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Showing posts with label It IS TOO all about me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label It IS TOO all about me. Show all posts
Jul 27, 2015

Elsewhere in America

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In Macon, Missouri. They are to transportation as the Colt 1911 is to weaponry, and they never fail to trigger my acquisitive mania. ...
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Mar 5, 2015

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Winter at my latitude blows its last. Nine below at the moment, and the wood burner is cold, loaded only with pale ash. I got behind hauling...
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Sep 6, 2014

A little car porn while I'm warming up

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My dad certainly saw this car, and may have been in it. Assigned to the staff of the Algona POW camp, it was in service during the years whe...
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Jun 23, 2014

See? Saw

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"Hitachi,'  I believe, transliterates as "rice hulls with a dragon-shit binder, carefully injection molded." But perhaps ...
Jun 16, 2014

Storms, then and now and leggy

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I fell asleep reading about one storm, 160,000 years ago,  and woke up in time to experience another one, still going on. As my body succu...
May 15, 2014

Junk post

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Old Faithful, my  c. 2006 MacBook, has become a slattern. No longer elegant, she's doomed to the scullery of internet  endeavor. In her ...
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Apr 11, 2014

Place holder complete with lame excuses

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I'm in debt, in the hole, owing my blog quite a lot. A promised report on the local loophole two weeks ago, the end of the maple syrup s...
Feb 24, 2014

Terminal ballistics, hamburger heaven, and a load of bull

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I learn from my friend that a 9 mm hardball round at point- blank range fom a big bovine forehead just "makes him mad."  It took a...
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Feb 7, 2014

The most wonderful Wednesday ever

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Four days and a wakeup. Then it's the Wednesday of the Three Blessings. Two of them are sure things, as sure as any temporal thing c...
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Feb 2, 2014

Arctical Loopholing and Some Other Weekend Wrapup Reports

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The Emmet County, Iowa, sportsman's club knows how to run a loophole, friendly, well organized, and well advertised. The guys even hang ...
Jan 29, 2014

A blizzard in paradise

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One late-winter day a long time ago, I was King of the World, a legend in my own mind. The Henderson, back from six months in the mysterious...
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Jan 24, 2014

The Renaissance Libertarian Shivers

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It is a little chillier than I like here in the Commandant's Quarters this morning, too cold for comfortable showering. That happens f...
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Jan 5, 2014

Applied science

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My high-speed internet has become low-speed internet. Fortunately I understand and can explain the process. As temperatures approach absolut...
Dec 30, 2013

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I never ask my house sitter to tidy up the mess I leave her because I just thank her, stroke her Alsatian (hoping he...
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Dec 22, 2013

Sunday Symphony

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1. I have been forced to speak sharply to Tam for negativity about weapons favored by patriotic old Luddites everywhere. A sad duty here in ...
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Dec 18, 2013

When I was rich

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For a glimmering mom e nt around mid-morning I was a stock market mogul. My net worth soared by $7.53 as traders speculated that Ben and the...
Dec 11, 2013

No special reason

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Nov 27, 2013

The Bank I Didn't Buy (More desktop clearing)

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But it was a serious thought for about 15 minutes last spring in Terril, about a half-hour away, a declining little town. My ideas were (1) ...
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Nov 21, 2013

Sea Hunt!

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As I may have mentioned, occasional insomnia has its rewards. I conked out early, exhausted by  a harrowing 70 minutes of telephonic registr...
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Nov 1, 2013

A place to unload

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I generally avoid posting my most sincere, deep-seated, passionate and personal  feelings on the Internet. In the first place, they're p...
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