August 10, 2021

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 10, 2020, somebody did invent it.
Five years ago today: August 10, 2016, over-rated.
Nine years ago today: August 10, 2012, 320 miles in one day.
Random years ago today: August 10, 2015, auction, my eye.

           We found out why the guy who sold me the van didn't fix the windshield first. It is a special order, apparently because of some wiring for the automatic rear view mirror. Meanwhile I'm walking or borrowing the kiddie-car. See this chair? I repair that one every time without explanation how it goes wobbly when I'm away. Nobody else sits over there and I'm pretty sure the Reb doesn't balloon up to 200 every other day and jump on the seat.

           I had the veggie sausage entree last evening, which made for some pretty lively translations of the Italian ingredients. Just don't ask me to pronounce focaccia around the kids and we'll be okay. The question was, is focaccia bread or cheese. It's cheese, it seems, but one of it's more popular forms is cheese bread. And I was just informed I got that completely backwards.

           The blog-worthy part of the conversation was the curious diversification of our experiences. The Reb & I can agree for reasons that don't agree. I opt to give you a real example. Both the REb & I agree that there is no limit to tolerance. You can learn to put up with anything. However, in addition (not instead) I believe there is a limit to what one ought to tolerate and that everyone has that limit. Nobody has a duty to endure everything some people can dish out and that even pretending to do so encourages even more bad behavior. And, from my standpoint, where you draw the line is the the measure of character.
           Another example discussed was the general agreement that personalities and interrelational skills are pretty much learned and fixed by age seven. We agree with the evidence most people never get beyond that. However, the Reb sees development as an on-going process of getting better at said skills over time. My viewpoint is that education and experience (you must have both) will, over time naturally weaken this child-adult connection to the point where conscious effort is not required, at least not on a daily basis. There is no contradiction here, most people who, say, read and travel a lot, behave much differently (and better) than those who do not. I'm suggesting it is enough to draw the distinction, but admit it can be misinterpreted as lack of tolerance by anyone with some agenda. Nobody knows where to draw the line, but it is easy enough in a given circumstance. One does not tolerate that which harms others--only libtards disagree with that. Income tax harms others.

Picture of the day.
Custom grill kit.
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           And that is a big part of why I like her company over dinner. The experience is on a different cerebral plane than what I got used to in Florida over the past couple decades. Gossip is boring, she is not. For the rolls, she is also one of the few women I've met who does not mind the sound when I practice Morse code. I find some people can't tune it out, for reasons unknown. Some can hear it even when I use discrete headphones. This situation, of course, I immediately write off as the well-established fact that some people cannot stand the sight or sound of others getting ahead. The connection is that according to the socialists, it is not the people doing nothing that should become more tolerant. It was an interesting dinner.

           After noon, I took the doggies out to a new spot, out on Rural Hill. Walking down a green spot, I found the dogs just drinking in a spice-like aroma. Seems they could not get enough of it, so I followed it all the way to a recently closed business. The sign was up but the shelves were bare, it was formerly an African spice market. They must also have sold salty fish and other meat products. The mixture I would describe as a mild curry-orange flavoring, nothing to indicate it would appeal to the doggies, but they were hauling me by the leash.

           Hmmm, there may be a problem getting that windshield. If it does not happen today (which it did not), I may have no transportation all day tomorrow. No big deal, I guess, but this entire week is historically important around here. I watched some documentaries for an hour, I see there is a stronger than usual presence of pro-Arab material on youTube. Is that something going on I missed lately? I was busy watching the numbers on the pillow guy's symposium. Fascinating, over 30 million people tuning in to an anti-Biden event. Lindell has offered a $5 million reward to anybody who can prove him wrong, so like many, I'm mainly watching to see if there are any takers. So far, not one Democrat has denied a thing. But they did try their old favorite called distraction, releasing other news timed to grab the headlines. I doubt that works any more, but they tried.

ADDENDUM
           I re-looked at my World's Cheapest Satellite plan, which has a working transmitter beaming out this blog at 10 WMP (Farnsworth). Outside of the launch, which would be crowd-funded, the components ring up at less than $100. My entire blog text is loaded onto a flash drive and using off-the-shelf software and and Arduino, let's the whole world enjoy the contents of this blog for all time to come, figuratively speaking. Ah, but what about those who want it faster? Let them record it and play it back any speed they want. I've long known my speed is capped by how fast I can write down the last letter before the next one begins. Think about this a moment, as it has never been fully mentioned that I know of. To write Morse, you must finish listening to the pattern completely before writing it down. But by then, the next letter has begun to transmit. This has always been a barrier to me. Consistently above 10 wpm, I can't write fast enough.

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