Blood and Swash

Dave below writes about the 1947 movie The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. I was once aware of a TV show by that name, though it never caught my interest. I was not aware of the movie. This is a nice piece, capturing the more pleasant aspects of a house haunted by a ghost. Enjoy!

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Blood and Swash

By: Dave Klausler

I like movies; unfortunately, there are fewer and fewer decent ones produced these days. Last time #1 Son visited (from the Fatherland), we watched a couple of movies together… well maybe more if you separate all the Lord of the Rings offerings (Gold, I say). You have read my take on Mr. Wales here: Whupped ‘Em Again Josey, one of the other films we viewed (Sterling, it is). He is still mild on Audio/Visual “entertainment” these days – but that is now a big plus. He’s trixie, that kid of mine – offer an accurate portrayal of the evil world (True Detective) or conversely, too far sci-fi (Anon) and you’ll be pistol-whipped posthaste.

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Serse (Xerxes)

Last week we were driving to a luncheon in Aurora, part of greater Denver, and 47 miles away from our house. I put on some music, and an instrumental piece (not the piece above) was randomly selected by my phone. My wife and I were both moved by the beauty of this piece. It answers to the name Serse (English title Xerxes) from the opera of that name by George Frideric Handel. It usually runs two and a half hours.

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Appreciated Accompaniment

This story, 60 pages long in MS Word, is a follow-up to Appreciated Assistance, the first Klausler tale reproduced here on the blog. I like that first piece since it was set on and around trail to a lake, Lady of the Lake, where I made my first hike into the Absaroka  Beartooth Wilderness (then called  Primitive Area) when I was perhaps ten years old. I wrote about that before I met Dave. Helen from the first story, who had suffered a bear attack and was dragged out on a makeshift stretcher, reappears intact in this installment.

Something weird happened as I read this piece … I was writing in my head. That has always been a trait of mine, constant writing going on between my ears. Not lately, but this piece triggered so much in my past – not as rugged and violent as Dave’s piece, but enough similarities, including my longest day walking with a full pack, 22 miles, and glissading off a high mountain  pass (Dave and Helen forego that option).

I’ll get over it. Make the voices stop! Enjoy this well-written and engaging outdoor tale.

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The end of the line

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.

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To the manor born (A Barack Obama Primer, Part III)

As promised, I am going to look into the lineage of Barack Obama, but not very deeply, as I am not very good at this stuff, and further, do not imagine that blue bloods let it all hang out. Do we really imagine that proles like me can just turn on a computer and find their relatives and parents and trace them back generations? True, not too many will do this, but even so, we would be a nuisance, and since they control the information and hire people to manage it, I suggest that important secrets stay secret.

So first, I want to start with Barack Obama, Sr., said to be the father of the man who became president in 2008.

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Of trees and firewood

This stack of firewood is the sum total of a week’s effort.I am not done by any means, as we normally go through a couple of cords every winter. By my estimation this is over a cord, but I have one partial and another full stack to to go. Note that a cord is 4X4X8, which is what the back two stacks are, roughly. Since the work is very hard I opted to finish the job in October, giving my body a needed rest.

Last year, knowing foot surgery was on the horizon, I put up as much wood as I could in a short period of time. That wood included garage scraps and pieces of willow and aspen (which do not burn as well as pine). We decided that for the first time in our then-twelve years here we would purchase a cord of wood. The cost was going to be $300. We burned less wood, however, and did not get around to purchasing it.

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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.

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Hiking the Big Hill

By: Dave Klausler

Three years ago, my buddy Ed and I turned back only some four miles into our hike up Mount Whitney. Still dark and roughly at Mirror Lake. Our legs had been absolutely fried coming down Boundary Peak, the highpoint of Nevada, just thirty-six hours previous. Neither of us were in prime condition, and it showed in lack of recovery and probably lack of initial capability. “I do not want to be one of those embarrassing pieces-of-shit who call in for rescue,” Ed said to me that early morning on Whitney. Yes, we could have made the summit, as uphill was not the issue but the quadriceps femoris were obviously still spent – revealed on any briefly hiked decline – and the upper reaches of the Whitney trail were said to be very steep; retarding and managing the downward fall is critical. “Okay,” I replied… we turned back. The side-trip to Lone Pine Lake on the return did little to quell my disappointment. I do not like to leave things unfinished (see this: Mount Katahdin). So, what led to the failure?

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