NEWS COMMENTERRY—
Ms. Clinton vs. Barack Obama
Stumping in Washington state for last week’s primary Barack Obama drew 21,000 supporters at a speech in Seattle’s Key Arena. Meanwhile Ms. Clinton managed to attract a crowd of only 5,000 at that town’s Pier 30 Warehouse; statistics that have been common during Obama’s recent ascendency in the race for the Democrat nomination.
Another revealing news item deals with their comparative fundraising. Obama is reported to rake in multiple-millions of dollars in just hours of fundraising over the internet while Ms. Clinton is reported to be loaning her own campaign 5 million dollars while some of her campaign staff is now going unpaid.
Preceeding Sunday’s primary in Maine Obama had raised a reported $328,700 in that state alone while Clinton had managed a mere $76,400.
It seems to this novice old fogey in Ohio that, in this particular race, the fat lady may be tuning up.
Muslims continuing…
This recent story from Fox News:
“More Muslim Women Medics in UK Refusing to Follow Hygiene Rules”
“Muslim women working at UK medical facilities are increasingly refusing to comply with the basic hygiene standard of rolling up their sleeves when their (sic) washing hands, it was reported.
According to the UK’s Daily Telegraph, female workers are ignoring Britain’s Department of Health rules requiring medics to be ‘bare below the elbow’ because they consider showing any skin—outside the hands and face—immodest.
Admittedly, there is an ocean between me and the source of this news but it sure sounds like these jihad-prone fanatics prefer to march to the tunes of their clan’s modesty rules rather than obey the common sense science of good medical hygiene.
Why am I not surprised?
Monday, February 11, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
HAROLD ZEHNER
December 25, 1925 - February 9, 2008
My good friend Harold Zehner, US Army veteran, fellow photographer and well known around Ohio as Mr. Bike died today. He was 82.
He was featured on the blog March 12, 2007 when he and I went eagle hunting with our cameras last spring.
About a year before that a group of us from The Mid Ohio Bikers rode with Harold as he celebrated logging his 125,000th mile on a bicycle during a gentle ride on the local bike trail.
He will be best known to many local folks for his years of employment at Sid’s Camera Shop in Mansfield.
December 25, 1925 - February 9, 2008
My good friend Harold Zehner, US Army veteran, fellow photographer and well known around Ohio as Mr. Bike died today. He was 82.
He was featured on the blog March 12, 2007 when he and I went eagle hunting with our cameras last spring.
About a year before that a group of us from The Mid Ohio Bikers rode with Harold as he celebrated logging his 125,000th mile on a bicycle during a gentle ride on the local bike trail.
He will be best known to many local folks for his years of employment at Sid’s Camera Shop in Mansfield.
Harold was a cancer patient and his primary care giver, Mrs. Cherri Vidonish, Lexington, said arrangements are in charge of the Snyder Funeral Home in Lexington. Funeral details will be available here: http://www.snyderfuneralhomes.com/
Rest in peace my friend.
ICE FISHING ON THE POND—
Dave Jung and Brother Mike, both of Bellville (above) enjoy a sparkling winter morning with some bluegill fishing on the pond. Dave and daughter Stefanie, a sophomore at John Carroll University in Cleveland, did a warm up a few days earlier and, counting both expeditions, nabbed a catch large enough for a nice family meal.
In the photos to the right Mike hand-holds a small ice pole. They are rigged with a little two-legged stand so they can stand alone and have a spring loaded red indicator near the end so a fisherman can watch several poles at one time and clearly see when a fish strikes.
In the close-up Dave unhooks his little ice lure from a bluegill. The hooks were tipped with
waxworms for bait and in one stretch he caught more than a half dozen fish on the same worm until it needed replaced.
The Jung’s were pleased with the size of the bluegill population, confirming our belief the pond has maintained a nice predator/prey balance between the bluegill and the largemouth bass who are also thriving on the smaller fish’s abundance and size.
Dave Jung and Brother Mike, both of Bellville (above) enjoy a sparkling winter morning with some bluegill fishing on the pond. Dave and daughter Stefanie, a sophomore at John Carroll University in Cleveland, did a warm up a few days earlier and, counting both expeditions, nabbed a catch large enough for a nice family meal.
In the photos to the right Mike hand-holds a small ice pole. They are rigged with a little two-legged stand so they can stand alone and have a spring loaded red indicator near the end so a fisherman can watch several poles at one time and clearly see when a fish strikes.
In the close-up Dave unhooks his little ice lure from a bluegill. The hooks were tipped with
waxworms for bait and in one stretch he caught more than a half dozen fish on the same worm until it needed replaced.The Jung’s were pleased with the size of the bluegill population, confirming our belief the pond has maintained a nice predator/prey balance between the bluegill and the largemouth bass who are also thriving on the smaller fish’s abundance and size.
Mike married our good friends’ Duane and Jerry Maxwell’s daughter Diane many years ago, and, I did their wedding photographs. Small world! As they say.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Following is an email story from Wende Carter-Wolf, (right)daughter TJ’s partner. Eli is their very, very precocious son who will be 7 in April. They live in Jacksonville, FL:
Wende: "Sometimes, the drive home from school can get interesting. This was just part of today's conversation:"
Eli: "Nothing lasts forever."
Me: "True. Except for my love for you." [Don't puke at my syrupy language. I'm a Mom. I'm allowed. Plus, I said it with drama.]
Eli: "Not even that."
Me: "Why not?"
Eli: "Because....well...what about when you pass away?"
Me: "You don't think I'll love you anymore when I'm dead?"
Eli: "Well...no."
Me: "So what happens when you die?"
Eli: "You're just dead."
Me: "What is death?"
Eli: "It's when your body stops and your heart stops pumping blood."
Me: "Is there anything else left?"
Eli: "Well, the brain keeps on working."
Me: "No, your brain is dead too, when you die."
Eli: "Well your mind then."
Me: "How is your mind different from your brain?"
Eli: "Your brain contains your mind."
Me: "So what happens to your mind, when your brain dies?"
Eli: "When your brain dies, your mind and its schema gets recycled. It goes into another person and becomes their ability. Then they have the ability to learn what you knew."
After some discussion, it appears that this transfer can happen into a baby or an adult. Then:
Me: "So what is schema?"
Eli: (Laughing incredulously) "You don't know what schema is?"
Me: "No." [Just for the record, I really do. No self-respecting clinical psych drop-out would lack that knowledge.]
Eli: "Schema is everything that you know, and everything that you think you know."
Now, for those of you who didn't drop out of grad school (or, apparently, attend Jacksonville Beach Elementary), the dictionary.com definition is:
Schema
noun
1. an internal representation of the world; an organization of concepts and actions that can be revised by new information about the world
2. a schematic or preliminary plan [syn. outline]
Which one of you is offering to take him for the summer right after he turns 13? I think we're gonna need a break.
Love,
Wende
Wende: "Sometimes, the drive home from school can get interesting. This was just part of today's conversation:"
Eli: "Nothing lasts forever."
Me: "True. Except for my love for you." [Don't puke at my syrupy language. I'm a Mom. I'm allowed. Plus, I said it with drama.]
Eli: "Not even that."
Me: "Why not?"
Eli: "Because....well...what about when you pass away?"
Me: "You don't think I'll love you anymore when I'm dead?"
Eli: "Well...no."
Me: "So what happens when you die?"
Eli: "You're just dead."
Me: "What is death?"
Eli: "It's when your body stops and your heart stops pumping blood."
Me: "Is there anything else left?"
Eli: "Well, the brain keeps on working."
Me: "No, your brain is dead too, when you die."
Eli: "Well your mind then."
Me: "How is your mind different from your brain?"
Eli: "Your brain contains your mind."
Me: "So what happens to your mind, when your brain dies?"
Eli: "When your brain dies, your mind and its schema gets recycled. It goes into another person and becomes their ability. Then they have the ability to learn what you knew."
After some discussion, it appears that this transfer can happen into a baby or an adult. Then:
Me: "So what is schema?"
Eli: (Laughing incredulously) "You don't know what schema is?"
Me: "No." [Just for the record, I really do. No self-respecting clinical psych drop-out would lack that knowledge.]
Eli: "Schema is everything that you know, and everything that you think you know."
Now, for those of you who didn't drop out of grad school (or, apparently, attend Jacksonville Beach Elementary), the dictionary.com definition is:
Schema
noun
1. an internal representation of the world; an organization of concepts and actions that can be revised by new information about the world
2. a schematic or preliminary plan [syn. outline]
Which one of you is offering to take him for the summer right after he turns 13? I think we're gonna need a break.
Love,
Wende
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
PREVIEW FOR SATURDAY—
Recently, the pond hosted its first ever ice fisher-people (one of them was a woman). Dave Jung and his daughter Stefanie (above left) of Bellville used an auger-left foreground in the photo-to drill through the 6 inch ice for access to a cloudy morning’s fishing. Their story and more photos are featured on Saturday’s blog. We will be delighted to have you stop by.
_________________
With the following squib, Fogeyism’s introduces a new short piece to the blog. We call it...
A FOGEYISM FACTOID
The Trivial Variety—
A hummingbird weighs less than a penny.
Recently, the pond hosted its first ever ice fisher-people (one of them was a woman). Dave Jung and his daughter Stefanie (above left) of Bellville used an auger-left foreground in the photo-to drill through the 6 inch ice for access to a cloudy morning’s fishing. Their story and more photos are featured on Saturday’s blog. We will be delighted to have you stop by.
_________________
With the following squib, Fogeyism’s introduces a new short piece to the blog. We call it...
A FOGEYISM FACTOID
The Trivial Variety—
A hummingbird weighs less than a penny.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
COMMENTERRY—
The election of 2008 could be the first time ever I do not cast a ballot for any presidential candidate.
On the (D) side among the top two candidates remaining:
Obama, while likely to be least damaging of the two to the country’s future and, admittedly, a comforting persona on the campaign trail is just another sugar-coated liberal with slick oratorical skills.
Clintons (Yup, Slickwillie could be part of this package); if you really want to get a handle on this woman’s true character consult with your librarian on several books written by secret service officers who have had the extreme displeasure of being subjected to her private life. I like the idea of a woman in the race for the presidency but it is darn sure not this one.
On the (R) side everytime I ponder that crowd of politicians I have a compelling urge to consume prodigious quantities of heartburn medicine.
My choice all along has had the good sense to ignore the very idea of becoming a candidate. Moreover I fear her involvement with the Bush presidency would now be a serious flaw in such an effort.
But, a black lady from humble Alabama beginnings has risen—quite naturally—to an extremely high position in government and on the way had a stunning career in education including earning her PhD degree.
The lady is Condoleezza Rice who has served tirelessly and usually quietly on the world stage as US Secretary of State while Ms. Clinton has spent recent years zipping around the US and glad-handing anyon
e who might be of use to her personal, political ambitions.
The funniest line I have heard in this regard recently came from some Washington wag, who, tiring of Clinton’s yakking about her credentials to be a presidential candidate coming from living in the White House for eight years quipped, “So has the pastry chef”. Amen.
Who knows what will happen between now and the GOP nominating convention but history reveals General Dwight Eisenhower came home from the Second World War in Europe and found himself drafted as a candidate and winning election and reelection as US President.
The election of 2008 could be the first time ever I do not cast a ballot for any presidential candidate.
On the (D) side among the top two candidates remaining:
Obama, while likely to be least damaging of the two to the country’s future and, admittedly, a comforting persona on the campaign trail is just another sugar-coated liberal with slick oratorical skills.
Clintons (Yup, Slickwillie could be part of this package); if you really want to get a handle on this woman’s true character consult with your librarian on several books written by secret service officers who have had the extreme displeasure of being subjected to her private life. I like the idea of a woman in the race for the presidency but it is darn sure not this one.
On the (R) side everytime I ponder that crowd of politicians I have a compelling urge to consume prodigious quantities of heartburn medicine.
My choice all along has had the good sense to ignore the very idea of becoming a candidate. Moreover I fear her involvement with the Bush presidency would now be a serious flaw in such an effort.
But, a black lady from humble Alabama beginnings has risen—quite naturally—to an extremely high position in government and on the way had a stunning career in education including earning her PhD degree.
The lady is Condoleezza Rice who has served tirelessly and usually quietly on the world stage as US Secretary of State while Ms. Clinton has spent recent years zipping around the US and glad-handing anyon
e who might be of use to her personal, political ambitions.The funniest line I have heard in this regard recently came from some Washington wag, who, tiring of Clinton’s yakking about her credentials to be a presidential candidate coming from living in the White House for eight years quipped, “So has the pastry chef”. Amen.
Who knows what will happen between now and the GOP nominating convention but history reveals General Dwight Eisenhower came home from the Second World War in Europe and found himself drafted as a candidate and winning election and reelection as US President.
Could history repeat itself in some form of a draft movement this year? I hope so.
Friday, February 1, 2008
NOT THE BRIGHTEST BULB ON THE STRING--
This rioter at a makeshift roadblock in Kisumu, Kenya mugs the camera during an ethnic clensing rampage that has recently swept this eastern African country. Hundreds have been reported killed in rioting that followed a disputed election with underlying long-standing hatred among local tribes. AP Photo
This rioter at a makeshift roadblock in Kisumu, Kenya mugs the camera during an ethnic clensing rampage that has recently swept this eastern African country. Hundreds have been reported killed in rioting that followed a disputed election with underlying long-standing hatred among local tribes. AP Photo
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