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See
this? It's an enlargement. The originals are about the size of modern printed currency...
I first saw this at a Boy Scout camporee in September of 1985. I
was a brand new full Boy Scout. They were handing out life-size copies
of this: A ten shilling note used during the Siege of Mafeking during the Boer War in South Africa.
It dates back to 1900. Colonel Robert Baden-Powell, who later started the entire Scouting movement, had these
printed up and used in place of scarce real currency. After the siege was
lifted and true money started flowing again these were redeemable for
actual ten shilling coins.
My friend and grandfather figure Doc Lewis told me about all that. The “shillings” they were handing out during the camping event were
copies of an actual siege note that our local Boy Scout council had in its possession.
I’ve
been fascinated by this note ever since. So much so that I resolved to
someday own a real one. It’s still a dream of mine.
I found some really good pics of Mafeking siege notes and then printed this one out.
It’s been on the wall next to my computer desk I’m writing this from for awhile now. It’s
become a source of inspiration for me. Baden-Powell held out in Mafeking for 217
days until relief finally arrived.
If he could do that with limited supplies, maybe I
can hold out a little while longer for whatever God may have for me. I hope so.
And
hey, how many currencies in world history have soldiers manning cannons
and machine guns printed on them? That alone makes this note pretty cool!
If
I ever can finish and sell my book, I’m going to buy a real ten
shilling note from the Mafeking siege and frame it and put it on my living room
wall.
Ruins of the Capitol from the video game Fallout 3
It's been several hours since some semblance of a historical event transpired here in America: Kevin McCarthy was ousted from being Speaker of the House in the House of Representatives. It's the first time that's ever happened. McCarthy is now third place in being shortest term of office for a speaker.
I've taken a peak at some of the more prominent online news and politics forums. And this has obviously been an event arousing considerable discussion, anger, and triumph.
But the best I've been able muster up is an indifferent shrug.
Once upon a time, I would be following the ouster of Kevin McCarthy with intense interest. It IS the very first time in American history that a House speaker has been tossed out of the position, after all. In days past my eyes and ears would be absorbing every scrap of information about what is now happening, collating it all in my brain as fast as it could possibly be done.
But I'm older now. Presumably wiser. And definitely more world-weary than three decades ago. I've seen "leaders" and their parties swept into and out of power for so long, with very little lasting good for the nation, that I'm just plain bored with it all.
Heh. "I'm so bored with it all." Those were the final words of Winston Churchill, you might be enlightened to know.
It's much worse now. The utter mundanity of modern politics. Especially modern American politics.
I think Donald Trump was the first really brilliant flash of invigoration since Ronald Reagan. But Trump ultimately failed to counter and rein in the overly-burdensome entrenched institutionalized wickedness that our government has become. He accomplished some good - the border wall is, or would be anyway, one example - but he surrounded himself with people whose allegiances were with "the machine". They were not loyal to the American people and their republic.
And now we see "the machine" bearing down on Trump, doing its damndest to squash any possibility of his re-election and retribution. Take heed, friends and neighbors! This is what "the machine" can do and will do to any and all challengers to its power and influence. It will quash its dissidents like vermin... because that's all that we are to them. Trump? He's just the biggest person to make an example of. I can tick off many others who have been besieged and destroyed by the machine for their insolence.
Don't think I'm a Trump uberfan. You'll never catch me dead in a "Make America Great Again" cap. I don't have political idols to follow. But I damn well know what an all-out war to destroy an individual in almost every conceivable way looks like. If it can happen to one person, it can happen to anyone at all.
This is what modern American politics is not just becoming, it already is. It has turned into the very thing that our fathers and grandfathers for over two hundred years have fought to keep our country from becoming.
We all know it, even if we refuse to admit it.
This country has wound up with a lifelong chronic liar and a political prostitute in its two highest offices. And we are supposed to applaud that?
There is now much more spying on regular citizens than the Stasi ever were capable of. The propaganda of "the machine" has powers that Goebbels never imagined. Silencing dissent has become a science to the priests of power.
The Internet? I would tell you to search Google for evidence that its algorithms are biased against all but leftist people and policies, but it's algorithms don't allow for that. Only a token few results are let slip by. The machine controls the search engines. Right now only Twitter is an isle of freedom of ideas and information... but God only knows how long that will last. Social media? The day will soon come when I and multitudes of others won't be allowed to post these things. We'll probably have our accounts deleted. Made unpersons. As if we never existed on the Internet at all. I genuinely wonder if the blog I've maintained for almost twenty years will one day be deleted. Just one reason why I keep regular backups of it.
Entertainment? Let's just say I am not a Disney+ subscriber. I doubt I ever will be. And I genuinely hate to say that.
All of this and more... much, much more... have turned America into a dreary landscape of tedium and turmoil, populated with spineless thralls. There is no more vigor on display in this land. Only the machine and its attendants and the ashen waste they continue to make of our nation.
McCarthy? His ouster is just one minor episode in the scheme of things. Nothing substantial will change. Nothing will be allowed to change. Not with the machine in control of very nearly everything.
I'm bored with the machine and everything about it.
You want vigor again? You want real excitement? You want seriouschange?
Be of good cheer then. It is coming, sooner or later. It is inevitable. The machine can not survive forever. It will eventually run out of willing slaves.
And then the blood will flow. As high as the horses' bridles.
This is already the scariest thing I've seen all month... and it's only October 2nd. A terrible, terrible line has been crossed. Advanced technology really is taking us to places that, not to put too fine a point on it, are unnatural to the extreme.
Andy Baio at Waxy.org has applied artificial intelligence to a lot of songs - which are mostly parodies of other artists - by "Weird Al" Yankovic. Baio's intent with this dubious exercise is to see what would happen if the original artists performed Al's parodies themselves.
In other words, Baio has Michael Jackson's voice singing Yankovic's "Eat It". Among others.
Let Mr. Baio indict himse... I mean, explain himself:
In the parallel universe of last year’s Weird: The Al Yankovic Story,
Dr. Demento encourages a young Al Yankovic (Daniel Radcliffe) to move
away from song parodies and start writing original songs of his own.
During an LSD trip, Al writes “Eat It,” a 100% original song that’s
definitely not based on any other song, which quickly becomes “the
biggest hit by anybody, ever.”
Later, Weird Al’s enraged to learn from his manager that former
Jackson 5 frontman Michael Jackson turned the tables on him, changing
the words of “Eat It” to make his own parody, “Beat It.”
This got me thinking: what if every Weird Al song was the original, and every other artist was covering his songs instead? With recent advances in A.I. voice cloning, I realized that I could bring this monstrous alternate reality to life.
This was a terrible idea and I regret everything.
This is a horrific milestone in digital manipulation. There is no going back now. Like the Joker said in The Dark Knight "You've changed things, forever."
EDIT 10/08/2023 2:44 AM: Feel led to say something here. All of this "the horror! the horror!" was done purely tongue in cheek. I actually think is pretty cool. Excellent work Mr. Baio :-)
Very good friend Matt Smith (no not the Doctor Who actor!) and I go back a few years, all the way to our time together at that very strange television station in Reidsville, North Carolina. I learned a lot about video and broadcasting from Matt, and I continue to learn much from him since his becoming active with the online realm, sharing his talents and his calling as a minister.
For the past two or three years Matt has been maintaining a weekly series of "Sunday school" lessons. Every Saturday he posts a new one on YouTube. I for one have been benefiting from Matt's devotionals and I think that others might will also. Click on over to Matt's YouTube channel and prepare to be edified, enlightened, and maybe even a little entertained.
This is... THE greatest thing that I have seen in a very long time. These kids are... wow. They are amazing! They were able to pull off what a lot of us thirty and forty years ago were only able to dream of doing. I know my best friend Chad and I used to plan out our own Star Wars and Indiana Jones movies. How when we grew up we would be the next Lucas and Spielberg. I like to think a little of that carried over to when we were making our films fifteen or so years ago. Still a bit of childhood magic left.
But these kids, the young men and women of Oliver Springs Elementary School in Van Buren, Arkansas were not content to wait that long. No, they went all out and they did it now. It took them two years of fundraising and planning and then filming, but they succeeded in their mission: they made a professional-grade Indiana Jones fan film that stands as mighty as any movie ever conceived.
Indiana Jones and the Treasure of the Aztecs finds the globe-trotting archaeologist in the swamps of Arkansas circa 1958. On the trail of the Spanish conquistador Hernando de Soto, Indy runs afoul of rogue Russian agents who are looking for Montezuma's gold. It seems that there is some mystical quality associated with the treasure: just the sort of thing that Dr. Jones has expertise in.
It runs half an hour but you are going to want more. These young people have accomplished a film that is incredibly well-shot, smartly composed, exceptionally scored, and astoundingly acted. These kids are performing their hearts out. They get the world of Indiana Jones, maybe better than many adults. And as if a cherry on top, they even got Karen Allen - Marion Ravenwood herself - to make a cameo appearance!
But, you are no doubt wanting to watch this for yourself. I don't blame you! There have been precious few Indiana Jones fan film efforts. In fact the only one that comes readily to mind is the delightful Raiders of the Lost Ark adaptation that was made by Mississippi youngsters in the Eighties. Well, Indiana Jones and the Treasure of the Aztecs possesses no less soul, and has all the benefits of modern technology and cinematography.
Doctor Who needs a hard and fresh return to the franchise that that we know and love, above and away from the mess of the Thirteenth Doctor era (which if we're going to be honest really can't be pinned on Jodie Whittaker, she was just working with some really bad material).
I don't know if that's what is coming in the next few months with the specials commemorating the show's sixtieth anniversary (seems like just yesterday we were celebrating its fiftieth) but the pics and the new trailer that dropped over the weekend have me warefully optimistic.
The last time we saw The Doctor, she (ugh!) had regenerated - clothes and all - into a perfect facscimile of the Tenth Doctor, once again played by David Tennant. However the showrunners seem to insist that Tennant is playing the Fourteenth Doctor. Which means this is really Tennant's fourth or fifth character with the Tenth Doctor's face he's portrayed since 2005 (just work with me 'mkay?).
So going into the sixtieth anniversary specials it will be David Tennant as... Doctor Who-ever... and joining him is none other than Donna Noble, again played by the delightful Catherine Tate! Although one seems to remember that last time we saw The Doctor and Donna together it was made clear that they couldn't see each other again.
Clearly, the BBC is throwing caution to the wind...
Here's the trailer for the specials, which materialized about 48 hours ago:
And at last, the BBC is confirming that Neil Patrick Harris, who had long already been announced as being in the specials, is going to be playing The Toymaker: a villain not seen since the William Hartnell era in 1966.
Is it just me, or does Harris as The Toymaker seem poised to chew up the scenery more than any Who bad guy since Davros?
The big celebration kicks off in November. And I'm very much hoping we get at least a fleeting cameo of Matt Smith as the Eleventh Doctor.
How it transpired is something that a LOT of people have thought I'm making up. But it really happened.
I was on my first day of substitute teaching. And I went into that school all shiny and shaved, shirt tail tucked into my khakis, best boots... I was going to make an impression on the students and faculty alike (say, why don't most men seem to tuck their shirt tails in anymore?).
Most of all, I went in bearing in mind all that my own teachers, and substitute teachers especially, had handled us as students when I was in school. Yes even the subs, many of whom are still burned into my memory. They knew they only had a day or two to make their mark upon their students' educations, but they were determined to make the most of it. That's precisely the mindset that I was going to emulate.
The assignment was a high school science class. Chemistry, to be more specific. The teacher had left a video for the students to watch, and then afterward they were to set about making 3D models of the atoms of various elements.
The video was about the electrons of an atom, how they orbit the nucleus in different shells. And how each shell has a maximum number of electrons that can be in them. We're talking very basic chemistry, per the model that Neils Bohr gave us.
The last example given in the video was about sodium. The narrator described the nucleus, the first few shells going out, and then the last shell. Which in sodium has but one electron. And this lonely particle is what is most responsible for sodium being so drastically reactive.
How reactive? It didn't touch on that in the video and that's too bad. Well, when a quantity of sodium comes in contact with water it combusts. And VERY dramatically at that:
This is something that every high school chemistry textbook going back at least the past eighty years has described (or at least used to). It's also something that the chemistry teacher at my own high school demonstrated one day. He had a tripod out on the football field holding aloft a brick of pure sodium. Below it was a bucket of water. He let the sodium brick drop and fall into the water.
The explosion was heard over five miles away. Dad said they even heard it over the sounds of the machinery at the quarry he worked at.
I thought that along with telling them about Neils Bohr also being an Olympic-class football (aka soccer to us yanks) player, the students might find that virtue of sodium to be pretty interesting too. So I shared it with all three classes that I had that day.
It turned out that the students did indeed appreciate my example of how an element like sodium can react with other substances. All because of that one electron on its outermost shell and looking for stability. Some of the students asked if we could do that during our class time. I had to tell them no. But I like to think the visualized image will stick with them.
The following day I taught at another school. And after returning home that afternoon I got a phone call. Telling me that my services had been suspended pending an investigation...
It had gotten around that had I told the chemistry students about sodium's reaction with exposure to water. The administration at the school considered this to be describing how to create high explosives.
Which was the absolutely LAST thing I would have intended. It was nothing but describing a very simple interaction between valence electrons, involving one of the most basic elements on the periodic table.
Apparently the word "explosive" has been stricken from the vocabulary of secondary education in the public schools of these United States. I'm going to assume that the mechanics of the internal combustion engine and the bursting forth of Orville Redenbacher popcorn kernels from their original volume will likewise now be deemed forbidden knowledge from the Dark Ages.
Well, I was invited to write and submit a statement about the incident to those investigating it. I typed it up, trying to describe everything that had transpired. I then zapped it out across the ether toward the proper authorities. And I trusted that they would arrive at the same conclusion I was on: that I had not done anything wrong in teaching the fundamentals of chemistry to high school chemistry students. I sincerely believed that I would be back in the classroom soon.
That was not to be however.
So, I'm no longer allowed to be a substitute teacher in that particular school system. But for one glorious day I taught those kids some really neat concepts of science. Like when one student asked about what neutrons do, I turned that into an explanation of how gas centrifuges enrich uranium into nuclear weapons-grade yellowcake. And no, the school did not possess a gas centrifuge either (the students asked).
This is ridiculous. There is no reason whatsoever to be afraid of basic chemistry. Ignoring it and making it a punishable offense to teach about it is certainly NOT going to ever deter real bad guys from using that knowledge. Science is supposed to be neutral. Objective. Pure science is on a level playing field and irrespective of agenda. It simply IS. It seems officials are now ascribing qualities to science in accordance to their whims and feelings, and not purely of physical principles.
Oh well. I gave it my best. I don't regret for a moment what I taught those young people. If it got them to thinking a little differently or deeper about the world around them and its wonders, then my task is complete.
Who knows? Maybe I'll get to someday return to the classroom. Just imagine the flames I would set alight if I taught the young people about the Constitution and the Bill of Rights!
...at least they didn't fire me for the exploding schoolhouse.
Here is a tip: do not talk anymore about sodium's violent combustibility.
I hope Mr. Springs would be proud of me. This is the very first time in more than thirty years that I've used the term "valence electrons" in a piece of writing.
For now, I'm being a very active substitute teacher. Which, well... we'll see what happens from there. People have been telling me for many years that I would make for a great teacher. Today was a chance to give it a shot.
So I taught three blocks of high school sophomore honors chemistry class. The subject of today's lesson was Neils Bohr, who came up with the standard model of atomic theory. The students thought it was pretty wild that in addition to being a nuclear genius, Bohr was also an Olympic-class soccer player.
I must confess, I am absolutely BLOWN AWAY by the technology in the average classroom today. Instead of a TV and a videotape player on a cart, each classroom now has this big touch-screen high-definition set. I had to get one of the kids to explain to me how to make it work. The teacher had a video about the Bohr model, using various elements' atoms.
The last atom it touched upon was sodium. I saw a ripe opportunity to broaden the kids' minds in a way they might find pretty fascinating. After the video I told them that the one lonely electron in sodium's outer shell is determined to chemically bond with ANYTHING. And from there I shared the story of how my own high school's chemistry teacher once set off an explosion heard for miles around by sending a brick of sodium plunging into a bucket of water. They did indeed find that pretty awesome. A few of the male students asked if we could do that, and I said no.
The kids proceeded to make 3D models of their assigned atoms. Someone asked aloud about neutrons. Like, "what do they do?"
So I used that as the diving block from which to jump into teaching the kids about how neutrons and atomic weight play an important role in using gas centrifuges to enrich uranium into nuclear weapons-grade "yellowcake":
One lad asked if we had a gas centrifuge in the school's lab. I told him "I doubt it." But I must give him credit for his curiosity.
(In case you're wondering, I am not joking about any of this. Who knows, I may have sown a seed or planted a sapling in these kids' minds today.)
So, I'll be doing substitute teaching for the next little while, trying out different ages and subject matters. The ultimate role reversal is probably going to be me teaching math. Oh bruddah... WHAT have I gotten myself into??
See? I really do know how to write an op-ed piece that doesn't honk off many readers!
This edition of Elon's student newspaper The Pendulum came out right before spring break 1999. I didn't want to be on the cusp of that and deliver something that would be overly provocative. There had been an article for Christmas a few months earlier and this new one needed to be on a happy note too.
So here it is, from two months before the premiere of Star Wars Episode I. Note the special photo we used for the essay: me brandishing a toy lightsaber and wearing the helmet from a Darth Vader mask. Click on the pic to enlarge and read!
Found something last night while doing historical research. It absolutely floored me to read this passage. It could be referring to the America of today:
Sophie Scholl, her brother Hans, and their friend and collaborator Christoph Probst wrote six leaflets in defiance of their government. The three members of the "White Rose" were caught in February 1943 in Munich, Germany. Four days later they were put on trial for crimes against the state. It was a show trial, led by the infamous Nazi judge Roland Freisler.
The three were declared guilty. A few hours later the Scholls and Probst were executed by guillotine.
Sophie Scholl was twenty-one years old.
"History doesn't repeat but it often rhymes." ~ George Lucas
Regrettably, there is one goal that has eluded me in the seven years since my dog Tammy and I left our old hometown to find our place somewhere in America. It was something I was very serious about, and still am. I speak of finding a place of worship. Somewhere that I can be an active part of a community of believers.
This area doesn't lack for churches. I've visited many of them. Guess you could say that I'm hoping and praying that God will lead me to where He needs me to be. It's almost like a microcosm of the journey across America we did. I'm still in that "let's see what's out there" mode.
In the five years since I've been here I've visited some churches that were very big, others that were quite small. A few of them had beliefs that I can not for good reasons subscribe to. For the second time in my life I departed from a visit to a church because the number-one item in its statement of faith is that homosexuals are not welcome. Now, I am not a homosexual and I absolutely believe it's a dire sin that God can not possibly "affirm". But when that takes priority over everything else in a congregation's doctrine, ahead of even there being one God, something is terribly wrong. One house of worship had a lot of people babbling incoherently with no idea as to who was saying what. That's... just not for me, no offense meant.
I had begun to wonder if there was something wrong with my faith. Am I being too "picky"? Am I trying to find what many Christians have said does not exist and that I know that they are right: a perfect church?
If there is such a thing as a perfect church, I shall never be able to darken its threshold... because as soon as I enter the building it will no longer be perfect!
So a few weeks ago I was spending a Saturday afternoon browsing church websites. Looking for a new place to visit soon. Anyplace that would stir my interest. It was a seemingly fruitless search.
And then I did something that I had failed to do when I first started looking. I went to Google and for the search term I simply asked for "churches near me".
It returned with a nice-sized list of places of worship within a few miles' radius. And the very first of the results was for a church... that was less than five hundred feet away.
"No way!" I literally shouted.
At first I thought it was an error. Now, there had been a Baptist church with a mostly African-American membership just across the street and a few numbers down from my house. I used to hear them playing their instruments every Sunday morning. But they seem to have disappeared in the past year or two.
Apparently, another congregation was now using that building.
I found the church's website and its Facebook page. And for the rest of the evening I was dumbfounded that a church that already seemed to have much of what I've come to appreciate in a congregation was less than five minutes' walk away.
So it was that a few days ago on Sunday, I walked from home all the way to church.
What was it like? Well as I told friends later that day it was like Baptist preaching, Pentecostal praying, and a bit of Eastern Orthodoxy all rolled into one. The most obvious trait of the church is that the vast majority of its people are from Russia and other countries in Eastern Europe. This area has seen a lot of migrants arrive from that part of the world and there are many churches that serve those communities. This particular congregation speaks both Russian and English, which a few members were translating between the two. I couldn't help but notice that during the sermon the teenage girl next to me was taking notes in Cyrillic alphabet. There were some praise songs in Russian, that all I could do was stand there without an iota of comprehension, followed by songs in English.
The message of the morning's service was based on the Book of Joshua. About how Joshua is the first character in the Bible who is instructed by God to study scripture (in the form of the Books of Moses). It also touched upon verses in Matthew and Philippians. My fingers were darting all over my iPhone's Bible app, and I must have looked like an oddball because everyone else was using good ol' fashion printed books.
The service lasted two and a half hours. And I definitely felt that I was a better person for being there. The people of this church are very friendly and welcoming. They take their prayer life seriously, and that's something that in recent years I have started to better appreciate in my own spiritual journey. They thought it was very neat that I had asked Google to show me churches nearby, and the top result was a place that I can see from my living room window.
I can't say anything in Russian other than "da" and "nyet", but I really enjoyed spending a few hours with my fellow believers. Language has never been an insurmountable obstacle for those who are in the Kingdom of God. Faith and love will always prevail. I may not have understood the words, but the smiles and the light in their eyes said it all well enough.
It's quite likely that I may go back soon. There are a few other churches that I've the curiosity to also investigate in the next few weeks. No matter where I end up though, there is great comfort and joy in knowing that true brothers and sisters in Christ are but a brisk walk away from my front door.
I've said it before, and I try to be mindful of it, but it's true: The Lord provides.
Actually I've had it for a very long time now (I think 2006). I just haven't done anything with it until this week...
Some friends suggested that I "increase marketability". So I'm putting myself out there in a way I might have not done before. In assembling this I've become a bit astounded at all the experiences that have been racked up over the past decade or two. In spite of having manic depression - or maybe because of it - I've wound up with a pretty impressive skills-set and collaborative history. I also uploaded and included a portfolio of some of my video work, bits of which have never been seen by a wide audience until now (I'm particularly fond of the "Wacky Dead" clip).
So for like the third or fourth time in my life I am entering the field of education.
I promise that I won't read "The Call of Cthulhu" to second graders again.
(No, seriously, that's what happened.)
Looking forward to taking young minds full of mush and molding them into critically thinking members of society. Or playing a small part in it anyway :-)
Hey gang, got something really special for you. How often is it that you have the chance to get in on the ground floor of a new piece of technology? Okay, maybe because of the Internet that chance happens on a routine basis now. But even so, here's a utility that so far as I know is pretty unique.
I've known Matt LaCoe for quite awhile now. He and I worked together at an on-campus computer store when we were students at Elon. I saw his technical prowess then and he's only gotten better. And now he's presenting us with a new mobile app: Safehouse.
It would be better if Matt explained it to y'all:
Have you ever found yourself lost, tired, unsure of where you are, where to go or what to do? Have you ever felt fear that you might be harmed by persons who have taken an great interest in you for one reason or another? Do you remember how these feeling felt? Do you recall the desire to feel safe in those moments?
What if you had a mobile application that would just that for you? What if you could simply hit a button and be guided to a place that would be a "Safehouse" for you? Would you use it?
As as disabled combat veteran I decided that I would try to change this. The objective is to create an application that will allow users who are both travelling and those who can offer a safe place when needed. Whether it be to avoid a bad situation or simply find a safe spot to park your car for the night and having someone near willing to look for your safety. I can easily highlight different use cases for this application but, it the ones I can't imagine that might make this app the difference in someone's life. Whether you are an adventurous person seeing the world or simply a college student trying to make their way home to visit family for the holidays wouldn't it be nice to have an application on your phone designed to look out for your safety?
Safehouse addresses that need, for a wide spectrum of people in our communities. If you're requiring the assistance of others, help is available with a finger stroke on the phone screen. It's a really neat concept and I can't think of anyone better to bring this to market than Matt.
So I ask you to visit Matt's page, and consider backing it. I've all the confidence in the world that Matt is going to launch something very wonderful with this.
Last month I stumbled on an online archive that has tons of issues of various newspapers going back many, many years. Including The Pendulum: the student newspaper of Elon University. Or at least it used to be. I've been scrounging around Elon's website and it seems that The Pendulum has gone defunct: a casualty of instant news, social media and streaming video. I hate to see that happen to any newspaper, because there is a priceless value to be had on printed information chronicling a place and its people. It is also a magnificent snapshot of the thoughts and ideas and values of those people. I looked and I looked, but I didn't see any opinion/editorial writing recently on Elon's servers. Having those gone is an immeasurable loss.
Well anyway, I previously found the first op-ed piece I wrote for The Pendulum, about abortion. I hadn't gone searching for any more essays until this afternoon. I came across several more articles. This one aroused some appreciation but also a fair amount of anger, about what I wrote regarding abortion and homosexuality. I was only sharing Mother Teresa's perspective on such matters. It wasn't anything that she herself was not unaccustomed to during her lifetime of service.
So, from the September 25, 1997 edition of The Pendulum, here is my column. Click to enlargen...
In keeping with this blogger's enjoyment of finding and sharing good stuff, I'm going to do a review of something that I came across lately. And so far I'm mighty impressed with it.
I don't know where they came from, maybe on some vegetation that I got from the grocery store, but this summer has been absolutely wretched from gnats and fruit flies. They've been getting all over the house, and I've had to swat them away from my computer screen Lord only knows how often. Just a real nuisance.
So I was watching television a few weeks ago and caught some commercials for the Zevo flying insect trap. According to the ads it uses ultraviolet and infrared light to draw in bugs and making them fall prey to the adhesive cartridge within. You just slap a cartridge into the unit and plug it into a wall outlet, in your kitchen or wherever.
I decided it was worth a gamble. Off to Walmart I went, and got a starter set with 2 traps and 4 cartridges. When I got home I read the directions and within two minutes had a trap set up in the kitchen and the other in my living room.
The results?
The Zevo traps began catching gnats and fruit flies almost immediately. A few hours later I checked the traps and was astounded at how many tiny bugs each of them had dispatched to the nether regions. That was six days ago. I looked into the traps again in the past little while and the traps have caught even more. There is a drastic and very obvious reduction of tiny critters zooming around the place. I think my dog Tammy has even noticed.
I am very much convinced about the effectiveness of Zevo's little gadget. It is definitely working as advertised. I'll heartily recommend it to this blog's readers. In fact, you might want to consider getting an extra starter set, and provide more coverage for your home. It is also, I have discovered, a very helpful nightlight that nicely illuminates your path to the kitchen if you're ever wanting to raid the fridge at 1 in the morning.
The Zevo flying insect trap is sold at Walmart and I'm sure at other retail stores, and it's on Amazon also. You've got some options about which traps to get. Which ever one you choose, I will attest that it is well worth the cost.
