Sunday, May 12, 2013
On Muddleheaded Brilliance
Yesterday, Rico put up a post at Theo Spark’s place titled Ann Barnhardt. Brilliant.
Having a measured admiration for Ann Barnhardt myself, I decided to click over to Ann’s place to see what was so brilliant about her recent post.
Rico did not name the specific post of Ann’s which he considered so brilliant, but I am fairly certain Rico was referring to the post titled America is over. OVER. Here’s how I can tell., though my choice for the brilliant post would have been the post titled The Van Down by the River is very comfortable., wherein Ann provides some details on her withdrawing her monetary support from the state by minimalizing (Barnhardt does not utilize permalinks, so you’ll have to scroll her site to read the posts).
While Miss Barnhardt does not parse her words in her post American is over. OVER. Here’s how I can tell., as Rico acknowledges, and there is clarity in her words, I think Ann exhibits a muddleheadedness in her struggle, and advocacy for struggle, against the state when she makes this statement.
When abortion is a capital offense and sodomy is a felony, you let me know. Otherwise, I’ll be in the van down by the river praying for God’s Perfect Justice to rain down upon the U.S. This evil has to end. This cannot go on.
The above statement of Miss Barnhardt’s clearly displays the disconnect in Ann’s thinking. One cannot advocate for starving the state, or withdrawing yourself from the state, while at the same time advocating for a powerful state with the coercive power to kill and/or imprison individuals whose behaviors personally displease you. Her view, in the above quote, is not brilliant, but muddleheaded.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Philosophize or Chop Wood?
I recently read an essay by Michael Gibb, lecturer in philosophy at University College, Oxford University, titled Armchair woodsmen.
Gibb’s essay waxes eloquently and philosophically on Lars Mytting’s recent book Hel Ved which explores the many aspects of sourcing, chopping, storing, drying and burning wood, though, unfortunately, in the Norwegian language.
In large part in his essay, Gibb ponders whether just his knowledge of the subject of chopping, storing, drying and burning wood is an adequate substitute to being an actual woodsman. Philosophize or chop wood? That is the question. A question I’m fairly certain Sam Harris would advocate strictly philosophizing on.
While I would be very interested in reading Mytting’s recent book, if it was available in the English language, the only philosophizing I’ll be doing about chopping, storing, drying and burning wood will be around a wood fire,
or, as the following image illustrates, putting any philosophy inherent in chopping, storing and drying wood into living action.
Woodpile image credit.
Django Goes to Texas, or, More Precisely, Pulp Fiction Defined in Photos
Thursday, May 09, 2013
A Family Track Standout
Saturday, May 04, 2013
Rehab and Fishing Reports
Since I went into rehab mode, on March 25th, I’ve diligently been attacking the many things which need doing at the house the Lovely Melis and I are ensconcing our daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter in. Fortunately, most of what needed doing at the rehab house was cosmetic. Unfortunately, the cosmetic condition of the house was similar to the personal hygiene habits of the 18th century.
While the house’s rehab is not 100% complete, it is now clean and livable, and we have moved the kids from our home into the rehabbed house. I put in the last of 6 new windows, yesterday, and now my list of things which need to be done at the house is much more manageable, at least from a pressed for time standpoint. Good thing, too, because the season of rising trout is in full swing here now, and will be beckoning me daily.
The opening of trout season, here in the State of Michigan, was last Saturday, April 27th, and for the 18th year in a row I was north for the occasion at my little trout camp, Two Arrows. I spent six days in camp, and experienced a plethora of weather conditions, including snow, and while the catching of trout left a bit to be desired, for a variety of reasons, the fishing was excellent. I’ll be headed back in the not too distant future. Here’s a few pics to enjoy.
Friday, May 03, 2013
Happy Birthday Jeep Wagoneer
The conveyance known as the Jeep Wagoneer has turned 50 years old. Happy Birthday. Many manufacturers have copied the idea behind the Jeep, but none have really matched its popularity over the years.
Here’s a photo of the rear end of my Jeep Wagoneer, affectionately referred to as Woodrow. She’s a mere 31 years old.
Have the Chinese Been Reading Clavell’s “King Rat?”
It seems a number of individuals have been as enterprising as the King in Clavell’s King Rat.
Thursday, May 02, 2013
I Don’t Hate, I Despise
I recall a number of occasions when I said, more like shouted, “I hate you, mom,” or dad, or one of my brothers or sisters, or some other person close to me, in a fit of anger, or disappointment, or plain old foolishness. It appears, that if one lives down in Palm Beach, Florida, if someone overhears you saying you “hate” the government, or some government flunky now, you could very well receive a visit from the Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office newly formed prevention intervention unit, courtesy of Floridian’s own tax dollars, state and senate members, and the oh so progressive Palm Beach County Sheriff Ric Bradshaw. I despise them all. Is that alright, or should I expect a visit from Palm Beach Florida’s prevention intervention unit?
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Boston Bombing Commentary
Friday, April 12, 2013
Good Plumbing in 9mm
I’m still involved in rehabbing the house I’ll be ensconcing my kids in shortly, and while I’ll willingly tackle most carpentry problems myself, and all the painting, I leave major plumbing issues to the professional plumbers, because it seems that most plumbing fixes require at least half-a-dozen trips to the hardware store.
Here’s a plumbing project, though, I think I would enjoy tackling. 9mm BSP Machine Gun (29 pg pdf).
The following design drawings illustrate the construction of a 9mm submachine gun utilizing off the shelf ‘British Standard Pipe’ (BSP) Fittings. BSP fittings, commonly known as ‘Malleable Iron Fittings’, are readily available from most good trade plumbing outlets.
Via Theo Spark.
Abortion Isn’t Funny
On Tuesday of this week, Drudge put up a headline link which read “Media ignores abortionist’s murder trial,” said abortionist being Dr. Kermit Gosnell. Drudge’s link led to a Washington Times article on the subject of Gosnell’s murder trial titled Abortion doctor on trial, but media not interested; pro-lifers see bias in Philadelphia case, and I’d have to say that, in large part, the media is ignoring Gosnell’s murder trial, and the news of the snipping of live birth babies’ necks as an abortion practice.
Granted, the snipping of live birth babies necks as an abortion practice is not pleasant news to read, or hear about on the teevee news, as this is not funny stuff. But abortion has become (sadly) so accepted a cultural norm, jokes are being written about abortion practices, such as the snipping of live birth babies’ necks, which is a type of retroactive abortion, on shows as obscure as The Red Green Show, and receiving not just polite laughs, but laughs. Abortion isn’t funny.
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Just Another Chink In The Wall
In January 2004, I wondered If I Build a Cabin, Will I Still be Able to Chink the Logs? (original article at link is now behind a pay wall) in response to the alleged racial controversy over the name of the famous Philly cheesesteak restaurant Chink’s Steaks.
It seems that after 64 years of being known as Chink’s Steaks, Chink being the original owner’s nickname, Chink’s has changed its name to “Joes Steak and Soda Shop” in order to be the paragon of political correctness.. How sad. I guess they’ll have to change their website name too.
When I build my cabin, I’m still going to chink the logs.
Monday, April 01, 2013
Your Hat Size Pi
This past Friday night was my 53rd birthday. The Lovely Melis and I had a few friends over to the house to celebrate the event, and one of the topics discussed Friday night was hat sizing, which was brought on by my recent acquisition of an original Stormy Kromer, in red black plaid.
Most often, when individuals purchase a hat, they’re physically in a store trying on various hats for size in the style they prefer. But what if you’re not in a brick and mortar store where you can try on the hats for size? Most hat makers, such as Stetson, Henschel, and even Stormy Kromer, offer a handy dandy sizing chart to assist you in determining your hat size, and the sizing charts actually work quite well. But what if you do not have a sizing chart to refer to?
If you do not have a sizing chart to refer to, knowing Pi will come in handy. You see if you measure the size of your head in inches (measure around the largest part of your head, above the eyebrows, with a tape measure), and then divide that number, what ever it may be, by Pi, you’ll get your hat size. It works every time.
The things you don’t learn on your 53rd birthday.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Tiny Door In A Tree Not Such A Mystery
Californians are mystified by a tiny door in a tree in Golden Gate Park.
The tiny door in a tree really is not that big of a mystery. In fact, there is a tiny door in a tree in my neighborhood, but the idea originated, as far as I am aware, in Minnesota, where, behind the Lake Harriet Elf Door, resides Mr. Little Guy, a local legend. Mr. Little Guy receives little notes, letters, and small gifts from children, who deposit them inside the door in the tree, and Mr. Little Guy writes a little note in response to each and every letter writer.
You can get your very own “Fairy Door” to install in a tree and begin your very own legend, with just a touch of mystery for the kids.