Gloomy Day

The sky was gloomy today, maybe our effect from the hurricane, or is it hurricanes, which reflected the mood I was in. It’s Jacob Blake. Then it’s that kid murdering people in the street who walked right by the cops with his long-gun in tow, and they just waved at him. Isn’t that astonishing? The kid just murdered two people, then he walks right by the cops, and they’re like, how yinz doin’?

And the Republican National Nightmare marched on for night three. It’s got to be some kind of day when former Notre Dame Coach Lou Holt questions your spirituality, but that’s the kind of day Joe Biden had today.

White House Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany hasn’t been in the White House Press Room in 13 days. But she showed up to advocate for Trump’ reelection today, one of many highly inappropriate appearances that I hope will be ripe for investigation by Congress.

Philadelphia Eagles Sportsball Player Jack Brewer ended up speaking, though this was in some question as he is under investigation for insider trading. Nothing weird about that.

And there were more lies and more propaganda, and I yelled at my TV a lot.

Most of the day though, I’ve been thinking about the horror show that happened in Kenosha, Wisconsin, the cop who grabbed the black man’s shirt and shot him seven times in the back; the white teenager striding down the street with an AK-47, murdering people and then skipping past the police officers, likely because for some reason a caucasian person with an assault weapon doesn’t ring any bells for 5-0.

What is wrong with us?

Ham Hocks

So I did the Green Beans with Ham Hock and New Potatoes recipe from Food Network last night. This is what fresh green beans are for. The picture was taken after I’d devoured a bunch of it already.

The recipe is really perfect. You simmer two ham hocks for 45 minutes, which gets a bunch of yummy out of those knuckles. Then you throw in the beans with some sugar, and I think the sugar does more than add a bit of sweetness; I think it helps to break down that tough cellulose. I only had a pound of beans, so I used 1/4 cup of sugar. After they simmer a while, in go the potatoes and salt. The result is beans that are nicely seasoned, easy to gobble, and that still offer that somewhat resistant mouthfeel. The potatoes give up some starch to the beans at just the right time, I think.

Another observation: I have only worked with ham hocks once before, and I did not bother at the time to go hunting for meat. I did with these, and I was surprised how much good pork one can find from this hard-working part. To throw on some color, I threw these hocks into my air fryer for five minutes. Once I removed the fatty layer, but I was able to find maybe a quarter pound of really nice meat. Next time, though, I’ll save this step for later because it is a good bit of work, and the potatoes and beans do not need the meat. Why add another step while you have a delicious steaming bowl of beans and taters to serve? Save the carving for later; the meat will serve another purpose. I’m thinking spaghetti sauce or tacos.


Boyfriend Cliff



Amazon Echo if I have a fan on anywhere in the room:

Me: Alexa, turn on my nightlight.

Alexa: I didn’t quite catch that. Are you trying to jump out of an aeroplane?


So, this is apparently a thing now.

Be careful out there.

Then again, maybe they’re recruiting for the Men in Black.



Farter’s Day

This is Fred. He was kind enough to pose for me yesterday as I enjoyed a Ruck’s Pizza Kitchen Italian Sub (Amiel’s never answered the phone) on the deck yesterday. Yes, after more than 90 days in self-imposed isolation due to the SARS CoV 2, I ventured over to visit the folks for the famous Father’s Day. It was good to break this routine, great to see family, and, certainly, it was wonderful to get some doggo time.


As stolen directly from MeFi… “Shostakovich’s first opera is a surrealist piece about a man who wakes up one day to discover his nose is missing. It features tap dancing noses.”

I am not making this up.


Administrative Note

On or around March 18, 2001, I started blogging.

Records show I first registered the domain “adventuresintothewellknown.com” on September 10, 2003, although the Wayback Machine has entries with the Adventures design as far back as July 2002. I was 35 years old.

Blogging was a brand new thing, and I started it mainly as a way to force myself into the social stratosphere of Washington, D.C. Bloggers got together. We’d shoot pool. We’d do happy hours. Then, you’d go home and chronicle your, um, adventures. You’d try to make your blog as good as Lex’s or Scully’s or Eve’s. Or, I would, anyway. I rarely succeeded–these were some brilliant human beings.

But blogging was also was an area for professional growth. My interest in blogging led me to learn how domains work, how to register them and how to direct them; how to manage a content management system such as WordPress or GreyMatter before it (remember GreyMatter?); how to design a Web page; how to code; how to troubleshoot. It was largely an interest in blogging that allowed me to move from journalism to Web-monkeying to doing the tech logistics work I’m doing now.

Often, when a blogger starts a post like this, it leads to a retirement announcement. That is not the case here. I have breached my 50th year on Earth, but I believe I will be keeping a blog until the day I stop refusing to die and am placed face-down in the ground (you know why face-down, ya’ll).

But I am moving.

Mainly, I’m moving because my current host costs money, and Blogspot is free. I find that more sustainable as I no longer need a Web host to make me seem like I know what I’m doing. I no longer create Web spaces for a living, and nor do I any longer even consider doing it for fun. Kids these days laugh at my ancient methods anyways. Tables? You still use tables? 2000 called! It wants its BLINK tag back!

So, I am working to archive this project to Blogspot. It is a project I may never finish because as far as I can tell, copy/pasta is the only way to do that work. But, the work is kind of nice; it allows me to review a lot of blog entries. I’ll like the Blogger backups better anyway as they are straight-forward RSS rather than WordPress’ more proprietary approach. Not to mention, Blogspot provides a community aspect you don’t get with a standalone site on a shared server.

If you have a site with me, I’ll be talkin’ to ya, and we’ll get things moved around. I mean, I have a year at least. But my intention is to not pay this hosting fee again next year. So the official site is now at aitwk.blog, which will forward to the Blogspot. Entries will be archived there and removed from here as we go.

See yinz over there.

Sunday 9-23-2018

At Least He Did The Research
“[Josh] Russell’s interest in rooting out online disinformation began during the 2016 presidential election. He wasn’t exactly a Donald Trump supporter, but he knew he didn’t like Hillary Clinton. He also was part of the gamer community, which he described as ‘very far-right.’

“After his wife got into an argument on Facebook with a person who made what Russell called some ‘wild claims’ about Clinton, he decided to explore his dislike for the Democratic presidential candidate. He slowly realized much of what he believed about her was wrong.” (Indiana dad hunts Russian trolls online, USA Toady, today)


Maybe There Is A God
The 12th and final season of the inane television program The Big Bang Theory premieres at 8 p.m. Monday.


Murphy Brown’s Back
“If Hillary Clinton was elected, there’d be no artistic reason for this show to be on the air. But because of the election and because the position the press is now findng itself in, there were so many reasons for this show to come back. This isn’t a money grab. This isn’t a ‘let’s go out for one more swing at the fences.’ This was: We need to do this show.” (Steve Peterman, an executive producer who worked on the original Murphy Brown, regarding the show’s upcoming reboot, as quoted in today’s New York Times.)


Dr. Who?
“If I don’t get it, can I still play a monster?”
(Jodie Whittaker’s remembered response when Dr. Who showrunner Chris Chibnall assured her he wanted her to audition for the title role. Source, today’s New York Times.)


Huh.

Apple Keynote

I think of all the points made in today’s Apple keynote, the most overlooked will be the message from Apple executive Lisa Jackson. She was on the dais today to address Apple’s commitment to the environment.

She touted, for example, that 93 percent of Apple’s operations worldwide currently run on renewable energy, with 100 percent compliance to this goal in the United States, China, and Singapore.

She also announced that the newest iPhones are using recycled tin in their logic boards and cover glass that’s 32 percent bio-based plastic.

Jackson said, and I think this is the vital part to me, that helpful in working toward this goal is that Apple needs to make devices last as long as possible.

I think this is where the company delivers. I mean you can still upgrade a supportable OS all the way back to iPhone 5S, a device that was introduced in 2013.

From my own perspective, I own an iPhone 5, which is no longer supported. That is concern number one; I hate to carry around a device that can no longer update OS. And, second, this phone will not pair with an Apple Watch (good news on that front, the Series 3 will have a nice price drop since they released Series 4 today).

Oh, and the volume rockers are stuck.

So I might upgrade shortly. I won’t be buying an iPhone X(whatever) nor a Series 4 watch. But I may not upgrade. Aside from the concern of a current OS, the phone works fine and was vastly improved once I treated myself to a set of Airpods.

Ya know, Android bois like to piss all over Apple products, especially when they’re releasing thousand-dollar phones and such. But yinz are largely missing the point.

iPhones last.

Enjoy your Android Pie.

You Will Have Swamp-Ass

So today is going to be a Swamp-Ass Labor Day. Glad I am sitting in a nice air-conditioned room with a desk and a computer.

Since I’ve been working 10-hour days, it’s been nice but difficult. Three-day weekends are nice. But by the end of day three, you feel like a lump. So last night I said FERGET IT. I did not make a breakfast shake. I did not pack additional breakfast nums. I took some screen time. I listened to the Lovesexy album. I ate an Aaron Burrito from the freezer.

Then I woke up this morning and realized the cafe here would not be open today. Oh, well. Nothing like a quick rip through the McDucky’s drive-through. Had to run a stupid red light not to be late.

Oh, well.

Hey. Here’s a nicely written piece of media criticism. Seriously, you should read it:

We are all Kim Wexler: “Better Call Saul” and the painful realities of mid-career crisis

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