Willie Nelson ... Knauer's Meats - think about it.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Willie and Wynton
Willie Nelson ... Knauer's Meats - think about it.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sibley Elementary students perform in musical
Sibley Elementary School students are getting a taste of musical theater this week.
Seventy-three students in grades three through six have been working since Tuesday with Prairie Fire Children’s Theatre to prepare a unique production of “Sleeping Beauty.” Their work will culminate in two performances: one at 7 p.m. today and another at 10:30 a.m. Saturday at Southwest’s Little Theatre. Admission is $5 for adults and $3 for students.
The Sibley parent organization, S.H.A.R.E., has been sponsoring an artist in residency with Prairie Fire for about 10 years, said third-grade teacher Lorna Berg.
Auditions were held on Tuesday (they were originally set for Monday, but school was let out early) and then the main characters went right into reading their lines. Students were expected to have their lines memorized by Thursday.
Many of those cast have been in previous Prairie Fire productions.
“They know it’s hard work, but they know what they need to do,” Berg said. More
Friday, January 29, 2010
Old Farts Unleashed on the World
We carefully wrapped up the frame, pump and a couple of forks in blankets and headed to the home of Mark "Bikesmith" Stonich. Mark has been to my house within the past year, but he and Dex go way back to their motorcycle trials days. There was some discussion about how long it had been since they've seen each other, and they came up with 30+ years. Much discussion of weight and not looking a day older. As we looked at Mark's sometimes quirky bikes and current projects, the old war horses recounted their days of youth, strength and glory on motorcycles. Dex whipped out his cell phone and played the recorded sound of his current steed rumbling, then screaming through the gears. Nice.
Mark took us out to a nice lunch- talk of health and diet. Then we continued over to Hiawatha Cyclery, a great old school bike shop, of the fendered, racked, canvas bag sort. There were Goodrichs in the windows and reworked Raleighs and new Surly's on the floor. Surlys are not manufactured here, but they are based in Minneapolis and have certain Minnesota sensibility to them. Holy Minnesota! That Pugsley has big tires! Met some friendly folks there. Dex had to get home by 5:00 to take Jan out for dinner and dancing, so it was time to cut it short and we headed back home. A good day.
Wash and Wear
This is my Ragbrai bike. I call it “wash and wear”. It has made it thru tornados, extreme rain, pestilence and famine. The bike is basically Phil Wood visa vi bomb proof. Also I must admit that the best way to break in a Brooks is to ride it in the pouring rain for one solid day and let dry. It rides like a Catchers mit. This one of my favs and is like a trusty ol’ dog."
Thursday, January 28, 2010
God On a Bike and a Two for Two Day
I bought a 1980 bicycle frame. Shortly there after I received an email offer from a man I've never met, "I have a set of newly rebuilt vintage Phil Wood hubs laced to Super Champions, front and rear, that would fit that McLean really well. You can have them for the cost of the rebuild and shipping." The rims are probably worth that. Phil Wood hubs that old are somewhat rare, but they are smooth as silk and never wear out. They bring $250 or $300 on eBay. Some francophiles will argue that old Maxi-Cars are theoretically better, but how much longer than forever is really necessary? So my McLean has Phil hubs.
Earlier I had had a long telephone conversation with Dexter Henschel, another old local bicycle aficionado, who had previously had sold me another vintage Phil Wood front and rear wheelset for $50, again almost nothing. I thought that maybe he still had a tool in a drawer somewhere. Yesterday I got a note from him, no tool so far, but he had a Brooks Pro saddle I could have ... free. It might cost me coffee and a donut. Dex and Mark Stonich are old buddies. I told Mark about the saddle and the freewheel tool. He attributes it all to karma, because I gave him the rims off the Henschel wheelset which turned out to be 27", not 700c. I don't know about karma, but it was a good day for me. Hamachi, your Phil Wood wheelset came from Dex. I got the rims free too, but I can't remember where. Maybe Lestrud, he built the up the wheels. Too many free things to keep track of.
WAF and GAS
Unfortunately you are a male and you as all the other males on this list you have "GAS" Gear Acquisition Syndrome. This is caused by the downturn in the economy also, you hate your job, less money is coming in, your wife has less appreciation for you. So what does the male do? BUYS BIKE for a better sense of gratification and self. That is where I am now.
Mix those emotions and what do you have? Well, see the conversations regarding Potato guns, Gas balloons a la Keith Anderson...You get my drift.
Jack (abnormal Psyc. Minor in college) Gabus
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Knauer's Meat Market
A Response to the Exchange of Ideas
Monday, January 25, 2010
Benny Waters (With Ted Unseth)
On Favorite Things and Places
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Through the Looking Glass
Friday, January 22, 2010
For your perusal, pulled down from the dusty rafters of our West Coast correspondent, Jack "Silk Hope" Gabus.
A Respectful Exchange of Ideas
I read the opinion pages of the local rag. I should know better. This goes on every day. A respectful exchange of ideas. Now, right up front, I will admit to being arrogant, disrespectful, and a master of straw men and red herrings. A couple days ago there was a commentary on health care that quoted Allen Quist as a primary source. Allen Quist on the health care bill, “This is the most insidious, evil piece of legislation I have ever seen in my life… Every one of us has to be totally committed to killing this travesty… I have to kill this bill.”. He is a man that I consider a complete wack job. I could not contain myself. There were other comments, but these are mine or the resulting thread.
Posted by GunnarBerg on January 20, 2010 at 6:20 p.m.
Allen Quist?!? You have got to be kidding.
Posted by diesel on January 21, 2010 at 8:38 a.m.
In response to Gunnarberg's post. This is a reflection of the liberal arrogance that prevails on the left. Some one, like Allen Quist in this case, cannot be credible because they hold to core conservative values. Mr Quist is actually highly educated and has been a college professor, something that only seems credible if they are liberal.
Posted by GunnarBerg on January 21, 2010 at 9:31 a.m.
Tim Pawlenty is educated. I do not agree with his politics, but I do not think he is a fool. I do not know if believing in creationism is a "core conservative value". Allen Quist writes curriculum guides for creationism. To me that is like saying the earth is flat and the center of the universe. If thinking that Allen Quist is an educated fool makes me arrogant, so be it. I'll wear that badge proudly.
(I did so want to say, "For Christ's sake, Allen Quist writes curriculum...", but opted not to do so.)
Posted by diesel on January 21, 2010 at 2:39 p.m.
It takes a great deal of speculation to believe that our grandparents were monkeys. In truth, the sientific evidence is far more conclusive to the creation concept of this planet than other scientifically paper thin theories like evolution. Sedimentary rock has both human and dinosaur fossils in it. As well, recently a whale carcass was found that would have had to have not decayed for several million years if accepted sientific beliefs were used. As well, why has there never been a complete evolutionary skeleton found, just bits and pieces of bone?
I guess when a person's bitterness rules their thoughts, it is hard to be objective. The evidence speaks for itself!
As a matter of fact, the odds of all of the creationism backed scientific evidence being disproved is absolutely miniscule, gunnar, take off your secular humanist goggles, and seee reality!
Posted by GunnarBerg on January 21, 2010 at 4:19 p.m.
I am speechless. Believe what you will.
At this point I gave up, but someone with more staying power jumped in.
Posted by swwinter on January 21, 2010 at 11:40 p.m.
"It takes a great deal of speculation to believe that our grandparents were monkeys." --It takes a great deal of misunderstanding of what evolution really means to even make a statement so ignorant.
"In truth, the sientific evidence is far more conclusive to the creation concept of this planet than other scientifically paper thin theories like evolution."--Well, that settles it then. The real "truth" according to Garp is that the planet is about 10,000 years old and not a day older. Debate closed.
"Sedimentary rock has both human and dinosaur fossils in it."-- That settles it again! Real proof, real honest, real science!
"As well, recently a whale carcass was found that would have had to have not decayed for several million years if accepted sientific beliefs were used."-- Well, there you have it! Of course it's only logical to conclude that all "accepted scientific beliefs" are, well, bunk.
"As well, why has there never been a complete evolutionary skeleton found, just bits and pieces of bone?" --That's a brilliant observation, Of course! If a whole complete skeleton has never been found then the other parts of the skeletons don't mean anything! It's like they didn't even happen. Ya, that's the ticket.
"I guess when a person's bitterness rules their thoughts, it is hard to be objective." And objectivety is your strong suit I see. Why of course you'd know a thing or two about being objective seeing as how you aren't about to let any religious beliefs influence you one little bit.
"The evidence speaks for itself!"--It most certainly does sir, even more than you think.
"As a matter of fact, the odds of all of the creationism backed scientific evidence being disproved is absolutely miniscule, gunnar, take off your secular humanist goggles, and seee reality!" --I guess we know whose ancestors forced us to believe the sun and planets circled the Earth don't we? Forced us to believe it for 1200 years. Didn't the church kill a lot of people over that one.
And so it goes on and on. For Christ's sake, these people vote. For Christ's sake.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Hope for the Abused
Cannondale for Winter
After I posted this it was pointed out to me by a bicycle professional that my gear choice, big rear cog/big front ring, smacked of poor bikemanship. I can not deny this, but at the time was a reason for it and I hereby throw myself on the mercy of the court.
Sister Rosetta Tharpe
A remastered 1944 recording. The first Rock n Roll recording?
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
The Honorable Alan Cedric Page
More Colnago Abuse (Not Really)
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Legendary Carrot Cake
It's a drop dead beautiful morning here at 1410. I don't think anything I could write would add to the photos. I have spent the morning mis-baking a Legendary Carrot Cake for Lorna's book club this evening. At one time the cake was referred to as Ordinary Carrot Cake, but that was before "the ant incident". To the best of my memory, Lorna's sister Joy had baked the cake a couple of days ahead of time. As she finished frosting it the day of the soirée, she noticed it was covered with tiny ants. Thinking fast she put it in the freezer and checked it periodically. The ants, agitated by the cold, climbed up through the frosting where Joy picked them off one at a time. The cake was served with no mention of the potential protein additive, or if anyone noticed they were too courteous to mention it.
Cream 2 C sugar & 1 1/2 C. oil (if you add rum to the mix, cut back on the oil)
Add 4 eggs (1 at a time) on high speed (I have no idea why it is supposed to be "high speed". "Slow speed" has proven to be a neater option)
Add 1 can (drained) crushed pineapple
Sift and add dry ingredients:
2 C flour (I like unbleached because it looks more like food.)
2 t. soda
1 t. cinnamon (or cumin, ginger, nutmeg, or whatever, though I haven't tried cayenne...yet. and I think a little more is better.)
1/2 t. salt
2 C shredded carrots,
1 C chopped nuts (usually walnuts)
Handful or two of raisins or dried fruit (is there a good abbreviation for handful? If so, could also apply to chopped nuts)
Bake at 350 º in a greased & floured 9 x 13 pan
Frosting (whip and spread on cool cake - scatter any leftover chopped nuts on top)
Frosting (whip and spread on cool cake - scatter any leftover chopped nuts on top)
8 oz. package of cream cheese
½ C. margarine or butter (margarine whips better, but we usually stock Hope Creamery butter. Maybe melt it a little?)
2 C. powdered sugar
Rum to taste. You can add quite a lot of rum to the cake, but you get more bang for the buck in the frosting, but BE CAREFUL!
Note: I have tweaked the recipe to more reflect reality. I just tasted the baker's corner. No matter how bad you screw up things, if there is enough good stuff in it, it'll taste good...as long as you don't burn it. - Berg's law.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Blue Skies Smilin' At Me
Sunday, January 17, 2010
This afternoon I watched the Vikings beat the Cowboys 34-3. It was a nail-biter, as I had an extremely large wager on the Vikings by 30. Favre came through with a score-jacking touchdown in the waning seconds, just to piss off the Cowboys and save to my finances from further ruin. Go Brett. Actually I have only bet on a sporting event once in the past 20 years, and I still owe my brother-in-law five bucks on that one.
Now I'm crazy
Crazy for feeling so lonely
Crazy for feeling so blue
You'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday
You'd leave me for somebody new
Why do I let myself worry?
What in the world did I do?
And I'm crazy
For thinking that my love could hold you
And I'm crazy for crying
Crazy for trying
And I'm crazy for loving you
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Joe McCarthy and Larry Adler
Have a Nice Day
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Billy Joe Shaver
I've been trying for years to convince people that Billy Joe Shaver is the Real Deal. All of the rest, Willie, Waylon, Kris, are pretenders. I spent my younger years waiting for the next LP to see how B.J. was doing, like waiting for a blog entry. I ain't converted even one person yet.........to my knowledge. Once in a while I stumble onto someone who gets it. This is from The Selvedge Yard, a quirky photo based blog. Truthfully, I'm not certain that he gets it either. B.J's songs are not just songs, they are a diary, a journal of his life.
From Billy Joe Shaver’s “Honky Tonk Hero: An Autobiography”–
I was not even born yet when my father first tried to kill me.
It was June and the evening light had started to fade, but it was still hotter than nine kinds of hell. We were outside of Corsicana, a little cotton town in northeast Texas, and I was in my mother’s belly, two months from entering the world.
Buddy Shaver was convinced that my mother, Victory, was cheating on him. That was bullshit, and he probably knew it. But he’d been drinking. My father was half-French, half-Blackfoot Sioux, and one-hundred-percent mean. He drank a lot, and the booze didn’t mix well with his Indian blood. You know there are some guys who are just born naturally strong, with big shoulders and a chiseled upper body even though they never work a lick at it? That was my father, and my mother didn’t have a chance.
It’s just a story I’ve heard, told by family members who don’t enjoy the retelling. But I can see it as clearly as if I was there. They were standing next to a small stock tank with black, still water. It was the middle of nowhere, with no roads or houses in sight. Who knows what he told her to get her out there, or whether she knew what was coming when they stopped there? He held nothing back, yet his cold gray eyes showed no emotion as he beat her within an inch of her life. When she was down, he stomped her with his cowboy boots until she stopped struggling. Then he tossed her limp body into the water like a sack of potatoes. Years later, when I was a grown man, my momma couldn’t stand to be around me when I wore cowboy boots— she never could forget what they did to her that night.
Momma laid there for hours until an old Mexican man showed up to water his cattle. Even though he knew my kinfolk pretty well, he didn’t recognize her at first. He thought she was dead. But she spoke to him through the bruises and the blood, and he threw her over the back of his horse and carried her home.
The violence of that night set the stage for my childhood: It’s the reason my father left, it’s the reason my mother didn’t want me, and it’s the reason I went to live with my loving grandmother. In many ways, I think that night is the reason I write country songs.
I hope this happy little ditty, backed up by his son, the late Eddy Shaver, helps make Billy Joe's life make sense. It seems important to me.
The evening sun is sinking, moving homeward
As darkened shadows claim the fight they won
With upturned eyes closed from the light of darkness
And two crossed hands that raised another's son
Gone, oh gone the one who really loved me
For what I was not what I ought to be
Who never questioned falling leaves in autumn
Nor silver nests built on a dying tree
In gingham gown she warmed me from the coldness
The winter nights seemed warm as summertime
Another love will never touch as deeply
As love that flew on silver wings of time
On pension for the aged she raised a young man
Who learned the love of God and other things
Now, love he knew that twelve times warmed his winter
Has flown away on time's bright silver wings