Mr. Mathis highlighted this photo, calling it an obvious fake, which it is, and commenting that it looks like a “Hot Wheels mock-up, with square-edged cars and all the seams still showing.”

All that is true, but I add one more thing: The blade is not nearly long enough to service the windmills I see. Try this calculation for yourself: A typical truck bed is 8’6″. At 1PM in the photo, you’ll see a truck – perspective is completely distorted, but let’s run with it. On my screen, it is one-half inch wide. (All screens are different, but the relationship of images to one another should be the same.) The blade is about five inches, so that in real life that blade would be five divided by one-half (=10) times eight feet six inches, or 1,020 inches, or about 85 feet long.

A typical carbon-fiber wind turbine blade is about 350 feet long, or the length of a football field plus two ten-yard endzones plus the distance to the first row of seats where Green Bay Packers go to jump up after a touchdown.

So the blade above is only about 24% the length of a real blade. That is, unless the blade is being trucked to Lilliput.

PS: How did that blade wind up way over in the oncoming lane? All I can think is that the wind blew it.

By The Old Badger (Dave Klausler)

Some daydream, nightmare, or this stupid world charade tipped me to fitness thinking lately. Nah, that may not even be it – I am triggered by music frequently – during workouts most commonly. But that’s right back to physical stuff – melting deep in my head too. I paused while the haunted Sinéad was expressing herself in Universal Mother – heartbreaking. She can shove Shuhada’ Sadaqat right up her dead pseudo-muslim ass. If you really want to hear raw power and fury, try Troy from The Lion and the Cobra – incredible. There’s a guy here on SubStack – Jonathan – that I view and read – he uses gymnastic rings too – that was also stewing in me. Hard to say now… I’m always consciously multitasking.

Continue reading “Where might it all begun? Or gone South?” →

We have upstairs three rooms, each inordinately large: a bathroom, walk-in closet, and bedroom. They are what I would consider artifacts, which I define as something unintended and left over from other intended activities. This house in original from was much like a toaster, two floors, small footprint, and by world standards fully adequate for its intended purpose.

The former owners, however, wanted something bigger and better. They did not want this in order to live in a bigger house – they wanted to be able to sell it so that they could buy a place with land. The woman who was partnered with a man in the construction business wanted to raise horses, utterly impossible here, as it is a steep wooded hillside. So they popped out the north side of the building, and doubled the size of the structure, creating a lovely living and dining area, and two “offices” on our main floor, each qualifying as a bedroom were it to be used for that purpose. In the basement, they created two large areas of no particular purpose, and two small rooms, one qualifying as a bedroom, the other not (no closet). 

Continue reading “Following Annie’s advice” →

The word above, “eurhythmy” is a solution to a clue in an anacrostic I completed yesterday. It is a new word for me.

In case you’ve not done an anacrostic, sometimes called just acrostic, it is like a crossword puzzle with the following complications:

• The ultimate solution is a quotation from a published work. All of the letters are numbered one to however many (170 in this case).
• There are clues to solve, and solution to each clue is spelled out on blanks, under which are numbers that correspond to the quotation, so that those letters are moved above.
• The first letter to the clues will spell out the author of the quote and name of the work.
• There is a lot of back and forth between quotation and clues, otherwise I think the puzzle would be insoluble.

Continue reading “Eurhythmy” →

I wrote the post below after having mulled on it for some time, and not exactly sure where I would take it. As always, with writing, I am surprised at the outcome.

However, and completely unanticipated, writing that piece generated bouts of depression. I was reminded of my childhood, my dysfunctional family, and living in the shadow of a super achiever.

Continue reading “On writing about staring into the abyss” →

It has come to my attention that some things I think uproariously funny are not at all funny to others. A couple of recent examples:

Sarah Silverman said this as part of her standup act a long while ago. I repeated it once when seated at a table next to a gay relative, openly so and married to another gay man. It was somewhat uncomfortable, not because he as gay, as we’ve all gotten over that. It was because he seemed above it all, the gathering we were at, the drinking and family tensions. So I decided to take a chance, and repeat the Silverman line to him.

Continue reading “Coffee without milk, anyone?” →

I have decided, partly due to lack of reader response, but also due to my own “enough!” feeling, not to write about Climate Change anymore. There is nothing new to learn there. It’s a psyop run by dishonest people, or worse yet, people who mind-meld to be in the right camp. They only want to make a living, and I understand that, so that I take it as a larger statement on the human condition. Like Diogenes, we must all carry lanterns.

I do follow blogs, and the one I have come to like the most is Climate, Etc., run by Judith Curry. She does not write much herself, but when she does it packs a punch. I refer you to that blog’s three most recent articles:

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