One year ago today: October 7, 2025, unlimited supply.
Five years ago today: October 7, 2021, the frog moved in.
Nine years ago today: October 7, 2017, from $6 to $32.
Random years ago today: October 7, 2011, never near the magazines.
Nothing today, except hearing the news. That Eurocrat lady wants to “supervise” people[s personal savings. Stating these accounts are a problem, she wants to put this money at “the service” of European companies. How much longer, I have to wonder. France is now a non-country, but they had fifty years to do something about it. The fake pandemic people are at it again, this time another test tube dropped again in a communist lab. In the name of “damage control”, our embarrassing “agencies” are making a stink again.
Here’s you go, my outdated map showing the Gulf of Mexico. The connection here is the first hurricane of the season is incoming right there. That puts Florida at the northeast corner of the spin. If you live here long, you learn that is the “dirty” corner of the storm. Best get yourself dug in. How many boxes today? Two, both junk boxes with wood that split. They can still make functional boxes. We can do better than functional. Left unfinished, they take a laser logo really nice I also checked on some underused gear, such as the jointer. It needs setting up and I forget how.
This is getting old, but it was another good morning that still had a few warning signals. So I took it easy and went back to sleep. That’s constructive, in a way, because I have dozens of small projects to occupy any free time slots this creates. Like today, I’m finally building a box to keep my non-USB-C cables separate. The standardization laws have made other cables increadingly rare. I have a dozen of each and acquaintance with these affairs tells me to begin guarding them preciously. Ten each is considered below replacement levels.
Right now, I’m hauling back to idle mode because of a lingering sense of “repair” going on. This is a third good day without interruption, a streak I don’t care to upset. That’s the longest yet. No sense pushing for anything, it’s already been 250 days of mostly struggle with fatigue, so a month or two here and there is just a recess for me. I’m deep formatting some old SD cards, which takes an hour each, leaving me time to ponder that any hope of a musical career for me is sunk out of sight. The closest I’ll ever see to a hit song now rests solely with the Reb.
My budget for fame and fortune is not depleted and I have deep faith in the Reb’s talent and ability. I’m already doubting my strength would be enough to sit in the audience and watch her show. But I do have sixty years part-time management experience at the most dramatical part of the industry, that is, getting that first big flight off the ground. I further know well before most how much these things will cost. Since I know she won’t ask, I will make the offer. I’m very aware how closely this resembles a relationship we do not have. It keeps life interesting.
Busby, the Brit ex-soldier, has completed his 28 year walk around the world. Starting in 1998, he has managed to stroll 30,000 miles without once mentioning where he got the money to do this. He says he walked 7 hour per day, meaning his speed was less than 1/2 mile per hour or he stopped to partake in “local custom”, another expense he did not mention. Hey, I never said people who do this are wrong. I’m just noticing they never mention the obvious.
I don’t use a lot of links because they interrupt user reading patterns. So to articles which extend beyond a page. I combat that with shorter “3-sentence” paragraphs, so if you must scroll back, you get there easier. I read some excellent articles which finally referred to these as blogging mistakes. Whew, I thought I was the only one. Other errors you won’t find here often are:
Begging for money constantly (hit that subscribe button)I’m guilty of some bad habits, but my defense is they are habits borne of long-term immersion in the blogging effort. Often, I have no choice but to presume you’ve read what happened up to today, in general.
Overlong preambles (I was born in a log cabin crap)
Too much jargon or tech-talk
Font-glare (or the unreadable opposite)
Certain people are making a big deal that the lady who “programmed” the Apollo computer passed away at 90 today. I can identify with her role in leadership and organization, but I stop short at calling her a computer pioneer. Why? Because in the 1960s, it was the math, not the computer, sending men to the moon. The formulae were all worked out and coding them into a computer was a clerical job, done mostly by the office secretaries at the time. Look it up.
It was another twenty years before MicroSoft created the mess that is called coding today. However, there is one consistency that has not changed. Coding still, sixty years later, does not require the coder to know much about the underlying process, as long as it displays “right” or produces the expected results.
Making plastic forks.
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Total shed time to day was maybe a couple hours. I looked again at the biscuit joiner, but I’ve had poor luck with those. Bottom line, the joints are just not all that strong. Wood around here would only be joined to create larger panels than my current maximum of 5-1/2 inches. But the larger resulting pieces do not match the strength of my solid pieces. And something else has changed since the weekend. My regular appetite is returning. Top missing items (since January)? Rice. It’s been a staple since 1980.
A small box (what else) of blocks to slide under items to be etched which to not fit into the focal range of the beam, or for narrow items that would rock the assembly as the relatively heavy laser head moves around. It’s so any future Zoomers can compare it to their collection, nomsayn? After all, this is 2026.
I get in from the shed with a craving and I still have half a bag of sticky rice from the last trip to Snapper Creek. It does not make well in a standard microwave cooker. Yes, I microwave for convenience and because the results are identical. Chicken and rice is the most common chow around here and today was a welcome back feast. I ate four cups of rice with shredded chicken and watch a documentary on mining in the Atacama. In grade school we were taught about the nitrate deposits, both in the camps and the bird guano 200 feet deep.
We were also taught that Europe was cruelly responsible for the bad government and failures when the market collapsed once Germany learned to extract nitrogen from the air. I wanted to see the abandoned mining camps where the desert air mummified everything, but could not find a single source that did not focus on the industry downfall. It’s their own fault, you see this drunken binge lots of times. Opera houses built with imported marble on streets packed with oxcarts. It took less than ten years for their economies to implode and stay there since.
ADDENDUM
Okay, I finished reading an article about what most people fear most about growing up. Here are the items that surprised or informed me the most, one way or the other. The overall surprise was how little most of them affected me.
Being surprised learning things takes longer.There is so much of this theme out there, it’s got to be A.I. That also makes it predictable. But nothing beats the realization that you’ve been lied to all your life.
Job skills overnight becoming obsolete.
Your generation’s heroes begin dying.
Realizing you will never reach your goals.
Re-emergence of childhood injuries.
Your brain stops at 30 but your body doesn’t.
