Yucca Mountain Spotted Fever #4

I've been writing off and on about some of the developments at Yucca Mountain over the past few years.  While the average citizen probably doesn't know much or care much about it, it is still a $15 billion+ program that gets fewer headlines in the mainstream press than it probably should.

I had a good summary of the state of things in late 2010 in my Yucca Mountain Spotted Fever #2 post.  To summarize:

• Way back in the 1980's, Congress said, "Thou shalt bury nuclear waste in Yucca Mountain."  The US Department of Energy was tasked with making it happen, including getting approval from the US Nuclear Regulatory Commission.
• The US Department of Energy said, "Eh, this Yucca Mountain thing is too thorny; we can't continue with it."
• The NRC said, "Uh-oh, DOE is giving up.  Hey, group of smart folks here at the NRC, what should we do?"
• The Smart Folks said, "You have no statutory ability to give up.  Congress has directed; you must follow."
• The NRC said, "Ummmm ..... we'll get back to you."

And that's about where it has stayed for the past two years.  Then-Chairman of the NRC, Gregory Jaczko, was in no hurry to continue the analysis, presumably due to his ties to Senator Harry Reid, who has stated his vociferous objections to completing Yucca Mountain in his home state of Nevada.  (Quoth the Senator: "I am proud that after two decades of fighting the proposed Yucca Mountain nuclear waste dump, the project has finally been terminated.")

So, the "smart guys" told the NRC to GET ON WITH IT, but the NRC kept dragging its feet.  Some members of Congress wrote sharply crafted letters to goad the NRC into action.  An important point to make here, though, is that no additional funding has been provided by Congress to complete the review.  The NRC has about $11 million to finish the review, which -- while a lot of money to you and me -- is a pittance to the NRC.  Every hour of every person working at the NRC is charged out at something like $276 per hour.  Novice, experienced, subject matter expert ... they're all $276 per hour.  For the record, my charge out rate is $178 dollars per hour, and I'm paid comfortably in an organization with more overhead than I care to admit.

Well, the DC Circuit Court of Appeals issued its ruling last week: The NRC does not have the power to stop reviewing the Yucca Mountain project.  "As things stand, therefore, the Commission is simply flouting the law."  Another judge on the court noted that "former NRC Chairman Gregory Jaczko, who has since resigned, orchestrated a systematic campaign of noncompliance."

The Wall Street Journal then added, "If Mr. Jaczko worked on Wall Street he'd be indicted."

And so the NRC must continue down its path of evaluating the DOE's application to certify Yucca Mountain as the single geologic repository for nuclear waste, although everyone knows that the remaining $11 million is not enough to complete the review and Congress has little incentive to continue to fund it.

I feel sorry for two groups of people: the electric customers in this country who have been dutifully paying the 0.1 cent per megawatt-hour fee (which Congress continues to collect) and received nothing but waste in return, and the handful of NRC engineers and reviewers who must review the application with the knowledge that it's basically dead on arrival and their work will be forever shelved.

Driving a Tesla

I got to drive a friend's Tesla this evening.  Actually, it wasn't even his Tesla; his Tesla was in the shop for some buffing / detailing work, so he had a loaner Tesla.  And, of course, they loan the Model S Performance, which will do 0-60 mph in 4.2 seconds.

I have never driven a car with that much power, and frankly, probably never will again.  My current car is a 175 hp 2009 Nissan Altima, and the car before that was a ~110 hp 1998 Subaru Legacy.  The Model S is equivalent to a 416 hp car.  And without gears to shift, the ability to put all that power directly to the wheels -- even from a standstill at 0 RPM -- is mind-bending.  The slight pause that we have all come to expect from traditional engines and transmissions just isn't there, and it keeps dumping torque to the wheels.  The best analogy is that it's like getting launched from an electromagnetic roller coaster.  Except you're driving this one.

I was admittedly a little nervous about driving around the streets in DC for fear of getting cut off or not seeing someone in the slightly-larger-than-I'm-comfortable-with blind spots. (The C-pillar is jagnormous.)  But all worked out okay in the end, and I had a fun drive. 

Three more observations:
   1.  I'm told BMW's are set up the same way, but I kept hitting the cruise control lever instead of the turn signal.  It's very annoying to set the cruise control on HOLYSHITGO!!!! when you're accelerating and trying to merge into the next lane.
   2.  The car is fighting pretty hard to engage regenerative braking.  I know why it's doing it, and I applaud the efforts to eke out every mile possible (as well as to recharge the battery at a voltage that actually does something), but it takes some getting used to.  My Subaru was a stick (yes, I drove a stick for many years in and around DC), and the Tesla slows down as if the car was in 2nd gear the whole time.  This is adjustable, but of course, everyone wants the best mileage and range they can eke out.
   3.  My friend showed a picture of when he was charging at at Supercharger station when the battery was almost empty and "drinking" from the Supercharger as fast as it could: 226 amps at 371 volts.  226 amps at 371 volts is about 84 kilowatts.  That's about 14x more than your average house draws at full power.  Or, to put it another way, if you charge at 84 kilowatts for about 3 hours, that's roughly the same as your average house will drink in a week. 

I bring this up to compare to my previous calculation that about 20 megawatts of power (equivalent) is flowing through your gasoline hose when us ordinary folk fill up at the gas station.  So, there's a tremendous amount of electricity flowing through the wires, and some very talented engineers found a way to safely transfer all that power, but it's still two hundred times less power (equivalent) than is flowing through your gas hose at the gas pump.

[Nerd note on that last item: for any technically minded folks out there, I acknowledge that electric vehicles are about 3x more efficient that gasoline powered vehicles, thus making the "equivalent power" flowing only about a factor of 70 less than the gasoline pump.  But still.  70x.  Wow.  Gasoline is pretty energy dense.]

At this point, I would like to close with a picture of me in front of said Tesla but, alas, no pictures were taken.  You'll just have to take my word for it.

And thanks for the ride, Greg.

Pandora's Promise - A Critical Review

Like a lot of other nuclear engineers, I went to see Pandora's Promise last night.  It's a documentary about the benefits of nuclear power, and is touted as an "Official Selection" at the 2013 Sundance Film Festival. (I'm not sure what that means.  It doesn't appear on the list of award winners, for instance.  Perhaps it's a fancy name for "participant"?)  There were lots of other fellow geeks and nerds in the audience, and people were glowing about it afterwards.

Unlike a lot of other nuclear engineers, I was disappointed.

Saying such a thing is a bit of heresy in many circles.  I admit, it's a nice, entertaining, and enlightening 86 minute documentary.  But as for its intended purpose?  It misses the mark, guys.

The director, Robert Stone (a previously anti-nuclear environmentalist who changed his mind about nuclear and decided to do something about it), is quoted as saying:

For the past three years I have devoted almost every waking moment to taking these ideas and shaping them into a documentary about what is perhaps the biggest and most unwieldy subjects imaginable: how do we continue to power human civilization without destroying the environmental conditions that has made modern civilization possible?

Look, there was an impressive amount of momentum behind this thing.  Just two years after the Fukushima nuclear accident, here was a movie that potentially could appeal to the masses and change the public opinion on the importance of nuclear power.

This was intended to shape the dialogue.  I don't think it's going to move the needle a bit.

• Where are the pithy one liners?
• Where are the memorable moments?
• Where are the quotes that people will re-use in everyday conversation?

The documentary may sway a few open-minded people who happen to see the show and perhaps question some previously held beliefs.  But its message will not get across to other folks at the water cooler, at the lunch table, at the sidelines of a soccer game as parents are watching their kids play; the documentary provides no entree into those areas.  Those are the elements that will really shape the dialogue today.  And it missed.

The projections of energy use in 2030, 2050, and 2100 were interesting, and the CGI graphics of the earth spinning and lighting up more and more were neat.  The pie charts of fossil fuel use vs. everything else were instructive.  And the pictures of Hyman G. Rickover explaining to the world the basics of how nuclear power propelled a submarine were memorable.

But we've had all those before, and they just don't seem to gain much traction.  The movie was entertaining, but it didn't tell a story that was any more compelling than Lawrence Livermore's Sandkey charts.  

LLNL's Energy Flowchart.  Seriously, take a minute with this one.  The amount of energy we lose is staggering.

(It's also easy for me to be a critic here; I'm not the one who has funded and produced a pro-nuclear documentary.  I should take a lesson from Teddy Roosevelt.)

At the end of the day, each new nuclear power plant will take approximately 10 years to build and $7 billion to construct.  There is no way your "average" utility can sink those kinds of resources into power generation -- and that's $7 billion that has to be sunk before you can pull rods and start generating power.  It's a tough sell to put $7 billion worth of eggs all into one basket, and only then can you begin making money.  It's just an insurmountable up-front cost.

Which is why I'm a little more hopeful about small modular reactors.  As a nuclear engineer, I hope that SMR's can provide a lower up front cost as well as get political support because the entire thing can be made domestically. (Admittedly, it remains very much unclear if the resulting product can generate power at a reasonable cost.)  Pandora's Promise talked about energy executives deciding to build a new nuclear power plant over a golf game; they could do that because the things were so cheap and easy to build in the 1950's and 1960's that many utilities could afford them.  Fossil fuels will continue to be favorable until either the cost of generating CO2 goes way, way up, or the cost of building nuclear goes way, way down.

But, despite all this, go see the movie.  It's at least worth the price of admission.

Beat the Heat with a Cheap, Indestructible Water Table

A pretty severe heat wave is gripping most of the east coast about now.  With the help of some other internet sites, I modified a design for a kid's water table that makes a great, cheap way to have hours of fun and stay cool at the same time.

Total cost: about $30
Time to assemble: about 2 hours, maybe less with this guide
Tools needed: a jigsaw.  You could probably do it with a hacksaw, but it would take a lot longer.

Supplies:
   - 2 ten-foot lengths of 1" diameter PVC pipe
   - 8 1" T-fittings
   - 8 1" 90-degree elbows
   - A 41 quart Sterilite tub.

Other tubs are certainly usable, but they would change the dimensions from what I'm about to describe. The 41 quart tubs are great for water tables, moon sand, regular sand ... the possibilities are endless.

Unless you own a pickup truck, it's unlikely that ten-foot sections of PVC pipe are going to fit in your car.  Have the store cut each ten-foot section for you at the 54.5" mark.  That way, it'll more easily fit in your car and it saves you a cut at home.  See the below figure for where to make the cuts:

It really helps to make two lines on the PVC pipe as you're marking it for cutting; it gives you a better line to follow when you're cutting.

Here are the pieces, mostly cut:

It helped me to label, with a piece of masking tape, the 11 and 14.5" pieces.  They're close enough that they're easy to confuse.  The 11" pieces make the legs, and the 14.5" pieces make the "ends" that hold up the tub.

Lastly, don't throw away the spare pieces.  We need to cut them into 8 small pieces (total), each 1.5" long.  These will act as little connectors between the T-fittings and the elbows.  You can see some of them jutting out of the T-fittings here, and 6 others stacked on-end:

Theoretically, there's supposed to be 1" of overlap between a fitting (like a T or an elbow) and a pipe, meaning the little connectors could theoretically be 2" long.  But friction really works against you when cramming PVC together, and 1.5" is plenty of overlap.

Assemble everything together, and have fun with your new water table!!!

Some notes:

• You could glue the PVC together for added stability and permanence.  But as it is, it's rock-solid and I like the possibility of taking it apart someday.
• The 11" legs are just barely tall enough.  You could go to 12 or 13 inches and it might be better for bigger kids.
• If you're really fancy, you could cut the 11" legs about 1/3 of the way up and add in another 4 T-fittings, thus giving you some ends that could make a shelf for storing stuff.  Maybe I'll do that as a modification in a few weeks...
• The setup was sturdy enough to easily support Beth lying in the tub (before we filled it with water), and she weighs about 28 pounds now.

A Bad Credit Card Deal

I got a notice in my inbox today from one of the credit cards I hold.  It was advertising the special deals they have with some vendors:

Wow, I get 1 point per $1 I spend at Walmart and Lowe's!

Wait a minute ... look at that last paragraph: "And, don't forget you can earn 2 points per $1 spent on your everyday purchases."

Suddenly, this seems a very bad deal.  While I normally get 2 points per dollar spent at other stores, I get HALF that reward at Walmart and Lowe's.  What??!  Why on earth would I want to do that?

Nowhere in the email does it state these are bonus points, or that these rewards are earned above and beyond what you normally earn.  The terms and conditions the email links to are here, and they don't spell anything else out, either.  Thus, I have every reason to believe that this is a disincentive to shop at Walmart and Lowe's.

Crazy.

Cheap Gas

A confluence of things happened today that resulted in my filling up my tank for $2.12 per gallon:

An area with cheap gas to begin with, coupled with a grocery store's 90 cents off per gallon incentive, made the total price $2.119 per gallon.  I doubt I will ever see gasoline that cheap again in my lifetime.

Four years ago in 2009, I was on a ski trip to Salt Lake City, Utah.  Oddly, there are a bunch of oil refineries in Salt Lake City, and the gas there is exceptionally cheap, too.  I was awestruck at the $1.29 gas for sale there.  So much so that I took a picture of THAT, too:

THEN, I was watching Die Hard on a plane trip for work not too long ago.  THAT gas was really cheap:

(46:16 for those who really care.)  Those were the days, weren't they?  When the gallon dial rolled by faster than the price dial?  Alas, even with the eGallon now toted by the DOE and electric car manufacturers, only a few states are lucky enough to have cheap enough power to still be less than $1.00 per gallon (equivalent).

Happy driving.

Solid State Hard Drives, and 15 year old memories

About two weeks ago, I installed a solid state hard drive in my computer -- a SanDisk Ultra Plus 128GB that I got on super sale for $85 -- plenty big enough to hold an operating system and a bunch of commonly-used files.

Bootup time, from the end of the BIOS screen to the computer on and all applications available, was 11.3 seconds.  Holy crap that's fast.

Almost as fast as my computer was 15 years ago, in 1998.

Allow me to take a long and extremely nerdy stroll down memory lane.  You see, when I was a sophomore in college, I decided to go off the reservation ... way off the reservation, and buy a Macintosh.  Not just any Macintosh, but a Power Computing PowerBase 240.

This was a computer that would run the Mac operating system (OS 8.1 at the time, I believe), but was not sold by Apple.  This system and its ilk became known as the Mac Clones, and they were killing Apple's business line: clones, generally cheaper and more powerful than the hardware Apple was offering, were selling much faster than Apple's wares..  Although I didn't like it, Steve Jobs made a very smart decision when he stopped licensing the OS and effectively killed off the clone market.  It came with a Motorola PowerPC 603e CPU running at a whopping 240 MHz and a 40 MHz front side bus and 16MB of RAM.  The 603 chips were generally slower per MHz than the 601 generation of chips they intended to replace, but the 603's (including the 603e and 603ev) could run at much higher clock speeds.

The computer hummed along happily for a year, and then the G3 line of processors came out.  At the time, these were unbelievably fast and powerful chips.

And my 603e chip, due to some brilliant design by the folks at PowerComputing, was located on a daughtercard and slid right out -- to be replaced by a PowerLogix G3/300 CPU.  And overclocking was easy: just turn some dip switches and crank up the MHz until either the chip or your memory couldn't take it any more.  I had mine set to 363 MHz and it was fantastic.

But there was one last trick up my sleeve that made this Mac clone way, way, way faster than anything else at the time.  You see, the memory controller that supplied power to the RAM was of a unique design for those old Motorola 600 series processors: it could keep the RAM supplied with power through a restart.

That's right: the contents of a RAM disk could be maintained through a reboot.  You could set up a RAM disk, install the OS on it, and reboot.  Your entire OS was running in RAM. For some reason, when Apple upgraded to the G3 chip (and all subsequent CPU's), the memory controller has been unable to maintain the contents of RAM through a restart.

At this time, I think I had 96MB of RAM in the machine -- about as much as it could handle.  The flagship OS at the time was Mac OS 9, but there was no way the entire OS could fit in my 96 MB of RAM (and still have some RAM left over for, you know, general use).  Thus enter the last trick up my sleeve for this rocket sled: the recovery disk for Mac OS 8.1 would fit on a floppy disk.  It was stripped down, it was mostly in black and white (all icons were in black and white so the OS would fit on a 1.4MB floppy), but it would read the newfangled HFS+ file partition scheme, and holy crap was it fast.

So, in the end, I had a Mac Clone (oddball #1) with an upgraded and overclocked G3 chip (oddball #2) running a recovery version of the OS (oddball #3), all on a RAM disk (oddball #4).  Startup time, from the reboot chime to open windows was about 3 seconds.  It was instant-on.  Applications loaded nearly instantaneously, limited solely by the read speed of the hard drive.  As long as the applications didn't need to touch the hard drive, the computer was always faster than you could think and respond.  It was awesome.  And it was only possible with the G3 chip because I had the original memory controller from the 603e chip.

Today, solid state hard drives are making some serious inroads into computing again.  They've been offered on laptops for a while now due to their small size, tiny power draw (2-3 watts under load), and crazy fast speed.  And they're getting big enough and cheap enough now that they're serviceable for desktop computers, to hold the OS, a few applications, and important data.  The speeds of SSD's are finally catching back up to account for the bloat that has become common now -- my work laptop (a not shabby Core i7 processor with a 7200 RPM HDD), running Windows 7, takes about 5 minutes to boot up.

And yet I still pine for the days when my OS would fit on a floppy and everything could be crammed onto a RAM disk.

Thanks for the stroll down memory lane.

Feeling Old in the Digital Age

When I went to college, email was still a relatively new and novel phenomenon.  People's primary method of getting onto the internet consisted of America On-Line.  AOL would flood your mailbox (your snail mail box, I should point out) with CD's that offered 500 hours of free online browsing.  If you were particularly cheap about it, you could string together a whole bunch of those CD's and get free service for quite some time (having to create a new account and new email address each time).

19.6 kilobits per second was a pretty good data transfer rate, because it was coming over your modem.  Not your cable modem ... your phone modem.  Then modem speeds went to 33.6 kbps and others offered 54 kpbs, but nobody could actually go that fast because the phone lines are just too skinny for that mode of data transfer.

Yes, e-mail had been around since the early 1980's, and various bulletin board services and other "internet-like" pages existed, but email was just hitting the mainstream in the mid 1990's. (Anyone remember Eudora?)  And hence, my impression, my use, my behavior towards email is still shaped by those formative years when the mannerisms and etiquette of emails were still growing.

Which is why, after reading this article in the NY Times, I feel really, really old.

The author talks about how he has largely eschewed conversing with his family by email, doesn't respond to voice mail (remember when it wasn't voice mail?  when it was an answering machine? And even those things were cool?), and instead opts for the shortened forms of communication provided by texts and Twitter.

The author claims that salutations and closings, such as Hello and Sincerely, are going by the wayside in the name of efficiency.

And that many people in the digital age today are so swamped with electronic communications that  thank-you message is unwanted.  The author closes the piece with,

Here's hoping that politeness never goes out of fashion, but that time-wasting forms of communication do.

I'm not 100% sure how to interpret that, but from the tone of the article, he appears to include email as one of those time-wasting forms of communication.

And that is why I feel old.