Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Why the science is never settled.

It's been a long time since we heard from our old buddy, Chip Ahoy, but, while I'm not the Renaissance man he is, one of us occasionally finds something a little more esoteric than our usual run of topics. This is one of those times.

Some time ago, a guy named Simcha Jacobovici had a syndicated show called The Naked Archeologist. The idea was he went beyond the usual establishment ideas and got his hands dirty showing you how people lived way back when. The Blonde couldn't stand him because, "He acts like he knows everything".

Could be he does.

As all of us who watched TV as kids, we knew Chuck Heston led the children of Israel out of bondage from Yul Brynner and his Magnificent 70,000. The same Yul Brynner who fathered like, a thousand kids, and was the hero of Kadesh. This was the establishment view of the subject. The 2 heavy hitters of the ancient world going nose to nose for the heavyweight championship of Egypt. A terrific story, right?

Unfortunately, the Bible never names who was Pharaoh. It just calls him Pharaoh because that's the way he signed his Christmas cards.

A few years after his TV show, James Cameron, of Titanic fame, produced a special for Jacobovici about his idea of how the Ten Plagues, and a couple of other things, might have happened. The hook was Jacobovici wasn't interested in dates, he was looking for a cause. What could make all these things happen in such a short period? Especially since all these things were known to have happened elsewhere in Africa before and after the events in the Bible.

And he found it.

The Santorini Eruption, which wiped out the Minoan Civilization. A great many of the Plagues were explainable by that alone, although some, like the death of Egypt's firstborn, required a knowledge of Egyptian culture. All well and good, you might think, but the Establishment says, "The Science is settled. We've got a great movie we all watch every Easter and you're wrecking it" .

The debate lay there until a few years ago when a stele (stone tablet), found in the mid 60s, was given another look. Cursory examination presumed it was a retelling of a battle, but a more close look showed it was about the warring of the elements and was a description of a terrible storm that struck Egypt, darkening the land for 3 days with hail and fire (lightning) traveling along the ground. The stele dated from the reign of Ahmose I, which coincided with (ta da) the Santorini Eruption.

So there was proof of the Plagues not taking place during the reign of Ramses II. But wait, as they say, there's more.

A couple other phenomena mentioned in Exodus are also explained by the Santorini Eruption. One, of course, is the Pillar of Fire, which Freud in his book, Moses And Monotheism (good read btw), thought was a reference to an old volcano god. Since seismic disturbances can have effects many miles away, the idea that a long-dormant volcano was kicked into life all makes sense, but that's only the beginning.

Remember some years ago there was a killer tidal wave in Indonesia near a resort? What was the description? "The sea just went away", and people walked out onto the ocean bed to watch all the fish flopping around.

What happened after a while? The sea came back, with devastating results.

That tidal wave was caused by a phenomenon very likely similar to the one in the Bible, if we take into account the Santorini Eruption.

Just like in the movie. 

What is so cool about all this is science once again proves the veracity of the Bible, much like the location of the Garden of Eden, and science also shows the Science is never settled no matter how much  smarter all the atheist Lefty hipsters think they are. The Bible is always smarter.

It's also cool that Jacobovici has the last laugh because he refused to go along with the crowd. Which, I think, is a great little object lesson for us all.


Monday, March 29, 2021

I thought the government was supposed to help us

Just when you thought it was safe to trust your doctor again, here's this.

Remember all those concerns about the vaccine? Here's how bad it really is.

We've had twice as many vaccine deaths in the past year than in the past decade.

CDC says the number is "miniscule". Keep in mind this is the same CDC that only verified about 6% of the deaths attributed to the Pritzker Palsy were actually caused by it in the fine print on their website until it became common knowledge on the 'Net. And then there are the guys who went through the death certs and said real deaths were between 1/2 to 1/8 of 1%.

Which leads us to another question, how "miniscule" is your life? Seems kinda like the mission of the DC alphabet soup isn't to protect the American people but to hush up any bad news.

PS Notice how fast after Chlamydia was named point ho for the mess on the border that the clown car said, "No", she wasn't?

Looks like they trust her like Zippy trusted the doofus from Dover.

So who gets to be PUS finally? Pelosi Galore? Chuckie? Buttpeg? Alyssa Milano?



Friday, March 26, 2021

RIP Larry McMurtry

 

I knew Larry McMurtry, slightly and briefly. We were both Washington-area booksellers in the 70s--which is much like saying Greg Norman and I were both American golfers in the 80s. Larry was in Georgetown selling first editions and choice Americana; I was out in the burbs, making the rent (or not) on estate-sale books and half-price paperbacks--most of them, it seemed, Harlequin Romances.

Before the internet (back in my day, sonny), you carried your expertise in your head. There were reference books--big, heavy reference books--but you couldn't haul them to a yard sale or a church bazaar. There were "book scouts" who traveled around buying unrecognized rarities cheap, and selling them to established dealers. They were a romantic breed, in a nerdish sort of way, at least to book people. McMurtry was a scout for a couple of years, before opening his store.

One of the best ways to buy stock was at the big annual charity book sales, and the biggest and best was that of the Vassar Alumnae Association. Larry was traditionally first in line at the Vassar Sale. He'd show up before dawn with a sleeping bag, a big East Texas cotton-picking sack, and a couple of minions. As soon as the doors opened, he would dash for the Rare Books section, and his minions would fan out over the floor. Anything that looked at all promising would go in the big sack. After the first rush was over, they would gather in a quiet corner to inspect their books, decide which ones to keep, and pile the rest on the nearest table. A dick move for sure, but he was royalty in that little world, and no one called him on it.

Larry wrote somewhere that the three great loves of his life were women, books and the road. He had plenty of all three. His wives and girlfriends were an A-List of beauty and celebrity; his store in Archer City had, at one time, close to half a million volumes. And he really, really loved to drive. Not quaint back roads either, but the Interstates. Once, when I mentioned to him that my folks had retired to West Texas, he got a dreamy look in his eyes and talked for a while about the long straight highways, the little towns, the empty spaces.

He was, among many other things, an academic's academic, as comfortable discussing Mme DeStael and Pirandello and Russian cinema as the Old West. But he will be remembered for Gus McCrae and Woodrow Call, and that's right and proper.


Thursday, March 25, 2021

For Mama

MamaM suggested I do a post on the whole Newsom Nausea vaccine vs gene therapy controversy that's suddenly starting to gurgle.

So here's here's a link to an interview that explains it. What surprised me is that this would be one of those one-of-a-kind pieces that Fake News and Gargoyle would have shot down or drowned out.

Imagine my surprise when Herself said she read the same thing in the local paper.

So now we have a real problem because we're taking stuff for something that it isn't for,

I've copied some of the salient points and italicized them, but do read the whole thing.

the World Health Organization made it abundantly clear that SARS-CoV-2 or the virus and COVID-19, which is a series of clinical presentations of illness were two distinct things.

COVID 19 is not a disease. It is a series of clinical symptoms. It is a giant umbrella of things associated with what used to be associated with influenza and with other febrile diseases.

Anybody tell the Deep State Dwarf?

The illusion in February was that SARS-CoV-2 caused COVID-19. The problem with that definition and with the expectation is that the majority of people who test positive using the RT-PCR method for testing, for fragments of what is associated with SARS-CoV-2 are not ill at all. The illusion that the virus causes a disease fell apart. That’s the reason why they invented the term asymptomatic carrier.

So they've been lying for a year.

most of the people who have a positive test will never have a single symptom. Most of the people who have symptoms do not have positive tests.

A shell game.

The causal link that the media, the CDC made and the COVID tracker, which is the collaboration between the Bloomberg Foundation, the Gates Foundation, Zuckerberg Foundation and others, the official numbers that we get draped across the screens every morning of our computers in our televisions, those numbers are willfully lying. They have been willfully lying since the inception of this. There is not a causal link between these things that have never been established.

Now we get to the heart of the matter. Bloomie, Zuck, and that nice Mr Gates are pushing this hard.

Why? They have no medical expertise. Who would want them or expect them to do this?

A viral infection hasn’t been documented in the majority of what is called cases. There is no basis for that conflation other than the manipulation of the public. That’s the first half of the problem. The second half of the problem is that what is being touted as a vaccination, which as you well know when somebody says the word vaccination, the public understanding is that you are being treated with an attenuated or alive virus

Who wants to manipulate the public? This is more than a set-up for mail-in voting. 

Clearly. This is where the gene therapy comes in and IMHO, this is the scary part.

This is gene therapy. It’s a chemotherapy agent that is gene therapy. It is not a vaccine. What is this doing? It’s sending a strand of synthetic RNA into the human being and is invoking within the human being, the creation of the S1 spike protein, which is a pathogen. It’s a toxin inside of human beings. This is not only not keeping you from getting sick, it’s making your body produce the thing that makes you sick.

So we're talking manipulation of your genes. That's what RNA is; ribonucleic acid, a nucleic acid present in all living cells. Its principal role is to act as a messenger carrying instructions from DNA for controlling the synthesis of proteins. although in some viruses RNA rather than DNA carries the genetic information.

Getting scared?

You will get COVID-19 symptoms from getting the gene therapy passed off as a vaccine. You will get COVID symptoms from that 80% of the time. If you’re exposed to SARS-CoV-2 according to RT-PCR, 80% of the time, you will have no symptoms at all.

A lot of people are having strokes and the like. There's even an issue over which has the highest body count.

My only advice is The Blonde, nurse of 50 years' experience (5 of which in communicable disease), has been skeptical all along. She says you need 2 years to test a new drug and it's only been about 5 months

So we're the guinea pigs.

My question is what else does this do? All the wrong people are for it. People for stuff like Common Core. What else is this about? And what does it do to future generations?

Wait till this hits the tabloids. There will be a war.





Containers killed Brooklyn.....or at least the docks

 



When I was a kid growing up everything revolved around the docks. I might have told this story before but I am an old bastard so I like to repeat myself. You see my uncles worked on the docks like 99% of the people in the neighborhood. Everything revolved around the docks. The restaurants catered to the longshoreman. The stores carried working mans clothing. They even sold stevedore hooks. Then there was all the stuff they stole that fed the economy.

You see they would drop a crate off of the shit and when it broke they would take everything out. The crate would go to the coopers who would fill it with rocks and repair it and send it off to Kansas or wherever. Then they would go up and down the neighborhood and sell whatever they had. Dresses. Watches. Tools. Whatever. You could get some great bargains. Ten cents on the dollar.

Then they invented the container. Everything was in these huge metal boxes. No matter how high you lifted and dropped it ....well it just didn't break. It went right off the ship onto the truck. They had to build these big cranes to lift the containers off the ship. So they moved the ships out to Jersey or Howland Hook in Staten Island where they had room to build the cranes. Plus they needed a lot less people. It wasn't like an ant hill with hundreds of guys carrying sacks and crates. It was just a couple of crane operators. The union had to go on strike to get a guarantied wage for some of their members. Which they did. They closed the books since they needed so many fewer guys. It was a bloodbath.

Almost all of the longshoremen moved out to Staten Island or Jersey. Over the Guinea Gangplank and out of Brooklyn. To be replaced first by yuppies and then by hipsters. Now there is nothing left of a 150 year old culture. It's all gone.

So I don't care if a container ship sinks. I hope they all sink. We should buy American and only American. America First. Last. Always. 

WKRLEM TV: To cheer you up... a little Pussy Galore

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

A cat's life

 As it must come to every life, the end came to a great cat of mine today. 


Here he is in 2008 staring at the new puppy. He was 8 years old when that picture was taken.

But I really should start at the beginning. In 2000 I changed jobs and came off the road. I didn't want to be that old guy schlepping through airports, never staying put, just chasing customers and money and not putting down roots, dragging my suitcase down yet another concourse in some strange city, running, hoping not to miss my flight, and so on. 

So I took a job that allowed me to stay home. By some chance, my then-girlfriend had just started working at a place and she found some feral cats, including a tiny kitten who was in rough shape. She took him home, nursed him back to health, and after a couple of weeks I asked if the little fellow could come live at my house. He could.


He was a wee little bitty thing, but he made it. He was the first cat I got as an adult. Knowing nothing of cats and how their cat brains worked I thought "He should have a little cat buddy". I have since learned that cats are not pack animals, but that's how we learn, eh?

By then my GF was working at a vet's office and they had a resident cat that needed to be rehomed. I asked what he was like and she said "He purrs a lot." Well, that's all I needed to hear. So in early August 2000 I got my second cat. I almost named him Truckee because he purred like a truck, but decided he needed an Italian name to go with the first cat which I had named "Benianimo", a misspelling of the first name of a favorite sculptor of mine. So I named the new cat "Topolino" which means little mouse, and I have taken some grief over the years for that, but what the hey. I thought of it as ironic, as he was neither little nor a mouse.


Here they are, a bit later, maybe 2001 or so. 

Years passed, other cats came and went, dogs showed up, then they too moved on. Through it all Topolino was steadfast. Purring, sticking to his Pappy like glue. 

He didn't have a lot of adventures, he was an indoor cat after an unfortunate Christmas eve in 2000, but he was content. I took him to the vet, kept him well fed, safe from all the other animals that occupied our house, and as with the best of cats, as he got older he would sleep on top of me and steal my heat. I was good with that. Anything to lighten his metabolic burden. 

Speaking of lighten, in 2005 I had to get my mitral valve repaired and one of the discharge instructions I got from my heart surgeon was "Do not lift anything that weighs over 15 pounds." I had to tell Topo that for a while, anyway, he was out of luck - since he weighed 16 pounds at the time I couldn't pick him up. We adjusted, I got better, and over the years he lost weight.

Have I mentioned his purring? People always mention his purring when they talk about their interactions with him. He would purr if you looked at him. The vet complained that she couldn't hear his heart because he purred so loudly. He was a purring little fellow. I found that very comforting to me, and clearly it worked for Topo as he lived to be 21, and it is my unscientific opinion that all that purring had a curative power. 


I took this picture last week - he was sitting on me and the light showed off his whiskers nicely. 

Yeah, I am going to miss that little fellow a lot. Twenty one years is a long time. My marriage only lasted a bit longer than that and unlike my wife, Topo never complained, didn't take half my net worth nor drag me through a months long court process that ate up what little money I had left. He was grateful for everything we shared and never failed to purr to let me know.

Recently his health failed, his strength escaped him, and this morning I knew it was time. I never want to deprive an animal of a single day of good health or sunshine or food or companionship, but there comes a time you know that it is serving no one to prolong a life of pain or infirmity. Today was that day. 

I know that for months I will see him out of the corner of my eye, call the other cat by his name, and only slowly will I adjust to the fact that he is gone. 

Thanks for everything, Topolino, twenty one years was a great run for a cat and I hope I was as good a Pappy as you were a cat.

On Contained Goods, Gusts of Winds and the Ever Given Nature of Things,

Early reports speculated the vessel suffered a loss of power, but the ship's operator, Evergreen Marine Corp, told Agence-France Press:  "the container accidently ran aground after a suspected gust of wind hit it".  

Another massive containership of goods ran into trouble Tuesday.  The Ever Given, a megaship longer than four football fields, ran aground and became stuck sideways in the middle of the Suez Canal.  Headed to Rotterdam from China, it's currently causing a huge traffic jam, with ships backed up on both ends of the canal awaiting passage.  According to The Guardian and NYPost, attempts by small Egyptian vessels to free it have been so far been unsuccessful along with efforts to refloat it.   The ship, built in 2018 is one of a new category of ships called Ultra Large Container Ships (ULCS) some of which are too big for the Panama Canal.  On the right bank a tiny (by comparison) digger can be seen working to free it. 


   

The backlog can be viewed here on Vesselfinder.  

Twice in one week, the wind, which blows where it pleases, has felled the mighty, or at least caused unusual spectacles that are hard to ignore, both with international consequences.

Note:  There's now a Is the Ship Still Stuck? website

Panda Sex with Charles Bukowski


 


 it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street

I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I'd tell my woman,
"Ah, what a marvelous radio!"
the next morning I'd take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I'd take the window
back to the glass man.
I don't remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.

WRKRLM FM: Tom is back


It's been too long.

Marvin Hagler murdered by the Fauci and his vaccine


This is quite possibly the best first round of any fight I ever saw. Hagler and Hearns. Two warriors.

It's a shame that a great warrior like Marvin Hagler had to die because he relied on fake science, liars and cheats.

WKRLEM FM- Andrew Dice Cuomo (Not safe for work)

Kids in cages? What's the big deal?

 


The communists in the press and in the Congress made a big deal about kids in cages down on the border during the Trump Administration. Of course it was the Obama administration that started that and the picture they kept using dated from the Magic Negro's years of abusing his office. Not that you would ever hear about it in the press. 

Now that idiot Biden has ramped up illegal immigration to Mach seven. Every Tomas, Julio and Jose has poured over the border. Hundreds of unaccompanied minors have been brought in to be sex trafficked and abused. There are so many people that they can't even process them. They are not even giving them a court date. They are just releasing them and telling them to contact immigration to get their status straightened out. Yeah that's going to happen.

They refuse to let independent journalist into the concentration camps where they have all the illegals. They are not even letting in the trained lap dogs who will give them good press. That's because it is so bad that even they can't cover it up. 

It is a scandal of biblical proportions. Nobody seems to care.

I say put them all in cages. Throw away the key. Just like they used to do in the old days. When real Americans ran things. 

Otherwise we can just give up and officially declare America dead. 

It's sick out there and getting sicker.

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Not at this time

 

John Glenn was a lousy politician but he did say one thing in his life that made sense. When they asked him how he felt about sitting in his rocket ship about to blast off he said: I felt exactly how you would feel if you were getting ready to launch and knew you were sitting on top of 2 million parts — all built by the lowest bidder."

So yesterday I get a call from my doctor to tell me he has the vaccine and I am eligible because of my age and my underlying condition. He asked if I wanted the shot. I said not at this time. He asked me why. I said "That shot is made by Johnson and Johnson. You know who owns Johnson and Johnson. The guy who owns the Jets. Why would I ever take a shot from the guy who owns the Jets?"

He couldn't disagree.

This shot is very dangerous. It killed Marvin Hagler. The guy got hit in the face for ninety rounds by angry moolies and didn't have a mark on him. One needle and he is dead.

Closer to home my 82 year old mother-in-law took the shot. Ten days later she had a mini stroke. Coincidence? I think not. We know a school teacher who took the shot and ten days later dropped dead. I bet there are thousands of cases like that which are being covered up by the media and the government. I don't know if I will ever be able to travel again if I don't get the shot but I am going to stick it out as long as I can.

When Mom was in the hospital they only allowed one visitor at a time. When it was my turn I told her a story about strokes. You see there were these three old ladies sitting on a bench at a park in Florida. A guy wearing a raincoat comes up and opens it up and he is naked and his pisca deal is hanging out. The first lady had a stroke. The second lady had a stroke. But the third lady didn't have a stroke. You know why?

Her arms were too short.

Monday, March 22, 2021

RIP Elgin Baylor....gone but not forgoten


One of the all time great basketball players the LA Lakers Elgin Baylor has passed today. He was one of the last undersized forwards to play in the NBA as taller players began to dominate. He was silky smooth with his jumper and going to the hole. Just look at the highlights. He doesn't force it to dunk all the time or set up for a 3 pointer on every play. He got inside and got his shot.

I remember seeing him in 1968 at the Garden in one of the first games I ever went to back in the day.
Jerry West. Wilt. Keith Erickson. Elgin. The Lakers and the Knicks. It didn't get any better than that.

Sunday, March 21, 2021

Arbor-realism

 Lockdown log, year two. 

I am watching too much television. I just watched all three seasons of ST:TOS. I enjoyed it. As the saying goes, back when it was first broadcast all we had was a B&W tv so we never knew who was going to die. The colors in the remastered versions are great. Sure, there are a couple of weak epis, but I still have some favorites, such as "City on the Edge of Forever", which reminds me of a Joan Collins joke, but this is neither the time nor place. 

Smooth segue into another story - I had a Panasonic vacuum cleaner. It broke. I fixed it. It broke again and I was unable to repair it. I bought another Panasonic. It lasted five years, then it broke. Repeatedly. Then I saw an ad for a used Bissell. I contacted the seller and today I drove out into the country to purchase it. For $25 it needn't last long to be a better deal than the last two. 

Along the way I saw the fields greening up - alfalfa, I suppose, saw dozens, and that's not an exaggeration, of old log cabin tobacco drying barns. Some were returning to the earth, others are being maintained or even restored. Many were made in the 19th century out of heart pine, which is the heart wood of the long leaf pine tree which is nearly extinct. Tobacco is now an extinct crop around here. I also saw houses along the way, some for sale, some were very nice, but most were too close to the road to suit me.

Which leads me to my next segue - I started watching a horrible, trite, no good, poorly written, cliche-ridden crime procedural, no need to mention the name - that would describe 99% of that sort of show, and thanks to CL I know what to call my ability (affliction, bad habit?) to notice tree species and especially when said species are out of place. The crime fighters are called to the scene of some horrible terrible crime in Baltimore. Yes, the Baltimore in Maryland. The city I have been visiting since 1955. Our intrepid FBI (speaking of a bad joke) agents drive right past a number of palm trees on their way to the house, which is obviously in L.A. Nice. I can't be the only person to notice the fact of how out of place that tropical plant is in alleged Bawmer. It is just so wrong.

Because I needed to watch a cheerful show I watched "Cool Hand Luke" again. I liked it more this time than last, and while there is no need to discuss the plot problems or the memorable quotes, rather, based on the title of this post, I will focus on the trees. First thing I noticed was that the ones around the camp looked like eucalyptus trees. I would swear they were eucs. But they all had Spanish moss hanging on them, which kind of breaks up the profile changes the shape of the crown, and damnit, Spanish moss is the real deal. You shouldn't see that on a euc. 

Once again, Hollywood magic got me - it was filmed in the San Joaquin valley, the trees were all California trees, and the moss was brought in and hung on the indigenous trees just to fool me. How about that! It worked, up to a point. And just so we are clear, those eucalypts are not native to CA, but that's a story for another day.

I laid out a new track in my backyard, slightly longer than the old one, and tonight I ran 10 laps with my RunKeeper going, and it turns out my new track is .075 miles long, which is helpful for calculating how far I run. 

I also went for a walk today, the cherry trees are blooming:

And, because this post has dragged on and on, time for a bit of levity:

Wombo to the rescue.

Friday, March 19, 2021

A change in the weather

 It is 41 degrees here now. The forecast says the temperature will drop to 32 overnight. Cold, is what I am saying. Yet I had to mow the lawn this afternoon. It could not be put off any longer. So I charged up the battery on the riding mower, gassed it up and set about mowing. I was reflecting on the many times in the past that I have mowed this particular lawn, usually in the summer. In the heat. 

Today it was windy and cold. By the time I was through mowing I was concerned about getting frostbite. That's incongruous with lawn mowing. Lawn mowing is associated with heat stroke and sunburn. 

Anyway, that was today's adventure.

Me arriving at the job site.

Thursday, March 18, 2021

I ran out of paper towels the other day

I thought I had some on hand, but when I checked, it turns out that instead of having any paper towels all I had 5,000 rolls of toilet paper. I used a roll of that instead, but today, knowing that we were going to have tornadoes all day I figured I would go to the store early and stock up on paper towels, just in case.

Since I was already out I stopped by my favorite hardware store. Talked to the owner about one thing and another, and noticed that the shelves of his store had been picked clean, as if vultures had been there, making sure not a scrap of anything was left.

Turns out that the $1,400 stimulus checks were getting spent left and right. Willy-nilly, even. I heard stories of people buying things they hadn't even planned on - maybe they stopped by for a Glock but they left with a Glock and an AR and who knows what all. I don't need or want any of that kind of hardware, I am looking for a .22 revolver. A tiny firearm. A so-called mouse gun, not that I would shoot a mouse - no, I prefer to catch them and set them free. But the store didn't have what I was looking for. They did have a Saturday Night Special, I am sure you all remember those - a cheap-ass .22 used by cheap-ass low-lifes in the commission of their low-lifery behaviors. Sumbitch I saw today looked like it would blow up in your hand. So, no, not for me, I can wait. Sitting next to that was a .357 Maximum, yes, that's right, a Maximum, not a magnum. Never even heard of one of those. It was a hulking piece of hardware that is not only too bulky to carry, these days no manufacturer even makes ammo for it. Well, that's not practical, unless you want to carry a club with you at all times. There was also a long barreled .38 police special from back in the pre-semiautomatic days - you see those in all the police shows made prior to the '80s. Nice, but once again, more of an antique at this point. Before switching subjects, I will say that both the .357 Maximum and the .38 long barrel were known for their accuracy at distances greater than needed for most pleece/thugee interactions.

Back in the '90s I studied sculpture under the teacher (not literally, thank goodness) Martine Vaugel, who had trained at the Ecole de Beaux-Arts in Paris. She learned and taught us the same methods used by Rodin and Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux, two of my favorite sculptors. She moved to Durham to attend the Rice Diet scam program, and I say scam as no one I knew who went there ever lost weight, except in their wallet, but that's another story. While she was there she set up a school and taught anyone who was willing to learn. I was thankful to be able to learn that way of sculpting locally. It was awesome. 

She would hire local models and we would do portrait busts or figure studies, and there was this one creepy guy she used, he lived in the back of the studio, was peculiar as all get out, but he had an unusual face, so there you go. I did this bust of him:

That has just been sitting in my attic for 10 years so I loaned it to my friends who live down on the coast. The guy did this with it:

That is the first thing I saw on my computer this morning and it made me laugh.

Anyway, even after 12 hours of level 4 tornado alert which changed to storm warnings then to a watch, we ended up getting an intense thunderstorm that lasted a half hour or so. I am not complaining, and I am thankful that we now get advance warning on potentially severe weather. But after all that I was able to go running tonight under moonlight and that was very nice. Better that than tornadoes. 

Ain't good for nothin'.

Faster than a speeding bullet

 


"So Superman I would really like to get to know you better. You know. Find out about the man under the costume so to speak"
"I am afraid that is not possible Lois. I don't think you would want to anyway."
"Why not. You know I am really attracted to you."
"It won't work Lois. I only like older women. Plus you know what they say about me."
"More powerful than a locomotive/"
"No. Faster than a speeding bullet. Somehow I don't think you would like that. Now please excuse me while I go upstairs and put a bullet in my head."


RIP Lt. Pope.


RIP Yaphet Kotto who starred in one of my all time favorite films "Across 110th St."

One of if not the best blackspoltation film of all time it had more stars than the summer sky. Just in this clip alone you saw the great Burt Young get killed as a glorified extra. You had Tony Quinn and the great Anthony Franciosa and Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch. You had black pimps and ho's and Mafia hit men and brutal and corrupt cops. You know. Reality.

This is how it was in 1972. This is how it is in 2021. They just refuse to acknowledge it because it is not politically correct to tell the truth.

Yaphet had limited range as an actor. He got the parts that the guy with the fucked up eye turned down. Still he was a talented even though you could never understand what the fuck he was saying.

RIP buddy. You did good.


Another thing I noticed

 

I have probably posted Take Five ten times here, but it is good. Tonight I noticed that Joe Morello starts playing this tune using a traditional grip. Then he flips the sticks around and used the big ends to play his solo a bit louder. Then I noticed his glasses - turns out he only had partial vision. Who knew? What an amazing drummer.


How about a drum solo in 7/4 using only sticks, no drums. Once again, I am amazed.

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

For all us old cavalry troopers, redlegs, and doughboys (if only on Saturday afternoon)

Attending a St Paddy's Day party, I chanced to hear my Songbirds of the South warbling Danny Boy and I was cad enough to ask for some real Irish songs. They really didn't know any except The Unicorn and I mentioned that most of the songs of the US Army are of Irish origin and just got a blank look.

So, for Mary Alice and Priscilla, I submit some real Irish songs.



 




PS In the last couple of days, a few polls have come out showing the American people are not pleased with the lying dogfaced pony soldier. While we should all approach polls with a less-than-tolerant skepticism, I noted they all seemed to hover at about 75% disapproval. I did a little reverse engineering of my own estimate of what the last election would have looked like with an honest count and only came up with 2/3.

Make of this what you will.




I endeavor to remain on good terms with the crows in my yard

 I recently saw an Aston Martin DB Mark III sedan for sale and that reminded me of the DB Mark I convertible that was featured in Hitchcock's "The Birds". Then that got me to thinking about an interesting trick that Ol' Hitch played on the audience. 

I saw that movie in the theater when it was released, I remember the promotional campaign with the slogan "The Birds is Coming!" and eventually it did arrive in my small town and I paid my thirty five cents and got some popcorn and sat myself down and watched it. Little did I suspect that years later I would vacation in the little town of Bodega Bay and visit the school house and marvel at the movie magic that Alfred wrought to bring that incomprehensible story to the screen. I use that word, but perhaps unexplained would work too - starts with a seagull then involves all the birds in the whole area. That is the stuff of nightmares, but I still like birds, figure if I treat them well perhaps they won't turn on me for no particular reason.

A while ago, last week or maybe it was three years ago, who can tell these days, I saw a clip that amazed me. Hitchcock was a tricky sumbitch and until it was pointed out to me I never noticed it. It being the magic front door:


The Summer of Boo Boo

 


We were always wary of the campers in the summer time. I mean they were a bunch of weirdoes and all. Who comes to the woods to live in a tent when you can go to the beach and sip Mai Tais? Still and all there were repeat visitors who had to come to upstate New York to go camping because they were too poor to go to the Hamptons or the Jersey Shore. At least there weren't a lot of Jews because they were all in the Catskills with Mrs. Masiel.  Mostly there were Italians and Irish and a few Pollacks.

In particular there was this one Italian family that were very scary. The father was a craggy faced sour puss who liked to lecture everyone. The mother was half a retard because all she did was waltz around all over the place like she was an Australian or something.

The worst were the two sons. One was a real dummy who pretended he was Roger Grimsby or something since he was always trying to interview you. Maybe somebody should take him fishing and not bring him back.  It was the older one who was very creepy. He kept bothering sister bear. He would tell her how big his hands were and asked if she would date ten year olds. 

Then he started touching her. On her bear skin so to speak. He was a creepy rapist

I always wondered what happened to him, I heard he went into politics.

(Stan and Jan Berenstain "Son of Boo Boo", The E True Hollywood Story of the Berenstain Bears)

We Didn't Have Doctor Seuss Books

 . . . "we" being my one-year-older brother and I. We grew up in the prime of their popularity, but we never owned or read one; so this latest book-banning nonsense doesn't hit me viscerally (at least, no more viscerally than any book-banning does). I've looked at a few since, and I can't say I'm impressed. Silliness is fine, but it's not enough, even for toddlers.

What we had was Uncle Wiggily:

(. . . and for my entire life, up until yesterday, I didn't realize that it was spelled "Wiggily," not "Wiggly.")

These stories were from an older generation --  Howard Garis started writing them for newspapers in 1910. Perhaps our parents remembered them fondly, bought them for our older sister, and then recycled them for us. And I bet they sometimes regretted it. Boy, did we love Uncle Wiggily. We demanded an Uncle Wiggily story be read to us every night. Every night. Again and again.

The part we liked most was the very end, which always took the form: "and next, if [something surreal and improbable] doesn't happen, I'll tell you the story of . . ." Here's a couple:

"So if the doorknob doesn't try to crawl through the keyhole to play bean bag with the rice pudding in the gas stove oven, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the elephant."

"So if the pussy cat doesn't claw the tail off the letter Q and make it look like a big, round O, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the little boy's skates."

Monday, March 15, 2021

Fredo's new hire.

 I studied ASL right up until all the old folks fell over dead from the chink flu. I remember enough of what I learned to be able to understand what this guy was signing. I think it's funny. 

https://twitter.com/i/status/1368757924512870402

WKRLEM: Scenes that would not be allowed today.


Along with the rest of Mel Brooks catalog.

Who knew that the 1970's was a golden age for free speech. 

Saturday, March 13, 2021

Two, two posts in one!

 First up, let's play another exciting round of Who's That TV Show:


Bonus points for the back story on that episode.

Next up, Wild Kingdom, and there is nothing mutual about it.

Last night I heard something making noise under the sink. I checked, and what do you know - a mouse was in the mouse trap. What I find interesting is that is the first time I have caught a mouse all winter, and yesterday it was 80 degrees here - perhaps he came inside to escape the heat!


I took the little fellow out back and turned him loose. Time will tell whether or not he returns.

My cats were sunning themselves, they can't be bothered with chasing food on the hoof - food just shows up in their food bowls like magic. No fuss, no muss, just food.


Yesterday was my dog's 13th birthday - dogs know nothing of such things, but I gave her an extra dog biscuit for being such a good dog for so long. We went for a walk and went running last night. 


Yeah, I have posted this one a number of times but I like the Salt Flats and the strings on the guitar are wiggly:


From the comments:


Great video mister.. I didn't know you could play spaghetti so magnificently

  • And there you have it!
Update:

I just checked the local news site and saw this:


That's quite a temperature swing from yesterday. Now it is showing -94. Heat wave!