This blog started in 2006, my son Steve and I got it going while I lived in Bozeman, Montana. Steve dropped out not too long after that, unable to write day in and day out … unlike me. I was charged, never short of ideas, and in the early days wrote about other Montana blogs. There were quite a few of them, and then slowly they began to drop off, one by one, until today there are only two, Travis Mateer’s ZoomChron, and my own.
Category: American wilderness
Sunday notes
Demystifying Science: I stumbled upon what I consider a treasure trove of videos at the site linked to the left and also in the blogroll. The very first one that caught my eye was this one, A Billion Years is Missing, featured above. I once read the works of Immanuel Velikovsky, who claimed that Earth had once had a near encounter with part of Jupiter that had broken away and eventually became the planet Venus. Poor Immanuel was loudly and publicly criticized and humiliated. He never backed down, although his daughter reported that he was almost suicidal for a time.
Hiatus? Nah …
I listen more than I should to Conan O’Brien, whose father once said to him after he had attained great success as a talk show host that the success was based on a condition that might otherwise be “treatable.” His dad, a microbiologist, wasn’t joking. Conan says that in any other era, he would lack the basic talents necessary to live well and prosper. He would be doing grunt labor in fields or factories, and annoying everyone around with his humor. His would be a difficult and short life.
I’ve not been posting much here, and in part it is because I have removed the one topic that I write so easily about, climate change. Indeed I had gotten highly repetitive, and I could put up a climate piece with one hand tied behind my back. Conan has been asked about the current cancel culture and how humor has to be so carefully structured so as not to bring down the wrath of the embedded liberal censors all around us. He says that is a good thing, maybe somewhat overdue, as once upon a time it was too easy to make fun of gays, cross-dressers, trannies and the like.
Things are slow
Our Internet went out last Friday, and CenturyLink told us that it would be back by today at the latest. It has been both an unpleasant and pleasant experience at once. I am reduced to doing anything online on my iPhone, which is difficult for me and leaves me dictating everything I see on the screen.
there is some humor in the situation. I was interacting with an oil and gas landsman. He was asking me about a bankruptcy in which I did some work in preparing assignments out of the bankruptcy estate. He wanted to know if I had the bankruptcy documents. Which I do not I told him that the case was so large and my part in it so small. I told him that the case I’ve gone on for many months, and that the person subjected to the proceedings had farted all the way. Of course I meant “fought it.” I’m correct in the dictation error. I told him that she may well have farted all the way, but that I was never in her vicinity and neither her nor smelled anything.
there are people around now, and I like this idea, I suggest that we don’t try to correct dictation errors anymore . Just let them be. People will figure things out, and in the meantime, where is humor to be had.
see now, there are many dictation errors in the last paragraph and a half. I just let them be.
Wazzup wid dis?
Every other day or so I get a new photograph when I fire up my PC, usually enjoyable, often places we have been and with very good photography. The objective is for me to click on it, and when doing so Microsoft will then install Edge as my default browser. That company has never been terribly subtle in its marketing. Edge might be a good program, but when pushed into it, especially knowing Microsoft’s tracking and backdoor habits, no thanks.
Yesterday I got the photo below the fold. Should I be worried?
OK, message received
I asked, and was answered. The Klausler’s set me on a different path. I am beating the climate topic to death, and on the other end people are thinking “We get it, we get it!” I got some nice comments, and Dave’s refreshing bluntness. OK, I got it. I got it!
What to write about? That’s part of the problem. Over the years, I’ve covered just about everything imaginable on this blog. For a while I was just revisiting, as I’ve got nothing new. But then I was not looking for anything new. BB King lit me up, and many readers too. I was not looking. He just stumbled it upon me.
Some things I might (but probably don’t) understand, Part 3
I have on hand a treasure trove of photos and face comparisons, as I’ve been doing this for years. Most of the face chops turn up negative, showing two people to be different individuals, and that does not draw a lot of interest. But it is the primary use of face chops, to show differences.
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I think the photo to the left started the OWT that anorexia nervosa causes distortion of the skull shape. That is Karen Carpenter with her head stretched in a darkroom, done to make her look grotesque and seal her fake death as a real thing.
In fact, the only distorted skull shape I have ever seen is to the right here, Stephen Hawking suffering from ALS. Look at the bulbous protrusion of the back of his head. I agree with Mr. Mathis that Hawking indeed died in 1985 in Switzerland, and was replaced with an actor. They apparently had things left to accomplish with the Hawking character, including A Brief History of Time. That is, I think, a distortion of astrophysics, done with purpose. I should understand better why they did it.
[After posting this, I realized that the real Hawking who died 1985 and was replaced by an actor who then fake died in 2018 … it was 33 years later. Maybe, just maybe, it was not Mr. M who brought him down. Can it be?]
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Continue reading “Some things I might (but probably don’t) understand, Part 3”
Some things I do not understand, Part 2
Steven Parent is said to have been a random victim of the Manson Family on the night of August 9th, 1969. He had no connection to anyone there, and had merely driven to the property said to be the scene of the nightmarish murders to visit William Garretson, a caretaker who lived in a cottage behind the Roman Polansky/Sharon Tate house where the murders were staged.
I think it is pretty well established in our circles here that there were no murders that night, that Sharon Tate was not pregnant, that the Manson family was put in show trial, and that Sharon Tate disappeared, reappearing as her newly created younger sister Patty. None of them ever spent a night in jail. That being the case, it is unlikely that Steven Parent was killed that night. But he did disappear.
Some things I do not understand
Note: This post was published by accident. I had many more topics to cover. I will continue with this in “Some things I do not understand, Part II.
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Face chops might be fatally flawed in that I am not in the room with the people I am studying. It could be, for instance, that Matt Damon has a head the size of a watermelon, while Tom Brady is more a cantaloupe.
Still, I get this:
It is not a perfect match in that the ears don’t align, but everything else does, and perfectly. The eyes and eyebrows, the noses, nose shape, mouth, lips, head shape and hairline. People are like snowflakes in that no two align, but these two do.
Monday scuttlebutt
Relentless heat propaganda
Below is a temperature chart put out by the BBC:
That red coloration is deliberate, a not-so-subtle way of suggesting that the planet is burning up. It is not. Two things I will bet BBC never mentions are …
Piece of Mindful 