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Wednesday, 14 May 2008

  • Another Blender Post

    Monday, I spent 3 hours and $1200 at the dentist to fix yet another broken tooth.  So in my case, chewing is not only overrated, but can be quite expensive as well.  That is why blenders are so important to me.   The dead blender from the last post was replaced under warranty, and its replacement died last Friday.  Both died after making only 300 smoothies.  I guess their 3 year warranty is based on making only 2 per week. 

    So now I am trying the Cuisinart brand for $99 with a 5 year warranty.  Today was only the 3rd day of use, and I already had an accident.  Near the end of making a scrumptious Pina Colada, I removed the lid to add a little more ice, and the cap fell off into the blender.  Before I could shut it off, it had been chopped into itty bitty bits of plastic. So I had to pour the entire 40 ounces of blended fruit into the compost pile and wash the blender.  I was able to substitute a cap from a dead blender.  I was so hot and hungry after my bike ride home too!

    I will still get the Hamilton Beach replaced to have a spare.

Tuesday, 15 January 2008

  • Our Hamilton Beach blender died after less than 6 months.  I am unable to find a blender (other than the $400 Blendtec or Vitamix with lifetime guarantee) that can last out a year.  I wouldn't mind if you could just buy new parts (not in our throwaway society).

    Our late blender will be sorely missed, but the occasion of its passing was a creative moment.  I had just made a strawberry peanut-butter smoothie, and started on an Orange Julius.  I put in the banana, oatmeal, chia seeds, milk, and orange zest.  I pressed the button to mix the chia seeds so they could soak.  Nothing.  The blender equivalent of a sudden heart attack.

    What to do with those ingredients.  I can't throw good food away.  So I removed the bananas, sliced them, peeled the zested orange, added a kiwi, lime juice, and heaping teaspoon of brown sugar: fruit salad!  Then I put the milk/oatmeal/zest mixture on the stove, added raisins, vanilla, and brown sugar, and heated until thickened: christmas pudding!

Friday, 30 November 2007

  • In Themes of Insanity, AP English student Lorraine McKee writes:

    By using a “democracy” of a people ruled by lizards, Adams shows the stupidity of people voting for something they hate. Adams has Ford Prefect, an objective third party, explain this situation to Arthur in the following passage:
    ‘On [the robot’s] world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people.'
              ‘Odd,’ said Arthur, ‘I thought you said it was a democracy.’
    ‘I did,’ said Ford, ‘It is.'
    ‘So,’ said Arthur, hoping he wasn’t sounding ridiculously obtuse, ‘why don’t the people get rid of the lizards?'
    ‘It honestly doesn’t occur to them,’ said Ford. ‘They’ve all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they’ve voted in more or less approximates to the government they want.'
    ‘You mean they actually vote for the lizards?’
    ‘Oh yes,’ said Ford with a shrug, ‘of course.’
    ‘But,’ said Arthur, going for the big one again, ‘why?’
    ‘Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,’ said Ford, ‘the wrong lizard might get in’” (Adams 576).
    This conversation displays through the madness of a world voting for lizards the problems and stupidity in the democratic societies in real life. Lizards are clearly politicians – they rule the people, no one likes them, and yet the people continue to vote for them. This is madness and idiocy in and of itself. Only the fear of the wrong lizard (politician) being in control keeps the people voting. Seeing as one lizard is very much like another, voting makes no difference. This society, lead by lizards, is really ruled by the morons that keep putting the lizards in power. Adams comments by using slightly deranged satire that any world that continually votes for something it hates is the paramount of lunacy and idiocy and by doing so says “the morons are in charge.”

    The necessity to vote for a lizard "lest the wrong lizard get in" is not insanity, but a mathematical consequence of "Plurality Voting".   One of the simplest (but not easy) ways to break the two party stranglehold on America is to allow voting for more than one candidate.  This is called "Approval Voting".  There are mathematically better, but more complicated voting methods (involving ranking candidates), but approval voting is already supported by voting machines, and is already in use for many local elections.

    There is another economic principle keeping the lizards in power:  "Bad money drives the good out of circulation".  When clad coinage replaced real silver in the US mint, people used the cheap coins for "legal tender", and treasured the silver in lock boxes.  In a similar vein, the best leaders are reluctant leaders - they have better things to do.  But it is too easy for those with nothing better to do than seek power to best a reluctant leader at the polls.

Saturday, 06 October 2007

  • Biking to Work

    I have been riding a bike to work for 2 years now.   I started with a junker having just 3 working gears.   Julie got me a nice $300 bike for my birthday, and a bike speedometer.  I use google maps to find routes.  The satellite views show bike trails if you look closely. 

    For the first 6 months, I went 8 miles in an hour, but the office had a shower.  I carried shampoo, soap, towel, clean underwear, etc, in my backpack.  I climbed out of bed, climbed on the bike, and pedalled 8 miles on 3 gears.  Then I showered, dressed, made a fresh mug of green tea, and was ready for work.

    Then we moved in February.  The new office is 6.8 miles, but has no shower.  So now I leave early in the morning before it gets hot.  In the summer, it is often *very* hot on the way home, and I pop right into a cold shower upon arrival.

    Many things have changed since I began this regimen.  The changes were slow and subtle.  At first, I was more tired than before, but a little more clear headed.  After 4 months or so, I start feeling more energy.  My blood pressure was borderline high when I started.  Now it is well within normal.  It has become necessary to use a belt.  I used to laugh at the liberal media with their talk of "SUVs" hogging the road and running into things (as if the car, not the driver were responsible).  But this viewpoint starts to make sense when you are on a bicycle, and SUV driving yuppies (wearing sunglasses and riding high above you) ignore crosswalks,  walk signals, and "NO RIGHT TURN ON RED WITH PEDESTRIAN PRESENT" signs.

    I noticed so much more about the city on a bike.  Under the bridges on Rt 50 were pairs of used condoms, twisted together like chromosomes.  The sidewalks near stores selling alcohol were littered with broken glass.  I added spare inner tubes, patch kit, and a pump to the equipment I needed to carry.  There was money to be gleaned on the sidewalks and streets.  I picked up pennies through bills - an average of 1 cent every 3 miles.  At 15 miles a day, that is 5 cents a day, enough for bus fare once a month.   This year, I've been riding through Rocky Run Stream Valley Park instead of along Rt 50.  As I tear along the dirt and gravel trail at 15 mph, deer are startled from their browsing and bound gracefully and silently away from the path.

    Automobiles are anti-social.  On foot, you can carry on a deep conversation while you walk.  Bikes are in between.  On a bike, you can see and smile at other riders and pedestrians as you pass.  When something up ahead strikes me funny, I can often get a smile and a laugh with a one-liner as I roll by. 

    The problems were not what I expected.  The first major problem was that the junker bike was too small, and my knees suffered from riding like a spider.  The new bike fixed that.  Then the big problem was warning symptoms of carpal tunnel syndrome from the vibration.  I added handlebar extensions, gloves, and handlebar padding.  In the summer, sunburn is a threat.  I hate lotion, so I make sure I leave at least 4 hours before solar noon (1:10pm here), and leave at least 4 hours after. 

    Winter is less of a problem than summer.  The sun is lower at noon, so I can leave home later and leave work earlier - which is good since the days are shorter.  Furthermore, less skin is exposed in cold weather.  When you get hot in winter, just peel off a layer.  Snow on the ground is a show stopper.  You can't ride through snow without chains - and then only slowly.

    Rain is undesirable, but not a disaster if you immediately dry off your bike thoroughly.  Lightning is a show stopper.  If I hear thunder, I go to the nearest shelter (there are plenty of stores along the way) and wait it out, or catch a bus, or call Julie.

Wednesday, 03 January 2007

  • A Severe Mercy

    Since the WMD showdown with Saddam Hussein started, I have been praying for Saddam's soul.  I am no saint, and I don't remember very often, but occasionally I have remembered to do so.  So it was with great anticipation that I read this account of his execution:

    At 2:30 a.m. he performed his final religious ablutions, kneeling and washing his hands, face and feet.

    He then sat on the edge of his iron-cot bed and began to read the Quran. It had been a gift from his wife, sent to him at the outset of his trial. But only after the court’s death sentence had been passed had Saddam begun to study it.

    It is a severe mercy to know the time of your death.  Until his death sentence, Saddam had not considered the state of his soul.  But impending death brings great clarity and focus.  Now he was turning to a book that to this point had been a political tool for his own ends.   According to an observer:

    He began to tremble and his eyes filled with what one observer called "his terror at impending death. For the first time he was feeling what so many others had done facing execution from his actions."

    I cannot help but think that this new found fear was genuine, and properly placed (though he did make one more political jab, saying, "Palestine is Arab").  His fear of God was the beginning of wisdom, and he turned to the Quran as the only way he knew to turn back to the God he had cynically used.  Oh that he could have had a Bible instead, and had hope as well as fear.   But I had a twinge of joy at the evidence that my meager prayers had been answered, and perhaps his repentance was real.

    So many well meaning people are offended by the death penalty.   Yet, it is divinely authorized for violent crimes just after the flood, and applies to all nations.   It is a mercy as well as a judgement.  For commiting a violent crime leaves such a stain upon ones soul, that true repentance may never happen without the motivating grace of death.

    "It is appointed unto man once to die," and death came by sin for all of us through the first sin of Adam.  Death is a judgement, but it is also a mercy.  It is the Spirit that quickens us to new Life, but it is Death that finally separates us from all sin, that we may live ever after before God with new bodies and pure souls.

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