A Lot of Want Tos

This isn't a Christmas list: I've been hampered more than a little in the past eight or nine weeks with my old bugaboo, a miserable knee. The knee in question, my right one, has already had two surgeries, so next month it goes in for replacement. Unfortunately, I've got to go with it.

In the meantime, my physical activity is pretty much limited to a stationary bike and a couple of light dumbbells.

The left knee replacement went well last year, though any kind of surgery when they have to knock you all the way out is less fun than most other things. Too, there is no time wasted between coming out of the ether (or whatever anesthesia they use) to starting rehab. Leg motion starts on day 1, and you're out of bed the next day, if memory serves...memory doesn't always serve well, because they started pain medication (Fentanyl...never again!) that interacted with anesthesia too early and I hallucinated for what Frances says was four days. I guess I was in and out because I can recall learning to use a walker--there really is a right way!

Rehab is no fun, but is a little better than the horror story many guys pass along. Yes, it hurts a bit. Yes, it aches a lot. But in the end, if the surgeon has done his job, which Dr. Larry Lipscomb had, you end up with more range of motion in your knee than you've had in a good number of years. The rehab person is also important. You have to get along, appreciate the effort she--in my case--was putting into getting you active.

In the meantime, check out Amazon.com for my most recent Kindle book:

http://www.amazon.com/Woodworkers-Guide-To-Wood-ebook/dp/B0098I7BHK/ref=sr_1_20?ie=UTF8&qid=1355157517&sr=8-20&keywords=kindle+charlie+self

 And for you bird lovers, here's an easy to make birdhouse:

http://www.amazon.com/Woodworkers-Guide-To-Wood-ebook/dp/B0098I7BHK/ref=sr_1_20?ie=UTF8&qid=1355157517&sr=8-20&keywords=kindle+charlie+self

Come next year, I expect to produce a birdhouse based on scrap materials and stuff that is normally tossed in the dumpster. At this point, I foresee it being another Kindle book, as print publishers are still running scared. I've got most of the methods worked out, all the tools I can think of needed ready to use, and plenty of scrap. I just can't stand for long enough to do the real work. That will come.

Shortly after that, I'll be finishing photography for a beginner's guide to car photography. Short and to the point, with lots of photos. In the meantime, I've got a photo book that is useful for those who want to shoot and organize their photographs in story form. It's what I do, and it's easy, but...

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=kindle+photography+charlie+self&rh=n%3A283155%2Ck%3Akindle+photography+charlie+self&ajr=0

And a hearty Ho, Ho, Ho, just in case I don't get a chance to get back on here before then. Merry Christmas to all.

Next up, Peace on Earth, though I'm afraid we'll need to stick with Semper Fidelis for the foreseeable future.

After Election Thoughts

No one asked me, so here it is:

Going Back To Failure Ain't A Grand Idea

 My belief is that re-instituting George Bush's policies would have brought on an almost instant depression instead of a recession that we seem to be stumbling our way out o, too slowly but gaining. The recession wasn't wholly Bush's fault, but his emphasis on deregulation certainly helped the banks get too big to fail, very fast, while he stared on in incomprehension while Darth Cheney did whatever Cheney does—pull the strings? Financial affairs absolutely must be regulated, and no bank can be allowed to grow too large to fail. Supposedly, we learned that in 1929, but that generation is mostly gone now, and the lesson has trickled down and disappeared--about like the good from Reagan's trickle down effect. Those banks already in that category need to be forced into more elemental business structures so that a failure doesn't present a row of dominoes that continue to fall.

Bush's reactions included stimuli and TARP, for which Obama has already taken the heat, but neither was truly big enough to give instant relief. Romney was, like WalMart, a roll-back type. And as at WalMart, rollback was mostly bullshit.

Why The Republican Loss
The Republicans, at least according to current conventional wisdom, have twice now been voted down because they refuse to admit that our society is no longer made up of mostly white people with a few blacks tossed in to pepper the stew. Some of those peppers are now chilis, and the LBGT community has grown in power, so that's three large, and growing, groups that went the other way. Add to that Romney's arrogance--his 47% remark was meant only for the elite, and helped to destroy his candidacy when it was released--and his wife's similar attitude: "You people have enough information", which, "we" generally agreed we didn't. Us peasants. I still believe Romney's refusal to release more than two years of tax returns was a sign that he was hiding things. It wouldn't have looked fantastic for a super-patriot to have paid no income tax for most of eight or ten years, so he refused to release his returns. Yes, it would be legal. But the lack of patriotism, the actual anti-Americanism, it would show would have destroyed his campaign on day one of the release. So, no release. The counter-arguments about Obama's college records was asinine. When on earth have school record releases been a requirement for the Presidency? Only in the minds of the Tea Party. That particular argument again hurt the Republicans. It does seem, too, that a great many Republicans are afraid of women, to the point of disliking them and making it evident where they can be overheard, after passing laws many women feel intrude on their persons in ways not done to men.

The best event of the entire election cycle: Karl Rove's on-air meltdown when Obama was declared the winner early by Fox. The little worm deserved everything bad that went through his mind then, including wondering if the Kochs would hire a hit man for the guy who pissed away 300 million Republican generated bucks on a "can't lose" proposition and then lost. He's so oleaginous, it won’t be surprising if he finds a way to reinsert himself into the party, though. And now, Gingrich is stumping around wondering how it happened. It strikes me as odd that the Republicans who attacked Romney the hardest during the primaries don't understand that those very facets of his personality they pointed up were the problem. Hell, the Democrats could have won going away if they'd just re-aired the Republican primary commercials and speeches about Romney.

Prognostications..But Not from Me

As to what the future brings fiscally, no one has any real ideas. We all have a lot of hope, but until he of the orange face, Boehner, manages to form some kind of working relationship with both President Obama and the rest of his party, we're stuck with what we've had for too much of the past four years: maladroitness and something very close to the gridlock DC residents face driving to work every morning. Eventually, they get there, though, and I won't know if the U.S. will. If we get two more years of "Party of No" from the Republicans, I'd almost bet half will be voted out of office in 2014.

Of course, term limits provide at least a partial solution. Unfortunately, the very people who would implement term limits are those who are staying in Congress and becoming professional politicians. I don't believe that kind of political scene was what the Framers intended, but there's nothing to prevent it in the Constitution. Probably the only way it can be done is a grassroots movement that allows the incumbents to remain as long as they are reelected. The next elected officeholders get out in a single term. Of course, that poses another problem for the incumbents: what happens if people pay attention and vote them out! If they came back two or six years down the road they'd only get a double term or whatever is allowed. Personally, I'd like to see a three-term limit for Congressmen, two terms for Senators and a single six year term for President. That would stir some stumps.

I don't expect anything like that to be enacted in my lifetime, even if I live to my Aunt Eugenia's age of 97. 

Tough Times

I disagree on the times currently really being all that tough for most people, though many of us are in—er, reduced circumstances. Thinking back to what I've been told of the Depression, our Great Recession has been a minor inconvenience for many and a disaster for very few, relatively speaking. I go into VA and almost no matter the time of day, the roads flow with vehicles, restaurants are busy, malls are overflowing, and money is moving. I pulled into a Hardee's (a regional fast food chain with great biscuits) last week to get a biscuit and some coffee, and the line circled the building and went into the street. We still don't go out for dinner on weekends because of the crowds at decent restaurants. I look around and the vehicles I see today are still those no one with a grain of sense buys and drives any more--which shows how few have a grain of sense, I guess. SUVs and four door pick-ups in abundance. I know there are those out there who cannot afford to change--hell, I'm one of them, with this damned Taurus POS station wagon. We owe too much on that to get rid of it for another year, while it continues to drink gas at a 23MPG clip. 

Certainly I'm more cramped for cash than I'm used to. My 2008 book on woodshops never came close to paying back its advance...the timing was terrible as everyone was worried about every buck, and few people wanted to spend time dreaming of, or building, a hobby woodworking shop. No trade publishers since have been up for my ideas. I have two books and an article plan up on Amazon. So far, sales are abysmal, at best. That is mostly my fault. I have yet to find a key to selling the books that doesn't make me feel like a charlatan or jackass or both. I realize that with the Internet, I need to put my personal feelings aside, and do the clown act, the door-to-door sales bullshit, but I thought I had bailed out of that after an abortive few weeks selling encyclopedias in NYC. In 1962. Like a great many people my age, I've been brought up to be reticent about most of my accomplishments. I didn't even realize that my middle nephew didn't know I'd been in the Marines until I asked him something about his local Marine Corps League detachment. Marty was born during my last year in the Marines!

Messing with SS and Medicare

I paid into Social Security from the time I was 14 until some time maybe 52 years later, plus a couple years since I "retired". Yet that is one of the programs Boehner and his ilk wish to tear apart, that and Medicare are on their chopping block. There certainly need to be changes, with the foremost being a removal of the top income limits for the deductions. That's nearly a cure alone. Medicare needs to be allowed to do as the VA does: bargain for prices on drugs and services.

Losers and Winners

Tim Kaine beat up pretty well on George Allen. It is to be hoped that Allen will now go back to practicing corporate law where he might actually do some good, if good is what corporate lawyers do. He was one of the least fiscally responsible governors we've had in recent years: I guess he inherited that from his father. George Allen Sr. was touted by the then owner of the Redskins (Jack Kent?) as having been given an unlimited budget which he then exceeded. The nut doesn't fall far from the tree. Allen was a pissant Senator for his term, too, voting for expensive program after expensive program.

We've been behind on education, but, so far, no one has tried to get much of a tax passed. It wouldn't make it in our current climate. Of course, we've got Republicans all over the place touting a new voter ID card, with photo and laminated, for all eligible voters in the country. I think that's maybe 200 million people. It strikes me as nuts that the party that wants to save money around the clock is wildly in favor of doing something that would be very expensive for a problem that barely exists. It's a little like replacing all the plumbing in a home because one faucet is dripping. At a rough estimate, each ID would cost about six bucks. That's includes hiring people to shoot photos, take in the info and print it out, then laminate it all. I mean, what's a billion bucks between friends? The saying--Sam Rayburn's?-- that "a million here, a million there and sooner or later it adds up to real money" may be changed to "a billion here, a billion there" today.  

It all beats an added two or three cents gasoline tax to improve our roads...doesn't it? I don't think so.

Electoral College

This time around, we had no real reason to complain about the electoral college after the election, and, while Romney led, Fox was delighted with it, as was Rove. I'm not really convinced one way or the other on this one. It does provide for some neat moments, as with Rove's babbling breakdown on Fox, but otherwise, it's probably not necessary. We do need to do something about those areas where it takes too long to vote. Places around the country, all urban though often small urban like Roanoke, had waits of upwards of 90 minutes, some many hours. If that continues, election day needs to be made a Federal holiday (and we really don't need any more Federal holidays, though this one would be once every four years, because the lines do not build as badly for other elections).

Acrimony for All

I've voted in a lot of Presidential elections, but the mean-mindedness this time around is close to unbelievable.

I'm not talking about the candidates themselves, but about two things coming from different angles: PACs and citizens (and certainly more than a few non-citizens) on the Internet. I've just been reading through a series of responses that detailed Romney's ministerial service in France during the peak of the Vietnam War; some of the responses were rational, but others not so. I did get a kick out of several who chastised President Obama for not serving during 'Nam. Considering his age ranged from about four to about fourteen during that war, he would have been a real phenomenon. Romney had college draft deferments before he got ministerial deferments; college deferments were the norm for students in those days.

Romney, though, was something of a war hawk, carrying placards in support of the war. That reminds me somewhat over everyone's favorite action hero, John Wayne: he got through WWII without serving because his studio had him declared 4F. During the height of the Vietnam protests, Wayne was a war hawk, verbally abusing the young men who dodged the draft by going to Canada.

Then, and now, the U.S. seems to have developed a trend towards fighting wars that are less than imperative, making serious, and costly in terms of lives and materiel, attempts to bring democracy to those who neither want it nor have the cultural background to use it. The wonder of seeing purple thumbs on voters in places like Afghanistan wears off when one sees that one form of dictatorial government is replaced with another that quickly moves towards similar practices.

The level of acrimony during the Vietnam War years was nothing compared to what it is now. I've never been called as many names as in recent months. I do wonder sometimes just how many people change their minds because an anonymous poster verbally abuses them. A hint of a rational reason for changing one's vote might help, but being called a Libtard or Repugnican doesn't seem the way to make great progress.

As I've written before, the anonymity of the Internet is responsible for this freedom to cuss others out with no retaliation beyond a few easily ignored words. It's probably my age, but I do miss people standing up and personally taking responsibility for what they say and how they say it.

In the meantime, consider the two logos here. Christmas is coming. The Marine Corps League and the Marine Corps Reserve are accepting donations for children for this season's coming tree.

Lack of courtesy...

At this point in the political season, it's a wonder that the mass of insults hasn't caused more problems than is the case. The Internet itself seems to release the inner meanness of a lot of posters on both sides of the coin.

It's probable, at least in my mind, that the access to Internet anonymity is the primary villain in the piece, but added to that is the discomfort too many people often evidence when thought that goes beyond the level of bumper sticker-isms is needed. Anonymity, though, is the primary culprit: people who are in essence ashamed of, or afraid of, their own opinions find it easy to create a new on-line identity to use in order to stir the pot without burning themselves...the anonymity serves as a long handled spoon with which they can ladle out opinions without having to worry about consequences to themselves. This is designated as a need for free speech, but free speech as described in the U.S. Constitution was never designed to protect those who speak freely from non-governmental consequences for that speech.

The utter inanity of many of the comments is one thing: that's a symptom of laziness combined with a lack of reading comprehension and is usually quickly evidenced by an inability to form coherent sentences. Selfishness is another feature of too many comments and quotes, as is stereotypical thinking. Sometimes it seems the old idea of painting many people with a broad brush has given way to using a powered paint roller to collect even larger numbers, pro or con.

I don't believe I've ever before seen the number of putative quotes from our Founding Fathers as is the case in the current election cycle. Almost every one is pulled out of the air by someone, then repeated a few hundred times by others, after which it is believed to be real.

Silly statements about what a politician will or will not do that are not based in the real and legal possibilities of whatever job is up for grabs also abound. People running for state government offices make claims about how they will affect Federal legislation, while those touting Federal candidates scream that their candidates will improve things in arenas that belong entirely to the states.

It's enough to make your head ache. Enough to make you want to shout "Shut the hell UP!"

It will be over in something under two weeks, for this cycle. Be glad. I sure will be.

More of a wandering mind

Blue Ridge Parkway tree: shot last week for my own use and pleasure.

More wondering and wandering

Memories crowd in, to the point where description is unlikely to be accurate, as the memories themselves are surely tainted by years of storage without use. Then, my mind makes the jump to many of the “What ifs” of life. I have a feeling this may be the course of many minds at a certain point in life, but that, too, is irrelevant. As long as I continue to realize those alternate lives are shadows, that they did not occur, and that current memories of those peopling the daydreams are figments of my imagination, or of my sleeplessness, there's no problem.

Some of the memories are wonderful, while others are less so, and some would be terrifying if I were still a child. As a rather elderly adult, I find terror less easy to come by than I did in the days when I delivered newspapers to all of the movie houses in New Rochelle, NY. One theater specialized in Lon Chaney and Bela Lugosi films: Chaney, for those who are too young to know, was the original Wolfman of horror movies; Bela Lugosi, the most famous of the Count Draculas of that era. Special effects were laughable by today’s standards, but many was the late afternoon when I got chills traveling my spine as one or another of those characters metamorphosized into less, or more, than human title characters. The next time I was that terrified I was at Parris Island, with my first drill instructor looking at me while hollering, “Your ass is grass and I’m the lawn mower”. And he was for 13 very long weeks. Finally, on April 14, I joined most of the rest of my recruit platoon in boarding a bus heading north to Camp Geiger and our Infantry Training Regiment month of fun in the sun…when there was any sun. 

All I solidly recall is sweat, chiggers, Nissen huts, and shelter halves. The Nissen huts are variants of Quonset huts (or Quonset huts are variants of Nissen’s design, depending on who you ask). Major Peter Nissen, a Brit, designed the basic half tube huts during World War I.

Life in the hut was not pleasant. Fortunately, true cold isn’t much of a factor in North Carolina in April and early May, nor is true heat, but those metal half-tubes were cookers when the temperature rose above 70. I’d hate to have been there in January.

Replica of 1966 Cobra. I shot this some time ago for a magazine article...and my own pleasure.

 I can remember exactly one name from those of my hut-mates during that month: Shanahan. His first name is long gone from memory, yet his photo sits next to mine in the Parris Island, First Battalion, Platoon 105, book that was sent to my mother later.

Today, I have to wonder if I would have more friends from my Marine Corps years if I hadn’t been so socially inept (that is a condition that changed, though not an immense amount). The path never taken looms up, though without urgency. I’m not young enough to believe there is some magical way to go back and try again. I never was, at least after I quit believing in the tooth fairy.

I’ve always been a step to the side of the crowd, usually on the opposite side from those who work to be apart, who consciously work at being different. I just stumble along, at least if my memory is at all correct, always standing aside, often scratching my head in wonder.

As a writer and photographer with too many decades of experience, I also wonder just how different my life might have been if cameras had been my earliest interest, rather than words. My current photography skills have built up quickly with digital work, but I believe I’d have been at or close to this point 50 years ago if…

A New Day Dawns

One Has To Wonder   

In those tossing moments before sleep comes, many thoughts run through my mind. Whether or not they are of any value to anyone else is irrelevant: they may have value for me in determining the course of the remaining time I spend above ground.

Having spent an entire day attempting to get an electronic device working is a catalyst. Waiting on a so-called help line for actual assistance leaves the mind fully unoccupied, except for the hand movement needed to get through various games of electronic solitaire. My thoughts turned to an old song, as I recall, by Peggy Lee: “Is That All There Is?”Let's hope not.

 

I haven't posted here in a long time. Other things occupy my mind, but with an election year in progress, I'm beginning to find signs of stultification setting in. The Republican selection process was a real disaster for that party, but I think I'll move on to other items. Presidential election years always make me yearn for the British system. With a vote of "no confidence" the election cycle begins. It ends 90 days later. In the U.S., the Presidential cycle is now taking more than 18 months. Predicted cost is running at a billion bucks a candidate. It's hard to believe, but true, that a guy like Mitt Romney, worth on the upper side of a quarter-billion bucks, couldn't finance his own campaign these days. That's not just wrong, it's insane.

We may need a Supreme Court that can tell the difference between you, me and the people nearest each of us, and General Electric, Ford Motor Company, Monsanto, 3M, Chrysler, Apple, Intel and similar outfits. Anyone with a grain of sense must particularly realize that multinational companies, no matter where they are headquartered, do not necessarily have the best interests of my country at heart.

Vapidity On-Line

After being up for a short time and touring the Internet, I’m starting to wonder—again—about the vapidity of modern life as depicted on-line. So far, the major outlets, specifically Yahoo and AOL, haven’t learned how to separate news from celebrity-hood blather. The lack of respect for the average reader’s intelligence also seems lower than the 12 year old norm for television, which would have been hard to envision, never mind believe, as recently as a decade ago. TV was as stupid as it got in those good old days. Today, that award goes to the Internet.

Editorially, there is little to choose from for vapidity, though Arianna Huffington’s ode to riches comes close to award-winning status for inanity, “Becoming Fearless Goes Viral:…”. Money is the answer. Naturally enough, Ms Huffington requests reader input, with the usual lack of pay. She has become wealthy using the work of others, and continues to build her fortune in the same manner. Nothing, though, can alter the final, a tie between AOL and Yahoo.  According to Yahoo, J. Lo has given her new boyfriend a job, after also giving him a truck. Oh, whoopee. Prior to that was a bit on appropriate wearing of bikinis while pregnant. Important information for all. Whatever happened to maternity clothes?

We’re then notified that Newt Gingrich still believes Mitt Romney lied during their campaign. That deserves another “Oh, whoopee” award, I believe. There should also be some kind of world-class chutzpah award for people like Gingrich who have the audacity to accuse others of such actions. This is the guy who was getting blow jobs from his current wife well before he informed his second wife he wanted to dump her.

For real mindlessness AOL steals the cake. They let us know that Arnold Schwarzen-ego’s son had a marvelous prom date, that Mick Jagger is going to host an "iconic" TV show (sic: they probably mean “symbolic”). Oh, whoopee, once again. I couldn’t stand to look at the Mick 40 years ago. Today? Not a chance.

AOL pops up HuffPost Weddings’ headline article about showing up at a friend’s wedding in the wrong shoes. As my old mentor used to say, “Sufferin’ succotash!” Truly, Daffy Duck is right at home in this collection. The writer was berated for wearing a pair of six inch tall heels. I’m not sure whether writing an article on the subject is worse than the behavior the mother and sisters who did the berating or not. It doesn’t matter. Then there’s the article, “The 7 Worst Reasons To Tie The Knot”. Sorry, I didn’t read it. My gag reflex takes only so much before reacting.

Next up, a do-it-yourself piece: “Sparkly Wine Glasses Are Easy To Make”. I’ve spent more than 40 years writing do-it-yourself articles and books. I hope never to descend to the depth of describing how to add glitter to wine glass for entertaining. That's especially true for the rates that almost all on-line publications draw.

Should we wonder why so many responses on the Internet are mindless, or mindlessly rude. Much of what is published there deserves nothing else.

More politics, plus car show report

Our July 17 car show battled adverse weather reports for nearly a week, and, before it was over, got caught in a pretty fair deluge. The result for Toys for Tots, though, was a large enough net to add more children to our list for the coming year.

 An old friend sent me the attached poster. It states the case about these entertainers as well as anything I've seen.

Politics

Politicians and diapers need to be changed often--and for the same reason.

Oddly enough, though, it's the guys who depose those who were in place for a long and incompetent tour who get the blame for all the incompetencies and nonsense. That leads to another change, and puts the fecal matter right back in the same old place.

New tools

Over the years, I've written a lot of tool reviews and tests. As time has passed, I've whittled my own shop down to a bare minimum, which is still unwieldy in some ways.

I'm working on a new small project book, with possible break-outs for a couple of magazine articles as the book progresses, so I recently got hold of a new tablesaw of a type that might possibly interest the space-challenged weekend project builder.

The saw is a Ridgid Job Site saw, with a folding stand, with wheels that allow for easy moving when the stand is folded. The only lack I can see on the stand is of a brake: if you tilt it against the wall so the wheels rest on the floor, you need to block the wheels to keep it from sliding down. Otherwise, it operates easily and quickly.

Some years ago, I wrote an article on job site saws for a contractors' magazine. Of the saws I checked, most of those on the market at the time, the Ridgid turned out to be the most feature laden and best built, though it was a pretty tight battle for the top spot. Bosch was a very, very close second place.

It pays to remember with this type of saw that you're not buying a Delta Unisaw or a Powermatic 66, though. If you go into it with the expectations of getting all the benefits of a 500+ pound, 230 volt, light production cabinet saw, you'll be disappointed. If you buy a saw such as the Ridgid with an expectation that you can build small projects quickly with the tool, you're closer to the center of the bullseye. The Ridgid weighs about 110 pounds, an aid to portability. It has a composite table that extends for wider cuts (up to 26"), and a fence that is accurate and holds settings well. The miter gauge is surprisingly good for a saw of this class, too.

On the portability front, the stand rides on 8" diameter wheels, a real help whenever the saw is off of a paved driveway or a floored shop.

I'm not wild about the standard blade. It's serviceable, but not great. In the good old days, many saws came without saw blades, and those that did include blades, came with cheap steel versions that were invariably crappy. This carbide tipped blade isn't bad. To see an apparent improvement in power, and an actual improvement in cut quality, try a Freud, CMT, Infinity and similar blades. I wouldn't buy a Forrest blade for a job site saw, but if you have one on hand, and want to see an improvement in the saw's speed and accuracy, give it a try.

The shot of the Ridgid Job Site saw that you see here is of a saw that is about three years old. It's in my shop, but isn't the new saw I just got. There are some minor differences, largely in the realm of the blade guard, which is now well enough made I'll actually use it. The new guard has a two part lift so you can work close to the fence from either side, along with a removable splitter/riving knife assembly that accepts anti-kickback pawls for through cuts.

Blade height and tilt are controlled by a single wheel/lever combination, with a bevel locking lever to make sure everything stays the same once it's set.

On-board storage for an extra blade, the miter gauge and the fence are easy to use, while the cord wraps easily around its prongs at the back of the saw.

The package is complete, and is useful for the beginning craftsman, and for carpenters and others who don't want to be hoisting a 300 and more pound "contractors" saw on and off their trucks to start and end the day.