One year ago today: November 21, 2018, coffee in Flagstaff, Amarill, etc.
Five years ago today: November 21, 2014, a better word than “fan”.
Nine years ago today: November 21, 2010, on Mary Higgins Clark
Random years ago today: November 21, 2017, play the mistakes.
Off to the lake, such a nice day. The small dog is able to crawl under the fence wire, so back to the drawing board. I need to stiffen the wire and if I recall, I have a lot of surplus bamboo. What did the Reb do with the machete? After breakfast I brought up a video on gear production. I’m listening more than watching and I hear this triumphant music followed by grim music. I walked out to check and it was an old WWII video comparing “good” American and “evil” German production. Still, the video was great because it had rare footage of the Panther factory fitting the torsion bar suspension.
Play your cards right and one day you may have such a club as well. I am just the secretary-treasurer. The club coffee budget was never deactivated when I moved (2016). I think it was $17 per week last time I looked. I wonder how much is in there after all this time? Enough for a dandy baby present, I’ll bet. At least I think it was never canceled. Check back, you know you always do. Because this is the blog that dares.
I just read about “juice jacking”. That’s cell phone rechargers in public places that transfers your phone data when you plug in the USB cable. Don’t look at me. First, I don’t keep personal data on phones in a readable form, and second, I have never plugged into any public system unless absolutely necessary—and when I was present. I didn’t need the Internet to come along to tell me that public information has always been abused in America. Kind of like the way the Census Bureau sells you private data to big business. They tell you it is anonymous. What’s that smell?
How about that group bleating for free fiber optic Internet service? It is well known that no matter how unfair it is, the only way systems keep running at peak is by leaving supply and demand to find their own balance. Dammit, it is the school system and parents that are responsible for this, not the harried taxpayer. Now the bums of society want communist Internet. They are crying that only 47% of “low-incomes” have Internet service at home. I’ve never had Internet service at home. The others are whining that without Internet, they have a hard time applying for welfare benefits. What’s wrong with that picture? And the school system that bars students from dong homework in the detention hall—who in hell came up with that one?
Queen Elizabeth.
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Quality control over at the pumpkin cannery proves the place is full of vegetables. This is a string bean that I fished out of a can of pumpkin. This is the joint I suspect is messing up the cans so they won’t open. And here I’ve been blaming the can openers. There are now eight different models in the kitchen. Then we had that batch that smelled of tomato. Did I ever mention that? Anyway, there was a recall a week later. Then this bean. I removed it since, hey, no telling the route it took to get there.
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The next move is up to the Kaiser. Like most guitar players, he doesn’t like learning new material. No problem, for now I mean. I put in two days of effort and can play 48 pieces off his list. I was surprised to discover so many tunes that I don’t have on file, thought that is explainable if they have lame bass lines.
A bonus is that those thirds I tend to play on bass fit wonderfully with his strumming style. You can almost hear the non-existent drum beats. I would prefer we rehearse at least a little bit. It doesn’t seem likely. But I’ve put together great acts before where we did our practicing on stage. I heard an expression something like “true country, not new country”. That would apply to our song list.
Again, this is the stretch where new people usually lose heart. I was the same back in my amateur days. You pore over your song list to the point you are exhausted just keeping up with that. Anything new seems impossible when you are already at saturation. (It’s when you go beyond that you get anywhere.) A rule of thumb is that it takes an intelligent musician around 500 hours of stage time to realize that variety, even if it is bad or ill-played variety, is a better show that repetitious perfection. But, enough about Glen.
I’m reading this article in Skillset about how to win at Monopoly. It’s a thought-out set of statistics how to win by playing the odds. For instance, there are limited numbers of houses and hotels, so buying even what you don’t need removes it from the market. And why you want those orange properties more than the purple ones. They didn’t delve into any reasons, just statistics. What got me was the advice was pretty much the same strategy I had all along. The last time I played monopoly was at Churchillls, back when Enzu was the bartender. Monopoly moves too slow for me, they had to drag me into the game.
For some distant reason, when I think I might play Monopoly again some day, I’m reminded of a weird TV program that I never actually watched all the way through. When I was around ten years of age, I was the paper boy. I was regularly standing in the stairwell of people’s houses on collect day and could see or hear the TV. There was a program called “The Flying Doctor” that keeps popping into my mind, but that wasn’t it. The show was about some Australian kids who played Monopoly by radio. Once a week, they would go on the air and announce who bought and sold. Other kids in the outback followed along this slow-moving process where each player got one dice roll per week.
Besides, I was always like, “Wow. Kids in Australia have radios!” Don’t misunderstand the situation. In my day you could not stand around and demand free Internet. Whereas there is no abject poverty in America, there is no law that prevents parents from using the direst of methods to keep the boys on the farm.
