Wednesday, July 09, 2014

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

In keeping with the post immediately below this one...



That's from the "Live at Fillmore East" album and features Duane playin' some absolutely INCENDIARY slide guitar.  My favorite Allman Bros track, evah.

"Put your hands together..."

Want

This:


But at nearly 68 Yankee Dollars?  I'll pass.  Still and even, this IS tempting, very tempting.  The ad copy on Amazon:
One of the best live albums of all time is about to get considerably better. The Allman Brothers Band's cornerstone LP, At Fillmore East, compiled from the four sets recorded on the weekend of March 12-13, 1971, has been expanded, stretching over six CDs with fifteen unreleased tracks. Additionally, The 1971 Fillmore East Recordings contains the complete June 27 performance during the iconic venue-s final weekend, after the band was handpicked by impresario Bill Graham to headline closing night. The 1971 Fillmore East Recordings captures the most inspired improvisational rock unit ever at the peak of their prodigious powers, blazing their way through extended instrumental elaborations, so taut and virtuosic, that the crowds that packed the Fillmore East on those memorable nights were utterly transfixed. When it came to live performance, no other band could touch the Allmans.

'The 1971 Fillmore East Recordings' includes 37 tracks, 15 previously unreleased and a 36 page booklet with extended liner notes and never-before-seen images of the Fillmore concerts. 
Correction: "Live at Fillmore East" isn't "one of the best live albums of all time," it's THE best live album of all time.  Nothing else comes close.  Except for this, mebbe.

"Even a Stopped Clock..."

"... is right twice a day."  Or so said Mom.  Here's evidence of that theory in action:

President Barack Obama plays a game of pool with Colorado Gov. John Hickenlooper, right, at a pub in Denver  July 8, 2014. (Jewel Samad / AFP/Getty Images)

Well, there ya go: playing pool and drinkin' serious beer (as opposed to that yellow fizzy stuff).  Also, from that link above, this:
Obama got to take in a little Denver flavor. Obama's motorcade drove by a sign reading "Free weed for Obama" in the city's LoDo neighborhood. Marijuana became legal in Colorado in January.
No word if the motorcade stopped.  I'll bet it was hard for the former leader of the Choom Gang to pass that up.

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

Classic rock?  Uh, no.  The Siegel-Schwall Band.


I`ve always been careful
Where I bedded down.
Last night I thought I scored an angel
And I woke up with a circus clown.
It might have been love sweet love
That made me so blind
Or it might have been plain old lust
But I think it was the wine.
My Daddy said a couple of beers are OK
But that wine is just no good.
It`ll make you do things you shouldn`t
And forget the things you should.
Daddy was RIGHT.   A couple o' glasses o' wine are good with dinner, but as a staple in an all-night drink-fest?  Not even.  Go ahead... ask me how I know.  Better yet, just re-read the lyrics snippet above.  We have tee shirts...

Data Drives EVERYTHING...

... even the music you listen to*.  I found this article at FiveThirtyEight fascinating: "Why Classic Rock Isn't What It Used To Be."  Here are a couple of screen caps from said article:



Who knew there was such a large variation in regional choices?  Not me.  I'm not in step with the author of this study when it comes to Tampa, mainly coz I loves me my Stones, Eagles, and Fleetwood Mac (the EARLY Mac, NOT the Buckingham/Nicks abomination).  If I had to pick a city on the second list to stay the Hell out of it would be KC coz I make no truck with the likes of Boston, Rush, and Lynyrd Skynyrd.

The article also delves into how the streaming music services define "classic rock," which is pretty much the same way the broadcasters do.  Very interesting stuff, all the way around.

* This assumes you actually listen to Classic Rock on the radio or a streaming service.  As for me?  I don't.  Thank The Deity At Hand for XM, Pandora, and meTunes Radio; if I want Classic Rock I'll drag it out of my collection.

Monday, July 07, 2014

More Plane Pr0n...

... of the scary - VERY scary - sort:



Yow!

But No Meatballs

Interesting plane pr0n from the Usual USAF Source...
Fighter Smorgasbord

Air Frame: A formation of US Air Force and Royal Malaysian Air Force aircraft, including an F-15 Eagle from the 131st Fighter Squadron at Barnes ANGB, Mass., an RMAF SU-30MKM Flanker, a USAF F-22 Raptor from the 154th Wing at JB Pearl Harbor-Hickam, Hawaii, an RMAF MIG-29N Fulcrum, a BAE Hawk, and an RMAF F/A-18 Hornet fly over Penang, Malaysia, during Cope Taufan 14 on June 18, 2014. Cope Taufan is a biennial large force employment exercise, which took place June 9-20. It was the Raptor's first time participating in an South East Asian international exercise. (Air Force photo by TSgt. Jason Robertson) (click to embiggen)
The original photo is very large and Blogger resizes the photos you post to some arbitrary size limit, which is less than half the size of the original in this particular case.  To get the full effect of the shot, view the image at the "Usual USAF Source" link, click on "view current column" in the right sidebar.  Here's an original size detail from the photo:


Click to embiggen, of course.  I don't know if that's a Flanker or a Fulcrum (they're both very similar) next to the Raptor, but the shot sure gives you an ideer of the Raptor's competition (flown by Commies, of course) if the balloon ever goes up.

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

Humble Pie...


Gonna be a lot of slow walkin'
Gonna be a lot of sad talkin'
Gonna be a lot of flowers bringin'
It’s gonna be a lot of bells ringin’.

Over you, child, over you, now
Over you, pretty baby, if I ever hear you say we're through.

Gonna be people dressed in black
For a long black Cadillac
Gonna be a lot of bells ringin’
It’s gonna be a lot of sad singin’.

Over you, over you, child
Over you, pretty baby, if I ever hear you say we're through.
Which just goes to show even a mediocre band can produce good stuff.  It ain't all "30 Days In the Hole," now... izzit?

Apropos o' not much... I seriously considered the action described in this song in the not-too-distant wayback.  All that stopped me was the knowledge I wouldn't do well in prison, bein' the small guy I am.  Wait.  No, it was my ethics... Yeah, that's what it was.  Right and wrong, and all that.

BS



I tried that this very morning... it doesn't work.  I'm still old.  But I DID manage to get out of bed... so much for the day's first obstacle.

Saturday, July 05, 2014

What's For Dinner, Buck?

Home-made red chile tamales!

Out of the nuker and before peeling

Peeled, smothered in El Pinto Green Chile Sauce, and ready to devour
When it comes to culinary delights, there ain't much in life that's better than home-made tamales.  Mmmm-mmm-mmm!

DIL Erma's sister Sulie stopped by the day before yesterday and dropped off a dozen of these beauties, relieving me of evening kitchen duties for three or four days.  Well, cooking duties, I should say.  We still had to make a salad and pour our beer. 

Life's been Hell since the maid quit, but kindly relatives help ease the pain and the inconvenience.

Saturday: Fireworks!

I hope your Fourth of July fireworks display was longer than this...



I was tempted to say "better," above, but shooting them all off at once is pretty danged spectacular.  And short lived.

Speaking of fireworks... there's this:

Fireworks and the Lack o' Same

I miss livin' in Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park once a year, and ONLY once a year... that time bein' the Fourth o' July.  That's mainly because I had a ringside seat for the P-Ville municipal fireworks show, what with El Casa Móvil De Pennington only bein' about 500 yards from Ground Zero, or where the fireworks are shot off.  I'd set up my camp chairs on my car hauler (for elevation, dontcha know), set the camera up on the tripod, pour myself three or four fingers o' Scotland's finest, light a cigar, and marvel.  The results looked a lot like this:

Monday, July 04, 2011


Fireworks

We sat outside in the backyard (or what passes for a backyard, anyhoo) earlier this evening and watched the P-Ville municipal fireworks show, which happens on the grounds of ENMU's athletic fields... about 500 yards behind Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park.  So we have a ringside seat, as it were.  We took pictures, of course, and feel compelled to burden you with them.  Without further ado...


I need a wider angle lens for this sorta stuff.  All of these were shot with my Canon EF 28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS lens, locked down at 28mm, focus set to infinity, f-stops varying between f-11 and f-8, and various exposure times set between one and eight seconds.  Timing is everything when shooting fireworks and these eight shots are the best of the 140 photos I took tonight (I got a lot of black screen pics, due to bein' late on the draw).  Ergo, my success ratio is less than impressive.  All shots are as they came out of the camera, except for being re-sized (all) and cropped (in some cases).
Tonight?  The athletic fields are about a mile away from where I live now and the horizon is obscured by trees... hardly worth the effort.  I watched about the first ten minutes or so and then went back in the house to catch Charlie Rose, which was a lot more entertaining. 
(Sigh)
Last night?  I didn't even bother to go outdoors.

Friday, July 04, 2014

Independence Day

The third iteration of what's become my annual Independence Day post.

Thursday, July 04, 2013

Independence Day

From last year:

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Happy Independence Day!

John Trumbull's Declaration of Independence is a 12-by-18-foot oil-on-canvas painting in the United States Capitol Rotunda that depicts the presentation of the draft of the Declaration of Independence to Congress.  (From The Wiki)

It's been my habit in recent years to publish the Declaration of Independence every Fourth of July, but I'm gonna do sumthin' different this year.  I found this old post from 2007 and it's on topic and on-point for today...
We’re not all of us language-people. But…for those who just might be such a person, I offer “The Stylistic Artistry of the Declaration of Independence.”

The Declaration of Independence is perhaps the most masterfully written state paper of Western civilization. As Moses Coit Tyler noted almost a century ago, no assessment of it can be complete without taking into account its extraordinary merits as a work of political prose style. Although many scholars have recognized those merits, there are surprisingly few sustained studies of the stylistic artistry of the Declaration.(1) This essay seeks to illuminate that artistry by probing the discourse microscopically--at the level of the sentence, phrase, word, and syllable. By approaching the Declaration in this way, we can shed light both on its literary qualities and on its rhetorical power as a work designed to convince a "candid world" that the American colonies were justified in seeking to establish themselves as an independent nation.(2)

[…]

Like the introduction, the next section of the Declaration--usually referred to as the preamble--is universal in tone and scope. It contains no explicit reference to the British- American conflict, but outlines a general philosophy of government that makes revolution justifiable, even meritorious:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

Like the rest of the Declaration, the preamble is "brief, free of verbiage, a model of clear, concise, simple statement."(11) It capsulizes in five sentences--202--words what it took John Locke thousands of words to explain in his Second Treatise of Government. Each word is chosen and placed to achieve maximum impact. Each clause is indispensable to the progression of thought. Each sentence is carefully constructed internally and in relation to what precedes and follows. In its ability to compress complex ideas into a brief, clear statement, the preamble is a paradigm of eighteenth-century Enlightenment prose style, in which purity, simplicity, directness, precision, and, above all, perspicuity were the highest rhetorical and literary virtues. One word follows another with complete inevitability of sound and meaning. Not one word can be moved or replaced without disrupting the balance and harmony of the entire preamble.

I don’t know just how many times I’ve read the Declaration of Independence, but it’s been more than a few. One cannot read the document without a sense of wonder at the magnificence of the words and the way they’re put together. That said, I’ve never read an analysis of the style, thought, and historical/political precedents that went into the composition of the document. This “Stylistic Artistry” essay is one of those rare things one finds on the ‘net: A Keeper. Duly saved in my “Important Stuff” directory.
What I said back then: the essay is a keeper.  Much more at the link.

Have a safe and happy Fourth!
I can't improve on that.
What I said in closing, above.

Thursday, July 03, 2014

Two Crappy Cell Phone Pics, a Lil Social Commentary, and a Lapse In Ethics

So, we're just back in from a run out to Cannon Airplane Patch for to stock the larder and the likker locker... where we saw this:



Childhood obesity?  Why, you'd never know WHY now, would ya?  Reese's for breakfast?  Sure... why the Hell not?

And about that lapse in my ethics...



What I normally drink is on the left and what we'll be drinkin' for the next couple o' few is on the right.  While we were perusing the scotch selection I noticed that the 18-year old Glenlivet was priced the same as the 15-year old stuff.  I did what any red blooded scotch drinker would do in this case and picked up the 18-year.  So, where's the ethical lapse, you ask?  This:  I know and almost any scotch drinker knows the 18-year old Glenlivet was wrongly priced.  Did I tell the cashier or management?  No, I did not.

I should have bought two.  In for a penny, in for a pound.

Some Interesting Stuff In the Overnight Mail

Some rather unique plane pr0n from the Usual USAF Source...
Caged Bird
 Air Frame: Lt. Col. David Elliot, 27th Expeditionary Fighter Squadron commander, climbs into an F-22A Raptor on June 17, 2014, at an undisclosed location in Southwest Asia. (Air Force photo by TSgt. Russ Scalf)

One wonders what the Good Colonel is gonna do when he gets to the top of the ladder and finds someone sitting in HIS seat.

And then there's this from the NYT...


I had NO ideer! (Map with no obstructions and supporting narrative here, subscription may be required)

And then there's this in the "Get It Right, America!" file...


I don't care WHAT the AP sez, it's both easier and expedient to write "BBQ."

Just in case I'm not back before tomorrow...


Have a safe 'n' sane Fourth!

Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Another One o' Those Days...

... which would be the sort o' day where we say "I got nuthin'."  Shoebox can't even come to my rescue today, mainly coz I'd look pretty gay (not that there's anything wrong with THAT) if I posted this.  I thought, ever so briefly, about posting yet another Hillary 'toon but decided not to do so coz I don't want to be part of the problem... said problem bein' Hillary Overload.  I'm already sick of the woman.

I was awakened at oh-dark-thirty this morning by the crash of thunder and lightning... and it was LOUD... as a T-storm moved through the area.  That was at 0518 hrs (I looked at my phone).  I'm tempted to say this sorta thing would really piss me off if I was still working but I can't really say that, mainly coz I would have been on BART at 0518 hrs heading into The City when I was at my last gig.  There's also the fact that once my eyes pop open, for whatever reason, I can't close them again.  I did just that this morning, however, and stayed abed until 1030 hrs.  That's pretty rare.




Related:  It's been raining off and on all morning, which is another rarity but a blessed one.  The temps are in the low 60s which is also a rarity for this time o' year.  We'll take both conditions and LOVE 'em.

In other news... My coffee consumption has been cut by more than half since I bought that Keurig machine.  These days I'll drink two cups... three, at the most... and be done with it.  I used to brew a 10-cup pot BK (that would be "Before Keurig") and drink the whole damned thing.  Not any longer, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing... it just is.  

But there's one bad thing about that machine... this:



That's the portion of my pantry where I store the coffee and you'll note there are four one-pound bags of coffee lurking in there.  I restocked the coffee supply about two days before the old pot went belly-up and now there's all this coffee I don't use.  Don't tell me to buy one of o' those do-it-yourself refillable K-cups, coz that's what that lil red thing is in front of the yellow bag on the right.  I've used that thing exactly twice, mainly coz it's a right royal PITA to fill, especially for that second cup.

I know, I know... First World Problems.  We haz 'em.

Tuesday, July 01, 2014

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

I've always liked this song...


Well a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the
Perfect country and western song because he hadn't said
Anything at all about momma or trains or trucks or prison or gettin' drunk
Well, he fixed that, didn't he?  Apropos o' not much... I can't remember when it was that I became open... really open... to country music but I'm thinkin' it was about the time I bought my first Lyle Lovett album, which would be sometime in the mid- to late-'80s.  The Lyle Lovett station on iTunes is where we heard Mr. Coe today, like this:


As far as me gettin' open to country in the mid-'80s... That's prolly not true if you consider the fact I was into the Grateful Dead in the wayback, and the fact I always loved artists like Emmylou Harris and her peers.  But there was a time when all of us Swells looked down our noses at country music.  The fact you liked "shit-kicking" music just wasn't COOL, yanno?  Ah, but then we grew up.

Hell, I even have a Toby Keith album in my collection now.  The Old Me would find that fact almost incomprehensible if'n ya went back 30 years or so.  Times DO change, most often for the better.

"Until I Met a Man With No Feet*"

So, yesterday we were bitching about the heat.  Which, in retrospect, wasn't half bad compared to this:


Aiiieee!  There's no indication about how humid it was at Skip's place yesterday but that's frickin' HOT, even if it's a dry heat.  I guess my shoes fit pretty well yesterday, by comparison.  And we're even better today, as the weather-guessers promised:


I predict a rather longish and enjoyable Happy Hour today, even if the humidity is up above what we consider usual, customary, and reasonable.

* Don't know what I'm on about?  Go here.

Close Call



Wow.  The slow-motion bit is the scariest part; I missed the flying concrete in real-time.

Monday, June 30, 2014

It's HOT

Well... how hot IS it, Buck?  This hot:



Note the highlighted "Special Statement."  Here's what it sez:



We're about to retire to the verandah to attempt an al fresco Happy Hour and you may rest assured we shall be drinking a few semi-clear fluids (clear but golden!).  Or mebbe we'll have a G&T or two, just to keep within bounds of the recommendation.  Tomorrow looks pretty good, though... our forecast high is only 88.  MUCH better!

Update, 1455 hrs:  I didn't last ten minutes.  There's a slight breeze at the moment and every time that breeze wafted over me was like sitting in front of God's Own Hair Dryer.  I've turned into such a wimp in my old age.

Just Some Stuff

From the Usual USAF Source...
The European Diet Plan

During the 1990s, US Air Forces in Europe supported one combatant command. USAFE was made up of four separate staffs, including headquarters and three numbered air forces. There were 25 main operating bases, at which some 72,000 Air Force personnel were assigned, and a total of 805 aircraft in 34 aircraft squadrons. By comparison, US Air Forces in Europe-Air Forces Africa now supports two combatant commands with one integrated staff, including headquarters and one numbered air force. Instead of 25 main operating bases, there are just six. The number of aircraft assigned to the theater has dropped from 805 to 204 and there are just 10 aircraft squadrons. Lt. Gen. Tom Jones, USAFE-AFAFRICA vice commander, said seeing those stats side-by-side can be "enlightening" to those who may not be aware of the command's full scope of operations. "When I hear talk back in the [United] States, and sometimes in the Pentagon, about bringing things back from Europe, I tell them there is not a lot of Air Force things to bring back," Jones told Air Force Magazine during a briefing at command headquarters at Ramstein AB, Germany, in mid June.
—Amy McCullough
I suppose I served at the right time, which is to say the assignment opportunities over the course of my career were pretty danged good compared to the airmen of today.  OTOH, I can never go home again, coz only three of the bases where I served... Tinker AFB, OK; Keesler AFB, MS; and Yokota AB, Japan... still exist.  All of the other bases/sites were closed long ago.  This also means that 16 of my 22 years were spent at places that no longer exist, if you're keeping score.

And then there's this:



That's a very nice rant, innit?  We're still not watching the tournament but it's like a bad penny... it still keeps coming around, no matter how hard ya try to ignore it.  This tweet is a case in point, seein' as how I'm not on anyone's futbol list.  Twitter sends me a daily summary of "you might have missed this" tweets and the tweet above was part of that.  Thanks, Twitter.  I think.

Finally...



Hula hoops?  They still exist?  Well, yes.  Yes, they do.  And young Rachel is pretty danged good at what she does.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Just Checkin' the Box

That would be the box that sez "post sumthin' every day."  So...


Aiiieee, in a word.  We took our first beer on the verandah but have opted to take our second one indoors.  It's a tad warmish outside.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Apropos o' Not Much

I'm not sure if anyone picked up on the framed photo on SN1's desk when I put up the congratulatory post about his selection to Lt. Col. this past week.  To refresh your memory, I'm talking about the pic below the white arrow on the right:



Here's that same photo, but larger:



The explanation, from an old post:
The top picture was taken sometime before 1991. I know the approximate date because Buck isn't sporting his Gulf War I ribbons. From left to right: Sam, as NROTC cadet; your humble scribe, six or so years post-retirement (and the uniform fit perfectly); and Buck, as a Senior Airman. I hesitate to say Buck, Jr, as he isn't a "junior." "Buck" just happens to be the common nickname given to us both. Buck is the older of the two.
My, how time flies.  SN1 is much closer to 50 than he is to 40 and both sons could retire from their respective services if they had a mind to do so (shorter: both are working for half pay these days).  Makes a body feel OLD, it does.

Saturday: (No Tag Line)

I just could NOT think of a suitable title for this:



It's pretty damned funny, though... "Your grandpa's bobbing for ovaries!"... and well-played.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Broadening Our Horizons LXXXIII

We're thinkin' global and actin' local when it comes to our beer today.  Which means we're drinkin' a Wit Bier, albeit one brewed just up the road in Albuquerque.  Like this:


There are precious few reviews of this beer at the Go-To Guys' place (the Bros are completely absent) and no narrative at all on the first page of reviews I scanned.  So, I found this by goin' further afield.  A quote:
Summer time and a well made wheat beer seem to be nearly a perfect fit for one another as the hot sun creates the desire for something easy to drink that is packed full of refreshing flavors. To create an even brighter feel when drinking their well crafted wheat beer Marble Brewery from Albuquerque New Mexico uses the addition of wildflower honey. Wildflower Wheat uses this special addition along with an ABV of 5.2% to quickly draw drinkers into stages of high anticipation to pour and enjoy every drop as soon as possible.
I'm not quite sure what wildflower honey has over your... wait for it... garden-variety honey, but Hey! Marketing.  Further along these lines... I must not have a very discerning palate, mainly coz I can't taste the honey.  All THAT said, the beer is quite pleasant.  This is my second bottle and it's just perfect for a rather warmish day out on the verandah.  I think I'll put this brew into the regular rotation.

Speakin' about warmish days...


Note the forecast for the next few days.  We might could be driven indoors for Happy Hour on Sunday and Monday.  OTOH, our al fresco After Dinner Whiskey Hour could see a MAJOR extension on those days.

PSA: Lock 'Em Up



Oops.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Congratulations!

SN1's boss gave these to him yesterday...



... saying "All Lt Cols are arrogant bastards*."  Shorter: Buck's on the list (which became public today) for promotion to Lieutenant Colonel.  He prolly won't pin on his new leaves until July of next year, which means he'll have to walk on egg shells for the coming year.  But, Hey!  It's coming!

* I'd be a little bit concerned about that beer's tagline: "You're not worthy."

Sometimes I Think They Do It Just For ME

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Afternoon In the Garden o' Good and Evil, Revisited

I posted this pic last week when the Debbil Flamingos landed at El Casa Inmóvil De Pennington:


Well, now.  Our resident flamingos... not the newly-arrived Debbil flamingos, but our long-time residents... seem to have regained something of their old self:



They must have found some shrimp nearby.

His and Hers

My Buddy Ed In Florida sent this along a while back...



Well, OK... I should have titled the post "Hers and His" based on the precedence of the images.  But ya get the ideer, right?