Sheeze. Hi readers . Sometimes I disgust myself, make no sense whatever.
Went out to the tire place this morning and ordered two each 10 ply 16.5 inch tires to arrive Wednesday and have mounted before I even know whether I’m going to kick the bucket before I can wear them out. Jumped the gun something awful, but it feels okay, me betting the Universe I can drive on those tires long enough to justify having them before the Universe can draw a tight bead on me and squeeze off a round.
Meanwhile I’m figuring to hear from the VA around Wednesday setting me up for a sawbones to look me over, poke me here and there, tell me to stick out my tongue and say “Ahhh.” Once that’s accomplished he’ll offer up a theory of what I’d least like to hear from a person in his position and watch my facial expressions to decide whether he needs to trump it.
Generally the whole situation’s seeming better than it did a week ago, though. Haven’t been toking the oxygen machine nights, generally been getting all the hyperventilating under control, thinking whatever it was happened was just some damned trick of anomalyism trying to rob my macho.
And hells bells, I’ve got a couple of new tires coming down the pike I have to live long enough to wear out. Hell of a deal.
Got me and address here in Andrews, too, right here on the west coast of Texas, so’s to be able to be a Texas resident dangeriously close to the boundary with New Mexico.
Psychomosomatic heart attacks and similarly life-threatening imaginary events can be a blessing. Boots a man off his ass and gets him out there betting against the Universe, buying tires and sneering into the future with reckless aplomb.
Posted in 2013, Adventure, America, New Mexico, NM, Texas
Tagged country life, health care, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, New Mexico, philosophy, politics, senior citizens, society, sociology, survival
A person can sit right at home indoors and use these. Doesn’t have go to into the woods, nothing.
A couple of days ago when I opened the package Jeanne sent I thought at first it was the best birthday present I ever got my entire life. But as I thought on it I remembered the Victorinox Swiss Army Lensatic Compass my ex-wife gave me on my 45th birthday. [Pictured under 'Compass' section of the Survival Book link above]
Okay. There can only be one absolute no-questions-asked-no-prisoners-taken best birthday present a person ever got. The compass ain’t giving up its position of prominence.
She sent a box of the metal ‘Zebras’ too. They get lost worse than one sock of a pair. I like the ones you see in the background, black, which I’ve had a longish while, but they’re a bit thickset and rounded on the edges. Plus they break.
But how about them damned spoons? Out there the other side of three-score-and-ten spoons step in and declare themselves.
Posted in 2013, America, Senior Citizens
Tagged Asian, culture, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, psychology, senior citizens, society, sociology, spoons, technology, utensils
After two years the band will need replacement. Odor, not wear will motivate you. At three years the steel-appearing case begins to dissolve. Underneath is a rough synthetic material which, when exposed to shirt sleeves, wears them out.
Several years ago, five years if memory serves, I bought this watch because my previous Timex Expedition refused to turn loose of the stem when I tried to set in the new DST time. I forced it and the watch upchucked the entire stem.
I saw this one coming. The case is far advanced toward dissolving entirely. I never mess with the stem until time change because I like to get as many minutes and hours out of my watches as possible.
But Jeanne sent me an email yesterday telling me it’s time change time again. So around 3 am pre-time change I woke, stepped outdoors to pee, and glanced at my watch. Remembered I needed to change the time.
Yawn. Began fighting to pull the stem out just enough to set the watch. Stuck. Got my pocket knife, pried it out, just a little. Date window spun, hands of the watch thumb their noses at me.
Sheeze. Found a small pair of needle nose pliars. Carefully carefully carefully pull the stem. Spang! Whole damned stem-rod came out.
So it seems I’m going to be visiting the WalMart watch department. Find me a new damned Timex Expedition. They’re up to $28.95 on Amazon. Probably save a bit a week from now when they have their DST replacement sale.
Posted in 2013, America
Tagged culture, DST, edaylight saving time, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, psychology, society, sociology, technology, timex, timex expedition
Snowden made a grave sacrifice for you, me, us. He was a person who knew all about computers, electric telephones, all kinds of technology things and what’s going on with FaceBook and Yahoo News and blogs.
He knew when you look down the isles in grocery stores and see people squinting at cans, plastic bags, bottles in one hand, talking on cell phones in the other, the NSA was listening. Recording. Storing. Every word. Every background noise. Preserving it for the future.
Snowden worried about that because every moment a million calls between the same sorts of people as those in the grocery store isles are also being recorded, listened to, stored, preserved. Along with the background noises.
And Snowden knew at a visceral level that anyone who’d want to listen to those calls, record them, store them, could only be profoundly insane. And anyone working for the profoundly insane person who conceptualized it would also soon be insane after being exposed to the prospect, the concept and the reality.
Snowden also knew countless millions of happy faces and inspiring thoughts fly around the internet every moment. Billions of inspiring platitudes. Trillions of “I heart my [fill in blank]” messages and touching pictures of puppies, kittens, and baby whales.
Snowden knew no nation could survive the onslaught of such chaos except by trying to ignore it. Listening, recording, storing it to preserve it for the future is the most dangerous activity in the history of mankind, and not only because it’s being done by sociopaths, psychopaths and otherwise osterized brains. Noone, Snowden knew, in his right mind would ever even consider such a thing.
Snowden had to try to save the planet.
Posted in 2013, America
Tagged culture, economy, Education, government, Human Behavior, humor, leaks, Life, lifestyle, NSA, science, snowden, society, sociology, Surveillance, survival, technology
A lot of you probably think the world would have been just as good a place if Napoleon’s troops hadn’t shot the nose off the Sphinx practicing with artillery in 1799. You might even think if they’d just stayed home in France and shot the noses off every Frenchman they could catch the world would be better off?
In the interest of science, Napoleon’s troops couldn’t know what would happen up there without shooting some artillery at it to find out. Same as Hiroshima and Nagasaki later on. Theories are worthless unless they’re tested.
Well, you’d be wrong. Napoleon’s troops did just the right thing blowing off the nose of Sphinx.
Keep in mind, these were Frenchmen. All they knew how to do at that point was try to take the heads off whatever got in the way. But they saved the Sphinx. If they’d left it alone until the British took over in 1802 the Sphinx would be in London. Housed in a wonder-of-the-world-sized British Museum. Same as everything else the British could haul off from every country they ever conquered.
Once Napoleon’s troops finished nobody every had to do it again. Anyone with half-an-eye could see what would happen if you shot the Sphinx in the nose with a piece of 1799 field artillery.
And most importantly, Sphinx was flawed. By 1802 when the British took Egypt they’d become selective, only stealing the most perfect artifacts. Sphinx got to stay home in Egypt because of French artillery practice.
Which didn’t happen to the Rosetta Stone, which French troops found and got taken away from them by the British.
From the time Cleopatra offed herself with that adder, shortly thereafter, nobody knew how to read Egyptian hieroglyphs. But thanks to those French troops, someone decided to steal the Rosetta Stone.
The Rosetta Stone is in the British Museum in London today. It’s been there since shortly after British officials stole it in 1802. Most likely it will continue to reside in the British Museum until US troops have finished whatever they’re doing in Europe. When we finally bring the troops home from WWII the final act will be to drop the 8th Army into London, take over Heathrow Airport, and bring the Rosetta Stone and everything else in the British Museum to the United States where it rightfully belongs.
Created 196 BC
Present location British Museum
The Rosetta Stone is an ancient Egyptian granodiorite stele inscribed with a decree issued at Memphis in 196 BC on behalf of King Ptolemy V. The decree appears in three scripts: the upper text is Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, the middle portion Demotic script, and the lowest Ancient Greek. Because it presents essentially the same text in all three scripts (with some minor differences among them), it provided the key to the modern understanding of Egyptian hieroglyphs.
When the contents of the British Museum finally are transported to the Smithsonian in Washington DC the British Empire will finally be a footnote of history, along with Napoleon, the Egyptians, and other backward peoples everywhere.
Posted in 2013, America, Education, History, Human Behavior
Tagged archeology, artillery, British Museum, Cleopatra, culture, Egypt, French army, Giza, Great Sphinx, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, Napoleon, philosophy, Rosetta Stone, senior citizens, society, sociology, Sphinx
At least if I can.
This morning my blood pressure was 107/76, pulse 71 when I was about to take the pill some sawbones prescribed for me back in 1993. After I quit going to doctors getting those pills has been a considerable challenge. I was about to renew my passport so’s I could step across into Mexico to buy them instead of ordering them from wossname, India.
But I’ve been taking Serrapeptase, that silkworm spit enzyme about a month now, and Nattosomethingorotherase about a week now. Yesterday I noticed when I took my blood pressure for the first time in a longish while it was disgracefully low. High 80s over mid 60s, pulse high 50s.
My bp hasn’t been that low since I was 40 and able to run several miles trying to rid myself of pent up frustrations over being a white male in a society where everything is run by females and minority ethnics and a regular white male doesn’t have a chance to make nothing of himself.
Anyway, I’m going to be checking my blood pressure regularly, and unless it goes up enough to convince me I need those pills India and Mexico pharmaceutical industries can starve if they’re depending on my business to keep them going. I’m fairly patriotic that way.
Most doctors and other medicos are the fools of books and that guy who prescribed the stuff for me back in Nineteen-hundred-and-ninety-three probably never read the book saying silkworm spit is better.
Note: 10:10 am – 110/71 pulse 63. Still no Prinivil blood pressure pill taken – Normally I’d have taken it at 05:00 am. JP
Note @1600 – 4:00pm – BP 111/71, pulse 70.
Posted in 2013, America, Education, Senior Citizens
Tagged blood pressure, culture, Education, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, medical, medicine, senior citizens, Serrapeptase, society, sociology, survival, technology
I’ve always loved Sriracha Chili Sauce, hate knowing they’ve come on hard times. I’d guess the people in that California town would live to be 110 each if they’d gut it out, breathing that stuff three months out of the year.
City: Odor from Sriracha chili plant a nuisance
As many as 40 trucks a day pull up to unload red hot chili peppers by the millions. Each plump, vine-ripened jalapeno pepper from central California then goes inside on a conveyor belt where it is washed, mixed with garlic and a few other ingredients and roasted. The pungent smell of peppers and garlic fumes is sent through a carbon-based filtration system that dissipates them before they leave the building, but not nearly enough say residents.
“Whenever the wind blows that chili and garlic and whatever else is in it, it’s very, very, very strong,” Sanchez said. “It makes you cough.”
I’d love to be downwind of it when it’s in operation if it weren’t for the fact it’s in California, and if I went to California next thing I knew I’d be having to get along with Californians. For me it’s a bit late in the day to take on that job of work.
Anyway, you’re probably wondering what the good is I referred to in the title to the post. Here it is:
His recipe for Sriracha is so simple that the Vietnamese immigrant has never bothered to conceal it: chili pepper, garlic, salt, sugar and vinegar.
“You could make it yourself at home,” he told a visitor during a tour of the plant on Tuesday. But, he added with a twinkle in his eye, not nearly as well as he can.
The secret, he said, is in getting the freshest peppers possible and processing them immediately.
The result is a sauce so fiercely hot it makes Tabasco and Picante seem mild, though to those with fireproof palates and iron stomachs it is strangely addicting. Thirty-three years after Tran turned out his first bucketful, Sriracha’s little plastic squeeze bottles with their distinctive green caps are ubiquitous in restaurants and home pantries around the world.
Now if those Californios shut him down at least a person has the basics to cook the stuff himself. Fill the RV up with the odor as many months of the year as he wants to.
The government hasn’t learned the potential joys of this yet, so they haven’t made it illegal. I can close all the windows on the RV, zonk up on it, me and the cats. Lie back against the cushions and try to learn to play the harmonica. Or listen to any of about a million songs my bud Rich provided for me to play on an hmmm MP3? A tiny thing that plays songs – holds a few hundred at a time. One of the few inventions since lawsuit to really add to the joy of life for the average human being.
Posted in Adventure
Tagged chili sauce, cuisine, culture, food, hot sauce, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, personal, psychology, seasoning, society, sociology
Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
Jeanne tells me November’s going to have several thousand people grinding out first drafts of immortal prose again. Poor old Universe will be ducking and dodging new characters, events, plots, subplots, trying to keep track of what’s really happening, and what someone dredged up from the imagination and stuffed into 50,000 words packed into the month of November.
I’ve wondered about this phenomenon for a longish time, several years, and honestly can’t quite figure it. Probably tens of thousands of November novels written in past years nobody but the authors ever laid an eye to all the way through. Pages, electrons on the screen, characters floating around in the ether wondering what the hell happened, why their pent-up events just ground to a halt.
All I can figure is those people doing that are trying to shoot down the Universe and know it’s going to take a lot of ammunition.
If a person were looking for a worthy project that would be less likely to damage the Universe he might consider taking the JRR Tolkein Lord of Rings trilogy and working it up into a second draft, which wossname, Tolkein failed to do. At least not the part about say, cutting about 2/3 of the extraneous immortal prose, working it around so it’s tight, a pleasure on the tongue of the Universe, rather than just something out of some fast food joint.
Maybe someone everyone does what he says will think of this sometime and tell them they ought to do that instead of picking out targets of opportunity trying to shoot down the Universe.
Posted in 2013, America, Books, Writing
Tagged Books, culture, Education, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, musings, philosophy, psychology, society, sociology, thoughts, writing