You guys/gals know how when you are browsing your reader, WP in its infinite wisdom loves to toss in these little random posts by random dingbats? And then you, for whatever stupid reason, click on one of those? And then your mind is blown?!
…and not in a good way?
That just happened to me. I thought the Cowboy guy, his post was absurd. A lot of railing against invisible atheists that exist in his mind, a lot of religious posturing, a proud YEC donchaknow? Projection the likes I have never seen! Just off the charts! My gosh, it was as if every hyberbolic religious chestnut that ever existed was crossbred with Ken Ham and a nuclear reactor.
Then I started reading the comments. The comments were mental, these religion nerds, all apparently experts in their bullshit field, are giving each other crap…
…and then all of a sudden, you don’t know whether to laugh or cry? Or just set your hair on fire and run for the hills?
Yep, that just happened. I did not comment, I quietly backed away and ran back to the quiet little space on the net that is all mine, and I can hide here if I want to.
Now, if any of y’all feel frisky enough to take on the kind of crazy I just saw, do let me know. I’d love to see how it turns out.
Click at your own risk, or at least leave a trail of bread crumbs to follow home:
I rode to a gig with my friend/bass player a few days ago. Over the last couple of days I could feel the grunge coming on. It started off slow like the grunge usually will. A little tightness in the chest. A tickle in the throat that progresses to a mildly irritated throat. A slight cough.
Yep the grunge is coming. Usually this time of year I run into something similar at least once, maybe twice. But after a few days I generally get through it. I always have a bit of bourbon on hand, tis the best cough suppressant I’ve ever used. I figured to ride it out as I usually will.
Then this morn I had a fever. Not too bad, 100.2. And the pain. I’m always dealing with pain. When the grunge comes on the pain enhances to def con 3. Miserable pain to go with a fever. Not fun. I feared this might get worse.
I called the family Dr, I cant get in till Thurs at 11. Dammit! Popular place I suppose?
Then my buddy texts and tells me he has covid. Well Shit! Logical conclusion, as I was riding in his truck for 3.5 hours, is I have a good chance of having it too. But I wasn’t sure yet. When my wife got home I told her about it, and by luck she has a few covid tests squirreled away. I went through the swabbing, and the 15 minute wait, to see 2 blue lines instead of one.* Some luck!
So I called the pharmacy, last I heard as soon as you know you have it there is something to take to lessen the effect of the virus. But I’m told to treat the symptoms. Go to the E room if it gets bad, limit exposure, and basically ride it out. Oh, and no need to inform the health dept.
Ummm ok? I guess. FWIW, I am fully vaccinated.
My friend tells me that where he works perhaps 50% of the guys there called out of work today. He figures he contracted it at work. I figure I contracted it from him.
So it goes. Life is a roller coaster, hang on for the ride.
Y’all stay away from the covid monster. It ain’t no fun.
* She told me I was pregnant 😉 ha ha… That’s fine, I’m a smart ass too!
Yeah, it’s a thing. I’ve known for years that many scented items tend to cause undesirable reactions in me. Itchy, watering eyes, sneezing, my airways restrict, breathing becomes an adventure, my lungs start producing mucus, which I’m constantly trying to cough up. It can be subtle, or it can come on like a freight train.
Case in point, I went to my pain Dr. last week. At first, all was well, I did the mandatory paperwork, even though NOTHING whatsoever has changed. Gee, thanks. But as I’m waiting in the lobby, my eyes start watering, and I’m sneezing a little. As I have drawn the attention of the receptionist, I comment that something has triggerd my athsma. By now I know what’s going on, and I’m looking around for the source of my irritation, and I spot one of those damnable plug in doo dads that stink up a room under the guise of “scent.” I have an “aha” moment and I figure if it doesn’t get any worse, I can probably live with it.
Well, I get called back for the general routine of getting weighed, a blood pressure check, and a what medicines I’m taking rehash. So far all is well.
Then I get taken down the hall to a room to wait for the Dr. I passed through a wall of stench that set me off big time. I proclaimed “are y’all trying to kill me!?” This end of the office stinks to high heaven from what I do not know, but it caused the worst reaction I have ever had to fragrance. My nose is running, eyes watering, my throat drew up like a sphincter looking over a 10,000 foot precipice. I’m alone in the room, no fucking tissues. Dammit. I grab the trash can and use it to spit up the crud coming up from my lungs. Every single breath I can actually taste the damnable stench in the air. Every breath I take I can feel my condition worsening. I’m coughing now. Wheezing. Still can taste the stench. Jebus I’m miserable. One of the ladies there came in and informed me the offending candle had been extinguished. A candle? A god damn stench machine of destruction!
The doc comes in finally, and he is fully aware of my condition, everyone nearby can probably hear my cough, my sniffling, my misery, and I can tell by the look in his eye, somebody was getting chewed out later. I apologized to him, and he apologized to me. He got me out ASAP, I got outside and I just stood there for a few minutes savoring clean fresh air. It took me a couple of hours for the reaction to settle down, but as long as 5 hours later, both of my lungs still felt like they had been punched by Mike Tyson. Never, have I ever, been so bruatlly attacked by a scent.
I suppose that stupid plug in doo dad may have been innocent. But I do not doubt that is was small part of the conspiracy to kill me. 😉
So, I recently decided to look this issue up on the net. I found that as many as 1 in 3 people have fragrance sensitivities! Wow. I am not alone. It can even be classified as a disability, from what I’ve read.
My wife also has a touch of it, nowhere near as bad as me. We are always looking for unscented, in the items we use. Be it lotions, detergent, fabric softener, etc. But it isn’t easy. Some of the things that claim “unscented,” are actually far from it. So many things we use on a daily basis are infused with some sort of chemically derived stink, I suppose to attract ants or bees, or something? I don’t get it. What I do get is an uncomfortable, all the way to absolutely miserable, reaction to this shit.
I even occaisionally have issues walking down a grocery aisle. The person who had dumped an entire bottle of personal stench upon themsleves long gone, I’m doing my best to escape the unseen cloud particles of doom, that is attacking me. How much of that crap does a person need? I don’t know how it doesn’t kill them, as much discomfort as it causes me.
Be mindful of your stink ya’ll. I mean, shower up, please. But some of us do not react well to the store bought stink you put on later. Ok?
I’ve been follwing a guy, an actual priest who converted to atheism, for quite a while. He writes good stuff, and has a perspective we don’t see often, coming form what was the other side. Bright guy. Love what he says. And I just thought maybe you might be interested in his postings.
Frank and I just had a brief discussion, he visited my humble blog thingy, and commented in his comments, that his readers might like my content. I told him I follow several good blogs, way better bloggers than me, maybe he’d check them out.
Maybe, when you get time of course, you could give Frank a visit. I wouldn’t send you somewhere I wouldn’t go, but that could still be iffy! But not in this case. 😉
Was scrolling through my reader just now, and Science Daily is one of my reader mainstays. I saw this morning, an article about some very old, earliest known points in the states. They found these points, which date up to 16,000 years ago, at a site in Idaho, known as Coopers Ferry.
These points, if the timeline holds true, outdate the Clovis, which has until now, been widely accepted as the earliest point type in the U.S.
Well, color me interested. I am a walking encyclopedia on stone artifacts in the region where I live. I have been been a rock hunter ever since my first dive find umpteen years ago. Once you find one, it’s like Lay’s potato chips, you got to have more! I have found many in my diving days, and I still walk creeks and rivers hoping to find them. My wife is addicted too. She found her first whole point last year in a creek nearby, and oh my that woman will see the weather and say “hey honey it looks like we could go to the river.” Be still my heart. What a gal.
Anyway, the article I saw had no actual pics of the Coopers Ferry artifacts, so I did a Google search and found this.
Now I mentioned I’m a walking encyclopedia on stone artifacts in my region, and when I saw those I immediately says to myself, “those look a lot like an Adena.” The Adena is a common type here, they date back to around 4,000 years ago. I have come across many, many, Adenas, from whole points to barely identifiable pieces of points.
The Adena culture comes from an era known as the Woodland period. The Adena culture most likey evolved from an earlier point type, the Benton, named after the county I live in. The Benton evolved over time from an earlier type, and so on and so forth. So… it surprises me to see this point type, which is claimed to be 16,000 years old looks a lot like a type here in Tn. from 4,000 years ago.
These are Adena Points I cribbed from the net:
The Adena has a very wide range, and also has many sub types, all evolved from the early design. The range for Adena runs from Wisconsin and Michigan, south along the Missippi River, all the way along the southern Gulf states, and east to roughly the eastern Tn. River boundary. The Adena, and its variants can be found just about anywhere in this massive region. I’ve seen a lot of Adenas. I have found 2 that were 6″ long and perfect. A friend of mine found one 7″ long and also perfect. Probably thousands of Adenas found by divers here over the last 30-40 years. A common artifact. For us.
A sub Adena, known as a “Turkey Tail,” also has the general look of the Coopers Ferry points:
So, what’s my point? Well, mostly just that the Coopers Ferry points, at first glance, sure do look a LOT like the Adena, or it’s sub types. But, I’d have to get an up close, personal inspection to see how these Coopers Ferry points were made. There are more than a few flint knapping techniques, and the techniques generally changed with the times, as did the point types. You see more pressure flaking, generally, on earlier point types, (Paleo through Archaic time periods,) and mostly random percussion flaking on Woodland point types.
If you go back to the first image, the B, I, J, and K, illustrations, do show what appears to be pressure flaking. Look at the darker flake lines, then look inside those darker lines. You will see slight curved ripples inside the flake lines. This is indicative of pressure flaking. However the photos F, G, and H, there’s just not enough detail there to see any indication of pressure flaking. So, without holding one in my hand, so I can put eyeballs on the rock, I just can’t tell.
The one thing I can see though, is points G, and H, and to some degree C, and F, in that first pic, do have very fine serrations on the blade edges. Which it should be pointed out, is not common with the Adena.
So, in the end all I can do is point out the very close similarity of the Coopers Ferry points to the Adena and Adena sub type artifacts. Which is interesting, for a rock nerd, given the vast timeline discrepancy. Does that mean anything? No, not really. Designs that work…work. Things that go out of style come back eventually. And I’m no conspiracy theorist looking to make a case for something that may or may not be there.
EDIT: It would help if I’d noticed the first graphic is a comparison of the Coopers Ferry points to a Japanese point from the same timeline. While that too is interesting, it does not detract too much from what I’ve said, excpet for the fact that my dumb ass missed it! 😉 The Coopers Ferry points are A, C, F, G and H. The others are Japanese origin. And, it is the Japanese points that bear the hallmarks of pressure flaking.
Nuther Edit: This is the Science Daily link, for anyone who wants more info. ie. Steve 🙂
Holy crap it’s cold. 4 degrees below zero this morning, it has warmed up to a whopping 5 degrees as of right now. With the wind blowing out there from 15-25 mph, that makes for some damn cold.
A few hours ago I was practicing in the music room, and the power went out. “This ain’t good!” I called the power company, TVA who supplies the power to the local money grubbers, I mean power companies, in their infinite wisdom, instated mandatory rolling blackouts.
WTF? I have lived here for a long time, never ever heard of mandatory rolling blackouts. But then again, my heat pump, which by the way, doesn’t work that well in this kind of cold, has been running constantly for probably 24 hours, right until the power went out. I imagine EVERBODY is using massive amounts of power right now. So, I guess I understand the blackout thing.
Fortunately we do have a fireplace, there is a fire crackling behind me. One of my boys had got some wood up, just in case. And just in case happened. Soon as the power went down, we brought in wood and got a fire going. I turned the heat down to 60 degrees and it comes on and runs a bit then shuts off. The fireplace does not heat the house well, most of the heat goes up the flue, but it does radiate some heat. So it’s cozy close to the fire, chilly elsewhere in the house.
Yesterday, the wife said, “honey do you think we should stock up on some water?” (Which is something we do when bad storms, whether thunder or snow, are predicted. Having a well means if the power goes, so does the water.) I figured it’s a cold snap, we’ll be fine. Well, when the power went out, I had to concede she was right. So I have several gallons of water on standby now.
I am wearing long johns, 2 shirts and 2 pairs of socks right now. As I type this my fingers are cold. Even with a fire it’s just that cold outside.
But none of this is new to me. I grew up in a more northern clime than Tn. I grew up in Ill. and Iowa. Snow and cold were just another day of the week. On my Uncle/grandmothers farm, where I lived for a while, and visited often, there was a gas stove in the living room and that was it. It was set fairly low and what heat it put out was for the entire house. I wore long johns, 2 shirts, and 2 pair of socks then too. It was a matter of day to day living. When you went to bed at night, and you could see your breath in the room before you dove under the blankets, you just dressed for it and that was that.
I have experienced much cold in my days. Worst I was ever in, I was driving a big rig through Wyoming en route to Seattle. It was 60 below. The fuel I had been putting in the truck was pre-treated with fuel treatment, to keep the diesel from gelling up. There were dead trucks all over both sides of the interstate. I was sweating bullets, knowing I could be next. The truck heater was blowing wide open and there was a layer of ice a half inch thick on the inside of the windows except where the heat was directly blowing. I knew if I didn’t find a truck stop soon I’d be the next dead truck on the highway. Lo and behold I finally found one. I pulled in, parked, dressed up in everything I had, jumped out of the truck and I was immediately struck by the severity of the cold. It hurt to breathe, painful, you had to breathe very carefully in small doses, and more through your nose than through your mouth. Didn’t take long to figure that out either, I have never breathed air that actually hurt my lungs like this. The cold defied all my clothing as well, I was bloody freezing within seconds.
I managed to pop the fuel cap off a tank and shine a light in there. It was starting to gell. I went inside, probably the longest 150 yards I ever had to travel. Bought the fuel treatment I needed to keep the truck engine from starving, from gelled up fuel, and poured a couple quarts in both tanks. In the nick of time really. That was a close one. And undoubtedly the coldest cold I have ever experienced.
So, this cold snap will be survived I think. But I got to tell you it ain’t no fun. It is deadly cold out there. You do not want to be caught out in it, broke down, or whatever hard luck may find you. Much better at home with a meager fire burning and a pot of chile on the stove. Which reminds me, I need to make the cornbread.
I’ve played guitar since I was 16, the math would require an abacus, maybe a calculator, and a fifth grade education, if you are wondering how old that makes me. 😉
I’ve been in a few cover bands, that is bands who perform other peoples music. I am now in an all original band, that is songs we have written/composed ourselves. In both cases I have performed on numerous stages, on numerous occaisions. Well, moreso the former than the latter, we are just now getting back at it, our bassist/writer/and keeper of time signatures, had a triple heart bypass surgery a couple months ago. He is fine now, and back to monitoring my odd time signature arrangements. Though… he has let a couple slide recently, finding that once everyone is on the same page, a 4/4 signature isn’t absolutely necessary, and can be a fun adventure 😉 We are both a work in progress I think.
Pretty much, I have been on stages enough, where now, being in front of people, whether speaking or playing music, no longer concerns me. I don’t get freaked out with stage fright.
I do still get a little nervous before a gig, but that soon goes away once the gear is set up, and we get through the first couple of songs. You just have to let it go, have fun performing, and don’t sweat the little mistakes most people will never notice.
We should be playing live again by the new year. We have been practicing and recording for a few weeks now, since the surgery.
I’m anxious to get back at it. Playing live is a drug, and musicians are addicts.
This is what has become of our country. A conspiracy lunatic attacking Nancy Pelosi’s husband with a damn hammer.
We owe this to the R Party, and Donald Jackass Trump. This is what you call “the chickens coming home to roost.” A direct result of the orange idiots division of hate, and the R party’s willingness to play along and let that moron attempt to destroy what is left of democracy, with absolutely ZERO accountability.
Cue the right wing wingnut brigade. “It was just a hammer.” “He wasn’t killed.” “He probably had it coming.” “Must have been ANTIFA.” “Did they find Hilary’s e-mails at Pelosi’s house?”
Distract. Deflect. Never take responsibility. Lie, lie, lie. The oath of the R party. Not a decent man or woman among them.
I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'wouldn't it be much worse if life *were* fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?' So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. - M. Cole