Goodbye Old Friend

I guess this is it for my beloved 1995 Nissan Pickup.  It failed the Virginia safety inspection because the frame is rotting out, and there is no way to fix it.  Bastards!  I could have gotten another year out of it driving on a frame with rust holes in it,  because safety.

This truck is the first new vehicle I’ve ever had. It’s been back and forth between Michigan and Virginia countless times; it’s been to the beach even more often than that (see pic below from Google Earth of our place at the beach.  Yep, there she is sitting in the parking lot).  It’s hauled dozens of couches and chairs to and from various places… misty watercolor memories…  The truck has served me well for these twenty years.  And the 15 payment-free years have been kinda nice too!

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Darlene Love: “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)” 2014 – David Letterman

darleneThis is Darlene Love’s final performance of “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”  on Letterman’s show, something she has done every year since 1986.  And she really hits it out of the park – Love this!

Happy Yule!

Tsolsticeoday is the winter solstice here in Freedom’s Land.  On the east cost, where I am, that occurs at 6:03 this evening a little while after the Lions beat the Bears. [UPDATE: 20-14 Lions!]

That means that today is the shortest day of the year and technically the days should be getting longer starting tomorrow.  Yay!  But don’t pull out that seed catalog quite yet, it’s still going to look pretty wintery for a while yet.

Winter Solstice occurs when the sun’s daily maximum height in the sky is at its lowest, and the North Pole is tilted furthest away from the sun. This results in the least number of daylight hours and the longest night of the year.

The length of a solar day varies because the axis of the Earth’s rotation is tilted – 23.5 degrees from vertical – and because its speed fluctuates as it orbits the sun, accelerating when it is closer to the star’s gravitational pull and decelerating when further away.

It takes a while for the clock and the solar days to align: evenings draw in towards their earliest sunset a couple of weeks before the shortest day, and mornings continue to get darker until a couple of weeks after.

Back in the day, Winter Solstice was called “Yule” and northern Europeans used to burn a huge Yule log to keep away the night (the original fire pit), and to celebrate the coming longer days by eating while the log was burning.  That’s why Yule logs are huge – so they would burn as long as 12 days (12 days of Christmas), in order that the celebratory eating would last as long as possible.  The wisdom of the ancients runs deep.

New vivid, vibrant, polychromatic Beach House!

So, we finally painted the bedrooms and bathrooms at the beach house.  I guess it was time since it hadn’t been repainted…ever.  Boring white walls have been replaced with less boring walls.  They were kind of shocking at first, but now I’m used to it.  Click on a pic to embiggen, then click on the picture to move to the next one.

The Night the Detroit Lions Won the Super Bowl

A great song from Robert Crenshaw’s new album “Friends, Family and Neighbors.”  Give it a listen!

Julian’s First Soccer Game

With one practice under their belts, Team Green had their first game the very next day. And even thought the temperature was over 100 degrees, they won easily, scoring many more goals that Team Blue.  The first score of the game came about 25 seconds after the game started.  Julian took the ball, and just went up the field and scored.  After the game, the team celebrated with the traditional water and orange slices.

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The Things I Learn Driving Home From the Beach

hey-diddle-diddle[Originally posted 9/3/2013 but destroyed by my webhost]

So I’m driving to work this morning from Rehoboth Beach and my radio is telling me things.  Did you know that the nursery rhyme “Hey diddle diddle…” refers to the spring constellations?  Of course you did!  But I didn’t.  Turns out that this, which I always thought was just nonsense:

Hey, diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such sport.
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

is a specific reference to the stars overhead in April and May, and is supposed to indicate planting time in the spring, or something.  The cow is a reference to the constellation Taurus, and the New Moon of May is said to be in the sign of Taurus. So the cow jumps over the Moon. The Cat is a reference to Leo the Lion, which is chasing the little dog, Canis Minor (the “smaller dog” constellation), to the west and over the horizon. The fiddle is a reference to the lyre, or stringed instrument, which is overhead as the constellation Lyra, containing the bright star Vega. The dish and the spoon are the Milky Way and the Big Dipper. In May, Cygnus just starts to rise up in the northeast. Cygnus appears as though flying along the Milky Way, which is as flat around the horizon as it can get this month, like a plate, or a dish, and it seems to have “run away” from view. And while this is occurring, the Big Dipper, is straight up overhead: The dish runs away with the spoon!

Aside from this, my entire knowledge of the constellations I learned from The Simpsons.

brotherfromthesameplanet7Pepe: “Tell me more!  I want to know all the constellations.”

Homer:  “Well, there’s Jerry the Cowboy, and that big dipper looking thing?  Alan . . . the Cowboy.”

Labor Day Beach Report

P1010542Brenda, Amanda, and I, along with four dogs spent the long Labor Day weekend at the beach.  It was glorious!  Saturday started out a little cloudy as you can see in the picture on the left.  That’s Amanda on her bike, ready to ride to the beach.  In about an hour the clouds disappeared.  The water temperature was perfect.  I spent more time in the water floating like a manatee in 2 days than I have during all the summer visits this year combined.  Last night, Brenda and I went into Rehoboth and had P1010315dinner at Claws.  It was great of course, plus I had a leftover fish breakfast this morning.  Bonus!

The only downside is that Labor Day traditionally marks the end of summer. Absolutely unbelievable how fast the summer went this year.  Once again, I feel as though I’ve wasted the summer.

Marshall Crenshaw wrote an angry song back in the early 1970’s, called “Summer’s Over.”  Some lyrics:

“I put my foot through my TV screen when I got up today…I’m mad, cause summer’s over.”

That song runs through my mind every Labor Day.

Happy Labor Day!

laborday[Originally published 9/2/2013, but lost when my stupid web host accidentally cancelled my account.]

The important thing to remember about Labor Day is that the word “labor” here does not mean “work,” it means organized labor, i.e.,  unions.  Labor Day was…well, let Professor Krugman give us a little history lesson:

It wasn’t always about the hot dogs. Originally, believe it or not, Labor Day actually had something to do with showing respect for labor.

Here’s how it happened: In 1894 Pullman workers, facing wage cuts in the wake of a financial crisis, went on strike — and Grover Cleveland deployed 12,000 soldiers to break the union. He succeeded, but using armed force to protect the interests of property was so blatant that even the Gilded Age was shocked. So Congress, in a lame attempt at appeasement, unanimously passed legislation symbolically honoring the nation’s workers.

It’s all hard to imagine now. Not the bit about financial crisis and wage cuts — that’s going on all around us. Not the bit about the state serving the interests of the wealthy — look at who got bailed out, and who didn’t, after our latter-day version of the Panic of 1893. No, what’s unimaginable now is that Congress would unanimously offer even an empty gesture of support for workers’ dignity. For the fact is that many of today’s politicians can’t even bring themselves to fake respect for ordinary working Americans….

(emphasis added).  I know that these days it’s not kewel  to speak well of unions.  And a lot of that of that is labor’s fault – some of them have become bureaucratic, some were taken laborday2over by organized crime for their juicy pension funds, but mostly they did not understand the relentless propaganda that the 1% would employ against them and they failed to rebut it.  They assumed, incorrectly it turns out, that reasonable people would ignore the nonsense, such as “right to work” for peanuts laws.  People forgot that their income is my spending, and my income is their spending.  If I (or a bunch of us) stop spending because I’m laid off, or I lose my house, or I’m sequestered, then your income goes down too.  You’re better off when we’re all better off.  Even crusty old arch-conservative Henry Ford understood this.  When confronted by his fellow top-hat-wearing one-percenters over the $5 a day he paid for his factory workers, he supposedly said:  “I got to pay them $5 a day.  If I don’t, they can’t afford to buy a Ford.”

Back in the 1950′s and 1960′s about 35% of American workers were unionized.  It was not so coincidentally, the peak years of the American middle class. Union membership fell off in the 1980′s and the middle class has been dwindling along with it. The data is clear in these two charts to ruin Labor Day.  Wages as a percentage of GDP (the overall economy) are at an all time low.  Blame it on de-unionization, tax policy, or to a lack of investment in education, but for whatever reason, gains in productivity have not translated into higher wages.

Here’s some Labor Day music from Irish commie union thugs the Dropkick Murphys.  Happy Labor Day!