Where did the white man go wrong?
Indian Chief, "Two Eagles," was asked by a white government
official, "You have observed the white man for 90 years.
You've seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done."
The Chief nodded in agreement.
The official continued, "Considering all these events, in your opinion,
where did the white man go wrong?"
The Chief stared at the government official for over a minute
and then calmly replied. "When white man find land, Indians
running it. No taxes, No debt, Plenty buffalo, plenty beaver,
Clean Water; women did all the work, Medicine man free. Indian man spend
all day hunting and fishing; all night having sex."
Then the chief leaned back and smiled. "Only white man dumb enough
think he improve system like that."
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Made me smile!
In an email from my sister:
Monday, July 23, 2007
Tribute to Wal-Mart--sorta
Here are a couple of songs to get GuyK
and his keeper—I mean-- Sweetthing going.
First we have The Wal-Mart Song
Then the I Hate Wal-Mart song.
and his keeper—I mean-- Sweetthing going.
First we have The Wal-Mart Song
Then the I Hate Wal-Mart song.
Rain. Glorious rain!
It's been terribly dry in the area surrounding the Aerie. Oh, there have been torrential thunderstorms to the north just across the NY-PA border that produced some real gully washers and even hail and there have been a few that have passed to the south of here along the I-80 corridor, but until today only one has drifted over our little patch of land. That storm yielded a mere half inch of precipitation which was about all we have had this month.
Today, however, a gentle soaking rain has moved in from the coast. It started here around noon and is forecast to continue into the evening hours and possibly later. The rain is sorely needed and I can almost hear the trees and plants sighing with relief.
Timing is everything. I had to empty the 500 gallon cistern this morning because of sediment build up due to my attempt to water the lawn last week. Now that it is empty and clean, the long slow process of refilling it has begun. Because the well produces very little water (only about 1/2 gallon per minute) I must draw from it sparingly. I'm running the well pump for just five minutes every hour. By doing so little at a time, the well has ample time to recharge without drawing lots of red clay into the pump's drawing zone (about 20 feet from the bottom of the 140 foot well). When I watered the lawn, I drew too much water out of the well during the hour and a half I had the sprinklers going and red clay got through the 20 micron filter and into the cistern. Things seem to be going as planned after five hours and the cistern is about 1/4 full. In another four or five hours, we'll have half a tank and can begin using the water again, albeit in a very careful manner. By this time tomorrow, if everything continues smoothly, we should have a full cistern again.
The rain will certainly help recharge the ground water and that should also help the well recover from my actions.
UPDATE:DAMN! Just minutes after I posted the optimistic note above, the water coming in turned murky and was filled with particles. I had to pump the cistern out again. It looks like I'll have to go on an different schedule. Maybe just five minutes (about an inch or two in the tank) in the morning, then at noon and again in the evening. It will take several days to refill the cistern that way ut at least we'll be starting with cleaner water.
Today, however, a gentle soaking rain has moved in from the coast. It started here around noon and is forecast to continue into the evening hours and possibly later. The rain is sorely needed and I can almost hear the trees and plants sighing with relief.
Timing is everything. I had to empty the 500 gallon cistern this morning because of sediment build up due to my attempt to water the lawn last week. Now that it is empty and clean, the long slow process of refilling it has begun. Because the well produces very little water (only about 1/2 gallon per minute) I must draw from it sparingly. I'm running the well pump for just five minutes every hour. By doing so little at a time, the well has ample time to recharge without drawing lots of red clay into the pump's drawing zone (about 20 feet from the bottom of the 140 foot well). When I watered the lawn, I drew too much water out of the well during the hour and a half I had the sprinklers going and red clay got through the 20 micron filter and into the cistern. Things seem to be going as planned after five hours and the cistern is about 1/4 full. In another four or five hours, we'll have half a tank and can begin using the water again, albeit in a very careful manner. By this time tomorrow, if everything continues smoothly, we should have a full cistern again.
The rain will certainly help recharge the ground water and that should also help the well recover from my actions.
UPDATE:DAMN! Just minutes after I posted the optimistic note above, the water coming in turned murky and was filled with particles. I had to pump the cistern out again. It looks like I'll have to go on an different schedule. Maybe just five minutes (about an inch or two in the tank) in the morning, then at noon and again in the evening. It will take several days to refill the cistern that way ut at least we'll be starting with cleaner water.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Hogwarts Faculty Member?
While Terry and I traveled to Baltimore to visit Rick, Jessica, dressed appropriately, attended the sale of Harry Potter's latest tale at midnight Friday.
A fine weekend in Baltimore
http://search.cityguide.aol.com/baltimore/bars/kocos-pub/v-102384502/reviews
http://www.kocospub.com/menu.htm
Friday we met Rick at the motel just off I-695 and drove downtown for dinner. I had told him I wanted crab—I mean why else go to Baltimore—and he took us to a little place called Koco’s Pub.
Last year we had stopped at a place on the south side of town that specialized in whole crabs. You bought a half dozen or a dozen and they steamed them with lots of Old Bay seasoning and served them on a bed of salt. Way too much salt for even my taste and I like my chips and pretzels saltier than the Dead Sea! I don’t remember now if I had two or three beers with my dozen crabs but I do remember my lips and tongue tingling for two days afterwards. Koco’s was ten times better!
It’s not a fancy restaurant by any means and parking can be a problem. It’s just a friendly neighborhood tavern with a few tables to serve meals. But what meals! Instead of whole crab, they specialize in crab cakes. Their crab cake platter was served up with fries and cole slaw had one HUGE crab cake the size of a softball and consisting of lump meat that must have come from at least three giant crabs and maybe half a dozen medium sized blue claws. There was virtually no filling of peppers or bread and just enough batter to hold the thing together. Delicious!
If you’re ever in Baltimore and want some great crab cakes, this is the place to go.
After dinner, Rick took us up to Druid Hill Park so we could get a view of the city. Druid Hill is one busy place! Basketball players, joggers, cyclists, tennis players and picnickers were numerous. The view was extensive, but the Inner Harbor was hidden by several small hills.
On Saturday morning we drove down to the Inner Harbor to go to the National Aquarium. (Why does it cost so much to get into the National Aquarium, yet the National Zoo (like all of the Smithsonian exhibits) is free? Perhaps it’s because it is NOT a government run operation. Who owns the land and building, and who directs the Aquarium? )
Inside, we enjoyed the special exhibits of Australia and of the Tropical Rainforest. They have recreated the environments of both areas in walk-through fashion. The Australian exhibit starts with some aboriginal pictographs:
(For those who may be Disc World fans, I didn’t spot any pictographs of kangaroos or wizzards.)
Both exhibits had aviaries where birds were free to fly. The rain forest featured this ham who perched right along the side of the walkway in bright sunlight so you couldn’t miss seeing him.
Taking pictures of fish, turtles or frogs through the glass would have been possible, I suppose, but I didn’t even think to do so. Sorry.
After several hours of watching the fish swim around and around, peering through glass cases to spot the colorful poison arrow frogs, and dodging the birds in the aviaries, we emerged into the bright daylight to walk along the Inner Harbor for a bit.
Lots of people gathered around the outdoor performance area to watch some kind of break dancing display.
Others were renting paddle boats to venture out on the water. The most popular paddle boats were shaped like Dragons. I suppose they were supposed to be Chessie, but they looked more like Champy (from Lake Champlain) to me.
Other folks were just waiting for the water taxi to take them on a tour or to simply cross the Harbor. Or they were enjoying the sunshine and watching the boat traffic which included this sternwheeler.
We stopped at the Tír na nÓg Irish Bar & Grill for lunch. From there, we could overlook all the Inner Harbor activities yet have a quiet glass of ale with our meal.
After lunch we walked back to The Power Plant, home of ESPN Zone, Hard Rock Café and Barnes & Noble. We were looking for some books, so you can guess which of the three we went to.
No, we were not in search of Harry Potter’s latest adventure. I know where I can lay my hands on a copy of that. From a Hogwarts Faculty Member?
Next on our agenda was some more park hopping. First up was Patterson Park to see the most unusual Pagoda. Unfortunately, the building was closed. Apparently it is only open on Sunday. Oh well.
The park area served as a gathering point during the War of 1812 and from the vantage point of Hampstead Hill where the pagoda now stands, folks could allegedly see the glow from the fires of the nation’s capital and the bombardment of Fort McHenry.
From Patterson Park, we drove back through the center of the city and south to Fort McHenry. It was, of course, the bombardment of Fort McHenry in 1814, during the War of 1812, that inspired Francis Scott Key to write the poem, “The Star-Spangled Banner,” that became our National Anthem.
Next up was Federal Hill Park on the south side of the Inner Harbor. Like almost every high point of land, this flat-topped hill served as a strategic lookout during the Revolution and the War of 1812. It was occupied by Federal troops during the Civil War. Their purpose was to ensure Baltimore behaved and remained in the Union. If Baltimore, and the rest of Maryland, succeeded in seceding, Washington, D.C. would have been isolated. Today, the Hill provides a lovely view of the Inner Harbor and the Outer Harbor.
By the time we left Federal Hill Park, it was time for dinner. We went down to the Rusty Scupper located on the south shores of the Inner Harbor and under the shadows of federal Hill and enjoyed another excellent meal while looking out over the Harbor.
After dinner, Rick drove us back to our motel, where Terry and I took a quick dip in the pool before turning in for the night.
Sunday morning, Rick showed up with some things he wanted us to take back to the Aerie. He has just two weeks remaining in his summer post with Baltimore youths and then he is off to Guyana with WorldTeach to teach high school math.
Things couldn’t have been smoother on our drive back to the Aerie. It’s just about 220 miles from the motel at which we stayed (maybe 10 miles from the Inner Harbor) to the Aerie. But we did have some anxious pussycats demanding to know where-the-heck we had been and insisting they be fed…NOW!!..when we opened the door.
It was a great weekend and the weather couldn’t have been better. Hazy, hot and humid days departed for the three days we were in the city but promise to return by Tuesday so I guess we lucked out.
http://www.kocospub.com/menu.htm
Friday we met Rick at the motel just off I-695 and drove downtown for dinner. I had told him I wanted crab—I mean why else go to Baltimore—and he took us to a little place called Koco’s Pub.
Last year we had stopped at a place on the south side of town that specialized in whole crabs. You bought a half dozen or a dozen and they steamed them with lots of Old Bay seasoning and served them on a bed of salt. Way too much salt for even my taste and I like my chips and pretzels saltier than the Dead Sea! I don’t remember now if I had two or three beers with my dozen crabs but I do remember my lips and tongue tingling for two days afterwards. Koco’s was ten times better!
It’s not a fancy restaurant by any means and parking can be a problem. It’s just a friendly neighborhood tavern with a few tables to serve meals. But what meals! Instead of whole crab, they specialize in crab cakes. Their crab cake platter was served up with fries and cole slaw had one HUGE crab cake the size of a softball and consisting of lump meat that must have come from at least three giant crabs and maybe half a dozen medium sized blue claws. There was virtually no filling of peppers or bread and just enough batter to hold the thing together. Delicious!
If you’re ever in Baltimore and want some great crab cakes, this is the place to go.
After dinner, Rick took us up to Druid Hill Park so we could get a view of the city. Druid Hill is one busy place! Basketball players, joggers, cyclists, tennis players and picnickers were numerous. The view was extensive, but the Inner Harbor was hidden by several small hills.
On Saturday morning we drove down to the Inner Harbor to go to the National Aquarium. (Why does it cost so much to get into the National Aquarium, yet the National Zoo (like all of the Smithsonian exhibits) is free? Perhaps it’s because it is NOT a government run operation. Who owns the land and building, and who directs the Aquarium? )
Inside, we enjoyed the special exhibits of Australia and of the Tropical Rainforest. They have recreated the environments of both areas in walk-through fashion. The Australian exhibit starts with some aboriginal pictographs:
(For those who may be Disc World fans, I didn’t spot any pictographs of kangaroos or wizzards.)
Both exhibits had aviaries where birds were free to fly. The rain forest featured this ham who perched right along the side of the walkway in bright sunlight so you couldn’t miss seeing him.
Taking pictures of fish, turtles or frogs through the glass would have been possible, I suppose, but I didn’t even think to do so. Sorry.
After several hours of watching the fish swim around and around, peering through glass cases to spot the colorful poison arrow frogs, and dodging the birds in the aviaries, we emerged into the bright daylight to walk along the Inner Harbor for a bit.
Lots of people gathered around the outdoor performance area to watch some kind of break dancing display.
Others were renting paddle boats to venture out on the water. The most popular paddle boats were shaped like Dragons. I suppose they were supposed to be Chessie, but they looked more like Champy (from Lake Champlain) to me.
Other folks were just waiting for the water taxi to take them on a tour or to simply cross the Harbor. Or they were enjoying the sunshine and watching the boat traffic which included this sternwheeler.
We stopped at the Tír na nÓg Irish Bar & Grill for lunch. From there, we could overlook all the Inner Harbor activities yet have a quiet glass of ale with our meal.
After lunch we walked back to The Power Plant, home of ESPN Zone, Hard Rock Café and Barnes & Noble. We were looking for some books, so you can guess which of the three we went to.
No, we were not in search of Harry Potter’s latest adventure. I know where I can lay my hands on a copy of that. From a Hogwarts Faculty Member?
Next on our agenda was some more park hopping. First up was Patterson Park to see the most unusual Pagoda. Unfortunately, the building was closed. Apparently it is only open on Sunday. Oh well.
The park area served as a gathering point during the War of 1812 and from the vantage point of Hampstead Hill where the pagoda now stands, folks could allegedly see the glow from the fires of the nation’s capital and the bombardment of Fort McHenry.
However, by 1861 when the Civil War threatened to dissolve the Union, all parks and open spaces were earmarked for troop occupation. Camp Washburn was established. Later, a hospital, Camp Patterson Park, was set up. Once again, Hampstead Hill was a strategic military lookout and fortification.
From Patterson Park, we drove back through the center of the city and south to Fort McHenry. It was, of course, the bombardment of Fort McHenry in 1814, during the War of 1812, that inspired Francis Scott Key to write the poem, “The Star-Spangled Banner,” that became our National Anthem.
”…O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? …” YES!
The Francis Scott Key Bridge viewed from Fort McHenry.
Next up was Federal Hill Park on the south side of the Inner Harbor. Like almost every high point of land, this flat-topped hill served as a strategic lookout during the Revolution and the War of 1812. It was occupied by Federal troops during the Civil War. Their purpose was to ensure Baltimore behaved and remained in the Union. If Baltimore, and the rest of Maryland, succeeded in seceding, Washington, D.C. would have been isolated. Today, the Hill provides a lovely view of the Inner Harbor and the Outer Harbor.
By the time we left Federal Hill Park, it was time for dinner. We went down to the Rusty Scupper located on the south shores of the Inner Harbor and under the shadows of federal Hill and enjoyed another excellent meal while looking out over the Harbor.
Looking Northwest from Federal Hill across the Inner Harbor to Downtown Baltimore.
Looking to the Northeast across the Inner Harbor from Federal Hill. The partially red building just to the left of center is the Rusty Scupper.
After dinner, Rick drove us back to our motel, where Terry and I took a quick dip in the pool before turning in for the night.
Sunday morning, Rick showed up with some things he wanted us to take back to the Aerie. He has just two weeks remaining in his summer post with Baltimore youths and then he is off to Guyana with WorldTeach to teach high school math.
Terry plays the proud Mom to Rick’s “aw, shucks” Son.
Things couldn’t have been smoother on our drive back to the Aerie. It’s just about 220 miles from the motel at which we stayed (maybe 10 miles from the Inner Harbor) to the Aerie. But we did have some anxious pussycats demanding to know where-the-heck we had been and insisting they be fed…NOW!!..when we opened the door.
It was a great weekend and the weather couldn’t have been better. Hazy, hot and humid days departed for the three days we were in the city but promise to return by Tuesday so I guess we lucked out.
Friday, July 20, 2007
On the road in Baltimore
Terry and I left the Aerie this morning to drive to Baltimore, MD to visit with our son, Rick. Rick is working in the city parks with a group of three youths in a summer program designed to give the kids a job cleaning up and maintaining some of the parks and educated them at the same time. The kids work three days a week and go on field trips two days. The recently went to the sewage treatment plant and to a turf farm.
Terry and I drove down Route 15 to I-81 to I-83 to I-695 before stopping in Pikesville. Rick met us there and drove us int the city for dinner and a short tour. I'm glad he did the driving. First, he seems to have learned a good deal about the city during the stint he did last summer and the few weeks he's been here this year. And, second, driving in this city would drive me nuts. (Of course, driving in any city drives me nuts.) The congestion, signage, and apparent suspension of rules would have me looking for a BIG bottle of scotch or Grand Marnier at the end of the day.
We'll be going to the National Aquarium on the Inner Harbor tomorrow.
Terry and I drove down Route 15 to I-81 to I-83 to I-695 before stopping in Pikesville. Rick met us there and drove us int the city for dinner and a short tour. I'm glad he did the driving. First, he seems to have learned a good deal about the city during the stint he did last summer and the few weeks he's been here this year. And, second, driving in this city would drive me nuts. (Of course, driving in any city drives me nuts.) The congestion, signage, and apparent suspension of rules would have me looking for a BIG bottle of scotch or Grand Marnier at the end of the day.
We'll be going to the National Aquarium on the Inner Harbor tomorrow.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Oops!
Wrong house used for firefighting drill
The one they cut holes in was being renovated. The one they were supposed to practice on was being razed. Big difference.
Another instance of Massholes at large.
Firefighters in Braintree, Mass., practiced their vital but destructive rescue techniques on a local home this week, but not the right one.
…
The actual training property the firefighters were supposed to practice on turned out to be two blocks away from the Luu family's home.
The one they cut holes in was being renovated. The one they were supposed to practice on was being razed. Big difference.
Another instance of Massholes at large.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
How to locate/recognize illegal aliens
(GuyK posted this over a CHARMING, JUST CHARMING and I swiped it. Hope he doesn't mind.)
Newt Gingrich on Immigration and tracking/recognizing illegals.
As I said over at Guy's place, put FedEx/UPS in charge of immigration and Chase Bank in charge of Social Security records. (Of course, FedEx and UPS would want everyone to have a bar code on their forehead but....)
Welcome!
GuyK’s (CHARMING, JUST CHARMING) wife, Sweetthing, has started her own blog ( THEN THERE WAS SWEETTHING). She probably just wants to inform us all about what a cur her dear husband is. (Just kidding Guy!) I’m sure we’ll hear about how he refuses to eat his salad. (He’ll tell us how he grew that damn rabbit food!)We’ll hear about how much Guy gets underfoot and how many times he goes off fishing without her. And we’ll hear even more about Miss Sassy and her Little Sister.
Welcome to the blog world. And smile a little more often. ;-)
Welcome to the blog world. And smile a little more often. ;-)
My Heroine!
In the New York Post:
FLUNK MY KID
MA FIGHTS TO NIX SLACKER SON'S PROMOTION
Good GREAT for her!
Ya gotta love this woman’s attitude! She is so right on so many levels.
Responsibility. Commitment. Rewards for hard work. Consequences for failure. Obviously the Board of Ed doesn’t believe in any of those things. But Mrs. Hassell does.
Except for the dragging him kicking and screaming to school or shackling him to his desk as this little POS deserved, Mrs. Hassell seems to have tried her best with little Tony. So what happens:
Aaah! The system happened. Standardized tests happened. Sticking to a rigid score and screw the rest of his “work” happened.
So what does little Tony do? He rubs his mommas nose in IT!
Bad move, Tony, bad move.
Not quite, assistant principal, not quite.
But there ARE enablers in the system.
Then again, Mrs. Hassell seems to have HER head in the game.
Here’s hoping she wins out. It already sounds like she may have already scored some points in the game of life.
Sure you do, Tony. You earned every bit of embarrassment your Mom can dish out. Even if you do get to stay in the eighth grade, you better attend every day of school, do your homework and pass every one of your classes next year or you can be sure Mom will be looking to nail your sorry little hide to the wall come next June. She’s already taught you one hell of a lesson.
(from News of the Weird Daily)
FLUNK MY KID
MA FIGHTS TO NIX SLACKER SON'S PROMOTION
Ya gotta love this woman’s attitude! She is so right on so many levels.
Staten Island mom Deanna Hassell wasn't shocked when her son flunked the seventh grade. What shocked her was his promotion to the eighth grade.
"Are you kidding me? Is the Board of Education kidding? How does a kid with a 60.53 average pass?" she asked.
"He should be held back! If children are not getting the education they need now, when they get to high school, they are going to drop out."
Responsibility. Commitment. Rewards for hard work. Consequences for failure. Obviously the Board of Ed doesn’t believe in any of those things. But Mrs. Hassell does.
All year, Hassell warned her 13-year-old son, Anthony Raimo, that he would be left back unless he buckled down.
Anthony paid her no mind. He never did homework. He clowned around in class. He missed 55 days of school - more than one out of four - simply because he refused to go.
Except for the dragging him kicking and screaming to school or shackling him to his desk as this little POS deserved, Mrs. Hassell seems to have tried her best with little Tony. So what happens:
Still, none of it stopped him from squeaking by at IS 51/Edwin Markham School in Graniteville.
In a fortuitous twist for Anthony, the new criteria to end "social promotion," which went into full effect this year, actually worked to his benefit. For the first time, seventh-graders were promoted on the basis of just two end-of-the-year tests - not their year's worth of schoolwork.
He scored a 2 out of 4 on tests in both math and reading. Out of a maximum of 800 points, he got a 608 in reading - 599 was passing. In math, he got a 643 - 610 was passing.
Aaah! The system happened. Standardized tests happened. Sticking to a rigid score and screw the rest of his “work” happened.
So what does little Tony do? He rubs his mommas nose in IT!
"Ha, ha, I passed. I told you so," Anthony recalled telling his mom.
He doesn't even have to go to summer school.
"The message is you don't have to go to school. You take the two tests, and if you pass, that's it," Hassell said.
Bad move, Tony, bad move.
She called administrators at IS 51 demanding to know how her son could not be left back. After all, he failed every class but math, chorus and gym.
An assistant principal told her their "hands are tied" because Anthony passed the standardized tests, Hassell said.
Not quite, assistant principal, not quite.
The Department of Education said principals have discretion in holding back students who are not ready for the eighth grade.
But there ARE enablers in the system.
Robert Tobias, who was director of assessment and accountability for city schools from 1988 to 2001, warned against forcing kids to repeat grades.
"It sounds to me like this kid is bored. Holding him back could be the worst thing to do because it would exacerbate the problem," said Tobias, who now studies testing policy at New York University.
Then again, Mrs. Hassell seems to have HER head in the game.
Hassell, however, believes repeating the seventh grade will be the best lesson for Anthony.
Here’s hoping she wins out. It already sounds like she may have already scored some points in the game of life.
"I don't deserve all this. This is embarrassing," Anthony said.
Sure you do, Tony. You earned every bit of embarrassment your Mom can dish out. Even if you do get to stay in the eighth grade, you better attend every day of school, do your homework and pass every one of your classes next year or you can be sure Mom will be looking to nail your sorry little hide to the wall come next June. She’s already taught you one hell of a lesson.
(from News of the Weird Daily)
WTF!?
N.Y. Bar Serves Bottled Water For $55
It’s freakin’ WATER! I don’t care what the label says; whether it’s Evian, Perrier, Poland Springs or whatever. Whether they got it from the bottom of a glacier in the Canadian Rockies or from a Swiss Alp peak. It’s still H2O, dihydrogen monoxide, WATER!
(from News of the Weird Daily)
Water is the latest trend when it comes to taste and a bit of marketing.
Glass, plastic, carbonated, non carbonated, high mineral content ... no, it's not a fancy drink or a fine wine. Diane Felicissimo is talking about the latest craze -- water.
It's a business making a splash. Americans spent more last year on bottled water than on iPods and movie tickets -- a whopping $15 billion.
…
"There are so many people that are uneducated about water," Felicissimo said.
It’s freakin’ WATER! I don’t care what the label says; whether it’s Evian, Perrier, Poland Springs or whatever. Whether they got it from the bottom of a glacier in the Canadian Rockies or from a Swiss Alp peak. It’s still H2O, dihydrogen monoxide, WATER!
(from News of the Weird Daily)
“Doh!”
Pagans upset over Homer Simpson stunt
Next thing you know, some one’ll be blowing up the Cerne Abbas giant because it’s blasphemous or something. Whoever granted permission for this publicity stunt should be sacked.
The Wessex, Britain, Pagan Federation chapter has said they will do "rain magic" to wash away a giant chalk drawing of cartoon character Homer Simpson.
The 180-foot publicity stunt for the new Simpsons film was drawn next to the Pagans' famous fertility symbol, the Cerne Abbas giant, Britain's The Sun reported Monday.
Next thing you know, some one’ll be blowing up the Cerne Abbas giant because it’s blasphemous or something. Whoever granted permission for this publicity stunt should be sacked.
“Snakes! It had to be snakes!”
14-foot python found in Holy Hill, Fla.
It ain’t just the gators or the fire ants ya’ll gotta look out for anymore.
Experts said the reticulated python was so strong that it was impossible to get an exact length measurement, but it was definitely large enough to kill dogs and cats or small children, WFTV-TV, Orlando, reported Monday.
It ain’t just the gators or the fire ants ya’ll gotta look out for anymore.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Water Troubles
So, last week we were sweltering under sunny skies and 90+ degrees (only into the 70s at night) here at the Aerie. Then, sudden like, the wind switched around and started blowing out of the north-northwest. Thunder boomers swept through and the temperatures plummeted. Now the humidity has also plunged, the highs are in the 70s during the day, the lows are into the 50s at night and the wind is still coming out of the north. In short, the weather is gorgeous.
Before the rains came, I took pity on the grass that was struggling to grow out of the packed red clay that is the fill around the house and hooked up the sprinkler for an hour or so. I shouldn’t have. Oh, not because the rains came. No, that should have been expected—kinda like washing your car on a sunny day only to have an unforecasted monsoon pop up to visit for the next week. No, I should not have watered the grass because of the limitations of the Aerie’s water system.
You see, we have a very shallow well—only 140 feet or so—that produces only 1-1/2 to 2 gallons a minute. (Sounds like a lot, but it isn’t.) To ensure enough water for showers, toilets, washers, etc. we have a 500 gallon cistern in the basement. This is set up to draw water from the well when about ¼ of the cistern is emptied and so always has around 300 gallons of water in surplus. A filter on the line from the well is supposed to trap any red clay particles moving through the shale/slate substrate 20 microns or larger in size.
I didn’t change the filter on July 1 as I should have and, as a result of putting heavy demand on the system by watering the lawn, it sorta failed to do its duty. I now have a cistern filled with watery red sludge and water coming through the pipes that is just slightly reddish (much of the stuff has settled to the bottom of the cistern). The only thing to do is to empty the cistern, clean it out, and slowly, slowly refill it one agonizing inch at a time. Last time we filled it we did so one inch every hour or so to give any sediment in the well a chance to settle before drawing from the well to fill the tank. Did I mention the cistern is about 30 inches deep? That translates into about 30 hours to fill the tank. I can’t do it right now because Don needs water to mix mortar and clean his tools while applying stone to the chimney’s exterior. He wasn’t sure I could get the tank emptied, cleaned and refilled between Friday afternoon and Monday morning, so the process has been delayed. But it will have to be done as soon as all the stone is in place. I don’t think Terry wants to do any laundry until the water is a bit less...well...pink.
Label this as either “unintended consequences” or “my own damn fault.” In any event, it is a lesson learned the hard way.
Before the rains came, I took pity on the grass that was struggling to grow out of the packed red clay that is the fill around the house and hooked up the sprinkler for an hour or so. I shouldn’t have. Oh, not because the rains came. No, that should have been expected—kinda like washing your car on a sunny day only to have an unforecasted monsoon pop up to visit for the next week. No, I should not have watered the grass because of the limitations of the Aerie’s water system.
You see, we have a very shallow well—only 140 feet or so—that produces only 1-1/2 to 2 gallons a minute. (Sounds like a lot, but it isn’t.) To ensure enough water for showers, toilets, washers, etc. we have a 500 gallon cistern in the basement. This is set up to draw water from the well when about ¼ of the cistern is emptied and so always has around 300 gallons of water in surplus. A filter on the line from the well is supposed to trap any red clay particles moving through the shale/slate substrate 20 microns or larger in size.
I didn’t change the filter on July 1 as I should have and, as a result of putting heavy demand on the system by watering the lawn, it sorta failed to do its duty. I now have a cistern filled with watery red sludge and water coming through the pipes that is just slightly reddish (much of the stuff has settled to the bottom of the cistern). The only thing to do is to empty the cistern, clean it out, and slowly, slowly refill it one agonizing inch at a time. Last time we filled it we did so one inch every hour or so to give any sediment in the well a chance to settle before drawing from the well to fill the tank. Did I mention the cistern is about 30 inches deep? That translates into about 30 hours to fill the tank. I can’t do it right now because Don needs water to mix mortar and clean his tools while applying stone to the chimney’s exterior. He wasn’t sure I could get the tank emptied, cleaned and refilled between Friday afternoon and Monday morning, so the process has been delayed. But it will have to be done as soon as all the stone is in place. I don’t think Terry wants to do any laundry until the water is a bit less...well...pink.
Label this as either “unintended consequences” or “my own damn fault.” In any event, it is a lesson learned the hard way.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
"Press 1 For English"
With all the hullabaloo over the Illegal Immigration Comprehensive Immigration Reform bill recently beaten to death in the Senate, I wonder if people missed the Democratic debate question where nearly all candidates opposed making English the official language of the United States?
One of the requirements for becoming a naturalized, that is, legal, citizen of the US of A is an ability to read and understand rudimentary English. Why shouldn’t it be the Official Language? You really can’t have two or more.
One of the requirements for becoming a naturalized, that is, legal, citizen of the US of A is an ability to read and understand rudimentary English. Why shouldn’t it be the Official Language? You really can’t have two or more.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Log Home Update: Part 60
Stain and stone
Another hot, muggy day here at the Aerie with the thermometer registering 92 late in the afternoon. Adam, Kyle and Don showed up early to get to work on the staining and stone work and despite the heat, managed to make good progress.
I really like the rich, warm tones of the stain. The added protection against the weathering of the wood is a plus also.
While Adam and Kyle wielded brushes, Don tackled the stone work on the chimney. Hauling both mortar and stone up the ladder to apply one stone at a time to the chimney faces. He has managed to complete a bit over half the chimney now and is plugging along in this unusually hot weather.
The dormer has been stained as has the west wall. Only the porch ceiling and posts remain here.
I really like the rich, warm tones of the stain. The added protection against the weathering of the wood is a plus also.
Adam and Kyle mount the ladders to stain the gable wall and eave.
While Adam and Kyle wielded brushes, Don tackled the stone work on the chimney. Hauling both mortar and stone up the ladder to apply one stone at a time to the chimney faces. He has managed to complete a bit over half the chimney now and is plugging along in this unusually hot weather.
Adam and Kyle finish the staining on the gable end while Don cleans up from today's stone work on the chimney.
Hot time, summer in the city country.
Back at the Aerie the last two days after busting my hump cutting firewood up at the Bolt Hole. Mark and I made good headway getting trees on the ground and cutting them into lengths for the splitter. Now we just have to haul them up to the barn to be split and stacked for drying.
It's been bloody hot here in the Northern Tier. Yesterday's afternoon high was around 92 and today promises to be just as hot.Despite that, and not having an AC at the Aerie, the nights have been comfortable as the temps drop down into the low 70s. The trick is to keep the hot air out during the day while letting the cool air in at night. Done right, it never gets above 80 inside the log home.
Darn birds woke me up at 5:30 AM yesterday and again today. I imagine they are demanding their food. (We've had to take in the feeders at night or the young bear that is in the neighborhood will take them apart for the sugar water and sunflower seeds.)
Speaking of the bear--it was back again this morning at 7 AM. It wandered up from down the hill passing right through my milkweed patch. I tried to get it to stop for a photo but it booked on down the trail when I called out to it.
Went up to Arnot Mall in Big Flats last night for dinner at the Olive Garden and to do some shopping. The cats have outgrown their litter boxes and we needed deeper trays to contain their output. I wanted a hand truck to haul stone around as some of it is quite heavy. And we did a little tour of the Barnes and Noble for some light reading.
I'll be heading back to the Bolt Hole to haul the trailer to get service on a refrigerator recall. It'll probably be just a two day trip, up and back, with no time to do any more with the wood.
I've got to do some running around today to order some block and stone for the retaining wall. Plus, I have to pick up the five chainsaw chains I dropped off for sharpening yesterday. Don and the boys will be working on the stain and stone again today. Much of the former is done and a good portion of the chimney stone is up. (That's a little slower since Don doesn't want the weight of the faux stone to push those below off. Plus he's pointing the stone--adding mortar to the joints--as he goes along.)
TIme for another cup of jumpstart (as GuyK would say) and then it's off to work. Damn but retirement is a busy time!
It's been bloody hot here in the Northern Tier. Yesterday's afternoon high was around 92 and today promises to be just as hot.Despite that, and not having an AC at the Aerie, the nights have been comfortable as the temps drop down into the low 70s. The trick is to keep the hot air out during the day while letting the cool air in at night. Done right, it never gets above 80 inside the log home.
Darn birds woke me up at 5:30 AM yesterday and again today. I imagine they are demanding their food. (We've had to take in the feeders at night or the young bear that is in the neighborhood will take them apart for the sugar water and sunflower seeds.)
Speaking of the bear--it was back again this morning at 7 AM. It wandered up from down the hill passing right through my milkweed patch. I tried to get it to stop for a photo but it booked on down the trail when I called out to it.
Went up to Arnot Mall in Big Flats last night for dinner at the Olive Garden and to do some shopping. The cats have outgrown their litter boxes and we needed deeper trays to contain their output. I wanted a hand truck to haul stone around as some of it is quite heavy. And we did a little tour of the Barnes and Noble for some light reading.
I'll be heading back to the Bolt Hole to haul the trailer to get service on a refrigerator recall. It'll probably be just a two day trip, up and back, with no time to do any more with the wood.
I've got to do some running around today to order some block and stone for the retaining wall. Plus, I have to pick up the five chainsaw chains I dropped off for sharpening yesterday. Don and the boys will be working on the stain and stone again today. Much of the former is done and a good portion of the chimney stone is up. (That's a little slower since Don doesn't want the weight of the faux stone to push those below off. Plus he's pointing the stone--adding mortar to the joints--as he goes along.)
TIme for another cup of jumpstart (as GuyK would say) and then it's off to work. Damn but retirement is a busy time!
Friday, July 06, 2007
Hail! Hail! The gangs all here!
I drove up to the Bolt Hole in the Adirondacks this morning with the intention of cutting some firewood. All the way through southern NY the sky was bright and sunny with only a few cumulus clouds making everything picturesque. Right up to the last 14 miles.
It was then that the clouds became dark and ominous and the rain began to fall, the lightening began to flash and the thunder rolled. It was pouring when I pulled up to the door and I had to wait for it to let up a moment to hustle inside.
Every 20 minutes or so another thunder boomer would roll over the cabin and the walls would shake to the tune of the thunder. Then at 2 o’clock it started to hail. Pea sized pellets rattled off the metal roof and the truck parked outside for at least ten minutes.
Pea sized hail fell fast and furiously.
The rain also came down in buckets.
By 4 o’clock all was right with the world again and the only clouds in the sky were white, fluffy cumulus.
With any luck, I’ll be able to drop a couple of trees and block them up tomorrow morning. I’ll just have to keep my eyes open for the black bears that have been photographed wandering the same woods I’ll be working in.
It was then that the clouds became dark and ominous and the rain began to fall, the lightening began to flash and the thunder rolled. It was pouring when I pulled up to the door and I had to wait for it to let up a moment to hustle inside.
Every 20 minutes or so another thunder boomer would roll over the cabin and the walls would shake to the tune of the thunder. Then at 2 o’clock it started to hail. Pea sized pellets rattled off the metal roof and the truck parked outside for at least ten minutes.
Pea sized hail fell fast and furiously.
The rain also came down in buckets.
By 4 o’clock all was right with the world again and the only clouds in the sky were white, fluffy cumulus.
With any luck, I’ll be able to drop a couple of trees and block them up tomorrow morning. I’ll just have to keep my eyes open for the black bears that have been photographed wandering the same woods I’ll be working in.
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