One year ago today: October 29, 2017, goodbye Palmdale Cracker.
Five years ago today: October 29, 2013, at the Book-a-nier.
Nine years ago today: October 29, 2009, bird-brain?
Random years ago today: October 29, 2007, mistaken identity, obviously.
Half the morning gone chasing around so much that I wish was like my old union. When it isn’t busy, you get ideas of what retirement should be like. Because I’m busier now than any comparable times before. I had to take the scooter apart to the carcass, but it appears to have been that spark plug after all. No test run yet, but I took it around the yard a couple times. That’s it, the total excitement quotient for the this day in history. It’s been long since I removed the base plate under the scooter which was mean to keep the innards somewhat clean. I turned the bath water so black it stole my bicycle. Old joke, but a good one.
That cold snap was an anomaly. It was back toward the 90s again, so I kept away from the shed, much as I want it ready before I leave. I was jumping back in the house every half hour to cool down and grab some ice cold tea, so productivity slumped so bad, I called it a study day. Here at home, no library, no carousing. I shopped four, pardon me, five places this morning, so it’s not like I slacked off. I decided to study the following:
Why the dovetail jig didn’t do what I wanted?
Can I build a 12V battery out of two 6V?
What format does Sony use for video?
How does MIG welding differ from TIG?
So as not to spoil anyone by giving the answers, they’ll be spread over the next short while. I’m aware there was a break in posting, damn Win 10. I’m through the first part reading Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men”, proceeding at around a half-chapter per session. That’s because I fall asleep from boredom, but I’m determined to read it because it is a classic. This guy won a Nobel Prize? I know he studied marine biology and I’d rather read his work on that. I’m up to the point the two hobos are baling oats.
These records should make headlines, but they don’t because they tend to reveal there are two sides to the story, and the people who print headlines don’t want that. Instead, they rely on vast amounts of published materials that quote experts, despite the fact it has been shown repeated the trail of experts leads in a circle. So in this book, you never hear of Germans. Only “Nazis”. And this blog has dispelled the idiot notion that the Horten glider planes were stealth technology. Only those who can’t think further back than the 90s ever fall for that horse donkey.
Factoid. The Horten was built to a streamlined shape because it was based on a glider. It had no tail to save weight. The wings were swept to preserve the center of gravity. It was built of wood because metal was in short supply. No “stealth” pretensions whatsoever. “Lethal Circuit” goes on about secret “Nazi” technology, although I don’t recall there was ever a political party that invented anything except new brands of mayhem. The plot says the power plant for the Horten was, get this, cold fusion. Okay, that’s original. At war’s end, the Germans, oops, pardon me any millennials out there, the Nazis built three of the nuclear powered Hortens and tried to fly them to Japan, their ally. But they crashed and the hunt is on. Cold fusion is a game-changer.
Keeping it millennial, our backpackers in China and everybody at the youth hostels who got it on were well above the American federally-mandated legal age of consent. (You know, the law that nobody asked for.) All mood altering substances are bought in licensed establishments. There is no herpes, AIDS, or equality issues, all dating is done in daylight, and socializing is strictly by mutual informed consent. You can imagine how steamy the sex scene was, eight words at the end of Chapter 26. These millennials really know how to party. I think.
Llanwrst, Gwynned.
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Planning for the trip continues, the budget is in place. I have not driven a car any distance since 2003 so I can’t plan how far I’ll cover each day. My Cadillac was so relaxing I would often drive more that 12 hours a day, but only if I perfectly felt like it. Most states don’t allow towing vehicles to exceed 45 mph, but I regularly did 55 mph on the motorcycle. Here’s some budget highlights for hose who think planning is dullsville. Yeah, but if anything does happen, I’m the last one to run out of money.
No cooking. Breakfast at the fast food joints, it is their healthiest meal.
Entertainment budget is $600 for 30 days, but I won’t be gone that long.
Gasoline is $900, no getting around that. Postage $23.
I have $110 set aside for photos and video of this trip.
Blog posts, if any, will be from libraries along the way.
Except mountain passes, no repeat roadways.
That dovetail jig got me thinking. I see now my cutting equipment is off square. I’ve never tested it for exactness, so that is the first thing I must tend to. Secondly, my measuring was lousy. I followed the diagrams rather than refer to an included chart that listed adjustments to the 1/32”. Next, I eyeballed the offset instead of measuring. I didn’t mark the inside faces. The dovetail piece is always the front or back, the side pieces have a rounded shape. The size of your template determines the piece width, so my 1/2” template means increments of a full inch. I also centered by estimating, now I will measure.
The purpose of a jig is, of course, to make multiple copies, but my needs are better met with one-offs. My goal has been met learning the jig, but I would like to make something fancy with it. I’m less mystified by things I’ve seen, including inlays. I should make dovetailed birdhouses, tool boxes, you know, off beat items. And now I’m thinking of finger-jointing. Now that I’ve used the jig, I can confirm the user manual is as bad as I thought. The terrible wording makes errors even more confusing. And whoever wrote it had no concept of sentence balance. But instructions and blogs which make the effort to explain things are not the places to be conservative with words.
ADDENDUM
Net neutrality, the concept that everybody has equal access to every Internet offering, is under fire. Actually, such equality is conditional, because in practice it becomes mostly first-come first-serve. This is totally unfair in a society where the welfare bums and the idle rich may get their pick long before the working class gets off shift. I speak with experience. Thus, while I see the failings of equality, I certainly prefer it over the plan to replace it with metered service. It would not be too bad if it were paid in cash, but the whole concept involves on-line transactions that would make privacy a total thing of the past.
The way it is set up, you can’t pay for a thing without revealing your identity, which defeats the entire Internet concept of free sharing of services. Remember, initially at least, it is the service providers who determine the price, not the artists or creators of what is popular. Google is well on the way to knowing how many times a day you flush your toilet. It is scum like that who are totally behind charging priority fees. And I say that even thought paid service would benefit me.
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