Yesterday was my 40th birthday. We celebrated by carting all the cedar for our porch into the house to dry out and warm up in preparation for staining today and tomorrow. Then we watched Elf and Shrek 2. Elf was... not my kind of movie. That's the kindest thing I can say about it. None of it was funny; parts were just painful. Shrek 2 was good. Not as good as the original, but that is probably because the original was so unique at the time that no sequel could measure up. But it was still great, with a lot of laugh-until-you-snort spots. You knew the ending long before the end, but there were still some good twists getting there.
One thing I did notice; I don't know if it was because we have the original on VHS and watched the sequel on DVD, but I could swear the human characters were noticeably more realistic in Shrek 2. I stick by what I said after Shrek came out; within two or three iterations of Moore's law (3 to 5 years), human actors will not be needed, only voice actors. That's not to say that human actors will simply vanish, but they will no longer be necessary, as the audience won't know if they are watching an actor on film or a computer-generated animation. Or some combination, as in The Passion where subtle changes were made to actors' features (eye color being the the most notable; the world has seen enough blue-eyed Jesus's) to make them appear more Semitic. Expect to see more of this. Mark your calendars; by 2010 no one will be able to say for sure if what is on the screen is a film of human actors shot on some location, completely computer-generated animation, or a mix of those two in any imaginable ratio. Just remember, you heard it here first.
I try to not be negative about our public schools mainly because in the past, others have taken what I say as criticism of the students. But things like this just reinforce to me that public education in the United States is doomed. No one in such an environment for eight hours a day, five days a week for twelve years could have any hope of being able to cope in the real world. This is stupidity on stilts. Wearing an earring to school is OK, but putting an earring in while at school gets you a one-year suspension for having a weapon in school. I know our schools are run by emotionally fragile females on Prozac and fag "males," but this is so far over the top I don't think I can imagine myself as part of the same country that allows this crap to go on. Well, in fact, I know that I am not part of same country; I'm not sure I am part of the same planet. The inmates are running the asylum.
Enough.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
I got body-slammed with the flu yesterday. I woke up not feeling too great, but didn't think much of it. I was about half-way to work when it really kicked in. I made it back home in spite of nearly blacking out on M-72, crawled into bed and slept until after 3pm. I was barely able to move the rest of the night. My fever broke around 11pm, so I was able to go to bed and actually sleep. Today I am doing better, but I still skipped out of work. I should be able to do youth group tonight. I only have a slight fever (which is more or less normal for me due to my allergies) and should feel fine once I take a hot shower.
We spent Saturday cleaning out all the junk in the living room so I can set up saw horses and stain the cedar for our deck railing. I have to get that done ASAP as the guys will be here some time in the next week to put up the railing. It will be nice to not have to worry about people falling off our porch.
Sunday was just Sunday; nothing special. Monday I worked on my New Testament Survey class. I'm up to the point of writing my first paper, which I was hoping to do this week, but being out of commission yesterday sort of shot that in the head. I may try to get to it tomorrow, but no guarantees.
John Ashcroft is gone and Arafat is dead. That made my week last week. And it looks like people continue to exit the Bush White House. I haven't been paying close enough attention to say if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Powell was the lone voice against the neocons; having him resign is not a good sign. But at least we got rid of Ashcroft before he declared himself god-emperor of the world.
Anyway, I need to clean up and get ready to head into town.
We spent Saturday cleaning out all the junk in the living room so I can set up saw horses and stain the cedar for our deck railing. I have to get that done ASAP as the guys will be here some time in the next week to put up the railing. It will be nice to not have to worry about people falling off our porch.
Sunday was just Sunday; nothing special. Monday I worked on my New Testament Survey class. I'm up to the point of writing my first paper, which I was hoping to do this week, but being out of commission yesterday sort of shot that in the head. I may try to get to it tomorrow, but no guarantees.
John Ashcroft is gone and Arafat is dead. That made my week last week. And it looks like people continue to exit the Bush White House. I haven't been paying close enough attention to say if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Powell was the lone voice against the neocons; having him resign is not a good sign. But at least we got rid of Ashcroft before he declared himself god-emperor of the world.
Anyway, I need to clean up and get ready to head into town.
Friday, November 12, 2004
As if I didn't hit everyone with enough reading material for today, here is some more on the gay marriage issue. This has been my position all along. There were people back in the 1850's that said it was a bad idea to give control of marriage over to the government. The situation we are facing right now is exactly why. Instead of trying to use the same mechanism that wrecked both the family and our schools to solve the problems it created, it is well past time for churches to again take control of marriage and the family to take control of education.
Yesterday ended up being house organizing day. Since we moved into the house in January, we have had a lot of stuff just piled in the middle of the floor because there isn't any other place for it. We finally have all our book shelves in the house, so we cleaned, polished and started filling them up. The first thing I noticed is that we don't have enough of them. Two are almost completely filled with video tapes and DVD's. We are gradually replacing VHS tapes with DVD's which take up a lot less space, especially when you are dealing with collections. I can free up almost two full shelves just by getting Babylon 5 on DVD and selling the VHS tapes on E-Bay. There are some other tapes that I probably won't bother replacing with DVD's, but I'd like to transfer them to Divx or some other digital medium. That shouldn't be hard; there are numerous devices out there to hang off a USB port to do that with. In the meantime, between videos and CD's, we only have a bookshelf and a half for actual books. There are several boxes of those waiting for a home. The bottom line is that we lost track of time and didn't get to bed until well after midnight.
Got a late start this morning, obviously. Debbie met me at Ruby Tuesday's for dinner. I picked up a cheap PC from work; not too bad of a deal. It only has an 18G hard drive and 128M of RAM, so both of those will get upgraded. But I basically got a 1.6GHz P4, monitor, keyboard, and mouse for $150. I should be able to put some new parts into it, load it with Xandros and use it as a file server.
Tonight is budget night, so I have to go wrestle with Mamon.
For your edification:
From Jerry Pournelle's site:
One thing about Jerry's writting; I always have to spend two days chasing down all the historical references through Google.
And a case of credentialling gone wild. People worship paper, yet most of it is meaninless.
And I really have to go now.
Got a late start this morning, obviously. Debbie met me at Ruby Tuesday's for dinner. I picked up a cheap PC from work; not too bad of a deal. It only has an 18G hard drive and 128M of RAM, so both of those will get upgraded. But I basically got a 1.6GHz P4, monitor, keyboard, and mouse for $150. I should be able to put some new parts into it, load it with Xandros and use it as a file server.
Tonight is budget night, so I have to go wrestle with Mamon.
For your edification:
From Jerry Pournelle's site:
The Marines are now doing what I thought they would do last April after the first uprising. It is unfortunate for everyone that they were called off before finishing the job last time. What we in the West think of as being reasonable is seen in the Middle East as weakness. I will still make the case that we ought not be in Iraq in the first place, but I think it is clear that, given we are there, we must not leave until we have thoroughly demonstrated to any nation thinking about harboring our enemies that this is not a good idea.
The entire notion of International Law -- it is probably better described as The Law of Nations -- was built around what was, when Grotius first proposed it in the early 1600's, a fairly novel idea: sovereignty. The notion of sovereignty had to be developed because prior to the Treaty of Westphalia in 1648 -- a treaty based in large part on Grotius' ideas even though he didn't quite live to see it -- the prevailing theory was more internationalist in scope, with adherents of the Papacy and Christendom on the one hand, and of a revival of the Roman Empire on the other, and during Grotius' lifetime at least, the Holy Roman Empire trying to be the embodiment of both.
International Law tried to deal with facts on the ground, in the modern terminology: there was no international enforcement mechanism, and there was no longer any international body to which all the Western nations -- the others didn't really count -- owed allegiance. The King of France was pretty well sovereign in his own domains, as was the King of England. The exact status of the different parts of Germany and the Holy Roman Empire were another matter. Note that the Papacy denounced the Treaty of Westphalia as utterly void, since it ended, even in theory, the notion of Papal supremacy over the Christian world. Note also that the United Nations pretends to the kind of suzerainty over the world that the Pope once claimed. Papal suzerainty ended at Lutzen when Gustavus Adolfus of Sweden showed that there was more than one Great Power, and the German states were not all subject to either Pope or Emperor. Had the Empire won, it would have stood to the Papacy as the United States does to the United Nations: a superpower able to enforce its will on much of the world, but subject to the Pope only in voluntary submission.
I bring all this up because the world is in much the same condition now as it was during the Thirty Years War. Calvinists in that time used the notion of Sovereignty to imprison or execute people like Grotius who believed in free _expression. Sovereignty allowed repressive regimes, and gave them a legal status, which both Catholics and Protestants were quick to make use of. The year 1648 is one of those dates to remember: not only did the Treaty of Westphalia change Europe forever (one of Hitler's avowed goals was to reverse that treaty) but the English killed their king and brought in Puritan rule to abolish Christmas and make Merrie England somber and pure. (Charles I was executed in January of what we now consider the year 1649, but in those times the year did not end on 31 December).
The world is now larger than Europe, and the United Nations isn't united as the Papacy had been. There is no universal agreement on anything including the status of women. The United States has explicitly repudiated the notion of sovereignty as regards nations that sponsor terrorism and harbor terrorist enemies of the West. The United Nations doesn't recognize that right.
Should we think of the US as Sweden had Gustavus Adolfus lived? Incidentally, it was Gustavus genius minister Oxenstern who appointed Grotius as Sweden's ambassador, in which guise he took part in negotiations that led to the Treaty of Westphalia.
And that's quite enough rambling. I am sure there are many holes in the above, which is merely a draft of speculative thoughts. I'll leave it as an example, although I am not quite sure of what. But to come back to the beginning, the US Marines are about to end the insurgency in Fallujah. The demonstration of what happens to those who sufficiently annoy the United States continues. It is not pretty, and many innocents will be killed; but then many innocents die when the terrorists do their work. I would have conducted the war on terror quite differently from President Bush, but given that we are in Iraq we have few choices now. This should have been done earlier. Better late than never.
One thing about Jerry's writting; I always have to spend two days chasing down all the historical references through Google.
And a case of credentialling gone wild. People worship paper, yet most of it is meaninless.
And I really have to go now.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
I'm working from home with an internet connection that is bouncing up and down like a yo-yo. I need to call these guys and find out what the problem is.
I found an article from England that discusses something that has always puzzled me. Why do "poor" people (Can obese people with homes, cars, indoor plumbing, TV's, refrigerators, video game consoles, $200 shoes, etc. really be called poor?) in the Western world throw trash everywhere? What does being poor have to do with being a slob? The author makes the differentiation between poverty and squalor. That certainly fits around here. There are a number of properties around us that are nothing but garbage dumps, yet the families buy two or three new snowmobiles every year.
I know I said enough of the election stuff, but here are a couple more articles that somebody ought to be thinking about. The first article discusses how we choose our presidents since the advent of TV campaigns. I'll give you a hint: it has nothing to do with ideology or policy.
The second article is by someone I have not run across before, but may end up on my list of frequented sites. Bruce Bethke discusses the seven lessons that Democrats should learn from the presidential election. Note I said "should;" they won't. That is particularly true of Lesson 6. The Democratic party is owned heart and soul by the Roe v. Wade crowd, which means that the Democratic party is taking itself out of the gene pool. Compare the family size in a typical evangelical church (at least 2 children per couple with 4 or 5 not being uncommon) with the family size of a typical member of NOW. The evangelicals are simply out-breeding the radical liberals. Note this is also true for blacks; unless whites start having larger families, whites will become the minority group. Hispanics are gaining on blacks as the largest minority (and in fact may have already passed them) with a two-pronged approach; breeding and immigration. It is interesting to note that while both of these groups are typically thought of as Democratic voters, both groups are over-whelmingly opposed to abortion. Will they switch to the Republicans or will they eventually swing to one of the third parties or form their own?
Well, I need to get to work.
I found an article from England that discusses something that has always puzzled me. Why do "poor" people (Can obese people with homes, cars, indoor plumbing, TV's, refrigerators, video game consoles, $200 shoes, etc. really be called poor?) in the Western world throw trash everywhere? What does being poor have to do with being a slob? The author makes the differentiation between poverty and squalor. That certainly fits around here. There are a number of properties around us that are nothing but garbage dumps, yet the families buy two or three new snowmobiles every year.
I know I said enough of the election stuff, but here are a couple more articles that somebody ought to be thinking about. The first article discusses how we choose our presidents since the advent of TV campaigns. I'll give you a hint: it has nothing to do with ideology or policy.
The second article is by someone I have not run across before, but may end up on my list of frequented sites. Bruce Bethke discusses the seven lessons that Democrats should learn from the presidential election. Note I said "should;" they won't. That is particularly true of Lesson 6. The Democratic party is owned heart and soul by the Roe v. Wade crowd, which means that the Democratic party is taking itself out of the gene pool. Compare the family size in a typical evangelical church (at least 2 children per couple with 4 or 5 not being uncommon) with the family size of a typical member of NOW. The evangelicals are simply out-breeding the radical liberals. Note this is also true for blacks; unless whites start having larger families, whites will become the minority group. Hispanics are gaining on blacks as the largest minority (and in fact may have already passed them) with a two-pronged approach; breeding and immigration. It is interesting to note that while both of these groups are typically thought of as Democratic voters, both groups are over-whelmingly opposed to abortion. Will they switch to the Republicans or will they eventually swing to one of the third parties or form their own?
Well, I need to get to work.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Not much to report today. I'm working at a little homework and thinking about what I am going to teach tomorrow. I may start on another video series. I'm certain the kids are tired of hearing me blab. It will be a bit of a break for me as well.
So our boring life is pretty boring. So boring, I was reading two-year-old columns over at Fred Reed's web site. There was one that caught my eye: the best line is "...I can't think of a better authority on children than 12,000 squalling lesbians who don't have any..." Love it.
That's pretty much it. The weather is still holding; no accumulated white stuff although it has tried on occasion over the last couple of days.
So our boring life is pretty boring. So boring, I was reading two-year-old columns over at Fred Reed's web site. There was one that caught my eye: the best line is "...I can't think of a better authority on children than 12,000 squalling lesbians who don't have any..." Love it.
That's pretty much it. The weather is still holding; no accumulated white stuff although it has tried on occasion over the last couple of days.
Monday, November 08, 2004
We survived my parents' 50th anniversary party Saturday. Barely. Friday, I decided there was just too much to do, so I took a half-day off work and Debbie, our Pastor's wife, and myself got the bulk of things set up Friday. Saturday, I was at the church before 8am directing traffic from the Iceman bike race. What was nice was that because I bothered to talk to the parking lot attendants at the middle and high schools, as soon as their lots were full, they came and parked cars in our lot so I could go inside and take care of things for the party. That was a huge relief for me, because the last heats of the race left about a half hour before the party started. The parking thing wasn't a problem at all; there was plenty of space left for all the people we had show up.
The party itself was just a blur. Lots of running around, trying to talk to people that we hadn't seen in years in some cases, keeping food flowing and all that. I got to play MC, which I hate doing, but it wasn't like anyone else in my family was going to grab a mic and start talking in front of 100 or so people. The music went well; one of the ladies from the church sang a song my mom likes, I sang two songs in a trio with two other guys from the church that I've sang with before, and I was able to get another guy that used to live in the Kalkaska area to come up. He was very close to my parents while he lived here. I wasn't sure if he was going to be able to make until he actually showed up, so I hadn't said anything to my parents and left it as a surprise. In all, I think it went OK, although we will all be eating left-overs until Christmas.
Sunday was recovery day. I'm still battling something; I had symptoms that usually signal the start of a sinus infection when I got up. I was on praise team, of course. I never sing unless I have some upper respiratory ailment or another. But I felt better during church, then slid downhill all afternoon. I should have stayed home rather than go back for evening service as I slept through the entire service. We got home, ate something, then watched part of a movie, then went to bed.
Monday started bad; my alarm either didn't go off (unlikely) or I shut it off in my sleep (far more likely). In any case, I was an hour late for work. The good part was I got a nice, friendly kiss from the dog in the truck next to mine when I stopped for my morning caffeine fix at the Rapid City BP. I usually don't mess with dogs in other vehicles other than to talk to them; dogs seem to get very territorial about their owners vehicles. Probably reflects the attitudes of their owners. In any case, this dog nearly climbed out of the truck, so I gave him a little scrit and got a good morning kiss in return. I was walking away before I noticed the owner was sitting in the truck laughing his head off... Anyway, as good as that was, it didn't help the day much. I left work early because I wasn't feeling well at all. I got home in time to remember I had an appointment to get the fuel filter changed on my truck. So back out in the cold for a couple more hours. But at least that is one job taken care of for winter. I'm now home typing this and about to start on homework.
If you have seen a chart that claims to show that all the states that voted for Bush have lower average IQ's than those that voted for Kerry, keep a couple things in mind: first, it is a hoax and there are dozens of sites that have already debunked it; second, Democrats claim that IQ doesn't measure anything significant and is racist, sexist, and anyone that puts any stock in IQ scores probably stomps baby kittens; third, this is just the sort of immature, elementary-school-level insult that cost the Democrats the election in the first place. In a way, I hope they keep this up for another four years. If they really focus, the next presidential election will be a Republican landslide.
Enough 2004 American politics already; I need to read about first-century, middle-east politics. Not much has changed in 2000 years...
The party itself was just a blur. Lots of running around, trying to talk to people that we hadn't seen in years in some cases, keeping food flowing and all that. I got to play MC, which I hate doing, but it wasn't like anyone else in my family was going to grab a mic and start talking in front of 100 or so people. The music went well; one of the ladies from the church sang a song my mom likes, I sang two songs in a trio with two other guys from the church that I've sang with before, and I was able to get another guy that used to live in the Kalkaska area to come up. He was very close to my parents while he lived here. I wasn't sure if he was going to be able to make until he actually showed up, so I hadn't said anything to my parents and left it as a surprise. In all, I think it went OK, although we will all be eating left-overs until Christmas.
Sunday was recovery day. I'm still battling something; I had symptoms that usually signal the start of a sinus infection when I got up. I was on praise team, of course. I never sing unless I have some upper respiratory ailment or another. But I felt better during church, then slid downhill all afternoon. I should have stayed home rather than go back for evening service as I slept through the entire service. We got home, ate something, then watched part of a movie, then went to bed.
Monday started bad; my alarm either didn't go off (unlikely) or I shut it off in my sleep (far more likely). In any case, I was an hour late for work. The good part was I got a nice, friendly kiss from the dog in the truck next to mine when I stopped for my morning caffeine fix at the Rapid City BP. I usually don't mess with dogs in other vehicles other than to talk to them; dogs seem to get very territorial about their owners vehicles. Probably reflects the attitudes of their owners. In any case, this dog nearly climbed out of the truck, so I gave him a little scrit and got a good morning kiss in return. I was walking away before I noticed the owner was sitting in the truck laughing his head off... Anyway, as good as that was, it didn't help the day much. I left work early because I wasn't feeling well at all. I got home in time to remember I had an appointment to get the fuel filter changed on my truck. So back out in the cold for a couple more hours. But at least that is one job taken care of for winter. I'm now home typing this and about to start on homework.
If you have seen a chart that claims to show that all the states that voted for Bush have lower average IQ's than those that voted for Kerry, keep a couple things in mind: first, it is a hoax and there are dozens of sites that have already debunked it; second, Democrats claim that IQ doesn't measure anything significant and is racist, sexist, and anyone that puts any stock in IQ scores probably stomps baby kittens; third, this is just the sort of immature, elementary-school-level insult that cost the Democrats the election in the first place. In a way, I hope they keep this up for another four years. If they really focus, the next presidential election will be a Republican landslide.
Enough 2004 American politics already; I need to read about first-century, middle-east politics. Not much has changed in 2000 years...
Friday, November 05, 2004
USA Today has a county-by-county map. It is instructive. If I were a Democrat, I'd be very concerned. Not only do the Republicans "control" five times the square mileage that Democrats do, the population of those counties is 59% of the population of the United States. It looks like the easy Bush victory was because Republicans got off their butts and went to the polls. Jerry Pournelle has been referring to the Republicans as The Stupid Party for many years because of their unfailing ability to turn victory into defeat. If this map has any validity at all, the Republicans should have a lock on the Presidency, both houses of Congress, most state houses and most state govenorships.
Jerry also has something important to say about the candidates that both parties put forward. I thought the primary system was stupid from the start and the general lack of enthusiasm for candidates by the general population seems to indicate that I'm not alone.
Last night, I tried to get some of my reading done for school, but for some reason was too tired to keep my eyes open at 8:00pm. This morning I know why: I'm getting sick just in time for my parents 50th anniversary party tomorrow. I'm supposed to sing, but I can feel another sinus infection kicking in. Great.
Tonight will be a hectic night trying to get the church cleaned and decorated. Naturally, this weekend is the annual Iceman bike race. The organizers don't have enough parking for all the participants so they feel free to send them down to our church parking lot. They never asked, they just assumed it was ok. I mean, it is just a church and what possible use could a church have of its parking lot on a Saturday. So it looks like I get to be at the church at the butt crack of dawn to try to arrange for some parking for the guests to my parents' anniversary party. There are about ten other things going on that will make it nearly impossible for us to pull this thing off with any semblance of class.
That's it for now. I may post something later.
Jerry also has something important to say about the candidates that both parties put forward. I thought the primary system was stupid from the start and the general lack of enthusiasm for candidates by the general population seems to indicate that I'm not alone.
Last night, I tried to get some of my reading done for school, but for some reason was too tired to keep my eyes open at 8:00pm. This morning I know why: I'm getting sick just in time for my parents 50th anniversary party tomorrow. I'm supposed to sing, but I can feel another sinus infection kicking in. Great.
Tonight will be a hectic night trying to get the church cleaned and decorated. Naturally, this weekend is the annual Iceman bike race. The organizers don't have enough parking for all the participants so they feel free to send them down to our church parking lot. They never asked, they just assumed it was ok. I mean, it is just a church and what possible use could a church have of its parking lot on a Saturday. So it looks like I get to be at the church at the butt crack of dawn to try to arrange for some parking for the guests to my parents' anniversary party. There are about ten other things going on that will make it nearly impossible for us to pull this thing off with any semblance of class.
That's it for now. I may post something later.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
I had intended to post more last night, but I was extremely tired when I got home from youth group. I just vegg'ed out in front of a movie and went to bed about half-way through. Today doesn't look to be much more interesting. I'm just going home, doing some homework, then going to bed early. This weekend will probably be hectic with my parents' 50th anniversary party Saturday added to the usual weekend chaos, so I want to be rested.
One thing I wanted to write more about yesterday was the election. I had called Kerry as of 11pm. I guess I should stick to programming, not calling elections. Florida was won easily by Bush, as was Ohio. The networks refused to call Ohio even though 100% of the precincts were reporting and the provisional and absentee votes would have had to be something like 85% for Kerry to give him the state. A bit of over-cautiousness? In any case, Bush had the clear majority of votes as well as winning the electoral vote. Kerry did the sensible and honorable thing and conceded rather than launching legal challenges.
Some things about this election that I'd like to note. First, I voted Libertarian as I have for many election cycles. I have no respect whatsoever for either Bush or Kerry and could not have voted for either one. There was a time when at least 2-3% of the United States agreed. This election, all the third parties combined didn't pull 1%. This means either a) a lot of third party voters drank the Republicrat Kool-Aid that this was THE MOST IMPORTANT ELECTION IN HISTORY and a vote for a third-party candidate was a vote for EVIL; or b) the increased voter turnout was strictly a Vote-for-Bush phenomenon. Or it was a combination of both. In any case, this election does not look good for third-party candidates.
Second, exit polls were revealed to be utter rubbish, and slanted heavily in favor of Kerry. The fact that these polls are conducted by the same news outlets that have obviously favored Kerry from day one shouldn't be surprising to anyone. We spend a lot of money on the FEC to ensure free and fair elections; maybe they ought to use a little of that money to dig into why the networks were trying to throw the election to Kerry. At the very least, I wouldn't expect anyone with above-room-temperature IQ to ever believe another exit poll.
Third, a note to all the rabid sign-wavers from the Demopublican Party: just who do you think you are convincing on the day of the election? Do you really believe that there are any undecided people left that actually intend to vote when the polls are open? Do you really think you are accomplishing anything other than annoying a lot of people just trying to go about their normal day? Is it so inconceivable to you that the vast majority of normal people don't share your foam-at-the-mouth hatred for "the other guy" and love for "our guy"? Don't you have jobs or something else constructive to do with your time? If not, there is a lot of litter around the streets (most of it put there by you) that you could be picking up.
And finally, for God's sake, take down your damn signs. The election is over.
I have to go home now. The sleet and freezing rain just started.
One thing I wanted to write more about yesterday was the election. I had called Kerry as of 11pm. I guess I should stick to programming, not calling elections. Florida was won easily by Bush, as was Ohio. The networks refused to call Ohio even though 100% of the precincts were reporting and the provisional and absentee votes would have had to be something like 85% for Kerry to give him the state. A bit of over-cautiousness? In any case, Bush had the clear majority of votes as well as winning the electoral vote. Kerry did the sensible and honorable thing and conceded rather than launching legal challenges.
Some things about this election that I'd like to note. First, I voted Libertarian as I have for many election cycles. I have no respect whatsoever for either Bush or Kerry and could not have voted for either one. There was a time when at least 2-3% of the United States agreed. This election, all the third parties combined didn't pull 1%. This means either a) a lot of third party voters drank the Republicrat Kool-Aid that this was THE MOST IMPORTANT ELECTION IN HISTORY and a vote for a third-party candidate was a vote for EVIL; or b) the increased voter turnout was strictly a Vote-for-Bush phenomenon. Or it was a combination of both. In any case, this election does not look good for third-party candidates.
Second, exit polls were revealed to be utter rubbish, and slanted heavily in favor of Kerry. The fact that these polls are conducted by the same news outlets that have obviously favored Kerry from day one shouldn't be surprising to anyone. We spend a lot of money on the FEC to ensure free and fair elections; maybe they ought to use a little of that money to dig into why the networks were trying to throw the election to Kerry. At the very least, I wouldn't expect anyone with above-room-temperature IQ to ever believe another exit poll.
Third, a note to all the rabid sign-wavers from the Demopublican Party: just who do you think you are convincing on the day of the election? Do you really believe that there are any undecided people left that actually intend to vote when the polls are open? Do you really think you are accomplishing anything other than annoying a lot of people just trying to go about their normal day? Is it so inconceivable to you that the vast majority of normal people don't share your foam-at-the-mouth hatred for "the other guy" and love for "our guy"? Don't you have jobs or something else constructive to do with your time? If not, there is a lot of litter around the streets (most of it put there by you) that you could be picking up.
And finally, for God's sake, take down your damn signs. The election is over.
I have to go home now. The sleet and freezing rain just started.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Just a quick update and then I have to get to work.
It looks like Bush is going to get re-elected. Ohio is the turning point, and that state has been weak for Bush right along.
It's been years since I heard something on the radio that made me laugh. This song did it. I have no idea what other material Lazyboy has out there, but this is a keeper.
Got to go code some REXX.
It looks like Bush is going to get re-elected. Ohio is the turning point, and that state has been weak for Bush right along.
It's been years since I heard something on the radio that made me laugh. This song did it. I have no idea what other material Lazyboy has out there, but this is a keeper.
Got to go code some REXX.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
I did my "civic duty," although I assume that most of what I did will be a waste. This time around, I was able to vote a straight libertarian ticket for partisan offices. I didn't vote for any of the non-partisan offices. At least 90% of them were running unopposed and will not vote for anyone running unopposed. I voted against all proposals on principle: this is supposed to be a republic, not a direct democracy. That will put me at odds with my entire church, but what's new about that? I also voted down all property tax increases (including "renewals") again on principle. Property tax is the most immoral form of taxation that exists. The disproportionate burden that it places on the elderly and the poor is nothing short of criminal. Anyone who ever votes yes for any property tax measure is either ignorant or immoral.
As of this posting at 10:50pm, CNN is showing Bush ahead 193 electoral votes to Kerry's 133, but that doesn't include any of the western states or New Hampshire, Florida, Michigan, and Ohio. I expect all those to go to Kerry, except Florida, which I expect to be tied up in the courts until the 2008 election cycle. Kerry will also take the west coast. That makes the final vote something like Kerry with 272 electoral votes to Bush's 266. (I think the math is right: it is one minute to my bedtime, understand). So you heard it here first; Kerry will be our next president. Unless he isn't, then Bush will be. How's that for covering all the bases? Six of one; half dozen of the other, as far as I can see. The only thing I asked is that if Kerry wins that he 1) wears a bag on his head to keep from scaring small children when he is on TV, and 2) for God's sake, stop hanging all over Edwards like they are butt-buddies.
Debbie wants to go to bed, so I have to knock this off. I was hoping to see some of the west coast results before bed, but guess not.
As of this posting at 10:50pm, CNN is showing Bush ahead 193 electoral votes to Kerry's 133, but that doesn't include any of the western states or New Hampshire, Florida, Michigan, and Ohio. I expect all those to go to Kerry, except Florida, which I expect to be tied up in the courts until the 2008 election cycle. Kerry will also take the west coast. That makes the final vote something like Kerry with 272 electoral votes to Bush's 266. (I think the math is right: it is one minute to my bedtime, understand). So you heard it here first; Kerry will be our next president. Unless he isn't, then Bush will be. How's that for covering all the bases? Six of one; half dozen of the other, as far as I can see. The only thing I asked is that if Kerry wins that he 1) wears a bag on his head to keep from scaring small children when he is on TV, and 2) for God's sake, stop hanging all over Edwards like they are butt-buddies.
Debbie wants to go to bed, so I have to knock this off. I was hoping to see some of the west coast results before bed, but guess not.
Monday, November 01, 2004
A Dog's Prayers
Dear God:
Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God:
When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch...or is it going to be the same old story?
Dear God:
Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We dogs love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the 'Chrysler Beagle'?
Dear God:
If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God:
We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God:
More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God:
When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?
Dear God:
Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God:
Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog:
Will I have to do the same things when I get to Heaven?
And, finally, my last question.......
Dear God:
When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?
Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God:
When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch...or is it going to be the same old story?
Dear God:
Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We dogs love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the 'Chrysler Beagle'?
Dear God:
If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
Dear God:
We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God:
More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God:
When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?
Dear God:
Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God:
Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog:
- I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
- I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
- I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box; although they are tasty, they are not food.
- The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
- The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
- The garbage man is not stealing our stuff.
- My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
- I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
- I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
- Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying "Hello."
- I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
- I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.
- I will not throw up in the car.
- I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt.
- I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when company is over.
- The cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
Will I have to do the same things when I get to Heaven?
And, finally, my last question.......
Dear God:
When I get to Heaven may I have my testicles back?
Follow-up on Jason's Wedding
We received the following e-mail on Sunday:
As we get further updates, we will pass them on.
Hello again,
Well, We, or should I say, Candace has decided that July 2nd, 2005 will be the day. No, really, we agreed on it, but it was up to her. (Good choice, since opening day of bow season is on Oct 1st). A summer wedding would be better, and hopefully this gives everyone enough of a notice for getting time off and to reserve a room. Anyways, hope all is well.
Jason
As we get further updates, we will pass them on.
I was running through my list of sites that I hit most days and found this over at A Stitch in Haste in his list of people who had recently linked to his site:
I spent most of Saturday at the church cutting and chipping trees. Tim Allen; eat your heart out. Nothing like the feeling of feeding an entire twenty-foot tree into a machine and watch it come out as wood chips. Ahr ahr ahr!! Problem was that by the time I got home, I could barely move. I did manage to get the closet organizer up in the basement closet. After that, I ate, slept, showered, and slept some more.
Sunday we had choir for the first time since the "summer" break. It was not good. It was a song that we all knew, and it just fell apart. It is becoming more and more difficult for me to be a part of the choir. I know I fight against perfectionist tendencies, but there has to be some level of excellence in what we do for God, right? Maybe I'm the one that is mixed up.
Sunday afternoon was just home to eat and relax a little, then back for evening service. We had a potluck dinner first, a short service, then went to one of the other youth leader's home with some of the high school and college kids for birthday cake, junk food, and video games. I didn't get home until almost 11pm, so it was well past midnight before I got to bed. So much for gaining anything with the time change.
Today was work, of course. Tonight I will be hitting the books. I have a goal of at least having the outline of my first paper done tonight. I want to have this class completed by the end of November.
Well, time for me to hit the road for home. One thing I really dislike about the time change. I'm still at my desk and it is almost completely dark out. At least for the next month, it is daylight when I drive in. By the end of November, even that will be gone. Gotta love living this far from the equator.
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I spent most of Saturday at the church cutting and chipping trees. Tim Allen; eat your heart out. Nothing like the feeling of feeding an entire twenty-foot tree into a machine and watch it come out as wood chips. Ahr ahr ahr!! Problem was that by the time I got home, I could barely move. I did manage to get the closet organizer up in the basement closet. After that, I ate, slept, showered, and slept some more.
Sunday we had choir for the first time since the "summer" break. It was not good. It was a song that we all knew, and it just fell apart. It is becoming more and more difficult for me to be a part of the choir. I know I fight against perfectionist tendencies, but there has to be some level of excellence in what we do for God, right? Maybe I'm the one that is mixed up.
Sunday afternoon was just home to eat and relax a little, then back for evening service. We had a potluck dinner first, a short service, then went to one of the other youth leader's home with some of the high school and college kids for birthday cake, junk food, and video games. I didn't get home until almost 11pm, so it was well past midnight before I got to bed. So much for gaining anything with the time change.
Today was work, of course. Tonight I will be hitting the books. I have a goal of at least having the outline of my first paper done tonight. I want to have this class completed by the end of November.
Well, time for me to hit the road for home. One thing I really dislike about the time change. I'm still at my desk and it is almost completely dark out. At least for the next month, it is daylight when I drive in. By the end of November, even that will be gone. Gotta love living this far from the equator.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Jason Pierce is Getting Married!!
In case anyone in the Wiklanski clan didn't get the e-mail, we received the following e-mail from Jason:
Hi everyone,And another one bites the dust...
Sorry for the group email, but it is easier and I am lazy. I wanted to let everyone know, that I am getting married. SURPRISE! We have two dates and I am not sure yet which one it will be, but July 2 and Oct 1 are the choices so far, and yes, 2005. Her name is Candace, she has two boys, Gabe and Mitch. We have been together for only a few months, but when you know something is real and for sure, then why bother to put it off. I asked her Friday night, reserved the hall on Friday (yes, before I asked her). I just wanted to let everyone know and to make sure that your only plans for one of these weekends (I will have a definite decision very soon) were to be in Petoskey. Hope all is well with everyone, and I know that I don't have everyones addresses, so please send this on. Thank you.
Love, Jason
Three articles that can be considered somewhat important. I have been saying for a while that the time is coming that churches will have to decide what is really important; their 501c3 designation by the IRS or being a church. We are closer to that day than many realize:
IRS: Churches can't pray for Bush victory
Political snitches monitor sermons
Democrats back church IRS probe
Now I understand that these are all from WorldNetDaily which tends to get very over-wrought about minor rulings relating to very narrow circumstances. But even taking that into account, I think there is reason here for churches to at least start thinking about a response.
More later if I have time.
IRS: Churches can't pray for Bush victory
Political snitches monitor sermons
Democrats back church IRS probe
Now I understand that these are all from WorldNetDaily which tends to get very over-wrought about minor rulings relating to very narrow circumstances. But even taking that into account, I think there is reason here for churches to at least start thinking about a response.
More later if I have time.
It's Thursday and I'm at work. That's a first in what seems like forever.
Not much to report over the last couple of days. I had a deacon meeting Tuesday night, and youth group last night. I'm looking forward to actually going home today after work and have nothing to do and nowhere to be. Well, that's not entirely true; I do have 11 credit hours of college material staring at me. I will probably start cranking through a bunch of that stuff tonight and try to get everything organized. I would like to get all the prep work done for the first paper and first exam. The tests are going to be a problem; I need an "acceptable proctor" to administer the test so I won't cheat. I'm 40 years old and I'm taking a Bible class (which cost me $500) so I can go into vocational ministry, but I have to have somebody watch me take a multiple-guess test to make sure I don't cheat.
Anyway, not much other to report. Other than the fact that the weather stinks. It's all my fault; ever since I hooked up the solar panels, we've seen the sun on maybe three or four days. This Saturday, we are going to try to cut and chip trees at the church again, so of course there are supposed to be high winds and lightning. We have to at least clear the trees away from the sides of the driveways and the parking areas so I can plow the drive this winter and have a place to stack the snow. We had to bring in a front loader last year; the parking area was getting mighty small even though we started out plowing nearly twice the area of the actual parking lot. If we ever start getting real snow again, we would be forced to pay to have snow hauled away two or three times during the winter.
Anyway, I need to do some work.
Not much to report over the last couple of days. I had a deacon meeting Tuesday night, and youth group last night. I'm looking forward to actually going home today after work and have nothing to do and nowhere to be. Well, that's not entirely true; I do have 11 credit hours of college material staring at me. I will probably start cranking through a bunch of that stuff tonight and try to get everything organized. I would like to get all the prep work done for the first paper and first exam. The tests are going to be a problem; I need an "acceptable proctor" to administer the test so I won't cheat. I'm 40 years old and I'm taking a Bible class (which cost me $500) so I can go into vocational ministry, but I have to have somebody watch me take a multiple-guess test to make sure I don't cheat.
Anyway, not much other to report. Other than the fact that the weather stinks. It's all my fault; ever since I hooked up the solar panels, we've seen the sun on maybe three or four days. This Saturday, we are going to try to cut and chip trees at the church again, so of course there are supposed to be high winds and lightning. We have to at least clear the trees away from the sides of the driveways and the parking areas so I can plow the drive this winter and have a place to stack the snow. We had to bring in a front loader last year; the parking area was getting mighty small even though we started out plowing nearly twice the area of the actual parking lot. If we ever start getting real snow again, we would be forced to pay to have snow hauled away two or three times during the winter.
Anyway, I need to do some work.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Another crazy weekend. We were busy; just not doing what we had planned. I was supposed to be at the church for a work day Saturday, but high winds and horizontal rain killed that (we were supposed to cut done a bunch of trees and run them through a chipper). I still had to go to the church for praise team practice, then home for some much-needed cleaning and organizing around the house. We both cleaned up and went into Traverse City for closet organizer parts and various other sundries. I was starting to get caught up on all the half-done projects, so of course we had to buy supplies for a bunch of new ones...
Anyway, by the time we did all that and spent two and a half hours at Outback (nearly an hour wait, plus everything running slow because of the huge crowd) that was pretty much our Saturday when we got home. Debbie hit the sack, and I did some reading and put together a lesson for Sunday morning, then did likewise.
Sunday was typical. We spent the afternoon at home napping, watching TV, reading, etc. We headed over to my sister's place after evening service to try to hammer out some details for my parents 50th wedding anniversary party that is in two weeks. All I can say is that I'm glad I only have to do this once. I hate planning things anyway, and this is just a huge pain. I'm sure we will pull it off, but I'll be glad when it's over.
Anyway, I have to run so I can get to the dealership at 5:30. GM has a recall on the tailgate cables on my truck. They rust through because the are made out of steel. The recall replaces them with stainless steel. Wow. What a revelation. Steel rusts in Michigan. It took the bright boys at GM over 100 years to figure that out. I'm amazed. At the stupidity of large groups of people working together, that is. Anyway, I have to waste an hour of my life because GM was too stupid (or too cheap) to put stainless steel cables on my $45,000 truck in the first place. Sheesh.
Later.
Oops. almost forgot. I don't care for people like Bill Maher as a rule, but this is something that people in the Church need to think about and figure out a coherent response to.
Anyway, by the time we did all that and spent two and a half hours at Outback (nearly an hour wait, plus everything running slow because of the huge crowd) that was pretty much our Saturday when we got home. Debbie hit the sack, and I did some reading and put together a lesson for Sunday morning, then did likewise.
Sunday was typical. We spent the afternoon at home napping, watching TV, reading, etc. We headed over to my sister's place after evening service to try to hammer out some details for my parents 50th wedding anniversary party that is in two weeks. All I can say is that I'm glad I only have to do this once. I hate planning things anyway, and this is just a huge pain. I'm sure we will pull it off, but I'll be glad when it's over.
Anyway, I have to run so I can get to the dealership at 5:30. GM has a recall on the tailgate cables on my truck. They rust through because the are made out of steel. The recall replaces them with stainless steel. Wow. What a revelation. Steel rusts in Michigan. It took the bright boys at GM over 100 years to figure that out. I'm amazed. At the stupidity of large groups of people working together, that is. Anyway, I have to waste an hour of my life because GM was too stupid (or too cheap) to put stainless steel cables on my $45,000 truck in the first place. Sheesh.
Later.
Oops. almost forgot. I don't care for people like Bill Maher as a rule, but this is something that people in the Church need to think about and figure out a coherent response to.
Friday, October 22, 2004
Chart of Church Denominations
Here is a .pdf file that shows where most if not all North American denominations came from.
Just a quick note. I just noticed I have a Mandatory Meeting at the main campus today, so I have to scoot over there for the rest of the day. A couple important articles:
A rather disturbing article on what on the surface appears to be a case of homicide by organ harvesting.
An another important article on how our educational system is having a negative effect on our ability to compete in technology. Again, we should be talking about this as a nation. We are not. As I and many others have said before, there are things we can't fix and there are things we won't fix. This is a problem of the second sort.
I will be hanging drywall this evening in our pastor's garage; ifI have the energy afterwards, I will post more here.
A rather disturbing article on what on the surface appears to be a case of homicide by organ harvesting.
An another important article on how our educational system is having a negative effect on our ability to compete in technology. Again, we should be talking about this as a nation. We are not. As I and many others have said before, there are things we can't fix and there are things we won't fix. This is a problem of the second sort.
I will be hanging drywall this evening in our pastor's garage; ifI have the energy afterwards, I will post more here.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
I almost never post anything on Thursday's because I am at class. So in celebration of not having class today, I thought I would put something up here.
I had hoped to get a lot done today. I suppose I did, but it was all stuff that doesn't really look like much was done. I spent a couple hours at the high school just hanging around with some of the teens. I made a couple contacts that I normally don't see, which was good. I picked up $100 worth of spray foam and caulk, then spent the rest of the day working on sealing the place up. The basement in complete, and I got about 3/4 of the main floor done. The foam and caulk are disappearing fast; no wonder we spent so much money heating the place last year. I expect to do much better this year.
More work being done on our road today. There was a really big truck full of gravel and a road grader out doing a bunch of work. I talked to him about widening out the sweeps where our road T's into the paved road. Our road basically butts right into the paved road with no real apron or shoulders on the road. To turn right off our road, I either have to cross the center line on a blind curve, or roll the back wheels through the ditch. That's not too bad in the summer (other than a pretty good bounce), but I've almost lost my truck in the snow a few times in the winter. He is also going to see about moving the stop sign at the end of our road. They put it in the road instead of beside the road. Kalkaska road crews are not the brightest bulbs in the box.
Anyway, it's getting late and I want to be to work at a decent time tomorrow. I'm supposed to meet a couple people at the pastor's house to help him drywall his garage. Should be fun, fun, fun.
Later.
I had hoped to get a lot done today. I suppose I did, but it was all stuff that doesn't really look like much was done. I spent a couple hours at the high school just hanging around with some of the teens. I made a couple contacts that I normally don't see, which was good. I picked up $100 worth of spray foam and caulk, then spent the rest of the day working on sealing the place up. The basement in complete, and I got about 3/4 of the main floor done. The foam and caulk are disappearing fast; no wonder we spent so much money heating the place last year. I expect to do much better this year.
More work being done on our road today. There was a really big truck full of gravel and a road grader out doing a bunch of work. I talked to him about widening out the sweeps where our road T's into the paved road. Our road basically butts right into the paved road with no real apron or shoulders on the road. To turn right off our road, I either have to cross the center line on a blind curve, or roll the back wheels through the ditch. That's not too bad in the summer (other than a pretty good bounce), but I've almost lost my truck in the snow a few times in the winter. He is also going to see about moving the stop sign at the end of our road. They put it in the road instead of beside the road. Kalkaska road crews are not the brightest bulbs in the box.
Anyway, it's getting late and I want to be to work at a decent time tomorrow. I'm supposed to meet a couple people at the pastor's house to help him drywall his garage. Should be fun, fun, fun.
Later.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Daddy's Ten Rules of Dating
I may not have daughters of my own, but I do have my girls in the youth group. Males in Kalkaska and surrounding counties; take heed.
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: "early."
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka -- zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car -- there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: "early."
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka -- zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car -- there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
I'm trying to work from home today, without much success. I need to call the help desk and find out what the problem is. In the meantime, I found this while cleaning out my old mail:
It seems that with the terrorist attacks, duck-and-cover (if you don't know what that is, ask someone who was in school in the 1960's) is back, only our schools crank out such a high percentage of illiterates that they have to use pictures. These are actual signs proposed by the US government, with some rather irreverent interpretations.
Well, I have to call the help desk. More later. Maybe.
It seems that with the terrorist attacks, duck-and-cover (if you don't know what that is, ask someone who was in school in the 1960's) is back, only our schools crank out such a high percentage of illiterates that they have to use pictures. These are actual signs proposed by the US government, with some rather irreverent interpretations.
Well, I have to call the help desk. More later. Maybe.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Some more gems in my old e-mail. This is from Keith, a very bright guy on one of my mailing lists. Understand that he wrote this on April 4, 2003 in response to an essay about how much the "average" Iraqi wanted us to invade Iraq:
And a quote that resonates with me:
A Committee is a blind alley down which good ideas are lured, and quietly strangled.
-Charles F. Young
And another one from Keith. It is four years old, but nothing has changed other than substituting "Kerry" for "Gore":
And this was a response from Bill on the same mailing list:
And that should be enough for now, unless I un-earth some more e-mails.
I think this is likely to be true of some of the people in Iraq; a lot of Iraqis welcome this invasion. We will find allies among the Shiites and the Christians and the Kurds.Prophetic, to say the least.
But there are millions of people there, coming from a tradition of shooting instead of talking. Millions are beholden to Saddam. This will make constructing a democracy difficult, and it will mean there are millions ready to shoot at us.
One of the irritating phrases that often comes up in conversation is "the average Iraqi". The vision conveyed is "average middle-class American with different clothes and language and religion", and behavior and reactions are extrapolated from that. Iraq is a hodgepodge of people, without a dominant archetype; if I had to characterize it, I would say a mixture of Shiite, Kurd, Sunni Arab, secular, with a sprinkle of oddball Christian. Or as herder, farmer, shopkeeper, army, bureaucrat, police. Or as revolutionary, disgruntled, apathetic, stooge, collaborator, ward heeler, leader. Or as cattle and rancher; the Baath monsters act like a species apart. If there are any with "average American" behavior, they left and came here.
The government resembles an insular Bolshevik street gang with millions of members, bound by evil initiatory acts that forever isolate them from their neighbors. The violence and murder committed by the Baath party performs no useful political function. Instead, it initiates the perpetrators into the cult of Saddam, and binds them to the regime as fear or greed alone never could. Street gangs and organized crime work the same way here. The opinions of the victims are not the opinions of the gangsters.
Will the shopkeepers fight? Of course not. Will the Baath regulars, informers, dependents? Of course. When the U.S. wins, the gangsters will get killed by their neighbors anyway.
Sampling one family, one neighborhood, one creed, or one border guard does not make a complete picture. You and I have a lot more in common with a Muslim Iraqi immigrant to America than any given Iraqi has with another Iraqi.
And this means we will see millions waving, and millions shooting, and millions in between hunkered down and waiting for it all to end. We should be ready for a long period of mutual annihilation, and it will be difficult to separate the people we can work with and the people we can't. If we go into this assuming "the average Iraqi will like us", and we encounter continuing heavy resistance, then we may decide "the average Iraqi hates us" and react vindictively. If we instead recognize that there are no averages, only individuals, we can make friends individually, one at a time, and work our way slowly but surely to a peaceful and friendly democratic Iraq.
And a quote that resonates with me:
A Committee is a blind alley down which good ideas are lured, and quietly strangled.
-Charles F. Young
And another one from Keith. It is four years old, but nothing has changed other than substituting "Kerry" for "Gore":
If this country has sunk to the point that four years of a single person of any persuasion can change things forever, then it is time to set off our own H-Bombs in the silos and hope God will be there to sort us out in the Hereafter.It always strikes me as funny how the same junk gets recycled every four years. I'm closer now than at any time since I turned 18 to just saying forget the whole mess and stay home.
I challenge anyone on this list to provide a quote from the Bible, counseling despair as a Christian virtue. Yes, we live in a sinful world. Yes, there are people that appear to our limited senses as more evil or less evil. But the most evil thing of all, I would think, is to assign any one of them Godlike powers to change the world forever, beyond the ability of any one of us to work towards its restoration.
The collectivist sin is to "act globally", that is, not act at all, and to pretend the actions of others are your own. Or that Bush or Gore or Browne or God will do the job for you, that you can sit back and be a drama critic. To pretend that your vote matters, is crucial, except ... when your politician does something loathsome, to cast off the responsibility by prating that the other guy would have been worse, or that somehow the responsibility gets diffused in a democracy.
But there is a worse sin than that. This sin is to act petulantly, and vindictively, and act to thwart those who don't act according to your wishes. "Voting for the lesser" is nothing more than acting to thwart those who think your lesser evil is the greater evil. As they act to thwart you. Are not Bush and Gore exactly the kind of reward an angry and just God would give to the American people for being so hard-hearted and nasty?
When tribulation comes, it will rain down on the good and the wicked alike. But there is a difference in what it means to each. A wicked man may sense in that tribulation worse to come, and will lose hope. A truly good man will look at the tribulation as an external event, a temporary storm cloud that cannot last forever. And even this agnostic can see that a single man, helpless, friendless, nailed to a cross by a mighty empire, can vanquish that empire and change the world forever. It is never hopeless when you do good.
A vote is a chance to speak the truth, quietly, timidly, allowing even the meek to be heard. If the Libertarians don't get enough votes they lose ballot access and that chance will be difficult to regain. But that is not the reason you should speak the truth; we can circulate those petitions again. The Democrats can take away your guns and money. But there is a world full of iron and gold ore; you can make more.
Nothing you have is irreplaceable in this world, except for your integrity and your soul. If you use your vote as a lie, or if you use it to thwart and punish others for disagreeing with you, if you write "George W. Bush" because other deluded fools are writing "Albert Gore", how can you ever be free? And why do you think you deserve freedom anyway, if you can use the sins of others to justify your own?
I don't agree with everything that Harry Browne is or says or does. Of the nominees presented at the LP convention, he was number three on my list. But I would be willing (gulp!) to stand in front of any judge (or Judge) and personally take what ever punishments Mr. Browne has coming to him (and there would be some, no man is perfect, and even unelected leaders have plenty of chances to sin). That is what my vote means to me. It is my word, my bond, my pledge of loyalty. My assent. Can you say the same about the folks you are voting for? If so, bless you and good luck.
I started this thread with the idea that votes come with both a public and a personal (spiritual?) dimension. The public dimension consumed the argument; most of the Bush voters are writing like there is no personal dimension. I can imagine why - to think that a single act could possibly cast one into the Pit, even a worldly one of separation from those whom your vote is intended to reject, is a hard thing to think about. But we aren't on this planet to think about the easy stuff.
It is better to win battles than to lose them, granted. But Jesus told us that the peacemakers were blessed, and didn't even mention the "victors". In the long run, which team do you want to be on?
And this was a response from Bill on the same mailing list:
Imagine that we are all on a large ship together. The ship is slowly sinking and various compartments of the ship are becoming submerged or at least very wet. The ship is littered with holes of various sizes in the hull and water is coming onboard through all of them. Some people spend all there time trying to siphon and pump water from one compartment to another. They try to intercept water coming into one compartment and make it go into another compartment instead. Each person is thinking of the stuff that's in their favorite compartments. Some people want to save the guns so they are pumping water from there into the compartment holding the endangered baby owls. Some people want to save the dirty books and alternative artwork, so they are pumping water from there into the compartment holding all the American flags.Which is funny, but also quite sad when you think about it.
The majority of the people are fighting over which compartments should be pumped out and which ones can be sacrificed. All the while the boat just keeps getting lower in the water because there are not enough people trying to plug up the holes in the hull and bail water back out into the ocean again.
There are plenty of people on board who know that they really should be plugging holes getting the water all the way out of the ship by manning the bilge pumps but they keep getting distracted by the fact that their favorite stuff is threatened by water coming from somebody else's compartment so they abandon the bilge pumps for a while to try to save their favorite stuff. A few people are hanging on the outside of the ship and attempting to plug the holes below the water line to stop the ship from sinking. And a few people are laboring hard at the bilge pumps but not enough of them.
The bilge pumpers and hole pluggers keep yelling for help and trying to impress on others the importance of reducing the overall amount of water in the ship and the amount of water gushing into the ship but to no avail. Ninety percent of the energy on the ship is still just pumping water from one room to another. The compartment siphoners are always amazed at the bilge pumpers because they think they are wasting their time. "Look at all these wet flags", they say. "Why aren't you helping me keep these flags dry?" "The owls are up to their knees in saltwater now. How dare you let the owls get so wet?", they howl.
In every compartment there is a worker, completely focused on the task at hand. They must get this water to go someplace else or their stuff will be submerged. They scramble around for pipes and pumps and drill holes into other compartments to get water off of their stuff and onto somebody else's stuff.
Whenever the bilge pumpers start yelling for help all the compartment siphoners just ignore them. You see, there was a rumor that the bilge pumpers are only interested in getting all the water out of the ship because it was their marijuana shipment in the ballast hold that was the first thing to get flooded.
The bilge pumpers are completely focused on cranking their pumps. They can't understand why anybody would waste time pumping water from one place to another because it's obvious it's not reducing the amount of water in the ship. The hole pluggers are flabbergasted that the bilge pumpers don't understand the importance of plugging the holes before worrying about getting the water back out of the ship. "The water's just going to keep coming in until the holes are plugged", they say.
Well, of course the ship sank and everyone on board died. The investigators who looked into the event just shook their heads and kept repeating to themselves. "Why didn't they all work together to repair the holes first, then pump all the water out of the ship? That's the only way they could have saved themselves. And why are all these hoses just running from one compartment to another?"
And that should be enough for now, unless I un-earth some more e-mails.
Wow. A whole week went by without me putting anything here. I'm not even sure where the week went.
Tuesday and Wednesday were consumed with homework for my last class session. Thursday was my last class session (Woo Hoo!!). This weekend was mostly sleeping. I have a lot of lost sleep to catch up on. It feels weird not having any reading or a paper or anything that I should be working on. It was great to just sit in a chair and do nothing. Saturday, I puttered around the house a little. I couldn't really work on much because is was raining/sleeting/snowing all day. The worst of the snow must have missed us because a couple cars in the church parking lot on Sunday morning had several inches of snow on them. We didn't have snow that stuck to anything at our place.
Because I was stuck inside, I decided to start sealing up the doors and windows better. Some had fiberglass insulation packed around them, some partially, some not at all. I either packed the fiberglass tighter or removed some of it to make room for the foam. The "Great Stuff" brand now has a version for doors and windows that is lower expansion so it doesn't jam everything up when it expands. It worked pretty well, although the lower expansion rate means it takes a lot more to fill any given opening. Three cans barely did the three basement windows and the French door. That means that I need ten or more cans to do all the windows and doors. Plus, I need a lot of caulk. The logs have dried out creating some cracks in the butt joints in the middle of the walls. I also need to seal a lot of other places where pipes go through walls, etc. I ought to be busy for a while.
This story is funny, weird, and a little sad. These kinds of stories always seem to come out of Alaska.
This story has some disturbing implications. I wonder what other brands are indelibly etched on our brains? The part that disturbed me most:
And as oil prices continue to climb, the ideas in this article will become more important. I just wonder if we will bother to do anything before a crisis. Probably not.
On a lighter note:
You are Form 5, Dragon: The Weaver.
"And The Dragon separated the virtuous from the sinful. He tore his eyes from his sockets and used them to peer into the souls of those on trial to make a judgment. He knew that with endless knowledge came endless responsibility."
Some examples of the Dragon Form are Athena (Greek), St. Peter (Christian), and Surya (Indian). The Dragon is associated with the concept of intelligence, the number 5, and the element of wood. His sign is the crescent moon.
As a member of Form 5, you are an intelligent and wise individual. You weigh options by looking at how logical they are and you know that while there may not always be a right or wrong choice, there is always a logical one. People may say you are too indecisive, but it's only because you want to do what's right. Dragons are the best friends to have because they're willing to learn.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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And that ought to be enough for now. I will sincerely try to update more often this week.
Tuesday and Wednesday were consumed with homework for my last class session. Thursday was my last class session (Woo Hoo!!). This weekend was mostly sleeping. I have a lot of lost sleep to catch up on. It feels weird not having any reading or a paper or anything that I should be working on. It was great to just sit in a chair and do nothing. Saturday, I puttered around the house a little. I couldn't really work on much because is was raining/sleeting/snowing all day. The worst of the snow must have missed us because a couple cars in the church parking lot on Sunday morning had several inches of snow on them. We didn't have snow that stuck to anything at our place.
Because I was stuck inside, I decided to start sealing up the doors and windows better. Some had fiberglass insulation packed around them, some partially, some not at all. I either packed the fiberglass tighter or removed some of it to make room for the foam. The "Great Stuff" brand now has a version for doors and windows that is lower expansion so it doesn't jam everything up when it expands. It worked pretty well, although the lower expansion rate means it takes a lot more to fill any given opening. Three cans barely did the three basement windows and the French door. That means that I need ten or more cans to do all the windows and doors. Plus, I need a lot of caulk. The logs have dried out creating some cracks in the butt joints in the middle of the walls. I also need to seal a lot of other places where pipes go through walls, etc. I ought to be busy for a while.
This story is funny, weird, and a little sad. These kinds of stories always seem to come out of Alaska.
This story has some disturbing implications. I wonder what other brands are indelibly etched on our brains? The part that disturbed me most:
At the same time the researchers found that the Coke label stimulated a huge increase in activity in parts of the brain associated with cultural knowledge, memory and self-image - so much that the scientists could use brain scans to predict which soft drink an individual was likely to prefer.So much for free will...
And as oil prices continue to climb, the ideas in this article will become more important. I just wonder if we will bother to do anything before a crisis. Probably not.
On a lighter note:
You are Form 5, Dragon: The Weaver.
"And The Dragon separated the virtuous from the sinful. He tore his eyes from his sockets and used them to peer into the souls of those on trial to make a judgment. He knew that with endless knowledge came endless responsibility."
Some examples of the Dragon Form are Athena (Greek), St. Peter (Christian), and Surya (Indian). The Dragon is associated with the concept of intelligence, the number 5, and the element of wood. His sign is the crescent moon.
As a member of Form 5, you are an intelligent and wise individual. You weigh options by looking at how logical they are and you know that while there may not always be a right or wrong choice, there is always a logical one. People may say you are too indecisive, but it's only because you want to do what's right. Dragons are the best friends to have because they're willing to learn.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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And that ought to be enough for now. I will sincerely try to update more often this week.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Made some progress this weekend. I got the generators swapped around so we can charge up the batteries a lot easier. I cleaned out the power shed and set up the door to the battery room so it is sealed. Well, not quite yet; I still need to foam in around the door frame. But I did get the threshold put in and the foam gasket around the door. It seals up pretty tight. The only job left is to put in a vent through the floor of the battery room to let fresh air in when the exhaust vent is running.
A big chunk of Saturday was spent cleaning the house for company on Sunday. We invited the youth group out for lunch after Sunday morning service, so we figured even if they were just teenagers, we should at least scrape up the worst of it. One advantage of having people over every couple of weeks: the house gets periodic cleanings. I did notice one thing while cleaning. We seem to be getting a huge amount of dust from somewhere. The first couple of times, it didn't surprise me much because we were cleaning up after the construction. But that should have been cleaned up several scrub-downs ago. Maybe I'm just used to having carpet that hides it all.
In any case, Sunday was normal except for the five teens running around our house all afternoon. We (barely) made it back for evening service, then headed straight home to crash. All in all, it went well. Nothing important got broken in spite of the pillow-and-water fight that broke out around 4pm and lasted for an hour or so. (For the record, Debbie started it, not the teens.) We have a stack of dirty dishes looking at us, but those will probably wait until next weekend. I know I won't have time to deal with them between now and my last college class, and Debbie will be out of town all day Tuesday at a conference.
Tonight is homework night. I have to get cranking on my final final project. Well, I have to stop at Home Depot to pick up some drywall for my pastor and some odds and ends for us. But that should be a quick stop. Should. My record at the big orange box isn't promising.
Some interesting things I found today:
Fred Reed has another column up. While reading it, just remember that despair is a sin.
More information about water on Mars. The signs are for a wet past. Signs of water everywhere except on younger lava flows. Sounds like what one would expect if a planet was wet early on, then dried out as it lost its atmosphere.
Vox Day's latest column addresses an issue that many misunderstand. Libertarians are often accused of wanting to dismantle government so the evil corporations can destroy the planet and enslave everyone. The reality is that libertairians would dismantle the legal fiction of the corporation as an individual.
And that should keep everyone busy.
A big chunk of Saturday was spent cleaning the house for company on Sunday. We invited the youth group out for lunch after Sunday morning service, so we figured even if they were just teenagers, we should at least scrape up the worst of it. One advantage of having people over every couple of weeks: the house gets periodic cleanings. I did notice one thing while cleaning. We seem to be getting a huge amount of dust from somewhere. The first couple of times, it didn't surprise me much because we were cleaning up after the construction. But that should have been cleaned up several scrub-downs ago. Maybe I'm just used to having carpet that hides it all.
In any case, Sunday was normal except for the five teens running around our house all afternoon. We (barely) made it back for evening service, then headed straight home to crash. All in all, it went well. Nothing important got broken in spite of the pillow-and-water fight that broke out around 4pm and lasted for an hour or so. (For the record, Debbie started it, not the teens.) We have a stack of dirty dishes looking at us, but those will probably wait until next weekend. I know I won't have time to deal with them between now and my last college class, and Debbie will be out of town all day Tuesday at a conference.
Tonight is homework night. I have to get cranking on my final final project. Well, I have to stop at Home Depot to pick up some drywall for my pastor and some odds and ends for us. But that should be a quick stop. Should. My record at the big orange box isn't promising.
Some interesting things I found today:
Fred Reed has another column up. While reading it, just remember that despair is a sin.
More information about water on Mars. The signs are for a wet past. Signs of water everywhere except on younger lava flows. Sounds like what one would expect if a planet was wet early on, then dried out as it lost its atmosphere.
Vox Day's latest column addresses an issue that many misunderstand. Libertarians are often accused of wanting to dismantle government so the evil corporations can destroy the planet and enslave everyone. The reality is that libertairians would dismantle the legal fiction of the corporation as an individual.
And that should keep everyone busy.
Friday, October 08, 2004
I'll start with a bunch of articles that I found interesting this morning:
This is a different take on the Bloggers V. Big Media uproar. I'm on the side of the bloggers. Betting on history repeating itself is usually a good bet.
This is a good article on micro-radio stations. I think this would be fun to play around with. For twenty bucks, why not? Even if you are talking about a radio station that only transmits 200 feet and on AM. It would still be a good way to annoy a few people in your neighborhood.
Here is some new information on the Miller-Urey experiments that were done in the 1950's.
And still more water on Mars. Everywhere the rovers go, more evidence of water. Damn NASA; without them we would have a team of geologists up there doing this, not a couple RC golf carts.
I'm having fun right now trying to do this update. I'm at work right now running a REXX job to upload between 4,000 and 5,000 documents (spreadsheets and .pdf files, mostly) into our archiving system. As I'm typing this, nothing happens on the screen for a long time, then a whole line of text shoots on the screen. That's not so bad, although a bit disconcerting; using the mouse is an exercise in frustration. It jerks around on the screen so bad that it's hard to hit even great big push buttons. Closing a window is impossible without using the shortcut key (Alt-F4, if you've never been told that).
Only one more class session to go. Last night was interesting; my paper I had turned in last week became a point of discussion. I didn't think it was that great, mainly because I had thrown it together at 2am, but the instructor kept coming back to it. It made me a little uncomfortable. I have always done very well in school, but I don't like having it pointed out publicly. I only have three chapters of reading (about 40-50 pages) and a 10-12 page paper on one of the other books we read. Our study group seems to be about finished up on our group project (45 minute presentation on ethical dilemmas arising from abortion), we should be setting pretty for the end of the program.
I did get some bad news. Well, annoying news, really. I had used the materials that I had been given at the beginning of the program to select classes I needed to take through Moody Bible Institute's independent study program to fulfill my last 15 credit hours for Cornerstone. Last night, I was given an updated form and discovered 4 of the 5 Cornerstone classes no longer exist. Understand, I sent the list of Cornerstone classes I had selected to finish my degree, along with what I felt were corresponding Moody classes to my so-called academic advisor. "Looks good," he says. Right. Looks good other than the 4 non-existent Cornerstone class numbers. Feh. In any case, I'll be trying again with the updated information.
Debbie just found out today that our grand-niece's first birthday party is tonight. I love the way our family communicates so well. We will be late; Debbie is meeting me here in Traverse City at 6pm to grab dinner and a gift over at the mall. Then we will be scooting into Kalkaska as quickly as possible. The birthday girl will probably already be in bed for the night by the time we get there. Lovely. Just lovely. We also have about two weeks to plan for my parents 50th anniversary party the first weekend of November. At least I will have some time between the end of my classes at Cornerstone and going back to 40-hour weeks at work and starting the Moody independent studies. Not much time, but some.
Tomorrow is generator swapping day, plus some other odds and ends like running a phone line into the house. We still have to search through all our boxes and find our cordless phone/answering machine. That will save us another $8 a month because we can shut off the voice mail we've been using for the last 5 years. We will be normal people yet...
Well, I need to wrap things up here.
This is a different take on the Bloggers V. Big Media uproar. I'm on the side of the bloggers. Betting on history repeating itself is usually a good bet.
This is a good article on micro-radio stations. I think this would be fun to play around with. For twenty bucks, why not? Even if you are talking about a radio station that only transmits 200 feet and on AM. It would still be a good way to annoy a few people in your neighborhood.
Here is some new information on the Miller-Urey experiments that were done in the 1950's.
And still more water on Mars. Everywhere the rovers go, more evidence of water. Damn NASA; without them we would have a team of geologists up there doing this, not a couple RC golf carts.
I'm having fun right now trying to do this update. I'm at work right now running a REXX job to upload between 4,000 and 5,000 documents (spreadsheets and .pdf files, mostly) into our archiving system. As I'm typing this, nothing happens on the screen for a long time, then a whole line of text shoots on the screen. That's not so bad, although a bit disconcerting; using the mouse is an exercise in frustration. It jerks around on the screen so bad that it's hard to hit even great big push buttons. Closing a window is impossible without using the shortcut key (Alt-F4, if you've never been told that).
Only one more class session to go. Last night was interesting; my paper I had turned in last week became a point of discussion. I didn't think it was that great, mainly because I had thrown it together at 2am, but the instructor kept coming back to it. It made me a little uncomfortable. I have always done very well in school, but I don't like having it pointed out publicly. I only have three chapters of reading (about 40-50 pages) and a 10-12 page paper on one of the other books we read. Our study group seems to be about finished up on our group project (45 minute presentation on ethical dilemmas arising from abortion), we should be setting pretty for the end of the program.
I did get some bad news. Well, annoying news, really. I had used the materials that I had been given at the beginning of the program to select classes I needed to take through Moody Bible Institute's independent study program to fulfill my last 15 credit hours for Cornerstone. Last night, I was given an updated form and discovered 4 of the 5 Cornerstone classes no longer exist. Understand, I sent the list of Cornerstone classes I had selected to finish my degree, along with what I felt were corresponding Moody classes to my so-called academic advisor. "Looks good," he says. Right. Looks good other than the 4 non-existent Cornerstone class numbers. Feh. In any case, I'll be trying again with the updated information.
Debbie just found out today that our grand-niece's first birthday party is tonight. I love the way our family communicates so well. We will be late; Debbie is meeting me here in Traverse City at 6pm to grab dinner and a gift over at the mall. Then we will be scooting into Kalkaska as quickly as possible. The birthday girl will probably already be in bed for the night by the time we get there. Lovely. Just lovely. We also have about two weeks to plan for my parents 50th anniversary party the first weekend of November. At least I will have some time between the end of my classes at Cornerstone and going back to 40-hour weeks at work and starting the Moody independent studies. Not much time, but some.
Tomorrow is generator swapping day, plus some other odds and ends like running a phone line into the house. We still have to search through all our boxes and find our cordless phone/answering machine. That will save us another $8 a month because we can shut off the voice mail we've been using for the last 5 years. We will be normal people yet...
Well, I need to wrap things up here.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Another late night last night. I have most of my reading done and I'm sort of prepared for youth group tonight. Then it will be another late night of reading and writing a paper for college tomorrow. At that point, I'm done with the reading for this class. All I have left is my individual project (10-12 page paper on mentoring) and I AM DONE. At least until the materials for my Moody classes shows up.
Rodney Dangerfield died yesterday. I grew up on his stand up routines. And of course Caddy Shack. But his movies mostly never did his style justice. Rodney working an audience was pure magic.
Anyway; just a short update and I'm back to work.
Rodney Dangerfield died yesterday. I grew up on his stand up routines. And of course Caddy Shack. But his movies mostly never did his style justice. Rodney working an audience was pure magic.
Anyway; just a short update and I'm back to work.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Sorry for the crappy looking blog this morning. It rendered fine in Mozilla, but was broken in Internet Explorer. I made some formatting changes and all seems well.
Nothing much happened last night other than trying to clean out old e-mail and doing homework. I need to really crank out some work tonight, so don't expect much here the next couple of days.
Gotta run.
Nothing much happened last night other than trying to clean out old e-mail and doing homework. I need to really crank out some work tonight, so don't expect much here the next couple of days.
Gotta run.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Fun With Electronic Publishing
This is some old correspondence I had with an outfit called Digital Owl. It was several years ago that all this took place, but I still don't see any indication that the PTB's (or PHB's; this is a Scott Adams book we are talking about here) get it.
It started when I purchased a new PC. Little did I know that this was a Violation Of Federal Law!!!
My editorial comments are in brackets:
And that is the last I ever heard from Digital Owl. As I said I received the book as a plain text file which I can convert to Palm file format with a free utility and read it as much as I like on any device I prefer and transfer it to any number of PC's. I see Scott Adams has come out with a sequel. If I bother, I think I will just buy hard copy from Amazon. Much simpler.
It started when I purchased a new PC. Little did I know that this was a Violation Of Federal Law!!!
My editorial comments are in brackets:
From: Ric Frost
Sent: Wednesday, June 06, 2001 5:25 PM
To: randy
Subject: When you were offline...(via HumanClick)
[Meaningless subject line was due to customer support web form being sub-contracted through some other company. This should have been my first clue that this was going to take a while.]
User number 2777.
I recently purchased a new PC. Is there a way to transfer my digital owl content to my new pc? They are linked via ethernet.
Thanks!
From: Customer Service
Sent: Thursday, June 07, 2001 9:59 AM
To: Ric Frost
Subject: RE: When you were offline...(via HumanClick)
Dear Ric Frost,
Due to the digital protection applied to the content it can not be copied or transferred to another computer. Viewing the content on another computer would require another purchase.
If you require any further assistance pleased contact us toll free 866-681-2788 or via email customer.service@digitalowl.com
Thank You
The Customer Service Team.
[At this point, I knew from Scott Adams' newsletter that the e-book was an experiment. I figured I would bring him into the loop as to how the experiment was going]
From: Ric Frost
Sent: Thursday, June 07, 2001 10:51 PM
To: scottadams@aol.com
Cc: Customer.Service@DigitalOwl.com
Subject: FW: When you were offline...(via HumanClick)
Scott; I sure hope that you find this unacceptable. I have not even had a chance to read your book _God's_Debris_; now it looks as if I never will. I wish you luck with the electronic publishing adventure, but you will need to find another publisher (Baen Books is more reasonable) to count me as a customer. Fool me once and all that...
Ric Frost
[Which got me a clueless manager type that didn't bother to read my original e-mail.]
From: Randy Janis
Sent: Friday, June 08, 2001 6:43 PM
To: Ric Frost
Subject: eBook Purchase: God's Debris
Dear Ric Frost,
As mentioned in a previous email, the content is digitally protected and cannot be transferred or copied to another computer.
This level of protection assures the author that there will be no unauthorized distribution of their work.
You made your purchase original purchase on May 14, 2001 and our records indicate that the content was successfully downloaded at 5:03PM Eastern Standard Time. As mentioned in the Help section on the storefront, "..If any downloaded content is corrupted or unreadable, we will gladly replace the same content." I am not sure the reason you feel that you will never be able to view the content, as we have had no correspondence stating that the content was unreadable and I can assure you that we want everyone who purchases the book to be able to view and enjoy it. To protect the author we don't provide multiple download links for single purchases as this could provide a means to distribute the book to individuals who did not purchase it. This is the exact reason more authors are beginning to distribute digitally protected content, as unprotected content can quickly and easily be distributed with the advent of the internet and email.
Scott Adams, by popular demand, has added printing rights to God's Debris and has the understanding that previous purchasers will request a new copy of the book with printing enabled. In order to resolve this issue, I have reset your account in order to provide you with the printable version of God's Debris. Please connect to the internet and click on the content download link below. TitleVision will launch automatically and the Download Assistant window will display. Please be patient as this may take a few moments depending on your internet connection speed. Once the Download assistant window is displayed, click on the 'Download My Content Now' button and the content will be downloaded to the new content shelf within TitleVision
Download God's Debris: [URL deleted]
If you require further assistance or have any questions please contact us at customer.service@digitalowl.com or toll free at (866)681-2788.
Thank You,
Randy M. Janis
Customer Service Manager
DigitalOwl, Inc.
www.digitalowl.com
phone: (407)681-2788 x246
fax : (407)681-3478
[Which prompted my somewhat snide reply]
From: Ric Frost
Sent: Monday, June 11, 2001 3:39 PM
To: Randy Janis
Subject: RE: eBook Purchase: God's Debris
I'm very glad for your concern over the rights of Mr. Adams. I'm somewhat less thrilled with your concern over the rights of your customers that have paid money for content that you force them to either abandon or re-purchase for having the nerve to do something so clearly illegal as purchase a new PC. If you had read my e-mail, I never said I had any problem downloading God's Debris; I simply would like to move it to a new PC because I have no intention of keeping my old desktop sitting around in my already-cramped living quarters just to read one e-book. As I have not yet had the time to read God's Debris, this means I will not be reading it ever as I refuse to re-purchase what I already own.
Let me ask you a question: Do you re-purchase all your hardcopy books when you move to a new home and burn your original copies? Do you take all your originals to the library and make Xerox copies at $.05 per page then burn the originals? No? Then why do you expect my understanding or support when you demand that I do precisely that with an e-book?
I completely understand authors desire to protect their work; what you are doing does not do that. Anyone with modest programming skills can capture anything that is put to the screen. I would not be surprised to find pirate copies already available on the net. All you are doing is alienating Mr. Adams' (and any other authors you publish) long-time fans.
[My original complaint about Digital Owl did in fact elicit a number of offers of the e-book as an ASCII text file, which I promptly accepted and forever banished Digital Owl to the trash bin. As I purchased a copy of the book, it cannot be considered piracy by any legal or moral standard.]
Ric Frost
http://www.rdfrost.com/
From: Randy Janis
Sent: Monday, June 11, 2001 4:06 PM
To: Ric Frost
Subject: RE: eBook Purchase: God's Debris
Dear Mr. Ric Frost,
As stated in my previous email, we have enabled your account so that you can download the content to your new computer, which will not require you to repurchase the content.
[If you go back and read his e-mail, this is not what he said; he said he reset my account to allow the activation of the print option, not downloading a copy to my new PC.]
In the event a customer has to reformat their system or purchase a new PC we can provide a new link for the content, but we do not provide additional links just because a user wants it on another computer as this could provide a means for unauthorized distribution. [I said right from the start that I had purchased a new PC and was transferring everything to my new PC. I never asked for "an additional link just because a user wants it on another computer". We will leave for now the legal right I have under Fair Use to make as many copies of anything that I own that I wish to make. Just another indication as to how clueless this moron is.] All eBook systems work this way as the main goal is to protect the distribution channels for the author and the rights to the content are tied to the computer.
I apologize for the misunderstanding and hope you enjoy the content.
Thank You,
Randy M. Janis
Customer Service Manager
DigitalOwl, Inc.
www.digitalowl.com
phone: (407)681-2788 x246
fax : (407)681-3478
From: Ric Frost
Sent: Wednesday, June 13, 2001 12:30 AM
To: 'Randy Janis'
Subject: RE: eBook Purchase: God's Debris
All e-book systems most certainly do not work this way, but that seems at this point to be irrelevant. In any case, the link simply downloads a 662-byte file called gvf that doesn't seem to do anything.
Ric Frost
http://www.rdfrost.com/
[Note that the process for installing Digital Owl e-books had completely changed during this conversation. If I had thought about it for five seconds I should have figured to download the software, but by this point, I was beyond fooling around in these clowns' crap-laden web site looking for a download link.]
From: Randy Janis
Sent: Thursday, June 14, 2001 12:54 PM
To: Ric Frost
Subject: RE: eBook Purchase: God's Debris
Dear Ric Frost,
Prior to downloading your content you must have TitleVision installed on your system and we have included a link below to download TitleVision. Once installed, TitleVision will able handle the process of downloading and unlocking your content as done during your initial purchase. If you have saved the "gvf.egg" file to disk, connect to the internet (after TitleVision is installed) and double click on the file in order to initiate the download process. TitleVision will then start automatically, and you will be asked to register prior to downloading your content. Once registered, click on the 'Download My Content Now' button on the download assistant window and your content will be downloaded to the New Content shelf.
Please feel free to call toll free at (866)681-2788 between 9am-9pm and we will gladly assist you in the downloading of your content.
Download TitleVision: [URL deleted]
Thank You,
Randy M. Janis
Customer Service Manager
DigitalOwl, Inc.
From: Ric Frost
Sent: Tuesday, June 19, 2001 11:30 PM
To: 'Randy Janis'
Subject: RE: eBook Purchase: God's Debris
Sorry for the delay; it's been one of those weeks.
That did the trick; at least until my hard drive crashes or I drop my Palm Pilot.
Interesting sentence in the intro [of Scott Adams' book]: "For maximum enjoyment, share your legal copy with a smart friend and then discuss it while enjoying a tasty beverage." How precisely did Mr. Adams intend for me to do that?
In any case; good luck.
Ric Frost
http://www.rdfrost.com/
And that is the last I ever heard from Digital Owl. As I said I received the book as a plain text file which I can convert to Palm file format with a free utility and read it as much as I like on any device I prefer and transfer it to any number of PC's. I see Scott Adams has come out with a sequel. If I bother, I think I will just buy hard copy from Amazon. Much simpler.
Michigan Temperature Conversion Chart
Another old one. It's hung around in my inbox long enough that it is relevant again:
+70 degrees:
Texans turn on the heat and unpack the thermal underwear.
In Michigan, people go swimming in the lakes.
+60 degrees:
North Carolinians try to turn on the heat.
People in Michigan plant gardens.
+50 degrees:
Californians shiver uncontrollably.
People in Michigan sunbathe.
+40 degrees:
Italian & English cars won't start.
People in Michigan drive with the windows down.
+30 degrees:
Distilled water freezes.
Lake Michigan water gets thicker.
+20 degrees:
Floridians wear coats, long underwear, gloves and woolly hats.
People in Michigan throw on a flannel shirt.
+15 degrees:
Philadelphia landlords finally turn on the heat.
People in Michigan have the last cookout before it gets cold.
+10 degrees:
People in Miami all die.
People from Michigan lick a flagpole for fun.
0 degrees:
Californians fly to Mexico.
People in Michigan look for their winter coats.
-20 degrees:
Hollywood disintegrates.
The Girl Scouts in Michigan are selling cookies door to door.
-60 degrees:
Polar bears begin to evacuate the Artic.
Michigan Boy Scouts postpone "Winter Survival" classes....until it gets cold enough.
-80 degrees:
Mount St Helen's freezes.
People in Michigan rent some videos.
-100 degrees:
Santa Claus abandons the North Pole.
Michiganians get frustrated because they can't thaw a keg.
-297 degrees:
Microbial life no longer survives on dairy products.
Cows in Michigan complain about farmers with cold hands.
-460 degrees:
ALL atomic motion stops (absolute zero in Kelvin scale)
People in Michigan start saying, "Cold 'nuff for ya?"
-500 degrees:
Hell freezes over.
The Lions win the Super Bowl!
+70 degrees:
Texans turn on the heat and unpack the thermal underwear.
In Michigan, people go swimming in the lakes.
+60 degrees:
North Carolinians try to turn on the heat.
People in Michigan plant gardens.
+50 degrees:
Californians shiver uncontrollably.
People in Michigan sunbathe.
+40 degrees:
Italian & English cars won't start.
People in Michigan drive with the windows down.
+30 degrees:
Distilled water freezes.
Lake Michigan water gets thicker.
+20 degrees:
Floridians wear coats, long underwear, gloves and woolly hats.
People in Michigan throw on a flannel shirt.
+15 degrees:
Philadelphia landlords finally turn on the heat.
People in Michigan have the last cookout before it gets cold.
+10 degrees:
People in Miami all die.
People from Michigan lick a flagpole for fun.
0 degrees:
Californians fly to Mexico.
People in Michigan look for their winter coats.
-20 degrees:
Hollywood disintegrates.
The Girl Scouts in Michigan are selling cookies door to door.
-60 degrees:
Polar bears begin to evacuate the Artic.
Michigan Boy Scouts postpone "Winter Survival" classes....until it gets cold enough.
-80 degrees:
Mount St Helen's freezes.
People in Michigan rent some videos.
-100 degrees:
Santa Claus abandons the North Pole.
Michiganians get frustrated because they can't thaw a keg.
-297 degrees:
Microbial life no longer survives on dairy products.
Cows in Michigan complain about farmers with cold hands.
-460 degrees:
ALL atomic motion stops (absolute zero in Kelvin scale)
People in Michigan start saying, "Cold 'nuff for ya?"
-500 degrees:
Hell freezes over.
The Lions win the Super Bowl!
I started cleaning out my inbox and found this that I had written over a year ago. I'm pretty sure I never posted it here. It was written in response to a column written by Noah Knox titled "GM Talking to Unions, Not Christians"
In the ordinary course of things, I wouldn't even be reading a Knox column. It's not that I have anything against him personally, but he just seems to live in a different world than I do. But the title on this piece was just so over-the-top ridiculous that I had to click and see why on earth GM would give a rip what Christians thought over what its union employees thought (some of whom I presume are Christians). Anyway, the article was off-the-wall enough that I did something I rarely do: wrote a response. It was never published (which I didn't expect), nor was I even acknowledged (which I did expect). Obviously, Knox Knows All and isn't interested in the views of a peon like myself even to the extent to send an automated reply acknowledging that I took the time to engage in his article. Anyway, the great thing about the internet is even though Knox didn't think my response to be worthy his time, I can still inflict it on other helpless victims.
In the ordinary course of things, I wouldn't even be reading a Knox column. It's not that I have anything against him personally, but he just seems to live in a different world than I do. But the title on this piece was just so over-the-top ridiculous that I had to click and see why on earth GM would give a rip what Christians thought over what its union employees thought (some of whom I presume are Christians). Anyway, the article was off-the-wall enough that I did something I rarely do: wrote a response. It was never published (which I didn't expect), nor was I even acknowledged (which I did expect). Obviously, Knox Knows All and isn't interested in the views of a peon like myself even to the extent to send an automated reply acknowledging that I took the time to engage in his article. Anyway, the great thing about the internet is even though Knox didn't think my response to be worthy his time, I can still inflict it on other helpless victims.
GM isn't talking to Christians, because GM has no reason to care what Christians think. This isn't because GM has been taken over by godless humanists trying to push Christians out of the mainstream. It is because for the last 150 years, Christians in the US have taken every conceivable step to make themselves irrelevant in our society by surrendering one area of influence after another to the government.
Schools:
Nearly every Christian agrees that our schools are trying to indoctrinate our children in beliefs contrary to what we as parents want them to learn. Unfortunately, it was Protestant Christians who decided to use compulsory government education to indoctrinate Catholic children in Protestantism. Many warned at the time that the system would eventually turn on its creators, but to no effect. It did, and the response of the Christian community was to ignore the problem until it was far too late, then walk away.
Marriage:
Who's bright idea was it to have the government license marriage? Who's bright idea was it to require a minister to obtain a government license to be able to perform weddings? What possible reason could there have been for the Church to surrender marriage, the foundation of Godly society, to the government? I'll give you a hint: it's the same people who created our godless public education system. Once again, the Church pretended everything was fine until too late. Now, no one can understand why the Church feels it should have a say in the debate on homosexual marriage because there are precious few left alive that remember that the Church once defined marriage. You can't abandon something on the side of the road, then complain about how someone else uses it.
Welfare/Medicaid
The Old and New Testaments both repeatedly state who is to care for the poor. It isn't the government. The job fell to the government when Christians in western society became more concerned with using what God had entrusted to them for their own glory rather than His. The government did what all governments do; create a bureaucracy that feeds itself and allows the poor to eat the crumbs from its table. The Church quotes verses like Proverbs 6:6-11 and pretends it didn't create the problem.
Social Security/Medicare:
From the Ten Commandments to Paul's epistles, who is charged with financially supporting my parents? Again, it isn't the government. Now our entire nation, and every nation that imitated us, faces a total financial meltdown as first Medicare, then Social Security begin eating us alive. Meanwhile, the Church sits on the sidelines, silent.
There is a wall that separates the Church from the rest of society, but it wasn't put there by its enemies. It was built brick by brick by the people inside the Church itself. Now Christians find themselves surrounded by this wall, shouting in vain trying to get those outside to listen, without a clue that those outside do not know or care what they are saying. I know this intimately because I have watched it happen first-hand as a deacon and leader of the youth ministries in my local church.
Is the situation hopeless? Certainly not, but the remedy will not be quick and will require Christians of every stripe to actively engage in society. Here are a few specific things you can do right now that won't cost you anything except some of your time:
Instead of watching Rush Limbaugh, use the time to read and study the Bible. Start in the gospels and pay particular attention to how and to whom Jesus did ministry. He went to where the people were, even if it meant entering Samaria, rather than sitting in the temple and waiting for the crowds to show up. He didn't spend a lot of time preaching to "religious" people; He spent most of His time with prostitutes, tax collectors, lepers, and the like. Who are the lepers in your community that your church shuns? Where is the Samaria in your town that no one in your church would be caught dead in?
Instead of spending two hours every day listening to talk radio (the converted preaching to the converted) grab a couple cold bottles of water and head across the street. If you're like 90% of the Christians I know, you have lived across from the same people for 10 years and don't even know their names. Introduce yourself, offer a water, and have a conversation. Don't beat him over the head with your KJV Bible or stuff his mailbox with literature telling him he will burn in hell forever. Instead, engage him and live Christ's love in front of him.
The next time you feel moved to write a letter to your congress critter about how all those lazy welfare people need to get a job or starve, use the time instead to volunteer at a local shelter. Find out first hand what it really means to be flat broke in the middle of a society that uses wealth as the only measure of self-worth. If the experience doesn't move you to tears, beg God to forgive you and break the callous around your soul.
The next time you feel the need to vent about what the kids in your local school wear or how they talk or what music they listen to, don't waste your time at the next school board meeting. Find the teens in your church (you may have to search a bit; most churches hide them well out of sight) and offer to help them set up a student-led Bible study. If the school refuses to allow it on-campus, offer to open your home. I'm with teens most of the time; they don't bite, are mostly housebroken, and, amazingly, they're just people like you and me, trying to find answers in a world that treats them like interchangeable economic units whose only purpose is to consume ever greater quantities of stuff. A little unconditional love can literally work miracles.
If every person in the Church did just these four simple things, I wouldn't have to contact GM (how exactly does one contact a non-existent entity anyway?) to let them know how I feel. The men and women who own and operate the company would already know.
Busy weekend; we drove down state for Debbie's mom's birthday. It was a surprise party, which explains why I didn't have anything here about what we were doing and where we would be. Anyway, the surprise was complete, largely as a result of a month-long campaign by her children to lie to her at every conceivable opportunity. The party went well Saturday afternoon. The main course was deep-fried turkey. That alone was the price of admission. We stayed the night Saturday and started working our way back home around 1pm or so. We got home in time to unload the car, relax for about 5 minutes, then head back into town for evening service. I didn't have time to shave or change, so I was there scruffy and in jeans. Of course, I had forgotten that we were planning on having Communion. Normally I serve, being a deacon and all. That would have really looked cute. Fortunately, I was spared because there were enough other deacons appropriately dressed that I got to take a buy this time.
The solar panels kept us in business while we were gone. We are having a hard time keeping the batteries up to charge mainly due to temperature compensation. The inverter reduces the load automatically when the battery temp goes below 70 degrees F, which means the capacity is effectively reduced by some fraction. What that means is that what we get from the solar panels is almost completely offset by what we lose to the temp compensation and the extra we are using to run the heat at night. I had thought about looking into a way to heat the power shed. We won't be able to do that this winter, but I will certainly be working on something before next winter. I had hoped to work on getting additional solar panels before worrying about other improvements, but maybe a heat source makes more sense as the next step.
The X-Prize has been won by the flawless flight of a private spaceship. In 20 or 30 years, this date will be important. Make sure you remember where you were and when you first heard of this.
Fred Reed has a new article that needs to be discussed. It won't be. As a nation, we will (or our decendents will) suffer for that. As many have said; there are things we can't fix and there are things we won't fix. We know how to educate people because we have done it in the past. What man has done, man can aspire to. We simply no longer wish to. I've been watching the Kalkaska schools implode over the last few years. It isn't pretty, and the natives realize they have been screwed and are getting restless. Dark age indeed.
I need to go home and do homework. Later.
The solar panels kept us in business while we were gone. We are having a hard time keeping the batteries up to charge mainly due to temperature compensation. The inverter reduces the load automatically when the battery temp goes below 70 degrees F, which means the capacity is effectively reduced by some fraction. What that means is that what we get from the solar panels is almost completely offset by what we lose to the temp compensation and the extra we are using to run the heat at night. I had thought about looking into a way to heat the power shed. We won't be able to do that this winter, but I will certainly be working on something before next winter. I had hoped to work on getting additional solar panels before worrying about other improvements, but maybe a heat source makes more sense as the next step.
The X-Prize has been won by the flawless flight of a private spaceship. In 20 or 30 years, this date will be important. Make sure you remember where you were and when you first heard of this.
Fred Reed has a new article that needs to be discussed. It won't be. As a nation, we will (or our decendents will) suffer for that. As many have said; there are things we can't fix and there are things we won't fix. We know how to educate people because we have done it in the past. What man has done, man can aspire to. We simply no longer wish to. I've been watching the Kalkaska schools implode over the last few years. It isn't pretty, and the natives realize they have been screwed and are getting restless. Dark age indeed.
I need to go home and do homework. Later.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Today was our first day converting sun into electricity. We aren't getting as much out of them as I had hoped, but it is getting pretty late in the year. I already have them up at the winter angle. It's a little early for that, but I figured there wasn't any point in setting them at the summer angle for two weeks, then moving them back.
Anyway, I'm hoping this will at least cut down on the amount of gas we put through the generator. We've been doing good on the fuel front, but this will help us do even better.
Well, I need to get to bed. I just noticed that I had not posted anything in a while and figured I would take a second to put something up here.
To make up for today's short post, go read this on why our schools suck. It's a long essay, but worth every minute to read. I will be adding this guy to my links.
Later.
Anyway, I'm hoping this will at least cut down on the amount of gas we put through the generator. We've been doing good on the fuel front, but this will help us do even better.
Well, I need to get to bed. I just noticed that I had not posted anything in a while and figured I would take a second to put something up here.
To make up for today's short post, go read this on why our schools suck. It's a long essay, but worth every minute to read. I will be adding this guy to my links.
Later.
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Blogger ate my post for today. Ordinarily, that would be no great loss, but this time I had actually typed quite a bit. It was probably my fault; I didn't want to lose the post if something went crazy, so I was trying to copy/paste what I had typed and something went wrong. I have no idea what; what I had typed just disappeared. So this is a redo which means it will be shorter and more to the point.
Yesterday was college again. Only three more class sessions to go. It's hard to imagine that it has been 18 months already. At the same time, it seems like I've been doing this forever. I don't remember what it is like to not have 100 pages of reading and a 10-page paper hanging over my head every single week, week after week, without any breaks or end in site.
The real question is what is next. I can't see myself in graduate school at this point. For one thing, I need to pay for this program first. I've been paying for all this with student loans, so I have to pay it all back before anything else. I'm also not sure that I really want to go to seminary at this point in any case. This program has been very practical; from what I hear, most seminaries are starting to get the idea, but they are still in transition from academic to practical. Maybe they will have it together by the time I'm ready. Or not. The funny thing is that I got into all this because I wanted to take some Greek and Hebrew classes, which only seem to exist in seminary. None of the seminaries I talked to would even allow me to audit a class unless I had a bachelors degree. So now it is 18 months and $20,000 later, and I still don't have my Greek or Hebrew. I do need to take 15 credits of Bible courses. It looks like Moody does have some entry-level Greek courses that I can take by mail or online. I need to nail down what Cornerstone will transfer from Moody. I tried to get some information last night, but of course Cornerstone makes that as difficult as possible. Understandable from a marketing perspective; Moody runs on funds from an endowment so their classes cost less than half of what Cornerstone charges. Of course, I thought this was a Christian college that was interested in preparing students for ministry, not a business. My mistake.
In any case, I've been doing a lot of thinking about what comes next. I have known for some time that I was not comfortable where I am at. The average church today just doesn't seem to work, at least in terms of what is described in the book of Acts. I thought it was just me until I began this program and started to talk to others that felt the same way. I started studying and brainstorming with some of my study group and we came up with some ideas. It's something that Debbie and I can start doing right now. The problem is what the reaction in our church will be. Because so many families have left the church recently, emotions are running high with a lot of talk of loyalty and such. If we start a ministry that is separate from the church, it will not likely be taken well.
The biggest tie we have is our kids. I can't leave them, and I don't think Debbie ever could either. But there isn't much else that is really keeping us there. I would like to finish out my term on the board, but it's not like the world will end if I don't. I don't feel I have contributed much of anything. In fact, I often wonder just what it is we do that is so vital. We never talk about anything of substance; just building maintenance and budgets. We never talk about why we do what we do, if what we do has any measurable results, if there may be a better way to accomplish the same goals, etc. The rest of it is just an endless series of tasks. I never get to talk to people on Sunday morning because of all the scurrying around I end up doing. We keep trying to redefine Sunday evening service as something other than "Sunday Morning Lite," but it keeps slipping back into that. Most weeks it is all I can do to stay conscious. Even the endless demands to have more activities for the youth is starting to really wear on me. It's even starting to wear on the teens; we just have too much planned. All of our meetings are consumed by planning events. I would much rather see our time and money spent to make the youth rooms less like dungeons (the teens' opinion, not mine), developing some meaningful lesson plans so we have some idea what we are covering in the seven years we have these kids, and developing ourselves as leaders.
In any case, it's late and I'm rambling.
Yesterday was college again. Only three more class sessions to go. It's hard to imagine that it has been 18 months already. At the same time, it seems like I've been doing this forever. I don't remember what it is like to not have 100 pages of reading and a 10-page paper hanging over my head every single week, week after week, without any breaks or end in site.
The real question is what is next. I can't see myself in graduate school at this point. For one thing, I need to pay for this program first. I've been paying for all this with student loans, so I have to pay it all back before anything else. I'm also not sure that I really want to go to seminary at this point in any case. This program has been very practical; from what I hear, most seminaries are starting to get the idea, but they are still in transition from academic to practical. Maybe they will have it together by the time I'm ready. Or not. The funny thing is that I got into all this because I wanted to take some Greek and Hebrew classes, which only seem to exist in seminary. None of the seminaries I talked to would even allow me to audit a class unless I had a bachelors degree. So now it is 18 months and $20,000 later, and I still don't have my Greek or Hebrew. I do need to take 15 credits of Bible courses. It looks like Moody does have some entry-level Greek courses that I can take by mail or online. I need to nail down what Cornerstone will transfer from Moody. I tried to get some information last night, but of course Cornerstone makes that as difficult as possible. Understandable from a marketing perspective; Moody runs on funds from an endowment so their classes cost less than half of what Cornerstone charges. Of course, I thought this was a Christian college that was interested in preparing students for ministry, not a business. My mistake.
In any case, I've been doing a lot of thinking about what comes next. I have known for some time that I was not comfortable where I am at. The average church today just doesn't seem to work, at least in terms of what is described in the book of Acts. I thought it was just me until I began this program and started to talk to others that felt the same way. I started studying and brainstorming with some of my study group and we came up with some ideas. It's something that Debbie and I can start doing right now. The problem is what the reaction in our church will be. Because so many families have left the church recently, emotions are running high with a lot of talk of loyalty and such. If we start a ministry that is separate from the church, it will not likely be taken well.
The biggest tie we have is our kids. I can't leave them, and I don't think Debbie ever could either. But there isn't much else that is really keeping us there. I would like to finish out my term on the board, but it's not like the world will end if I don't. I don't feel I have contributed much of anything. In fact, I often wonder just what it is we do that is so vital. We never talk about anything of substance; just building maintenance and budgets. We never talk about why we do what we do, if what we do has any measurable results, if there may be a better way to accomplish the same goals, etc. The rest of it is just an endless series of tasks. I never get to talk to people on Sunday morning because of all the scurrying around I end up doing. We keep trying to redefine Sunday evening service as something other than "Sunday Morning Lite," but it keeps slipping back into that. Most weeks it is all I can do to stay conscious. Even the endless demands to have more activities for the youth is starting to really wear on me. It's even starting to wear on the teens; we just have too much planned. All of our meetings are consumed by planning events. I would much rather see our time and money spent to make the youth rooms less like dungeons (the teens' opinion, not mine), developing some meaningful lesson plans so we have some idea what we are covering in the seven years we have these kids, and developing ourselves as leaders.
In any case, it's late and I'm rambling.
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