Me being a bit of nerd is nothing new here. At Blevins on Sunday we talked about Neil deGrasse Tyson and his book The Pluto Files. I’ve always thought that he was one of the smartest folks out there but he’s funny about it, which makes him almost a hero in my eyes.
So I suppose it won’t surprise you that I have NdGT merch. Of course not! My first purchase was a t-shirt with a funny physics phrase (well, I think it’s funny anyway):
About a year after I got the t-shirt, I saw a solar system bracelet on an NdGT site and I really liked it a lot. I don’t do a ton of jewelry but I do like to wear bracelets when I get “dressed up”. But the bracelet had a $35 price tag on it and it didn’t have Pluto – two strikes are enough for an out in my world.
So I did the next best thing – I made my own. I started with a very cheap ($4) solar system bracelet that I found on line. This had beads that I liked for most of the planets.
Then I supplemented it at my local Bead Hive and also used a coil bracelet wire (another $6). I like the coil style because it’s comfortable, easy to put on and let’s you use way more beads! It’s really hard to tell in the photo but I put all the planets in order after the sun and even put a star between Mars and Jupiter to represent the asteroid belt. And, of course, I added Pluto. Sorry to all the other dwarf planets for leaving them out. I filled in the spaces between the planets with little black beads and more stars – not to scale obviously.
This is probably my favorite bracelet – I can wear it with just about everything except maybe an outfit all of pale pink and it only cost me $10 to make to my exact specifications. Luckily I don’t have any all pale pink outfits, so I’m good on all fronts?
Do you wear t-shirts? Any good slogans? Ever made jewelry for yourself?
It came out in 2000 on CBS and for reasons that I don’t understand, although it’s been 26 years, there have been 51 seasons. I never watched it; it just didn’t pique my interest. There was some reality tv prior to that, but I think of Survivor as the true onset of what is still just a bleak landscape to me.
Technically I had watched reality tv for years – all in the form of cooking shows. After Survivor, slowly competitive cooking shows began to make an appearance. Not like any competition of the past in which a few folks cooked and there was one winner. That was it. No throwing someone off, week after week until just one is left standing. I hate this. Truly hate this. If I see any of the following words in a cooking show title, I’m not watching – bake-off, cook-off, battle, class, contender, wars. There are probably others but this is what I can think of off the top of my head. I did make an exception awhile back; so many folks assured me that The Great British Bake Off was “different” that I watched a couple of episodes (the season with Nadiya Hussain). It wasn’t different enough for me. The whole “throwing one person off” is just too brutal for me.
What this means is that I don’t watch much Food Network or Cooking Channel these days – almost everything seems to be some sort of competition. Throwing someone off still seems to be all the rage. What’s left? Shows like Carnival Eats, Pioneer Woman, Girl Meets Farm and a small handful of “how is it made” types of shows like Food Factory and “where should I eat” shows like Cheap Eats.
I was kind of hoping that there would be a swing away from these competitive shows after two+ decades, but it doesn’t seem to be happening any time soon. I’d even watch Julia Child’s French Chef if I could find it!
Do you watch any cooking shows? (It’s ok if you like The Great British Bake-Off – I know I’m in the minority). Do you ever try out anything you see?
We’ve been gone for a week. Returned to one last day of nice weather before it gets hot again.
Where were we?
Every restaurant was so loud you couldn’t have a conversation. We postulate the ambient noise level was so loud that everyone else has to get louder.
A cool ceiling at this resturant.
Decor at the same place.
There are many wonderful parks, lots of free green space, art, and statues.
It seems like we had a hard time figuring out the subway ticket system but we got around and managed to make do with the kindness of strangers and only losing money on one ticket system I still haven’t figured out what I bought that didn’t work. Que sera sera
Took a Commuter train to visit a couple attractions. First time for that for us.
Sunday after the World Cup finals, one train was packed, but everyone was very nice. We laughed about how tight we were crammed in there. Kelly and I joked a full train on Sunday is probably different than a full train on Thursday at 5:00 PM. The Wednesday 5 PM train was full, and seemed to skip one stop, and at the next stop, which was the one we wanted, only one door opened and we couldn’t get there before it closed and the train moved on. Daughter was VERY put out. A guy on the train said “I have missed so many stops…”
Traffic lights seem to only be a suggestion to some people.
A few more street signs would be really helpful.
I didn’t pack any shirts with sleeves!
We travelled there as Kelly had a work conference. We all had a few vacation days together before she had to ‘work’ work. Daughter and I made our own fun after that. Saw some movies – in 3D!- and had a good time.
Ice cream coma
My steps the last week average about 8500. Daughter, constantly moving, averages 12,000 a day.
We had lots of help on the farm to keep things in hand.
The chicken from last week still has some chicks left; I haven’t gotten a good count as they’re hiding in the tall grass. But maybe 5 out of her 13. We’ve always said, the real world is a tough place for chicks.
And now we have multiple baby guineas.
At least guineas are good at co-parenting.
We want more guineas, but didn’t want to stick a guest with baby chick care. So we’ll see. The photo was from Tuesday when the Palawan’s saw them. I haven’t found them yet on Friday. Kelly saw them briefly, and then the mom seems to hide them so she can get out and eat. That’s kind of unusual.
Padawan 1 is broke, so I left him a list of projects. Darn if those missing soft skills don’t make it harder than it had to be for both of us as I had to remind him to do a few jobs, and offer help by text when he’d ask questions. And he made a few jobs harder. Which is how we learn, right? P2 came out few times too. I’m not sure how much I’m paying them for work, or how much was goofing around. Well, QSS all over again.
Thanks to Rick and Betty for picking up the mail. Thanks to John and Tamsin for taking care of the chickens, Tamsin, and the dogs, John. Gracie and Evan house sat and watered flowers.
I’m hoping to get the oats harvested Saturday. It’s still standing good, which is great, but the grass in it is getting bad. That only means it will combine a little tougher (because a combine harvester doesn’t like green stuff) and the straw windrow will have to dry out before I can bale it.
The corn got sprayed with fungicide by helicopter. Corn fungus’ have become a big issue the last few years as they move up from the south and the hot weather acerbates the issue.
I’ll post a few more photos after the location has been determined.
EVER HOUSE SAT? OR HAD HOUSE SITTERS? TELL US ABOUT IT
I read with rather horrified amusement about a traffic problem in Fargo that occurred on July 11th. The incident took place on I-94 on the border between Fargo and West Fargo on a very busy section of the highway. The exits on that stretch of the highway lead to major retail areas and the big Sanford Hospital.
As in many communities there is a lot of construction this summer happening in Fargo. The eastbound lanes on I-94 were reduced to one lane for construction. The police and highway patrol got calls around 2:30 pm that there was a complete blockage of the one eastbound lane by debris that had fallen out of a truck.
A trucker had apparently braked suddenly for slowing traffic not realizing that the rear door to the trailer he was hauling had opened. Approximately 15 well aged bison carcasses slid out of the trailer onto the highway. The trucker seemingly didn’t know what had happened and continued driving east. He wasn’t identified until 7 hours later. It is thought he was heading to a rendering plant in Long Prairie. The available news is unclear whether he was fined for the incident.
The West Fargo Fire Department, State Troopers, and Highway Department workers all cleaned up the mess and sanitized the roadway. I can’t imagine how awful that must have been, or what they did with the debris. I just hope it wasn’t too hot out.
What is the biggest mess you have ever had to clean up?
Every summer I spend a long weekend with one of my besties, who lives in Madison. We always have a great time but I’m always amazed at how different these trips are from other trips, especially the ones I take with YA.
On Friday night we went to Susan’s favorite Mexican restaurant. I’ve been there before with her and it’s nice. On Saturday we went up to the capital building early for the Dane County Farmers Market. I got my five loaves of Chili Cheese bread, a bunch of corn, a slice of purple yam pie, squeaky cheese curds, a massive cinnamon roll and a dozen peanut coconut donut holes. Sunday night we went to her favorite pizza place – I got a tomato pie (similar to a margarita) – yummy.
That’s the most active we were. The entire remainder of weekend was reading, doing jigsaw puzzles, yakking and then more reading and yakking. I probably spent 10 hours sitting in a big comfy chair with my books. I finished two books, well actually three if you count the CD that I listened to in the car on the way there and back.
Compared to my usual travels, it was a lazy lazy trip. And I loved it. No to-do list, no normal daily stuff. Just relaxing. As I was doing some errands Tuesday morning, I was already missing that comfy chair!
If you remember, the organization that rescued Freya would not let us adopt her until her spay was done; it’s an inviolable rule of theirs. So technically for the last four weeks we’ve been fostering her. The rescue calls it “Foster to Adopt” and they are very serious about it. You can’t believe how much paperwork there was. Oh, and I got to pay the entire adoption fee right up front.
Anyway, her spay is done and the four-day wait (to make sure there are no complications) is done. We filled out yet one more piece of paper and coughed up one more fee of $5.00 and SHE IS OURS!
In classic fashion around here, we decided to have a little family celebration. In case you can’t read it, the banner says “Freya’s Fur-Ever Home”. I made a little cake (some dog food loaf iced with whipped cream cheese). The #1 candle is because we are her #1 fur-ever home. We put her rabies tag and her new name tag on her collar.
Collar & Cake
She thought the little cake was just yummy; we only let her eat about a quarter of it so she doesn’t get an upset tummy. The rest is in the fridge to be doled out over the next few days.
According to New of the Weird this week, in some parts of Russia, men are running personal ads. Not those kind of personal ads! They are running ads are “barbecue companions”. Apparently it’s exactly what it says – someone to come over to your house for barbecue, beer and conversation. The men are charging anywhere between $13 and $65. They higher end companions can include preparing the grill, grilling the meat, setting up a tend and acting as a buddy. One such ad said “I’ll help you organize barbecues and camping, keep you company, and grill some meat. Jokes and anecdotes are also included,” This seems to be on the up and up. Only marketing to men and are meant to be one-time services – not an invitation to friendship. If someone wants to hire the barbecue buddy’s services again, they have to pay for it. Russian restaurateur Evgeny Demchenko said “From a business perspective, this is absolutely natural: if there’s an unmet need, a service will emerge.”
It feels a little sad to me. Don’t Russian men have any friends? If I volunteered to grill, I’m pretty sure I’d have folks lining up. Especially if the weather is nice.
Does having a barbecue companion hold any allure for you? What do you like to grill?
Two of the drive-throughs that YA and I frequent (especially in the summer) are Taco Bell and Dairy Queen. About eight months ago Taco Bell installed a chat bot to ask people if they are checking in using their Taco Bell app. I do have the app (it occasionally rewards me with a free burrito or fiesta potatoes) so the chat bot has actually been a good reminder to me to have the phone handy so I can give them the check-in code. At that point the system switches over to a live person to take your order.
About four months back, Dairy Queen went to a fully automated ordering system at their drive-through. I bristled at the idea but not enough to boycott my Dilly bars. Since YA and I are creatures of habit at Dairy Queen, it’s pretty simple and we haven’t had any ordering disasters.
Then two weeks ago I was by myself, getting my Dilly bar, and the automated voice had a southern drawl. I kid you not. It threw me for a loop and I spent the next hour or so trying to think back; had I completely missed that before? Then the following week when we were there, it was a male voice with a midwestern accent. I breathed a sigh of relief – I wasn’t going crazy. Then yesterday, it was a woman’s voice, but not the southern woman.
Of course, this leaves me with a bunch of questions. How many automated voice options are there? Who chooses which voice for the day (the manager, the person who opens, corporate office)? Or does the computer randomly pick voices during the course of the day? If a particular voice gets complaints, can they change it at the store level? Are the voices patterned after particular people or just AI-generated? What happens if you don’t want to order from a chat bot? Can you simply repeat “representative” until the computer gives up?
Any chat bots/automated systems driving you crazy? Or that you’ve made peace with?
It’s so hot that I’m using Celsius instead of Fahrenheit just to have a lower number.
It’s so hot I saw the Devil buying an air conditioner.
It’s so hot I almost called my ex so I could be around something shady.
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Another busy week just doing stuff. Meetings and stuff. I didn’t even have the padawans come out.
We had a hen hatch out 13 babies.
13! What was she thinking!!??
I cut grass one afternoon, I watered our new trees. Twice. I cut the grass around the trees.
I got the new steering hose back on the tractor and added 1.5 gallons of hydraulic oil that had leaked out, and I found and tightened a loose bracket underneath from when I ran over that stump earlier this spring, and we’re good to go again.
The corn just keep growing.
The height doesn’t equal better yield, (unless you’re chopping the whole plant for silage), but it doesn’t make the ear or grain any better. It just means the plant had good soil and good moisture.
The oats is ready to be harvested anytime. The sooner the better as the quack grass is overtaking the oats in places. Early reports of harvest is fairly positive. We’ll see.
I get an email every week showing the price of gasoline and diesel fuel.
It was going the right direction…I was starting to think about filling our farm barrel again.
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I have a problem. Well, more of an inconvieniece than a problem: I have a hard time making the peddles work on our lawn mowers. Or anything with a foot pedal operated by the right foot.
Yellow is forward, teal is reverse, and red is brake.
Because that’s the leg I hurt when I was 14 years old. In fact it was July 17 of 1978 when I did that. Forty eight years it’s been broken / messed up. But that stuff never bothers us so much when we’re young does it.
Anyway, my foot doesn’t move much. It’s sort of stuck out at a 45° angle to the right. And I wear a brace to support the ankle. I can’t twist the foot in, or move it up and down much. Meaning on the lawn mower, with the two peddles for forward and reverse next to each other, depending how exactly its built, I can’t twist my foot in to get ONLY the forward pedal, or I can’t push it down enough to move. I’ve made various modifications over the years including attaching a three inch block of wood on the pedal. If I take the brace off, I have more movement, but the foot hurts more too. I’ve tried scooching over and sitting sideways in the seat, but that’s not the best solution.
All this to say, I am working on modifications to the pedals on one of our lawn mowers to get my foot on there.
We use this one for mowing between the trees because it’s a little smaller and fits between the rows better.
This is modification version 3.3 and it’s almost there; I need a vertical block on the right end. That would provide both a stop for my foot, and room to push down without hitting the reverse pedal.
Need a heel rest too.
In a perfect word I’d move the reverse pedal out to give me more room. But that’s a little more involved.
WHAT INCONVIENCES HAVE YOU IN YOUR LIFE? Go ahead, complain for a day. You’re allowed.
About a month ago we had quite a bit of rain and the humidity stayed quite high into the evening. I was delighted to see small lights flit here and there all over the yard, and realized they were fireflies. We also saw them in the woods near our rental a couple of weeks ago near La Crosse. Grandson was entranced. There aren’t many fireflies in Brookings, SD.
It seems fireflies like heat and humidity, and we never had them in ND or in Winnipeg since it is so much drier there. There were tons of them the year we lived in Southern Indiana. We were pretty close to the Kentucky border. It was really hot and humid. The fireflies are my favorite memories from Indiana. Husband did his predoctoral internship there. We moved to Indiana after several years in Winnipeg. It was a pretty awful place after living in Canada. At that time Indiana was considered the most politically corrupt US state. It was very socially conservative. I was glad when our year there was up.
I can’t imagine there weren’t fireflies here in Luverne when I was growing up, but I really have no memory of them. Neither does Boommate. It was great to see them the other night. They seem magical.
Got fireflies? What are the best and worst places you have lived?
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