Speaking truth to power

Black podcasters responding to the "Chicago" Bears possibly moving out of Chicago.

Savage.

Winning quote "I know the people who are living in Indiana. They are quite happy and quite fine. Thank-you very much." at the 7:14 mark.

Thinking about willow trees

The image above is an elevation slice along the property line that will be getting a windbreak.

What is notable is that more than half of the distance the elevation is at or only slightly above the water-table.

Joe, the fruit and nut grower instantly sees the elevated areas with good drainage. The soggy parts are much harder to populate.

At this point, in a rare moment of practicality, the initial plantings in those areas will almost certainly be various types of willow trees. There are other species that would work, Bald Cypress, Tamarack, American Elm, Silver Maple and a few others...but it is tough to beat the ease of propagating willow cuttings.

This clone was collected along Peppermint Creek and is typical for the species. It is currently trained as "pollard" and needs a haircut.

Several of the clones I will be using were collected "in the wild". Michigan grew a lot of vegetables on "muck fields" before most of that moved to Mexico. Muck is not a "mineral" soil. It is mostly grass that grew in marshes and the old roots and blades of grass fell into the water and did not decay due to lack of oxygen. It is organic. It burns when dry. It also blows away when it is drained. So, most muck fields had windbreaks of...willow trees (or spruce). The farmers used White Willow (Salix alba) or Crack Willow (Salix × fragilis) which are European species. They have more vigor than our native Black Willow (Salix nigra).

Some of the selections have twigs with brown bark. Some have yellow bark. Some of the selections have better "tree" form (called "apical dominance" in the biz). I even have some selections with "curly" twigs which don't get as tall and have denser branching than the standard forms.

Schools, then-and-now

I counted the number of students who were in the same 3rd grade class I was in back in 1969-1970.

There were 38 students and the picture-frame had 15 blank spaces. That suggests that somewhere there were classes with  53 students in them.

Preposterous?

It was a different era. There were lots of kids. High schools in the Cleveland, Ohio area were running two-shifts because they could not build new ones quickly enough.

Most families were two-parent families. I only knew of one kid who "didn't have a dad" in my class of 38. That number was skewed because it was a Catholic school and Catholics believed, at the time, that divorce was as shameful as getting caught with hookers (Matt 5:32).

The teachers had standards and they expected you to toe-the-line. 

If you caused a problem in school, the teacher had a great deal of authority to "handle it" right then-and-there.

And if word got back to your parents that you had been disruptive, dad would-and-did whip your butt as soon as he came home from work. For one thing, your parents paid MONEY to send you to a Catholic school. While $200 dollars a year might not sound like a lot of money today, you could buy a brand-new, VW Beetle for $1995 dollars in 1969 so sending one kid to Catholic school was 10% of the cost of a new car.

There were fights on the playground but there were no knives pulled or tire-chains employed, at least at the grade-school level. I think the teachers were practical enough to realize that boys have a different way of establishing pecking-order than girls and they let us sort it out.

Today

Today, there is EXTREME pressure to not touch a child. God forbid that you should paddle them.

Today, there is EXTREME pressure for schools to not suspend kids. The thinking is that the SCHOOL is endangering the child by suspending them if they live in a single-parent home. If mom is working, then kid will be unsupervised and, somehow, that is the school's fault.

One principal told me that they were forbidden by the school board to suspend a kid for more than 10 days in a single school year. FORBIDDEN!!

The kid could bring a weapon to school and the principal could not drop-kick them out if they had already hit their ten days. They could assault a teacher. They could sexually assault another student in the rest-room. They could do drugs on school property...and the teacher and the administration's hands were tied. Oh...and don't even think about reporting it to the police.

In many places, class-loads are restricted to 25 kids or fewer per classroom. And it doesn't make any difference. 

The kids have this all figured out. The good ones still learn. The bad ones...well, without guard-rails they go flying off into bad places. 

Losing weight, tendons and an artful Info-mercial

I stepped on the scale yesterday and saw that I weighed 198 pounds. This morning it was 200. I was under the impression that I wasn't losing weight but that some of my fat was changing to muscle. It appears that I was wrong. Either wrong, or I need to replace the battery in the scale.

Tendons

A physical therapist talks about strengthening tendons in ===>THIS VIDEO<=== I skipped over the biology lesson to get you to the important stuff. The more detail-oriented readers may want to skip back to the beginning.

When Info-mercials are artwork

The Info-mercial. 

Some of the back story 

Niles Kinerk is the real-deal.

He started a business called Gardens Alive in the mid-1980s selling organic gardening "biologicals". That is, lady-bugs, praying mantis, nematodes, milky-spore, mycorrhizal dips for roots and so on. 

He grew the company by aggressively promoting his vision and by shipping high-quality products. By high-quality, I mean the product arrived in the customers' mailboxes alive and viable. Remember, living critters are perishable.

Around the year 2000 he bid on a raft of bankrupt nursery (trees, plants, seeds) companies. A venture capital company had collected the companies like so many Beanie-Babies earlier in the 1990s, borrowed a bunch of money through their businesses and passed the assets through a firewall to the parent company. Then they divested the soiled-doves with the debt but kept the assets.

The soiled-doves quickly face-planted and filed for bankruptcy. The judge required that they be auctioned-off.

One of the bunch put together an employee buy-back offer which the judge accepted.

Most of the rest were scooped up by Mr Kinerk.

At the time, I assumed it was so he could get their customer lists so he could send them Gardens Alive! literature and so he could have Gardens Alive! literature blown into their catalogs.

I was wrong.

Mr Kinerk hired a fellow Indiana nurseryman who was famous for his blunt manner of speaking and for being a leader in organic gardening. That was Ed Fackler.

I was not in the room, but I think it went something like this.

"Niles, they went bankrupt because they deserved to go bankrupt. The pictures in their catalogs look like they were drawn by third-graders with dull crayons and they were shipping crap to their customers" Ed might have said.

Then Ed explained that while that sounds harsh, they never would have fallen into the clutches of the vampire capital firms if they had been thriving. 

"What is it going to take to fix it?" Kinert might have asked.

"It is going to cost a lot of money..." Ed said.

"That is my problem. Figure out what it will take to fix it and fix it fast." Kinert responded.

Ed reached out through his network of contacts and collected horror stories. He made a plan and constructed a detailed list of what needed to be done.

Kinert found the money and made it happen.

Means, Motive, Opportunity...

Population of Los Angeles County, California: 9.8 million

Population of LA County ages 0-19: 2.2 million

Population of LA County ages 20-to-infinity: 7.6 million

Number of ineligible voters purged from the voter rolls after a legal challenge by Judicial Watch: 1.2 million names. That is more than 15% of the names.

While that is not "proof" of electoral fraud, you have to wonder why the people in power never got around to keeping the rolls "clean". Isn't that their job?  What could possibly have motivated them to not do their job?

Fine Art Tuesday

 

Hans Dahl was born in 1849 in Norway and died in 1937.

While much loved by "common people", Dahl was intensely criticized by other artists and by "intellectuals".

Even today, his paintings radiate joy and burst with youthful vigor. Somehow, he captures the essence of the female-form in the jaunty curve of a hip and angle of an elbow.

On the way to the Wedding Reception.

If you asked any person under 40 what she is doing, they would say she is checking her phone. In fact, she is knitting while she walks.

I suspect that the young man in the boat is going to get kissed shortly after he beaches the boat.

A dad and daughter fishing (video)

I enjoyed watching a couple of videos from a channel where a father takes his daughter fishing. She is about four years-old. They are speaking Russian so it could be Russia, Ukraine, Romania, Bulgaria, Moldova, Belarus, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania or one of the 'stans.

I am going to "port you in" where he is letting his little princess choose which bobber she wants to use.  ===>HERE<=== 

I think the dad does an excellent job coaching his daughter in the fine art of fishing. He appears to be very well attuned to how his daughter handles stress and emotion. He pressures her a few times "OK, it is YOUR turn to take the fish off the hook" but then backs off when the fish decides to get frisky. A few minutes later, his daughter had time to become comfortable with the idea and she gives it a whack. 

Quicksilver found this video to be pretty interesting, too. She watched with me almost to the end.

Nerdy details

The pond is surrounded by a pasture that is used for multiple species of animals (cattle, horses, turkeys(!) and possibly sheep) and the pond provides water for the animals.

All of the bright green in both photos are cockleburs.

The pasture would embarrass any proponent of Management Intensive Grazing. It has a major infestation of cocklebur (which is native to North America).

The cane pole's terminal tackle are a couple of "tear drops" that get earthworms added. I assume that they are on different length "droppers".

 

"Stuka", the plane

"Stuka", the fish

One of the surprises is that the dad catches a pike (Esox  lucius) when it inhales a small "roach" (Rutilus rutilus) that had taken his bait. The Russian word for "pike" is pronounced "Stuka" just like the German, WWII dive-bomber. The plane could have gotten that nickname due to the slender profile of the plane's nose resembling a pike or it could have been named that because pike hunt their prey from ambush. 

At the 1:10 mark you can see other vehicles in the background. I wonder if the land-owner "rents out" fishing rights on sort of a you-pick basis. The spot where the dad and daughter fish is frequently used for fishing. There are carp scales on the bank. That would be an interesting way to generate revenue.