Tuesday, August 31, 2010

To Mold a New Reality

OK, long time for a response to Dave's classic rock post. Rock has been used to express rebellion against authority since the style was invented ("Yackedy Yack. Don't talk back!").

I'm interested in those songs/albums that protested totalitarian government-not the vapid songs like "Signs" sung by Five Man Electrical Band while they performed from a stage surrounded by security guards and signs that said "authorized personnel only."

For example,

Rush (2112, Permanent Waves, Moving Pictures);
Pink Floyd's The Wall;
Paul Kantner - Blows Against The Empire;
Rage Against the Machine
Sid Vicious
Black Flag,
Anti Flag,
Bad Religion,
Dead Kennedys,
Oi Polloi
Styx' Mr Roboto.

Rush, for example, puts the source of change and hope in the government:
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
to mold a new reality
Closer to the Heart
Closer to the Heart
The irony is that these groups tend to be pro statist and in favor of socialism. 


Rush's lyrics could be (and sing this to the tune of "Closer to the Heart")


"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."


"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"



"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

Dave, your question was about "Classic Rock" and what makes it "Classic." I think the word "Classic" means "I'm more than 35 years old and this is the stuff that was popular when I was in high school. Now I can't get a real job, so I DJ at the radio station and this is my collection." 

"Wrong, Do it again!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"

Monday, August 30, 2010

Church, State, Separation, Progressives

OK, Progressives ( all of whom are fascists, social Liberals and loose constructionists) and, in the end what this means is that these groups all believe that statism or strong state government should take care of all an individual's needs and problems, even your great O cannot prevent his appointees from showing their true colors.

Education secretary urged his employees to attend Sharpton's rally | Washington Examiner
President Obama's top education official urged government employees to attend a rally that the Rev. Al Sharpton organized to counter a larger conservative event on the Mall.

"ED staff are invited to join Secretary Arne Duncan, the Reverend Al Sharpton, and other leaders on Saturday, Aug. 28, for the 'Reclaim the Dream' rally and march," began an internal e-mail sent to more than 4,000 employees of the Department of Education on Wednesday.


So, did you hear about this on the regular news media? If the Sec. of Ed. had told those 4000 people to go to Glenn Beck's "Restoring Honor" Rally on the same day (which was announced a year before Al Sharpton's rally), do you think the news media you usually watch would let it go?

It is an unfortunate truth that facts will not persuade a liberal (in the modern American sense).

But I hope that you can be persuaded by facts.

I dont know what offends me more, the assumption that the Sec of Ed has the authority to demand all Dept. of Ed. members to follow his lead, or the notion that his policial position was his in stead of belonging to the citizens of the U.S.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Recollecting our Trip Part 1 with errors

The van all loaded for the trip.
Mary did all the planning for our trip to the North Shore of MN this year. We took off on the 5th of August for Grand Rapids, MN. The goal was to get a mom-and-pop motel (not too expensive, and willing to let 2 adults and 10 kids in as few rooms as possible).

Grand Rapids, MN is the home city of Judy Garland. There are lots of other special attractions, but Mary wanted us to get to a big musem. The Minnesota Discovery Museum: alas, it was not there, it was in Chisolm. There was another museum in GR with a similar name The Children's Discovery Museum next to the Judy Garland house. We didn't go there. Instead we went to a motel.

"OK eat, tell a bully, bully.
Hold your hanky, bully, bully."

The motel was managed by a man with a Pakistani or Indian accent with heavily trilled "r"s, who was kind of hard to understand. While Mary was negotiating with him he winked and said, "Aře you a membeř of AAŘP? I can give you the AAŘP discount. How aře you feeling--gřandpa?"


I cought the hint.


We went to a Mexican restaurant. The food was so so to poor for the rest of the family. I really liked my Chipotle Shrimp. (A Shakira CD was playing as background music)

Me leading Mary and the Kids
On the Lake Superior Shore.
Back to the motel. Girls watched "Wizards of Waverly Place", the boys watched "Destination Truth." I guess we could have done something educational, like the Blandin Paper Mill Tour, or the Forest History Center. But they didn't sound very exciting-esides, Selena Gomez' special guest star on "Wizards" was Shakira--the best possible role model for young girls to ever appear on Disney channel--well, mayby second after Raquel Welch. As far as I know Adrienne Barbeau and Caroline Munro haven't been on Disney Channel yet.

Friday the 6th we went to Duluth. The construction is bad there. We tried to get to the Thompson overlook, ended up on the Alpine Coaster road where we were welcomed. We weren't from Fondulac so we left for the lift bridge.


We started at the Rose Gardens in Duluth, looking for a nice place to make a picnic lunch. No joy. Too far to walk and carry stuff. Nice park otherwise.

We spent the better part of a day down at the Marritime Museum and the lakefront and pier.

After the museum we walked the pier to the lighthouse, drove across the lift bridge and decided we needed to find a place to camp.





I had taken quite a few photos with my camera, but the memory card died on me. I scrounged together what I could get with Mary, Louisa, and Elsie's cameras. So if anyone out there would let me use an eprom reader for the sd card, I'd be very grateful.


We made our way toward Two Harbors searching for an open campsite. None were to be had. We kept leapfrogging a silver family van from one site to the next, racing for the last open site. We got to Two Harbors and decided to go inland to the Cloquet State Forest campground named Indian Lake Campground. It's by Brimson, but don't expect to see any town when you get to Brimson. It's more of like a bend in the road with an abandoned house. It probably was something at one time, just like Roland.

The camping area was great, spacious and fairly private, even with so many in the campground on a Friday night. The drinking water from the hand pump was some of the best drinking water we've ever tasted.

I woke up early on Sat. morning, as one often does when one is out camping. I sat in one of our chairs by the fire pit and started some coffee brewing on a sterno.  While I was sitting there a fox came into the tenting area eating up all the animal crackers the kids had dropped the night before. The animal was 2 feet away from me and hadn't noticed me yet.

I cleared my throat and he just looked at me in a kind-of disinterested way, like, "Oh, a human. Again. Where's another one of those crackers?"

He went of to visit the lady in the next tent site and hunt mice. He wasn't mangy, he was nice and clean with a good coat and bright eyes.

We decided to get down to Gooseberry Falls. So we packed up. We went down to the lower part of the park and parked near the lakeshore.

Now, all this time, from the AARP discount to the shore of Lake Superior, I am still wearing the air cast for my left ankle. And I am still using a cane.

So Mary suggests we go to the other side of the rock wall to the cobble beach at the mouth of the river.

Then she suggests we walk a way on the path along the river.




And then we set the kids at liberty at the lower falls.


I think they enjoyed it.


This one above is where Louisa got a leech between her toes. I think everyone at GB Falls knew something was going on.






There were all kinds of scary and dangerous cliffs, handrails without nets, sheer drops. But we made it to the top safely to see the following sign.


Those who know the falls know that this is on the North side of the river and what that path is like.  The kids were great. And I did it all on an aircast, sprained ankle, and a cane.

As we got to the interpretative center we saw this sign on the door. It was meant for Louisa.

We got back to the campground. We hadn't brought along the geocache papers for GBF State Park, though we saw quite a few geocachers there.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Pajamas Media » NOAA: Warmest June Ever! Caveat: We Made It Up (Corrected)

A must read article on the recent Global Warming....eh, um, oops, "Climate Change" claim that this past June was the warmest ever. It wasn't.

NOAA gets its data from Goddard Institute for Space Studies. The GISS only measures physical temps here on earth, and they have no thermometers in the Arctic.

So where'd they get their "warmest ever" Arctic temps?

follow the link, thanks PJ media.

Pajamas Media » NOAA: Warmest June Ever! Caveat: We Made It Up (Corrected)

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Northern Lights tonight

By the way, because of that huge solar flair on Sunday morning, we may have a spectacular show of Northern lights this evening. Keep your eyes on the skies through the night. Check the space weather at the bottom of this blog.

Monday, Monday

Sunday morning the radio was winking out on the AM, even the FM seemed a bit funny. Found out later that there was a huge, as in HUGE solar flair going on Sunday morning. So, Monday,

I got all the burning stuff ready, the brush hay and stuff. The fire wouldn't start right away so I got lighter fluid. Then it took off.

"meeew!, meew! meew!"

Drat! One of the cats had put her kittens under the pile.

So, singed hair and beard, pulled off branches and got the 4 kittens out.

2 of them had singed hair, the other 2 were just warm.

I put them next to their mother, but they kept walking toward the burn pile.

They are cute. Stupid, but cute.


Several hours later, working in the garage I noticed fresh cat poop.

A lot of it.

Grr, stupid cats.

Cats are only grateful at the time you pet them.

Jeremy, Matt, and Louisa got home sometime around or after midnight. I don't know. I was asleep. I'm glad they're back.