Saturday, January 31, 2009

The Elections

As captioned in the New York Times: Humvees of the Iraqi Army on Friday patrolled the streets of central Basra ahead of Saturday's vote. Security in Iraq has improved considerably, but the campaign has not been without violence. Three Sunni candidates were assassinated Thursday -- one in Mosul, one in Diyala and one in Baghdad.
Photo: Matt Cardy/Getty Images

Quietly hopeful… this in the WaPo about the Iraqi provincial elections:

BAGHDAD, Jan. 31 -- Iraqis streamed passed police cordons and barbed wire as they went to the polls on Saturday to vote in their first elections in four years, widely seen as a test of Iraq's stability as the U.S. role in Iraq diminishes.

The all-important provincial elections are viewed as a key indicator of whether the nation can build upon fragile security gains and address imbalances in power that still plague many areas. More than 14,000 candidates are running for 440 seats to lead councils that are the equivalent of state legislatures in the United States.

Aljazeera has a short fact-file on the elections and it ain’t too shabby. So does the New York Times, in addition to their Iraq blog, which has on-the-scene narrative, video, and photos. There’s a whole helluva lot to choose from on the ‘net regarding the elections… Google News listed 2,066 articles on the subject (many of them duplicates) at 0830 hours MST.

Friday, January 30, 2009

My Hero Today

That would be Commander Kurt Lippold, USN (ret). For this:
The former commander of the USS Cole, the American war ship that was struck by a suicide boat in Yemeni waters more than eight years ago, on Thursday slammed President Barack Obama's orders to close the Guantanamo detention center and reassess the prisoners being held there.

''We shouldn't make policy decisions based on human rights and legal advocacy groups,'' retired U.S. Navy Cmdr. Kurt Lippold said in a telephone interview. "We should consider what is best for the American people, which is not to jeopardize those who are fighting the war on terror — or even more adversely impact the families who have already suffered loses as a result of the war."

The Commander is absolutely, positively correct. But the lunatics appear to be in charge of the asylum these days. I don't doubt for a frickin' nanosecond there's more such madness from the Obama administration in the works. Hell, I know there is. It's spelled S-T-I-M-U-L-U-S. Among other things. But we digress.

Heh

Fresh out of both time and ideas, but Blog-Bud Barry and YouTube come to my (emotional) rescue:



Hey... this was Austin. And I've heard there really ARE zombies there. On Sixth Street. I've even seen a few likely suspects just after 0200 hrs.

More here... including this blurb:
Before leaving, the vandals reset the password so the city could not easily change the sign. The sign's humorous warning stayed up for several hours before the manufacturer of the computer could reset the password.
The password re-set was a nice touch, dontcha think?

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Irony... Much?

Via a tweet from Blog-Bud Cynthia... a screen-shot of PeTA's "Sea Kittens" site:


This is just too danged rich for words. All I can muster is a hearty LOL! (Omaha Steaks apparently sponsors the main PeTA site, as well. I just clicked over there from the Sea Kittens site... and the banner stayed put. Selling one's soul for advertising bucks... it's the American Way, innit?)

Sighted: Project Liberty Aircraft

I went out to the base yesterday to do the bi-weekly commissary run (and play with ATMs, in my spare time) and noticed a significant amount of activity on the flight line… much more so than in weeks and months past. For the better part of a year now there have been only one or two C-130s on the ramp, rarely more. But yesterday I counted five C-130s on the ramp and one in the pattern, shooting touch ‘n’ goes. One of the cute lil buggers you see below was shooting touch ‘n’ goes, as well. About which:

More than Just An Aircraft: The Air Force plans to deploy an expeditionary air support operations group of about 100 airmen to Southwest Asia later this year to support its new fleet of MC-12W intelligence-surveillance-reconnaissance aircraft. These airmen, operating out of sites throughout the theater, will analyze, disseminate, and process the full-motion imagery and signals intelligence data collected by the aircraft's sensors. The airmen will help to pass on this information as quickly as possible to the ground troops at the tactical level who need it most. "Heretofore, intelligence was largely centered at high levels," Brig. Gen. Blair E. Hansen, director of ISR capabilities on the Air Staff, told reporters in the Pentagon Jan. 23. He continued: "Now we have the ability to flatten it. We've made it immediately consumable … and this system is one of those systems pumping information into that picture." The first of the MC-12Ws is expected in Southwest Asia in April. The aircraft themselves will be equipped with such tools as the remote operational video enhanced receiver to pass live video streams directly to the airmen on the ground who call in air strikes. (For more, read Project Liberty Heads Downrange)

One normally sees King Airs hanging around municipal airports, the executive sections of our major hub airports, and only rarely at USAF bases. While the Air Force has long flown military equivalents of executive aircraft for VIPs and such, I find it interesting that the service is taking the King Air and fitting it out as an ISR platform… all in the space of about a year from concept to initial operational capability (IOC). From that “Project Liberty Heads Downrange” link above:

The genesis for LPA came last April when the Office of the Secretary of Defense task force sought a quick means to address the seemingly insatiable demand for ISR capability in Southwest Asia. Virtually all MQ-1s and MQ-9s deploy to the fight as soon as they arrive from the factory, yet the demand keeps growing.

“That curve is as steep as it can get right now,” said Hansen of the Air Force’s UAV efforts in theater. Currently there are 33 combat air patrols of MQ-1 and MQ-9s flying in Southwest Asia.

After weighing concepts, Defense Secretary Robert Gates last July signed an order for the Air Force to proceed with its proscribed (sic) solution: procurement of 37 specially configured C-12 twin-engine aircraft based on the Beechcraft King Air 350. Thus was born “Project Liberty,” named after the World War II effort to quickly press commercial ships into the fight in Europe.

“The concept was, ‘What can we do in an additive fashion that would get extra capability?” said Hansen. The need was simple: FMV and Sigint in a multi-sensor package. And, getting it to the war zone soon.

Now is that cool, or what? There’s precious little in the media about the MC-12 and I have NO idea if there will be a permanent MC-12W presence at Cannon in the future. But it was great seeing that lil guy buzzing around the airplane patch yesterday.

Update, 05/04/2009: Correction to this post published here, along with a photo of an actual MC-12W. The C-12 I saw zooming around in the pattern at Cannon AFB the day I wrote this post was NOT an MC-12... it was a garden-variety C-12 operated by AF Special Operations Command. My apologies.

(Links and photo from the Air Force Association's Daily Report, which is linked in my sidebar.)

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

A Marx-ism

55 seconds or so.


Heh. This could very well be my theme song.

Apropos of this post... I happen to be watching "Make 'Em Laugh" on PBS and the above ran not five minutes ago. Ya just gotta love YouTube. No ifs, ands, or buts. Love.

Lessons

I learned something today: automatic teller machines have time-limits. As in... one swipes one's card in the slot, keys in his transaction, the machine whirs and beeps, and money appears in the slot. Then the clock starts. If, at the end of the specified time limit...which appears to be about 30 seconds... you haven't retrieved your money from said slot, the machine EATS IT. The money returns from whence it came and you're left standing there, going "WTF?"

So. To make a long story short: I'm temporarily out $200.00. A quick call to my credit union and the kind folks working there tell me "not to worry" and my account will be credited immediately (and provisionally) for the missing two hundred bucks. A permanent credit will be issued once they hear from the financial institution that owns the machine and get their money back.

Let us pray this isn't the first shot in what could be a long war.

But... who knew, eh? I've been using ATMs for about 25 years and this is the very first time anything like this ever happened to me. You can bet it will be the LAST time, though.

You Inflated My Stimulus! No... YOU Stimulated My Inflation!

So… the new day dawned bright, clear, and cold. But it was such a joy to fill the coffee pot from the tap, wash my face with hot running water, yadda, yadda. The simple joys of indoor plumbing that works!

―:☺:―

New folks to follow… From The Hill:

Audiences usually treat presidents to a round of polite applause, but when President Obama addressed House Republicans on Tuesday, they started Twittering.

Just a week after being inaugurated and becoming the most powerful man in the world, Obama strode into the Republican redoubt on Capitol Hill, whereupon its denizens started texting accounts of the proceedings into cyberspace.

There could be no clearer demonstration of the way politics has moved into an age in which technology trumps formality.

While Obama implored Republicans behind closed doors to consider supporting his economic stimulus bill, GOP thumbs worked overtime, tapping updates onto the microblogging website for thousands to read.

[…]

The Republicans commended Obama throughout the meeting, but were quick to note their continued disagreement with the president and the House Democratic leadership after conservative blogs pounced on the friendly rhetoric. (Pundit Michelle Malkin, a frequent Twitter user herself, directed a message toward Burgess during the meeting: “You Tweeted during Obama [meeting]: ‘Sharp differences are muted.’ That’s exactly what’s wrong [with] the Republican Party!”)

This, of course, presupposes you care enough about politics to have your congress-critter tell you how his day is going via tweets. Imagine: “In the limo and off to Heidi’s place! Wish U wur me?” I’m not so sure that’s such a great ideer. But I’m considering it.

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In today’s PoliticoThe Case for Doing Nothing. The lede:

Most of Washington has reached quick consensus: Government must do something big to shock the economy, and it should cost between $800 billion and $900 billion.

But dissident economists and investment professionals offer a much different take: Most of Washington is dead wrong.

Instead of fighting over what should go in the economic stimulus bill, pitting infrastructure spending against tax cuts and contractors against contraceptives, they say lawmakers should be fighting against the very idea of any economic stimulus at all. Call them the Do-Nothing Crowd.

“The economy was too big. It was all phantom wealth borrowed from abroad,” says Andrew Schiff, an investment consultant at Euro Pacific Capital and a card-carrying member of the stand-tall-against-the-stimulus lobby. “All this stimulus money is geared toward getting consumers spending and borrowing again. But spending and borrowing were the problem in the first place.”

Washington has a habit of passing legislation in a crisis and suffering from morning-after regrets — the Iraq war, the Patriot Act and last year’s original bank bailout plan come to mind. So we thought it would be wise to air the views of the naysayers toward Washington’s latest consensus approach.

I don’t have any regrets about Congress’ vote on the Iraq war OR the Patriot Act, but all this frantic bailing out worries me. Don’t get me wrong: I support certain types of bail-out activities when the failure to “do something” would result in catastrophe… the “too big to fail argument,” in other words. I also supported the relative pittance given in the form of $17.4 billion in bridge loans to the auto industry… a pittance, that is, compared to the currently proposed $800 billion stimulus package. Another case of too big to fail, not to mention the domino effect of GM et al going under, massive unemployment, and so on.

But the stimulus has me worried, not because of the reasons highlighted in the Politico article, which tend to focus on the superficial and specious. Reasons such as a recession that’s “weeding out the weak (companies),” and “shocking Americans into reducing their debt,” while (very) arguably good things, aren’t necessarily good reasons NOT to spend nearly one trillion taxpayer dollars. Nope. I disagree on two counts. First is the way the proposed stimulus monies would be allocated. The WSJ has a few highlights in this space, including the graphic on the right that I purloined from this article, which says, in part…

Most of the rest of this project spending will go to such things as renewable energy funding ($8 billion) or mass transit ($6 billion) that have a low or negative return on investment. Most urban transit systems are so badly managed that their fares cover less than half of their costs. However, the people who operate these systems belong to public-employee unions that are campaign contributors to … guess which party?

[…]

Another "stimulus" secret is that some $252 billion is for income-transfer payments -- that is, not investments that arguably help everyone, but cash or benefits to individuals for doing nothing at all.

[…]

As for the promise of accountability, some $54 billion will go to federal programs that the Office of Management and Budget or the Government Accountability Office have already criticized as "ineffective" or unable to pass basic financial audits. These include the Economic Development Administration, the Small Business Administration, the 10 federal job training programs, and many more.

Oh, and don't forget education, which would get $66 billion more. That's more than the entire Education Department spent a mere 10 years ago and is on top of the doubling under President Bush.

Pet-projects that have languished on the Democrats’ back-burner for years, in other words. Only about ten percent of the projects in this bill are worthy investments in infrastructure, power grid improvements, and broadband projects, by the WSJ’s accounting.

But it’s the Financial Times (UK) that identifies my principal objection to this latest boondoggle… the humongous deficits we’ll incur. Excerpt:

The US debate over the fiscal stimulus is remarkable in its neglect of the medium term – that is, the budgetary challenges over a period of five to 10 years. Neither the White House nor Congress has offered the public a scenario of how the proposed mega-deficits will affect the budget and government programmes beyond the next 12 to 24 months. Without a sound medium-term fiscal framework, the stimulus package can easily do more harm than good, since the prospect of trillion-dollar-plus deficits as far as the eye can see will weigh heavily on the confidence of consumers and businesses, and thereby undermine even the short-term benefits of the stimulus package.

[…]

What we need is a medium-term fiscal framework, one that lays out an anticipated schedule of taxes and spending consistent with the needs of the economy and government functions. Rather than soundbites about ending pork-barrel projects or scouring the budget for waste, or about the relative multipliers of tax cuts versus spending increases (both of which depend on expectations about the future, a point mostly overlooked in the debate), we should be reflecting on certain basic fiscal facts, the most important of which is that the US government faces huge and potentially debilitating structural deficits as far as the eye can see.

In rough numbers, the US federal tax system collects about 18 per cent of gross national product, while the total of just five categories of public spending – Social Security (retirement and disability), health (Medicare, Medicaid), veterans’ benefits, defence and homeland security and interest payments – eat up about 18 per cent of GNP. Yet government has more to do – for example, providing the justice system; help for the poor and unemployed; science and technology research; energy systems, transport and other infrastructure; diplomacy and international aid; natural hazards mitigation; training; and the future costs of financial clean-up. Let us add in the fact that state and local governments are broke and need increased federal transfers, and that America’s ageing population, broken healthcare system and growing underclass all require increased fiscal attention. We currently pay for all of this, if we do so at all, by borrowing from China and from the future.

Does the foregoing scare you? It sure scares ME. At some point in time the Chinese will either decide to quit lending us money, or they’ll do something much more nefarious… they’ll begin attaching strings to the money they lend us… as in “you can spend it on this, but not this…” and so on. Not up front, of course… T-Bills and Notes don’t come with contracts. But the Chinese could wield influence in policy decisions, like no aid for Taiwan, discontinuing anti-ballistic-missile defense programs, or the setting of tariffs and duties. Couldn’t happen? Think again. And remember: “money IS power.”

But I feel our Chinese lenders are the least of our problems. A government cannot simply “print money” without underlying value without suffering consequences… terrible consequences. A lot of folks are too young to remember hyper-inflation, which plagued Argentina as recently as the 1980s and currently rages in Zimbabwe. But the classic case is the Weimar Republic From an article at forexhound.com:

Concerns about the global financial system and economy are increasing and now there is a dawning realization that the cheap money, irresponsible lending practices, trillions of dollars of derivatives, massive leverage and government profligacy of recent times may lead to hyperinflation in some countries internationally. Due to the prodigal money printing and creation of fiat currencies in order to bailout much of the banking system and a continuing meltdown in the asset backed securities market and derivatives market, the threat of Weimar Germany is being mentioned more often, including on the front page of the Financial Times.

[…]

There is now a real risk of Warren Buffett’s “financial weapons of mass destruction” leading to what some have termed the neutron bomb of a meltdown in the out of control derivates market which now has a value in the hundreds of trillions ($40 trillion credit derivatives alone). The US Treasury is backstopping some $600 trillion in derivatives and the Fed and the Treasury are doing the same for the entire ‘structured finance’ segment.

These figures are of a magnitude far greater than the World War I war reparations that the Germans had to pay which led to their hyperinflation. It is worth remembering that Germany was one of the, if not the, strongest powers that the world had ever seen at the end of the 19th century and many saw Germany surpassing the British Empire which was in decline, as a superpower. Germany was one of the strongest nations in the world – culturally, scientifically, militarily and economically and a superpower of the time.

Enter hyper-inflation and misery on a scale unknown to ALL Americans living today. One would think the specter of hyper-inflation would be enough to make our politicos think long and hard about the stimulus Obama is proposing. But apparently not… Obama himself, when asked about the inflationary aspects of the stimulus and the ballistic trajectory of federal deficits said “we’ll deal with that later.” Famous last words, and all that.

Here’s a good primer on the concept of stimulus plans in a White Paper published by the Council on Foreign Relations. More doom and gloom here, here, and here.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Entering Day Two...

… of nineteenth century living. We were sitting here waiting for our water hose to thaw when last we left you… but alas, Gentle Reader, it did not. Our temp rose to 33 for about an hour yesterday afternoon but that wasn’t enough to free things up and we remain a water-free zone this morning. Yesterday’s principal activity of import was to saddle up Ol’ Bessie and head into town to fetch water.

It’s neutered brass monkey cold this morning… 12 degrees when I awoke and seriously overcast, which reminds me for all the world of Detroit during the dead of winter. One of the more depressing things about winter in those latitudes… and by that I mean the swath of territory stretching about a hundred miles south of Detroit all the way east to the Atlantic… is the oppressive grayness. I can remember going for what seemed like weeks without seeing blue sky during winters in Detroit and Rochester, NY. But that’s NOT the norm here on The High Plains of New Mexico, as it’s usually one bright beautiful day after another, even in the dead of winter. Such is not the case today, though. But we’ll look on the bright side as is our wont and toss out the de rigeur “things could be worse.” As in a mere ten miles or so to the east and/or south of us:

Or worse yet… as in certain parts of Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Missouri:

The WeatherHeads are ALL agog about the World Class ice-storm that’s in progress as I type, and it most certainly DOES look rather grim, both on my teevee and in the radar picture. I’ll take a temporary water outage… measured in hours… over power outages and freezing temps that last for days. I just hope we hit our forecasted high of 41 today. Because heating water on the stove for bathing and doing dishes went out of fashion well over a hundred years ago.

Update, noon-thirty or thereabouts: The WX Channel revised today's forecasted high temperature downward... from 41 to 33... which means no water yet again today. {sigh} And still MORE {sighs}. It's easy for me to remain philosophical about "stuff" when events are well and truly out of my control, but it's MUCH less so when I'm a victim of a self-inflicted wound. I sincerely hope this latest trick of mine fills 2009's quota for Teh Stupid. I kinda doubt it, tho.

Update, 1800 hrs: Boy, do we EVER feel better now that we're clean! The water started coming back just after 1700 hrs with a drip every three or four seconds, which increased steadily until full flow was restored around 1730. I then did something quite out of character... jumped in the shower and ran the hot water heater entirely out of hot water before I got out. It was that good...

Monday, January 26, 2009

Dang.


I did it again. I failed to set a drip before retiring last evening, lulled as I was by our near-70 degree temperature yesterday. And I'm froze-up yet again... for at least the second time this winter. So here we are... nearly half past noon and only 26 degrees outside. The WX Channel's web site still insists we'll make it up to 47 degrees today but I'm beginning to have my doubts. Serious doubts.

Thank God for the emergency water supply. The coffee was made without issue this morning and that's really the ONLY mission-essential item on the daily check list. All else can wait for the thaw, when it comes. But I really would like a shower...

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Zen. Sorta.

Prompted by an off-line conversation with a friend, recently concluded...



The Wheel
(Garcia/Hunter/Kreutzmann)

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on,
You can't go back and you can't stand still,
If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will.

Won't you try just a little bit harder,
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder,
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?

Round, round robin run round, got to get back to where you belong,
Little bit harder, just a little bit more,
A little bit further than you gone before.

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on,
You can't go back and you can't stand still,
If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will.

Small wheel turn by the fire and rod,
Big wheel turn by the grace of God,
Every time that wheel turn 'round,
Bound to cover just a little more ground.

The wheel is turning and you can't slow down,
You can't let go and you can't hold on,
You can't go back and you can't stand still,
If the thunder don't get you then the lightning will.

Won't you try just a little bit harder,
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
Won't you try just a little bit harder,
Couldn't you try just a little bit more?
From Garcia's oh-so-excellent 1972 album titled simply "Garcia." Our theme song today.

Let's Begin With a Memory or Three


As captioned in the NYT: Russo and Steele managed to get $49,000 for a 1961 Triumph TR3A.

I might not have read the article in the New York Times on collectible cars at auction (from whence the pic above was taken) had it not been for that TR-3 you see above. Well, that’s not entirely true… as I’ll read most anything automotive, most especially about sports cars, muscle cars, and other such automotive erotica. But I loves me some Triumphs!

I have a soft spot in my heart for TR-3s, as the second car I owned was a beautiful 1957 model TR… which differs slightly from the ‘61 pictured above. My father and I spent many a weekend working on my TR. I exaggerate more than slightly when I say “my father and I,” because it was HIM and one of his buddies who did the lion’s share of the work. I helped whenever I could, usually — always — on weekends when I wasn’t working and could catch a ride from Vandenberg AFB down to the ancestral home in El-Eh to help out. The car was finally finished and in reasonable condition (albeit without a heater, working or otherwise) sometime during the summer of 1965 when I took it “home” to Vandenberg. There are no surviving pictures of the car, alas.

(Side note: Here’s a GREAT pic of a 1957 TR-3. Mine was identical to this one, down to the mirrors on the front fenders and the pressed steel wheels… no “wires” for me. And mine wasn’t white/cream… it was painted 1964 Falcon Gold, a rather flashy color available on 1964 Ford Falcons that went quite well with the (stock) blue leather interior.

Apropos of something… Jay Leno owns one, too.)

I have lots of good…no, GREAT… memories of that car and two very bad ones. First the good: I met The First Mrs. Pennington while dragging Main Street (Ocean Avenue, actually) in Lompoc, California in that car. Briefly: I had an old desk phone sitting on the transmission tunnel in the car. One evening while a buddy of mine and I were “doing the cruise” I pulled up next to The First Mrs. Pennington and a gaggle of her friends at a red light, with the phone up to my ear. I looked over at her, took the phone away from my ear, held it out and said “it’s for you.” She took the receiver without thinking… not realizing (a) the phone didn’t work and (b) that was about as tacky a come-on line as there ever was. But it worked, Gentle Reader. The rest, as it’s said, is history. (Keep in mind… this was in 1965 when only the VERY rich had car phones. As a young airman with only two stripes on his sleeve I was barely in the “solvent” category, let alone rich.)

The bad: I threw the car off a 50-foot embankment one frosty morning in January of 1966 when I hit a sheet of ice on my way up the mountain to work. I rolled it three times, once laterally and twice end-over-end. The TR was totaled; I walked away with only a scratch on the little finger of my left hand… that from maintaining a death-grip on the steering wheel while flying through the air and down the embankment. Wrecking the car was bad enough… but having to call my father to tell him I’d wrecked it was probably worse, as he loved that car as much (if not more) than I did. He got over it, though… as did I. I walked for the next few months until The First Mrs. Pennington and I were married. But Dang! That car sure was fun… while it lasted.

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Good news for us caffeine junkies coffee drinkers:

After controlling for numerous socioeconomic and health factors, including high cholesterol and high blood pressure, the scientists found that the subjects who had reported drinking three to five cups of coffee daily were 65 percent less likely to have developed dementia, compared with those who drank two cups or less. People who drank more than five cups a day also were at reduced risk of dementia, the researchers said, but there were not enough people in this group to draw statistically significant conclusions.

Dr. Miia Kivipelto, an associate professor of neurology at the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm and lead author of the study, does not as yet advocate drinking coffee as a preventive health measure. “This is an observational study,” she said. “We have no evidence that for people who are not drinking coffee, taking up drinking will have a protective effect.”

Well, I suppose the news is sorta good, as there wasn’t a category for people who drink ten to 12 cups a day. That would be me, Gentle Reader. That’s been my habit for almost longer than I can remember… going back to at least 1964, when I first hit “the field” in the Air Force. I hope there’s no “excess” effect… but then again, is there such a thing as “excess” when it comes to coffee? I think not… not for YrHmblScrb, anyway.

―:☺:―

Remember earlier this week I remarked on just how quickly the White House web site changed? And how a lot of people, myself included, wondered what happened to the “old” WhiteHouse-dot-gov? Wonder no more. You can access the old White House site through the George W. Bush Presidential Library site. There is a disclaimer, though:

To preserve the historical record of the George W. Bush administration's presence on the web, the White House took a "snapshot" of the Whitehouse.gov web site. This is historical material, "frozen in time." The web site is no longer updated and links to external web sites and some internal pages will not work.

Well, yeah. We kinda figured that would be the case… but it IS nice to know the information has been preserved. And where to get it.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Apropos of Nothing, Yet Again


Posted on Laura Bush's Facebook page:
Tuesday, January 20, 2009 at 10:42pm

To all of my friends and supporters, I want to truly thank you on behalf of George, myself, and our children for your love, support, and dedication to the United States over the past 8 years. Together, we have been through a whirlwind of a time, but our citizenship has held us together, and kept us strongly united as friends, family, and as Americans.

It is with great pleasure that I pass the torch onto Michelle Obama, whom I have every confidence will fill the role with grace, compassion, and integrity.

It will be hard to leave the memories of the White House behind. But I know that this is only a new beginning for us. George and I will take some time to reconnect as a family, to spend time on the ranch where we are now "home" again.

I have every confidence that you will all take pride in this transition, and look up to our new President as your President. Barack Obama wants to better this country, and we all owe him the task of standing behind him within our borders, abroad.

This page will stay up as a way for me to keep you updated on my trips and projects. Please do feel free to leave your comments. I may not be able to respond to them all, but I do read every one that comes across, and I thank you all so much for your kind words.

May God bless all of you, and God bless America.

Farewell, but not goodbye,

Laura

Friday, January 23, 2009

My Latest Wet Dream

The mo'sickle above is a replica of the bike Steve McQueen used to race in the way-back. A blurb:
Steve McQueen was well known as a motorcyclist and, as anyone who has seen him in the film ‘On Any Sunday’ will know, a capable dirt bike racer too. What is perhaps less well known was that he had a great deal of personal input into the bikes he rode and raced. One such bike, and allegedly his favorite was a Métisse Mark III Desert Racer imported from the UK in kit form.

The Métisse brand, originally established by the Rickman brothers, Derek and Don who were famous for their road racing frames, is now owned by Gerry Lisi who has gained approval from McQueen’s son Chad to produce a limited edition run of replicas of the bike his father rode.

Oh, My. Talk about Lottery Fantasy Number Frickin' ONE... Well, maybe Number Frickin' Three. There would have to be a suitable garage to put the Métisse in. And a suitable house attached to said suitable garage. Dang. I sense we're going down a rat-hole here, and quickly at that. More detail on this exquisite machine, if'n you're interested, here.

Update, later that same day: Speaking of moto-dreams and such... The bike pictured above, a 1953 Vincent Black Shadow, is currently being auctioned off on eBay. Only three bids have been received so far (current: $45,200.00, reserve not met) and the bidding is open until February 2, 2009. Apropos of nothing... I had the opportunity to pick up this Vincent's little brother (a 1950's vintage 500cc single) when I was stationed in England in the '80s and passed on the offer. I STILL kick myself for that move... or non-move, as the case may be.

Anyhoo. I hope the Vincent above finds a good home. Hopefully with someone who thinks "red hair and black leather" is his favorite color scheme.

Public Service Announcement

This is where I'll be at the times indicated. About which...I'm of the opinion that the skills competition is just as good as the game... if not better.

I could go off on a rant here about this year's "voting" for the All-Star teams, but I'll resist the temptation. Most of you wouldn't give two hoots in Hell about that, anyway... with the possible exception of perhaps three of you Gentle Readers who drop by occasionally. And I'm sure all three of you know what I'm talking about.

Update, 01/24/2009: Susan, in comments, sez: "
Don't forget, the US Pond Hockey Championship Game will be streamed live on Sunday as well :)"

Ah, yes. Hockey in its purest form. And didja know there's a movie about pond hockey? You can see the trailer for the movie here. The folks who own the Pond Hockey web site provide code for embedding the trailer but Blogger doesn't seem to like the code, unfortunately. I tried, Gentle Reader... I tried.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Aiiieee!

I made a rather left-handed reference in times past to that huckster Billy Mays, a guy whom I hold in utter contempt. There isn’t a single solitary soul on my teevee who makes me dive for the remote faster than Billy. The guy set the Obnoxious Bar at what I thought was an impossibly high level… one that would never be topped. But the impossible has been done. Mays has been exceeded… and by a margin so wide as to be unbelievable... by this guy and his freakin' headset:

Yanno what’s worse? “Vince” is now doing MORE ads for other crap no one needs, too. Nothing succeeds in America like excess... tacky, tacky excess.

Just for grins and giggles… Here’s Billy in a rather clever mash-up. I hate actively dislike Billy Mays, but I found this amusing…

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There is good news here on The High Plains of New Mexico...

There most certainly WILL be a Happy Hour today!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Just a Rant

(re: the title. I'm posting this coz there just ain't a whole helluva lot that interests me on teevee tonight. At least one of you Gentle Readers may take what follows personally. Please don't. OTOH... you MIGHT wanna examine your attitude if you think the shoe fits.)

So… I encountered a WHOLE lot of comment on Tuesday’s Main Event whilst cruising around these here inter-tubes over the past 24 hours or so.
Doubtless you had the same experience, Gentle Reader. But grant me some forbearance here, please, while I cut ‘n’ paste excerpts from three such missives. First… Mr. Lileks:

Picked up daughter from the bus stop. What did you do in school? They watched the inauguration all day, in every class, including music. I wish I knew whether they watched it in 2000 or 2004; I’m reasonably certain no one set up projectors in the coffee shop last time. Of course, this was different, to state the screamingly obvious, and setting aside a few differences of opinion on policy matters, the inauguration and the address was a great moment. A great and good thing.

I never thought America wouldn’t elect a Black president. The fact that it finally did happen, however, brought a remarkably satisfying array of emotions. This wasn’t the placement of the cornerstone; the building is never finished. This was a stone in the wall that will be built as high as we want it to go. This stone fit. This stone belonged with the others. A hundred years from now, the stone will take strength from the one laid today, just as this stone relies on the ones laid before. And upward we build, until the metaphor collapses from overwriting -

Sorry. Anyway. I’m glad my daughter saw it in school. Some days history is made, and she got to see it. I wish I could find a way to say more without a parade of banalities and ecumenical cliches, but it’s been a long day, and any attempt to embellish the simple dignity of the event seems misguided, and hanging caveats off the bones of the day seems churlish. Just this, then: What a remarkable nation. We were remarkable the day before, too. But we’ve one more reason now.

Now Lex:

Anyway, the man didn’t get my vote, but he’s my president nonetheless. I’ll pray for his success, and I hope you all do as well. Our fates are conjoined.

Uncle Jimbo, at Blackfive:

I made this video about a month ago and repost it now as President Obama takes the reins of government. Unlike the left, I will not claim he is not my President, or his actions are taken not in my name. He was fairly elected, just like W, and as such he is the American President...period. I hope he does well because we all have a stake in this game. That does not mean I have to support policies that I disagree with. I consider myself part of the loyal opposition and if he puts forth bad ideas I will do just that and fight against them. But again without the bitter hate that has made the left such an embarrassment to themselves for most of the past 8 years.

Lex and Uncle Jimbo both served, Lileks did not. I only mention this fact because there was a recurrent theme in the posts the milbloggers I read put up yesterday, and that thought is… “Mr. Obama is MY president, regardless of whether I voted for him or not.” The attitude is both recognizable and understandable to anyone who’s ever served, mainly because the president is also the Big Boss when you wear the uniform. As such, respect for the Commander-in-Chief isn’t just desirable… it’s mandatory… and that respect is something that is instilled in every person who wears the uniform from Day One.

I’m beginning to think Universal Service isn’t such a bad idea, after all. But then again, some people just can’t be taught manners… which includes respect… no matter how hard you try. And don’t feed me any ifs, ands, or buts about someone, anyone, who serves in a position of authority not deserving your respect. I’ve worked for a whole helluva lot of people in my life I didn’t like, including a couple of CinCs, but I damned sure respected their position and authority. It’s all part of being an adult, yanno?

Further on the subject, sorta… One thing you may have missed during yesterday’s festivities, if you watched 'em. The President’s military aide escorted him and Mrs. Obama to the limousine as the inaugural parade began yesterday. Mr. Obama stuck out his hand towards the colonel (or general, the shot was too long for me to see the officer’s epaulets) and the officer refused it, raising his hand in salute instead. The president, to his ever-lasting credit, quickly withdrew his hand and returned a credible salute. The man is learning…

Update: Old Chuck Norris.

Wife Potential

Blog-Bud Lin sends along the following... captioned "Subject: How to spot a good wife."

Lin is MOST definitely on to something here.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

They Didn't Waste Any Time...


A screenshot of the new whitehouse.gov.

Congratulations, President Obama. Best of luck to you.

Now that that's out of the way... I really wanted to hit the White House web site precisely at the stroke of noon, or as soon as 44 said "So help me God." Not to be. My internet connection went down at 0900, I called my ISP at 0930 and was told the entire city was out due to a cable cut between Clovis and Lubbock. Service was restored around 1415... so I missed ALL the 'net possibilities during the ceremonies. {sigh}

It's always something. But Thank God for the Fox News Channel -- they were great.

Farewell President and Mrs. Bush

Thank you, Sir and Madam.
You were magnificent.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Us and Them

You may or may not have heard something about the dinner The One had with conservative columnists last week in the home of George Will. The event was “off the record,” and precious little mention of it… or, more importantly, the things said at that dinner… have trickled out into the media. But there has been some mention. Here’s David Brooks, conservative columnist for the NYT, giving a tantalizing peek at the goings on:

JIM LEHRER: Now, David...Moving right along. You were at a special dinner with -- you and a few other right-wing fanatics... went to this off-the-record dinner at George Will's house.

I'm not going to ask you what was said. But what was the feeling that came out of that, from you? How did you feel?

DAVID BROOKS: Well, he was carried in by cherubs with Oprah Winfrey spreading rose petals at his feet.

DAVID BROOKS: And he said, David, which sort of wine would you like me to turn your water into? That was...

JIM LEHRER: I see.

DAVID BROOKS: No, I -- we can't talk about what happened. But I will say a couple of things.

The one thing that comes across -- first of all, the one thing I will say is, it's a bunch of conservatives, mostly, and him. There was no sense that there were ideological sides. It was just a bunch of people sitting around talking about policy.

And there was no sides. And then I think the things that comes out of the whole series of interviews he did -- he did one with conservatives and the next day with liberals, and then The Washington Post editorial board, and I think...

JIM LEHRER: USA Today.

DAVID BROOKS: USA Today. And I think CNN.

JIM LEHRER: Yes.

DAVID BROOKS: But the thing that comes out, a couple things. One is the intense pragmatism of the guy.

I really think he's a Democrat. And Mark will be fine with him. But he really is empirical. And I think he sees himself as a very empirical person, data-driven, no grand philosophy of what the role of government should be, just what works.

And, second, I think a real sense of stability and order, which will be of comfort to conservatives. And he's emphasized this quite a lot this week, that we are going to be spending a lot of money over the next couple of years on the stimulus package.

But, over the long term, he's aware of the deficit, the possibility of fiscal imbalances. And he's very serious about Social Security and Medicare reform, entitlement reform, to get the long-term budget in line. And, so, if he's really going to be serious about entitlements, if he's going to get a commission that will help us solve it, then he can spend a lot of money in the next year or two -- I don't care -- because that's the real fiscal issue.

And -- and he stressed that this week in his public interviews, that he really wants to take care of that issue.

Quoted from The News Hour’s web site. And then there’s this from Bill Kristol, writing in yesterday’s NYT:

Barack Obama will assume that just and rightful authority at noon on Tuesday. After a dinner with him that I attended last week, as we said our goodbyes, I overheard one of my fellow conservatives say softly to the president-elect, “Sir, I’ll be praying for you.” Obama seemed to pause as they shook hands, and to thank him more earnestly than he did those of us who simply — and sincerely — wished him well.

The incoming president is the man of the moment. He deserves good wishes and sincere prayers. But I’ve found myself thinking these last few days more about the man who has shouldered the burdens of office for the past eight years, George W. Bush.

Kristol’s op-ed is worth the read, btw, focusing as it does on 43 and NOT 44. But we digress... my point is Kristol was at Will's house for the dinner and seems impressed. More, from today’s Financial Times (UK):

On his last night of freedom – so to speak – Barack Obama on Monday chose to host a dinner for John McCain, the man he defeated last November after a rancorous campaign. Monday night’s forgive-and-forget banquet followed an equally eyebrow-raising dinner last week at the home of George Will, the conservative columnist, whose guests included Bill Kristol, the viscerally anti-Obama neo- conservative.

In the build-up to probably the most feverishly awaited inauguration in history, the president-elect has been assiduously courting conservative enemies. Most supporters of Mr Obama accept the logic of winning over as many Republicans as possible in order to get maximum support behind the emergency bank bail-out and fiscal stimulus that he needs to push through Capitol Hill in his first few weeks.

In contrast to George W. Bush, whose political “boy wonder”, Karl Rove, said the support of 51 per cent of Americans was all they needed to accomplish their agenda, Mr Obama wants to build a bigger tent that enables Americans to transcend partisan differences.

The only people left scratching their heads are the liberals, who thought the incoming president was one of their own. Instead of appealing to the “better angels of our nature”, as Abraham Lincoln did in his inauguration speech in 1865, many want Mr Obama to take the fight to the conservatives, whom they believe got America into a mess.

Which, of course, is precisely the WRONG thing to do, assuming we… the American people… want our gub’mint to actually DO something, rather than continue the political posturing that’s gotten us exactly nowhere over the last few years. There’s a reason Congress’ favorable public opinion ratings are the lowest in history, and it ain’t due to the wonderfulness of our culture-warriors carrying their flags into battle. Yet some on both sides of the aisle want to perpetuate the madness.

I’m NOT saying conservatives should roll over and buy everything The One is selling… far from it. We should remain the “loyal opposition” and oppose policies and legislation that are in contravention to our core values, e.g., fiscal responsibility, small government, a strong military. What I AM saying is similar to what Maggie Thatcher told President Reagan all those years ago about Mikhail Gorbachev: “This is a man we can work with.” Put another way: becoming “the party of NO” like the Democrats did during Dubya’s first six years in office ain’t exactly smart, yanno?

The initial indications about The One being a politician Republicans can work with are good. After all, one would be hard pressed to find someone who was more anti-Obama than Mr. Kristol. In the mainstream, that is, we both know there are nuts on either side of the wire, Gentle Reader. I’m cautiously hopeful about The One… and I think he’s gonna be a whole helluva lot easier to work with than those old culture warriors on the left… like Algore or John Frickin’ Kerry. The trick will be convincing the old culture warriors on the RIGHT this is so, tho.

Never forget: politics is ALL about compromise. T’was ever so.

MLK Day


I've always felt uncomfortable saying "Happy Martin Luther King Day." I don't say "Happy Presidents Day," or "Happy Columbus Day," either, and I could go on about other holidays in this same space. It just doesn't seem fitting to my eyes or sound comfortable rolling off my lips.

This holiday also didn't mean a whole helluva lot to me
in years past. MLK Day wasn't a holiday while I was still in the military and I worked every MLK Day after it was designated as such... the Feds and State gub'mint employees are about the only ones off today... nearly everyone else works. My only observance of Dr. King's birthday in years past was to occasionally re-read his "I Have A Dream" speech, and I performed that small act only after the the internet came into being. (I was busy being inducted into the Air Force on the day Dr. King delivered the speech at the Lincoln Memorial, so I missed it.)

But this year is different, innit? Tomorrow the first African-American man in our history will be sworn into the highest office in the land. We should ALL be proud of that fact, regardless of our political views or loyalties. While Dr. King's dream hasn't been fully realized by any means, tomorrow's inauguration of Barack Obama at the West front of the U.S. Capitol marks the biggest symbolic step in that direction I've seen in MY lifetime. It makes me proud to be an American... so VERY proud.

Happy Martin Luther King Day.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Someone Else I'll Miss

I've gone on a bit over the last few about how much I'll miss President and Mrs. Bush. But I'll miss this lady, too:



I've watched a lot of White House press secretaries come and go in my time. This woman, IMHO, was among the very best. Ms. Perino is blessed with a sharp mind, quick responses, and an even-tempered "grace under pressure" demeanor that even her detractors have to admire. And she ain't hard to look at, either.

Ms. Perino is simply the best at what she does... especially considering that Tony Snow was such a hard act to follow. I'll miss her.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Cool. To Say the VERY Least.

Taken from Earth, observed:

The setting sun glints off the Amazon River and numerous lakes in its floodplain in this astronaut photograph from August 19, 2008. About 150 kilometers of the Amazon is shown here, about 1,000 kilometers inland from the Atlantic Ocean. This image was acquired on August 19, 2008 by the by the Expedition 17 crew of the International Space Station. (NASA/JSC)

More breathtaking images at the link. I NEVER get tired of this sort of stuff. Ever.

With a Hat-Tip to Blog-Bud Kris...



"I never make promises lightly..."

Just Frickin' MIND BOGGLING



A Kia car ad featuring a clone of The One... flogging Kias in some un-named American city. "Yes you CAN buy a new Kia!" OMG.

Stolen from
Phlegmmy... who is just as amazed and mystified at this as I am... and NOT in a good way. I'm assuming she's revolted, as well, but she didn't come right out and say so. I'm semi-speechless.

Friday, January 16, 2009

My Old Brand



Or rather the brand I began with. Cue up lotsa wistful sighs here. And a hack or two.

The biggest bennie about Luckies (and Camels) was you could carry the pack rolled up in in the sleeve of your tee shirt, like all the Kool Kidz did. Think Brando in The Wild One. Or maybe Fonzie. I'm not even sure if Fonzie smoked on teevee. But I'm sure he... the character, that is... did in Real Life. All those guys did.


h/t: Lileks

This, That, and the Other

One of the more interesting things about g-mail is the lil snippets you get at the top of your in-box… things like a “quote of the day,” abbreviated news headlines, links to magazine articles, and not a lil bit of weirdness. Today’s quote-of-the-day led me to “Brainy Quote,” a site I sometimes frequent when I’m looking for a quote from someone. There’s quite an interesting collection of stuff from one Robert Orben, not a few of which made me smile. Examples:

To err is human - and to blame it on a computer is even more so. (Facebook, anyone?)

Every speaker has a mouth; An arrangement rather neat. Sometimes it's filled with wisdom. Sometimes it's filled with feet.

And so on. Folksy humorous stuff. Right up my alley.

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Lotsa folks read blogs through an RSS feed; I don’t. I like to visit my Daily Reads personally, which may or may not be due to my not-so-well-suppressed Luddite tendencies. That said, I DO use Google Reader to keep up with Kukla’s Korner, my favorite hockey blog. KK is a collective blog and the folks there write a LOT about hockey, oftentimes about teams I couldn’t care less about (like the Coyotes. and nearly EVERY team in the Eastern Conference). So it makes sense to use a reader in this case… I can skip the stuff that’s essentially meaningless and read what really matters, i.e., things about the Beloved Wings.

All the foregoing is a long-winded introduction to a minor shock I received before I was fully caffeinated this morning. I was absent-mindedly scrolling down through the KK feed while the coffee was brewing when I came across an item that surprised the living HELL out of me: a link to a post written by a Certain Someone I used to know. THIS was a serious “WTF?” moment! KK is linking to this Certain Someone? KK… the hockey blog? Linking to someone who doesn’t give two hoots in Hell about hockey and never did? I didn’t believe my eyes.

And well I shouldn’t have. This Certain Someone created a blog about two years ago (or so) but never posted anything. I put the blog link in my RSS feed… just in case. Certain Someone began writing recently and I just noticed that today. The fact Certain Someone’s blog is in my RSS reader didn’t occur to me until I was well into KK’s second page, thinking… “where the Hell is that post?” Then I remembered I’d added Certain Someone’s link to my RSS reader. And felt really stupid. Doh!

Today’s lesson: NEVER try to do anything… no matter how mundane it may be… until your caffeine levels are stabilized and restored to normal.

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Today’s public link to stuff I’m putting up at Facebook: Mo'Sickles Past and Present. A collection of 23 photos of motorcycles I’ve known and loved over the years… just as the title would indicate, strangely enough. Literal ‘R’ Us. If you think I’m using Facebook like other people use Flickr… you’re right. Facebook doesn’t give you the option to view photos in other than the one size you’re given, and that’s a drawback. Sorta like what Ol’ Henry said about the Model T: “You can have any color you want, as long as it’s black.” I know: get a Flickr account. But remember: Luddite tendencies.

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Have you noticed? I’ve been off politics of late. I’m just sick to death of it, generally speaking. My Tribe isn’t doing anything significant these days and really doesn’t have much of an opportunity to do anything significant anyway, what with Dubya on his way out the door and the GOP being in the minority in Congress. That said… I enjoyed Dubya’s Farewell Speech last evening.

There is legitimate debate about many of these decisions. But there can be little debate about the results. America has gone more than seven years without another terrorist attack on our soil. This is a tribute to those who toil night and day to keep us safe -- law enforcement officers, intelligence analysts, homeland security and diplomatic personnel, and the men and women of the United States Armed Forces.

Our nation is blessed to have citizens who volunteer to defend us in this time of danger. I have cherished meeting these selfless patriots and their families. And America owes you a debt of gratitude. And to all our men and women in uniform listening tonight: There has been no higher honor than serving as your Commander-in-Chief.

[…]

Like all who have held this office before me, I have experienced setbacks. There are things I would do differently if given the chance. Yet I've always acted with the best interests of our country in mind. I have followed my conscience and done what I thought was right. You may not agree with some of the tough decisions I have made. But I hope you can agree that I was willing to make the tough decisions.

Agreed, Mr. President. I hope your successor has but half the conscientiousness and dedication to principles you’ve displayed during your time in office. It takes a BIG man to disregard the folks who “go with the flow” and do the right thing, in spite of what other people might think. And that’s the main reason I worry about your successor. It remains an open question: “Will he do the right thing?” I don't get warm and fuzzy feelings when I mull that question over in my mind...

I'll miss ya, Mr. President. Godspeed.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Philosophy

Being the basically shallow person I am (and one who NEVER tires of that “Annie Hall” reference)… I tend to agree with Edie Brickell when she says sings “Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box/walk on a slippery rock.” That said… I found this quiz interesting. And since the Quiz Results code appears to be broken, I took a screen-shot of my results, rather than attempt to paste broken code into this post. You’ll note we're in a dead heat when it comes to our philosophical alignment:

I’m a lil bit confused as to why “Justice” isn’t triumphant over “Hedonism” in the percentage rankings, even though the narrative is aligned properly. That's because of the way I answered this:

Tie Breaker

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. [X]

Pleasure should play a central role in our lives.

But, yeah. We ARE a bit hedonistic. More than a bit, actually, and there ain't a THING wrong with that. We're also big, big fans of “truth, justice, and the American Way” in these parts, as well. The two ain't exactly mutually exclusive. As for being 45% apathetic... Who gives a shit?

Here’s another one, which purports to tell you which of the leading philosophers you are most in alignment with:

Well, OK… I’ll buy that. The oh-so-brief narrative anyway. Except for the bit about the world following logic and common sense, what with precious little of either being immediately apparent to MY eyes these days.

Oh… and Edie’s song? “Embedding disabled by request.” But you can refresh your memory here, if the spirit moves ya. Good tune.

h/t for the quizzes: Phil at The Archer Pelican, by way of comments made by Doc at various places, including right here at EIP.

Facebook

Some of you Gentle Readers already know I bit the bullet, swallowed my Luddite tendencies whole, and created a Facebook account. My initial impressions? It's fun... BUT. The interface is about as clunky as it gets. The Help files... such as they are... are more opaque than the writings of any 18th century philosopher you'd care to name. But I'm surprised at the number of folks I know that are on Facebook: literally tons of 'em.

And it's addictive, which is synomonous with fun. I just pulled an unintended all-nighter... the finishing touch of which was putting up
a photo album of 20 (selected) pics I took in Arches National Park towards the end of 2007's Great Mid-Life Crisis Mo'sickle Trip (which was chronicled in these pages in May and June of 2007). Stuff like this:

All y'all who've been along for the ride since Spring of 2007 have already seen this stuff, or most of it, anyhoo. There may be some new-to-you shots at the link. And those of you who've stumbled upon EIP in the past year or so probably haven't seen any of it.

I'm rambling now. Must sleep...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Yet MORE Blatant Thievery

Stolen from a comment by Joan of Argghh at Lex's place... a visual aid for those concerned about the fiscal effects of the latest round of bail-outs, which begins with the dimensions of a single dollar bill and progresses to this:


And moves to this, with a few intermediate stops:

And ends with an illustration of what a stack of one-dollar bills totaling $315 billion looks like. Now multiply that by THREE and you have the approximate size of the "stimulus" The One is proposing. Where the HELL is all that money gonna come from? I'm thinking the Chinese just may have had enough of this shi'ite... defined as our profligate ways... so my question remains: "Where's it gonna come from?"

This fiscal irresponsibility is rapidly becoming the ONE thing that scares the livin' BeJeezus out of me... more so than the threat of terrorism. And it's a self-inflicted wound.

Starters

Some amazing stuff here: 40 Amazing 3D Fractals Using Apophysis. Like this:

And you really should click for larger, as the color and detail in this image are just amazing. As are all the other images at the link. This particular image was created by someone who goes by the nom de plume of “mynameishalo” and was taken from deviantART. There’s other great stuff there, as well, but it was the fractal images that rang my bell.

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Apropos of nothing… I found this in comments to a post at Lex’s place yesterday:

Your comment is awaiting moderation. This is often because you appear to be a first-time contributor to our community, a voluntary association that prides itself on civility and intelligent discourse. If you’ve ladled your comment with gratuitous profanity, egregious inanity or pugnacious stupidity, do not be surprised if it doesn’t make the moderation cut: Although heterodoxy of opinion is welcome, life’s too short to wrestle with pigs. Unless of course the siteowner chooses to make sport of you, which is admittedly well within the realm of the possible. Otherwise, welcome aboard!

One of Lex’s regulars, who isn’t accustomed to the indignity of comment moderation,* posted the quoted moderation message as part of a “WTF?” comment. I’d never seen the moderation message before myself, given I’m also a regular. But… having posted comments at Lex’s place from off-site locations (read as: hotels), I’m fairly certain he employs some sort of IP address-based filtering system.

But this newest message? Just dead on perfect. Lex is serious about the collegiality in his comments section, and his blog is one of the few places on these here inter-tubes where one can discuss a difference of opinion at length, as long as one obeys the rules. But… if you’re dumb enough to ignore basic civility in your comments, then rest assured Lex will “make sport of you.” And believe me: you don’t want Cap’n Lex to do that. Oh no, My Precious… you doesn’t.

* Let’s say this about that: I hate comment moderation. I believe there is but ONE good reason for it, that reason being if one is being stalked and/or one’s blog is frequented by an egregious troll or trolls who just won’t give up. Same difference, in other words, and a LOT of military or mil-support blogs get this sort of incredibly offensive traffic. Some blogging platforms don’t support “banning,” and comment moderation is the only way out in this case. But… if you’re NOT being stalked or haunted by trolls, comment moderation says but one thing to me: control freak. And I’m not particularly fond of control freaks.

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And finally... My Thrill of the Day, if not the century. Enter the following phrase in Google's search box... exactly as typed: "oh shit oh dear" +Tom Robbins ... and hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button. Report back...

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

T-Weeds, Part Deux

Forgive me, Gentle Reader, but I remain amazed and mystified at the tumbleweed collection amassed just outside my door. Thus a few more pics now that it's warmed up considerably and the coffee's been consumed. I NEVER go out without being fully caffeinated, ya know.

That meter box on the pole is about four feet off the ground. The last image (a close-up of one of the offending buggers) illustrates why cleaning these things up ain't so easy, even with thick work gloves. Being as how tumbleweeds are thistles by definition they are RIFE with stickers. And the damned things get in your clothes, yadda, yadda. Obnoxious vegetation, if there ever was such a thing.

Philosophical Commentary... In Song



The opening shot across the bow... concerning American beer... is well-taken, even though I'd heard it before (long ago and far away, whilst living in Ol' Blighty). Aussies have little, if ANY, grounds to criticize our beer, tho. I mean... Foster's? C'mon...

But... it ain't about the beer, ya know. It's the comment on the Thinkers of the Ages that's pretty danged funny. That and the shots taken at El-Eh.

h/t: Barry.

They're Coming to Take Me Away...

An outlander could be forgiven for thinking this is some sort of alien invasion; we're only 93 miles from Roswell, after all. And: "whatever made us think they'd come in spaceships?" From my kitchen window, mere minutes ago:


This year's tumbleweed crop is impressive... and I've never seen anything like this in the six years I've been docked in Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park. The grounds are overrun with these damned things. And yeah, I could take better shots if I were outside... but I just got up and haven't gotten dressed yet. Besides that, it's cold outside and I've just poured my first cup.

Priorities, Gentle Reader. Priorities.

(ed: I added the alien stuff after I first posted. I wasn't completely awake yet.)

Monday, January 12, 2009

In Today's Mail

"Dear Mike,

Don't hold your breath, Buddy. I appreciate the spiffy membership card and all that, but My Tribe has been a serious disappointment of late. I'm beginning to believe you guys couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the directions were on the heel. But thanks for postage-paid return envelope you included with the beg. That was a nice touch.

Love,
Norman"

Linkage

Blog-Bud Lou and daughter Jess did a getaway to San Antonio recently... and Jesse has posted photos of that trip... in four installments. There's some seriously good photography on display here... such as this:

Go check it out... I guarantee you'll NOT be disappointed. Bonus: margaritas! And lots of 'em!

Another Useless Mélange

A lot of folks don’t see any redeeming qualities in Twitter. At all. I didn’t either at first, but I’m beginning to realize Twitter’s value is all in whom one follows. No deep-diving analysis is forthcoming, as I’m basically a shallow person with few well-formed ideas, opinions, or arguments on/about anything. Nope… my simple observations are these:

(1)
Twitter is great for keeping up with folks whose blogs you read. Sort of real-time mini blog updates.

(2) There are obvious “friends and family” aspects.

(3)
Twitter is sort of like hanging out at the bar and overhearing fragments of conversations. Stuff like this:

Lileks: So Friends can turn into Fans on Facebook? Is there a premium level where they turn into Loyal Subjects, or is that just for Saudi royalty?

I found that uproariously funny! But then again… I just told you I’m basically a shallow person*.

Now. Shall we talk about Facebook? I find that concept to be totally without redeeming qualities. But, Hey! Who am I to argue with 100 million people?

*(second graf, fourth sentence)

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Department of Stupid Associations and The Paths We Follow While Surfing: I started reading all of Amazon's One-Star reviews on “Annie Hall” as a result of searching for that “shallow” link above. And I found this:

I guess I've always resisted watching this movie because it was awarded the Oscar for Best Picture over "Star Wars." That, and I really don't like Woody Allen.

What? Can this BE? The movie that spawned an entire subculture of (pardon!) slavish devotees who will queue for days… in Princess Leia drag or worse… outside a theatre before the latest “Star Wars” re-flog is shown? A movie that has single-handedly kept the Halloween Costume Industry in the black for over three decades (and… toys!) lost to a sappy introverted comedy about the demise of a neurotic New York City schmuck’s love affair? Say it ain’t so!

It’s so.

I take back all the bad shit I’ve said in the past about the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences and its members, just for that one act of purity, truth, and justice back in 1977. Well… some of it, anyway. Hardly any of it, actually. They still suck.

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I guess The One will just have to make do with Dubya’s hand-me-downs, as Dubya did with the Big Dog’s, etc., etc.:

Looking for a New Air Force One: The Air Force has launched an effort to find the next fixed-wing aircraft to serve as primary Presidential transport, replacing the Boeing VC-25s that have flown US Presidents since 1990. The VC-25, based on Boeing's 747-200, is approaching the end of its 30-year design life, and, with commercial versions leaving airline service, the cost for parts and maintenance has increased. According to a Jan. 7 sources sought announcement, the Air Force conducted an analysis of alternatives, vying the cost of maintaining the current aircraft against buying a new one, and found that "replacing the VC-25 was the most cost-effective option." The new Air Force One, like its predecessor, will be a highly modified commercial wide-body aircraft that USAF expects to see delivered—complete with communications, interior, and aerial refueling capability modifications—in Fiscal 2017, followed by a second and third aircraft in two year increments. The Wright-Patterson AFB, Ohio-based Aeronautical Systems Center, which is managing the Presidential Aircraft Recapitalization program, expects industry responses to its contractor capability survey by Jan. 28.

From the January 12th edition of the Air Force Associations’ Daily Report newsletter. I think the current Air Force One is pretty danged cool as it is. But there is that life-cycle thing to consider. Which, of course, is true in other areas. Most especially other areas.

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Now get back to work. You’re paying for my retirement, ya know, and while I can overlook a little blog surfing on company time, enough’s enough. Keep that productivity up — my livelihood depends on YOU! And while we’re at it… thanks for the raise, guys! That was really nice of ya!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Point, Counterpoint

Yeah... it's one of those "Jane, you ignorant slut!" kinda things. Doubtless all y'all have seen this:

I received the above twice in e-mail and saw it on at least two of my Daily Reads, either directly or as linkage. Well... a counterpoint has begun circulating that you may or may not have seen... "not" being much more likely, given as how Popular Opinion isn't exactly "in synch" with this:

And more's the pity.

(h/t: Via e-mail from My Buddy Greg in Detroit, who just happens to be an engineer with GM)

Saturday, January 10, 2009

"Awards," a Lil Hockey, and a Lil Kultur

From the inimitable David Burge…

You May Already Be a Winner

Ah, January... when all the world's abuzz about the awards and nominees, and the nominators who nominate them, and the awarders who award them. Not to mention the inevitable celebrity feuds, catty backstabbing and shameless studio campaigns that provide another rich layer of drama to the spectacle. The Oscars? Of course not! I'm talking about the most coveted media prize on the planet: the Bloggie Award Thingy.

Unfortunately, there is a dark side to the Awards Week glitter of Pixeltown. For every winner of Best Canadian Pet Grooming Site, or Best Mid-Low-Major Blog With Moon in Scorpio, there will be millions of losers. After the gift baskets are distributed and the red carpet rolled up, you will find these broken souls in a private VIP booth at the Viper Club, face-down in mountain of cocaine, angrily muttering about the injustice of it all.

I hear you, tortured blogosphere artists. But take heart, for The International Center for Extreme Internet Excellence has just named your site as 2008 International Blog of the Year!

As a token of this prestigious honor, please accept this distinctive genuine synthetic golden jpeg proclaiming your site's historic achievement. Feel free to proudly display on your sidebar, print out as a handsome medallion, or perhaps tattoo it on your neck. And, as an official inductee into this elite club of winners, you have been officially deputized by the ICEIE to regift this fabulous award to any other blogger you deem worthy. You have been entrusted with an awesome power, so please exercise responsibly.

Hey! Cool! That’s me he’s talking about, Gentle Reader! Woo-hoo! (/sarcasm)

But, all kidding aside, Mr. Burge touches upon a subject that is near and dear to my curmudgeonly heart. By that I mean all these blog awards bestowed by one blogger on another… or five others, if not more. The award in question is always some sort of home-grown badge that proclaims to the world that you, Dear Blogger, are “Kreativ,” “Excellent,” a “Best Friend Forever,” you’re “Really, Really NICE!” or some such. Don’t get me wrong: I appreciate recognition as much as the next guy or gal (proof of which resides in my sidebar). But a mention (link) in the body of a post, including me on your blog-roll, or some such thing is entirely adequate. Unless you happen to the owner of some sort of blogging award determined by reader votes or some sort of panel or the like. In other words… the major league awards (Heh. Fat chance EIP has there.). An Instalanche would nice, too. Just once… but we digress.

But spare me the cutesy Photoshop creations. I don’t want to seem like The Mom of All Ingrates (or whatever the male equivalent is)… I just think it’s silly. And I’m simply not in to “silly.” YMMV, of course. And that’s OK with me.

Just one more digression and then we’ll MoveOn. OTOH… there’s a distinct lack of certain awards in the ‘sphere, as this commenter at IowaHawk notes:

It's all well and good to create awards for internationally established bloggers, but what about an award for those too lazy to create/host/maintain a blog of their own, but are skillful in dumbing the work of others down in the Comments section? We need a Blog Commenters award, dammit.

Most Annoying Troll
Most Posts while Intoxicated
Most Fearful of Punctuation
Greatest inability to use adverbs
Most dreadful fatality while posting a comment

I shall now nominate myself as Longest Post on this Thread with no Apparent Reason Other than to Amuse Myself.

Heh. I agree completely. I just might create a Blog Award in the highlighted category, as misuse of punctuation and general abuse of the Mother Tongue is one of my minor hot-buttons. I’m such a pedant in this space… always have been, always will be. But you know I won’t create that award for “Creative Punctuation Use,” Gentle Reader. Coz I’m just too nice, even though I don’t have one single badge proclaiming that fact to the world. So misuse the English language to your heart’s content. And please don’t remind me of my “comma problem” or my inability to write a simple declarative sentence. We’re working on those.

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Realignment talk:

Scott Burnside: Funny how your memories of our events together often vary dramatically from mine, or from reality in general. But you are right, my friend. When you see compelling games like the Flyers-Caps tilt the other night, it makes you pine for more. It brings us to the question of realignment, which pops up every now and then, and will likely continue to do so as we discuss the future of franchises in Phoenix, Atlanta and Nashville, among others.

The assumption has long been if the NHL ever gets to a point where it is serious about realigning the conferences, the first order of business will be to move Detroit into the Eastern Conference, which would set up some interesting rivalry possibilities with Toronto, Buffalo and Ottawa.

LeBrun: Scotty, I wouldn't be so sure about moving Detroit. I think Chicago, among others, would have serious issues with that. While I agree it's never made any sense to have the Wings in the Western Conference, the Original Six tie to the Blackhawks would be tough to break up. But this topic made me dig up one of my old notes from December 2006, when the NHL last floated realignment to its governors.

It’s just talk, though, albeit among two very knowledgeable hockey writers. I favor a realignment that puts Detroit in the East, because it’s ALL about the travel. Anyone who’s done any amount of business traveling knows it’s a bitch… a real bitch. Your body clock gets disrupted, you don’t sleep in your own bed, and you eat mediocre food… at best. I suspect it’s the same sort of situation for professional sports teams, even those with their own airplane. But… travel is especially onerous during the playoff run, and MOST especially for the Wings… whose likely opponents during the second and subsequent playoff rounds (Ins’hAllah!) are ALL on the West Coast… or way the Hell up in Alberta. The best Detroit can hope for in the current conference alignment (in terms of travel) would be early playoff series against Chicago, St. Louis, or Nashville. It’s still a long flight from Hockeytown to places like Dallas… never mind El Aay.

But… if Detroit were in the East the worst case scenario would involve travel to Florida (not much chance of that, given the pathetic state of both the Panthers and Lightning) or Carolina (fat chance, yet again). Otherwise? Montreal, Boston, Washington, Philly, Pittsburgh… all pieces of travel cake compared to shuttling back and forth to, say, Anaheim. And think of the renewed rivalry between Detroit and Toronto… not to mention the other Original Six teams in the East. Yeah, it would be sad to see the renewed rivalry between the Hawks and the Wings die on the vine and I’d most certainly miss watching the Wings beat up on Colorado. But we’ve made our point as far as the Avs go, and it’ll be years before that formerly proud franchise returns to something resembling its glory days. (Sorry, Andy… but it’s true.)

So… yeah. Speaking strictly from a Detroit perspective, the NHL should seriously consider realigning the conferences. It would be also good for the game all the way ‘round, methinks.

More hockey talk… Eric Duhatschek of the Globe and Mail gives us his mid-season review, the guys at SI do the same.

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Today’s Pics: A few shots taken at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, back at the turn of the century. The first two shots were taken in the Contemporary Gallery, the other two were taken in the statuary garden, including one of YrHmblScrb… who doesn’t know a whole helluva lot about art but definitely knows what he likes… examples of which abounded in the statuary garden.

More on my day at the MFAH here. The MFAH official web site is here. (The usual disclaimers/notices apply... such as "first-generation digital pics - apologies" and click to embiggen.)

Friday, January 09, 2009

An Interesting Site...

... for political junkies. This site features political logos from US elections... all the way back to 1960. The rest of you may disregard, if you ain't all that political.

I found images such as the one above to be interesting memory joggers. Not ALL the memories were good ones, tho. It really hurt to see that damned McGovern logo from 1972 (which I oh-so-proudly displayed on my rear bumper, back in the day)... among others.

More Blatant Thievery

Stolen from a commenter at Daphne's place... oh-so-real social comment on men being sick (1:25):



Yeah... like that. Well, it used to be like that. These days we suffer alone and in silence when we're ill. Can I get a "poor BABY?"

(I'm not sick, btw. Just sayin'.) (and there's more rilly cool vids at the link [ed: clarification... there are more cool vids at the YouTube site where these came from, NOT at Daphne's place. Sorry for the confusion, if any.]... follow any link titled "Man Stroke Woman" and you will be mightily entertained! Some of 'em are pretty racy but I like that in short films, ya know. YMMV.)

Update: Oh, my. I have a feeling I'm gonna be here for a LOT more than just a while. Does this ring a bell, Gentle Reader? I'll not indulge in self-incrimination, but... (1:25)



Heh. I have a couple o' tee shirts that look an awful lot like this one.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Awaiting the Kick-Off...


... to the BCS Championship Game on Fox. I've been on the fence as far as who I'll root for... right up until now. But I've made up my mind:

Go GATORS!

Apropos of Nothing, Part X

I counted. This is the tenth "Apropos of Nothing" titled post I've put up. But we digress, as is our wont. I'm just in from another mid-winter Happy Hour, the soundtrack to which was provided by Pandora. Here's one such tune from this afternoon's soundtrack:



I loves me some early Fleetwood Mac, particularly the Peter Green years. Those of you who know me know I'm a big fan of Da Blooze in all its permutations, but particularly from those Brit-bands of the late '60s and early to mid-'70s, who did SO much to advance the genre in America. But, all that said, Fleetwood Mac's later stuff (from which this tune comes) is as good as any of their work, and this tune is better than most. It ain't Da Blooze, but it sure as Hell is good music. O! The memories this particular song invokes... but let's not go there. Let's just enjoy.

Just Another Placeholder

Was it yesterday or the day before that I mentioned I might post a pic of that War Trophy, as displayed here in El Casa Móvil De Pennington? Well might turned into will... as in "will post."

The top shot was taken with with the SLR; the second with the grab-shot camera. Both pics were taken from the same place and shot with available light, which is to say with the flash disabled. And please... no comments from the peanut gallery on my housekeeping, or lack of same. I did make my bed in honor of the occasion. But that was it... and more than likely will remain "it" for the rest of the day.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Didja Miss the Skyscrapers? Didja Miss the Long Freeways?

I think I can let the cat out of the bag now...



I had an e-mail conversation with SN1 just after 0100 hrs this morning. He was in Baltimore, with his flight home scheduled for an 0530 departure. I was cautioned not to tell Erma (my DIL) as his arrival was gonna be a surprise. One assumes he should be home safely by now.

Welcome home, Buck. We're ALL so glad you're "livin' in the USA" again! And thanks.

Playing For Change

Lotsa video here at EIP lately. Here's another:

I first saw the video above… or one very much like it, and a lot more… on PBS’ Bill Moyers Journal. Here’s an excerpt from the “Playing For Change” piece on Moyers’ site:

October 24, 2008

Bill Moyers sits down with Mark Johnson, the producer of a remarkable documentary about the simple but transformative power of music: PLAYING FOR CHANGE: PEACE THROUGH MUSIC. The film brings together musicians from around the world — blues singers in a waterlogged New Orleans, chamber groups in Moscow, a South African choir — to collaborate on songs familiar and new, in the effort to foster a new, greater understanding of our commonality.

Johnson traveled around the globe and recorded tracks for such classics as "Stand By Me" and Bob Marley's "One World" — creating a new mix in which essentially the performers are all performing together — worlds apart. Often recording with just battery-powered equipment, Johnson found musicians on street corners or in small clubs and they would in turn gather their friends and colleagues — in all, they recorded over 100 musicians from Tibet to Zimbabwe.

And for those of you Gentle Readers who just might be raising an eyebrow because I’m linking Moonbat Extraordinaire Moyers… remember that ol’ saw about stopped clocks being right twice a day. I’ve mentioned at least once before that Friday night is Moonbat Night here at El Casa Móvil De Pennington, wherein I watch “Now” and “Bill Moyers Journal. I hit the mute button on my teevee quite often during Moyers’ shows… better than half the time, actually… but he does have socially-redeemable content occasionally. The “Playing For Change” piece is one such example.

Good, innit?

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Just About THE Coolest Present, Ever

Checked my snail mail a few minutes ago... and a couple of packages from SN1 were in my box, including the following:

Along with a United States flag, obviously. I have precious little wall space here in El Casa Móvil De Pennington upon which to hang something, anything. But you can bet yore boots this cert WILL be framed and hung... somewhere. (As ever: click for larger)

The Difference Between Women and Men




And on an ENTIRELY different note... (3:21)



That's the BEST "Year In Review" I've ever seen. Bar none.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Holeee Crap!

If these are the...
Honorable Mentions: Bill Ayers, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, Juan Cole, Kent Conrad, The Daily Kos, Bill Delahunt, Glenn Greenwald, Alcee Hastings, Christopher Hitchens, The Huffington Post, Jesse Jackson, Jesse Jackson Jr. Caroline Kennedy, John Kerry, Ezra Klein, The L.A. Times, Mike Malloy, Rachel Maddow, Michael Moore, MoveOn, Michael Newdow, The New York Times, Michelle Obama, Rosie O'Donnell, Keith Olbermann, Michael Pfleger, Ted Rall, Bill Richardson, Randi Rhodes, Al Sharpton, Cindy Sheehan, Ted Turner, Oprah Winfrey, Jeremiah Wright, Matthew Yglesias
Then who makes the cut for the "20 Most Annoying Liberals of 2008?" Well, you'll just have to go read to find out, wontcha? And no... The One ain't The One on this list. But he IS in the top ten...

Be Careful Out There...

...especially with your passwords. From CNET News:

CNN anchor Rick Sanchez is one of the most popular users on microblogging service Twitter, with nearly 40,000 followers and a Twitterholic rank in the top 20. Unfortunately for Sanchez, it looks like he fell victim to the phishing scam that has been plaguing the popular service for several days now.

In a "tweet" that has since been deleted, Sanchez's account displayed the message "i am high on crack right now might not be coming into work today"--and we're pretty sure that did not come from Sanchez himself. He has now posted a response tweet explaining that his account was hacked.

Over the weekend, reports began to surface that there was a password-stealing phishing scam making the rounds on Twitter. Disguising itself as a private message that led to a fake Twitter log-in screen, the scam was widespread enough for Twitter to put a warning message on all members' home pages alerting them of the issue.

Why did so many people fall for it? Well, the fake Twitter log-in screen looked pretty darn authentic.
Heh. That's pretty danged funny, when ya get right down to it... but hacking someone's account is no laughing matter. I hope none of my Twitter-buds fell for this.

Bleah

Or blech. Or blah. Whatever. I've made the rounds and it seems like a lot of the folks who write my Daily Reads are still celebrating the holidays... and by that I mean they haven't posted much yet this year. Not all of 'em, mind you, just a lot.

I'm finding myself with the same sort of mind-set this morning. I don't wanna talk about The War. I don't wanna talk about The One. I don't wanna talk about The Weather, other than to say "Baby, It's Cold Outside." And maybe hum a few bars from the tune of the same name.

So... here it is nearly noon and no post is on the horizon... what to do? Re-run, that's what. This piece kinda-sorta ties in with one of those jobs I listed a couple of weeks ago in my Work post. See if you can guess which one (Christina!).

Weird Scenes Inside the Gold Mine

Love Street

Angeles City, Philippines. October, 1975 2:20 a.m.

The street below is dead quiet, even though it's the main drag just outside the gate of Clark AB. It’s long past curfew; the bars closed over two hours ago and there are no people in the street, none whatsoever. Curfew. Martial law.

The air is warm and humid, just under 80 degrees. My body has a light sheen of sweat, but it's a clean sweat with a faint odor of hotel-bathroom Ivory. There’s a half-moon overhead, obscured more often than not by fast moving low clouds. It will rain twice before I go back inside.

This is the second-story balcony of the Happy Chicks Bar, a small space with three chairs, a couple of low tables and room for four people, if you push it. The balcony’s enclosed by a low wooden railing that’s about waist-level, there’s a sloping roof overhead. There are lights out here, but they’re not on…moonlight is all we have. The woman and I are the only people on the balcony at this hour.

We’re also buck-naked.

I’m in a papa-san chair, the cotton-cushioned rattan chairs that are everywhere here. The chairs are large enough for close friends to sit comfortably together, and so we are. I’m semi-reclining, legs crossed, feet stretched out and resting on the balcony railing. She’s on her side, facing me, one leg underneath my legs, the other bent and lying over my upper legs. Her head is nestled on my shoulder, her arm lies on my chest. I adjust my position to nuzzle her hair momentarily, then drain the San Miguel I brought out with me. We've been out here for perhaps 20 minutes.

“You want another one beer?”

“Sure”

She disentangles herself, gets up, wraps a towel around her slight body, and disappears through the French doors into the dark hallway. Three minutes later she’s back with a tray holding my beer, a coke, an ashtray, and our smokes. I take my feet off the rail as she lights two cigarettes and hands one to me. I move over, turning on my side as she drops the towel on the side table and climbs back into the chair, placing the ashtray between us. She sits there, cross-legged, smoking, slowly looking me up and down. Every so often she reaches out and lightly, ever-so-lightly, touches my chest, my arm. Our eyes meet when she does that. We smile.

We’re mostly silent; her English isn’t too good, my Pilipino is non-existent. But we communicate, oh my yes, we DO communicate. At least an hour goes by, punctuated by occasional smokes, light touches, and caresses.

“We go back my room?”

I smile and nod.

She puts the empties, the ashtray and our smokes on the tray, re-wraps herself in the towel, picks up the tray with one hand and takes my hand with the other. I follow her back inside and down the hallway to her room.

There’s light in the sky before we sleep.

(not her)

Didja get it, Gentle Reader? (No pun...)

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Sparkling... In a Manner of Speaking

From an e-mail conversation with a friend yesterday:

I've been watching the Israel/Hamas conflict as well but have refrained from posting/commenting on it, other than that oh-so-short acknowledgment I posted a few days back. Perhaps I'll jump into the blogosphere discussion now that Israel has launched its invasion. I have no idea what your politics are these days (strange, eh?), but these two articles from Mark Steyn and Victor Davis Hanson pretty much reflect my views... Hanson's in particular.

I'm simply appalled at the fact our Lefty friends, both here and in other parts of the world, choose to side with a genocidal terrorist political entity who's "on the record" as rejecting Israel's right to exist, thinks suicide bombing is a morally acceptable tactic, and whose militias hide behind civilians. The Left's support for Hamas (generally speaking; there are exceptions) is baffling, if not mind-boggling.

There’s another reason I’ve not posted on this subject, as well: there’s nothing to argue about in this spacenothing at ALL. Israel’s response to Hamas’ prolonged aggression is as pure an act of self-defense as there could possibly be. I most definitely should express my support for Israel from time to time, but I don’t think any of the whining about Israel’s “disproportional response*”, the “humanitarian crisis” (bullshit, plain and simple), or any other such drivel merits discussion or comment. We’ve seen this movie before… too damned many times, in fact. Hamas asked for this latest episode of “As The Mid-East Turns Burns;” I sincerely hope they enjoy what they’re getting.

Let’s address the unsaid question I’ve left hanging out there, lest you think I’m totally heartless. Do I have any sympathy at all for the innocents? Some, but not a whole helluva lot. The people of Gaza would do well to remember one of democracy’s truisms: “elections have consequences.” You (Gazans) knew what you were getting when you voted for Hamas… so don’t blame Israel when they come looking for the rocketeers. Think before you vote next time… if you get a next time. And think on that other old saying about living, dying, and swords.

* about which: would A Concerned World prefer Israel just launch 20 or 30 rockets into Gaza City randomly (which is to say into residential areas), on a daily basis? Would that be better? It certainly would be “proportional.”

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Ah. Dunno about you, Gentle Reader, but I sure feel better now. Speaking of feeling better: yesterday we had our second or third Happy Hour of this winter season. We got up to about 65 degrees yesterday, which was warm enough (albeit barely) to sit outside and enjoy a couple of brews and a cigar. We won’t be doing that today, what with a forecasted high of only 45 degrees. Ya takes it as it comes…

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This is scary… real frickin’ scary:

Hundreds of earthquakes have hit Yellowstone National Park, raising fears of a more powerful volcanic eruption.

The earthquake swarm, the biggest in more than 20 years, is being closely monitored by scientists and emergency authorities.

The series of small quakes included three last Friday which measured stronger than magnitude 3.0. The strongest since this latest swarm of quakes began on December 27 was 3.9.

No damage has yet been reported but scientists say this level of activity - there have been more than 500 tremors in the last week - is highly unusual.

[…]

Professor Robert B. Smith, a geophysicist at the University of Utah and one of the leading experts on earthquake and volcanic activity at Yellowstone, said that the swarm was significant.

"It's not business as usual," he said. "This is a large earthquake swarm, and we've recorded several hundred. We are paying careful attention. This is an important sequence."

The last full-scale explosion of the Yellowstone Supervolcano, the Lava Creek eruption which happened approximately 640,000 years ago, ejected about 240 cubic miles of rock and dust into the sky.

I dunno if any of you Gentle Readers happened to see The Discovery Channel/BBC production back in 2005 titled “Supervolcano”… but I did. Which is why I called the above “real frickin’ scary.” An eruption on the scale of that described in the teevee show could really be the end of the world as we know it. There’s good background on Yellowstone’s volcanic activity at the USGS Yellowstone site.

Let us pray.

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The first drop-out

Bill Richardson is withdrawing his nomination to be commerce secretary, FOX News confirmed Sunday.

Richardson, who will remain governor of New Mexico, is facing a federal grand jury investigation into whether he exchanged government contracts for contributions to three Richardson political committees.

Richardson denies any wrongdoing but the investigation won't be finished before he has to go to a Senate confirmation hearing.

Dang. I thought we were rid of Billy. But… there’s always that investigation. We could still be rid of him, Lord Willin’ and the creek don’t rise.

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Today’s Pics: Yesterday I mentioned that I could always post pics of the grand-babies if’n I ever ran out of my own baby pics. Well, then. Here are two such… taken in Birmingham, Michigan on the Fourth of July back in 2000. Anastasia on top, Amanda on the bottom. I realize these two young ladies ain’t exactly grand-babies. As a matter of fact, both young women have babies of their own now. But ya know how it IS, Gentle Reader. They will always be my grand-babies, even if I live long enough to watch ‘em turn 40.

Fat chance.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Well, Yeah

A 30-second commercial from Ford that shocked a few long-dead synapses into firing:



Those dead synapses? Something The Second Mrs. Pennington said to me during our end-game, to wit: "What are you so upset about? You're getting the Vette." True story.

h/t for the ad: The inimitable Chap, who links to a list aggregator... among which is "Top Ten Spec Ads of 2008," from which this ad was taken. The 2008 List of Lists can be a serious time waster if you let it. You are warned.

A Decidedly Mixed Bag

Just one more thing on the Winter Classic before we get back to Business As Usual (immediately below)… the teevee ratings:

Jan. 2 (Bloomberg) -- The Detroit Red Wings’ 6-4 win over the Chicago Blackhawks yesterday at Wrigley Field topped last year’s National Hockey League outdoor game by 12 percent in preliminary television ratings.

The game at the home of baseball’s Chicago Cubs was the third annual outdoor contest and had an overnight rating of 2.9, according to Nielsen Media Research. That tops the 2.6 rating for last year’s match in snowy Buffalo, New York, between the Sabres and the Pittsburgh Penguins, which had the biggest television audience for an NHL game since 1996.

[…]

Ratings points are the percentage of the estimated 111.3 million U.S. households with televisions that watched the broadcast. Preliminary local ratings were 11.8 in Chicago and 10.5 in Detroit, according to Nielsen data.

OK… it ain’t the Sooper-Dooper Bowl. But the ratings are pretty good, considering hockey still isn’t viewed as a “mainstream” sport in these United States. Hopefully… some day… in my lifetime… {insert Big Ol’ Smiley-face thingie here}

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More Fun with Site Meter… an occasional feature we do here at EIP when all else fails.

In the “Taken With a Grain O’ Salt” Dept:

Location
Continent: North America
Country
: United States
State
: West Virginia
City
: Wheeling

Referring URL: http://answers.yahoo...ard of portales%2CNM
Search Engine: answers.yahoo.com
Search Words: has anyone ever heard of portales,nm

Well, only about 50,000 folks in the local area, give or take a couple. But, Hey! We’re hayseeds, so I suppose that doesn’t qualify us in the “anyone” category. We could have just as easily described this hit as “consider the source.” But we didn’t.

OTOH… this is a legit question:

Location
Continent : North America
Country
: United States
Lat/Long
: 38, -97 (Map)
Distance
: 438 miles

Referring URL: http://search.comcas...3F&cat=Web&con=betaa
Search Engine: search.comcast.net
Search Words: is alexandra steele of the weather channel back from maternity leave yet?

I didn’t know Ms. Steele was with child. Turns out she most definitely was Now the question is… if Alexandra was due in October, why isn’t she back at work? Did she fall victim to NBC’s cost-cutting ax? If the answer to my last is “yes,” then it’s yet another reason to avoid NBC. Except for hockey.

As noted elsewhere, we got a LOT of these the past week:

Location
Continent : North America
Country
: United States
State
: Hawaii
City
: Honolulu

Referring URL: http://images.google...nUS302US302%26sa%3DN
Search Engine: images.google.com
Search Words: obama, beach

My only question: OK, you’re in Hawaii… why didn’t you hit the beach and go see for yourownself?

I had another one recently that I cannot find, for the life of me. And it ain’t coz I didn’t look… because I did. This one asked a simple question: “should I wear a pea coat even though I have a beer belly?” I’ll spare you my witty retorts, Gentle Reader. Besides that… I don’t have tangible proof this visit actually happened, ya know. And we’re fairly conscientious about this proof thing here at EIP. Be that as it may… I really should have cut ‘n’ pasted that one into an ongoing Site Meter Oddities file. Alas, I have no such document… but I will start one today. Some of this stuff is just too good to let slide.

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In which I find myself in complete agreement with one of the Left’s Leading Lights… and that would be while reading Jonathan Chait’s piece in The New Republic titled “In Which Bowl Games Deliver Me Into the Hands of the Far Left.” Excerpts:

Several days of watching college football bowl games have left me with a fresh resentment for corporate America. It's the bowl sponsorship arrangement. I could accept it when the Sugar Bowl became the Nokia Sugar Bowl and the Orange Bowl became the FedEx Orange Bowl. I was even able to swallow hard and live with it when the smaller bowls lost their non-corporate identity altogether, as when the Outback Hall of Fame Bowl has simply become the Outback Bowl.

But what really gets me is the obligatory CEO interview. At every one of these games, the announcers must take five minutes to speak with the CEO of the sponsoring company. He is treated as a visiting patron, prodded to share his interest in the community that sparked his sponsorship decision. Often he will share his Business Philosophy as his interlocuters (sic) gaze on in wonder. Of course it takes place during the action so nobody can flip away without missing some plays. And then -- this is what really burns me -- they thank him for sponsoring the game, as if the game wouldn;t (sic) be happening without his beneficience (sic).

(cranky-old-man-rant mode) Hell Yes!! I’ll go even further in that I hated it when all the bowl games became The Corporate America Bowl, V 1.0, 2.0, 3.0, etc., etc., ad nauseum. I’m as big a corporate booster as the next guy and probably more than most. But there ARE limits and our cultural institutions should have been out of bounds for this sort of thing. You can go ahead and rename every damned stadium or arena in America for all I care… but the names of the bowl games themselves should have been left alone! (/cranky-old-man-rant mode)

Mr. Chait has a dandy of a closing line and one that can’t be quoted out of context while still having the line work. I’d have to post Mr. Chait’s entire article and I wouldn’t do that, ya know. The whole piece is only four paragraphs and I’ve quoted one a half already… so take 15 seconds and go read. You’ll get a good laugh, I promise you. Unless you happen to be a Marxist.

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Today’s Pic… We haven’t posted any gratuitous baby photos in quite a while. But don’t think we’ve run out, Gentle Reader. Oh no. Hell, no! There be tons of that stuff here at El Casa Móvil De Pennington. And in the unlikely event we run out of pics of our own, there are always the grandbabies*. And the GREAT-grandbabies, too*. We digress.

Back to the pic: SN3 in Former Happy Days. Perinton, NY, April 1998.

*(About which: if an astute person reads between the lines correctly, is no more than a thinly-veiled comment on the absolute dearth of said pics in my in-box.)

Friday, January 02, 2009

I'm Still Buzzing

The Chicago Blackhawks, left and the Detroit Red Wings make their way onto the ice before the NHL Winter Classic held at Wrigley Field in Chicago, Thursday, Jan 1, 2009. (ANDRE JACKSON/DFP)

In the Mixed Metaphor Department… from ESPN:

CHICAGO -- Going, going, gone. Home run. Touch 'em all, NHL.

Forgive the obvious baseball allusion, but from the cool retro uniforms worn by the Detroit Red Wings and Chicago Blackhawks, to the 40,818 fans bundled up and jammed into venerable Wrigley Field belting out the national anthem en masse, to the old-style black fedoras sported by the Detroit coaching staff, to the wildly entertaining game itself, the 2009 Winter Classic was another red-letter day for the league.

For the second straight year, the NHL has taken its game outdoors, and this success at Wrigley virtually guarantees the Winter Classic will become an annual event and the National Hockey League will carve its own place on the sporting calendar with its Jan. 1 hockey lovefest.

Yup… what Mr. Burnside said. To say the Winter Classic was “wildly entertaining” is something of an understatement, as well. You had your home team staking a claim with a 3-1 lead at the end of the first period. You had the visitors storming into the lead with three unanswered goals in the second period. You had power play goals aplenty, a couple o' few entertaining scrums (but no fights) and at least one highlight reel goal that wowed the crowd, regardless of where their sympathies lay. The ice was good, the weather cooperative (for Chicago), and everyone was simply IN to the game… players, fans, and the media. Here are some highlights, courtesy of ESPN:

I think doing the Winter Classic as an annual event is a no-brainer, with certain reservations. The outdoor game obviously won’t fly in certain NHL cities, like Tampa, LA, San Jose, or wherever the Hell in Carolina it is the Hurricanes play. And there are some rather cryptic comments in Mr. Burnside’s article about the NHL not going to Canada for the Winter Classic… “for the time being.” What’s up with that? Toronto or Montreal would be “naturals,” IMHO… as both cities are home to Original Six teams and both are within easy driving distance of major NHL markets such as Boston, New York, and Detroit, among others. And the weather obviously wouldn’t be a problem in Calgary or Edmonton, although attendance might be light, as it takes a little doing to get to either of the latter cities.

As for me? I think the next Winter Classic should be played at Fenway… especially given the resurgent nature of the Bees. Fenway has all the “magic” of Wrigley Field in the historical sense and there are great rivalries to pick and choose from when selecting an opponent for the Bees. My second choice would be Yankee Stadium… for many of the same reasons I just cited, minus the history of the venue.

More Winter Classic hoopla here, here, and here…the last of which is one of those oh-so-very-cool 360-degree panorama shots of Wrigley Field, shot from the upper stands. View that photo full-screen and it’s almost like being there.

And finally... would that the Rose Bowl were as exciting as the Winter Classic. I marveled at the contrast between beautiful, sunny Pasadena and cold, windy Chicago (is this a great country, or what?) in the opening minutes of the Rose Bowl telecast and was MOST certainly wowed by the B-2 flyover. It was all downhill from there, tho. The best bits about the Rose Bowl were over before the game even began. I fell asleep at the half...

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Just so you don’t think we’re all hockey, all the time…even though we most certainly ARE, come the playoffs… here’s some inter-tube goodness, via a Tweet from Lileks:

THE 100-YEAR-OLD PHOTO BLOG

Shorpy.com | History in HD is a vintage photography blog featuring thousands of high-definition images from the 1850s to 1950s. The site is named after Shorpy Higginbotham, a teenage coal miner who lived 100 years ago.

And…

About the Photos

Most of the photos on this site were extracted from reference images (high-resolution tiffs, 20 to 200 megabytes in size) from the Library of Congress research archive. (To query the database click here.) Most were digitized by LOC contractors using a Sinar studio back. They are adjusted by your webmaster for contrast and color before being downsized and turned into the jpegs you see here.

This blog is SO good that Lileks is a mere contributor, even though I use the adjective “mere” advisedly. Note the first blurb above says “high-definition images.” If you don’t believe a 100-year old photo could qualify for that description, then you really need to go have a look at the site. Good stuff be there.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Game On!


The 'Hawks and Da Wings just skated on to the ice at Wrigley... and the National Anthems are being sung, as I type.

Yes!! Go Wings!!

Update: The Navy did the fly-over... in a couple of F-18s. The NAVY? Aiiieee.... (Well, it could have been Jarheads in those jets. They fly F-18s, too.)

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Happy New Year!

I wish you and yours love, health, and peace of mind in the coming year.

Let’s hope 2009 is better than 2008.