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2010-11-20T13:36:00.004-05:00

Hmm. For a Blog which is very inactive and has only a few viewers who are polite people who are friends in spite of myself, I am puzzled why the month of October 2010 shows an all time high traffic mark of 286 hits. Nothing new has been posted for almost an entire year. Maybe I have accidently included some phrase or image that is a hit magnet for search engines. Who knows.

QR c o d e

2009-12-07T17:23:00.004-05:00

This is a QR code which stands for "quick recognition". Functions like a bar code only with more information content. You commonly see it in the United States on United Parcel Service package labels for tracking purposes. Each box has its unique number and shipping information stored in this graphic device which is cheaply and quickly generated by an ink-jet label printer.
Apparently, these symbols are becoming quite common in Europe and are finding new applications every day. One application might be electronic coupons on packaging or billboards. Snap a picture with your cellphone which has a QR app, of course, and route the credit to your Pay Pal account for your next on-line purchase. Or, forget the note pad and paper; electronically capture a URL, phone number etc that you want to remember by using your phone to snap a picture, decode and store the info. You can easily create you own codes for labeling property or advertising.

Here a few internet QR code generators to play with:

QR code.nu

Kaywa

(Thanks to blog Rene Plein Air for the links)

2009-12-04T18:22:00.003-05:00

What is this?

2009-07-18T10:11:00.005-04:00

Mercer House, Savannah, Georgia

The Mercer House is a beautiful, antebellum home in Savannah which was painstakingly restored by owner Jim Williams, a locally renowned restorer, antique dealer, and raconteur who is the central character in the book , Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. This house was made famous by the movie rendition of the book which was filmed on location in Savannah. Tours are available of the ground floor which still contains most of the furniture and art seen in the movie. Jim Williams has passed on but the house is still owned and occupied by his family. They must live on the second floor, or at least go off to work each day while the tours are happening. All tourists are gone when occupants return home at five o'clock, I guess. It takes a lot of money to maintain such a property, but still, I am not sure I would want strangers treading on my carpets on a daily basis. Of course, tourists are not allowed to sit down on the furniture or snoop in the 'fridge so I guess the impact is minimal.

God bless you, Mr. Cronkite.

It is aliiiiiive!

2009-01-27T16:41:00.007-05:00

Hey, after a rather longish respite from this posting business I think it is time to add a little note or something. 27.66& decline in readership over the last 30 days, average time on site of 8 seconds. Not too spiffy. I don't think I will get the Pulitzer this year. But I do have loyal readers, I do! Thanks to both of you.

You would think that someone would actually comment on the Blog itself instead of the content as happens sometimes. No one has ever said, "Gee, John, what a dweebish Blog you got there", or "Your blog gave me the strength to return to school and become a Forest Ranger, Thank you for all your inspirational words." Oh well.

Here is a quick drawing made using a water soluable graphite pencil received from an art supply dealer as a free sample. I sent them an e-mail and they sent me a free pencil. Wow.
This is a defunct mexican restaurant in my town in the back part of the Hardware store. Had pretty good food; apparently authentic stuff, not your chain restaurant Tex-Mex fare. Nice green paint job.

2009-01-26T20:01:00.000-05:00

6 x 8 in., watercolor on paper.

Reef

2008-11-16T20:12:00.004-05:00

Reef, 3 x 5 in, Watercolor and Litho gum on glazed white cardboard.

The gum solution is used in lithography to coat aluminum printing plates in order to prevent oxidation after development. The gum is traditionally Gum Arabic but is now only about 5% real gum with the balance being synthetic starches and mysterious chemicals. Mixed with watercolors; the gum makes the paint more viscous and changes the way it blends and scoots around on the cardboard.

windmill

2008-09-21T20:38:00.005-04:00

I am still fooling around with sizes and resolutions for posting
scans of artwork on the web; don't have much experience there.
This is just a little watercolor doodle, about 4 X 5.5 inches on unidentified paper.
Thought I had better put something up or everyone would think I am dead
or something worse, like turned Democrat.

Buggety Boo

2008-08-23T12:12:00.004-04:00

I couldn't resist taking a picture of this unusual looking insect on the back porch . I have never seen one like this before. What is it called? Maybe there is an entymologist amoung us who can say what it is.

And no, I did not squish it.

a little late but needed none the less...

2008-08-15T18:33:00.000-04:00

Cut and Paste from Crunchy Con on Beliefnet

via Morning Coffee

Let's pray for peace on Friday
Thursday August 14, 2008

posted by Rod Dreher @12:26pm

One of Mark Shea's readers, an active-duty soldier, asks that Catholics devote this Friday, the Feast of the Assumption in the Roman Catholic church, to praying for world peace. The reader writes:

What is apparently going on in Russia, Georgia, South Ossetia, and what it about to go on in the Persian Gulf in blockading Iran could indeed lead to a World War One, or more accurately WW-III type conflagration. Although I don't see any evidence of the conspiracy theory "neocon manipulation" leading to the current situation, it is clear that events are unfolding that may be frighteningly irreversible. Call it Lucifer's due diligence.

Through Mark, the reader asks for prayers for world peace this Friday, through the intercession of the Virgin, with special emphasis on the Caucasus and the Middle East. I think it's a great idea. This Friday is the same Marian feast for the Orthodox (we call it the Dormition, and there are some theological differences with Catholics in our understanding of the event in the life of Christ's mother that it commemorates), and if anything we have even more reason to pray for peace, given that the Caucasus war involves hostilities between two Orthodox Christian countries.

I would like to invite all our readers -- Catholic, Orthodox, Protestant and non-Christian -- to join together tomorrow to pray, in whatever way you pray, for the peace of the world. Please pass this on to your prayer chains, post to your blogs, get the word out some kind of way. I think our soldiers in the war zones -- I'm thinking of you especially, Another Believer -- would particularly appreciate it.

Author of Popular Blog Stricken

2008-08-05T22:57:00.011-04:00

Readers, some of you are familiar with the Blog Glory To God For All Things authored by Fr. Stephen Freeman. Father Stephen is Rector of St. Anne's Orthodox Church in Oak Ridge, TN, Dean of the OCA's Appalachian Deanery, and is a precious friend, mentor and spiritual father to many.

Fr. Stephen had scheduled a vist to St. Athanasius Orthodox Church in Nicholasville, Ky to assist in celebrating the vigil service for the Eve of Feast of the Transfiguration, however, his visit was canceled because he has been stricken suddenly with E-Coli food poisoning and is hospitalized.

This can be a serious illness. Remember Fr. Stephen in your prayers.

You emulated the Merciful One,
and received from Him the grace of healing,
Passion-bearer and healer Panteleimon;
by your prayers, heal our spiritual diseases
and continually drive away the temptations
of the enemy from those who cry out in faith
"Save us, O Lord."

El dolor del widget

2008-07-31T22:16:00.006-04:00

You may have noticed the Spanish language Word of the Day widget sidebar. It was working fine and now it is not. The source website is up and running. I deleted and re-embeded the widget and still no words. The demo widget on the originating website isn't working either. Maybe they ran out of words. By the time I get this note up, the thing may be running.

How many words are their in the Spanish Language anyway?
In English?

Click on the widget title for the link to the Spanish teaching/translating website. I love the computer-generated voice thingey that pronounces the words for you. Sounds like Ricardo Montalban after a 3 martini lunch,

who by the way, was a Mexican, not a Spaniard, and is now deceased, God rest him. 1-2009

W. goes to Washington

2008-07-31T21:47:00.004-04:00

Golly Gee, Beaver! This man makes
Bill Clinton look like a Rhodes Scholar!

AND NOW

2008-07-07T22:23:00.003-04:00

June 2008

The view along Marktstrasse in downtown Remagen as it is now. The Ludendorff bridge is long gone and the town remains a beautiful village on the banks of the Rhine. Many of the old buildings still stand and the town is a pleasant place to pass an afternoon in a bistro overlooking the river as you watch the cruise ships pass by.

THEN

2008-07-07T22:09:00.003-04:00

March 7, 1945

Soldiers of the 9th armored Infantry rush through the town of Remagen on the west bank of the Rhine river as they dash to seize the Ludendorff railway bridge; the last intact bridge over the Rhine. Capture of the bridge and the establishment of a bridgehead on the east bank of the river was a significant achievement enabling the subsequent encirclement of the Ruhr valley and capture of approximately 300,000 German soldiers. The war was almost over.

What is wrong with this picture?

2008-07-06T19:52:00.003-04:00

I just noticed something in the picture posted yesterday that I hadn't notice before; something is significantly not as it should be in that photo. Can you spot it? Those of you with military service under your belt will get it right away.

Happy Birthday, Papa

2008-07-05T00:46:00.004-04:00

Somewhere in Germany, 1945

Robert Lloyd Mize
July 5, 1922 - March 11, 1988

Europa and The Second Amendment

2008-06-29T20:25:00.006-04:00

As you can surmise from the photographs recently posted I was given a week in Germany on a “business trip”. I spent one day at the world’s largest printing trade show, DRUPA, in Dusseldorf, and the rest of the week goofing around and doing what Ugly Americans do best, that is, gawking, murdering the language, and taking lots of snap-shots.

We landed in Frankfurt and made our way up the Rhine valley, visiting Rudesheim, Remagen, Coln, Dusseldorf, Minden, Rothensburg, and Heidelberg before heading back to Frankfurt just in time to catch the plane back to the promised land. One week isn’t enough time to do anything but get a vague sample of what a Country really is like, but first impressions are important and mine were very positive. I found Germany to be absolutely beautiful, clean, well maintained, friendly, and yes, the beer is better. The money is prettier than ours and worth more too. I guess the almighty super-power greenback isn’t what it used to be.

One of the striking differences from the USA that I noticed is the attitude towards energy conservation. Instead of whining about their God given right to be wasteful, Europe has apparently gotten on the Green bandwagon a long time ago and shows a great deal of progress in the effort to reduce the consumption of energy and natural resources.

The photo is one of those high-tech electricity generating windmill which is still somewhat of a rarity in the US. In the highlands of central Germany we passed miles and miles of these windmill farms stretching as far as the eye could see. They produce electricity without creating any pollution by using one of the cheapest and most renewable natural resources I can think of: wind. The downside is the intrusion on agricultural land, the tremendous expense of erecting these monsters, and the constant noise pollution of the gentle whoomp-whoomp-whoomp of the rotating blades. Visual pollution is another issue. Once you get used to seeing these things I would not really say that they harm the visual beauty of the country side. Just different, not ugly. Kinda like some conceptual art installation piece on a very large scale that doesn’t ever go away.

Conservation measures are common-place. Gasoline is very expensive and small efficient automobiles are the norm. There are still lots of big black BMWs and SAABs roaring down the autobahn at 160 Kilometers per hour, but I guess that is for the well heeled elite that can afford to do so. Bicycles abound, and, gee whiz, it looked like people actually walked a lot in the cities! Instead of driving they take advantage of the well developed train system, and the electric trams in the cities and then walk some. Novel idea. Must be why we saw very few pudgy folks out and about. Maybe all the fat ones stay home.

The hotel corridors were usually pitch black when you went up to your room. The lights came on with motion activated switches or you had to turn them on yourself. We found early on that the lights in the rooms would not stay on longer than one minute unless you inserted your electronic door key-card in the main light switch by the door. Without it the lights will not work. Unless your are just plain dullwitted, you won’t walk out and leave the lights on behind you!

Toilets were all water-saver models, much like the water-saver models mandated for all new construction in the US. The only difference is that they seem to work. Most toilets even had a “big flush” button and a “little flush” button. We figured that out real quick. I didn’t fall off the turnip truck yesterday, you know.

Looks like the good old U.S. of A. could take some energy conservation lessons from Europeans. I hope so.

Oh, and about that Second Amendment thing, They aint got one.

Auf Wiedersehen.

In the Dom

2008-06-21T23:11:00.000-04:00

Cologne

Rothenberg

2008-06-20T06:29:00.004-04:00

We aint in kansas any more, is we?

Hidden Heidelberg

2008-06-20T06:23:00.000-04:00

Guten tag, mein freud

2008-06-15T20:58:00.005-04:00

Eine tasse cafe? Ja, sehr gut!

UFO

2008-05-31T19:14:00.004-04:00

Unidentified Flowering Object

Blackberry Winter

2008-05-29T21:03:00.004-04:00

Oh my goodness!
What a difference a year can make
Dry, shriveled buds have been supplanted by
opulent blossoms and the promise of a
bumper crop of plain old wild blackberries;
ever so good for cannin' , pie makin',
and eatin' on vanilla ice cream
after supper sitting on the backporch
watching the sun go down
Everything
is green
and growing
The grass is rubbing
the cow's bellies as they graze.
The crickets and cicadas
sing their songs of joy.
Life is good.

2008-04-26T15:05:00.002-04:00

Somewhere in France

Epitaphios

2008-04-26T14:58:00.007-04:00

The noble Joseph, when he had taken

down Your most pure Body from the Tree,

wrapped it in fine linen and anointed it

with spices, and placed it in a new tomb.

Favorites Quiz

2008-04-17T22:16:00.010-04:00

Here is an interesting Quiz from blog MORNING COFFEE.

Here goes:

A) FOUR PLACES I GO OVER AND OVER:

Sleep, work, church, did I say work?

B) FOUR PEOPLE WHO ENCOURAGED MY FAITH ALONG THE WAY:

Thomas Merton, an anonymous 14th century monk, Ronald Reagan,
and a young Episcopal Curate.

C) FOUR OF MY FAVORITE FOODS:

Ice cream, rice, peanut butter, sweet 'taters.

D) FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:

Piney woods on a crisp fall day, sleeping in a grand hotel,
The good ship lollipop (complete with cute, happy music)
and of course, the right-hand line to the way out.

E) FOUR MOVIES I WOULD WATCH OVER AND OVER:

Apocalypse Now, Last of the Mohicans, Any Clint Eastwood cowboy
movie, The shootist (John Wayne's last movie, I think)

F) FOUR THINGS I LIKE ABOUT THE ORTHODOX CHURCH:

Continuity, Acapella hymnody, the primacy of prayer,
and a proper respect for the holy mysteries.

G) FOUR OF MY FAVORITE HOBBIES:

Net Surfing (maybe thats not a hobby, just a time-waster), art,
shooting, reading the Old Testament.

2008-04-06T20:58:00.003-04:00

Charleton Heston
1924 - 2008

Vechnaya Pamyat!

Sky

2008-04-05T19:30:00.004-04:00

An imaginary sky over imaginary mountains.

Picture for Chris

2008-03-26T21:28:00.002-04:00

I luv Amerika!

2008-03-13T20:32:00.003-04:00

The Legislature of the Commonwealth of Ky is in the process of passing legislation making cruelty to a dog or cat a felony crime instead of a misdemeanor as it is now. Hmm.

No one seems to be able to explain why the bill specifies dogs and cats. Someone from some society or such was quoted in the paper mumbling platitudes about how much we love our pets. Thats good to know. If I stab my dog with a pointey stick I can be thrown in the gaol, but if I slap a possum to death with a tire iron its not cruel?

I guess this makes sense in a nation where the very people who leave bequests to dog pounds and humane societies are loath to walk across the street to help a sticken derelict.

What part of "Waterboarding is torture" do you not understand?

Did you know?

2008-03-13T20:28:00.003-04:00

George W. Bush

is

a

reptilian

shape

shifter.

Fruitorium Rotunda

2007-12-31T19:36:00.000-05:00

See Poll at right.

Art Journal

2007-12-31T19:20:00.000-05:00

It always amazes me what you can find on the internet. One thing leads to another and pretty soon you aren’t surfing in Kansas any more but are snooping around someone’s collection of Victorian fire screens and hair receivers. And it proves the point that no matter what my wrinkled grey matter can come up with, someone, somewhere has thought of it before, and, in this age, probably has a blog or a web site on the subject. The spectrum of subjects that people collect, study, obsess and blog about is dazzling. If the mind of man can conceive it, some one has blogged it. That can be a good thing, but it also can be not-so-good. You find the sublime, the spiritual, the most noble aspects of God’s finest creation on one hand, and on the other just the opposite. Plenty of material to prove the axiom that, “People will do anything for money”.

One aspect that impresses me is not only does the subject exist in a blog, but that the delivery is done so very well in many cases. People put hours and hours into their special interest blogs with lots of photographs, text, links, graphics etc. The level of expertise is astounding (At least it is to me, the pre-computer generation).

The subject matter is endless. Pencil collecting. Fountain Pens. Old tools. Hairbrushes. Militaria. Genealogy. Antique bicycles. I found a web site about Intentionally Hidden Old Clothing. Some of the most confounding pages are the professional/technical/academic sites that communicate something very specific and meaningful only to their own kind. Kinda like you gotta speekee the language before it makes any sense.

There is a lot of interest in notebooks, journals, art journals and the like. Expensive notebooks seem to be necessary for journaling, and that art-journaling thing: More than a sketch-book; a graphic journal of one’s life; A diary for the eyes. All sorts of media are used for collage, drawing, calligraphy, painting all in a book form. A private world of art! Some are beautiful, all are interesting. People are not shy about sharing them either. Next time you want something interesting to look at, find some art journals on the web.

The Burning Babe

2007-12-25T11:50:00.000-05:00

AS I in hoary winter's night

Stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised I was with sudden heat
Which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye
To view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright
Did in the air appear;
Who, scorched with excessive heat,
Such floods of tears did shed,
As though his floods should quench his flames,
Which with his tears were bred:
"Alas!" quoth He, "but newly born
In firey heats I fry,
Yet none approach to warm their hearts
or feel my fire but I!"

"My faultless breast the furnace is;
The fuel, wounding thorns;
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke;
The ashes, shames and scorns;
The fuel Justice layeth on,
And Mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought
Are men's defiled souls:
For which, as now on fire I am
To work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath,
To wash them in my blood."
With this he vanish'd out of sight
And swiftly shrunk away,
And straight I called unto mind
That it was Christmas Day.

Robert Southwell, 1561-1595
English Roman Catholic Priest, scholar and poet
Martyred for the Faith

Christ is born! Glorify Him!

Merry Christmas to All!

Holiday Morning

2007-12-21T23:13:00.001-05:00

Adoration of the Magi, Pieter Aertsen, C. 1560

I read an article about the continuing discussion of the use of the seasonal greeting “Happy Holidays” instead of the traditional English “Merry Christmas”. The company which owns Banana Republic, Old Navy and The Gap is one of the major retailing chains instructing its employees to wish customers “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas” for fear of offending someone. One print advertising piece mentioned, “The perfect gift to open on Holiday Morning”! Golly Gee.

Apparently the politically correct bean-counters that run this outfit believe that sales would be lost if some clerk in some store in some mall somewhere in the United States spoke those cheerful words, “Merry Christmas!” to a customer. They gauge the threat of a lawsuit to be significant enough to warrant not taking the chance. Given the fact that the courts in our country are known for entertaining ridiculous and frivolous lawsuits based upon imagined slights, the businessmen may have a point, albeit, a slight one.

Not being a lawyer or an accountant I know I am not qualified to plumb the depths of the sophisticated thinking that gives rise to this phenomenon, but all this hub-bub strikes me as queer indeed considering that many retailers in America rely on the Christmas shopping season for a large portion of their annual sales revenue. If it wasn’t for Christmas shopping a lot of these shoppers would not be shopping at all. The truth is that retailers do everything they can to encourage people to spend ridiculous amounts of money for Christmas shopping while pretending it is not “Christmas shopping”; it is “Holiday Shopping”. “Holiday” as in the observance of the winter solstice, Saturnalia, Yule, and the re-birth of Mithra. If they had their way, the word “Christmas” would be removed from our vocabulary altogether, the entire month of December turned into one unbroken orgy of spending insanity, and malls decorated as temples for the worship of consumerism.

However, even in our dumbed-down society, everyone knows that Christmas is the Christian Feast in celebration and remembrance of the birth of the Christ child, Emanuel, God incarnate in the flesh. You can debate whether or not the U.S.A. is a “Christian” country all you want, but the point remains that Christmas is deeply embedded in our culture and our national psyche and no amount of fiddling around with it by merchants will change things. Its all about the baby Jesus. Christmas is here to stay, and I say to them, “keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine”.

“And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless us, Every One!”

St. Nicholas of Myra

2007-12-02T17:03:00.000-05:00

St Nicholas the Wonderworker and Archbishop of Myra in Lycia

Troparion - Tone 4

In truth you were revealed to your flock as a
rule of faith, an image of humility and a
teacher of abstinence; your humility
exalted you; your poverty enriched you.
Hierarch Father Nicholas,
entreat Christ our God that
our souls may be saved.

Santa Klaus, Old Saint Nick, Kris Kringle, Papa Noel, Father Christmas, call him what you will, the legendary man of mirth and abundant gifts, has his origin in a very real person. Each year, on December 6, Christians around the world remember this man of faith for his acts of selfless giving and love and his abiding dedication to the cause of Christ during very trying times. Over the centuries, especially in the west, St. Nicholas has become associated with the Feast of the Nativity, Christmas, because of the custom of observing the Feast by the giving presents in imitation of the gifts given by the Magi to the Christ child in Bethlehem. The good Bishop became renown during his lifetime for his own gifts to the poor and needy of his flock and after his passing the legend grew until he became a part Christmastide celebration. The next time you put on the red suit and say, "Ho Ho Ho", consider who you are remembering.

You can read more about the real Saint Nick at:

http://www.reasonfortheseason.com/realsanta.html

Cold Turkey

2007-11-22T12:26:00.000-05:00

Happy Thanksgiving!

French Window

2007-11-18T19:26:00.001-05:00

Watercolor on paper with ink; 8 x 11 in.

Beautiful Morning

2007-11-03T10:34:00.000-04:00

Hoar Frost

Lithgow Blast Furnace

2007-11-02T21:06:00.000-04:00

Ruin of Australia's first iron smelting facility which
operated from 1886 to 1928 and was the site of the
first iron and the first steel production in Australia.
The site is now a historical park.

Bumph is an interesting word.

2007-10-28T09:08:00.000-04:00

Google Analytics has its uses. Google , who owns Blogger now, provides a nifty plug-in that tracks visits to the blog and examines them by geographic origin, frequency etc. It tells me that if you don't post anything new your visits drop to almost nothing. Loyal readers lose interest if there is nothing new to read. I wouldn't blame them.

Well, what if there is not any great thought, any new pithy observation to make? Should I become some wiley adman always seeking some new twist, some new angle in order to capture and retain "market share" in blogdom? Lucky for me I am not selling anything. If I was, this Blog would be bankrupt.

Nothing is happening. I read more of the same in the paper every day. Business as usual in Lexington. UK wants a new basketball area so the city is discussing building one for them. Such a good deal for UK and totally anomalous for Universities in general. There are only a few Universities in the country who play in municipal facilities and not on-campus. Get this deal: The city will spend hundreds of millions of dollars to build a new luxury basketball arena and fund it buy laying another illegal and onerous tax on business. UK leases it for a handsome monthly fee. Its expensive, but UK wouldn't pay the taxes on the property or pay for maintenance or repair, won't have to fix the parking lot or provide traffic control or security or worry about concessions or cleaning up after the big game. Its a wonderful way to run a professional basketball program and continue to pretend it is a collegiate team. Business as usual.

Of course, there is the usual daily fare, not nearly as interesting as Basketball. Just another story about some moron beating a baby to death in a squalid apartment while Mama was out trying to score a rock with the welfare money. No big deal; this only happens once a month or so.

After the torrential rains last week, drought imposed water usage restrictions are lifted so the city can now rejoice. Developers can water the sod with impunity and suburbanites can wash the leased Beemer all they want now. Fall looks like it is finally a coomin' in and the change has been hell on these bones of mine. The last couple of days have been rough; I feel like I have the bends. Things hurt all over and what is it with the knees and elbows? Does arthritis make your hands tingle?

But the sun is out at last. Our Moron in Chief has got the hots for dropping the big one on Teheran and the Beast continues to slouch towards Bethlehem, or is it Baghdad?

Have a NICE day. We appreciate ye.

...To whom much is given...

2007-10-21T17:23:00.000-04:00

...much is expected. Well, I have a lot to do and thus have spent little time, obviously, thinking abut Blogging. This isn't easy; I'm not the sort to sit down and pound out 300 significant words every evening while watching the news. Sometimes a person doesn't have anything to say, or cannot find a way to express what they do have to say, and thus leaves it unsaid, which is usually the best. Always a day late and a dollar short, or these days, 4 or 5 dollars short, I have to put Blogging at the bottom of the list of things to do.

For what it is worth, I did find out today that Bulgarian Priests do liturgy a little different than Russian Priests. Nothing important, but the variation of little details of gesture and movement are interesting. Proves the point that, contrary to what some would say, you will not go to H -E - Double hockey sticks if the Priest waves his hand one way instead of the other way.

Words have meaning.

2007-10-03T19:00:00.000-04:00

Words have meaning. Communication. Intelligence. Signification. Symbolic logic verbally communicated.

We are surrounded with words from television, words from radios and satellites, CDs and MP3s, and the babble of the madding crowd. Thousands of words assault us every day from speakers and screens and from the mouths of other people. We hear words in music videos and "reality shows" (which are mostly not-real), in magazines, books, bill boards and bumper stickers. A great deal of what you read/hear is carefully groomed by marketing devils to convey a particular message or nuance of meaning. They cannot be relied on. A lot of these words you hear/read are half true; some are patently false designed to manipulate opinion and position. They convey bad messages and generally teach that what you say doesn't matter. You can say anything you want to. No worries, mate.

But...Our Words do have meaning and are not spoken in a vacuum. Words convey intention, fact, mood, belief. If you say something it means something. It might mean you are stupid, or that you are a jerk, or it might mean you are a liar, but it will mean something, even if it is only negative testimony to your character or veracity. Words can hurt, end relationships, lose jobs, lower grades, alienate others, land your butt in Gaol and generally make a mess of things. Once spoken, words cannot be called back. I wonder how many millions of times someone has said, "Gee, I wish I hadn't said that"? Freedom of expression is not a license to babble without consequence. The sooner someone learns this the better off they will be.

Look Familiar?

2007-09-07T22:23:00.000-04:00

Three Things

2007-09-07T22:06:00.001-04:00

One of the most satisfactory aspects of my otherwise lackluster life is that of Parenthood. My wife has said that no one ever really "grows up" until they have children and I think she may be right.There is nothing like holding the security and wellness of another human being in your hands, literally, and knowing that it is your job to nurture and protect this person. This realization will help you get your priorities sorted out real fast! Or, at least it should.

Like every parent, I vowed like I would be the BEST parent there ever was. And of course I was wrong. I wasn't a perfect parent, not even a merely adequate parent, at times, but I always worked at it. Witnessing so many kids who seem to have no sense of self identity or place in the world, just a whiney, spoiled, "I am the center of the universe" perspective on life, I wanted my son to be a thoughtful man of good character who could look around in confidence and see where he was and who he is. So I boiled it down to a simple set of three axioms. Ethics, morality, spiritual insight are all informative platforms from which we operate in the complexity of the world, but my three axioms are bedrock principles of reality. Once you get this nailed down all else will come a little easier.

Recently during an conversation with my son about something or other I commented on the pointed focus of his remarks. He said, "Well, Dad, you're the one that taught me to think analytically". I didn't know I had, but I guess I did. I did the best I could. My son is a solid, stable man now who is building a life of his own now. He is a good man. I am proud of him. I thank God for him.

3 Things

Words have meaning.

Actions have consequences.

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Think about it.

Little Abandoned Church

2007-08-28T23:04:00.001-04:00

The Eyes Have It

2007-08-16T21:10:00.001-04:00

"The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light."
Matthew 19:24

Eyes are important. All the complexity of the created world and the works of man are apprehended through the eye. The eye can speak of our emotions and the condition of our spirit when the tongue is still. Through the eye we appreciate beautiful art, lovers, sunsets and flowers as well as ugliness and sorrow. The eye is a priceless part of our day-to-day lives, our work and our play. Just as we have physical eyes for the perception of physical reality, we also have spiritual eyes. The eye may be the window of the soul, but the spiritual eye is the soul itself. Through that eye we comprehend the truth and presence of another reality, unseen by most of us, yet just as real, perhaps more real. As the Apostles Peter, John and James were given a glimpse on Mount Tabor of Christ as he truly is, bathed in the uncreated light of God, so also our spiritual eye will see things as they truly are. All light.

2007-08-10T16:39:00.001-04:00

Chrysler Imperial, '63

A fine automobile in it's day, This massive touring car had the optional fold-out jump seat in the back seat, very plush upholstery and all the chrome knobs and doo-dads one could want inside a car. Even A/C. The massive 8 cyl. Hemi engine could still be restored by someone with enough knowlege and love to do so. Most of the usable body parts like the headlamp assemblies have been stripped for use on another auto. At least the salvaged parts will live on in a restored vehicle. Vandals have finished this project.
The back seat is full of beer bottles and the odor of rotting fabric and alley cat is not pleasant.

Somebody call a wrecker!

i.e.d.

2007-08-05T14:34:00.000-04:00

that awful sound

beside the road

that piece of rock you cannot know

beside the road disguised as ground

the turban grins and hunkers down

the dervish twirls, spits and spins

the rag head thrusts the button in

the damn thing blew

the hummer flew

son of a bitch took my leg

Blogophobia

2007-08-04T22:15:00.000-04:00

Strange as it may seem, I have many misgivings about this Blog stuff. Looking over all the blogs on the 'net, thousands of them, I see that they range from the most professional, commercialized, purpose-drives efforts to salacious, amateurish drivel....And everything in between. I have no intention of publishing a nekkid picture of my wife, or pix of my family vacation or granny on the tractor. I do hope, however, to make a few comments and observations that might be thought provoking or entertaining. I hope to be interesting. I am afraid of being less than discrete. After all, if you are going to blast friends, family, employer etc. you need to stay somewhat anonymous. Politics is another matter and one of these days I will get my body-politic soap box out. There is so much political blather out there that no one gives a hairy rats ass anyway. But, after 4 weeks there are exactly zero comments. Either the software she is a broken, or no one has read the stuff. At least one comment in deep sympathy for my bad grammer would be OK.

F-600

2007-07-31T21:58:00.000-04:00

R.I.P.

Ding Dong! The Drought is Gone!

2007-07-31T21:34:00.000-04:00

Summer thunderstorms being thunder showers and the rain that fell this past week was a real relief for drought stricken Central Kentucky. We have had about 3 inches in the last 10 days and things are looking up! The moisture is not enough to officially end the drought, but the gap is closing. It was sufficient to to reprieve a passal of cantalopes from an unsatisfactory end. The grass in the yard is starting to grow a bit and the weeds in the garden have really taken off. The ground was too muddy to hoe for several days and now the weeds have the upper hand, but not for long. It is a never ending battle. I picked the first cantalope (muskmelon, really) tonight and ate it hastily in an of orgy of melon consumption. Fresh off the vine, fruit of the earth, Gods Bounty.

Gardening is a love-hate thing with me. It can be wearisome keeping the weeds at bay and seeing your produce being nibble to death by deer and rabbits. It is a joyful thing to get hands in the good earth and feel its warmth in the spring after a long winter. Its good to get your feet dirty and your hands filthy and the soil packed under your fingernails and ground into your jeans. God's goodness is in the ground. I can smell it.

The tender sprouts come up just when you thing nothing is going to happen. The tiny plants wait and wait and then explode in growth spurt that is amazing. All the viney stuff does this; cantalopes, watermelons, squash of various kinds, and pumpkins. My favorite, pumpkins. Great huge leaves and great grasping, muscular vines. You can almost see them grow day by day.

And in the fall, God willing and the blight don't come, I will have pumpkins to distribute at work for all the kids. Jack-0-lanterns. That is a lot of fun.

Gainfully Employed

2007-07-27T19:58:00.000-04:00

What a strange day.

Since most workers are restricted to 40 hours per week at my place of employment, many of them were not at work today, Friday, since they already had their 40 "in".Why? Because 40 hours per week is not the norm for this business year in and year out for the last 30 years. People are accustomed to working 50 hours or more, myself included. I coast through the week at 46 or 47 hours and look forward to not working Saturday. You get used to it. Overtime pay is wonderful. But, NOW, with forty and go home a standing order, so people still work 10 and 12 hour days at demanding, stressful, exhausting jobs in a noisy, tense, and potentially dangerous environment. So when the magic number forty rolls around on the old time card, they book on home. Kinda like getting a one day vacation each week.

The trouble is, not all employees can do this. Some, like me, for instance, work under the burden of a constant influx of work and have little lead-time and no possibility of scheduling in advance. You just plunge in and work like the devil as long as you can and then walk off and leave it for the next day. And whether you are allowed to work overtime or not, I still have to field phone calls from clients who are upset that I didnt do yesterday what should have been done the day before that! I still have to stop what I am doing and do some task which has to be done RIGHT NOW since so-and-so promised it.

Sometimes you get things done in a timely manner, sometimes you dont. Lately, the "sometimes you dont" scenario seems to be winning out. Being short handed means that, well, your are er...short handed! Something has to give. And when two people out of a 3 person department don't come in you end up with a one-man-show. Not very effective, but what do I know I've only been doing this sort of work for 30 years. It used to be important to me, but now, Its getting easier and easier to walk off and leave things in a big mess.

My college catalog said my degree program was to prepare me to be "gainfully employed in industry". Humph. Mostly only a little gainful, and a lot painful.

Not So Bad

2007-07-20T22:20:00.000-04:00

In reference to the preceeding Post; The hour on the phone turned into one hour and 20 minutes with a very professional and courteous person who in essence said, "oops!", and made her key-board click and whir while she whittled away at the bogus items on the Consumer Credit Report. Too easy. I was already to quote the Fair Credit Reporting Act and to threaten bring the Attorneys General down on them but it wasn't necessary to do so. Now just to wait for revised report to show up. The proof is in the puddin', as they say, or in this case, in the print-out. The boss didn't even glare at me for staying on the phone for so long.

Big Brother Speaks Up.

2007-07-16T20:48:00.001-04:00

I love computers. Really, I do.

Recently the auto insurance bill came in the mail (insurance is a whole 'nother can of worms which I will not tip this time). My rate went up $200 from last year. They kindly tell me that they have used a Consumer Credit Report to evaluate the probability of my filing an automobile insurance claim. Seems if you are late paying your credit card bill you are at a higher risk for having a fender bender and thus imposing on the financial well being of the insurance company by asking them to pay a claim on the policy you have been paying for 20 years.

They also kindly tell me where I can get a free copy of the credit report used by them to evaluate my worthiness to receive their "best" rate; or in this case, "Not the Best Rate". So, I go there. It is a web site of a company which does not produce credit reports. It is a company which purchases credit reports, apparently mine among others, and sells them to auto insurance companies. THEY kindly supply instructions to request a free copy of the credit report that they purchased from a third party and furnished to my auto insurance company.

I request the report. Three days later I get a letter form the report purchasing folks that they have my request and since they are nice people they do not know who I am or what the report says since they only buy and sell the reports, but do not read them and that the report will be coming along shortly from the folks who really created the consumer credit report.

O.K. Report arrives in a few days. Great I say, very efficient! The system, the powers that be, Deus Ex Machina, etc. seems to be working. Not so.

On this "Credit Report" there are:

17 names listed as information sources: I am only one of them.

21 Addresses listed: Only 2 are places I have lived.

3 "Negatives" listed: I fess up to one. The other two are unknowns.

60 "Accounts in Good Standing": 46 of these are definately not me.

3 social security numbers listed: All three are wrong.

3 phone numbers listed: You can guess. All wrong.

Date of Birth Listed: Wrong again. This is boring.

2 employers listed: Never heard of them.

And, according to a casual survey of all the data contained in the report, one can infer that I have at least 3 wives and have lives in 21 different houses or apartments in 5 states over the last 20 years, and that I have simultaneously held 4 mortgages and 18 credit cards, give or take a few.

Call the "800" number and you get, can you guess? A computer? And a stupid one at that. Go to the dispute website and you get another stupid computer. Beautifully laid out pages that make it easy to dispute any item on the report. Except when you try to do so on most of this stupid report you get a pop-up that says, "NO NO NO! Can't do that here! You must contact us directly".

Great . Just Dandy. There goes another lunch hour talking to some dumshit on the phone.

Gee, I love computers!

Big Brother Gives Permission

2007-07-09T12:52:00.001-04:00

Apparently, it is possible to post to a Blogger Blog by sending a e-mail to your blog. Is this automatic? Is the Blog alive? Worse yet, is it a Corporation with all rights and privileges appertaining thereto?
Can it pay my electric bill for me?

2007-07-06T12:09:00.001-04:00

What is it with the Weather?

2007-07-06T11:56:00.000-04:00

Maybe I am getting old, but I have found myself saying of late, "This summer sure is not like the Summers I remember as a kid".
The wind! The Breeze! Have you noticed? Its been blowing steadily in the Bluegrass for 12 weeks now. Its blowing in the morning, blowing in the evening, and continues all night. A dry, hot breeze that sucks the life out of everything. The humidity is low. I feel like I am in Texas or Arizona or some other dessicated place. The daytime highs are normal, but because of the low humidity, the temperature plummets when the sun goes down; overnight temperatures in the low 60s have been the norm for the past month. Its like being in the desert. It wasn't like this years ago.
When I was a kid there was abundant rain, frequent summer showers and thunder storms. In the last 20 years extended summer dry spells have become the norm. Winters are warmer; snowfall is almost non-existent now. We had a sled when I was a little kid. Dont bother to buy one now. Winter used to start in November, now it starts in late December. Everything is akilter.

First Things

2007-07-05T09:20:00.000-04:00

Thanks be to God for last night's rain. Rained out Fireworks shows were a small price to pay for one inch of life giving rain for a region that has had almost no rain at all for 12 weeks. Rain is taken for granted until there isn't any; then dead and dying crops, withered pastures and usage restrictions remind us just how fragile our ecosystem really is.