Saturday, July 18, 2009

Rally report: Saturday morning

sink picBMWMOA INTERNATIONAL RALLY, Tenn. – The sun rose into a clear blue sky this morning and I was up and moving by 7:15 a.m.

The overnight low was 63 in my tent, which made for good sleeping weather.

I decided to take advantage of the morning light and got some shots outside one of the shower trailers, including the one above.001

Wayne Garrison, the official Indy Club rally attendancemeister, declared this morning there are 60 confirmed members of the  Indianapolis BMW Club at the rally. That’s a club record for a MOA national and should be enough to get us into the top 10.

I rode the shuttle down to the free coffee shack by the beer tent for my first java jolt of the day and also discovered the fairgrounds Wifi signal doesn’t reach that far, so now I’m up at the Country Store where I can also charge my cell phone while blogging and surfing.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Hey, It’s Steve Lutz!

steve lutz The nametag says he’s Steve Lutz from Bolivar, Ohio. I don’t know him, but he has a cool hat.

Rally report: Friday midday

jim stocking dog BMW MOA INTERNATIONAL RALLY, Tenn. – I love dogs and there are several here at the rally, including Indy Club member Jim Stocking’s young pup, pictured above.

beach dogAnd Beach Motorcycle Adventures has Luke, a big friendly pup of mixed heritage.

The rain refuses to go away completely, but there are also periods of sunshine this morning.

I mentioned on Tuesday that I had to leave home without my spandex bicycle shorts because they mysteriously vanished after I got home from Daytona in March. I went on an intensive search of the vendors this morning and found what may be the best possible replacement for them – LDComfort Undergarments.

They’re made from a dual layer wicking material and the demonstration at the booth was almost as impressive as Vince and ShamWow. I bought a pair for $49 and am almost looking forward to the long ride home on Sunday to see how well the perform.

Markel Insurance is here again with a table set up in the Country markel2Store where everyone who enters the door prize drawings or buys a rally t-shirt will see them. And they’re handing out their yellow totebag/backpack things by the thousands. About every third person walking around the vendor area has one. It’s a brilliant advertising move.

There are also jail prisoners here, emptying trash barrels, cleaning restrooms and doing other chores for the public service part of their sentences. You can spot them easily because they all wear jailhouse orange scrubs. I also saw one of them this morning sporting an orange safety vest with “I AM A DRUNK DRIVER” on the back.

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Oh, yeah. I got a new nametag this morning:

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Rally report: Friday morning

shower lineBMW MOA INTERNATIONAL RALLY, Tenn. - Rain swept through this morning, starting about 4 a.m. and tapering off sometime before 7 o’clock.

I crawled out of my tent about 7:30 and stumbled down to the shower trailers. There was a line but it moved fairly quickly and I was out and clean about 30 minutes after I got in line.

My first experience with shower trailers was the primitive things they dragged in to the 1991 BMW MOA rally at Flagstaff, Ariz. They’ve come a long way since then and each iteration is better than the one before it. The experience is still pretty Spartan, but it’s reasonably efficient and there’s nothing like a shower to improve your outlook after a humid night in a tent buttoned up tight against the weather.

I dropped my shower stuff and dirty clothes at my tent and caught a shuttle down the hill to the free coffee shack being run by my other club, the BMW Riders Association of the Mid-South. I found several club friends there and took shelter in the cement block building when the sky opened up with what we hope is the last rain event of the day.

Deb Parsons had to run up to the communications building to get a fresh battery for their two-way radio, so I hitched a ride in her golf cart after the rain slacked off.

My Suunto Advisor wrist watch has an altimeter and it indicates there is about a 90-foot rise in elevation from the valley where the coffee and beer tent are situated up to the highest point in the vendor area. That’s a lot of up and down for a crowd as mature as the BMW MOA and I wonder if the two shuttles will be adequate when the attendance peaks tomorrow.

Now it’s time to get a bite to each, get my D100 and khaki vest and get back to work as a rally photographer.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Rally report: Thursday evening

beer garden panoBMW MOA INTERNATIONAL RALLY, Tenn. – Paul the photo guy found me in the cyber cafe about 3 p.m. and copied my images from the day, freeing me from the 5 p.m. photographers’ meeting.

john simpsonCruising the grounds, I ran into longtime friend John Simpson from Bloomington, Ind. and we adjourned to the beer garden for about four hours of beer and conversation.

I met John at Nepenthe in Big Sur back around 1997 when we  discovered we had identical pearl silver 1991 K100RSs with Indiana plates in the parking lot.

We bump into each other every few years, the most recent encounter being in 2005 at the BMW MOA rally in Lima, Ohio.john bud

I lost track of the number of beers, but I finally wandered off in  search of dinner. I found it at a German food stand in the form of a bratwurst with sauerkraut and a Bavarian cream puff.

The regular cyb er cafe is closed, but there is a designated area in one of the exhibition halls set aside as an after-hours cyber cafe, which means they have a table, chairs and electrical outlet where you can access the Wifi.custom paint

Custom paint job on one of the bikes to be given away at closing ceremonies.

Rally report: Thursday afternoon

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Nicole from Pretoria, South Africa, uses her bike’s rear view mirror to fix her hair.

BMW MOA INTERNATIONAL RALLY, Tenn. -  I’ve been wandering around the rally, shooting people and things and sweating profusely in the high humidity.

It was still in the mid-70s the last time I checked, but it feels much hotter.

I ran into Indy Club friend Brian Fendlay awhile ago and he pointed out one of the six gnomes he and his wife have been moving around the grounds. Here’s one now:

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There was also a big line outside the homemade ice cream stand. I assume the ice cream was homemade, not the stand.ice cream pano

BMW MOA Rally: Thursday morning

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BMWMOA INTERNATIONAL RALLY, Tenn. - I’m in the air conditioned Cyber Cafe where the Wifi signal is 5 bars, but there are so many users on the system that it’s insanely slow. And the rally is only about two hours old.street signs

It’s an overcast and very humid morning, coming on the heels of a steady rain that began about 2:30 a.m. and ended about 6 a.m.

The Indy Club compound is near the intersection of Beemer Blvd. and Farkle St., a site chosen largely on the basis of its proximity to toilets and the showers.

There were about 4,000 pre-registrations and the rule of thumb is that attendance is usually three times the pre-registration number. I farkle stophave serious doubts about the ability of this place to handle a crowd that size, so we shall see.

People are streaming in steadily and I can only imagine what the scene is like over at the registration facility in an elementary school a couple of blocks away.

My bike is parked and will probably not move until Sunday morning because parking spaces may be unavailable anywhere near our campsite after today.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Rally faces

jim thatcher Indy BMW Club member and blog reader Jim Thatcher rolled in Wednesday afternoon.

Don’t mess with the Little Rock BMW dealer

Tim Hendrickson, a member of the BMW Riders Association of the bmwrams3Mid-South, reports:

Tuesday (a week ago) morning 3 would-be robbers backed a truck thru the front door around 5 AM and found Julius with a gun (he lives at the shop), he shot one guy. They have since arrested another, one still on the lam! The guy he shot survived and is now in jail.

Three TV stations aired extensive coverage. Crime on Jones St in Little Rock will probably take a huge downswing.

More rallying

rally registration JOHNSON CITY, Tenn. - There is supposed to be free Wifi at the rally site, but it’s not up and running yet, and I hadn’d eaten anything since breakfast, so I rode about 8 miles east to Johnson City and the Books-A-Million for a cinnamon and cream cheese bagel, coffee and Wifi.

I ate a couple of Slim Jims that had been in my tank bag for several months (marked “Best before Jan. 16, 2009”), but they just made me hungrier.

I only had to loaf around for about a half-hour before they graciously opened registration early. I called Rick Nelson and got directions to the Indy Club camping area where I found him and the Garrisons and several other familiar faces.

I got my tent set up and was relaxing under a picnic fly when Archie and Theresia Shearer rolled in from Indianapolis by way of Lexington, Ky.

I got a shot of Archey pitching their Eureka tent, then saddled up and rode into Johnson City, noticing the rally is near Jonesborough, Tenn. Those Joneses got around in pioneer times.

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Rallying

I'm registered and camped with the Indy Club.

Humidity

GORDONSVILLE, Tenn. - All I've done is load and gas the bike and I'm soaked with sweat as I have breakfast at McDonald's. The humidity must be over 90 percent.

Just before dawn

bike parked

Ready to load, gas and ride!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

My birthday ride

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I’m on the road again – my first ride of any significance since Daytona Beach Bike Week – headed for the BMW MOA International Rally at Johnson City, Tenn.

Maria shot this photo moments before I hit the road at 7:38 a.m. The temperature was in the mid-70s, but the humidity was 93%, making for a chilly first few miles as the sweat I’d worked up loading the bike evaporated.

As you can see, I had my Camelbak hydration system strapped onto my back and I pretty much drained it over the next five hours or so.

I rode up to Paragould and picked up U.S. 412 east across the bootheel of Missouri and over the Mississippi River into
Tennessee. I stopped for a late breakfast at a McDonald’s near where U.S. 412 joins I-40.

I left home without my spandex bicycle shorts because they appear to have vanished into another dimension since my return from Daytona. I emptied all of my dresser drawers and searched the storage bins under the bed, to no avail. I learned long ago that firm seat support is the key to comfort on a long ride and always wear them under my riding pants when I head out for anything longer than a couple of hours.

So I took my Dell Inspiron Mini 9 into the McDonald’s intent on doing an Internet search for bicycle shops around Nashville.

I got my fruit parfait and large coffee and was headed for a table when a guy already sitting near the door called out, “Have a seat!”

It turns out he was apparently waiting for someone to tell his life story to and his narrative made it virtually impossible for me to mcdguy focus on my breakfast and my search.

But I do know that he was a Marine who served in Korea and Vietnam and he has two sons and six daughters. He is an expert at martial arts and regaled me with stories about how he threw a bank robber through a plate glass window and took down a guy abusing a woman in a restaurant.

He taught all of his kids how to fight, except for one daughter who has a bad temper and no self-control. She lives in Memphis and once stabbed her husband with a butcher knife.

His conversation opener was to tell me that he used to ride a motorcycle, but quit after an accident. He claimed he was sideswiped by a semi and saved himself by jumping off of the bike, much to the amazement of the investigating police officer.

He consented to being photographed, so here he is.

I think I was maybe 80 miles from home when I realized the first thing I had forgotten – the charger for my Olympus point-and-shoot camera. I have the D100 and its battery charger, so I have a backup system and I did remember to fully charge the Olympus battery Monday evening.

The second thing I forgot was the Indianapolis BMW Club flag to display at our campsite, along with my BMW cable lock. None of those oversights constitutes a crisis.

Since I couldn’t do a coherent Internet search for bicycle shops, I asked Garmin to find me businesses with the word “bicycle” in the name around Nashville. It found me the Nashville Bicycle Company in Franklin, an upscale southern suburb, I followed the prescribed route over about 30 miles of back roads and city streets only to fail to locate the place in the shopping center where Garmin says it is.

So I found a gas station, topped off the tank and headed east on I-40 to the Comfort Inn where I had a reservation. It’s just so-so. They gave me an upstairs room baking in the afternoon sun and the Wifi is useless, so I’m blogging with my cell phone as an Internet modem.

I feel kinda silly checking into a motel after only 350 miles and at 3 p.m., but this positions me for an easy ride to the rally site tomorrow morning.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Edwin O. Park

edwinopark Retired Indianapolis News copy boy, Edwin O. Park, who is beloved by all, relaxes after lunch today on the veranda of the Carmel, Ind., retirement home where he lives. News copy desk alumnus Jim Lindgren dined with Edwin today and shot the photo.

I think the years have given Edwin a certain gravitas that he never enjoyed at The News.

Live long and prosper, Eddie!

When I’m 64

sgt-pepper I’m marking the last day before my 64th birthday by listening to “When I’m Sixty-four” from Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.

“Will you still need me? Will you still feed me when I’m 64?”

That seemed so absurdly abstract when I first heard it back in the spring of 1967. Now it’s been more than 40 years since Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play.

I got my first birthday greeting this afternoon from Australian pen pal of my youth, Winston Sleaford down in Queensland, Australia. Since he’s on the other side of the International Dateline, it’s already July 14 in his world.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

The psychic twins do brunch at Bosco's

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         The day was a blank piece of paper when we woke up this morning. No plans at all.

I found myself thinking about brunch at Bosco's in Memphis, something we haven't done in months. A few minutes later, Maria read my mind and suggested Bosco's without me having said a word  about it. That was all it took and we were on the road within 45 minutes.

We got there a few minutes before the 10 a.m. opening time and decided to see if we could find a grocery that sold semolina flour. Garmin directed us about 4 tenths of a mile west of Bosco's to the Fina Italian Grocery, OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         which unfortunately is closed on Sundays. So we drove a few blocks  farther west to a Piggly Wiggly (they were founded in Memphis) that didn't stock semolina either.

We gave up our quest in favor of brunch and drove back to Bosco's where I had an Italian ham and artichoke omelet and Maria had eggs Benedict with crabmeat and asparagus. We split a chocolate torte with raspberry sauce. I also bought a growler (refillable half-gallon jug) of Tennessee Cream Ale, the first of a long line of beers and OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         ales crafted by the folks at Bosco's.

We guessed that a Cost Plus World Market might be likely to have semolina flour, and Garmin said there was one out east of town on Germantown Pike. Unfortunately, Garmin didn't know the place had gone out of business. Against our better judgment, we drove a couple of miles south to a Kroger, only to be disappointed again. Maria bought a bag of whole wheat flour to experiment with in the meantime.

I needed a lightweight pair of cargo pants for my travel wardrobe, so we drove west to the Bass Pro Shop where I found exactly what I'd been looking for, along with a nifty Columbia shirt.

By this time, we were ready to be home, so we got back onto the freeway and sped back to our little house in the Arkansas woods.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Bruno

bruno We saw Bruno this afternoon. Off-the-scale crude. Several people couldn't handle it and walked out of the theater.

We thought it was outrageously funny in places, but overall pretty heavy-handed. I don't care to own it on DVD or see it again.

Saturday morning

We have the weekend to ourselves. Austin drove to Indiana last night to visit friends and help his sister prepare for her move to Arizona.maria waffle house

We hit the Farmers Market this morning, then had a surprisingly  good breakfast at the Waffle House on Phillips Drive – way better than the one down by the Home Depot.

We stopped by the Tractor Supply Co. where I bought a pair of official John Deere cowhide work gloves and a TSC vented camo snake stoppercap and a dog frisbee and Maria got some dust for her tomato worms.

I also noticed they stock Snake Stopper, a concoction of cinnamon and clove oils and other stuff that snakes presumably find very obnoxious. I haven’t seen any snakes on our property so far this year, but I’m glad to know this stuff is available.

The rest of the day is up for grabs.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Rick and Deb: Just passing through

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA         Indianapolis BMW Club friend Rick Nelson, who has been on the road since Jan, 31, stopped by this afternoon with his girlfriend Deb.

Rick needed a place to change oil and transmission fluid and while he was doing that I persuaded Deb to use our laundry facilities. I also took her to the post office where she mailed some stuff home to Kelowna, British Columbia.

We had hoped to persuade them to spend the night, but they were eager to keep moving east, aiming for the BMW MOA rally site at Johnson City, Tenn. by next Monday.

So after a late lunch at the new Brookland barbecue place, they headed up to Paragould to catch U.S. 412 east across the Missouri bootheel and into Tennessee.

I'll see them again on Wednesday when I get to the rally.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Thursday, July 09, 2009

A milestone of sorts

Blogcounter.com reports my blog had its 15,000th visitor at 9:20 p.m. yesterday. The count began when I installed the counter on Oct. 10, 2007, but it was down for about three months early in that period.

The blog has been online since May 10, 2004.

Gracie, as in the Grace of God

IM000344.JPG Here's Gracie, the border collie from the Jonesboro Animal Control Shelter whose last-minute litter saved her from being put down, with her new friends at a nursing home in Manila, Ark.

She got a trim, a bath and a bandana and a new lease on life thanks to the publicity from the Jonesboro Sun and Karin Hill's wonderful five-part series.


The nursing home residents read about Gracie's plight in the Sun and decided to adopt her. As shy and fearful as she was at the shelter, she warmed quickly to her new friends at the nursing home and blossomed with all of the attention. She spends her days and nights getting treats and being petted by every one in the place and likes watching late night TV with some of her new buddies.
When Maria and I first heard about Gracie, I vowed we would adopt her rather than let her stay at the shelter until they destroyed her. This is the perfect outcome for Gracie. She's a lovely, smart dog and she deserves to be smothered with love and luxury.

Gannett cuts 37 at The Indianapolis Star

Gannett retiree Ruth Holladay reports the following dismissals at The Indianapolis Star in the most recent round of layoffs:

  1. Jackie Thomas, AME/Features
  2. Allen Greenberg, Assistant Metro Editor/State Government
  3. Channon Seifert, Features Art Director
  4. Ricky Carr, building services-GC (Guild Contract)
  5. Vanessa Baugh, building services-GC
  6. William Abney, building services-GC
  7. Steven Barber, building services-GC
  8. Rasheed Fazle, online-GC
  9. Rosalyn V. Demaree, editor in the Fishers-based north office
  10. Jeri Reichanadter, photographer, picture desk, Fishers-GC
  11. Melinda Cooper, calendar desk, Fishers-GC
  12. Donna Eggert, West bureau paraprofessional-GC
  13. Marisol Gouveia, features copy desk-GC
  14. John Hawn, features copy desk chief
  15. Chris Jordan, features designer-GC
  16. Bob Jonason, online/calendar desk
  17. Renee Petrina, copy desk-GC
  18. Zach Dunkin, features (travel) reporter-GC
  19. Sylvia Halladay, news researcher. Also secretary of Indy NewsGuild and secretary on contract bargaining team –GC
  20. Michelle Watson, copy desk. Also member of the contract bargaining team. –GC
  21. Shirley Roberts, business copy desk


The Indianapolis Star as a whole lost 37 people.

"Included in that were news professionals: The Guild lost 14 members (10 who are in the newsroom and 4 in building services), leaving the Guild with 184 people it represents.

"Seven editors are gone -- one-fourth of the management team
"Two magazine editors were laid off June 19.

"In addition, four employees departed on their own, which spared more layoffs. Those leaving include Heather Charles-photo-GC, Keith Manring, news editor-GC, Konrad Marshall-features-GC, and Brendan O'Shaughnessy-news reporter-GC."

Zach and Shirley are old Indianapolis News veterans with whom I worked for several years and for whom I have enormous respect. They deserved better. I know Jeri by reputation as a first-class photojournalist and worked with Donna for a few years at Metro North. I don’t know whether to extend condolences or congratulations.

My two friends at the Gannett-run Lafayette Journal & Courier dodged the bullet.

Getting thrown out of a job you loved in this economy has to be a scary thing, but constantly being told to work harder for less pay is no way to live, either. Especially when it’s for such a horribly mismanaged company that has never done anything to deserve your loyalty.

I thank God daily that I was able to leave on my own terms and I have never ever regretted my decision to walk away from The Star and Gannett.

Cleaning frenzy

I got a call last evening from BMW motorcycle friend Rick Nelson, who has been out on tour since January and was calling from near Eureka Springs, Ark.

Rick is headed this way, en route to next week's BMW MOA International Rally in Johnson City, Tenn., where he is in charge of the shuttlebus service, and was looking for a place to do an oil change.

Naturally, we couldn't let him pass through here without offering as much hospitality as possible, so he and his lady friend will be our guests this evening.

That means I'm in a cleaning frenzy this morning, dusting, vacuuming, washing, etc. Austin left the guestroom in a bit of a mess, so I'm reeling him in from his dog-sitting job to help make the place presentable.

Now, I'm off to attack the clutter and dust.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Making our own pasta

pastamaker Maria found a small cache of semolina flour in the cupboard, last evening, mixed it with 2 parts of regular flour, and tried out the pasta maker I got to review for the Amazon.com Vine program.

Although Maria is an excellent cook, with a good command of Italian cuisine, she had never used a pasta maker. And, of course, neither had I.

The Pinzon 5.9-inch pasta maker comes with a very sketchy one-page instruction sheet that mostly deals with cleaning and maintenance and tells you virtually nothing about how to operate it.

So I turned to the Internet and quickly found a couple of how-to videos on YouTube.com. The thing is dirt simple to operate once you understand how it works, but it you’ve never seen one working, you’re at something of a disadvantage.

Maria was very impressed with the simplicity of operation and quickly cranked out a pot full of noodles that she combined with Italian sausage and a red sauce to make a very tasty dinner.

And yes, home-made pasta does taste better than the store-bought stuff. The Pinzon pasta maker is going to get a good workout once we get a reliable source for semolina flour.



Freaks me out

searstower I freely admit that I am an acrophobe.

I love flying in airplanes, but looking down from tall buildings creeps me out. I went to the top of the Sears Tower in Chicago several years ago and took several minutes to work my way over to the window to look down.

Now the 103rd floor observation deck has glass platforms that make it possible for visitors to step out and peer straight down. The platforms opened July 1.

Thanks, but no thanks.searstower02

Trailer Park Boys

Friend Lauri discovered Trailer Park Boys, a Canadian cable sitcom set in a Nova Scotia trailer park, but we can't get it on our extremely limited cable system.

Fortunately, it's out in DVD and available on Netflix - all seven seasons plus a feature-length movie.

We watched all of Season 1 and a couple of episodes of Season 2 last night and found it paralyzingly funny.

Be advised, the clip includes lots of foul language.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Just sayin’

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Nice flashy gold casket, but I really think they needed a drape under it so we don’t see the cart. That’s kinda cheesy.

At least they didn’t go with a replica of King Tut’s gold sarcophagus.

A mixed review

We had lunch at Mrs. G’s Deli on Culberhouse today.

It was the first time for us and we were impressed by the menu offerings, buffet and prices.

Maria got a cheeseburger that she pronounced good. I opted for a sausage omelet that was revoltingly runny and undercooked. It was, in short, the worst omelet I have ever been served. I picked the sausage bits out of it and left the egg portion on my plate.

The strawberry cake, made Mrs. G’s grandmother’s recipe, however, was splendid.

Mrs. G is charming and gracious and she will probably do well, if she can keep from burning out. I recommend the place, with minor reservations.

Just don’t order the omelet.

Call it what you want, I call it messin’ with the Kid

I hate to call someone a lying weasel, but the rent check our tenant said he overnighted yesterday, did not arrive today.

Grrrrrrrrr.

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24 hours later:

The Express Mail envelope arrived this morning containing a cashier’s check for the full amount of the rent. Postmarks indicate he did, indeed, dispatch the envelope at 10:33 a.m. Monday from Thorntown, Ind.

The problem, I discovered today, is that there is no such thing as next-day delivery for Jonesboro or its satellite post offices. Ditto Thorntown, Ind. The best we can get is two-day delivery.

Well, now we know. And I can relax from my financial fetal position.

Good work, Karin!

stbernardfleadip This sweetheart of a St. Bernard is available for adoption, too.

The kudos have been rolling in bigtime for Karin Hill’s excellent five-part series in the Jonesboro Sun on the local animal control shelter.

You may recall that Maria and Austin and I went to the shelter a couple of weekends ago to shoot photos for the series. Austin had a couple of shots published, Maria had a couple and I had one, but Karin did some fine photographic work as well.

Gracie, the border collie who escaped death by going into labor on the operating table, went to a nursing home in Manila, Ark. yesterday. Maria fielded a query from a woman yesterday who is almost certain to adopt Cotton, the great Pyrenees, and at least one of Gracie’s pups has been adopted.

The shelter management is deliriously happy about the attention they’re getting and several readers have emailed to say how much they enjoyed the series.

Karin did a brilliant job and her series should be a serious contender at contest time.

If you live in northeast Arkansas and would like to share your home with an abandoned dog, call Sgt. Larry Rogers, the Animal Control Division supervisor with the Jonesboro Police Department, at (870) 935-3920.

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Three of Gracie’s pups.

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One of Gracie’s pups freaks out when a dog in a neighboring kennel wants to hold paws.

Back on two wheels

hastings helmet I’m on the bike this morning and it feels great to ride again.

Weather and circumstances conspired to keep me off of the bike for the entire month of June. The trip meter showed 1 mile traveled since I gassed the bike at the new Citgo station and rode it home on May 30. Shameful.

I had to brush away spider webs from the mirrors to the handlebars this morning and examined the interior of my Arai helmet closely for spiders before I pulled it on.

I can go years without washing my bikes – a frequent observation by some of my friends in the Indianapolis BMW Club – because I tend to view bugs and road grime as a badge of honor. Sitting in the parking lot in front of Hastings, my bike has a bug collection that ranges from Florida to Wyoming and Colorado.

But spider webs and dust from idleness are quite another thing and an embarrassment. So, unless something comes up, my bike is getting a good cleaning this afternoon.

In the meantime, I’m still waiting for the rent check that our tenant told Maria he overnighted to us yesterday. The postmistress said they occasionally get late morning special delivery runs from Jonesboro. She took my cell phone number and promised to call me if it shows up. Try that with your average big city post office where they substitute attitude for service.

I hate to think the worst of someone, but being lied to and stolen from are right at the top of my list of intolerable things.

The guy works nights and our original plan was for Maria to call his wife at home, operating on the assumption that his wife can make him far more miserable for fucking up the rent payment than we ever could.

But the evening got away from us and it was almost 10 p.m. in Indiana before we got around to making the call. Maria was loathe to bother the wife and kids at that late hour, so she opted to call his cell phone and get him at work.

Whatever. The postmark will tell the tale if and when the check arrives.

Windows 7 repeats the Vista ripoff

I've enjoyed listening to John C. Dvorak for years on Leo Laporte's podcasts. Dvorak writes a column for PC Magazine which also puts his stuff online. The column posted today is, IMHO, spot-on:

By John C. Dvorak

The glory days of Microsoft ended with Vista for one reason, and one reason only: Vista Ultimate. It was part of an ill-advised scheme John_dvorak called "subtractive marketing" or "fake versioning"—purposely taking features out of a finished product to create an artificial range or selection.

Who ever dreamed up the Vista Ultimate moniker, I consider that individual responsible for the decline of Microsoft. This is where the tide turned. Microsoft had been selling disabled versions of its products for some time, but never went to the extreme that it did with Vista, and now we see the company doing the same thing with Windows 7.

This is all the same one product, folks. What is the point of selling six versions of the same code base? It does not cost one nickel more to manufacture Windows 7 Ultimate than it costs to manufacture Windows 7 Home Basic, and the differences are confusing to just about everyone.

Microsoft could sell a single version of the new OS at some median price just as easily as it can sell disabled versions of the product for various prices. The public will realize this eventually.

The psychology is just bad, because the code for Ultimate is done. Why not just sell everyone Ultimate?

This is like selling a car that is complete and loaded with everything when it's manufactured (we'll call it the Lincoln Ultimate). But you need a downgraded version of the car, so after the Lincoln Ultimate comes off the assembly line, you rip out the leather seats, discard them, and put in cloth seats, in order to sell the car for less money. You could have just as easily left in the leather seats. It would have been easier on everyone!

Or try this analogy. I walk into a store that is having a sale on coffee mugs with cracked handles. They are selling for $1 instead of $10. People are buying the mugs for a dollar, and the last one is sold just as I walk in.

"We're sold out, but here is what I'll do for you," the owner says. He grabs a perfectly good $10 mug and cracks off the handle and sells it to me for $1. I'm left wondering why he didn't just sell me the mug with the handle intact for $1. It would cost him nothing more, since it was a good mug he broke. What would be the point of doing what he did? I perceive that something is wrong with this person, especially because he thought he was doing me a favor to move some inventory.

There is a sense of larceny when one witnesses this sort of scam. The Ultimate product is coded. It is finished. Why is Microsoft taking features out of the product after they have been designed in? Is the company doing it to create a totally artificial line up of different products for different markets? Apparently so, but why? The Ultimate product would have serviced all these markets in the first place.

I think this sort of thinking comes from the idea of the value-add. You sell a basic product, then sell some add-on or plug-in or utility for a little more money. This, I think, people can fathom and accept, as they did with different versions of Microsoft Office for the school and the home. So what if the MS-Office for the home does not include, say, PowerPoint? Not including something in a bundle is one thing, but disabling features in MS-Word is something different.

The subtractive approach that Microsoft is using generates plenty of ill will. Someone buys Windows 7 and expects it to have a feature. But no, you got the wrong version. XP-compatibility, for example, does not exist on many versions. This would be a crucial thing to have, especially on the cheaper versions, since people on a budget are more likely to be running old code. So Microsoft has to field support calls about this and people get irked.

The company should pull the plug on this entire scheme ASAP. It was the reason Vista failed. It generates ill-will. It generates suspicion. And it's stupid. Stop doing it Microsoft!

Monday, July 06, 2009

Overthinking Palin's decision

From American Thinker:

By J.R. Dunn

The response to Sarah Palin's surprise resignation last Friday clearly reveals the limitations of the American political class, right, left, or  what have you. sarah palin

There's an old academic joke, probably apocryphal, about Count Metternich, Austria's foreign minister during the Napoleonic era. While attending the Congress of Vienna, Metternich is sleeping off a banquet when one of his aides bursts in at three in the morning. "Your excellency! Count Nesselrode, the Russian ambassador, just died."

Metternich jerks awake. "Died, you say? What a terrible thing! I was speaking to him only tonight... Uhh... send a message to the Tsar -- Austria regrets, and so forth..."

The aide leaves. Metternich gets up and paces the floor. After a moment he stops and rubs his chin. "So... Why did Nesselrode decide to do that now..."

We're seeing the same thing today. Obsessive figures confronted with a simple human contingency and, unable to comprehend what's right in front of their eyes, retreating instead into irrelevant speculation about whatever they know best. Simply put, in resigning her governorship and stepping away from active politics, Sarah Palin is not pulling any tricks, carrying out any maneuvers, or putting in motion any long-range plans. She is doing exactly what any normal, rational, un-driven human being would do under the same circumstances.

What are those circumstances? Consider her situation at the moment. By which we mean, her situation. Not the country's situation, not the GOP's situation, not the political situation in any sense at all. 

Her eldest son is serving in the military, in the war zone, at a particularly dangerous and violent moment, when the U.S. is transferring responsibility to the new and still untried Iraqi army.

Her eldest daughter is dealing with the twin burdens of a failed relationship and single motherhood, while also serving as a national joke for the same type of people who insisted that Chelsea Clinton and the Obama girls are off limits. This is a state of affairs that undoubtedly requires much in the way of TLC from Palin.

Her second youngest daughter has recently come under the gun thanks to that epitome of class, David Letterman. All excuses aside, the A-Rod joke was a transparent attempt at seeing if it was now safe to go after Willow, the rest of the Palin family having been run through the mill one after the other. It occurred at an awkward age for a girl, when events such as this can leave a serious mark. Another instance where mom must be available.

And lastly, Palin has a disabled infant child, one who has already been victimized by the left-wing blogosphere and the mass media. Downs children are very high-functioning. It's easily possible for Trig to have a golden life as long as close attention is paid to his upbringing and education. His mother will be the crucial figure here.

So what does a woman do under such circumstances? A real woman, not a pol in a skirt.  A wife and a mother, someone with a clear hierarchy of values. Why, she steps out. She removes herself from the firing line. Returns to what matters. She retreats from the public world for the verities of family and community.

There's nothing difficult to understand here. All the comments we've heard from the mass media, from the political experts, and from the operatives, merely reveal the limitations of the commentators.

But what about her greater obligations? To that of conservatism as a movement, for instance? It happens to have been the movement conservatives -- at least those of the Northeast Corridor, who on the basis of tradition consider themselves to be the core of the movement -- who led the charge against Palin on her selection as vice-presidential candidate. Not the left. Not the mass media. But conservatives (I won't add quotes -- not yet, anyway) such as Frum, Parker, and Brooks, who found her to be just the slightest touch déclassé. She did not understand the Modern Dance. Her taste in claret was undependable. Her reading of the Federalist No. 63 was, shall we say, idiosyncratic? These people have no call on her whatsoever.

And the GOP? Doesn't she owe her party anything? Just a few short days after her youngest daughter was humiliated on one of the most widely-watched late-night shows in the country, an obvious hit piece appeared in that balanced journal of the higher intellect, Vanity Fair, in which certain unnamed GOP officials revealed the true Sarah Palin: Sarah as Michael Jackson, Sarah the narcissist, who lived in a dream world and was overwhelmed by "demons".  The fact that GOP figures would cooperate with a rag like Vanity Fair in the first place puts a period to any talk of a party connection. The GOP obviously has an agenda. It is not Sarah Palin's agenda. Nor, more than likely, ours either.

And what about Alaska? Palin is one of the outstanding governors of our time, possibly surpassed only by Rick Perry, infinitely superior to Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jennifer Granholm, or Mitt Romney, to mention only a few members of a large crowd. She went a long way toward cleaning up the Juneau cesspool, wound up the negotiations for a gas pipeline that had been languishing for decades, and put her state on the national radar screen for the first time since 1958. But her usefulness as governor was probably drawing to an end. If she were to show interest in a 2012 run, she could depend on Obama's crew doing everything possible to drag her down -- and going through her state to do it.

Chicago would put Alaska through the grinder, a very easy thing to accomplish from Washington. In fact, it could be argued that this campaign has already begun, with the slow death-by-cuts action against the National Missile Defense center at Fort Greeley. Even as the ballistic missile threat from North Korea and Iran grows more urgent, Obama is dismantling the sole serious defense against it. (Am I implying that O would jeopardize the country's safety to assure his political career? Well, what do you think?) In a real sense, Palin's resignation at this time can be viewed as yet another service to her state.

So Sarah Palin has left the stage, for perfectly justifiable reasons, and taken her family with her. The mob still waits, unfamiliar with normal behavior from a public figure, eager for more cheap laughs. But there will be no encore. Not right away.

She will be back. Not for 2012. The GOP has its plans already worked out. Very clever ones, too. The Republicans will do what they always do when they're up against it: grab an empty suit and run around shaking it in people's faces while shouting, "Here's the man!" By 2012, after his policies really hit home, as gas and home fuel prices triple and quadruple, as medical rationing begins, as the renewed Axis of Evil runs wild across Eurasia, Obama will be ready to drop. At that point he could be defeated by a ticket consisting of Charley Manson and Jojo the Dogface Boy. But the GOP will blow it all the same. Exactly as the party did in '96, following the same script to the letter. They will, to coin a phrase, Mitt it up.

That moment will mark the start of a new phase for Sarah Palin. The exquisite branch of conservatism will drift away, assuring each other that "It's still possible to live well in a dying civilization." The GOP operatives will, as always, be blaming the "legacy of Reagan" and looking for a RINO who can somehow fool the backwoods rubes. Obama will spend his entire second term racing back and forth trying to put out forest fires using buckets with holes in them. Palin's enemies will have destroyed themselves, and her moment will come at last.

Democracies never stop halfway, no matter what it is: good or bad, intelligent or stupid, harmful or beneficial, they have to go the whole route before at last changing course. The U.S. could not abandon Great Society liberalism in 1976, it had to wait until 1980. The UK could not put aside postwar Labour policies until they were ground down to the last (the Brits went so far as to elect Harold Wilson to two nonconsecutive terms -- something similar to re-electing Jimmy Carter in 1984. Talk about desperation moves!)

While that process unfolded, Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan served long apprenticeships, learning all they had to know. Sarah Palin is embarking on the same course now.

Sarah Palin is not ready, they insist. It's just as apt to say that we -- the GOP, the conservative establishment, the country -- are not ready for her. An electorate will always fall for the professional pol, slick, convincing, and empty, before turning in desperation to the truly human candidate. But the time will come.

In a few years her children will be settled, she will no longer have hostages to fortune, and the laughter will have long died away. That is when the lady will start shuffling the cards. We will all have further opportunity to wonder what Sarah Palin is up to.

J.R. Dunn is contributing editor of American Thinker.

Semolina Pilchard

Semolina I scored a cool stainless steel hand-crank pasta maker to review for free in the Amazon.com Vine program a week ago last Thursday and UPS deposited it on my front porch this afternoon.

But to make proper Italian pasta, Maria says, you gotta use semolina flour.

Do you think there is any semolina flour to be had in this culinary desert where food, by its very definition, is brown and fried?

I drove in to town, filled with eager optimism, this afternoon. Made a special trip. Only to discover that it apparently doesn’t exist in northeast Arkansas.

Three earnest Kroger employees searched all over the store, even consulted their manager, before determining that they used to carry it but not anymore.

Those decisions, I seem to recall, are made at the home office in Cincinnati. Seems kinda stupid for some bean counter in Cincinnati to be calling the shots for every Kroger supermarket in the U.S., regardless of regional tastes.

Anyway, I’m next door to Kroger at Books-A-Million, sipping a 20 ounce cup of Joe’s Choice while I try to figure out what to do.

I tried a long shot and called Lazzari Italian Oven restaurant just down the street to see if they have a local source for semolina. Turns out they don’t make their own pasta.

Of course they don’t.

Here, read this

Tucson_AZ_July-4-09_Tea_Party_2 From shrinkwrapped.blogs.com. Not a quick, easy read, but some cogent thoughts on the “global warming” hoax:
WHEN COLUMNISTS' BRAINS SHORT-CIRCUIT

Once upon a time, MSM reporters, columnists, and editors mediated our information environment.  Authoritative newspapers, such as the New York Times, and newsreaders, like Walter Cronkite, not only determined what the news of the day was but also established the acceptable parameters for discussing the news.  The advent of the blogosphere introduced a complication to this structure.  Suddenly, true experts in their fields could discuss what they considered to be the news in an unmediated fashion with their readers.  One of the more interesting outcomes of such "contamination" of the once pristine MSM narrative was the spreading awareness that reporters, much of the time, are out of their depth talking about most technical subjects and that their biases blind them all too frequently to a full understanding of their subjects.  This would be embarrassing and deflating to our MSM sages if they but noticed.  Unfortunately, to a large extent, the MSM still determines what qualifies as "news" and continue to exercise their role as information gatekeepers in ways which damage our society.

Yesterday I remarked on the "sublime ignorance" of Tom Friedman's comments about the urgent  necessity of passing Cap-and-Trade.  I also linked to  John F. Opie's Tuesday post discussing the first half of the bill.

John, obviously a masochistic glutton for punishment, has done us all a favor and read through the second half of the bill.  It is not pretty.  (While John was kind enough to thank me for the impetus to finishing the job, I suspect he really blames me for all the pain he has put himself through.)  A few lowlights:

Further Follies...

The real hoot starts on page 890: the government wants detailed swap information on:

the number of positions and total notional value of index funds and other passive, long-only and short-only positions (as defined by the Commission) in all markets to the extent such information is available; and data on speculative positions relative to bona fide physical hedgers in those markets to the extent such information is available.

Okay, there are the weasel words "to the extent such information is available" that let most folks off the hook: otherwise, it's a real funny. And it's supposed to happen within 60 days of this Commission setting up the rules.

This would be, in a perfect world, fabulous. And yes, I want a pony. No, a unicorn!

Oh, and the regulator for this? The Fed.

A brief recap can't do John's post justice so please read the whole thing and pay special attention to his concluding section:

Subtitle E: Adapting to Climate Change

This is basically the "Environmental Wacko Employment Act", aka "There Shall Be No Dissent Act", since it requires cooperation and subservience to the Settled Science of Anthropogenic Global Warming.

Oh, and there'll be workshops galore. And advisory committees! Lots and lots of advisory committees!

And lots of subsidies for "education", aka The Truth.

But Indian Tribes shall be exempt. Except they get money.

There's a huge section on land use and the like...and from page 1180 onwards it talks about how everyone, worldwide, needs to be indoctrinated.

Ye Gods.

I wish that some lawmakers had actually read this before the House had passed it.

Aside from the protectionism and higher energy prices, with all kinds of exceptions that are designed to elicit votes from wayward Representatives, there is an entire section devoted to further attempts to silence Global Warming "Skeptics", attempts that have been underway for quite some time.

The MSM has been thoroughly indoctrinated into the religion of AGW.  Those who are most vigorously pressing the agenda and demanding thought control are, of course, doing it for the most noble of reasons, to save the planet.  I suppose if the fate of the planet is at stake and we face imminent existential danger, any means are acceptable, even necessary.

Today, Tom Friedman's colleague attempts to enhance the argument with a superficial appeal to Neuroscience:

When Our Brains Short-Circuit

Our political system sometimes produces such skewed results that it’s difficult not to blame bloviating politicians. But maybe the deeper problem lies in our brains.

Evidence is accumulating that the human brain systematically misjudges certain kinds of risks. In effect, evolution has programmed us to be alert for snakes and enemies with clubs, but we aren’t well prepared to respond to dangers that require forethought.

...

The climate warms, ice sheets melt and seas rise. The House scrounges a narrow majority to pass a feeble cap-and-trade system, but Senate passage is uncertain. The issue is complex, full of trade-offs and more cerebral than visceral — and so it doesn’t activate our warning systems.

“What’s important is the threats that were dominant in our evolutionary history,” notes Daniel Gilbert, a professor of psychology at Harvard University. In contrast, he says, the kinds of dangers that are most serious today — such as climate change — sneak in under the brain’s radar.

...

This short-circuitry in our brains explains many of our policy priorities. We Americans spend nearly $700 billion a year on the military and less than $3 billion on the F.D.A., even though food-poisoning kills more Americans than foreign armies and terrorists. We’re just lucky we don’t have a cabinet-level Department of Snake Extermination.

Let's see: How do we assess the cost/benefit of maintaining a military large enough to essentially make war against us nearly impossible versus the cost/benefit of adding to a bureaucracy that does an adequate job protecting our food supply but for an exponential cost could improve our safety by perhaps 0.000001%?*  Maybe we aren't as irrational as Kristof imagines; that, however, is a very complex determination.

Still, all is not lost, particularly if we understand and acknowledge our neurological shortcomings — and try to compensate with rational analysis. When we work at it, we are indeed capable of foresight: If we can floss today to prevent tooth decay in later years, then perhaps we can also drive less to save the planet.

The beauty of this article is that it has a superficial appeal.  Our ability to assess risk is extremely skewed and limited, as noted by the work cited by Nicholas Kristof, yet completely out of his awareness, Kristof commits one of the cardinal sins of risk assessment.  He accepts assumptions as facts, even as he doesn't have much knowledge of the underlying science (of Climate or Neuroscience.)  Worse, he is unaware that he is unaware.

Science is designed to test our assumptions, aka hypotheses.  Scientists go to extraordinary lengths to avoid their conscious, and more problematically, their unconscious, biases from impacting their work.  When scientists attempt to foreclose scientific debate prematurely, they are no longer practicing science but venturing into politics and religion.  If Nicholas Kristof had not already closed his mind he would understand that the data on Climate change remains inconclusive, contradicts every computer model extant, and is being challenged by a growing multitude of Climate Scientists.  The Science is not yet definitive.  Further, even if there were no question about AGW, the bill would in no way address the issues in any adequate way.  Not to mention that even if the Earth is warming, a warmer Earth historically has been an earth with a much higher biologic carrying capacity than a cooler Earth.

Unfortunately, the New York Times still determines the parameters of the conventional wisdom.  Those who confuse CW with reality are ignorant at best; when they are in charge of establishing the CW, they are actively dangerous.

* My back of the envelope calculation is that there are about 300,000,000 Americans eating ~1000 meals a year.  I have seen reports that as many as 3000 people die every year from food poisoning (much of which is caused by the end-preparers of the food not those involved in the chain from farm to supermarket, but I am willing to ignore this for ease of computation.)  That 3000, while a terrible tragedy each, represents ~0.000001% of the population/meal/year.  To decrease that number in any appreciable way would require an immense expenditure of money and would have unintended consequences as well.  My numbers may be off but I doubt they are off by more than one order of magnitude.  Besides, our lawyers can do a better job of policing the food supply than any collection of bureaucrats, even the most well meaning of bureaucrats.