As soon as I was done, I realized how much a waste of time it was: The thing is so deformed now that I doubt any play can be had from this toy. Unless you count the puzzle game called, "tangle-up the slinky and then figure out how to untangle it".
Now I am writing about that and sort of halfway considering getting some,- point of lay hens. It is probably a bad idea since we have coyotes, foxes, raccoons, hawks, owls and our own little dog--all of whom would love to eat or at least chase chickens.
On the plus side, it would give me a lot of material for blogging.
After they get the bomb, there will be new and more compelling reasons to do nothing.
QED. Iran will have the bomb.
Food for thought: However bad the options look now, don't they look infinitely better than the inevitable prospect of what our options will be soon?
She was reading the blog and asked about the "Why vote for a lesser evil" post and one thing led to another...
She was by herself for a while since the wife was out with the other two girls. It is a pretty scary story, but it was a nice sunny day so I think she was fine.
S. was aghast. "Boys are crazy" she said, "Girls would never do this kind of thing". She was also kind of surprised that boys would go to such effort to build structures which must have taken much time and organization to complete. When the kids play capture the flag and it is boys against girls, the girls always win. She explained that the girls make plans while the boys just make their plans as they play.
A couple of thoughts began to percolate in my mind, but it took a while for them to fully form.
Boys are not fearless and they really do not like to plan everything out ahead of time, but they can ease their way into both things. The way I envision it is that they started with a small jump that could be made with a fallen log and some rocks and dirt. Now they were used to making things and the thrill of a small jump, so they progressively made bigger and more elaborate jumps and became inured to the risks gradually as jumps became more elaborate. We just saw the end of a long learning curve--they just didn't decide out the the blue to spend weeks building a suicidally high jump and then have the nerve to use it. They got there in a gradual and natural way.
A President was killed the last time right-wing hatred ran wild like this September 18, 2009 9:10 am ET by Eric Boehlert That being John F. Kennedy, who was gunned down in Dallas, of course.
I was born around the time of President Kennedy's assassination so I am in no place to opine on "right-wing hatred" of that era, but I don't see how such hatred could motivate a Communist like Lee harvey Oswald to act against the target of the "right-wing hatred".
Kennedy may have been liberal for the time he lived in, but he was without a doubt an anti-Communist cold warrier. That is a much more obvious reason why a Communist like LHO wanted to kill Kennedy.
This piece had all kinds of harsh things embedded in its surface like nails, hammers & so forth. One could only notice this on closer inspection.
Manhattan from the head of the Statue of Liberty
A view from the ground
Our reflection in the stainless steel walls of the atrium. (The camera was at our feet and I used the timer)
As a nation, we snapped out of it for a bit and I did too. I was letting the onset of middle age act as an excuse to let myself go soft. I was too old to put back on the uniform--the Marines didn't need 40 year old avionics techs, plus the wife and kids have first claim on me now.
The least I could do, to show some solidarity with actual warriors, is to get back into the habit of PT. (Good for you, good for me.)
I was reminded of the below bit from Melville,
Some moments passed, during which the thick vapor came from his mouth in quick and constant puffs, which blew back again into his face. "How now," he soliloquized at last, withdrawing the tube, "this smoking no longer soothes. Oh, my pipe! hard must it go with me if thy charm be gone! Here have I been unconsciously toiling, not pleasuring-aye, and ignorantly smoking to windward all the while; to windward, and with such nervous whiffs, as if, like the dying whale, my final jets were the strongest and fullest of trouble. What business have I with this pipe? This thing that is meant for sereneness, to send up mild white vapors among mild white hairs, not among torn iron-grey locks like mine. I'll smoke no more-" He tossed the still lighted pipe into the sea. The fire hissed in the waves; the same instant the ship shot by the bubble the sinking pipe made. With slouched hat, Ahab lurchingly paced the planks.
Me: "Maybe this is the first sign of MS".
Various girls: "What is MS"?
"Multiple skull roaches", I replied. "No really it is multiple sclerosis", I said and then went on at length about wires and insulation and how nerves were like wires and they let you feel things and control your body. Their insulation is fatty material called meyelin and MS was where this insulation breaks-down. The result is loss of ability to control your body and think clearly. I am not sure if hallucinations are part of the mix, but I am not an MD so MS is all that came to mind at the time.
Dinner wound-down and my wife was the first to get up and bus her dish into the kitchen. Just when she was out of eye-shot she exclaimed, "Oh! Hello there"! Even I did a double-take. The kids went into hysterics, ran into the kitchen and even though they saw that nobody was there, stayed shaken for some minutes. I almost couldn't stop laughing.
She got us. Oh yes, she did!
Wednesday: Arrival day. Slow roasted chuck roast (it has been really tender in the past but this time kind of tough--later in the week the leftovers seemed to get more tender.) Risotto with morels and regular mushrooms and roasted asparagus.
Thursday: Enchiladas that we had pre-made and froze last week and Spanish rice.
Friday: Pasta with red sauce and meatballs.
Saturday: Lamb curry, tandoori chicken, aloo ghobi, rice and raitha. (India night)
Sunday: Leftovers + 4 kinds of dessert from the Cheesecake Factory.
Monday: Boiled baby red potatoes, grilled corn on the cob, grilled salmon, swordfish and scallops, steamed lobster and fresh pineapple.
I think all the meals had salad and we had two meals in the bank: I did not plan on there being a leftover night and I somehow thought they were leaving on Wednesday rather than Tuesday. The missing meals would have been steak and baked potatoes for one and middle eastern for the other: Grilled marinated chicken, falafel babaganoush and Syrian bread.
Saturday: Walked around Walden Pond and then tour of the DeCordova museum. Sunday: Tour of the Christian Science Mother Church,
tour of Faneuil Hall and Duck boat tour.
Dahlia sees our reflection.
Surenna drives the Duck.
Monday: Wife took the ladies to Sleepy Hollow cemetary and later we had a seafood extravaganza (Homemade).
Wang Chi: Me, too. I got a very positive attitude about this.
Jack Burton: Good, me too.
Wang Chi: Yeah!
[pause]
Jack Burton: Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?
The oldest daughter was taking the dog for a walk and on this walk, the dog produced a bowel movement. We equip ourselves with plastic bags for just this kind of event and so the girl used one to pick-up after the dog. Then, she tied the bag onto the dog's collar and made the poor pooch carry it home.
Naturally, my wife gave the girl some grief when she found out about this. The girl was her usual self-righteous self: "It was her burden to carry momma"! The dog walked home with her head held low, looking dispirited.
I felt bad for the dog but amused by the girl. A guy I run with thought my daughter was reasonable in this business.
We will only punish her if she does it again.
It was quite cool and cloudy this morning and I thought it would stay that way so I decided to run after breakfast rather than before. Right after eating, the sky cleared and it became a beautiful day. A little on the warm side for distance running but not excessively so.
Update: Ran a 5.2 miler today at a pace of 7:37. I had felt achy ever since yesterday's run, so it is nice to see that my body can bounce-back quickly.
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