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Friday, July 4, 2003

Happy Independence Day




So far it’s been a quiet one. When I was a kid you’d start to hear the kids' cap guns pretty early in the morning. Heck, when I was a kid, I was one of those kids. And if you didn’t have a cap gun, you’d be slamming caps on the sidewalk with dad’s hammer (don’t tell Dad). Maybe they don’t have cap guns anymore, or maybe today’s kids won’t deign to own them. Or maybe they’re just waiting until this evening to set off the heavy artillery from Wisconsin. Anyway, it’s been quiet.


Hope you're having a lovely weekend. Hope you're taking some time to think about what it all means. And those of you in Wisconsin, let’s be careful out there and meet back here later with all of our fingers, okay?
3:51 pm cdt

Thursday, July 3, 2003

The North wind doth blow…

...and we shall have...music! For as long as I can remember, I’ve been enchanted by the haunting and mournful sounds of the North wind whistling through the holes in the dock posts up at the lake. Lately it occurred to me that it might be fun to make use of this principle and try to create a kind of "instrument" to enhance the dock’s music-making potential. A little research revealed that there exist at least two major types of wind-powered or Aeolian instruments (after Aeolus, the Greek god of the wind). Aeolian harps, as the name suggests, are stringed instruments; probably not practical for the dock. Aeolian organs, on the other hand, operate on essentially the same principle as our musical dock posts. Although they are typically made of bamboo, I recently ran across a website that describes a method of making a simple wind organ using plastic soft drink bottles. I think it’s an intriguing idea. We’ll see where it leads.


11:15 am cdt

Tuesday, July 1, 2003

Happy July Fools Day!

I’ve been away. Spent a long weekend up at the lake doing, well… nothing for the most part. (Even if you do nothing as well as I do, it doesn’t hurt to practice now and again just to keep your edge.) One of my favorite practice routines involved holding down the dock while watching the wily bluegills circle. They seemed to sense that I hadn’t gotten my fishing license yet and so gathered in great numbers. I wonder what they’re plotting...


When I wasn’t busy training, I built some chairs to arrange around our fire pit. Genuine authentic imitation Adirondack chairs (some assembly required). From China! You may be wondering where a person would have to go to find a genuine authentic imitation Chinese Adirondack chair. Why Cub Foods, of course! Silly question. We bought four, two gallons of milk and various and sundry assorted groceries. They must have been out of the Water Seal, so I had to get that at the hardware store of all places.


Now I suppose a native Adirondackian might take issue with the authenticity of our chairs, but we’re not planning on inviting any native Adirondackians up to the lake and if one does slip in, hopefully they’ll be too polite to mention it. You, however, are welcome to stop by and give them the sit test. I think they’re pretty comfortable. In fact I’m already planning to work them into my training regimen.


2:07 pm cdt

He's out there...
...and last I saw he was trudging down a logging road.

Coordinates are:
N45°39.004'     W091°35.332'
(accurate to within 23 feet, which was the best I could do under tree cover)
This one should be easy, assuming he hasn't been kidnapped by wild forest gnomes. If you happen to see him, send me a picture of him or get someone to take a picture of you with him (you may choose a more modest pose). Or just send me a note. Happy hunting!
(That's a clue, son)
9:05 am cdt

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