Friday, December 21, 2007
Now Look What I've Started
I Should Know Better
In my last post, I casually mentioned that the P-51 Mustang and the Supermarine Spitfire might be contenders for the title of "Best Fighter Plane of WWII." What a monster I created! So far, I have received telephone calls from five different "friends" who vociferously questioned the "quality" of my research. So, let's set the record straight!
I Know Nothing! (Courtesy of Sgt. Hans Shultz)
First, I didn't do any research on WWII Fighter Planes. My only source of information on them is incidental at best. Regarding the P-38, however, I can honestly say I have performed a ton of research and consider myself "informed" but hardly an "expert." (Those who know me are well aware of my aversion to anyone who is billed as an "expert" unless he or she holds advanced degrees and is at least 75 years old.)
So What Now?
I'm going back to chili recipes and wait patiently for seven more years when I will become an "expert" at something. I not sure what the discipline will be but I'm leaning toward psychotropic medicines.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Annual Tradition
In The Beginning
I started this blog in November, 2005 with two goals in mind:
1.) to create an online journal of my leisure activities and,
2.) to indulge my passion for things mechanical.
This post falls in the latter category. My interest the Lockheed P-38 Lightning was piqued at a very young age when my Dad built a model and hung it from my bedroom ceiling. I spent more nights than I can count staring at it until I finally fell asleep. In my mind, that was how airplanes were supposed to look. It wasn't until many years later I discovered what a truly unique design it was. Additionally, the man who headed the design team at Lockheed, Clarence Kelly, was from my home town! How cool is that?
True Confessions
I'll confess that the P-38 had its shortcomings, and will even admit it was not the greatest fighter plane ever made during WWII. Probably the P-51 Mustang and British Spitfire vie for that honor. But as something that could stir the soul of a young mechanically inclined boy, it was nonpareil. Maybe Santa will bring me one this year.
I started this blog in November, 2005 with two goals in mind:
1.) to create an online journal of my leisure activities and,
2.) to indulge my passion for things mechanical.
This post falls in the latter category. My interest the Lockheed P-38 Lightning was piqued at a very young age when my Dad built a model and hung it from my bedroom ceiling. I spent more nights than I can count staring at it until I finally fell asleep. In my mind, that was how airplanes were supposed to look. It wasn't until many years later I discovered what a truly unique design it was. Additionally, the man who headed the design team at Lockheed, Clarence Kelly, was from my home town! How cool is that?
True Confessions
I'll confess that the P-38 had its shortcomings, and will even admit it was not the greatest fighter plane ever made during WWII. Probably the P-51 Mustang and British Spitfire vie for that honor. But as something that could stir the soul of a young mechanically inclined boy, it was nonpareil. Maybe Santa will bring me one this year.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Wow! First December Post
Busy, busy, busy
This has been an interesting month. Lots of family related activities and very little time for blogging. Believe it or not, the rest of the month, including the impending Holidays, looks relatively tame compared to the past 30 days.
Premature Celebrating
The combination of my youngest son's graduation, visits by guests from out-of-town, plus an early Holiday open house, all contributed to massive To Do list revisions. With those activities behind me, everything else looks positively passive by comparison.
So, what's my plan for survival?
Daily naps friends. The seniors' Fountain of Youth!
I, (hand on copy of Woodworking Magazine) hearby swear to post highly important facts and fiction that will probably be shining examples of my fuzzy December focus.
And you can take that to the credit union!
This has been an interesting month. Lots of family related activities and very little time for blogging. Believe it or not, the rest of the month, including the impending Holidays, looks relatively tame compared to the past 30 days.
Premature Celebrating
The combination of my youngest son's graduation, visits by guests from out-of-town, plus an early Holiday open house, all contributed to massive To Do list revisions. With those activities behind me, everything else looks positively passive by comparison.
So, what's my plan for survival?
Daily naps friends. The seniors' Fountain of Youth!
I, (hand on copy of Woodworking Magazine) hearby swear to post highly important facts and fiction that will probably be shining examples of my fuzzy December focus.
And you can take that to the credit union!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Father Time Saith
In The Beginning
There were self-important bloggers who felt their posts contained life-changing content and would eventually lead their readers to "The Ultimate Truth."
And Then There Was Father Time's Place
Disclosure: I'm in a weird post-Thanksgiving mode right now and procrastinating on my responsibilities as lead Christmas-light-putter-upper. Therefore I am merely trying to look like I'm catching up on my e-mail. So far it's working!
Regarding my earlier thoughts under "In The Beginning", I hope like heck NOT to follow the "self-important" model. This post alone should be proof of my intentions.
Roger out.
There were self-important bloggers who felt their posts contained life-changing content and would eventually lead their readers to "The Ultimate Truth."
And Then There Was Father Time's Place
Disclosure: I'm in a weird post-Thanksgiving mode right now and procrastinating on my responsibilities as lead Christmas-light-putter-upper. Therefore I am merely trying to look like I'm catching up on my e-mail. So far it's working!
Regarding my earlier thoughts under "In The Beginning", I hope like heck NOT to follow the "self-important" model. This post alone should be proof of my intentions.
Roger out.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thanksgiving
Seems like I used this same picture last year........oh well.
Here's wishing all of Father Time's extended family a wonderful family-oriented Thanksgiving. (If you're reading this, you're extended family but not in the will!)
If you are spending the holiday alone, I know from experience what you must be feeling. Don't worry though. The Friday shopping bargains will make you feel better. On the other hand, I don't know squat about shopping the day after Thanksgiving. I shop on December 24th. The stress is exquisite!
Here's wishing all of Father Time's extended family a wonderful family-oriented Thanksgiving. (If you're reading this, you're extended family but not in the will!)
If you are spending the holiday alone, I know from experience what you must be feeling. Don't worry though. The Friday shopping bargains will make you feel better. On the other hand, I don't know squat about shopping the day after Thanksgiving. I shop on December 24th. The stress is exquisite!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Father Time's Condensed Sports Page
Chapter 1
My team, Michigan, has a reputation for driving its fans crazy. It finds exciting new ways to get blown out against lesser teams, then in close games, comes through when the chips are down.
This year, Mrs. Time's alma mater, Oregon, started out by running over Michigan, went on to achieve national recognition, and was in the running for the BCS Championship Game.
Chapter 2
On Thursday November 15, 2007, Oregon played Arizona at Tucson. If you watched it on TV you'll know why our household is in mourning today. It was ugly. So much for a BCS Championship. Tsk, tsk, tsk. (Spell checker hates that word!)
Chapter 3
Now, if Michigan beats Ohio State this weekend, the Wolverines will go to the Rose Bowl. If Oregon wins its next two games, it will go to the Rose Bowl. And where does that leave things? Right back at the beginning of the season again, except for one small fact. Father Time flew to Michigan to witness the collapse against Oregon. If they meet again, Mrs. Time will fly to Pasadena to watch the rematch.
And The Winner Is?
The airlines.
My team, Michigan, has a reputation for driving its fans crazy. It finds exciting new ways to get blown out against lesser teams, then in close games, comes through when the chips are down.
This year, Mrs. Time's alma mater, Oregon, started out by running over Michigan, went on to achieve national recognition, and was in the running for the BCS Championship Game.
Chapter 2
On Thursday November 15, 2007, Oregon played Arizona at Tucson. If you watched it on TV you'll know why our household is in mourning today. It was ugly. So much for a BCS Championship. Tsk, tsk, tsk. (Spell checker hates that word!)
Chapter 3
Now, if Michigan beats Ohio State this weekend, the Wolverines will go to the Rose Bowl. If Oregon wins its next two games, it will go to the Rose Bowl. And where does that leave things? Right back at the beginning of the season again, except for one small fact. Father Time flew to Michigan to witness the collapse against Oregon. If they meet again, Mrs. Time will fly to Pasadena to watch the rematch.
And The Winner Is?
The airlines.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Son's Adventures In Space
Objective
My youngest son decided to explore space without using a "manned space vehicle." His transportation of choice - rubber bands. (He clearly takes after his Dad.)
Preparation
Finding a launch site in Oregon is easy - just look for a bridge over a deep canyon. This is actually the easiest part of the mission.
Launch
This part even included a count-down. It was 5-4-3-2-1... Ahhh "one" son. ONE SON!!! Somebody push him!
Flight
When the rocket engine finally fired, he was catapulted into.....well, "dropped" into space, and was out of sight in seconds. Totally amazing except for the blood curdling scream. Father Time handled it well, other than being unable to stop my head from shaking side-to-side when I'm awake. Hope Medicare handles it.
Perfect Form
Notice how calm and controlled my son is in the last picture. Especially note the perfect form of a man who is convinced he's going to die. What grace. What form. What composure!
Will Father Time Do This Soon?
Not on your life!
Monday, November 05, 2007
A Rare (for Father Time) Foray Into World Affairs
Editorial Comment
It's rare for this site to comment about anything political or to state personal opinions about world affairs. However, this headline caught my eye, especially since the situation in this part of the world is dealt with extensively on Richard Silverstein's blog.
What Prompted This Deviation From Tongue-In-Cheek?
My previous post about kayak's led me to a photograph on Richard's site. I wanted to use it for this blog, so I wrote to him requesting permission to use it here. He graciously agreed, so my post now includes a gorgeous picture of a cedar strip kayak in Seattle, Washington. While I was waiting for a response, I spent some time reading Richard's recent blog posts, and found him to be not only an educated man, but an eloquent one as well. Hence my foray - this one time - into a situation that the entire world has grappled with for centuries.
Thanks Richard, for staying the course for a negotiated, peaceful, non-militant settlement between Israel and Palestine.
It's rare for this site to comment about anything political or to state personal opinions about world affairs. However, this headline caught my eye, especially since the situation in this part of the world is dealt with extensively on Richard Silverstein's blog.
What Prompted This Deviation From Tongue-In-Cheek?
My previous post about kayak's led me to a photograph on Richard's site. I wanted to use it for this blog, so I wrote to him requesting permission to use it here. He graciously agreed, so my post now includes a gorgeous picture of a cedar strip kayak in Seattle, Washington. While I was waiting for a response, I spent some time reading Richard's recent blog posts, and found him to be not only an educated man, but an eloquent one as well. Hence my foray - this one time - into a situation that the entire world has grappled with for centuries.
Thanks Richard, for staying the course for a negotiated, peaceful, non-militant settlement between Israel and Palestine.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Other Distractions
Photo by Richard Silverstein*
More Reasons For Sporadic Blogging
Continuing the list of activities that consume too much of my time, we have this goody - finding the best set of plans for a home-built wooden kayak.
The criteria are:
1.) It must be wood since I have zero plastic-working skills;
2.) It must be somewhat simple in design so that someone with intermediate woodworking skills can complete it without investing in major league power tools;
3.) It must be out of the workshop in time for Spring hiking and trout fishing.
Have I found one? Not yet, but the research is delicious!
This particular design intrigues me because a close friend is thinking of taking a kayak trip down the Willamette river from Corvallis to Oregon City, Oregon. That gives me plenty of time to build one, increase my daily workout to focus on stamina and take my self-imposed lessons on surviving a rollover incident.
That will put a crimp in my blogging but increase my inventory of nature photos. Not a bad trade off!
*See www.richardsilverstein.com. It's a great site!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
NASCAR Sister Flogs The Blogger
Where Does The Time Go?
NASCAR Sister tactfully reminded me today that once again this site is in remission. Gentle reminders like, "What are doing with all of your time bro?" and. "Why don't you post more often?"
She's right. When my life is on a roll, my priorities take a hit, and lately blogging has been DOA. So, let's correct the situation and bring everyone up-to-date on what was so darned important that Father Time couldn't spend five minutes on the laptop!
Here's One Distraction
Yes it's a dog. Son and SigO's Dog. He's also a fan of an Oregon university whose football team is nationally ranked. To clarify, any dog who is NOT a football fan is merely - a dog. Nothing else. Just a dog.
But as you can see, this is not just a dog. This is a Duck Dog. And, as the second photo shows, he's happy with or without his "uniform." Why we do this to our pets is a mystery to me. The worst part, however, is the dog doesn't even know the team's fight song!
I can handle that!
Family and Tailgating
Now, here's another time-consumer in the fall. Tailgating! We get together in a parking lot and set up an organic juice bar. Every conceivable fruit juice is available. Notice how happy it makes the participants. The happy couple pictured here includes my daughter - the one wearing the Duck hat.
Tomorrow we'll review some other meaningful social activities that happen around The Place. Maybe!
NASCAR Sister tactfully reminded me today that once again this site is in remission. Gentle reminders like, "What are doing with all of your time bro?" and. "Why don't you post more often?"
She's right. When my life is on a roll, my priorities take a hit, and lately blogging has been DOA. So, let's correct the situation and bring everyone up-to-date on what was so darned important that Father Time couldn't spend five minutes on the laptop!
Here's One Distraction
Yes it's a dog. Son and SigO's Dog. He's also a fan of an Oregon university whose football team is nationally ranked. To clarify, any dog who is NOT a football fan is merely - a dog. Nothing else. Just a dog.
But as you can see, this is not just a dog. This is a Duck Dog. And, as the second photo shows, he's happy with or without his "uniform." Why we do this to our pets is a mystery to me. The worst part, however, is the dog doesn't even know the team's fight song!
I can handle that!
Family and Tailgating
Now, here's another time-consumer in the fall. Tailgating! We get together in a parking lot and set up an organic juice bar. Every conceivable fruit juice is available. Notice how happy it makes the participants. The happy couple pictured here includes my daughter - the one wearing the Duck hat.
Tomorrow we'll review some other meaningful social activities that happen around The Place. Maybe!
Monday, October 15, 2007
Finally!
Father Time has been looking for a Shaker-inspired end table design. The idea started with the traditional long legged Shaker side table, but needed to be lower to fit into today's more relaxed interior designs.
My obvious non-original idea showed up in an advertisement for "particle board" furniture featured at a local store. So, the only thing original about my version will be the fact that it's 100% solid cherry.
"Better late than inexpensive" is my new motto.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Did You Know?
Little Known Fact - Maybe
Did you know that you can see an enlarged version of the pictures posted here by clicking on the picture? (The photo on the previous post really comes to life when expanded; however, if you try that with my profile picture, you just see the winner of the Freddy Krueger look-alike contest!)
Did you know that you can see an enlarged version of the pictures posted here by clicking on the picture? (The photo on the previous post really comes to life when expanded; however, if you try that with my profile picture, you just see the winner of the Freddy Krueger look-alike contest!)
Thursday, October 11, 2007
OK, So It's My Time Of Year
Declaration Of Bias
I'm a "seasons" fan. My outlook and energy levels are never higher than during the equinoxes and solstices. If we had eight distinct seasons rather than four, I would be in Nirvana. However, overwhelming my senses, an acknowledged character flaw, (along with sniffing a good Pinot Noir well beyond the requisite 15 seconds), to the best of my knowledge, is neither harmful nor addictive.
Hidden Agenda
So, this picture of the Columbia Gorge not only lets me indulge myself, but concurrently performs a semi-public service. If you happen to be reading The Good Rain by Timothy Egan, this picture can help you attain some great mental images.
Enjoy! Envy is OK too.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Special Request
Here's another reason to leave civilization behind and see what nature has to offer. There are no sirens, dogs barking, or hammers pounding away building new homes. Instead, it offers a glimpse of where we were before we decided that seeing inside our neighbor's kitchen was more important than seeing wilderness. Sorry for the cynicism. Not like me at all. I'm from the "live and let live" school of tribalism; must need more coffee!
And what about the "Special Request?"
It's for a good friend in the Midwest whom, I'm sure, has scenery to rival this. Enjoy!
Monday, October 08, 2007
Some Benefits Of Maturity
Hijacked "Thoughts For The Day"
Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman:
"And what do you think is the best thing
about being 104?" the reporter asked.
She simply replied, "No peer pressure."
-Author Unknown
I'm not tired. I'm just more relaxed.
-Father Time
And that's the truth!
Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman:
"And what do you think is the best thing
about being 104?" the reporter asked.
She simply replied, "No peer pressure."
-Author Unknown
I'm not tired. I'm just more relaxed.
-Father Time
And that's the truth!
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Backpacking Weather Turns Wet
Hobby Or Obsession?
If you have followed this blog in the past, you know one of my passions is getting out in the woods for a few days of solitude. Since this summer was a blur of unexpected activities that controlled me rather than vice versa, my secret affair with Mother Nature is now limited to the few remaining days of semi-temperate, but continuously changing weather. So, when I get wet, I get really wet! And why do I torture myself like this?
The answer is evident in this picture, as well as literally hundreds of other breathtaking back-country scenes that keep me coming back for more. There's plenty of time to be dry when I get home, so this method of recharging of my inner being is worth every moment of discomfort.
Thus endeth the sermon for today. Drip, drip.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
New Look Means Means I'm Back
Where Has Father Time Been?
No posts in September. No explanations or prior warnings. Was it just plain old American negligence?
"Yes."
The prosecution rests.
Making Amends
OK, I confess - I was dogging it and just having too much fun. But, there is an upside if you are one of the few who has ever followed this blog. Things look different but the posts will follow the same format; my overarching guidelines are still chaos, randomness, and the exercise of free will - my free will. Maybe.
I'm back and will be just as serious or goofy, philosophically heavy or sardonic, satirical or whimsical, and just plain off the wall as ever.
Is This Good News?
It is for me because now my conscience is clear, my soul is relieved, and my feelings of guilt are in high gear! Life is good.
Thought For The Day
"It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker."
No joke!
No posts in September. No explanations or prior warnings. Was it just plain old American negligence?
"Yes."
The prosecution rests.
Making Amends
OK, I confess - I was dogging it and just having too much fun. But, there is an upside if you are one of the few who has ever followed this blog. Things look different but the posts will follow the same format; my overarching guidelines are still chaos, randomness, and the exercise of free will - my free will. Maybe.
I'm back and will be just as serious or goofy, philosophically heavy or sardonic, satirical or whimsical, and just plain off the wall as ever.
Is This Good News?
It is for me because now my conscience is clear, my soul is relieved, and my feelings of guilt are in high gear! Life is good.
Thought For The Day
"It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker."
No joke!
Monday, August 27, 2007
Communications
I used to love the convenience of having a cell phone. That is, until my current iteration decided to die unexpectedly. Back to the store; phone replaced under warranty. Less than 24 hours later, new phone dies. Repeat steps 1 and 2.
Guess what? This morning new phone #3 is dead.
I am by nature a happy person. This is merely a test to see if I have character flaws that have been unknown until know.
They may be on to something.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Another Failed Attempt At Wisdom.
Did you ever notice that when life becomes hectic, everything that can happen does happen? Conversely,when a crisis is over, an abundance of spare time that is out of proportion to the time spent in crisis, emerges from nowhere?
This undoubtedly will go down as one of my strangest posts ever!
This undoubtedly will go down as one of my strangest posts ever!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
August 16 -NASCAR Sister's Birthday Is Today
In keeping with a long-held tradition, the celebration of NASCAR Sister's birthday will again feature another installment of her biography, much to the delight of her children and especially, her co-workers!
This is not made up. It's the straight scoop! (Truth is hallmark of this blog!)
NASCAR Is Aging Gracefully
Believe your eyes! Yes, NASCAR Sister has not changed one bit in the past 40 years. Notice how slight the difference is between her 5th grade picture and a current portrait. This is truly a testament to her strict regime of intensive physical training coupled with a healthy diet of Fritos dipped in warm butter and Budweiser. Oh, how I admire her awesome willpower!
NASCAR Sister Is A Leader In Environmental Education!
NASCAR sister's current job involves taking knowledge starved young students for walks in the forest. Look closely at the picture on the left and you will see one of the many wild animals indigenous to her region. She routinely confronts these vicious beasts, debilitates them with her perfume, then drags them back to her office for all to see. On the right we see a bright young student who has recently returned from one of Sister's pilgrimages, expressing her appreciation for an exciting day spent increasing her knowledge of the great outdoors.
Remember Cool Dude?
Well, NASCAR Sister's better half (sexism intentional), also known as Cool Dude has retired after an illustrious career as a PortaPotty Drag Racing Engineer. As you see, has turned his considerable talents to motorcycle design. Clearly, his experience in PortaPotty design is reflected in this masterpiece. Way to go Cool Dude!
NASCAR Sister Finally Buys A House
After searching the country far and wide, she finally found her dream home. It was a fixer-upper, but now, after almost a solid year of hard work, we see the finished estate. Once again, I am so envious of Sister's success in everything she does, I can only respond like this!
So THERE NASCAR Sister!
Out of spite, I'm forced to include a picture of NASCAR Sister's first boy friend. When she sees this picture she is typically overcome with lust and lascivious thoughts. The last time I did this, she begged me to destroy the picture, but I didn't! BWAHAHAHA!
This is not made up. It's the straight scoop! (Truth is hallmark of this blog!)
NASCAR Is Aging Gracefully
Believe your eyes! Yes, NASCAR Sister has not changed one bit in the past 40 years. Notice how slight the difference is between her 5th grade picture and a current portrait. This is truly a testament to her strict regime of intensive physical training coupled with a healthy diet of Fritos dipped in warm butter and Budweiser. Oh, how I admire her awesome willpower!
NASCAR Sister Is A Leader In Environmental Education!
NASCAR sister's current job involves taking knowledge starved young students for walks in the forest. Look closely at the picture on the left and you will see one of the many wild animals indigenous to her region. She routinely confronts these vicious beasts, debilitates them with her perfume, then drags them back to her office for all to see. On the right we see a bright young student who has recently returned from one of Sister's pilgrimages, expressing her appreciation for an exciting day spent increasing her knowledge of the great outdoors.
Remember Cool Dude?
Well, NASCAR Sister's better half (sexism intentional), also known as Cool Dude has retired after an illustrious career as a PortaPotty Drag Racing Engineer. As you see, has turned his considerable talents to motorcycle design. Clearly, his experience in PortaPotty design is reflected in this masterpiece. Way to go Cool Dude!
NASCAR Sister Finally Buys A House
After searching the country far and wide, she finally found her dream home. It was a fixer-upper, but now, after almost a solid year of hard work, we see the finished estate. Once again, I am so envious of Sister's success in everything she does, I can only respond like this!
So THERE NASCAR Sister!
Out of spite, I'm forced to include a picture of NASCAR Sister's first boy friend. When she sees this picture she is typically overcome with lust and lascivious thoughts. The last time I did this, she begged me to destroy the picture, but I didn't! BWAHAHAHA!
Art Imitates Life
Is this amazing or what? I've always heard that each of us has their double somewhere on the planet. But when one randomly surfs the Internet and sees an exact likeness of a friend, how freaky is that?
Now on to more important things:
Coming Attractions Nearing Completion
1.) Father Time presents The Fly doing his impression of Rodney Dangerfield
2.) Father Time's annual review of the life of NASCAR sister, in time for her birthday on August 16th.
Can you feel the excitement building? If you do, get a grip!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Milepost 68 - Returning To A Normal Life
In the beginning
Here's to living a relatively normal life, if that means anything in our current culture. 2007 has been an "interesting" year for Father Time and family, especially if you use the Chinese translation of the word "interesting." Somewhere between chaotic and a Level 5 hurricane would be apropos. (No disrespect to Katrina victims intended - just a metaphor to lay groundwork for the following:)
Let's take inventory.
Loss of Mother In Law after a 5-month illness;
Recurrence of breast cancer in Mrs. Time;
Prostate operation for yours truly;
Return of son from college with a truckload of furniture;
That's about it. Pretty average compared to the travails some people face daily, monthly, and permanently.
Take Fly for instance.
At this point, Henny Youngman would prompt me to say, "No, you take Fly. I can't take him anymore."
Fly has lived in the desert, commuted cross country to take a job with a mystery company, now lives in the South, and works at a job that is so secret that even he doesn't know what it is or where it's located. Now that's "interesting."
Henny Youngman
Now Fly enters and says, "Who the heck is Henny Youngman?"
That's to be expected from any pseudo-historian whose primary focus is war.
As a public service to those under the age of 25, here are some examples of Henny Youngman:
I'd commit suicide, if I could do it without killing myself.
My wife and I got remarried. Our divorce didn't work out.
Some people play a horse to win, some to place. I should have bet this horse to live.
I made a killing in the stock market. I shot my broker.
There were three kids in my family. One of each sex.
My wife has a keen sense of humor. The more I humor her, the better.
He's an agent now. He must know talent. He gave up acting.
Most girls are attracted to the simple things in life. Like men.
I'll never forget my first words in the theatre. "Peanuts. Popcorn."
He had a defect, which to a comic might be fatal. He wasn't funny.
In conclusion
That's all folks!
Next installment - The Fly's impression of Rodney Dangerfield.
Here's to living a relatively normal life, if that means anything in our current culture. 2007 has been an "interesting" year for Father Time and family, especially if you use the Chinese translation of the word "interesting." Somewhere between chaotic and a Level 5 hurricane would be apropos. (No disrespect to Katrina victims intended - just a metaphor to lay groundwork for the following:)
Let's take inventory.
Loss of Mother In Law after a 5-month illness;
Recurrence of breast cancer in Mrs. Time;
Prostate operation for yours truly;
Return of son from college with a truckload of furniture;
That's about it. Pretty average compared to the travails some people face daily, monthly, and permanently.
Take Fly for instance.
At this point, Henny Youngman would prompt me to say, "No, you take Fly. I can't take him anymore."
Fly has lived in the desert, commuted cross country to take a job with a mystery company, now lives in the South, and works at a job that is so secret that even he doesn't know what it is or where it's located. Now that's "interesting."
Henny Youngman
Now Fly enters and says, "Who the heck is Henny Youngman?"
That's to be expected from any pseudo-historian whose primary focus is war.
As a public service to those under the age of 25, here are some examples of Henny Youngman:
I'd commit suicide, if I could do it without killing myself.
My wife and I got remarried. Our divorce didn't work out.
Some people play a horse to win, some to place. I should have bet this horse to live.
I made a killing in the stock market. I shot my broker.
There were three kids in my family. One of each sex.
My wife has a keen sense of humor. The more I humor her, the better.
He's an agent now. He must know talent. He gave up acting.
Most girls are attracted to the simple things in life. Like men.
I'll never forget my first words in the theatre. "Peanuts. Popcorn."
He had a defect, which to a comic might be fatal. He wasn't funny.
In conclusion
That's all folks!
Next installment - The Fly's impression of Rodney Dangerfield.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Never Say Die
OK. So I've been lax in tending to my blogging duties. Agreed. No argument. I won't even make excuses, because they would be so emotionally charged, and intellectually challenging, that even I won't understand what's going on in my life.
So..........I will carve up the past four weeks into bite-size chunks and offer them one at a time so as not to overwhelm anyone. One of us being overwhelmed is enough!
Cio!
So..........I will carve up the past four weeks into bite-size chunks and offer them one at a time so as not to overwhelm anyone. One of us being overwhelmed is enough!
Cio!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Why Do People Do The Things They Do?
Sometimes, I am completely mystified by the things people do to their pets. Here's a good example.
OK, so maybe this is their way of "expressing creativity." Give me a break!
This is starting to sound like Andy Rooney isn't it? And another thing....
Go to any major university book store. Go to the section where they sell sweatshirts and team spirit items. I will bet you there are at least four or five "uniforms" for your dog or cat....in different sizes yet!
I need to get a grip. I'll be back when I calm down.
OK, so maybe this is their way of "expressing creativity." Give me a break!
This is starting to sound like Andy Rooney isn't it? And another thing....
Go to any major university book store. Go to the section where they sell sweatshirts and team spirit items. I will bet you there are at least four or five "uniforms" for your dog or cat....in different sizes yet!
I need to get a grip. I'll be back when I calm down.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Stuff Father Time Wants
Disclaimer
Don't worry. Father Time hasn't gone materialistic on you. This is, once again, one more ill-fated attempt at humor, using The Fly as my foil. In all honesty, I recommend you stop here and pursue something meaningful, like taking inventory of your toilet paper supply, or waxing the dog. You'll find it's time well spent.
The List
Here goes:
A wooden hand plane so I look good when I mutilate things in my workshop. Notice the actual picture instead of cheesy "links" that take you to parts of the Internet rarely seen by humans. Now check out The Fly's list.
I rest my case.
A 5 quart stainless steel saucier so I only have to wash one pan when I cook. Right now I use one to saute, another to make the sauce, and another to combine the ingredients, and finally a dish to serve it in. Four vs one? Makes sense to me.
That's It!
See how easy it is? When you have everything, you don't need much.
Now,compare my list with The Fly's list. It drones on endlessly with stuff from the UK, things that you need when you get into combat (with whom?), CD's by groups that have never had musical training, TV reruns, and books by guys that are dead.
Who knows? Maybe I'll invite The Fly to a debate on materialism. It'll be like shooting fish in a barrel.
Don't worry. Father Time hasn't gone materialistic on you. This is, once again, one more ill-fated attempt at humor, using The Fly as my foil. In all honesty, I recommend you stop here and pursue something meaningful, like taking inventory of your toilet paper supply, or waxing the dog. You'll find it's time well spent.
The List
Here goes:
A wooden hand plane so I look good when I mutilate things in my workshop. Notice the actual picture instead of cheesy "links" that take you to parts of the Internet rarely seen by humans. Now check out The Fly's list.
I rest my case.
A 5 quart stainless steel saucier so I only have to wash one pan when I cook. Right now I use one to saute, another to make the sauce, and another to combine the ingredients, and finally a dish to serve it in. Four vs one? Makes sense to me.
That's It!
See how easy it is? When you have everything, you don't need much.
Now,compare my list with The Fly's list. It drones on endlessly with stuff from the UK, things that you need when you get into combat (with whom?), CD's by groups that have never had musical training, TV reruns, and books by guys that are dead.
Who knows? Maybe I'll invite The Fly to a debate on materialism. It'll be like shooting fish in a barrel.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Nothing New Under The Sun?
Never Say Never
Back in the early 60's, I had a chance to work on some GM prototypes that had monster rear wings and front air dams, not unlike the ones shown here.
Historical perspective - GM was being pushed by the new generation of "safety-ites", who felt the big boats GM was building were unsafe due to "poor handling" (and that's the polite way to say it!)
So the R&D boys sent us some Electra 225 4-door sedans with wings and air damns, similar to these, except, to be perfectly honest, about half the size. We all had a good chuckle since GM's standard guidance to it's engineers was that any innovation had to be "commercially acceptable."
Without a doubt, our prototypes were sorry examples of anything anyone would buy. But we tested them anyway and sent back data showing improved handling at 80+ mph. At that time our little group conceded that none of us would ever see anything like those monstrosities again.
So "Never" Came To Be
When I saw these pictures I realized that the word "never" comes with time limits! Somebody, somewhere will always prove you wrong if you use "never" in a conversation.
And another one bites the dust!
Monday, May 21, 2007
And You Thought The Last Post Was Ugly!
OK, so I'm not Yul Brynner; even Popeye is better looking.
Mother Time is going through chemo right now so a couple of us decided to join the "no-hair" brigade. Good idea at the time. Bad idea in execution.
Hmmmm, speaking of executions - oh never mind!
Even Uglier News!
Father Time's 50th high school reunion in Michigan occurs on September 8, 2007, which begs the following questions:
Do you think enough hair will grow back that the airlines will let me board without running my fingerprints through an FBI database?
Do you think that the flight attendants will draw straws with the loser having to wait on me?
Will my former classmates call 911 when I show up at the reunion?
Will my relatives in Michigan disown me?
Hey! What would life be like without a few challenges?
The correct answer is "Pretty sweet!"
Friday, May 18, 2007
Father Time's Early Warning System
Why is this man NOT on somebody's wanted list?
This is a picture of The Fly.
Why this picture is not posted on some website that specializes in warning people of animal predators, nudist camp rejects, or offspring of famous hit men, is a complete mystery to me.
After viewing this picture on the blog Thus Saith The Fly, I am compelled to warn all my decent and non-dysfunctional friends (both of you) that this is beyond scary. It's scary at a level that even exceeds the spectre of world-wide terrorism.
What are the consequences of viewing this photograph even though your rationale mind tells you something this hideous cannot be real?
Take heed my friends and do not look at this picture for an excessive amount of time. In shock, I allowed my eyes to view it for more than 30 seconds. I am now completely color blind and have fuzzy vision, even without consuming a couple of glasses of Chardonnay or a pint of Guinness!
That's powerful.
Conclusion (Finally)
The world we know has changed. When one sees something like this and realizes it is looking at the future, one can only conclude that suicide is a viable option afterall!
This is a picture of The Fly.
Why this picture is not posted on some website that specializes in warning people of animal predators, nudist camp rejects, or offspring of famous hit men, is a complete mystery to me.
After viewing this picture on the blog Thus Saith The Fly, I am compelled to warn all my decent and non-dysfunctional friends (both of you) that this is beyond scary. It's scary at a level that even exceeds the spectre of world-wide terrorism.
What are the consequences of viewing this photograph even though your rationale mind tells you something this hideous cannot be real?
Take heed my friends and do not look at this picture for an excessive amount of time. In shock, I allowed my eyes to view it for more than 30 seconds. I am now completely color blind and have fuzzy vision, even without consuming a couple of glasses of Chardonnay or a pint of Guinness!
That's powerful.
Conclusion (Finally)
The world we know has changed. When one sees something like this and realizes it is looking at the future, one can only conclude that suicide is a viable option afterall!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Tribute To A Great Lady 1924 - 2007
Cleo Loreen Griffith - Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-grandmother.
She will best remembered for her love of people, especially her immediate family. Her husband Bill, who died in 1980, was the love of her life. However, when Cleo became a grandmother, her need to love found an outlet in her first grandchild. She became a grandmother three more times and spent as much time as she could with all of them. And, since she lived next door to all four, they always knew where to go for cookies, ice cream, or someone to bandage their little cuts and scrapes.
Cleo was warm, caring, and fun-loving. She loved to dance, listen to music, talk with friends for hours, laugh and plan pot-luck dinners. Her reputation for cooking earned her a reputation as the “Queen of Comfort Food.” She also loved to knit, crochet, and do needlepoint. Everyone who was close to her owns one of her famous Afghans. She had an eye for color, and could always be depended upon to produce bright colorful blankets that are considered heirlooms by her family.
However, Cleo was also infamous for her knitted slippers that she always gave her family at Christmas. Now, if they had been used to keep feet warm, that would be considered normal; but, when we all learned they were fantastic for sliding across large expanses of waxed wooden floors, a whole new sport evolved! Once everyone had their slippers on, the running, racing, and sliding would go on until someone crashed into something or broke something or, as was the norm, the slippers wore out!
Cleo was also her grandchildren’s favorite philanthrophy! Every school raffle, candy or cookie sale, or field trip could depend on Cleo’s generosity. When her grandchildren needed to sell anything, they knew Grandma was a complete softy, and would buy anything they had to sell. An addded plus was that it was cookies or cand, most likely they would get them back in a week or two as a present. In short, Cleo was the grandmother from heaven that every kid hopes for.
When two of her grandchildren moved with their family to Albany in 1986, Cleo followed shortly thereafter, declaring, “No stranger is going to baby-sit MY grandchildren!” Every Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, and birthday found Cleo sitting at her daughter's kitchen table, consuming potato chips and clam dip,(and on a rare occasion Bourbon and Seven) and offering advice on how to cook the best turkey gravy the world has ever known.
And finally, Cleo was best known by most of us for her sense of humor. Even in her final days, when she was declining rapidly, she loved to joke and kid with the staff who were her caregivers. Even though she was a mere shadow of her old self, she was still the great lady most of us remembered; a woman who filled so many lives with joy and laughter.
Cleo was one of a kind and will be sorely missed by all of us. Heaven is a better place today, if only for the improvement in its turkey gravy!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Ma' Truck
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Contact!
Found The Key, Turned The Ignition, and Started The Engine.
I think my engine is working again after a short period of burn-out. The grieving process takes longer in some of us.
Tomorrow I will go back to semi-regular posting.
Tomorrow I will release some pent-up issues that have been building for the past 30 days.
Expect some goofy cars, verbal assaults on The Fly, and the usual off-the-wall stories of life in the slow lane.
How's that for "pent-up?"
I think my engine is working again after a short period of burn-out. The grieving process takes longer in some of us.
Tomorrow I will go back to semi-regular posting.
Tomorrow I will release some pent-up issues that have been building for the past 30 days.
Expect some goofy cars, verbal assaults on The Fly, and the usual off-the-wall stories of life in the slow lane.
How's that for "pent-up?"
Sunday, April 22, 2007
The Plan
I recently received an e-mail asking me if this blog was dead. My usual smart a-- reply was, "Only if you think it is." Personally, I have not ordered an atopsy yet. Nor will I. It's just the grieving process is taking longer than I thought.
My mind is now bubbling, once again, with at least 52 new ideas. Coming soon to a blog near you!
Out.
My mind is now bubbling, once again, with at least 52 new ideas. Coming soon to a blog near you!
Out.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Time Is Of The Essence
FDA Warning - Don't Read This If You're Young!
An important part of a retiree's life is good use of time management skills. I, like many other retired people,(I'm sure), had the mistaken idea that I would be flooded with available time to meander around doing whatever I pleased. Boy was I ever wrong!
To date, I've completed about 12 items on a list that I prepared in 2003 when I retired. Unfortunately, I've added 66 new items that have a higher priority. If they all fell into one category, like reading, or making more furniture, or catching more trout, I would consider things under control. But such is not the case. Almost every item is distinct, unique, and unlike any of the other items. The good news is almost every "to do" item is something I would enjoy, and hence the joyful part of being retired.
Note to self. Maybe I'll try attaching long-range time frames to my list and see how old I'll be when everything has been completed. My game plan calls for moving on to my next stop - whether it's earth-bound, interplanetary, or ghostly, in about 20 years. That's the last item on the list - and it will never move.
Out.
An important part of a retiree's life is good use of time management skills. I, like many other retired people,(I'm sure), had the mistaken idea that I would be flooded with available time to meander around doing whatever I pleased. Boy was I ever wrong!
To date, I've completed about 12 items on a list that I prepared in 2003 when I retired. Unfortunately, I've added 66 new items that have a higher priority. If they all fell into one category, like reading, or making more furniture, or catching more trout, I would consider things under control. But such is not the case. Almost every item is distinct, unique, and unlike any of the other items. The good news is almost every "to do" item is something I would enjoy, and hence the joyful part of being retired.
Note to self. Maybe I'll try attaching long-range time frames to my list and see how old I'll be when everything has been completed. My game plan calls for moving on to my next stop - whether it's earth-bound, interplanetary, or ghostly, in about 20 years. That's the last item on the list - and it will never move.
Out.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Father Shall Return
A slowdown in the seemingly endless numbers of family issues is in sight - at least to the degree that I should have time to post some more nonsense from my dysfunctional mind. I don't know about you, but that is good news as far as I'm concerned.
(Re-reading what I just wrote, I couldn't help but notice all of the "casual talk", I.E. as far as I'm concerned and I don't know about you. Delete all of that conversational stuff and you simply have "Good News!")
Out
(Re-reading what I just wrote, I couldn't help but notice all of the "casual talk", I.E. as far as I'm concerned and I don't know about you. Delete all of that conversational stuff and you simply have "Good News!")
Out
Friday, March 16, 2007
Patient, Recovering Patient, Caregiver, Chauffer, Cook, Housekeeper, Appointment Maker, & Bill Payer
Notice something missing in the title? Like blogger?
In the words of that famous American military hero and war strategist, The Fly, "I shall return."
In the words of that famous American military hero and war strategist, The Fly, "I shall return."
Monday, March 05, 2007
This Is Not Supposed To Be A Weekly Blog
My apologies for the lack of posts, but right now my life is a full freaking oyster! An immediate family member in the final days of her visit on earth, an ailing spouse, and my previously noted "minor procedure" at a local hospital; am I a fun guy or what?
So, as is our custom here in the Pacific Northwest, when one wants to make amends, one offers food! (How about that segue?)
Enjoy!
So, as is our custom here in the Pacific Northwest, when one wants to make amends, one offers food! (How about that segue?)
Enjoy!
Monday, February 26, 2007
Return
After a couple of days in our local hospital (enjoying what is laughingly referred to as a "minor procedure"), I'm back and feeling great. During my stay I was pleasantly surprised to discover hospitals have finally figured out a few things about customer service.
First, everyone I dealt with was friendly and extremely courteous. Second, everyone wanted to know if I had any questions before they left. It's amazing how much more comfortable one is when one knows what the hell is going on with all the tubes, bags, buzzers, monitors, etc.
My third discovery was one of the best - a meal menu that would make any good restaurant envious! When I was hungry, I picked up the menu with its formidable list, and called room service. Within 10 minutes my meal was delivered by a smiling "waiter" who always checked to make sure it was prepared the way I requested. And finally, the food was GREAT! Unbelievable!
The only downside to the whole experience was a nurse who awakened me at 2:00 AM to find out if I was in pain. (When's the last time you slept soundly when you were in pain?) Some things never change but the good news is - I had to look for something to complain about. And that is really great news!
First, everyone I dealt with was friendly and extremely courteous. Second, everyone wanted to know if I had any questions before they left. It's amazing how much more comfortable one is when one knows what the hell is going on with all the tubes, bags, buzzers, monitors, etc.
My third discovery was one of the best - a meal menu that would make any good restaurant envious! When I was hungry, I picked up the menu with its formidable list, and called room service. Within 10 minutes my meal was delivered by a smiling "waiter" who always checked to make sure it was prepared the way I requested. And finally, the food was GREAT! Unbelievable!
The only downside to the whole experience was a nurse who awakened me at 2:00 AM to find out if I was in pain. (When's the last time you slept soundly when you were in pain?) Some things never change but the good news is - I had to look for something to complain about. And that is really great news!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Where Is Father Time Now?
Have you ever looked at the calendar and said, "What happened to the last two weeks?" I find this happening more and more. In fact, I just noticed the date of my last post - February 7, 2007. So in my situation, what is the answer?
Let's see; first on the list is my Hospice volunteer work. Two patients plus a member of my immediate family equals almost three hours per day. Day hikes around the area to stay in shape for warm weather backpacking season, about two hours/day. Taking care of my kid's dogs while they're in Hawaii, who knows? On average at least an hour/day. Since we have a Sheltie, the addition of a Pug and a long-haired Chihuahua creates the trifecta from hell.
Woodworking? Maybe two hours a week right now, but that time is about to explode exponentially! New wood and furniture repair projects are starting to occupy too much room in the shop, so the cure is simple. Get your butt out there and start making sawdust! Oh ya.
Finally, blogging. Maybe ten minutes/day to read and look for comments. Actually, considering the number of comments I receive, I can add ten minutes to my cramped schedule by skipping that activity completely.
What happened to reading, research, and writing? Zilch. But enough complaining. I don't have time.
Happy trails!
Let's see; first on the list is my Hospice volunteer work. Two patients plus a member of my immediate family equals almost three hours per day. Day hikes around the area to stay in shape for warm weather backpacking season, about two hours/day. Taking care of my kid's dogs while they're in Hawaii, who knows? On average at least an hour/day. Since we have a Sheltie, the addition of a Pug and a long-haired Chihuahua creates the trifecta from hell.
Woodworking? Maybe two hours a week right now, but that time is about to explode exponentially! New wood and furniture repair projects are starting to occupy too much room in the shop, so the cure is simple. Get your butt out there and start making sawdust! Oh ya.
Finally, blogging. Maybe ten minutes/day to read and look for comments. Actually, considering the number of comments I receive, I can add ten minutes to my cramped schedule by skipping that activity completely.
What happened to reading, research, and writing? Zilch. But enough complaining. I don't have time.
Happy trails!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Once Again The Fly Scoops Father Time
Why am I always the last to hear about cool new cars? Yes, The Fly ambushed me again with this picture of his new ride.
I am SO envious!
I am SO envious!
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Annual Picture Of P-38
Father Time's Place was officially one year old in November 2006. This means tradition now becomes an element requiring action on my part. I, therefore, have no choice but to recognize certain "features" (tongue-in-cheek) deserving of annual recognition at this hallowed site.
With that in mind, I'm again posting a picture of my all-time favorite aircraft, the Lockheed P-38 Lightning. If gasoline wasn't so expensive, this would definitely be my commuter vehicle of choice. Incidentally, this is not about bombs or machine guns or weapons of mass destruction. It's about a truly innovative and incredible piece of aeronautical engineering. And it's cool!
Long live tradition. (Yes that's a play on words, but what else do I have to do with my time?)
Coming attractions: a much requested repeat of the "NO TOMATOES" chili recipe and another chapter in the life of NASCAR Sister.
With that in mind, I'm again posting a picture of my all-time favorite aircraft, the Lockheed P-38 Lightning. If gasoline wasn't so expensive, this would definitely be my commuter vehicle of choice. Incidentally, this is not about bombs or machine guns or weapons of mass destruction. It's about a truly innovative and incredible piece of aeronautical engineering. And it's cool!
Long live tradition. (Yes that's a play on words, but what else do I have to do with my time?)
Coming attractions: a much requested repeat of the "NO TOMATOES" chili recipe and another chapter in the life of NASCAR Sister.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Pacificism Vs Reality - Part 1
Pacifism Vs Respect For Tradition
OK, I confess. I'm a pacifist at heart. Why? Because many years ago I concluded the need to fight was only a primitive survival tactic left over from our cave dwelling days, and was no longer something intelligent people needed to do in order to survive.
I expect someone out there will say, "Father Time are you suggesting that people who say their survival is dependent on their willingness to go to war are not very smart?"
"Kinda sounds that way doesn't it?" the old man saith. But, let me qualify my response by saying the question is an oversimplification of the real issue. Sane people do not sit idly by and let someone beat them down. Sane people will use whatever tactics are necessary, including fighting, to defend themselves from their attackers. And intelligent sane people use force as a last resort. Notice, I said last resort. I did not say the threat of force, but the actual use of force when all other avenues are closed. There's a BIG difference between making a threat and actually unleashing the dogs, and that is where we go awry.
But, you might ask, "What about those who have served and died in wars while protecting our country?" My answer is simple - I have nothing but respect for them. The courage and patriotism they demonstrated deserves the highest honor this nation can bestow upon one of its citizens. If I was Commander-in-Chief, the Medal of Honor would be presented to every veteran (or surviving next-of-kin) who ever served honorably in combat defending our nation.
Having said that, and knowing that I too served, albeit peacetime duty, why would I embrace the concept of pacifism? For one simple reason (and now we have come full circle); war is symbolic of our primitive instincts.
My reading and research indicate I have a degree of support for my theory. Some of the most learned scholars from both ancient and modern times embraced a philosophy of non-violence.
Note: Part Two will discuss some of people who are known for embracing the concept of non-violence. Part Three will survey some folks who believe war is as natural as breathing, and Part Four will conclude with What Is A Just War?, (Thanks Fly). This all depends, of course, in my not losing interest in the whole topic and going off on the evils of backpacking or something even more heinous.
OK, I confess. I'm a pacifist at heart. Why? Because many years ago I concluded the need to fight was only a primitive survival tactic left over from our cave dwelling days, and was no longer something intelligent people needed to do in order to survive.
I expect someone out there will say, "Father Time are you suggesting that people who say their survival is dependent on their willingness to go to war are not very smart?"
"Kinda sounds that way doesn't it?" the old man saith. But, let me qualify my response by saying the question is an oversimplification of the real issue. Sane people do not sit idly by and let someone beat them down. Sane people will use whatever tactics are necessary, including fighting, to defend themselves from their attackers. And intelligent sane people use force as a last resort. Notice, I said last resort. I did not say the threat of force, but the actual use of force when all other avenues are closed. There's a BIG difference between making a threat and actually unleashing the dogs, and that is where we go awry.
But, you might ask, "What about those who have served and died in wars while protecting our country?" My answer is simple - I have nothing but respect for them. The courage and patriotism they demonstrated deserves the highest honor this nation can bestow upon one of its citizens. If I was Commander-in-Chief, the Medal of Honor would be presented to every veteran (or surviving next-of-kin) who ever served honorably in combat defending our nation.
Having said that, and knowing that I too served, albeit peacetime duty, why would I embrace the concept of pacifism? For one simple reason (and now we have come full circle); war is symbolic of our primitive instincts.
My reading and research indicate I have a degree of support for my theory. Some of the most learned scholars from both ancient and modern times embraced a philosophy of non-violence.
Note: Part Two will discuss some of people who are known for embracing the concept of non-violence. Part Three will survey some folks who believe war is as natural as breathing, and Part Four will conclude with What Is A Just War?, (Thanks Fly). This all depends, of course, in my not losing interest in the whole topic and going off on the evils of backpacking or something even more heinous.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
The Yin and Yang of Wheels
Some of you may remember I worked for General Motors in my post-college days. Therefore, the wonderful world of cars will always command a place of honor at Father Time's Place.
Which naturally brings us to the subject of wheels. The trend these days is to feature bigger and bigger rims which supposedly reflect the owner's desire to compensate for his/her shortcomings. Thus, we see cars on the street like this Dodge Magnum, a model whose name alone reflects the owner's comfort with his/her masculinity. Ahem!
Therefore, once again, it's up to Father Time to be a trend setter, as seen in this great photo of a Chevy Impala with - tiny wheels! I ask you, if cars are an extension of one's ego, why not be honest about it!
And yes, there ARE wheels on this car. Just look closely. They are there. The good news? You can carry about 24 spares in the trunk. Believe me, you'll need all of them.
Which naturally brings us to the subject of wheels. The trend these days is to feature bigger and bigger rims which supposedly reflect the owner's desire to compensate for his/her shortcomings. Thus, we see cars on the street like this Dodge Magnum, a model whose name alone reflects the owner's comfort with his/her masculinity. Ahem!
Therefore, once again, it's up to Father Time to be a trend setter, as seen in this great photo of a Chevy Impala with - tiny wheels! I ask you, if cars are an extension of one's ego, why not be honest about it!
And yes, there ARE wheels on this car. Just look closely. They are there. The good news? You can carry about 24 spares in the trunk. Believe me, you'll need all of them.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Weapons Of Mass Operator Destruction
Father Time did a turn with the Army in the early 60's. Luckily, we were between Korea and Viet Nam, so my combat duty consisted mainly of getting up at 4:00AM on Monday with a raging headache from Sunday night's training exercises at the Blue Goose in Leesville, Louisiana. I knew serving my country would be tough but this was beyond the call of duty!
At any rate, one of our most "feared" weapons was a 106mm recoilless rifle mounted on the back of an ordinary jeep. Being an engineering student in civilian life, my curiosity was aroused when the term "recoilless" was used to discuss this fearsome, yet brilliant, product of our best military minds. (Remember, mind altering drugs were in vogue back in those days!)
This cool diagram shows the principle of 106mm "rifle." Note that a large portion of the gases produced by the explosive, exits the rear of the gun, offsetting a portion of the recoil that is normally present in any weapon that hurls a huge projectile out of its barrel. So, it has to have some recoil in order to eject the projectile - absorbed by the jeep, but best of all, it would fry anyone standing behind the weapon with hot exhaust. We tried using the exhaust gas to roast wieners, but for some reason, we just ended up with a burnt stick and no hot dog! Life was not looking out for our best interests!
With a straight face, our training sergeants told us that this Jeep/106mm combo was a feared "tank killer." Strategically, we would drive the Jeep into raging combat, aim the 106mm at a tank, fire, and take off before the tank could fire back. Right! Rumor had it that the crew of this unbelievable weapon had a combat life expectancy of about 45 seconds!
At this point Father Time's brilliant mind went to work and came up with this! Since it was a foregone conclusion the crew would die in a matter of minutes, what if we mounted the 106mm on a motor scooter? We could cut the number of casualties in half!
I submitted my idea to the Army Weapons Lab on February 6, 1961, and am still waiting for an answer. Patience is a virtue.
At any rate, one of our most "feared" weapons was a 106mm recoilless rifle mounted on the back of an ordinary jeep. Being an engineering student in civilian life, my curiosity was aroused when the term "recoilless" was used to discuss this fearsome, yet brilliant, product of our best military minds. (Remember, mind altering drugs were in vogue back in those days!)
This cool diagram shows the principle of 106mm "rifle." Note that a large portion of the gases produced by the explosive, exits the rear of the gun, offsetting a portion of the recoil that is normally present in any weapon that hurls a huge projectile out of its barrel. So, it has to have some recoil in order to eject the projectile - absorbed by the jeep, but best of all, it would fry anyone standing behind the weapon with hot exhaust. We tried using the exhaust gas to roast wieners, but for some reason, we just ended up with a burnt stick and no hot dog! Life was not looking out for our best interests!
With a straight face, our training sergeants told us that this Jeep/106mm combo was a feared "tank killer." Strategically, we would drive the Jeep into raging combat, aim the 106mm at a tank, fire, and take off before the tank could fire back. Right! Rumor had it that the crew of this unbelievable weapon had a combat life expectancy of about 45 seconds!
At this point Father Time's brilliant mind went to work and came up with this! Since it was a foregone conclusion the crew would die in a matter of minutes, what if we mounted the 106mm on a motor scooter? We could cut the number of casualties in half!
I submitted my idea to the Army Weapons Lab on February 6, 1961, and am still waiting for an answer. Patience is a virtue.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Father Time's Backyard
Yes friends, these guys were hanging out in my backyard this morning! The pathetic photography comes from trying to take a flash picture through a window. Unfortunately, this was my only option since anything else would have scared them off.
My sheltie Joey confided to me that these were the biggest sheep he had ever seen!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Some Thoughts About War & Politics
My endless debate with The Fly over the insanity of war has led me to research the views of contemporary as well as historical minds. My primary focus is the rationale they use to support their views for or against war.
Now granted, the late Libertarian Harry Browne is not usually considered one of the great minds of our time; however what he said resonates with my current feelings: (And after all, isn't that what research really is - trying to find someone who agrees with you?) Browne had strong views on the impact of politicians in leading their nation to declare war on another country.
He said, "Whenever (a nation) goes to war somewhere, the politicians tell their constituents that diplomacy was tried and failed — and that war was the very, very, very last resort.
But the truth is that the politicians didn't try much at all to avoid war. And the diplomacy was bound to fail, because it involved politicians making insensitive demands on another country — demands they had no authority to make, demands that were known in advance to be unacceptable to the other nation.
In the few cases when America has been attacked, it's been because our politicians were trying to dictate to other countries. Typically they were countries that represented no threat to us at all. Those countries who did attack us were either trying to gain an advantage against the stronger U.S. when our government had made war seem inevitable (as at Pearl Harbor), or because attacking seemed the only way to strike back at a country that was throwing its weight around in other people's business (as in 9/11).
I grant you, Harry was a bit extreme, but not far away from the reality of Washington. I still fight the idea we are in Iraq because of oil. But I don't fight the idea that the "official" reasons have never been (nor will they ever be) revealed. Whatever the reasons, real or imagined by a paranoid Father Time, our being there today is just plain wrong - a totally needless waste of American money and troops. Resources we can ill afford to squander and desperately needed by our own people. Resources squandered by an administration that refuses to listen to its own citizens. Resources squandered by an arrogant administration that feels it knows more than the electorate.
Thus endeth the rant! My apologies to those have followed Father Time's Place for the past year, and came here looking for comic relief. I shall return!
Next up, some thoughts from ancient philosophers who felt war was inevitable. It will be tough for me to digest, but in my 67 years, I've digested a lot. Especially the past six years!
Now granted, the late Libertarian Harry Browne is not usually considered one of the great minds of our time; however what he said resonates with my current feelings: (And after all, isn't that what research really is - trying to find someone who agrees with you?) Browne had strong views on the impact of politicians in leading their nation to declare war on another country.
He said, "Whenever (a nation) goes to war somewhere, the politicians tell their constituents that diplomacy was tried and failed — and that war was the very, very, very last resort.
But the truth is that the politicians didn't try much at all to avoid war. And the diplomacy was bound to fail, because it involved politicians making insensitive demands on another country — demands they had no authority to make, demands that were known in advance to be unacceptable to the other nation.
In the few cases when America has been attacked, it's been because our politicians were trying to dictate to other countries. Typically they were countries that represented no threat to us at all. Those countries who did attack us were either trying to gain an advantage against the stronger U.S. when our government had made war seem inevitable (as at Pearl Harbor), or because attacking seemed the only way to strike back at a country that was throwing its weight around in other people's business (as in 9/11).
I grant you, Harry was a bit extreme, but not far away from the reality of Washington. I still fight the idea we are in Iraq because of oil. But I don't fight the idea that the "official" reasons have never been (nor will they ever be) revealed. Whatever the reasons, real or imagined by a paranoid Father Time, our being there today is just plain wrong - a totally needless waste of American money and troops. Resources we can ill afford to squander and desperately needed by our own people. Resources squandered by an administration that refuses to listen to its own citizens. Resources squandered by an arrogant administration that feels it knows more than the electorate.
Thus endeth the rant! My apologies to those have followed Father Time's Place for the past year, and came here looking for comic relief. I shall return!
Next up, some thoughts from ancient philosophers who felt war was inevitable. It will be tough for me to digest, but in my 67 years, I've digested a lot. Especially the past six years!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Father Time Shops For An Airplane
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