Showing posts with label me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label me. Show all posts

Friday, January 17, 2014

Tembakau dan Cengkeh di Project site dan energi alternatif

Sudah 10 tahun lebih saya merokok. Dan iya ternyata saya menikmati hal itu, saya kecanduan rokok. berawal dari iseng-iseng karena bosen di sekolah ahirnya saya benar-benar maerasa butuh dua barang sialan ini... ahahahha...
Ya, saya masih ingat bagaimana potensi bisnis rokok di negeri kita, malah saya adalah salah satu penyumbang rutin, ahahah

Saat kecanduan Anda akan merasakan pengaruh psikologis dari sembarang benda sialan yang membuat Anda kecanduan. Ada rasa nyaman, semangat, bahkan mungkin ini yang paling saya benci, ada rasa percaya diri di situ. Bukan saat Anda memegang batang rokok itu. Tapi bahkan saat usai menikmati rokok.
 Ahahahah... ouh Tuhan..

Well kembali ke judul nih.
Saya beberapa bulan ini agak dekat dengan orang-orang rayon PLN di Lombok NTB. Kebetulan ada kerjaan yg berkaitan sama sistem distribusi di Lombok. Banyak yang menarik dari pekerjaan meraka, tentu. Namun, among all of them, yang menarik bagi saya adalah energi alternatif. Ternyata PLN Lombok juga menggunakan PLTMH. Pembangkit Listrik Tenaga Mikro Hidro, yah sekitar 5 MW gitu deh. Ada PLTMH Kokok Putih dan PLTMH Pengga. Keren ya, itu berarti potensi alam benar2 dimanfaatkan. Nggak sih, saya nggak bikin penelitian tentang optimasi pemanfaatan potensi energi terbarukan di Lombok. Saya hanya baru kali ini tau bahwa ada PLTMH juga di sini.

So... saya sempat ngobrol2 saat klarifikasi model jaringan bareng orang2 dari Rayon Tanjung kalo ga salah. Saya sendiri buta tentang teknis operasi PLT air, ngasal aja saya nanya
"Pak..kalo lagi musim hujan gini debit air tentu ningkat dong?"

"wah tentu Mas.."
"Ya.. artinya Bapak dapat energi gratis berlimpah dong ??"
"Nggak juga sih Mas. Justru musim hujan gini kita dibikin repot sama kotoran dari hutan yang masuk ke bendungan.."

Ahahaha... Iya ternyata demikian pemirsa. Ada masalah di balik potensi. Eh.. kemudian saya juga mikir, kalo beban konsumsi sama, tentu kelebihan energi kalopun ada juga ga bisa ditabung jadi duit. Yah katakanlah kita simpen di dalam baterai gitu. Wlew... kebayang seberapa besar kapasitas simpannya. Tapi mungkin itu juga bukan solusi mengingat harga baterai dan kualitas batarai yg ada.

Mengenai potensi energi gratis itu saya juga baru tahu klo dari yg gratis itu yg bisa kita pakai hanya sebagian saja. Pernah ngobrol sama orang distribusi yg kebetulan familiar dengan wind farm. pas saya tanya 

"Wow bayangin kalo ada badai, berapa banyak surplus yang didapatkan?"

"Well sir.. Actually there is always limitation for every system we made. This wind farm mostly can stand only until maximum wind speed of 25kmh."

Ahahahaha... ya begitulah. Justru saat badai atau katakanlah kecepatan angin di atas batas, maka gearbox akan lepas.. dan mesinpun mati. 

Ada teman yg kebetulan kerja di kontraktor industri. Dia crita pengalaman di proyek Geotermal. Ternyata untuk membuat sebuah pembangkit panas bumi diperlukan pengamatan "kualitas" sumur geotermal dengan sangat teliti setelah pengeboran sumur (tentunya dengan investasi yg tidak sedikit). Pengamatan dilakukan bahkan hingga 2 tahun sebelum ahirnya diputuskan bahwa sumur ini layak dibuat pembangkit listrik atau tidak.
Pantesan bisnis ini hanya dipegang perusahaan raksasa sekelas Chevron atau Pertamina.  ehehe

Untuk memperoleh energi gratis itu justru kita harus investasi sangat mahal. Ya tentu saja sesuai dengan skala energi yang dijanjikan.
Hari ini sih sepertinya masih banyak proyek PLTD di negara kita. Perlahan memang itu harus ditinggalkan, karena itu membuat kita semakin tergantung dengan minyak. Bagaimanapun juga pastinya itu langkah bijak PLN untuk saat ini dengan berbagai pertimbangan meraka.

Ah.. iya saya jadi ingat Pandansimo. Proyek pembangkit listrik tenaga angin oleh BPPT dan LAPAN, dan mungkin ada lagi lembaga lainnya. Untuk lokal wilayah pantai Pandansimo Jogja, listrik dijual ke pengguna (waktu itu sih di berita hanya diperlihatkan pemakainnya untuk fasilitas warung2 dan pasar ikan di dekat pantai) dengan harga yg sangat terjangkau.
Pilot project semcam itu sih selalu tampak cantik ya. Tapi saya belum tahu seberapa besar kapasitasnya, dan apakah itu masuk akal untuk skala bisnis. yah, setidaknya sebagai alternatif energi di remote area dekat pantai. 

Masih panjang ceritanya. Kita tahu bahwa garis pantai Indonesia adalah salah satu yg terpanjang di dunia  Alah saya ga perlu klarifikasi data ini, salah juga ga apa2. yang jelas potensi energi angin di sepanjang pantai itu sangat besar. Lantas semahal apakah investasi ke sana sehingga "orang-orang" masih belum mau memulai bisnis di bidang itu?
Ataukah memang investasi di bidang ini tidak feasible.

Kenapa hayoo? 

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

A new team .. a new family

Well, its been like 8 months since I resigned from my first job. I can't hardly believe that it would ve taken soo long. ahahah..
Yet today I find out that I am not the only one, we're never alone, whatever or whoever we are.
well I'm not saying that these guys are just like me, but still I gotta be sure that I am not the worst in the hood. 

Those bullshits about space have gotta be forgotten for a while (if it is not real bullshit forever). For today, eventhough I am a bit closer to the engineering, yet this one is completely different from what i though it was. I gotta focus on this thing first. I am talking about SCADA on Electrical energy transmission and distribution. Well, first of all I got a new family, a new team, which is ofcourse not the best but better than any of those I ever been in before. I just really like this environment. It felt like the time when I get back to the robotic lab in the college. I mean, I like those days when I found myself as one of em in the hood, and really hate to remember the whole shits that made me like a stranger in my own lab.Well that happened, it did.



(God!!!, I don't think I like my haircut)
Back to this scada team, honestly I would say that I meet the right persons here. Those who dedicate to this kind of technology. Some young guys with brilliant brain, and senior who could easily behave as friend. God, I like this environment. I knew there is a lot to learn from here. I mean, I can really see how to be serious with engineering, how deep it would take into your daily life. (I knew what I did by then in the college, eheheh, it was nothing)

It would take quite a while before I could ask my old friend (or may be new friends if I found ones) to get back to "the dream". Today, halfway around the world some of my juniors are finishing their master degree in Europe (... God Bless em) and... and... well I wouldn't say anything, just "Guys you are great, You always were, since in our freak lab with mister you know who". Young men with big spirit and brilliant shit are just awesome manpower!!!, Ouh God if only I could "use" em. ahahahahaha

Ok... that s not gonna be today ..LOL

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

budaya ilmiah

Wah ternyata g semudah itu membangun budaya ilmiah bahkan pada diri sendiri...
hanya bermodal hobi sains dan riset tak cukup untuk itu.
seorang takkan mampu bekerja sendirian dalam bidang ini, maka diperlukan sebuah tim..Sayangnya, bagi beberapa orang yg belum terbiasa dengan kerja tim, hal ini bisa jadi masalah tersendiri. Banyak teman saya yg sangat hobi terhadap riset, kita sering ngobrol ringan tentang riset2 sederhana. hanya saja, mereka agak susah bersosialisasi, ahirnya, berbagai rencana untuk ikut even2 ilmiah hanya menjadi mimpi hingga Deadline di depan mata.

Dari dulu semua juga sudah tahu perbedaan antara bangsa kita dengan bangsa "maju" hanyalah berkutat seputar budaya kerja keras, kerja tim, etos kerja, dan segala macam soft skill yg berkaitan dg hal itu. Atau, setidaknya itulah yg selalu diteriakkan oleh para motivator. Penting, ternyata memang demikian dan tak mudah...

Menurut Anda, bagaimana budaya ini harus dibangun???



and anyone who thinks that it would be easier for them to change when they grew up is totally wrong. the more aged someone the more busy he is, the less time he has for himself.
Just start everything now. before they're all gone from our eyes.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

stress of exam

pfuh..
finally it ends and leaves much uncertainities after all..
this semester is somehow more like a punishment for me,
feel so shy to Nabila for I used to have long talks on math with her, despite the fact that my math this semester is so pathetic, oh God..
Allah… it’s hard to believe that they gave us the discrete ones.. and that’s what U did, thank God.
oh math… I never see U hate me like this before…

Ugh… the reality could be more pathetic, but I hope not. For sure, the final project hasn’t finished yet and this is the last week before deadline.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Teka teki pesona novel Doyle


(image: imaginaire.ca)
Sebuah buku berjudul A Handbook to Literature karangan C. Hugh Holman mendefinisikan sebuah cerita detektif sebagai “sebuah novel atau cerpen dinama terdapat sebuah kejahatan, biasanya pembunuhan - identitas sang pelaku tak diketahui – dipecahkan oleh seorang detektif melalui sebuah data-data logis dan interpretasi dari bukti yang gamblang, dikenal sebagai petunjuk (clues).” Sebuah kisah detektif yang bagus secara umum mengikuti semacam “peraturan tak tertulis”. Beberapa “peraturan” itu kurang-lebih adalah:
Pertama, kasus kriminalnya (crime) haruslah penting atau berarti, pantas dengan perhatian yang diterimanya. Sebagian besar cerita menyangkut pembunuhan, meski Conan Doyle mengikat mayoritas crime-nya seputar ketamakan dan pencurian.
Kedua, sang detektif harus hadir sebagai karakter yang mudah diingat. Harus cerdas, tentu, cerdas dan suka memperhatikan, namun juga memiliki kebiasaan khas, mungkin memiliki sebuah keistimewaan yang janggal yang bisa membedakan dia dengan orang lain. Lollipop Kojak, jas hujan Columbo yang lusuh, gadget keren James Bond, benda-benda itu membuat sang pahlawan kelihatan beda.
Ketiga, bersama dengan seorang detektif yang khas, harus ada seorang lawan yang luar biasa, seorang criminal yang cukup cerdik sebagai lawan dari sang hero. Sehingga pemecahan masalah tidak terlalu mudah.
Keempat, karena daya tarik dari sbuah kisah detektif terletak pada kesempatan bagi pembaca untuk menerka solusi yang akan ditemukan sang detektif, maka semua tersangka harus diperkenalkan diawal cerita.
Kelima, semua petunjuk yang ditemukan oleh sang detektif harus pula ada bagi pembaca.
Terahir, pada ahir cerita, solusi harus tampak jelas, logis, dan mungkin untuk terjadi. Kejahatannya tidak boleh berasal dari kecelakaan atau sangkut paut supranatural, dan sang detektif harus mampu menjelaskan semua aspek kasus dengan cara yang layak.
Terlepas dari semua kejahatan yang ada dalam cerita detektif, apa yang sebenarnya menarik dari kisah itu adalah kemampuan penulis membawa pembaca ke dalam ceritanya, menjadi bagian dari cerita, dan kemudian ikut menganalisa kasus yang mengalir dalam cerita tersebut. Yah, analisa! Itulah salahsatu kesenangan pembaca. Karena memang kecenderungan manusia untuk menyukai analisa baik objek real atau abstrak seperti matematik. Tak heran kalo kita sering menjumpai orang matematik yang suka analisa persoalan hingga mendalam meski hasilnya akan tetap setia di atas kertas karena terlalu jauh dari realitas, selain itu banyak juga penggemar kisah-kisah detektif yang bahkan sangat jijik melihat darah atau peristiwa pembunuhan di kehidupan nyata.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Kompatibilitas Windows Vista



Sisi yang paling ditonjolkan dari Windows Vista adalah perkembangan fitur Grafis dan multimedia tools, selain dari sisi keamanan. Salah satu kekurangan dari Vista (sebagai OS baru) adalah dari sisi kompatibilitas, namun dalam Windows seri ini tersedia fitur Program Compatibility Wizard yang membantu Anda untuk menginstall software yang tidak "cocok" dengan Windows seri ini. Fitur ini bisa Anda temukan di Help and Support di bagian Information from Microsoft point ke 2 "Get your programs to work on this version of Windows".


Dengan fitur ini Anda bisa menyesuaikan settingan software yang Anda ingin install sesuai dengan berbagai OS Windows pendahulu Vista, tentunya dengan berbagai keterbatasan fitur. Namun, sayangnya dari pengalaman saya, saya belum pernah benar-benar sukses menginstall program yang saya inginkan. Setidaknya ini berarti bahwa fitur ini belum bisa dibilang user friendly, khususnya untuk pemula seperti saya, karena saya belum pernah melihat fitur ini bekerja dengan baik. Maksud saya, apakah program-program itu memang samasekali tidak kompatibel dengan Vista atau memang saya terlalu asing dengan OS ini. Jadi, kira-kira kenapa ya, program yang saya install gak pernah sukses dengan wizard ini?

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Jogjakarta day 2




My mind’s washed away into a dream…
I was sitting with her in a long chair in Malioboro sidewalk, just like the first time I met her with other students of Atma. But there is something different. We’re separated although we sit on the same chair. She made a gap between us. And I just don’t know what to do, I feel so hesitate this time. It is all is because of my pathetic idea of leaving. But I got no solution for such damned trouble; I can’t even take their advices. I’m an introvert person; I got someone to love, someone to share my life with, but I never be able to solve my own troubles. We just clam up; everything is so still, as quiet as if no crowd walks in front of us. Something is wrong; everyone has gone.
The rain doesn’t fall but why everything gets so cold, so still? I can’t break this damned atmosphere. We never felt such ambience before. Why this shit happen on the last day I meet someone I love? This is not wat I hope to be on the last day I see my girl. People can just mock my fool idea, in spite of the fact that they don’t even feel the same suffering I do. Just they are so ridicules!!
Asshole… u never understand any fucking introvert boy like me…
wat if u were me, huh?
Wat if ur family can’t live normally becuze of ur shit on ur 20?
Do y’all still think that ur girl is the first thing u gotta figure out?
Fuck y’all! U can only make a mock of my shit.
El…please trust me, we shouldn’t go this way. This town is the best place ever for me; u gave me all I need. U gave me community, a family. You are my girl, my friend, the best one I got. Of course I never want this afflicting day come. But, just…
Unexpectedly, I feel a hand moves my shoulder”wake up Dude... come on! the sun has raised so high...” oh shit, its Igun woke me up”ooh Man... Wat an early bird! U wanna catch the worms? I’m still so sleepy, beside, you broke up my dream.”
”listen, I got an exam this morning and this is the last day. So, U gotta help me, just write a lil notes for me, you rewrite Mahfudz notes. I’m gonna need it. Come on...Just get up, grab the pen and U will be doing the best thing for ur god damned best friend in Jogja. At least for this time”
“What kind notes? U want me to help you to do some dishonest ways in exam?”
“Damn, u re right...hahaha...U knew me. Come on, just this time. It’s gonna be started on 7, and I still have alotta thing to do, I gotta bath first. Come on just help me.”


..oOo..

I try to call Maja, but her number isn’t even activated. It is Friday August 22nd 2008, the 5th day on the last week before my classes in Surabaya starts. I have actually told her that I was going to come by her place in Jogja, since we can only meet on holidays at home and never be able to see each other in Jogja itself. I don’t know, but I think she must be really busy with her “organization” in college. She had been interested in that field since in hi school before she entered “Jurusan Pendidikan Bahasa Inggris” of UNY. Well, it’s ok I can’t see her on the last time I stay in this town. But, actually it’s really deplorable. I actually wanted to see every meaningful person I ever met during in Jogja. I always try to make it the last, the last time I feel sad for moving and moving. Something really deplorable is my relationship with El, because she is the best friend I got, she is my only love, and now I gotta leave her because of my shit. Hence, I had long time decided, before I knew that its gonna be really pathetic, to end all of wat they call as running away from God’s destiny. I never ever want to run from my own troubles anymore, for they have been made for me to solve.


I ride my bike to every corner of UGM where I used to spend Sunday morning with my friends. But I don’t see anyone I knew. May be they haven’t return from holidays, or they may be really busy in their faculties with the new students.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Jogjakarta day 1(the first of the last)

I raised my body from the chair when I was looking out the Sancaka windows. It’s Jogjakarta out there. It’s been two years I left this lil town, but my mind never goes far from here. For my biggest dream seemed to be embedded down this town, Jogjakarta. Since the first time I had big interest in science, physics. Before finally I gotta move out of here for another crazy reason. Craziest all my life, that reason is the most I hated one in my life.
The train entered the station of Tugu before it smoothly stops its all cars. I step out slowly with the entire crowd. I remember this station, it hasn’t changed much yet. And I think that’s the right way it should be. Jogjakarta has a really big power to pull me back as I always miss it, although it’s not a metropolitan like Jakarta, the brightest one in Indonesia. Yet there’s special charms make me feel homesick for it. I walked out the station, and just like it usually, a lot of becak drivers offer me their rides, but I just smile and walk away.


The sun is about right above my head, so hot out here. My sweats start coming out of my face, but I’m really glad this noon. I call Igun and tell him that I just arrived and I had to visit my board first before I see him. He is a very nice friend of mine and he is the only hope I got at least for this time. I walk along Malioboro then I come by the biggest mosque around for praying.


I arrive at junction of Kantor Pos Jogja and get into bus going to Bulaksumur. A couple minutes later I was there. After having lunch in a lil foods stall next to Arief board house I crossed the road to reach my long time board house, omahe Mbak Tatik, Miss Tatik home. I said salam when Mbak Tatik sister was clearing up this small shop. Then she got up and found me smiley,
”ooh.. Is that you? It’s been really long time, Nadzor, where have you been? A friend of yours told me that you’ve moved to Surabaya? Is that right?” she greeted. “Well, actually I ain’t moved anywhere. I lived with my friend near Monjali, and that’s why I never come by this home..Aha…, anyway Mbak, I brought something for you from my home. Here, just lil snacks but I’m sure it wud be hard to find around here.” Then she called her young cousin for that snack.


I go up stair and go into Andi’s room, but the guy has long time left it. The one with who I always shared has gone, moved somewhere else since he could not pay the rent, that’s what Mbak Tatik told me. I look around this room, a small room with no view outside of the only window through which air circulation can flow. But you’ll never find fresh air in this room. My belongings still stack in the corner, yet little neat. The book shelf Beni gave me is still left unused. Some big boxes contain many books of mine are also put down here. I lay down my tired body on the most comfortable bed in this room. A bed which sheet never got washed for months, this just indicates that someone lived in this room must have been a really lazy one. That is what Andi like. Despite his brilliant mind, he never got any idea to clean his room nor clear up his self either. I take off my cloth since this room is too warm for me, and then I fall to a sleep.


The sun was just about to set down when I opened my eyes and raised my body indolently from the bed. I grab the towel and then go down for bathing. I turn the spigot, fresh water wash my face. It’s so fresh, just much better than those in Surabaya. I wash my whole body, enjoying fresh water I never felt for long.


I go out for a walk, to take a look around my old college. Along the road I’m walking on, I reminisce every second I made in this place, the place where my great dream has been embedded long ago. University of Gadjah Mada is an old college in which the first experimental rocket of Indonesia was made and launched. Since my childhood I have been really curious with that thing, a rocket. But just recently when I reach high school I began searching for Indonesian rocket research information, and I found that UGM is the place where its first rocket was born which led this state to be the second to launch experimental rocket in Asia after Japan. But that was decades ago, before LAPAN (National Aerospace Institution) stopped its research in middle 1960s. Two years ago, I was a new student in UGM and I was really glad to know one of those people who were involved in constructing the rocket of 1960s. He is (the late) Prof. Muslim, a professor in physics. I joined his class on basic of physics, but he, as a professor, spoke in too high level of language of physics that I never even understood more than just 45%. Well, I think I needed special preparation before joining his class. Yet, I was really glad to know him, for he was just like a living legend for me.


I enter the Student Cooperative since I knew that it’s the only place where I can buy something I would never forget from this old college. Something like souvenir from a family tour. I know that what people should bring out from UGM is not needless complications or another complexities, but science, knowledge, both soft and hard skills for their future. Today, I’m not studying anything here. Just reminiscing my goddamned past. I have to face the reality, I mean; it’s all about my lame mentality, just lil reason of why my blur life runs so slow. This shit really dragged me backward. I think I better buy something than nothing to remember, something needless, a proof that I have ever been here when I reached 18.


The sun had just been down when I got out from the cooperative. I go to a place where I used to spend my leisure times, the old library of UGM, right next to my faculty. There is small room used as Musholla below the main stair on the ground floor. Of course there is no window on its wall, yet it’s not so sultry in this room. It’s the time for “Sholat Maghreb”; I wash my face to perform ablution before praying, and then perform the Maghreb.
On a floor one level above the Musholla, I see many students focus on what their read as if nobody realizes the day has changed to night. Book shelves, with both new and old literatures of many branches of science on them, stand in quite neat arrangement. I used to spend my days in this floor, this room. I left boring classes to library just to find some different things I never learned in physics, such as religion, philosophy and history.


I look out the window, the night has covered UGM. The night I used to pass after accomplishing regular lab-works two years ago. Tonight, I feel the same night, the same atmosphere; students hang out for some funs after their full day activities in college; people open their stalls along the road side around UGM, providing foods and places for us to hang out. What makes it different is just; my friends haven’t come back yet from their long holidays. Actually I come at improper time, but this is the only week before my classes in Surabaya begin.
I stand facing daily newspaper board, but I don’t really read the news. I’m being waiting; waiting for a right moment to call Firda; I really need to see her before leaving this town. For I don’t want people think that I told them fake about my study. But, of course I don’t tell her directly on phone about my removal. I just tell her that I need a camera for a certain necessity. She is the only student from my small high school who can reach university education in UGM. I know that she must be really disappointed to know his senior moved from this college for a simple reason.

Igun just replied my message I sent this noon. I tell him that I‘m in old library next to MIPA; and he say that he would see me in the front yard. I get out to the place as Igun told me. A view minutes later, a boy with Yamaha motorbike stop right next to me. It’s him! Oh God, this guy; he is not different with who he was two years ago. A guy who always perform like real biker, I mean; real racer.
“Oh... Dude, is that you?”
“Who do u think I’m huh? I’m the guy of Tegal who rode with ur ass at the last time meeting Risa two years ago!”
“U still remember that day? Risa, where is she now? I just kinda miss her, man. I felt like an idiot that day, why I aint ask for her phone number... ha…ha...Ha... I was so stupid. Wat about anybody else, Gun? Alvin, Johnson, all of those losers…ha…ha…ha!”
“Well, I still contact Alvin; he studied in MIPA too, just like ur ass. But, John has moved recently to Semarang, run after his dream. I never know Risa since that day and those gals in Neutrinoz I never heard ‘em either. Anyway, I’d like u to stay in my board tonight awa du u think? I live with other losers, Dude. Hahaha… come on, it’s gonna be nice.”
“U re the only hope I got ritnow, Man! As if no more place to stay downtown. Ok, let’s go. I aint get my dinna yet. Do U wanna treat me as well? hahaha…”