One year ago today: May 4, 2014, a good read.
Five years ago today: May 4, 2010, on Internet publishing.
Six years ago today: May 4, 2009, picture of my ex.
MORNING
Got all my letters written before dawn and I’m to breakfast and the library. And to buy printer ink, the rip-off commodity of our time. Printer ink, the creator of dynasties. Those people should be fourth on the hit list for investigation. Behind hotels, airlines, and car rentals. Nothing but crooks and sons of crooks.
I read an account of the 1947 British in India, how they partitioned the country and pulled out. This was a curious read because it was written by an Indian. If I got it right, the writer says that the nation was an idyllic rural setting with nothing but centuries of peaceful cooperation between Moslem and Hindu. Then along came the English, who separated the two and indoctrinated the schoolchildren to hate. That being done, they decided out of the blue to divide the country in two and set the helpless, innocent inhabitants upon each other.
Why those rotten, good-for-nothing Pommies. If they’d never come along, India would have been paradise since 1810 or so. Now, it’s going to take until at least 1957 before they quit using European-style weapons on each other. And revert to slitting each other’s throats. Why, they themselves point out they were civilized two millenniums before Europe. They point it out all the time. How could you miss it?
What’s this? Using the “Bolton” formula concerning steam engine measurement, I am only slightly more than 16% more efficient than average. He was measuring steam compared to coal burned, I plugged in economic figures. Only 16%? That means what costs me $1.00 costs others $1.16. I know, it seems hardly to make much difference. But let me tell you, it seems to be enough. I was the only one on the train last Wednesday purely for the fun of it. How do I know that? For openers, I was there. Were you?
NOON
“If you make a dime dishonestly, it will cost you a dollar later.” --Farm wisdom.
Then, I hear about this attack at a cartoon convention. I’m not making this up, a contest for drawing forbidden pictures of the Prophet. Okay, it serves them right, but who got me was the FBI or police or whatever spokesman saying they had no reason to suspect a thing. What they mean is other than the fact that the attacker had an Arabic name, was a Muslim, had a criminal record for terrorist activity, and was on probation, they had no reason to suspect a thing.
And provoking children, airport security loves to provoke unruly children until they create news-worthy incidents. This is a must to show the world that white people also have a temper. Why, if you goad them enough, they will act like terrorists, or the the most recent definition thereof. Yes, I was reading the newspaper today.
Don’t we love the cops who stand in front of stopped cars so when the victim, er, I mean suspect runs for it, it's automatically makes it attempted murder. And provides a dandy excuse to open fire, though I won't mention that tactic borrowed from the RCMP up in Canada. Or how about that guy with the swastika tattoo that got 38 years? He’s too young to be a Nazi. I’d like to hear the other side of that story, but that’s unlikely since we know who controls the media. Elvis, that’s who controls it. What kind of name is “Elvis” anyhow?
I spent the day examining the pedal pub and what options are available. The most promising shortcut is one of those aluminum boat trailers. At the other extreme, the twelve riders plus three staff (driver, server, musician) could potentially weigh in at over 3,000 pounds. I dunno, how much does a boat weigh?
The photo? This is, according to innumerable sources, the worst Evis impersonator. Ever.
EVENING
The unsettled weather stopped me from making a planned scooter trip, so I hunkered down and went over the pedal pub plans. The odds of anything happening with that project remain at around 1,000:1, Keep an eye on it, as the chances of anyone else doing anything are even worse. I’m reminded of my old days at the office where people never discussed their projects for fear of criticism or failure. Then again, when you got right down to it, most of their big ideas were pretty juvenile.
What stage are things at. The most promising avenue so far is converting a boat trailer. The axles have to be moved but I already know how to do that. The flimsiness of the frame tells me these are much stronger than they appear. I found this 24-footer for $800 after only a minute or two of searching. Again, I am NOT committing to doing anything, this is all fact-finding activity. Next, I need to check golf cart steering and such, needless to say in Florida that will be $$$$$.
As for metal working, there was a block long factory across from Wally’s Folly. They made surprisingly little noise. I’ve been by so many times and never bothered to check in. They’ve survived the recession so maybe it’s time to go make friends. The possibility of working entirely with aluminum becomes attractive if the superstructure can be purchased cheaply enough.
There’s a major storm nearby, keeping me indoors. So watch for developments, Shucks, there is nothing else going on.
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