October 12, 2015

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 12, 2014, Idaho, the trademark.
Five years ago today: October 12, 2010, maybe buy a scooter?
Six years ago today: October 12, 2009, writing in Siamese.

MORNING
           Are they making a hipster out of me? Maybe, I knew if I kept my old wardrobe, grunge would come back into fashion. The telltale sign was I went to Starbucks before noon. Man, I better get a life fast. You know what happens to people once Starbucks becomes a habit. It ain’t pretty. I had to read a user manual and the shop was nearby. As I pulled into the "motorcyle parking only" spot, I see at least one hipster in a rush for his java didn’t read the sign.

           You see, the motorcycle spots are several feet shorter because of the 8” concrete pad that surrounds the base of the lamp standard. And that is just enough to take out the bottom portion of your average Yuppie-puppy plastic thing that passes for a bumper. The thing I’m pointing at. The other scratches below the signal light show this isn’t the driver’s first such error. Having the credit to buy a car made mostly of plastic does not extend to gaining any good driving abilities.
           I finally own a tablet and it has a separate keyboard. USB, not BlueTooth, and it does little more than word process and take pictures. But that that’s the bulk of what I use a computer for when on the road. It’s on the overnight initial charge so no performance reviews until at least tomorrow. It took hours to chase around to find the unit with my discount coupon. In the end, I got it for $53. We shall see what kind of pictures and video it takes before looking for a camera.
           The seller reported that the unit got returned a lot. When I asked if the returnees were Millennial types complaining that the device was not a full-scale entertainment toy, he asked how I knew that. I’m going to put the max 32GB micro drive into the slot and leave it at that. Don’t need no portable TV.
           On the overhead, I saw Trump. Man, he is lambasting the media for dishonesty. And the minions are agreeing with him. Has the media learned their lesson? Probably not. I never was a mass media watcher, but it was always apparent they were exceedingly biased. And that they continually twisted the news in favor of the non-Anglo people. Take for instance this month’s Mechanics Illustrated, in the “Next Generation” awards or mention section.
           Eight of the eleven people featured are non-white. But anyone who looks around at the America world knows that 8/11ths of our wealth and accomplishments do not come from any such source. On the contrary, a lot of our misery does. That’s the point. This whole “non-white” thing has been crammed down our throats for generations. We get it, Mechanics Illustrated, it is sickeningly obvious what you are promoting here.
           Question for you. Are these “young people” succeeding because they are non-white, or because they are in America and adopting American ways? Now there’s an article I got a thousand bucks says you will never publish. If you do publish, I never said I’ve give you the grand. I’m saying I got it and it’s calling out some scummy Liberals. Who never seem to live near the problems they advocate.

NOON
           Six years and the stats show my mileage driven has stayed constant. In town, I drive 66 miles per week, which costs a little under $3.00. Since the majority of my mileage is necessary, that is I have not driven for pleasure in ten plus years, you might consider that 66 miles to be a minimum for the active, productive person. Do the math.

           A bus pass is $3.20 per day and quits at dark. That’s more than my weekly tank of gas. I’d say that the system in this town is designed that one has to travel around ten miles per day, or you are not getting much done. It is a two mile round trip to mail a letter, and comparable such trips are six miles for the library, four miles for the movies, a mile for grocery shopping, a mile for morning coffee. One could get by on less, or double up some of the trips. But is that kind of skin-flinting what retirement is all about?
           This is a picture of the highly-touted “Village” over at Gulfstream Park. It is also a typical scene in Florida that past nine years. No parking, but also nobody in the streets or shops. There’s a scooter shortcut to Aventura through the casino grounds. Once more, I never saw a single person in any shops or on the sidewalks. If not for the parked cars, that casino often resembles a ghost town.
           They have also taken to locking the south gate. However, the local motorcyclists know that there is no gate on the bike path just to the side. I returned home and stayed inside, where it is cool. I read up on the Smithsonian, learning it was donated by a British scientist who never set foot in America. Today’s magazine also estimated there are 200,000 garbage trucks in America. That’s your trivia.

NIGHT
           Reading more of the released archives, or the tiny part published on the Internet, is changing what I was taught. I now suspect that widespread tale that Bainbridge [a listening post of the era] had broken the Japanese code is nothing more than hogwash. I’m basing this less on the transcripts and more on the combinations that had to maintained to have a department of codebreaking.

           FFor a start, the department was far too small, simply in terms of work produced and brainpower. None of the people spoke or had studied Japanese. And that language itself has a characteristic of all ancient tongues—almost every expression becomes what we’d call slang. One has to be raised on a language to know what gives with slang, particularly coded slang. The story that the code was cracked by a few men with “a knack” for the language strains the imagination.
           However, there is something that they don’t say, Japanese is a tonal language, but tones cannot be transmitted by dots and dashes. Because English is distinct syllables, it is almost natural for us to convert other languages to single sounds. At that point, you look for patterns and frequency. I’ll admit that is a weakness the Japanese probably never anticipated. But it will be a long time before I’ll accept the version fed to the public.
           The most I will believe is that these “codebreakers” did manage to spot some type of mathematical pattern to the transmissions and interpret from there. The rest is smoke and mirrors, and internally planted spies which will await exposure in some distant future date. The USA had an inside and are handing us the code thing as a cover story, plain and simple.


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