Tuesday, February 17, 2015

An Awww Shit moment....


Nothing says 'fun' quite like a certified letter notice with IRS written in as 'sender'.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Note to self.....

If one has rubbed Tiger Balm into ones hand in an effort to deal with pain...

One should not touch ones own face afterwards.

Ever again.





Ouch.


Seeing what is there.....



Some years back, I arrived at school my usual hour early.  Ignoring administration pointless edicts on instructor parking, I stopped to open the gate to my programs compound and pull in.

Looking to the side of the lot, I saw the remains of a vehicle waiting for salvage yard pickup.  The windshield was shattered, and perhaps it was a flash of dawn sunlight that caught my eye.

Learning photography, trying to build my skills, I had begun to pay closer attention to details.  Small views, different angles, how the light paints the world.   This led to my examining the world in different ways.  Sometimes, limiting myself to just what the lens shows the viewfinder.

That's how this image came to be.  Standing there, looking at that wrecked car, I realized there was beauty hidden in the carcass of the crushed automobile.

The details......


Friday, December 26, 2014

My phone has an *off* function.......


Here I sit  (or was when this post was scheduled),  all intending to write something for the venue.

Not so sudden realization..... all I have to write about is me, meself, and me life.... none of which is of interest to anyone.

Of other matters I have opinions and thoughts..... also of little or no interest to anyone.

So there's this:   I wish you all a good holiday season, and a peaceful New Year to come.


Thursday, December 25, 2014


Whiskey sleeps.

Whiskey the cat, not whiskey in the bottle.  The bottled kind, I am out of.  Can't afford anymore either.... not just now.  All my hard earned has gone away to bills or other peoples Christmas happiness.

Bacon.... that I have, and shall have this morning.  Bacon I slice myself, having rubbed it down in pepper and spices some days ago.


I'll poke my head from the cave door far enough to growl a 'Good Day' to all, and the best wishes I have available to all as well.

Merry Christmas


Sunday, December 14, 2014

More musings...


Is the economy getting better?

I'm as doomy as the next guy, and more than most probably.  That said, many times I have looked at U6 unemployment rate as an indicator of economic failure... so it only seems fair that I point out the trend reversal.

It 'seems' more people are employed lately.

I take this as DESPITE government policy... not because of it.

Sunday musings...

I attempted to watch a bit of 'news' coverage this morning, but my stomach turned enough it had to go.

The monochrome 'reporting' amounts to nothing less than Pravda, and the blatant race baiting divisiveness is appalling.

Hypocrisy may be the most unappealing human trait of all.

Sunday morning musings


Spent some time reading at Peter's blog this morning, which led me down THIS bunny hole...

Well worth a few minutes.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Sunday, July 27, 2014

As life lived on rails
Following fate around bends
     Unavoidable


Saturday, May 3, 2014

Lit the fire this evening, so I might watch the flames.  Perhaps they will speak to me.

The warmth is welcome, even though it's not to be so chilled this night.  Perhaps the heat will penetrate to that cold empty space inside me.


Saturday, April 26, 2014


Any day that begins with bacon.... is automatically a good day by default.

In other news...  schoolishness.... teacher stuff......   I are doing my job as best I can.  It's a tough row to hoe, given the adult 'degree' program is literally given zero resources. I can't even get the school to cough up text books.  Seriously...... no text books..... in a college level program that ends up with 'Degree' written on the certificate.

Sigh....

Ah well...... being an adjunct instructor has pros and cons.  On the con side.... low pay, no bennies, and intermittent part time work.  On the pro side..... screw the paperwork, take your meetings and shove them, and when it comes to the school going downhill, I no longer have a dog in that fight.

Frankly, with my full time employment swinging wrenches and tweaking electrons (which I am quite pleased with), teaching evenings makes for three 16 hour days a week.  As much as I like teaching, that's not as enjoyable now as my younger self found it.  Add in the barren dessert which is the schools support of the program, and I have my doubts if I'll take it on again.

I feel bad for the students, in a way.... but it is an ADULT program, and they are supposedly ADULTS.   Maybe there are more lessons there for them than just the feex-de-caar stuff.



Tuesday, April 22, 2014



Planting a seed is an act of faith.  Faith in a future where growth will happen.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

The answer to life, bacon, and everything......


Bacon.  An ancient method of preserving valuable meat from the centuries before refrigeration and canning were developed.

Bacon.  Parts of the venerable hog, treated with smoke, gentle heat, salt, spices, and loving time.  It becomes a flavor spectrum all to itself, with promises of intense cooking scents and deep, deep life giving energy and goodness.

To quote David Spaulding, as he paraphrases Ben Franklin.... "Bacon is proof that God wants us to be happy".    I can find no flaw in that statement.

I like to buy my bacon by the slab, ordered from a local meat market.  It's comes whole, and must be sliced down into usable pieces.  For me, that means quartering, wrapping, and freezing.  One piece at a time, a few pounds, goes to the bottom drawer of the fridge.

Sliced as thick as wished..... twice that of store bought bacon..... and treated to a grind of fresh black pepper.

I cook my bacon in the oven, on a cooling rack placed over a baking sheet.  375 degrees til judged done.

I try..... try..... to cook  too much.  Sometimes it works.   Why too much?  Leftovers my gentle readers... leftovers.

Cooked bacon in the fridge is akin to having a pot of culinary gold hidden away.  Sliced, slivered, diced, crumbled... it's a flavor explosion ticking away, waiting for a palate to stun.

A bit added to pasta sauce..... astounding.  Slivers cooked into a grilled cheese sandwich.... suddenly it's a masterpiece. Diced and mixed with blu-cheese dressing for a salad... exceptional.   There is no end to what can be done...... no end.


Sigh...


One of those long nights.....


Saturday, April 19, 2014

Lasers! Pew! Pew!






A review of the LaserLyte V4 rail mounted laser....

Thompson Cigar.....



Hmm......

Received shipping notice from Thompson cigar on my latest order.  I noted an item backordered.... and also noted I was still charged for it.

Time to give Cigars international a try, I think.



Sunday, April 13, 2014

Speaking of endangered tortoises.......




You know that incident going down in Arizona?  The one where BLM claims dominion over the souls of all mankind in the name of Terry the Tortoise?

Well, it turns out the single biggest killer of the endangered desert tortoise is...... The BLM.

Oh.... and Harry Reid's bank account.  That kills Tortoises too.


It tastes all the better for being earned....


Two Job Jack I am again.  Feexing cars by day, teaching feexing cars by night.

Hand sliced slab bacon.
Farm fresh sunny sides with cracked pepper.
12 grain local made bread, toasted, with fresh butter.

Every bite, my friends..... every single bite.


Saturday, April 12, 2014

Lol...


Last nights class had 'circuit protection' as one of the topics.  As I wandered the school pre-class, walking a bit to aid digestion, I stumbled on THIS:


Fortune favors the brave, and it became a wonderful 'educational aid'.    600v at 500 amps.... Phew!

On another note, I really have no idea why all those excited people were running up and down the halls.


Thursday, April 10, 2014

I am not who I thought I was...


One of my work duties is to take vehicles purchased at auction, and prepare them for sale on our used car lots.  This means going over the vehicles to a depth most people would not understand.   EVERYTHING is checked, and just about everything is repaired or serviced, no matter how major or minor.  Needs an engine?  Do it.  Needs a seat recovered?  Do it.  Needs a $4 part to fix the gas fill hatch?  Do it. Tires less than great?  Replace them. Radio reception poor?  Replace it.

Frankly, there is not a car on our lot that I would hesitate to own.

Maybe that's why this family has been in business there for 25 years.

Anyway.... the other day I have a late model Toyota I am going over.  On my list-to-feex, a brake warning light, an antilock warning light, and a check engine warning light.  About 20 minutes into exploring the issues, I decide the antilock/antiskid module is faulted.  As is my custom, I do a visual inspection before proceeding.

On looking at the module, I find this:

 
On the right side, we can see the harness latch is lifted, disengaging the wiring harness from the module.  I clicked it back in place.  All issues resolved.  Go team me!

Happy dance for a moment.... until I inform the business owner of the easy fix.  He tells me things like that happen all the time on auction cars.  Used car dealer/buyers often disconnect things while inspecting the vehicle, in an effort to create warning lights that drive bidding lower.

I was.... stunned.  

A)  Who the fuck THINKS like that?

B)  More importantly.... given my extreme low opinion of humans in general.... why wasn't that the FIRST thing I looked for??

I'm concerned that I may have a deep seated faith in humanity that I never suspected existed. Not sure how to deal with that thought.


Sunday, April 6, 2014

Tricksy electrical testing....


So.... here be a task sheet I shall assign my fresh victims..... um...... students.  It's just LOADED with tricksy lessons for the young minds to wrap themselves around.

Which ones can you spot?  


 







There are several periods during each year when I can heat the house from an open hearth fire.

Wasteful in wood, but enriching of the soul.

Fire good.


Lazy Sunday morning food porn..


If one has leftover bacon, one can construct a breakfast sammich fit for the Gods themselves, or at least their better thought of clerks.

Getting past the unlikely concept of 'leftover bacon', lets look at the sammich build plan.

On toasted and buttered multigrain bread with significant crunch, is layered the aforementioned crispy bacon, a pair of eggs fried in butter and ground over with fresh pepper, a slice of provolone cheese, and some greenish things found in a sack on the third shelf of the fridge, where such things abide.

If assembled correctly, with the fried egg resting on the provolone cheese, the residual heat will melt the cheese over the bacon, which is a wonderful bonus indeed.

There we have it....... and dare I say....... perhaps have it again soon?


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