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Other than the Amish farmer neighbors building mega-barn it’s a nice quiet Friday afternoon.
Everyone masked here at the airport except those dining.
I am hoping to run into some of the Deeber beer folks in July up in The Old North State. And of course, a tailgate in the fall!
Your trip this way fell through I guess, or did you just blow me off and leave me hanging? Not that I am an angry vengeful guy of course. . . .
Naked Aggression is also apparently a political punk bad from Madison, WI.
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“The Clash is the only band that matters.”
True forty years ago. Still true today.
For those who have never really listened to The Clash — or maybe know just “Rock the Casbah” and “Should I Stay or Should I Go” — do yourself a favor and find time to crank London Calling from beginning to end. Seriously.
I like Jolie but she should never play someone with a physical profession. It defies belief.
I dunno, Jolie strikes me as the kind of woman you definitely want on your side in a bar fight.
Actresses that are much less likely to be firefighters, IMHO: Reese Witherspoon, Emma Stone, Meg Ryan, Drew Barrymore, Claire Danes, Kirsten Dunst, Liv Tyler, Cher, Selena Gomez, Salma Hayak, Halle Berry. ;)
Meryl Strep, of course, would be completely convincing as a firefighter. She's probably spend a month hiking with a 50lb pack of gear to get ready to play the role.
Oh, bar fight, absolutely! She’d break a bottle and stab and claw and bite. Got that crazy short term spurt strength. No doubt!
Can she hump 50 pounds of gear for 10 miles in blazing heat? Zero chance. The water loss from dehydration alone would be more than she could handle. Can you imagine her swinging a 20 pound pick to dig a trench?
No, just no. She’d fall over.
Blueteuf likely has the much better stories here, but I've had to do this with a 60 lbs pack. Carrying a 60. The fires that we had to put out were mainly started by us(accidental) and relatively small. And an additional duty, not the main function. I lost nearly 20 lbs in six weeks eating thousands and thousands of calories a day.
Uhm, yeah, I can. She strikes me as the kind of person that if you told her there was no way she could hump 50 pounds of gear in the blazing heat, she'd do it just so she could spit in your face at the end of it. That said, I take your point. She doesn't look like she could do that.
I don't look like I could finish a marathon. (Some would argue that I can't.)
I know a bunch of Navy Seals. They all look fit and tough, but I couldn't pick the ones that are going to finish Seal training out of a group of other fit military men based on looks alone. Being able to do this stuff is partially mental.
OK - bragging post - a former Navy Seal once said to me, and I quote, "That's some very good situational awareness." It ranks up there with the time an Irish maternity nurse called me a hard (rhymes with class) as one of the best compliments I've ever received.
Oh this is such a fun topic! How people respond in a crisis is one of the most fascinating things to me. I have been with Ivy League folks who absolutely could not handle pressure and I have been with people of modest intellectual capabilities who were superb in a crisis. I was really worried about how I would respond in a crisis. I remember being abjectly terrified of doing chest compressions on a baby in a code situation. It weighed on my mind when I first started in the NICU. I wasn't the world's greatest clinical student. There are two types of clinicians, the technicians and the theoreticians. I was firmly in the latter camp as a student. I was our valedictorian but I was one of the worst students in clinical. I'm not the type who learns via a hands-on style. I need the theory and to make connections and really understand things from a theoretical perspective. I remember after my first code being surprised that I just jumped in and did what I was supposed to do. That was a big turning point in my career. I could do what needed to be done and didn't need to be told when or how to do it. I really had my doubts before that.
I dated this girl in high school whose father was this big burly ex-UT linesman. He could not deal with the sight of blood. We were water skiing at possum kingdom one day and my girlfriend got her finger caught between the skis and rope and it took all her skin off one finger. Not a life or death situation but it was pretty nasty. Anyway, he fainted and I jumped in the water.
Obviously not a hugely consequential event but I was amazed at how this guy was not only useless but made the situation worse because he had to be tended to as well and couldn’t drive the boat home. I mean, he couldn’t help it but, yeesh, I thought parental protection instinct would kick in.
This is neither here nor there but I’ve noticed in the past year that I have a real issue mixing up homophones.
Something that always fascinates me is just how bad most people are at placing their abilities in context with the abilities of their peers. People who are not as skilled as their peers have a tendency to overrate themselves and underrate those who are more skilled than they are. They tend to see everyone as existing in the same plane. Those who are extraordinary skilled can suffer from two problems. They can assume everyone else is just as skilled as they are, thereby underrating themselves and overrating their peers. Or they can come to believe that no one else is as skilled as they are. I think I'm pretty good at evaluation oh, and I think that comes from playing point guard. Or maybe I'm fantastically bad at it and just don't know.
Michael Lewis, author of Moneyball, The Big Short, and other books, reads the first chapter of his next book, The Preminition: A Pandemic Story, in the latest episode of his Against the Rules podcast. In it he covers the story of a county Chief Health Officer. She draws a similar conclusion, the big burly dudes are good for moving stuff, etc. but quite useless in myriad other situations requiring bravery.
Ok - you are imagining something way different than what the reality was, so, I'll tell you. The Navy Seal and I were on the same team in a trivia contest conducted between the 1st and 2nd periods of a Harvard hockey game. One of the questions was "How many Ivy League Championships have been won by the Harvard men's hockey team?" and I looked up at the Ivy League Champions banner hanging above the rink and counted the years listed on the men's side. I said however many it was, he said, "How did you know that?" I pointed to the banner and said, "I counted." He looked at me with what I remember as a fair bit of admiration and said, "That's some very good situational awareness." (I do find in life that I am more aware of my surroundings than the average person.)
The Irish maternity nurse gave me the complement when I had to go to the NICU to nurse T-Bone (his birth was an emergency situation and he spent 2 days in the NICU), she said that they could get me a wheelchair and I responded with, "I can walk!" and she responded with, "Oh, you're a hard _ _ _" and I said, "Thank you."
The biggest takeaway from this pandemic for me is going to be that I like way fewer people than I thought I did. And I don't think it's ever coming back. It's always going to linger in the back of my mind that there was a group of people who didn't care about other people. And this is not public policy, this is science. Lest anyone get upset.
I don't get into fights, I break them up.
Another true story from the Bostondevil thinks she's a bad _ _ _ vault. I'm at karaoke with a bunch of theater friends. Our favorite karaoke bar (the late, great Sports Depot in Waltham), had karaoke on one side of the bar and pool rooms on the other. We theater karaoke types usually shut the place down but one night I'm heading out early and as I step between two 20 somethings (who have come from the pool rooms) to leave, I can tell that words are being exchanged. I come to a dead stop between them. I look from one to the other and decide on the spot who is the drunkest and/or biggest hothead then turn to the other. By then I have noticed each has a wing man. I say to the less drunk of the two, "Are y'all looking to spend the night in lock up?", thinking that a mom with a Southern accent in a Boston area bar might get some cover. More words are exchanged over my head. I go to the wing man of the less drunk one while shaking my head indicating that he is supposed to say no, "Hey, he gets himself arrested are you going to bail him out?" "No." I turn back to the less drunk one, "Do you really want to get arrested tonight?" "No." "Then walk away. I'm going to stand here until you walk away. And you, wing man, it's your job to make sure he doesn't come back cause I'm not staying much longer." Then I turn to the drunker one and I say, "I have had to bail my own son out one too many times. If your mother was going to be the one bailing you out, I decided to save her the trouble, one mom to another." And then I look over at my male theater buddy who has watched this whole encounter and I feel terrible. He knew something was up and he has this, oh geez, what has Bostondevil done this time and am I going to have to go rescue her look on his face. What a great dude. I had my own, very reluctant, wing man and I didn't even know it. I said, "No worries, problem over. Sorry about that." Then I left. Reports from my theater friends, no fight happened that night. (I have never had to bail any of my sons out of jail. White lies.)
Breaking out the grill for the first time this season.
I was just twisting a top off a Mayo jar and lost my grip. The top went flying out of my hand, hit the counter and then bounced into my water cup where it promptly dispersed its goop into my drink.
I may need to call it a night.
Pinto beans w/onions, fried fatback, garlic toast. My favorite meal from childhood. We had a big pot of beans on Mondays, then ate leftovers until about Thursday. Never got tired of it.
(The wife is out of town. She won’t let me cook it/eat it when she’s home. She also insists that I indulge at least 24 hours before she returns ... sort of a cooling off period.)
For the first grilling of the season we are going with burgers with blue cheese, balsamic mushrooms and roast garlic.
Sadly, I've known for a long time that public health was not a concern for most people, but I did still believe that we would pull together as Americans against a common threat if it every really came down to it. That's out the window.
I haven't really lost any friends, but I have lost a willingness to listen to the opinions of a bunch of them. If I can't respect your intelligence, I don't give your thoughts on any policy issues much weight.
If there is an extinction level meteor coming and getting to a secret military underground bunker is the only hope of survival for you and your family and you actually get the there despite all odds, then your wife will forgive your infidelity. But that is the only pathway to reconciliation.
Pretty sure I nailed the moral of that story.
Right, that’s why “family” for me moving forward is chosen. In my case, it’ll be roughly a 50/50 breakdown of people I’m actually related to and then friends whom I trust and love that deeply. But not all “family” are relatives for me anymore, and not all relatives are family.
Yup.
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On Friday our son graduated from VaTech. A great day and accomplishment for a fine young man.
Yesterday, I shaved my beard(!), clambered into my uniform for the first time in 10+ years, and commissioned him a 2ndLt in the USMC. The uniform was a "dad prank" - as only my bride knew of my intention. The rest of the family was totally unprepared - and the prankster in me was appropriately rewarded.
My sincere worries that I'd be making his day about me proved unfounded. And our family has photos that could never have been achieved in any other way.
..headed out for a 50 minute jog and to see if the Virginia sunshine can dry my wet cheeks.
I do not recommend DIY expressing your dog’s glands.
Good news! I've got gas!
True. But conflict inspires great art. BostonDevil surely knows this but the Shakespeare line, “Use me but as your spaniel—spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me. Only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you” was inspired by the bard’s dog’s own gland dilemmas.
Heading out in a few minutes. Driving to DC today (with plans to fill up before getting all the way, maybe Delaware) then round trip DC to Williamsburg and back on Tuesday, then back to Boston on Wednesday. Picking up T-Bone from W&M.
The Quarantine Adventures of T-Bone and The Drewsk can recommence on Thursday. T-Bone will be the last in the family to be vaxxed. He's the only one without his first shot. He'll get one as soon as I can get him an appointment after we get back. After that, the adventure saga will need a new title. Speaking of adventure sagas, T-Bone will be taking courses in Old English (finally!) and Arthurian Literature in the fall.
Dogs really do seem like so much work. I like that cats don't need much and I sort of like that my cat supplements his diet. That being said, I do I feel like I would enjoy being able to take a dog in the back of a pickup truck and take a dog out to eat at outside restaurants.
Dogs are a good bit of work up front, and then depending on the breed, the daily "work" is really more fun and a positive introduction to one's routine. Like, it's good for you to go for a walk every day because your animal needs one.
The emotional companionship is also very real. I've learned that very acutely in the last year-plus.
I'm not mad at cat lovers (you may not fight me, for example), but cats creep me out. Plus I'm quite allergic anyway.
I am also a closet loner. In a perfect world I would never have a pet. I do like my family and I love to hang out with them. I have been called an omnivert and that sounds right. I love to be around people, but I need to be alone to recharge. This is why travel is good for me, because I get to go be alone and I relish that. Plus I saw that picture man. I would rather fight Aimo and she is TERRIFYING.
I don't do knives, or Russians.
Your wife is a wise woman.
Sadly, this is true for me as well. I have several cousins in whom I am deeply disappointed.
Yum! Anything with blue cheese and balsamic, and mushrooms!
This.
Way too much information!
I am NOT terrifying. Just don't mess with me.
Went down a slide and swing in a swing for the first time in years this morning.
I just finished doing my family's taxes. Yeah, it's late, but my father-in-law started special accounts for my kids and nobody told me. They were successful enough accounts that, even though my kids didn't have their own paying jobs during the pandemic and shouldn't have had to file their taxes, it turns out that the investment income meant that they did. Which proved to be one heck of a lot harder to accomplish than I had anticipated.
But the job is finally done, thank goodness, just under the wire.
A very good problem, and a signature move for my father-in-law: Do something extremely nice for someone, but do it in such a way that nobody knows about it until long after it happens. He was a handyman for the local pool in his spare time for many, many years, and folks would mention something odd was broken and make it clear that they'd given up on it ever being fixed, and he would design something to solve the problem (he's an engineer by trade) and install it in the off hours on a random weeknight without saying a word. The person who complained would often find out days or even weeks later, and would have to seek him out just to thank him. Good guy, he just doesn't want you to know it.
^ provocation cleverly deterred
Nothing in this world annoys me like an inefficient process based on the fact that it has always been done this way.
SNL was good this week. Been some quality sketches last couple episodes.
I finally remembered to put my rain gauge out. It collected just over 2.5 inches between 8:45 and 12:45 this morning. It has been raining hard off and on all day. I think it might be overflowing when I get home tonight (early tomorrow morning?).
https://twitter.com/JeffPennerKSHB/s...ghout-the-area
A little further east from where I crossed it. This area has always had flooding. They finally tore down the strip mall that was flooded several time in just a few years. They had to do high water rescues there - even going through the roof one time.
It's raining in Arkansas and the hotel I'm staying at is attached to the Civic Center. I found an unlocked door and broke in so I could exercise in a desolate but enclosed space. I'm both proud of and somewhat disappointed in myself.
80s this week, spraying the hostas to keep the deer away, hoses get hooked up for good today, what a big, big day!
We’ve had a string of perfect spring days but it’s getting up to 90 later this week.
Waiting for the spotted lantern flies to emerge so the battle can begin anew.
They can be pretty destructive to certain agriculture. They came over 6 or so years ago from Asia and landed at a quarry in SE PA. They’ve just exploded despite containment efforts.
Don’t know if they’ll make it to you. They’re everywhere where we are and feed on trees. I’ve got a few trees so infested the trunks are black from their poo.
It’s a planthopper and not a true fly and there are PSAs teaching us all to smash them. All the elementary school kids know.
https://www.agriculture.pa.gov/Plants_Land_Water/PlantIndustry/Entomology/spotted_lanternfly/SpottedLanternflyAlert/Pages/default.aspx
Watching a Zoom with the 2 mid-40s billionaires that bought the new company.
I’m surprised how many “ums” one of them is dropping.
I thought that too years ago. I speak for a living and I have a certain degree of speaking polish (really I can just code-switch based on the audience). But most people who speak at conferences don't have that. Most lecturers at medical conferences have compelling research and they do stand in front of an audience, but they are not particularly great speakers.
I’m adding “Renaissance faire portapotty” to the list of my son’s diaper smells.
I somehow find myself in possession of the rather ornate George W. Jenkins Award box, a real lunker with nice hardware...
I would ordinarily have not the foggiest notion, but alas I have availed myself of The Google wherein I find that George W. Jenkins was the founder of Publix supermarkets, and this is an annual award for community service.
The other side of this somewhat bizarre coin, however, is that the box came to me containing the head of my mother in law...or, to be more precise, a rather impressive clay sculpture of my mother in law fashioned more than 60 years ago by a retired Spanish admiral.
It only gets weirder.
and The Head came with photos of The Admiral gazing at my MIL, molding the clay...it's bizarre, funny and creepy at the same time. The sculpture itself is now sitting on a tree stump in our garden, my wife thought it was too creepy to have in the house.
There's a whole lot more to this, though no way I'm fighting unless I find out you're way smaller and weaker than I am...the head was molded in the days when Carl Sagan and Allen Hynek were stopping by the MIL's home in Cadiz all the time...
Opening the box had a definite Corleone feel to it, that surprising moment when you flip the heavy wooden lid and there's a head looking at you.
I'm learning more by the minute. Moments ago my wife showed me some photos from that era that came along with The Head, there was J. Allen Hynkek (the man was ultra big in UFO investigation on behalf of the military..he was hired to debunk everything, in fact he came to acknowledge there was a lot of unexplained stuff supported by American military witnesses) cavorting with my wife's family dog... heady days those (ha).
Lots of rain while I was gone, thatch tiger stripes in the grass again.
I’m a little concerned budwom has been radio silent the rest of the day. We may have a Nic Cage National Treasure situation on our hands.
beer drinking did not commence until 5:30, so I can't blame the beer (ultimately it was two Double Bags from Long Trail). The head is fully deployed in the garden now, haven't even begun to leaf thru the nine large photo albums behind me.
The backstory (should anyone be interested) is that my wife's father was an astrophysicist educated at Ohio State...when the satellite era began in 1957, the U.S. (Harvard Smithsonian) set up a bunch of satellite tracking stages, and my wife's father was appointed to run the one in southern Spain (Cadiz). Interesting time, lots of famous people like Hynek (also a Buckeye) and Sagan were around, Spain was still under Franco, a fascist state, but it was luxurious for Americans who lived like kings...
My wife got to live like a little princess, became fluent in Spanish, on many weekends they'd put her in a donkey cart and haul her off to the bullfights...definitely a different era.
Good morning!
A classmate took a stab at it with his father's life story.
https://books.google.com/books/about...ok_description
More of a dorm mate. He was down the hall from me in House H for a couple years.
Best part of remote work hands down breaks to throw ball for my puppets on days like today.
Hah. I’m leaving that typo. It’s too good.
I consider any tax season that ends without curling up in a ball in the corner and crying during it to be a success.
It is soooooo nice outside.
My Amish neighbors have been throwing up a three story structure the past week. Amazing how fast it’s going up and how few safety measures are in place.
This is a prevalent rural methodology. An extreme case here about a decade ago, a guy built a $300,000 house very close to wetlands, he never got the necessary (copious around here) permits, and they ended up condemning the house and tearing it down...the guy rolled the dice (he knew about the permits) and lost.
Slow day.
Today in my cartoon class, we watched Tom & Jerry, Tex Avery, The Flintstones, and Scooby Doo.
Tomorrow, we watch The Secret of NIMH.
I know the Andrew Giuliani thread got locked but this old Farley sketch has to be posted:
https://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-l...d-open/2860970
Artax, no!!!!
The Neverending Story was a really scary watch for me as a child. The Gmork in his cave is also permanently imprinted and, frankly, a lot of the characters gave me the heebie jeebies. Same with that weird David Bowie puppet movie.
But, yeah, when the horse goes down, I was open-mouthed, snot-dripping bawling as a child. It was not pretty and I cannot promise if I rewatched it today, the same would not happen.