James Talarico is a candidate for U.S. Senate and he aspires to represent the Great State of Texas.
The media frequently identifies him as a Biblical scholar. That is curious because he makes puzzling claims about what the Bible does and does not say and he backpedals on the importance of Christianity.
His claim (paraphrasing, here) that Christianity is one way to find truth but there are at least a half-dozen ways that are just as good is the statement that gets the most attention.
The literate Christian is quick to respond with John 14:6
"Jesus said to him, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."
Another puzzling statement by Talarico got much less attention. He said "Nowhere in the Bible does Jesus tell us to worship him."
The only way you can get snookered into this argument is if you believe every verse in the Bible must stand alone with no connection to anything else written in the Bible.
There are many times in the Gospels where Jesus announces his divinity (i.e. tells his listeners that he is God). He was using language that was powerful and direct for his listeners (who were pious Jews) but might bounce off of us. One example: "I am the good shepherd..." in John chapter 10 is a direct reference to Psalm 23 which starts out "The Lord is my shepherd..."
When asked by a contemporary, Biblical scholar "Which is the greatest commandment" in Matt chapter 22, Jesus immediately responded "“You shall love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind"
To love "with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind" is an excellent definition of "worship", in my mind.
So, for a person with multiple years of study in a seminary to claim that Jesus never told us to worship him is either totally ADHD or has difficulty telling the truth when it doesn't serve his purposes.
Given Talarico's current profession, I am more inclined to attribute his mental-lapses to the second cause.
I was watching a four-minute video on Youtube where the presenter discussed the reasons why "Backpack Camping" is an endangered species in many Boy Scouting programs and how to "bring it back".
There are a multitude of reasons.
One of them was the hollowing-out of mid-range adventures. Most camping, while still in tents, involves one of the leaders bringing a trailer that was a warehouse for back-up gear. On the more challenging end, the short jaunts from the troop's home-base to a place where they could camp evaporated. That results in a large jump from camping that was only slightly more challenging than staying in a Holiday Inn to a four-hour ride in a car or even having to fly in a plane. That is a pretty intimidating introduction to carrying you home on your back.
Another reason is that no scout shall ever be left alone with an adult leader, ever. That automatically doubled the number of leaders required to do any activity. A shortage of adult volunteers had always been a limiting factor. Trying to line up enough adults whose work and family schedules allowed them to sally-forth into the wilderness with a bunch of young hooligans at the same time squared the difficulty of that challenge.
The scheduling challenge is compounded by the 24/7 nature of our economy. "Professionals" and "Trades" now have to work shifts that can be any day of the week and any block of times within that week. Often, those work hours are dynamic, meaning that the employer can CHANGE them to meet their business needs. I worked one job where I worked 11 hour shifts, day shift Friday and Saturday, night shift Sunday and Monday. I had a one-hour commute on each end of those shifts.
A third major reason is that the United States is vastly richer today than it was in the 1960s. Back then, most 6th grade kids in Michigan had never been outside the state. Now, many 6th graders have been to the east coast or California. Many of them have been outside of the country. Scouting is now just one activity among scores of competing activities for that age-slot.
That richness in material goods also absorbs more potential volunteers. The father who might have pitch-hit as an assistant scout master on a camp-out is now flying to Myrtle Beach to play golf or has a 24' fishing boat on Lake Michigan.
It is probably worth noting that in 1972 nobody was comparing the standard mishaps of young campers to the highly edited perfection of the internet influencers. Back then, you could comfort young campers by telling them that everybody ate scrambled pancakes, that bacon tastes better with wood-ash on it and, while it had its disadvantages, soaping the inside of the pan with dish detergent did make them easier to clean. The goal in camping was not to score a Netfix contract but simply to do slightly better than the last effort.
One factor that the presenter does not discuss is the fragmentation of the family. Suppose you are not married to the mother of your two, shared children and she has custody. On your weekends, you are responsible for both of them. Who is going to watch the other child if you go hiking with the one who is a scout?
A factor that was brought up in the comments is how expensive the backpacking gear is. I am skeptical about that claim. Boots and apparel are MUCH cheaper, after inflation, than they were in the 1960s and 1970s. Backpacks might be about the same but the quality and features outstrip anything that was available back then. Tents might be slightly more expensive but now but they roll-up into a package smaller than a folded US flag and have mosquito netting, integral floors and functional rain-flies. Three times the functionality and one-third the weight.
I am curious to see what the presenter's next video tells us.
In Russia, they have folk-songs about raspberries.
Alternating bites. Persimmon in Quicksilver's right hand. Bunch of ripe raspberries in her left.
Life is very, very good. Especially if you are blessed to be a grandparent.
I got another 100 feet of potato row dug. I really need to start writing things down. The north half of the potato patch was Lehigh and the southwest 1/4 was Kennebec. My memory was that the west end was Lehigh and the northeast quarter was Kennebec.
I really want to be sure to keep at least 40 pounds of Lehigh to plant next season. I can get Kennebec seed potatoes locally, so I don't need to save seed potatoes from them.
Today's plan is to take Quicksilver apple picking and to dig another 100' of potatoes.
Mrs ERJ watched one of the political debates. The debate was hosted by the local public TV station. The moderators didn't moderate. They joined the communist by cross-examining the conservative and letting the communist use much of the conservative's time to interrupt and launch verbal harpoons.
Obviously, the entire "PBS" and "NPR" universe hates Trump with the heat of a million, white-hot suns. He stopped their gravy-train and commies gonna commy.
The 40k ft fly-over is that the debate was a draw. The communist kept talking like he was running against Donald Trump (who is not running for Michigan's 7th Congressional seat) and the conservative could not get the communist to own the fact that, by his own posts on social media and video footage, he wants to dismantle the police and prison system and outlaw fossil fuels.
I had great plans for yesterday. Most of them are now great plans for today.
We had drop-in company.
Mrs ERJ had to run errands and I was tasked with watching Quicksilver.
My truck got stuck out-back.
The trailer I went to go look at had been sold.
I took a nap.
On the positive side
After about 10 days of being drunk-and-disorderly, I pulled myself together and went for a run. I only went two miles but it felt fast. I felt like I was gliding.
Let's see, digging potatoes, my back hurt, I helped somebody move, dental issues. All good reasons to take a pause. But now it is time to go back to work.
And I did a few deadlifts with the concrete-and-black-iron-pipe dumbbell after that same 10 days off. Nothing outrageous. I dead-lifted it once and held it fifteen seconds and then slowly put it down. I repeated that three more times over the course of about an hour. The concrete-&BIP dumbbell is a set 205 pounds so there is no warming up with a lighter weight. As Yoda said, "There is no "try". There is only "DO"."
I have an appointment with the dentist for November 10 to deal with the missing filling.
And I tilled the parts of the potato patch that we had already dug.
This is the "Before" picture. From the west end, looking east.
This is the "After" picture. From the east end, looking west.
My intention is to scatter red clover seeds and let if fallow for a year. Red clover fixes nitrogen. Maybe not enough in a year to get a full crop of potatoes but perhaps enough to allow me to sprinkle less of it and still get a full crop.
Another thought from yesterday on the manager at Quality Dairy
People calibrate based on your "normal". In instrumentation, it is called auto-ranging. If "F-n-c-k" in some form or another comes out of your mouth three times in every sentence, then one more "f-n-c-k" will not get anybody's attention. But if you very, very rarely resort to strong language, then using it once will electrify people.
If your verbal interactions point out the positives 75% of the time then the 25% of the time when you have to make a correction, it is much more likely to be taken to heart.
The positives cannot be BS. They have to be actions that you want to reinforce and want to see repeated. "Susy, those bronze sparkles in your hair go well with your eyes" don't cut it. "Denver, great job picking up a broom and sweeping for five minutes while you waited for me to get back to you" does cut it.
The boss who practices using the minimum amount of "correction" in their tone has a lot of head-room when they need to amplify the signal.
Phoenix Suns
If I was superstitious, I would bet on the Phoenix Suns to win the NBA championship. Quicksilver is now "into" combinations of purple-and-orange.
At first, I was afraid that she might be a Minnesota Vikings fan...but the colors more closely match those of the Phoenix Suns. If I read the odds correctly, they are a 15,000-to-1 long-shot.
Hornady H2266
The Hornady H2266 is a 55 grain, .224" diameter, "soft-point" projectile often used in the .223 Remington cartridge.
It has many limitations: It loses velocity like a beachball thrown into the wind, accuracy suffers from cross-winds, its light weight means it cannot breach barriers and reliably perform on flesh.
However, if you work within those limitations and can keep the impact velocity between 2300fps +/- 400fps then it works surprisingly well on deer-sized animals.
At 2500fps it offers 14" of penetration on ballistic gelatin, full mushrooming with 40 grains of retained mass. Higher impact velocity means less penetration and more violent mushrooming. Lower impact velocities mean deeper penetration and less mushrooming and weigh shedding.
A broadside shot through a typical deer's ribcage is only 6" or 7". Not all shots are broadside so the hunter has to use discretion. That is not a total deal-breaker, though. Even guys shooting 300 Winchester Magnums have to pass on shooting when the only part of the animal they can see is the rump.
If you are considering it for defensive purposes, be mindful that it might only offer 11" of penetration at across-the-room distances and that the "BOOM!" will be deafening in a closed room. 11" is less than the FBI standards but only by the tiniest amount.
An aside: I melted the lead core out of a H-2266 and determined that the copper-alloy jacket is 27% of the mass of the projectile. That compares to 33% for a 180 grain, Remington Core-lokt projectile from a 30-06. More copper means a harder, deeper penetrating bullet. They are in the same neighborhood.
One final complication: The actual muzzle velocity will vary between what the box bases its claims on rifles chambered for .223 Remington and what it will actually deliver out of a rifle chambered for 5.56x45mm NATO. The 5.56NATO chambered rifle will often have measured velocities that are 300fps slower than the listed velocity. That is actually to your advantage because 2950fps is much, much closer to the 2700fps-to-1900fps sweet-spot for adequate penetration.
Since the bullet loses about 100fps for every 25 yards it travels, the projectile out of an AR pattern rifle in 5.56NATO will be at the upper-end of that sweet-spot after traveling about 50 yards.
Indiana natives: Ungovernable
Technically, if you are traveling in reverse then the driver is in front of the steering wheel.
I had two interactions yesterday that I want to share.
I stopped at Family Fare (a regional grocery store) yesterday morning. At the checkout line I mentioned to Randy that $1.99 for four pounds of sugar is a great price.
He looked at the three packages I was buying and observed "And it never goes bad."
I said "Yeah, but it can solidify into a brick."
Then Randy suggested "It doesn't have to. You can store it in dry mayo jars or some other type of plastic container and it will stay pourable for decades."
I thanked him for that idea. It had never crossed my mind.
The other interaction was on the same shopping trip. I stopped into Quality Dairy (a regional convenience store) and purchased a jug of cider and a jug of milk.
Things were chaotic when I got up to the counter. One guy was resetting the gas pumps and was looking away, out the window. One guy was stocking the cigarettes 8 feet to my left. The guy who was immediately opposite me behind the counter was multi-tasking...trying to fix the receipt printer on a cash register and in-process a package that had just been dropped off by Amazon. The manager had just clocked-out for her break and was walking out the door to have her morning cigarette.
The gas guy had turned and locked up. Deer in the headlights time. There were too many things going on for him to process. The manager said "Troy, can you help the customer" and she nodded at me as she skated out the door.
The dude fighting with the receipt printer moved over a fraction of a foot. Troy moved to where he could work a register (maybe five feet) and he processed my transaction. (His name wasn't Troy but I needed to call him something in this short vignette).
The manager had not raised her voice. She didn't have to. Maybe the dude fixing the receipt printer is grumpy and Troy didn't want to ruffle his feathers. The manager handled it. Troy just needed the tiniest nudge to get off top-dead-center and the manager stepped up to take grumpy's ire (if he dared).
After I stowed the jugs in the truck, I mentioned to the manager that I thought she had handled things well back in the store. Not that it was a big deal. A calm "suggestion" at the right time can nudge future events away from ever becoming a big deal.
The manager had managed the art of "just enough" and "right time", and it showed.
So, two excellent customer interactions in two different businesses.
