Monday, December 19, 2022

Rosa setigera, Euonymus alatus and stealthy vowels

I wasn't sure what this productive rose species was.

Based on the bristles on the hips, the size and shape of the hip and the size of the clusters I think it is Rosa setigera or "Illinois Prairie Rose". I brought some hips home with me and will try to sprout the seeds. I will also take a few cuttings.

The thorns are ferocious. That is not a bad thing...in the right place.

I was scouting out places to go fishing for carp. Proud, I am not.

This plant caught my attention. It keys-out as Euonymus alatus. Notable for using so many vowels in its name. Unlike Rosa setigera, it is not a native to North America.

Vowels

Old McDonald had a farm.
A-E-I-O-U.
And on this farm she had a rose bush
A-E-I-O-U.
With an "Ouch!" "Ouch!" here
and an "Ouch!", "Ouch!" there,
here an "Ouch!", there an "Ouch!"
Everywhere an "Ouch", "#$%^& OUCH!!!"
Old McDonald had a farm
A-E-I-O-U...and sometimes Y and W...

Little known factoid: Under the rules of phonetics "W" is sometimes a vowel.

Consider the word "Willow". The second "w" is silent and makes the vowel (O) in front of it "say its own name". That is, it functions as a vowel.

Bulletin Board: Tips for Surviving Cold Weather

Well, here we go again with regard to southern states getting pounded with very cold weather.

Share your best "tips" in comments.

Discussion starters: 

  • Preparing your home
  • Draining plumbing
  • Antifreeze for traps
  • Moving to generate heat
  • Staying out of the wind
  • Novel materials for stuffing into cracks to reduce cold air infiltration
  • Diet
  • When to bail in, when to bail out
  • Strategies for using vehicle
    • Fill your gas tank(s) NOW!!!

Gratuitous "Hot Chicks" picture

All the cool bloggers tell me that pictures of hot chicks increase traffic. We will see.

Heller and Shannon: Mandated Reporter

The owner of the company that operated the float trips did not arrive at the campground until 6:30 in the morning, two-and-a-half hours after the kurfluffle. He brought a side-kick with him.

Ce’Diff’s and her tent-mate’s wounds had been thoroughly washed out sprayed with disinfectant. Ce’Diff demanded that the owner transport her to the nearest hospital and informed him that he was going to pay for the treatment.

While Ce’Diff was vociferously demanding what she saw as her rights, the side-kick was taking photos of the wounds and then of the inside of the tent.

“What the hell is HE doing?” Ce’Diff demanded to know.

“He is the company’s legal counsel” the owner told her. “It is pretty clear from the pattern of puncture marks on your hand that one of the raccoons bit you and my attorney is documenting that fact.”

“Well, he can’t take any photos of the inside of my tent without my permission!” Ce’Diff declared. Like hell she was going to let him take pictures of the empty fried potato-skin bags and other junk-food.

The owner scratched his head. Not that it itched but because it gave him time to think and to assess the other person.

“Ma-am, my attorney has a very sharp legal mind and he wrote the agreement and waivers that you signed before you joined this trip. You already GAVE us permission to take photos and use them for any purpose” the owner told her.

“The other thing is that I am a mandated reporter by West Virginia State law when there is a credible potential exposure to rabies” the owner told her. “I am afraid that I have to report this to the West Virginia Department of Health and they will communicate it to your home-state.”

Ce’Diff started to have second thoughts. “Rabies...you mean like Ol-Yeller?”

“Exactly. But you don’t need to worry. There is a series of vaccinations that you will be given so you won’t get it” the owner reassured her.

Ce’Diff HATED shots.

“I won’t HAVE to take them, will I?” she asked.

“’Fraid so, ma-am. It is a matter of public health. Your insurance company is likely to cancel your policy if you don’t take them. In some states, they might even lock-you up to ensure you take them. Folks take rabies very, very seriously” the owner said.

The owner and the attorney dropped off Ce’Diff and her tent-mate at the hospital Emergency Room a scant 60 minutes by road from the park. Unable to determine Ce’Diff’s vaccination status they shot her up with everything that she might be lacking. That included the first-of-four rabies vaccinations. Then they gave her a whacking big dose of antibiotics.

Ce’Diff called the owner after being discharged from the hospital. She demanded that he provide transportation and lodging for the night.

“’Fraid I can’t do that” the owner told her. “My legal counsel told me that offering any more help than what is outlined in the agreement that you signed might be seen as an admission of responsibility.”

“According to that agreement, you agreed to take full responsibility for transportation and lodging in the event you decided to terminate the trip early.”

“I was going back to town anyway, so it was no skin off my nose to drop you and your friend off at the hospital. I’d have done it for anybody ‘cause it didn’t cost me a dime.”

“But you are gonna have to call an Uber or a cab and figure out your own arrangements for the night” the owner told her before hanging up.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have given her a ride” the owner said to his attorney. They were having their morning coffee together.

“Nah. That’s OK. Like you said, we were going that way anyway” his brother-in-law and attorney told him.

The owner shook his head. “We gotta be careful with that one. Josh sent me some texts and said she is a real piece of work.”

“Then we just gotta treat her like she was anybody else” his attorney said as he broke open his bear-claw and spread it with extra butter.

*

Ce’Diff was not one to be trifled with. People were going to pay.

The “hospital” was small and shabby. The staff, while originally warm and cordial had turned cold and inhospitable. Ce’Diff almost wondered if they chose larger needles than were required.

Only one inn had internet. The rooms were small and smelled like cigarette smoke, cheap whiskey and romance-by-the-hour.

Ce’Diff didn’t know how Eldridge Klugman had arranged to have the raccoon attack her but she didn’t need to know HOW. It was enough to know that he somehow made it happen.

Life had been on an even, upward trend until she met him. Then it fell off a cliff.

She sprayed the keyboard of the “guest” computer in the lobby with disinfectant and started tapping away on the sticky keys. She was going to find and destroy Eldridge Klugman.

Nobody crossed Ce’Diff. Nobody.

Sunday, December 18, 2022

Dis and dat

 Yesterday, Mrs ERJ and I walked one of the potential 5k runs. The course was very flat and should be fast. That compares to my local 5k which has about 175 feet of vertical climb (total). That is still pretty flat by the standards of Kentucky and Tennessee.

The surface was icy, so I did not run. We simply walked it.

Southern Belle has another cold

Drat. She showed up with a cold in the middle of last month and now has another one.

Mrs ERJ and I both have a tickle in our throats but so far it is not a big deal.

Quicksilver seems unscathed...so far.

QS is growing by leaps-and-bounds. She seems so much more mature and capable than when she showed up in November.

Vegetables

The microflora/fauna in my gut is adapting to the diet with more vegetables in it. They seem to be thriving. The good news is that I would float like a ping-pong ball if I fell into the water.

Bar oil

I am looking for a good deal on oil for chainsaw bars. Last week I saw some for $6.99 a gallon and didn't buy five gallons. Now the price is $8.99 a gallon. 

God bless the internet...I just found a place that is closer that has it for $8.00 a gallon.

Olivet Future Farmers of America

Congratulations to Olivet (Michigan) Future Farmers of America.

Their team placed 8th Nationally at the 95tth National FFA Convention in Indianapolis.

Individually, Emma Kelenske placed 8th, Thela Priesman placed 28th, Caleb Owen placed 29th and Emmalie Letts received a bronze.

Weather blowing in

The group Three Dog Night was named for the very cold nights when you invited three dogs into your bed to keep you warm.

It looks like the Great Plains will get hammered with severe, winter-weather later this week. Single digit temperatures in Texas with 45 mph gusts are predicted for much of Texas on Thursday and Friday. Blizzard conditions in much of Missouri.

Make a plan. Fill in the holes in your preps. Hooded sweatshirts, sleeping bags and M&Ms are your friends. Cover up all of your bare skin. Heck, if it gets really bad then cuddle up with the family pooch. Scratching flea bites all night generates heat.

Plant Managers (bringing back manufacturing)

A very short story:

In the early 1990s astronomical amounts of money in the form of Federal Grants were made available for States to create a domestic manufacturing base for photovoltaic cells.

Michigan, being a state with a lot of expertise in manufacturing, got a goodly slice of that money.

The grant was renewed several times but then fizzled.

My friend, the manufacturing expert who I quoted extensively in a previous post, identified the proximal cause of the failure as a lack of understanding of the role of "Plant Managers". Especially at the .gov level.

My friend (no, I will not abbreviate it!) had interactions with the Plant Manager for the Michigan PV initiative and quickly suspected that the effort was doomed.

Background information

Percentage of workforce in Manufacturing discontinued. Must not be important.

Few people have a clear grasp of manufacturing since only 10% of the workforce now works in manufacturing.

Consequently, I am going to reference a more accessible profession to provide a mental-model for the roles a typical Plant Manager fills in the "industrial ecosystem".

Consider a High School Principal: He functions as the lens of a camera in the sense that he interacts with the environments/resources outside of the high school and serves as the prime portal to the environment/resources inside of the high school. He takes tasks (light) generated outside of the school and directs it to the internal resources needed to address those tasks.

The principal's role is partially "acting regal". He is the face of the high school to the community and to the students.

The heavy lifting of the tasks inside of the school are done by other characters:

  • Rusty Pipes the Head Custodian and Maintenance guy
  • D.I. Detrick the Assistant Principal and Discipline guy
  • Anil Retentive the book-keeper
  • Coach "Biff" Kramer the Athletic Director
  • Mo Bookes the Curriculum Director
  • Chuck Wagoner head of Food Services
  • Melody Adagio the Director of the Fine Arts Program and so on.

Those players are the focal plane where the film is positioned. The lens collects and projects information from the outside onto this plane.

Outside of the camera are the parents (customers), Superintendent (his immediate boss), School Board (corporate management), media, law enforcement and principals from other high schools.

While nominally the "face" of the school and the single portal, the principal will authorize others to speak on his behalf because he cannot be everywhere and know everything. Never-the-less, the principal is still responsible for what the appointees say and commitments they make. He retains veto power and the authority to replace his minions.

If the players fail to execute their duties in a timely manner, they are subject to re-education, discipline, demotion or dismissal.

If you don't like the mental picture of a camera lens, then think of it as a node in the authority/accountability "economy". The principal delegates authorities granted to him by outside powers but those authorities are accompanied by a commensurate burden of accountability. The principal is the single-point where those authorities/accountabilities funnel into the school.

Back to my manufacturing friend....

My friend quickly determined that the Plant Manager was totally clueless about their role in the authority/accountability economy.

The "Plant Manager" had the "face of the organization" part down! They flew to Washington D.C. to meet with government dignitaries. They presented at Manufacturing Symposiums and Rotary Club meetings and visited Universities.

They were very good at documenting "metrics" that drove the Grants: How many tens-of-thousands of square-feet of brownfield occupied (and might potentially create property tax revenue...someday), number of people put on payroll (and might organically generate income that could be taxed...someday), credentials of people employed and so on.

BUT NOTHING HAPPENED INSIDE THE CAMERA!

Manufacturing cells were not constructed.  Tools might have been ordered but they were "lost" when not immediately installed. Pilot runs were not executed. Data was not collected. Processes were not refined. Employees were not trained in production-specific tasks.

It was as if the major stakeholders who had written the grant expected magic or spontaneous-generation to happen if they constructed a facade that looked like government's perception of manufacturing (property and income tax generating entities). In a sense, it was a Cargo Cult failing.

This was verified by my friend when he talked with another professional associate (who had been a Professor of Manufacturing Engineering in Europe) and who worked for the PV initiative. The former Professor told my friend that the organization (inside the camera) was dead. There was no heart-beat. People clocked in and played on their computers for 7 hours and then went home. The only function that operated in the "high school" was the detention room.

If there was a tomb-stone date task-chart, nobody got their ass-chewed if they missed a date. Nobody got fired when other tasks on the critical path got bumped. That was a prime-failure on the part of the Plant Manager. He failed to exercise his Thunderbolts-from-Mt-Olympus app.

It was not a total loss, though. The Plant Manager got a ton of celebrity visibility and a spiffy item to put on their resume.

---as always, all errors are mine (ERJ's)---

Have a peaceful holiday

Sometimes holiday guests bring devices that you cannot figure out or are "locked". Alarms go off. They make distressing noises. 

The owners of the devices are sleeping in. What to do???

I throw them into the refrigerator. Close the door and the sound goes away! Problem solved.

Note: Generally not a good idea if the source of the noise is a young child.

Follow me for more holiday hints!

Cool season grass yields

 

Dry-matter production by species of cool-season grass.
Data from Wisconsin field trials.

Data normalized to Perennial Ryegrass yields. Perennial Ryegrass is not well adapted to Wisconsin being vulnerable to both drought and winter kill. Yields of Kentucky Bluegrass are probably similar to that of Perennial Ryegrass or perhaps lower.

Shorter grasses are not valued in agriculture because much of the mass of falls beneath the cutter-bar and is not harvested.

Tall Fescue has palatability issues.

Orchard Grass has palatability issues and production is biased toward early part of season.

Smooth Brome is very palatable and very cold-hardy but recovers slowly from cutting and dislikes being grazed below 3" of height.

Timothy is not as productive as SB. Timothy seems to dry-down better than some other grasses which are more likely to mat.

Festulolium is very palatable but is marginally hardy in Wisconsin and Michigan.

Pounds of beef per acre

Some farmers figure that if you are shipping 300 pounds of on-the-hoof beef per acre than you are doing "OK". That would be bringing in a 600 pound steer-calf in the spring and shipping out a 900 pound feeder-calf at the end of the growing season per-acre.

That statement will generate a flood of controversy. Many farmers will point to a field or a year when they doubled that yield. Never-the-less, as a safe, average working number, 300 pounds of beef-per-acre-per-year gain is not a bad working number.

The cynical part of me wonders if the mind-fog of time helped the old-timers forget about the five pounds of corn a day they supplemented or those bales of hay they used (from another field) when a dry spell hit.

 There is a general trend where the lower yielding grasses are more palatable than the higher dry-matter producing grasses. Greater palatability usually leads to better animal performance.

Fred Owen of Ohio once noted that moving his dairy cows from beat-up, tired looking Kentucky Bluegrass to a lush-looking field of Orchard grass always resulted in a drop in milk production, which was counter intuitive. The cows had to work harder to get a belly full of Kentucky Bluegrass but there must have been more nutrition in that grass than in the lush Orchard grass.