I would like to comment on a product that is based in the USA, OttoLock. http://ottodesignworks.com
First pleasant surprise is that they are based in the United States and claim to manufacture their products in the United States. I was looking for a bike lock that didn't weigh a lot to lock up when I stop for coffee, lunch, and so on. Fiare has a Kryptonite U-Lock that I can mount on the frame. While it is a solid lock and I can leave unattended for a short period, it is heavy...
With Kokopelli, I am working on travelling light. I know that any lock I get that compromises on weight will simply not be as secure. One quote I found is that "I can offer cheap, light, or strong, pick two" to be apt.
I came upon the Cinchlock which is just some stainless steel bands wrapped in kevlar, coated in a cut resistant plastic and set up as an oversized zip-tie. There is a combination lock that allows you to open the band. It is very light and the idea is to stop an opportunity theft like grab and go. If someone has a few minutes alone, it can be cut with snips or a hacksaw. Really just for cafe stops.
I ordered mine and received it. It was less than I expected as far as the lock mechanism seemed flimsy. The combo wheels were loose and it just did not have a good feel. I managed to lock it (not on my bike, just testing) and then found it would not unlock.
In frustration, I beat the mechanism with a hammer, threw it away, wrote a bad review, and was ready to move on.
I did like the idea of the lock and decided to communicate my experience with the manufacturer. I left feedback and quickly received the automatic "we will be in touch with you email".
The next day, Tammy emailed me, and we began a correspondence. I was, as expected, asked to return the lock so they could determine what was wrong with it. I had to admit my dumb action and fully expected, "Sorry we can't help you". I would not be disappointed in that.
To my surprise she sent an email that showed her belief in the product and empathizing with my frustration. She insisted on sending me a new lock, the latest model. She explained that earlier production models did have some problems with the mechanism and they were using different and better components. It was possible I received some overstock or simply a defective one.
I then felt bad because they did not have a fair opportunity to correct this and offered to buy a new lock or to donate to a charity that they would support.
That offer was declined, she wanted to send me a new lock at no further charge. You don't often find service like that anymore. I am interested to see if I have a better experience with the new lock.
To make this right, I plan to donate the purchase price of the lock to my Rotary club.
Two families join. Will the Father in laws like each other? Will Nana like Dad? Will the lovebirds have all the right paperwork?
Thursday, September 27, 2018:
For Kala and I the day to leave Hilo has finally arrived. Work and school projects caught up as best as they can be. House as ready as it is going to get. Packed. Documents in hand like birth certificate and Social Security card for the bride, tickets, hotel, and rental car set!
We flew out of Kona since we save over $200 for some odd reason. This means a 90 minute drive from Hilo to start the trip. I offer to take Tim and Kala out to dinner before we leave. We go to our first restaurant, get seated, get water, are told the server will be right with us, then get ignored. I declared I would leave if I finish my water and no one serves us. No offer for drinks or anything. I finish my water and we leave. They thank us as we leave!
Off to Hilo Burger Joint. We are seated and have drinks in under 2 minutes. Unbeknownst to me, trouble has been brewing on the horizon. Nick's parent's decided today (right before they have to leave too) would be a perfect time to look for Nick's birth certificate and can't find it. Kala is near tears. I then get asked what will we do? My answer is that we still make the trip and you go see Nick and have the best time you can. Sometimes things happen. She is not satisfied with this but soldiers on. We get our dinner and the certificate gets found so all is back on track.
The flights are uneventful. We land, get the rental car, get settled in the hotel and have the "in-laws meet" dinner which I will save for another article.
The big day arrives and we get down to the courthouse. The pastor is a pro and all goes off without a hitch. Kala and Nick are married and we are all one big family. We then go to the County Line BBQ House which is also another good (short) article.
The chapel was nice but I swear someone was cutting onions in the room. I even had a few tears.
Here are some pics.
San Antonio has a beautiful river going through the downtown area. It is cool (temperature and cool wise) and one can meander for hours exploring shops and other things or take the river taxi. In the area of the chapel, they have the locks on the fence much like Paris used to do. When Dean (Nick's Father) and I saw this we looked at each other and said we needed to find a lock. There was a store that made a killing selling locks to fools like us and we gladly paid.
Since getting married is a legal process, there is paperwork to be done. Dean is in the background. He has an article dedicated to him but he doesn't know that yet.
Exchanging the rings...
You may now kiss the bride...
The lock ceremony. After they close the lock, they throw the keys into the river. The city dredges them up daily.
In the first picture is my new found Mexican Grandmother (abuela),Nana who will also have an article dedicated to her.
And that is it, in the space of one-half an hour my daughter and I are part of the Hernandez family and they are part of ours.
Kala then proclaims, "I'm hungry!" and we are off to find the BBQ place the pastor recommended for lunch.
I just felt like writing some random thoughts about music. I am a little over 6 months into actually learning how music works. I have been working to understand theory and apply it. I find music in things that one might not even associate with music and I now wonder if our language arts are governed by music rather than speech. I have come to believe we are all musically driven. Music is in our souls. We had music before we had speech or writing. We are a musical species. Perhaps other species are too, in their own manner.
Amazingly, my bicycle helped me unlock the eight note. The simplest concept. 4 beats. 1, 2 , 3 , 4. Now count 1 and 2 and 3 and 4. The "ands" are eighth notes. A simple explanation, but I commonly miss eighth notes. I was marching and realized that when I ride, there is an up, down, up, down and associated that with those notes. When that happened, I stopped missing them.
Good literature has a beat. I don't understand it enough to explain it but I recognize it is there. Music brings out the beauty of things to where it can be understood. It would not surprise me at all to find that music could express creation if we ever come to understand it.
Our director is always emphasizing that everything we do in performance has a beat. Dance, music, and surprisingly, dialogue. I am starting to see that properly delivered dialogue has a beat and brings depth to a play or conversation. We are told to deliver lines accurately when possible. If not, then the gist of the idea will work but I have seen that accurate dialogue really brings a play to life.
I am so happy that I have stuck with music theory. It has provided insight into things that I would never have anticipated.