Tuesday, July 29, 2014

My apologies



I'm not contagious.  Aside from a temperature from an infection, I'm OK.  But I have to say at my age, even a little bit takes the wind out of the sails. Today is a day to catch up on a lot of missed work so I'll get to that and ... well... there it is.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Here it is in a nutshell

Senator Ted Cruz - Texas Nutshell
I'll make this short and sweet.  A rocket, and not a friendly rocket, fell near the Tel Aviv airport the other day. Last week, a Malaysian flight was shot from the sky by a rocket. This morning a commercial flight disappeared over southern Algeria.  Certainly a coincidence but on the off chance there is something afoot, our FAA (the airplane guys) put Israel on something of a "don't go there for a while advisory" list.  Haha! Some senseless bureaucrat thought that it wasn't prudent to risk lives until the matter was resolved. I mean, who is up for being blown from the sky by a  rocket, errant or otherwise, while on a tourist trip to Tel Aviv...even if they would want to bask on the beach and watch incoming rockets at night.

So some of the airlines thought that this was a good idea and temporarily suspended service.  They could have gone but they, like the FAA, thought the entire venture to be a bit dicey.  Our FAA issued a prudent advisory and ban. Airlines agreed.  Period.  I would end this blogpost here but the Asshole of the Senate, the great Ted Cruz from the Republic of Texas offered this assessment:

""The facts suggest that President Obama has just used a federal regulatory agency to launch an economic boycott on Israel, in order to try to force our ally to comply with his foreign-policy demands," Cruz said in a statement in which he posed five questions about the agency's actions, including whether it was politically motivated. Cruz said later Wednesday he would block Senate confirmation on all State Department nominees until his questions were answered.

Where do we get people like this?  Under what rock? Maybe we should strap his fat ass to the wing of a plane and fly him around for a while....he could be the early warning system.


Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Fish story

We wandered downtown yesterday and were greeted by dense fog that, in a miracle of physics and sunlight, evaporated before my eyes - literally in minutes if not seconds.

Back in the 1950s there was a television show that had, as part of the opening sequence, a scene along the docks in San Francisco - famous for its fog. Of course the TV was black and white so all things were basically shades of grey but the image is pretty vivid still, half a century plus later.  The show was after Paladin and Gunsmoke and Broderick Crawford in Highway Patrol....stuck in there somewhere.


When down at the docks yesterday with the sun finally burning off the fog, a man and his son were standing, fishing poles in hand ready to get into that little boat and venture out a bit in search of whatever is passing through the bay at this time of year. They had to wait until they could see for reasons of safety alone but all of us, at one time or another, have been out in the clear and had the fog descend or rise - whatever the case - and cut us off from our surroundings.  The father did a great job of explaining fog but to an eight year old, the science was lost in the misery of not being able to fish as he was sure they were there and lunkers to boot.

Looking for a point here when there is none of course just drops us back to the obvious. Things fog up and then they clear and if you have something to do or want to do you can't fight nature - just wait it out. Just wait it out. Things often clear up on their own.


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Pines


104 Fields Place in South Carolina.  Thank you Google Earth

 Pines down south have it easier. They grow toward the sun.  I helped my dad plant these from 8" seedlings 35 years ago. When I was a kid, my dad used to whistelthis "pine" song.  Lots of people seemed to sing it.....


but there are Pines and then there are PINES




Palestine, West Virginia

Jessica Lynch
If you head out of the Greenbriar Resort in West Virginia, NW on I-64, then south on Route 219 past the Teaberry exit, through Fairlea and on to Roncerverte, hang a right on Route 62 to Fort Spring, Snowflake, Halfway and you'll arrive in Alderson.  It is only a mile south of Palestine right up there on Route 12.

The Greenbriar, you might recall, has this huge air-raid, bomb shelter for congress and the administration just in case the old Russkies decided to lob some A-bombs our way.  Not sure Jessica would have been invited but there she is and there that is.

Today, 11 years ago exactly, Jessica made it home from Iraq after a long stay in the hospital.  The story goes that she was ambushed and wounded in Iraq, was delivered into an Iraqi hospital where, in great danger of torture and bad care, some special forces folks stormed the hospital, shot up the bad guys, dragged Jessica out and she was an instant hero.  Blond, cute as a bug's ear, articulate and the photo-op of Cheney's dreams.

Part of it was true. She was a soldier and a good one.  A patriot. Selfless and pretty darn brave.  The rest of it; the story spun out by the White House and the war-folks was bullroar.  But we got trapped because to think differently or not believe the tall tale was to somehow cast Jessica in a bad light.  So no one touched the real story out of deference to her.

She was a soldier. She served her country with pride. She got hurt and she got home. That is quite enough.
She also said that the stuff that surrounded her; the stories and the legends, were a bunch of hooey.  She is and was honest as well. That is indeed quite enough.

It is the same folks from back then who are now urging war footing in a dozen spots.  They are the ones who get to go to the Greenbriar and hide out if the worst comes. They were the liars when Jessica was telling the truth.

Jessica got to go to Palestine.  There is justice.


Sunday, July 20, 2014

Footprints in the Dust



Today, well tonight rather, about 9pm, depending on where you were, Neil Armstrong, put a foot down on the moon.  It was a time of black and white tv, rabbit ears, and simplicity.

It also a time in the midst of the Vietnam War (1969) when males were faced with a 1-A draft status, Nixon was fibbing,social/ political leaders were getting shot, the Beatles were big and Walter Cronkite was telling us "that's the way it is...".  Somehow we could all watch this event of a lifetime and not spin it.  Karl Rove where are you?m

I saw this scene in black and white as my parents refused the expense of color but it didn't matter. I can see the scene to this day, 45 years ago, knowing Sputnik was a mere 12 years before, and John Glenn was having schools named after him.  Sorry we haven't been back.  It would make for some good memories in 2059.



Fishy

Some guests at the next table during a reception
AQUARIUM 
Let’s change the mood in the merry vivarium, 
Let’s try for calm with a placid aquarium. 
Some fish are plain and some are exotic 
Watching them swim is deeply hypnotic. 
That’s why some dentists keep tanks in the offices 
So while they’re peering down our esophaguses 
We will have something serene to delight us, 
Rather than thoughts of the dread gingivitis. 
While they are wrestling recalcitrant plaque off, 
We are prevented from telling them, “Back off!” 
By the display of aquatic adventure, 
Buttressing us from the prospect of dentures. 
Strange are the fish and the motives that power them 
Guppies have babies, and then they devour them. 
Me, I would rather make do with a croissant, 
But one fellow’s meat is another man’s “poisson”.