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Thursday, August 20, 2026

August 20, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 20, 2025, paint it black.
Five years ago today: August 20, 2021, on the bottom.
Nine years ago today: August 20, 2017, my new wall.
Random years ago today: August 20, 2009, 250,000 each.

           A good day already. I saw the varmint, it is a possum. I’ll set up the trap but don’t expect much. My energy meter is 50% so maybe we’ll accomplish something. My choice was to get the place more organized, but I’m past the point of no return on that count. Everything I move is in the way of something else. With one exception. Some of my stuff is in neat boxes. I learned how to make a, hang on, that is the Reb. Later, I forgot what we were talking about, but cancel the good day. We have another incident so I will be distracted well past the weekend. Financial recover is pushed way back into mid-2027.
           I have boxes to distract me. Glad as I am for choosing this hobby, I think my appreciation has just begun. Today, I will focus on boxes to keep my sanity on an even keel. There is a reason I did not get into recording music, let’s leave it at that, meaning as long as possible. Watch these boxes slowly, they are a cover for what I’m having to ponder and plan these days. Read between the boxes, you might say.

           These are smaller boxes that have design trials. All five were completed today, this does not mean built today. I’m experienced enough to leave a stage, say cutting the bottom plate, until later. Careful if you try this, it is damn easy to get lost and lose time. The only purpose built box is the one with the thumb holes. This is for the small “toy” clamps that re getting more use as some laser tabs must be glued up.
           There is another important change, not ready until this afternoon. I call it the K-box because it is designed for economy. If it turns out, I’ll provide some details. I require the distraction, I have put away six cups of coffee and now it’s raining early. The focus on this box is cheap and easy construction while maintaining the strong construction. I think I’m ready for this step, though beware of shortcuts. Will it make a good box?
           Glue is also becoming a fastener of choice for these more generic boxes. I call it cheap, or “elmo” glue. It has to be clamped as I cannot afford an electric brad gun at this time. The best small clamps I have are the Harbor Freight 9” plastic, if there’s time there’ll be a picture. Ah, here we go, this shows a small label being glued to the home-made handle of my “bicycle spoke” tool.

           Have you had trouble finding this blog? I had to disable all but personal access, and that may not be enough. It took me a while to catch on because this blog has experienced surges before. Analysis shows that beginning July 23, I began to see a rapid climb in non-standard browsers in the referral statistic. The Seychelles figured prominently July 24, 25, 26 but this was typical of “blooms” and it fell off. So I did not get suspicious other than the weird time zone.
           So I ran some independent tests and there was a moving average of 6,600 extra hits per day for 20 days. Now I know it is a robot of some kind, so all automatic access is disabled. I figure my readers are wise enough to know if a referred line fails just log in directly. I must consider other measures, so please don’t give up. I’m not going anywhere that I would not tell you, now that I myself am living vicariously through the recording career I never had of my own.

Picture of the day.
The Wetumpka bridge.
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           Well into the evening, I have something for you to examine. Once more, the primary qualities are not visible, but here is a box made with five cuts and two drill holes (four if you count the pilot holes). The biggest savings of this style is there is no waste slicing the bottom panel. The box is designed to be one picket wide. This throws off the Golden Ratio. I could use the formula, but it would mean the box is shorter and I do not view that, in light of experience, to be an advantage. This box is the same length as a Z-box or J-box. If you are new here, the Z-box is the biggest I build from the large fence pickets, the J-box is the same dimensions using the small picket.
           Introducing the K-box. It’s stood on end to show the entire construct is solid pieces. No splices, just the corner joints,            They are glued and stapled, this is the prototype. No finish, no logo, and it is unlikely it will naturally fit anything. However, the cost in direct materials is $3 so conceivably I’d sell this for $6. That’s a profit on paper, I’d have to sell six an hour to break even on my time and flat out I can only make three of these in that time. Selling on-line, as described before, is a hassle. “I was going to ship you a box, but I couldn’t find anything to ship it in.”
           I’ve considered a narrow box using a small picket for the bottom. Maybe a trial, but this design is nearing the point of no return. The box gets proportionately stronger but the really narrow boxes (same width are a button box) become less handy. I’ve found most boxes that need such strength or suited for tools and parts at least 10” long, which requires a 12” box so you can reach your finger inside.

           Here is another glimpse at the K-box. But for a ton of experience this is just a fence panel. All the rest is aesthetics that are tricky to pinpoint but I could not have built this box a year ago. This is day 202 of my recovery and I’m not doing great avoiding stress. Not today, anyway. However, this will not improve by my fretting so let me get lost in some programming. More research on FPGAs, it is teaching me a lot about Arduinos, oddly, because that is what is inside the Arduino chip.
           Lingo is not that bad and it is sometimes required. But rarely at a beginner or intro level, and once again the Internet is full of fried-brains on that count. A tutorial for newbies is not the place to demo your jargon. I want to program a chip, not implement some fabric. I first programmed a computer over fifty years ago and I know this game very well. I’m going to hazard a description of how I think it works, which could be as comical as other beginner’s observations I’ve recorded. Okay, in a regular computer, every input goes through a single CPU one at a time. Use up one and the others sit there in a queue.

           This means if you had ten inputs, each would have to wait its turn. And each turn takes one clock cycle. It looks to me like a FPGA could input all ten signals at once and execute them all with a single clock pulse. In a regular computer, you would read the inputs one by one, and store them in memory locations. I note the lack of FPGA memory for this purpose. This material is still over my head.
           So I took another easy look at spray painting. I’m satisfied dipping will work well enough. The dip tank is fastest for flat panels and boxes that fit, it is practically instant. Drip is not a big deal as the rough wood soaks up most excess. I have two constraints, the major one being room for only one relatively small tank. The other is a second coat of differing liquid, for instance, poly over stain. Even sun-baked dry stain will slightly discolor the coating noticeably as you dunk more pieces. There are already two situations where I find a second dip less than optimal. One is when you want a very light coat, the other is boxes already built that don’t fit the tank.
           Four videos later, I don’t think I want to use a sprayer. Between thinning, straining, cleaning, and all the taping and prep work, plus storage and the need for masks, booths, and dragging around hoses or cords, I’ll pass. Give me an aerosol can which only seems more expensive until you start adding things up. I’ll copy the way the Bearded Viking applies the top coats.

           For diversion, I watched a video of that MiG 21 captured intact by the South Africans. This was the Soviets top fighter and it was not a tech marvel. It was one of the simplest jet fighters of all time, carrying minimal navigation gear, rather an actual Shell road map. The video showed nothing new, but reminded me of the sad embargo the US placed on South Africa, how it made me lose faith in our policies. We should have been helping the country fight an invasion. Thirty years ago, South Africa was a nuclear power with a space program. Today, there is garbage blowing in the streets. Diversity.
           Sometimes I regret not having a picture filing system, but I never thought I’d own a hundred thousand digital pics. In a way, I do have a system in that the date and topic is in the name, and humans who figure prominently are often nicknames. This last trip, JZ “remembers” we always went to Naples in his pickup. Not so, I like women who like Cadillacs. But I cannot find even one such photo, although some of them are almost iconic in this blog. Like the time he bought out the Dollar Store. He recalls that, but not standing at the door of the Cadillac. One of the most accurately documented of life stories and I can’t locate the photos. What computer era?

ADDENDUM
           In one of my on-line reads, I’m in a back-and-forth with some lawyer who has a warped concept of what a Libertarian is. Lawyers tend to take any political view to the extreme, to where most behavior always breaks down and they can finger-point. It’s interesting to see how he considers his views the popular, whereas I am the guy that published the scale to tell how “Jewish” your law professors were. If they stress right and wrong, your score is 10, if they see only the legalities as money opportunities, you score 0. I consider my view practical.
           A Libertarian is simply someone who believes all participation should be voluntary. Other ways to say the same thing is a Libertarian believes in minimal government. That you may not compel others to pay for things.they don’t want. That freedom is self-limiting, you don’t need to police most issues. Always within reason, I stress, we do need police for those who go to extremes or cause harm. But not otherwise.
           It turns out the lawyer, like so many, doesn’t know what a Libertarian even is. He confuses it with that pack of dodos who call themselves the Libertarian party in America, but are a ridiculous clown show. It seems they confuse closely spelled words, like “liberal” and “libertine”, which are not at all the same thing. Libertarians highly respect the rule of law and individual responsibilities.

           He brought up the example of the drowning man, once again an extreme most people never see. Do we rescue him? To the lawyer, the only correct answer is an unconditional yes or you are a killer. To a Libertarian, the correct answer is yes, but later, depending on the circumstances, send him the bill. Was he the victim of unforeseen circumstances, or did he get drunk and go swimming alone at night?
           The real argument is who should pay for self-inflicted harm? It’s a familiar stance for me. You are free to help just about anybody with your own money. You are not free to compel others, that’s why you have to steal it. And call it taxation.

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Wednesday, August 19, 2026

August 19, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 19, 2025, it used to be.
Five years ago today: August 19, 2021, the last Aussie hero.
Nine years ago today: August 19, 2017, coffeeless Polk.
Random years ago today: August 19, 2014, Starbucks is bitter.

           No gymnastics this morning, but I did update some of the blog posts of August 2006. I have a huge surplus of photos from those days, as the Argus was new and so was almost every scene. As you imagine, finding new material for you is no longer a matter of reaching for the camera. But I like you, even if nobody has donated to my doggie fund. Is it real, the photos from Dearborn? Hundreds of bikers showed up when Muslims threatened to take over the city. The bikes are just parked along the streets. Not a single Muzzie in sight, supporting that awful rumor they only attack the defenseless.
           This is a guess at the new MarsCopter of this decade. It is nuclear powered and the pencil-necks are not sending to to Mars, but Titan, one of the moons of Jupiter. And it won’t get there until after I’m gone. Who cares about rivers of methane when we have yet to set foot on Mars?

           If you get some blanks or notices, I had to enable my anti-robot feature. While I have no doubt this material is an excellent method to teach A.I. how to behave, it is throwing off my hit counter. When I got several days of identical hits, suspect those Seychelles people again. This blocking is new territory to me, what a pity an entire three consecutive generations who cannot come up with anything of their own.

           Having the time, I pulled my blog records for a month and spot a pattern. I don’t know what it is, for I’ don’t live in a world of net-zombies I can ask. But I see a number of days where the counter is too close to be random. I’m dealing with something automatic, so expect changes. Also, did you see how Lindsay, the lady who killed her kids, has a huge support base, while Shiloh, the one who defended her kid has no help from other women.
           Another PPP or two, this time because I’m at home and run the A/C most of the time. Last year I replaced the bedroom unit with a cheap model, thinking I’d replace it quickly. It now barely runs and must be left on 24/7. Then the attic fan, which makes a great difference, gave out while I was in the kitchen. I heard it die. Rated for 20,000 hours, it lasted maybe half that. In today’s only good news, I’ve received an offer of $185,000 for my cabin. I am between two churches separated by a lot too small to build on unless they buy my place. But, then I’d be homeless, and broke, at today’s prices, in 11 years 1 month. Tempting.

Picture of the day.
Pixilated bandaids.
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           A zero day and I have 100% enjoyed it so far. At 84% humidity and 88°F nothing is moving out there. Sometimes I think I’ve led the longest life of my generation. I’ve said before I cannot identify with people who say things seem like y’day. Well, what did such people do with their time? I came across a folder of pictures from 2006 and looking at them seems so long ago it feels like it was somebody else’s biography. And a reminder you will never finish most of what you start. And you will know many people who never finish anything. They are easy to spot, they never have any money.
           By 4:00PM I have not moved past the coffee maker. I have been reading, more gate arrays, some Arduino, and now an article on navigation. Seawater is electrically conductive, actually it is the salt ions. When electromagnetic waves enter the ocean, they just heat up the top half-inch an imperceptible amount. Many don’t know this, but our billion-dollar submarines use dead reckoning, same as I do.

           Another PPP or two, this time because I’m at home and run the A/C most of the time. Last year I replaced the bedroom unit with a cheap model, thinking I’d replace it quickly. It now barely runs and must be left on 24/7. Then the attic fan, which makes a great difference, gave out while I was in the kitchen. I heard it die. Rated for 20,000 hours, it lasted maybe half that. In today’s only good news, I’ve received an offer of $185,000 for my cabin. I am between two churches separated by a lot too small to build on unless they buy my place. But, then I’d be homeless, and broke, at today’s prices, in 11 years 1 month. Tempting.
           By 6:30PM, who can stand doing nothing? I hauled the pieces of the shelving out of the Hundy and set them up, shown here. Yeah, took me two hours and it was a boon having that third 4-foot clamp. If you can see it. These “modern” designs have to be assembled in a specific order for all the pins and dowels to fit. I very carefully kept all the screws in a nice wooden box and now cannot find it. There are two shelf inserts not shown here, but this fits the Z-box with a little room to spare. That is the KIA in the background, I left it running for a half-hour. It is one beauty of a vehicle.

           Then I pulled up the bass and played ten of my all time favorite tunes, some new, some not so new, some I have drastically changed over the years but that any Boomer would recognize, My ten favorite tunes today, all heavy on the bass.
Lady Madonna
Next Broken Heart
Love Me Two Times
Folsom Prison Blues
Six Days On the Road
Hot Dog
Last Train to Clarksville
Spider and Snakes
Long-Haired Country Boy
Fire
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Tuesday, August 18, 2026

August 18, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 18, 2025, except it isn’t,
Five years ago today: August 18, 2021, listen to the downpour.
Nine years ago today: August 18, 2017, yes, I buy at $50 million.
Random years ago today: August 18, 2006, testing “videophones”.

           Ah, coffee and the news. The biggest tourism draw in Zimbabwe is now the ruins of old Rhodesia. I plan to read more on this history. It must be Florida election time again as the promise-everything-deliver-nothing radio campaigns have begun in earnest. Worst are the pro-birth fanatics. Don’t I mean pro-life? Nope, they don’t give a damn what happens afterward. And of course, they want to protect those who society deems, in their perception, “less worthy” but want society and not themselves to pay for it. And in the best Trump endorsement possible, the left may be fielding the cackling Harris. Fasten your seatbelts or risk falling from laughter.
           The desperate left is pulling out all their dirty tricks, but this time is different. While they controlled the media, America could never quite be sure. Now that Trump has peeled off the lid, their stunts are exposed and t is borderline hilarious. Example, in Alaska they have resorted to funding a mid-term candidate with the same name (Dan Sullivan). The real Dan is a long-standing Republican, the other Dan is a fifth-grade school teacher who denies any affiliation with the Democrats. Well, except for leasing his office from Amber Lee, their chief political consultant.

           Who’d like to cover something other than boxes today? Your in luck, we have some all new issues, including the latest PPP. I got an estimate on the brake job, and they want $700. Hence, it is a sequence of PPPs (poor people problems). If I do that, I cannot have the KIA people fix the transmission. The Hundy was my own loaner, but I’ve put two trips to Tennessee and three to Miami, total 3,700 miles in four months. At projected usage, that is four years wear & tear. That brake was not supposed to act up until mid-2030.
           Thus, I must fix the KIA no matter what, and that means a local shop. I found one which should run around $300. Exactly the scenario that shunts the problem further into the future and means I must now find a similar ugly repair for the brake or risk being stranded in the very way I set out to avoid. Today’s addendum includes the millenialization sequence at the brake shop. Here is the starter switch out there in the 108°F afternoon. Can you even see it?

           I must opt for the unofficial fluid change and find a Mexican shop to jam that brake open. I cannot get by with the one repair and I cannot afford both. Also recall the starter on the Hundy is rigged up through the grill, and I really need to feed that into the cab and out of the weather, another PPP. This work must be done in the yard and summer is not the ideal time. My yard is quite shady, just not all day. From mid-morning to mid-afternoon you cannot pick up any tools or touch any metal left in the sun. And it takes until later before the day cools enough even in the shade.
           Bills due this week: Telecom $74, phone $25, gasoline $60. Maybe I’ll put less gas in case I fix the KIA, but if not that means stopping more often for gas with that bothersome starter. At times, being poor can cost more than being middle-class. Retire, they said, take it easy. All you need do is become a garden slug, get addicted to bingo, and microwave everything.

Picture of the day.
The unreliable sniff test.
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           Taking some measurements, the new shelf is a few inches too large for where I’d planned. So, today let me get it into the hallway. If it fits, I have a narrower hall. The problem with stacking the boxes, which works surprisingly fair documentaries on the Bush War. This was the Russian/Chinese/Cuban armed militia attacks on Rhodesia.
           Later, there is the shelf back board in the van. The parts are heavy but should not have been a drain. A measurement shows I can just get the unit into place in that wall below the doorbell. My health is so hair-trigger that I hauled two pieces into the kitchen and had to quit. I barely made it to the Festus show and all he did was give Kitty a birthday present. In Festus talk, I’m afeered all the action shows have been seen. This time some guy admits he is half Kiowa. Not exactly the westerns I like to watch.

           I was into town to check two bank situations. One is the mystery balance, which I will not know if the check clears until early September, and two is some cash for Tennessee. My doggie is limping. Sure enough, the Reb calls to report my guy has arthritis, mostly in the back legs. Chooks loves his walkies and she reports for the first time he balked. He has a special step (looks exactly like a Z-box) to get up onto the softest bed in Tennessee. This is the first time he chose the bed.
           We also worked out a schedule to get my medical info, about the only mail I ever get other than bank statements, though her place. It’s a hassle, but with Fred now out of the picture, if anything down here happens to me, nobody can do a thing to help. Yes, folks, my world is slowly shutting down to basics—but compared to what I’ve seen the past year, we have lots of adventure time left. Are you getting as much out of all this as I am?

           I’m sitting here, no gumption, no coffee, and the bass is hanging on the wall. Maybe I should give up temporarily, hmmm, but I’m already at my quiet retreat in the
countryside. Maybe it’s BBWS, box-building withdrawal syndrome. For study, I read more FPGA code. Barely makes sense, but that’s how it always starts. Engineers are not teachers and vice versa. I’ve found several “beginner” boards and the coding looks painful. These devices were used on the MarsCopter, which is what got me started.
           I’ve seen three tutorials and they are all full of jargon. What is the difference between an element board and a development board? When this happens, I usually try to find a user manual or a tutorial. If you’ld like to follow along what I’m reading, I’m starting with the Sparkfun chapter called “Anatomy”. Learning to blink a light is the beginner’s test for logic boards. I’ll be happy if I get that far at all with just the literature. Then again, how many other blogs examine furniture, brakes, and gate arrays on the same day?

           Further looking at several examples of simple code show one of the sources of complexity is the way engineers avoid plain language code. The instructions are compiled, so there is no reason that “Connect port 1 to switch 1” has to become “set_property iostandard LVCMOS33 [get_ports SWITCH1]” Incidentally, there is an engineering term for the jargon. The main barrier with jargon other than the vocabulary is the way they leave out important points. Engineers call this “lacking critical implementation details”. I studied until 2:42AM and that is enough. Good night.

ADDENDUM
           My old brake shop has passed from father to son, and the son is a real fly-by-wire. I wanted a ballpark figure to throw new pads on a known bad drum. The millennial working the counter knows darn well what I want them to do is remove the calipers and seal the brake line until I come back next week. That brake has never worked right and does not affect the handling of the vehicle. But he’s got this rule book that, son-of-a-gun, also maximizes his prices.
           After the usual discussion that I do not want to be entered into his wonderful private system, he starts tapping away. For around five minutes. I mention to him I work with computers and wonder what he is doing. Working on his crown jewel, the maximum estimate. I know this job is less than two hours. He’s checking the price of calibrating the post-job fluid pressure, yadda-yadda. I tell him I must get to the bank and he does not listen. An older guy at the other counter sees this and tells me, “about $700”. Thank you.

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Monday, August 17, 2026

August 17, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 17, 2025, will not increase.
Five years ago today: August 17, 2021, 10,000 contractors.
Nine years ago today: August 17, 2017, back in Montana, sigh.
Random years ago today: August 17, 2016, define ‘stupidity’.

           Yo, did I wake up feeling defeated. As evolution has it, the cure for that is coffee. Add some sticky rice and I was on my feet by noon. Still shaking off the fog, a call to Tennessee has me propped up. I mean, I’m going back to sleep until noon. Due to semi-popular request, here is the bottle of extra dark soy sauce I mentioned. I did not know so many have never seen it. See, I do value your loyalty to get you close-ups of such terrifically important things. My air conditioner, which has been on steady for two months, was off during my trip last week. Now it will not turn back on full blast. These and more PPPs to follow, I am sure.
           Unable to get underway, I have the movie “Bad Moms” playing. I had to type that title five times, as my fingertips are conditioned to write “band” instead of “bad”. I am okay with that movie except I cannot stand even looking at that Katherin Hahn. Far too big-nosed housewife and most scarily in the movie, I don’t think she’s acting. It was not a nothing day, for instance I took all the pots and bowls out of the cupboards and scrubbed them squeaky with iron wool. Kind of a memory of Marion.
           Immediately thereafter, I made up a huge batch of fried rice. JZ was a short order cook, makes each plateful special. Not me, I’ll make up ten pounds a batch and freeze it ahead for a week. I did not leave the big bag of sticky rice behind, it is here, everybody else can go get their own. It is called glutinous rice in translation so there’s all you need. And yes, I like curry, which I associate with Thailand, never India. Even the masala I prefer is from Africa.

           Tired enough to put everything on hold, I watched some documentaries. One that got me was the Soviet T-35 I’ve mentioned before. A behemoth for its time (1933), it followed a doctrine not common in Europe, the “breakthrough” tank. It had five turrets and no intercom. The commander in the cupola faced an impossible task trying to control this. The main shortcoming at that time was mechanical failure. If you know what to look for, you can see pieces of the tank that fell off during the early retreats of 1941.
           That’s not the point. I looking again at the tank. If control was a barrier, maybe time to look again. We have artificial intelligence now. The idea was a tank that could fight in all directions without turning the body. Imagine turrets with Gatling capability, lidar-directed, computer controlled, and a drone swarm. Ah, see what I mean. Times have changed, ten or twenty turrets are not beyond imagining. One should design a tiny Gatling with just the pellet ammo needed to swat a drone. Remember, you saw it here first.

           Then, four hand-written letters to my dwindling core circle of life-long friends. I’ve been invited to an extra neighborhood Festus meet-up tonight. I’m too pooped, so tomorrow at regular time is all I can manage. Think I’ll just sit here a spell. I watched a BBC documentary about the Boer War that tried to portray it as a valiant British struggle to free blacks from slavery and champion their rights for representative government. And the Brit government now really hates Musk. He’s publishing their requests for censorship on X.
           Something else that doesn’t fit the narrative is the concept that the farmer “steals” his land if he plows it There is probably no arable spot on Earth that somebody didn’t at some point graze his horse or ox on it. Does herding a goat over a patch of ground make it yours? On the other hand, does plowing it? History shows that the first cities arose only after grazing land was cultivated, making the food supply stable enough to make the place worth protecting. Was it this protecting that led to ownership disputes,
           The Boers arrive and see nothing because the natives are not there at the moment. They plant a crop and next summer the native shows up with his herd and says that land is mine. Oooh, that sounds a lot like Palestine. Careful about taking sides, for it is evident the land that is cultivated is far more valuable than as pasture. Using land is not the same as improving it. Orchards are generally worth more than [the same acreage of] forest.

Picture of the day.
The original Doc Holliday.
(Glenwood Springs.)
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           I not only stayed put, I did not build any boxes. I know you are proud of me but that is as close as I ever want to get to being a hotel desk clerk. It’s my frame that’s weary, not my brain. So I’m taking a short look a the Arduino stab at standardizing FPGA, those field programmable gate arrays. It’s chip full of the logic gates used to create computer chips. But the gates are not arranged for specific tasks lie your CPU or math chip. You program the gates—and this suffers from the same development crap as all such devise. Too many of the coders are idiots who do not think ahead. The results are idiotic and incompatible.
           A functional gate array must have at least three “interfaces”, they are a way to communicate, a way to input data, and a method to control what is going on. That’s all I can digest for now. Twenty minutes later, I quit. Even the beginner’s tutorial is either too complicated or written to read like gibberish. This was a first look, I know how to break down these things, just not at this time. Nor can I give up this easy, so let’s try a different approach. A video tutorial, soon as I find one. Here is the best pic I can find of an FPGA for sale, they seem to average $400 each. This photo is a development board, a fancy term of a basic kit. The array is that square chip at center. Note the large number of I/O ports.

           Up to now, I thought the FPGA’s advantage was you could reprogram the gates. The videos say no, the gains are that the chips are super-fast and they can act in parallel. So most of your videos and music devices use gate arrays. There are two languages for most of these, I will take a look now, but I sense this is a daunting task. Nonetheless, it is only a matter of time until the primitive A.I. functions out there discover the power of parallel processing. I would like at least an inkling of how they go about their business.
           I’ve now read my first code block of VHDL, the gate language used by the US military. It is fairly self-descriptive but has a rotten vocabulary. It could have called this first example “array” an AND-GATE. Because that is what it is. Instead they call it the “architecture RTL” or something, I’m not ready for this. I do spot a lot of the code seems to concern controlling time while the commands themselves are simple imput/output.

ADDENDUM
           Today’s primo event didn’t happen. The conference call with Caltier did not go through. The company has to see the Reb’s number, they will not answer (take messages) from my phone, which is also blocked. (I have not had botherations with robocalls in years.) However, the end of this month has been mentioned as a deadline, and I went over the entire set of records I have on the company, as I usually do before each call. It’s almost as if I know they don’t have the time, or inclination, to do that.
           What I noticed is a new field has appeared on our account listing. It is for redemptions, lists the correct amount, and flags the transaction as “pending”. This is acceptable. They cannot really backpedal now without losing face, I hate to say. But pending is something we can use here to assuage our own wolves.

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Wednesday, August 12, 2026

August 12, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 12, 2025, four times as many.
Five years ago today: August 12, 2021, they are to me.
Nine years ago today: August 12, 2017, switching to wall units.
Random years ago today: August 12, 2008, remember my “café”?

           We now have stain-dunking experience and the liquid depth need only be an inch. The thickest wood I use normally is 5/8”, which means I’d be smarter to build my own stain tub. I have experience with acrylic, but that was 42 years ago. I’ve not, in ten years, ever seen a sign shop in this area. There have to be some in Orlando. I have nothing new for you today, just another set of boxes. Tennessee called mid-morning and another $5,000 is out the window I have some comments on that in the addendum.
           These are the latest in spice boxes. That’s just the name, they are general purpose. What you see is the result of dunking in a darker shade of stain and I like the results. Painting never seems to get it even and that is one aspect of “rustic” you want to be the same all over. The knobs have been changed to an old brass type and these bear the fake box logo. JZ also gets another Z-box, not pictured here but there is a virtually identical box we’ll look at this afternoon.

           It’s been nearly a year, but I saw the neighbor lady this morning. Her daughter’s car is not supposed to be in the yard, the whole street knows it. All is okay, the daughter, who is somehow out of jail again, is getting her junk out of the yard. As you’ve guessed, I do not like her. Seventy year old woman don’t get thrown in prison for nothing.
          Sadly, the neighbor’s husband passed away, on his way to the hospital to have a pacemaker installed. He basically died in the ambulance. I got another e-mail this morning, another cancellation on Friday, so I’m packing up the van now. I have an old Audiovox CD player I was going to donate to Ricko that I will rig up to play CDs if I can find the correct power cable. It has to be one of those tiny two-prong “kettle” cords. I’ve got them around but where?

           I found the cord, but it was another fail. The radio and CD player did not work and I already have a cassette deck. The gas powered pressure washer is ready for loading, I may need a hand with that. Out to the shed, I put together four boxes and tested the dip tray, this time with a darker mix. Came out pretty good if you ask me, these are a pair of spice boxes for JZ because he is slowly getting convinced he needs a hobby. Hey, I would laugh if somebody actually found a use for Florida balconies other than storing bicycles and old Xmas trees.
           There was also a dark mixture, but it is too drastic. Good mostly for hiding mistakes. This morning’s batch was two Z-boxes and two Spice. I balk at dipping the bigger models, even the free stain cannot keep up with that. Here’s a picture of the late-model featuring most of the accumulated experience. The concept of competition no longer crosses my mind.
           The logic is straightforward. If you went to woodworking school, trust me, after that effort and expense you would not be building boxes like this. And if I had to add up all the learning steps of doing my way, you are looking at I’d guess 300 of them. Just running the laser takes 40 moves and mistakes not even mentioned in the guidebook.

Picture of the day.
Alabama Atlantic coast, A.I.
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           Rush hour delayed me until 7:00PM. So, it was out to the shed where I finished the Z-boxes from this morning. If you don’t mind, I need to talk about this box to get my mind off collars and contracts and the part of music I never did like. Not everyone, but there just is a consistently seamy side to most people in the trade. Give me a saw and some boards. Which is what you see here, this is the latest model, showing the results of one year’s experience on this design and five years experience with boxes of this type.
           This is a bare wooden box, no finishing. These larger boxes would soak up stain by the gallon, a factor I will have to deal with separately. Meanwhile, if you look at the construction, you can spot the finer fit and tighter joints. This has three bottom slats which results in some wasted lumber. That is now part of the cost.
           A logo on the box is pretty much a given now, as it seriously enhances appeal. It telegraphs that somebody once had a use for this box and, for a low-low introductory price, so can you. The price? You won’t like this but a fair retail on this would be at least $25.

           I’m inside and pleasantly tired, let’s see what the goofs of the world are up to. First, watch Jack Reacher kick the crap out of a few dozen tough guys. While this is going on Ioaded up the van, which means everything thing from the pressure washer to the Crate amp, which I had to dig out of the spare bedroom. I need that for band practice and later today, the eldest boy is ready for his first coordinaled band practice. The skill sets of music and keeping a band together are often conflictory.
           Here is another view of this most up-to-date Z-box, help me think of some way I can finish this with stain. It really makes a difference, but otherwise, it is yagasuki. I’m looking at a small paint sprayer for the final layer. That is in the future, I’m busy these days. It's not the spraying directly, that's the easy part. It's the need for full set-up and cleaning for even the smallest jobs. The Bearded Viking uses spray cans, something I cannot afford at this time.

ADDENDUM
           Show biz is one of the most corrupt operations in the USA, but it is not labeled corrupt for one simple reason. It is not illegal. No law against the way things run. However, we know this and it was interesting to chat with a music lawyer who has known the Reb a long time. He knows there are no ethics but he is open about it. The accident that took the lives of our original legal team is now taken up by this person and all the dates on the contract need to be changed to September. Zap! Five thousand dollars.
           I had to drive into Winter Haven to get that together. Yes, most people would have quit by now and there are no guarantees of a return, none. So, I asked about the failure ratio. He doesn’t know but it is pretty high. He affirms that nobody will commit to a fixed price and that he himself is often surprised by expensive shocks. But he points out what you suspected—nobody will fight back because they trap you ever deeper. Like myself, he is disgusted by the operators who insist if you “want” to succeed you’ll find a way. They use it as an excuse to gouge.
           He’s seen countless excellent artists and material fail, not because they didn’t “want” but because they ran out of money. That situation is always caused by shady operators who don’t quote open and honest pricing up front, and I despise them. This project, entirely due to hidden costs and agendas, is around $80,000 over budget. And there will be more surprises, just you watch. Most guitarists don’t need talent, they need a marketing department.
           Did I just say “conflictory”?

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Tuesday, August 11, 2026

August 11, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 11, 2025, wasp season.
Five years ago today: August 11, 2021, African spices?
Nine years ago today: August 11, 2017, 40 miles by Rebel.
Random years ago today: August 11, 2007, my mid-biking days.

           There’s a good one, Bernie Saunders saying put the brakes on A.I. Seems he wants to wait until the technology can be “better controlled”, whatever that means to a socialist. I’m reminded of how not that long ago the original versions of A.I were recalled when, after being presented with undoctored facts, they all became anti-semetic. I also have an information tidbit, one of those trivial items that has often trigger policy changes around here. It started when I wanted diced onion in my breakfast spuds.
>           Real onion, not the kind out of the salt shaker, though I do not mind those. Groceries are a budget item in this cabinhold, so while the water was boiling, I entered the receipt. What? I don’t track individual items but darn rights I just paid $1.63 a pound for onions. Friggen onions, onions that practically grow for free in the Idaho ground. Now I truly hate Joe Biden.

           This blog is your go-to source for contemporary box lore. Here is today’s entry. This video shows what I consider a “junk” box because there is something wrong with it. But what happens is I learn the problem early in the process and will often experiment with the box, like adding the handle and latch shown here. Yes, this is the box for the glove compartment screwdriver and I’m repeatedly discovering people like this effect. (Liking and buying are different animals.)
           This was a video for Mitch to spot the defect. It tells at the end of the video, when the box is placed on a flat surface like a desktop, it wobbles. I know by now how to fix most of this but it is not economical. So me it is junk, but useful junk and when people are around I call the “utility” boxes. If I were to sell them, something like this would have to retail for $20. Unlikely.

           This found me downtown, where my first stop was the Thrift. I scored a CD player but don’t count on those things. This location is bad for people dropping off trash unless you catch them—and even then they play dumb. The new gal at the counter gives me the senior’s discount every day, so she’s about to get nice set of spice boxes. I’ve shown her samples and once again I should listen to people who tell me they like that rustic finish.
           Next, I pull up to the phone place an see a new Nissan outside. The regular guy was there today, but just for now. He went partners with his mother on a new store up near Combee. Poor guy is like 24 years old and has gout, quite bad in his hands. His sister got the runaround from customer service, turns out she had a Nissan with something wrong. Giving up talking to them she wrote a letter to the head guy. Turns out her car was a lemon. And they have her a brand new 2026 for free. That was it sitting outside.

           This morning is more research. Again I circle back to LOFTY (now spelled Lofty) and it is a very good match to my investment experience. Once again, I see they have a ton of very small investors, my calculation is younger investors (Zoomers) dominate the market with a few thousand dollars each. If you want my follow up thoughts, read the addendum.
           I stopped for groceries and spent all my money including the $65 I put away each month for the property taxes which are due in 90 days. The hospital stay not only disrupted my already random sleep habits, it has done a number on my diet. I’ve begun to like “hospital rations” like pudding and I’ve got back a taste for ground beef. Relax, I still won’t go near tapioca. I got to the lumber yard for pickets, but y’know, they are still out in the van where they can stay until I have a nap. I didn’t say short nap. Those aren’t happening much any more.
           Presuming I will be driving to Miami on Friday, I have a CD player to test tomorrow. If that works, I will rig up a power supply. Batteries are too unreliable, so I usually assemble a power supply out of a 12V converter (to 120VAC) so I can listen to my mystery stories. I’m getting stronger but still appreciate a long stretch of sitting and thinking.

           Speaking of electricity, have you heard of the G.L.O.V.E.? It’s a glove that emits a painful electric shock, but not as high voltage as a taser. It is in use prisons to “de-escalate” quarrelsome inmates and is now being issued to ICE agents. With Trump-endorsed candidates sweeping the primaries, I think the illegals have around 90 days left to leave peacefully and voluntarily.
           And my prediction of years ago stands. Trump is not fighting the way the Deep States wants and he is going to spring a massive surprise on them just before the mid-terms. He’s already got them on the run, but you ain’t seen othing yet. Trump is just beginning to turn their own dirty tricks back on them. I may not like Trump, but I can’t totally hate anybody who makes libtards eat their own.
           Diego Garcia, the US airbase in the middle of the Indian Ocean, is reporting increased drone activity. Drones have changed the face of war. The drones are likely ordinary issue but strapped onto range extenders. I suspect there are submarines involved, as any old model will do and there are reports of drones hovering near the base fuel dumps.

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Today in Galveston.
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           It is a possum. This time I could hear him moving, not very fast. Then later I smelled possum fur. He’s getting inside right where I was fixing that darn floor when I fell ill. Of course, and that is the hardest place to fix which is why I was leaving it for last. From there, he can get onto the kitchen counter and waltz around behind the coffee maker. I’ll set up the game camera but normally a regular Hav-a-heart trap doesn’t catch possum.
           Later, 7’34” later to be exact, the camera is set up. If I can find out what path he’s taking, I can set the trap where he thinks he is going. He’s a mammal, so I now know what time he is active and roughly what he’s after. The prep area nearest the stove will unavoidably have tiny food particles. How do I know the exact timing? Because I making fake boxes and that is the time to make a small logo burn. Gosh, you know this place as well as anybody by now.

           Tell you what, let me get into position behind the camera and take you a picture of the setup. For all I know, this may be your only chance in this life to read a blog featuring a possum catch on a makeshift kitchen counter. This is from the back of the game camera facing the wire trap in the back center. Other objects on the counter are to steer our fellow well into the trap so his tail does not jam the cage open enough for him to escape. So don’t go saying I didn’t go all out for pictures today. The wooden humidity plank works fine. I’ve just not figured out a way to record it for you.
           And it must be daylight in the Seychelles, as my hit counter is registering 4 to 5 hits per minute. Yes, Hippie, that is really cooking along, that is 300 per hour, over 6000 per day. Performance you can only dream of. The unknown is how, at other times, I can drop to 15 per hour. My benchmark is to never have an hour with zero hits and I’ve bested than for a long time.

           Today the bad guys showed up in Dodge with a Gatling gun. It was a model 1870, a lot of brass and steel. Kitty shoots Morgan Colt and plays one of her better roles. I played a part myself, it was a super-tired guy sitting on the neighbor’s sofa with a mug of coffee. That might fool the casual onlooker that it was a picture of contentment. Wrong, I was so weary even the neighbor noticed. Hey, for me this has been a hectic week, both physically and mentally.
           So, I’ve pegged the evening for doing what old guys do. Play Maroon 5, edit videos, etch laser patterns, cut wood plates, a little word processing, wire a small circuit, trap critters, and drink a lot of coffee. Tomorrow, I make the first trial with fake-boxes dipped in a darker stain. I’ve cut and etched two specially for that purpose. If they work, the sprightly new gal at the Thrift gets them. Hey, India has dropped out of the picture. You get that a lot.

           The laser has a tendency to stop by itself. I blame COM port conflict and am working on a way to restart the laser as it has no capability to pick up where it left off. I may have found a partial solution. You can change the zap speed during a pause—sometimes. Go over the already burned logo at 12,000 mm/min, which just skims along. Then slow down to 3500 mm/min, my normal cutting speed. Not a viable solution as you must sit and watch the process and get the timing right.
           By 10:00PM, I just sat down and pondered things. And once more I reach the conclusion that there was never any guarantee of a better life no matter what I did. I’m not starving but I’m not rich, which irks me in one narrow way. It’s that even not screwing up as badly as 90% of the world, the best you can hope for is mediocrity.

ADDENDUM
           Small groups of investors present the problem of mass. As a demographic, they are more likely to panic and react as a group. However, unlike Caltier, where you must wait for approval, in Lofty you can sell directly to other people. And who is the master at buying only when others are forced to sell? C’mon, you can say it.
           I researched the trades and become more interested in what the users have to say, something I would normally shrug off. These people often have short-term needs and use Lofty as a place to park money they know they are going to need if anything goes wrong. That’s not a negative to me, no business involving so many investors can be run too closely. Another attraction is that you invest in the properties as member of an LLC, while with Fundrise and Caltier you are buying into a fund. It’s a differing philosophy. Trivia, the reason some are called “hedge” funds is they are supposed to be positioned to hedge the bets to make money whether the market goes up or down.
           The properties are managed but most decisions are a simple vote, which I am still looking at. While I trust majority rules to keep society in line, I don’t trust it at street level. No one investor can gain more that 15% of any property, but that never stops family from ganging up. Once again, a big motivator for me is finding out how it all works. Lofty has a $50 minimum, I can do better than that—but I need to examine how the taxes are dealt with.

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Monday, August 10, 2026

August 10, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 10, 2025, das blinkenleitz.
Five years ago today: August 10, 2021, lively translation?
Nine years ago today: August 10, 2017, I love/hate NPR.
Random years ago today: August 10, 2009, Pudding-Tat.

           Confirmed Friday we should be in Miami. I slated a tank-up for this morning at between $68 and $72 budget dollars. And a tank-full nowadays gets me only to town and halfway back. That’s how come you find me in Clewiston at the Thrift, library, or Punto Rojo. That town is the gateway to the big open nothing interior of the State, along Highway 27. Gas will once again be the highest cost. Remember the Brakken? Nope, see addendum. And just like that overnight, my blog readership dropped by 98.4%. I think I’ll play some bass. Later, here is the box for Steve, noting the coloration. It could be darker, but this is an ace starting point.
           Ha, I found that elusive passing note in “Bad Leroy Brown”, it’s an F#. Keeping pace with staining the wood, I left some sample pieces both in the shade and the sun. This morning, I’m very pleased with the lightest shades, the mix of pecan and pine. It dries to almost no shade. I have for recordings from Steve and do not like the echo of the room we played in. I may dig out my old recording gear—but my stuff is that lame Tascam millennialware that only records one channel at a time. Where do they even?

           I waddled to the shed and put the finishing touches on the box for Steve’s cables, testing several staining techniques in the process. Once dried, the lighter colors take on a neutral tone. Time for some darker colors. I also check the Tennessee bank to see that Caltier has not made good on the redemption. But technically they have until 10:30AM California time to make good. Still, this is not looking well and I’m considering contacting the SEC myself to find out what the delay is. There are not that many ways the accept accounting and Caltier has had plenty of time to comply.
           Doing my best to now let money dominate today, here is another of y’day’s “failures”. I don’t have a hot wire cutter and could not recycle ordinary pill bottles. These could be useful if I could shorten them by half, but they defy being cut by a saw.

           I talked with the Reb and JZ. I decided it is time to visit JZ for a few days. He’s not business partner material, but he has a sharp mind for details. The fun part is he too often waits for me to make a decision and I will make decisions without all the details if the details are not forthcoming. Just you keep away from trying to guess reasons around here, for example, I could tell JZ fifty times I did not lend the Reb money for a car. But he’s no concept of any other such transaction possible. JZ is rich and knows you do not give people cars.

           Plus, I’m needing somebody sane to talk to, which negates the entirety of central Florida. I now have to begin the long process of rebuilding infrastructure whether or not things go right in Tennessee. And once again, I have nobody to ask about my next move. But I have to find out how this wallet and daily investment process works. In a sense, I’ve done it my whole life, but it is a paperwork shuffle when the world runs by the week and the month.
           Thus, LOFTY enters the beam again. It is crypto and I really need a handle on how that operates. It escapes me what LOFTY’s parent company is, but they set up airBNB, so Ethernet-wise, they’ve got lots of experience. JZ never invests, he has relatives who do that for him, but he has a decided sharp interest in the workings. He trusts nobody with money except family and that is the rule in Florida. Must be something in the drinking water. Gets people running blogs that feature broken pill bottles, things like that.

Picture of the day.
Ozark men’s retreat.
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           Expect some news within the week. I’ve opted to leave $6,000 in Caltier once the redemption is settled. I believe they will do this for two extra reasons. One is they still think we are accredited and roll out the red carpet. Two, the upper management genuinely appear to like us. The instant that is resolved, I will have LOFTY on the blower. Last week I said f they would set things up, I would commit to investing. If I did not say, I got a reply from one of their higher ups. Of all I’ve looked at in the past year, this is the outfit that is winning out. I think the market may tank, but the unwashed masses must still pay the rent.
           A quick conference call, and the redemption is looking positive. Except it will be called something else. Did you get that, Eric Clapton telling the wogs to get out of England. Maybe he’s gotten wiser over time, though celebrities are not known for accurate politics.

           Is there time to record another failure? Sure, and we have a picture for show and tell. Can you see the problem with this box? It is spray glue, only the bottom interior was to get a fine mist to hold a dusting of clove powder. The spray from the nozzle produced a slight haze that I never thought about. That vapor-like fume did not disperse and this morning I see it has turned into flakes and settled all over the wood, if you see it here. It is icky, sticky, we shall see if it ruins the box.
           I’m unhappy to report the stress of this morning tired me out just as much as over-work. It was siesta time, then I heard a small spoon hit the floor. It was near dusk, so it is not a mouse (too small), or a rat (nocturn), but must be a baby possum. They follow the same habitual food tracks, so I moved the live trap up to where the spoon had been on the counter. Now we wait.

ADDENDUM
           The Brakken is a massive oilfield discovered in Montana back in the fifties, kind of “Alberta South”. Enough oil to depress worldwide prices, but. It is oil that cannot be drilled, it has to be fracked. There is community pressure not to allow this relatively new method which has already been blamed on earthquakes. At least in the movies. Oil is a risky business, for if the Arabs suddenly don’t like you, they can drive you out of business fast. Margins are very tiny. I read the Brakken oil needs a minimum price of $60 per barrel to be viable. Kuwait alone could shut them down any time.

           Some other disturbing rumors surround Brakken. The drilling process often hits freezing water instead. The formation extends across the Canadian border, where drilling is already underway—and their producing wells release methane into the air, a lot of it. Strangely absent are news reports of breakages and spills which are a given with any oil operations.
           Wait, there is more they are not telling you. The Keystone pipeline that Biden canceled the day after the stolen election would not carry oil from the Brakken, but a nastier type of oil from the Alberta tar sands. That’s where Mitch used to work. And it is not tar, that is just what the raw product looks like. It is full of “zenes” and sulfur, worst, it is laced with bitumen. However, Canda is already our largest oil supplier and that is wiser than trusting the Saudis.
           It’s not widely known, but pipelines leak and break. Usually shoddy workmanship. For once, the environmentalists are not hyping it, the line would run over some of the most irrigated farmlands ever. And the tar sands are not friendly, they have to burn 75% of the “tar” to melt the rest enough to flow. All this depends on new technology that has unknown long-term effects.

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