I sense a trend. Christopher "By opposing Communism in Africa, we may be on the wrong side of history" Dodd has used Pelosi Galore's "We have to pass it to find out what's in it" justification for his finrec (and rec is the right word) bill. Expect the same for cap & trade and card check, and, possibly, amnesty.
In years to come, this will probably come to replace the insanity defense.
Assuming, of course, we still have a Constitution and a country.
And, oh, yes, magnificent photo. You were aloft, I presume.
The picture reminded me of how I don't like swimming in fresh water. I grew up on the beach in SoCal, and only salt water tastes right when I'm swimming. Lakes have slimy bottoms. Oceans have clean sand. Lakes are cruised by giant horseflies that make you scream and bleed when they bite you. Oceans only have sting rays and jelly fish. And white sharks.
If you pass through Ellison Bay, turn south on Mink River Road. It's the road that forms a "T" at the Viking Grill. Continue for a few blocks and you will come upon a small cemetery, just outside of town on the west side of the road. Barbara Olson is buried there. Her resting place is easy to find.
I met a nurse named Barbara Olson at a continuing education conference today. It was strange for a moment--Oh, I know!...no, wait. That was Barbara Olson who died on 9/11.
I had never heard of "steampunk" until the other day when it was mentioned in the post about Penelope Trunk. Then I heard it again a few hours later. Is there a term for that sort of thing? It happens to me from time to time. A lot like now, when Irene mentioned Barbara Olson, who I hadn't thought about for a long time, but met another Barbara today, so had already been thinking about her today.
Toy, I don't know a term for what you describe, but it happens to me often. I think of it as a pleasant serendipity that occasionally sheds light on the cool wiring of our brains.
The more time and circumstances lead me to reflect on my life, the more frequently it seems to happen.
I, on the other hand, grew up swimming in the fresh water lakes and icy mountain streams of East Tennessee Spent decades summering at the Delaware beaches, bitching and moaning about how much cleaner and less icky lakes were. I'd forgotten until a couple of years ago how much little fish love to nibble all my freckles.
Lake swimming is fine. I do recall sneezing from the oak pollen floating on the water. And the thermocline was always interesting. I did not like the muddy bottoms, but if they are deep enough it is not an issue.
Ocean swimming is less slimy. I love the tropics, with crystal clear water that you can see 100 feet or more.
Lakes can vary so. Lake Tahoe is as clear as any tropical ocean (and the bottom is more rocky than slimy) but man is it cold. Lake Superior is cold too. The great lakes are more inland seas than lakes.
Here's your politically correct bullshit in action. From the Mpls. Star and Tribune:
An 18 year old woman was sexually assaulted. The suspect has been described as a 45- to 50-year-old moderately tall white man with a thin build and brownish/gold hair. He was wearing a dark jacket and pants, sunglasses, a bandana and a hat. His vehicle is believed to be an SUV with a gray interior.
And then: Freed from the perils of a Rwandan prison, Peter Erlinder found himself with a gun pointed at his head outside his St. Paul home on Thursday night.
The teen with the gun was described as being about 16.
The Great Lakes I have waded in have pleasant sand and pebble bottoms.
As a kid I would collect some of the prettiest stones to take home, only to be disappointed when they dried out and lost their gleam. So I stuck some in an old jar and filled it with water.
Does anyone own a rock tumbler? That would be the thing to do today.
FLS--one of my pleasures when I visit the bahamas, is to walk on the hopetown beach and look for sea glass--don't need a tumbler other than sand and surf--makes great jewelry
Does anyone own a rock tumbler? That would be the thing to do today.
Yes, we do. I got my wife one several years ago. She polished a basketful of pretty colored rocks that we picked up at a local beach. It took weeks to polish then and several changes in grit of the polishing compound. It's like watching grass grow. Eventually, she put the polisher away up in the garage.
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25 comments:
Social climbing and Horseshoes.
I sense a trend. Christopher "By opposing Communism in Africa, we may be on the wrong side of history" Dodd has used Pelosi Galore's "We have to pass it to find out what's in it" justification for his finrec (and rec is the right word) bill. Expect the same for cap & trade and card check, and, possibly, amnesty.
In years to come, this will probably come to replace the insanity defense.
Assuming, of course, we still have a Constitution and a country.
And, oh, yes, magnificent photo. You were aloft, I presume.
Ahhh, Meade built you a pond. He's a keeper.
The picture reminded me of how I don't like swimming in fresh water. I grew up on the beach in SoCal, and only salt water tastes right when I'm swimming. Lakes have slimy bottoms. Oceans have clean sand. Lakes are cruised by giant horseflies that make you scream and bleed when they bite you. Oceans only have sting rays and jelly fish. And white sharks.
wv: funelick-- All Al Gore really wanted.
If you pass through Ellison Bay, turn south on Mink River Road. It's the road that forms a "T" at the Viking Grill. Continue for a few blocks and you will come upon a small cemetery, just outside of town on the west side of the road. Barbara Olson is buried there. Her resting place is easy to find.
I met a nurse named Barbara Olson at a continuing education conference today. It was strange for a moment--Oh, I know!...no, wait. That was Barbara Olson who died on 9/11.
I had never heard of "steampunk" until the other day when it was mentioned in the post about Penelope Trunk. Then I heard it again a few hours later. Is there a term for that sort of thing? It happens to me from time to time. A lot like now, when Irene mentioned Barbara Olson, who I hadn't thought about for a long time, but met another Barbara today, so had already been thinking about her today.
Toy
Barbara Olsen. Goodness, what a loss.
All of the others too. We just knew less about most of them.
What was her Ellison Bay connection, Irene, if you please, of course.
Toy, I don't know a term for what you describe, but it happens to me often. I think of it as a pleasant serendipity that occasionally sheds light on the cool wiring of our brains.
The more time and circumstances lead me to reflect on my life, the more frequently it seems to happen.
David, I believe the family vacationed there.
That is a lovely picture.
The picture reminded me of how I don't like swimming in fresh water. I grew up on the beach in SoCal
Ditto plus. I also grew up in SoCal and can't stand having my feet touch lake bottom. Gross. Slimy. Mossy. Weeds touching your feet. Yuck yuck yuck.
I would deal with the ocean perils before swiming in that swampy ick.
@As my whimsy leads me..
The phenomenon is explicated in Repo Man, where Miller refers to it as "a plate of shrimp."
Ever since I saw that, I have been more aware of the lattice of coincidence.
I, on the other hand, grew up swimming in the fresh water lakes and icy mountain streams of East Tennessee Spent decades summering at the Delaware beaches, bitching and moaning about how much cleaner and less icky lakes were. I'd forgotten until a couple of years ago how much little fish love to nibble all my freckles.
I am so frickin toastedd.....
Lake swimming is fine. I do recall sneezing from the oak pollen floating on the water. And the thermocline was always interesting. I did not like the muddy bottoms, but if they are deep enough it is not an issue.
Ocean swimming is less slimy. I love the tropics, with crystal clear water that you can see 100 feet or more.
Lakes can vary so. Lake Tahoe is as clear as any tropical ocean (and the bottom is more rocky than slimy) but man is it cold. Lake Superior is cold too. The great lakes are more inland seas than lakes.
Sand fleas at the ocean beach are a passing nuisance. Chiggers acquired on the grassy lake shore will stay with one for a while.
Here's your politically correct bullshit in action. From the Mpls. Star and Tribune:
An 18 year old woman was sexually assaulted. The suspect has been described as a 45- to 50-year-old moderately tall white man with a thin build and brownish/gold hair. He was wearing a dark jacket and pants, sunglasses, a bandana and a hat. His vehicle is believed to be an SUV with a gray interior.
And then: Freed from the perils of a Rwandan prison, Peter Erlinder found himself with a gun pointed at his head outside his St. Paul home on Thursday night.
The teen with the gun was described as being about 16.
Goats on the roof soon....?
The Great Lakes I have waded in have pleasant sand and pebble bottoms.
As a kid I would collect some of the prettiest stones to take home, only to be disappointed when they dried out and lost their gleam. So I stuck some in an old jar and filled it with water.
Does anyone own a rock tumbler? That would be the thing to do today.
FLS--one of my pleasures when I visit the bahamas, is to walk on the hopetown beach and look for sea glass--don't need a tumbler other than sand and surf--makes great jewelry
Hey is that where they keep that crappy football team?
Isn't there another term for "green bay?"
Pond scum?
Just sayn'
Does anyone own a rock tumbler? That would be the thing to do today.
Yes, we do. I got my wife one several years ago. She polished a basketful of pretty colored rocks that we picked up at a local beach. It took weeks to polish then and several changes in grit of the polishing compound. It's like watching grass grow. Eventually, she put the polisher away up in the garage.
Pretty though.
Trooper York wrote:
Isn't there another term for "green bay?"
Pond scum?
Just sayn'
Watch your mouth Troop.
wv = "mense" heh
Hee.
Great to get a rise out of you early on a Saturday morning.
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