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Life events ruminations

Kidneyversary

One year ago today* I gave away my left kidney. Taking a lap around the sun with only one kidney was everything I hoped it would be.

My body has long been fully recovered. I started learning ice hockey three months after donating; now I play in a beginner league and feel no sign of the surgery no matter how I stretch or sprawl. Besides my scars, which have faded from red to cream, there’s no sign I donated a kidney. I’m staying active, staying hydrated, and feeling great.

My one-year labs show my kidney function is as expected: about 60% of what I had with two kidneys. I gave away the larger one, which put me at about 45% remaining, but then the remaining kidney should have hypertrophied (grown) in response. At any rate, it’s getting the job done.

When I see my test values charted right on the edge of the normal range, I remind myself that my numbers might be concerning for someone with two kidneys but that’s not the accurate scale for me anymore and I’m where I should be.

This is, more significantly, my recipient’s kidneyversary. I still don’t know who they are and I remain satisfied with that arrangement. I hope the kidney is pumping away in good health!

Other donors mention have written that after a while, they forget about their donation. That’s humble, but in truth, it still pops into my head regularly. When the thought arises, it affirms parts of my identity that are important to me (I covered that in in the “how it feels” section of my blog post linked above).

One thing has changed since I wrote that earlier post: the donation never comes up in conversation. Immediately before and after the surgery, I talked about it with everyone. In the months that followed, people would ask me how I was feeling.

But now that it’s not affecting my life, there’s no context in which it arises. Which makes sense, it’s pretty far removed from the regular things people talk about. I can imagine a different timeline where I’m always deciding whether I should mention it, and I’m glad that’s not something I even have to consider. Sounds awkward.

I recently read The Serviceberry by Robin Wall Kimmerer. I believe the book began as this essay. In the essay and book, she quotes a Brazilian hunter-gatherer who has killed an animal larger than his family can eat. Asked how he’ll store the surplus, he replies, “Store my meat? I store my meat in the belly of my brother.”

* this sentence was true when I wrote it, but I’m a day late in publishing.

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Local reporting Nature

Northern Flickers Drumming on My Chimney Cap

I didn’t ask for a fireplace in my bedroom. We hardly use it. And it means that when a loud clanging noise emits from said fireplace at six in the morning on a Saturday, it jolts me awake.

The first time I bolted upright. It sounded like there was an animal trapped in my chimney. I warily opened the flue, expecting a sooty bird to flutter out, but it was empty.

Eventually I realized the sound was percolating down the chimney, so I went outside to get a look. There I spotted a Northern Flicker (Colaptes auratus) drumming away on top of my chimney cap. Is it a cap or a cowl? I don’t know my chimney parts but it’s a metal thing on top that keeps the rain and animals out.

I wonder if this behavior is unique to the species, at least around me. I once observed a Northern Flicker drumming on a metal streetlight at Ann Arbor’s County Farm Park. I had thought woodpeckers peck into wood for food, but Wikipedia says they also use drumming to communicate:

Like most woodpeckers, northern flickers drum on objects as a form of communication and territory defense. In such cases, the purpose is to make as loud a noise as possible, so woodpeckers sometimes drum on metal objects.

I’ve experienced this early wake-up call several times in recent years. And I recently saw a Flicker – the same one that had just been waking me up? – drumming on my neighbor’s chimney cap across the street. When I texted them about it, they were inside trying to figure out what was causing the noise.

Last month I saw this bird feather around the corner from my house:

iNaturalist suggested the feather belonged to a Northern Flicker and several community members confirmed it. I hadn’t noticed the bird’s gold feathers (that’s where the name auratus comes from) from observing it perched so was surprised at this ID but the photos on Wikipedia show its golden underbelly. Maybe my wake up friend dropped this.

It’s a little annoying, but it doesn’t seem worth fighting. So far it’s been infrequent and, I think, only in the spring or early summer. The biggest discomfort came from not understanding the banging noise emanating from my fireplace, which is why I wrote this quick post: just in case anyone else is trying to figure out what’s happening. I hope our roof doesn’t need servicing for many years, but when that happens, maybe they can put an owl statue or some shiny ribbons up there as a deterrent.

P.S. As I went to publish I saw a button in WordPress offering to “generate title options” that would improve my SEO. Curious, I clicked it, and it suggested:

  • Northern Flickers: The Unexpected Noise in Your Chimney
  • What to Do About Noisy Birds Drumming on Your Chimney
  • Understanding Northern Flickers: The Sounds They Make

I hate this! It says these would “position my content as informative” and I agree they would likely get more clicks, but under a deceptive premise. This post does not deliver on any of those titles.

Someone has probably generated posts like those full of AI slop. And that right there is a big piece of what’s wrong with the web and search in particular.

The idea for this post occurred to me on a dog walk. I often write in my head on such walks and rarely do the ideas end up published here, to my chagrin. I played with the idea of dictating my thoughts during the walk and having AI clean up the typos and structure. The theory was that it would get me 90% of the way there and increase the number of posts I actually finish. But it added another editing step of putting the post back into my own words and tone and in the end did not save any time over cleaning up my own dictation.

Enough for now. Just had to let this post drift into another topic, which I can do because I’m a human being and it’s my own dang blog. More posts to come soon, I hope!

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Gardening How-to Nature Uncategorized

An Easy Trick to Pollinate a Solitary Pear Tree

I haven’t got much room for trees at my house, but I wanted one fruit tree, and I love pears. So in 2021 I ordered a pear tree through the Washtenaw County Conservation Department’s plant sale. I biked it home from the Farm Council Grounds in Saline on a beautiful day spring day.

Two bundled up trees - just whips, no leaves - on the back of a cargo bike

That tree has thrived since then and is now almost even with our second-story windows. Last year it had many flowers, only one of which became a pear. We watched that lonely pear until it fell and was gnawed on by an animal.

I knew that this pear tree (Blake’s Pride) was not self-fertile. But it can cross with any other pear, including the Bradford Pear, aka Callery Pear, a loathsome invasive cultivar that looks pretty, smells awful, and breaks easily. You may already know and dislike it. I just searched up “Bradford Pear” and see Missouri is set to ban it from being sold – good stuff.

Ann Arbor has many of these misbegotten trees. One grows half a block away from me and I was hoping that would be close enough to do the trick. But our yield of one pear showed it was not.

What to do? I considered trying to hand-pollinate between the Bradford Pear and my pear. Their periods of flowering overlap. But that would be tedious and I can’t reach the top half of the tree.

Then an idea came to me: I would clip a bough from the Bradford Pear and hang it in my tree. Insects would alternate between the two kinds of flowers and not know the difference.

It was free and took five minutes. And it worked! I have dozens of tiny pears set on my tree:

A close up shot of a pear bough with a few tiny developing fruits

The clipped branch’s flowers wilted after a few days, but it had been long enough for the bees to do their business.

I have a bee hotel in my driveway maybe forty feet from the tree. I credit those little solitary bees with doing the work here. They didn’t have to repay me for hosting them but it’s sweet that they did.

Bee hotels are neat. Here’s a picture I took in 2020 during COVID lockdown of a large bee hotel at the Michigan State University Children’s Garden:

a large green bee hotel labeled "Native Bee Hotel" with many pieces of wood with drilled out holes

Mine is only the size of one of those rectangular blocks on the top shelves of this hotel.

We’ll see how the harvest turns out, but I’ve solved the pollination problem!

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DIY Gardening How-to Nature

My Tote-ally Awesome Rain Barrel

I’ve now had a full season with my mega-sized rain barrel. It’s great. Here’s how it works and what I learned along the way.

The “barrel”: I also have a proper 55 gallon barrel collecting rain from my garage, but the barrel that’s the focus of this post isn’t actually a barrel – it’s a caged IBC tote (“Intermediate bulk container“) that holds a whopping 1,040 liters of rainwater!

Status: full.

I bought it from a local government unit, the Washtenaw County Conservation District (store link). It didn’t fit in my minivan so I carried it home on my cargo bike – that’s a whole ‘nother story that I wrote up as The biggest thing I’ll ever tote on a bike.

I won’t lie, these IBC totes sure are ugly! And mine is visible from the street. Here’s how it looked at first:

I had planned to build a wood screen in front of it and paint a mural or something, but it was simpler to buy online a black cover that zips right on. Also, apparently these totes will grow algae inside if you don’t cover them or paint them black to block out the sunlight, so this was a 2-for-1 solution.

Fully installed
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How-to Life events ruminations

Notes on a Non-Directed Kidney Donation


“Do you have any questions?” the surgeon asked. After a year of learning all I could about kidney donation, I did not. Following a quick debate over who would shave my abdomen – the surgical team, eager to start, waved off a nurse – it was finally happening.

On October 30th my left kidney was removed via laparoscopic surgery, flown to California, and transplanted into a complete stranger. This kicked off a chain of paired transplants: in exchange for that person receiving my kidney, their loved one put their spare kidney up for grabs to another stranger with a loved one willing to donate, and so on. Last I heard, seven transplant surgeries were scheduled as a part of my chain.

Those recipients will live longer lives. And richer ones: free from dialysis, they can play, work, and travel. This came at little cost to me. I spent a night in the hospital followed by several weeks of recovery at home, mostly spent reading and taking walks. During the screening process, a surgeon categorized me as a “chronic do-gooder” type – guilty as charged – and as such I will confidently say there is no better deal out there when it comes to doing good.

Here are my collected notes from throughout the process. Along the way, I read, listened, and watched much of what’s out there about non-directed (aka “anonymous,” “altruistic,” or “good Samaritan”) kidney donation and have woven in a reading list of sorts. Those writings were above all what convinced me to donate.

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Gardening Local reporting Nature

Conifers along Miller Ave at Mack School

A row of young pine trees growing along a busy street

In 2021 I helped win a grant from the Washtenaw County Conservation District for planting native trees at Mack School (where my kids attend Ann Arbor Open). We planted the trees in 2022. Some didn’t survive, but the ones that did are looking decent. Here is a row of eastern white pines (pinus strobus) we planted in 2022, seen today in 2024:

A row of pine saplings planted along a busy street
Note the spruce at the end of the row…

They are hanging in there! I didn’t water them at all this year and they survived nonetheless. Some are only two feet tall, the biggest is close to five feet. I’ve read that once established they grow quickly and I look forward to that. Eventually the trees should provide a good visual and sound barrier against car traffic on Miller. In the spring I plan to mulch them again and maybe upsize the protective cages they are outgrowing.

Here’s a picture I took in fall 2022, when I noticed the trees – much smaller then! – were shedding yellow needles:

A one-year-old pine tree with yellow needles on the middle of its trunk and green ones elsewhere

I was concerned at first but learned this is normal behavior. White pines shed their two-year-old needles. These older needles are typically on the inside of the canopy or middle of branches.

I was removing some Glechoma hederacea (“creeping Charlie”) from around one of the little pines at drop-off this morning when a woman approached me and introduced herself as a long-time neighbor of the school. She pointed out the spruce tree at the end of the row of pines and told me that her former neighbor planted it. It had been her neighbor’s Christmas tree that year, I guess with the root ball intact, and she got approval from the school to plant it.

She estimated that her neighbor moved away a dozen years ago and planted the tree four years before that. Now children play in its shade. Look closely at the picture above and you’ll see kids have dragged a variety of sticks and stumps under its canopy to pretend with.

It was a nice reminder as I tended to these saplings of what they may eventually become. Not all of my trees will survive, but some will flourish and be enjoyed by all kinds of creatures. I’m grateful to the former neighbor who gave her Christmas tree another life.

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Biking DIY How-to Making Repair

DIY Upholstered Seat Cushion for Yuba Spicy Curry Cargo Bike

a blue and white striped cushion on the back of a longtail cargo bike

I got my first Yuba Spicy Curry bike in 2017 and have been riding one ever since. It is the long-tail bike seen in many of the photos of Things I’ve carried on a cargo bike and The biggest thing I’ll ever tote on a bike.

This year both of my weathered passenger seat cushions split open (Yuba has entirely changed the seat cushions they sell since I bought mine, and I hear the new ones are more durable). So I undertook my first foray into upholstery, refashioning my old and busted Soft Spots into one double-length cushion, a couch of sorts.

My coworking friends at Workantile have many interesting skills. One of them is a hobbyist upholsterer! With her tools and know-how it only took an hour or two, using materials we already had lying around.

First I measured and cut a piece of plywood to cover the full tail of the bike. It turned out that the foam from the old seats was still in good shape, so we reused it. We stuffed some foam scraps between the two old blocks of foam:

the foam cores of the two seat cushions, laid next to each other
All the foam, resting on the plywood base
Packed tight and held in place by special spray adhesive
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Books

The secret ending of Naomi Alderman’s The Future

I finished reading The Future and for some reason I kept going, even past the second-to-last page at the back describing the book’s fonts … after which was a final page with a cryptic note. I wonder if anyone reading the book on Kindle or audiobook finds it? I was surprised at myself that I’d read the back sections.

The rest of this post contains spoilers for the book.

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Gardening ruminations

The SEO garbage search result that sent me over the edge

This post is a spiritual successor to LLMs are good coders, useless writers.

After getting steadily worse for years, the experience of searching the web just hit a new all-time low. I clicked on the top non-ad search result and encountered the worst word-salad nonsense I’ve ever seen. It was too perfect not to share.

I had let the small patch of lawn in my yard get knee-high. My reel mower can’t cut grass that tall, so I broke out the old weed whacker I got on the cheap at ShareHouse. It immediately ran out of the cutting string that it came with, so I found myself at the hardware store shopping for a refill.

I didn’t know if I should replace only the string or swap out the whole head. So, standing in Lowe’s, I whipped out my phone and searched it up: “restring toro weed trimmer”

(I winced when my kids started saying “search it up,” but I’ve since come to appreciate it. It avoids centering a corporation, unlike “I Googled it.” And I wasn’t using Google: the DuckDuckGo browser on my phone is, sadly, Microsoft Bing in disguise).

The first non-video result was from “Backyard Lord.” I’ve included screenshots in case that link dies, as it sure ought to.

Looking at it now, the “Pro Tips for Easy Trimming” suffix reeks of LLM garbage, as does the domain “Backyard Lord.” But the listed steps seemed like what I wanted. I clicked on it.

The page started off okay:

But that was the end of the plausible content. The next block was just keywords and mentioned a tennis racket??

The next block contained the prompt for the LLM! All highlighting mine:

From there it becomes free-association insanity. There’s a step-by-step guide … but each step discusses a totally different industry! Step 1, preparation, is about starting a business:

Step 2 is about restringing a guitar:

Step 3 is empty and Step 4 drips with irony as it talks about strings in the context of LLMs:

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Local reporting

A three-eyed creature haunts the streets of Ann Arbor

I first met this adorable creature in Ann Arbor in April 2022. It was painted on a post at Packard & Arch at the tiny Forsythe Park. It offered good (albeit saucy) advice:

I’m glad I photographed it because it was soon gone. A week later the creature appeared a few blocks south, on the side of the Argus Farm Stop. This message was purely encouraging:

I didn’t see it again after that. Until this month, when the creature returned to a couple of spots on Madison St.

Here it is beaming on a planter at Madison and Main:

On an electrical box near Washtenaw Dairy, on Madison west of First [painted over as of November 2024]:

Radiant! Does anyone know what it’s saying? The same red and white paint is used in both pieces a block apart, perhaps they were created in the same evening.

[Added October 2024] A dog who is also a spicy life coach on Madison near Main St:

Is that paint? Marker? I know little about street art but I appreciate it when it’s well-done, creatively and technically. I’m glad the creator still calls Ann Arbor home – it’s a pricey place to make it as an artist – and continues to share this creature with us.

This kind of thing is ephemeral and feels worth recognizing and documenting. My dad played poker with a guy who made a hobby out of photographing antique ads painted on sides of brick buildings around Chicago. By the time he published a book with his decades of photos (Fading Ads of Chicago), half of them had faded away or been covered up, painted over, knocked down.

If you have seen this creature elsewhere, send in your photos or tip me off to where I can spot it in the wild.

November 2024 update: I was tipped off that the artist is Benjamin Layman. I’m not outing him, he has taken credit for a creation on Reddit under his real name. See his Instagram where you can buy originals or commission new work.

I’ve also updated the post with a new photo and noted that a past work has been painted over.