The solstice occurs at 1716 hrs GMT today... which is 1016 hrs here on the beautiful High Plains of New Mexico... and that means summer is officially here. Yays! And all that. Today is also the longest day of the year in terms of available sunlight. It's all downhill after today in that particular space (heh. space... geddit?).
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Happy Summer
Monday, June 20, 2011
Yet Another Sign o' the Impending Apocalypse (An Occasional EIP Series)
David McCullough, quoted in the WSJ (in an article about the gentleman):
'We're raising young people who are, by and large, historically illiterate," David McCullough tells me on a recent afternoon in a quiet meeting room at the Boston Public Library. Having lectured at more than 100 colleges and universities over the past 25 years, he says, "I know how much these young people—even at the most esteemed institutions of higher learning—don't know." Slowly, he shakes his head in dismay. "It's shocking."
He's right. This week, the Department of Education released the 2010 National Assessment of Educational Progress, which found that only 12% of high-school seniors have a firm grasp of our nation's history. And consider: Just 2% of those students understand the significance of Brown v. Board of Education.
[...]
Mr. McCullough began worrying about the history gap some 20 years ago, when a college sophomore approached him after an appearance at "a very good university in the Midwest." She thanked him for coming and admitted, "Until I heard your talk this morning, I never realized the original 13 colonies were all on the East Coast." Remembering the incident, Mr. McCullough's snow-white eyebrows curl in pain. "I thought, 'What have we been doing so wrong that this obviously bright young woman could get this far and not know that?'"
Answer: We've been teaching history poorly. And Mr. McCullough wants us to amend our ways.
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Another problem is method. "History is often taught in categories—women's history, African American history, environmental history—so that many of the students have no sense of chronology. They have no idea what followed what."
What's more, many textbooks have become "so politically correct as to be comic. Very minor characters that are currently fashionable are given considerable space, whereas people of major consequence farther back"—such as, say, Thomas Edison—"are given very little space or none at all."
This topic has long been a hot-button here at EIP (yeah, I know: it's but one among many. But that's what geezers DO, Gentle Reader). I'll trot out my objections, rant, rave, and otherwise bemoan the woeful state of the citizenry's historical knowledge every danged time I take one of those current events and/or historical knowledge quizzes, and I've been doing so ever since we created EIP. So, yeah: more o' the same.
That said, I'm SO very grateful that I received a decent high-school education, long before the advent of politically correct textbooks and the proliferation of This-And-That Studies. Dead White Men had a lot of good things to say and I'm MOST grateful that educators of my youth realized that, and for the fact they insisted I learn those things.
Labels:
America,
English,
The Academy (Twits)
In Which We Breathe a BIG-Ass Sigh o' Relief
From redwings.com:
DETROIT – The Red Wings got their man when legendary defenseman Nicklas Lidstrom told team officials last week that he will return for a 20th NHL season.
Terms of Lidstrom’s one-year contract were not finalized before today when the 41-year-old captain and general manager Ken Holland got together in Las Vegas. The Wings' pair is in Vegas for Wednesday’s NHL Award Show, where Lidstrom will learn if he won Norris Trophy for the seventh time in his career. He is also a finalist for the Lady Byng Trophy and the Mark Messier Leadership Award.
[...]
Clearly, the big piece to the puzzle for the Wings was resigning Lidstrom for at least one more year. Last season, he rebounded nicely from a sub-par 2009-10, defying Father Time again, and becoming the first 40-year-old defenseman to score 60-points in an NHL season, and last December, he scored his first and only hat trick of his illustrious NHL career.
[...]
Lidstrom is near the top of every career list in Red Wings franchise history. He is fourth all-time in games played (1,494), and he should likely pass Steve Yzerman (1,514) and Alex Delvecchio (1,549) on that list in 2011-12.It's SO very good to learn Our Captain will return for yet another season. Nothing lasts forever, of course, not even Hall o' Fame careers. It's with that in mind I'm thinkin' this upcoming season prolly will be Lidstrom's last. But wouldn't it be NICE if he went out by skating the Cup around JLA's ice just one more time? I most certainly think so.
Lidstrom is also third among Red Wings’ greats in assists (855); fourth in points (1,108); and ninth in goals (253), which is 12 behind John Ogrodnick.
He leads all active NHL players with an astonishing plus-429 rating.
Letters... We Get Letters... (And MORE Pissin' & Moanin')
One of the greatest things about blogging... mebbe even the BEST thing, aside from the "unburdening"... is the people ya meet and the friends ya make. Every once in a while a total stranger will take the time to write and say nice things and those moments really DO brighten a blogger's day. Like this:
Dear MSgt. Buck,It is a pleasure to write to you for the first time. My name is Michael and I am from Atlanta, GA. The reason I am writing is because I just visited your blog "Exile in Portales" today. It was my first time doing so and I am darn glad I did!! To tell you the truth, I was mucking about on Google searching for cigar-related items and it directed me to your blog. So far I have not had time to read all your postings but hopefully I will soon.I understand you are an Air Force vet and that your sons are in the "family business." One of my uncles served in Vietnam with the Army and my granduncle was in the Pacific during WWII so my colors run deep. I just want to say "thanks" for serving our country and I truly mean it.Now back to cigars -- I am a fellow cigar man myself and have done so for eleven years. My granduncle loved cigars and when he visited my late aunt he would always have one in his mouth. I finally had my first one when I was eighteen and so far I LOVE it!! Every time I have a good cigar I always think of him.Thank you for your attention and I wish you a good day.
Isn't that nice? (And I've been known to accept bribes, too)
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Now about that "unburdening"... there's this from an exchange I just had with an Occasional Correspondent:
I'd take a day or three of your rain and so would everyone here on THPoNM. We are drier than dry and lost another 45K acres to wildfires this weekend. It's getting beyond obnoxious.
On Mon, Jun 20, 2011 at 9:54 AM, (Occasional Correspondent) wrote:
(me, quoted) Happy Monday! I'm ready to kill someone or break something... the damned wind, like that dog, just won't QUIT. Note: (snipped)You just made me really laugh. Out loud. I’d almost trade you some wind for the rain that Just Will Not Stop. I think I’m starting to grow webs between my toes.
I exaggerated the size of this weekend's fire... it was only 25K acres. From our local rag:
Officials estimate a fire Saturday on the Curry and Quay county line burned 20,000 to 25,000 acres.
Karen Burns with the Clovis Fire Department said the number is a rough estimate and officials will get a better figure in daylight.
Five structures were burned but there were no injuries, she said, with 22 fire departments fighting the blaze from Curry, Quay and Roosevelt counties and West Texas.
[...]
While the blaze was at its peak, with vortexes that rose as high as 40 feet, Jones said officials closed State Roads 268, which runs north of Melrose, and 288 which runs east and west to intersect with State Road 209.
Still, 20~25K acres and a home or two ain't no small potatoes. We continue to labor under these same conditions today, i.e., high winds, high temps, and low humidity...
(CNJ staff photo: Sharna Johnson)
Labels:
Blogging,
Ma Nature Is a Bitch
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Just For the Record
A Slow Blogging Day, Saved By E-Mail
Feral Cats
We have a cat problem here at Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park... exacerbated, in part, by clue-free asshats who leave the lids on the community dumpsters open after depositing their trash, which turns said dumpsters into a VERY popular and well-attended cat soup kitchen. I've been startled out of my shoes by cat explosions when approaching the dumpsters to drop off my trash... and I'm talking sumthin' on the order of 25 or so of the damned things, all bolting pell-mell out of the dumpster and into my face or thereabouts. It can be unnerving, to say the very least.
It looks like our cat population has increased by at least four recently. I've been entertained by this small cat-clan... momma and four kittens... these last three nights while sitting out on the verandah during After Dinner Whiskey Hour and I have to admit: they are cute lil buggers. I didn't have my camera at the ready until tonight and true to form our resident kittens decided NOT to cavort in my general vicinity, opting instead to hang around the neighbor's premises. Yet I still managed to get a couple o' few shots.
One adventurous kitteh decided to scope me out from the safety of the tree, about ten feet from me.
I won't think they're so damned cute the first time the family jumps into my face at the dumpsters.
Update, later that same day: Someone's been hangin' around BLHTP's dumpsters.
Heh. OK, no more cats. This post contains EIP's entire lifetime supply.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Customer Service
Just in from the local likker locker (Alliteration Я Us) where the following transpired...
20-Sumthin' Cashier: Hello!Sigh. One of the downsides of small-town livin', I suppose. Just as an aside: the Cannon Class VI is no better, if not worse, as far as selection goes. I see internet liquor purchases in my near future, even tho I managed to score a nice 12-year-old Glenmorangie.
YrHmblScrb: Hiya! Where are yer single malts?
20-SC: Right here. (Takes me to the beer cooler and points out the Country Club, Schlitz Malt Liquor, etc.)
YrHmblScrb: Ummm... no. Whiskeys.
20-SC: (Leads me to the bourbon rack.) Here.
YrHmblScrb: Ummm, no, again. Scotch.
20-SC: Oh. Here. (Shelving full of Johnny Walker, Cutty, Chivas, etc., and five lonely single-malt brands, none of which are older than 12)
20-SC: I've never had Scotch... izzit good?
YrHmblScrb: Would I be buyin' it if it wasn't?
Labels:
Booze,
Get Off My Lawn
Dang
From the NWS in ABQ:
West to southwest winds will increase today across New Mexico and moreso on Sunday. Sustained speeds on Sunday will range from 20 to 35 mph with gusts up to 50 mph. These winds are in response to an upper level system that will track across the central rockies. The strongest winds each day will be located over the west central and Southwest Mountains as well as areas along and east of the Central Mountain chain.This shit is gettin' OLD. It's way beyond "old" but I don't have words at my command to express just how annoying and obnoxious this situation really is.
The unseasonably strong winds will combine with critically dry and very warm to hot conditions across the region. Even some near record warmth may occur throughout the southeast plains on Sunday. Extreme fire weather conditions will develop statewide today and linger into the evening hours... then redevelop and potentially be more dangerous on Sunday. The threat may persist into Monday for the eastern plains of New Mexico where windy conditions are likely again.
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Meanwhile... in Boston:
There were over a million people at the parade, according to what I read at the usual (hockey) source.
Friday, June 17, 2011
In Which We Deviate From Our Normal Practice
Frequent EIP readers may have noted our tendency to provide favorable reviews on the contents of our humidor, what with us never having published a single solitary "this cigar sucks!" sorta review of anything, ever. Well all that comes to a screeching halt today. I've had the opportunity to sample not one but two 5 Vegas Gold Maduros over the past couple o' weeks and I'm of the opinion this cigar should be avoided at all costs. My issues? Just two...
- This cigar is poorly constructed. Both sticks I sampled burned unevenly and required numerous touch-ups, including cutting off unburned portions of the cigars... both cigars... and repeated re-lights during the process of smoking them down to a nub.
- The taste is rough, biting, and abrasive... above and beyond that of a "full-flavored" body one normally expects from a maduro. "Rough" is actually bein' quite kind... the taste and mouth-feel is more like what one would expect from a smoking session hosted by the CIA in a dank cell somewhere at a Polish rendition site. The cigar burned my mouth and left a rough feeling in my nose, both of which are unacceptable. That's torture, to put it bluntly.
I guess ya gotta expect losses every once in a while, and this would be one of those. It's entirely possible I received two examples from a bad batch of these sticks, but a negative two-out-of-two experience would lead me to think otherwise. YMMV, Gentle Reader (and cigar smoker).
I mentioned somewhere in the recent past that we're conducting an experiment of sorts, what with us storing a small quantity of Acid Deep Dish cigars to see if they actually get better with age, as I've read. I pulled one of those sticks out of the humidor today and smoked it while enjoying our first two beers out on the verandah. The bottom line? There's no noticeable difference. The cigar remains one of my favorites... it's tasty, well-constructed, and smoother than smooth. But aging... in this case a mere six months... doesn't seem to improve the smoke. Mebbe I need to buy a new box of Deep Dishes and smoke two of these back-to-back... one aged, one new... but my superficial experience reveals no marked improvement by aging the sticks. We'll continue the experiment and save a few up to the one-year point. Stay tuned.
Oh, What the Hell... Might as Well
Today is the day "something happened" 33 years ago and it's a day full of wistful, self-pitying remembrances of Former Happy Happy Days. Which is sorta like throwing Napoleon a "Welcome Home!" party on his return from Moscow or your average German celebrating the fall of the Reichstag in 1945. Sumthin' like that.
I tell myself "let this shit GO" every damned year. Why I'm unable to do so remains an open question.
Labels:
Former Happy Days,
Photos - Photography
Odds and Ends
Tim Thomas, Zdeno Chara, and Patrice Bergeron on the Today Show:
Via the usual (hockey) source, where it was noted "Geez, a full two minutes for Tim Thomas, Zdeno Chara and Patrice Begeron (sic) to talk about winning the Cup. Wonder how much time they would get if the NHL wasn’t on NBC?"
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This photo made the Puffington Host and appeared in my e-mail twice yesterday:
My first reaction was "nice P-Shop." Turns out I'm way too cynical, the photo is indeed real. Here's the back-story. (h/t: Deb)
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From the (other) usual source:
An End to RPA Incentive Pay?: House defense appropriators funded assignment incentive pay for remotely piloted aircraft operators at Creech AFB, Nev., only for the first quarter of Fiscal 2012, according to the report accompanying the House version of next year's defense spending bill. They said this mark is consistent with the Defense Secretary leaning towards not extending this pay beyond December 31 "without substantive and compelling econometric analysis to validate continuation." Since July 2008, Creech-based RPA personnel have been eligible to receive $300 per month for the first 36 months and $750 per month for service beyond that under this initiative. This pay was meant to offset the base's high operations tempo, austere location, and limited infrastructure. However, the House legislators wrote that conditions at the base have since improved, with new facilities constructed. (HAC report; caution, large file.)
For those of you Gentle Readers who don't know... those "RPA operators" at Creech are the guys and gals who fly the Predators, Reapers, and other RPAs over Afghanistan, Iraq, and various other garden spots on the surface of the globe.
That incentive pay amounts to a nice chunk o' change, especially if you happen to be in that job for over three years. Just for grins and giggles... assume you're a rated (pilot) captain (O-3) with over four years of service and you've been flying Reapers (breakin' things and killin' people what needs killin') for over three years. Losing that incentive pay knocks 9,000 Yankee Dollars off your annual income of approximately $85,632.00. Would you be upset? I sure would...
Thursday, June 16, 2011
A Few Minutes Ago...
A pastel sunset...
That's just as it came out of the camera and is pretty close to reality as I saw it... and it's the best of about 30 shots I took.
While I was standing outside I looked up and grabbed this:
That's a refueling exercise with a C-130 and a KC-135. This is just a grab shot; I was shooting the sunset with my 50mm lens and cursed myself for not having the telephoto mounted on the camera. You don't see this sorta thang very often unless you're in the bid'niz.
Labels:
Photos - Photography,
USAF
Another Great HNIC End-of-Season Tribute
Some of these scenes are painful... unless you're a Bruins fan. Coz there's only ONE Stanley Cup champion.
Heh
Well, hockey season is over and the way things are going it looks like we may not have a pro football season... not that I'd give a big rat's ass, personally. But a lot of folks are gonna suffer if the NFL cancels its season. Enter an Occasional Correspondent, who sends along the following...
Since September 11, 2001, Americans have come together as never before in our generation. We have banded together to overcome adversity. We have weathered direct attacks on our own soil, wars overseas, corporate/government scandal, layoffs, unemployment, stock price plunges, droughts, fires, mad cow, SARS, high gasoline prices, and a myriad of economic and physical disasters both great and small. But now, we must come together once again to overcome our greatest challenge yet.
Hundreds of Professional Football players in our very own nation are going to be locked out, living at well below the seven-figure salary level. And as if that weren't bad enough they could be deprived of their life giving pay for several months, possibly longer, as a result of the upcoming lockout situation. But you can help!
For only $27,080 a month, about $902.75 a day (that's less than the cost of a large screen projection TV) you can help an NFL player remain economically viable during his time of need. This contribution by no means solves the problem as it barely covers the annual minimum salary, but it's a start, and every little bit will help!
Although $900 may not seem like a lot of money to you, to a football player it could mean the difference between spending the lockout golfing in Florida or on a Mediterranean cruise. For you, nine hundred dollars is nothing more than a month's rent, a mortgage payment, or a month of medical insurance, but to a football player, $900 will partially replace his daily salary.
Your commitment of less than $900 a day will enable a player to buy that home entertainment center, trade in the year-old Lexus for a new Ferrari, or enjoy a weekend in Rio.
HOW WILL I KNOW I'M HELPING?
Each month, you will receive a complete financial report on the player you sponsor. Detailed information about his stocks, bonds, 401(k), real estate, and other investment holdings will be mailed to your home. Plus, upon signing up for this program, you will receive an unsigned photo of the player lounging during the lockout on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean (for a signed photo, please include an additional $150). Put the photo on your refrigerator to remind you of other peoples' suffering.
HOW WILL HE KNOW I'M HELPING?
Your NFL player will be told that he has a SPECIAL FRIEND who just wants to help in a time of need. Although the player won't know your name, he will be able to make collect calls to your home via a special operator in case additional funds are needed for unforeseen expenses.Remember, a lifestyle is a horrible thing to waste...---------------------------------------------------------
YES, I WANT TO HELP!
I would like to sponsor a locked out NFL player. My preference is (check below):
[ ] Offense [ ] Defense [ ] Special Teams [ ] Entire team
Please charge the account listed below $902.75 per day for the duration of the lockout. Please send me a picture of the player and my very own Roger Goodell (NFL Commissioner) pin to wear proudly on my hat (include $80 for hat).
Your Name: ____________________Telephone Number: ___________________Account Number: __________________Exp.Date:_______
[ ] MasterCard [ ] Visa [ ] American Express [ ] OtherSignature: _______________________
Alternate card (when the primary card exceeds its credit limit):
Account Number: _______________________ Exp.Date:_______[ ] MasterCard [ ] Visa [ ] American Express [ ] OtherSignature: ______________________p.s. If you have a little extra, please enclose for the cheerleaders. Contrary to public opinion, cheerleaders are people too.
Heh. I can help a cheerleader out by givin' her a place to sleep. Coz I'm good like that.
Somewhat Out of the Ordinary
Here it is... just after 0900 hrs as we type... and we're workin' on our last cup after returning home from a re-supply mission out to Wally-World. There are a couple o' few reasons we caught the early bus today, first and foremost among them is we went down early last evening. More importantly, though, is the fact it's gonna be HOT today and we don't relish the thought of going shopping in the mid-afternoon heat. Especially when it looks like this:
And then there's this...
Vancouver residents awoke Thursday to the aftermath of the city's worst riot in decades, facing a massive cleanup and questions about how the mob fury came to be unleashed after the Canucks lost Game 7 of the Stanley Cup final to the Boston Bruins.That's just a gotdamned shame. There's much more at the link.
City crews and glass repair companies were still working to repair the smashed windows of about a dozen businesses targeted by rioters and looters in the downtown core as the sun rose over the city early Thursday morning.
Labels:
Culcha,
Foreign Affairs,
WX
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Anxiously Awaiting...
... the start of tonight's Game Seven of the Stanley Cup Finals, which is still two and a half hours away, as we speak. But we are suitably attired for the event after rummaging through our vintage tee shirt collection. See?
I'm fresh out of Bruins paraphernalia and would never even consider buying Canucks stuff, so this is as good as it gets. You will forgive me, no?
So what's all the brouhaha about, Gentle Reader? Just this...
Some Game 7s are like a bridge wired to blow, and the tension builds and billows and flares until, the next thing you know, you’re white-knuckling your armchair. And some Game 7s are like a bridge that collapses, and the losing team is suddenly grasping at air, wishing they could just start over, reset the clock, and just get one more chance to get it right.
But the whole point of a Game 7 is that you get one chance, and one chance only. The Boston Bruins have faced this scenario twice in these Stanley Cup playoffs; the Vancouver Canucks found themselves on the precipice once. Both these teams went to overtime in Game 7 in the first round, meaning they were a bounce from the void. But that bounce never came, and Wednesday night, they will play the last game of the season, with the whole of the season on the line.
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And while every game in Boston has been a rout — 8-1, 4-0, 5-2 — every game in Vancouver has been a one-goal tightrope, with the Canucks scoring the winning goals with 18.5 seconds left to break a scoreless tie in Game 1, 11 seconds into overtime in Game 2, and early in the third period to mark another clean scoresheet in Game 5. If those games were any indication, this Game 7 will have a lot of fans on both sides of the aisle feeling, for most of the game, like they are going to vomit.The "whole of the season on the line"... and it don't get much better than this, Gentle Reader, impending nausea or no. You can bet I'll be on the edge of my seat when the puck drops in a lil over two and a half hours' time... and I'm likely to stay there for the next two hours or so.
Update, 1845 hrs: We're off to a good start... Boston 1, Vancouver 0 on Patrice Bergeron's fifth goal of these playoffs (at 14:37 of the first). The team that's scored first has won each and every game of this series. History is bein' made!
Let's go, Bruins!
Update, 1935: 2-0 Boston... on the seldom-successful wrap-around by Brad Marchand. One more and Luuuu is gone. COOL.
Update, 1945: Bergeron gets a shorty... 3-0, Boston. The goal is under review as I type but I think it will stand.
Update, 2041: It's all over. Vancouver pulled Luongo for the extra skater with around 3:30 left in the third. Bad move. Marchand shot one in an almost-empty net and it's 4-0 Boston. The only semi-mystery is who gets the Conn Smythe but that's no mystery at all. Tim Thomas, hands down.
Update, last: Your Conn Smythe winner:
Only 110 more days 'til hockey season!
There Are Exceptions
It's a well-known fact to EIP's Occasional Readers that I'm less than enamored with cats. Most of the time. Then there's this...
(h/t: The Mayor)
Labels:
Humor?,
Sex and Wimmen
What a Shame...
From the (other) usual source:
Fire Destroys Flying Fortress: The crew of Liberty Belle, a vintage B-17G Flying Fortress operated by the Liberty Foundation of Tulsa, Okla., declared an in-flight emergency after a fire broke out onboard the bomber aircraft shortly after takeoff from Aurora Municipal Airport, Ill. They skillfully executed a forced landing in a field near Oswego, Ill., during Monday's incident, safely offloading the seven volunteers and crew aboard the aircraft. However, after coming to a stop, the fire, which reportedly began in one of the aircraft's engines, spread and burned through the fuselage, destroying the historic aircraft. Officials are investigating the fire's cause, reported the Chicago Tribune. Built in 1944, Liberty Belle flew 64 combat missions over Europe during World War II while assigned to the 390th Bomb Group. It returned to flight in 2004, following 15 years of restoration. (See also Britain's Daily Mail report.) (Liberty Foundation website)
From the Daily Mail link:
The crash scene
In Former Happy Days
There are more photos at the Daily Mail. It's a wonder the crew and passengers made it out, given the severity of the fire. That's a good thing. The loss of an irreplaceable historic airframe? That's much more than a shame... it's a Crying Shame.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
eHarmony Fail
Sumthin' tells me we wouldn't get along. Dunno why... it's just sumthin'. But Hey! The chick has 6,667,926 views, so it must be ME.
Source: Viral Vids.
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