Monday, August 24, 2015

So I just googled...

“Is Jesse Felder shaving yet?”
Yes, he is.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Rat Rod-o-Rama

Charlie and I went to Pottsville (just north of Merlin) on Saturday for the Eighth Annual Rat Rod-o-Rama.

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If you don't know what a Rat Rod is, it's a hot rod that's mechanically sound...
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...but cosmetically challenged.

Some might say it's a hot rod that's not finished, but the true rat rodder knows it's never going to be finished.
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Interior decoration is generally an afterthought...
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...or maybe, in some cases, an obsession.
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The general idea is to make do with what's at hand.
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Here's a starter kit...

(Not sure I'd trust that spare.)
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... and the price is certainly right.

"Runs and drives great."

That's what counts!
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You could get started for a lot less.

Style, after all, is what counts.
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Good door art is important.
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Although some more resembles nose art.
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It's very important when you're stitching all this together...
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...to ensure that your vehicle is not under-powered.

(Click the pic for a close-up.)

Monday, August 17, 2015

The Play List To-Night

An eclectic selectric:
  1. Elena Urioste, Carmen — Fantaisie Brilliante
  2. Grateful Dead, Terrapin Station Part 1
  3. Pletnev, Beethoven's 5th, 3rd & 4th movements
  4. Grateful Dead, Catfish John
  5. Jethro Tull, Thick As A Brick
That last being the greatest single work of the boomer generation.

(I may be mistaken, but I think not.)

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Acres of Clams

I’ve wandered all over this country
Prospecting and digging for gold
I’ve tunneled, hydraulicced and cradled
And I have been frequently sold.

For each man who grew rich by mining
I saw that a hundred grew poor
So I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that is sure.

So rolling my grub in my blanket
I left all my tools on the ground
And started one morning to shank it
For the land that they call Puget Sound.

Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found it enveloped in fog
And covered all over with timber
As thick as the hair on a dog.

When I looked on my prospects so gloomy
The tears trickled over my face
And I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumping-off place.

So I staked me a claim in the forest
And sat myself down to hard toil
For two years I chopped and I struggled
But I never got down to the soil.

I tried to get out of that country
But poverty forced me to stay
Until I became an old settler
Then nothing could drive me away.

And now that I'm used to the climate
I think that if a man ever found
A place to live and be happy
That Eden is on Puget Sound.

No longer the slave of ambition
I laugh at the world and its shams
As I think of my pleasant condition
Surrounded by acres of clams.
Never heard anybody sing this until I taught it myself. My lips move when I read music but eventually I puzzle it out. A couple verses here I hadn’t known before — still trying to work them in.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Smoky, Very Smoky.

crisis_what_crisis.jpgAmost percisely two years ago I had this to say:
Visibility's something less than half a mile this evening, and even in the house the smoke is irritating. No bike ride today, although I might go for a swim.
Ditto that this evening. And the State Fire Marshal says
A serious wildfire can come up in a moment’s notice, so residents need to prepare now in case they have to leave their home... Make sure to put together a ‘Go Kit’ and make a plan where your family will go and how you will stay in contact.
So, just like we did two years ago, we’re planning to head to the coast to get away from it all. Crisis? What Crisis?

Monday, July 20, 2015

Distinctive Ingredients

Someone asked my daughter what was in the prepared foods in her kitchen. She looked around and couldn't find any, and reported back that she didn't buy prepared foods: “I buy ingredients.

That’s kind of characteristic of my family — we like to cook.

What Are the Defining Ingredients of a Culture’s Cuisine?
For example, peanut oil is the most distinctive ingredient of Chinese cuisine, because it is found in 16% of Chinese recipes, but less than 2% of the non-Chinese recipes. Thus it is eight times more frequently used in Chinese dishes than it is in other cuisines.

Thai food is distinguished by the use of galangal, also called siamese ginger, and it just might be why you like those curries so much. Galangal is found in over 10% of Thai dishes, but in only 0.1% of the dishes of other cuisines.

It seems you can’t compare apples to oranges, or any other food for that matter, in their exceptional role in American cuisine. Apples are nearly 3 times more likely to be found in American recipes than non-American ones. Johnny Appleseed can rest in peace.
I think we should make an effort to use every one of these.

Via Marginal Revolution.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Old Lady

I know an old lady who swallowed a fly.
Now, I don’t know why she swallowed a fly;
Perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a spider,
A spider that wriggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
And I don’t know why she swallowed the fly;
Perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a bird.
How absurd! She swallowed a bird.
She swallowed a bird to catch the spider;
The spider that wriggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
And I don’t know why she swallowed the fly;
Perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a cat.
Think of that! She swallowed a cat.
She swallowed a cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider;
The spider that wriggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
And I don’t know why she swallowed the fly;
Perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a dog.
She went whole hog when she swallowed the dog.
She swallowed a dog to catch the cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider;
The spider that wriggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
And I don’t know why she swallowed the fly;
Perhaps she’ll die.

I know an old lady who swallowed a cow;
I don’t know how she swallowed a cow.
She swallowed a cow to catch the dog.
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat.
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider;
The spider that wriggled and tickled inside her.
She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,
And I don’t know why she swallowed the fly;
Perhaps she’ll die.

You know that old lady, she swallowed a horse.
She’s dead, of course.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Smokey the Bear

With a Ranger’s hat and shovel and a pair of dungarees
You will find him in the forest always sniffin’ at the breeze.
People stop and pay attention when he tells ’em to beware,
’Cause ev’rybody knows that he’s the Fire Preventin’ Bear.

Smokey the Bear, Smokey the Bear.
Prowlin’ and a growlin’ and a sniffin’ the air.
He can find a fire before it starts to flame.
That’s why they call him Smokey, that was how he got his name.

You can take a tip from Smokey that there’s nothin’ like a tree,
Cause they’re good for kids to climb in and they’re beautiful to see,
You just have to look around you and you’ll find it’s not a joke,
To see what you’d be missin’ if they all went up in smoke.

You can camp upon his doorstep and he’ll make you feel at home,
You can run and hunt and ramble anywhere you care to roam.
He will let you take his honey and pretend he’s not so smart,
But don’t you harm his trees for he’s a Ranger in his heart.

If you’ve ever seen the forest when a fire is running wild,
And you love the things within it like a mother loves her child,
Then you know why Smokey tells you when he sees you passing through,
“Remember... please be careful... it’s the least that you can do.”

Monday, July 13, 2015

The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know — I’m one.

My mother was a tailor —
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans.

Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk,
And the only time that he’s satisfied
Is when he’s all a-drunk.

Oh mothers! Tell your children
Not to do what I have done:
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.

I’ve got one foot on the platform
And one foot on the train.
I’m going on down to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know — I’m one.
That’s my own take on the punctuation — you know how I am about punctuation. I sing it in a voice would make Dylan blush, and play it on the fiddle like to chase cats into traffic.

Nobody ever asks for encores.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Green Grow the Rushes Oh

I’ll sing you one oh,
Green grow the rushes oh.
What is your one oh?
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be oh.

I’ll sing you two oh,
Green grow the rushes oh.
What is your two oh?
Two for the lily white boys clothed all in green oh,
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be oh.

I’ll sing you three oh,
Green grow the rushes oh.
What is your three oh?
Three, three, the rivals,
Two for the lily white boys clothed all in green oh,
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be oh.

I’ll sing you four oh,
Green grow the rushes oh.
What is your four oh?
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two for the lily white boys clothed all in green oh,
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be oh.

And so on, up to...

Twelve for the twelve Apostles,
Eleven for the ’leven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten Commandments,
Nine for the nine white shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two for the lily white boys clothed all in green oh,
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be oh.