Originally published at Notes from the bunker.... You can comment here or there.
Was cruising through the ‘second hand/junk/antique’ shops the other day with a buddy and while most of the stuff in those places is useless crap I did come across a couple goodies. In addition to the cheesey decorative oil lamps I found a pair pf Aladdin lamps..a Model C and a Model 12. $45 each, but I’ve no doubt I could shave a few bucks off them if I took the pair.
I have a couple of the Aladdin kerosene lamps and I’ve been pleased with them. They don’t put out as much light as a conventional 60-watt bulb but they put out far more light than those ribbon-wick decorative lamps you see out there. A nice side bonus, at least during the winter months, is that they produce a healthy amount of heat as well.
For my needs, the Aladdin lamps work best with a lampshade to diffuse the light. It’s the difference between a bare bulb hanging from a ceiling and a normal light fixture. One is much more stark and harsh, the other more pleasant and even.
There are brighter lamps out there, mostly the pressurized ones. But I find them noisy and they require more attention than the simple non-pressurized lamps. Kerosene, a terrific fuel for storage, is the obvious choice for us since we have the lamps, heaters and stoves.
Although I really appreciate the kerosene lamps that I have, they really may not be the most efficient alternative to normal lighting. The advances in LED technology really make LED’s the first choice for simple indoor emergency lighting. Aladdin sells a conversion unti that screws into the oil lamps to let them use electricity and a bulb. I wonder how hard it would be to convert one of those to a few high output LED’s and rechargeable D-batts. If I could get a comparable amount of light and runtime (one D-batt equaling one filled tank of kerosene or some similar ratio) then it would make sense to head in that direction.
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The current suicide charge by the Obama administration towards universal health care reminds me of a WW2 movie where fanatic Japanese run up the hill into machine gun fire. Troops fall away until theres only a handful of guys at the top of the hill, the original formidable force reduced to a handful of survivors who have no chance now that their numbers have been thinned. Same thing here…theyre stripping away parts of their plan and patching in others in a desperate attempt to get it passed. The final version wont look anything like what it started out as. And the notion that congress is holding it up to get gimme’s for their votes is, to me, reprehensible. Someone who voted against it initially suddenly changes his tune when $200 million in highway finds gets funneled to his state. That is just blatantly corrupt. If you thought it was a bad idea on first face, why would you suddenly think it’s a good idea after getting a load of cash parachuted into your state?
Fact is, though, the administration has hung their hat on this issue and if they don’t pass it they’ve squandered a huge amount of political capital. Thus, it has to pass at all costs. Will it? I hope it won’t, but I think it will. I’m sure that there are briefs being prepared as we speak to challenge all sorts of things in this plan if it passes.
What does this have to do with the price of Glocks in Montana, you may ask? Don’t look at the health care plan itself. Look at how it’s being ramrodded through, instead. They have the ability and the determination to make this legislation into law and they are willing to do anything to make it happen. Theyre cutting back room deals, handing out taxpayer money, granting favors, making threats, and adopting an ‘at any cost’ attitude. Now, imagine if the bill wasn’t about health care but about, say, reclassifying your AR as a destructive device…or a nationwide handgun registration scheme…or national ID card…or mandatory DNA recordkeeping…or a national sales tax…or any other issue that you and I feel strongly about. Theyre showing that if they feel strongly enough on an issue they will do whatever it takes, throw whoever they need to under the bus, spend as much money as they want, demonize whoever they need to, to make it happen. Imagine that same energy and ruthlessness directed towards an issue you feel strongly about. Scary stuff.
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I read an article today about a trucking company that vanished. Drivers were hauling loads and suddenly found their gas cards cut off and messages telling them to turn their rigs in at the nearest terminal or dealership where they would be given a bus ticket home. It had a very “Atlas Shrugged” feel to it. Im sort of unsurprised, I’ve seen local businesses that folded in the same abrupt manner – employees show up at work on Monday morning and find a note on the door saying that the business is closed for good. I cant even begin to imagine what goes through someones head at a moment like that. We’re all familiar with the oft-touted statement that the average American is only two paychecks away from living in a cardboard box. So here you are, thinking you have a job, you don’t have any real savings, you have a car payment due and you need to get groceries…and when you arrive at your place of work you find the lights off, the furnishings gone and the phone disconnected. Now what? A sign of the times.
The current economic situation is a sad thing, to be sure. Folks are losing their jobs and businesses are going under. But, like new growth after a forest fire, when the economy turns around I think you’ll see tremendous opportunity and potential. Retail space will be a buyers market, the number of businesses vying for sales in many markets will have thinned, new businesses will generate new business, quality employees will be available and eager to work, etc. The trick, of course, is to still be standing once the battle is over so you can take advantage of the ‘new era’ that will follow. That’s going to be the big challenge.
It won’t all roses and light, though. I think everyone is going to be amazingly cautious. Like death camp survivors who spend the rest of their lives never wasting food, I think that once the current economic crisis is over everyone, people and businesses, will be extremely cautious in their spending. It’s to be expected, I think. A business survives by the skin of its teeth so theyre not going to be in any hurry to suddenly take on new loads of debt…in fact, I’d think they’d try to keep their debt load as low as possible while stockpiling as much cash as possible to keep them afloat in case things go south again. Contrarily, some businesses (and individuals) may see the end of the crisis as a perfect opportunity to snatch up things at bargains…businesses, real estate, overhead, inventories, etc, etc.
Bah, humbug. This afternoon, I went out to the truck to install a connector that will allow my little trickle charger to just plug into the battery. During the process, I happened to look inside the truck and noticed none of the LEDs were lit on my plug-in voltmeter. I got out a DVM and checked the battery. 1.9v. Woops!
I couldn't figure out what happened. I'd just driven it yesterday. The only thing I could think of that would drain it so fast would be if I'd left the lights on, and I never do that. I checked the light switch anyway. It was on. Woops! Then I remembered. I've been leaving the hood open so the rodents will stay away, but it's hard to get in front of the truck to open the hood when it's parked in the carport. So I tried something different. I put it in part way, opened the hood, and turned the lights on so I could see under the bottom of the hood and tell how far in I was. Only I forgot to turn out the lights when I got out. Scratch that method...
1.9v is too low for my digital charger to deal with, so I stuck my (really old - like stone age) trickle charger on it. I'll check it out later to see if it charged high enough to run a slow charge overnight with the good charger.
I guess I'm taking the car tonight...
- Mood:disgruntled
- Music:Tom Waits - Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis
Merry Christmas from me and
In other news: not going anywhere for Christmas. Staying in San Francisco, hosting a 10 person orphan dinner. But then going to the Caribbean on a 7 night cruise over New Year's with parents, Sierra, my brother Cole and his girlfriend. Should be fun. :)
- Location:San Francisco, CA
unknown ages from the time when God created the heavens and the earth
and then formed man and woman in his own image.
Several thousand years after the flood,
when God made the rainbow shine forth as a sign of the covenant.
Twenty-one centuries from the time of Abraham and Sarah;
thirteen centuries after Moses led the people of Israel out of Egypt.
Eleven hundred years from the time of Ruth and the Judges;
one thousand years from the anointing of David as king;
in the sixty-fifth week according to the prophecy of Daniel.
In the one hundred and ninety-fourth Olympiad;
the seven hundred and fifty-second year from the foundation of the city of Rome.
The forty-second year of the reign of Octavian Augustus;
the whole world being at peace,
Jesus Christ, eternal God and Son of the eternal Father,
desiring to sanctify the world by his most merciful coming,
being conceived by the Holy Spirit,
and nine months having passed since his conception,
was born in Bethlehem of Judea of the Virgin Mary.
Today is the nativity of our Lord Jesus Christ according to the flesh.
May the peace and blessings of Our Lord Jesus Christ with you this Christmas and always.
For unto us a child is born -- unto us a son is given.
The great gift we have from God of Himself is reason to rejoice. What wonder and mystery and grace! May the eyes of our understanding being enlightened, that we may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe -- according to the working of His might.
Merry Christmas to everyone!
Anyway, today I wrapped my leg and put on my very first pair of tennis shoes - they are SUPER heavy stability shoes, but I figured better safe than sorry. And I made it two miles! Unfortunately after four weeks off, two miles FELT like two miles in a not-so-good way, but still! I've really missed my stress release from running so it felt great to get out and go again. And - bonus - it's much more satisfying to run than to give dirty looks to all the runners you pass while bitter and unable to run. Ahem.
I'm going to try for another short beach run tomorrow. YAY! And to everyone who is injured, best of luck recovering. Imagine how great it will feel when you're back out there. Happy running, everyone!
I ask again: What the HELL is Going on Here?!!!
Halloween a guy walked up beside a police cruiser in Seattle whose occupants were doing paperwork and blew away the driver. The Sunday morning after Thanksgiving a convicted felon about to be sentenced to life imprisonment executed 4 police officers in Lakewood drinking coffee. And Monday here, 4 miles north of our son and family, between Eatonville and Spanaway, a red-neck got drunk, his family called the sheriff, two came out, and he shot them 10 times.
What the HELL is Going on Here?!!!
Governor Gregoire should issue the following proclamation: All Washington citizens west of the Cascades shall see a qualified psychiatrist or psychologist for a minimum of one hour by February 1, 2010.
Period.
C-ya!
Leroy
- Location:In front of my computer
- Mood:
cranky - Music:Drier's going
Steve Martin has a Christmas wish to share with you:
(If you can't see Hulu videos, or just want the audio, YouTube has you covered. It's a Christmas miracle!)
And here's my holiday wish, which isn't nearly as funny, but is at least (if not more) sincere:
Whatever you choose to celebrate this time of year, I hope it's filled with all the stuff you like, none of the stuff you don't like, and that you're surrounded by people you love, because that's how I'm doing it, and it rules.
Happy and Merry, everyone.
Arguably, there aren't that many basic concepts in the universe, and the human body has some of the best. Complex inventions would necessarily mimic the popular systems in a human. But it feels as if something more basic is at work. It feels as if we are limited to creating only things that have some analogy to our human experience. Perhaps everything else we create is by accident.
I was thinking about this the other day as we entered the final surge to get our new home constructed and approved before Christmas. It took 4.5 years to get to this point. A year ago, we planned to do the entire construction in 12 months. Everyone told us it was an impossible deadline. Well, almost everyone: Our builder told us from day one that we would be hosting our family in the new home on Christmas day. We didn't know if he was the last optimist in the world or the best builder in the universe. But we liked his
style.
There have been complications along the way. Man, have there been complications. Every step has been like planning a walk on Mars. For example, the power company wouldn't give us electricity until the city's
building inspector approved the home for occupancy. And the building inspector wouldn't approve the home until the power was on. (Huh?) Now multiply that problem times the 400-or-so people who worked on the project, either directly or indirectly. And imagine Shelly and me trying to pick everything from the color of the outlets to the curvy shape on the top of the baseboards.
For the past month, dust was literally rising from the construction zone. Workers were on top of each other. Our builder, who is the most gifted project manager I have ever witnessed, was solving a seemingly unsolvable problem every ten minutes. All knowledgeable observers told us we wouldn't be in by Christmas. It simply wasn't possible. It wasn't even close to possible.
We scheduled the movers for the weekend before Christmas, and e-mailed party invitations to family members for Christmas eve. We didn't want our builder to be the last optimist in the world.
Ten days ago, we didn't have a driveway. Rain was forecast. Lots of it. The sky turned grey. Neighbors saw worker's trucks lined around the block. They knew we were serious about getting in by Christmas. They also knew it was impossible. The rain alone would be enough to stop us. You can't move
furniture over mud. You need a driveway.
We started packing our boxes.
The rain came. The driveway guys had huge plastic tarps. They worked between wet spells. The sound of drilling, sawing, and some of the most creative cussing you have ever heard emanated from the property. I guess no one told the crew working on the project that finishing by Christmas was impossible.
About a week ago, in the evening, I got a voice mail from our builder, Dave. He said, in construction lingo, that the panel was hot. We had power. It was the last major obstacle to occupancy. Inspections and approvals would follow quickly.
I can't fully describe how the news made me feel. It was powerful. When the house became part of the electrical grid, it was if it became alive. The HVAC units rumbled and the structure breathed. Warm water circulated throughout the floors of the home to keep it at the perfect temperature. Soon after, the equipment rack in the wiring closet lit up, and the house had a brain. The brain connected to the Internet and became part of the world. It was a stucco baby delivered by 400 doctors.
I volunteered to run an errand soon after getting the news that the panel was hot. I didn't want anyone to see me cry. I turned on the radio, pointed our Honda minivan South on Tassajara, and fell apart. I was feeling the pure joy of creation. Shelly and I had created a home that has a life of its own, and by design it is imbued with our personalities. It will outlive us, and a few generations after us.
The movers estimated that we had 17,000 pounds of furniture and boxes to move from our old home and my old office. We thought we might have time to unpack some of them before our 35 relatives arrived and wondered what they were going to eat for Christmas Eve. We would need to lift and push and pull
that 17,000 pounds ourselves about three more times after it got inside the house, and we needed to do it over a weekend. It was clearly an impossible task. Then Shelly told me that we were going to get a Christmas tree and decorate that too. That's how we roll. If it doesn't seem at least a little bit impossible, we're not interested.
Construction continues while we live in the house, but we don't mind. Relatives are already heading this way. The tree looks great.
Have a great holiday season. And thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for reading Dilbert. You created a house.
I need a nap.
I put a major dent in my sleep debt last night, getting about 9 hours collectively and I feel pretty refreshed this morning. After a hearty bowl of oatmeal, I'm going to do something like 9 miles around my hometown, checking out Christmas decorations in the process (I'd wait til evening so I can see the lights but 1- I really wanna run now and 2- it's gonna be less icy in the daytime). There's also this CrossFit WOD (Deadlifts 1-10-1-20-1-30 reps) that looks mighty inviting.
So what is everyone else up to today, training and otherwise?
Question! Seeing as how it's Christmas eve after all, Santa's coming (as The Boss informs us below) so have you been naughty or nice this year? Me? I think everyone knows that answer.
Discuss... and HAPPY RUNNING!
Following is the second reading from the Office of the Readings for December 24. It is a portion of a Christmas sermon delivered by St. Augustine. Over the next few days I hope to post various bits of his Christmas sermons, as they typically represent some of his finest preaching. Enjoy!
( Truth has arisen from the earth )



