My darling wife had me watch TV the other day, when Miley Cyrus was performing. I know nearly nothing of Miley Cyrus, other than that she has a children's show, recently had some risque magazine photos published, and is the daughter of Billy Ray Cyrus (who pooped out "Achy Breaky Heart" in 1992, and who was widely reported later to be homosexual, though I'm having difficulty finding any corroboration on the Internet now...perhaps history has been rewritten for Billy Ray).
Anyway. I watched her performance. She is a passable singer with some innate talent, more so than many manufactured "stars." But nothing particularly special. Certainly not one to warrant the amount of media hype she gets.
But now LifeStyles condoms says they are soliciting her to promote their products. She's 15 years old. I think it would be funny, if it weren't so sad.
About Me
- Marvin the Martian
- I am an alien here on this little planet. I've been sent to learn about life here, to observe people and things around me, and to become a better entity by applying the lessons that I learn here. I've chosen the name "Marvin the Martian" because he is familiar to many, and the Martian mindset isn't expected to be similar to a human's. Thank you for stopping by to read this little blog. I hope you'll come back.
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2008-07-31
Miley Cyrus, condom spokesgirl?
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Weird news
I think Qantas (Queensland And Northern Territory Air Services) is going WAY out of its way to avoid saying that the hole blown in the side of a Qantas plane on July 25th was a bomb. First they said it was an oxygen cylinder that exploded. Then they "lose" the voice cockpit recording of the portion of the flight after the explosion. I think it's hilarious.
Starbucks is closing 600 stores in the US, and 84 in Australia. I think that's a great start. The people who invented the $5 cup of coffee deserve a sharp jolt of reality.
It looks like the old media continues to ignore John Edwards' meeting his mistress and his illegitimate child at the Beverly Hilton. Sometimes what the media doesn't tell you is more important than what they do tell you.
"UFO Hunters" bothers me because they never reach a conclusion about alien life. Now the Mars Lander can't either. Only the lander is a shitload more expensive. I find it annoying.
White Knight Two, a "mothership" for SpaceShip Two (the first private spacecraft intended to carry passengers) was unveiled Monday. I'm excited. We can't leave space exploration up to governments, because they'll just spend ten times the money and take forever to produce too few results.
Kent Crouch is my kind of guy. Flying hundreds of miles in a lawn chair tied to dozens of helium-filled balloons is a great stunt. He must have a lot of spare time, though.
It irritates me that President Bush signed a bill today to bail out the mortgage lenders who may go bankrupt because of all their bad loans, and to help stupid borrowers keep their houses. You and I and all taxpayers are guaranteeing the bad loans of Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae, the government-operated mortgage lenders. I don't like that. Why do I have to play by the rules and pay my debts on time to keep my house, and other people don't? And then I have to help pay to bail them out because of their bad decisions in signing up for impossible-to-pay loans? It's bullshit. The people who own nonperforming (defaulted) loans need to go bankrupt. The people who sold subprime mortgages in a predatory fashion need to be punished. And unfortunately, the people who made bad borrowing decisions need to risk losing their homes. Insulating people from their mistakes only ensures that they'll make the same mistakes again. I make mistakes, and I learn from them. Other people make mistakes, and I have to pay for them? That's just wrong.
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Peter Gabriel, "San Jacinto"
I had actually not heard this song before I saw him play it live, in 1986. Robot-controlled light arrays mounted on little carts with long, jointed arms rolled slowly around the stage, placing light in unconventional places and in unusual directions. I had never seen anything like that before. When he played this song, he knelt down and sang with his face upturned, eyes closed, and one of the robot light arrays rolled slowly over next to him and leeeeeeeaned down over him, glaring with the light of a dozen brilliant suns into his face. The tears streamed from his closed eyes as he sang of the death of a culture thousands of years old.
Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - run on skin
Outside - cold air - stand, wait for rising sun
Red paint - eagle feathers - coyote calling - it has begun
Something moving in - I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
It feels like dying - slow - letting go of life
Medicine man lead me up though town - Indian ground - so far down
Cut up land - each house, a pool - kids wearing water wings - drinking cool
Follow dry river bed - watching Scout and Guides make pow-wow signs
Past Geronimo's Disco - Sit 'n' Bull Steakhouse - white men dream
A rattle in the old man's sack - look at mountain top - keep climbing up
Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow
I hold the line - the line of strength that pulls me through the fear
San Jacinto - I hold the line
San Jacinto - the poison bite and darkness take my sight - I hold the line
And the tears roll down my swollen cheek - think I'm losing it - getting weaker
I hold the line - I hold the line
San Jacinto - yellow eagle flies down from the sun - from the sun
We will walk - on the land
We will breathe - from the air
We will drink - from the stream
We will live - hold the line
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2008-07-30
The hunt is over
After much searching, we found my nephew a decent car, a 1993 Nissan Sentra XE two-door with 130,000 miles on it. 1.8L 4-cylinder, 4-speed automatic. The windshield is cracked, the paint is mostly burned away in the Florida sunshine, the A/C compressor is dead, the passenger door needs to be replaced because a thief had punched the lock out at some point in the past, and it leaks a bit of oil from some unspecified place. But what can one expect for $750? It runs beautifully smooth and quiet, the wheels track correctly, and it doesn't burn oil. I told my nephew that it was the best car out of all the cars we had looked at. He dithered, and decided that none of the needed work was desperately needed NOW, and that made him decide to get it.
With tax, tags and title, it was $940. I pitched in $250 so that he would have money to eat and buy gas until the next payday, and made him sign a promissory note with a payment schedule. However, I sold a welding kit for him on eBay the other day, so I told him we can just use that to offset most of his debt to me. He wasn't thrilled but he saw that it made sense.
I am VERY relieved that he has his own car now. And I have MINE back.
All is again right in the world. ;-)
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Inspector Gadget x 2
And I thought I was the only one who liked the "Inspector Gadget" cartoon series, especially the theme music.
Other people with waaaay too much time on their hands (and some misapplied talent) like Inspector Gadget also.
And then there is the funky-ass cello-flute duet. Now that is cool. I love a groovy cello. Forget drum 'n bass, it's flute 'n cello! Kinda like fruit in jello. Hmmm. Better stop there.
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2008-07-29
Countrywide is really desperate
I have never missed a mortgage payment. In fact, I've paid it twice in a month by accident, so I was ahead for awhile. But you know that Countrywide (the nation's largest mortgage lender, with 7-plus percent of their loans in default) is hurting when they send out a blanket "Friendly reminder that your next mortgage payment is coming due" email to their best customers. I think that's sloppy. It sends the message that they're desperate, and that they're so panicked, they're mistrustful of everyone, including the remaining customers (like me) who are keeping their sorry asses afloat by paying on time.
Bite me, Countrywide.
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Font Conference
As a writer, I enjoy this kind of silly stuff.
"Nobody uses Microsoft Works!" True, that.
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Steve Winwood, "Valerie"
I had forgotten that Steve Winwood was part of the great jazz/rock band Traffic. And also of Blind Faith. He's friends with Eric Clapton. Hmmm.
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2008-07-28
Suzanne Vega, "Jeannie's Diner"
"Tom's Diner" was written by Suzanne Vega in 1981 and released on her "Solitude Standing" album in 1987 as an a capella vocal track. It got no particular attention until two British record producers calling themselves DNA borrowed the track without permission, put it to a heavy dance beat from Soul II Soul, and released it again in 1990, hitting #5 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. Vega's record company, A&M, bought the rights to the track instead of suing them.
I like the "I Dream of Jeannie" version better.
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Genesis, "No Reply At All"
I love the use of saxophones and brass in rock music. And it's rare to see a drummer singing. I love it.
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2008-07-27
Reincarnation theory, summed up
It's rare that you see a halfway intelligible explanation of reincarnation theory presented in the media. This one is passable, although there's too many stupid questions about sex. The discussion of the debriefing during the inter-life period is especially valuable.
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Another NASA astronaut says aliens exist
Well, duh. Who's writing this blog?
But seriously, here's another Apollo program astronaut who says they're here already. No specifics, of course.
Ever wonder why Neil Armstrong, the first man to step onto the moon's surface, has always been a hermit and shunned public contact ever since that time? Some people claim to have overheard his transmissions from the surface of the moon (which were not encoded then, as they are now, for security purposes), where he allegedly reported seeing alien craft near Apollo 11's landing site, watching the activities of Armstrong and his crewmate, Buzz Aldrin. (Scan halfway down the page to Apollo 11.) It must be crushing to a man's spirit to go so far, farther than anyone else has ever been, at such great risk to his life . . . only to discover that someone else is already there, waiting for you.
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Yes, "And You and I"
I have always loved this song for its melodic virtuosity and its symphonic grandeur. Yes is one of those bands which really set the bar for any band which considered themselves to be "musicians."
This video features up-close analysis of the beautiful artwork that English artist Roger Dean did for most of Yes' album covers, starting in 1971.
Here are the lyrics. Personally, I think it helps to be "chemically enhanced" in order to understand them. But they're pretty, all the same.
I. Cord Of Life
(Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire)
A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream,
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
A movement regained and regarded both the same, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed,
Between the picture of time behind the face of need.
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh -
Coins and Turn round tailor,
Crosses Assaulting all the mornings of the
Never know their Interest shown,
Fruitless worth; Presenting one another to the
Cords are Cord, all left
Broken, Dying, rediscovered of the
Locked inside the Door that turned round,
Mother earth. To close the cover,all the
They won't Interest shown, to
Hide, hold, Turn to one another, to the They won't Sign -
Tell you, At the Watching the Time -
World,watching Float All of the Your World,watching Climb -
Us go by -
And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
And you and I reach out for reasons to
Call on -
II. Eclipse
(Anderson/Bruford/Squire)
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
As a movement regained and regarded both the same,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
III. The Preacher the Teacher
(Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire)
Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time;
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme.
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify;
Political ends, as sad remains, will die.
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you.
Ooo, Booo
I listened hard but could not see -
Life tempo change out and inside me.
The preacher trained in all to lose his name;
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same.
In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise
That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes,
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
As a moment regained and regarded both the same,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you.
IV. Apocalypse (Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire)
And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning.
And you and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.
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2008-07-26
New technology to help you be more of a coward
Now they have a service that lets you dump your lover via voicemail, without the risk of actually talking to them.
People are cowardly enough (myself included) without making it even easier for them. That's just pathetic.
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First day of school jitters
My life is a series of projects. I go to a new city, meet people from a new company, and work on a new system that needs documentation and training. My life is always changing. It's what keeps me sane, because when I meet people who've worked in the same place with the same people for 20, 30, or 40 years, I think to myself, "my God, how have you not killed all of them three times over already?" Because I know it would be difficult for me, to stay in one place that long. I don't like people that much. Familiarity breeds contempt, said Saint Augustine, and it works both ways. I get tired of people, and I'm sure they must get tired of me. And I need stimulation, new tasks, and new things to learn, because otherwise my brain will wither. Hence, my nomadic lifestyle.
Monday I start on a new project, in a new city, with new people. It's a short, tight project, to develop documentation and training by October and deliver "pilot" training to test the documentation and the curriculum. Then we go overseas for a month or two to deliver more training in either Europe, Asia, or South America. It's supposed to be all done by mid-December, and then I'll take some vacation. I will need it, by then, because I don't much like overseas travel. North America is fine, but I find I prefer it more, every time I leave it and come back.
I am nervous, as I always am, before going to a new place to meet new people. I am afraid. I am afraid of failing to meet my objectives. I am afraid of disappointing my client, or my boss.
But once I am there, I know, I will forget all of that. I will focus on the tasks at hand, and I will do my job well, and I will make the client happy. And December will be here in only a moment, and I will look back and laugh at my fears that I feel now.
And then it will be time to go somewhere new.
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2008-07-25
A nice letter from the CEO of Continental Airlines
Back in March, my Continental flight was delayed, meaning that I would miss my connecting flight to get to Chicago. A nice Continental employee named Franky worked for 45 minutes to reroute me on Delta, using some arcane airline wizardry to get me a ticket on a Delta flight that was allegedly full. It worked, much to the Delta agents' amazement, when they tried to deny me a seat, and I told them I had a ticket. They couldn't figure out how that had happened. I just smiled.
So I wrote a nice thank you note to Larry Kellner, CEO of Continental Airlines, telling him how great Franky is, and how they need to pay him more and/or hold him up as an example to other employees. (Never dink around with middle management - when you have a complaint or a commendation, go straight to the top.) I don't often write complaint letters, because my money speaks for me - I make sure I don't spend any more money with a company who screws around with me. But if I have something nice to say, I make sure that I say it, because service industry employees especially need to hear it.
Larry wrote back, thanking me for my letter, and said he'd make sure he shared it with Franky. He signed it himself, it looks like, because the ink trail is irregular, unlike the autopen signatures on a lot of business letters.
That was nice. I wasn't expecting a reply.
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The ebb and flow of friendship
I have a friend who relies on me a lot as a sounding board, or as just someone to vent to. She's one of those friends that you know your whole life. I'm there when she needs someone to talk to. I know her history. I know her strengths and weaknesses. I accept her for who she is.
Lately she's becoming romantically involved with another friend of hers, and she has little time to chat.
The first time this happened, I was hurt. Why was she ignoring me? Did she not need me as a friend anymore?
Then I learned, as I learned watching myself and how I myself behaved with a new love, that all of a person's energy goes into that new love. Every erg of communication power is spent communicating with the new love, and friends fall by the wayside. Each person has only so much energy for communication in them, and when it's all spent on one person, none is left over for the rest.
After my friend's relationship was over, she came back. We fell back into our easy conversations again on a regular basis, without effort. Ours is one of those low-maintenance friendships. It is the same whether we leave it for a day, or for a year. I value it highly.
Then she went away again during her next relationship. And then she came back when it was over.
Now she's going away again. But at least I know what to expect, and I know that she hasn't stopped being my friend.
I'll be here when she gets back. ;-)
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Thin Lizzy, "Jailbreak"
I always liked Thin Lizzy's sound ('70s classic guitar rock) even though I don't own any of their albums. Bad lip-synching in this video, but the hair and the costumes are a hoot. Do people dance like that anymore? They look like they've been drugged, half-asleep. I'm used to a mosh pit, myself. Don't wear clothes that you don't want to be ruined.
I had no idea that Thin Lizzy is actually from Dublin, Ireland. I am very surprised.
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2008-07-24
Dr. Horrible: Freeze Ray (The Laundromat Song)
I have had this song stuck in my head all week, because basically under all that sour brooding, I'm a happy alien. The brooding is just a cover to hide my sensitive side. I like sappy happy songs like this.
Anyway, this song is stuck in my head, and there's no reason why I should suffer alone.
Go download the Dr. Horrible series from iTunes. I did.
Laundry day
see you there
underthings
tumbling
Wanna say
"Love your hair"
here I go
mumbling
With my freeze-ray
I will stop
the world
With my freeze-ray
I will find the time to
find the words to
Tell you how
how you make
make me feel
what’s the phrase?
like a fool
kinda sick
special needs
anyways
with my freeze-ray I will stop
the pain
it’s not a death-ray or an ice-beam
(that’s all Johnny Snow)
I just think you need time to know
that I’m the guy to make it real
the feelings you don’t dare to feel
I’ll bend the world to our will
And we’ll make time stand still
that’s the plan
rule the world
you and me
any day
love your hair
(what?)
no I…I uh… love the air
anyway
with my freeze-ray I will stop
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Numerical symmetry

I love it when an odometer shows all the same number. I take pictures of my car odometer when it does that, although I am unable to find any, now that I want to show you.
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The hunt continues...
...for a car for my nephew. His funds are limited, so we're looking for something between $500 and $1000. Just a beat-up-yet-semi-reliable jalopy to get him to and from work, until he can save up to buy something better.
We've been back and forth to town three times this week to the Goodwill used car lot. I found a couple things I would like, but my own cars are much better, and they run fine. An unneeded item at a bargain price is still an unneeded item.
One car that my nephew liked (a 1993 Dodge Dynasty, a granny-car), and that we actually had planned to buy, turned out to be burning oil very badly, enough that it looked like James Bond's smokescreen spewing out of the back of the car. That means the piston rings are worn, and there's no fixing that without rebuilding the motor.
There was another, a 1986 Honda Accord 5-speed, which had a bad clutch and a finicky carburetor (!). If it hadn't required work right off the bat, it would have been worth it. Heck, I would want it for myself, if I was a bit handier with tools. I used to work on my cars, but eventually my time and irritation level became more valuable than the money to pay someone else more qualified to do it.
We check Craigslist every day. We find good things there, but invariably the item is already sold, even if it was only posted there this morning. It's annoying.
But there is no great rush. My nephew has my car to drive, and every week that he borrows my car is another week that he can save money to buy a better car than he otherwise would have been able to buy. I'm working at home for the moment, and when I start traveling again next week, he can drive me to and from the airport at night.
We have put the word out among my friends and neighbors that he needs a cheap, old car. I'm sure something will turn up.
All will happen as it is supposed to, when it is supposed to.
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Rasmussen Reports: Media bias becoming more obvious
An interesting poll result from Rasmussen Reports.
While it's interesting to see that people are becoming more aware, it's also disturbing to see that a lot of people are still unaware. Or are willfully ignoring it, at their own peril.
UPDATE - a study shows that employees of legacy media companies have donated political money to Democrats in the 2008 presidential race at a rate of nearly 14:1 over Republicans ($315,533 to $22,656). If you exclude the donations made to gadfly Ron Paul, or to liberal Republican Rudy Guliani, the ratio skyrockets to 100:1 ($315,533 to $3,150).
As GT281 says, "Follow the money."
UPDATE - My darling wife loooooves ex-presidential-candidate John Edwards. I think she just likes his hair, really. But here's an interesting article (in "Slate," no less!) on how the legacy media is ignoring the recurring stories of his marital infidelity, including this latest story.
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Styx: "Fooling Yourself"
Whenever I get stupid, which is annoyingly often, and I begin thinking sour, defeatist thoughts about myself and my life, this song helps remind me that I am focusing on the wrong things.
I saw these guys live. They put on an amazing, amazing show. Such vibrant energy and joy in what they do.
You see the world through your cynical eyes
You're a troubled young man I can tell
You've got it all in the palm of your hand
But your hand's wet with sweat and your head needs a rest
And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it
You're kidding yourself if you don't believe it
Why must you be such an angry young man
When your future looks quite bright to me
How can there be such a sinister plan
That could hide such a lamb, such a caring young man
You're fooling yourself if you don't believe it
You're kidding yourself if you don't believe it
Get up, get back on your feet
You're the one they can't beat and you know it
Come on, let's see what you've got
Just take your best shot and don't blow it
You're fooling yourself if you don't believe it
You're killing yourself if you don't believe it
Get up, get back on your feet
You're the one they can't beat and you know it
Come on, let's see what you've got
Just take your best shot and don't blow it
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2008-07-23
Beautiful hibiscae
I'm not sure why people like hibiscus flowers (Hibiscus rosa-sinensis), but they are pretty, and they bloom a LOT.
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Neil Diamond, "America"
I do NOT own any Neil Diamond albums, just to make it clear. I am not that old. ;-) But I do like his music. I like his voice; it's got a huskiness to it that is very "everyman" in its warmth. And I like this particular song's extolling the virtues of America, and why people seek to come here.
Far
We've been traveling far
Without a home
But not without a star
Free
Only want to be free
We huddle close
Hang on to a dream
On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America
Home, don't it seem so far away
Oh, we're traveling light today
In the eye of the storm
In the eye of the storm
Home, to a new and a shiny place
Make our bed, and we'll say our grace
Freedom's light burning warm
Freedom's light burning warm
Everywhere around the world
They're coming to America
Every time that flag's unfurled
They're coming to America
Got a dream to take them there
They're coming to America
Got a dream they've come to share
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
Today, today, today, today, today
My country 'tis of thee
(Today)
Sweet land of liberty
(today)
Of thee I sing
(today)
Of thee I sing
(today)
(today)
(today)
(today)
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A timely intervention
A friend of mine had had enough at her job. She's forced to work from open until closing, "managing" a crew of undisciplined, slacker teens and twenty-somethings who have no work ethic. Most of them are useless, yet she has no power to fire them. She complains to her boss and identifies the problems and proposes solutions, yet he rarely does anything about it.
She'd had enough. So she typed up her letter of resignation, attached it to an email, and was reaching to click "Send" when she saw her boss at the front door of her store. So she stopped, saved it as a draft, and closed her email.
He came in and fired one of the troublemakers.
"Hm," she said. "Maybe things will get better." So she will not resign.
For now.
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The Last Supper
I spent an hour over the weekend coaching my sister over the phone on the finer points of do-it-yourself pest control, because she has ants in her kitchen. Spray Demon WP all around the outside base of your house, then spray all around each window, then spray the soffit and where the wall joins the soffit. Inside, put down boric acid powder in your cupboards, behind your fridge and stove, anywhere that insects would be. (But try to keep it away from pets and children, because boric acid, while natural, is still unhealthy for them.)
The main defense against bugs in the house is depriving them of anything to eat. Keep a clean kitchen, and keep food in sealed containers or in the fridge. Don't keep pet food out.
Anyway, my sister's karma is contagious, because we discovered a trail of grease ants in our kitchen yesterday, coming out of a wall outlet and marching along the counter. We live in the jungle, and ants are everywhere. It makes me miss Colorado, where the air is so dry that insects and molds are very rare. But we have been sloppy recently, and the kitchen, sad to say, is not as clean as it could be, mainly because I am messy. I must reform my messy ways. (Step one: run the dishwasher.)
The grease ant, or "thief ant" (Solenopsis molesta) is pervasive, hardy, and difficult to kill. One nest may contain hundreds of thousands of individuals, with many queens.
We'll certainly give it our best shot to kill them. Here they are surrounding a dab of Terro ant bait on a paper towel. It will be their last supper. They were very active last night. Today - nothing.
We'll see what happens next. "Next" would involve spraying boric acid and nastier stuff into the walls. I would like to avoid "next" if I can.
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2008-07-22
Filling the hole in your heart
I'm watching in disbelief as an acquaintance of mine picks up men in bars and in the malls, brings them home, and tries to build relationships with them, when they are obviously not relationship material. It's just sex.
I think that she's trying to fill the hole in her heart left by her husband who died last year. And she's probably trying to recapture her lost youth along the way, trying to feel attractive and lovable. I don't think she's trying to really create a long-term relationship . . . she's just going from one partner to the next, seeking happiness in the moment. That would be fine, and more power to her . . . if it were a disease-free world.
I think that it's likely that she will contract a disease, like another friend-of-a-friend did (hepatitis C, which can kill you). My acquaintance is not unaware of that danger - she raced out and got a battery of tests after her last barhopping choice turned out to be a gold-digger who was living with another woman and dating at least one other one besides either of them. Thankfully, my acquaintance was clean. That time.
I'm praying for my acquaintance. I'm praying that she learns that the hole in her heart can't be filled by anyone but herself. I'm praying that she learns it before she contracts a really horrible, incurable disease.
Postscript: Sadly, the friend-of-a-friend who contracted hepatitis C did not contract it from her post-divorce sexual adventures, said her doctor. She contracted it from her husband, who had been cheating on her for years, and whose cheating prompted her divorce when she finally found out. She must have had hep-C for years and years, said the doctor, because it takes a long time to manifest. That's what makes me really angry, when innocents suffer from the transgressions of the people around them. Especially when it's an incurable (or nearly incurable) disease.
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WARNING: Tin foil helmets are counterproductive
People who are conspiracy theorists or who are otherwise deeply concerned about things which other people find ridiculous, are often accused of wearing tin foil hats or helmets. This concept arose from the idea that aluminum foil will block government mind-control signals.
Alas, engineering students at MIT (who clearly don't have enough to do) discovered that tin foil hats are counterproductive. If anything, they HELP the government track where you are. ;-) They suggest that the aluminum hat idea has been propagated by the government to help them track people who are truly dangerous to the government's nefarious plans.
Now, have they tried 3/16" copper wire mesh embedded in a titanium laminate alloy? I bet not. ;-)
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Goodbye, my love
My nephew is bidding his love goodbye. It is irreparable after it caught fire under the hood the other week. It will be hauled away for scrap today, since he has removed all useful and salable parts from it. He is crushed, as it soon will be, because this car was his dream. The fact that I can't understand why is really irrelevant. I feel badly for him. I hope that he can find another outlet for his creativity. A more reliable, less-expensive outlet.
He did discover the reason for the fire. He had removed some kind of counterbalancing flywheel or something, and he had put back in the bolts that had once held the flywheel on the engine. One of the bolts worked itself loose and touched the alternator, creating a short which started the fire.
At least he knows WHY his baby died. I think that counts for something.
And now it's time for a suitable memorial song.
The Alan Parsons Project, "Time"
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Supertramp: "The Logical Song"
This is the song that got me hooked on Supertramp, lo these many decades ago. Music like this is so far removed from the crap being published today, it's a completely different planet. And I would know about that. ;-)
(Note the bleepy tune from the ancient Coleco handheld "Football" electronic game at 3:26. I love that. I don't know of any other instance where a Coleco electronic game sound has been used in music.)
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2008-07-21
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Lori at Kimyoo Films pointed out Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog to me. It's the latest effort by Joss Whedon, the creator of the "Buffy The Vampire Slayer"and "Angel" and "Firefly" television shows, and the "Serenity" movie (spinoff of "Firefly"). It stars Neil Patrick Harris (who will always be "Doogie Howser, M.D." to me, though I did not watch it, and who currently stars in "How I Met Your Mother," which I do not watch either), Nathan Fillion (Captain Mal from "Firefly" and "Serenity") and Felicia Day (from "Buffy," among other things).
Dr. Horrible is pretty funny, especially because it's a tragicomic musical in three acts. Lots of singing, all of it pretty good. (One of the songs is STILL stuck in my head right now.) Unfortunately it was only free for viewing for a few days. Now you have to buy it.
Whedon says it's a new method of distributing inexpensive-but-high-quality content over the Internet. I hope it works for him, though I'm doubtful. People will never buy what they can steal. And people may not be that interested, anyway. Stephen King found that out with his aborted attempt at writing a novel, chapter by chapter, and selling it via downloads online.
Still, "Dr. Horrible" is a hoot. All of the actors sing very well, and the lyrics are very funny. It's 45 minutes well-spent. I may download it anyway from iTunes, or wait for the DVD.
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A spider infestation
We noticed last week that thick cobwebs were beginning to enshroud one of the scrub oak trees in the back yard. Every day it got thicker.
"Bagworms," I thought. But the telltale worms were missing.
"Spiders," said our neighbor, who's lived here longer. And sure enough, there were hundreds of tiny eggs sprinkled through the webs.
They'll just spread to other trees, said our neighbor. And we didn't like this oak much anyway. It was scraggly, leaning, and I crack my head on it regularly as I get stuff out of the garden shed.
Down it came this morning, thanks to my trusty chainsaw. First we sprayed the crap out of it with insecticide to prevent the spiders from jumping off to other trees, and then we cut it down.
I am relieved.
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2008-07-20
Rush has still got it, part 2
A recent tour video of "Free Will," one of their greatest hits IMHO.
There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance,
With a host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.
A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren't aligned,
Or the gods are malign..."
Blame is better to give than receive.
Chorus
You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that's clear
I will choose freewill.
There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them; they weren't born in Lotusland.
All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can't pray for a place
In heaven's unearthly estate.
Chorus
Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.
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Alzheimer vaccine fails
Well, crap. I was hoping that the vaccine they were working on to prevent plaque buildup in brain arteries (which was thought to cause dementia) did nothing to stop dementia.
The most horrible thought, for me, is to lose my mind. I accept that my body will fade and decay, but I can't bear the thought of losing my memory and my personality before my body stops working. So I won't worry about it.
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2008-07-19
When you're excluded from the group...
A dear friend of mine is very sad, because her friends all went on a weekend road trip without her, and made a point of not telling her. It made her feel very excluded.
I commiserated with her. She has always made a point of telling her friends that she's not available on weekends, because she wants to spend time with her husband. They also know that she's not interested in the things that they were going to see. So it could well be that they knew she wasn't available and wouldn't be interested, so they didn't ask. I don't know. Female-female relationships mystify me.
I do know that I used to care when that kind of thing happened to me. I felt very hurt when my friends didn't include me in whatever they were doing. But then I developed enough of my own interests, and my own full schedule, to make it irrelevant whether my friends invited me along or not. I always had something to do, independent of friends. It gave me freedom. I never felt neglected or unwanted. I had the power. I wasn't waiting around for someone to ask me to do something.
I explained this to my friend, but it doesn't ease the hurt. I wish I could.
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"Hide your political opinions," The New York Times tells its staffers
I was completely unaware that The New York Times had a standards editor, because I thought they had jettisoned all their standards long ago, since before Jayson Blair's made-up stories. I had to laugh at this memo from The New York Times' "standards editor," Craig Whitney, according to The New York Observer:
And another memo:On a recent road trip, I found numerous funny, bittersweet, or just bitter or idiotic political bumper stickers a welcome distraction from $4.50 gas, but also thought I should remind everybody who has anything to do with creating or displaying news content why they shouldn't display their own political views, on cars or elsewhere, in this campaign season or afterward.
The following two provisions of our Ethical Journalism policy apply:
Journalists have no place on the playing fields of politics. Staff members are entitled to vote, but they must do nothing that might raise questions about their professional neutrality or that of The Times. In particular, they may not campaign for, demonstrate for, or endorse candidates, ballot causes or efforts to enact legislation. They may not wear campaign buttons or themselves display any other insignia of partisan politics. They should recognize that a bumper sticker on the family car or a campaign sign on the lawn may be misread as theirs, no matter who in their household actually placed the sticker or the sign.
Staff members may not themselves give money to, or raise money for, any political candidate or election cause. Given the ease of Internet access to public records of campaign contributors, any political giving by a Times staff member would carry a great risk of feeding a false impression that the paper is taking sides.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Craig Whitney
Fellow newsroom hands:
I should have also mentioned avoiding some other potential political entanglements: Web sites, personal blogs, YouTube, Facebook, slogans and so on in e-mails and instant messaging systems. When Facebook asks what your political preferences are, don't answer, and don't say anything in a blog, video, radio or television program or any other medium that you couldn't say in the paper or on our Website -- about politics or anything else.This provision in Ethical Journalism is also worth keeping in mind:
"Staff members may not march or rally in support of public causes or movements, sign ads taking a position on public issues, or lend their name to campaigns, benefit dinners or similar events if doing so might reasonably raise doubts about their ability or The Times's ability to function as neutral observers in covering the news. Staff members must keep in mind that neighbors and other observers commonly see them as representatives of The Times."
Thanks again,
Craig Whitney
The whole concept of The Times' staffers pretending to be impartial is laughable, really. The New York Times' politics are quite clear in almost every story, every headline, every editorial. Why try to hide it? Some people argue that "journalists" should make their politics clear, so that readers know which way they're biased. Others argue that "journalists" have freedom of expression just like anyone else, and so they cannot be regulated. I say that it's silly to pretend that The New York Times' staffers don't have political opinions, because their fetid opinions permeate everything that they produce for print or online consumption. It's the equivalent of the "silent but deadly" fart in a closed room. There's no escaping its smell, and no amount of deodorizer is going to cover it up very soon.
(I keep using quotes for "journalists" because I regard very few people in the media industry today to be actual journalists - they're mainly just disgruntled hacks with an axe to grind.)
My point is that "journalists" already wield an incredibly powerful tool, a giant megaphone with which to inflict their generally unreasoned and ignorant views on a populace that is already suffering from a dearth of knowledge and critical-thinking skills. Today's "journalists" just make the problem worse. Real journalists tell the truth, whatever it is, and educate the public. They're not interested in manipulating the public into believing as the journalist does, or voting for the causes or people that the journalist supports. Which is what The New York Times (and most of the old media) has forgotten.
Journalists have a responsibility to their readers and viewers, to wield that megaphone in a fair and accurate and dispassionate manner, without stumping for pet causes or candidates. And sadly, most do not use that megaphone responsibly. They seize it, and shout their silly opinions through it, and then they wonder why fewer readers and viewers every year are still paying attention. People are not stupid. They may lack knowledge, but they can discern opinion from fact. And they're getting tired of being bludgeoned by the opinions of holier-than-thou "journalists."
I am a trained journalist. I weep for the profession. And I exclude myself from it on purpose. It is no longer worthy of my assistance, or my loyalty, if indeed it ever was.
Perhaps The New York Times' blatant political views, and the blatant political views of its staffers, are why its circulation continues to decline, soon to pass below the one million mark. And why its stock price has declined to the lowest point since 1997, at $13.91 a share. And why it couldn't get people to pay to see its content online. People won't pay for junk. And they don't value the stock of a company that creates junk.
People want the truth, not some disgruntled hack's vision of what the truth ought to be. Perhaps the inevitable bankruptcy will help The New York Times learn that.
I doubt it. ;-)
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2008-07-18
Watch out, Harlequin, here I come
I once had a friend who devoured stacks and stacks of Harlequin romance novels, or "bodice-rippers" as some call them. I paged through a couple of them once. Formulaic. Hackneyed. Predictable. But a useful, even necessary escape, for some. I thought it was rather sad, because my friend was quite overweight (5 feet, ~300 pounds) and her husband was too (6 feet 3 inches, ~280 pounds). They didn't do much together, and seemed to have completely dissimilar interests. I figured that the books were making up for a lack of intimacy in her marriage. Had she been getting some on a regular basis, I think she would have had less enthusiasm for the books. That's just my opinion, though.
From across the room, their eyes met. His deep brown eyes gazed into Danielle's own, reaching across the expanse of the parquet ballroom floor, ignoring the other dancing couples waltzing past in the golden candlelight, and caressing her in the most intimate of places. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and a molten warmth erupted in her loins.
Wordlessly, he held her gaze, his shock of unruly brown hair falling across his face so that it was half in shadow. The candlelight from the chandeliers picked out the gold ribbon that fell from the broad shoulders of his military uniform, and the white gleam of his perfect teeth, bared slightly in a secret smile that was meant only for her.
She looked away quickly, panicked at her unbidden reaction to his bold gaze. Then, slowly, furtively, she looked back.
He was still staring at her, rapt, as if there were no one else in the world but her. And in that moment, she knew that there was no one else for her in the world but him.
Unnerved, she dropped her gaze, fluttered her fan, and excused herself from her conversation with her sisters. She glided swiftly toward the cloakroom, looking for a quiet place to calm herself and to catch her breath. Her gown swept softly among the revelers as she picked her way delicately through the dancing couples, and finally she passed through the archway that led to the cloakroom. She stepped through the cloakroom door and closed it behind her, heaving a sigh of relief.
She turned and nearly bumped into him. He was there already. Her eyes widened in surprise. 'How did he arrive here so quickly?' she thought to herself, even as she froze, entranced by his masculine presence. He was half a head taller than she.
He said nothing, merely gazed at her openly, appraising, as if one would appraise a fine stallion at an auction. She flushed violently, and moved to turn away and return to the revelry.
His hand on her arm stopped her. A firm, warm grasp, not demanding, not pleading, merely stating a question. She did not think to question his impetuous presumption, for the whole fiber of her being was focused on that warm, gentle touch on her arm. It ignited a fire in her heart, and in her sex, that was undeniable, irresistible.
She turned back to her, mouth opened to ask him his name, and their lips met. Her eyes flew open wide in shock at his impertinence, then fluttered closed as his warm mouth caressed her sensuous lips, his left hand stroking her cheek and the delicate curve of her throat. His tongue sought hers, met it, stroked it gently as her heart began to pound. His right arm slowly moved around her and gathered her in, pulling her deeper into his warm embrace. Her body was pliant in his grasp, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders, then inward to caress his face as she returned his kiss with increasing abandon. Her breasts heaved as her breath quickened, and his breathing grew ragged as well as his firm, warm, hungry lips savaged hers. His musky scent filled her nostrils with a heady fragrance that belied his need.
He pulled her sideways between racks of coats, ignoring her mew of protest as the heavy woolen overcoats pulled at her coiffure, and drew her into a deeper recess of the cloakroom, behind the coats, into the shadows. He lifted his lips from hers for a moment, eyes only inches from hers, asking a silent question, her face cupped in his hands. Her answer was equally wordless as she stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking his mouth again with her own, opening hers wide to his, feeling the iron bump of his manhood pressing proudly through his woolen trousers and her gown, hot and insistent. He wanted her, and she wanted him. And in that moment, that endless, breathless, heated moment, she knew she was his for the taking.
Her suddenly nerveless fingers fumbled with his belt as he began unlacing her bodice, caressing her breasts as they spilled eagerly into his hands. Her nipples grew hard as his lips closed over them, suckling them as she stroked his manhood through his -
See, I can make this shit up in my sleep. And I haven't even thumbed through one of these things in fifteen years. The very idea that there's even a market for this stuff makes me laugh. I bet they're written by a computer now, just rearranging the same tired phrases and scenes into a paint-by-numbers picture that we've all seen before. Kind of the same way movies are, now. Then again, I like "hard" science fiction; problem-solving and idea-exploring in a technological, futuristic setting. I'm sure that many people find my own favorite genre to be moronic or just plain boring.
Anyway. If I ever get tired of my day job, or I need some extra spending money, I can probably write stuff like this. It's not difficult. There's always a happy ending in a romance novel, and I like happy endings. Maybe I'll help some lonely soul have a rollicking orgasm along the way.
That's my goal, to do good in the world. ;-)
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Global warming tidbits
- Recently I wrote about not needing stuff. The one exception in my mind was a flat-panel LCD television. Of course, now there's a report that the chemical vapor deposition process used to make LCD televisions uses nitrogen trifluoride, a gas that could have a global-warming effect up to 17,000 times more powerful than that of carbon dioxide. Great. Now I not only have Nanny Gore admonishing me about my "carbon footprint" (despite my lack of "necessities" like his private jet, his limousine or his 10,000-square-foot electricity-guzzling mansion), but I need to worry about my "nitrogen footprint" too. Manufacturers began using nitrogen trifluoride after the Kyoto meeting on global warming in 1997, because nitrogen trifluoride was NOT one of the six nasty gases listed on the Kyoto treaty, and nobody used it much before then. Oops. Perhaps they should have thought of that. So, now I need to rethink buying a flat-panel TV. Will such a TV make my life better? No. I generally don't watch television. And when I'm home, the television is always tuned to testosterone-sapping HGTV, so I don't watch it at home either. A flat-panel TV may make my wife's life better, but not mine. I will have to think about it.
- The Forum on Physics and Society, a subset of the American Physical Society (which represents 50,000 physicists) has officially questioned the lockstep global-warming orthodoxy that has been imposed by the International Panel on Climate Change, and they are re-opening the debate over carbon dioxide data modeling. I'm pleased to see that someone's actually thinking about the data, rather than just parroting what politicos and the media shout continuously. Yes, the Earth is getting warmer. But, Earth is in an interglacial period called the Holocene epoch, a warming period which began after the last ice age ended about 11,000 years ago. This epoch may continue for another 1,000 to 17,000 years before another ice age is predicted to begin. So of course the Earth is getting warmer, especially after the end of the "Little Ice Age," a period of cooler weather which ran from about 1400 AD to about 1850 AD. The point is, nobody knows for sure why it's getting warmer, or which factors (such as solar activity, the Earth's orbit, volcanism, and human activity) cause how much warmth. And it's science's job to ask questions, not to shut up and nod silently in agreement with one political figure or another. I'm pleased to see that debate on the issue is continuing. Meanwhile, the destruction of sea life through pollution and overfishing is much more likely to cause a crisis in the next few years, much sooner than global warming will. When the oceans die, everything will die. And then no one will be very concerned about global warming.
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The Police, "Too Much Information"
I like the use of saxophones in rock music. Not enough sax these days. ;-)
This is a nice fan video; cheap, effective and to-the-point.
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2008-07-17
Thursday haiku
Torrents of summer
rain pour down upon the roof
cleansing years of grime
A river runs down
the drainpipe, whooshing out the
end into the grass
Trees bend under the
onslaught of nature's wrath; the
skies claw at the earth
Ponds and lakes form where
there once was grass and bushes;
the land disappears.
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Rush has still got it
I missed Tivo-ing Rush's performance on "The Colbert Report" last night, the first time the band has performed in the US in over 30 years. But thanks to Youtube, I got to see it anyway.
They are STILL awesome.
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The Police, "Darkness"
There is no official video. But I love this song, always have.
I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat
I don't see any flaws 'til I get to my feet
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring
I could make a mark if it weren't so dark
I could be replaced by any bright spark
But darkness makes me fumble
For a key to a door that's wide open
Instead of worrying about my clothes
I could be someone that nobody knows
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring
I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat
I don't see any flaws 'til I get to my feet
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring
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Approval ratings for Congress hit all-time low
I think it's funny that brand-new Gallup poll shows that public approval of the job that the US Congress is doing, 18 months after the Democrats took control, is at a historic all-time low of 14%. The precipitous drop is mainly among liberals who are disillusioned with the representatives they elected.
Fourteen percent. Even "Bushitler's" current Gallup approval rating is about 28 percent. Congress is doing pretty piss-poor, by comparison.
But I would argue that the American populace no longer expects much from its elected representatives, and once they've been elected, they are almost impervious to being dislodged from their seat unless they retire, die, or are convicted of a crime. And even a conviction often isn't enough to keep them from being reelected.
Really, the only way to fix such a thing (besides mandatory term limits, which they'll never agree to) is to recall the lot of them, and elect an entirely new crop under mandatory term limits. I think that's improbable. To take a page from ancient Rome, mass liquidation on the Capitol steps would probably be more effective, and would be an incentive for their replacements to do a better job. Also improbable.
But entertaining to think about. ;-)
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2008-07-16
What do I do now?
People keep reminding me that I am about to cross the boundary line from youth into "middle age." The more they remind me, the more perturbed I get.
I have spent long stretches of time alone. I have forgotten my own birthday several times; I rarely remember anyone else's either. Birthdays are not important to me.
But this one seems determined to be a problem . . . or at least others would make it so.
The noted philosopher Aaliyah said that "age ain't nothing but a number." I would also point out that she died before age really began to matter to her.
Several people (including some friends) who are psychics have informed me, independently, that I have lived many lives. More than one of them mentioned that this is the longest I have ever lived in any life. Usually I am killed in battle before age 23, they said. Therefore this life, and this age, is unknown territory for me.
Perhaps that's what's making me nervous. I don't know what's expected of me from here on out. I have lived longer than I thought I would - the Cold War shaped my formative years here, so I thought I would die in nuclear fire long before now. I have achieved far more than I thought I would - I have a wonderful career, an interesting and well-paying job, a boss who loves me, co-workers and friends who like me, a wonderful wife whom I adore and who takes care of me and showers me with affection, and a nice house in a beautiful location.
What do I do now?
I don't know. More of the same? Is the "same" a bad thing? Or am I expected to do something different now?
Have I lived up to my potential? Am I doing what I am meant to do on this planet? What am I meant to do?
I'm not sure, anymore.
I will have to think on this, and ask God for direction.
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Devo 2.0, "That's Good"
I bet you didn't know that DEVO's music is being reinvented for kids now. Mark Mothersbaugh and Jerry and Bob Casale took some time off from their day jobs at Mutato Muzika, reworked some of their old hits, and recruited five kids through a talent search to take the band members' places.
I think the music translates very well into stuff that kids would like; bright, bouncy and fun. Not the lyrics, though; they've been reworked to be suitable for young ears, since most of DEVO's lyrics have sexual double entendre built in.
Sure, it's a bit corny, but it's for kids. Could Led Zeppelin's music be translated into kid stuff? Or Pink Floyd's? Very doubtful. I think they've done a fair job.
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2008-07-15
"Can I resist the iPhone 3G?" In a word, yes.
Those poor writers at Slate. One of them really needs to get a life. Even the most die-hard iPhone aficionado that I know (actually, she has ditched her iPhone in favor of a Blackberry) has a few more interests besides the latest brick in the wall of soulless "me too!" consumerism.
Then again, by the end of the article, the author finally decided that it's not nice for Apple to treat people like they're mindless wallets. Good for you!
You do not need a tenth of the "things" that you think you need. Once you've satisfied Maslow's hierarchy, anything else (including toys) is irrelevant. I think everyone needs to learn that.
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Call FIRST before you go
My darling wife was jonesing for a Dairy Queen "Girl Scout Thin Mint" Blizzard. So we piled in the car with our nephew and drove the five miles over to the DQ.
"Um, we're out of that flavor, sorry," said the pimply 20-something clerk behind the counter.
My wife was silent, staring at him. I think that she was expecting that if she waited long enough, he would come up with a different answer.
A different answer was not forthcoming, however.
So she settled for a Dilly bar.
Next time, we will call first, before we make a ten-mile round trip for anything. It didn't matter, years ago, when gas was cheap. Now gas is expensive, and a phone call is practically free.
Finding someone who speaks English on the other end of the line, though, may be a different problem. ;-)
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The Dream Academy, "Life in a Northern Town"
Ever buy an album just for one song, and you listened to the song you wanted and you were happy, but the rest of the album was complete crap?
This is one of those albums. Great song, though.
This song was intended as a tribute to Nick Drake, a British musician of the 1960s of whom I had never heard. The video is interesting - I believe it's the first version, filmed in Yorkshire, England. After living in Colorado, with 300 days of sun per year, and Florida, with nearly that much sun, I'm not sure I could take such a rainy, foggy place. Beautiful, but soggy.
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Political satire gone wrong
I love it when liberal rags like The New Yorker magazine (with a circulation base of perhaps 1 million, evenly split between men and women, mostly college graduates with an average age of 50, with a median income of around $100,000) do something really obnoxious, like draw up a cover like this.
"Oh, we're just making fun of what conservatives say about the Obamas," says the New Yorker. Funny, I know a lot of conservatives, and they generally don't say that the Obamas are Muslim terrorists. They have real reasons to dislike the Obamas; they don't need made-up ones.
I think The New Yorker, like the rest of the old media, are trying to drum up support for the Obamas. But I think this particular effort backfired. If anything, The New Yorker has reinforced any prejudices or misconceptions about the Obamas that may exist among the American populace. My own mind was made up many months ago, though, based on each candidate's voting record in the Senate, not meaningless speeches or sound bites. The media can say whatever they want about any of the political candidates. I'm not listening, because the American media cannot be trusted. They have not been trustworthy for decades, probably not since the late 1960s.
Will someone lose their job at The New Yorker over this scurrilous portrayal? Doubtful. If it's one thing that can be said about the old media, it's that they don't learn very quickly.
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2008-07-14
Missing Persons, "Words"
I get to see these guys in August in Clearwater FL, on the "80s Regeneration Tour." The lineup, as I understand it, is:
- ABC
- The Romantics
- Missing Persons
- Flock of Seagulls
- Naked Eyes
I am excited. We'll see if I can get some pix.
This is not the album version, sadly. But it's close enough. Take a look at Dale's outfit. Is that a solar panel she's wearing for a skirt? Ah, the '80s.
Do you hear me?
Do you care?
Do you hear me?
Do you care?
My lips are moving and the sound's coming out
The words are audible but I have my doubts
That you realise what has been said
You look at me as if you're in a daze
It's like the feeling at the end of the page when you realise
You don't know what you just read.
What are words for
When no one listens anymore
What are words for
When no one listens what are words for
When no one listens
There's no use talking at all.
I might as well go up and talk to a wall
Coz all the words are having no effect at all
It's a funny thing.. am I all alone?
Something has to happen to change the direction
What little filters though is giving you the wrong impression
"it's a sorry state" I say to myself
What are words for
When no one listens anymore
What are words for
When no one listens what are words for
When no one listens
There's no use talking at all.
Do you hear me?
Do you care?
Do you hear me?
Do you care?
Let me get by over your dead body
Hope to see you soon
When will I know?
Doors three feet wide with no locks open
Walking always backwards in faces of strangers
Time could be my friend
But it's less then nowhere now....
Pursue it any further and another thing you'll find
Not only are they deaf and dumb they could be going blind
no one notices
I think I'll dye my hair blue.
Media overload bombarding you with action
It's getting near impossible to cause distraction
someone answer me.. before I pull the plug.
What are words for
When no one listens anymore
What are words for
When no one listens what are words for
When no one listens
There's no use talking at all.
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Trap score: 21 out of 25
On my second outing at the trap shotgun range, I hit 21 out of 25 clay targets. That's a phenomenal improvement, said my teacher and neighbor Bob. I credit it to two things:
- Using a semi-automatic shotgun, in this case an ancient 40+ year-old Savage 12-gauge that Bob loaned me. It has much less recoil than an over-and-under shotgun, and it just seems to point more naturally to me, probably because of my prior experience with semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns.
- Using "The Force." I kid you not. You merely look at the sky beyond the target, then let the gun move of its own accord to "lead" the target, then pull the trigger when it "feels right." If you do it that way, you will hit it every time. If you try to hit it, you will miss. If you let it flow, you will hit it. My darling wife calls it "listening to your heart," meaning actually listening to your pulse in your ears. Well, I can't hear my heart beating over the crash of my own gun and the guns around me, so I will credit The Force instead.
I don't know. Maybe I just had a good day, and I will suck next time. That's probably it.
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Be careful what you wish for
My nephew has been pouring money into his heap of a car for the past year (a mid-'80s Chrysler-branded Mitsubishi hatchback). Turbocharger, custom exhaust headers, a flat-black spray-can repaint job, and new electrical, while ripping out things that got in the way, like the air conditioning system (now the vents blow hot air all the time, even in the Florida summer, which makes his girlfriend refuse to ride with him). His tinkering also helped reduce its gas mileage to about eight miles per gallon. He fancies himself a "tuner," like the people in "The Fast and the Furious."
And he loves his car more than life itself. I have seldom seen affection more misplaced.
When he and his girlfriend kept over-drafting their checking account because of his spending on the car, I remarked to my darling wife, "The best thing that could happen to that car would be for it to catch fire and burn up. That would force him to get a 'real' car, and stop wasting his time and money on a junkheap."
Remember that I am psychic. And apparently I am telekinetic as well. Because the car DID catch fire and burn the other night, from a short in the relay box next to the battery, as they drove home from the grocery store. The rest of the car is fine, and neither my nephew nor his girlfriend were hurt, but the car is not really repairable since parts are no longer available. We went over there and towed them home. (At least it did this a mile away, and not 20 miles away.)
And now he is borrowing my car until he can save enough money to get another heap, hopefully one that does not inspire "tuning." Perhaps a 1992 Toyota Tercel. Or a 1994 Nissan pickup. Something cheap, reliable, and effective.
I feel somewhat responsible for what happened to his car, because I wished for it. Usually I wish for positive things, and they come true. I forgot that negative things will come true as well. In the short run, anyway, it's negative, because he is very upset and discouraged. In the long run, I think this is an opportunity for something more positive, like a chance for him to grow up a bit, and develop some better priorities. Like spending money on food instead of car parts, so they don't have to go hungry. And saving up for an apartment, and another car for his girlfriend.
I hope.
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Bliss 66, "Not Quite Paradise"
This song was used in the credits of "Titan A.E.," an animated film from 2000 with an all-star cast of Bill Pullman, Matt Damon, John Leguizamo, Janeane Garofalo, Nathan Lane, Drew Barrymore, Ron Perlman, and even rapper Tone Loc. It was a great idea, not-so-well-executed (some of the matte backgrounds looked like storyboard sketches - I think they were in a hurry to release it to theatres), but still a fun film. (Marvin sez 3.5 out of 5 stars. Check it out.)
There is no official video for the song, and this example uses video from "Stargate: Atlantis," which I don't watch, but I'm glad it's on TV because there's not enough good sci-fi shows anymore. I watched "Stargate: SG-1" off and on, mostly because Colonel Samantha Carter (Amanda Tapping) is a wonderful, strong female character in a television genre that lacks serious female characters. Plus she's a babe.
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2008-07-13
Give 'em an inch, and they'll take a foot, part 2
Now severed feet are turning up on the beach in Sweden. The Swedish police are "baffled."
Maybe they should talk to the Canadian Mounties in British Columbia.
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FDA warns against mercury in amalgam fillings
Friends have told me for at least the past 15 years that the mercury in an amalgam dental filling is bad for you. Apparently the Food and Drug Administration finally woke up and agreed. At least for people with growing brains. Mine is shrinking, sadly. Perhaps mercury is good for me, then?
More information on amalgams.
A bit of hysterical anti-anti-amalgamism.
And I did not know that "bruxism" is the grinding of teeth in your sleep. I know many people who do that. I do it a little, but not enough to require me to wear a plate to protect my teeth. New word. "Bruxism." Hm.
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2008-07-12
Men Without Hats: "Where Do the Boys Go?"
This is one of the most fun songs off of Men Without Hats' "Folk of the '80s, Part 3" album. Turn up the bass and dance around the room.
This is NOT the official video. There isn't one that I know of. But Charlie Chaplin is a good substitute.
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Stimulus payment
As an alien, I have a strange Social Security Number. The economic stimulus payments that the government is sending out are generated according to the recipient's SSN. My SSN ensured that I was among the last to receive a stimulus payment (on the priority list, somewhere between expatriates in Indonesia, and Guantanamo Bay prisoners).
Ours arrived today. My darling wife and I are splitting it down the middle, 50-50.
I have no idea what she's going to do with hers. As for mine (sniff, sniff) . . . I smell a new gun. ;-) A semi-automatic shotgun, for trap and skeet shooting. My neighbor Bob is teaching me how. It's quite different from pistol or rifle, which is what I'm used to. And I'm a recoil wimp, so I need something with a relatively soft recoil, which would be a semi-auto. Perhaps a Benelli or a Winchester. Used. I don't need a new one. There are plenty of old people here who can't shoot anymore, and who sell off their collections.
I will hunt for one, in a desultory, unhurried fashion.
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2008-07-11
Lionel Richie's hair has been stolen!
I saw an Chinese man in the Wal-Mart last night, speaking Cantonese into a cellphone, trying to figure out which pickles to buy. He looked like your average Chinese man, in his early 30s, except for one thing.
He had Lionel Richie's hair. I kid you not.

I almost fell over. I should have taken a picture, but he and I were the only people in the aisle, and he would have known what I was doing, and would have rightfully been offended.
But I had to laugh. I wonder if Lionel knows that his hair is missing?
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A strange insect
I believe this is a dung beetle (Phanaeus igneus). I could be wrong, but it did seem to be a type of scarab beetle.
It was huge (about 50 mm). It's on its back because it has a poor design, in my opinion.
- It flies along with a deep thrumming sound.
- It blunders into a solid object, like a wall, and falls to the ground on its back.
- It wriggles around for a minute until it can get upright again.
- It takes off and flies into another wall.
It seems to be a poor way to get around. Perhaps it was damaged already, or dying. I don't know - I have rarely seen one of these.
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Babies
I have never had the urge to procreate. I didn't have much guidance in proper parenting, and so I believe that I am ill-suited to be a parent. Plus, my DNA probably presents more problems than benefits. Nevertheless, years ago, there was some implicit pressure from various family members for me to procreate.
Now, however, various cousins of some type or another (I've never managed to figure out what kinds of cousins they are, or to keep it straight in my mind) have begun having children. Now there are at least three that I know of, with a fourth on the way.
I am relieved, because no one suggests that I procreate anymore. The expectation has dissipated, happily, because others followed their programming (and the family's pressure, perhaps).
Likewise, my best male friend B has been having children, one after the other. His fourth is due early next year, I think.
I am glad, because again, somehow in my mind, it absolves me from the duty to procreate. As long as someone else is doing it, I don't have to.
I like it that way.
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Movie reviews: Kung Fu Panda
Kung Fu Panda
The premise is fun: a big, unwieldy panda bear learns kung fu to fight off the ultimate bad guy who threatens the Chinese kingdom.
Sadly, it's poorly executed. Oh, the animation is beautiful, don't get me wrong. The fight scenes are fantastic. The characters are wonderfully voiced by such Hollywood names as Dustin Hoffman, Jack Black, Lucy Liu, Angelina Jolie, and the inimitable Jackie Chan. (Sadly, Angelina, the least-talented of all of them, has most of the dialogue as the tigress, after Jack Black's panda.) But the plot drags. It's really geared towards 12-year-old boys who still play with action figures, because that's really who the panda is; a misfit tween who wants to be more than he is.
My darling wife commented that the movie is mostly fighting. That's not really true. The fight scenes happen to be the scenes where she was awake. ;-) If it puts my darling wife to sleep, it's a fairly good indicator that the movie's dull.
Really, they could have executed this premise in about 45 minutes, not 90+. I think that's the main problem with it. The other annoying thing about it is, all the characters are animals. Which is fine, but the panda is the "son" of a goose who runs a noodle kiosk. At no point in the movie do they explain how a goose can beget a panda. There is one line toward the end of the movie where Father Goose seems to be about to explain the incongruity ("Son, there's something I have to tell you"), and then the conversation shies violently away into irrelevancy, discussing the secret ingredient that makes Father Goose's noodles so popular (there IS no secret ingredient, they're just good). I was annoyed, as I so often am.
That said, "Kung Fu Panda" would be a good Netflix rental for the kids. No bad language or sex, and it would keep them entertained in the back seat of the minivan on the way to Grandma's house.
Marvin sez 2 out of 5 stars.
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2008-07-10
Pete the really annoying window salesman, part 2
Recently I dealt with Pete, an obnoxious boor of a window salesman, a reject from Used Car Salesman School.
Pete made the mistake of calling back to see what we'd decided to do. He had threatened to do so. I didn't think he would.
"So, I'm calling back to see if you all came up with a number [a price] that would work for you, to get you some new windows," he said.
"Actually, we decided not to," I said. "And let me give you some advice on how to sell, since you said you're a trainer and a marketing person for your company."
"Uh, sure," he said, taken aback.
"First, don't use the 'hard sell' on young people," I said. "We're not old, we're not deaf, and we're not weak-minded. The hard sell doesn't work on us, and I expect that it won't work on many other people either.
"Second, don't take two hours to do something that should take half an hour. You're working for a living, but so do we. We don't need to take a big chunk out of our day with a sales call. You need to come in, measure, give the information to us straight, and leave. We told you that we'd already had these windows before, yet you insisted on going through the whole spiel like a robot. You need to listen to your prospect's feedback, or you're going to lose the sale. Like you lost this one."
A long silence ensued.
"Uh, okay, I appreciate the feedback," he stammered.
"And I appreciate you calling back," I said. "Sure, no problem, and thank you," he said. And we hung up.
I wasn't yelling at him, or being malicious. I wanted him to learn why he had failed at his task of selling us something. I respect the sales profession - I know that I couldn't do it, just as I couldn't possibly be a waiter (I have a lousy memory) or a cashier (I suck at making change). It's a difficult life for most salesmen. They get told "no" a lot more than they get told "yes," depending on their technique and what they're selling. As annoying as he was, I thought at least he deserved a reason why we were saying "no."
I doubt it will do him any good. But I tried.
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(There's) Always Something There to Remind Me
I always liked this song by the British New Wave band Naked Eyes because of the English Horn keyboard patch, the four-note descending pattern that they play after singing the refrain. An English horn is a double-reed orchestral instrument that is halfway between an oboe and a bassoon. It's not used nearly enough. I've played it, of course, and the oboe. I think the English horn is more interesting (if somewhat less expressive than the oboe) in its tonal range, but there are few parts written for it. I think some transposing instruments in the key of E-flat or F are dying, in general, like the alto clarinet or the E-flat horn. They're just not "cool" anymore. If they ever were. ;-)
I also like the cacophanous carillon (cascading bells) that appears periodically in the song.
I did not realize that this is a very old song, written in the early 1960s by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, and first recorded by Dionne Warwick in 1963 and again in 1967 with a new arrangement.
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2008-07-09
A successful surgery
My .22-caliber Browning Buckmark pistol has been becoming rather unreliable lately. It's been ten years since its last visit to the doctor. Now that I live in the sticks, however, it's always best to see if I can doctor it myself, before mailing it away somewhere for repairs.
I looked up how to strip it, online, and found some helpful pictures. I took it into the bathroom, closed all the drains plus the toilet seat lid, and then proceeded to disassemble it in the bathtub. The idea was, if something flew out of it under spring tension, it wouldn't have far to go, and it would show up very quickly against the white linoleum and porcelain.
The surgery was successful, and I was able to disassemble and reassemble the patient without a problem. I would have taken it apart even further, but the operating manual said "Further disassembly should be done only by a competent gunsmith."
Well, since I'm neither competent nor a gunsmith, I decided to leave it at that.
We'll see how it functions next weekend at the range. I certainly got about a kilo of dirt out of it. (I do clean it after every session, but the design of the slide ensures that crap will build up in it.)
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Advice from a dead man
Recently I bought my darling wife a bike from Wal-Mart. And we knew that it would need some work, because you get what you pay for. So I brought it home and set about straightening the wheels, which were wobbly.
I looked up "how to true a bicycle wheel" on Google, and found http://www.kenkifer.com/bikepages/index.htm. It has LOTS of bicycling information, including repair information. I found it very useful.
I also found a page where he argued that he didn't like to wear a helmet.
And then I noticed that he was dead. Not that wearing a helmet would have saved him, in his case.
I found it interesting that years after his death, Ken could still dispense advice and help people, through the grace of his friends who keep his website running.
(In the end, we returned the bike to Wal-Mart and bought a much better one. Which we have yet to ride, because we've been too busy. But that's another post for another day, during which we should be riding.)
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2008-07-08
Annoying story ledes
In journalism, the lead-in summary or sentence for a story (spelled "lede," though I forget why) should grab the readers and pull them in.
This lede, for some reason, just makes me uncomfortable.
Men instinctively avoid female-oriented media like Lifetime Television or The Hallmark Channel. We have those channels blocked out on our televisions, so we never see them and don't even know that they're there. Therefore they never annoy us. (Just watching a half hour of such programming creates a 30% drop in testosterone in the average male, with myself being the only test subject available for experimentation. Urgh.)
But I find such gender-biased "online news" stories to be obnoxious, because there's no way you can avoid seeing them on a website. Whoops! There it is.
Unless they start making website "channels" purely for men. "MSN for Men," perhaps.
Sigh.
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Movie reviews: Wall-E
We seldom see movies anymore. Most of them aren't worth seeing, as Hollywood's waning creativity and intelligence indicates. But we did see two this past weekend.
Wall-E
This Pixar film is a great one for young and old alike. The animation is stunning and hyper-realistic; the garbage-strewn desolation of dead Earth plays a funereal counterpoint to the bright, beautiful, yet fat and soulless commercials on the remaining flatscreens towering over the ruins. The starship of refugee humans is a riot of color and motion floating amid the beauty of a nebula. The robots, Wall-E and Eve, are wonderfully designed and anthropomorphically animated; they communicate mountains of information with just a movement, a glance, or simply by saying the other's name with various inflections. Robot love is beautiful, set to a lovely, lilting musical score interspersed with video references to 1969's "Hello Dolly" with Walter Matthau and Barbra Streisand (it serves as Wall-E's guide to what life and love are all about).
And yet, the film lacks heart, if one is to compare it to previous Pixar triumphs such as "Toy Story" or "Finding Nemo." Perhaps it's because the film is about robots and metal-and-silicon life... even though it is not so different from organic life, it still lacks something. Perhaps more dialogue would have been better. The heavy-handed messages in the film also detract from its impact; pro-environment, anti-corporation, anti-sloth. Sometimes those messages are best communicated in a more subtle way than with a baseball bat.
Nevertheless, it's a great film, and you should see it. The other characters, especially Auto (pronounced "Otto," the starship's autopilot shaped like a ship's steering wheel), MO, the little cleaning robot endlessly sweeping in Wall-E's wake, and the sneezing vacuum cleaner are hilarious. Especially watch the credits, where we see the future unfold, as told through the evolution of art: ancient Egyptian art, Greco-Roman art, medieval art, Renaissance art, Romanticism, Expressionism, Pointillism, and finally the culmination of all human art, Atari/Nintendo. Students of art history will be fascinated.
Marvin says 3.5 stars out of 5. Worth a Saturday morning at the cheap show.
Next: Kung Fu Panda.
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Freur, "Doot Doot"
Where was I when these guys were on the radio? I like their sound. Oh, now I know - 1983 was a dark, dark time in my life. I don't remember much of anything from that year, or the year before. But as the saying goes, "It's always darkest before the dawn." And it was.
The singer seems to like the sound of his own voice, which annoys me. But I like the drum machine's lurching beat - initially, it's hard to tell where the downbeat is, because the drum machine deliberately skips it.
What's in a name?
Face on a stage
Where are you now?
Memory fades, you take a bow
Here in the dark
Watching the screen
Look at them fall
The final scene
And we go doot
Doot doot
Look at them fall
Flicker and fade
Gone are the screams
I put them to bed, now they are dreams
And we go doot
Doot doot
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2008-07-07
Oh what a tangled web we weave
Sir Walter Scott must have been thinking of my backyard. Or maybe not. ;-)
A spiny orb weaver, Gasteracantha cancriformis. He always builds in the same place. We move him aside, and he rebuilds again. He really likes it there.
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This sh*t is bananas!
B-A-N-A-N-A-S! (skip to about 2:30 in the song for the relevant lyrics)
We are proud of our new babies. The pinkish-reddish-bluish-not-greeney thing is another clump of bananas, not yet sprouted. It will put on three or four such clumps, all on one stalk. We may eventually need to prop the tree up, but if it falls, it will continue to grow along the ground, based on our neighbor's experience.
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A call to 911
I have never called 911 (emergency services), ever. I have never had an emergency that would need their assistance. And especially because they would fine me heavily if I called them and it was NOT an emergency. I had better be missing major body parts before I call 911.
The other day, I was sitting behind a guy at a red light. The light turned green. Everybody moved but him. After a decent interval of honking (perhaps 20 seconds), everyone began going around him. So did we. As we passed him, I saw him slumped in the driver's seat, leaning to the right, eyes closed, hands in his lap, mouth gaping open, as if he were asleep or unconscious. We drove past him and realized we'd better call for help, because he could be dying. So I dialed *911, which is how you dial it from a cellphone.
I looked up in my rear-view mirror, and saw that he had started moving again. He was staying in his lane, and appeared to be just fine, because he was catching up to me. The call to 911 had just begun to ring. My phone sounded a peculiar bell-like tone, which I have never heard before. I don't know if it meant that I was calling 911, or if it meant that my GPS sender was sending (I have GPS turned off, because I am paranoid, EXCEPT for when I call 911). So I hung up halfway through the first ring, because the "dead" guy was moving again, and I didn't want to trouble the 911 operator if there indeed was no emergency. And I didn't want a fine if they weren't feeling charitable.
They called me back. Immediately.
I almost dropped the phone. It weirds me out that they could identify me THAT quickly, even before normal caller ID could register me, and call me right back. My wife explained that they always do that, because they want to ensure that the caller is not being forced to hang up by an assailant, or is otherwise still in danger.
It still weirds me out. Anyway, I answered and the operator identified herself, and I apologized to her for calling, and explained what had happened. I gave her the guy's plate number and a description of him and his car, and told her that he seemed to be dead, or in an epileptic seizure or something, and that's why I had called, but even though he was moving again, northbound on the main street, perhaps someone should stop him and check on him. She said she'd send it out. She thanked me for calling.
It was an interesting experience. I'm glad my tax dollars are going to fund such an efficient, conscientious mechanism for public safety.
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2008-07-06
A nature walk
My darling wife belongs to the local native plant society. I accompanied her on a nature walk last weekend with my new camera. I was moderately interested in the plants, but really I'm interested more in structures and shapes, since all the plants are the same shade of green to me.
These photos were shot in normal color. In future photos, I've turned up the color to "Vivid." They look the same to me. Maybe you will notice the difference?
Denny (with the cane) knows everything. He's a thousand years old. He's forgotten more than most of us would ever learn. He and the guy to the right, with the belt pouch and the dark green pants, got into it a few times, arguing about some plant or other. It's fun to watch old guys play "big dick."
A lightning-blasted tree. Florida is the lightning capital of the world. Ten people are killed every year by lightning, with over 1500 injured. Yet golfers and fishermen insist on walking around in the open with metal rods in their hands. It's amusing to me, in a sick way.
I love dead trees. They have such a twisted, architectural, gothic quality.
A moth caterpillar of some kind. Moth caterpillars are hairy. Butterfly caterpillars are spiky. That's how you can tell the difference.
Another dead tree. Professor Booty was right, in her review of this blog back in May. I must be fascinated with death. Sigh. I rationalize it in two ways: one, it is a gateway to some other form of existence, and I'd like to see what's out there; and two, death of one gives life to another. These trees, for example, are home to dozens of birds and thousands of insects. Even in death, they give life.
These are oak trees with lots of Spanish moss (Tillandsia usneoides) on them. Spanish moss is an air plant, growing without roots. It was a major industry for pillow- and mattress-stuffing, back in the 1800s and early 1900s, before Memory Foam was invented. ;-) Spanish moss is related to bromeliads like we have in our yard.
Spanish moss, close up. It's dry and crinkly, with some flexibility. There are seldom bugs in it, which means it doesn't take much cleaning to make it suitable for a pillow.
Woodpecker holes in a tree. A dead tree. Yes. It's dead. Sigh.
Something alive! A flower of some kind, whose name I forget. I am not the plant person. Dave Coulter would probably know. So would my darling wife.
A typical forest in Florida. Palmettos and pine trees. The palmettos and palms fade out north of Tampa, and the pine trees take over, all the way up into Kentucky. I like it further south, with LOTS of palmettos and palm trees.
A beautiful, tiny bud with little flowers all over it. I was testing the macro setting. This little guy is smaller than the fingernail on your pinkie.
WARNING: MINI-RANT AHEAD: Some nasty rich people somehow got a permit to build some McMansions next to our pristine little wilderness. They're going begging, though, because no one wants to buy them. Perhaps two are finished, for the builder and his accountant. The rest are half-built and rotting in the jungle heat. It serves them right. Go build your McMansions somewhere else, like in Texas or the Carolinas, where it's expected. I'm all for capitalism, but not at the expense of what nature we have left. END OF RANT. ;-)
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2008-07-05
Weird news
I saved some wacky headlines from this past week or two, so that I can shake my head at them all at once, and get it out of my system.
- I can't believe hospital personnel would just leave someone to die in the waiting room. Even if they ARE a problem patient. At least "dump" them to some other hospital, so they can die there. Not that "dumping" ever occurs in the hospital industry. No sirree.
- I think it's interesting that HIV is spiking among "men who have sex with men." WARNING: MINI-RANT AHEAD. To me, you're gay if you're a man who has sex with another man. It's not experimentation - I can't imagine experimenting with another man's cock in my ass. Ick. I can see why many women don't like it, because I certainly wouldn't. But I think it's interesting that the legacy media is bending over backwards (and forwards, lol) to avoid saying "gay" or "homosexual" when describing male-male sex. Instead, it's "men who have sex with men." This is why I refused to become a journalist, because journalism is just "marketing with a specific agenda," like public relations. It's not about telling the truth, it's about telling a story that serves a specific purpose, like doing anything you can to avoid associating HIV and AIDS with being gay. (In the US, the victims are predominantly gay men, although that's not true in Africa.) Even gay activists will admit that in the US, HIV/AIDS victims are usually gay men, and they DID admit it on NPR a few years ago, when they were talking about their effort in the 1980s to steer the media into avoiding associating HIV and AIDS with being gay. Covering up the truth didn't work that time, and it doesn't work now. I resent the media's attempt to resurrect the cover-up.
Now before you rant back, remember, I have gay friends, I have had gay roommates. They have seen me naked. My quarrel is not with them, it's with the media. END OF RANT. We now return you to your regularly scheduled blogpost. - It's so sad, that Vogue model who jumped off the roof in NYC. She's from Kazakhstan, from Almaty. I've worked in Kazakhstan, in Atyrau on the other end of the country. The women there are exotically beautiful. I think Ruslana Korshunova was average-looking, among women from her country.
- Women can do shockingly horrible things, like cut babies from the womb of another woman. I've worked in Kennewick, WA where this happened. It's a nice town. You wouldn't expect such a thing to happen there.
- I think it would be hilarious if the Large Hadron Collider DID spawn a black hole. Remember in the 1950s, when some people thought that nuclear weapons would set all the oxygen in the planet's atmosphere on fire, and burn Earth to a crisp? That was a hoot, too.
- Moronic thieves think bananas are weapons.
- Moronic abusers think snakes are weapons. "Get 'em" he yelled at the snake to attack the police officers. Dumbass. Snakes are fucking deaf. And not very trainable, either.
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2008-07-03
The lost class reunion
A friend of mine is, at this moment, winging her way back to her bazillionth high school class reunion. So is my sister. I think it's interesting.
My own reunion was two years ago. I never heard anything about it, and never gave it any thought, because I wouldn't have gone anyway. The people I care about, who care about me, have kept in touch with me, or we found each other again over the Internet.
Most of the people I care about from that time, weren't in my class anyway. We don't need reunions to check up on each other.
The others... [shrug]. It doesn't matter. The past is the past. Their faces and names have faded with time. Even when I look at a yearbook (if I could find my yearbooks... I'm not sure where they are), I don't recognize many of the faces or names from my class. Even on Classmates.com, there are many names from my class whom I've never heard of. Our school was not that big. Our class only had 180 people or so. My memory must be awfully poor.
Still, some small part of me feels as though I should have gone to my reunion, that I missed something. That part of me also feels annoyed that no one tried to track me down, and yet that's proof again that I didn't fit in anyway. I know in my heart that even if I HAD known about a reunion, I would not have gone. I did not fit in there, socially, and to have tried to fit in again now would have just been a painful reminder of a past best forgotten.
I marvel that others are willing to travel across the country to be there, at their reunions.
I wish that I felt the way that they do.
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2008-07-01
A new word: Misprision
It's unusual that I learn a new word. Today I did: misprision. I like the literary meaning: "creative misreading or distortion of a previous thesis or argument."
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Sparks of Light in the Void
- Ali
- All Music
- An Ordinary Life
- Black Holes and Astro Stuff
- Corrina's Brain
- Faerie Kat
- Florida Girl in Sydney
- From the ashes
- Job's Tale (Curious Servant)
- Jumana
- Kinzi
- Literally Speaking
- Ljlogsdon
- Mab3oos
- Mama Needs a Cosmo
- Michelle Malkin
- My Only Photo
- Osage + Orange
- Pandima's Box
- Power Line
- Quotes of the Day
- Qwaider
- say what you mean
- Seafood Punch
- Secret Window
- Surfie Says
- The Radio Equalizer

