Saturday, November 29, 2014

James Watson auctions his Nobel prize.

Because, "Nobody wants to admit I exist." 

Watson, shared his Nobel Prize in 1962 with Francis Crick for their discovery of the nature of the DNA spiral helix molecule in 1953.  Crick died in 2004.

A mind-blowing discovery. You must admit. I learned we owe much that we know of genetics to these two men. We all sat there in the science amphitheater stunned they could figure its shape. It is a difficult to conceptualize structure. 

Imagine a very long rope made as a very tight ladder that by chemical signal twists until it cannot twist any further. 

Pressure builds as twisting continues and the length of ladder rope responds by twisting the twists forming a coil maintained by the pressure of continuous twisting. Coil upon coil until the length is fully coiled and there is no room left for any more coiling. The length is now much shorter and wider. 

The tightening continues as pressure builds by twisting until the coil loops up on itself as if a thousand Slinkies™ connected together are twisted until they they loop in a length of loops that is shorter and wider. Loop upon loop until there is no room for more loops and the length is shorter and wider. 

Twisting continues until the loops wrap around themselves along the fat shortened length, wrap upon wrap  until  there is no more room for any more wraps along the length that has become even shorter and wider. 

Twisting continues until the length of wrapped looped coiled twists writhe into a tight bundle awaiting a chemical signal to unwrap and another chemical signals to rip another copy of the stretched out ladder. 

No, the world does not want your opinions on genetics. It has deeper concerns. You must go away now so the politicized social world can continue its trajectory. There is balance all around to consider you know. It's all fun and genetics until somebody puts an eye out.  And that goes for your friends studying climate. We have no need for your conjectures stated forthrightly and honestly. Goodness, how you have failed to evolve! 

Smart as you are, you're just crap at political science and sociology, and the art of playing along. Now you pay.


You may or may not know the lyrics to this one:

From an uncredited source at Wiki (which sounds good at least):
[Lyricist] Kiedis has stated that "Scar Tissue" came to him at the precise moment when he heard the other band members play the music and he felt as if an exterior influx had succeeded in merging the melody and the words, with both suddenly coming into his unconscious mind. link
This reminded me of a brief exchange a while back. I wrote:
Chemistry is valence electrons exchanging and rearranging. The nuclei hardly change at all (unless we’re talking nuclear chemistry). Anyways, electrons, being flighty and fleet, are forever waiting around for the heavier nuclei to get into the right configurations for exchange. When the laggard atoms finally are…zip…the electrons are already there like magic. link
To which amba replied:
That is totally what it’s like to write, or perhaps to create in any medium. You have to do the heavy, lumbering work of getting yourself properly aligned, then–inspiration is there. link

Senator Mitchell: "Mr. Fatah, my experience with Muslim community is so fundamentally different than yours.

I just know so many wonderful, remarkable, amazing, beautiful people." 
Up goes the scolding, pedantic, obnoxious waving extended index finger.
Don't say anything until I'm finished please.Don't say what I think you're going to say. Don't interrupt me.
"Eye, eye, I find that the implication that every single imam in this country is, is, eh, is, is inciting people to do violence, which in a sense is what you said, because the first prayer... "
"No! Don't put words in my mouth, Senator."
"So my first question is have you been to every mosque in the country? That you say is preaching on Friday a prayer that starts, a prayer that, that, talks about a battle with non-Muslim people?"
Boom! Tarek Fatah lets Grant Mitchell have it. He too is afflicted with the scolding, pedantic, obnoxious waving extended index finger syndrome.

Index fingers dueling as swords.

In a brief two minutes Fatah exposes Mitchell as sniveling quisling, or perhaps just another person well out of his depth.

This is in Canada. Where Canadians fancy themselves lovelier than we, more knowledgeable than we, more agreeable, more free of our internal strife, and in many ways they are. I suppose. 

Canadian senators are appointed by their prime minister. As you know, in the U.S. senators were elected by state representatives until mid eighteenth century rumbling led eventually to progressive William Jennings Bryan to agitate for change during the decades at the turn of the century resulting in the seventeenth amendment to U.S. constitution that finally passed by Congress in 1913 (the same year the Federal Reserve Bank was established). 

The Antidote To Loneliness

Ancient Egyptians used stibnite to make blueish black mascara, giving their eyes allure (and the origin of the 72 black-eyed virgins?). You can still see the Latin origin of antimony's name stibium in its modern chemical symbol:

The alchemist's symbol for antimony is:

which sort of resembles an upside down (heels over head?) version of the female symbol.

According to the Wiki, antimony is no longer used in mascara. Instead, carbon black (the same stuff that makes tires black) is used. link

Needles of stibnite in calcite

They Took Our Land

We hear that a lot, especially around Columbus Day or Thanksgiving.  Members of one group are angry angry angry about some other group taking (or allegedly taking) land that belonged to someone else sometime in history.

I posted a tweet Friday evening that Instapundit re-tweeted to his bazillion followers and so my stream was clogged up by other re-tweets and answers and insults and other stuff.  Here is what I tweeted:
Question: Can you name any country where the land wasn't at some point in history taken by one group from another group?
I posted that tweet to end a conversation I was having with someone on twitter who was complaining about Americans stealing land from other people.  And I also meant it in a serious manner.  Can you name any country where the land wasn't at some point in history taken by one group from another group?  Don't we all, complaniers and complainees, live on stolen land?

It's an interesting question because America is usually the only country that's blamed for taking land from other people (never mind that it's happening right now in Ukraine and parts of the Middle East).  I can't think of a country or a people whose land wasn't taken at some point.  We're all thieves on this planet.

Maybe I'm wrong, though.  Can you answer the question?  I'll stipulate that Antarctica doesn't count, and for those who think America stole the moon,  I'd counter that the moonbats probably colonized parts of America first.

Venus flytrap


Tanked is a television show on Animal Planet channel about a family owned business in Las Vegas that constructs specialized aquariums. The family speaks to each other in brutal New Jersey accent but their affection for each other shines through.

(I had the show on tonight in the background while preparing a batch of Anasazi beans and red Swiss chard but this is irrelevant to the subject at hand.)

One of their accounts was for a dining room table that displays all the fish from the top. A technical problem is the table must be filled completely with no air gaps or else condensation would fog the view from the top, and there needs to be surface agitation to create air exchange, so they designed a centerpiece shaped like a square vase that does all that with an insert that holds another vase for an impressive floral display. And all of the pipes must be concealed.

They did a beautiful job.

At wrap up one of the sons said to his father in unvarnished rough imperative, a tone I would never use with my dad, "Now you gotta use your etiquette experience and set the table by yourself." Then he leaves. The father addresses the camera directly, smiling broadly and in his own gruff accent."

"Now is my time to shine."

The clients were thrilled with the result. "Now everyone can see our products."

Notice the practical problem? 

Friday, November 28, 2014

Feminist Girls Making Science Boys Cry

Update: In Washington, soul-sucking leeches make children cry for reasons.

Of course I'm not talking about Feminist Girls and I'm not talking about Science Boys... but John C. Wright is talking about the exact same thing at this link and in the quote after the break... how willfully changing the rules in an never ending effort to never ever be satisfied and to always have an enemy is the goal.  Without a sexist to destroy, the feminist ceases to exist at all.  Her very existence depends upon pretending that her irrationality is reason and her offense is reasonable.  But I shouldn't pick on feminists because they're not alone in it.  I don't know if I'd say "leftist" the way that Wright does either, but he none-the-less is describing a process that can be seen, over and over, in vastly different social contexts.
I've linked once or twice to some of the bizarre doings of the science fiction community... but I see the same dynamics in mainstream culture every day.  Lying about people's true views doesn't matter.  Making someone cry is a victory.  Making someone innocent grovel is a victory.  It's "raising awareness" you see.  And if they win, they go poof, like a vampire exposed to sunlight, their existential purpose gone.  So they can never ever win.
Wright gives one very telling example dealing with Heinlein, a true giant of science fiction who, safely dead, has been transformed into the enemy... so that this particular breed of soul-suckers may live.


If you are the type who sends out Christmas cards, holiday greetings, note cards and the like, or if you fancy personalized coffee mugs, t-shirs, return labels, business cards, envelopes and and the like, then I recommend Vistaprint. And not just regular recommend either. I strongly recommend Vistaprint. They do an excellent job of it. Their prices are quite low. I cannot imagine them lower. I could not do better myself.  Their packaging and mailing rates are kept low. I am impressed.

But, Man, do they ever market. They just flat do not let up. Once they have your attention they resist letting go. And not just regular resist... At each step you are enticed to look at their other offers. It can be a bit overwhelming. Checkout is multistep process that allows them to keep urging you to add on. At payment they automatically calculate mid speed delivery at mid-cost, to have the lowest shipping rate you must choose a slower option. Then the final "continue to pay" button is not on the bottom as usual, they automatically add on labels down there at the page bottom unless you scroll back up mid page to continue without the the return labels. And it makes you think, "Hey, I could use those." Finally when done the page presented appears as if you are not really done and you must read the whole page to confirm, yes, I am done, but they succeed in having you read it and look again at their wonderful things all over again. Proper bastards with pushy marketing, but I must admit it all really does look very good, and you wonder, "What's wrong with me that I don't take them up on business cards or a few mugs?" Surely Nana would like a few photos of her grandkids or possibly a few of my dog."

I showed already the Photoshop I made when the super moon was in the news.

Simple. Egyptian without being overt. No hieroglyphics. The poster came out very nice. Nicer than most posters you see out there, larger than expected even though it was all measured beforehand, and the cool thing is I did it myself. 

A whole world of possibilities opens. 

I ordered another. Edge of the woods by French artist Paul-Elie Ranson, seen on Ace. Ranson's painting is displayed in a wide range of values. I chose the brightest and clearest, the happiest among them then adjusted in Photoshop for this: 

I rotated the photo for printing so that its dimensions fit what Vistaprint offers. 

This is a middle size poster 18" X 22". The cost for the printing is astonishingly low $6.00 with their special offer. (They always have special offers). With shipping $5.00. The poster comes rolled inside a sturdy triangular cardboard tube. Total cost $11.00, and you simply cannot do better than that. 

This will be mounted on mat board and framed. They also offer canvas versions for $24.00, much lower at least by half, than Flickr and Photobucket, and other photo hosting sites that make their real money from the same and similar things. 

For Christmas cards, this is the way to go. If you like, I can help you put something together with your own photos. Something that exceeds anything you can buy and for much less.

Rural Radio

The television in my cabin receives six channels.  I'm too cheap to buy a satellite dish, and cable television service doesn't come within ten miles of the place,  so I have only the few digital broadcasts that come in over the air.  The television channels aren't good -  mostly game shows, Matlock reruns, and the Golden Girls - so I listen to the radio a lot.

Local radio is a couple of FM stations that play country western, public radio, an AM station that runs syndicated talk radio, and the AM station that focuses on "local interest."  That one is my favorite, because it has content aimed at farmers and local small businesses.

What I learned this morning listening to rural radio:
  • Seventy-six percent of he standing corn crop has been harvested and 24 percent remains in the field because of wet and snowy conditions.  Eighty eight percent of the soybean crop has been harvested.
  • H & H Implement Sales is having a Black Friday sale on Kubota tractors, offering the best prices of the year on reliable and efficient Kubota tractors.
  • There are no stockyard prices for hogs and beef because the markets were closed Thursday for Thanksgiving.
  • Mr. Carl Ninneman passed away Wednesday after a lengthy illness.  Arrangements are being made by Gaffney - Busha Funeral Home.
  • The Northland Pines girls varsity volleyball team plays at Crandon Saturday afternoon.  There will be a team bus, but no fan bus, so if you're going to watch teh girls play, you;ll have to drive yourself to Crandon.
  • The DNR district office reports that the ice on the lakes is still thin and people shouldn't try ice fishing or snowmobiling until the ice is thicker.
  • Federal agents working with Oneida Reservation police arrested a 36 year old man and a 29 year old woman for selling heroin and methamphetamine at the Lac Du Flambeau casino, following a the month-long investigation of the overdose death of a casino patron.
  • Bakers at the Red Canoe Bakery worked overnight so you'll be able to enjoy their fresh, delicious donuts, rolls, and pastries this morning when you stop in for a cup of hot, strong coffee!
  • Big crowds of Black Friday shoppers are reported at Walmart stores in cities around America. The local Shopko has added staff to make your Black Friday shopping experience pleasant and fun!
  • The DNR reports that the deer kill was down 26% from last year's hunting season because of the heavy snows in the opening week of deer hunting season.  Area hunters report capturing photos of grey wolves on their deer stand trail cams, raising the possibility of the wolves thinning out the deer herd before hunting season.
  • A tanker truck containing farm waste slid off of US 2 in snowy conditions early this morning.  The westbound lane is closed while crews attempt to pull the truck back onto the highway.
  • A reminder to not to miss the Saturday morning polka radio hour from 8 to 9 tomorrow morning.  And right after that comes the radio market show when you can bid on specials offered by our advertisers.
It's 9 degrees here, with snow showers on the way.  I'm going to bundle up and take a drive out in the country.  I'm going to stop at a cheese factory to buy cheese curds, a local specialty, swing past the Kubota dealer (just looking) and pick up a cup of coffee at Red Canoe Bakery. And maybe see if Shopko has any Black Friday deals on insulated underwear, while I'm at it.

Nature episode, My Life as a Turkey

Joe Hutto, is a Florida artist who lives in a cabin in the woods. He had an interest in raising wild turkeys. It is not clear how he made this interest known but one day a bowl of wild turkey eggs was left on his doorstep. Joe hatched the eggs and cared for the chicks for one year. I wrote a synopsis but it turned out to be too long so I erased it. I promise, if you choose to watch this, you'll be amazed. View it here at

A brief preview:

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Cowboys and Eagles

Thankful Feast

Georgia Cotton on the way yesterday.

At rest stop...

Thanksgiving Morning

The sound of gunfire woke me at sunrise on this Thanksgiving morning.

I'm at the cabin in the north woods, where Thanksgiving coincides with deer hunting season.  The noise of gun fire in the woods at sunrise sounded like a neighboring county launched a land invasion of our county.  This is an annual event, and we are accustomed to it.

I decided against taking the usual morning hike down the lane, even though I have the full array of head-to-toe high viz outerwear.  Most of the hunters will be cleared out of the woods by noon, so I'll go out then, when it will be safer.

Coffee.  I've had a cup of coffee first thing in the morning most mornings since when I was sixteen and pterodactyls still dotted the skies.  Coffee shops like Starbucks weren't a thing back then.  A coffee shop was another name for a diner, usually a smaller diner, where a cup of coffee and a slice of home made pie could be enjoyed while you sat at the counter and read the newspaper.  Or coffee and a cruller, if you preferred.

My favorite coffee shop is a place you haven't heard of, but you probably visit quite often,  My favorite coffee shop is Homebucks.  You've probably been there, they have locations everywhere.

I can show up at Homebucks in my bathrobe and nobody complains. I get to choose the music and the television station, and I get as many refills as I want.  I always get the comfy chair near the window. There is never a table of amp'd up sales reps behind me planning their day. And the cookies and scones are always fresh.

Nobody lines up in front of me wasting time trying to figure out which nine ingredients he or she wants in his or her coffee.  I order the usual: coffee with half-and-half in the big cup I bought in New Orleans a few years ago, at Cafe du Monde.  The server (usually me) gets it right every time.

There is no drive-through, but there is a drive-in that allows overnight covered parking, and they gave me the door opener. The newspaper is never taken apart and scattered over several tables. The magazine selection is always magazines I find interesting. No twenty-two year old server or barrista ever patronizingly refers to me as "young man", a thing I have grown to detest. I am not asked whether I qualify for a senior discount. I don't have to leave a tip, ever, and sometimes I get lucky with the waitress.

Best of all, if the coffee doesn't wake me up, they let me take a nap.

I made coffee, poured a cup, lit a fire in the fireplace, put on some Emmylou Harris, and started to think about Thanksgiving.  There is so much to be thankful for that I don't know where to begin, so I'll begin at the beginning.  I'm thankful that Captain Christopher Jones led 102 Puritans and Pilgrims and crew to sail the Atlantic in search of a land where they could have religious freedom, away from the constraints placed on the English by the monarchy and the Church of England.  I'm thankful that half of the immigrants survived the first winter, and decided to remain here and not return to England.

I'm thankful that for the next 150 years the colonies grew and thrived, all the while debating the nature of government and the governed, and settling finally on the notions of democracy, a representative republic, freedom from government oppression, and on human rights that were given by God, and not by some ruler, with liberty and justice for all.

I'm thankful for everyone who came after, the ones who endured hardships beyond our knowing, the ancestors on whose shoulders we stand.  I'm thankful for the warriors, the fighters who kept this republic intact through war and strife.  I'm thankful for laws made on the Biblical ideas of right and wrong, even though that nearly destroyed the republic when the scourge of slavery had to be ended.

I'm thankful to live in a civilized and safe society, among good people like you.  I'm thankful for my family, I'm thankful that I've lived longer than I ever imagined I would and have seen more than I ever imagined I'd see.

But mostly I'm thankful for God's mercy, forgiveness, and grace.  For without that, there is nothing, and with that there is everything.

Happy, happy Thanksgiving to each of you.  You brighten my days and bring happiness. And I hope I have done the same for you in some small measure.



ADDED:  This year I'm making a vegetarian Thanksgiving dinner.  So far, so good.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Is everyone sick to tears of Ferguson yet?

So... "protests in sympathy" are going on across the country, because even if you're not oppressed you can still take a morning off from your Grievance Studies class at a top university to stand in a road and block traffic and get everyone mad at you for making them late to work taking care of sick people, or get them in trouble with their construction crew boss, and so get to feel just a little bit of what it's like to be black in America.  Because what's the point?  A bunch of white kids (the girl who got run over was a minor according to the story) in Minneapolis just don't want to be left out of annoying the community?  The kids (and if you look at the video, they are all high school or college age at most, no adults in the entire bunch) standing across the freeway in California aren't oppressed, but they stuck working class blacks and other minorities on the freeway because... they don't want to get left out?  What?  There is no way I can even imagine that a rational person can see blocking traffic as a goal achieving tactic.  So what's it good for other than the Feels?

Anyhow, here's what retired Miami detective (and novelist) Marshall Frank has to say about Ferguson.

(Guy looks so much like my dad (his cousin) and my grandmother that it totally weirds me out.)

roasted whole turkey

Soaked overnight in diluted buttermilk. The moistest most flavorful turkey I've ever eaten. Prepared simply with olive oil, salt and pepper. Started upside down over diced potato so moisture sinks through the breast while baking then turned upright at midpoint to finish. Baked a few hours, no basting, no fussing about. It is not so evenly browned, but I do not care about that. 

Kurt Schlichter

Watch Carlson Tucker laugh.

Kurt Schlichter is author of several books. His Amazon page here.

Schlichter's latest book, Conservative Insurgency, available on Amazon here. $8.00 Kindle version.

I must say, I enjoyed this book tremendously. In novel form, set thirty years in the future, structured as a series of interviews of characters that appear here and there under various chapter headings. Here are a  few to give you an idea:

2) Guerilla Politics
5) Lawfare
7) Safe Haven of the States
10) Breaking and Remaking of the Law
11) Target Academia
14) How Hollywood went Conservative
15) Victory

So, in conversational style, Schlichter describes how the Tea Party infiltrated and took over the Republican Party and how the conservative takeover involved more than just politics, how culture was wrested from the progressive stranglehold and power returned to states from a vastly diminished centralized government, how the hopes and dreams of progressive operatives were smashed by a process of changing minds, along with the failure of big government.

Starbucks got my name wrong

I'm never going to another Starbucks again ;-) 

Ted Allen loses it

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

I am Spartacus

Image by b3ta member n8tive, profile here

How to resize a tiny video. 

Click HTML to view embed code:  

Read code for width and height:

Height reads: 266
Width reads: 320

The best width for this site is 525 otherwise it runs into the margins and displays over text.

266        x
-----  =  ----
320      525

266 X 525 = 139650
139650 / 320 = 436.4

x = 436

So, new width = 525, new height = 436,  Enter new numbers.


You needn't worry about arithmetic to solve the algebra. On mac spotlight does simple maths. PC offers calculator and so does entering numbers and symbols into browser's address bar. "*" asterisk sign for multiply. "/" forward slash for divide.

You can also bring up Photoshop and and open a new document with original dimensions. Once open, change the width to 525 and it will change the height automatically to retain the document's proportions.

Or, you can just use these numbers forever.

In this manner a video is displayed large as reasonable on this site with this template instead of a tiny video that Blogger offers penuriously parsimoniously with their video upload, as an act of kindness and consideration.

Schumer: "Dems erred with ObamaCare"

After passing the stimulus, Democrats should have continued to propose middle class-oriented programs and built on the partial success of the stimulus,” he said.
He said the plight of uninsured Americans caused by “unfair insurance company practices” needed not be addressed but it wasn’t the change that people wanted when they elected Barack Obama as president.

“Americans were crying out for an end to the recession, for better wages and more jobs; not for changes in their health care,” he said.
Chuck Schumer to the rescue...
Schumer's concession is a striking change of tone from what he said shortly after the passage of the healthcare law, when he predicted that ObamaCare would turn out to be a strong political issue for his party.

“I predict … by November those who voted for health care will find it an asset, those who voted against it will find it a liability,” he said on NBC’s “Meet the Press” in March of 2010.

"White House Quietly Releases Plans For 3,415 Regulations Ahead Of Thanksgiving Holiday"

"The federal Unified Agenda is the Obama administration’s regulatory road map, and it lays out thousands of regulations being finalized in the coming months."
“It’s become an unfortunate tradition of this administration and others to drop these regulatory agendas late on a Friday and right before a holiday,” Matt Shudtz, executive director of the Center for Progressive Reform, told The Hill newspaper.
Not good news if you are a looted/burned out Ferguson business owner and you might be thinking of rebuilding. Obama just made it more expensive.

Burning Down The House

Monday, November 24, 2014


They're rioting in Ferguson...

...there's strife in Iran...

Plus ça hope et change, plus c'est la chosen meme.

amazing football catch

Bend like Odell. Or something. 

"Grand jury reaches decision in case of Ferguson officer"

"A grand jury has reached a decision on whether to indict Darren Wilson, the white Ferguson, Mo., police officer whose fatal shooting of an unarmed black teenager sparked days of turbulent protests, sources close to the process said."
If Wilson is not charged, government officials are bracing for protests in the St. Louis area and nationwide. They have discussed emergency plans in the event of a violent reaction, while protest and community leaders have mapped out their response in hopes of avoiding the unrest that exploded after Brown was killed.

The St. Louis Police Department is projecting it will spend three times the amount of money budgeted for overtime this fiscal year ending in July, according to Roorda. Since the shooting, the city has paid out $1 million in overtime pay, officials said.

“We just can’t get through this until we get to it,” Roorda said. “There’s a certain psychological toll that battle-readiness takes on a person.”

Washington Post "fact checks" comedy skit



Sunday, November 23, 2014


She was always the better looking of the two, in my opinion.
[added]  As if that's controversial.

Whose That Girl?*

Fifty years ago, she swung like a pendulum do. All lachrymations aside, whose that girl?
*Blog post in the style of Trooper York

Thanksgiving travel

A couple decades ago when I was adorable and still nice, a small group of five other friends flew to Hawaii over Thanksgiving holiday. We flew United, I was sitting next to Bart, one of my favorite friends. Bart has crow's feet at the corners of his eyes even then, that young due to his face fixed in a permanent smile.

"U.S. sends 5 Guantánamo detainees to European resettlement"

"The Pentagon sent five long-held Arab detainees to resettlement in Europe on Thursday, three to Georgia and two to Slovakia."
The transfer, announced after a U.S. C-17 cargo plane cleared Georgian airspace in its two-nation mission, left 143 captives still at the prison camps in southeast Cuba.

At the State Department, spokesman Ian Moss said transfer decisions are tailored to each cleared-detainee case.

“While our policy preference is to repatriate detainees where we can do so consistent with our national security and humane treatment policies, under certain circumstances the most viable transfer option is resettlement in a third country,” Moss said by email.
While everybody was focused on Obama's unilateral immigration action, the administration was releasing more Guantanamo prisoners. I thought it was the worst of the worst left there.

Sunday Morning With Van Morrison

They Sold Me Out.  Jesus and Judas at the last supper.

Blessings of the day to you!