Returning from Orbit a Space Shuttle Astronaut wisely observed —
“The first day we all pointed to our countries.
. . .
“The third or fourth day we were pointing to our continents.
. . .
“By the fifth day we were aware of only one Earth.”
Returning from Orbit a Space Shuttle Astronaut wisely observed —
“The first day we all pointed to our countries.
. . .
“The third or fourth day we were pointing to our continents.
. . .
“By the fifth day we were aware of only one Earth.”
“I don’t give them Hell. I just tell the truth about them and they think it’s Hell.”
–US President Harry Truman
That pretty well describes my experience in local politics.
Mark Twain, my father’s favorite humorist, said
“Always do right. this will gratify some people and astonish the rest.”
Mark Twain and Will Rogers are proof that if you want to tell the truth in politics, it helps to have humorist skills.
Lightly Used Robot – BradburyBot Humanoid. 5 feet tall – only 11 hours.
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Trump was found Guilty by a unanimous Jury of Felony Criminal “Election Cheating” – Not “Hush Money Payments.” Thirty four (34) times he got caught cheating for his own election.
How did everyone water down Trump’s Guilt to something most people don’t care about?
By everyone I mean not just Republican Spin-meisters, but leading Democrats as well as all the media.
Literally the only people who use the term “Election Cheating” – is Trump himself. But of course he falsely accuses everyone else of election cheating (1), when Trump is the only person convicted of this criminal offense.
Everyday voters understand and give a darn about “Election Cheating”
But virtually no one gives a hoot about “hush money payments to a porn star.”
So from now on – when you discuss it use the term “Election Cheating”
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(1) Did you notice a short cut to illuminating trump’s crimes? Its as simple as listening to what he accuses others of doing. It really is that simple.
The Grand Canyon’s Colorado River was thundering . It was gushing at one of its highest flows ever; 60,000+ cubic feet per second. That’s some serious roaring whitewater. It generated huge, towering, tumultuous, treacherous, rapids.
But on the paddle boat, raising a few eyebrows, some teamwork skills were a bit lacking.
Lets backup a bit for some context. Some years ago, my dear friend and World Class whitewater river guide, Alan Williams arranged a Grand Canyon river trip for his family and invited me to join in.
(I refer to the brilliant, thoughtful, strikingly handsome*, athlete Alan Williams from Pacific Grove, not the extra-plush Malaprop spouting Carmel development goofus.)
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Fasten your seatbelts.
Because
I’m going to tell you a true story — that you simply won’t believe.
For context, you may be familiar with the theme of how the California Department of Motor Vehicles (“The DMV”) has a reputation for gigantic wait times; lines that similar to Mountain passes – take literally hours to traverse. And that’s when you make an appointment. Its worse if you don’t have an appointment, and you get scolded.
Along with staff so overworked, they barely have any sense of humanity, let alone a sense of humor.
Well, I am here to report the unbelievable.
Yesterday I showed up at our DMV (Seaside, California) at 4:30, half expecting it to be closed early, or to have a lumbering line of patrons packing the immense lobby. Then I would get to wait, joining the crowd in one of the hundreds of chairs – until my number came up. If I got lucky, my seat mates would have an interesting story or two.
I was hoping, that I might sneak in before they closed the doors, so then they’d have to help me – rather than throw me out.
Instead, I was greeted by no line at all !
Instead two helpful women stood behind a low desk. One asked what I wanted and made a single check on a very brief form and handed it to me. She told me I would be seen in a few minutes as my number was only two behind the number just called.
Let me emphasize, there was no long line and only a half dozen chairs in total; all empty. And only a handfull of hopeful drivers/citizens in the entire building.
As this astonished fellow sat down, they called the number before mine. After not even enough time to close my astonished mouth – my number popped up. Walking up to the station, the fellow greeted me kindly and made every effort to help me get what I needed without any excess charges !
About 10 minutes later, I walked out with registration completed for two cars !
To boil it down, I walked into the DMV at 4:30, dealt only with kind, very
helpful staff and they totally took care of me !
It was overall a pleasant experience !
Not kidding.
If they keep this up the California DMV is going to lose their reputation for awfulness.
They have my complete encouragement; even applause. Thank you.
This radical change of culture is astounding. I need to find out who made this to happen.
They should get a medal.
Ok — What’s the world’s tallest mountain ?
Did you know a correct answer to this depends on your definition ?
1. Do you want to know what point is father from the center of our Earth? Continue reading
Had a marvelous flying adventure recently – two soaring flights on the magnificent, breathtaking, Morning Glory of Northern Australia.
Morning Glories can be hundreds of miles long. They are the rarest of five types of soaring and only happen reliably in Northern Australia. Pilots are often understandably addicted to soaring them for their majesty, beauty, and near magical smoothness. Notably, in my opinion only two people can credibly explain how they work.
This is my view under my right wing as dawn first peeks over the tallest Morning Glory wave cloud which is hundreds of miles long. It is swooshing towards me from ocean over the Gulf of Carpentaria. I soared this one for some 40 miles. Continue reading
(c) Copyright 2018 David Dilworth
I relish puzzles. My parents gave me books of them when I turned five, to keep me occupied while we drove cross-country. As they told it – I’d finished them all by the second day.
However, solving puzzles to start a car is not my favorite. I’m happy to leave those to Sherlock Holmes, Mensa, car thieves, or anyone else. Which brings us to the so-called “Smart”car.
There are a lot of pleasant benefits with a “Smart”car.
They are darn cute, lots of people smile and wave when they see it – kind of like driving with a happy puppy hanging out the window. Indeed, they are so short I really have (legally) parked it straight in to a tiny parking spot – rather than parallel to a roadway. Also the cars get good, though not amazing, gas mileage, and (if you like this sort of thing) it feels like driving a Go-Kart, particularly over undulating, curvy roads. Continue reading
This is an exciting, sincere narration of an event by a captivating humorist: Daphne Wynne Nixon
A very bright, outdoor painter, who has a track record of finding cool stuff no one else has noticed for centuries (she found California’s missing Mission), Daphne believes she met a Wolf in Carmel Valley this February, at a distance of no more than 30 feet.
Daphne’s observation is very difficult to dismiss because she regularly sees and knows well her local coyotes, bobcats and even mountain lions walking through her yard.
The nearly full moon was out and her outside yard lights were blazing in the animal’s face. She could easily compare the wolf’s size with her Siberian Husky Ziggy, who at one point was only about 15 feet from the wolf (Ziggy was on a leash).
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For context – this is not a Big Foot sighting (no evidence ever), it is not a Mammoth sighting (they haven’t lived here for 10,000 years) or a Polar Bear. It is a possible sighting of a Grey Wolf that not only exist, and used to live right here in Monterey County, they have been sighted very recently only about 200 miles away.
In any case, whether you believe Daphne met a Wolf or not, read on and you will discover she is a delightfully entertaining writer —
“I was walking Ziggy last night at 10:45, or rather, I stood next to my house with all the porch lights on at the top of my driveway hoping my Siberian Husky would hurry up and pee. I felt nervous outside alone in the full moon light. No one around for miles out here in this remote valley of the Santa Lucia Mountains by the Big Sur Wilderness.
My enjoyment of Parmigiaheno-Reggiano cheese, more often known in America as “Parmesan,” is a bit above average. I’m slightly hesitant to admit how sometimes I enjoy it all by itself.
Today I found a sizeable block of Italian Parmesan cheese waiting in my refrigerator. Was excited about using it on a new pasta sauce experiment.
However, apparently it had grown tired of waiting a few months for me. The Parmesan had turned hard; brick hard. It was so stoney I could barely scrape off a few shards with a sharp cheese grater or a butcher knife. How hard was it? I’ve sculpted statutes from Cararra marble that were easier to chew.
Shame to waste what should be good cheese, so I turned to the web and found – nothing. Even WikiHow was worthless. The only advice was useless: Shave it, dab it with vinegar, put it in soup. Those aren’t solutions – those are what to do after you give up.
I wasn’t about to give up with a simple solution simmering in my mind. Continue reading
(c) by David Dilworth
I love trees. My dear brother does too, but its probably related to how he loves opening presents – which sometimes magically appear under trees. (We’re both diagnosed as genetically happy.)
Of course most of us relish getting presents, but he seems to get extra passionate thrill from it.
He isn’t really bothered much if the present isn’t for him. Its the opening that excites him.
He is so enthusiastic, when he was young, and our neighbors got a head start putting up a Christmas Tree, occasionally he’d quietly wander into their home, settle down under their tree and start opening their presents.
Thank goodness we had such wonderful neighbors who found it charming, rather than alarming. But then many people fall under the spell of his affable innocence and become his admiring cheerleaders and friends.
Our neighbors would just re-wrap their presents, have a fun story to tell – and more often than not they would bring over a special present just to enjoy my brother opening it.
So all was well.
When I moved out and put up my own Christmas / Holiday trees*, of course I’d always have my brother over to enjoy it – and to find a present or two specially for him. Continue reading
There’s a frighteningly large (and mostly secret) debt that you will have to pay to live in Pacific Grove due to years of horrible politics. This article about how it happened is researched and written by a Pacific Grove resident, a highly respected lawyer, and verified by one of the smartest people to ever serve Pacific Grove: Councilman Daniel Davis.
It is a story about how local government employees gigantically inflated their pensions by deception and bullying enough elected officials to get this approved – however illegally it was done. Before you buy a home in Pacific Grove, you might ask your realtor to officially disclose to you – “how much will this cost me over the next 10 years?”
What realtors are not required to tell you is how the City Council has been cutting everything else to the bone to pay these outrageous costs: Cutting Library services, Recreation, Planning, etc. One Council led by Mayor Cort even gave away our beloved Museum.
Every Pacific Grove resident owes thanks to John Moore for painstakingly following this issue and trying hard to fix it.
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“Genesis of Pacific Grove’s Excessive pension costs and debt“
by John Moore
This is a brief out-line of how Pacific Grove arrived at its ruinous pension cost/pension debt condition: according to its latest financial report, it now spends about a quarter of its budget ($5Million per year) for pensions (including pension bonds and payment to Monterey as part of the fire service contract). Continue reading
Ever heard of a Tates Compass ?
Originally alleged to work only in the Southern Hemisphere as it points South instead of North – it inspired the saying — Continue reading
Some years ago, a splendid, incisive article about the French culture appeared in a coffee table magazine written by an American woman who’d lived in Paris for 20 years or so, having married a Parisian and raised children there.
Having lived in Europe myself, including a couple dozen moons in many marvelous regions of France, and having the pleasure of meeting dozens upon dozens of fabulous French folk in their native habitat, I was rather eager to learn of her far more experienced wisdom on it.
With sharp insight, she addressed the American misunderstanding that the French are rude to Americans. Roughly, (wish I could quote the article exactly, but it is filed inscrutably away in some folder in storage) she explained: Continue reading
You want to “change” the world?
Whoa. That’s frightening.
George W. Bush changed the world . . . acclaimed worldwide for making our world worse. In a horrible way. Continue reading
To help make your life easier and maybe a bit more fun – here are some pretty good products that I use and recommend – that can help make your life better.
If you buy something through this web page it will provide a few dimes to help reduce costs to run this “free” website.
And it won’t cost you a penny more to buy them through the links here. In fact, because of my extraordinary shopping skills to find you and me the highest quality products at the lowest prices – they may save you considerable money over their life span – all the while making your life easier.
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