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Tuesday, April 18, 2023

April 18, 2023

Yesteryear
One year ago today: April 18, 2022, $10,800 so far.
Five years ago today: April 18, 2018, “things could be better”.
Nine years ago today: April 18, 2014, I built that!
Random years ago today: April 18, 2013, Steinhatchee is weird.

           To be honest, I can’t even stand listening to 1930s music. I view it as the era that knew jazz was finished but didn’t know what to replace it with. I have a similar opinion of what’s currently happening with rock music. This morning Tampa radio played three hours of Genxyzer music and my question remains. Can’t these people write any fast music with happy themes? Nothing but drolling empty dirge music. Do they ever have a moment’s happiness or do they get their enjoyment blaming everything on the Boomers? I switched to the local station and listened to the phone-in market show.
           The feisty squirrel is gone. That rain last day missed here, apparently everywhere nearby had it bad. I notice the SPCA doggie pictures are strained to make them look somewhat small than they are. Sneaky. Ah, what’s that noise? It’s the squirrel's girlfriend. She’ll be easy to nab and it’s off to the Civil War cemetery. You know, where they won’t bother anyone. A couple youTube posters have been arrested for posting fake crashes and collecting the insurance. And once again, the government is pushing anti-encryption laws as child protection. Fools nobody, they will never stop this traffic, never have, never will.

           This is summer 2 for the oregano plants, one of four healthy specimens now entering year two. Nice aroma if you stand in the right spot. If grows best in pots with a little attention. Alaine donated the original, she gets regular reports on progress. Do you need any oregano? I’ve got lots. After some difficulty and four cups of coffee getting started, I was out in the shed. There is a sawzall motor out there with the blade jammed into the chuck. It has that reciprocating gearbox and I’ve often wondered what I would find it I sifted the sand on the shop floor and pathways. That much sanding would be just the chore for a shaker. Especially one where the screens could be slid in and out like drawers.
           A second plant picture, this is the tree growing in the perpetual shade inside the big workshed. It’s spindly but four feet tall. Figure that one, there is zero sunlight but it does gets some reflected light off the neighbor’s barn wall.

           That was the Reb and I was on the phone almost an hour. Part of her time was checking on TURO ads. People are renting out vehicles as old as 1987. But those are in remote areas where there is unlikely to be anything else. By now, I’ve calculated much of the ads are bait. Nobody can afford to rent out new cars for $40 a day, even the people squandering their equity. We know there are hidden fees no matter what the advertising says. It as been decades since it was illegal to lie about pricing, though some people still manage to run afoul of that.
           Maybe I’ll set up the camera and give you a view of one happy bird. I found a few specialty suet blocks, one of which has blueberries. The male, Mr. Downey cannot believe his good fortune. He clings onto the wire feeder and just can’t get enough of it. Um, don’t quote me, because there may be a second pair of woodpeckers, and the females are not that dimorphous. Or is that dimorphist. You know what I mean, they don’t differ very much in coloration.

Picture of the day.
Earth-mount solar panel sweeper.
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           A long and lazy afternoon turned out both fine and productive. I’m proud of that little drawer but it took twice as long as it should have. It hit me those grooves could be used with a little imagination. I came up with this. There are many drawers. But this one is mine. Normally there is a plate that fits across the front, but then, the universe could not admire my handiwork.

           The evening was cool but the mosquitoes love that as much as the rest of us. The main shed is equipped with a monster fan that keeps that spot clear. All work, like this drawer, has to be planned to take place inside. That planer jointer tool is about to get a second chance. I was using it wrong as the instructions were unclear on how to hold the wood—probably the worst part of the operation for them to be obscure. Hold the wood firmly down on the table it said. You were supposed to know they mean the outfeed table. Just because every other machine involves attention to the infeed, how in the hell are they supposed to know that’s important enough to mention.
           Back inside around dark, I toyed with a small circuit I intend to build just for demonstration. It is the capacitor-resistor to cause a light to decay slowly rather than blink off. Four or five wires, thee or four components and two hours later I could not get it to work. I’ll need to calculate the component values better and so you’ll know, it is possible for an LED to burn out and still conduct electricity. Does not happen often, but it did today and that’s when I stopped for the evening. I made a big bowl of rice. Just rice and spices with a little coconut oil. Today was a half-gallon peach tea day.
           TURO. My sorting and filters must work differently. I can’t find any vehicles older than 2014. This was one of them. I note the suggested rental time seems to be three days at a time. Some of the added extras are appearing if you look for them. But like a New York hotel ad, there seems to be no place you can get a straight answer what it’s going to cost.

ADDENDUM
           Five items appeared on one of my bank statements. There’s your proof, always check your statement. The bank goes out of their way to make it complicated. What happened is one of the oldest of Internet scams. The Reb cancelled a recurring payment last year. The company used the credit system to track down the debit card attached to my account. They took several batches of money out, all small amounts, probably hoping you’d think they were something else. Too many people blame themselves when this happens, but it is 100% the fault of the bank. They should be protecting your money, not handing it out to these shifty operators.
           Biggest offenders? AOL, Sam’s Club, and WoW Trends. I caught the transactions the day after they appeared, I do not trust banks. I will have the discussion with them about these items, they must know it happens, but if they don’t, well that’s a different situation altogethere. Start a company that intentionally finds people who don’t reconcile their statements.

           How about that inventor that has birds clean up his yard? When they pick up certain kinds of trash, like bottle caps and empty cans, they deposit them in a bin. A detector then rewards the birds with a food pellet. The birds learn quickly. And a question I asked evoked a discussion of how Norwegian villages support themselves. You know, I’m not buying the standard answers of fishing, farming, and mining. The chosen village to study was Ervik, because it is easy to spell.            If they fish, where are the boats? Where is the fish plant? Farming maybe, but it looks more like any flat land has a house on it. Mining? Nope, there are no smokestacks to process the ore and no piers or freighters to transport it elsewhere. Raising animals? Where, on a mountainside in a snowbank? Maybe, but not on a scale that supports a village of 2700. And why is it so hard to find the population stats of these villages.

           According to Quora, there are fishing jobs in Norway. But the best way to get one is to cozy up to the captain. The local joke is the captain wants a skipper with mechanical skills who can cook. Fishing is highly regulated and unless you have a licensed boat it is illegal to sell anything you catch.            When I grew up, the largest town we lived in had 2500 residents. I know the acreage, jobs, schools and logistics for so many people. And I see no evidence of it around these Norwegian settlements. Are they secretly still making Viking raids? What’s left in England to steal? And anyway, the last half of the century proves then Brits don’t even make good slaves any more.

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