One year ago today: September 22, 2018, Alex Jones stifle day (anniversary).
Five years ago today: September 22, 2014, unemployed rockers ain't country.
Nine years ago today: September 22, 2010, beyond the first because.
Random years ago today: September 22, 2006, real dogs keep shifting.
Half the territory is gung ho about JZ’s planned visit. They remember it as five years since he was out this way. It was only three years ago last month. With JZ’s past, three years of dormancy is nothing. I told everyone to quit making plans until I confirm his arrival. He’s not likely to show up here at six in the morning. I’ll put him right to work, we are supposed to have cool days until middle of the week and I did my best to measure the elevation of the back yard. I may have to opt for a two-level work area, one around 8 inches higher than the other. It means moving a lot of topsoil, but that is a boon to the front yard. It gets a topping of that great black soil, rare in these parts.
This is a picture of a typical renovation obstacle nearly impossible to predict in advance. The hole from the yard light is in the drip path of the A/C. That’s despite to small chutes to channel any drips to the opposite side of the fixture. Since the A/C is in heavy use, it is the light that gets moves.
What’s shocking is the impetus behind the growth in storage capacity. It’s not goody-goody progress, because it has gone far beyond anybody’s legitimate needs. Think of it this way. If your neighbor was a photographer, how many rolls of film would he have to buy at once to make you suspicious of what he could be taking pictures of? A hundred rolls, fine. But a thousand. How about a million? By now you close your curtains at night, I’ll bet. Now a billion, and you know something funny is going on. Such it is with memory.
Is there any genuine need for such capacity? It is no secret the intention is to use it to store information on people. Who requires such immense storage, and what do they want it for? And why are they so furtive about it? My stance remains the same as ever. The state has abused every piece of information they ever had on you and this expands their power a hundred billion times. There can be no doubt they intend to use it. We become the surveillance state, where everything is either compulsory or forbidden.
[Author’s note: it started with FDR, who correctly surmised that income tax in 1918 had given the voting classes something to worry about all the time. He was able to skirt all the rules and regulations, working tirelessly to get us into the European war. By coincidence, the radio was playing songs about that era. Most people never heard of the Greer, an American destroyer that was attacked by a U-boat in 1941, months before America declared war.
But Roosevelt had been openly assisting England for years. The Greer had been shadowing the U-Boat, reporting its position to British aircraft, who depth-charged the submarine. It was only when the Greer itself began dropping depth-charges that the U-boat fired back. There is no mention of this in any contemporary American account of the incident. Only that the German U-boat has become a “Nazi” U-boat.]
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My calendar is marked for all the perimeter bug sprays and I’m going to try something different. Florida has two insects I don’t care for, cockroaches and these ugly bugs I call dragon crickets. The roaches eat tree bark, they’re horrible. And the sprays don’t deter anything like the projected 90 days. I bought some growth inhibitor that is guaranteed to work. I have the spraying equipment, and I know a guy who likes that kind of work. Remember the gas chamber at his dad’s house? I’m trying a double spray, the growth inhibitor and what they call an adulticide. Says it lasts up to 7 months. It’s a naturally occurring chemical in roaches, fleas, and such, safe for food surfaces, pet quarters, hospitals. That’s some tall claims.
I ran into the neighbor who has his Internet through the town. It’s included on his water bill. I don’t know the price. He says the service is spotty, which points to the last mile of service. That would not affect my requirements but I can’t speak for the Reb. She has said she’d like to visit, but not without full Internet service, which she uses hours a day. The neighbor has a wireless router and might be amenable to sharing that. We shall see.
No plans, I told them, meaning Alaine and the lovely Becca, until I confirm he is here. They want to meet up in Arcadia. It’s a bit of an artsy town and they have a much better impression of the place than JZ & I. Also, I’ve never been to Tampa except on business. There’s lots to keep him away from Miami. This place is finally quieter and more comfortable than his fancy condo, so maybe he’ll stick around on his own. The guy has not had a decent holiday since the time we went to Ft. Meyers. Remember the Lanai Kai? It is only a hundred miles from here.
The guest room is mostly ready, if you don’t mind some gear piled in one corner. Hey, if I can crash at JZ’s place, which has junk piled up on the kitchen table from since I first met him, he can sleep in that room or live there for that matter. Alaine & I have conspired to try to keep him out here three weeks. There is nothing to do I Miami that doesn’t cost money, this is not some idle observation. I tried for years to find it. I wound up starting a robot club.
There is something unusual to report. It’s odd enough to be bloggable and concerns music. The band manager from Nashville sent an e-mail. He wants me to keep up with the core list, which I have. Then, he mentioned the difficulty of getting booked. Stay with me, because that doesn’t make sense, but since he knows I have management experience, it makes sense. The group is excellent, so far I haven’t been able to keep up with them. Thus, I speculate based on that experience. Got that? I have no ready facts about the band. I’m guessing. But let’s see what I’m guessing.
A band without steady work isn’t making money. A group without money means at least some players are multi-banding. A manager who knows that is wise enough not to count on any of them. I may not be first choice in the talent department, but I show up when I say. If he’s had membership problems in the past, that would reinforce my suspicion that he needs people he can count on. He has my full information, that I’m not in Tennessee, and I’m struggling with a lot of unfamiliar music. Something is afoot and it is at the management level. Did somebody quit? If so, my guess is it was that new girl singer. She was low-energy and left me with the impression she considered the band to be support staff.
This repeat photo from January shows the chain that does not fit. One thing I did not check is if the blade itself could be replaced with a standard size. But I’m not in the tool building trade. I have not gone over to pick up my new scooter yet.
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You don’t have to follow any of this, but I’m looking even closer at using FE Express to generate the blog index addresses. Most of the address is fixed text, as in >a href=https:// talesfrom . . .
