Monday, March 31, 2008

Another box of books unpacked


This one.... all shooting and reloading.

Couple of these I haven't read in a few years.... and yes, I will read a reloading manual. I also read cook books. It's kind of the same thing....

I cataloged as I went, so you can look them up in the librarything widget on the left, if you wish.

Sunday, March 30, 2008





Saturday, March 29, 2008

Book catalog site selection made... for now

I'm giving 'Shelfari' a try. It seems easy to use and will allow
unlimited book entries at no expense. It will also allow me to
tag the books, and has a neat widget that I have placed over
on the left side of the blog here.

As I enter books..... folks here can browse through them.
Some (you know who you are) can borrow them too.

Only 40 or so entered so far...... but more will be noted
as I unpack and clean them.

(update...... now taking a second look at 'librarything.com'
as per recommendation. It has some interesting features I missed
before.)

(Update to the update..... Switched to Librarything.com. When I run up against the 200 book limit I'll sign up the lifetime membership. Librarything.com seems easier to use and presents the data in a more professional way. Works for me.)

Book catalog site?

Today I brought home some more of my books. For now they are in the closet, till I can clean them properly (don't ask).

Mostly Science Fiction, with assorted other genres.

I was thinking.... it might be worth the time to catalog them as I clean and shelve.

Anyone have any recommendations for a cataloging web site?
(update: Taking a look at Shelfari right now...)

From Breda's blog

Just in case you read my blog, and not Breda's
(which means you are probably an alien immigrant from Mars
with the common sense of a toaster) you might want to click on over.
She picked up on a hell of a funny short video from the sand pit.

Friday, March 28, 2008

No damn cussing around here!

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I tell my students....... profanity is a what a weak mind supplies when it runs
out of words worth using.

Wish I could break my own habit of using it so much......

But, it's some solace that my blog has none......... mostly.

Let the food wars begin!

Supper tonight..... an easy dish created on the fly, using what was on hand.

Wild brown rice simmered with orange sauce and spices, leaving it just a bit chewy with some creaminess and Just a hint of heat.

The beef tips... sauted with butter and sweet Texas onion, salt, pepper, and garlic. Then, finished in the oven till the juices reduced and thickened.

The Beef and onions nestled on a bed of the rice, some shredded Colby sprinkled, and a few grinds of fresh pepper.

Sproing!?!


Not much longer.....

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Two hours of cranial-rectal inversion

Boardroom table.
Leather swivel chairs.
Ties.
Be-suited tweeps fighting like bull dogs over worthless words in useless documents.

Any questions?
Good.

A case study......

What follows is a small case study I am required to do for a PSU course I am taking. (I will be in college for years to come, on track for various certificates and perhaps degrees.....) I post it here so people can get a glimpse of the life.......
Comment if you wish.
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The student chosen for this case study will be called ‘Steve’. He is a real student (former) of the LCCTC Automotive Mechanics program. He was chosen for this case study because he represents a prime example of a breakdown in our selection process.

There is a process students are supposed to make their way through. A selection process that results in a better fit between student and program. By meeting certain criteria such as attendance, preparation courses, and former instructor recommendations students should arrive at our door better suited to succeed in the program.

Steve bypassed that system, apparently at the behest of both his parents and his sending school. Not only were his required courses not met, he certainly did not have the recommendation of his previous instructors. Just the opposite was true.

Steve came to us from the Xxxxxxxxx school district. He had been in the LCCTC system through the 10th and 11grade, which is fairly unusual. Both instructors within the system had serious problems with Steve and recommended he not continue on to our program.

While details were not available, the issues with his first LCCTC instructor resulted in civil action of some sort. The only detail found in the record was a comment regarding ‘behavioral’ issues. Nothing else was forthcoming, as it referred to a legal case.

During his second term with LCCTC in an automotive related cluster program, he once again had problems. He lost his drivers license due to a vehicle accident while at LCCTC. Our later investigation divulged that he had taken a school owned vehicle on a joy ride without permission and heavily damaged it. His instructor at that time also noted issues with lying, stealing, class disruption, and personality conflicts with other students.

None of this was communicated to us as he entered the Automotive Mechanics program for his 12th grade year as a full time student. It was over a month into the school year that we received a hint of our problems, and that came through the grape vine. Until that time we assumed Steve’s behavior issues were normal teething pains of settling into a new school environment. We were incorrect.

Midway through the first semester Steve’s family moved to a new school district without informing us. As he drove to school (without permission from the school, and without a license) we did not find out till we contacted the previous sending school with discipline issues. This move caused a disruption of information and services from the new sending school counselors, they being unaware of Steve and his issues. In fact, he had never set foot in their building and had never met their counselors.

Steve is an IEP student from a two-parent middle class home. The modifications called for in the IEP are not outside the normal parameters of half our class. Items such as ‘frequent feedback’ and help with organization are par for the course with us. In reading his IEP no red flags appeared to us.

His attendance was acceptable, missing only ten days his 11th grade year. His grades were acceptable, even if the extra accommodations were taken into account. His IEP revealed that he had been on a work experience program the last semester of his 11th grade year, which is quite unusual for us. On first reading this spoke well for Steve. After more details came to light, it’s most likely he was moved to work experience to remove him from the classroom as a disruption.

During Steve’s first semester with us his discipline issues came to the forefront.
He avoided work with an energy that would have allowed him to complete it more easily than avoiding it. His attention span was minimal, and we clocked it at approximately four minutes on any one task. At the point his attention wandered, so did Steve. He could easily put on several miles a day within the shop, spent wandering from working student to working student, seeking either conversation or conflict.

Steve failed the first marking period with a 54%, an average of 39% for task work, 69% for theory work, and 55% for employability.

The 39% task work grade is an anomaly, as our average student prefers to work hands on and enjoys the task work above all else. Steve proved unable to stay on any task he was given for more than a few minutes. The 69% theory grade is misleading, as it resulted from missed tests, not poor grades on tests. Steve was regularly absent on test days and always seemed to have a reason not to make them up. Towards the end of his time with us the reasons bordered on outlandish and incredible. His 55% employability grade actually reflected our thought that we might be able to work with Steve, if we could just turn him around. His actual earned employability grade would have been in the low 20% range, except we made it artificially higher in an effort to make a passing grade possible for Steve if he would put forth the effort. He did not care to do so, despite promises made to instructors, IU staff, and parents.

By the end of the second marking period with us, when Steve was withdrawn from our program, his grade stood at 24% and falling and he had missed over thirty days of school from absences and suspensions.

During Steve’s initial time with our program we did not write up his discipline issues, preferring to deal with them in house. It was only after he proved disruptive and upsetting to other students that both his sending school and the IU staff requested we document each issue. As a result, Steve gathered seven discipline referrals and two suspensions in one month’s time. These ranged from simple things like using a cell phone in class, up to racial threats at inanimate objects and stealing food from the IU staff.

Excerpts from E-mails between the IU facilitator and this author may shed some light on the situation. Some small portions of the mountain of messages follow.

XXXXX and XXXX,
I’ve been giving some thought to Steve, and how to get his attention and get him on track.
He doesn’t seem to think his position is serious (Failed first MP at 54%, failing second at 24%).
I have spoken at length with his mother and it seems his parents are at wits end too.
I’d like to get his attention, and here is what I thought of: Within the discipline system I have the option of writing level one’s for not doing assigned tasks. It’s one I have almost never used.
Since Steve has given us NO completed task work this marking period, no matter how much we redirect him, he certainly qualifies. I will tell him (today) I will begin writing a level one report for not working on assigned tasks every day he doesn’t show me some work completed. He understands the system and knows that will rack up to a level two quickly, and move to suspensions pretty fast as well.

This is the only thing I can think of to get his attention and encourage him to quit playing around.

XXXXX, please share this with Cocalico and lets make sure everyone is Ok with it.

As background, his latest fun is to rearrange our class assigned seating without asking, moving students names around the room. Things like this are getting pretty disruptive and other students are voicing their disgust.
Also, Steve needs to complete the last two tests and has refused to do so. Would you mind seeing if he’ll work with you on the tests? I would not like him to leave the class here, as we saw how he acted the last time you tried to help the class.


And another excerpt:

XXXXX,

Steve XXXXX has a 36% right now, with only a few days left till midterms.
33% task work, 25% theory, and 50% work ethic (the 50% is an unearned gift).

Normally, and average for right now, students should be at 70/80% as I am counting in their large report grade right now.

Could Steve pass the marking period? With super human effort, yes I have seen it done before.
That said, he failed first marking period in much the same way, only he wasn’t as bad off as he is now. For the first marking period he had the time and ability to recover and pass, but chose not to. This was after the multiple times we tried to redirect and intervene and his promises he would get to work.

Steve is certainly intelligent enough to succeed in the program, but he shows no interest in being here or doing the work. He spends his time wandering around, now beginning to interfere with other students. This has not gone unnoticed and Steve is not making friends with those trying to stay on task. It’s almost like he’s trying to get in trouble now, as this behavior was not evident during the first marking period.

Without extreme changes in his attitude and effort, I think Steve is unlikely to pass this marking period. In that case he will probably fail the program
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E-mails such as these track his fall throughout the time he was with our program. It was not that Steve did not get help. It was that he simply did not wish to do the work and would put more effort into avoiding it than the actual work would have taken.

Instructor contacts with Steve’s parents were at first frustrating and unhelpful, with the mother especially acting as an enabler. They would refuse to back up the school on discipline issues, and professed to believe Steve was without flaws.
Later conversations took another route, with the Steve’s mother breaking down into tears, saying they were at wits end and had never been able to motivate Steve to behave in acceptable ways. His father stated that he washed his hands of Steve, and he was on his own. Between both parents there was assembled a story of a lifetime of behavioral issues and problems in school. They had reached the emotional end of their rope and Steve was quite literally going to be “on his own”.

It would be normal to wish for a happy ending, but none will be found in this case. Steve was removed from our program at the end of the second marking period a week before his failure would have removed any possibility of his graduating. His sending school placed Steve in a work-study program from which he coasted out his senior year and graduated high school.

The failure in the system was allowing Steve to enter the Automotive Mechanics program at all. It’s a fairly rigorous and demanding program with a heavy workload, much of it self directed. Had the selection process been followed, Steve would not have been set up for failure as he was. Considering his emotional needs and combative attitude, he really stood no chance in the program.

Later investigation showed that Steve had not been part of the selection process at all, and had simply been placed in the program by administrative directive. Back channel sources tell us this was done mostly at the request of the sending school, which simply did not want Steve back under any circumstances.

A classic case of ‘dumping’ with terrible results for all concerned except the original sending school.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Steak.......


This afternoon, on the way home, I had the urge for a steak. It's been a while since I had a simple, honest, steak. I've earned a steak. I can afford a steak. I know how to cook a steak properly.

The photo says it all. Click on it to drool in larger format.... best cover your keyboard first.


Thin stuff lately..

My blogging will be light for a while as I am swamped right now.

Call off the dogs, don't pay the ransom, and have a good week.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Yes, you are at the right place!

No, not a mistake. Yes, this is Mal-fits, or at least was.
I'm changing it to suit my life now......with help.

Why is life like this?


Ten minutes after filing an electronic report on an evaluation, which notes some missing paperwork.... said missing paperwork shows up in the school mail.

Is there some twisted semi-omnipotent creature in charge of things like that?
One with limited powers... just enough to control ironic timing.
If I burn a few important papers in an offering, would it be appeased?

I envision a Pratchettian 'god', lika Anoyia..... maybe named 'Chumpia'.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Things seen.......




Nice morning for a ride.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Some days, the touristas ALL drive like this....

Some old friends found their way home....





Trickling in.....

Old friends coming to join me, and share my hours.
Some are friends as yet unmet, but all are welcome.

I seldom pass up browsing used books, and seldom pass up buying a few when they are wanted. It's a weakness of mine, one of many.

Click on the images to embiggen and read titles....

Breakfast skillet.........

I cooked for everyone here this morning.
You can guess the ingredients from the photos...


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Friday, March 21, 2008

A quiet moment of happiness.....


Guess what I did today?


Thursday, March 20, 2008

Meme: Passion Quilt



Ok, so she tagged me. It's an educators Meme.... so I guess it fits. Thing is, the rules say to tag five other teachers..... and I don't know any other blogging teachers but her and the ones she already tagged! I'll play.... but will fail on the tagging end.

The photo: '1000 hours', that being how much work can go into two top fuel cylinder heads.

THE RULES:

Post a picture or make/take/create your own that captures what YOU are most passionate for students to learn about.

Give your picture a short title.

Title your blog post “Meme: Passion Quilt.”

Link back to this blog entry. (Hers is: Cranky Prof)

Include links to 5 (or more) educators.


One thing I try most to drive home to my students.... is to think about the results of what they do. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, will have some result.
Each and every choice we make shapes our futures, and the future of those around us.

In fact, we are the product of our own choices....... and what we are and what we become can be laid solely at our own feet.

To young people who for the most part have been allowed to drift through life without consequence for their actions, or been told it's 'not their fault', this can be a hard pill to swallow.

If I do nothing else all school year but get this one concept across... I have done them a service that will last them their entire lives.

Why the photo above? In taking students to NHRA drag racing, I point out the care that goes into preparing the vehicles. Working quietly, carefully, and professionally each car is lovingly set up and serviced by technicians who know the race will begin and end on the least detail.... and it's all on their shoulders.
This is a sobering lesson.....



Teaching


Sometimes, the hardest job of teaching is to let the students
make the mistakes they must, in order to learn from them.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Arthur C. Clark has died............... damn.

There is no easy way to say that.....

A great master has passed.

I hope he finds his garden in Rama waiting for him........

HMMMmmmmmm..............

Sweet Italian sausage browned, then cooked slow with a dab of butter. Chopped onion caramelizing in the pan, and a mound of Bella mushrooms on top.

Sprinkle on red pepper flakes, parsley flakes, sliced garlic, black pepper, and some longing glances.

Cover with a plate and steam a few minutes till the red pepper permeates it all, and the dog faints in anticipation.

Consider.........


I understand there will be arguments regarding the application of the second amendment today, before the supreme court. This has caused some thoughts to flow in my tired old brain.....

"A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed. "

The first consideration should be this....... before we do anything else, we must decide whether or not the Constitution and the Bill of Rights have meaning to us, as written. Without this mutual consent, there is no reason to discuss the meaning of the second amendment.

If we stipulate the Bill of Rights is, and should remain, the basis of our rule of law, then we can continue.

If we are so agreed, the next consideration is one of meaning. What does the Second amendment to the US Constitution mean? (Notice, I do capitalize the titles of both documents as I regard them of supreme importance).

Taken by itself, the meaning of the second part seems clear and in keeping with the rest of the document. 'The people' are widely and universally regarded as meaning the individual people making up the citizens of the United States of America. Again, taken by itself, it would seem the second part of the amendment clearly states that individuals shall not have their right to bear arms infringed upon. It is on this that pro-rights supporters hang their hats; the right recognized is an individual right exactly as stated in other amendments.

Yet, the second part does not stand alone. It is preceded by this: "A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state," which modifies the second part of the statement. It is on this modification that others make their case, stating this 'individual right' is a collective right reserved to the states, unlike any other amendment in the Bill of Rights. Therefor the second amendment would not recognize an individuals right to bear arms, but in fact offers no protection at all for an individual.

There is little argument on the meaning of 'The Militia' as it was meant at the time of authorship. It clearly, and only, meant individual citizens who could be called upon to defend self and community against enemies internal and external. This was the custom and law of the time, and still remains enforceable law to this day across most of the United States. In today's parlance 'The Militia' is often construed to mean the states National Guard. The other side of the coin is the ability, by law, of the Federal government to co-opt the National Guard at will, thus rendering them not a state militia, but a federal military. This would negate the 'right' of the states to maintain their sovereign militias, if the guard is really such.

Let us, for the moment, assume the original definition of 'The Militia' as intended by the framers of the Constitution. That will allow us to move on to another term which I think is badly mistreated and misconstrued by modern folk. That would be the words 'Well Regulated', almost universally taken to mean 'controlled by law' as most modern 'regulations' are treated as having the force of law.

Yet, if we are going to debate the meaning of 'The People', and 'The Militia', how can we scamper past the phrase 'Well Regulated' without a second glance?

Many years ago I was in possession of a dictionary, and a very special one it was. Published and printed in London in 1726, it was titled 'a Horseman's and Farriers Dictionary' and covered terms, phrases, and meanings much as modern encyclopedia would. Not only were the meanings of words detailed, but full explanations were offered along with in depth veterinary medical and mechanical descriptions. This book has since passed into the keeping of the Farriers Association, or at least their president of the time some fifteen years ago.

I mention this book, because in enjoying reading it's odd phrasing and spelling, I was given a solid view into the minds of the time. Being a life long shooter and interested in the application of the second amendment, one phrase jumped out to me. It takes little effort to guess; the phrase was 'Well Regulated'.

Taken from a trades manual of the time period during which the Bill of Rights was being written, that phrase meant 'Well Equipped' as in 'A well regulated team of horses shall have reins and traces of good quality and proper length'. It most certainly did not mean 'regulated' as in determined by law, but 'regulated' as in fitted properly and professionally with quality equipment.

If the second amendment of the Bill of Rights is read with the words 'Well Regulated' taken in this light, it throws the whole meaning into fresh territory.

"A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed. "
now means, in today's terms:
"Properly equipped and armed citizens being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed".


Take these examples of 'well regulated' from the time period, as provided by
Brian T. Halonen

The following are taken from the Oxford English Dictionary, and bracket in time the writing of the 2nd amendment:

1709: "If a liberal Education has formed in us well-regulated Appetites and worthy Inclinations."

1714: "The practice of all well-regulated courts of justice in the world."

1812: "The equation of time ... is the adjustment of the difference of time as shown by a well-regulated clock and a true sun dial."

1848: "A remissness for which I am sure every well-regulated person will blame the Mayor."

1862: "It appeared to her well-regulated mind, like a clandestine proceeding."

1894: "The newspaper, a never wanting adjunct to every well-regulated American embryo city."

The phrase "well-regulated" was in common use long before 1789, and remained so for a century thereafter. It referred to the property of something being in proper working order. Something that was well-regulated was calibrated correctly, functioning as expected. Establishing government oversight of the people's arms was not only not the intent in using the phrase in the 2nd amendment, it was precisely to render the government powerless to do so that the founders wrote it.



"Properly equipped and armed citizens being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed".

Now that is a horse of a different color.... and worthy of further debate.....
Might I even say...... "Supremely worthy of debate"?







Monday, March 17, 2008

A weekend of life reborn.....


Ok.... the weekend would be difficult to go into detail about.

Let's leave it mostly to this.... it's exactly what I needed in my life now. Life reborn.... and I feel really, really.... good right now.

What I can do is show some of the food that passed me way.






Wednesday, March 12, 2008

What a week!

What is today? .... Monday part three... or what?
Seems like there are 143 work hours shoved into this week, all of them
in the category known as 'interesting'. Late tonight, late tomorrow.....
Twelve or fourteen hour days. Someone with a tie asked me today, so I
added up. I do an average of ten days a month at fourteen hours.
Yes, two weeks a month working more than half the hours in each day.
Yup... teachers got it easy..... sure..... RIiiiight...... (g)

But, that's okay. See.... I'm taking the whole weekend off. In fact, I'm taking
more than a weekend off. Adding a day or so to each end.
No papers due, no reports, no grades, no moving things, no confrontations.
It's time for a long ride. Peaceful, quiet, thoughtful, and long......

I'll probably freeze my cell phone in a block of ice and leave it in a cooler.
Vivaldi and Tull on the CD player. Next stop..... wherever I please.
Oh, look at the squirrel! Time for a break...

Go West old man.....

I expect to, and intend to, smile more often. I might, just might, actually grin
a few times. Since I'll be alone in the truck, I might sing a few verses.
I'll probably wave at a cow along the way, just to be friendly. Don't tell anyone.

Yes, they will be plenty of problems still here when I get back... I know that.
It's all good. I'm a rock. I can deal with it.

This weekend.... is my celebration of life. My declaration of a future worth living for. I'm so excited... like a kid at Christmas! My present, and future, are waiting for me. I can't wait to unwrap it.

Oh.... probably shouldn't have to mention this...... I won't be posting for a few days.
(insert really big, happy, grin right here.......). (Ooops... scared a few students).

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Squeaky and TD..... another meeting of minds


It's happened again.... another Internet meeting of the minds.
Unlike good 'ol sweaty romance in meat land, Internet hook-ups
start in the head. Talking, sharing, getting to know one another....

There's been a number of get-togethers amongst the gun bloggers I frequent.
In fact, it seems to be more common than otherwise, whether platonic or more involved.

Who says the Internet is a cold, heartless place?

I can speak to this in detail, and maybe will one day.
For now.... good luck Squeaky and TD!
Whoooo Hoooooo!


Sunday, March 9, 2008

Gun show wrap up....

The gun show today was a bust. Dead quiet. The opening rush
turned out to be an opening trickle.... and the after church crowd
went to Friendly's for ice cream I think. I made two minor sales, both
to other dealers. I turned down a half dozen offers, also from dealers.
Still... made it another 100 pages in the history of the Battle for Stalingrad.

My son was supposed to go to the show with me today. I arranged with his
mom to pick him up at 6:30, and go to breakfast. He was up for the idea yesterday... but when I arrived the house was dark. A quick phone call roused her... and she said she didn't forget the time change, just nobody got up.

Oh.......

I asked the boy if wanted to get up, or come down later. A sleeping 13 year old boy only has one answer to that..... "later".

Later never happened. That effected me more than I thought it would.

Some notes from the gun show....
  • Straw sales are fun to watch, especially with youths who.... shall we say.... are a bit out of place for the show. Three times I watched this trio make the attempt.... only to get shot down after much waiting and background checking. One of them..... was just bleeping hilarious. He played with his cell phone so much he got it locked up from improper password violations. He actually called 911 and asked them to connect him to ATT! I am NOT making this up! Later, he used all his strength to try and draw the sword blade from it's sheath...... on a solid wood practice sword. I almost choked.....
  • Overheard in conversation: "The gubmints plan is to send all our troops overseas to Iraq and other places, then bring in the UN to guard our ports and stuff. While our troops are away, the UN and the French will go around and collect all the guns from the American people, using the different colored 'yield' signs to find their way...... (me: Blink.....Blink.... alrighty then! Oh look, a customer! Gotta go now....).
  • NO.... I will NOT reduce the price on the Gerber boot knife because you used a jewelers loop to find a microscopic knick in the edge. In fact, watch me scrape it on this here cement block wall a few times. Now.... go away..... far away.
  • Young kids deserve good things happening to them sometimes... like finding a youth sized PSE compound bow with a price that turned out to be mis marked... and in reality is exactly how much they have in their pocket at that moment. Just amazing, that.... nobody was more surprised than I......
  • When doing the show to build the cash stash... it's a good idea to leave the cash at home if possible. That way, the Chinese mauser with the intact dust shield won't temp you, nor will the Swedish mauser with a #1 bore wear and near mint condition metal. Also that Hakim with a decent bore will stop calling your name..... and the Winchester Garand will leave you alone too. Also, the Bannerman Krag sporter you stared at for two days will not be an issue at bank deposit time.
  • Prices get better closer to closing time, but not on the 7.5x55 Swiss ammo you really wanted. It still stays at the silly $1 per round it started at Friday night.
I sold a few items.... mostly a handful of H+R rifles and shotguns. Things I haven't used in years. My gun safe will be roomier as a result.... and nature abhors a vacuum, or even a low pressure zone. Time will cure that ache, I'm sure.


Saturday, March 8, 2008

Gun show yard sale, day one


I did not buy a thing!

Well, I did buy a book for $5 and an apple dumpling for lunch.
The book..... because I forgot reading material. My choice: 'Enemy at the gate'.
Not the book/movie, but a historical accounting of the siege on Stalingrad.

The show was busy in the morning, and I did ok. I sold some long guns
that I won't miss terribly (NO mil-surps!). Also some ammo, and reloading gear for calibers I don't own anymore. Mostly fun, and surprisingly few morons attending.
The afternoon was slow.... maybe because it rained like mad. You maybe heard the phrase cats and dogs? Lets try saber tooth werewolves.

I made it about 100 pages into the book.

Money wise, I'm doing okay. The amount isn't critical, but the point is.
Doing this means I'll be putting a chunk in my brandy-new savings account.
It's a way point for me...... on the road to financial accountability, maturity, sanity...... peace. I'm giving up some 'things' in exchange for my future.
It's an act of faith in myself, and where I'm going.

But... there is a five line 1891 Mosin there, with the original bayonet......
Give me strength!


One of the fold discovered....


A friend told me today.... (her dog is named Thunder, as seen below) that the mailman suggested she get another one.... and name it Lightning.
Ah HA! One of the fold.... another Pratchett fan!

Today and tomorrow.... manning a table at the gun show. MUST remember...
Sell... don't buy. Sell... don't buy. Sell..DON'T BUY!

Friday, March 7, 2008

Teach tips, tricks, and techniques #4631




Teachers have ways.....

One of my 'techniques' is to wash my truck. Usually before class begins for real, but after students are mostly here. Sometimes at the end of the day.

Now.... what in the heck does washing a truck have to do with teaching the class?

Glad you asked!

A lot of what we do is 'modeling' behavior. What we want them to do, we must first show them in ourselves. Cool... we can do that. In washing my truck, I show them someone taking care of good equipment properly. I show them someone caring about a job enough to do it right. I show them that if they want a job done, they most likely have to do it themselves.

Washing the truck? A low pressure and fun situation that has very little to do with our program. I'm just washing my truck.... and how the students react can tell us volumes. Do they volunteer to help? With a good class, I won't get any farther than unrolling the hose before they take over. Sometimes, they'll ask if they can help me, and I still stay involved. They'll usually joke about 'It's going to rain tomorrow!' and that opens room to talk about taking care of a nice vehicle. Sometimes... it's 'Hey, will you do mine next?' which gets a 'NO, but you can!'.

During a truck wash session, I have found out things about my kids. One time... a student revealed that he had no dad, and no one had ever taught him how to wash a car before. It meant a lot to him, and me.

This morning, I washed my truck.

No one offered to help.

Sigh........... first time that has ever happened. One student asked if I wasn't cold, then complained about how cold his car is to drive now that he's removed the heating system to save weight (so he can get yet one more ticket for speeding and lose his license for good). I think he actually expects someone to keep him warm.

Double sigh...............

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Wireless Baby!


Ahhhhh... that is MUCH better.....
On the way home today I picked up a cheap Linksys wireless
router. Took about twenty minutes to set up and secure, and now
I am free to roam the house with my notebook, all linked up.
In a few weeks, as I set up my own living room/office type space, my
desktop PC is wireless as well.

Sweet...... I missed that freedom. Spreading my papers across the dining
table and working there while linked to school...... using the notebook while
relaxing outside.....

And..... as I will be living here a while a network router was needed. That, or
fish Cat5 cable through crawl spaces, and decent cable costs more than a wireless
router.

I'm going to curtail comments on 'her' now.... the blog is public again and some
things don't need any more air time.


An offer, soon accepted


The folks I am staying with made an offer.... a bedroom and my own living room, use of the house/garage/pool/kitchen/laundry/etc for $XXX.xx a month. Figures out to be about half what a crappy one bedroom apartment would cost per month, all told.

I thought about it a bit, and tonight I'll accept. It gives me time to put some cash in the bank, and not rush into an 'acceptable' rental. It starts with the first... and I'll be moving a few things into the rooms. Gun safe, books, computer/office stuff, ......... such things.

For three, six, nine months it will be fine. The pressure is off.

I know they are being kind, and I am grateful to them for it.
But... I asked if my taking out the trash and cleaning the windows had anything to do with it. She answered 'no' with a laugh... but hesitated first :-)

Oh.... this blog is going public again shortly. I'm over the whiny stuff and the reason it went private is fading away slowly.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Stack-0-Cash doings

Our club is having it's semi annual gun show this weekend.
As of last night, I have a table reserved. The last table in the place (g).
I'll be there offering some excellent bargains and bantering to fellow local shooters, both Saturday and Sunday.

"Get'cher 8mm ammo here! Need a nice Mauser buddy? Only shot by a little old soldier on Sundays! Mosin, Mosin, Mosin, everybody gotta own a Mosin!"



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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Replay.....

Find myself listening to this again.....


On a night when you are lonely and blue... some things just fit.

I just created a 'BB King' channel on my Pandora radio site...


Thanks to Lawdog!

To own this, I MIGHT live in the truck a while.
Wow..... now thats a very kewl idea.....
Not sure I would want full auto (empty in OH CRAP seconds).


Thoughts of the day....


I was shipped to another campus for the day for a special project, which
I finished quicker than planned. That means I was cut loose early.
Freedom..... and all I did was go home :-(

One thing I did have today was time to think, and add numbers, and
hit myself forcefully about the head.

The numbers I added were the costs of initial acquisition on an apartment/house rental, along with all the little blood sucking goodies that go with it. Things like electricity, telephone, heat.... things like that. No matter how it's massaged, I end up with numbers a few grand higher than my worldly fortune right now.

Let me answer the question right now.... I am coming from a relationship where finances were considered thus: "How much do we have now, and will have in the future? Good, lets spend it all plus some extra". After two decades of trying to change that, it turned into one of the reasons I left. I think it might have been the money that really struck to my heart, because it hammered on a respect issue.
The day she came home from a shopping expedition to Costco, with lots of what I call unnecessary things, and I equated the hundreds spent to my time working evenings as well as days. That really hurt... and it sunk in that no matter how hard I worked, how much I brought home, it would never be enough.

I left with a few hundred in cash. Thats it. I got that, not by taking from the 'budget', but by selling a firearm of my own. I make good money.... but it went into an ever widening black hole without end. That has stopped now.
I'll contribute to the family funds, but only after figuring out what I need to live.
I can live simply, and very much wish to. Will it be enough for her? No.... and I have come to not care. Simply because I now realize the truth... it will never be enough, no matter how much it is.

So..... after some heavy head scratching and number battles with my pride, I have come to the conclusion I'm going to be a house guest a while.

I think my friends figured that out before they invited me... and have been waiting for me to figure it out myself. That is likely why they have been reinforcing the welcome every few days. It took this long for my pride to subside to reality.

Damn.

Yes, I have had friends offer funds... and the same pride rears up. It's a balance.... accept cash and pay off that debt, or accept living here some months till I stack up my own cash. That is a debt in another form besides hard cash. Neither decision is easy. I'm not happy with either one. Neither feels right.
But... short of a lottery windfall (g) it's a decision to be made, and right now.

I think I better stop looking for a place right now and concentrate on straightening out my personal finances and stacking up cash. That feels like a personal defeat. On the other hand... I was mentally prepared to live out of the truck if need be, as long as it put me on the road to recovery.

My friend here just asked me why I'm putting my pride in front of their offer of a home as long as I want it. I don't have a good answer for that


Monday, March 3, 2008

Fine mood this evening....


Wish I had someone to share it with..... up close.
Yes, my friends are here... but I'm not going to snuggle on a couch with them :-)
Maybe the dog......

Had a good day, student wise. Went like clock work. They all screwed up on schedule, we backed up the whole program a few days, right on schedule.
They are so cute when they get that big empty expression..... en-masse.
They seriously blew a quiz.... only 15 questions, but the first one of our state inspection section. Unlike any test they have had yet.... very simple.
I write down a term, they write down the definition. The exact definition, by the book, as written by the DOT. Most got more than five wrong, which means we start the whole section over.

Bwahahahaha! They shoulda paid attention the first time!

Right on schedule....... lol. Now they will pay closer attention, or we'll let them fail this part of the program. This one is for the money, and we'll be damned if they'll get an inspection license without earning it. If they can't deal with our crap, they'll never be able to do proper safety inspection to our satisfaction.

Past that... this evening....... had a long hot shower.... and on my second
cup of double strength black tea.

I'm just feeling good this evening..... I've had my days 'evil' period, had a good dinner, enjoying time vicariously with a special one....


Sunday, March 2, 2008

I realized....


I'm doing nothing but lightweight posting now......

The thing is, I'm getting past the whiny 'whoa is me' stage and moving
towards the 'Oh boy, a brand new life!' stage. Road blocks abound, but they
can be dealt with.

Ok, I'm living in the spare room of some friends, and slowly moving my belongings to storage. (Today, a truckload that seemed to be mostly ammunition and shooting stuff....). Yes..... it's sparse right now, and yes there is lots of emotional upsetedness to deal with as well.

The thing is..... it's mostly new road from here. I need to save some $, then find a place to live, build a new home for myself even if rented. A new life, in so many ways. I have ideas, thoughts, visions if you will.

I read some of Walden today.... now more than ever I understand a bit of what the man had to say. Live simpler... live on purpose..... live with a purpose.
There are so many 'things' I am happy to shed. Things I never enjoyed, but more like 'put up with'. Things that sucked life from.....life.

No.... I haven't been posting heavy, or heavily. Right now I am adjusting to a new reality. It precludes taking the time to think deeply about other topics.
I haven't posted on the political silly season.... on the legal shenanigans
happening in our area.... not even on the ability of some humans to entertain others simply by being themselves.

Right now... I am slowly beginning to explore a life that can be.... will be......
Living as I want to.... being with who I want to.... loving who I want to.....

I think.... for quite a while.... my posting will be about building a new life.


Meet Thunder



Saturday, March 1, 2008

I make a lousy house guest, or maybe a good one.






This afternoon I got restless. Even when I am lazy, I am lazy while doing something. Today, here, I had nothing to do. Me with nothing to do is a bad situation.

I started cleaning a bit. Woodwork. Pots/pans. The coffee pot. The stove.
Then, since it was a clean cook top, and it's a Viking range, and I've never cooked on a Viking before... I cooked.

Texmati rice, toasted with butter, then done in a pressure cooker with browned sausage, crisp bacon, butter, and spicy orange sauce.

No pictures of the final product.... they got home just as it got done, and it was
eaten by people standing in the kitchen. I had no time to grab the camera after the pot was opened. (Too busy shoveling my own share in).

I can sit around and be lazy, if I have someone to do it with. That's been a few years. Lacking that, I need to do something. Funny thing is, I really am a lazy person. I'm just not good at being lazy.

Purple stones.....