One year ago today: November 7, 2022, at the railway museum.
Five years ago today: November 7, 2018, that’s Joe Dir-TAY.
Nine years ago today: November 7, 2014, stupid is an inverse ratio.
Random years ago today: November 7, 1982, because nobody was 30 yet.
Did I catch flak, but not here. This is not a political blog. But Gab is and I merely suggested it was, in reality, Trump putting the New York legal system on trial. The whole country knows he cannot get a fair trial in New York. Win or lose, I think before year’s end he should embark on an even greater exposure of the Deep State. I would offer selective amnesty to election fraudsters who both provide proof and come forward to name names. After the first dozen or so sing, panic will ensue. The first Black elected in the EU has been arrested on rape charges. But so what, here is what the morning looked like over here, at 5:30AM. This is the cactus plant I cannot ID. Have a go, let me know if you find it.
Traps are set in the silo with no results overnight. I’ll pick up new traps, as rats will often avoid a used trap. A team at the University of Victoria (Canada) has determined they can alter the brightness of offshore clouds by spraying them with seawater. They claim it will save the planet from one of the “climate tipping points”. It would, however, increase Antarctic glacier melt and the West African monsoon. So you will suffer from climate change as they predict, even if they must cause the harm themselves. There is also a claim we are all doomed unless we graduate more climate engineers.
By early afternoon, I’ve concluded a number of issues are at play with the miter joints. First, the router bit is not the right size. It is labeled 3/4” but does not produce the right cut at the correct depth setting. I spend over 1-1/2” and six feet of lumber testing the settings. When the cut is properly centered, the blade is too short. Finally, I moved up to the larger bit. Careful examination shows it can be centered for lumber up to 1”, which should work. But my router won’t. That’s correct, now my router has stopped and will not start. It is almost brand new.
Most routers have a finicky spindle-locking mechanism that allow you to undo the collett with a single wrench. I spent most of my time fiddling with that, I’ve had to disconnect it on other routers and use two wrenches. I quit early for a siesta, don’t forget this is Festus Tuesday. Another hour for scheduled research and while I’m not convinced that the Red Army intentionally left Army Group North in the Courland pocket, the German version does not add up either. The area is agricultural and could not support the army without constant supply, which was only then possible by ship. The Soviets were known to be operating submarines in the area. But the Germans, who by then had zero options to take on the Royal Navy, could have provided excellent convoy escorts. I cannot find much data on any of this. And very little of what’s available has been translated into English.
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Pricing out some routers was scary, the prices have soared. But if used routers are giving poor service, I must continue. Also, that table saw has some internal defect, possibly a bent drive shaft. It will not cut long strips of wood, the primary use I have for the saw. The stand looks universal, so I may consider replacing just the upper section. I got no work done on the hot water tank, again. It’s the same this week as last, plenty of progress but not on the house. But this is some of the best weather for it, I just need one full day to get it happening. I wonder if the tank is still good after a year of storage. It is covered and plugged where needed, who knows?
Today, Kitty hides a wounded man from Matt for 24 hours. The man is out to kill a gang who shot his brother in a holdup five years earlier. He saves Kitty’s life, so she owed him one but everybody knows she’s got the hots for Matt. The bar floozie with a heart of gold; all this long before Clint Eastwood put the typecast into the movies.
While it still applies mostly to recently inflated housing near Nashville (meaning nothin in my price range) I’m now getting regular ads showing price drops of $20,000 and $30,000. If these millennials don’t start buying and the banks keep withholding mortgage money, this can’t continue forever. I remind the reader I am part of the 15% of Americans who have no sympathy for those who buy houses on credit. Live in what you can afford today.
I can strum guitar well enough to keep up with the Prez on mandolin, so we may opt for a couple of his favorite bluegrass numbers. There is still lots of work needed on our regular set. I repaired the sting on my Ibanez. We are expanding on the foundation we built and an emerging trend is when he is strumming an intro on guitar, I play a light melody line high up on the bass, to convey a hint of the upcoming tune. Melodies are easy for me and this combination sounds great—although it moves us even further from the cover tunes we are already heavily arranging.
The tune for today is Lambert’s “White Liar”. If you listen close, it has segments with a pumped-in studio bass line. My intention is to expand those parts until the bass-line becomes a distinctive part of the presentation. To those who notice, yes, this is akin to playing lead riffs on the bass, but the physical constraints mean this will always be too limited to pose any threats to the Clapton cult.
ADDENDUM
What’s this? The bird society has taken to renaming certain species to eradicate perceived racist and hurtful names. In a major success, they changed an obscure prairie chicken which formerly was named after a Confederate general. Their aim, they claim, is to make bird-watching “more inclusive”, meaning, one can conclude, fewer Confederates.
