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rbowman
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On 06/06/2022 04:51 AM, Don Y wrote:
The only real enmity I remember were some Greek and Armenian friends who
really hated Turks. Moot point since there were no Turks.
That applied to churches too, the Irish church, the French church, etc.
I miss the North Boston festivals. You\'re not going to find scungilli
salad around here. For that matter I doubt you could find a canolli.
Even the vanilla offerings of Johnny Carino\'s only lasted about three
years.
Same as the Indian place Geraldo\'s, run by an actual Mexican, went out
of business although Cafe Rio lives on.
I suppose you could grill kielbasa but it never occurred to me. We
always boiled it. I was going to check but I assume the markets around
here carry it although you can\'t get too exotic. Blutwurst or boudin
rouge is something I haven\'t seen in a long time.
I should make a batch of golumki.At least I know I can find the makings.
Dolmadakia ain\'t going to happen.
> Stick to hot dogs and pizza! <frown>
At least I can get manakish until the nice ladies running the food truck
starve. They\'re trying to start a fixed restaurant with another group
that does kebabs and falafel. That tends to be the kiss of death. Food
trucks have drawbacks particularly in Montana\'s climate but you\'re not
paying rent and utilities 365 days a year either.
After you mentioned it I watched a video. The dealer was pretty but it
looked too complex for me. A friend tried to teach me cribbage but she
eventually gave up. Lack of interest more than anything else.
I have a taste for Schwedenkrimi and a lot of it gets translated to
German before it makes it to English if ever. Crime novels don\'t employ
an extensive vocabulary but every now and then I run into a word I\'m not
familiar with and the instant definition is easier than digging out a
dictionary.
No, it\'s not like buying a recliner. You\'re going to be in the thing for
12 or more hours a day so it better be right.
Too easy. The same friend has a UPS for his bed. It sounds weird until
you realize if the lights go out he\'s stuck in whatever position he\'s in
for the duration.
> Maybe the fasteners... <grin>
I\'m surprised they don\'t have a head pattern designed to keep meddlers
out. When I went to replace the thermoswitch on a Mr. Coffee I found the
screws were Tri-Wings. I suppose the American thing to do is buy a new
$25 coffee pot when a $4 part fails but I\'m stubborn. One more set of
bits added to my collection.
No fun. When Harley went to Torx they used a #25 on the chain inspection
plate and a #27 on the clutch derby. A lot of Torx sets didn\'t include a
#27 and using the #25 almost works until it strips the head out.
Then there is the mixture of metric and SAE to keep you on your toes.
Yeah, I always did have a problem with my grade school report cards with
the \'keeps desk neat\' check. \'keeps busy at worthwhile activities\' was
another problem. That one was because my definition of worthwhile and a
sixth grade teacher\'s weren\'t in the same universe.
The city water is all wells. I\'m out in the country on a private well
but they\'re all relatively shallow. I\'m not a fan of string trimmers so
I\'m liberal with the Spectracide but stay away from the pump house. I
prefer diquat to glyphosate as slightly less toxic.
We lived on a creek. The septic system of most houses along the creek
was very simple. You learned to swim with your mouth shut. Compared to
what the factories were pumping into the creeks and river that was nothing.
There was one swimming hole downstream for a dye works. When the whistle
blew you got out of the water because they were getting ready to dump
the dye vats. Regardless of Pete Seeger\'s overall politics he did a lot
to promote cleaning up the Hudson. By 2004 when I was back in the area
Albany had a very pleasant riverside park something that would have been
a joke in the \'60s.
I think it was three years ago when I first crossed the new bridge at
Hoover Dam. I\'ve lost track of the years with covid. I stopped and
played tourist, admiring the spillway that last saw water in the Reagan
administration. Even then LV was getting ready to dig deeper to keep the
water flowing. Now they seem to be literally finding out where the
bodies were buried.
More convenience uber alles to say nothing of stupidity. Things like
retiring, moving from Michigan to Phoenix, and wanting a lawn just like
back home. For that matter growing cotton under irrigation in Arizona
while they\'re turning cotton fields in the Mississippi Delta into
catfish farms. \'Cadillac Desert\' is very dated and could use a new,
revised edition.
Maybe it\'s time to reread \'The Milagro Beanfield War\' too.
On 6/5/2022 8:30 PM, rbowman wrote:
On 06/05/2022 05:54 PM, Don Y wrote:
Yup. Most jokes were ethnic, in nature. And, universally entertaining
(even if your ethnicity was the brunt of the joke -- as you could identify
with the stereotype being highlighted!)
The only real enmity I remember were some Greek and Armenian friends who
really hated Turks. Moot point since there were no Turks.
East, there were small, highly localized clusters of individual ethnic
backgrounds. This street would be irish, two blocks over, italian.
And, local \"festivals\" applicable to each region. (Plus the various
_____ Political Clubs)
That applied to churches too, the Irish church, the French church, etc.
I miss the North Boston festivals. You\'re not going to find scungilli
salad around here. For that matter I doubt you could find a canolli.
Even the vanilla offerings of Johnny Carino\'s only lasted about three
years.
Unless they are of the same ethnicity as your upbringing. In which case,
they are invariably a disappointment in their \"blandness\" (americanization)
Same as the Indian place Geraldo\'s, run by an actual Mexican, went out
of business although Cafe Rio lives on.
It\'s hard to introduce others to more authentic meals as the flavors
are usually too \"foreign\" for their palates. E.g., I\'ll prepare
butterflied /kielbasa/ cooked over a grill and served on a Kaiser roll
and find it better received than *boiled*. And, won\'t even bother
with /golobki/. Likewise, won\'t waste my time preparing /Scacciata
Siciliana/ or /cavatelli/ made from chestnut flour as the effort would
be lost on most palates.
I suppose you could grill kielbasa but it never occurred to me. We
always boiled it. I was going to check but I assume the markets around
here carry it although you can\'t get too exotic. Blutwurst or boudin
rouge is something I haven\'t seen in a long time.
I should make a batch of golumki.At least I know I can find the makings.
Dolmadakia ain\'t going to happen.
> Stick to hot dogs and pizza! <frown>
At least I can get manakish until the nice ladies running the food truck
starve. They\'re trying to start a fixed restaurant with another group
that does kebabs and falafel. That tends to be the kiss of death. Food
trucks have drawbacks particularly in Montana\'s climate but you\'re not
paying rent and utilities 365 days a year either.
Note that, unlike poker where you have a *single* hand that
plays against others, here you have a choice of how you will
arrange your cards into TWO hands -- given that you need to
beat *both* hands of the banker!
After you mentioned it I watched a video. The dealer was pretty but it
looked too complex for me. A friend tried to teach me cribbage but she
eventually gave up. Lack of interest more than anything else.
Or, in the case of the nooks, implicit links that provide access to
every word\'s definition, on the fly.
I have a taste for Schwedenkrimi and a lot of it gets translated to
German before it makes it to English if ever. Crime novels don\'t employ
an extensive vocabulary but every now and then I run into a word I\'m not
familiar with and the instant definition is easier than digging out a
dictionary.
I\'ve since realized that folks want (need!) the (customer) *support* that
goes with the chair; we\'re not going to give them that. And, I imagine a
lot of that is factored into the price of the chair and options -- as a
\"sale\" often involves a lot of the vendor\'s time/labor (getting user
measurements, configuring options, submitting claim to insurer, etc.).
It\'s not like buying a process control system or a TV.
No, it\'s not like buying a recliner. You\'re going to be in the thing for
12 or more hours a day so it better be right.
A bit of common (engineering) sense enabled me to sort out an easier
way to replace the batteries when failed:
- open main breaker (this isolates the DEAD batteries from the chair)
- connect chair to charger (I think this provides ~8A to the chair
albeit through flimsy \"charger\" wiring)
- sever the \"inhibit\" signal presented by the charger (intended to
ensure you can\'t operate any of the mechanisms while the charger
is connected; you can do this easily via a special little adapter
that provides continuity for power and gnd from the charger but
reroutes the inhibit signal)
- taking care NOT to engage the drive wheels, activate the elevator
(with no load on the seat!)
Why isn\'t this codified in the service manual (which is very detailed)?
Instead, one has to keep track of the special tool that is only
occasionally used to manually elevate the seat! (idiots)
Too easy. The same friend has a UPS for his bed. It sounds weird until
you realize if the lights go out he\'s stuck in whatever position he\'s in
for the duration.
> Maybe the fasteners... <grin>
I\'m surprised they don\'t have a head pattern designed to keep meddlers
out. When I went to replace the thermoswitch on a Mr. Coffee I found the
screws were Tri-Wings. I suppose the American thing to do is buy a new
$25 coffee pot when a $4 part fails but I\'m stubborn. One more set of
bits added to my collection.
Thankfully, at least they were reasonably consistent in their choice
of fasteners so the number of tools required is few.
No fun. When Harley went to Torx they used a #25 on the chain inspection
plate and a #27 on the clutch derby. A lot of Torx sets didn\'t include a
#27 and using the #25 almost works until it strips the head out.
Then there is the mixture of metric and SAE to keep you on your toes.
But, if you are honest with yourself, you KNOW that having 10 times the
desk space would just result in ten times the clutter! Hence the appeal
of an old school -- you can simply move away from a project and start fresh
with a \"virgin\" work area. In a seemingly limitless way (for small values
of limitless)
Yeah, I always did have a problem with my grade school report cards with
the \'keeps desk neat\' check. \'keeps busy at worthwhile activities\' was
another problem. That one was because my definition of worthwhile and a
sixth grade teacher\'s weren\'t in the same universe.
All of our domestic water is sourced from wells. *My* drinking water comes
from a well ~100 yards from here (technically, it feeds the distribution
network but you can safely assume that the majority of the water coming
from my tap came from that well!).
It gives you pause when you\'re spraying herbicide on weeds. Or, watching a
neighbor drain a pool.
The city water is all wells. I\'m out in the country on a private well
but they\'re all relatively shallow. I\'m not a fan of string trimmers so
I\'m liberal with the Spectracide but stay away from the pump house. I
prefer diquat to glyphosate as slightly less toxic.
I\'m as guilty as anyone. Old motor oil is great for keeping the dust
down in a gravel driveway.
As a kid, motor oil either was burned in the tempering oven where my
dad worked or poured into the storm drains -- to become someone else\'s
problem.
We lived on a creek. The septic system of most houses along the creek
was very simple. You learned to swim with your mouth shut. Compared to
what the factories were pumping into the creeks and river that was nothing.
There was one swimming hole downstream for a dye works. When the whistle
blew you got out of the water because they were getting ready to dump
the dye vats. Regardless of Pete Seeger\'s overall politics he did a lot
to promote cleaning up the Hudson. By 2004 when I was back in the area
Albany had a very pleasant riverside park something that would have been
a joke in the \'60s.
I\'m convinced water will be the biggest problem that we face (as a nation
and as a people) going forward. Our abuse of it is largely ingrained.
I think it was three years ago when I first crossed the new bridge at
Hoover Dam. I\'ve lost track of the years with covid. I stopped and
played tourist, admiring the spillway that last saw water in the Reagan
administration. Even then LV was getting ready to dig deeper to keep the
water flowing. Now they seem to be literally finding out where the
bodies were buried.
More convenience uber alles to say nothing of stupidity. Things like
retiring, moving from Michigan to Phoenix, and wanting a lawn just like
back home. For that matter growing cotton under irrigation in Arizona
while they\'re turning cotton fields in the Mississippi Delta into
catfish farms. \'Cadillac Desert\' is very dated and could use a new,
revised edition.
Maybe it\'s time to reread \'The Milagro Beanfield War\' too.