They have lots of things outside to photograph, though. Wish I'd had a polarizing lens, to try to get a good shot of that snapper...
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Friday, May 27, 2016
|1pkg||dry yeast||1/2 pkg|
|1/4 cup||lukewarm water||1/4 cup|
|1 1/2 tsp||sugar||1/4 cup|
|2 1/2 tsp||salt||1/2 tsp|
|1/2 cup||shortening||1/8 cup|
|1 3/4 cup||boiling water||1/2 cup|
|6 cup||flour||3 3/4 cup|
|evap milk||1/2 cup|
Pour boiling water over shortening, sugar, and salt. Add milk. Cool to lukewarm. Dissolve yeast in lukewarm water. Add to cooled mixture, with egg. Stir in 2 cups flour. Beat. Add flour to make soft dough. Chill in greased bowl w/ waxed paper over dough.
Roll 1/4". Cut into squares. Fry.
Serve with plenty of powdered sugar. These recipes have no nutmeg. Others do.
This was a rare Sunday morning treat once upon a time. If you serve it at night instead it is much more conveniently prepared.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
No, we didn't go to concerts, but I suspect the audience noise would have made them even harder to understand than the radio versions. (Maybe understanding wasn't the most important thing about concerts--darsan and tribal bonding...)
I'm not always overjoyed when I finally figure out what they were talking about. "Are you nuts? Life's not like that; love's not like that!"
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
On of these is Little Hope Cemetery.
I assume the name came from a community or river called Little Hope. I wonder that they let the name stand, though.
A map at the Mammoth Cave visitor's center claimed that Little Rock Central High School is among sites under the aegis of the National Park Service. I didn't realized I'd gone to school in a park ...
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Cockroaches, among other things, eat bedbugs. Or centipedes. Some spiders.
The judge said Brownell had given the interviews that he subsequently claimed defamed him. Filing frivolous lawsuits doesn't speak well of his character either.
I wrote earlier that an abandoned ship washed up on shore of Liberia and got no official reaction for 2 days: This at a time of nominally heightened security.
Updates to the story involved arresting looters and discovering that the control room had burned--at some point. (The area is heavily Muslim, btw.)
But all is well--we hope. One of the putative owners showed up, saying he'd bought the oil tanker (transporting groundnut oil) on the installment plan, and that after it started leaking in the engine room the crew got off using one of the lifeboats and were picked up by a fishing trawler. The Nigerian tanker is registered in Panama, ironically. (Instead of Liberia)
Nice to know it probably wasn't pirates. Or arms smugglers.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Hara rewrote the book on torpedo attacks for the Japanese Navy, and as the blurb says, became a very successful destroyer captain. As the war wore on, successful came to mean surviving more than it meant actually accomplishing the official mission.
He is quite frank in his judgments. He tries hard to explain what went on during naval battles (which this novice found quite helpful). And he tries to explain how he managed to survive "a hundred sorties."
If you have any interest in the Pacific war, read it.
(*) Christmas afternoon has often been a quiet time, with everybody perusing everybody else's book haul. If you have to drive back to Wisconsin the next day, you have to read in a hurry.
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Granted, quite a few politicians would simply burst under the strain. I think we could afford the loss.
Think of the salutary effect when the survivors realize that the world won't end if they can't get their oar in. And that things don't get radically worse when they are obeying other people rather than having other people obey them.(**)
The higher the office, the longer the stay required.
(*) Yes, I know Trappists don't actually vow silence. Close enough, though.
(**)Some politicians are capable of learning.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
The first thing I thought of was "I haven’t watched or listened to a Presidential speech or debate in decades. I skim the transcript. If that."
That’s partly because I hate to waste a half an hour when I can get the same information in 2 minutes. Partly it’s because I discount their claims and promises by 90% or so—don’t listen to the magician’s patter, watch his hands. ("You can keep your policy.")
I’ve delivered addresses that were compelling, and others that were fumbling, with equally sound data and reasoning behind both kinds. (At the equivalent of 3am my time, I rarely perform at my best.) I don’t put quite as much weight on presentation as on content, at least when listening to the pros. With acquaintances, yes, I pay attention to tone and posture—but pols and other actors practice sounding convincing.
I wonder if one side effect of this detachment is a lack of perceived relationship. When I read a speech I don’t feel that Obama is addressing me the way I’m told the fireside chats made people feel that Roosevelt was talking to them. I didn’t feel attached to Bush either, or to Clinton, or to Bush or … But some people seem to feel more than just a simple tribal connection.
On reflection, I don't think that lack is a real problem. There is no personal relationship between us--why kid myself? Perhaps David Warren would argue that there should be--the king should have a small enough kingdom to make that at least remotely feasible. But for better and for worse we intended to design a government with replaceable rulers to whom one makes no lasting commitment beyond a pension.
Sunday, May 08, 2016
And so, of course, an abandoned tanker went aground and nobody noticed for two days. (Apparently local folks noticed, but the authorities didn't get around to showing up.) "A source at the National Port Authority (NPA) told the Daily Observer that the NPA was not aware of the situation because “Robertsport does not have a seaport.”"
Apparently the ship went missing three weeks ago. Nobody was found aboard--the port authority thinks the owner ran out of money to pay the crew and they all skipped out.
Or else pirates killed the crew, but officials don't dwell on that possibility.
Wednesday, May 04, 2016
When I was 20 I’d have been gung ho for removing it—the Civil War was about slavery and I don’t want to honor that.
I’m not 20 any more. The Confederate powers-that-were wanted slavery, but seriously, did the soldiers actually say "Ma, I’m going off to fight the Yankees so our neighbor Jeff can buy himself a slave if he ever saves up enough money"?
One of the points of the war in the first place was "these Southerners are part of us." You can get away with damning the soldiers because of the cause of their rulers, provided you don’t want to be part of the same tribe with them afterwards.
I get the impression that those calling for the universal destruction of all such monuments (*) aren’t interested in living together afterwards.
(*) Though you can melt Jeff Davis down for scrap and I won’t mind.
Tuesday, May 03, 2016
Along the way I saw a slab-throne covered with colorful small tiles, with the images of pendants on the arms. I wondered what they could be--was this something for weddings, or what is something Marian--what did those pendants mean?
I found a small sign near it: "Throne Rococo Nouveau." In other words the decorations didn't mean anything. I found that somehow disappointing.
Thursday, April 28, 2016
While I'd hate to be facing this thing when it let go, it looked like a huge pain to load. The Tredegar Iron Works was an interesting place to visit, BTW.
I'd love to see somebody actually exercise the thing; uncranking the back, loading each of the barrels, buttoning it up. Without special tools it must have taken a whale of a long time. A different version with only 15 barrels is loaded and fired below: