tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68667086417870786842024-03-14T02:15:18.510-04:00Jumper's JournalRandom, mostly unrelated events, ranging from scientific brilliance to wretched squalor.Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.comBlogger238125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-91901313407100282012017-02-26T18:45:00.000-05:002017-02-26T18:45:32.997-05:00They Never Give Their Right Name<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">A</span>s always, click and right-click gets bigger version.Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-49085088341299203032017-01-09T20:19:00.000-05:002017-01-09T20:23:14.438-05:00More Doodling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-34294120322814998462016-07-08T14:29:00.001-04:002016-07-14T21:23:02.203-04:00Ant Man<span class="echo-streamserver-controls-stream-item-text"><span style="font-size: x-large;">O</span>nce in Texas I was hanging
with some friends on a dirt bike riding excursion, which became apparent
meant Mark and I watching Tim hog the bike and ride laps around a field someone
had been riding on before. I saw some large ants trying to live in a
subterranean nest right in the dirt bike path. Idly I saw a tiny pebble
just slightly larger than the main ant hole, the size of a peppercorn,
and I picked it up and gently lodged it there, with a feather light tap
of my finger just to make the bugs work for their salvation.<br /> </span><br />
<span class="echo-streamserver-controls-stream-item-text">The big
returning ants became excited when they returned, unable to enter, and
crawled ineffectually around and over the tiny pebble. Then, I saw the
most interesting thing: one ant carried a tiny splinter of wood, and
lodged it under the pebble and began worrying it. It seemed the ant was
literally using a lever. This so contradicted my view of the universe
that I shouted a curse! My companion glanced my way and as I began to
explain the unbelievable, Tim decided to roar through
on the motorcycle at that moment, obliterating the entire tableau
permanently, ants, pebble, hole and all.<br /> </span><br />
<span class="echo-streamserver-controls-stream-item-text">It's not the sort of thing you forget.</span>Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-3686858746465375672016-05-22T12:44:00.001-04:002016-05-22T12:45:50.255-04:00Pistol Pete<span style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>ere is Pistol Pete, normally called Petey or Pete.<br />
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<br />Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-51744734890696477902016-04-03T15:00:00.001-04:002016-04-07T06:06:17.600-04:00Some More Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-39466874051058606302016-03-30T20:08:00.002-04:002016-03-30T20:10:01.531-04:00Wasp Wood<span style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>ere is a photo I took of some firewood that had some kind of wasps in it. It's white oak that sat for six months after I felled it; not exactly on the ground but maybe 2 feet off the ground. Minor limbs kept the bulk of it from resting on the soil.<br />
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As always, if you click on it and then right click on it and pick "view" it will open up in a new window and you can magnify it for more detail.<br />
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Right now this is my screen background.<br />
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Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-60656349757130899362016-02-26T13:51:00.000-05:002016-02-26T13:57:20.483-05:00The Education Situation<span style="font-size: x-large;">L</span>ooking on the internet for a graphic which showed a map of the United States warped into equal population areas and colored by education level, I couldn't find one. So I made one, and wow, is it crude. However, it is roughly accurate. The darker blue is more education, the white less.<br />
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(I used Sqirlzmorph and two maps.) As always, click on the cartograph to view it larger.<br />
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From this we see that Donald Trump is the next President.<br />
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The horror!<br />
<br />Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-71694429705665390662016-02-05T15:30:00.001-05:002016-02-13T15:02:34.085-05:00More Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="goog_1579758182"></span><span id="goog_1579758183"></span><br />Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-39232178337072481152015-11-15T11:41:00.000-05:002016-02-26T14:15:21.236-05:00Deep Dreams<span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>'ve been fooling with some old images using Google's Deep Dream software. Here's a couple. One can click on them and right click to view largest versions. The first is a collage I made from an older collage and a photo from around 1985 of Jim Morrison's grave near Paris. The second is a painting I did that took about 7 years to finish (!) in about 1998, and which I ran through the Deep Dream software today.<br />
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<br />Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-26957318651096306942015-11-14T18:05:00.000-05:002016-02-26T14:15:44.604-05:00Appropriate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-66341656860008707512015-08-16T16:22:00.000-04:002015-08-16T16:22:35.454-04:00Doesn't Like Color Pink<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>his lady has a pink sweater and is sitting on a pink kayak, knitting another pink sweater, next to her pink carryall bag. Her pink water bottle rests on the curb. I got the orange kayak in the background. It leaked.Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-57901710336921813012015-05-09T15:48:00.000-04:002016-02-13T15:09:14.535-05:00Video Trickery, Computers and the Internet<span style="font-size: x-large;">R</span>egarding citizen videos, at present there's a large gap which needs to
be dealt with, and it's a gap of gullibility regarding computers, the
internet and video trickery.<br />
<br />
I think there are a lot of tricks the
public in general needs to be reminded about. If you need a history of
them, I don't know how far back you want to go but I think about the TV
show 60 Minutes, because it became clear they'd interview someone and
then replace the questions they really asked them later with shots of
them asking different but similar questions. Subtle manipulations.<br />
<br />
Another
I've thought of is the one where you are shown a video, it's said that
this is a view of, for example, a police raid during the aftermath of
the Boston bombing, but in reality it's a video of some other police
interaction at a different time and perhaps place. taken at the usual
distance, i.e., fairly far away. How would one know? How often have you
watched one and assumed its provenance was as indicated, yet with no
reason to really believe it?<br />
<br />
Sequencing is often played with. One
event is shown, then another, and the viewer assumes that at the actual
event, this happened, one-two, just like that. Yet if there was any cut
from a scene, it's possible the video was edited to suppress knowledge of intervening events or situations.<br />
.<br />
Lately we've seen actual political stunts
pulled like this. The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_O%27Keefe" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">O'Keefe ACORN video</span></a> was done like that.<br />
<br />
One of
Obama's employees got fired in a separate incident for out-of-context video.<br />
<br />
People are believing video which should not be necessarily believed.<br />
<br />
Once this gullibility is fixed, we can proceed with the transparency progress.Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-32248310396818055152015-01-16T04:47:00.000-05:002017-03-25T23:42:28.564-04:00The Mountain of Lies Technique OR Brandolini’s Law<dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block"><dd class="comment-body" id="Blog1_cmt-4610799381363946624"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>n July 2010 I wrote on David Brin's site <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://davidbrin.blogspot.com/2010/07/clarifications-re-climate-skeptics-and.html" target="_blank">here</a></span> this thought:<br />
<i>"I began to recognize some time ago what I call the "mountain of lies"
technique of political gamesmanship. A lie requires limited space,
thought, and effort. Its refutation takes more space, time, and effort
than the lie does. It's like missile defense.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>"To be clear, on this matter the deniers spew the lies, and the scientific researchers are stuck with the effort.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>"One
supposes that some good can come from this, but it's an uphill slog and
people should be aware of the tactic itself and not be sucked in
without awareness of the structure of the common trap."</i><br />
<br />
Preceding that, in 2009 someone called Mike the Mad Biologist wrote <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://scienceblogs.com/mikethemadbiologist/2009/04/20/the-asymmetry-of-bullsh-t-and/" target="_blank">this</a></span> essay (April 2009) ti<span style="color: #0000ee;">tled </span>"The Asymmetric Advantage of Bullsh-t" framing this as a problem similar to a decryption function - it's easier to encode a message than to decode, if your algorithm is one of a certain class. He mentions the inspiration for this line of thinking came from <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.juliansanchez.com/2009/04/06/climate-change-and-argumentative-fallacies/" target="_blank">Julian Sanchez</a></span> also in April of 2009.<br />
<br />
Now this is referred to as "Brandolini's Law," from a <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://twitter.com/ziobrando/statuses/289635060758507521" target="_blank">remark</a></span> Alberto Brandolini wrote in January 2013. Discussed <span style="color: red;"><a href="http://ordrespontane.blogspot.fr/2014/07/brandolinis-law.html" target="_blank">here</a></span> as the "<i>Bullshit Asymmetry Principle</i>."<br />
<br />
<b>"<i>The amount of energy needed to refute bullshit is an order of magnitude bigger than to produce it.</i>”</b><br />
<br />
Also referenced is that the concept may also refer to the <i>teoria della montagna di merda</i> (“the Bullshit Mountain Theory”) as postulated by Uriel Fanelli, another Italian writer. <br />
<br />
I suggest it is properly "Sanchez's Law" or "Fanelli's Law" but probably the recognition of it is more important than the name of it.<br />
<br />
As a matter of fact, it's been around much longer, known as the <a href="http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Gish_Gallop" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Gish Gallop</span></a> from "creationist" <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duane_Gish" target="_blank"><span style="color: #783f04;">Duane Gish</span></a>, and was named such by one <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eugenie_Scott" target="_blank"><span style="color: purple;">Eugenie Scott</span></a>.<br />
<br />
Bullshit is well described <a href="http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Bullshit" target="_blank"><span style="color: #7f6000;">here</span></a>. <br />
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Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-10772281993519435682014-11-29T11:36:00.000-05:002014-11-29T11:37:57.989-05:00Tartar Sauce<span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>t has come to my attention that the composition of the ideal Tartar sauce recipe is not widely known. I will attempt to remedy this.<br />
The ideal Tartar sauce recipe has many ingredients, and so it's not for the lazy or unprepared cook. Its benefit is that it's delicious. Let's list the ingredients:<br />
Mayonnaise, chopped pickle, minced onion or onion powder, minced garlic or garlic powder, mustard, horseradish, lemon juice, salt, black pepper, Worcestershire sauce, and Tabasco sauce.<br />
<br />
The skilled cook will need only this list, the proportions will be intuitive with some adjustments to one's predilection. For the inexperienced, I can only offer some easy to find recipes found on the internet, and begin adding any ingredients listed above, with these caveats:<br />
<br />
Go easy on the mustard. If you plan to make one cup of Tartar sauce (too much, usually, for a small group - a half cup should serve 4 easily) but for one cup, two heaping teaspoons of dark mustard preparation is sufficient, or one teaspoon of dry mustard powder. Garlic: go easy, one fat clove for this cupful. Worcestershire: one teaspoon. Juice of one fat lemon. One teaspoon of Tabasco sauce. It is important to use Tabasco because it is infused with the flavor of the oak barrels it is aged in. Black pepper: a teaspoon. Horseradish: I like a lot; a rounded tablespoon of pure mashed horseradish. Pickle, one small to medium pickle chopped: 3" long, 1" thick would be about right; perhaps more. Onion: half a small onion (2") chopped.Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-31582928826951420912014-11-07T19:39:00.000-05:002014-11-29T11:49:03.821-05:00Prayer<span style="font-size: x-large;">L</span>et us pray.<br />
Dear Heavenly Pooch,<br />
Please stop the plague infecting
people's minds such that they think and write and opinionate in memes
which seem wholly drawn from tawdry breathless headline writers who
staff the tabloids and TV.<br />
And though we forgive them for their trespasses, let us not adopt their evil.<br />
Help
us to stop saying things such as "attack," "cry out," "kills,"
"targeted," when we mean criticize, complain, ignores, and scrutinized.<br />
Help
us not fall into the pit of idiot vipers where people say things like
"China thinks" thus and so, and "Russia wishes," and "IBM feels
that...."<br />
Amen.
Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-20211321534279388112013-09-02T19:10:00.002-04:002013-09-02T19:11:52.665-04:00Note To A Friend Whose Teenage Daughter Has Moved Out<span class="echo-item-text"><span style="font-size: x-large;">J</span>oel, you don't realize it, but you have a
job opening at your house you may be tempted to let go unfilled. I
advise against it. The job is drama creator.<br /><br />Like many guys,
you tell yourself there's too much; I'll leave it to the movies; life is
sweet without it. Wrong. Like a dog without a job may turn bad, (he
will give himself one, and it may not be the one you'd like) an
avoidance of drama is a vacuum waiting to be filled, and the drama that
finds you, and it will, will be some sort of metaphorical coyote.<br /><br />You must think deeply on these matters, as <span style="background-color: white;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miyamoto_Musashi" target="_blank">Musashi</a></span> would say. </span>Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-35000402741050331592013-06-01T20:24:00.002-04:002013-06-10T17:32:46.418-04:00T-Bone<span style="font-size: x-large;">O</span>n the Seinfeld television show a few years ago, perpetual failure George tried to get everyone at work to call him "T-Bone." It backfired, insofar as not only did they start calling another man "T-Bone," they <span style="color: #e69138;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC4C_Gcp_dM" target="_blank">gave George a new name</a></span> he did not want at all: "Koko."<br />
<br />
So I laughed and enjoyed the show, and a few years passed, and I started thinking, and I realized what George had done wrong.<br />
<br />
I decided to test my new-found theory in the obvious way: I would see if I could get the guys at work to call me "T-Bone."<br />
<br />
First I enlisted a friend, and we performed the pre-planned action only twice. The first time, we walked by my supervisor's office and my confederate said something like "So how was your weekend, T-Bone?" and I snapped "Don't call me T-Bone!" The next day we duplicated this scene in another area of the building, in front of another guy.<br />
<br />
That's all it took. Within two days, I was T-Bone. I pulled the fake-angry thing maybe once more just to set it in cement. After a week or so of being T-Bone, I ended it. I simply told all concerned that they had been unwitting parts of a scientific experiment. This sufficed to nip the whole thing in the bud.<br />
<br />
I could have left things as they were, but I guess, unlike the TV character, I didn't really care to be named "T-Bone" at all..Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-62119291263463629712012-08-18T11:02:00.001-04:002014-11-29T11:48:12.500-05:00Who Killed Cock Robin?<div style="color: black;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>he Swiftboat SEALs for Truth or whatever, got me thinking. Those egotists have it wrong: 'tweren't the SEALs, it was the people who made their weapons that did in old bin Laden. The SEALs just pulled the trigger. (All this will ignore that the SEALs apparently were so scared of bogeyman Osama that one of them wet his pants and pulled the trigger <i>just by coming face-to-face with the unarmed old fart</i>, thereby losing the chance to interrogate one excellent source of intel for the actual War on Terra itself.)</div>
<br />
<span class="echo-item-text">So shortly after
we cede credit to the assault weapon maker - assembler Madge, a temp
making $13.50 in Mississippi, we will realize that actually Madge had
nothing to do with it either: it was the one who made the bullets who is
actually responsible. After some effort we will discover it was Madge's
cousin Billy, in a small Pensacola company, who runs the automated
bullet-making machine - a robot, actually; Billy just sort of watches it
work - but which will lead us all to realize that it was really the robot
that killed bin Laden.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="echo-item-text">Or to be more exact, the owners of the
Singapore-based robot-making factory - Bain Capital Management.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="echo-item-text"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Who did kill <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cock_Robin"><span style="color: #990000;">Cock Robin</span></a>?)</span> </span>Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-64280624090229448982012-07-15T19:42:00.001-04:002017-03-03T17:44:16.582-05:00Pakistan<span class="echo-item-text"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span> think it is simplistic to view a country
as a monolithic entity with a national ego. And since we are Americans
one might think we would avoid this cognitive pitfall easier, as we
generally according to our creed support respect for people as
individuals and not as vast Marxist tidal epiphenomena.<br /><br />I
assume this viewpoint, while possibly being arcane to the political
domestic publicity narrative, is well understood at basic preliminary
levels of diplomatic work. So I view Pakistan as a country like many
others, that has a sort of percentage of support for me and my nation's
interests. The things where win-win situations apply, or are acquirable.
There are negative views of the U.S.; we just wish them to be small
percentages of real sentiment.<br /><br />It is apparent that we have
common interests with some responsible people in Pakistan, and I for one
appreciate them and that we can work together.<br /><br />I will continue
to point out that public poseurs suggesting treating another country
like a fantasy entity are foolish and should not be countenanced.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="echo-item-text">I am equally certain that no one will really take note of this <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathetic_fallacy"><span style="color: #741b47;">pathetic fallacy</span></a>, and we will be subjected to a never-ending assortment of "Moscow thinks," "China wants," even "IBM feels," etc., for as long as the wind blows.</span><br />
<br />Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-62095525580076092592012-07-15T12:40:00.001-04:002012-08-18T10:54:49.231-04:00Nut Too Bad<span class="echo-item-text"><span style="font-size: x-large;">M</span>y first shot at homemade peanut butter was
sort of comedic: I set aside half the so-called "roasted" in-the-shell
peanuts I bought, and shelled half, then convinced myself somehow that I
had finished the whole bag. "Huh" I thought, "not many peanuts once
I've shelled them!" So since I did not think they had been roasted enough before I bought them, I roasted the shelled nuts once more in a little oil (have
no idea if this helped or hurt) and they were not all that good, but
passable. I salted them a bit when they got out of the toaster oven. So I added too much canola oil but made passable peanut butter
(gave the old blender a real workout, so I got the texture right) and
then cheated by adding exactly an equal amount of regular peanut butter
from a jar. The advantage is it's now half as sweet, which is good. I
had a spoonful at breakfast, plain on the spoon. Good.<br />I guess I will shell the rest of the peanuts and see what else happens.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="echo-item-text">And so I did. My peanut-shelling technique took some development, and includes four separate bowls and an oblong pan to work with. The shells go for compost, of course. All the red skins had to go, too. I was left with a pan of mostly half-nuts. I wished it was a windy day to winnow them but it was not.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="echo-item-text">This time I heated an iron skillet on the stove, let it stabilize in a 375 degree F. oven, and toasted the peanuts checking often and opening the oven and stirring with a wooden spoon.</span><br />
<span class="echo-item-text"><br /></span>
<span class="echo-item-text">Nuts are strange things when toasted, I swear they exotherm and generate their own heat: that they are undergoing a sort of low-temperature combustion. Most writers note that nuts continue to roast even when they are removed from the oven or toasting. True. In any case, once I determined they were done, I began aggressively cooling them three or four minutes after I took them out; dividing them into two cold pans and touching the bottoms of those pans into cool water. Stop auto-toasting, you nuts!</span><br />
<span class="echo-item-text"><br /></span>
<span class="echo-item-text">So I decided since I had indeed earlier created a fine smooth blend, I folded into the existing product the new batch of peanuts, unsalted this time, and un-oiled, and the blender made a crunchy version. It would easily have chopped them into paste so there are no too-large pieces. Looks like professional work to me.</span><br />
<span class="echo-item-text"><br /></span>
<span class="echo-item-text">And now it has only 1/3 commercial peanut butter. Since I'm grown up, it still tastes nicely sweet to me.</span>Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-9751304934905413362012-06-19T22:09:00.000-04:002012-06-19T22:09:50.244-04:00Canine Capers<span class="echo-item-text"><span style="font-size: x-large;">M</span>y dog has arthritis and it hurts
sometimes; she twists her elbow the wrong way and yelps in pain. We are
glad those days are rare, but she gets a narcotic pain pill the vet
dispensed for just such occasions when she cries. Last night.<br /><br />Then
as I was just trying to get some shuteye, the dogs erupted in outrage,
barking from indoors and my neighbor came out and I did too and we
spotted a coyote she pointed out, and I ran in and grabbed my BIG HUGELY
OVERPOWERED flashlight. (I recommend these.)<br /><br />Thence, shining
my OH MY GOD IT'S BRIGHTER THAN ANY I'VE SEEN light, I spied that the
coyote had a partner! Two coyotes! Who slinked away, and I confess they
were not so frightened as to run. Hmmph. I need a bigger flashlight. 40,
50 million candlepower, I'm thinking. My only neighbor went inside.<br /><br />In all the excitement, my dog heads outside the gate and barks and goes on patrol. Oh great.<br /><br />I
call, I beg, entreat, implore. No dice. I of course am thinking if she
doesn't come back, she'll succumb to the narcotic pain pill, and pass
out, and the coyotes will eat her. She's stepping away at a fair rate
trying to get away from Dad, me. Of all the nights she ought to
definitely sleep inside on a Carolina evening, this would be the night.<br /><br />I had to go chase her down in my night clothes. You don't want to know.</span>Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-9692976463098879102012-06-02T16:53:00.004-04:002012-06-02T16:54:55.169-04:00Priceless<span style="font-size: x-large;">O</span>ne of the things the internet was going to do for us was make shopping easier. Thus, every time I forget what I already know and try to shop for anything, starting with Google, I am reminded yet again how clumsy the so-called advertising is.<br />
<br />
It is strangely difficult for me to find a price for an item advertised on Google. Or rather, <i>an item I'm looking for.</i> I get plenty of stuff for sale with prices listed for stuff I did not search for, and don't want.<br />
<br />
Let's give it a try: I enter this in Google. (Granted, I don't usually search like this but I figured, let's make a new start and see what pops up.) "where do I buy 50 lbs of dried green peas?"<br />
<br />
First I hit the third and fifth sites listed. (The fourth site listed was the same as the third (?) so when the third failed, I went on.) I got a blank page with a sidebar and some categories.<br />
<br />
The fifth site I didn't get to: it took me to a picture of dried peas only, and for some reason shrank my browser window to the size of the photo. Weird.<br />
<br />
So I tried site one and two, which are highlighted in pink. I got a site selling "16 gallon jugs" of dried green peas for "$359.96" Hmm. That's a lot. It really seems very close to the rate paid per pound at th local grocery retail store. But how much really? So I set about trying to figure out how much space a pound of dried green peas takes up. I know the little one pound bags are about a cup and a half... So, I asked Google to help me find the density of dried green peas! I went back to Google and typed "how much does a gallon of peas weigh?" and got a crowd-sourced site which informed me thusly: <span class="st"><i>How much does</i> 5 <i>gallons</i> of <i>dried</i> <i>peas weigh</i>? Answer: About 600 grams. </span><br />
<br />
<span class="st">This is, of course, absolutely wrong. On the moon, maybe. Not on my planet. Okay, and not only am I sucked in to this futility, before we say goodbye permanently to the site with the 16 gallon jugs of peas, let us note that this is the picture they thoughtfully provided. You can see, of course, that it is not a 16 gallon jug of peas. It is a sort of generic "peas in a jug" photo. I'm starting to suspect they don't have any 16 gallon jugs like this jug. (If they do, of course I want one. For the jug.)</span><br />
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<span class="st">And here we go! Site #6 rules! Here, finally we succeed! (I'm a bit surprised - this never happens! Rockin' good news!) "</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial Rounded MT Bold,Arial,Helvetica;">$38.95 per carton (50 lbs). $0.78 per Pound</span></div>Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-527355740101780342012-05-25T10:51:00.000-04:002012-05-25T10:59:13.446-04:00Department of Shameless Theft<span style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>ere is one of my favorite archy and mehitabel poems:<br />
<br />
<br />
the lesson of the moth<br />
By Don Marquis, in “archy and mehitabel,” 1927<br />
<br />
i was talking to a moth<br />
the other evening<br />
he was trying to break into<br />
an electric light bulb<br />
and fry himself on the wires<br />
why do you fellows<br />
pull this stunt i asked him<br />
because it is the conventional<br />
thing for moths or why<br />
if that had been an uncovered<br />
candle instead of an electric<br />
light bulb you would<br />
now be a small unsightly cinder<br />
have you no sense<br />
plenty of it he answered<br />
but at times we get tired<br />
of using it<br />
we get bored with the routine<br />
and crave beauty<br />
and excitement<br />
fire is beautiful<br />
and we know that if we get<br />
too close it will kill us<br />
but what does that matter<br />
it is better to be happy<br />
for a moment<br />
and be burned up with beauty<br />
than to live a long time<br />
and be bored all the while<br />
so we wad all our life up<br />
into one little roll<br />
and then we shoot the roll<br />
that is what life is for<br />
it is better to be a part of beauty<br />
for one instant and then cease to<br />
exist than to exist forever<br />
and never be a part of beauty<br />
our attitude toward life<br />
is come easy go easy<br />
we are like human beings<br />
used to be before they became<br />
too civilized to enjoy themselves<br />
and before i could argue him<br />
out of his philosophy<br />
he went and immolated himself<br />
on a patent cigar lighter<br />
i do not agree with him<br />
myself i would rather have<br />
half the happiness and twice<br />
the longevity<br />
but at the same time i wish<br />
there was something i wanted<br />
as badly as he wanted to fry himself<br />
archyJumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866708641787078684.post-19626480225073396982012-04-22T16:17:00.000-04:002012-05-25T10:58:36.143-04:00Funds of Funds<span class="echo-item-text"><span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>pread the bad tranches - dilute, dilute!<br />Praise the wise traders - salute, salute!<br />We'll call ourselves shrewd, <br />(Tho' the emperor's nude)<br />And a percent commission<br />Will turn into two!<br />Tho the umbrella's shredded, <br />(T'was never repaired) <br />The fox in the hen house<br />Says "Don't fear the bears, <br />"'Twon't rain again soon,<br />Bears promise they're fair!" <br />And foxes and bears why they're cute, they're cute!<br />With their odd little smiles and gold parachutes. </span>Jumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11794110173836133321noreply@blogger.com2