I biked over to Charlestown today to do a round of weekend noise monitoring and rode back along the esplanade to see the Harvard sailboats in the harbor “doing their thang”. Look, water activities of any sorts in the Boston Harbor, don’t really compute in Erica logic. I’m not afraid of water, I’m just afraid of THAT water.
Anyway, the boats on the water looked pretty spectacular so I stopped to catch my breath and take in the scenery. It ended up being a very philosophical stop. Quite quiet, which was good, because my ears are still ringing from all the loudness in Charlestown! However, I could clearly hear the conversation of the men and women on the boats—even though they were hundreds of feet away from me! This is the thing I really like about studying sound. While I am not classically trained as an acoustics engineer, I know enough to know that none of what sound does in our environment is trivial. If the atmosphere is just right and there is no real impedance, sound does some pretty magical things.
I didn’t monitor noise here; I just took in the scenery. I did manage to take a few photos—not of the harbor or the boats, as you would imagine. I took a photo of my bike. Betsy, which is her name, has weathered many of storms over the past year of noise monitoring. She’s been there with me every step of the way. She is my state-of-the art noise monitoring mobile station.
And there’s Lester Holt, my reflective vest, which I have used to make myself look official. He likes to hang out and draw attention away from my clandestine operations. Since I’ve met Lester, the police calls have been far less. So, I want to introduce you guys to two members of my very important team!