Thursday, June 5, 2008

Psst... Hey... You...


Going deep undercover, Secret Agent LadyStyx took this photograph and sent it into the photo-analysis lab for processing.

After many hours of peering at it under a magnifying glass, processing the image digitally, and running countless hours of computer imagine comparison and search algorithms, an astounding discovering has been made by the dedicated staff of the ultra-secret special secrets and all things undercover lab.

There are more than two Alien Space Spheres out there and the Government is secretly watching them and probably doing so without a court sanctioned warrant too.


Army Observation Post Manned by Midgets surreptitiously watching the two known Alien Space Spheres.

This is indisputable evidence that the observation post on the tractor trailer was being taken to an undisclosed location where it too, will be manned (probably by people of normal height judging by its size) for the purpose of observing one or more hitherto unannounced Alien Space Sphere(s).

If you have your aluminium foil hat, I strongly recommend you put it on and keep wearing it.

The Portage Walk of Basto

The Death March of Bataan took place in the Philippines in 1942 and was later accounted as a Japanese war crime. The 60-mile march occurred after the three-month Battle of Bataan, a part of the Battle of the Philippines, during World War II.

The march, involving the forcible transfer of 75,000 American and Filipino prisoners of war captured by the Japanese in the Philippines from the Bataan peninsula to prison camps, was characterized by wide-ranging physical abuse and murder inflicted upon the prisoners along the route by the Japanese Army.

Beheadings, cut throats and casual shootings were common, as were bayonet stabbings, rapes, disembowelments, numerous rifle butt beatings and the refusal to allow the prisoners food or water while keeping them continually marching for nearly a week in tropical heat. About 1 in 4 prisoners died enroute.


Basto is lower mid-left / Speedwell upper-right

The Portage Walk of Basto took place in the New Jersey Pine Barrens during my years as a Boy Scout. The 10 mile walk occurred after a couple days of pleasant canoeing on the Mullica (or perhaps it was the Basto?) River. The plan was to walk from the historic Village of Basto to the head of the Wading River in Speedwell, NJ.

But first -

Batsto Iron Works were started by Charles Read along the Batsto River in 1766. Batsto had the natural resources necessary for making iron. The Iron Works produced household items such as cooking pots and kettles. During the Revolutionary War years, Batsto manufactured supplies for the Continental Army.

Several generations of the Williams family would manage Batsto for 92 years. By the mid 1800’s, iron production declined and Batsto became a glass making community known for its window glass. Soon the glass business was also finished, and Batsto was in receivership.

Joseph Wharton, a Philadelphia businessman, purchased Batsto in 1876. Wharton continued to purchase property in the area surrounding Batsto. He was also involved in a variety of forestry and agricultural endeavors. Joseph Wharton died in 1909. From his death until 1954, the Wharton properties in the Pine Barrens were managed by the Girard Trust Company in Philadelphia.

Today, this area of the pine barrens is known as New Jersey's Wharton State Forest and it is literally laced with places to walk, birdwatching, and superlative canoeing.


The River Flowing Through the Forest


The Water in the Pine Barrens Looks Like Tea - Colored by minerals in the soil, the cedar colored water is quite drinkable but not the nicest looking.


The Canoeist Vista - The Reason for the Walk

The day of the walk dawned bright and sunny - the temperatures and the humidity started to climb steadily. By the time we Boy Scouts were ready and underway, it had gotten quite warm. The gravel/sandy road from Basto to Speedwell was very straight, very dusty, and virtually without any shade whatsoever. Hour after sweating hour we trudged through the dust in the loose footing as the torment of the heat and humidity was joined by the black and green-head flies. A short stop for lunch found the last of the water gone - and the walk once more resumed. Someone mentioned the walk had turned into a "death march" and another said, "this must be what bacon feels like". Our peerless Scoutmaster said something about the "Death March of Bataan" in response - and we had a moments silence in respect for those that suffered (like us, so we thought).

Finally about a half mile from the end, the path turned into some very welcomed shade - its coolness was a pleasure but nature had another delight for us, some wild blueberries growing in heavy fruit abundance and to top it off, my Mom came down the road from Speedwell with large containers of fresh cold water. Tired and dusty, we stuck our feet into the cool waters of Wading River, drank and ate our fill - while vowing to never ever walk from Basto to Speedwell again.

But as fate would have it, a year or two later, we did this walk again - but this time, we carried three times the water and it was nowhere near as hot.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Boobies in Chat

Last night I was in a chat room and one of the more (I can't say "most", being a chat veteran of many years) bizzare conversations occurred.

For a guy like me, normally entering a room and seeing "boobies!" is a pleasant surprise and well, the conversation was sure to be "interesting".

The person that first mentioned the word, however, is a bit difficult to follow and understand, not being the umm, the sharpest knife in the drawer, lets say - But hey, that has never stopped me from jumping in.

One thing lead to another and I ended up being envious of a chatter that had the luck to go to Galapagos and see the exotic wildlife there - I also want to say I respect this chatter very much -

So this morning, while things were slow at work, I surfed the web for boobies... and here is what I found:


Red-footed Booby


Blue-footed Booby

I'm awestuck by how vivid the color of their feet is... and of course their "facial expressions" are intriguing to!

I had some coffee, pushed some paper, discussed a couple telecommunications issues with the boss and... got to thinking... I can hear someone saying "Ut oh"...

I took off my shoes, and I will claim to have taken off my alleged socks, and looked at my feet and thought, ummm... boobies...


I Guess I'm a Booby Mutt

Little Iggy seems have revived from the dead - I guess I need some more Tough Actin' Tinactin®.

Boy the way Glen Miller played...

As of June 4, 2008 at 7:00 AM
Steps: 3,282,233
Miles: 1371.58

Each week, Archie and Edith Bunker would sit at their piano and sing:
"Boy the way Glen Miller played, songs that made the hit parade, guys like us we had it made, those were the days, and you know where you were then, girls were girls and men were men, mister we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again, didn't need no welfare states everybody pulled his weight, gee our old Lasalle ran great, those were the days!"

What brought that on? Well, while looking for something on the web for work, I stumbled into the following picture -


Car at Pennsylvania Turnpike Service Station in 1941

And it immediately reminded me of a photo album my grandparents had showing them taking a trip with my dad as a young boy - My grandparents were "travel-holics" - I think they visited every state in the USA and at least 30 foreign countries.

Combine that with the knowledge that my dad had a red convertible when he met my mom - My mom still says one of the major reasons she went out with him was to get into this car!

So in an instant, a kaleidoscope of impressions streamed though my head and work was nearly forgotten.

What Things Cost in 1940:

Car: $800**
Gasoline: 18 cents/gallon - pumped, windows washed, and oil checked!
House: $6,550
Bread: 8 cents/loaf
Milk: 34 cents/gal
Postage Stamp: 3 cents
Stock Market DOW Index: 131
Average Annual Salary: $1,900
Minimum Wage: 30 cents per hour

**Obviously without OnStar, Navigation System, MP3 Player, Airbags (and maybe even seat belts), electric windows, electric locks, and A/C. It might of had, but not necessarily, power steering and an automatic transmission! The car in this picture may be rusting away in a junk yard, a proud sight at an auto show, on a car spindle, or even recycled today.