Saturday, November 4, 2017

WKLEM Bobo Brazil returns

Saturday Night 80's

Donna Brazile

David Asman standing in for Lou Dobbs discusses Donna Brazile. Mostly. They actually talk about a lot of other things. I have nothing particularly astute to add to their discussion, except Donna Brazile is a liar. She knew of these things well in advance. She's be caught in her lies then automatically attempts to dodge saying she's not going to be a slave leaving her interlocutor dumbfounded at her simple brazen racism right there at the surface and available as her imagined all purpose trump card. Everything she talks about she was well aware of before she admits knowing and she sold her own soul to become part of what she complains about. Something they say in their discussion caught my imagination. The video that cues up after this one is interesting too. I forgot how interesting these FOX videos can be sometimes since I cut cable a long time ago. Sometimes. The rest of the time, bleh.


Judge lets Bergdahl walk

Bowe Bergdahl walked away from his post to join that Taliban. The Taliban captured him and treated him poorly. But according to Bergdahl speaking to British journalists, not so poorly as the American Army treated him.

Six soldiers were killed looking for Bergdahl. Others were injured, some severely.

Barak Obama as president traded Bergdahl from the Taliban for five Taliban leaders held at Guantanamo that Obama had already planned to cut loose even without any trade.

Following Bergdahl's released President Obama invited his parents to the Rose Garden for a public statement.


Bergdahl's desertion trial was delayed until Obama was out of office but there is no way this can be proven. It's extremely unusual for court-martial trial to be delayed so long for such a convenient date. At trial Bergdahl's lawyers hoped the accounts of their witnesses will help reduce his punishment.
John Leatherman, a U.S. Border Patrol agent who was in Bergdahl’s unit in Afghanistan and was stationed with him in Alaska, described an efficient and quiet Bergdahl who was a great squad assault weapon gunner, always had his handbook with him and clearly wanted to "better himself." 
"He didn't seem to adjust as quickly and smoothly as most soldiers adjust. Something about him was a little bit slower coming to terms with what was happening," Leatherman said in court today, adding that he mentioned this to their first sergeant and asked about getting help for Bergdahl. But the first sergeant told him to shut up and to not tell him how to handle his soldiers -- a sign of the stigma associated with asking for mental health help, according to Leatherman.
Russell spoke about the extreme torture and abuse Bergdahl faced in captivity.
 "His muscles atrophied to the point he could barely stand up.... He was living in filth," he said. "It was extreme neglect. They just let him nearly rot inside that cage for four years." 
Bergdahl's accounts of his time in captivity have been extremely helpful to the military's training of other soldiers, Russell said, because no other soldier has ever been captured and returned in 16 years of war in Afghanistan.
Bergdahl has acquired neuropathy, damage to peripheral nervous system, due to extreme vitamin deficiency. He faced starvation, dehydration and diarrhea.

The substance and the tone of this testimony contrasted sharply with prosecution witnesses who described how Bergdahl's disappearance put soldiers at risk.

Shannon Allen described the "minimally conscious state" her husband, Master Sgt. Mark Allen, has been in since being shot in the head by insurgents. Doctors removed both his frontal lobes leaving him unable to speak and with extremely limited mobility.
"He lost me as a wife because I have become his caregiver," she added in tears, noting that he cannot be left alone because he's prone to seizures. "We can't even hold hands anymore without me prying open his."

During last year's presidential campaign Trump caled Bergdahl "a no-good traitor who should have been executed." The defense said the president's more recent remarks showed his opinion of Bergdahl had not changed and unfairly influenced the proceedings.

How so? There are no jurors to be influenced. There is only the defense, the prosecuting attorneys, and the judge. The defense is saying Trump's statements might influence the judge!

Judge Jeffery Nance said in advance that he would not rule out a prison sentence due to the possible influence of President Donald Trump's criticism of the soldier, but he would consider the president's remarks as a mitigating factor at sentencing, however, raising he possibility of a lighter punishment.

He will consider something irrelevant to apply to something monumentally important. Why? Because he says so.

November 3rd Judge Colonel Jeffery Nance sentenced Bergdahl to be dishonorably discharged, reduced in rank and fined $1,000 per month from his pay for ten months, with no prison time. The discharge pends automatic appeal.

Within hours of sentencing President Trump tweeted, "The decision on Sergeant Bergdahl is a complete and total disgrace to our Country and to our Military."

President Trump's remarks as candidate and as president before and after are irrelevant to this case because there is nobody to be influenced by them. There is no jury to be found isolated from them. Every article that I've read, even Wikipedia, frames the case between Trump's before and after statements as if they impinge on this case. Where Obama's remarks and his actions throughout frame the case completely but are not mentioned.  President Trump is Colonel Jeffery Nance's actual employer, Colonel Jeffery is Trump employee, yet Jeffery Nance's loyalty is to one-time president Obama and not to his country. The judge is telling us, Trump, my employer, signaled how he wants this trial to conclude, and just for that, I'm not doing it. Servicemen are speaking out in comments to every single post that I've read on this sentencing, talking about the politicized misapplication of military justice by drawing comparisons between much harsher sentences delivered for much lesser crimes. And that politicization is done by Obama and by Nance and not by Trump simply stating his opinion. This is so very clearly the result of Colonel Jeffery Nance's political motivations and it proves the destruction and the poison that Obama has done to our military.

Friday, November 3, 2017

Anne with an "e," kindred spirit

This chick is seriously twisted. Yet the whole show is tremendously honest. Anne is an orphan sent off to a farm for a trial period in the hope of being adopted. The brother and sister couple who owns the farm are looking for a male orphan to help on the farm. Basically, they're looking for labor. Instead they are sent this headstrong little drama queen. The show is about Anne fitting into the family and the town on Prince Edward Island Canada. 

My favorite scene is the mouse in the pantry that got into the flour, or sugar, at the time something not so easily replaced as trashing it and buying more at the grocery. Anne discovers the mouse and removes it but keeps it a secret. Later at a gathering with everyone around the table chatting and sipping tea and ready to eat a cake made from the infected ingredient Anne is going visibly nuts keeping her secret to herself until right as a guest is about to take the first bite she explodes in hysterical noisy emotional confession. The buildup is cinematographic brilliance and it's hilarious. I looked for that scene but couldn't find it. Apparently this is a chick flick and women like the romantic scenes a lot better. The whole show is loaded with such excellent comical scenes. I fold up laughing when she cracks her slate over Gilbert's head. He is the love interest throughout as the characters grow.

magnetized lenticular dinosaur post-cards, king Tut exhibition Tokyo Museum

These lenticular dinosaurs images are post-card size and magnetized for refrigerator magnets.

But who even does that?

I bought them from Dinosaur Ridge gift shop, and man, that place sure is fun. If you live in Denver, then just go there. Because I love it there and the people I take there have more fun than I do. I had the boys in mind. My original idea was to mail them as surprise but when I paid for them I noticed my sister-in-law bought a whole bunch of larger sizes. So they have these already. Change of plan. I dropped these in the drop box to the office downstairs along with my rent and a catalog for American Indian handicrafts. I hope those things cause some confusion down there and some discussion sorting them. These are 3-D, and they're the best that I've seen. I couldn't resist them.

As for myself, I've already had my full lenticular image fun. It's not that the fascination has worn off, but the ultra supreme fascination is used up. My first one of these was much larger, an image of king Tut's burial mask, and I stared at that thing for hours completely mesmerized. I kept trying to push my finger underneath its false beard knowing it wasn't possible while visually it kept blowing my mind. Hours and hours and hours. I loved that picture. This was my most favorite possession. It lasted two transfers and four relocations, and that's unusual for a child's things, then finally at the fourth house after purchasing it I caught some freshwater fish at one of the reservoirs on Barksdale AFB and put them in one of my aquariums. The fish splashed really hard and made a huge mess and ruined my 3-D picture of king Tut's burial mask. And that was such a bummer! It also ruined the top of the dresser but in my world that was less important.

Let me tell you how I acquired this first lenticular 3-D image.

My parents are not present and neither is my older brother. My sisters are not around. I'm entirely by myself. Even though I was driven to the Tokyo Museum by my school in a regular military blue school bus along with all of my classmates. They don't count in my recollection. None of them do. They're simply not there. I talked to them, sure, but they are not important. They have no bearing on my story. The bus ride there, they don't count. The amazing and dreadful mass of thousands of people at the museum, not a single one of them counts. The bus ride back, they don't count. My teacher doesn't count. I have no idea where they are. I am by myself among a mass of homogenous humanity. This was before it became popular for Japanese to dye their hair every unnatural color possible. Every person at the museum is the same height, much taller than myself, although still short by American standards, and everyone dressed similarly, and everyone has silky jet black hair. Everyone has dark eyes. And everyone considers compression of masses ordinary human condition and behavior. Their bodies pressed together and moving without individual agency freaked me out. 

Flat freaked me out. 

I am NOT one of you.

Just seeing the packed crowd from the bus freaked me out. On the concrete steps leading into the museum people were pressed into each other. 

The large wide open foyer was completely packed with people shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. Movement was impossible. We took 1/16 baby steps as the entire mass moved forward as a single entity. My face was the height of their waists and I couldn't see anything except people's waists, inching, inching, inching along like a giant wide caterpillar that's ill. 

I had to move. I had to get out. The pressure of people got to me. I freaked. 


I tucked in and bent down to their knee-level and rudely pushed through their legs causing gasps and unruly commotion as if they were bamboo stalks. I was perfectly rude and wholly unsocial. I broke a very serious social rule of not holding my place, but I had to get out. I moved to the side and hit a wall. A blessed wall. I pressed my face against the wall, and recalling this moment I can actually feel the cool comfort of the plastered wall pressing against my face. It cooled me. The wall cooled the heat of the moment. I just stood there with my face pressed to the wall and I realized this wall very nicely divided my problem in half. Exactly. Like a mathematical line, zip, half the people are gone. Now I only have to deal emotionally with the compressed crowd of people to my right. The amount of people is still the same but the visual impact of the crowd is halved. I calmed myself. I could breathe.

We inched forward, inch, inch, inch, and through the crowd in front of me I can see another gallery open up a larger space with a separate crowd surrounding a tall thin upright display case. It's a single display case positioned at the front of the gallery. The first king Tut item to see. Other items are placed in separate display cases along the opposite wall but I could not see them because of the crowd.

With my face pressed to the wall holding my emotion in check my eyes fixated on the tall slender display case in the distance. Closer and closer we inched until we moved pass the wall that rescued me and now I'm being pulled by curiosity to the display case. It's a cane. 

I have GOT to see this cane. It's the only thing I can think about. I'm fixated on seeing this cane. The only thing that counts in the whole world is me seeing this cane.

It's an ebony walking cane with a decorated gold handle. Real gold! I was transported. The crowd was just as pressing as before, frustrating taking so long for them to shuffle off and allow me to move in closer, they kept blocking my view but they didn't matter so much anymore. My emotion settled and allowed my imagination to take lead and the people veritably disappeared in importance.

Finally! I'm in front of this cane. I read a lot of comic books, I read a lot of wild things, but I never imagined anything this old, nothing this real and so remote in time. This cane is more intense than any science fiction that I read. I imagined a living person actually using that cane. I imagined king Tut walking around with that cane and the thought of four thousand years separating him actually using it and me seeing it wracked my brain. I was amazed. Stupefied. I was genuinely awe-struck. Nothing provoked my imagination so hard as standing in front of that cane. 

The rest of the visit went more smoothly. Save for all those people. Good Lord, I don't know how they live that way. It took a long time to press in front of the other exhibits, and they sure did have a lot of material. Linen, clothing, folded and deteriorated, beds with the caning deteriorated, a lot of fragile items, and way too many pieces of jewelry to take in all at once. A few hundred items in total. All of the items that you see in books were in that exhibition. Including the famous burial mask that was placed on the mummy inside the 3rd golden coffin.

Their gift shop offerings at the end carried the usual things except in my mind this 3-D picture was the most outstanding of all. Apparently I had enough money to buy it. 

Isn't that odd? Even as a child I always seemed to have enough money to buy the things that I wanted. Yet if you asked me I'd tell you I never have the cash that I need to be satisfied. I wanted that 3-D image and I had it. Just like everything else.

This was when Nasser was president of Egypt and their country was aligned with USSR. Egypt had this rare cultural exchange with Japan and other nations but not the United States. Later when Sadat was president of Egypt then United States got to have the exhibition too, but by then Egypt learned not to allow all the super delicate items like all the beds and all the clothing and linen material to make the rounds of exhibitions. They wisely restricted the items to less than one hundred while including the famous burial mask.Too much is damaged. They're wise conservators.  I got to see that exhibition too in New Orleans. But that's another whole story. Then Mubarak followed Sadat and another Tut exhibition toured the world including the United States. That  one ended up literally right next door to where I live as if they brought the whole thing here just for me and I made full use of the advantage, but without the famous burial mask, and that exhibition is another whole story.

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WKRLEM. Scary snake videos

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Things that frighten people:

I had a friend from Sylacauga Alabama who said "There are two kinds of snakes in this world - snakes that hurt you and snakes that make you hurt yourself."

Today as I was sweeping my shop (it could happen) I saw a black snake slithering away from me in the sawdust. I jumped back pretty good.

In deference to the gentle folk among us I will only include a picture of a snake I found in a maple tree once.

Things that frighten dogs: autonomous lawn mowers. Seriously, we were out walking and encountered one - the dogs reacted with fear, amazement and much barking. They had never seen anything like it - it was rolling along, making noise, no humans nearby. '

So there you have it - robots can take over even the most menial of tasks.

WRT my previous post:
I agree with CL that Dr. John's singing is rough, but his piano playing is smooth.

Whose that girl?

She was famous for her work in her native England where even though she is a hot woman she is not from Venus but instead is from Mars. She did a lot of eposidic TV in the fifties and the sixties as the visiting British babe or the Trophy wife. In fact she starred in one of my favorite Bonanza episodes even though it is Adam-centric which I don't really care for but still it was ok because they kill a lot of minorities in it so there is that.

Final clue. Her most iconic role was as the finance of a Jewish Doctor. It was not Dr. Kildare. Just saying.

Whose that girl?

Do what I did...cut the cord

Cable companies freak out after 1 million cut cord in 3 months

Cord-cutting, or at least the speed at which people are ditching pay TV, is on track to be the biggest upset of the year. There’s finally a collection of cheap-ish streaming services widely available, and as you’d imagine, people are jumping ship from cable as fast as humanly possible. The latest bad data points come from the Q3 earnings of all the big cable companies, which are mostly now public. DSLReports added up the damage, and it makes for bad reading if you’re a cable company exec.

Hollywood Values: Spacey, Singer, Spielberg

From the Crazy Days and Nights Blog (Hat tip to Vox Popoli)

This is the holy grail. This is what is on the horizon for some actors/producers and directors that will ruin them for all time. Until two weeks ago, I would have thought the chances for anything leaking from this was zero. People kept their mouths shut before even when the feds were questioning lots of people. The thing is though, lots of those people lied to the feds. Some were granted immunity and still lied. Why? Going to jail for lying to the government gets you Martha Stewart time and a book deal. Telling the truth gets you jail for a long time and no career or friends when you get out.
Can you imagine a place where Hollywood types and rich executives from around the world can gather in one place and have sex with underage boys and girls without any interference from any governments or parents? Yeah, well there was such a place. There probably is a replacement somewhere. The problem is in finding it. When people are flying in from different corners of the globe, it can be tough. When your only choice before was to fly in a private plane to a private island, people knew where it was.

I think there is some shady stuff going down in Joe Francis Land, but nothing like the hundreds of teen boys and girls that were raped and abused and forced to be with men for weeks and months on end.

Apparently with all types of local governments looking into sexual assaults and rapes committed by Hollywood people coming into the light, the situation on the island they all thought they had carefully extricated themselves from is back. Could be barely back or could be back where everyone goes to jail.

Today I am just going to focus on three of the players. They all have been on the island. They all have done some horrible things to tween boys and girls. No one they were with on the island was anywhere close to being the legal age of consent.

Why is anyone voluntarily talking to the feds?

William Jacobson asks this question at Legal Insurrection. The professor says that nothing in the Manafort indictment has to do with Trump and Mueller was unable to flip Manafort against Trump, apparently, so the pressure increases. While Papadopoulos is more interesting, his being a process crime, lying to the FBI and obstructing justice. Mueller is just getting started but so far no surprises.

Jacobson urges his readers to watch this video of one of his law school classmates that was recommended on Twitter by member Jeff B. Jacobson includes another tweet by Pope Hat saying the same thing emphatically with each word capitalized with its own full stop and calling all the talkers Incredibly. Stupid. Arrogant. + an epitaph I'd be slapped into next week by my dead mum were I ever to speak it.

The video is long. You can speed it up like you're Mensa reading a book really fast, but Jim Duane already sounds a little bit like a chipmunk, you know, how some people talk like doodly-doodly-doodly-do even though what they say is quite smart.

Recommended. Because you never do know when this advice could be useful. I see people on t.v. shows actually take this advice and each time I think, bummer, the whole line in the story arc comes to and abrupt stop, and in real life they'd be ushered to a cell to wait until a lawyer can be arranged for them. It's not like your own lawyer is sitting by the phone drumming their fingers impatiently waiting for you to call so they can rush to your rescue. The advice is hard to act out. Actually impossible. I would naturally start blabbing my perception of events to be cooperative.

One time after an automobile accident, clearly my fault, the cop asked me if I'm on drugs, and I was, some serious medication that flat kicked my ass solidly, so I said, "yes." The cop honestly didn't know how to handle that. Nobody ever admits that. Confused with a new situation they had to call a medical cop to the scene to sort it. They contacted my family physician for reaffirmation. They treated me very well. Respectfully. One of the cops drove me home. Later, when I related what happened to my friends they found that unbelievably ridiculously funny and still do. That's now one of their favorite stories to re-relate in groups just to embarrass me by emphasizing how incredibly stupid I am. They shake their heads in disbelief. And it never fails to get a good laugh. "Come on, you dope! You never tell the cops you're on drugs." But I was. And that's what caused the accident. And I'd do the same thing again. I have cruel and arrogant and noncomprehending friends.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Kevin Spacey admits that he tried to screw a 14 year old boy....what should we do?

I know.

Let's make him a scoutmaster.

What could go wrong?

You say that like it is a bad thing?

rcocean said...
BTW, this reminds me of the dullest man I ever met - while traveling on the cross country train from Chicago to LA.

Unless you're part of a group of 4, they put you with strangers for lunch and dinner (4 to a table). Anyway, this dullard was seated at my table for lunch and dinner.

He talked constantly about his antique photographs of  milk containers if you know what I mean. Ignoring his 3 eating companions, every attempt at other topics was derailed into his favorite topic. How much each photo cost, how he'd snookered others into letting him take photos for cheap, or conversely how he unloaded his antique photos for twice their value. Some of them weren't even real antiques. They were only from the early sixties.
Later I found out his name was Harry Weinstein.


Chris Kimball is right. There are specific attributes baguettes must have or else they're just regular bread in the shape of baguettes; crisp light crust, wide open crumb, and slight internal color. The bread lasts for one day and that's why French have so many uses for stale bread.

Notice Bridget weights 15 oz of flour but switches to volume measurement for water, 1 + 1/2 cups.

Why did she do that?

It's easier.

But so is scooping flour with a measuring cup.

One loose scoop of flour shaken off to be flat on top, in Denver dry as it is, weighs generally 5 oz. So a little bit less is 4 oz.

An American cup holds 8 oz. water. So flour in Denver is just about half the weight of water.

1 + 1/2 cup of water is 12 oz. of water. In baker's percentages that turns out to be 80% hydration.

Bakers are odd mathematicians, they consider water to be 100% and all other ingredients added for the ratio. 12 ÷ 15 x 100 = 80. This tells us the dough is rather wet, but could be even more wet. Opposed to a stiff dough. When Bridget formed her first dough I was surprised how stiff it looked. You can use this formula to contrast with other recipes and compare wetness, the stickiness, the softness with other doughs. You'll notice right off they're all using grams.

This is why I start with the full amount of water into a bowl. Then add the yeast to the full amount of water in the mixing bowl and let it bubble a bit. But not always. It's not necessary. Then, minding the weight of water, I loosely scoop flour to estimate its weight. For very wet dough I'll scoop double the amount of flour as water. Then with each extra increment of flour the percentage drops to estimated 90, then estimated 80, and so on.

So then, the way I would do what Bridget did is I'd add 1 + 1/2 cup of water, the yeast, and 3 cups flour and mix it. Then I'd add flour incrementally to desired wetness not to exceed 1/2 cup more flour.

The air bubbles in baguettes are put there manually by forming the dough.

Bridget does this while the dough is rising. She forms a boule right in the bowl that other bakers do outside the bowl. Other bakers put air in the dough during kneading. This is Bridget's version of that. More air is put in while forming the baguettes when the edge of a rectangular piece of dough is folded beyond the (imagined) center line, then the opposite side is folded past the center line, then folded in half and the new edge smashed shut with the butt of the hand. Each fold is manually putting air between layers. It's flattened, but there is still some air inside there. This is a crucial step in making wide open crumb.

I really like the way Bridget incorporates a small amount of whole wheat flour and sifts out the bran. That's very clever. I never thought of that.

That bran is the reason why 100% whole wheat loaves come out like bricks. The tiny particles slice through gluten strands as the bread rises so those loaves never do fully rise. Getting rid of the larger particles helps prevent that. And whole wheat bread, especially milled yourself is a w-h-o-o-o-o-l-e 'nuther ballgame. It's something you've never tasted because commercially milled wheat is separated by high tech industrial process and the portions added back, but not returned to 100% restoration. Wheat germ has fat, and fat spoils, and that's bad for mass marketing, so part of that is left out. How the industry gets away with claiming 100% whole wheat is a matter of legislation. It's industry talk meaning 100% of the types of particles are returned but not to precisely 100% original proportions. While wheat berries milled at home will have the entire grain turned into powder. Still, with a fine sieve, you can remove some of the bran as Bridget shows, and that's just awesome. It will affect color and improve flavor and contribute character.

This is the best most useful video I've seen on this subject.

Okay. Say you don't care for baguettes. Bridget said her loaves are too short to be baguettes due to the size of home ovens. She said, "these are batards." That means "bastards" in French.

Ha ha ha ha, Bridget said a bad word.

Open Google translate and ask for "chopsticks" in French. The answer will be baguettes. Little sticks. Baton also means stick, as you know from Baton Rouge, "red stick."  You'd think baguettes would be called batons, but there you go, this is France here. They're funny. They call their bread charming things like chopsticks and bastards.

This same idea can be used for Vietnamese French style rolls, Bánh mì, an even shorter version.


Why not?

I only wish that this version had the conductor's introduction because it perfectly summarizes what the story was about. Interesting that in 1941 -- the year of Fantasia's production -- the world was descending into dark madness only to be remade in a uniquely American way; truly a struggle between the profane and the sacred.

Welcome To Slaughter Month!

The Romans had only ten months and November was their ninth one. They counted days between January 1st until the end of February. March restarted the Roman calendar afresh. That explains their November being our 11th month and also our numbering of Superbowls from I to LII.

The Anglo-Saxons, being Germans, named their months for yearly rituals. Accordingly, November was called Blotmonað, the month of blood sacrifices. Livestock unlikely to survive the winter or those which were "overstock" were killed for meat. We do this to turkeys to this day.


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

cow milk

Amusing Planet has an article about Japanese milk delivery boxes. They're wooden boxes nailed to the outside of homes for delivery of dairy products.

Of course we have our own milk delivery boxes. Ours are metal with a bit of insulation and they're no less decorated than the Japanese boxes but somehow Amusing Planet finds Japanese milk delivery boxes more charming. Their photography indicates the surrounding architecture is part of the alluring charm.

But so is ours. I imagine our surrounding home architecture and landscaping is interesting to Japanese.

Our delivery boxes are so charming and so useful beyond milk deliveries that one summer, when I was in kindergarten, at early evening through dusk when the fireflies were active in Bethlehem Pennsylvania, where Jesus was born, so I thought at the time, I caught a dozen or so lightning bugs and saved them in the milk box on the porch. I thought they'd be fun to keep and that was the handiest container. Pretty good plan. Don't you think? The next morning to my dismay the bugs were all dead.

What a bummer!

Oh, some were still kind of alive, sort of, but they weren't lighting up like they did the evening before.

The Japanese boxes are okay. But Amusing Planet neglected to tell us what the words on the boxes mean. That's a big part of their alluring decoration. Just as our lettering is to them. If anything, after this you'll be able to recognize the kanji characters for "cow, beef, and the like," and for "milk."

Not everything is kanji. You'll see it on packages and signs. The other systems of writing are symbols for sounds. Sometimes they're mixed. Just like Egyptian hieroglyphs. Sometimes they stand for the thing and sometimes they stand for the sound of the word for the thing. So you must speak the language to write it. The sound systems have a lot fewer characters. One such system is called hiragana. And the place name on one of the boxes is Hirogano. The hiragana system is designated with a character shaped like a U. See this. An abbreviation. They don't bother writing the remaining sounds for their word for the system of sounds. And that's an odd shape in Kanji right off. The place name Hirogano, a ski resort, I think, such as Alta, but not nearly so spectacular, begins with the same character.

More Japanese wooden home delivery milk boxes and more words describing the milk delivery industry at Amusing Planet

White House Halloween 2017

This is long. But not the longest. The longer one is forty-one minutes.  You can change the speed if you like then everyone moves right along. My favorite are the very little kids. Betsy Devos shows up dressed as Mrs Frizzle. Sara Huckabee's little kids are adorable.

Titanic Failure At HuffPost

Headline at The Huffington Post: "Cruising on the Trump Titanic:"*

The gist of the HuffPo article is that Paul Ryan is not at all plussed by today's (yesterday's for EST readers) indictments. Consequently, HuffPo exhorts:
Meanwhile, I have some advice for Americans, and specifically Wisconsinites. Check out an honest, caring ironworker from Racine named Randy Bryce, who’s running against Ryan in 2018. Let’s make America America again.
Let's do that -- let's check out Randy Bryce. The first Google result that pops into my browser concerns a smear tweet by Bryce accusing Ivanka Trump of having an affair with Justin Trudeau [ed. note: Google, get this search result under control!!].

Like that shit's gonna fly in Wisconsin. It might fly among the female jealousy-fueled, Ivanka-hating nooks and grannies of the NYT, where the butt sisters also conspired to bring down Sarah Palin -- but I have serious doubts about Wisconsin. Well except for Madison.  I'd say that HuffPo just destroyed Bryce's chances.
*I don't actually read The Huffington Post. I found this topic via a Google alert set to "Titanic" and this popped up just a few hours ago.


The seventh episode in season three of The Twilight Zone is a very good one - it is the retelling of an age-old fable, this time set in the old west. Appearing in this version is Lee Marvin, Strother Martin, Lee Van Cleef and various other players. The story is a good one, well told. For those who have not seen it, go watch it now. 

Are you back? Good, otherwise what follows might be a spoiler. That Twilight Zone epi reminded me of something that actually happened to me on Halloween evening back in 1990. In those days I lived in a town that had over 60 miles of paved trails through the neighborhoods - the trails went uphill and down, all around through the woods, and you could get to any part of town without riding on the road. Sure, you would cross various streets, but there wasn't much traffic, so sometimes I would hop on my mountain bike and get some miles in after work but before it got too dark.

This particular Halloween it was a dark and non-stormy night, with Halloween stuff all over the place - ghosts hanging in trees, pumpkins carved into hideous visages glowing from some ungodly internal light, skeletons lounging about, spider webs draped everywhere, and some of the webs were not made by the spiders in the woods, doncha know.

So there I was riding along, minding my own business, riding fast so I could get home before it got pitch black out in the forest and while climbing a short rise that led up to a cul-de-sac, the strangest thing happened. A thing I had never experienced in my tens of thousands of miles of bicycling. As I cranked up the hill my right ankle was gripped by a bony hand. How can this be, I thought? I mean something had grabbed my lower leg, front and back and it was not letting go. I glanced down to my right, thinking that perhaps a dog had come out of the woods and latched on to my tender ankle with his sharp teeth. Nope, no dog. Maybe it was a Dwayyo? Nope, no Dwayyo. What the hey?

Since I still had my wits about me and I still had some momentum, I rolled up to the cul-de-sac and stopped to see what the hell was going on. Well, what do you know, the top cap head bolt, a lowly Allen screw, one of the two that secured my water bottle cage to the seat tube, had backed out and was gone, leaving the cage free to rotate and grab my leg like a bony, skeletal hand of death trying to drag me down into the earth. Phew - that was a close one. I retrieved my Allen wrench set from my tool kit and removed the one remaining screw, put the bottle cage in my other pack and rode on, thankful that I had dodged the supernatural for another day. Some day I won't be that lucky.

Monday, October 30, 2017

Tony Podesta discovers he's in the crosshairs of the Special Prosecutor investigation

This item is published on Politico, here.

Reorganization at the Podesta Group has Tony Podesta stepping down from the super-lobbying group that bears his name. Former Trump campaign chairman Paul Manafort worked for the Podesta lobbying group to advance the interests of Ukraine and Russia.

As the virus infected brain affected hoards on Twitter and Reddit and Facebook all self congratulate that Manafort arrest is intended to flip him to get Trump, that is what their media taught them after all, there is reasoned speculation that Manaforts indictment is leading to cooperation with special counsel Mueller to investigate  the Podesta Group.

Federal records show The Podesta Group and the Mercury Group both doing work on behalf of Manafort's Ukraine front group and despite their lobbying activity neither group was disclosed legally as required.
Podesta Group filed paperwork with the Justice Department in April stating that it had done work for the European Centre for a Modern Ukraine that also benefited the same Ukrainian political party that Manafort once advised. Podesta Group said at the time it believed its client was a European think tank untethered to a political party. 
Read more, if you like.

But it will poison your brain and damage your soul if you do.

book review without reading the book

Instapundit has this:

IN THE MAIL: The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing.

Goody gumdrops, this sounds like my sort of thing. Japanese sure are clever about storing things, concealing things, making it look like they've got more space than they do. Let's see if we want to buy this book and use it to declutter our life.

Amazon "Look inside" feature is sometimes somewhat useful. Other times it just shows the preface and other unhelpful publishing related gunk. But yesterday it really was helpful in showing how contents of a book are arranged. That book was Middle Egyptian Literature by Allen. It shows the eight stories really are printed in hieroglyphics even though the originals are in hieratic (handwriting script) and the transliteration (the phonetic sounds for words) and English. That is essential to know about the book. So I bought it. New, from Abe Books for seven dollars less than Amazon. Now that's useful.

Maybe this one will be too.

The "Look inside" feature shows contents.

Why can't I keep my house in order?
* You can't tidy if you've never learned how
* A tidying marathon doesn't cause rebound
* Tidy a little a day and you'll be tidying forever
* Why you should aim for perfection
* The moment you start you reset your life
* Storage experts are hoarders
* Sort by category, not by location
* Don't change the method to suit your personality
* Make tidying a special event, not a daily chore

Finish discarding first
* Start by discarding, all at once, intensely and completely
* Before you start, visualize your destination
* Selection criterion: does it spark joy?
* One category at a time
* Starting with mementos spels certain failure
* Don't let your family see
* If you're mad at your family, your room may be the cause
* What you don't need, your family doesn't either
* Tidying is a dialogue with one's self
* What to do when you can't throw something away

Tidying by category works like magic
* Tidying order follow the correct order of categories
* Clothing: place every item of clothing in the house on the floor
* Loungewear: downgrading to "loungewear" is taboo
* Clothing storage fold it right and solve your storage problems
* How to fold: the best way to fold for perfect appearance
* Arranging clothes: the secret to energizing your closet
* Storing socks: treat your socks and stockings with respect
* Seasonal clothes: eliminate the need to store off-season clothes
* Storing books put all your books on the floor
* Unread books: "sometime" means "never"
* Books to keep those that belong in the hall of fame
* Sorting papers: rule of thumb -- discard everything
* All about papers: how to organize troublesome papers
* Komono (miscellaneous items) keep things because you love them -- not "just because"
* Common types of komono: disposables
* Small change: make "into my wallet" your motto
* Sentimental items: your parents' home is not a haven for mementos
* Photos: cherish who you are now
* Astounding stockpiles I have seen
* Reduce until you reach the point where something clicks
* Follow your intuition and all will be well

Storing your things to make your life shine
* Designate a place for each thing
* Discard first, store later
* Storage: pursue ultimate simplicity
* Dont scatter storage spaces
* Gorget about "flow planning" and "frequency of use"
* Never pile things: vertical storage is the key
* No need for commercial storage items
* The best way to store bags is in another bag
* Empty your bag every day
* Items that usurp floor space belong in the closet
* Keep things out of the bath and the kitchen sink
* Make the top shelf of the bookcase your personal shrine
* Decorage your closet with your secret delights
* Unpack and de-tag new clothes immediately
* Don't underestimate the "noise" of written information
* Appreciate your possessions and gain strong allies

The magic of tidying dramatically transforms your life
* Put your house in order and discover what you really want to do
* The magic effect of tidying
* Gaining confidence in life through the magic of tidying
* An attachment to the past or anxiety about the future
* Learning that you can do without
* Do you greet your house?
* Your possessions want to help you
* Your living space affects your body
* I sit true that tidying increases good fortune?
* How to identify what is truly precious
* Being surrounded by things that spark joy makes you happy
* Your real life begins after putting your house in order

Goodness, I feel like I've read the whole book already.

This book is rated 4+1/2 stars from 12,568 reviews. I think reading the worst reviews will tell us what we need to know about this book beyond its table of contents. What follows is copy/paste 1 star reviews. It's only 5%

Manafort, Gates surrender to federal authorities


Two rather crooked guys surrender to Federal authorities.

Who are themselves rather crooked. 

None of the online pages specify who these Federal authoritahs are. 

The FBI, I think.

None of them mention how insanely compromised Robert Mueller nor how truly weird this investigation at every point.

None mention the FBI's own complicity with Fusion's Steele document.

None mention the FBI using the Steele dossier to wiretap Mueller and Trump as candidate and to initiate this investigation. None mention Mueller operating with an open checkbook nor his assembling a team of Democrat operatives.

But none of that stops what appears to be entirely left wing news organizations splooging all over YouTube with rushed frenetic videos, slathering with voices that sensible people dismissed years ago over video of two guys walking into a building.

Here's one that's not like that. 

The guilty plea of George Papadopoulos marked the first criminal count citing interactions between Trump campaign associates and Russian intermediaries during the campaign.

The charges ushered Mueller's investigation into a new phase with felony charges for key members of the Trump campaign.

Papadopoulos' plea occurred Oct.5 and was unsealed Monday. He admitted lying about the nature of his interactions with foreign nationals who he thought had close connections to senior Russian government officials with dirt on Hillary Clinton.

Separate charges against Manafort and Rick Gates contend the men acted as unregistered foreign agents for Ukrainian interests with several other financial counts.

The Manafort indictment doesn't reference the Trump campaign or make any allegations about t coordination between the Kremlin and the president's aids to influence the outcome of the eection in Trump's favor. 

Both men were funneling money through foreign companies and bank accounts as part of their political work for Ukraine. 

They face twelve counts including conspiracy against the United States, conspiracy to launder money, acting as an unregistered foreign agent, making false statements, and several charges related to failing to report foreign bank and financial accounts. 

Daniel Greenfield writes on the failure of Globalization

Greenfield is a tremendous writer, fantastic at delineating big picture issues. I cannot understand why he doesn't have a much greater following. Judging by the number of comments left there, so far, only six to this article. I'm guessing people's minds are too blown to comment, or readers have nothing useful to add. Maybe they're intimidated.

He begins by citing Merkel with Obama at her side defending globalism against Trump. They, with Thomas Friedman consider Trump's nationalism tantamount to returning to caves. equating globalization with civilization itself. It doesn't occur to them actual civilizations don't mix as envisioned. They imagine our advances will rub onto them others more than other civilizations lack of development will affect us. They traced the rise of globalization to the fall of the Berlin Wall where Merkel and Obama were talking.
But globalization didn’t bring down the Berlin Wall. Nationalism did. The pro-democracy activists wanted a country where the people had a voice. That’s the opposite of globalization in which there are no nations and only the influential figures of various stripes have any kind of impact. 
By the time that Merkel and Obama grasped the what Trump's victory and Brexit means for globalization, Berlin was already seeing the results of their philosophy. Migrants were supposed to supplement the German workforce. Instead, they aren't working. The refugees came for Germany's generous welfare programs and they're wrecked enough that Merkel wants to pay them to leave.

Globalization moved production to countries with the lowest standards of living and the least human rights and the most government intervention in their economies. At the same time it moved immigrants with the lowest work ethic to America and Germany for welfare programs intended to soften the economic impact of globalization on the native population.
Instead of binding the world closer together, globalization financed a renewed wave of aggression by former failed Communist states and enabled Islamic terrorists to strike deep in the heart of the West. 
The ambitious dreams of globalization that once appeared to unite big government advocates on the left with free marketers on the right have become a nightmare. Their failures have led to a renewed affinity for Socialism and even Communism on the left.  
Globalization interlinks economies and societies often more by their weaknesses than by their strengths. It exports instability more easily than stability and conflict more easily than progress. 
 Sophisticated systems are more vulnerable than primitive ones. It’s why Afghanistan and Iraq made more of an enduring mark on America than the other way around. In a globalized world, colonialism works in reverse with unstable societies exporting their instability to stable societies.
I swiped too much already.

More at Sultan Knish. Recommended.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Bruce Maxwell arrested for aiming gun at food deliverer

Well. This is awkward.

Just posted about Bruce Maxwell four days ago claiming to be racially profiled when the story he told was him being recognized as protestor specifically by a proclaimed Trump Supporter. And the whole thing sounded like what really does happen, but in reverse, when police are targeted for non service. Imagine that. Who announces their political orientation and their support while serving others? Bent out of shape young liberals do that. There's a reason conservatives are named conservative and not named outrages. They tend to conserve things worth keeping, like manners.

The only professional baseball player to take a knee during the anthem was arrested for threatening a delivery woman. Who even does that? What in the world could provoke anyone into pulling a gun? Apparently this man has a real problem with the people who serve him his food.

Story all over the place here's a list of results from DuckDuckGo browser. They all say the nearly same bare thing.

He plays for Oakland A's but this happened in Scottsdale AZ.

Booked on charges of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon and disorderly conduct.

The first charge is serious, a class two felony in Arizona and it carries a penalty of 36-150 months in prison depending on circumstances. He's currently in jail waiting his initial appearance before a judge where he will be arraigned and receive bail.

Moreover, the waiter who was cited in the original story about him "racially" profiling Maxwell  but described as merely recognizing his protest disputes Maxwell's account. The waiter says that he didn't even know who Bruce Maxwell is and did not recognize him as a protester and did not racially profile anyone. Instead, the waiter carded a person in Maxwell's group who produced an expired ID so the server refused to serve him a drink which upset the friend who followed him into the kitchen.
“He asked me, don’t you know who Bruce Maxwell is, and told me I was making everyone feel uncomfortable. Nobody was even paying attention to them. I didn’t know anything about him or the kneeling. All I know is a friend of mine 15 years ago lost his job for serving someone a drink who happened to be underage, so if anyone looks under 30, I’m going to card them.”
This bit of the story drawn from NYPost. Where there are more details.

Bruce Maxwell, you dun bin profiled. Again.

Yesterday I read somewhere a liberal disputing the high number of thugs in professional sports, particularly football. They cited statistics pulled from somebody's butt comparing convictions for football players with others. I didn't bother studying it, or responding, but being foremost racist in their thinking and their analysis, I'd think they'd be primarily concerned with breaking it down according to race. It would be more revealing for whatever that's worth to count the number of convicted thugs among the athletes protesting with population at large that includes everyone then be amazed at the startling difference.



The confluence of Halloween and local Dodger-mania led me to post this.

If you watch the full episode,* there is a brief cameo by Elroy "Crazylegs" Hirsch at the very end. Hirsch was a native Wisconsinite who played football for the UW-Badgers and went on to play professionally for the LA Rams. He was then GM for the Rams during the Munster era. He returned to Wisconsin to head athletics at the UW in 1969 up until 1987 which is when (and where) I became familiar with him.
*Needs link

Dawn Wells on Hollywood Treasures.

Trooper's earlier post, "Who's That Girl," (the title that's sung in Annie Lennox's voice) reminded me of seeing Dawn Wells having her keepsakes appraised. That was an easy one, Trooper.  As she showed what she saved I kept thinking what a bunch of kitsch and they kept appraising ephemera at $20,000 and $30,000 and blowing my mind like exploding coconuts, after I kept thinking she's lost none of her charm. She says a lot of men that she meets tell her that they married their own Mary Anne and that means a lot of men fell in love with her character.