Power, power, who has the power?
One may be forgiven for thinking that power is quite centralized in particular individuals.
The presidential election in the US of A in 2016, with its wall to wall media coverage, seemed to deliver that message. The theme was simply that the person elected as president would be the most powerful person on the planet.
And when D. Trump took office, and even in the days just before that, the impression was that Trump would exercise that power in a singular fashion, as if his powers were absolute, at least in respect of affairs of the national state.
The attentive masses, those large numbers paying some attention to the affairs of the US, soon began to see that there were all sorts of possible constraints on the Presidential power. For many it was an education. For some it was just a refresher course in civics.
Consider one of the first Presidential acts of the Trump. An "executive order" concerning a travel ban on certain individuals - in part focused on restricting entry to the US by people from 7 countries with large Muslim populations.
No sooner that the Order was signed, the challenges started pressing in. The State of Washington was out of the blocks first. They challenged the Order in the Courts. And now it appeared that some federally appointed judge would have the power to determine whether the Order was legit, and whether it could be enforced.In short, that Judge now seemed to have 'the power'.
The tussle for power in this US context has been playing out continuously since. Of course, it has always been playing out since the creation of the US of A. But now, the drama seemed more public.
More recently, as the office of the President has taken some hits on the this struggle for power, the President's team has been crying foul about the antics of some critics of the President. This concerns information "leaks". That is the improper and probably illegal disclosure of confidential information that is undermining the President.
Leaks are not a new phenomena. But it is interesting to observe the hypocritical nature of the responses from the key players. Those who used to be in power, and used to be up in arms against leakers, now welcomed the leaks. And vice versa of course - those who used to welcome leaks (and coincidentally were out not in power) now were loudly complaining about the leaks.
My main point is this: the leakers have power. Serious power to change the agenda of discussion, and the outcomes of those discussions.
In others words, real power is very widely distributed. One does not need a fancy title, or an obscene bank account, or a high placed posting, to have power. Some mail room clerk may hold real power - in some narrow respect.
It has always been this way. And frequently folks forget this important insight. But it will do us all well to keep this point in mind, because it will always be this way.
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Saturday, January 7, 2017
1st Saturday of 2017
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Here's a quick post about a day half done.
Half considering waking hours only.
But surely not half of the day's productivity. On that scale more like 80%.
Up later than usual.
This cuz for the first time in a long while (not counting the night before with company)
I had no TV in bedroom before bed. That's cuz, TV was wired into backroom, projector, a minor pain.
After coming to, and getting mobile, it was half the morning's routine - since the shower was saved till after a stat bike ride - my principle form of exercise these days - if you don't count shoveling snow.
Those bike rides - today 6.85 miles in 23 minutes generate some bizarre effects.
Prime among these is a form of physical mania. Movement, action, doing stuff.
I note that during my throne sit, and read of the paper Globe, I fired off an email birthday greeting to Neil - pointing out that he had now completed 55.5 billion miles of travel in solar orbits.
Actually the bike ride was delayed by messing about with the electrical connection to the bike.
That took about 20 minutes, and some new revelations as I took some cowling pieces off the bike to understand the hookup.
Disco palace internet radio provided the necessary background music - which keeps my mind off the otherwise mindless pedaling.
Then after duly recording the effort - on a new 2017 pocket calendar now posted in the backroom, it was off for a hot shower.
Then finally got around to fixing the toilet seat there so the round rim would stay upright for the boys.
Seems to have worked - and I texted Fred S. complete with photo, as it was his comments the night before that had triggered the fix. About a 20 minute fix.
Next I repaired the laser temperature gun - which involved replacing a battery, but even that was a 20 minute job.
Then it was scrubbing the floor around the toilet for a good clean.
Then it was tackling the back freezer for a cleanout. Got rid of a bunch of stuff, the oldest with a 2013 date, and a couple of 2014 items.
Next it was off to the kitchen.
Javex to the sink and dish cloth. Wash Thursday's dishes from company. Prepare a nice little pasta feed. Crack a beer for good measure.
Clean and sharpen 4 regular knives filled in some waiting time.
Then this recording.
Next, I'm off to BestBuy to straighten out store credit from return of Christmas gift - a wearable wrist heart rate monitor. The return went OK last week, but the store credit is not able to be used online, and the replacement product I seek (chest monitor) is only available online. What an irritation.
Oh well, it's been reasonably productive so far. And still some time to go.
Outside activities are unlikely. It's a bit colder than I'd like (-18C), and there is no snow to deal with.
more later
M
Here's a quick post about a day half done.
Half considering waking hours only.
But surely not half of the day's productivity. On that scale more like 80%.
Up later than usual.
This cuz for the first time in a long while (not counting the night before with company)
I had no TV in bedroom before bed. That's cuz, TV was wired into backroom, projector, a minor pain.
After coming to, and getting mobile, it was half the morning's routine - since the shower was saved till after a stat bike ride - my principle form of exercise these days - if you don't count shoveling snow.
Those bike rides - today 6.85 miles in 23 minutes generate some bizarre effects.
Prime among these is a form of physical mania. Movement, action, doing stuff.
I note that during my throne sit, and read of the paper Globe, I fired off an email birthday greeting to Neil - pointing out that he had now completed 55.5 billion miles of travel in solar orbits.
Actually the bike ride was delayed by messing about with the electrical connection to the bike.
That took about 20 minutes, and some new revelations as I took some cowling pieces off the bike to understand the hookup.
Disco palace internet radio provided the necessary background music - which keeps my mind off the otherwise mindless pedaling.
Then after duly recording the effort - on a new 2017 pocket calendar now posted in the backroom, it was off for a hot shower.
Then finally got around to fixing the toilet seat there so the round rim would stay upright for the boys.
Seems to have worked - and I texted Fred S. complete with photo, as it was his comments the night before that had triggered the fix. About a 20 minute fix.
Next I repaired the laser temperature gun - which involved replacing a battery, but even that was a 20 minute job.
Then it was scrubbing the floor around the toilet for a good clean.
Then it was tackling the back freezer for a cleanout. Got rid of a bunch of stuff, the oldest with a 2013 date, and a couple of 2014 items.
Next it was off to the kitchen.
Javex to the sink and dish cloth. Wash Thursday's dishes from company. Prepare a nice little pasta feed. Crack a beer for good measure.
Clean and sharpen 4 regular knives filled in some waiting time.
Then this recording.
Next, I'm off to BestBuy to straighten out store credit from return of Christmas gift - a wearable wrist heart rate monitor. The return went OK last week, but the store credit is not able to be used online, and the replacement product I seek (chest monitor) is only available online. What an irritation.
Oh well, it's been reasonably productive so far. And still some time to go.
Outside activities are unlikely. It's a bit colder than I'd like (-18C), and there is no snow to deal with.
more later
M
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Trump's Sins: A Missing Piece: Historical Perspective.
Last evening news broke about D. Trump's US presidential campaign. I watched for a while on CNN. They were hysterical about the magnitude of the story. The story: a reporter from the Washington Post had published a video from 11 years ago in which Trump is heard to say demeaning, sexist, comments about women and his thoughts and behaviour towards them.
Some commentators felt that this publication could be the death knell for Trump's presidential bid. The commentators came down very hard on Trump. No one dared excuse his comments, even his most loyal backers.
And then, in a campaign first, Trump tweeted a half hearted apology. This was followed, after consultation with his team, a video post where Trump reframed the apology in more humbling terms, clearly as a damage control exercise.
But to my mind something was missing. For lack of a better phrase this moment, I'll call it historical perspective.
Not one commentator made reference to how society's attitudes to thoughts, words and conduct like Trump's had morphed over the last few decades. Not one, and I viewed many commentaries reactions.
Another thing that has changed over the last few decades is society's views related to the difference between public statements and conduct and private statements and conduct. Again no commentator I heard made reference to this phenomena.
While I have never been to an intimate bridal shower, based on a loose recollection of the odd tidbit shared with me by participants, some women will say and do things at a private gathering like this that they would never consider saying or doing in public. This because it would be shocking and offensive to do/say those things in public, in a mixed gender environment. Those women would be pilloried, and would squash any prospects for public office had their private behaviour been known publicly.
In days past, within certain bounds, it was considered fairly acceptable to keep the public and private spheres separate. What guys said at the hunt camp, tended to stay at the hunt camp.
The world has indeed changed. There is now no refuse or safety for comments made in the private sphere. Everything is considered to be as if it were done/said in public.
And everyone is measured as if the current conventional wisdom has always been the conventional wisdom. And that is the problem.
I carry no brief for D. Trump. He is a goof ball, and is not in the least suited to be President. It would be disastrous if he were to be elected I speculate.
Trump's sin is that he has failed to keep pace with the changing orthodoxy in Western thought.
I have not the slightest doubt that Trump's core beliefs have made some changes consistent with society's changes. I do not believe that his 2016 beliefs are the same as those he seems to have held in 2005. On the scale of acceptable gender views, he has surely improved.
Have his beliefs come into alignment with today's currency? Almost certainly not. He is, at his core, I figure, still way behind the curve. Call him a dinosaur if you wish, a species that is long extinct. But in this epithet, lies a clue about the weakness of his detractors. Dinosaurs last lived 65,000,000 years ago. Trump is only behind the curve by about 50 years.
If I had more time, I'd speak about North American attitudes 50 years or so back. ( and I'd speak about my Dad, and his experiences of 70 years ago as an engineering student at the close of the Second World war.) And I'd also bring in comments about what it was like 100 years ago. You know times were significantly different then. Trump's comments would seem far less out of place back then. Not that many would ever have heard or seen them, because they were private, and would have stayed private.
For a good little piece that touches on these points consider Jonathan Kay's item in The Walrus.
sins-of-the-past
I close by offering a personal view. Let us be mindful of how society's attitudes change over time. And when we presume to judge others, let us remember how much and how fast society has changed. It is hypocritical to begin with the premise that today's prevailing attitudes have always prevailed.
Some commentators felt that this publication could be the death knell for Trump's presidential bid. The commentators came down very hard on Trump. No one dared excuse his comments, even his most loyal backers.
And then, in a campaign first, Trump tweeted a half hearted apology. This was followed, after consultation with his team, a video post where Trump reframed the apology in more humbling terms, clearly as a damage control exercise.
But to my mind something was missing. For lack of a better phrase this moment, I'll call it historical perspective.
Not one commentator made reference to how society's attitudes to thoughts, words and conduct like Trump's had morphed over the last few decades. Not one, and I viewed many commentaries reactions.
Another thing that has changed over the last few decades is society's views related to the difference between public statements and conduct and private statements and conduct. Again no commentator I heard made reference to this phenomena.
While I have never been to an intimate bridal shower, based on a loose recollection of the odd tidbit shared with me by participants, some women will say and do things at a private gathering like this that they would never consider saying or doing in public. This because it would be shocking and offensive to do/say those things in public, in a mixed gender environment. Those women would be pilloried, and would squash any prospects for public office had their private behaviour been known publicly.
In days past, within certain bounds, it was considered fairly acceptable to keep the public and private spheres separate. What guys said at the hunt camp, tended to stay at the hunt camp.
The world has indeed changed. There is now no refuse or safety for comments made in the private sphere. Everything is considered to be as if it were done/said in public.
And everyone is measured as if the current conventional wisdom has always been the conventional wisdom. And that is the problem.
I carry no brief for D. Trump. He is a goof ball, and is not in the least suited to be President. It would be disastrous if he were to be elected I speculate.
Trump's sin is that he has failed to keep pace with the changing orthodoxy in Western thought.
I have not the slightest doubt that Trump's core beliefs have made some changes consistent with society's changes. I do not believe that his 2016 beliefs are the same as those he seems to have held in 2005. On the scale of acceptable gender views, he has surely improved.
Have his beliefs come into alignment with today's currency? Almost certainly not. He is, at his core, I figure, still way behind the curve. Call him a dinosaur if you wish, a species that is long extinct. But in this epithet, lies a clue about the weakness of his detractors. Dinosaurs last lived 65,000,000 years ago. Trump is only behind the curve by about 50 years.
If I had more time, I'd speak about North American attitudes 50 years or so back. ( and I'd speak about my Dad, and his experiences of 70 years ago as an engineering student at the close of the Second World war.) And I'd also bring in comments about what it was like 100 years ago. You know times were significantly different then. Trump's comments would seem far less out of place back then. Not that many would ever have heard or seen them, because they were private, and would have stayed private.
For a good little piece that touches on these points consider Jonathan Kay's item in The Walrus.
sins-of-the-past
I close by offering a personal view. Let us be mindful of how society's attitudes change over time. And when we presume to judge others, let us remember how much and how fast society has changed. It is hypocritical to begin with the premise that today's prevailing attitudes have always prevailed.
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Six Great Reasons to Dine In !
Allow me a quick upfront confession.
The title is mere click bait.
Now to the premise.
'Dining in' offers higher satisfaction, better value and more benefits than the alternative of 'dining out.'
For clarity, by dining in I mean eating at your own place, or someone else's residence - a residence with a kitchen and dining table, however modest or extravagant. As compared to the alternative be it your favourite pub & grill, that suburban Italian restaurant or the one price Chinese buffet place.
I offer as Exhibit 'A' for the proponent, a short recital of my experience this eve, complete with warts.
Best perhaps to start with the menu.
I'm sure there are more delightful meal cards out there to be had, but realistically not without a really big fuss. On my scorecard this is a deluxe meal
Ignoring for a moment the fixed (or almost fixed) cost components ( BBQ, fuel, microwave & electricity, running water, plate, glass, cutlery, and a place to accommodate all this...) the variable cost of this feast was less than the remarkably low $10. mark. Booze represents almost half of this amount.
In a restaurant you'd be hard pressed to get this for 50 bucks, plus tip, plus taxes for a real currency grab of over $60.
Geez there has to be a lot of special benefits to the restaurant to tip the scales in the restaurant direction.
And yes let me admit to certain circumstances where the scales might just get tipped.
Say for a 21st birthday, or 65th, or maybe even a 100th.
or perhaps to celebrate the birth of your first child.
but not because it is Wednesday.
Next consider the dramatic difference between the two (dine-in and dine-out) on the spectrum of bizarre chemicals that humans put in the restaurant foods, generally speaking. Preservatives and flavour enhancer type stuff.
True enough dining-out keeps you on your arse longer - in a lineofleastresistance path.
And there is no having to mind the stove, or wash the veggies. And happily (for many) no dishes to wash. That's gotta be worth something.
Yeah, maybe - but surely not the 600 percent increase in financial outlay. Absent special circumstances of course.
Anyways that's the view from 277 at this hour,
bonsoir
M
The title is mere click bait.
Now to the premise.
'Dining in' offers higher satisfaction, better value and more benefits than the alternative of 'dining out.'
For clarity, by dining in I mean eating at your own place, or someone else's residence - a residence with a kitchen and dining table, however modest or extravagant. As compared to the alternative be it your favourite pub & grill, that suburban Italian restaurant or the one price Chinese buffet place.
I offer as Exhibit 'A' for the proponent, a short recital of my experience this eve, complete with warts.
Best perhaps to start with the menu.
- Grilled (BBQ) top sirloin steak - 9 ounce (about 250 grams) portion
- Boiled potato - with salt, fresh ground pepper and salsa
- Garden Salad - lettuce, yellow pepper, red onion, seasoned croutons, Paul Newman's Italian dressing, and cherry tomatoes
- Libations:
- gin martini (traditional) (50mil)
- Steamwhistle tall boy (Canada's Premium Pilsner 500 mil)
- Cinzano on the rocks with a twist (200 mil)
- Tea - Himalayan green
I'm sure there are more delightful meal cards out there to be had, but realistically not without a really big fuss. On my scorecard this is a deluxe meal
Ignoring for a moment the fixed (or almost fixed) cost components ( BBQ, fuel, microwave & electricity, running water, plate, glass, cutlery, and a place to accommodate all this...) the variable cost of this feast was less than the remarkably low $10. mark. Booze represents almost half of this amount.
In a restaurant you'd be hard pressed to get this for 50 bucks, plus tip, plus taxes for a real currency grab of over $60.
Geez there has to be a lot of special benefits to the restaurant to tip the scales in the restaurant direction.
And yes let me admit to certain circumstances where the scales might just get tipped.
Say for a 21st birthday, or 65th, or maybe even a 100th.
or perhaps to celebrate the birth of your first child.
but not because it is Wednesday.
Next consider the dramatic difference between the two (dine-in and dine-out) on the spectrum of bizarre chemicals that humans put in the restaurant foods, generally speaking. Preservatives and flavour enhancer type stuff.
True enough dining-out keeps you on your arse longer - in a lineofleastresistance path.
And there is no having to mind the stove, or wash the veggies. And happily (for many) no dishes to wash. That's gotta be worth something.
Yeah, maybe - but surely not the 600 percent increase in financial outlay. Absent special circumstances of course.
Anyways that's the view from 277 at this hour,
bonsoir
M
Sunday, August 21, 2016
What's Important Now.
Notre Dame football coach /legend Lou Holtz used to give motivational talks around the theme set out in the title.
It's a catchy slogan: What's Important Now? (The W.I.N. Principle)
This to answer the question 'what should I be doing?', with a question.
As helpful as it may be at times, the question-answer is incomplete.
That's because it does not, nor could it always, provide a solution to the (increasingly frequent for me) conundrum of exactly what one/you/I should be doing at any particular moment.
Let me quickly acknowledge that this is a first world problem - by which I mean a problem afflicting the affluent and well off.
Let me say further, that recently I have been afflicted.
A certain lethargy has been noted.
Maybe it's an age thingy.
Maybe it's cuz a full break is overdue.
Maybe it's just poor personal management.
My recollection is that I have typically answered the question with responses that centered around
office work, or home/shelter tasks, or kids & family, or personal hygiene or sleep - with a dose of fun stuff mixed in.
And these still continue - but candidly, with fewer pressures or deadlines.
About 10 years back I reflected on similar themes, and I hit on an overarching approach.
That was that I should embark on a project, which would cover my retirement years, that emphasized being a good role model for the long now concept. That is encouraging a long term view to all life's questions.
Rosseau was to be my test ground.
Planning and hopefully building a thousand year structure was to be the model project.
This would be a project that had utility, and meaning, consistent with what I understood to be essential principles as articulated by the sages of the ages.
But I seem to have run out of gas.
And just as distressing, I am sensing diminished physical capacities.
The initial formulation of the project now seems out of reach on a bunch of dimensions.
Recently I have been reflecting on alternate paths.
Of course this is troubling, until one settles on a path.
As a matter of common sense, at some stage one has to stop planning, make a commitment, and start doing.
And whenever a possible change of path starts infecting one's thoughts, well, that's when the confusion emerges, and the circling begins.
Oh well...
I will not resolve this at this keyboard session.
It is good to simply note it crudely as I have done.
Fates willling I will return to give further comments in short order,
ideally with a path that I can embrace with greater resolve.
bon soir,
M
It's a catchy slogan: What's Important Now? (The W.I.N. Principle)
This to answer the question 'what should I be doing?', with a question.
As helpful as it may be at times, the question-answer is incomplete.
That's because it does not, nor could it always, provide a solution to the (increasingly frequent for me) conundrum of exactly what one/you/I should be doing at any particular moment.
Let me quickly acknowledge that this is a first world problem - by which I mean a problem afflicting the affluent and well off.
Let me say further, that recently I have been afflicted.
A certain lethargy has been noted.
Maybe it's an age thingy.
Maybe it's cuz a full break is overdue.
Maybe it's just poor personal management.
My recollection is that I have typically answered the question with responses that centered around
office work, or home/shelter tasks, or kids & family, or personal hygiene or sleep - with a dose of fun stuff mixed in.
And these still continue - but candidly, with fewer pressures or deadlines.
About 10 years back I reflected on similar themes, and I hit on an overarching approach.
That was that I should embark on a project, which would cover my retirement years, that emphasized being a good role model for the long now concept. That is encouraging a long term view to all life's questions.
Rosseau was to be my test ground.
Planning and hopefully building a thousand year structure was to be the model project.
This would be a project that had utility, and meaning, consistent with what I understood to be essential principles as articulated by the sages of the ages.
But I seem to have run out of gas.
And just as distressing, I am sensing diminished physical capacities.
The initial formulation of the project now seems out of reach on a bunch of dimensions.
Recently I have been reflecting on alternate paths.
Of course this is troubling, until one settles on a path.
As a matter of common sense, at some stage one has to stop planning, make a commitment, and start doing.
And whenever a possible change of path starts infecting one's thoughts, well, that's when the confusion emerges, and the circling begins.
Oh well...
I will not resolve this at this keyboard session.
It is good to simply note it crudely as I have done.
Fates willling I will return to give further comments in short order,
ideally with a path that I can embrace with greater resolve.
bon soir,
M
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Extending Life: Good News
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Yes, you can do things to extend your own life !
So say the science researchers. Apparently the science comes out of the Netherlands, as reported by CBC radio yesterday.
Good news? Well,... maybe.
They say one hour of bike riding adds one hour to your life.
Sounds good to me. Initially.
Imagine, on hearing this news you decided to set yourself a target,or goal, to extend your life by a fixed amount of time.
Let's say one year.
And given my age, 64, and my own expectations of health going forward, let us also say that this goal should be reached in a 10 year period. That is by the time I reach age 74.
Here's how the numbers crunch.
One further assumption. That is that I would work on this goal, doing the exercise 3 times a week, from now on for a 10 year stretch.
Turns out that every exercise session - say every Monday, Wednesday and Friday - I would hop on my stationary bike and pedal for the required time to meet my target.
It would take just over 7 hours of cycling per session to reach the goal.
That's the same as a full shift of a standard work day.
So, if I gave over my life to this goal, then 3 days a week, I would have to put in a full shift on the bike for the next 10 years to add one year to my life.
Seems like I would have just lost 10 years, instead of gaining one.
Or am I missing something?
Yes, you can do things to extend your own life !
So say the science researchers. Apparently the science comes out of the Netherlands, as reported by CBC radio yesterday.
Good news? Well,... maybe.
They say one hour of bike riding adds one hour to your life.
Sounds good to me. Initially.
Imagine, on hearing this news you decided to set yourself a target,or goal, to extend your life by a fixed amount of time.
Let's say one year.
And given my age, 64, and my own expectations of health going forward, let us also say that this goal should be reached in a 10 year period. That is by the time I reach age 74.
Here's how the numbers crunch.
One further assumption. That is that I would work on this goal, doing the exercise 3 times a week, from now on for a 10 year stretch.
Turns out that every exercise session - say every Monday, Wednesday and Friday - I would hop on my stationary bike and pedal for the required time to meet my target.
It would take just over 7 hours of cycling per session to reach the goal.
That's the same as a full shift of a standard work day.
So, if I gave over my life to this goal, then 3 days a week, I would have to put in a full shift on the bike for the next 10 years to add one year to my life.
Seems like I would have just lost 10 years, instead of gaining one.
Or am I missing something?
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Oughta Write - form Rosseau
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Good blues music in background on what should be a prototypical Northern Ontario summer night, here at 4500 Aspdin Road. Just me and Bucky - and the free from air radio signals, the final haze of the photon stream from the sun, and a grid connection - both power and internet data.
So this is being composed on the blogger.com site.
And it has been crossing my head good chunks of the day, that I ought write, write something down, cuz it is a strong suit of mine relatively speakin'.
And there are all sorts of ideas that come to me, even outside of thoughts of ought to be writin', that I then think - well, hurry up quick and write down this idea, because it is a good one for me, and others - relative to what other folks have written to good receptions.
I read something today about the importance of being persistent, long after the first feeling that 'you are done'. And the suggestion it may be a simple matter of will power, aided often by good coaching. Just keep pressing, and shut down the voices that say enough far too early (for some).
Could be for push-ups.
Could be for a blogspot (blogger.com) post.
Which BTW is connected to my bayhaus@gmail.com com
with a password for Google that could be
2585Goog
consistent with the password algorithm I follow best I can these days.
I note that this writing feeling is improved in effectiveness
with a little snort of good whiskey
This time Jamesons, as a nod to Irish heritage.
Invariably gives a brief creative, do it, stimulant push, or at least nudge.
I could write about Bucky.
He only has a couple of weeks left with me.
Then he's moved. To Fran and Guy Loiselle, soon of Bonfield ON.
He and I get along well here at Rosseau cabane.
No chains, ties, leads, muzzles, ropes, fences, or gates.
He's free to go wherever, and whenever.
Just don't hurt nobody.
Today he did pretty well riding in the back of the Mule. (better for me)
Trip to Skeleton, both ways, only one incident: when a couple of other 4x4s passed in the other direction.
Bucky went, as he is known to do, temporarily, berserk.
The dictionary definition of berserk suggests to me that it is entirely appropriate for Bucky in those situation. Wild, manic, destructive, frenzied and deranged. Helluva of a package. Deal breaker actually.
Happily he didn't jump - from a moving vehicle.
But he did his share plus of howling.
Lunatic.
I do believe though it is remedial.
Some regular attention, and firm training, and he'll be a gift.
well, I've moved the unit to my bedside table, preparing to crash for the eve.
The Buckmeister has already claimed a spot, that slightly encroaches on my bed space.
Always testing limits that mutt.
till next time
M
Good blues music in background on what should be a prototypical Northern Ontario summer night, here at 4500 Aspdin Road. Just me and Bucky - and the free from air radio signals, the final haze of the photon stream from the sun, and a grid connection - both power and internet data.
So this is being composed on the blogger.com site.
And it has been crossing my head good chunks of the day, that I ought write, write something down, cuz it is a strong suit of mine relatively speakin'.
And there are all sorts of ideas that come to me, even outside of thoughts of ought to be writin', that I then think - well, hurry up quick and write down this idea, because it is a good one for me, and others - relative to what other folks have written to good receptions.
I read something today about the importance of being persistent, long after the first feeling that 'you are done'. And the suggestion it may be a simple matter of will power, aided often by good coaching. Just keep pressing, and shut down the voices that say enough far too early (for some).
Could be for push-ups.
Could be for a blogspot (blogger.com) post.
Which BTW is connected to my bayhaus@gmail.com com
with a password for Google that could be
2585Goog
consistent with the password algorithm I follow best I can these days.
I note that this writing feeling is improved in effectiveness
with a little snort of good whiskey
This time Jamesons, as a nod to Irish heritage.
Invariably gives a brief creative, do it, stimulant push, or at least nudge.
I could write about Bucky.
He only has a couple of weeks left with me.
Then he's moved. To Fran and Guy Loiselle, soon of Bonfield ON.
He and I get along well here at Rosseau cabane.
No chains, ties, leads, muzzles, ropes, fences, or gates.
He's free to go wherever, and whenever.
Just don't hurt nobody.
Today he did pretty well riding in the back of the Mule. (better for me)
Trip to Skeleton, both ways, only one incident: when a couple of other 4x4s passed in the other direction.
Bucky went, as he is known to do, temporarily, berserk.
The dictionary definition of berserk suggests to me that it is entirely appropriate for Bucky in those situation. Wild, manic, destructive, frenzied and deranged. Helluva of a package. Deal breaker actually.
Happily he didn't jump - from a moving vehicle.
But he did his share plus of howling.
Lunatic.
I do believe though it is remedial.
Some regular attention, and firm training, and he'll be a gift.
well, I've moved the unit to my bedside table, preparing to crash for the eve.
The Buckmeister has already claimed a spot, that slightly encroaches on my bed space.
Always testing limits that mutt.
till next time
M
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