What’s the Pura Vida?

Our first evening in Costa Rica there was an orientation meeting of the tour group before supper. The tour director (aka ‘our guide’) had written a few notes on a flip chart, of which two were the most important phrases in Spanish to know for traveling in CR: ‘gallo pinto’ and ‘pura vida’.

Gallo pinto should mean ‘speckled rooster’, but it really is a dish of black beans and rice, probably with a little sweet red pepper and some cilantro or other chopped herbs added. We were served it probably every day with breakfast and at more than 2/3 of our other meals — not that it was all we had to eat by any means, but it was a regular. I figure it’s a little like Welsh Rabbit — if you can’t afford meat, you call the non-meat dish meat.

‘Pura Vida’ is the thing to answer when someone asks how you are or how’s it going. It sort of means ‘cool’ or, since the ‘vida’ is ‘life’, maybe you want to think of it as ‘life is good.’ You see it everywhere on T-shirts and souvenirs. One salesclerk told me (but it was in the airport when we were leaving, too late to do any good) that it was appropriate to say in place of “you’re welcome”. Our guide said it was distinctive in Costa Rican Spanish, and if you heard it somewhere else in Latin America you could be pretty sure that the person who said it was from CR.

Our guide would say, first thing every morning on the bus, “Buenos dias, amigos! Como estan?” and if we answered, “Muy bien!” he would say, “No! No! Pura Vida! Como estan? — OK, that’s better!” It took three or four days for everyone to catch on.

In our third hotel I had a wireless signal in the lobby, and it looked as though I didn’t have to pay for access as I had to at the first hotel (the second was out in the boonies and there was no chance at all). I asked the desk clerk if the lobby was a wireless hotspot, and he said, “Yes, we have wireless, but only right here in the lobby.” At that point I had learned enough to say, “Pura vida!” and that seemed to be appropriate.

Home from Costa Rica

If you haven’t noticed the latest couple of items on my twitter feed, I’m back from ten days of a trip to Costa Rica. I have a lot of pictures to process and post and a lot I’d like to write if I ever get around to it. To summarize, I

  • went to the edge of a volcano crater that was too foggy to see
  • tasted a raw coffee bean
  • walked among butterflieshistop>
  • saw people packing bananas that had just come in from the field
  • rode on a bus for 2 kilometers on a road flooded six inches deep
  • saw sloths, monkeys, crocodiles, caimans, lizards, and two dozen kinds of birds I had never heard of a month ago
  • walked along the beach on the Caribbean and the Pacific shores
  • changed boats in the middle of a river (I’m convinced the first boat broke down because the driver slammed it into reverse when he saw a jaguar swimming across the river)
  • saw acres and acres of pineapple fields — I’m not worried about the supermarket running out of pineapples for us to buy
  • (illegally) crossed the border into Nicaragua
  • walked on suspension bridges 50 meters above the rain forest
  • got a cha-cha lesson (all right, a group lesson) from the winner of a TV dance contest show

Squirrel Cage Swift

I did get the squirrel cage swift finished over the weekend. I realized that I hadn’t bought enough maple to make a frame for it, so I put together a frame out of some mahogany (probably it’s lauan, Philippine mahogany) that Matt had originally bought for deck flooring and brought up to Casco for bridges on the trails. There are dozens of board feet of it, so I took three lengths. Maybe I’ll make a nicer frame, but this one is perfectly servicable for now. Notice the handles on the axles; that’s something you can do once you’re a little comfortable with a lathe. I used the plunge router, too, without making a big deal of it. I probably commented when I got it about how much nicer it is to use than my old router. When I saw it at Marden’s I thought, “I’d like a plunge router, but is that feature enough to justify buying it?” It’s not just the plunge (which means you can set the base in position on the workpiece, in the right place, before turning it on, and then push the cutter into the work, rather than have the cutter projecting and spinning before it contacts the wood, which makes it impossible to do precise work in the middle of a board), but two other things that are even nicer features: First, a soft start. My old router goes from 0 to full speed as soon as you push the switch. The startup torque almost yanks the tool out of your hands, which is scary as well as detrimental to doing precise work. This one starts slowly and builds up to full speed over a few seconds, so it’s much easier to control. Secondly, this has a vacuum port for sawdust extraction. A router makes a tremendous amount of sawdust, all right, not as much as a lathe, but probably more sawdust per second of operation than a lathe. Having a place to put a shop-vac hose while running the router makes it a lot neater to use and clean up from. So, overall, although the old router “works just fine”, the new one was one of my best tool purchases.

Here’s the swift:

— ready to use, and below, loaded up with a big skein of Reynolds’ Eco Wool (bought at Fabric Place when they went out of business last year)

Fish Sticks puzzle

Late last Thursday afternoon (Dec. 24) we went up to the Ocean State Job Lot store near the Oxford/Norway line because Arlene wanted a handful of cheap putty knives for printmaking (getting ink out of cans). Of course we spent way more than six times 80 cents, but she did get those putty knives. Among (lots of) other things, we got a jigsaw puzzle just because we liked the image — the front page of the Boston Globe from the last presidential election. It’s very rare for us to buy a jigsaw puzzle other than a Springbok puzzle at a yard sale, but Job Lot prices are so low, and the pieces looked at least not all the same shape, that we got this one.

On the way home we got stuck behind some very slow traffic — extremely unusual for the area. After a couple of miles it got even slower, but there seemed to be some explanation ahead on the left — maybe a lot of parked cars, or flashing lights. Looking out the passenger window, Arlene said, “It almost looks like a parade float up ahead.” I thought I heard something, and opened my window. I had been hearing amplified Christmas music. As we got up to the parked cars, we saw a sign in front of a restaurant, “Santa arrives in Oxford, 6 PM Dec. 24.” That was it! We had been behind Santa Claus.

We did the puzzle that evening. It turned out to be easier than it had looked, because it was easy to sort pieces by picture, different sizes of type, and so on.

I thought that maybe Arlene could be more open to non-Springbok puzzles than usual, so the next day I brought out a puzzle I had got at the Casco town flea market two summers ago, one labeled “Fish sticks pieces!” It had a somewhat abstract picture of trout and leaves in very bright colors, but the interesting thing was the way it was cut — long skinny rectangular pieces with straight sides, except for the interlocking tabs, and lots of sections going diagonally. It was very hard to figure out which pieces were edges, because many non-edge pieces as well as many edges had short straight sides. We decided not to worry about edges at the start, but just to put together whatever we could. Halfway through, it looked to me like a pile of broken glass, with lots of sharp points. Look how much we did before we got even one edge complete:

It was a rather challenging puzzle, just because we’re not at all accustomed to pieces with shapes like that. After a while we did tune in to the shapes and colors, and it turned out not to be excessively difficult after all. We ended up deciding we liked it a lot.

Walk around the block

In Casco, it’s three miles around the block; or, at any rate, three miles around the smallest loop of roads that goes around our house. On Christmas Eve we went for a walk, and took the left fork on George Hannon Road so as to take a slightly longer route, maybe fifty yards or so longer than we had to, just for the extra exercise. It was a beautiful sunny day with temperature close to freezing. I took the new camera for practice. Here are two of the sights:

Our favorite weathervane. It’s on the house at the corner of Mayberry Hill Road, at the top of the hill.

With the camera lens set to maximum zoom, I got a particularly clear view of Mount Washington from the spot on Mayberry Hill Road overlooking Pleasant Lake and out towards New Hampshire. I always like to walk clockwise around the loop so we’re walking towards this view.

More camera practice

I took Matt’s old camera (and really, I’m entitled to call it my new camera now. I paid him for the body, and he and Anne gave me the lens for hanukah) outside yesterday to practice wildlife photography at our bird feeders. It has the big advantage over my little point-and-shoot that you can focus it through the lens; for birds, where the autofocus is more likely to make a branch or leaf sharp than to focus on the bird, that’s a big help. I need more practice, but I can see the attraction of this one.

Cigar box guitar progress report

This is something I started a couple of years ago and have just got back to, a cigar box guitar. It’s not really made from a cigar box, rather from a box made of thin plywood from a lauan hollow-core door, but it’s cigar-box guitar level technology.

Squirrel cage swift progress report

Back in county fair season (the date on the photo says September 13) we went to the Oxford County fair. I saw a yarn-handling device labelled “squirrel cage swift” — think two hamster exercise wheels with a skein of yarn around the two of them. It takes up lots less space than an umbrella swift but serves the same purpose.

I decided to make one.

I bought some maple lumber at Lowe’s in Portland a few weeks ago. Last weekend I cut out five five-inch circles (I only need four for the project, but the board was big enough for five) on my bandsaw. This weekend I put them (one at a time, natch) on the faceplate of the Jet Mini lathe, turned them down to really round, and sanded them. Here’s halfway in the process, two still the bandsaw product and three looking well sanded — and I mean well sanded. I was amazed at how good they look:

That’s all for now — maybe next weekend.

Native American style flute

Last weekend I finally finished a Native American style flute from a kit I got several years ago at the Shoshone-Bannock powwow at Fort Hall, Idaho (down the road a piece from my mom’s house). Here it is — (no snide remarks please)

On the way home from Pocatello a year ago we had a layover in the Phoenix airport. I bought a book there about learning to play those things. Now I need to study (and of course that means practice) from it.