of judge of what I call the court rooms door to satan’s army. During this process my mother had took what she thought was mine and throw it in a storage room in Beaverton.
About 4 months ago I cleared out this storage room taking weeks to reorganize it. The chains of my past being tied to this disgusting county were now somewhat separated and I had felt relieved I would never have to go back there again. I moved to Salem, OR to help with the healing process not long after released from a sentence. I wanted to die and was in a deep depression for longer than I can remember. Getting back on my feet had become harder than nailing jello to a tree.
However as time pasted I licked my wounds best I could and tried to move on knowing I was now labeled as a women abuser, which couldn’t be further from the truth. I am protective of women and a gentlemen. My ex-wife stated in court that the charges did not occur, but her story reported to the police was contradictory to the truth and the judge mentioned,” Often times a women will change her story to get her partner out of trouble like she is doing (might not be verbatim but close) “. What ever she stated his intentions were clear that he was going to believe the worse story possible even when it was completely ridiculous. My ex-wife thought we would get back together and was told she tried to come see me many times as I waited in county jail for my trail date which was reschedule like 5 times. The county mentally and physically tortured me (feeling), which is believed and told by many as there method to get the defendant to take a plea deal (“There is lots of evidence to support the above feelings). My honor, pride and reputation got in the way of me taking any plea deal from satan’s army. I had to follow through believing the worse that could happen should be infinestially small. Boy was I wrong. To this day there is an appeal in place, which I have little to no hope i’ll get any fare trial in this district nor the supreme court of Oregon. My only hopes were to get it moved nationally to be trailed out of state or see the American Civil Liberty Union (ACLU) audit the state, which they have been close to doing for many years. This would be the second state they have audited the government if they do so, which it desperately needs. Oregon is infamous for being unconstitutional and well known for there public defending system to be broken. Many describe Oregon as a women state who hate men. I couldn’t agree more.
For over a year now i’ve been trying to get an apartment and have been denied for various reasons such as bad credit and false criminal record. However, living in Salem is night and day compared to the place I was living when this catastrophe occurred. My name had been dragged in the dirt and I was shredded of any dignity. I do not like living here but am forced to until the kangaroo court deems it ok for me to leave. The courts still haunt me today and I am threatened in court to change my story to fit there false narrative. They do not like it when man stand up for themselves and seem to have no boundary when it comes to getting there way, but my posture has not changed. The government system here is completely broken ran by a bunch of people who went to school to be good at arguing. I’ve had many people suggest that I become a lawyer, but the very thought appalls me. I see this career as a downgrade from being an engineer and unworthy of my attention. Going to college to become good at arguing or going to a fixed court room is beneath me. I couldn’t degrade myself to this level.
The last few months I have been challenged to survive and make it through each month, which is really not much different since I was released from county. However, the results was putting my graduate project on the back burner and building the foundation of my international travel journalism non-profit organization career along with my business plans.
As I started this move into international travel journalism each over night hiking adventure was front loaded, which is a old phrase from the military. I believe it means that I am throwing my gear in a bag hastefully and testing the waters. The gear is old an problematic along with not complete. I’ve been ill prepared for the adventures, but still find a sense of peace from each one. I had told myself many years ago if I was not married and had a family by the time I was finished with graduate school that I would pursue this dream of becoming an international nomadic mechanizer. I miss the family life, my precious step daughter and being cared for along with caring deeply for my significant other. However, I have not even tried the dating scene lately and put fourth everything into this dream. Its hard and depressing at times, but it feels like the best way to move forward and seems to be helping with the healing process.
Tonight I am burning the midnight oil prepping everything for one of the most difficult and longest hikes unassisted of my life. Very grateful that the owner of Isaac’s community garden has agreed to let me put together a rapid prototype for testing humidity, temperature and moisture in the soil in there garden area I need to do that before I leave town to start the next journey. I quickly grabbed a bunch of microcontroller stuff out of my storage locker two days ago leaving the public storage gates at 8:58 pm. If I had tried to leave two minutes later I would have been locked inside until the next morning at 6am. I know about this policy because it happened the day i used a uhaul to move my stuff there Salem, OR from Beaverton, OR. The place I am at couch surfing I must depart asap before getting my good friend in trouble. There is a law that you can not stay at someones place on a lease for more than 14 days. And some places in can mean accumulative over a six month period. I do not want to cause him problems it would effect me deeply. So I humbly start my next adventure today. At 5pm I am planning on taking a bus from Salem to Mill, OR to start a 3 week expedition rockhounding and gold mining. This bus trip only cost $1.60. I have planned it out dodiligently.
I am unsure to this moment if I will even be able to pick up my backpack. Each expedition this being the third in the last few months my backpack had weighed tremendous amounts. Moving it was on monumental task. Recalling moving it a couple hundred feet to be a new record. Preparing for the international travel journalism I intentional challenge myself to go big and max the weight far beyond what is comfortable for the bag i’m carrying. I have learned a lot from these trips and the preparation along with having many authentic encounters. Also this lifestyle is cheap. The gear I plan to carry follows kits for rock hounding, gold mining, fishing, microcontroller projects and several other miscelanous items. A homeless gentleman gave me a chromatic harmonic made in Germany, which will be in my backpack along with swimming gear for swimming many spots in hopes of finding way to heavy rocks to add to my backpack weight. I’ve managed to get a pretty good list together for gear this time around improving as it goes with each expedition, but some of the gear is old and not worthy of what I fantasize about when it comes to the copacetic setup I hope to have in the future. There will be a lot of upgrades hopefully in the future. I plan on looking for sponsors after this trip replacing some of my cheap gear such as waterproof pants and coat. I do have nice boots now and a few other items that will remain in my bag. I do not think I will freeze all night like I did on my second trip over in Bend, OR. However, the rockhounding and gold mining gears is quite heavy and I am concerned i’ll not be able to pack everything I want in the backpack. This will not stop me from trying. A lot of my food list is in powder form or dehydrated. I bought a dehydrator to save money, weight and cubic inches in my 80l backpack. Having so much stuff in this form I am hoping the bag will be manageable. The first part of walking about 0.8 miles is the first challenge I take to the nearest bus. From there I will probably collapse on the bus until I get to the connecting bus to take me to Mill town. The hike is about a 170 miles from there to the beautiful Sisters town, which is my first resupply if you can call it that. My funds are limited to about 10 dollars until the first of the month. I am going to be an expect in being frugal and conservative. Hopefully, catch lots of fish and squirrels with my plan of the autonomous squirrel trap rapid prototype. I’ve never ate squirrel before but if I catch one I won’t let it go to waste haha. I also hope to become better at foraging for food along with finding some valuable rocks and minerals. The hiking I built was made with Gaia maps app. It took me over a week to build it. Here is a picture of it below:
Much of the hike I will not be on a trial. I will be visiting many spots I read that are good for rockhounding and finding precious metals such as gold. The Galena ridge is what I am mostly concerned about at this point it is about 60 miles into the hike. The Gaia map shows the elevation change to be insane. I haven’t decided if I will pack some rope to help complete that part. It would seem I have some rock climbing to do, but we will see. I’ll take it slow and hopefully a path will be formulated. I think there are two waterfalls on this route I have to climb or get around with no trail insight according to many sources. I am indifferent with how I feel with finding heavy rocks before this section. I am trying to go a path that most people wouldn’t to improve my discovery of valuable stuff, which in this context is heavy rocks haha. My pick hammer (which is probably considered a deadly weapon according to kagaroo court so I have to get permission to use it. I have to sign documents with a crayon) last big part of my rockhounding kit is suppose to be mailed here before 8am.
This next expedition was set to head to Emerald Pools, one of Oregon’s best swimming spots, along with a good place to find interesting rocks. Talking to a good friend, Ladell, we’ve discussed perspectives and methods of collecting resources along with sustainability, waste management, and geology. His perspective and way of thinking piqued my interest.
Soon later, I used apps like Rockhound, Gaia, and AllTrials Learning, stating, “Crooke County is the biggest hounding location in the world.” Crooke County is about another 130 -150 miles further past emerald pools. Curiously, I called one of my friends who recently moved from Salem, OR, to see where he now resided. It turns out he lives in Prineville, which is a part of Crooke Co. I told him I was coming to visit, which is about 200 miles away. He asked, “How are you getting here”. I quickly responded that I was walking. Being a marine vet, he suggested meeting me somewhere along the way and asking that I tell him when I leave. Even though it will probably take me two to three weeks, he wants to know when I will start. Jokingly, I agreed and said he had better get ready soon. I hope to introduce him to one of the new websites just made; just make Podbean or/and YouTube and embed it on WordPress.
Preparing for this trip I am doing a lot of research preparing my route. With Gaia maps I am able to make waypoints and a route. I noticed the hiking trails connect on the way to Crooke Co., but go every way except straight. Walking this route suddenly became unappealing. Reflecting on being a nomad and interest in miscellaneous adventures I wondered why am I organizing it this way and can I do it more from the cuff? I have spent many hours reviewing but hiking trails, waterways and other things of interest mainly rockhounding locations and begun to prepare for a much different trip. The goal is to eventually end up in Prineville or start my adventure from there.
People ask when will you get back. I really do not know. I am unsure, but something I am considering for my way back is taking a canoe or kayak back from Cottage Groove to Salem on the Willamette scenic river. If I go this route I would probably find a cheap canoe on craiglist someone down in southwest Oregon and find connecting bodies of water to get to the Willamette river. This is on the opposite side of the state so getting there is still to be determined as well.
Crooke Co and many surronding areas are good for rockhounding. I was waypoints on my Gaia map for great locations trying to figure out a good route to hit as many of them as possible at a good pace. There is a lot of national parks and hiking trails in north east OR, which pulls me to start the expedition out there. In the top right corner of OR inflows the snake river. If I can get a boat and start up there then float down snake along the Idaho and OR coast. One of the top scenic areas here is the Hells canyon. It looks beautiful from the pictures. “Hells Canyon is significantly deeper than the Grand Canyon, reaching a depth of about 7,993 feet”. Eventually I would ditch the boat and hike west towards Crooke Co hopefully hitting and amazing rockhounding route. I have looked at some of the pictures along a the way seeing blue butte, red bed and many other butte’s all explained to be great places to find cool rocks. Here is a picture found online for the blue butte below.
I think it looks really cool. There are so many places in this area just as cool as this area. Fingers crossed in finding a blue lightening rock. Thanks to Jonnie Richardson and his family I was able to review areas mentioned on there family business website. From what I understand this family resides at the Richardson’s rock ranch. I will be reaching out to this family soon via email to hopefully get an interview and to check out all the cool rocks. Maybe they would even consider my services as an engineer. Maybe telling them Grandma Lindberg was a rock cutter will help break the ice. Here is a link to that site if you want to learn more:
Native American History is one of my favorite history subjects to study in the US. While reviewing the Richardson’s website I came across a legend told from long ago.
According to legend, Thundereggs were so named by Native Americans of Central Oregon. The natives of this region are said to have believed these strange, agate-filled stones were missiles thrown by angry, fighting “Thunder Spirits” or “Gods” who dwelt on Mount Jefferson and nearby Mount Hood, two of the several snow-capped peaks high in the Cascade Range. The Native Americans thought when thunderstorms occurred these rival, jealous gods hurled large numbers of the round-shaped rocks at each other in furious anger. Thus, according to Native American legend, Thundereggs were scattered over the high plateaus of Central Oregon
I am preparing to leave for this trip and waiting for backpacking supplies to come in the mail hopefully before Tuesday. I have a few microcontrollers projects for this trip and Isaac community garden that will need to be set up hopefully over the weekend. One of the things in the mail is a lightweight portable solar panel and charger. The charger takes AA and AAA so I figure these batteries can be used as battery packs for my Arduino projects. I was thinking about doing some environmental science experiments and figuring out how and where to log it. I am also interested in finding precious metals so a sensor or sensors needs to be selected for data sample on that end as well . One rapid prototype I’ve wanted to make for a while is the autonomous snare trap. I would have a snare that is trigger for example by an objects distance to am ultra sonic range finder sensor. Using a microcontroller for this might be overkill. I need to do more research to figure out if I can build the system with a relay apparatus. The electrical parts minus the power source if just IC (Integrated Circuits) are use cost might be less than a dollar if bought in bulk. It looks like the lightest range finder is about 4 grams. It looks like the NE555P IC weights about 0.9 grams. This equipment would not take up much room in the bag.
The problem with the arduino is I need an Arduino IDE (Interactive Development Environment) platform to load the code onboard, which can not be done by phone. So I would have to have like a pc or something. However, I just checked there are apps that can load code onto arduino from phone. Later on I hope to get a souped up computer for nomadic coding at such, but have to remain humble for now. A lot of my gear is outdated and old, which reminds me to not try anything to crazy, but soon I think I will be prepared to get on the PCT (Pacific Crest Trail). It is much colder up there and do not have the setup for it yet. Although I do have good boots, but I am still skeptical. It would be nice to not be absolutely dreadful the entire adventure haha. I’m hoping to get a hold of some retailers after this expedition to see about starting some partnership’s. I think i’m along ways from getting sponsored by Red Bull. You have to do some pretty crazy stuff to get sponsored by them. Maybe i’ll save that sponsorship pitch for when I go to the amazon to wrestle an anaconda only partly joking. Tonight I need to gut out my phone and clean it. The install peripherals and cpu into the new housing module. If that works out the rockhounding route should be ready to be on point. Cheers
Back when I was 17 blending into crowds did not seem very easy. However, I did start sports at the new high school. My dad use to be a basketball coach teaching me tricks since a young child like the lay up. My Father Ray always seemed energetic and into positive activities. I remember the basketball hope he made me out of an orange bucket, with a hole drilled into the bottom so the ball can travel throw. . I still remember the way the basketball rolls around the bucket. You could go get a coffee before it actually sunk to the bottom of the bucket. Oh how I still enjoyed it once and a while. I remember building an igloo adjacent to the fence. Inside the fence line was the homemade half-pipe we made together. I could get momentum on that poppy like no ones business because the business is close lol jk jk. The golf course was one of my favorite with the fun self made obstacles and tomatoes sauce cans to sink the golf ball. Not sure the gravitational acceleration toward the cup the can helps with, but I swear he can magnets in his golf ball. His artwork and guitar playing along with fishing was an has been to this day in my opinion his biggest strength. Taking us camping with the wilderness as the art museum and them at home with the museum of his art. The bush in the front house shaped like a fish going to bite the lour which was the meal box painted to take that appearance. His art was everywhere, which you may stay can be a certain origin accelerate to seeking to find problems faced around the world and how to solve them.
I recently learned there is WOOF (World Organization Organics Farming) chapters in Oregon. I am very excited and nervous to apply and unsure which order if any I get or allowed to take in working with them. I no I inspire to nomadically methodically make each stop more important then the last. The array of them might be what gives optimal results. So far I have only sent short emails to farmers and talked to Issac community garden. I plan on making a rapid prototype here hopefully in the next 7 days. The prototype will consist of a battery pack, controller and sensor, and possible elements. I expect the prototype to take about 2 hours or less. Issac community garden was the second community garden I have been to in Salem now. I would like to go to all of them. Working in the city or close is a grudge match with my superficial inner self. I had wanted to part ways. Being reminding of the city and the state of it pulls away my attention from engineering or ties me to it. One time I leaned heavily into being a reform enthusiast. I can’t believe the way the state government behave around here sometimes especially in Washington county, OR. Talk about waste management in this area the government there has destroyed more or approximately the same as the Gaza war life’s.
There is a robust farmer community in a place I really want to visit as a Woof resident. Putting together a talented pitch eludes me and I am often cumbersome with integrating here. Each pitch keeps getting better. The last one was I composed was along the likes of I can fix anything except a women’s broken heart. I can make it go from A to B with finite and energy optimization precision.
This pitch showed terrible results, but each time I work the narrative it seems to be improving. This blog has helped a lot with improving creative and complex or wearisome thoughts. I have noticed I have pattern of viewer from Pakistan. I have never been there before closes is probably 550-700 miles. I reviewed some of the current military concerns through several country’s including Pakistan lately and remember certain detail from college seminars. It is hard to tell where the level of conflict is now, but if there was something I could learn from going there I would be open it.
I also saw some views in Japan. I really want to take a few courses in Japan in Robotics. I probably wont like the life style of crammed trains, but who knows haha. I’m aware of y’all and hope to make it sometime.
Many European countries also show patterns of numbers of viewers. I believe Netherlands was one of them. I have talked to faculty at the University there. It Networking around Europe I can definitely see a place to improve my engineering arts. The Genealogist friend reviewed my ancestry and she found my last name Lindberg comes from Sweden 4 generations ago, which makes since because I was born in MN. The history shows a settlement of about 10000 Swedish moved to this region in the early industrial years. I have heard two interpretations of the name so far Berg stands for Mountain and Lind stands for winding or strong. So it means Strong or Winding mountain. I believe Winding mountain would be more accurate as it correlates to the lay of the land and the mountain range.
Reflecting on my childhood the the events that have lead to today has me torn on who I should become in the future. The thoughts rushing in and out of my head tonight as I try to sleep.
A burden, misunderstanding or/and indifference to other ways of life seemingly clogs the natural flow of self-confidence when trying to put aside my natural philosophy about life. Or acceptance and empathy of other peoples ways depreciates my self-driven motivation to march by the beat of my own drum. I can not dismiss that trying to be understanding of others often creates pressure front in my eyes as they continue to describe themselves as I feel and sense a path walked with two left feet. As there world opens up to me and I try not to interject my reality in this scenario, resulting a nudge in the form of self and surrounding awareness of tangible things slowing feels skewed out of my center conscious. It is like to separate entity of understanding and my mind becomes partition momentarily to help with putting myself in there shoes. I put in serious effort to try and understand the gravity of there philosophy granted it isn’t to far fetched. If it is to non-fiction a different part of me surfaces with interpretation techniques as taking there input as a metaphor even if not meant as one. Sometimes in this scenario if I do not interject they become irrational and the conversation becomes irritable. A sense of condescending often circumferences of this directive perspective of theres and I then have to choose to be non sensible or pick and choose my battles with local maximums of fallacy in there philosophy. This area often has me in a stance of a soft but firm opposition. I do not always elaborate, but I have grow use to the communication in our instrumental language not measuring up to the value of meaningful conscious understanding. I’m a firm believer the human language is just an instrument to help with communication, but was never meant to give exactness to a conscious meaningful and complete thought. Unless there perspective is derived and formulated to completeness from simply non-complex thought processes. Then it is a matter of balance and they may or may not readjust as the conversation continues to confiscate for words previously stated that did not adequate there feelings to a satisfactory precision. I think the conclusion on this for now is not allowing someone to self correct and adjust there mannerism of words as the meaning being described experience different efficiency of logical correctness spills out could ultimately be a short coming of mine in my way of allowing others to fully communicate there understanding of life. In a sense or logical way there flow of words being non-interrupted could be like a metaphor of how a flower blossoms. Having the right environment for them to communicate is somewhat of a delicate process and a sturdy foundation of variables to induce out not cause reluctance of them to be self explanatory may only occur if all the parameters are closely met. However, I have experienced listening to long winded individuals and the amount of questions and interjects and irrational reasoning of there thought pattern might have a plethora of irrationality, which I would lose track of and never fully get to have a balance conversation, which I believe could make them more grounded.
I found many years ago trying to explain my reasoning with the human language I grow up English that it often was exhausting and the effort barely ever felt rewarding enough. It felt like I was trying to turn a sows ear into a silk purse, which is considered a colossal waste of time and money. You might say this is when a part of me gave up on the instrument of language when it came to describe complex matter because the priming of others to follow my philosophy was often to burdening.
Many years ago I did not deal with isolation the same as I do today and the feeling is and I am sure will continue to be sinusoidal. I often did not find enjoyment at parties and social events. I seemed to like the quietness of my own thoughts more. As years progress different events helped me deal with isolation more and actually encouraged it. Two big events was hiking the entire Appalachian Trial for 7 months and canoeing down the entire Mississippi river for four months. These times opened my mind to more things then one, but to be specific to this blog post they increased my ability to be present in the moment when in open dialect with others. It is also believed and felt through experience to increase creative thinking. The feeling of isolation with methodical reasoning might have started developing an ability to ignore certain feelings of loneliness and need for acceptance in the world. As the world of becoming an impactful scientist came to fruition my eyes perceived and built the road to extraordinary futuristic outcomes.
A new developing feeling came to the surface. It was not as relevant now to have others understand me, because another amongst many contributing vectors accelerated in unison to continue the road of education.
Accidentally I got the wagon in front of the horse. Before explain the new feeling surfacing more background should be included to quench my thirst with the completeness of this blog post. I had been encouraged by multiple ex girlfriends at a young age to continue being humorous. As the comedian in me was kept close to me chest for this reason amongst many others. Finding how comedy can often times be extremely truthful I found value in the improv and fabrication along with creativeness in me to continue to be comical. It seemed to me a useful tool to continue to be honest with myself and others which I believe also improves my ability as a scientist especially when it comes to thinking clearly. Another thing to mention at a young age was a conscious decision to become intelligent vs. ignorant. I felt like it was a sacrifice and one that would come with more emotional burden, but nevertheless a decision I had made early in my teens.
Back to the new developing feeling as it mutated and gain complexity during my years as OIT as an undergrad I made a choice to sacrifice my social life for hopes to improve and be a better engineer. I kind of remember making the decision for the greater good remembering facing much opposition from others and indifference even though my goal was mainly to improve the quality of life for my fellow humans. During the years it did not seem of the not so recent past and still today I seem to face resist with both symbolic and tangible examples of people wanting to hinder my progress as a scientist, because they feel certain obligation or insecurity. Either way it does not seem to matter what evolutional form im in there is always a new character trying to be an obstacle in my path of becoming a successful and more fulfilled inventor which has been a life long dream for as long as I can remember. I think it might be encouraging to others that I to has faced much opposition and others trying to bring me down when striding toward my life long dream. I often found it ironic as well because a lot of opposition came which was seemingly meant to hinder my ability to become the man that can ultimately improve there life. As I wrote that sentence I realize improving quality of life is kind of a catch 22 but for the sake of this post I’ll skirt the parameters of this turmoil and stay focused on the point of this composed message.
There are a few scientist I am directly inspired most by at the moment which are Albert Einstein, Richard Feynman and Pierre-Simon Laplace. Two of which help describe the message in this post. First off is Albert for his lucid methods of improving thinking. A caveat is he would often forget to put his pants on before he left his house. I see this as comically inspirational. His commit to science often left him at ends to conforming to society. In fact im pretty sure many did not except his and saw him as a mad scientist. The next one is Laplace the famous French mathematician. At age 17 he created the powerful tool called the Laplace transformation, which I am very familiar with and still trying to understand more. This math tool sometimes comes into sight in my mind but i’ve never been able to articulate it from its derivation. I hope to someday be able to do so. This math tool surfaces in my mind all the time as it correlated closely to my control engineering degree. The laplace transformation in its original form was not able to be used by the general public because it was to confusing. And as history exclaims he was not able to translate it for the the general public to use. Therefore it was completely useless for many. However, his friends where able to restructure it and simplify the tool so the general population could use it. I reflect on this scenario all the time. I inspired to be like him many years ago when I learned of this while I was reading a history book of mathematicians. It was about 7 years ago in my early engineering college years during the first year of math at Oregon Technical Institute studying Calculus. This scientist may have cursed me with these words or given me one of my greatest motivational factors as an engineer. I followed this short coming of his as a inspiring note to be like him. I was drinking, eating and sleeping college curriculum for many years taking more difficult class by far then anyone I knew. I took full advantage of my military GIbill. One academic advisor stated my education was like the equivalence of three PhD’s. This was before I doped up the curriculum to get even more difficult. Finishing up my Masters degree at OIT some might see my education as 4-5 phd’s not that it matters to me, but give s insight on who I have become. My grad project was said to be patientable, but my energy to make the patient never came through. I was a scientist first. One instructor stated we are engineers on the shoulders of giants. Which gives acknowledgement to all the scientist that came before us as a sum value of which we where standing on top of. I seem to lean more still to this day to me a scientist true in heart and not a patient chaser or green dragon (money) chaser. Another instructor stated,” when we share our ideas it often encourages us to finish the project faster and can give us more insight”. I have found many students do not take advantage of this. They pick a thesis or project less monumental due to not wanting to share or loose rights to the technology. I want to give recognition to the college as I see them as one of the best kept secret schools. A college I decided to go to and turn down an offer to go to an ivy league school. The curriculum is stacked and unique. In my mind it is much better then ivy league. I do not care about the title of the school I went to. I seek success through merit and hard work. This college has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. They deserve acknowledge in all its glory. I read and hear about ridiculousness of the curriculum of these ivy league colleges more so today then before which solidify s and confirms my feeling and instinct to march to my own drum beat. My grad project has been mental torture unlike any other, but the hard stuff has pretty much all been resolved. Now it is just about leaning forward and walking fast enough so I don’t fall on my face.
The sacrifice I made to become this engineer seems all to real. My ability to have good grammar has only gotten worse over the years. I do not value the English language instrument like other might. I’m often made fun of and my intelligence is questions do to my ability top communicate. I’m often misunderstood, but I had become more use to it and less bothered as time progress. While writing this blog my auto correct spelling half the time doesn’t even know what word I was trying to spell. It is frustrating and cumbersome and goes against many of my instincts and beliefs to want to improve it. I still seem to have much more desire to be like Laplace. I envision myself a mad scientist someday in a lab probably alone with a crazy hair style dranking red bull.
I have had intense emotional response to my isolation in this manner of not being understood due to my philosphy, education driven efforts and moral and ethically reasoning compass, but it was something that reminds me of my origin.
I am now at a crossroads that I am indifferent to. It has been stated that communication is one of the most underrated tools in engineering. Many engineers I have observe seem to lack good communication. The evidence is in the pudding. I do not qualitative measure intelligence by one standard but some do. I’ve expressed to friends I hope someday they will be able to translate for me to the general public the technology im using. However the non-profit business as an international travel journalist to conduct research and development around the world I inspire to do before and in preparation for the for profit business seems to have been spear headed by myself. Forcing me to diverge and wear two different hats. One as a scientist and one as an entrepreneur. I want to be multidemisional, but I question what the risk is. I wonder if becoming this two hatted person is worth it. I have already adjusted my blog post composition to be more easily interpreted and am doing it for the sake of the business and partners willing to work with me. I’m doing it for the people who can benefit. I’m doing it to proudly represent my country and see about being a supporters of others in different countries sharing my tech and gain there knowledge as I travel the world. I see this as a form of the ultimate renaissance man. I feel less creative and progressive in my creative inventive thinking as I shift focus toward these unused to tool for many years of effective communication. I day dream of the day that others will wear the hat of the entrepreneur business management administration section as I can then be solely the Systems Engineering Management as lead engineer. I’ve read that a good effective business has two main managers one on the admin side and one on the engineering side. I’ll take the role of the engineering side with a fluidity approach with hopes I can soon focus on being the engineer I dream to be. A job designed and tailored by me. Each business partners is part of the division of labor. I see the picture. I hope some day they will see it as well. Everyone so far has been hand selected and slotted to work in a department they are compassionate about. We are recruiting. We are all equally important scientist and a family. The dream of starting a business is real life now. The dream of making a huge impact is the business realm is still underway. The group of scientist so far are motivated, novel, creative and motivated. It is an amazing feeling seeing this skeleton structure take the helm and the philosophy of the family oriented business suggested by me is seemingly being accepted. I’m committed to the business as I plan on leading by example and to continue to grow as an individual. I thank everyone that has partakes in this life long dream so far and continue to do so and the future prospects that soon will come aboard. I hope everyone feels valued and can find inspiration and self motivation to build this dream into a reality and change the world and our quality of life for generations too come…
I am spearheading two business one non-profit and one for-profit. I’ve been taking the support from friends and family and amplifying that energy for conversion to business foundation work. There is much I need to learn still about assembling a group of scientist and how each individual is important and part of a masterpiece…
I’ve not wanted to be a leader for a plethora of reasons and I know some of the greatest so if I transition to a role that my peers seek guidance, support and courage from me I will most likely feel unworthy. However, I remember these great leaders I worked with in the military and even though I don’t intend to be in this type of role I am still trying to sharpen and improve my ability with communication and understanding where my peers are with events and life. I often refer to reverence, fortitude, perseverance as some of my greatest challenges and working consciously on myself repetitively to ensure a strong figure will be available for all. The goal is to be respectable and share the dream of growing the industry.
Rising to the occasion defined shows multiple definitions and/or interpretations. At first thought this phrase was thought as leader or instructor focusing a true aiming point. The definition of a leader doesn’t have to be definitive. The nuance I believe is a leader isn’t define, but instead displayed.
I have one entertaining thought that leadership roles could be more like musical chairs. Someone should not be expected nor should they except being a leader all the time.!? How could they. Instead i wish our business partners to be more like water and be fluid rising to the occasion as it calls and know when to be the student. I’ve heard in order to be a good teacher one must be a good student. Both of these positions I need work with haha.
Exclaimed by our HR department starting business and going off the beaten path people are of use of a pinnacle. One partner exclaimed im the pinnacle temporarily and should expect people to come to me for most if not all there questions. So a temporary role has been convinced that I should be wearing that hat.
I think in a way I am naive. My main grasp on business logistics stems from Systems Engineering Management (SEM) college sequence. Other than that my main skills in short terms is how to get something from point A to B in the most energy efficient way. Or how to generate and store energy. I often joke that I can write software in 7 languages but am terrible at pronunciation. In a SEM seminar the business model Toyota was studied, which was very successful. They treat everyone to feel equally important. Everyone is a scientist and part of a family. When introducing the philosophy into the business I reflect on this model and think about how each partner will thrive and grow with excitement to go to work. Paving a path to a creative environment is often at the forefront of the business philosophy shared. I might get over zealous or animated when stating everyone has a equal footing, but I still convey this message best I can. However, I still find many individuals still funneling through me for next steps to take.
Remembering that a good leader is never done learning and acknowledge that the business relationships strength is more valuable to me then gold. My thoughts grow complex and I stride to be of a certain professional with regards to tactfulness.
I’ve also realized that the complexity of leadership could correlate to myself and how I communicate, behave and acknowledge others. I did not realize I am already displaying leadership quality because of my vision and cultural philosophy I am trying to introduce to the business partner table.
There seems to be an inefficiency when no one is feeling the void or position of pinnacle. I recall smoothly transitioning into this void a few days ago finding a visible path for allowance and ease to freelance into the position that I had previously had many bias and superstitions about. The glove seemed to fit all to well. This fit already seem to give me a new fallacy or micro superiority complex. A filter snapped into place giving a sort of gravitational pull to continue forward with this hat of dignitary shredding the weight or active bias I had in place prior to the transition. It was a feeling i wanted to pay close attention to with how I changed. I will be contemplating on what the grey area is between leader and follower for the unforeseen future.
Something to note there did seem to be a momentum and natural rolling coming of more ease as it went to assume this stance. Some of the cumbersome feeling with business partner comunication seemed to fade away and a more firmly guided direction systematically find of took hold. I questioned this feeling wondering how much of it was for efficiency and how much of it was ego, but as my ego took over putting me on autodrive I did not feel consciously disconnected like I normally would when ego is back seating me. It felt more tangible and a sense of belonging was distinguishable. i was feeling normalized…
The discipline Ive practice which was believe to help with security concerns of over compensating in this leader role noticeable seem to have paid off. Every talk with partners our paths are become of tightly woven. I wonder how my path will effect he weave and is it or should it be more substantial.
When looking into methods of optimizing; thoughts occur with our toes, agile ability and genetic potential to name a few. How is our habitual routine exercises enticing or eluding to our conscious mind. Are we in a state of mind that endures or persuades energy and is it paradoxically possible to entangle energy such as anti-matter when it comes to observable optimal outcome or positive perspective observation. Observation seems to be a key component when it comes to collecting data. The observation with an intended outcome can cause spirals with-in spirals narrowing or hardening to be proficient in there spiral field of study. Nothing in science may ever be logically considered exclusively conclusive as its truth is somewhat universal based off of our observations. Truths from many fields can converge to make a singularity some would believe. Others believe environmental conservation to be symbolic and a charitable thought passing through the mind just like the other million thoughts in and out day to day. However, it seems supported that our minds often looks for ways to perform and do things in a simpler procedure or method and often times more effective. This translation to a fallacy beyond the scope of this blog for today, but attention is paid to the traits and characteristics of humans along with the frequency of the universe.
Perhaps to better understand how I interpret the harmonics of the world one might do research on the ,”Benford’s Law describes the observed frequency distribution of leading digits in many real-world datasets. It states that the digit 1 appears as the leading digit much more frequently than any other digit, with a frequency of approximately 30.1%, while 9 appears least frequently, with a frequency of approximately 4.6%.” These frequencies have been correlated to singing artist melody,” The frequency of musical notes, measured in Hertz, exhibits a Benford distribution. This means that the digit “1” appears as the leading digit more often than the digit “2”, and so on”. Another Example ,”Benford’s Law can be applied to electrical energy data, specifically to detect potential irregularities in electricity consumption or fraud. By analyzing the distribution of leading digits in electricity bills or consumption data, deviations from the expected Benford’s Law pattern can indicate discrepancies or tampering.
Now that we are kind of now exploring science in the terms of frequency just add vectors and you will in some since be in my Benford’s law mindstate. One thing to note is all these algorithm examples have one thing in common an exponential decay and horizontal asymptote. Can this algorithm help me in my international travel journalism. Can I fit things into the exponential decay in different locations for a stronger more vibrant frequency plot. What about all the noises in between and the waves supporting deconstruction or construction waves to make this perfect chaos normalize decay. So in a since as I am traveling the world when I approach a new environment. The ebb and flow or/and ying and yang correlates to Benford’s law and any third party input I have might cause the system to be hacked or seem hacked. It could send alerts and flags that some outside substant force normalized benford’s law is now traveling to synced up with other benford’s law or create disturbance to show flaws in the system, commonalities and differential alike… When one electron power level changes all other electron levels must change because no two can ever have the same power level. Thoughts are still convoluted here and it seems it was meant to be so.
Back to basics: Each environmental is unique and different across the world. To zoom out more I weight about 220lbs. I want to get to be about 265lb with average bag weight of 70lbs max 110lb. In order to move that combined weight my total weight moved would be 325lbs probably for at least 4-6 hours a day if not in the 10 hour range. There for I need an idea for what my bag weight target should be. The picture below uses a calculator to find burned calories for one test case.
So 8 hours of backpacking this weight with some loose parameters is burning about 7k calories. According to research anyone planning more than a 5 day backpacking trip should have at least a 80L backpack. Now the 80L bag can vary according to research in the range from 50lbs to 130lbs do type of material and engineering. Trends show the more weight the bag can carry the more robust the fabric usually is so the overall bag empty will be higher in weight compared to a 80liter 50lb whose fabric strength is not as critical. I would like to be able to carry 80lbs comfortably. There is also a trend with these bags the customization of the bag to conform to shoulders, hips and back along with attachments for utilizing space and additions of ease for securing to external part of bag. I am in a trail and error phase for getting a baseline of what my bag would weigh. I have not figured out what would be needed for a 14 day unsupported hike. However according to some travel journalist a 100Liter bag is a good place to start. So 7000 calories a day for about 12 days and for just my weight 265 for the 2 days remaining of the 14 day unsupported is around 5700 calories, also calories for setting up camping and other activity outside of burning calories while hiking need to be considered around 1500. Therefore 7000*12+5700*2+1500*12=113400 calories. This number starts to give and idea of the optimal diet for the energy optimized input needed to allow me the nomadic mechanizer to stay in motion theoretically . Next would be to add carbs and total protein needed along with the performance diet custom for the adventure with the means to vitamins and minerals, slow and fast burning carbs etc. Finally this backpack does not represent what I would actually carry but gives me an idea of what others have done and helped me formulate a diet to support it along with finalizing backpack packing list. A big question moving forward can I support this diet and still carry all the electronics/ lab tools or will I need a separate engineering bag with an marked ETA estimate time of arrival for next location shipping it like a skipping stone across the world lake of citys and towns of major events. Part of me wants a micro electronics bag for niche cases and a larger one for WOOF locations. I’ll also have a Suite and Business aquarelle bag skipping across the designed places for important tours, meetings and education opportunities. I’ll have multiple bags for multiple hats individualized and mostly compartmentalized for all the various occasions planned and unplanned coming up in the adventure. A Baseline is given 113400 calories to survive 14 days unsupported in the wilderness theoretically. This is about 8100 calories a day. Michael Phelps, during his peak swimming career, consumed an estimated 8,000 -10000 per day. If done with the above parameters in a way I am training like Michael Phelps. If he can do 10000 I should be able to do 8000 at least once in a while. My training goal is now realized to be quite high. The nomadic mechizer now realizes a proficiency in nutrition is a unavoidable obstacle…
When I tell people I am going to do something when I was younger I was stubborn to not change my mind. This mindset was part of the reason why I was hiking the Appalachian Trail. I remember making 20 boxes of about 10 days of food and mailing them out along the Appalachian trail with an ETA (Estimated Arrival Time) The shipping cost if I recall right was over a $1500 and the food inside the boxes was well over 2k. So you might say I felt obligated in a way to get those boxes. The Mississippi trip I made promises to sponsors and news outlets making hard to take back what I had set out to do take a hybrid kayak-Canoe down the entire Mississippi river. When thinking about these trips post completion the mental weight of having the task ahead of me for the AT (Appalachian trail) at times gave me the heaviest feeling in my gut. I knew I had certain fortitude and ringing out would take a knock out I had a lions heart like rocky balboa. These thoughts would make my stomach feel even heavier. The green trail felt like it went forever. The first few days hiking I went like 5-8 miles a day making my fifth day around 30 miles of 2185miles. I guess I tried to push this thought away of how little I had done. I believe the adventure installed the ability for me to accomplish long longevity task. The hike overall was one of the best adventures of my life. You could the hiker community had renewed my faith in mankind. My ability to be present and listen showing interest after hiking mail drop to mail drop was maximized. The feeling of the hiker high me and other hiker friends were entirely sure how to explain it, but it was like a euphoria. The stress in your life wasn’t the same. You could very much so control and take out variables that caused emotional earthquake. Most on the trail were calm and collected. Nevertheless I remember many times during the hike my mind getting swallowed into loneliness or isolation. In order to get better at handling this I felt the need to recreate the environment repeatedly but also was shy of the deep dive it took each time of the high board. This is a metaphor for picking up my mail drop and heading back into the woods alone for another week or two. Each time I took the plunge you might say the pattern of thoughts in isolation became more sturdy. I did not spend as much time as improving my hiking gear and situation, but I did get strong legs. When the hike was done it was bitter sweet.
Thinking about the Mississippi trip post to the event had a different feel intensity and the settling feeling was something of the matured feeling I had from taking the plunge so many times on the AT. This trip correlated to the At as I knew or felt it would help me resolve deep seated internal conflict. Also getting away from the busy life with all the technology being overstimulated as some would say was also welcomed. I was looking for a reset. The Mississippi trip occurred right after I got out of active duty and finished my associates degree in general science along with certs in manufacturing and welding. I was taking the approach different this time. I recall entertaining forestry businesses with joining conservative experts. I went to many museums and monuments. The adventure was beautiful and I only almost died like twice. I was a wild renaissance man during this trip paddling across dark lakes connected to the river at night to go to casinos and talk to people on yachts. Many opportunity’s presented itself s to add color or layers of events making the overall journey more like a wild west film. During this trip I also isolated, but this time there was another reason. It had to do with inducing creativity. However clearing my mind was often a prerequisite. I felt somewhat obliged to go to all these museums and seek abstract encounters not really paying attention to my gear and how I can improve as an outdoors man. Both of these trips I kind of trapped myself into it coming to fruition because I knew past feelings often would suggest to not do it. My ego was beaten through physiological manipulation.
Fast forward 9 years and im 36. I remember telling myself if I graduate my MS in Renewable Energy Engineering and i’m not married than I will become an international travel journalist. Manipulating myself to do this task seems more challenging. However I do feel a need for doing it. The need was more clear during my last few over nighters. I am practicing now for this epic adventure. And I am approaching with solidity and discipline. I can make my own way I believe as my grad project has been said to be patent-able. My dream of being an inventor has come true and now I want to drown in the pool of creativity. Its really a perfect challenge to prove that a life with many vectors outside of the norm can have significant outcomes. I hope to transcribe that meaning through this journey. I’ve done a couple over night trips the last 30 days and realize how much I have forgot about backpacking. I also realize how juvenile my techniques were. This next hike i am trying to focus on a heart high nutritional value diet. I also want to not rush this journey but to take it as it comes and allow for perplexity to form through repetition and trial and error. I dont know where im two on this next 5-7 day journey, but I do know I dont have much choice in the matter when it comes to camping. My coach surfing will be postpone for another week and maybe get an apartment soon. The build up for this adventure and foundation is a slow moving giant. Using certain optimism and philosophy it deems important to not allow myself to feel isolated. My last overnight trip I felt like everyone not camping was not having a good life like me. Your stuck in a matrix maybe. Im unclear where my simplistic reasoning and logical thinking is pulled from the most but traveling is said to be one of the best ways to learn and im ready to take that task on.
Three nights camped in a bed of thorns. The first night you could hear the insects, which crickets deemed to be audible I recalled there is a trick to use there noise to calculate temperature supposedly,”In 1897, a scientist named Amos Dolbear published an article titled “The Cricket as a Thermometer” that noted the correlation between the ambient temperature and the rate at which crickets chirp.”
The insects’ muscles contract to produce chirping based on chemical reactions. The warmer the temperature, the easier the cricket’s muscles activate, so the chirps increase. The cooler the temperature, the slower the reaction rate, and the less frequent the chirps are, the lower the chirp rate.
Count the number of chirps in 25 seconds, divide by 3, then add 4 to get the temperature.
Example: 48 chirps /(divided by) 3 + 4 = 20°C
I feel stuff like this I should know. The second day I didnt hear the birds much, but the third day they were very loud and audible. By the end of the day they were pretty much within arms distance. I thought about catching some. Also thought about leaving a bird feeder for my flying companions. The fourth day I heard many birds including what must have been a duck or something of that size. Often times when I was on my 7 month hiking trip hiking the entire Appalachian Trail I tried interacting with wildlife. I pet a bear once in the smokey’s TN. Came within arms reach of deer. A few’s days into this hike I learned how to make a barn owl come to me by mimicking there noise. A son and father hiking the trail told me about this trick. There names are Bill and Bill. I saw them for the first weeks of the trail and remember telling them they might pass me now but right at the end of the 2185 mile trek to Katahdin. Funny thing I was behind them after that chat and passed them the day before the hike was finished. I saw them on my way back down from Katahdin. That is the final point of the North end of the Appalachian Trail. If you continued after that you would go on a trail called knifes edge which totally looked like a blades sharp end hiking with both sides of you a steep drop off.
Turns out a majority of smaller male birds like to sing in the dawn of the day. They do this to try and find a mate. The female will supposedly go to the male with the most beautiful rhythm. They are make noises out of rythmn which is suppose to me they are being territorial. Makes me wonder when i whispered to the birds and interact with my harmonica were they thinking I was there soulmate. I felt like the harmony was intriguing. Guess ill never know all the trail of bird hearts I broke… haha 😦
The 4 days and three nights on this last test run really showed me what the power of isolating can do. I was fabricating idea after idea. Some seem quite outstanding. Becoming a professional travel journalist at the level I would like occurred to me that the process is not a sprint it is a marathon. or at least it is a long duration. So many new notes and reinforcements that this is what I should do with my life. I hope my business partner know there is a rhythm and reason for this expedition. Other than my creativity seemingly seeing huge spikes along with the engineering perspective addressing this type of travel. I have to admit icing on the cake is how much you learn by traveling. I told one guy I was interviewing in bend about 2 weeks ago that I can have a 100 perspectives doing this documenting and questioning. Like a fly with 100’s of eyes.
I dug deep this time in the woods and focused on how to go pro. Usually I just focused on the expedition completion. Hiking a trail for 7 months every mile down was less stresses on the heart of doubt. I did not focus during this trip to become a outdoor legend.The canoe trip down the mississippi for four months had its own deterrence. Such as all my sponsored gear was giving to me the day of the trip with exception to a few miscellaneous things. This gave me no time to get use the equipment. There was a since of urgency as well. Taking a four month vacation can make for pressure and uncertainty. These two expeditions I did not focus enough on how to improve as a traveler with precision. Now I am focusing on it and I see so many errors in my ways and upgrades. Trying to get a sponsor pitch together soon. I’m coming up with ideas that i dont even see on the market. Also having ideas of taking two different sporting companies and having them collaborate with me for a joint product. As a note being educated in mechanical engineering, manufacturing and trades man I do believe I can take pretty much any product if not all and come up with an economical upgrade.
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