Proof it never happened.
DOES NOT
represent the way the average American lives life.
Tales From The Trailer Court™
Friday, April 26, 2024
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Proof it never happened.
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Thursday, April 25, 2024
April 25, 2024
One year ago today: April 25, 22023, first matching lid.
Five years ago today: April 25, 22019, plants that failed.
Nine years ago today: April 25, 22015, club AC panel.
Random years ago today: April 25, 2009, places that assure you . . .
Feast thine eyes on my latest 1-hr box. No lid, no hinges, but his one has a coat of pecan poly to give it an aged look. There must be some media event about retirement I’ve not heard yet. This fourth consecutive day of broadcasts concerning the topic and how it relates what rich people do. Is Elon on the bootstrap kick again? The worst are the call-ins, which you get because the radio comes on by itself when you walk into my bathroom. Any appraisal of their attitudes, vocabulary, and perspective shows these are middle-class types who have never really known hardship or faced down desperate poverty. The rich don’t care how you go about things, the rich figure it is your choice to screw things up. Ah, but the middle class, you got to watch them. They are not your buddies, they perpetually pretend to be on your side. But given the opportunity they will vote away your paycheck and sleep through your protests.
The fact is the rules of getting ahead have been unchanged in several thousand years. The Jews teach them to their children, Christians do not, yet I find both parties are the ones who make said rules. I don’t include populations where richness is directly associated with stealing, such as India or China. I prefer the indirect approach of taxation, privilege, and wealth through general societal improvements. You can tell which races use this softer approach. Most of their citizens have hot running water.
This is JeePee’s stand-in, the model used to work on Turtle Home, his new plywood accomodation with a rooftop balcony. But I’ve only build the model in all these months and the dimensions are slightly off. What a wonderful age, I can get the correct measurements from Tennessee in a matter of moments, while most of mankind used the feature to discuss that’s on TV tonight. Japan has opted to allow 820,000 foreigners in “to do the jobs Japanese won’t do.” Some smart ass has already dubbed it “Operation Hiroshima II”.
Wales goes woke, taking down all White plaques, paintings, and public statues. It’s to correct what they call historical perspective on colonization. Odd, because Wales has never had any colonies. The LA Times reports an increase in women’s sex diseases is due to racism. And the fact that most women are incapable of taking the blame for their own foolish actions and decisions. If you think I’m suggesting that these days you can walk into a room and pretty much tell which people are apt to be septic, toxic, and infected, you may be right. The Arizona Left makes its move, indicting all 11 State Republicans who reported the 2020 election was stolen. And Biden announces $7 billion to put up solar panels on poor people’s houses, the ones most likely to be swept up by Blackrock in the coming round of foreclosures caused by Bidenflation.
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Here’s a shot of my rack of large box clamps, rather dramatic by tool standards. They formed a nice view with the bug light in the background on what turned into a perfect work day. Three hours for me, most building small stuff, like a small box around the new silo window, since that side has only a 6” eave overhang. There will be a picture of the completed exterior part of the window below. The pieces of wood seen through the windo on the inside are shelves that will eventually be cut away to match the interior.
Once more, we see evidence that America has more businesses that are survivors than that are successful. Entertainment must be near the top of that list. While you can’t get much worse than a disk jockey, have you seen the latest in comedy nights? A club downtown tried this to bolster sales on a nothing Thursday, so I went over there for a look. Meh. I’ll rate it as better than nothing. The jukebox is a better deal. Yet this was probably as generic a comedy show as you get. From Lakeland, the first thing you notice is the place is full of strangers. Who turn out to be the five comedians who each brought along a friend. Not what I’d call a following, but close enough.
It was okay, but two things stood out as just plain wrong with the material. It is all canned so these people are followers with TV-grade presentation. So it was all shallow and commercial grade with a lot of swearing. Everything is reduced to an assembly line. These folks are getting their stuff from a common source. The only sure-fire jokes that worked were the ancient a-funny-thing-happened-to-me first seen in the 1950s, I suppose
The Biden administration has begun suing business that won’t hire those with criminal records with racial discrimination. It’s past the time to wonder if the charge of “child sex offenses” is just a continuation of the slander policy that’s been ongoing at the FBI for decades. You never hear of convictions, only accusations and only against people they don’t like. And a reminder that the Most Wanted list are mostly not criminals. They are wanted for questioning, not for crimes. If the Feds had enough evidence, they’d issue a warrant and not a document designed to trick people into thinking it is a wanted poster.
Now, if you want a list of criminals on the run, that would better be represented by the Drug Enforcement Agency. Here is a link to the DEA list, which differs in that these people are already charged with crimes. Count the number of pages you have to scroll down before finding a White American who was born here. Gosh, maybe old Biden is on to something after all.
ADDENDUM
Ha! How about that woman who ragged on a man because his sex doll could not cook his meals, have his kids, wash his clothes, or make his home. So there. Ah, he shoots back, because of a sex doll, women suddenly want to cook, have kids, wash, and be homemakers again? Gotcha!
Here are the comebacks I like the most:
• Give the Japanese a decade and the dolls will do that and more.Folks, it had to happen. Now we are gettning female athletes bitching they don’t get paid as much as the trannys on their teams.
• It’s all about the mute switch.
• Prime example of don't know what you got til it's gone.
• Try to look as good as the doll !
• One thing a sex bot can't do for sure. . . . talk back.
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
April 24, 2024
One year ago today: April 24, 2023, the frozen battery trick.
Five years ago today: April 24, 2019, a step closer.
Nine years ago today: April 24, 2015, Denny’s by the U.
Random years ago today: April 24, 2012, we already have eleven.
My gear all checks out, but I sure do regret not buying an 8-channel powered mixer when they were half the price of today. The used units on-line are mostly junk or 6-channel. For non-owners, allow me to describe why 6 won’t do. The Prez & I have two instruments and two mics. Suppose somebody, say, Taylor Swift, showed up and managed to beg me to let her join in. That’s 6 plugs.gone. Some of the mixers have extra jacks but they are usually a different type. Also, some, such as my Fishman, are designed so only one jack works per channel. If we know for certain the Prez will play mandolin, we’ll leave that plugged in, and on occasion, I can be talked into playing guitar.
Ah, but where did she get ice cubes? From work, the fridges were expensive at first, but many factories with war workers had them for employees to keep lunch drinks cold in the non-air-conditioned factories of the day.
Trump’s kangaroo trial continues, but America is on to the scam. Trump is not allowed to speak in his own defense, he’s under a gag order, and only left-wing reporters are allowed in the courtroom. Thus, the only news outside the courtroom comes from these fanatics who will lie about anything to keep their jobs. This could be the Democrats best possible hope of stopping him since they’ve already lost millions of voters over their despicable behavior. The accusations will continue but nothing has even touched Trump yet and the left is running out of time, money, and now rapidly losing their support.
ws the corruption, I remind them that over here at least these things are still crimes. Scientific American goes woke and loses, some say, half its readership. I have read but not bought a thing from them in twenty years.
Not again, I fell back asleep, so no marathons or miracles again today. We have another tiny visitor, a birdie with bright blue highlights on the wings. No ID yet, I can never find my field guide, instead I blunder into it once in a while. Let’s look at the news. Silver is bashed bad to $27.50, another Jew in Paris stabbed herself and reported a hate crime. A ‘renowned’ university professor says Noah’s Ark proves the flat Earth theory.
Here are some nice Chinese men installing remote controlled pylons that will create 15-minute cities whether you want them or not. The puppet Judge Merchan has allowed a juror who was convicted of defacing Trump. Makes you wonder what they could possibly have on him that’s got him dancing like a monkey. Any conviction of Trump could be the start of serious unrest that may not be contained by the existing authorities. If the Left pulls anything harsher, I dunno. There are many who consider New York City the headquarters of evil and some who hate anybody from that part of the country. I have never personally liked anybody from there. They behave as if it is your job to know when they are lying.
The Biden camp has launched an ad campaign that their “billionaire tax” (25%) is aimed at helping the poor. The truth is, the tax will hit those worth more than $100 million. It is aimed at wealth, not income, so they will just move it overseas and stop investing here. They only thing they’d then worry about is Trump putting in tariffs. And if history tells us anything, once the tax is in place, it becomes a simple matter of lowering the bar so that anyone who has more then $10,000 is then considered rich. See today’s addendum.
Grass roots.
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I got the silo window installed with two wire screens that would take crooks a half hour to get past. But I worked, as per my own rule, until I made the first stupid mistake. I had one board the right size to make a small awning for the window. I cut one piece exact, planning to use the strap end to make supports. Yep, I cut the good piece. But it is not going to rain before I fix it and I got some ancient videos out, finding a scene of the Hippie & I playing “Sunshine Of Your Love” at some party in Hillsboro in August, 2006. I was barely recovered and my weight was alternately climbing and falling rapidly. I recognize the baggy clothes I had to wear for years over that. And I had real trouble lifting my bass, so he must have paid well to get me out there.
I walked over to the neighbors to check on him, I’ve missed two Festus Tuesdays in a row without notification. He’s okay but I still like to let people know if I’m not going to show. I was able to triple confirm Jason, the guitarist, was not available even to jam. I also changed the blade on the table saw to a high quality all-purpose model.glued up a 1-hr box that I’m testing for glue strength only. If it holds, I need it for holding tubes, as before the trick is not so much inventory, but knowing where to find the tube if it sells.
Ah, back at my comfy desk chair with the newly repaired armrests. Let me check GAB, now that they wised up and enabled graphics again. Right away, it’s plain they lost the lead they once had. Gone are the core few hundred anonymous contributors who really make that site. To make it worse, they have lost that intangible lead they had on breaking news. If I did not say, there was up to a six hour lag time because Big Media needs time to put a spin on their reports. Example, when Biden said his relatives got eaten by cannibals, I heard it on GAB within minutes while the mainstream agencies have ignored it for a full day.
The owner [of GAB] lamely said he did it to save money. Ha, he’s lost a lot of that as well. At full speed, GAB was beginning to worry the bad guys by proxy. How that works is GABs up-to-date stories were exposing dirty deeds that used to rely on fait accompli. The one they must hate is how everybody so quickly learns when they lose a court case. They used to bury the notices on page 37. A example of a trend is how they required quick convictions, but now public opinion reacts too quickly. As the trials lengthen the corrupt judges can’t be sure Trump won’t win and the acquittals are picking up.
Exposure, that’s the game now. The Pentagon had to outright block National Guardsmen who were prepared to issue statements they were ordered to hold back on J6. That would make the Democrats guilty of a palace revolt. Dirty Bill Barr sees the writing on the wall and is trying to suck up to Trump. Aw, shucks, Don, it was all in good fun. We’re in this boat together. Let bygones be bygones, partner.
ADDENDUM
One facet they dwell on is how the rich have “bagged” w/3 of the wealth increases since 2020. It does not mention that they likely created it. Rich people create jobs, folks. Nobody else has the resources to run business efficiently. The poor and the best of governments have failed every time they have a go. A few countries like Switzerland and Spain have wealth taxes, but there are so many loopholes the perception is they are playing favorites. I personally don’t care about wealth increases in the form of artwork and sports teams.
There are around 2,800 known billionaires, as they don’t count outright criminals, which would handily double the number. The big lie is that the motives are to spend this newfound tax revenue on social programs. Such nonsense. Pouring money into poor people only creates more poor people. Surprisingly, the DAVOS bunch morally support a wealth tax. It’s around 2% on fortunes over $10 million. That tells me their hidden agenda is to forestall any worse redistribution schemes. My best solution remains a flat tax on goods and services, which you can avoid by doing things for yourself. This kills two birds, as few things make a good person smile more than watching some lazy fat cat have to perform actual work for the first time in their useless lives. Just ask Adolf.
There are documentaries on the rich but they tend to concentrate on the methods and lifestyle. Things like how business law, but not business work, affects them, And like celebrities, they get to thinking folks value their political opinions But at street level we know most rich people inherited their means and have never really worked for generations. I got a laugh out of “Born Rich”, the movie by that guy who inherited the Johnson & Johnson empire. He utterly fails to capture the internal meaning of rich because everybody he is in contact with is as shallow as anybody poor your could meet. We are talking about people who, along with their parents and grandparents, have never worked in their lives. None of them even work at or understand the businesses from which their fortunes derive.
They seem to lack spiritual or intellectual inertia, none were driven to become anything or do anything with their lives except be rich. What gets me is none of them saw this wealth as an opportunity to make something of themselves. I don’t just mean the lack of motive that might be present if they were poor, I mean the natural inclination to do something no matter what your starting point. For example, not one of them said to themselves, hey, I was born rich so I will dedicate my life to discovering a cure for cancer. That spark of purpose is just as missing as if they were born poor destitute and had to give up.
One thing is certain, their concept of accomplishment is superficial as hell. Sailing your yacht or winning a fencing competition does not rate as accomplishment, no matter how you shine it up. Here was a movie made by somebody with limitless resources and it boringly bland most of the time. I drew from it a few comparisons, for example, like the author at the time, I also have not worked a job in some 25 years. But for me, that was a major accomplishment, for him it was, literally, nothing. I knew I was poor and my default plan was to not have to plug my life away at a dead-end job to make ends meet. In other words, I had the twenty years after I started work to re-create the situation his ancestors at some point handed to him at birth—namely not having to worry about money.
There ends the similarity. We both own bonds, but I doubt he could calculate the discount on a treasury note. He has the boat, but I would be very impressed if he knew how to navigate. That is, his ton of money seems to have stopped him from doing things just as surely as my lack of it. Glancing at my calendar, in less than a month it will be 28 years since I last had no choice but to work for a paycheck I hated it—but on the other hand I found at least some later work enjoyable because I felt like it. Plainly, these people never felt like it.
There’s the unanswered question, why has not one of these people ever gone much further than their starting points? It does not have to be money, I mean with any group numbering in the millions, you’d think at least one rich kid would, once in a while, do something outstanding. By that, I mean who got at least as far past where he began by the same yardstick that measures me. Most of them don’t even display an ordinary curiosity over what’s out there. The three filthy rich kids I’ve known more than twenty years are as body and soul addicted to television as any poverty cases I’ve seen, they just have bigger screens and more of them.
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
April 23, 2024
One year ago today: April 23, 2023, squirrel or racoon?
Five years ago today: April 23, 2019, chicken pie.
Nine years ago today: April 23, 2015, the Smithsonian budget.
Random years ago today: April 23, 2012, the Icelandic loonie?
I’m taking the day off. I won’t even set the rat traps, so whatever made that noise in my attic last night gets a 24-hour reprieve. I’m going to drive to the old club in Bartow and write two letters, maybe more. Upon discovering an unopened letter two days past, JZ now gets reverted to my old-style “picture letters”. The Prez I I have agreed to support the Monday show to wee where it leads, but we need that gig. I’ll suggest we begin wearing shirts and ties and I have a set of speakers they can use. The manager knew nothing of great setup, and it was also plain he was not used to getting a lot of help around there. Don’t hesitate a moment to turn this into an opportunity.
Here’s the birdfeed jar, so far proven rat and squirrel-proof when stored inside the shed. Note the diet is at least somewhat varied. The top is mostly red cardinal feed but the seeds are a favorite, infused with oil squeezed from orange peels. It sure smells nice. But I never could afford to feed squirrels on the scale they appear around here.
Scrap my plans to work on the silo today, I have some gear to test out for the Kava show. Reality is, there is no cargo door at that club and the equipment has to be lugged through the front door. Thus, I’m going to find all my small gear The plan is the two small speakers donated by Agt. M. They are no longer a matching set and not that much lighter than the Yamahas. I’m doing some deeper planning for if the kava gig turns into something more. Moving the gear has finally gotten the better of me. I can do it if I have to, an ominous sign, for it is no longer just part of the deal. The time is approaching when I’ll have to refuse any gigs that involve stairs or any larger parking lots.
None of my kava gig videos turned out well. Again, the camera microphones are over sensitive to bass tones, and my show is around 15% louder on bass than you’d get in most mixes. That’s relative volume, as I’ve never been a loud bass player, but then most recording devices have to strain a bit. The result is every other bass note is a mite distorted, like a singer sounds getting too close to the microphone. I have some clips.
Famous Russian single mother.
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I checked the sheds and put screens on the new silo window frame. That was the highlight of the afternoon, folks. A siesta put me out until 6:00PM, may your retirement be the same. The window makes the silo radio easy to hear but it still only picks up Tampa Tard-radio. Joe Biden’s fan club, they are so obviously being paid to root for him but not a word that at his last rally in Tampa not one person showed up. The TV cameras showed eight policemen standing around sidewalk barricades, then giving up and walking across the street to sit on the park benches. An hour later, even that video was taken off the air. Turns out the station thought the video was taken before, not during, the rally.
Y’know what I wish? That somebody would tell these uneducated millennials that a magnet is an external power source. Every couple years since 2000 we get these gimptard hairlips claiming they’ve invented a perpetual motion machine. You could set your clock by their regular bleating that they’ve discovered free energy, the blimp, a miracle berry in the Amazon, and cars that run on water. It was bad enough when it was just PopSci, but now the Internet? These bastards are never going to quit now.
Monday, April 22, 2024
April 22, 2024
One year ago today: April 22, 2023, remember the 10lb payload?
Five years ago today: April 22, 2019, nothin’ good grows.
Nine years ago today: April 22, 2015, Broward Transit sucks.
Random years ago today: April 22, 2017, on carbon dating.
Earth Day, and I didn’t make it to Harbor Heights. I don’t even know if JZ is still there. But it he was home, he’d be calling by now about the situation because I’m the one who’ll tell it like it is. For me, I’ll spend a quiet morning working on my shed, drinking coffee, and other ordinary stuff around here. Calibrating a sextant, testing some vacuum tubes, making peanut butter cookies with coconut flour, and laying out Golden Ratio box dimensions. The average ind kind of thing around here before playing at a kava bar.
Here’s the Golden Ratio box and there is something “right” about it. Even this junk box, with glued joints and not squared exact has an extra appeal. Before I cut the pieces to maximize the use of lumber but we have an awful lot of lumber these days. I won’t get to the silo until this afternoon due to this perfect working weather, which encourages puttering. I can deliver the yard report which first notes that squirrels also love the climate. I’ve not seen how, but one of them emptied my cardinal feeder to the last seed. We’ll figure him out. We have an adolescent female cardinal patron of the birdbath. She’s the first I’ve seen get right under the running drip hose and get soaked, plainly having some version of birdie fun.
Ah, there is the squirrel now, what a brazen imp. Basking on the hose feed in the cool of the mister. Time to time, washing his little squirrel face, but not showing me how he gets to the feeder. Let’s put out some bait and watch the action. The banks move in, almost doubling the volume of silver trades to 34 million ounces. Now that we know what to watch for, I don’t see silver skyrocketing with this level of manipulation going on. Statement like hitting a “ten year high” would merely bring the price to $30. I would expect the banks to hammer the price down to $24 because that’s where they seem comfortable, but today it’s still trading at $27.50.
So, if you can’t watch silver, watch gold or watch the people instead. They still base a lot on historical rations. If the demand stays there for long we might see a pressure cooker condition. Either way, I’m not planning on selling a thing unless we see $50 per ounce. Let me look up the ratio for that. For $50 on silver, gold would have to reach $2200. Where is it right now, hang on. There, gold is $2,035 and climbing. Just like the rich, if you don’t have to sell, eventually you will get a spike.
Autobahn traffic jam.
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The afternoon was all silo windows and electric wiring, kept me busy. The big story is, the kava bar, so get comfortable. This is not the place if you only want to hear about the fun part of the music, but today was mostly a great good time. I was first to arrive at 7:20PM and as I kind of figured, there is no house PA. Just one powered speaker with four inputs, probably some repurposed Karaoke apparatus. I also found the place did not formally open until six weeks ago. None of the operation, including the music show, has any real mileage. This meant that the Prez & I mostly were the show. We played 8:00PM to 11:00PM and we aced it.
What went right, what went wrong? This blog probes the underbelly and backstreets of the music trade. I hauled in my old 2006 gear, this is our first gig with the full setup. Up to now we never had a chance to test the entire routine from set up to tear down. I am simply going to have to get some lighter gear, even with the Prez helping, I finally admit it has finally become too much work. It also meant their stage rarely looked so great for jam night, though it ran more like a music drop-in. This was also the first gig for the band that put a lot of our hard work to the test. I rate the night a very good success. Some of my reasons are not obvious, but they are important.
Instead of three songs, we played three hours before I called it quits. After an hour all the single women in the place were a ring around the stage area and for everything some envious malcontents will say about that, there is a satisfaction to interacting with pretty women on a friendly level that makes other men creeps when they do it. Eat your hearts out, lechers, it makes all the difference in the world that I did not do the approaching, and you know it.
Two of my management trademarks were prominent. Do not play any slow music, let somebody else make that mistake. Put mildly, while our music is duo arrangements, my bass lines are solos and that can rivet nay-saying guitar players to the spot. I think it is possible this may be the first time some of the younger people present ever saw this form of music, it just is not taught any more. Remember the troubles I had finding a guitar player who would even try? Well I also said once the concept was proven, we’d have all the guitar players we could shake a mic stand at. Our show was a clincher, yet the Guitar-Center-Think is so pervasive, some of the guitarists present still thought we were “missing” a lead player. Amusing.
And who recalls how I insisted we favor presentations and techniques that were difficult to imitate? Damn smart move, that one. This can have an overpowering effect, and why should it not? Imagine a professionally managed band with months of tough conditioning in the harshest of hungry environments suddenly showing up at a musical church picnic. The show was, overall, that of experienced amateurs doing their best, it’s just that this time the big boys came out to play. I went out of my way to encourage them and offer to help if they ask—except for the guitarists who asked if we wanted to join their acts. Fat chance.
My guess there were at the busiest, ten single women present. Don’t dare lecture me on motives when I report that the three youngest and best-looking were at my table the instant we took a break. Beauty brings a tear to anyone’s eye after a certain spell. The youngest, the redhead, is somebody’s dream come true. See photo, that’s her on the left. All three shown one song each. It was fun, but between you and I, none of them are going to have much more than fun. In case there are any jealous bastards reading, yes, the gals all nuzzled up to me and you know why? Because time spent playing bass is not deducted from your lifespan, so they were up close and friendly.
Of course, there were plenty of musical considerations still needing some thought, but that can wait The show itself and what it took to get there was strongly connected to the directed way we conducted our rehearsals. I make no pretense that my first motive to play in a band sixty years ago was meeting women with slim waists—how was I to know that was to become an endangered condition? Don’t blame me for getting distracted. I don’t care that other men fail so miserably at this and I’m not into divorced housewives. Single women, that is truly single, unattached, no baggage, unencumbered women have a different manner and I happen to like it a lot.
Synopsis. it was a super gig by the standard it should be rated. We handily adapted our music list to match venue, the crowd was clustered about the stage, the sound balance was smooth for such a large echoey room, and overall the music was not outdated by easy listening standards. This was planned, so if we get either of the pending Legion gigs, our immediate worries are over. The basic expenses would be covered and you cannot find a better pastime. And I’m fully aware of the improved outlook of musicians who are not in it for the money when they realize they no longer have to spend their own money on gas and groceries. Instead of a short set, we played three full hours with two curtain calls and that means we played all our core tunes. What a treat!
Sunday, April 21, 2024
April 21, 2024
Yesteryear
One year ago today: April 21, 2023, the 40 min. shower.
Five years ago today: April 21, 2019, what a spree that was.
Nine years ago today: April 21, 2015, 4,510 islands.
Random years ago today: April 21, 2021, Ruska unmasked
Silver stays above $29 without a peep from the media. But we know there is likely a frantic bank action to keep it below $30. I’m watching, I’ve waited a long time already, so long I have nothing to lose. I’ll take out my small stash, maybe get you a photo of it for luck. Lots of Ukraininan flags being waved in DC, the last time American flags were waved, 600 people went to jail. This is Apple Sunday, so it was a big breakfast and a good book. The book being my sight reduction tables. I was after a persistent error and I found it. One of those quirks whereby one set of instructions could be taken wrong every time from every source. (You are using a table to look up a value that isn’t there because they had you round off the same number earlier and they assume you had forgotten that, and I did not forget.)
How about this photo of seven B-2 Stealth bombers? Today’s US military calls it a show of force. The Chinese military calls it a fat juicy target. They know the defense system is staffed by queers and diversity hires.. You are looking at more than a third of our entire fleet lined ups so they could be taken out by a single 500-pound canister. That’s as stupid as lining up all our battleships in Pearl Harbor. Bunched up targets and a GPS system that nobody understands beyond reading their computer monitor. And if that does not make sense, consider the latest technology to make smart phone batteries last longer—build the cell towers closer together. Golly, some millennial may soon come up with the idea of running wires to the phone, d’y’think?
I’m likely to cancel the long awaited Earth Day meetup with Alaine. If JZ is still there, no way her and I would get a visit in during her one-hour lunch break. Triple that because JZ & I tend to make fun of everything and others think we are not being serious, all of which we can do in Miami. Alaine is far more laid back and I’d prefer we have lunch at the waterfront again or something. This morning I wrote another short chapter in my booklet, centering on the need to avoid drawing bureaucratic attention to oneself after retirement. There are numerous on-line source but they all involve technical knowledge of the system. What about ordinary low-tech George? What can he do? The first step is to understand how the bureaucrat hive-mind works.
To top off the morning, I watched some footage on the latest photos from Jupiter’s moon, Io. Is it really a molten core covered with ice? Evidence of a meteor strike found in Australia might be 3.5 billion years old and they have unearthed a 50-foot fossil snake in, where else, India. And don’t forget, another anti-Hillary critic is dead, this one was just 36. A pending law makes anyone who sells a gun, even to a family member, a gun dealer who can be imprisoned if they don’t get a license. Missouri has ruled it is legal to call a queer by any name you choose and question if they have AIDS. What a pity such a thing requires a ruling. Have you seen the big family meal from KFC? Only $57.99. The MicroSoft A.I. Twitter bot on a fact-based trial run denied the Holocaust, endorsed Trump, and praised Hitler.
They know the Air Force defense system is full of queers and diverisity hires..
Bush house, Salem, OR.
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Summer’s barely here and it’s too hot already. Past noon it clouded over, so I have work to report. Three and a half hours again, the amount of time it takes me to install a duplex outlet. This was a struggle which took most of the afternoon because I could not work on just one phase. It is the silo window, which I marked wrong by a stud width and had to relocate the box. Ah, says my kava-fired brain, instead of cutting the wire, use it to add the north work outlet I’d planned, then just drop a wire to a new interior outlet located beside the window. It worked but doubled the effort. So, in that sense, I did get more done. Here is the progress on the vent window.
Meanwhile Tampa played top hits of the 60s. I was expecting Spencer Davis Group and some Stones, being that was the onset of the ear of Rock. Instead, crap. The top song, they said was “Sinnerman”. Hey, I was there and wide awake and never heard of that song until today. So I looked at the rest of the list. Around 20% of the top hits were unknown to me. Let me try the 70s. There, I did much better. But—I mistook most of those songs for the 60s hits. This was during my longest music doldrum period, and as I emerged from that funk, I hit the Guitar-Center boondocks where I could not find a decent guitarist for half the 1980s. Even then, the guy that played the most had this metal plate in his head and could drink for three days non-stop.
Then came 1987 which changed everything. At the beginning, it was one Patsy Cline song. Just one, what could come of that? By 1996, my list was two-thirds country music. I went total country by 2002, but around that time I began accompanying the Hippie. His list was heavily 1980s, so I could easily play it but even he began to admit our best songs were country duos. This pointed to a connection he was never able to absorb. It’s that since he could not play the country chops he was filling in with the very strums that he would refuse to play if I asked him directly. That long and eventually non-productive stretch is well-documented at the time. The only better guitarist of the day was Ray-B, another tale from the trailer court.
For the record, I’ve invited Ray-B to join or attend the kava session tomorrow. Honestly, I’m worried about the guy, he’s bit a bad patch. One of the best tunes him & I ever jammed was with a random lady singer at the Jacaranda, or at least I never knew her. We played “Rose Garden” in Ab. To date that is the only band I’ve ever played Buffet’s “Volcano” song.
ADDENDUM
Staying wide awake had me go back over the navigation process. What a difference today made. It’s been years that I stalled at the stage of calculating geographic position. That’s the single point on the Earth’s surface that the Sun is directly above at any moment in time. At some point I have done each of the four major steps in determining a line of position (LOP). This is not a complete fix, as at least one more LOP is needed so the lines cross. Also, I have forgotten some of the rules for dealing with these lines, though I recall they are easy. At this time it would require two people for me to produce timely results.
Saturday, April 20, 2024
April 20, 2024
One year ago today: April 20, 2023, no Whites were involved.
Five years ago today: April 20, 2019,turtle warm-up.
Nine years ago today: April 20, 2015, a nasty version.
Random years ago today: April 20, 2007, Wallace in the Everglades.
Double my porridge ration this morning, I’m up early. Britain announces a new one-year maximum on government benefits—to White people only. Why do I like porridge? Good question, we hardly ever ate it when I was a kid and not much before I turned 50. I suppose I’m sold on the claims it is heart-healthy. Today we have no plans, let’s see what a no-plan day entails around these parts. Here’s some more chow, pasta and butter. People put butter on bread, and what is that made of? (Relax, the butter shown in this photo is just there to thaw.) The media continues to insist Biden’s approval rating is way up at 38% and wonder why nobody trusts them.
Maybe I’ll get something accomplished today yet. No, I don’t go around asking other people my age what they got done—but I could. It’s been weeks since I put in a full shift. That’s not saying I neglect my hobbies. It’s work to change the keys on some of the tunes, bass lines can rarely be changed from E to D to sound right and I’m still reading a lot on sight reduction. I took a shortcut years ago and memorized the northwestern hemisphere. Now I must backtrack to learn the theory so I can use sight reduction anywhere on the globe. What, with Biden about to launch World War III and the Chinese with the latest anti-satellite hardware. Gee, who’da thunk it twelve years ago when I made the decision?
Canada’s household debt has finally surpassed 100% of GDP. There are not enough hours in the morning, says the guy who will have been retired 28 years next month. That’s correct, on May 23rd, I became the youngest person ever to take early retirement at the company, a record that will likely never be broken. That’s because after I caught them on the legality which permitted it, they changed the rules. The point is, anybody who thinks retirement involved mostly sitting around or playing cards at Panera hasn’t been paying attention.
It wasn’t 10:00AM before I decided to go do some wiring in the shed and then run through my song list. The Prez scheduled for 3:00PM so I had time only for chores. I strung out the extension and roughed in more of the silo window. Yet, we got a family of some vermin in there. Time to finish the interior and seal it up good. The silo is sided with pallet slats leaving a zillion ways to be invaded. And finally, I drilled and cut wire and wood for a permanent power supply to the north work area. While the tools were out, I cut new boxes to sort the tubes and filled three of them. Empty juice cartons from the dollar store are darn near the correct size. This is the blog that keeps you abreast of these important issues.
I then stopped at the money order store to return the ten bucks, which seems to have made a profound impression on the staff. Yes, the clerk, Sophia, was short the money on cash-out, so I made it very clear ti was not her fault. On these monthly found-money deposits, there can be a mix of bills and unrolled coins.
Largest dinky toy ever.
(WWII tank recovery truck.)
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How many people just knew this was going to be a hectic day after all? Show of hands. That’s what I thought. I said you get the events and here they are. It was Cassie’s wedding day and it was the biggest party at the club in years, but that was later tonight. Jus now, I sealed up the silo and drove to rehearsal, an option provided by good planning. (Later, I forgot what I meant by that last sentence, but it stays.) We worked on some of our more challenging material. Good move. Right afterward, I dropped into the kava bar. It’s a much bigger operation than met my eye. It’s part of an overtly well-funded chain. I met the owner/manager and we talked business for roughly half an hour. Yes, I noticed the place had a healthy helping of single White women with that hippie look I do not mind at all, just don’t stick it into crazy. And I learned the Polynesian word for “cheers” is “boolah”. Don’t quote me on that, I’d been drinking complimentary kava.
The manager gave me the tour, there is an outside stage area and he sometimes pays for weekend bands. I now gather it is nearly impossible to find a decent band for this venue. It would be wise for me to pay extra attention here because this is uncharted territory. A week ago it never crossed my mind that a specialty restaurant type operation would have the same entertainment challenges as the local watering hole. Why would it [cross my mind]?
I made some quick assessments. If I had not talked to the owner, I would have thought that guitar player on stage was wrong for the location. (He was also not very good, allowing for his age which was similar to back when I played the Metropole.) While you can choose the point where you feel band management makes a difference, the fact is even a solo act requires a degree of organization that can easily sap away energy that belongs on stage. Trust me, it only looks like the band just dropped by and plugged in. Should you make the comparison, our little duo is by far (and I mean by far) the most organized in these parts, just you keep in mind I I said that is a comparison.
Thus, I stopped all plans for my Saturday night downtown, although I did get out for a beer much later. Over to the coffee shop with pencil and pad to map out a song list (of 8 tunes) comprised of “non-bar” music, what you might call kava-friendly (don’t hit me). Like, cool it with the Willie Nelson and up it with the Jimmy Buffet. Having noted the house equipment, I plan to take along my big PA system. The guy on stage had his own small amp but the rest of the gear was mismatched and set wrong.
When it rains, it pours, when I arrived back in Mulberry, I found two responses. One was a reply from the Legion over on 17th, the one where I admit not having visited in probably five years. They have a quiet Saturday Karaoke show. I had long ago mentioned to Cher, the manager, that if I ever got a band happening, I would like be in touch. I put out some feelers a few weeks ago and just found out why no reply. Remember Abe? He would have been an ardent supporter, but lately I’ve been hearing of many cases of sudden dementia, a condition that used to creep up on people. Now it seems to strike. Sadly, both Abe and his wife fell with it apparently in the same week around a year and a half ago. I mean, I knew something was wrong but this startled me.
I drove over to the club and Cher recognized me instantly, signing me in. I stuck around for a beer and sang two tunes. Most of the room recognized me but I confess other than the gal who once was a Taylor lookalike, I’m at a loss for every name. I met the DJ and talked to several patrons. They confirm the rapid onset with Abe and his wife, now both in nursing homes. Music simply has to make sure that never happens to me It was still light outside when I left and I fully expect we will be booked there shortly. That’s judging by the rousing cheers as I left the stage.
The second response is another Legion in Winter Haven. It’s a circuit that represents steady work if you can get in. What differentiates that Legion is their emphasis on dancing. I’ve only heard they emphasize dancing, never having been there in person. However, there’s my fan club and I gather they know somebody over there who has the say-so. I have a phone number and a note of referral. Expect that to happen fast, as that’s a location half-way for the Prez & I to drive.
On the way back, I saw a sell-out crowd at the old club. Dang, I forgot today is the wedding. I got there just in time to get the last empty chair. The happy couple are, like myself, from a city who chose a smaller town to live in. She’s the barmaid, he’s the Karaoke guy, both are talented singers, and that makes them beyond popular. I got near enough to say congrats, the place was packed. There you go. I’m the one that wanted an active retirement. But may I now take the rest of the day off? Duly noted, if we get one gig a month at each of these prospects, that a full calendar for this band. Boolah.
ADDENDUM
I’m also considering changing one of my blog parameters. Until now, you get on the superlatjust like golf on TV. But it also means I only mention a fraction of my gigs and I would like that to change. This duo seems to endure and I would like to keep more of a tally on these events. I could guess around now in my life I’m near my 2,500th stage. (Spanning over 60 years if you include piano recitals.) That’s got to provide some form of unique perspective.
Friday, April 19, 2024
April 19, 2024
One year ago today: April 19, 2023, that’s my Taylor.
Five years ago today: April 19, 2019, I decide Mt. Juliet.
Nine years ago today: April 19, 2015, strange Swiss woman.
Random years ago today: April 19, 2013, 7 hours by sidecar.
Have you seen the fake polls showing Biden neck-in-neck with Trump? What a laugh. Especially in light of other surveys that show another devastating fact to the Left—that nothing appears to be changing the loyalties of the Trump supporters. Every liberal scam is exposed on the spot and every dirty trick is called out in real time. The Left doesn’t seem to grasp they no longer have their traditional lag time where they were able to lie just long enough to get elected before folks caught on. You get to check out the thermometer on this totally Florida morning.
Examples would be “Seminole Wind”, parts of “Turn The Page”, and “Rocky Top”. Generally, we don’t play these tunes. But if you play them, we will make you sound like a recording star. The fast-changing chords coupled with our duo tactics (especially piano-like runs and avoiding unison) makes this music sound delightful. So the Prez & I took time to customize our parts, by now a routine for us. He learned to fingerpick the rhythm and I filled in the implied back-melody that matches where he sings the doo-doo-doo part. End result? A great instrumental sound for a tune neither of us can sing. Too much syncopation. I mean, we’ll probably get it, but for now, we’re stuck. Next, logisitics.
Band management has it’s moments, in that to get it right one often has to take the non-standard viewpoint. That raises the question of why? Can’t one just go with the flow? Sure, but be prepared for plenty of disappointments. One aspect of keeping a show together that can be wildly different with bands is the need to avoid being taken by surprise, and no, I don’t mean the Happy Birthday kind. Before COVID, there were around 26 more active bands in Polk County than today. Only part of that is explainable by music considerations alone. There are few things as fragile as band loyalties and you can triple the danger if things keep going wrong.
My style is to let everybody know in advance what to look for, but not telling them what to make of it. I find it is enough when they realize something has already been “patterned”—because conclusions can be adopted more readily than reached. What brought this on? The convo with Trent about how so many recall the good old times when, in fact, it was always a tottery ride. He reminded me of the shows at the Walkabout and the Riptide. Those were outstanding performances by Hollywood’s top locals. And the best shows were duos with Ray-B handily taking first prize, but a close second from the Hippie. (The Hippie tended to invite strangers who were not popular with me we who had taken time to rehearse our material. These were regular gigs, not jam sessions.)
Everybody is having a better day than old Joe. Have you seen the videos of his motorcades? Everywhere he goes, not one supporter. Everyone swearing at him and giving him the finger by the thousands, including children. The old fart is not getting the message. Like many of his ilk, he cannot imagine why he isn’t their hero. And neither is John Mellencamp who walked off the stage after being booed for talking instead of playing. Worse for him it was probably due to his liberal politics, which nobody wants to hears since beyond playing guitar, the guy is a near total good write-off. Always has been, but hey, this is one reason most guitarists look alike to me.
Oh, and for the record, Gab has restored the ability for non-paid viewers to post pictures. Torba goofed and lost the majority of his posters as well as his lead in a complicated game with no rule book. One thing he should not have screwed with is anonymous posting, and his retracti
ons show that he has still not learned his lesson. He goes on about his “parallel economy” but has made no effort to let people pay in cash. Oh, I know it is a tough call, but hey, he is the one who made the challenge.
One million dead mosquitoes.
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This just in, some AOL set himself on fire in front of the Trump trial. Whatever his affiliation, the Democrats will say Trump lit the match. Folks, do no judge patriotic Americans over the behavior of these lunatics and misfits. It was the Democrats who shut the mental hospitals and set these psychos loose in society, the taxpayers were never asked. As for the crazy, it’s already dubbed the “Biden Barbeque”. The first video posted had a view of the event across an empty plaza. Nobody around, but sure enough, one lady walks into the scene and sits down exactly where she blocks the view. No clue, not helping, just blocking the camera she is not even aware of. Now how, I ask you, how do I know she must be Canadian?
How goober was I? I’d heard of “fast food” but thought it was cheap food that people ate fast because they were in a hurry. It’s true, the first time I planned and went to a McDonald’s was well after I turned 20. I was not there even by accident, because I never had a car until I was 21 I would have instantly noticed the cheap plastic décor that was proliferating by then had I walked in. Even when I did, usually the only thing I went there for were the triple-thick shakes. I recall the last time I had a strawberry shake for some reason. It was at the monastery in 1978. That’s another tale from the trailer court. Later, I just found out the Sanford Big Boy has been shut down.
How about the plan to genetically alter humans to be allergic to red meat? It’s part of the C40 plan, along with plans to breed smaller humans who consume less. You will be restricted to one airplane trip every three years of less than 1500 miles. There is a lot more resting on Trump this November than most people realize. After devastating floods caused by cloud seeding, Dubai will no fine citizens one million in local currency for posting any storm pictures on-line. And today the Iranians got the West to fire off $1.3 billion in missiles to knock down its plywood drones.
ADDENDUM
On sheer willpower, I took most of the day off. Making a sextant reading for fun (compared to, say, using a TV remote), I followed the longitude down to an island in the Caribbean you probably never heard of. Isla de Providencia, which is ill-named since it is regularly flattened by hurricanes, the last one in 2020. Politically part of Columbia, it bills itself as one of the last undiscovered islands, by which they mean tourism. It must have an economy because 5,000 people live there. There were no photos to distinguish the place, so here is a view of a perfect body from nearby San Andres Island. For those who say she is too skinny, I like it when I hear that.
I first heard of Tiburon because Walt Disney painted a picture of it and I figured it was somewhere in the Pacific. Maybe he considered it for a theme park before he discovered there was no fresh water. Although tied to the mainland by a spit of land at low tide, it is technically Mexico’s largest island at around 460 square miles. They filmed a few survivor type shows there, but the only airstrip was blown up in ‘95 by the Federales to curb smuggling. The only wildlife is goats and coyotes, but keep an eye on the local Seri Indians. They’re cannibals. Or at least that is the rumor and I wouldn’t take chances.
The prevailing theory is that the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs impacted to create the Gulf of Mexico. I say it was really three asteroids or one that broke into three. Maps show two more large crater shaped bodies of water. If you look at the coastlines of Nicaragua to Columbia, there’s an outline south of Jamaica. Further east, you have the entire chain of islands north of Venezuela. And if you drained the water, you would see the surface of the planet has been deeply fractured by something.
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