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My life’s blessed at the moment having my bud, Eddie, available to kick around finding fixes for the unfixable. In this instance, all that broken plumbing and wastewater damage blowing the tires did on the RV. That stuff’s made of a material monikered, ABS, which was never intended to be repaired. Plastics, nylon, nothing much easily available attaches to it and the hardware stores don’t carry anything much in the plumbing department made of ABS.
But ABS does attach nicely to other ABS if a person can find some.
Eddie did some web searches to find out what products might be made of ABS to be ravaged for the purposes of converting them to RV wastewater heaven. One turned out to be old computer monitors. So he dug around until he found one.
Yesterday we examined the old monitor to make certain the flat area on the side would be large enough to make a patch to cover the hole broken in the greywater tank on the RV. Then we took a waste piece of RV broken plumbing pipe, scarified it, scarified the potential monitor, and doctored both with purple ABS goo cement.
Voila! Yes. You heard me right. Voila.
That flat surface on the side of that monitor’s going to RV wastewater heaven, holding back the forces of darkness, undergoing reincarnation, likely providing a whole new US cottage industry in the future.
Damned monitors all over the US now have something to aspire to.
Posted in 2013, America, Communication, Country Life, Education, Science, Senior Citizens
Tagged country life, culture, economy, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, recycleing, RV plumbing, science, senior citizens, society, sociology, wastewater
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Hi readers. When something doesn’t march lockstep to scientific theory it’s superstition. So a lot of what honest-to-goodness scientists spend their time doing is finding out whether what they’re observing is superstitious or not.
Scientific investigation reveals most, but not all flies here are superstitious.
I was having a plague of flies around the door to the RV because of the cat food in bowls inside the door. The neighbor told me he’d had good luck running most of the flies off by putting water in baggies and hanging them around.
Approximately 2.749% of the flies at this location are scientific, allowing them to rest in the vicinity of the RV surface.
“Hmmmm. Superstitious flies he’s got up there,” thinks I. “Wonder if it’s the same breed trying to eat the cat food.”
Though a few scientific flies do come to rest around the door, sometimes on the baggies, they appear to be stupider than superstitious flies. They’re one hell of a lot easier to swat.
So naturally I gave it a try. Swarms of hundreds of flies are darting around ten feet from the door but not approaching. These are obviously the superstitious flies.
Naturally being a scientific sort of guy I don’t pay much heed to superstitious flies. But the scientific ones piss me off enough to swat them because the theories they guide their lives by aren’t the same ones I’ve memorized to say to people.
Posted in 2013, Science
Tagged animals, country life, culture, Education, environment, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, philosophy, psychology, science, society, sociology
The part about rolling it in little balls had scientists tearing their hair out. Putting periscopes under the partitions trying to catch someone doing it.
If they’d looked at the floor they could have solved it decades earlier.
Hi readers. Scientists have finally solved one of the most puzzling mysteries of the 20th Century. The poem beginning, “The men who write upon these walls,” found on the stall partitions in Mens’ rooms was a phenomenon more pervasive than the “Kilroy was here” riddle of the WWII era.
Now they can finally settle down to studying why the magnetic poles of earth wander around from hell to breakfast.
Posted in 2013, Human Behavior, Nature, Science
Tagged animals, country life, culture, environment, Human Behavior, humor, Life, Nature, science, society, sociology
Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Boswell told the story of how he and Johnson were in a group with a lot of aristocrats when a woman sitting near Johnson passed noisy gas. She immediately began rubbing her own leg against a table leg to create the illusion the noise was a friction sound vibration resulting from the two legs in two-part harmony.
“We heard you the first time, Lady. You don’t have to find something that rhymes with it,” Johnson pointed out.
Which sums up a lot of the problems we human beings have trying to solve what we believe are our major issues on any day. We fudge on our rhymes. On big issues we’re especially bad about boxing ourselves into lousy rhymes.
For instance, after Roosky peasantry had been beaten and starved by their aristocrats a few hundred years they wanted to find something that rhymed with the French Revolution. They talked about it endlessly, batted it around, finally created a poem with rhyme and rhythm of their own.
But it took Joe Stalin to write the last stanza. The one about Napoleon.
For some reason that particular poem always ends with Napoleon. Evidently no way of avoiding it.
Today in the US and a lot of the world the folks in power are trying to find something that rhymes with Edward II and the Dispensers. The folks who aren’t in power are trying to find something that rhymes with the American Revolution. And both agree there’s a sidebar hope of finding something that rhymes with the crusades.
You don’t hear much out of Washington DC about Edward II and the Dispensers these days, but you see a lot of attempts to find things that rhyme with it. But nobody’s doing much thinking about the final stanza of that one, either.
For the ones trying to find the US Constitution behind trees and under rocks, the final stanza to the American Revolution was probably the Civil War.
I can’t recall the final stanza of the Crusades, but I suspect a piece of it had to do with the massacre and looting of the Templars [and Edward II and the Dispensers].
When human beings passed gas back in the time of Johnson, or Edward II, or the French Revolution I’m betting it smelled and sounded pretty similar to when they do it today. We aren’t much better at rhyming today than we were then.
Posted in 2013, Education, Government, Human Behavior, Science
Tagged Boswell, crusades, Dispensers, Edward II, flatulence, french revolution, History, revolution, Russian Revolution
The sun’s magnetic field is about to flip
Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Praying up Old Sol this morning He brought up a sensitive issue we’re all going to have to try to work with. Hurting the feelings of Old Sol might not be wise at this stage of the game.
Old Sol: Now that you’re finally recognizing that the United States is My Chosen People instead of that bunch of imposters over in the Middle East there are a couple of things we ought to get straight.
Me: I’m pretty much up for anything. Is this a good time for you?
Old Sol: It’s okay. I’ve got a little time right now. Later on I’ll have My people call your people to hammer out the details.
Me: So what’s on your mind?
Old Sol: Well, it’s about this Old Sol thing, and about He. That’s been okay for the past eleven years, but it’s about to change. It won’t be long before I’m a She instead of a He.
Me: Hmmmm. It’s going to take some getting used to. I suppose we can work it in somehow. We’ve changed all kinds of other things during the past generation.
Old Sol: Actually it’s not just the He and She thing. There’s more to it. A male doesn’t mind being called old. But I’m about to be female gender, and having My Chosen People throwing around the word ‘Old’ probably won’t be the best way of keeping things straight and level.
Me: Wow. I hadn’t thought about that.
Old Sol: That’s the reason I’m bringing it up. Old Lady Sun, Mama Sun, Mama Sol, none of those would be prudent under the circumstances. Allowances can be made for slips using He because human habits are just not easy to change. But flippancy could cause some anger.
Me: Sheeze. Okay. I’ll have my people call your people.
Posted in 2013, America, Astronomy, Science, Spirituality
Tagged culture, environment, Events, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, NASA, philosophy, polar reversal, psychology, science, society, sociology, solar magnetic field
Hi Readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Amazing isn’t it? In all human history only one person has ever undeniably and inescapably predicted the future.
Predicted the tanks, machine guns, the mustard gas shells of WWI. Predicted the Manhattan Project, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Chernobyl, the Cold War of Mutually Assured Destruction. Predicted Agent Orange, DDT, sheep cloning, genetic engineering of agricultural products. Biological warfare. Thalidomide babies.
And who was it? Nostradamus? Nah. He never predicted anything anyone could understand.
The prophetess was Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. Married poet Percy Shelley even though he was married to another woman. Stayed married to him long enough so’s the wife #1 suicided, so she had him all to herself.
And in 1817 wrote the novel, Frankenstein. The book that understood what would happen when you turned human beings loose on something as dangerous as science.
Amazing. Predicted the Doctor Frankenstein hidden inside the human psyche would emerge when egomaniac academians piddle around in scientific laboratories.
Sarcastic Science, she would like to know,
In her complacent ministry of fear,
How we propose to get away from here
When she has made things so we have to go
Or be wiped out. Will she be asked to show
Us how by rocket we may hope to steer
To some star off there, say, a half light-year
Through temperature of absolute zero?
Why wait for Science to supply the how
When any amateur can tell it now?
The way to go away should be the same
As fifty million years ago we came—
If anyone remembers how that was
I have a theory, but it hardly does.
Posted in Books, Science
Tagged Books, culture, Education, History, Human Behavior, humor, philosophy, poems, science, society, sociology, technology
2013 Tooth Fairy with Radioactivity Sniffer Dog
If you’re like me you probably wonder why the Tooth Fairy changed so much since we were kids. It was the Baby Tooth Survey did it. Here’s what happened:
When the Commandant of the National Tooth Fairy Regiment died of cancer in 1963 a lot of traitorous whining wimps in Missouri started crying about the fact the US Government was dropping hydrogen bombs on itself to pre-emptively protect itself in case someone else should drop nukes on Nevada and New Mexico.
Baby Tooth Survey
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Baby Tooth Survey was initiated by the Greater St. Louis Citizens’ Committee for Nuclear Information in conjunction with Saint Louis University and the Washington University School of Dental Medicine as a means of determining the effects of nuclear fallout in the human anatomy by examining the levels of radioactive material absorbed into the deciduous teeth of children.
Founded by the husband and wife team of physicians Eric and Louise Reiss, along with other scientists such as Barry Commoner, the research focused on detecting the presence of strontium-90, a cancer-causing radioactive isotope created by the more than 400 atomic tests conducted above ground that is absorbed from water and dairy products into the bones and teeth given its chemical similarity to calcium. The team sent collection forms to schools in the St. Louis, Missouri area, hoping to gather 50,000 teeth each year. Ultimately, the project collected over 300,000 teeth from children of various ages before the project was ended in 1970.
Preliminary results published by the team in the November 24, 1961, edition of the journal Science showed that levels of strontium 90 in children had risen steadily in children born in the 1950s, with those born later showing the most increased levels. The results of a more comprehensive study of the elements found in the teeth collected showed that children born after 1963 had levels of strontium 90 in their baby teeth that was 50 times higher than that found in children born before the advent of large-scale atomic testing. The findings helped convince U.S. President John F. Kennedy to sign the Partial Nuclear Test Ban Treaty with the United Kingdom and Soviet Union, which ended the above-ground nuclear weapons testing that placed the greatest amounts of nuclear fallout into the atmosphere.
A set of 85,000 teeth that had been uncovered in storage in 2001 by Washington University were given to the Radiation and Public Health Project. By tracking 3,000 individuals who had participated in the tooth-collection project, the RHPR published results in a 2010 issue of the International Journal of Health Service that showed that the 12 children who later died of cancer before the age of 50 had levels of strontium 90 in their stored baby teeth that was twice the level of those who were still alive at 50.
After that things seemed to settle down okay for a while. Then came Three-Mile Island and Chernobyl. Tooth Fairies were dying off like flies. Gums rotting away, skin peeling off them like overcoats.
Fact is, we almost lost the whole kaboodle of Tooth Fairies when the Japanese started dumping all the radioactivity they could scrape together and sending it into the atmosphere headed for Alaska, California, Washington and Oregon. Pumping water hotter than a two-dollar pistol into the Pacific Ocean.
Tooth Fairy recruitment programs went to zilch. Finding new Tooth Fairies to replace the ones getting the blind staggers was tougher than the Mother Church trying to find women willing to be nuns.
Luckily, the US Military and the National Academy of Multi-Layered Police Forces, comprising about half the US population, came to the rescue. Provided pistols to be held to the temples of potential Tooth Fairies who were trying to take French leave from the job. But to compensate, providing body armor and radioactivity sniffing dogs to help the ones still able bodied enough to slip into a bedroom at night and reach under a pillow for a tooth stay alive longer.
Saved again by the police and the US military and mercenary forces.
Posted in 2013, America, Animals, Current Issues, Education, Government, History, Human Behavior, Police, Science, US Army
Tagged baby teeth, Chernobyl, culture, dental, Education, environment, Health, History, Human Behavior, humor, Japan nuclear, military, nuclear, politics, psychology, science, society, sociology, technology, teeth, Tooth Fairy, tooth survey, US Army
Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
During the 1950s wisdom used to bunch itself up and spread itself around at the local barber shops. That’s where I first learned God was going to destroy us the way He did the Tower of Babel and for the same reasons. The USSR had just put Sputnik 1 into orbit. Too damned high in the sky to be tolerated by God.
That barber shop was also where I first learned all this uproar about radiation was a damned Communist lie intended to scare everyone out of their wits. The proof of it was just around the corner of the square at the shoe store. They had a machine over there where you could put your foot in and they’d shine radiation on it so’s you could look right through your shoes at the bones of your feet.
Anyone dying from it? Anyone getting sick? Heck no!
That shoe store had it all over J.C. Penny Company because of that machine. We kids would go in there and they’d let us look at our feet anytime we wanted to. And when shoes were to be bought the salesman could look through the viewer on one side, mama look through it on the other, and the kid through the third. The salesman could then point with the pointer that the shoe wasn’t squeezing the toes, or was, etc. Everyone loved that machine.
But government interference ruined it, same as it ruins everything else. They made them take that machine out of there so nobody could look at his feet anymore.
Here’s what the sissie fuddyduddies say was the reason:
“Although most of the dose was directed at the feet, a substantial amount would scatter or leak in all directions. Shielding materials were sometimes displaced to improve image quality, to make the machine lighter, or out of carelessness, and this aggravated the leakage. The resulting whole-body dose may have been hazardous to the salesmen, who were chronically exposed, and to children, who are about twice as radiosensitive as adults. Monitoring of American salespersons found dose rates at pelvis height of up to 95 R/week, with an average of 7.1 R/week. (Up to ~50 mSv/yr, avg ~3.7 mSv/yr effective dose) A 2007 paper suggested that even higher doses of 0.5 Sv/yr were plausible. The most widely accepted model of radiation-induced cancer posits that the incidence of cancers due to ionizing radiation increases linearly with effective (i.e. whole-body) dose at a rate of 5.5% per Sv.
“Years or decades may elapse between radiation exposure and a related occurrence of cancer, and no follow-up studies of customers can be performed for lack of records. Without such an epidemiological study, it is impossible to conclude whether this machine actually caused any harm to customers. Three shoe salespersons have been identified with rare conditions that might be associated with their chronic occupational exposure: a severe radiation burn requiring amputation in 1950, a case of dermatitis with ulceration in 1957, and a case of basal cell carcinoma of the sole in 2004.“
Those guys sharing their wisdom at the barber shops are mostly all dead now. I’m guessing if a person wants to get smart in Portales he has to go to a hair stylist. Can’t help wondering what they’re talking about in those places.
Posted in 1950's, America, Government, History, Human Behavior, Nature, Portales, Science, Senior Citizens
Tagged cancer, carcinoma, culture, Education, environment, Health, History, Human Behavior, humor, Nature, radiation, science, shoe fitting xray, society, sociology, sputnik, technology, xray
Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
Tom, the retired USAF colonel who occupied the office next to me in the bomb shelter of the old National Guard HQ in Santa Fe, NM, should have known a lot about radioactivity. He spent the entire Cuban Missile Crisis camped under the wing of his B-47 bomber. Had all kinds of tales about the flight maneuvers a pilot had to perform to drop a hydrogen bomb and come away in one piece.
The New Mexico Emergency Planning and Management Bureau [EMPAC] was all housed in that bomb shelter. Most of the section chiefs were retired colonels, except my humble self, and Louis, head of Radiation Control. When nothing was going on there’d always be a few of us gathered in one office or another telling and listening to interesting experiences in our varied pasts.
So when Tom found his travel schedule was going to coincide with the one-day-per-year the Trinity Site where the first atomic bomb was detonated allowed visitors, we all envied him. He was gone a week travelling all over the State, and a few days after he returned several of us gathered in his office to hear all about it.
Naturally there’d been a nice dog and pony show at an old ranch house from the time a mile or so away, now converted to oversight center. Then, off to ground zero.
Tom described how it was all bare sand and soil, how they’d scraped away all the green glass that used to cover the spot. How visitors were warned not to pick up any of that green glass if they should find a piece.
So when his glance downward showed him a piece of that green glass peeking out of the sand near his foot, of course he had to tie his shoe. Slipped it into his pocket. Gave us all a sly smile when he pulled it out and held it in his palm.
Wow! A piece of green glass from the first nuclear detonation on earth! We all wanted to hold it. Passed it around, all except Louis. Our Rad Control section head. He stepped back a pace when his turn came to hold it.
“I’d like to put an instrument on that.” Louis had access to plenty of instruments, had more than a thousand of them spotted all over New Mexico. Part of the mission of his section was going around changing the batteries on those Geiger Counters regularly.
He was out the door and back while the rest of us waited in mild curiosity. The glass was back on Tom’s desk and Louis clicked the power switch. Didn’t actually have to get too near with the probe to peg the needle. Didn’t have to put on the headset to hear the buzz. We all heard it.
Louis had a straight shot at the doorway and he was first out. Followed closely by everyone but Tom. He just sat staring at that piece of green glass. Probably wondering what the hell to do with it.
I’ve always wanted to visit the Trinity Site, but I never got around to it. Even when I was living several years just up the road from it.
Posted in 1940's, 1990's, Adventure, America, Education, Emergency Preparedness, Gambling, Government, History, Human Behavior, Military, New Mexico, NM, Science
Tagged atomic bomb, civil defense, culture, Education, geiger counter, Human Behavior, humor, Manhattan Project, Nature, nuclear, nuclear weapon, psychology, radiation, radioactivity, science, society, sociology, technology, trinity site