Home Sweet Home!

Janis and Twizzle.
(Twizzie was glad to see me too!)


Be it ever so... Whatever. There is no place like home!

Only a few of us know what it feels like to come back into the South Fork of the Eel canyon after being gone for an extended period of time. (Three Days or more) So those few of you know how good I feel right now!

We headed up North, really down the river, and dove into the South Fork Canyon mid-Long Valley. There was about two hundred Tule Elk lying in the rich blond grass at the divide of the drainage, where the South Fork and the Main Eel diverge. The temperature was 81, the sky was blue. The last image of a waning moon hung just barely visible over the green, and slightly blue mountains in the distance. The valley where my ancestors are buried.

As we started down the hill north of Piercy, we were pressed with the beauty of the fall season. The various and obvious different colors of green that the Tan Oak, Madrone, Fir and Redwoods give to the viewer. They are pleasing, and familiar, to our local eyes. The same Tan Oak that my ancestors used to tan the hides of the deer they made their clothes out of. The same Madrone and Manzanita that they used to forge the iron that they needed to shoe their horses and build their wagon wheels. The same Fir and Redwood that they hand split to make their houses and homesteads.

The Buckeye trees are striped of their leaves, and they stand in bare, stark beauty, with their light grey bark, and their starchy balls hanging at the tips of every limb. They are like little children proclaiming that they are first to be dressed for winter. (neener neener)

The Poison Oak teases the unfamiliar with the temptation to pick their raucously loud red leaves, only to turn bright red themselves. The kids in Laytonville, who didn't get poison oak, would take their unaware teachers bouquets of them. The kids soon found out that the teacher was not as dumb as they thought, and they got to write on the blackboard for their efforts. Not me!... I think that it was my Great Grandfather. It's one of those old family tales now, that has become as familiar to me as my genetic love of this canyon.

The Maple trees spot the green hills with their bright, golden yellow leaves, like flakes of gold in a miners pan, proclaiming their rich and rare beauty. As children we would pick the twin-winged seeds of the Maple tree, break them apart, and throw them high into to air to watch them spin to the ground like a slow moving helicopter. We considered it great and good-luck if we found three seeds in one winged cluster, kind of a South Fork canyon version of a four leaved clover.

The Oak trees are lost in their fickle confusion of what color they want to be. They keep trying on colors to see how they look. They throw out the beautiful green color that they have had on all summer, then they try on yellows and reds and oranges then browns, like an aging woman trying on make-up, to make herself appear young and frivolous again. Then she throws them all away in resignation of the inevitable, and gives up her beautiful leaves for another season, where she will once again become young and new.

The oak won’t be giving you acorns this year, she gave you her all last year, and they just laid there ground and went to waste. People have lost their taste for the nutritious Oaks acorns. The Black-Tail deer enjoyed them thought, and they got fat, and there was more than one sighting of triplet fawns this year, so Mrs. Oaks abundance didn’t go completely unappreciated.

The grassy openings are tinged with green edges of grass eager to grow from our, right-on-time, fall rains. Grass, bravely bursting forth in the threat of being killed by a hard winter frost, only to try again, and always succeed.

The tweety birds are gone for the season, and the winter birds are showing up. The Ospreys are gone, and soon the Bald Eagle will come to dine on Northern Pike fish that have almost squeezed out our once generous supply of salmonids.

I just came home from one of the most beautiful places on Earth, Hawaii, and mingled with some of the most friendly people that I ever met, and ate some of the best food I ever ate. But, to come home, is a sweet feeling like nothing else, it is like coming home to the warm arms of a long trusted and faithful lover.

Some of you know what I mean!

Going, going, gone...

I may be gone for a week or so… Okay I will be gone. But I might check in from afar.

My wife has dragged me away to spend money frivolously in the middle of an economic crises. If the economy suddenly returns to healthy levels it will be due to my wife’s spending. So we are doing our part to save the world.

Please feel free to carry on your conversations, talk about the economy, the acorn crop, the mountain lion running down the golf course that scared my dog, etc. The dog’s a sissy.

See you on the flip-flop.

Diogenese put down your lantern, we have found an honest man!

CHICAGO, Illinois (CNN) -- An outraged sheriff in Illinois who refuses to evict "innocent" renters from foreclosed homes criticized mortgage companies Thursday and said the law should protect victims of the mortgage meltdown.


Cook County, Illinois, Sheriff Thomas J. Dart says too many renters are being evicted for landlords' problems.

1 of 2 Sheriff Thomas J. Dart said earlier he is suspending foreclosure evictions in Cook County, which includes the city of Chicago.

The county had been on track to reach a record number of evictions, many because of mortgage foreclosures.

Many good tenants are suffering because building owners have fallen behind on their mortgage payments, he said Thursday on CNN's "American Morning."

"These poor people are seeing everything they own put out on the street. ... They've paid their bills, paid them on time. Here we are with a battering ram at the front door going to throw them out. It's gotten insane," he said. Watch Dart slam mortgage companies »

Mortgage companies are supposed to identify a building's occupants before asking for an eviction, but sheriff's deputies routinely find that the mortgage companies have not done so, Dart said.

"This is an example where the banking industry has not done any of the work they should do. It's a piece of paper to them," Dart said.

"On top of it all, they want taxpayers to fund their investigative work for them. We're not going to do their jobs for them anymore. We're just not going to evict innocent tenants. It stops today."

Dart said he wants the courts or the state Legislature to establish protections for those most harmed by the mortgage crisis.

In 1999, Cook County had 12,935 mortgage foreclosure cases; in 2006, 18,916 cases were filed, and last year, 32,269 were filed. This year's total is expected to exceed 43,000.

"The people we're interacting with are, many times, oblivious to the financial straits their landlord might be in," Dart said. "They are the innocent victims here, and they are the ones all of us must step up and find some way to protect."

The Illinois Bankers Association opposed the plan, saying that Dart "was elected to uphold the law and to fulfill the legal duties of his office, which include serving eviction notices."

The association said Dart could be found in contempt of court for ignoring court eviction orders.

"The reality is that by ignoring the law and his legal responsibilities, he is carrying out 'vigilantism' at the highest level of an elected official," it said. "The Illinois banking industry is working hard to help troubled homeowners in many ways, but Sheriff Dart's declaration of 'martial law' should not be tolerated."

Dart was undeterred Thursday.

"I think the outrage on my part with them [is] that they could so cavalierly issue documents and have me throw people out of homes who have done absolutely nothing wrong," Dart said. "They played by all the rules.
"I told them, 'You send an agent out, you send somebody out that gives me any type of assurance that the appropriate person is in the house, I will fulfill the order.'
"When you're blindly sending me out to houses where I'm coming across innocent tenant after innocent tenant, I can't keep doing this and have a good conscience about it."

From Ernie:
One of the reasons that I could never become a public official, is because I could never do some of the things that they are expected to do. An official is supposed to play by the book, and I’m afraid that I would always be using my judgment.

It reminds me of the helicopter pilot that landed his machine between the people that were being shot by America troops, and the troops, to stop the killing in Mai Lai. The story of Hugh C. Thompson Jr. should be standard reading material for all Americans.

America needs more people like these people to stand up and say; “Enough” The story of Hugh C. Thompson Jr.

Old-Timer Lye Soap.

If all of the politics and stock market worries are making you feel unclean, here is a recipe for soap the way Gramma used to make it.

Lye Lard Soap:
2 gallons of soft water
1 can lye
5 pounds lard
Plus add some essential oil, if you prefer, the old timers didn’t use it.

Heat the fat until just barely melted.
In a separate container, add lye to water.
Add the lye water to the fat and cook for 2 hours.
Add essential oil and stir.
Pour into molds. You can use an old muffin-tin lined with plastic wrap. Or make your own fancy wooden soap mold, like I would.

Gramma used to set it behind the wood stove until it set up. ( I don’t think that she always got the right amount of water, or the temp on the old wood stove wasn’t quite right, and it needed more time to set up.)

You can give the bars of soap as Christmas presents, or you can use them on Halloween to scare hippies.

PRECAUTION:
Lye is caustic, and can be dangerous if handled inproperly. Always add the lye to COLD water. The lye will heat the water to about 180 degrees. If the lye gets on you, it will turn you to soap, which can be painful and permanent. Always use rubber gloves and goggles. (No Kidding)

Would you have bailed out Wall Street?

It was my opinion that by bailing out wall street we would only be giving the No-Conscience-Thieves more money to steal, and next year we would be just as bad off. Well from the looks of Darkly Shaded Monday, we may not have to wait for a year. The rest of the world has been doing what they can to shore up the American dollar, but if we can’t even solve our own crises, what chance do they have.

In psychology there is a theory that revenge is one of the sweetest of human emotions. That we would risk serious injury to ourselves just to get even. Stangely that is the way I feel right now. We all know that the little guy is going to be the one to get stuck in this crisis, and there is no avoiding it, so why not take down the people that caused it. I wouldn't have bailed them out!

They say this Presidential Election is the most important election in decades. So who among the lot of them do you feel is most supportive of the common person? Why do I feel that they have all “sold-out”?

Read and weep:

BBC News
Financial crisis pummels stocks
World stock markets have plunged after government bank bail-outs in the US and Europe failed to stem fears of slower global economic growth.
London's key UK share index lost 7.85% - its biggest percentage fall since 1987 and in Paris the Cac-40 suffered its largest fall on record.
On Wall Street, the Dow Jones fell below 10,000 points for the first time since 2004.
Investors fear that official action might not be enough to stem the crisis.
This was despite a $700bn (£398bn) US bank bail-out being passed late last week, and efforts by several European countries including Germany and Denmark to boost confidence in their banks.
"The fact is people are scared and the only thing they're doing is selling," said Ryan Detrick, senior technical strategist at Schaeffer's Investment Research.
"Investors are cleaning out portfolios and getting rid of everything because nothing seems to be working."
Restoring confidence
Stock markets are falling... and it's the troubles of Europe's banks, and the messy response of the authorities, that's to blame
Robert Peston
BBC business editor

President George W Bush said on Monday that it would take some time for the rescue plan to restore confidence to the financial system.
He said it was important that the programme was implemented properly and to make sure it did not waste taxpayers' money.
"We don't want to rush into this situation and not have the programme be effective," he said.
"It's going to take a while to restore confidence in the financial system."
'Substantial force'
In an attempt to reassure investors, the President's Working Group on Financial Markets, said on Monday that it was moving quickly to exercise the new powers it had been given as part of the Wall Street rescue package.
The group, which was formed after the 1987 stock market crash, said it would move "with substantial force on a number of fronts".
As one of the first effects of the rescue plan, the Federal Reserve announced that it would start paying interest on the reserves that banks are forced to deposit at the central bank.
Analysts said that Germany's increased 50bn-euro ($68bn; £38.7bn) bail-out of Hypo Real Estate, the country's second-biggest commercial property lender, had alarmed investors.
Earlier, Germany had appeared to announce an unlimited guarantee for private savings - though it later said this was not the case and it had instead given only a "political commitment" that savers would not lose deposits.
However, Denmark had already moved to offer full protection, while Sweden massively increased the level of protection it offered.
'Collective action'
The Hypo RE rescue came amid other developments including:
Denmark, Sweden and Iceland increased the amount of protection depositors in their banks receive. Iceland also agreed measures for the country's banks to sell off some foreign assets in an attempt to shore up its entire financial system
EU leaders issued a joint statement saying they would take the necessary measures to protect both the system and individual depositors
Trading in shares of Benelux bank Fortis was suspended, on the day BNP Paribas took a controlling interest in the troubled finance group under an emergency deal with the Belgian and Luxembourg governments
Central banks across Europe - including the ECB and Bank of England - offered more than $74bn to banks in short-term loans in separate efforts aimed at trying to making cash available for the banking sector
International Monetary Fund managing director Dominique Strauss-Kahn said Europe needed a collective response to the financial crisis and warned countries not to act alone
Spanish Prime Minister Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero and French President Nicolas Sarkozy arranged meetings with the heads of their respective country's main banks to discuss the global financial crisis - and said the two leaders would meet later this week.
Markets suspended
In London, the FTSE 100 index ended down 391.1 points, or 7.85%, at 4,589.2 - having lost 8.5% at one point.
Germany's Dax index lost 7.39%, while France's Cac-40 index dropped 9.04% - its biggest one-day fall since the index was created in 1988.
On Wall Street, the Dow Jones index pulled back some losses but was still 4.05% lower, down 418.39 points, at 9,906.99 points, while the Nasdaq lost 4.93%.
Earlier, Japan's Nikkei index had closed down 4.3%, or 465 points, at 10,473.1 - its lowest close since February 2004. Hong Kong's Hang Seng index slid 5%, while key Russian markets slumped by 15%.
Markets in India, China, Australia and Singapore also lost ground, while the main Indonesian market lost 10% - the biggest one-day fall on record.
Trading on key stock markets in Brazil and Russia was temporarily suspended after share prices plummeted by 10% and 15% respectively. Russia's RTS index ended 19.1% down.
The prospect of a slowdown denting energy demand saw oil prices fall further, dipping under $90 a barrel.
In London Brent crude dropped $3.38 to $86.87 a barrel, while US light, sweet crude fell $3.85 to $90.05 a barrel.
Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/business/7654025.stm

Published: 2008/10/06 17:01:19 GMT

© BBC MMVIII

New Idea???

They were up in arms and aghast!

I was just reading about a cave that they found in France that has ancient primitive writing on the wall. The writing was probably done by Neanderthals. After years of study they have found that this group of cave dwellers made many references to pointy sticks. They had discovered that the hunters in the valley had made many, and numerous, various and sundry, pointy-sticks.

They had big fat long sticks that they used to kill Mastodons. They had real long ones that they used to kill Saber Toothed Tigers. They had nice light weight ones that they used to kill deer. Then they had short ones that they used to kill bear if attacked. They even had sticks that they used to shoot into the air with a stick and string bowed to it to kill birds.

According to the writing on the wall. This group of people that lived there were trying to get pointy sticks banned. They had discovered that many of the primitive men had violent upbringing, and when engaged in animated repartee they had a tendency to grab their pointy sticks and stick their disagreeable opponent through the heart. The group reasoned that if there were no pointy sticks that the people could not poke each other through the hearts.

The group started by making it harder to get sticks. That way, if a person wanted to kill somebody, that person would have to get permission from the chief of the cave group to carve a pointy stick. That is, if the Chief decided it was okay, the applicant would have to wait one Moon before he could carve himself a pointy stick.

Soon the group became so angry with all of the rules regulations that they started hoarding and hiding pointy sticks. The smarter ones started hiding a short pointy stick under their fur lined shorts in such a fashion that no one knew it was there. That outraged the cave dwellers and they immediately had a ban placed on concealed pointy sticks. The only way that you could pack a pointy stick in your shorts was to apply for a “Concealed Pointy Stick” permit. (CPS permit) You had to pack a piece of skin with the Chiefs mark on it to show that you had passed all of the skill tests in how to kill somebody safely. And you had give the “Cave Scribble” the right to scribble your name on the wall, telling everybody that you had a weapon concealed in your shorts.

Strangely, the Neanderthals disappeared, and their caves were taken over by Homo Sapiens. It was easy to tell when the Homo Sapiens moved in, because the cave writing started making reference to “flint” pointy stick warheads. The Sapiens claimed the flint points were weapons of mass destruction, and there was no logical need to tip a pointy stick with a flint warhead! They reasoned that it would be far to easy, with a sharpened point, to poke multiple antagonists through the heart before they could make their salient points. So they went to the Chief to see if they could get a ban on assault weapons. They reasoned that would solve the problem, because nobody has the right to kill that many people at once.

This story continues on and on, but you will just get bored. The story is much the same throughout history, so I’ll just leave it here.

According to my good friend Jim Baker, I have to tell you that, although true, this story was made up in it’s entirety in my imagination, and has no provable content, and it can be considered as complete “Bullshistory”. Time will tell, won’t it?

What do you think about gun laws?

As you already know, because I have told you many times, I was raised around many very wise people. Some were my family, and some were my friends, and some were just acquaintances. Most of the wisest people that I have ever known never had a very good formal education.

Maybe something about me that you didn’t know is that I was raised in a time when most people, including myself, was not far from a gun. My whole family, all the men, and most of the women, are very good with a gun. When I was a young man, I always had a 22 pistol and a 222 rifle in my Jeep. The truck that I rode to work in had a gun rack with two rifles in it and a pistol in a holster hanging on the same rack. Most of us were from ranching families and it was an obligation to shoot a coyote if you saw one, no matter whose property it was on. And, when you told the property owner, he would thank you. There were sheep on all the ranches and they were very susceptible to predators.

My Uncle was on the U.S. Army Rifle Team, and did exhibition shooting. My dad and other uncle were almost as good with a gun as he was. When ever they went to a turkey shoot, the people that would run the turkey shoot would only let them compete against each other, or a lot of times they would just give them each a turkey, then just let them exhibition shoot for the rest of the match.

I’ve killed everything that squirmed, ran, or fluttered, until I couldn’t stand the thought of doing it any more. My dad always said “don’t kill anything that you don’t intend to kill“, and “don’t kill anything that you don’t intent to eat”. I’ve eaten some pretty interesting stuff. My whole family still hunts game animals and it doesn’t bother me, I know that there is great fitness in killing your own food.

What I’m saying is that I was raised around guns, and I don’t have that visceral fear that I see in people nowadays. When they see a gun they react like they just about stepped on a snake. So, I feel differently than most of the people that I know now.

I have had a gun accidentally discharge on me on three different occasions. All of then discharged safely into a dirt bank, thanks to the training that my family gave me on handling guns safely. Most of the people that handle guns a lot will tell you a similar story. My family taught me to “Never chamber a bullet until you intend to use it, and always have your gun pointed in a safe direction while chambering or un-chambering a round”.

Some of the other training that I remember was “Gunpowder and alcohol don’t mix”. That means when you’re drinking don’t use a gun. Some of my family violated that rule a little bit, but nobody got hurt. Another saying was: “It’s the unloaded gun that is the one that kills somebody”. What that meant is to always check to make sure that your gun is unloaded every time you hand it to somebody, or put it away, or any time that it is supposed to be unloaded. You always check.

“When crossing a fence, always un-chamber your bullet, lean the gun against the post and go to the next post to cross, go back and get your gun.” There were so many rules for double checking gun safety when I was growing up, that guns were fairly safe.

Now, as you might have guessed, I’m heading in a direction that I’ve always wondered about. Who has the right to own a gun? The U.S. constitution gives an American in good standing as a Citizen of the United States the right to bear arms.

As in the second amendment: “A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.”

Now for some more stuff that you didn’t know about me. I was born right after World War Two, where the sting of Nazi Germany and what they did to the Jews was still fresh in people’s minds. One of the things that was pounded into my head along with my other gun training is that my gun was mine, and it was nobody else’s business, and that if I have guns, it is nobody else’s business. I was told to “Never, ever, under any circumstance register my guns with any one especially not the Government“. And the reason that I was given as an example, was what happened in Nazi Germany. Because they were unable to fight back, millions of Jews were lined up and marched into ovens where they were killed in great masses. You can imagine the impression that makes on a young mind.

I was told that “Ben Franklin said, that we should always be wary of an unreasonable and out of control government, and we should always be ready to take it back if they stray too far”.

Now to deepen what you don’t know about me. When I used to target shoot with my favorite target shooting 22 rifle, that my cousin “Oregon” wore out for me, I used to practice shooting without flinching or blinking. I would watch the bullet arch into the target. I soon found that I always shot a rifle with out flinching or blinking and I always made head shots, because I didn’t like killing. But, I killed for food, because that was what I was taught to do. It was only after I married my wife that she told me that I didn’t have to kill things if I didn’t want to. I have to say that it had honestly never occurred to me that I didn’t have to kill things. If I knew that my family or my life was threatened by an intruder I’m sure that I would shoot them with out flinching or blinking. I like most animals better than I like most people.

So now I get around to the bottom line of this post. What kind of gun control should we have? Should people have to register their weapons? And if weapons were registered wouldn’t that just make a “Hit List”. We were recently reminded of the kind of irresponsible people that there are out there when the North Coast Journal published all of the names of people that have gun permits in Humboldt County. It pains me to be criticizing this poor woman who is probably just trying to make a living, but she seems to think that all names should be published so hers is Heidi Walters, and she writes for the north Coast Journal.

Please read her well written article. Then come back here and tell me what you think about gun registration. You can’t comment on their site without leaving your return address. You can say anything you like here. I have absolutely no way of tracing any comment back to you, so you can speak freely here, but of course I’ll delete the ridiculous comments after a while, but I will leave the well thought out ones.

Please comment if you are a journalist, a gun owner, or a gun hater, but try to give a reason for the way you feel… I did! This is the link to the gun article.

Open Thread

I'm working on a new post that may take awhile, so now would be a good time to have an "Open Thread". Say anything that you want, or suggest a topic for us to talk about.

Maybe:
Hunting

Fishing

Parties
Politics
Economics
Sexism
Racism

Religion
History

And my fave... etc.

Inherent Wisdom.

Every now and then, I get tired of trying to solve all of the world’s problems. That would be an easy task, but the rest of the people of the world just won’t follow my instructions. So, we find ourselves in a messy election cycle, and a messy stock market scandal, and a messy political solution to the world financial problems. Soon it comes to the point where you just want to chuck it all and think about happier things.

The local blogs have an individual commenter that shows up sporadically and makes comments that some understand and others don’t. What scares me is I understand much of what she has to say. Some times I even find some inherent wisdom, that just speaks volume to me about something that I was just thinking about

I was just thinking that our lawmakers shouldn’t try so hard to lay the blame, or take the credit, for every political move they make. They should try to do a better job of representing the common American, the ones that they are supposed to represent, maybe they would come to and understanding of each other and be able to do their jobs.

So, needless to say, I was delighted to see a comment from Suzy Blah Blah. Her comments always seem to be topical and fairly close to what is being discussed, but she turns her comment into a delightful stream of, almost, incomprehensible babble. She is never mean or accusatory, she even tries to help the rats that chew up her water lines by putting out water bowls for them.

But I digress. What I’m getting around to saying is that is you look for wisdom in people you will probably find it. Something Suzy said stuck in my brain and it wouldn’t go away. What she said was probably unintentional, so it must be something in the way she thinks, which makes her seem to be a much better person in my eyes. This was taken from her comment in a reply, which I find worth saving to think about another day.

“love is always perfreeable to understanding anyway --except soemtimes i think maybe theyre close to the same thing…”

Suzy Blah Blah

Those of you who read and enjoy Shakespeare, or other great works of literature, probably spend a good part of your time pondering the meaning of what he said. So I will just leave you with a new, and original, work of literature to ponder. Personally, I printed it out 8”x10” and put it on my office wall. I intend to try and understand it a bit more someday.

One thing that I never do is discount another human being from what I see on the surface. Some of the most wise people that I have ever known, never graduated from grammar school. So I’m an expert I reading between the lines. Take the time to share other peoples wisdom.

Thanks Suzy!!! Drop a line anytime. (That's not what I mean, and you know it!)

Ernie

Who am I?

"Ernie, you may be registered as a Republican, but in[fact] you think like a Democrat."

I’ve been accused of that before. I’m probably an “Old School” Democrat, ala John Kennedy. But I haven’t seen many Democrats that I would trust lately. They seem to want to give everybody the shirt off my back. I’m not big on funding “the arts” or many of the outlandishly liberal social programs. The democrats always seem to be shifty-eyed and they always seem to have some hidden agenda that only they and their in-crowd friends know about, but their agenda seems to be hidden from view.

I believe in socialized education, and socialized healthcare, where everyone has the opportunity to be educated and healthy to the best of their ability. After that, if people don’t do something to support themselves, they can starve for all I care. And if they punch their brains out with drugs, they can just suffer the consequences.

I don’t like the Republican idea that everybody has to tremble in the presence of God or they can’t be trusted. I believe that I, in no way, have the right to tell a woman what to do about her pregnancy, and I’m not the one to decide what might be best for her or her baby. It would seem to me that any decisions that she might have to make would be hers, and hers alone, or whoever she might trust to help her make her decisions.

I don’t like the way that the Republicans think that only big business can be good for our country.

So, I guess that I’m not a Democrat or a Republican in the true sense of the words. But to register or vote for any other party would be to throw my vote away. So I am a registered Republican, because I have a tendency to be a fiscal conservative. I don’t like the Idea that Reagan gave away America’s businesses to other countries, and I don’t like the way he busted the unions and allowed deregulation.

Bush the daddy tried to give us NAFTA, but it was Clinton that pushed it through. I’m still not sure about Bush the baby, but I’m sure I don’t like his 700 billion dollar bailout.

I don’t like the way that the Democrats and Republicans align themselves against each other like each party is going to fight for our interests, when both parties are totally sold out to the big money interests that are going to finance their campaigns. They justify selling us down the river by saying that “You have to be able to compromise to get your way the next time”, when all they really do is protect the big money people.

So, I say again, there are two parties alright, they are called “Government” and “The People”. Somehow, and I don’t know how, we have to get back to “WE the People” being the Government. It seems so far away sometimes.

In France when they were told to “Eat Cake” they chopped their heads off and started over. I advocate a simpler do-over, but I do advocate a do-over.

Do you want America back?

Big Money runs this country and they have become so obscenely rich that they control our media and our politicians. Big Money can take out a rogue politician in less than a day.

So, what chance does the common working man or woman have? Those working people that produce everything tangible, who have become looked down upon by the rich and the MBAs and CEOs as disposable.

This is my campaign speech:
If I were the leader of this country you couldn’t get a college degree in anything until you have worked with your hands to build something useful or grow something edible, that course of study could be in anything that you wanted to pursue. That course would also have to include some hard physical labor that put some sweat on your brow and gave you some pride in what you accomplished. That course would be for a duration of at least twelve months of study.

Part of the college curriculum would include a course in ethics, and a term paper on why ethics are important in business, politics, international relations, and human relations. It would include the concept of taking care of those people less fortunate than ourselves, with the thought that they might be the ones taking care of us someday.

It would include a course on why there were once anti-trust and anti-monopoly laws, that prevented corporations from controlling us instead of us controlling them. “US” like in “We The People”.

We live in of the the most beautiful parts of the world, with one of the most pleasing climates. Now is as good of a time as any to start holding political fingers to the fire and start making them do what is right for the working people, and America in general!

Start screaming that you are tired of the rich, uncaring bastards giving working people a bad name, and picking their pockets. If they do bail out wall street, and unfortunately they will, make sure that there is something included in the package that bring jobs and working pride back to America.

America wasn’t built with MBAs and CEOs. It was built with the blood sweat and tears of the working man, and it was stolen from us and sold to foreign interests. I want it back. How about you?

Greedy Bastards!

Here George, I know it isn't much, but if enough of us get together, maybe we can bail out your greedy, rapacious, Rich-Bastard friends. I'll just think of it as another stupid investment, like a bunch of others that we've suffered recently.

I know that the folks that come here, come because of my gentle, unassuming and kind disposition, so any exception to that rule will shock most of you. I have a huge aversion to getting too deeply into politics, and the entire educated minutia that goes with that genre. I warn you now, that those of you with faint(weak) hearts should leave this posting! Those of you with feint(false) hearts, must leave now, because this post is not for you.

Most of the people of America are not Masters of Business Administration, nor do we have degrees in Political Science. Most of us don’t even have degrees in anything. Some us are darn lucky to have high school diplomas. Most of us are just gentle lambs, that simply provide the fleece that the fabric of the American Economy is made up of, and we depend on our caretakers to care for us, and the economy that keeps us alive.

But, I guess that was before our caretakers discovered cheap-assed Chinese fleece, that itches real bad, and kills a few of us, but we have been told that we are better off, because it makes our caretakers wealthy. Then we find our that our caretakers have sold the farm, and we are kinda' in the way now… and oh, by the way we are going to have to take your pen away, you are too stupid to be able to pay for it.

They say that an insane person can’t follow similes and metaphors, so we just lost a bunch of people in that last paragraph, so I’m going to have to assume that if you are still with me, that you are sane person and can understand a few simple concepts.

I have a friend that has a civil engineering degree, and his father was an investment banker, the family business was in finance and investments, so he decided to get a business degree on top of his engineering degree, he attended Harvard for about six weeks and decided that the focus of business administration was too much on “greed” and too little on “ethics”, so he dropped out. He has done quite well with his engineering degree, and high ethical standards. So, it can be done.

Now to get around to what I have to say: I am against Bushes bail-out! It does no good to enable a greed-addict, they won’t learn a thing. It is time for some tough-love, knowing full well that we are going to suffer as much as the rich bastards that put us in this position of financial failure.

We need to stop electing people that get in bed with the people that, Run-Wall-Street-to-their-own-advantage. We should, in no way, support the same people that caused “the mortgage melt-down” as they call it. We would have been far better off to have re-financed the poor “Stupid People, that bought house that they couldn’t afford”. Wall street thought that it would set a bad precedent to finance people that spent over their heads to put their families in a home.

Actually, what happened, is that there was such a brisk market in housing that the Wall Street funded corporations overbuilt them, and the housing prices dropped, so the bankers raised interest rates to fund THEIR losses. The poor “Stupid People” were paying over-priced interest on a, now, devalued home. The "Poor Stupid people" should have known better. (In case there are any insane people still reading. I was being facetious!) Honest, hard working people had their houses yanked out from under them!

It cost the American economy enormously to repossess those houses. The houses should have been refinanced at a current reasonable value and interest rate. What they did instead is kick people out. The houses are now setting empty, while the banks are paying MBAs to administer their losses. Refinancing the houses alone, would have saved the American economy, but no… we had to teach “the stupid people” a lesson. What I really think is, that the uber-riche bastards that run the major corporations and banks, thought that the economy would come back, and they could resell the houses at inflated prices! Which may still happen if we help them “bail out the economy”. After all, it will only cost the taxpayer 700 billion smackers. Think of it as a good investment!

Now that wall street is crashing, the investment company’s are going broke, and the people that ran them into the ground are bailing-out. Out, with FIFTY-MILLION-DOLLAR retirement packages. (They say that you have to pay that much to get people that really know what they are doing.) So, where are the Smart Bastards going to work now? Oh! I forgot! They are rich! They planned it that way! They don't have to work! They squirreled away enough money to take care of their whole family! It's only the "Stupid People" that have to suffer. The stupid people didn't get MBAs. They said that they "like to build things", like America for instance. The poor naive fools.

I’m probably stupid myself for thinking this, but if we have to suffer through another depression, I want to see that people that caused it to suffer too! The only problem is that I’m one of the poor sheep that wishes he knew how to bite like a wolf! Can you find “How to bite like a wolf” in the yellow pages?

I like to end things on a positive note, just to keep the good spirit alive. So what I would suggest is that we start thinking, seriously, about what we hear on the "News Service", and start taking what they say with a grain of salt. We don't have a single political figure in the whole Presidential election that hasn't sold out to Wall Street. If you don't believe me, just hide and watch. That's about as positive a note as I can hit today. Remember that I told you once, that character and ethics were important? Well I can't give you any good examples right now, but if you want to see what can happen when people without those qualities are allowed to run things, you need only look at where we are now.

Classic Saturday Night Live!

Saturday Night Live, with Jane Curtain and Dan Akroyd.

I'm not sure that my blog is rated for this kind of stuff, but if you wait until after ten o'clock to view it, then be sure to clear any children out of the room, it should be okay. I remember when this skit shocked the nation. "Jane you ignorant slut" was not in the script, it just rolled of of Dans tongue and producers thought that it was so funny that they left it in.

I'm sorry that you have to put up with a commercial first, but you might find that it is worth it!

Bloggers Picnic Sunday!

Okay, it looks like this Bloggers Picnic thing is really going to happen, so I want to say right here and now that I’m sorry for all of the mildly offensive things that I might have said, and I am beginning to really regret the really deeply offensive stuff that I’ve dished out, and those childish hurtful names that I’ve called people were all just in good fun, and I hope that no one took me too seriously, and to anybody that doesn’t like run-on sentences, tough! That’s called Poetic License

If anybody tried any of my acorn recipes and they didn’t turn out that good, hey it was just stuff that I passed on, anybody who has ever eaten an acorn has to know that they have a little after taste to them for two or three days, Get over it!

To all the girls that I flirted with, my wife is going to be there, so pretend that you don’t know me, Okay?

To all the people that were offended by my “Bullshistory“, the stories were at least partly true, and all I did was make them better! It’s not really lying.

Just because I’ve said that anonymous doesn’t have a right to exist, doesn’t mean that I really feel that way. I have several anonymous friends, so it’s not really like I’m not sensitive to their issues.

So, I guess now that I’ve made my apologies, and we are all friends again, I hope to see everyone at the picnic!

I swiped this off of Ekovox’s “299 Opine” Blog:

HUMBOLDT BLOGGERS COUNCIL
BLOGGERS PICNIC
Sunday, September 21st. 11am - 4pm
Rio Dell Fireman's Park.
(Corner of Wildwood Ave & Center Street)
(It's right downtown, you can't miss it)
Potluck Style -
You know what to bring...but, if you need guidance:
A-F: Main Dish
G-L: Salad
M-R: Dessert
S-Z: Drinks, Snacks or Appetizers,
Members with numbers in their title: B&M's Canned Brown Bread
There are some barbecue pits if the meat deal is to your liking
And, be sure to bring your own Plates, Cups & Utensils
Remember, bocce courts and miniature golf are within walking distance.

No joy in Mudville!

Remember a couple of Wednesdays ago I launched into a semi-scientific description of a love affair that I have with big glitzy machines? I even showed you a few pictures the Large Hadron Collider. I tried to make the description of the machine, and what it was going to do for us, simple enough that even I could understand it, with the hopes that you could share my joy in actually knowing part of what they were going to do with the Machine.

Remember, they were looking for the Higgs Boson, the little particle that has to be everywhere but it doesn’t weigh anything and they can’t detect it? Remember I didn’t use big words like “ubiquitous” just so we could understand? The Higgs Boson is known as the “God Particle” because it’s everywhere, but nobody has seen it.

Then in my next post I talked about the “Perfect Vacuum” and “Absolute Zero Degrees Fahrenheit”. Remember, I said that there was no such thing as an absolute vacuum, or absolute zero degrees? We talked a lot about that, so you could understand when the time came, how they were going to sling ionized particles around the Large Hadron, super magnetized, 17 mile diameter race track at near the speed of light. Remember, I said the there is no resistance to electricity at absolute zero degrees Fahrenheit?

I left all those descriptions just hanging out there so you could have that “serendipity moment” when you realize how they were going to scoot that itty bitty particle around the 17 mile track at nearly the speed of light, in nearly a complete vacuum, and at near zero degrees of temperature, and you would say; “Hey!!! I know about vacuums and zero degrees, and the speed of light. Wow, so that’s how they do it!”

Remember, I told you that I know something about cold, because I am a refrigeration Contractor?

Well the experiment failed, and they had to shut it back down. Know why? The refrigeration failed….

There is no joy in the world tonight….

Jim has discovered the enemy... it is us!

I found this posted back on the "Bush Doctrine", and Jim was afraid that it was "off-topic", and I was afraid that it was back where nobody would see it. So, I gave it it's own posting

Thanks for your thoughts Jim, I agree with you entirely, but I have a feeling that whoever did this will be caught and prosecuted. One can only hope!


Jim said...
I know this is off-topic, but think it deserves some conversation.
I can think of few other situations that demonstrate the mass duplicity of our own citizenry than the prevailing ho-hum indifference to the breach of Gov. Sarah Palin’s personal email account. I would say the same thing if it were Barak Obama who suffered this crime. No matter where you position yourself in the political spectrum, this crime is cause for grave concern by all of us, and the perpetration of the crime should be met with unrepentant outrage, not with the ravenous glee I see coming from so many places.

Here’s why: Because that could have been you or me. It could be our lives’ modest secrets and confidentialities, now spread across the vast reach of cyberspace — accessible to everyone! Even accessible now to media, who are, to my mind, complicit, not only because of their lack of outrage, but also because of their eagerness to pour through the contents of messages and publish them. These communications were not obtained by journalism, but were stolen, just as surely as if your car had been driven out of your garage and to an LA chop shop.

The media seems to be more concerned with any alleged, unfounded possibility of untoward activity in the emails than they are the reality of the clear, and present nature of the offense of the stealing a family’s private life. “Invasion” is part of a war, and this is a real INVASION of privacy, a war on all of us.

So we need to get mad.

I can tell you with certainty that if your private email account was compromised and its contents posted in some extremely public place, you would be furious, and you would also have to spend a great deal of time worrying about what you might have innocently written to someone, and the prospect that the contents might show up later.

We ought to be mad as hell — Democrat, Republican, or independent — about what’s happened to Gov. Palin. This should act as a catalyst for better laws and broader protections of our private lives from the invasion of snoops who are no better than terrorist. Because this is a form of terrorism.

Why is your email mailbox any less inviolable than your mailbox on your house? I don’t get it. Millions of people use email as a primary form of communication. Why aren’t people more outraged by what happened?

I remember reading George Orwell’s book, “1984,” when I was young, and thinking, ‘Could there be a society in which everyone’s private life was examined by a government that used the information to control its people.’ The book, and people subsequent reactions to it, may have prevented 1984 in some countries, though Big Brother — the KGB, the Stassi, and prior to that, the SS and Gestapo — existed, in Nazism and Communism.

Who would ever have suspected that the Big Brother of our privacy-seeking society would turn out to be individuals. The video from the spy cameras that damage people’s lives by glaring up from public bathrooms toilet bowl or hidden recesses of dorm rooms where students are unwittingly caught doing private things, are, without conscience, put up on YouTube, the default throne of the Unrestrained Populist Voyeur Kingdom. Stolen photos and communication are put up on websites run by unprincipled people, such as the website were Palin’s mail was posted.

More often now, it is private citizens — not the the NSA or the CIA — who hack into email accounts or monitor cellphone calls, or who gaze at the private records, emails, photos, and videos of unsuspecting people.

The surveillance that is intended to keep us safe, to keep us from being killed, is hotly debated and despised because the ‘GOVERNMENT’ is doing it. Yes, we’re actually fire-walled from the government by laws. If the government ever published, without judicial approval, the contents of a private citizen’s email, or transcripts of cell or land-line phone conversations, an unending flow of furore and condemnation would roll across the land for years to come.

It turns out, however, that the government has made laws to protect us from them. So it’s absolutely absurd when anyone to complains about government spying, remains silent about far damaging breeches of personal security, enacted by private citizens.

I believe that the contents of an email box should be just as sacred as the post office, and that there should be strong enforcement of stricter laws, if they are violated by hackers, WIFI “wardrivers,” cell-phone eavesdroppers, and the camera voyeurs.

Could Orwell have ever imagined that private citizens, not government, would pose the greatest threat to our privacy and put us all under a vile, uncontrollable microscope? Despite his pessimism about government, I believe Orwell wrote optimistically about the behavior of individuals.

He was wrong.

We have felt the breath of Big Brother on our necks, and when we turn to see who it is, there stands one of us.

The man in the moon.

Andy Kaufman was known as the "Man in the Moon". He was on of the most bizarre people that ever lived. His many zany personalities kept you on your toes. You never quite knew when he was serious, which was never.

He was the world champion "Inter-Gender wrestler". He would bet women a thousand dollars that he could beat them at wrestling. You always had to wonder if he was serious, and he never was.

He wrestled Jerry "The King" Lawler in an exhibition match in which Lawler broke Kaufman’s neck in a “piledriver” move. After that Andy wore a neck brace everywhere he went, and he tried to sue Lawler. Lawler would stalk and terrify Kaufman. I wasn’t revealed until twenty years later that his neck was really not broken, and it was all just part of the zany personality that Andy Kaufman had.

He would start out on stage so bad that you really felt sorry for him, that he would do one very, very outstanding impression, then go back to he timid, awful, awkward, stage act.

More on Andy Kaufman

Full Moon and Politics, Stangely Connected.

The Full Moon was lemon yellow at my house, what's up with that.
The following is for my liberal friends who think that I'm skating dangerously close to sounding like a... Shudder... Conservative.

The following was recorded during a "Vote for change" concert.

The Bush Doctrine

The White Rose is for the people that know what the White Rose society was. (Not my photo)

Okay, besides Sarah Palin and me, how many of you don't know what the Bush Doctrine is?

I know that I'm not an expert on politics, nor do I intend to become one, but this is an election year and maybe we should pay more attention. When Sarah Palin was asked what her opinion of the Bush Doctrine was, she was caught off guard about what it might be. I think that she knew about the philosophies that Bush advocated, but she simply didn't know that they were called a “Doctrine.”

The bush doctrine is:
...first articulated in 2002, which holds that the United States government should depose foreign regimes that represent a threat to the security of the United States, even if such threats are not immediate and no attack is imminent.

Okay, most of the people that come to this blog are more than reasonably intelligent people, and most have given us some very good opinions. It is difficult to know when one country should engage in war against another country, but I’m sure that all but the most rabid pacifist would, at some point, agree that war is a reasonable response to agression. We just don’t agree on what that point should be. Bush thinks we should attack any country that “represent a threat to the security of the United States”.

When the terrorist flew their planes into the Twin Towers, I felt that there was a need to retaliate. Most people of the United States agreed with me. We went after the Al Qaeda in Afghanistan, and by extension we went after the government of Afghanistan, because “You are either for us, or against us”.

All of the above is straightforward, and is understood by most people. When it gets fuzzy is when we went into Iraq, and after Saddam Hussein. We went into Iraq because they “represented a threat to the security of the united States”. But indeed, Iraq was found to be a “Hot-bed of Al Quada” and the skirmish there attracted more Al Qaeda to follow our troops. Here is some dicussion on the beating that they took at the hands of the free world troops: the demise of Al Qaeda in Iraq

And here is some more references on a couple of the main players if you like:
Osama Bin Laden
Saddam Hussein

We all desire peace and tranquility, and “the price of peace is eternal vigilance.”

We know that Appeasement didn’t work with Hitler, and two nuclear bombs turned Japan into one of our best ally’s.

With out getting into the rhetoric of who’s the best candidate and why, I would like to know what your “Personal Doctrine” would be if you were President. To be fair, I’m not sure what mine would be. This is one of those times when I would recommend that you post “anonymously” Unless you are particularly proud of your “Doctrine“. I really would like to see peace in the world, and I would like to see some good ideas from people like “us” on how to achieve it.

Honey Bee Mites

Varrora Mite, It looks like a tick.

It happened again! Last year I was in the middle of thinking about what an abundant year it was for acorns and pepperwood nuts, and Ben Schille made the comment that it was a “Mast Year”. A year with great abundance of nuts. This time, I was noticing that there were a lot of honey bees about, and wondering if it was my imagination, or if there really were more bees this year. Ben made the comment on Kym’s Blog that he had noticed that there are more bees than usual. He said: “I have lots of bees on my sunflowers. It’s great to see them back after the mite plague.“

So, why are there more bees this year, have they gained an immunity? I looked it up and the bees had more than just bee mites. Somehow the mites made the bees susceptible to bacteria and viruses also.

“This bee mite probably arose in the Eastern or Chinese Honey Bee population and hopped over to the United States in 1987. They quickly infested western or European honey bees. One sign of infection is the presence of bees with deformed wings. Also, sometimes seemingly healthy colonies become ill and the complete hive collapses in about two weeks.
"The native Chinese bees do not have the same problems," says Dr. Xiaolong Yang, post doctoral researcher in entomology and plant pathology, who raised bees in China. "I do not recall seeing deformed wing bees in the Chinese bee. Chinese honey bees have grooming behavior which can remove the mites from the bees. They get rid of the mites."

Have our bees gained an immunity to the bacteria and viruses, thus making it easier to survive, or have they learned to groom? Have they crossed with the Chinese bees that know how to groom? Anyway, I agree with Ben, It’s nice to “be” seeing them making a comeback!

Upon further research, I found the hilarious Answer... It is Serenhippity! The bee mite is killed by certain essential oils. "When varroa mites contact essential oils such as wintergreen, patchouli, tea tree oil, et al., mixed into oil or grease, they are killed on contact--usually within a few minutes."


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Physics Lesson.

There’s a moral to this story, and only a few will get it, so if you get bored somewhere near the middle, just speed-read until you get to the moral. I love stories with a “Moral”, it reminds me of the good old days when everybody spoke in parables.

Just like language snobs are a pain to me, because I don’t write good English, It bothers me when amateurs start talking about things being too warm or cold, so I get my turn to be a pain, because I am qualified! (Not to be a pain, but to explain hot and cold) I consider myself kind of a cold expert, being a refrigeration contractor and all.

First, there is no such thing as cold… Don’t go off on me yet!!! I know what you are thinking, and that’s not nice. But, there is no such thing as cold.

Everything has heat in it, clear down to 460 degrees below zero Fahrenheit. So, if there is any place that is 460 degrees below zero you can say it’s cold. Until then, it has heat… got it? Actually, because this is kind of scientific, and I know that there is some pretty smart people out there, I should tell you that absolute zero Fahrenheit is actually -459.67 degrees. Having cleared that up, now I’m an honest person again, but just for the sake of simplicity, we’re going to call it -460, okay?

At absolute zero all molecules stop moving, that’s because they have no energy. If you had a wire that was at absolute zero, electricity would flow through it endlessly, without any resistance at all. Anything at absolute zero is a super-conductor. But, don’t worry, nobody has gotten anything down to absolute zero yet, so all those thoughts about free energy are all wasted. Scientist’s have gotten things pretty close to absolute zero, and electricity flowed with way less resistance, but they never got to zero. Same as an absolute vacuum, there is no such thing. Even in outer space there are a few molecules floating around fouling up the otherwise perfect vacuum. So, absolute zero, and an absolute vacuum only exist in theory. That’s why we have what they call “theoretical scientists”, to study such abstractions. Hey, it a tough job, but somebody has to do it.

To explain heat to you, the English people invented a unit of heat that they called the British Thermal Unit. Most people just call it a BTU. It is the amount of heat that is used to heat one pound of water one degree Fahrenheit. So if you had one pound of water at absolute zero, and added one BTU of heat to it would become one degree warmer, and become -459 degrees. Actually you might have guessed that at -460 water is ice, so you are right about that. Now if you add 459 more BTUs, you would have zero degree ice, and if you add 32 more BTUs. You would have 32 degree ice.

Now for the fun part, if you add 100 BTUs you will still have thirty two degree ice, in fact you will have to add 144 BTUs to melt one pound of ice into thirty two degree water. The 144 BTUs of heat that it takes to melt 1 pound of ice is called the latent heat of fusion.

So, now you have invested 1,146 BTUs of heat to make yourself a glass of ice water. Are you beginning to see that there is no such thing as cold. If you add 180 more BTUs you will have boiling water. Then you will have to add 970 BTUs to turn your boiling water to steam. By then you will have added 2,296 BTUs of heat to your water to turn it to vapor. The 970 BTUs are called the latent heat of vaporization.

If you are still with me and not bored spitless, you should also know that there is no “up or down” when it comes to expressing temperature. Temperature is expressed as hotter or less hot. There is no such thing as cold, remember. If you ask me to “turn up your freezer” I will have no idea what you mean, I won’t know if you want it hotter or less hot. So, to be polite I might ask you something like: “What is the temperature now, and what would you like it to be.” When you say: “I don’t know, just turn it down” I will ask you if it’s to warm. “Warm” is kinda’ okay to use because it doesn’t acknowledge that cold exists, and that’s a good thing. So I will turn your freezer a few degrees less warm.

I judge everyone by how well that I think that they might be at building a refrigerator, so most people look pretty bad to me. Everybody uses a refrigerator, or a freezer and everybody knows what temperature that they are the most comfortable at, but few people are experts. Most people are real nice and they deserve to be treated decently, so I don’t correct them about there being no such thing as cold when they make that mistake. As you might guess I spend a lot of time not correcting people that make that mistake, and I know that most people are nice to me and don’t tell me that I don’t use very good English, so I guess that it all works out.

I guess the moral would be that we are all good at different things, and we are all deserving of respect. And you got a very simple physics lesson for free. Cool… I mean “not warm“, right?

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Large Hadron Collider

Click photos to enlarge:

God, I do love machines. They always work in the same ways, they are always predictable, and they always produce a change in the world to some degree. One of the world’s most intriguing machines right now is the Large Hadron Collider. The 10 billion dollar machine project was first planned in 1984. The collider is installed in a 17-mile circular tunnel, deep under Switzerland. The reason that I say “God” I do love machines, is because they are trying to determine where all the matter in the universe came from. They are searching for the “God Particle”. They call it the “God Particle” because it is everywhere, but it is, so far, undetectable.

From associated Content: “The Higgs Boson theory was created by Professor Peter Higgs in 1964 to try to explain how particles actually gather mass. Higgs proposed that an electromagnetic background field must exist and that particles, once they pass through it, attain mass. But the Higgs Boson, derogatorily referred to as the "god particle," has eluded scientific discovery. Researchers are hoping that the Hadron super collider will settle the question of the "god particle" once and for all.

Other questions the LHC hopes to answer are whether or not parallel universes may exist and what actually constitutes "dark energy" and "dark matter," believed to constitute 96% of the known universe.”

Okay, I won’t pretend to know what they are doing, but some scientist’s fear that they may activate a black hole, that may suck the whole universe back into it, but Steven Hawking says that there is nothing to worry about:

“…there's no threat from little black holes. If such black holes were to be created by a chance cosmic ray, for example, their runaway growth would be most evident from feasting on the super-dense matter of white dwarfs and neutron stars, but there are plenty of those stars that are very old.”

Suddenly, I’m reassured by all of those stars in the sky! But, it does bother me that they seem to be winking. They say that this machine wont be up to full power for a year yet, so maybe it is to soon to relax.

We must have more collider research that goes on around here, I’ve seen numerous places that had huge tunnels built into the ground, that had large power lines going into them. I expect that they will find the “God Particle” right here in Humboldt County!

Another thing that occurred to me, that if they do find where the “God Particle” came from back at the Big Bang, and it did cause a black hole. Was it caused by a collider that they were experimenting with? That sucked the universe wrong-side-out, and we are about the be sucked back through the hole, and become a negative universe again?

But, don’t you wish that you had a collider under your house? You could have one for only eight to ten billion dollars. Wouldn’t it be worth it to maybe see God?

Cool Dog!

107 degrees outside, 50 degree air coming out of "twizzles vent".

Okay! I'll admit that there may be global warming. But, I'm not about to admit that it is in any way my fault!

Maybe the Indians were the first bloggers.

Click on photo to enlarge. Photo by Robin Shelly.

This is a reprint of an article that I sent to The Redwood Times

There is a Round Rock on a road, a few miles north of Laytonville. On that rock is what we used to call “Indian Writing”. I recall that the rock was quite intact and well detailed when I was a kid. I was deeply offended, for my own personal reasons, that people have chipped artifacts and writing off the rock. I can only imagine how the Indian people feel.

All human beings like to communicate… Bear with me here because this gets a little crazy and weird, and maybe a little irreverent, because nobody really knows. But, maybe it was started by Little Running Fox, or someone with a name like that. He scratched on the rock as fancy as he could, like carving his initials plus hers on a tree, but instead to really impress his sweet little girlfriend he carved them on a rock. He pledged his eternal love to Little Spotted Fawn.

Then, when Little White Rabbit saw what had happened, she went and told on Little Running Fox, because she was so jealous! Chief Big Smoke told little Running Fox to knock it off, and to quit scratching up the rocks, and that The Great Spirit in the sky didn’t like his rocks being all scratched up.

Little Running fox went out into the woods with his feelings hurt, and in his embarrassed anger, he swore that he would grow up and become the Indian Chief of all the north coast, and as the first declaration of his mighty Chiefdom, he would pass a rule that all little kids could scratch on the rocks all that they wanted to.

And lo, little Running Fox Grew up to become Chief Standing Wolf. He was to become the most powerful Chief that the north coast had ever known, and true to his word his first declaration to all the children of the land was to go forth and decorate all of the smooth rocks, in any way that they wished to. Soon they learned that in their travels to the sea and back inland, that other little Indian kids had left messages on the rocks for their girlfriends and boyfriends from other tribes.
Having gained this great knowledge of how to communicate on rocks, the adults started leaving the history of where this years great hunting and fishing could be found. Some of the Indian people were not as good at rock carving as others, but the great chief declared that it made no difference how the Rock was carved, as long as we knew what it said. Soon, Eel River Ermine was telling fishing tales of great interest to all that passed. Soon word got to them from the Oregon tribe, about how Oregon Wolverine killed eight bear with eight arrows. EchoFox wrote about tying four stings to a hollow log and made wonderful sounds with them.

Great Chief Standing Wolf married Spotted Fawn and they had many children. They never counted how many children that they had or how old they became. Because how well you lived life was more important.

Chief Standing Wolf died a very old and wise man and he was to become the most loved Indian chief ever, ever.

Few people today know it, but the rock beside the road was the first rock that Standing Wolf carved on. It would be a shame to see such a legend end, from people chipping at Standing Wolfs great words.

Epilogue:
This story is not true! The rock is real, and it is defaced. It was written from my history and compiled out of things from my past. When I was just a child of about eight, I had a little girlfriend that I would meet on the hill behind the house. Being a child of great chivalry, I would meet her at the “Old Pine Tree”, way more than half way. Either that, or I was much more anxious to see her than she was to see me.

If I arrived, and she couldn’t meet me, I would leave a note in the pine bark. If she was there and I wasn’t, she would leave a note in the pine bark. Imagine my distress when one day the tree was destroyed in a fire. Standing wolf was wise to use rocks to write on because they don’t burn. He never imagined that vandalism would ever be allowed. And as you might guess, the vandals are anonymous.

It's not for naught.

One of the things that I really like about writing this blog, is every now and then somebody really “gets It”. They know exactly what you are talking about, and it will bring back some memories for them, or fill in some of what they missed. Every now and then I think that; wow, I just wasted a whole bunch of time writing that, because nobody gets it, and nobody knows what I’m talking about. Then I get a letter like the following, and it adds to my memories and expands some of what I said. The lady below knows what I mean about the loggers that had a song in their hearts and it came out every Saturday night. Thanks for writing Nancy. there are still a lot of old loggers that still live here. If you have any logging tales that you would like to share with us, please dive in. anytime, or anyplace is appropriate. We don’t stand on any form of formality on this blog.

She left her reply on the post "Jolly Johns Gyp Joint"

Nancy said...
“I'm writing my late husband's bio for the grandkids. He was one of the Arkies that arrived in Garbervile in 1951 with sawmill experience from Van Buren Co, Arkansas (Dennard,Clinton). After the Army tamed him, I met him at SRJC. (I was born and raised in Sonoma County.) He died in 1990 and I loved reading your account because it fleshes out my memories of his stories. At one point during the workless days of rainy wintertime, he played in a band in one of these joints. "We'd pass the hat..only to learn later the clinking sounds were pennies, nuts, bolts, washers.. etc. When the fight started, and it always started, we'd throw our instruments under the table and get in front of them. Our skin would grow back, but them instruments were hard to replace. I recall he talked about Sprowel Creek and living at Layontonville once. He was fond of saying, "If you didn't like the mill you worked for you could quit,take your dinner pail and have a better job before dinner (Arkie name for lunch).I know that Garberville was the center of the universe during those years. In 1972 I found an envelope in Dennard, Arkansas home we had just bought from another Arkie who worked on Sprowel Creek. The envelope's return address was a Garberville accountant who did the taxes for the Arkie. The accountant was the older brother of my next door neighbor in Petaluma, CA. Small world in 1952..I knew the accountant. In 1962I married the Arkies. In 1972 I found the letter that link us all together.Most of these Arkies moved down to Willets before 1954. So glad to find this blog through Google. My dad loved fishing the Eel River and we vacationed at Richardson Grove. I remember driving old 101 in our 39 Chevy with huge log trucks with ONE log hugging us on all sides. Nancy , Ark.”