... old video from the New Moon coffee house... just to show I go other places than bars
always expect the unexpected. That way when evil shit happens it won't be such a big surprise. Moab Diechleer
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
So..... how cold is it?
There is a chill to the rhetoric that smacks me up side the head.... as ... cold. Stark raving cold... and mean... unnecessarily so.
But that is not the story.
The Deal is I walked outside the coffee house this morning. The Moon is a such a cool place that it is warm.... nicely so. I did not notice her coming up behind me... and I could barely hear her when she said, "Excuse me. You know this address?" ... and showed me a piecce of paper. It was funeral home stationery with a church address handwritten on it. The lady was about 4' 8" if she was an inch, Hmong, all bundled up. She appeared to be in her 70's and was bundled up so you could barely see her face. "Friend funeral. I must go." You could tell English was not her first language. I looked at the address and knew the church was about two miles away. The bus station was two blocks. I told her that the bus would take her within a block of the church. " No money. How far? I walk." It was 3 below zero. "C'mon," I said...." I'll get you the bus."
" No money! no bus."
Well I guess I got it through to her that she didn't need money. I also got enough out of her that she would know family at the church and could get a ride home. We got to the bus station, I found the right bus, told the driver where she needed to go and put the buck in the collection box. He said he would make sure she got off at the right block and he would show her the church. She sat in the front and looked straight ahead. Didn't say thank you. Old Asian women usually do not go out by themselves. She was a bit scared, I think, and was going to the funeral of a friend.
Now, it wasn't a big deal and I am no goddam hero or stuff.... it was only a two block walk and a buck.
It really can be done. Just saying.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
LESS Government regulation?
... another example of how RepubliCorporates want 'LESS' government regulation.
OK.... first off.... I am not the smartest person in the world. Never said so. Never will.
But to me this just smacks of again fixing something that is not really broke. Will it increase corporate profits?
of course.... in the future I may not be able to post that link.... in the future... you may not be able to even find information on the NET about SOPA or PIPA.... so ... do it now while you can.
in other news....
Monday, January 16, 2012
WTF ! Packers !
I will get over it. See, I like football... but I am mostly a Packer Fan... and from there I go to NFC North Division, then the NFC in general. I cannot and will not watch football all day.... nope.
But I grew up here...amongst the cows and cheese and beer... and the low rolling hills and the jack-pine forests and the little lakes and streams and rivers and the Packers just kind of grow on you like anything else. The only team in the NFL that is owned by the public. The smallest town in the NFL. One of the most storied stadiums in the nation.
OK...... I was hoping for two more games. Ain't happening. I'll live. And, OH.... there is plenty else going on... Recall elections and.......... hmmmmm lemmmee see.... what else goes on in Wisconsin in the winter?
I will get back to you on that. Once I get over the goddam Packers blowing it.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
WHAT A STORY !!!!!
Some times there are stories that are almost impossible to believe. This is one of them.
In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University.
On a hike through the bush, he came across
a young bull elephant standing with one leg
raised in the air. The elephant seemed
distressed, so Peter approached it very
He got down on one knee, inspected the
elephants foot, and found a large piece of
wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully
and as gently as he could, Peter worked the
wood out with his knife, after which the
elephant gingerly put down its foot.
The elephant turned to face the man, and
with a rather curious look on its face, stared
at him for several tense moments. Peter
stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but
being trampled. Eventually the elephant
trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.
Peter never forgot that elephant or the events of
that day. Twenty years later, Peter was walking
through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.
As they approached the elephant enclosure, one
of the creatures turned and walked over to near
where Peter and his son Cameron were standing.
The large bull elephant stared at Peter, lifted its
front foot off the ground, then put it down. The
elephant did that several times then trumpeted
loudly, all the while staring at the
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Peter
could not help wondering if this was the same
elephant. Peter summoned up his courage, climbed
over the railing, and made his way into the
enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant
and stared back in wonder. The elephant
trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of
Peter legs and slammed him against the railing,
killing him instantly.
Probably wasn't the same elephant.
via email from my buddy Dimly Lit who loves a bad joke as much as I do
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