Friday, December 30, 2011
Mista, a product I have used before. I like them, they are strong, standing up to my method of installation (tap devil), which I can't find anymore. I also use heavy rubber mallets, avoiding the dead blow that many contractors are using, I tend to break them, which makes a mess!
All in all it was good job, these pavers (with the river jack swept in) are mostly permeable, limiting run-off. If we do get water laying in that curvey spot, I will drill some weep holes, but I don't anticipate this occurring.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Played with my awesome Christmas presents, new shoes and pedals for the bike. First time with a cleat type pedal, thankfully in the basement of my torturer/friend. Completely different feel, better, more controlled, and easier to think about the technique of pedaling; yeah, more to remember than in a golf swing.
He had me do half and hour of one of Coach Troy's hill climb workouts, I am sure there is more pain in my future!
So that is two out of three habits I wanted to start, right? Now I need to get cracking on that novel I have been working on for years.
Monday, December 26, 2011
YMCA Resolution Revolution; it helped me drop about 15 pounds last year, most of which I gained back because I lost the habit.
My Fitness Pal; This helped me lose the original 25 pounds a few years ago, watching what I ate was very important...then I became busy and lost the habit...
More bike rides!
That will help me with my Triathlons next year; yes, plural!
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Christmas is over, again, another year, more changes, and more happiness. Smaller gathering, great food, and pleasant conversation.
Read about some Christmas Zombies, rather disturbing but interesting at the same time. The mind works in odd ways I guess, and when something needs to get out, it needs to get out!
Work, work, work...and then some more work in my future, hopefully back in the pool tomorrow evening though, ran some today, and got awesome bike stuff for Christmas!!!!
Now that things are settled, even though I say it all the time, I hope to get back to the story, it was moving for a little while, then it stopped, then it moves, then it stops, like life I guess.
The rest of the world is going nuts, has anyone noticed? Each side of every issue has been taken of by fringe activists; there is very little compromise. No taxes, raise taxes. No cuts, cut everything. What happened to targeted cuts and targeted taxes? Oh, and don't get me started on Social Security. Now all of a sudden it is a tax not a contribution to a retirement fund? Really? So when Republicans wanted to privatize the program, letting people take care of their own money, that was a bad thing, but now that a Democrat President has cut the rate of our contributions, allowing us to keep more of our money, it is a good thing. Freaking hypocrites, the lot of 'em.
Okay, now that I have fallen into the political trap it is time to hit Publish.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Bullcrap Congress in not headed for a stand off, Democrats are. The house passed the bill with a year extension (something I do not agree with at all), and the Senate sent back a bill with a two month extension. This is a cut in 'payroll tax', like if you dropped your 401k contribution 2%. This is NOT a good thing people, this is the tax we have to pay if we are to keep the Ponzi scheme alive.
But, of course, it all has to be framed as 'partisan' because the children in Washington have no clue what it means to either work for a living, or, GASP, pay other people to work for a living. Not telling companies what percentage to pull from paychecks in two weeks is INSANE, and then expecting companies to simply change again in two months? Really?
This is going to be an insane election year, maybe for fun the Democrats can actually pass a budget (1000 days and counting, when did the constitution become moot?)
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
But I have to post, it's that whole 21 day thing...getting pretty close, I think. Tomorrow is going to be tough, I can not figure out when I am going to have time to post anything, I might have to take the laptop to the side job and hope to steal someone's wifi. Would that be wrong? It is in the name of creativity, and I wouldn't be doing anything illegal with the bandwidth.
So that's it for tonight, just silliness. Rest in Peace Christopher Hitchens, I wasn't a fan of your militant atheism, but you had some points about how religions can mess society up, especially those that are having trouble getting out of the 7th century.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
I am starting with posting the award on my blog and thanking J.R. Wagner for highlighting this blog on his. I will spend some time in the next few hours looking for other blogs to award, but as I am very new to the blogs about writing scene (I have dealt mostly in the political realm until recently), I am unsure if I can fulfill the rules behind the award.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Only one of my readers answered my request, so scenario #2 it is. Maybe she can supply a title so when I pick up the thread in future posts I will know what to call that post.
This is going to be raw, pure writing. No editing other than spelling and a little grammar here and there, so please, allow me the normal mistakes writers make.
Here goes nada:
(Oh, nice title)
Damn it, Ransom thought to him self, another freaking hill...is he trying to kill me? He downshifted and began the climb, at least it's not too long he began to whine in silence, and then stop it, you idiot, if it was all flat and easy there would be no point. With that he glanced down at the gears to make sure he was in the middle ring and got up out of the saddle, both adding speed and resting some of the muscles in his legs while creating that wonderful/painful burn in his thighs. He was concentrating on the white line, concentrating on keeping his knees in, concentrating on not wobbling the front wheel back and forth like he did when he was a kid on a BMX bike (he had learned early on that these street bikes were set up differently and his feet would hit the front tire if he turned it too much while pedaling.
In this manner, while not looking at the top of the hill, the climb was over before he knew it, and the granny gears were successfully avoided. He pushed the front to the big ring, looked up to discern how far Joe had strayed ahead, Joe was a much more accomplished cyclist than Ransom, but, while appealing in his own way, not nearly as drop dead gorgeous as Ransom. Ransom chuckled to himself as that thought flitted through his mind, chuckled because it was so far from reality.
Ransom was in his forties, his almost 6 foot frame was still carrying some of the beer-gut he had earned before quitting the stuff, and he was just beginning to finish these rides without considering a call to 911. His slightly pudgey face was clear of blemishes, his blue eyes complementing his short cropped brown hair (kept short to hide the grey), and one would normally find him with a week or two of stubble on his face. His black and grey beard grew extremely slow, almost a natural Don Johnson look.
Joe on the other hand was in his thirties, slim, fit, about five foot eight with one of those faces that detective novelists call rugged. Quick to smile, his light brown hair was kept almost non-existent (mostly naturally), which added to the rugged look.
Ransom noted that Joe was only a few hundred yards ahead so he replaced the water bottle he had just taken a few swigs from and began pedaling, while telling himself to remember to pedal while drinking, pedal while drinking. Keeping his eyes on Joe in order to figure out how hard it was going to be to catch him, he didn't notice the two cars pulled into the walking trail parking lot on the other side of the road. Didn't notice them until he heard what had to be automatic weapons fire, that is.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thank you for helping.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
But such is life, really, and that life is important to me. So I do it.
Volunteer and bike on Saturday, or church, volunteer, and bike on Sunday.
Bike for sure.
Cleaning out an interesting building on Sunday and other days in the coming week until pavers and wall block are delivered, should be fun, interesting, and extremely dirty.
Entered an elementary school tonight that has been a part of my life for 12 years now, I found that to be rather fulfilling, but not nearly as fulfilling as using a tool my father gave me to retrieve a couple three stuck balls. Don't you just love when a little boy or girl says thank you before his or her parents say "What do you say to the nice man?"
From the above:
1. Man finds body while digging for a patio, realizes it is his real father whom he thought had left them...chops up and stashes in dumpster to protect mother.
2. Two friends on bike ride witness drug deal gone bad, all parties killed in shoot-out, what should they do with money and drugs?
3. Man finds alien object while cleaning old sanitarium garage, becomes object of frantic search by black helicopters and sexy alien chicks.
4. Man spends life helping others, falls onto hard times, and realizes that Clarence and his bell are fiction.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
I am interested in starting a union, one away from the Union to which I belong, but have been thwarted every step of the way. It amazes me that workers do not mind being lumped in with lazy bums, but they do...I guess because so many are related to the bums...
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The best collection so far, showing context, showing how the lies have been pushed. Now, the 'cause' might be important, to them at least, but still, the ends do not justify the means. Mann and Jones are complicit in this, and I can't swear it is about the money, but that money sure didn't hurt. It is the 'cause' that bothers me though, the thought that by destroying the economies of 1st world nations and never allowing 3rd world to pull themselves up out of poverty.
All one needs to understand is that humans are insignificant. We mean nothing in the grand scheme of things but 'progressives' just can't handle that. They have to be in charge, they have to have have control over everything and everybody. Think of the list, it runs from fat and sugar to where we can smoke!
Then think about Keppler 22b. This is a planet that could support the same type of life we have here. And it is 600 light years away.
Yeah, 600 light years.
Monday, December 5, 2011
The same goes for the Free Thought Society. They like to use disparaging language when talking about religion and those who are religious. Right now they are whining about not being able to glom on to the religious Christmas Holiday. Yes, I know that the date was picked for political reasons, but after hundreds of years I think we can safely say the tradition is set, and widely accepted.
It would be nice if those who call for free thought allowed others to think in a manner different from the free thinkers, wouldn't it? Trying to silence Christians, or, trying to distract people during a traditional religious time is not free thought, it is bordering on censorship. And that is the goal of these free thinkers, we all know that, and so do they. Remove all language and thought that does not tow their line...
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Fiction is fun for me, Poetry is a passion. Perhaps I can play with that here as suggested, and then, perhaps I can just keep positing about posting.
And politics, I will never give up on the politics, next year will prove to be a very important one in the United States, and we are voting for our lives.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
The Embreeville complex is going to be sold, one way or another, and if West Bradford is going to continue to enjoy recreation down there we had better step up now. Sure, our lease is not up, sure, all the plans show WBYA expanding, but what happens if something falls through? Are we prepared to scramble for fields? This is why one of the participants this morning was dead on when he said the plateau was the first item of business. We can deal with the Indian Hannah area, that seems simple, but we need to plan now for utilizing the open space that exists right now on the property.
The homes of Tattersall would love us if we kept it open (yes, soccer, lacrosse, baseball and maybe rugby fields are open space), and even though it is probably a desirable section of the property, I think we can make great use of the space.
Now it is a matter of selling the idea to the Township and the state, all while keeping our lease on the rest of the fields. The plateau is a perfect area for expansion, WBYA is expanding, and the Township needs to find a valid reason to buy the whole parcel.
The plateau is above the parking lot shown in this view.
Something new to obsess over!
Nice link Google...search for Ryan Blvd, Coatesville PA
Friday, December 2, 2011
Another couplet from Rumi's Bowls of Food (Barks, The Big Red Book, 2010, pg 50).
The core of the seen and unseen universe smiles,
But remember, smiles come best from those who weep.
Awesome. Perfect. Timeless. And oh, so, simple. Without the full gamut of emotions, single emotions just don't hold as much weight if they can't be compared to their opposites. Pure grief is impossible without pure love, pure happiness can never be found without once having been truly unhappy. The first line? Who knows what the poet was thinking just before he wrote the second line, but smiles were on his mind. So he reached out, wrote the first, and perfected the second. That is what we do, poets are simple individuals, the current copy of Poetry, The Q &A issue be damned. It drives me nuts when poets discuss the writing of a poem in language that no one can understand. A poem becomes, and that is it. Nikky Finney gets it, her stuff is vivid, but understandable, and her explanations are real. The poem for which her book is titled, Head Off and Split, was a phrase she heard in a fish shop, wrote it down, and created a poem. And is not afraid to say just that on NPR. She is real. These other posers? The professors of poetry? I am sure that they also write poems in the normal way but they have to justify the title "POET" as opposed to people like me, who are poets. "smiles come best from those who weep", that is poetry. "There goes the screen door slamming shut/
You better do what you're told/When I get back this room better be picked-up/Car wheels on a gravel road." Lucinda is a poet. And then there are poets who don't know they are poets. For instance:
You're a writer. Let everyone else get bogged down by doubt. Get up and see it through. Trust the mind that created your story to see you to the end. To what end? To your end, not the sheep's end. You decide how your journey will end. Without punctuation and some well placed breaks, that paragraph (and many others written by J.R. Wagner), are poetry, just in prose form. Poetry is the words mixed with the idea, not necessarily the couplets, the quatrains, the rhymes or the breaks (and even I fell into the trap above). Sure, we recognize it by the breaks, the rhymes, and the schemes, but it is the words chosen to create in the readers mind an idea, a place, an emotion, or a face.
Sometimes the only way for me to create is in free verse, because I feel I lack the grammar skills to pull off a novel. I feel I lack the descriptive skills to create a character's face for my readers, so I stop, I fall back into disjointed verse, playing with words…and then, I realize. I am a writer, just as Wagner is a poet.
And to paraphrase Rumi: words come best from those who sometimes cannot find them.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Picking low hanging fruit, that's what discussing the global warming issue has become to those of us who understood from the beginning that humans have very little effect on the overall system that is our planet. We knew from the start that this was simply another left-wing scare tactic, based on two flawed premises. Premise #1, humans are stronger than God (or Mother Nature, if you prefer) and can alter the planet. This allows the good little leftist to feel superior to that silly conservative who goes to church. Premise #2, humans are too stupid to see through the power grab. It was power they were after, the power to keep the poor in those developing countries poor, and to lower our standard of living as much as possible so we all suffer the same (socialism). These emails are not cherry-picked, not out of context, and show clearly that the upper echelon of the alarmist crowd have been pressuring journals, fudging data, and black-listing any scientist who dares to question the 'cause'. The best place to find these emails is Watts up with that. There is great analysis for both the normal reader and the scientist alike. Give it a chance, all you alarmists, you may find that Al Gore was lying to you the whole time, all while pocketing billions of dollars from his carbon credit scheme.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
The following will mean nothing to the 2 or three people who read this mess, or, maybe someone will fall into it and realize who I am and why I am so pissed off.
I thoroughly dislike people who spread lies about other people. And I dislike even more those people who buy the lies without question and attack someone, by name, whom they wouldn't know to trip over.
Along with those people, I am sick of the enablers, those who have the power to stop things yet refuse to do so. Therefore, I am removing my self from the equation.
I used to be a quitter, I used to run from everything, so this is killing me. There is a point where stepping away is the only course of action though, the only way to remain sane. If those in power are going to allow the crap to continue unabated, why should I bother? Why should anyone bother to do the right thing? Seriously? For the pride of doing the right thing? When all that gets you is grief? Forget it, no more. I'll do the right thing silently, out of the limelight, away from them all. They can have the insanity, they've earned it.
Oh, and unions suck.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
So, today I was headed out to dabble in my favorite hobby, my other creative outlet, and realized I had no cement. I had sand, it's been riding around in the truck for weeks, but the half bag of portland was still in the garage where I hastily shoved it when it began to rain a week or three ago. This means a trip to the Depot, where I grabbed a bag of masonry cement, a new mixing tub (my old one has holes and is on another job), and a new tool box saw 'cause I needed it.
To the job, which is a mix of wonderfulness. An Eagle Scout project on a 150 year old wall at a church! I arrive, grab the iPod, and head to the back of the truck to mix mortar. Three to one, if anyone ever needs to mix mortar, three sand to one cement, no matter the type, and you will be fine. If you want stronger, less sand. Masonry cements have lime premixed, so it is much more workable than portland and sand. For laying stone, use concrete sand, especially on old wall repairs.
Mortar mixed I head to the passenger side of the truck to grab my tool bag. #$&U#@. Wrong bag. No masonry tools...tools for paver patios and sidewalks (a brick hammer), and a bunch of 12 inch spikes, but no trowels or pointing tools. This is a problem.
Then I realized that all those tools might not have been used when this particular wall was originally built, so I winged it! Digging in my truck I found a short ice scraper, which I used as a trowel and a clean wooden paint stirrer that worked fine as a flat slicker.
It all worked out well, but I sure need to get my head around the things I need to take with me in the morning!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
I started this blog to discuss politics, oh so many years ago, and have done so intermittently. I tried late last year to keep everything local, and that worked for a week or two, but there just isn't enough to blog about in Chester County, not enough for me to write about anyway. So I slid back out nationally and internationally, writing about the Religion of Peace™, or, the AGW insanity (not insane that the planet may be warming, insane that measly humans are causing the warming).
I was thinking about writing more on the OWS crowd than I have written on Facebook, but so much has already been said it would be redundant, the same goes for the Republican primary fiasco. If democrats had any balls they would be mounting an attack on Obama for 2012, he is slated to be thoroughly trounced next November, Jimmy Carter #2, only worse!
I do want to mention the Iran nuclear weapons chase, something that I think I wrote about many years ago, something that democrats have denied for years, that one useful idiot was given the Nobel Peace Prize for denying. I still do not understand how a simple guy from Pennsylvania can see that Iran is pursuing a nuclear bomb, but the international community still tries to deny it…I just do not get it. Oh, I know that it is the left side of the spectrum that denies it, but that makes even less sense to me. It is the left side of the spectrum that is going to be killed when the Islamic Fascists take over (well, after they kill all of the American conservatives who will never surrender). Remember that there are no gays in Iran and the Holocaust never happened. Iran is going to explode, very soon, right after Syria, or, maybe, right before.
That brings us to the Arab Spring, so touted by so many, all of whom seem to be idealistic fools now. Others, including myself, were counseling caution, calling for patience, arguing that this wasn't going to be the wonderful renaissance that the left wing/anarchist/hacktivists wanted. I, and others, warned that the Muslim Brotherhood was going to take over Egypt, led by the aforementioned Peace Prize winner, and that is what is happening now. I, and others, warned that thousands would die in Libya and Syria, and that is happening. I, and others, warned that the end result would be the United States, under the leadership of President Obama, would come out of this looking weaker, and we were right. Just once I would like to be wrong about these things, but, human nature NEVER changes. People want strong leaders, but strong leaders are rare. Weak leaders, however, are a dime-a-dozen, and weak leaders only want power. When a weak leader gets that power, they normally wield it ruthlessly, and, never let go.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
One of the things I want to do now that I am back to the blog is comment on a wonderful book of poetry that was given to me as a gift. For lack of energy and time I will simply link here: http://books.google.com/books?id=Qyofbe8JTbYC&printsec=frontcover&source=gbs_ge_summary_r&cad=0#v=onepage&q&f=false The poet is Rumi, the year is anywhere beteen 1240 and 1260 or so, and the translation is done by Colman Barks, and the poems are life. Sure, they are love, friendship, and spiritual awakening, but if that isn't life, I don't know what is.
What I have been doing is reading slowly and marking things that pique my interest. I noticed the other day I have marked over 20 pages and don't want to forget why I marked them so I am going discuss a poem when I am short ideas or just because I like poems.
In Bowls of Food the lines "Those who work at a bakery do not know the taste of bread/like the hungry beggars do" made me think of a phrase that bounces around my head all the time: The cobbler's children never have new shoes.
In my home, I am always afraid that I will start a patio/wall/walk project and never finish it (like 'unfinished wall'), and become like the cobbler. And even while I think that I know in my heart that is not the point. The point is not seeing what is right in front of you, not loving what is closest to you. Or, in keeping with Rumi, not recognizing the way God touches everything every day (God or Shams, Rumi's muse). We shouldn't let others see the things we do not, we should help others see the beauty that is both within and around us. So much we take for granted would be desired by others, and that desire is what Rumi means by the beggars; they appreciate the bread more than the baker both because they get less to eat AND they do not see it as a burden.
Wow…too many threads there, confusion stemming from exhaustion, but both things in that last sentence are true, and even more. Go to the link above, the poem in question is on page 48. Don't stop there though, read a few more, the writing of Rumi is very eye opening!
Friday, November 25, 2011
So, taking advice from a friend, I am setting a minimum goal of one blog post per day. I would love to also write elsewhere, so I am hoping that forcing a blog post will put me in the mood to pick up one of the three note-books, or, open one of the two or three word documents currently under construction. Posting about posting does not count, much like when I was journaling and would write an entry about writing an entry…hmm, where is that journal anyway?
Inheritance. Paolini came very close to making a very big mistake, even bigger than the two he actually did make. I won't play spoiler on the almost, but the first mistake was not putting the pen down when it was time to put the pen down. It doesn't take 100 pages to wrap up a story, especially the way that one was wrapped up. Secondly, it's not like they were Leia and Luke…. Okay, he left it open for the future of the riders, to be told from a number of directions, and he now has enough characters to pretend he is David Eddings, but are those characters deep enough to build on? The only one I even got a sense for was Arya, even Eragon was still a tad shallow right to the end.
The video game feel from book three is gone, thankfully, showing a maturity in the author, but once he stopped 'leveling up' the characters he also stopped building them.
Oh, and evil is evil, it really is that simple Mr. Paolini, hopefully you will remember that when we next encounter Dragons and Riders.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
And yet, however just these sentiments will be allowed to be, we have already sufficient indications that it will happen in this as in all former cases of great national discussion. A torrent of angry and malignant passions will be let loose. To judge from the conduct of the opposite parties, we shall be led to conclude that they will mutually hope to evince the justness of their opinions, and to increase the number of their converts by the loudness of their declamations and the bitterness of their invectives.
Yup, October 27, 1787, Federalist #1. This could be a news item from last week! Of course it wouldn't sound nearly as good today, the ability to write has left the political and journalist scene.