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Barefoot - Thanks for the sympathy. My uncle lived a long life, and I think it was probably a happy one, as such things are reckoned.
As for spacetime, at some point such discussions become philosophical. That seems to be the character of your argument. My philosophy -- and my intent in this blog -- are more practical. If it feels like time and looks like space, that's good enough for me. For me the simplest explanations are best.
With respect to time in particular, the idea that motivated this blog is the notion of causality. Events follow from other events in a timewise fashion. It seems to me that discarding the concept of time would make it harder to explain the causal chain. Why do our perceptions link together in this ineluctable fashion? Salt does not appear on your eggs until you pick up the saltcellar and shake it.
Why can you not cram escaped steam back into the tea kettle? Thermodynamics (entropy) figures into it, too. Time has a one-way arrow. You'll never step twice in the same stream.
Prose - When it comes to observing the niceties of life, you are as constant as the turning of the planet. Thank you for gracing my blog with your presence. :o)
shore - Right now I'm pretty sure it's the call of the disc golf course I'm hearing. The yard will still be here mañana. The weather this weekend is supposed to be cooler. That sounds like a better time to whack weeds and move mulch.
I don't recall that I'd ever heard of Lone Rider before, but the beer was good. Wife and I enjoyed the experience.
I have always been a beer man. When I met her, my wife was primarily a wine drinker. She introduced me to wine and wine culture. Now Wife is starting to develop a greater appreciation of the possibilities inherent in the world of beer.
Last night I attended the aforementioned opening of Mystery Brewing in Hillsborough. The town's mayor was there for a ribbon cutting ceremony. Enough other people showed up to pack the place. The brewmaster had four kegs of product on tap. I managed to sample a pint of each.
That puts me well ahead of my normal rate of consumption, which may have something to do with my choice of disc golf over yard chores today.
Think I'll probably stick with water or soft drinks for a day or two. ~:o]
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Forty years ago beer in America meant Miller, Bud, Schlitz. I drank my share of each, along with the other major national brands. They were all basically similar — pale, fizzy and restrained (some might say tasteless) in character.
Somewhere along the line I discovered imported beer. It didn't really matter where the bottle originated. Six-packs from all over the world offered a completely different experience from Miller, Bud, Schlitz. Even the clear, fizzy kinds delivered a punch and authenticity that were hard to match in the United States.
Apparently I was not the only one making this discovery, because it wasn't long before I began to hear about microbreweries and craft breweries appearing here and there across the land. Their goal was to make beer the old-fashioned way, the way people the world over had been making it for hundreds of years. It became possible to buy tasty lager, ale, porter and stout from domestic producers. When I discovered Sierra Nevada, I was in love. I made a pilgrimage to Chico to buy the t-shirt. They were a small local brewery then. They're nationwide now.
Shortly after I moved back to North Carolina from Texas our legislators repealed a law which had limited the alcohol content of beer to six percent. That opened the door to a whole class of delicious beverages that had formerly been banned. Now beer making in this state seems to be undergoing a renaissance. Craft breweries are popping up all over the place. There's even a guy who wants to open one in Saxapahaw.
And I must tell you how much I loved that video you posted at Sandi's. That big bird bears quite a resemblance to a shoebill stork, no?
When it comes to birds, all you need is big and blue to arrive in shoebill territory. I don't think the beak in the video was a proper match, but they got the smile right. All those other little flockers were Bluebirds of Unhappiness.
We got a warm front and a cold front all in the same long rain storm. There were a few rumbles of distant thunder, but mostly it was quiet vertical rain.
The yard is all smushy with puddles in the back.
Fortunately the rain is ending, and the forecast calls for sun emerging later today. That ought to make the flowers grow.
But Beer Brewing is even closer to my heart: My mother made beer at home all the while I was growing and I took over in my teens. Called my construction company and my Dodge Panel truck "HomeBrew". Then in the early '80s construction pretty well stopped around here so I went back to school and teamed up with a business partner with the idea of building a Micro Brewery. We were a bit ahead of our time when we tried to get some financing in place. Liquor laws and taxes simply made the thing a pipe dream (B.C. still has an hangover from W.C.T.U.).
I went off to the U.K. to taste some beers there.
The best was:
http://www.brakspear-beers.co.uk/
Where the only Brewmaster on shift and I tasted together till another employee found him and herded him back to work.
And the worst was some "Real Ale" at Robbie Burn's favourite Pub in Dumfries, The Globe Inn. That stuff does not "Keep" long.
I had to laugh when you described re-refilling your coffee maker in the dim hours of early morning. That sounds like something I might do. It's a good thing that we seldom precharge the coffee machine. I have a feeling that might just complicate things.
I've always been more than willing to leave beer brewing to the professionals. I had a roommate who tried home brewing once. He went to a great deal of trouble, and the result did not justify the effort.
For months I've been following the progress of Mystery Brewing on the Brewer's Blog. He talks at length about the trials and tribulations of recruiting backers, seeking financing and applying for all the necessary approvals, permits, stickers and seals. Knowing how to make good beer is necessary, but it is definitely not sufficient.
The best beer is unpasteurized and contains no preservatives. It's alive in the bottle. All those little yeast thingies are swimming around in there. Yum!
In fact one of my mentors claimed that the yeast bodies provided B vitamins and proteins way back when these useful items were hard to find.
Possibly giving the early brewers an advantage over those who could not stomach moldy porridge.
Water remains an essential ingredient for brewing beer, coffee, tea, Kool-Aid or whatever. Wife is picky about her water. She pays for a home water filtration service. Our municipal water is not bad, but the filtered water we use to make coffee is better.
One of the spokesmen for Brakspear Brewery explained that they use gypsum (and possibly other salts) to condition the water used in their beer. My reaction when I heard that was, "Yuck!" Oh, well, I suppose that there are yucky intermediate stages in recipes for a lot of things I enjoy (when they're properly done).
Hmm, yes, consider the abattoir.
calpoppy - It's my opinion that great products are defined not by their number of bells and whistles but by their utility and fitness for a particular purpose. The Swiss army knife is nifty, but it's not great. The quality of implementation of each of its several functions makes it a mediocre tool at best. It's not very hard to find, for example, a better knife.
People have surely tried a lot of things to "get in touch with God". The deity is reputed to be ubiquitous, so I'm not sure why people ever thought a radio would bring them closer. It's much easier to understand why a huckster, who depends for his living on contributions from the faithful, would ask his audience to gather near the speaker.
One frequently hears that the Lord is also omnipotent, which implies that, if He wishes to be in touch, He can surely reach out to you with no effort on your part. On the other hand, if He does not wish to be in touch, you won't be hearing from Him until He changes His august mind. That is, if change is possible for an omnipresent being. From God's point of view, Barefoot's theory that there is no space or time makes sense. Apparently it is only we mere mortals who can be sundered from what we need and love.
People think a lot of inexplicable things about God, though. If there is any single subject which can be guaranteed to make no sense at all, that's the one.
It's a fun song - and always has been. I've sung and played it for years, and I've never known anyone - including some pretty doggoned faithful folk - who ever thought it was anything more than a fine example of tongue-in-cheek bluegrass.
Shoot. I think I'll go turn up the volume and have another listen! ;)
I have to think that event was probably not what you do on a typical weeknight, but you went out and did something different, mixed things up a bit, and it sounds like a good time was had. Such an occurrence generally livens things up, but add 4 pints to the mix and I'll bet things were lively, indeed. Good for you!
BriarCraft - Wife did not go to the brewery. She was otherwise occupied that night. She suggested I could do the brewery thing as a sort of bachelor's night out.
I went to the Grand Unveiling. I believe Tap Takeover was scheduled for the next evening at a place around the corner.
As for the four pints, the bartender provided a large plastic cup, which during the course of the evening I refilled three times. The last go around was for stout.
And no, this was not a typical week for me, which is why I brought it up. Most nights (like tonight) I stay home by the computer or the television.
The brewery was fun, and afterward I managed to find my way home again safely. I hope to sample Mystery Brewing Company's wares again sometime.
“Spring has sprung,
The Grass has riz,
I wonder where the birdies is?
The little bird is on the wing,
But that’s absurd!
Because the wing is on the bird!”
Hi Bogon. I have tried to find the author of this little poem but no one seems to know for sure who the author is. The two names that surface frequently are Ogden Nash and Spike Milligan, however no one has a definite answer. I guess we will have to enjoy the ditty without knowing who is the author. Thank you for posting this on my blog a while ago, I finally found a few minutes to do a littler research.
To answer the questions in the ditty, I know where the 'birdies is'. A chickadee is making her nest in my little birdhouse and I am ecstatic! That's where the birdie is!
Somewhere I read someone lamenting the modern trend in business:
A while ago a million dollar contract would be sealed (and later honored) by a toast and an handshake.
Nowadays the sober lawyers sign the smallest contract and then head to court to fight about it.
Not only does it brighten my day, but it illuminates the rhyme I left on your blog the other day. That bit of doggerel is something I heard my father repeat whenever spring rolled around. I was never sure if it was something he had heard or something he made up. Now it seems likely that it was a truncated or misremembered bit of this poem. It doesn't matter if the author is unknown. I feel that I know more than I did before about something near and dear.
I caught a glimpse of this big bird earlier this week:
I was happy, because it happened when I had my camera handy, and the bird remained unflappable and in sight long enough for me to bring the camera to bear. That may not sound like much, but I have been watching herons for years, and such chances have been rare indeed.
ycd - Your comment lends credence to my theory that ours is no longer a government of the people and for the people. It is a government of lawyers for lawyers.
This has happened because so many wise mothers have counseled their offspring to work hard in school to earn a law degree. The situation is a clear demonstration of the law of unintended consequences. So many lawyers, all the dang time...
I did the same, I watched them for years and never managed the perfect shot, until one morning when I was down by the lake and this one landed in front of me, with not a care in the world! Bingo!!
I am not a birdwatcher, but it's hard to ignore a blue heron. I most commonly spot them on the wing, when they are too fast moving and elusive to present a photo opportunity. Even if you have a camera handy, it takes too long to turn it on, fiddle with the buttons and focus.
The most favorable scenario would be one such as you describe. You're sitting by a body of water when the bird drops in for dinner. He comes to you; you don't have to sneak up on him. These skittish birds fly away if you approach them. You need a long lens to fill the frame, as you have done, from outside their defense perimeter.
My lens was maxed out, which is why there is so much grass and water in my photo. The grass is part of somebody's lawn. I shot my picture from a public street. Google Earth tells me the distance was about eighty yards.
The bird gave me time for three shots. Here's a cropped version of one of them.
The same day I saw the heron Mrs. Bluebird was kind enough to pose for me. Her appearance seemed a good omen. This image has been cropped and modified to enhance the contrast.
Happy Saturday to you.
We are lucky here in MK. When they were building the city, (only been around since 1965,) many of the gravel pits dug to help make the roads were left as lakes, 14 in total, so we have plenty of opportunity to watch, and capture in our lenses, the waterbirds that frequent them.
Another day ... captured this one as I was snapping ducks!
Love you little blue bird and I do hope it is a good omen:)
Let's see... shoebill, heron, bluebird — they're all blue! Do you think maybe I have a thing for blue birds? I haven't posted a blue jay yet. Or an indigo bunting.
Wish me luck. I'll need it for bunting hunting. :o)
Sandi - There are various rivers, ponds and lakes in my area, too. I suppose I should take my camera exploring more often. There aren't any birds here by my computer!
If you are after blue birds.. how about this - a blue filter!
The roadrunner is a curious bird. I was lucky to spot one a few times, but in those days I didn't own a decent camera. I would love to have another chance to confront a roadrunner with camera in hand.
Armadillo and javelina also come to mind when I think about Texas. Those creatures are emblematic of that part of the world. Wish I had pictures.
One day as I was walking near my parents' house I saw both a kingfisher and an indigo bunting sitting on the electrical wires strung above the road beside a creek. It was summertime, and you could tell the birds were having a great day. They gave me big smiles as I passed by. I waved and whistled back at them, but, alas, no camera.
This guy seemed to go well with other birds (but not blue!)
It's partly cloudy and warm (mid sixties) here in the Dry Slot today. The winter layoff has been great, but I'm forced to admit that it's time to break out the lawn mower again. The wild garlic is taking over, and some of the grass is growing. I could probably stall for another day or two, but all it would get me is more sweat. It's not going to get any cooler here this week.
WatchinTheSky - It took a couple of tries for me to identify that plant. I came up empty the first time, too. GardenGrrl found a plant that was close, but the leaves weren't quite right. That prompted me to try again.
Looks like you bagged an egret. While blue birds are definitely cool, they can't all be blue. It takes all colors to make the world go around.
BriarCraft - Your message, or something very like it, has been on my mind lately. Last week a friend of mine remarked that he thought I was in pretty good shape (physically). I laughed, because I have never been an athlete. As a computer nerd I spend a lot of my time sitting here at the console. I certainly can't claim great strength, stamina or cardiopulmonary efficiency. My friend simply meant that I'm fortunate to have survived so long with no debilitating injuries. My knees, backbone etc. all still work pretty well. (Knock on wood!)
At our age the definition of fitness begins to change a bit. I'm starting to know a lot of people who have... symptoms. The friend with whom I had this conversation lives with pain from a leg injury he sustained years ago in a car crash. My wife has a bad knee from a skiing accident. Now I hear that you are a candidate for hip replacement.
I very much hope that your surgery and rehab go well, and that soon you'll be able to take walking for granted (one of the little things) — although somehow I don't think you ever will. :o)
I am just astonished by your cardinal! I love those birds, and that one's a beauty. I'm not sure we even have bluebirds here - farther north in Texas they do, but I don't think they hang around the coast.
On the other hand, we've got so many shore birds right now they're tripping over each other. Some are coming and some are going - the grebes are still here, and the coots, but they'll mostly leave. The kingfishers are back from wherever, and it won't be long until the green heron shows up.
We keep our great blues all year long, though, and they're marvelous birds. If you're willing to share your fish with them, they'll be your best friend until the fish run out!
It's open window time here tonight - just lovely. It's also about one hour later than it feels. Time to go ponder what tomorrow will bring - sunshine, for sure.
One morning last week I took my camera and a sudoku game out on the back deck. The air was a bit chilly, but the sun was warm on my back. I worked on the sudoku and kept one eye on the back yard, where Wife has set up a couple of bird feeders.
It wasn't long until guests began to show up for dinner. There was a squirrel. There are always squirrels. The feed we provide is meant for birds, but squirrels probably eat the lion's share. You can't keep 'em away.
During the course of about an hour I got pictures of cardinals, finches, robins, doves, a titmouse and a grackle. These birds were sufficiently at ease with my presence on the porch to stay while I fiddled with the camera. There were other small visitors too quick and skittish to photograph. Those must remain a challenge for another time.
Photographing birds at a feeder is a bit like shooting fish in a barrel. From the photographer's point of view it is an optimum scenario. Bluebirds don't come to our feeder; they catch insects. I won't get another bluebird picture until one of them lets me. The photo op will happen on the bird's terms, not mine. All I can do to improve my chances is to carry the camera and be watchful.
I agree with you that this is a pretty good cardinal picture. It's about as good as I'm likely to get. So I probably won't be taking a whole lot more cardinal pictures. There are too many other possible targets for my camera. I like crows, for example. There are plenty of crows around, but they are a tough assignment. They are ninjas of the bird world, jealous of their privacy. They don't like me pointing my camera at them. Their jet black plumage is hard to photograph.
A pair of hawks lives nearby. I see them sometimes, circling high overhead, gliding on the wind. They are attracted to our feeders occasionally, not for sunflower seeds but for the other guests. Several times I have found a pile of feathers where a hawk has made a meal of one of our erstwhile customers. It would truly make my day, if I could somehow get a good picture of a hawk.
...Or an owl, or one of your green herons. The probabilities are vanishingly small, but not zero. Maybe I'll get lucky. :o)
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Still wish I'd figured out how to make the sound I wanted come out of the guitbox like those guys.
I can pull structure out of concrete and wood usually but all I do now with music is listen.
What is the significance of the 8 armed symbol behind Clapton in the video?
Wife and I went to a piano concert a couple of days ago. Fellow by the name of Frederic Chiu performed a "smackdown" between Debussy and Prokofiev. When it comes to music, some guys have it, and some guys don't. This guy definitely has it, and to an amazing degree. Obviously he has built his whole life around his instrument. Practice makes perfect.
Don't ask me why the production crew of Cash's show decided to decorate the stage with stylized Union Jacks. Maybe they thought it was important on a country music show to let viewers know when the music was coming from a different country.
The overlaid crosses make an octagon.
http://darkerwaysbluestour.blogspot.com
Ken Hamm tried to teach me how to run the Hawaiian Guitar my Dad made from spruce from the Mosquito fighter/bomber squadron he spent four WW11 years working on and he made the frets from schrapnel from a V 1 "Flying Bomb". The Mossies could catch and "tip" the V1 off it's course if it actually had one and they had access to early Radar. Two souped up RR motors (with nitrous) and a wooden skin - fastest plane in the theatre except for the goofy "Rocket" plane the Luftwaffe built.
Father in law flew bombers and he said the "Rocket" had only one pass at you so if you saw the thing you were OK. Somewhere I have a picture - but here's what comes up:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR =1&v=749Cw5rdHh4
Just Google Messershmitt if that doesn't work.
Bill and Donna Konsorado: have sorta adopted our #2 grand daughter on stage here and there.
She has a good voice and serious interest in song. She's 12.
So I'm surrounded with decent musicians and I like it that way:
Without the Audience There ain't a Show! Chilliwak.
I corrected the grammar so I took out the quote marks.
A Hawaiian guitar assembled from WW II era planes and weapons from both sides of the conflict? That's got to be a one-of-a-kind item. If you could bear to part with it, and if you could find the right buyer, I daresay you might make your fortune.
Don't have time right now to process all the blues tour data you've linked. Suffice it to say that I'm very much out of touch with that scene. Probably has something to do with habits, nationalities, fate, latitudes and attitudes...
I ran across this over on the 'Tube. Maybe you've heard these guys before?
Last night, as I was driving in, I passed through a band near Mars Hill where hail lay thick on the ground. So far there has been no hail here at Mom's house.
With recent rain here and at my home in Alamance County there is no apparent lack of moisture. The University of Nebraska drought monitor says otherwise. Call it a legacy of La Niña: 75% of the Southeast is experiencing drought. South Georgia has the worst of it. Better than ninety percent of North Carolina is abnormally dry. Mom's house is in the thin sliver of the state with normal rainfall. My county is in moderate drought.
Not where one would choose to be as summer approaches.
To you and your family,
:)
It's a good time of year to celebrate. Down at the Bogon residence spring has already shifted into phase II. Early daffodils have dried up. A second wave has hatched along with a tulip or two. Redbud trees are flushing pink and lavender.
Exotic tutti-frutti imported trees have been blooming for some time. Dour native trees continue to bide their time. Once (frost) bitten twice shy is their motto. I don't think they have much to worry about this year.
The weather has been splendid. Every kind of living thing responds eventually to Spring's enticement. This week we crossed a line; the insects have started to emerge. To me that marks the end of the charmed period that begins when Winter first relaxes his grip. From now on until autumn there will be too much of a good thing. Too hot, too muggy and buggy for comfort.
You have some beautiful photos here on your blog!
Just wanted to come by and wish you a
Happy St Patti's Day!!!!
St Patricks Day Graphics
Music everywhere. Takes me back a few.
Never thought of that guitar as having more than sentimental value. In fact yesterday I was going on about old friends and artifacts I have inherited from them. The guy I'm working for/with (originally from Seattle area, I think) also has old tools and items with memories attached.
The only thing I have that me Da' made is "This old guitar and an empty bottle of booze". Except for some tools which he probably modified. Most of the buildings he constructed (I worked on some with him) are still standing in a valley about 10 hours away if you include the ferry ride and drive fast.
ycd - It's hard to draw the line in the debate of nature versus nurture. In addition to that guitar you owe your dad for half your genes and some, I'm sure, of your good sense.
There have been times, when I thought of my dad and asked myself, where would I be without him? That's not a question that has an answer. I don't think a question needs to have an answer to be of value.
When I was fairly young I pondered where I was before I could think. Told my older sisters (maybe they asked me about this.):
that I was a blooming flower by the runway of the airbase where the "Old Man" worked.
Maybe I was.
I'm sure I must have had some such self-concept when I was that age. After all this time I don't recall what it might have been. That was a very different world. I'm pulling up fragments of memory of Eisenhower, Studebakers and AM radio.
Dad and I shared many happy hours watching Tarheel basketball. Got some of that on my schedule this afternoon. This time I'll be sharing the view with Mom.
With UK and Louisville Kentucky has two teams left in the hunt. Residents of North Carolina can root for UNC and NC State.
The big winner is the state of Ohio with four schools in the Sweet Sixteen, or 25% of the field. One natural consequence of hogging all that limelight is mutual annihilation. In the next round Cincinnati meets Ohio State. The Bearcats must battle the Buckeyes, which guarantees that one way or the other only three teams from Ohio can advance to the Great Eight.
I had three games to watch today. In the first NC State defeated Georgetown. That was a good game. It would have been a pretty good game even if the Hoyas had won. (What's a Hoya?)
Later in the evening UNC overcame Creighton. The Heels won handily, but their point guard, Kendall Marshall, broke his wrist. Good news and bad news.
I had to wait past midnight for the result of the third game. This time the news was all bad. Florida State fell to Cincinnati. The Bearcats won by being annoying. They buzzed around like mosquitos. I wanted to swat them. Unfortunately the medium of television makes no provision for that kind of feedback. Had the Seminoles succeeded, Thursday's internecine conflict could have been averted.
Fortunately for Kentucky UK and Louisville are in different regions. If they survive, they won't meet until the Final Four.
The only remaining contenders from the Atlantic Coast Conference are both in the same bracket. If UNC and NC State defeat their next opponents, they must face each other in the Midwest regional finals. Too bad. I'm sure both teams would rather save their efforts for the likes of Syracuse or Kentucky. Or maybe somebody from Ohio.
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