Thursday, October 21, 2021

Jack And Me

 I wrote a lot about my friend Jack in Screen Saver, and, by derivation, in Saigon 1967.

Among his many recommending talents was taking pictures - photography.

He was the unofficial photographer of Central Catholic High School when we were in attendance there.

He adopted a color Polaroid  camera early and took amazing pictures with it.

We used to take it on our hunting trips.

Somewhere there is a perfect picture of a just shot mallard duck.

It was good then; I cringe now.

How sad; but that was how it was then.

Here are a few of his pictures.

Actually, I took this one; that's Jack waving; we were on Owyhee reservoir in eastern Oregon. 

 We caught quite a large number of Croppies, for which Owyhee is famous.

Notice that it looks a lot like Mars.


 This was taken of me by Jack with a black and white Polaroid in Nha Bey Vietnam where Jack flew round the clock Huey missions; I was on a day off from HQ War in Vietnam Saigon; Jack wanted me to see what the war was like in reality and how stupid all of it was; I was allowed to participate in "The Passing of Out" a ceremony Jack and his cubicle mate had invented; I have never ceased being glad that I had had that opportunity to celebrate a stupid war.


After the war we both left the military and returned to the Pacific Northwest.  I have some fairly good hunting stories from those days in Saigon 1967 and Screen Saver. Of especial interest might be the final chapter of Saigon; it sums up a lot of things, among them the number of missions jack flew that were so many that there was no way to honor them on the medal that honored them.

Here are a couple pictures of a couple of our expeditions.  Jack took these pictures, probably with my Pentax Spotmatic,  I bought that when I was in the war effort; it was the only good thing that came out of that debacle.








Coming Apart At The Seams

 America is.

Although the most obvious seams are the weakest and least a part of anything that could be called America.

The police chief in Chicago is calling on his officers to defy a legal order from the mayor.

Have the police in your areas been acting that way?

Have any of them been found to have been among the insurrection crowd of January 6?

How many unarmed black people have your forces killed recently?

Do you really feel safer because the police are armed with war level weaponry?

Who are they ready to fight?

I guess a good place to start would be to ask the Chicago Chief Fascist.

When you can't vote the last shred of a possible decent life is gone.

Do you see them - your hopes for a decent life - going over that hill out there?

Probably not, because they have done gone already, over that hill, out there.

Wednesday, October 20, 2021

Synopsis In Front Of Nicolas

 I wander over quite a large part of Paris when I am there wandering around Paris.

I always have a camera - long ago I endorsed the belief that walking in Paris without a camera is an exceptionally bad idea - so I take a lot of pictures.

They get stored on my computer.

I have Screen Saver pointed at my picture file.

So, over time, I get to see a lot of pictures that I have forgotten ever taking.

This is one of those.

There are so many things in this picture to recommend it that I can't believe that I took it.

Maybe I didn't.



Monday, October 18, 2021

Colin Powell

 When the Great Book of Role Models is opened - as it always is opened after the passing of a hero - there will be a new entry: Colin Powell will forevermore be listed as "The Role Model's Role Model".

Godspeed, General Powell.

We were really lucky to have known you.

Friday, October 15, 2021

An Email From Uganda

 I found this in my junk mail this morning.

In length and format it violates every personal rule of blogging that I have adopted over the last ten years, but it is just too good not to post.

So if you are up to some pretty dense typography, prepare to be entertained.

I guess I ought to worry how they DID get my email, however; so my merriment may be premature.

Apparently I am on a (bogus) list of trump voters - that's the only way I could imagine that they would think I would fall for this.

The English is creative, though.

****************************************************

FINANCIAL INTELLIGENCE CENTER (FIC)

UGANDA

Attn: Dear Fund Beneficiary,

COMPENSATION FUNDS PAYMENT ORDER VIA ATM CARD

This is to inform you that, We have been working towards the eradication of fraudsters and scam Artists in Africa with the help of the Organization of African Unity (OAU) United Nations (UN), European Union (EU) and the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and FBI. We have been able to track down so many of this scam artist in various parts of African countries which includes (Nigeria, Republic of Benin, Ghana, Cameroon and Senegal) and they are all in Government custody now, they will appear at International Criminal Court (ICC) Hague (Netherlands) soon for Criminal/Fraud Justice. During the course of our investigation, we have been able to recover so much money from these scam artists. The United Nations Anti-Crime Commission and the International Monetary Fund (IMF) have ordered the money recovered from the Scammers to be shared among 100 Lucky people around the World for compensation. This Email/Letter is been directed to you because your email address was found in one of the Scam Artists file and computer hard-disk during our investigation, maybe you have been scammed or not, you are therefore being compensated with the sum of $,1.500,000.00USD(One Million Five Hundred Thousand United State Dollars).

We have also arrested some of those who claim that they are barristers, bank officials, Lottery Agents who has been sending you SMS on your phone that you have won a lottery which does not exist. Since your email address appeared among the lucky beneficiaries who will receive a compensation funds, we have arranged your payment to be paid to you through ATM VISA CARD. An ATM Visa Card will be issued in your name and your $1,500,000.00 USD will be loaded into it, and deliver it to your postal address with the Pin Number, as to enable you withdrawal your funds from any Bank ATM Machine worldwide.

To issue the ATM Visa Card, you are therefore advised to contact the Accountant in Charge of your payment, this is because the United Nations Anti-Crime Commission and the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and the Government has chosen them to payout all the compensation funds to the 100 Lucky beneficiaries, because the ATM Visa Card is a global payments technology that enables consumers, businesses, financial institutions and governments to use digital currency instead of cash and checks. Kindly contact the ATM Card Issuance Department now with the below contact details:

ATM CARD DEPARTMENT

CONTACT PERSON: DR. FRANCISCO ADROA

UGANDA

Email: atmcardpayingcenter@gmail.com

Tel: +256 706055410

Contact him now for the delivery of your ATM Card. As soon as you establish a contact with him, an ATM card will be issued to you immediately which you can use to withdraw your funds in any Bank ATM Machine, but the maximum daily limit is $15,000.00 per day because the Card has been upgrade. So if you like to receive your funds through this means you're advised to contact (DR. FRANCISCO ADROA) with the following information as stated below:

1. Your Full Name:

2. Address Were You Want the your ATM Card to be delivered to or (P.O.Box)

3. Your Age:

4. Occupation:

5. Cell/Mobile Number:

The IMF (International Monetary Fund) has also concluded every legal cost from all the various financial offices to enable a successful delivery of your ATM card without any hitch or delay based on the agreement made, every beneficiary is mandated to bear the fixed cost of delivery $50 of their ATM card to their designated address through UPS or FedEx delivery and based on the fact that your ATM Card has already been activated for instant use, you have only three working days to send this $50 US dollars for the delivering of your card, if we don't hear from you with the payment information; the Provincial Government will cancel the card for security purpose and your payment will be withdrawn.

Please Be Warned, as The United Nations Anti-Crime Commission and the International Monetary Fund (IMF) does not instruct any other Bank or agent in this payment except (DR. FRANCISCO ADROA), whom we can only give attention to, and from now, we advice you to stop all the communications you are having with any other Agent or bank officials in Europe, Asia and Africa regarding your payment.

Thanks for your understanding as you follow instructions.

YOURS IN SERVICES.

MRS. AMANDA LINCOLN

PUBLIC INFORMATION

OFFICER.(FIC) UGANDA

Thursday, October 14, 2021

Faira Rose Faucet

 It's been a slow few days for me in blogland.

I haven't lashed out in anger once.

So I guess I have to do another fun one.

The last two fun ones have been about our cats; so also is this one.

This is about Rose, Alfie and Cinq's sister.

First, I said last time that I would explain the "Faucet" part of Rosie's name.

Here is a picture explaining it.


She was really little.

Here are some more, some when she was little, some now that she is bigger.


She often lapses into reveries.


The phone cord attacked her and made her spill kibble around.


What's around this corner?


Pardon me?


She likes pinot blanc.


Rose and Cinq in the sink


Alfie trying to figure how to get into the bed with his sister.


That's a long way down.




Wednesday, October 13, 2021

So I Guess The Muslim World Needs To Pony Up

 I keep hearing new reports complete with various "speakers for all of us" demanding that the world help Afghanistan.

Everything there has collapsed.

Its government doesn't seem to be able to fix the problem.

I sympathize with the Afghan people, but I can't see how or why the rest of the World would ameliorate the conditions wrought by the Taliban, a terrorist muslim sect - kinda the muslim version of the Ku Klux Klan.

It seems to me that if the problems there are to be fixed the Muslim World needs to step up and help their terrorist brothers.

I mean, how stupid, really, are the rest of us?

Why would we help our sworn blood - they swore, we didn't - enemies?

If things are to be fixed, the talibs need to get help from the International Muslim Food Bank, and the International Muslim Clearing and Lending Bank, and the International Muslim Trucking Association, and the International Muslim Peacekeepers Militia, and the International Muslim Monetary Fund and all those other high profile Muslim organizations of which MuslimLand is so proud.

I'd volunteer the US, French and British Air Forces in a minute to get all Afghans out of Afghanistan to the free world, but that's as far as I could imagine going to use world based assets to help in Afghanistan; and that help wouldn't be being offered to help a 6th Century muslin terrorist organization with the mess they have created; it would be being offered to let a hapless and decent people get out of the 6th Century and into a place where they could use their god given talents, and multiply, and prosper, and be our brothers and sisters.

Their homeland apparently is not suitable for human habitation anymore.

Saturday, October 9, 2021

This Time It's Alfie

 A while back I posted a piece about Cinq, the fifth of the foundlings, three of which have become our children.

There are two others that stayed with us.

Cinq was one of two boys and three girls.

We kept two of the boys and one of the girls.

The girl is named Faira Rose Faucet.

We will talk about her next time.

And the Faucet part of her name.

This post is about Alfie.

My wife found Cinq under the deck where he was nearly dead and became his mother by carrying him around in a sling hung sideways around her; she carried him with her all day; I guess it's no surprise that Cinq thinks she's his mother.

So Cinq was for sure part of the family.

My wife thought Rose was so beautiful that she wanted to keep her, so she did.

But she took the other two girls and Alfie to the local animal shelter.

After thinking about leaving Alfie to the caprice of being adopted she was not comfortable.

She thought Alfie was too dumb to survive on his own so she went back and got him and brought him home and named him Alfie: "What's it all about?" ... etc.

Alfie is as deep as Cinq is weird; and he is most definitely not dumb.















Golden Eye

 


Tuesday, October 5, 2021

Neil deGrasse Tyson Got Me Thinking

 I watch stuff on YouTube so I am constantly algoryihmed.

That is frequently a good thing.

An example of that is the algorithm that served up an hour and forty minute Neil deGrasse Tyson encounter with Robert Krulwich.

It was a sublime experience.

About twenty minutes in Dr. Tyson said something that may be one of not very many things that have changed how I look at things.

Actually it refined deeply how I look at things.

He talked about horizons in the expanding universe, and the importance of vantage point.

I stewed on it overnight - I had seen the video late one evening - and couldn't forget it.

I drew a diagram that I thought represented what he had said.

I saw several inconsistencies.

I watched the video again to see if I had been hallucinating.

Once I found the spot that I thought that I had seen - I HAD seen it - I rolled it back until, to the best of my ability, I thought that I understood it; I was able to ameliorate the inconsistencies and drew a new diagram.

Here it is on yellow lined legal paper.





This is what I understood Doctor Tyson said.

The implications, though, boggle the mind: there is an unfathomable amount of matter beyond that which we can see (distance equals speed times time - 176,000 miles a second is rather slow, it turns out).

We can "see" back to the origin which we have somehow set at, to this point of the expansion, 13.7 billion years (that's earth time, so it may mean nothing, but we have to use some unit of measure, I guess).

 But the bang is moving out as a sphere so there is some portion of it beyond us.

("Sphere" makes this really interesting, as I hope to show here in a moment.)

Looking back we see things as they were 13.7 billion light years back.

Looking out, I thought I understood that we don't know how many years out we are seeing.

But I guess it may be that we are seeing out 13.7 billion years as we speak, the sphere being in control.

In any event all this is still expanding, and, depending upon where one is in all of that, universes are being born.

And it's three dimensional: it's a sphere.

So solid geometry needs to be employed to have some idea of the number of galaxies there might be out there;

Which isn't everyday tabloid fare.

But maybe, we see them, and they see us, as far as the speed of light will allow, but, since it's all continuing to expand, there is more room out there about which we know nothing and which is waiting for light to get there - at 186,000 miles per second; 13.7 billion light years in any point on the sphere is as far as we can "see".

And what about that quantum quirk?

We have even conducted experiments that document that matter is in more that one place simultaneously.

Merging Tyson's Horizons with Einstein's Quantum gives a hard to comprehend number of  simultaneous instances of  - something. 
 

Before The Fire: Candles In Cathedral De Notre Dame

 


Covid Lockdown: Those Were The Good Old Days

 The world into which Ol' Mitch and the Boys are about to take us - default - is going to make sitting around all day in our pajamas waiting for the day's Amazon delivery look like Nirvana.

The only reason that I can think of for their desire to destroy our economy is that then they have a fait accompli: a bunch of serfs.



Sunday, October 3, 2021

Pretty Much Done

 I write what I think are poems every now and then.

This is one that just poured out on the yellow pad I always keep on the dining table.

That tablet has pages that usually get shredded.

I think this one is OK.

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"Pretty much done: is what you may be

Pretty much done: when all you seem to see

Is the book, the bottle, the bed and the key

Pretty much done: the key to the door, or maybe infinity

Pretty much done: whatever it may be

But, pretty much done can’t replace

The feeling of a face

As it brushes yours

Pretty much done: the other shores

Pretty much done: the day you first saw the center of the earth sea

Pretty much done: that vision seemed, then, to be infinity

Infinity rhymes nicely with key and be and see so let it be

I guess that's ok; we shall see

Pretty much done:  why did you cry that day when you saw the sea?

You cried that day on the vantage of the sea because it was you that day

And there was me.

Pretty much done.

Is what a poet would say

About this brief metric essay

Pretty much done."


Images Since Last Time


















Saturday, October 2, 2021

This Thing Will Explode

 It is unlikely, I think, that a country that has a few people with all of the money and power, and a country in which those people hold tightly to those reins of power with their control of the economic system, notably by their ability to accumulate wealth without any offsetting tax obligation, is going to continue to exist in the long run.

Here is what Arthur Schlesinger Jr. had to say about this subject in 1941:

"... since this is a capitalistic society, the class most interested in its security and prosperity is the capitalist class, which thus should have the most power.

The theory has survived every test but experience.

It simply has not worked. Since the Federalist party the American business community appears to have lost its political capacity; it has not been, in the strict sense, a ruling class.

In placid days power naturally gravitates to it as the strongest group in the state; but through American history it has been unable to use that power very long for national purposes.

Moved typically by personal and class, rarely by public, considerations, the business community has invariably brought national affairs to a state of crisis and exasperated the rest of society into dissatisfaction bordering on revolt".

But these are not placid days.

Mega criminals are home free in America; decent little people (almost all black) are in jail because Reagan endorsed a new way to re-institute Klan control without the Klan; he swore the police of our country into a search and frisk invasion of America's black locales (sad that there still were then and still are now such places 115 years or so after emancipation) that, not surprisingly found some violators of drug laws.

A similar invasion of dominantly white places like the one where Trevon Martin was murdered would have found a similar number of similar violations if such invasions had ever taken place, if the statistics and data are to be believed.

But those invasions of white places have never happened.

There's too much political peril involved in invading god fearing white people's homes and communities.

And really, the point of the invasions had nothing to do with drugs; drugs were just a convenient premise with which to whip all the white people into some sort of racist froth.

Those invasions had nothing to do with drugs; they were just step one of the New Jim Crow which was and is a new way to deny our non white citizens their citizenship.

And it is working to the nines.

The counterpoint is that rich white guys are exempt from the law and poor black male youth are targets for a bounty incented police, targets that, once intercepted by the bounty hunters, have no future, no home, no job, no right to vote, no right to public housing, no right to food assistance, no family.

And they owe debts to the state that they can't pay.

Because they were in prison and don't have any money.

Because if they had any money at point of arrest the war on drugs authorizes the police to take it and pass it out as bounty and spoils to the officers.

So that is the new state of most of our young black male citizens.

And there are millions of them.

And they have all been systematically erased from citizenship.

"Moved typically by personal and class, rarely by public, considerations, the business community has invariably brought national affairs to a state of crisis and exasperated the rest of society into dissatisfaction bordering on revolt".

How The Cookie Crumbles

 I watched the movie The Big Short again the other night.

It's still a pretty grim docupic.

All the people that caused the 2008/2009 meltdown of the world economy are still unindicted and still out of jail pursuing whatever nefarious new schticks they have come up with.

I guess that's good for the country.

Until their new schticks sink us again.

It must have been - good for the country - because, not only are the architects of that criminal opus out of jail, they all got their bonuses, paid for out of the tax the rest of us pay (they themselves make too much money to pay taxes, as Leona Helmsley so aptly pointed out).

It is totally accidental that I am in the finishing stages of reading The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander.

But the counterpoint of the intelligently designed system of racial control known as "the war on drugs" - the school to prison pipeline -  described by Ms. Alexander and the good ol' boy (white), you can't catch us because the crimes we commit are so big that, you can't jail us, there are too many of us, we are too rich, and we own the political system that lets people who almost crashed our so-called civilization be free on the streets and financially buoyed by tax dollars from the rest of us is unsettling.

The counterpoint is even more unsettling when one follows it to its nucleic essence: mega criminals are home free in America; decent little people (almost all black) are in jail because Reagan endorsed a new way to re-institute Klan control without the Klan; he swore the police of our country into a search and frisk invasion of America's black locales (sad that there still were then and still are now such places 115 years or so after emancipation) that, not surprisingly found some violators of drug laws.

A similar invasion of dominantly white places like the one where Trevon Martin was murdered would have found a similar number of similar violations if such invasions had ever taken place, if the statistics and data are to be believed.

But those invasions of white places have never happened.

There's too much political peril involved in invading god fearing white people's homes and communities.

And really, the point of the invasions had nothing to do with drugs; drugs were just a convenient premise with which to whip all the white people into some sort of racist froth.

Those invasions had nothing to do with drugs; they were just step one of the New Jim Crow which was and is a new way to deny our non white citizens their citizenship.

And it is working to the nines.

The counterpoint is that rich white guys are exempt from the law and poor black male youth are targets for a bounty incented police, targets that, once intercepted by the bounty hunters, have no future, no home, no job, no right to vote, no right to public housing, no right to food assistance, no family.

And they owe debts to the state that they can't pay.

Because they were in prison and don't have any money.

Because if they had any money at point of arrest the war on drugs authorizes the police to take it and pass it out as bounty and spoils to the officers.

So that is the new state of most of our young black male citizens.

And there are millions of them.

And they have all been systematically erased from citizenship.

Unsettling seems to be a rather vapid description of that state.

America crumbles.

But we know in the next financial shuck and jive the white bankers will come out whole.

How nice.

Roses In Paris

 I take a lot of pictures of the river, the buildings, the trees and the crows.

I take pictures of empty liquor bottles as they nestle among cigarette buts and used metro tickets under chestnut trees.

I guess my favorite subjects, though, are the roses.

Here are a few.