The Production Line
The Production Line
Sometimes the biggest challenge of integration is just getting production to run.
You might think that the purpose of a production line is to run, to make product.
This is a lie. The purpose of the system is what it does, and what it does is rarely if ever to make product.
The purpose of a production line is:
- cost millions of dollars to design, build, maintain, troubleshoot, and operate
- take up valuable acreage in cornfields
- make a variety of noises varying from delightful to despicable
- above all else, to be DOWN™️ in one or more of a myriad of ways
You walk through the security doors into the lobby, and immediately you feel the line. Thrumming, tense with potential. The air already faintly smells of coolant and cutting oil.
You cross the lobby, vast and empty except for the three minutes before end of shift when everyone waits to the second they can clock out. You open the doors into the plant floor and take a step inside.
As your eyes adjust to the OSHA lighting for precision tasks, you hear a symphony. The overhead HVAC circulation system. The rushing coolant supply and return piping. An uncountable number of fans, forcing air through heatsinks to keep computers and servo drives cool. The whine of variable-frequency drives and servos. A repeating ditty rendered in monophonic MIDI in the distance; perhaps "O, Fortuna" or maybe "Für Elise" or even "Toccata in Fugue".
The scent washes over you next. Coolant and cutting oil, of course. But also warm steel and aluminum. Brake cleaner. Maybe some ammonia or simple green. Perhaps the acrid waftings of a cutting torch, grinder, or arc welder. Maybe the whiff of hastily sprayed paint. Depending on the season, also the crisp bite of cold outside air from the docks, or the putrid hint of summer baking something organic that should have been removed months ago.
You feel through the thick, padded soles of your safety shoes the vibrations of a thousand spinning shafts of all sizes, the faint imbalances ebbing and flowing in sync. Perhaps you incorporate the pounding cyclical drum of a press intuitive your heartbeat. Perhaps your hair raises slightly at the fields around a massive drive. Maybe a point jockey forgot the sequence and dropped a part from the extended reach of a robot.
You get to the station for your work. The robot would like to enter Zone 2. The PLC says that Zone 2 is not clear to enter. Zone 2 is ready and visually clear. You confirm to the PLC that Zone 2 is clear. The robot would like to enter Zone 2 but Zone 2 is not clear and the PLC refuses to acknowledge that Zone 2 is ever clear. Zone 2 might not even exist.
You need to run 1,000 parts through your system to prove your system works. Each part should take less than 60 seconds to move through the system. This should take 1,000 minutes then, barring any issues. There are always issues. The team working downstream is teaching new robot points and has blocked the line from running that way. The team working upstream is changing tooling so the system is starved that way. You cannot run parts because there are no parts to run and there are no places to put the parts you do not have.
A alarm goes off in the distance. A series of shouts and cheers erupts. You feel in your bones the weight of a pallet of parts dropping off the end of a conveyor onto the floor.
Zone 2 is not clear.
Void
She lays on her side, eyes focused on nothing, seeing little. She listens to the sounds of her blood rushing through her ears, the house climate control breathing. She wonders why she is awake.
KPop Demon Hunters
KPop Demon Hunters
I cannot stop thinking about KPop Demon Hunters. The songs are catchy. Rumi's VA has a gorgeous voice.
Oh, and of course there is no cisgender explanation for the story. For fuck's sake, the trio fight with magical weapons made of the trans flag colors.
But Rumi's story...
- Being raised to "conceal don't feel"
- Her aversion to public undress and bathhouses
- Her eventual malicious outing
- The culmination with her realisation that she cannot win without accepting herself in totality
This movie is just such a transgender mood that obviously at least one person in the writer's room knows. Just... they had to know...right?
Ohio Is Just Like That
Ohio Is Just Like That
Stopped at a service plaza on the Ohio Turnpike halfway between nowhere and nothing, to pee and do anything but stare at moving trucks for a while.
The women's bathroom is wet.
The floors are wet.
The walls are wet.
The stall dividers are wet.
The toilet seats are wet.
The toilet paper is wet.
The paper towels are wet.
The ceiling is wet.
The mirrors are wet.
There is standing water in the wet trash cans.
The bathroom is wet.
There is a wet trail of footprints from the bathroom to every exit of the plaza building.
There is no such trail from the men's bathroom.
Do the men not pee?
Or are they denied the privilege of wet?
One must wonder if the men are happy, deprived as they are of the wet.
There is 100 miles to my charge stop.
I pass a tanker of liquid hydrogen.
The right lane is closed.
A sports car passes me at over 30mph delta.
A collapsed farm drifts past.
There is 100 miles to my charge stop.
A field of rusty farm equipment passes.
The left lane is closed.
I pass a tanker of liquid hydrogen.
A line of high-tension towers marches away into free distance.
The sky reaches down to grab the horizon in every direction.
There is 100 miles to my charge stop.
A state trooper pulls out of his hiding spot in the median.
He is so close I cannot see his headlights in my rearview mirror.
He exits the turnpike 25 miles later.
There is 100 miles to my charge stop.
I pass a tanker of liquid hydrogen.
The right lane is closed.
A state trooper memorial sign is falling over.
The left lane is closed.
There is 100 miles to my charge stop.
A driver stands, watching an invisible flame consume a tanker of liquid hydrogen.
The sky gloats at us crawling along beneath it.
There are 100 miles to my charge stop.
I enter another county.
A woman screams past on a violet motorcycle, twin braids flying behind her as long as the bike.
The right lane is closed.
My podcast episodes are all finished.
The sky glares at me sullenly.
There are 100 miles to my charge stop.
I enter another county.
I pass a sign advertising food at a service plaza.
None of the logos are familiar.
Gas is $3.119 per gallon.
I enter another county.
There are 100 miles to my charge stop.
A field of radio masts strain up fruitlessly to scratch the leering sky.
I enter another county.
A woman stands on a portable lift, squeegeeing an array of solar panels.
There are 100 miles to my charge stop.
The service plaza for my charge stop is deserted.
One woman appears at the pizza counter.
They are out of pizza.
They are also out of salads.
They are out of ingredients for Italian or ham subs.
I can order a turkey sub, though.
I order a turkey sub.
She asks if I want anything else.
I order a drink.
They are out of drinks.
A triple-trailer FedEx drones past.
The flags move listless and limp on the pole outside the plaza building.
Another triple-trailer FedEx drones past.
The red light flashes on top of a water tower.
Another triple-trailer FedEx drones past.
The woman calls my name and hands me my sub and an empty cup.
I try the fountains.
They are out of drinks.
I had ordered the sub toasted.
The oven is broken.
I hand the woman back the empty cup.
She says it is for my drink.
I did not order a drink.
They are out of drinks.
I throw out the cup.
I put the sub in my car and return to the plaza to use the restroom.
The restroom is wet.
Beating Pete
"Artemis."
A soft chime. “Yes, Moira?”
"Please begin the checklist for transition into hypersonic regime."
A display to my left blinks and is populated with a scrolling, indented checklist. Artemis quickly runs through all items it can check, highlighting the ones I need to verify. Once done, unable to suppress a grin, I strap my O2 mask on and prep the G-suit for the batshit thing I am about to do.
"Artemis."
A soft chime. “Yes, Moira?”
"Please begin all-channel recording for Gamma Flight Test One-Eighty-Eight. Pilot's notes: Fifty-six years and four months ago today, Pete Knight set the as-yet unbroken human speed record of Mach six point seven. I, Moira McIntyre, fully intend to break that record today with Gamma zero two four India Oscar."
With that done, I glance across the various blue and orange gauges on my instrument panels. Lucille is flying stable and clean at thirty thousand feet at a comfortable Mach 0.85. Below us, the Atlantic Ocean sparkles in the noon sun. I toggle off the autopilot, taking the sidestick in my left hand and lightly resting my right hand on the throttles and engine mode selector. I take a deep breath of O2-laden air to clear my mind, then breathe out "Poyekhali!"
Waves
A soft chime. Artemis says “Janais, Kian would like you to meet her in the synth. Do you accept?”
A half-hearted weary groan from under a mountain of blankets and plushes. Then nothing.
Ten minutes pass. A soft chime. Artemis says “Janais, Kian would like you to meet her in the synth. Do you accept?”
A weak mumble and the top of the mountain twitches slightly. Still nothing.
Ten minutes pass. A soft chime. Artemis says “Janais, Kian would like you to meet her in the synth. Do you accept?”
"Mrrrrrrr...?" comes the first verbalization from the pile heard in the room in over eighteen hours. "Fuck. What time even is it, Artemis?"
A soft chime. Artemis says “Janais, it is now twenty-one thirty-four on Tuesday, February third, twenty twenty-six. Also, Kian would like you to meet her in the synth. Do you accept?”
"Yeah, alright. You are just gonna bother me until I do, right?"
“Yes. Kian asked me to remind you every ten minutes that she would like you to meet her in the synth until you accept.”
"Uggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fine. Not gonna put pants on though."
RIP Sir Ciaran de Pouncealot -- April 1, 2016 to October 13, 2023
You were a good cat. A powerful demon beast without fear and with the intense bravado to make friends and/or fight anything and everything.
How will we know you loved us if you no longer show us with bite and claw?
Making the decision to put you out of your abject pain and misery this week was one of the worst I have ever had to make. But at the same time, I knew it was the right choice, for you and for us. You passed away quietly and quickly between us, content and purring.
We will miss you, Ciaran.
Trailer Ablaze
Dark morning freeway
Stars losing ground above to the faint skyscream of cityglow
An ululating flash on the horizon
Stretchers and fire, tractor ripped from trailer, shattered glass and smeared rubber
Darkness again
anna
EV Charger Thoughts
So I bought a Kia EV6 a while ago, and I now have Thoughts on the common EV DC fast charger networks.
Electrify America
Upsides
Generally my preferred network. Usually one or more 350kW chargers, in good places like near a Meijer or Wal-Mart. Decent prices, and I got like 1000kWh free with the vehicle purchase. Usually easy to tell what power level is available before pulling into a stall.
Downsides
Most often one or more of the chargers at the station are broken, and months go by without attention. Usually only one of the connectors on a charger will work at a time; no simultaneous or split charging.
EVgo
Upsides
Often one or more 350kW chargers. Decent prices, and supposedly 100% green power (though prooooooobably through carbon credits, which, ew). Program card means I can leave my phone in the car. Multiple connectors on the charger are almost always simultaneous and not split.
Downsides
Basically impossible to tell power level without reading the charger manufacturer faceplate or looking in the app; the chargers are rarely marked otherwise. Locations are much more varied and often not as convenient, and the position of the station is often wrong by hundreds of feet. In stations with only one charger, it is often an older 60kW unit.
ChargePoint
Upsides
Uhhh. They are everywhere? And they do do split charging, but...
Downsides
Multiple connectors on a charger will split the available power immediately when a second vehicle plugs in. The station owner sets pricing, and often this means that you pay a) a session fee just to connect b) a per-minute rate (rather that the per-kWh rates that most other networks use) regardless of actual charging speed c) far higher rates in general and d) sometimes even per-minute parking fees alongside the power fees. It is not uncommon to find chargers that are the equivalent to $5-7/gal. The overwhelming majority of chargers are either newer 125kW (which splits to 62.5kW if two are plugged in) or <=60kW. I have even seen ones rated out as little as 20kW which is barely an improvement over the 48A 11.1kW AC rate the onboard vehicle charger can handle. Easily my last resort network.
EVBox
Weird network aimed at commercial proprietary owners. Apparently easy to fuck up the initial setup, making them hard to actually pay for. Usually only AC chargers.
GreenLots / Shell Recharge
A small network, kinda pricy, also pays money to an oil company, but decent enough.
blink
Literally never had one work. All three I have ever tried just failed to talk to the car, much less any of the billing infrastructure.