Friday, June 30, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day

I got to get me some of whatever the Japanese premier, what's his name, is on.
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Later
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That Japanese dude is the prime minister.

Huh!

He's the prime minister. They have a prime minister in Japan.

Huh!

You called him a premier Ray, he's a prime minister.

All righty then.

Raymone's Plant du Jour

All righty then. This is the Crumby Ovate. What you are about to see maybe, is indicative of another one of my weak moments. The upcoming Plant du Jour, which doesn't get to speak for itself, was given to me as a present. Actually, the original one may be dead by now, but this is that plant, if it's still alive, or one of its progeny. I planted it right after we cleansed the area it's planted in of Bothriochloa ischaemum which was the dominant plant in that area at that time. Part of my thinking was, "Even though I don't know what the heck this thing is, it can't be any worse than KR bluestem," and after all, there's the gift horse in the mouth phenomena.

Failing to look a gift horse in the mouth in the midst of a weak moment has been the undoing of many, for example, the Trojans. (For the benefit of the super ignorant, I am referencing a people, Trojans, who once inhabited a city (Troy) on a site in the near (to us) middle east, not rubbers.

Then too, as you may see, the Plant du Jour has pretty flowers. Pretty flowers have also been the downfall of many, maybe. Er! Surely millions have perished from eating poisonous pretty flowers, or falling off cliffs trying to pick them, or have been stung to death by asps, wasps or other asps or serpents the pretty flowers were harboring, or at least gotten contact dermititis from the pretty flowers.

So, weak moment, gift horse, pretty flowers, what other excuses do I have for myself?
Can't blame my evil Christian past for this one because I was into the pushup phase of Druid training and about to matriculate. Er! Weak moment, gift horse and pretty flowers will have to do.

The agrarian minded will look at this and perhaps, without much thought, opine, "Why that's okra." Well it aint. It's a dang scraggly shrub, not the state vegetable of the downtrodden. But what the heck is it? I have done a tiny bit of research and come up with the probably bogus scientific name Pavonia hastata.

The bogus name does seem to have a lot going for it, the Pavonia-like carpels and the hastate leaves, but I'm pretty sure the name's bogus anyway. Also, I can't seem to find where the Plant du Jour's originals, originated.

Anyhow, me and Ray are fixing to eradicate it, pretty flowers and all, because it shows all the signs of being invasive. But first we'd like to know its name.

The Entire CB's Thought for the Day - Globetrotting Money

Ho hum. I have been reviewing all the Cow Barn overseas monetary transactions for the past year. We did one. Crumby and Ray ordered a gizmo on EBAY. Ray got all excited because he had never ordered any artifacts from overseas before. All of us thought the artifact was coming from Scotland, because that was the point of origin cited on EBAY Britain. Imagine our surprise when the package arrived with Polish stamps. Ray, however, showed his adaptability to new situations and delightedly collected all those very interesting Polish stamps that came on the package. He still has them. When Ray gets stressed about something, he takes out his Polish stamps and looks at them to calm himself.

Crumby occasionally attaches the gizmo to a microscope or telescope. Then he attaches the digital to the other end so we can take pictures. The photos next door show the gizmo attached to the microscope,
and also in association with the very nice storage container it came in. You may notice that the very nice storage container colors are red and black, the universally recognized color code for anarchist-syndicalism. The Grizzly snuff can is included for scale.

That sums up the Cow Barn’s overseas monetary transactions for the past year. We are working class and don’t do many overseas monetary transactions. On the other hand, I sum that the bulk of overseas monetary transactions are carried out by our precious ruling class, and the highest salaried minions of our precious ruling class. So the squabble over secret monitoring of the overseas money transactions by the Kinglet and his minions and Evil Ministers afford insight into how our precious ruling class operates.

Now consider this. For the Kinglet, democracy means the unhindered plundering of the globe by rich white boys and rich white boy wannabes friendly to the Kinglet and his Evil Ministers. They are an especially important segment of the ruling class because they hold state power in the USA. But then there are other segments of the ruling class that are upset because the Kinglet’s bunch are hogging around too much. In addition, the Kinglet is a crazy nincompoop and his Evil Ministers are incompetent. Bothersome this is to the other segments of the ruling class. Hence the now famous newspaper leak. Considering all the years of the Kinglet, the Cow Barn recommends that the entire ruling class be put on trial for treason.

bc: The Lovely Druidess Rayetta (LDR) and Associates

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day

What passes for a daily newspaper in these parts allows that the City of Austin is fixing to build a new water treatment facility. Location, Balcones Canyonlands Preserve, naturally. Purpose and need, water for the anticipated attraction of more computer type factories to the area. These type factories use lotsa water. How about, instead, ban automatic sprinker systems. That would take care of the purpose and need water-wise. But of course, would not address any of the other associated resulting pollution problems engendered by the new factories.

Now, onward to the more important subtopic, grasshopper herbivory.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day

It sure can get hot in a greenhouse. When it gets hot in those greenhouses, it's hard to breathe. Hot greenhouses are not for the flat chested or the excessively pokey.
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Later.
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Ray, Raymone has a Plant du Jour picture I want to put up.

Well, don't let me hold you back Crumby. I thought you were busy tonight, otherwise.

Noper, Ray, my great plans were suddenly aborted as I just discovered that the sky is almost entirely cloudy and only the moon and Jupiter are semi-visible. So here I am with Hilaria berlandieri, the world's finest short grass.

Does our little wonder guest have what not to say for itself, Crumby?

Hey, Ray! I, Hilaria berlandieri am not deaf. Don't condescend to me that way. Course I have something to say.

Well all righty then. Yer on, Hilaria berlandieri.

Hi there. These are some of my sex organs. Aren't they pretty? You see, I hope, that my anthers are at least as pretty as vine mesquite's anthers. Vine mesquite, and me, curly mesquite, both have pretty anthers.

Crumby rescued us Hilarias from a housing project, six little plugs, and now we have spread out into a great big expanding patch. However, we don't produce much seed most of the time, so we are hard to grow from seed, because it's hard to get enough fertile seed.

Here we are in our expanding patch, with lots of us gone to seed and cock and box with the Sorghastrum nutans in the background. Er, we are not expanding much in that direction.
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Later.
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Jeez Louise, did ye hear that short grass. How come they get to spell like that and the Arkdruid censors us, Ray?

The Arkdruid says the plants don't know any better, so it's Okie Dokie.

Well, **** that **** Ray. Then I don't know any ******* ***** better **** *** ******** either, maybe.

Uh oh. Crumby, the Arkdruid wants ye on the phone.

Uh oh. Hello there Arkdruid. Er.....................

I just don't think it's fair.........................

All righty then......................................

Two hunerd twenty five, but I'm done with Druid training.................

Er..........................................

All righty then, Arkdruid. Bye.

So Crumby, what is the penalty these days fer attempted cussing?

Pushups Ray, pushups.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Raymone's Plant du Jour

Raymone, your scraping the bottom of the bean bin again.

Oui, Monsieur Red.

Clematis drummondii. Er, hi there. I'm the unwanted and uncared for Clematis at the CB. Clematis pitcheri gets all the positive attention and reinforcement. My only friend is an ant. Plus nobody likes that ant either. Not even the Crumby Ovate, defender of all native flora, likes me.

Er, Crumby, could you come in here for a spell?

Yepper, Raymone, how's it semi- hanging.

Toute suite, Crumby. Why do you hate Clematis drummondii?

It's depressing and makes me wish I was in Oklahoma.

Clematis drummondii is in Oklahoma too, nes't pas.

Oui Raymone.

Why's that the plants fault Crumby?

That's a long story, Raymone, all ye need to know is, it pisses me off.

Oui, Crumby, but.

Oui, Raymone.

Crumby's Telescopery Notes

Lyra multiples perused were Epsilon Lyra, Zeta Lyra, Struve 525 and Beta Lyra. Then Theta Serpens Cauda as it cleared the Celtis laevigata. Attempted was Struve 2404 over by, nearby, Zeta Aquila, but there was too much star confusion, fer me. That one needs some Newtonian attention, which it will get this evening, Goddess Allowing.

I have looked at Lyra a lot, but this time I followed the methodology and wound up with lotsa notes and little drawings of the doubles. There were high clouds and jet trails in the way at first, but off they went after awhile, getting out of the way. But then some different clouds got in the way again during the Struve 2404 hunt, just around midnight.

Epsilon 1 and 2 Lyra are interesting because one of 'em has its pair vertical and the other one has its pair horizontal (that's how they appear anyway, to me). Viewing conditions were only fair, but I got clean splits on both with a 16mm UO Konig and 3x TV barlow. That's 1335/16 x 3. Overkill perhaps. 250x plus a little bit. With the TV barlow and the TV diagonal included in this telescopery, the focal length of the telescopery is more than 1335mm, but I don't know how much more. Er!

Monday, June 26, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day

Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula -Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula - Allowissadula

Stop that right now, Ray!

Yes my dears. I shall stop right now. The Allowissadula song is stopped.

This walking stick was hanging out upside down on the front porch roof. I have been wracking my brain attempting to spell a metaphor between this walking stick and my sun god training, to no avail. So perhaps this walking stick has something to say, fer itself. Walking stick, what have you got to say, fer yerself?

Me and my shadow, all alone and feeling blue, Ray.

Er, where's that other walking stick you hang with. I always surmised you two were fornicating happily?

Boo, hoo. I don't know Ray?

That's too bad. All righty then. I shall venture forth and find you a walking stick companion to fornicate with. Do you have a sexual preference and can you explain to me how to tell which is which?

Not now Ray. Let's give my perfumes a little more time to work their special magic.

All righty then. But holler if nobody shows up.

Raymone's Plant du Jour

Malvstrum aurantiacum. Hi there. Do you remember me, maybe? I was a golden-yellow flower picture a while back and much was made of my presumptive red fruit at that time. Now I am actually in fruit. I have the most beautiful fruit of all the CB Malvaceae, I think. That's them, those red carpels. There are lots of us aurantiacums at the CB because Red encourages us to go anywhere we please. We like it in full sun in transisition spots between the short grasses and the tall grasses. We also like it in the new sunny bed with Eupatorium greggii and Hedyotis nigricans. Elsewhere, I am a perennial of rare occurrence in central and south Texas and Mexico, maybe.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Notes

The telescope for these notes is the Roosian Maksutov, Lomo 133.5mm.

How much dew would a dew drop drop, if a dew drop would drop dew? Easy that, lots. It was a dewy night, and stygian in the darkness of the east pasture. So pretty soon I had to move under the shed to keep from drowning. And under the shed, one has to be aware of shoat skitters, in case the shoat skitter wrangler du jour has slacked off. Perilous! Perilous! Perilous! Not for the flat chested or the bare footed.

But the Crumby Ovate was round chested and well shod and subsequently re-shod before that time in the dewy stygian darkness ended and I found repose on the Ample Bosoms of the Goddess.

Ere that repose was, I visited that part of the heavens where dwells Draco. The methodology served me very well indeed for in the short space of in the neighborhood of an hour I found the five multiple stars I sought and viewed them all, happily, except that I got wet. Going up from Polaris and to the right and finally back to the left a tad, these are the ones perused. Note: Equatorial mounts get easier to operate by yourself, with practice. These are the ones: 40/41, Psi, Nu, Mu and 16/17. As it turned out, this is an interesting order of perusal.

40/41 is an easy split with a 25mm Ortho. Psi splits with 40mm, but is a better look with the 25mm Ortho. Nu is visible as a double in the 9x60 finder, easily. Mu was best in the 7mm Ortho, no barlow. The triple 16/17 doubles easily with 40mm but the trailing double is a challenge due to the different sizes of the stars, relatively big and little. That trailing one did best with a 2x barlowed 12.5mm Ortho.

Anon, after that I had to get under the shed, where I still have some visual access to the southern skies under the roof and I don't get wetter. But that's when I stepped in the pig shit.

I like to use a 40mm eyepiece as the ep to find stuff because its low magnification more nearly approximates the view in the finder scope. Remember, just about all these stars are not visible to the naked eye, so locating them is a step-wise procedure, going from binoculars to Rigel to finder to telescope ep. Then once I get the likely one I am looking for centered, I switch to the 7.3-22mm zoom because that's an easy way to see if its a double or multiple. Just zoom until it splits. Then for a little better look, I switch to the orthos and maybe a barlowed ortho.

Raymone's Plant du Jour -Uncensored

Allowissadula holosericea. Hi there. I am yet another of the many Malvaceae that stay at the CB and don't get eaten up by the deer. I get big and my flowers are not so big. Plus, my flowers open mostly at night, seems like. I am mostly a south of the much dammed Colorado River Malvaceae (mdCRM) in these parts.

Here's one of my average sized mature leaves with some common household items, a dog calendar and Reindeer Jack, for scale. I am most renowned for my leaves. My leaves are incredibly soft and silky to the touch. Incredibly!

The Crumby Ovate spells that once upon a time he was outdoors and needed to shit real bad. But instead of just taking a shit right where he was, he held all that shit in and wandered for miles and hours through space and over time seeking for some of my leaves so he could give his anus a proper silky smooth wiping. Even the Lovely Druidess Rayetta extols my virtues.

My ass wiping fame is due to Microscopic Indument Crystals (MIC). These crystals cover my leaf surface and are tall enough to allow small primitive insects to run around under them. Under the MIC I also have a few stellate hairs that in no way diminish my ass wiping gentle touch.

At the CB we Allowissadulas stay mostly in morning sun, afternoon shade situations, while in what passes for nature in these parts, we are generally on woodland edges or closed canopy live oak situations where Ogma aint entirely suppressed.

Ray's Thought for the Day - Allowissadula

Can you spell, Allo-wiss-a-du-la? Say Allowissadula real fast over and over again. Make the spell Allowissadula into a little song, fer yerself.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day

Ah the soothing rain falls for the nonce, two weeks in a row of a Saturday shower. Anon, I must venture forth in the rain for to acquire my delicious cinnamon bun. Having two girlfriends, both of those girlfriends with many demands, plus sun god training, indicates keeping up my nutrition.

Let's see now, what were the Whores of Babylon of the Media Liberal trying to scare me to death with this week? Seven dudes in Miami, as instructed by the FBI, took the Al Qaeda oath. Er! North Korea is fixing to hit me with their missle. Er! Or maybe with the attached satellite. Er! Well, unlike the balance of Les Evil Du Axis, North Korea does have an industrial base of sorts.

OK. Everyone should pray real hard to their personal gods or goddesses that the North Korean missle doesn't hit me.

Raymone's Plant du Jour

Pavonia lasiopetala. Hi there. I'm another one of the several Malvaceae that stay at the CB. However, unlike most of my cousins, the deer do browse me a lot. Also, if I find myself in an area of poor air circulation, I get powdery mildew on me and look plumb terrible. Normally, I would be inhabiting juniper/oak woodland and brush generally west of these parts, especially on old limestones. However, I am widely available now days in the nursery trade, as both my seeds and cuttings cooperate with the growers. At the CB I volunteer a lot, but since I'm out of habitat, lots of my offspring spring up in inappropriate situations and have to be relocated for their own good. Mercy and Praise the Goddess.

See here my flower plus ripe fruit.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day - Cad Goddeu - revisited

The semi-well known spell, Cad Goddeu, spelled by reference in this venue continuously, here is exposed pictorially in one of its elements or spheres or whatever. Sorry, can't be more specific than that, for we are here skirting the edges of our Druidic Mysteries.

Anyhow, I'll let Ruellia drummondiana explain what's going on.

Hi there. It's anon for the nonce, just as I foretold when I was the Plant du Jour. Here depicted is the battle (cad) we Ruellias are waging against Stenotaphrum secundatum, commonly known, improbably, as Saint Augustine grass. It would be interesting to track down the etymology of the vulgar spell, St. Augustine grass, but Crumby says the track would lead to south Florida, and not to the actual Christian saint.

The battleground is the area around the human and proto human works and structures where many moons ago the previous occupants planted all the St. Augustine grass, hoping that the St. Augustine grass would eventually form up as a monoculture in those fairly extensive areas. The Druids don't like mononcultures, so they enlisted my help in tackling the St. Augustine weed problem. The rules for engagement are simple, no mowing and no extra water for us or them.

These two pictures show the results of the battle in a small area. The picture to the left is where we Ruellias started out from seed, in a cleared area around the base of a tree in the pecan orchard. This area is full summer shade, but fully Ogmatized in winter, so the dang St. Augustine weed has a big advantage over us in the winter if it doesn't come a good freeze.

This second picture shows our leap frog strategy and how we cleverly outmaneuved the St. Augustine weed to establish ourselves in a new patch off to the left of our main stronghold extending out from the base of the tree. We have lots of such patches hither and yon. Eventually, the plan is, once we get shut of the St. Augustine weeds, we shall welcome our usual understory associates into our midst and make of the area one big understory garden.

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Notes

Sometimes it takes longer to find the virtual stars on the star charts than it does to find the actual stars in the heavens. So I fiddle farted around trying to find all the ones I wanted to look at in Draco again, but I couldn't remember the virtual location of 40/41 Draconis. By the time I had all the ones I wanted to look at pinked out on my homemade Draconis map and got all set up, the clouds rolled in. But one double star I did get to look at was Gamma Delphini in the Constellation Delphinius (littler blue over little gold stars, sort of a miniature Albireo, but much tighter). It'a an easy split at 1335mm/16mm. The Constellation, Delphinius, too funny! I have only known there was a Constellation Delphinius for about a week and tonight was the first time I looked at it. I can easily see all the major stars of Delphinius at the same time in my 9x60 finder scope so it seems more like an open cluster than a constellation. It's a nice little constellation and easy to find, though largely invisible to the naked eye plus spectacles. Just look for star smudge down and to the left of Altair.


The spell Delphinius reminds me of the spell Delphinium which was the name of the head ape on Icky Twerp's Slam Bang Theatre, also too funny! TV was worth watching in those days. Yikes! I should have checked out that little double near Beta Delphi too. Also I left my Rigel on for 24 hours. I got to quit doing that. Jeez Louise. Those batteries cost like three bucks.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day

Er, I saw a bumper sticker yesterday, Cheney/Satan '08. That would be a great ticket for our precious ruling class, all righty then, a real winner. Notice who gets top bill on the ticket.

Excuse me Ray. I need to interdict.

All righty then Arkdruid, interdict away.

This is the Arkdruid reminding Red Ears that he is not supposed to cuss in this venue. I, the Arkdruid, have once again had to come along and edit one of Red's spells, the spell titled Whores of Babylon.

Let me explain why cussing is not a good idea in this venue. First, some of the virtual readers might be offended by cussing. Second, the evil doers apparently troll the blogosphere looking for offensive spells that they can talk about on TV. "Look what we found" they announce on TV, "ugly things were spelled on the liberal blogs about the Kinglet and his Ministers, plus, those liberals cuss."

You see Red, and also all the rest of you at the CB, if you cuss in this venue, some virtual someone might eventually come to think of this as a virtual liberal venue, because of the cussing. Do you want to be confused with liberals? Easy that, course not. So stop the cussing, Praise the Goddess. Back to you, Ray.

Thanks Arkdruid, for that reminder about the dangerous connection between cussing and liberals. All righty then, I need to do a deed, both heroic and popular for sun god training. Whatever shall that deed be?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Raymone's Plant du Jour and Happy Solstice

I wonder how much of Bill Gates software is in garbage dumps around the country and how much of that trash accounts for Bill's billions. I have a bunch of his software here right now that needs to go to the dump. It never worked right, out of the box. Is there anyway to recycle this crap? What Crumby?

All righty then, we have the Plant du Jour, upcoming.

Ruellia drummondiana. Hi there. Here the managers have me, at a sunny location in the morning, but anon the pecan orchard shall shade me. I like it shady.

You may recall that a relative of mine, a spring bloomer, Ruellia nudiflora, was also a featured plant, though not a Plant du Jour, maybe. That one's flowers are distal, rather than axillary, unlike mine. Also, that one likes Ogma better than I do.

Tomorrow, or anon sometime, I am going to show everyone how I kick the shit out of St. Augustine grass, that pernicious weed that grows about the works and structures of human and proto human areas.
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Happy Solstice for Pagans, Especially the Long Suffering African Ones

The CB intercedes with the WG that therefore: All pagans shall enjoy a happy solstice, especially those we know and like, Praise the Goddess. But we don't wish a happy solstice to Christians, Muslims and Jews, generally speaking. For those bunches have all turned their deceitful faces from the Goddess, Praise the Goddess.

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Multiple Star Notes

Whoa! Red is aggravated. First I need to append Red's spell. That dang Hope has been spending so much time fussing about Ray, our presumptive sun god, that Red has been watching too much TV.
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Whores of Babylon

For the first time ever, I heard it last night on the TV, a Republican Whore of Babylon, spelled that Ho Chi Minh wasn’t out to conquer us. That’s refreshing, because the Whores always spelled, when Uncle Ho was alive, that Vietnam was just the first domino, and the last domino would be us and Uncle Ho would be our president, maybe, tickling my mama's anus with his beard. I guess maybe now they are telling the truth about Uncle Ho, sort of f****** maybe. But when Uncle Ho was alive, he was gonna get my mama, they spelled.

Then on the TV, yet another Whore of Babylon, one with excessively greasy well-worn orifices, it’s those petroleum extracts she has going for herself baby, our own Texas senatress, spelled that we fight them there, so that we won’t fight them here. Forgetting to mention that to fight them there, is lots harder than fighting them here, because there, they are, and they are not here,(or they’re not supposed to be here anyway). They aren’t here because we are giving them something to do over there, no f****** maybe about that, maybe. But if they didn’t have something to do over there, they’d be over here, and My Goddess we’d have to rely on the Homeland Security Department to protect us, which as everyone knows, is a virtual department.

Good Goddess, the ruling class is scraping the bottom of the barrel these days, trotting out these, its Whores of Babylon. Globalization, cheap labor, corporate welfare, utter decimation of our natural and cultural environment, torture, crooked elections, crooked politicians, crooked voting machines, liars and gluttons is what the ruling class puts off on us, love it or leave it. We desperately need to get shut of each and everyone of those Whores. And I mean permanently.
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Whoa! Anyway, this time preparatory to my telescopery adventure I ovated a bunch until the Juju Bwana convinced me that I couldn't stay up very long on account of all the dirt I would have to move around the next day starting fairly early. (Only the rain would stop the dirt moving, and no rain was coming.) Note: For anyone practicing to be an ovate, you can't practice too much. Practice will help you out and in the long run, with lots of practice under your belt, you shall be over run with epiphanies directed straight your way by the Wondrous White Goddess.

However, I wanted to look at Cor Caroli, or Alpha Canes Venatici as some spell it, again, and also 24 Coma Berennices. So I espied those too, and found them both most agreeable and interesting. Then, though I ovated my gesture was futile, I assayed Porrima, or Gamma Virgo again. At 1350/7 x 3, it becomes slightly oblong. One has to know one's limitations and the limitations of one's apparati, to be a good Ovate.
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Let's see. All righty then. If every American killed one Iraqi, but one Iraqi also killed one American, there would be lots of us left over and no Iraqis. And chances are those Iraqis would get way less than one of us for one of them. Plus, I ovate, that we could force, with incentives of course, lots of our many surplus new world minions to move to Iraq and do the bidding of our precious ruling class. Then, we could have a work force in Iraq, absent the Iraqis. How much would all that cost? Big deal. Who cares? Nobody. Who'd pay for it? The Chinamen. This is an excessively cool prospectus, just prior to the Wicker Man O'Rama, we'd get all the Iraqis oil that hasn't been dumped in the Tigris River watershed.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Sedge Buster - Scleria triglomerata

Hey Ray! Ready for sedge buster.

Yepper. But yer in for a shock,Crumby.

Has the microscope light shorted out again, Ray?

Noper.

Well, what now then?

Easy that, Red has taught the achenes to talk.

He has?

Yepper.

All righty then, that makes our job lots easier. Let's hear one of 'em out.

Hey there Ray. Hey Crumby.

Jeez Louise. It talks.

Yes I do Crumby. I talk. And what I have to say is that I am as bald as a baby's butt. However, my hypongonium is 100% crusty. Beyond that, if I wasn't sandwiched in this newspaper I might be enjoying a normal life in a sandy woodland. Why am I here? Only you can answer to that, Crumby Ovate.

Yikes! I'm sorry. I'll take you to a sandy woodland and set you free. I attacked you back when I was a wicked Christian and didn't know any better. Please, please forgive me.

All righty then. I shall forgive you, but you have to turn all of us loose first.

All righty then. I'll turn you loose.

All righty then.

Er, Ray yer not throwin' yer voice are ye?

Noper Crumby. Red has taught all the little wonders to talk. Some of em cuss, too.

Great, Ray.

Yepper, that's what I thought too.

Hey to change subtopics, what the heck are yer girlfriends and Rayetta up to Ray?

They are planning my future together with their futures, Crumby.

Rayetta too?

Rayetta is participating in an advisory capacity.

Jeez Louise.

Yepper, Jeez Louise.

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Notes

Jovian Angels were out there again above the east pasture, hovering, but now I have spells to ward them off me.

Mistakenly surmising that I had but little time for tomfoolery, (sometimes I forget to ovate and get all the Juju Bwana ahead of time),I packed it in early last night. But prior to packing it in early, I studied Scorpius. Scorpius never gets very high over the south horizon, but for some reason, there is less pollution off that way than any other direction. So I like to look that way and also those constellations, Scorpius and Sagittarius, are very nice on a transparent evening, which this evening was. So with little time to spare I thought, I revisited Beta Scorpii and Nu Scorpii. Beta is an easy split at low power, two nice white stars. Nu splits at higher power, and at really higher power the right star splits again. Right side, since everything is reversed left to right. Neato. I know its just Tomfoolery, maybe, but when they split its lots of fun. Then I went down to bright Antares to see if I could split that one in the Lomo. But all I could get was a red glow on the airy disc of the big primary. I bet the Lomo would split it though, if seeing was just a tad better. That Lomo, as it turns out, is a serious double taker. It will give perfect airy discs on 6th and 7th magnitude stars at around 1.2 degrees separation. It could do a shade better than that too, reckon. I like it. Last on the ticket was beautiful Albireo, just for aesthetics.

Ray's Thought for the Day

Yesterday, a painted hussy, Whore of Babylon, Republican lady called me up from some congressman’s (masculine Whore of Babylon) office at the Republican National Committee, a very wicked place indeed. She said they had a service award, fer me. But she had to leave a message, because I have turned over the phone answering here to the Sun God Academy and there’s a little electric voice ad for the Sun God Academy that instructs everyone that calls up to leave a message if they’re interested in studying up on how to be a Sun God at the Sun God Academy. But the electric message also spells that they can leave a message not related to the Sun God Academy. That shameless hussy went right ahead on and left a dang message. The Sun God Academy needs to edit that electric message and leave out the part about “unrelated to the Sun God Academy” to keep the evil doers like that Whore of Babylon from leaving messages here that are liable to aggravate Red. It’s bad enough around here when Red espies Whores of Babylon on the TV.

Crumby! What are you doing here? I surmised you had departed.

Nope. I am here for the nonce due to the rain or its portent Ray.

All righty then. Perhaps we should collaborate on you editing the you know what, fer me.

I am honored to do so, Ray. It’s not everyone that gets to bask in the glow of a Presumptive Sun God like you. Then also, maybe we should undertake a Sedge Buster, anon.

All righty then.

All righty then.

Raymone's Plant du Jour

Eupatorium incarnatum. Hi there! Of all the Eupsy daisies that grow in these parts, I am the most dainty. Raymone's picture indicates several of my involucres. They are a typical bunch of involucres, fer me, so I am not popular with gardeners generally due to the small size and numbers of my involucres, here depicted much ballooned up for effect. In the wild, the humans tell me I go unnoticed. Nevertheless, I am fairly common in the seldom damp, Williamson Creek watershed. Crumby transplanted my original to the CB many moons ago. My honorable ancestor is over that way, about two cubits south. I am a two year old derivative, by seed.

Here's my habit in a sunny location getting extra water. My actual size is about a cubic foot. You never see me like this in these parts. Out there in the semi-wild woods, I am long and stringy.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Double Star Notes Plus Ray-mone's Plant du Jour

Whoa! Last night I got attacked by what I can only describe as Jovian Angels who took me along up to their mother ship against my will. They were nice though and said they just wanted to visit with me. But when they got me up to the mother ship I couldn't see out. It was just a big meeting room they had me in. I said to the Jovian Angels, "Dang it, I want to see out!" but they just wanted to visit with me and kept me there in the conference room so I never did get to see out. That put me off my feed, not being able to see out, so when they offered me some treats I says, "Noper, I only break bread with those I both know and like, and I won't be dining with a bunch of kidnappers that won't let me look outside." "Well then" the biggest Jovian Angel retorts, "if you feel that way, we are just going to take you right on back down where we got you from." "All righty then, I'm ready to go back on down if you're not going to let me look out" says I. So the Jovian Angels brought me on back down to the east pasture. That's the kind of trouble they got from the Crumby Ovate.

Here's the dang Jovian Angels attacking me with their mother ship in the back ground. That one in the lower right corner is the one that got me. It sneaked up on me from behind.

After the Jovian Angels departed there was other stuff to do. These are the doubles I espied with the Lomo, maybe. Psi Aquilae, maybe. My experience with this one is so different than the only other observer account I have access to, that I wonder if I was looking at the same double. Maybe the Jovian Angels did something to me. Anyhow, this one didn't resolve into twain until ca. 214x and was way better, way more mags over that, like 1335/7 x 2. It was unusually clear last night, the second best night in my limited telescopery experience, so very high powers were good to go.

After that, I looked at 57 Aquilae (big deal) and Eta Cassiopeia which is a big gold star with a little red star, a nice one. I should have got the Newt out and looked at that one through the Newt. But apparently the Jovian Angels stopped me from getting the Newt out. So instead, I looked for Psi Cassiopeia for awhile, but that one proved hard to find and the dewpoint was reached simultaneously with that last hunt for Psi Cassiopeia, or maybe the Jovian Angels were making me think all that was happening.

So a while ago, with the east pasture now bathed in Ogma's light, I assayed to accompany Raymone on his picture taking walk which was scheduled to go right past where the Jovian Angels got me. Not surprisingly, there was no sign of their visit. But Raymone got some pictures of Vernonia baldwinii.

Hi there. I'm the broad leaved Vernonia of these parts. For many moons, Red Ears sent his minions out from the CB in search of my ancestral seed. Now, lo and behold, here I am, sprung up from that seed. If you click on my image you may espy that yellow aphids, attended by yellow aphid ant buddies are afflicting me. Some of those ants attacked Raymone. The ants, lick the aphid juices, yuck. I'll tell you something else. All those ants are big ants, as those particular ants go. Why aren't the little ones participating? Anyway, I should think that Raymone or someone should hose me off soon, to get all these vermin off me.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery and the Fate of the Muth

Last night in the east pasture while keeping the deer at bay, I chanced to look out into the heavens, even through the 133.5 mm Lomo Astelle Maksutov-Cassegrain telescope. I chanced to look out after first noticing that the neighbors' blinds were closed. No, no, no, that's just tomfoolery, there's vegetation between my location in the east pasture and the blinds. But hark, I did espy 36 Ophiucus, two orange stars so close together that I must employ the 2x barlow and the 25mm Ortho to espy that they are indeed, twain. Then clouds came up from the south on one level, and from the southwest on another level, and from the west on yet another level. Nought could I espy of the heavens. And anon, after I laid me down on the Bosom of the Goddess, the rains came, and I rested happily from my great labors on the Bosoms.

Sometime while I was resting happily on the Bosoms, the muth pegged out, much as I foretold. This morning, the Goddess of Reality Checks found it, dead. So I took up its sad little carcass into the laboratory and poked its wings open a little so that I might gaze upon the too side of its hind wings, but also upon the top sides of its forewings.

No key do I have at hand that would do the muths justice. But I do have copies of Dr. Holland's plates. Wonder of wonders, Plate XXXI, number 4, looks just like me muth morte. It is/was Catocala subviridis according to the once sticky fingered, Havana puffing Dr. Holland.

Insect collecting is fun, sort of, as I now recall. But not that much fun.

Ray's Thoughts for the Day

Mercy! We got 17 tics in the guage in 48 hours. Somebody call Noah.

After a very poor wild weed season by CB standards, due to zippo rain last fall, we enter into the oppressive heat of summer time on the heels of the opressive heat of spring time. To kick off the summer wild weed season we have a special guest today, Helianthus annua. Did I spell yer name correctly?

No Ray, you didn't. It's annuus now. I go by annuus.

All righty then, here's Helianthus annuus.

Hi there. I am a large sunflower of cheerful demeanor and prolific seed production. Me and hundreds of my kinsfolk stay at the CB annually. There is some concern about us on the part of the managers because we really do get quite big. But we also attract Red's favorite bird of these parts, Carduelis psaltria, the black-backed ones. They are cheerful little birds with amazing vocabularies. They come here, post-nesting, hunting for my seeds which they eat and then shit out. Everyone is happy and satisfied with this arrangement.
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Er, Arkdruid, that sunflower spelled shit out.

It's OK Ray, flowers don't know any better.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Muth and Muth Feet

Crumby, that muth is over here above the sink on the house ivy. Take it's picture.

All righty then.

Be careful Crumby. Use a stool.

All righty then.

What kind of muth is it?

All righty then.

Will it eat our clothes?

All righty then.

Did you get a picture of it yet?

All righty then.

Muth. I know that Crumby is gonna kill me and key me out. Why'd I come in here?

muth feet.

I am thinking about killing that muth and keying it out. To key it out, I need to look at its back and possibly its dang feet and its antennae under a microscope. But then I am also thinking about not killing that muth and waiting for it to die on its own. I am also thinking about taking it outside, but I suspect its caterpillar is a no account. So probably I'll just wait for it to die on its own.

Achtung! If you can't wait around for muths to come in your house and die, you can go Sugaring for Muths, which happens to be the title of a highly informative chapter in W.J. Holland's book, The Muth Book, 1903. I shall quote,
We have put into the bucket four pounds of cheap sugar. Now we will pour in a bottle of stale beer and a little rum. We have stirred the mixture well. In our pockets are our cyanide jars.
Further along,
The task is accomplished! Forty trees and ten stumps have been baptized with sugar-sweetened beer. Let us wash our fingers in the brook and dry them with our handkerchiefs. Let us sit down on the grass beneath this tree and puff a good Havana.
And some more,
Now let us light our lamps and put a drop or two of chloroform into our cyanide jars, just enough to slightly dampen the paper which holds the lumps of cyanide in place.

Ah yes. Those were the days when real men were entomologists and vice versa. Out at night with cigars and handkerchiefs, cyanide and chloroform, all handily available from the corner drug store, for sugaring for muths. Reckon what they did with the rest of the rum? Apparently, in those days, some sugar could be had cheaply, comparitively.

Ray's Thoughts for the Day and Some Telescope Tomfoolery

Apparently, Crumby's satire last night produced positive results in the atmosphere over the CB. For the nonce it's raining cats and dogs, figuratively. Crumby had to go outside in the pouring rain and move his dolly which he had left outside to tempt the rain, another satirical type spell.

Amusing sounding spells are widely regarded by Crumby and me as highly entertaining. Uh oh, here comes the rain splattered Ovate now. Crumby, do you have some more funny spells of the southern skies?

You betchum Ray. Up and to the left of bright Antares are two of my favorites, Yed Prior and Yed Posterior. Can you guess which one of those two is on top, Ray?

Er, is this a trick question, Crumby?

Easy that, noper.

Then easy that, Yed Prior is the one on top.

You are 100% correct-o-mundo on that Ray. Also Yed Prior is the one that appears bigger. On a good night I can see those two with just my spectacles.

Say Crumby, what should we do about you know what?

Er, you mean the new request for Druidic supplication of the WG, don't you Ray?

Yepper Crumby.

Let me ovate on that subtopic fer a minute................. er ................. Juju Bwana. Rayetta and your girlfriends can handle that one.

All righty then Crumby, I shall inform my sister and my girlfriends that the Crumby Ovate has foreseen that they shall handle the new supplication request.

All righty then Ray, I am gonna go watch the rain fall for the nonce. Later dude.

Bon jour Crumby Ovate. Now let's see. I was thinking about some other subtopic. What was it? Ah ha, here it comes back. According to my sister's sometime heart throb, George Will, 1200 Iraqis succumbed to the warm embrace of the Wicker Man in May just in Baghdad and that doesn't include the ones that got blown up by car bombs. George reminds me of a few times when the spell "population control", with reference to Iraq, has come up in casual conversations I have been casually overhearing on my travels outside the innards of the relatively safe CB perimeter. And that leads me on to think about one of Red's foretellings. Red foretells, "As the short memory of what passed for democracy in these parts fades on out, the options shall be barbarism or barbarism."

Then onward with yet another thought, for my thought process has been much stimulated by sun god training.

Marv sent this. It's where some Apaches stay in northern Arizona, maybe.

The thoughts just keep on coming. Many moons ago I was a football player and in that capacity got shipped off to Ardmore in a school bus to play the boys at the Indian school. By way of a pep talk, coach told us that those boys were lots bigger and mostly older than us, but they pulled their jock straps on, one leg at a time, just like we did. We got beat in the neighborhood of 63-zip. But I figure, if coach hadn't pepped us up with the jock strap spell, it would have been worse. Later, coach allowed that the refs were on their side, home field advantage.

All I remember about the actual game is that a boy I was supposed to block sometimes, was totally inert, about 5'5" tall and 300 pounds. I made a run or two at him early on in the game, but after awhile I advised that we should maybe maneuver around him. I felt like I was liable to hurt myself running into him. As the score indicates though, we ran out of room to maneuver.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Notes = Now Here's a Name

Zubenelgenubi or Alpha Libra. What the heck does Zubenelgenubi mean, reckon? And right next to that one is Zubeneschamali. I couldn't spell that by myself for a hunered dollars. Zubenelgenubi is right on the ecliptic trailing Jupiter for the nonce.

The clouds obscured all early. Need rain urgently, but these clouds were headed elsewhere, expeditiously. The picture got sent to me last winter, depicting the fire aftermath in Gray County, Texas. Nice huh. Was that a good cow or an evil cow?

The Kinglet Looks 'Em in the Eye

Presumably, look 'em in the eye is how the Kinglet determines whether an employee, like the Whatever of Iraq, is up to a particular task. The Kinglet needs to look 'em in the eye. Goddess protect us, led like sheep into the warm embrace of the Wicker Man by a crazy nincompoop. Oh well, he's the best the ruling class could offer up.

We just had an animal emergency. Piggy the Chow Chow is 15 years old and has to take two pills every day for arthritis. Never a smart dog and now additionally afflicted with arthritis and deafness he sometimes puts himself at risk and must make piteous outcry so that he may be rescued.

This is the usual manner of his difficulties. He has a dog bed down at the foot of the proto human bed. The proto human bed has a bed frame. But Pig has difficulty negotiating the onto and off of his bed, though his bed is but a two inch thick foam pad. And in his negotiating with his bed he sometimes scoots the bed under the proto human bed frame in such manner that his hind quarters, already much afflicted by the arthritis, encounter the bed frame when he later attempts to arise after his nap. Then, believing himself trapped he utters forth the most terrible moaning one may imagine until rescued which rescue is easily accomplished by sliding the dog bed, dog and all, back out from under the bed frame. Perhaps we should move the dog bed to a safer location, but that might engender yet other, unlooked for emergencies.

Or, perhaps we should look Piggy in the eye.

Crumby' Telescope Tomfoolery Gets Set Back

We had a stampede last night in the east pasture and some of the cows, some evil cows potentially, trampled the Newt into the dust. Yikes! Not really, it was just some clouds that interrupted the session about 1 AM. But I could hear those potentially evil cows mulling around in the dark and it got me thinking on how one can spook oneself in the dark. One night recently, for example, I was hiking along loaded down with telescopery gear and I became pretty sure a tree was fixing to attack me. So now, I never go out to the east pasture at night without at least a hand gun.

The mutiple star viewing session was short but interesting; 68, 69 and 70 in Ophiucus. 70 is a nice tight pretty one, big yellow and little red. One of the other ones, 68 I think maybe, showed some nice color too. I also fooled around with the Newt on Rho Ophiucus, but I couldn't do much better with the Newt than with the Lomo even at 357x. It was pretty windy again for one thing so the Newt kept getting blown around. I did get something of a blurry V out of the the yellow star(s).

The exact location of 1785 Bootes remains a mystery, fer me. Heck, I couldn't find M3 either. Oh well, one day closer.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Ray's Second Thought for the Day

Hot and Dry. Seems like we are deploying to hot and dry spots, like the Mexican border. The Wicker Man likes it hot and dry, too. My advice is, drink plenty of liquids.

Ray's Thought for the Day

Today, I have been thinking about Geum canadense and Sanicula canadensis, two understory herbs of relatively humid habitats in these parts, typically creek terraces. So, after thinking for awhile, I decided to do up a seed flat of Geum. Actually, Red made me do it up. Later on he is going to make me collect Sanicula seed and do a flat of that too.

We need to have a few of those, Geum and Sanicula, at the CB, according to Red and Crumby to go along with the Ruellia drummondiana and the Onosmodium bejariense.

This strategy, putting in humidty loving weeds just because we have a place for them flies in the face of the Wicker Man.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Multiple Stars Whatever

You know Rayetta, there's lots of cool stuff to look at in Ophiucus.

That may be Crumby, but no one wants to look at a constellation with a name like Ophiucus.

I look at it.

Yes, you do Crumby, but you also think the spell, snuffer, is funny.

It is funny, Rayetta. Jeez Louise. Lighten up. Snuffer's natural and funny. Anyway, I'm gonna hunt for stuff in Ophiucus tonight if I can stay awake. Wanna stay up all night looking for stuff in Ophiucus?

No.

All righty then. I have other companionship options. Anyway, what's the priroity double star list for Ophiucus I wonder. Let's see what I can come up with from avialable information.

All righty then. These are the ones I want to espy: 36, Omicron, 79 and Rho. Finding these on the star charts is a little time consuming, especially if you forget to look up their right accensions and declinations first. Rho's location, for example, is a surprise.

For the last couple of evenings I have decided to see what the Lomo 133.5 Mak can do on multiple stars. Last night was informative in this respect. Once Lomo thermoregulated itself the star images seemed good. The moon was not out, but the wind was howling. A few low clouds were zooming up from the south, intermittently.

On Rho, all I could ever get was one tiny bluish star above a big yellow star. Presumbably the big yellow star splits, but I could not make it do so except I kept imagining companions sometimes at about 190x. Available amateur information on Rho's parts is slightly non-informative. I will try again tonight with the 10" Newtonian.

The parts of Rho I could espy are way darker than they should be even in the Mak, due, I am apprized, to the intervening nebulosity, which must be inferred from this location, since it not discernible directly.

Omicron is an easy one for the Mak, splitting at about 60x, but better at 106x. On all these observations I used UO orthos and a 16mm UO Koenig plus the dang Apogee zoom which works almost as well as the Orthos in the Mak and is way handy.
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Weather report. Red says it's been very hot and very dry. That's about right. We are doing some irrigating. No serious rain event has occurred since Cotton fer Spit month.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day - Is the Republcian Party a Fascist Political Party? and Addendum

I have been thinking about this subtopic question today as part of my sun god training.

I have not reached any conclusions though, but I am inclined to think the Repuplican Party, though many fascists account themselves republicans, or vote that way, is not a fascist party. One obvious difference between old timey fascist parties and the republican party, is the fascist parties wanted the state to actually function as more than a dispenser of welfare to the rich. On the other hand, there are some interesting similarities.

Addendum Part

So now that I have thought about this subtopic some more, for sun god training, I have come to the conclusion that the analogy falls into the so what category of useless analogies. Starting with the fact that hardly anyone know anything about fascism in its historical context or its specifics, why bother to compare fascism to anything else. Then there's the common view of fascism which may include historical events associated with fascism, World War II and Hitler and maybe some more generalities all of which are presumed in the common view as very bad, maybe. So to make an analogy, Republican Party - fascist party, would be attempting to solicit an emotional reaction from people who have heard how bad Hitler was, etc.

That's not how a sun god trainee should operate, using so what analogies. The Druids are correct, the Republican Party is the Liar and Glutton Party. The Democratic Party is too, but that other party moderated the glutton aspect. For example, war profiteering was once widely viewed as bad. Now, with the Republican Party having seized state power, war profiteering is good business. Oh well, so what.

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Notes

The atmosphere over the CB cleared somewhat last night , apparently, and seemed more transparent. There is a meteorlogical explanation but I am not aware of it, yet.

Yes, indeedy, Beta Cepheus was just barely naked eye plus spectacles visible in the northeast sky at a perfect declination for the 133 Lomo operating in alt-az mode at about 11:30 PM. The same was true of Scorpius in the opposite direction. However, to espy both in one sitting meant I couldn't sit the whole time, but had to get up and turn the Lomo around. I did this even with a pythonesque meal under my belt helping to work off some of the meal which was delicious.

Beta Cepheus is a nice double. A big white star next to a little violet star that sometimes appeared to go dark red in the Lomo.

The difference in light transmission to the eye between the 10" Newt and the 133 Lomo Mak is remarkable. On the other hand, I can sit comfortably in the double decker lawn chair and espy out the Lomo, contortion free, at the declination of those stars at that time, an important consideration during a period of pythonesque digestion.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day - Moustache Safety

Imagine for a moment that yer a big fatty glutton with a moustache, gentleman or lady, doesn’t matter. You get yerself one of those great big two pound sandwiches that you can hardly get yer mouth around and you have to squeeze that sandwich, chock full of sliced potted meat and cheese and secret sauce down to get your lips open wide enough in a position to fix to eat it. At last yer all set and you bite into it. But lo and behold, one of yer dang mustache hairs gets tangled up in the sandwich and yer teeth cause that moustache hair’s too long and when you chomp down that moustache hair tugs down on yer upper lip and you bite yer lip along with the delicious sandwich.

Oh my, tears spring to yer eyes from the bit lip and the stretched out hair tugging ever so hard on yer upper lip and it does hurt so, but its too late to do anything, but keep chewing and try to swallow. Hark, when you try to swallow though, some of the swallowed goes down yer wind-pipe instead of yer gullet and you choke and choke. Eventually, after a minute or two, you have a panic attack and that’s what kills you.

Fortunately, this did not happen to anyone I both know and like, just a fat slob stranger, so this is nothing more than a funny story, fer me. However, long moustache hairs do fall under the general aegis of a Potential Safety Topic - environmental hazard, so I thought about it.

Like Crumby opined earlier this morning, I could draw an analogy or two from this story, but so what.

Crumby's Telescope Tomfoolery Practice

"Now I will explain how two persons, hit by the same bombs, can have different injuries." Honest to Goddess, I just heard some army dude-spokesperson spell that on the TV. Surely those that stay tuned for the explanation shall have the skin burnt off 'em slowly by the Wicker Man, Praise the Goddess.

But working backwards to the east pasture we find myself, Crumby the Ovate, practicing the methodology pre-described in earlier recent passages of this electric tome. The methodology worked Okie Dokie for Mu Bootes, Zeta Corona Borealis, Sigma Corona Borealis and 1835 Bootes. It also semi-worked on an extra double near Zeta CrB, that I first thought was Zeta CrB.

The methodolgy continued working along on Zeta Bootes, but that's where the trouble started. It was a windy night with a full moon, neither fact of nature conducive to splitting tight doubles which Zeta Bootes is, tight, 0.8 arc seconds. I tried everything in my ep arsenal, but to no avail, always wondering if the methodology had failed, and this was not Zeta Bootes, but an impostor. I checked and re-checked the methodology, but it held up like a good methodology should. I used all the ep arsenal again. Hours I spent, but the star would not split. Although once, at about 375x, it got very close to splitting for a nanosecond. But see, the point is, I wasted all my time on that one due to stubborness. So when I finally gave up, hours had passed and there was not enough time left, it turned out, to employ the methodogy on 1785 Bootes because that one submerged itself in the pecan orchard, which event, the methodolgy does not address.

Moving forwards I let myself get aggravated. Not seriously aggravated because, I'm supposed to be having fun, right, but aggravated enough that I started fooling around. So I got the telescopery headed to the NE as the hour approached 4 AM. But I wasn't paying close attention and I mistook the constellation Cassiopeia for the constellation Cepheus. Ha! You may think. That Crumby is an idiot. How could anyone but an idiot do that?

After awhile of employing the methodology, I sleepily decided that K Cassiopeia was Beta Cepheus, the one I wanted to espy. So I tried to split K Cassiopeia, but it would not split any more than Sigma Bootes, would split. Dang it, I hollered, something aint right in the east pasture. So I checked on some data I had in the CB domicile and sure enough the twain doublets of Beta Cepheus are listed at a whopping 16.3 arc seconds apart. Wrong star Crumby, wrong constellation too.

I can draw lots of analogies from this adventure in telescopery, but so what.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day

Here I am. Back with Crumby in the laboratory, a sedge buster. Yippee. Apparently, Red has taught the plants how to spell which makes my job a lot easier.

Scleria muhlenbergii, or if you prefer, Scleria reticularis. Hi! We are achenes, three. I am the middle one with my bottom up so you may espy part of my deeply three lobed hypongonium. Also, if you look carefully at us, you may note tufts of short, curly hairs distributed mostly on our tops. Crumby says we are hairier-headed than yer average water engineer. But that's a private joke. Here comes Crumby now. Ray! Here comes Crumby.

Great. Talking achenes. Hey Crumby.

Hey Ray. I see you already did sedge buster.

Yepper.

Want to stay up all night and look fer double stars with me?

Noper. I have to do homework.

Ah ha. I see you have a study book. How to Become a Positively Received Sun God by Sister Mary of Surpassing Misery. That sounds real interesting Ray. Well, later dude, I got some preparations to make. Reckon who might want to espy some doubles. Ah ha, there's Rayetta. No doubt Rayetta will wish to espy some doubles.

Great.

Ray-ay could you come in here for a minute. Hope and I want to give you some instructions and some more books to read.

Great. Sure thing, in a minute. Great.

Telescope Tomfoolery - Crumby's Multiple Star Espyizations Methodology

Working backwards, a bunch of clouds rolled in from the south at 3 AM before Cepheus could get high enough, fer me. But early on it was when I invaded the stygian darkness of the east pasture that was so intense (the stygian darkness) that verily all was lit up due mostly to the moonlight, maybe. Skipping to the start, it was in the neighborhood of 11:20 PM with the wind blowing gustily from the south when Bootes the Herdsman was traipsing along just south of the CB zenith so that the scopery must want to point verily almost straight up.

These are the ones espied, east to west; Pi, Xi, Epsilon, Sigma, Iota and Kappa. Then after those I went over to espy three in Cygnus before the clouds rolled in. Those three espied in Cygnus are 16, 52 and 61.

Er! The above are all demarcated by Greek letters or integers. There's lots more kinds of ways they are demarcated, but those are lots harder to locate on the star chartery currently available, to me. So methodolgy wise the ones demarcated with Greek letters or integers on the available chartery which is Pocket Sky Atlas, Sky Atlas 2000, 2nd ed. and Cartes du Ciel, a free computer chart, are fairly easy to locate on those charts with some effort. The rest of em aint so easy.

Here's what I do preparatory, method-wise. I locate the ones I want to espy on the chartery. Then I orient and magnify the Cartes du Ciel computer chart like it would look from the east pasture. Then I print that chart. Then, using all three reference charts I try to figure out which star is which, fer sure, but the charts don't always agree on everything so I have to be careful. Once I have been careful, I mark the ones I want to espy on the printed out chart with a pink marks-a-lot magic marker, newly acquried from the Target store. Then out I go with that chart to the east pasture. But this methodology only works, fer sure, on the ones with Greek letters or intergers. The Struve ones, for example, are generally littler stars, and lots harder to find on my chartery and some may not be on the chartery at all, which makes for too aggravating a situation, fer Tomfoolery.

Why a pink marks-a-lot magic marker, some may wonder? Easy that, the color pink, unlike blue, yellow, and green is absent from the paper and computer star charts noted above. So if I want to mark something on them, the charts, I use pink. Orange works too. And to be consistent, I use that same color, pink, on the homemade charts. I can use orange, too, theoretically.

Yesterday, when I was working this methodology out, I realized that I needed to go to the Target store. My idea was that I would just purchase pink magic markers. But lo the only marks-a-lot magic markers vended came in groups that included unnecessary colors. So I had to purchase a group of them that included one pink, one orange and one useless yellow. Hence the orange, theoretical usage. All the rest of the groups that I didn't purchase had even worse colors, some in multiples of the worse colors, blue and green in addition to yellow.

Once I actually find one of these stars in the telescope, and evidence accrues that its the same star as is indicated on my home made chart in pink, the fun begins. I get to employ eyepieces on it. Generally, to start I have a 40mm plossl of improbable eye relief, about an inch, that I use to help me find stuff. This in addition to the binoculars, the Rigel and the finder scope. Remember, hardly any of these are visible to the naked eye from the CB. Then if the star does not appear as two stars once I get it centered in the ep, I generally pop in a 2x barlow. That does the trick on the wide doubles. But sometimes I have to get down to split the star so I can see two or maybe three where there was formerly just one. Yikes!, I need the 7mm Ortho plus the barlow sometimes for ones as close as two arc seconds or less with the moon out and the wind blowing 20 mph.

After I espy it good, I draw a little picture of the stars and note their relative sizes and colors next to the picture. Usually, I have to go hunt down a bunch of papers that have blown off before I do this, or find the dang light which has disappeared or something else has disappeared annoyingly, like the Bic mechanical pencil. (I need to get one of those orange field books to put these notes in, like the ones I keep my floristic observations in).


Look out Crumby! The wayward telescopery apparati is attackin' ye.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Telescope Tomfoolery

Ha! It just occurred to me, Crumby Ovate, that this is as good a place as any to keep my Multiple Star Notes. Keep everything together, that way if you lose it, you lose it all. Ha!

Last night, to keep entertained while I was keeping the deer out of the pastures, the plan was to espy the mutiples in Hercules, then one or two in Ophiucus, then wait for Cepheus and Cassiopeia later. But I got to sleepy to wait so I'll do those later ones tonight.

The moon was very bright last night so about the only star I could actually see near Hercules was the always reliable, this time of year, Vega. So I used Vega to find four of those multiples in Hercules, to whit: Alpha, Delta, Rho and 95, all fairly close together and up and to the right of bright Vega.

The moon being so bright didn't seem to bother much, oddly, in Hercules, but She bothered a bunch when I tried to move over to Ophiucus, so I gave up on that. The southeastern sky was just a big white glow. Besides 70, the one I wanted to espy was in the Austink light glow to boot.

Those Hercules ones are all pretty cool, as suns go, but my favorite of the group is Delta. That's because you have a great big one next to a little bitty one and the little one is orangish violet and the big one appears great big and is sort of a greenish white. All these Hercules doubles are easy to split in the 1250 reflector using a 2x barlow and either a 7.3-22mm zoom or the barlow and a range of orthos 25mm - 12.5 mm. That Ultima barlow helps a lot with coma. Surprisingly, that goofy Apogee zoom is quite handy on multiples and does a good job. I needed to find something for it to do, since it flunked out on terrestrial in the Maks.

95 is interesting too because the two stars are very nearly the same size but one is greenish and the other one is orangish.

Goofing around I also looked at Jupiter low on the horizon with 3x TV barlow and a 9mm ortho. My mount can't actually handle that kind of magnification pointed that way, in that light, but it was interesting. A big stripedy fuzz ball at 416x.

Ray's Thought for the Day

It's a new month. June 10 - July 7 are the Julian equivalent days. This month was important to the heretical neo-Druids as they trended toward sun god worship a fairly long time ago, only to discover that if you've seen one sun god, you've seen them all. Things have progressed a lot since those days. Now we have the prospect (soon to be a reality) of foreign investors owning and operating toll roads in Texas. Reckon any of the workers building the toll roads aint from these parts. That's quite a change of both times and parts. But here we Druids are still, working hard to come up with what we are are this month.

"I am a God who sets the head afire with smoke"

Noper, we can't use that one. Nor can we use oak, Quercus, as our CB tree because we have already used it up in an earlier month.

Er!

Alrighty then. "I am shield against the Wicker Man, maybe, and the CB tree is Anisicanthus wrightii for the next 28 days of our journey around Ogma and under the heavens.

Raymone, did ye take any pictures of the new monthly CB tree while I was gone.

Oui, Ray. The orange one.

Okie Dokie. Then let's get a picture of the red ones and put it here somewhere. Oh and the CB bird this month can be Archilochus alexandrii.

Anisicanthus wrightii. Hi. I'm the red one.

I do lotsa flowers and lotsa nectar.

I am a fly trying to get some rest on the Anisicanthus here.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Ray's Thought for the Day

Uh oh. Tomorrow is a new month. What shall I be?

Raymone's Plant du Jour

Callirhoe involucrata. I live here at the CB, but the deer eat me so I am relatively uncommon compared to my many malvaceous cousins that also live here. The deer don't eat most of them. Is that fair? The dang deer have become an important determinant of which of us get to survive where, and in what abundance. A couple of us different Callirhoes persist here, but we have to be alert.

Actually, one postive side-effect of telescope tomfoolery at the CB is that one or another of the humans or proto-humans are up all night and that scares the deer off. I can hear those dang deer snorting with aggravation outside the property boundaries, but they are too scared to jump in and eat me because they are afraid of the humanoids. Sometimes the dogs are out with the humanoids too, and that provides me with additional security.

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Yes indeed, the Callirhoe is correct. Sampling indicates that fewer of the little wonders get eaten if one stays up all night outside, hollering at heaven. What's there to holler about besides Uranus? Easy that, multiple stars. Tripartite cool ones we espied this morning are 16/17 Draconis (triplets), Mu Draconis (nice and tight) and Eta Cassiopaeia (pretty). And across the fencelines we hear, snort, snort, snort from the deer.

These are the nightbirds we also hear now and again; Chuck-Will's Widow, Screech Owl, Barred Owl and the delicious male chicken.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

This is the Dawning

of the Age of Aquarius, Age of Aquarius, Aquarius, A-quarius!

That's all I, the Crumby Ovate can remember of that particular song because it was too insipid to bother memorizing, in marked contrast to the Dr. Pepper jingle, which must not have been too insipid to memorize. But this morning I was condemned to sing the Aquarius song, what I remembered of it, repetitively. Why? Easy that, Uranus is in Aquarius, so I had to celebrate the event in song.

From my vantage point at the Cow Barn, enveloped by the heavily polluted Austink skies, looking southeast, at around 4:15 AM I can see two stars well, employing only my spectacles. These two stars are Altair in the constellation Aquila, and Fomalhaut, very low on the horizon, in the constellation, Grus*. Aquila-eagle, Grus-crane. It's a bird lovers' cornucopia.

Since I can only see two stars well, those two stars, Altair and Fomalhaut serve as guide posts to the other stars I want to see and also to the planets, Nepune and, of course, Uranus. Oh! I almost forgot. Here's how the song went.

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
Uranus, Uranus, Ur-anus.
Uranus is up in Aquarius, that is where it likes to be-ee,
Uranus, Uranus, Ur-anus.

As you may see, I changed the song up a little to account for Uranus' current dispostion.

There are a good many stars on the edge of spectacle vision off to the southeast at that time of the morning. These stars are easily espied in my 8x42 Swift Ultralight binoculars. With some patience I can, employing the Swifts, figure out the constellations sometimes and which parts of the constellations I'm espying. Then once I figure out where I'm looking at, sitting on the ground in the east pasture beside my telescope, I can quickly switch from looking through the Swifts and line up the telescope on that spot using my Rigel Quickfinder. Then I can check to see if the telescope's pointed where the Swifts were pointed using my 9x60 finder scope which gives a view fairly similar to the Swifts. If it is the same spot, then I can check that stuff out in the 10" reflector telescope which the Rigel and the spotter scope are attached, to.

At first I was really annoyed that I had to do all this because of all the light pollution. But now I consider it a challenge and feel like it is a good way to learn the constellations, because of all the required repetition of observation.

Around 5:30 AM, or a tad later, it starts getting too light off in the southeast and the stars begin to fade out. So there's not much time to see the low on the horizon constellations like Grus, Capricorn and Scorpius right now at this point in space and time. Or maybe they never get higher up relative to my location.

Ha! though. Did I espy Neptune, and, of course, Uranus? Easy that, you betchum. But I have to keep looking to discern which ones of all the tiny little dots were Neptune, and, of course, Uranus. I have a pretty good idea which ones of the tiny dots they are, but I need motion and time, to tell, fer sure.

Dude, where's Neptune. Ah yes, the sea god, is in Capricornus, the sea goat. Too funny!

* Actually, Fomalhaut is in the constellation Piscis Austrinus, but what the heck. It's real close to Grus.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Ray's thought for the Day

Venus is gibbous, but where is Uranus?

Bufo valliceps. OK. I planned this out. Every time round Ogma it gets hotter and drier. So I thought to myself, I'll get in the cat's water bowl. But every morning they'd kick me out of old cat's water bowl and empty out the water. Pretty soon though, they'd bring the bowl back with new water in it. Then I'd hop back in. This went on for quite a spell. Finally though, they got me my own bowl. So here I am relaxing comfortably in my own water bowl. Sometimes I still get in the cat's water bowl.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Raymone's Plant du Jour

Hey buddy, maybe. I'm Monarda citriodora. The most abundant late spring weed at the CB. These colors, of me and nuber down here somewhere are sort of how we are colored mostly in these parts. Although, a great many of us are lots whiter in these parts. In other parts, of soon to be consumed by the Wicker Man central Tejas, we are very much purple, especially on red dirt.

Most everybody that thinks, thinks of me as fairly common. But better think again. All us wildflowers in central Tejas are on the decline. Sorry, the liars and gluttons have to get us, before the Wicker Man, gets them.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Crumby Gets a Voodoo Doll

New Orleans is back! I got this from there, a Voodoo doll. It's interesting that a Druid Ovate would acquire a Voodoo doll, unsolicited.

The Voodoo doll comes with "How to Use" instructions that say white pins are for good luck, and black pins are for evil. You may note that mine came with two white pins. But the instructions go on to say that I can call the Voodoo King if I need more pins, for more power.

My first thought on the two white pins was that all the dolls must come with just white pins. That may be so, and would be a good marketing ploy. Those wanting to do evil with a black pin would have to contact the Voodoo King first. Heck, Chitlin Cheney may be the Voodoo King, or Rover Rove for that matter, or even Kinglet Bush. They have all been peripherally involved in the on-going clean-up New Orleans swindle, so they may have branched off into Voodoo dolls.

But then I had another thought, "two white pins" I thought. "This Voodoo doll is yet another sign that Druids can't do evil, because the WG does not let Her Druids do evil, only good."

Then I began to think about all the good I could do if this Voodoo doll works.

Ray's Thought for the Day - Enviropreneur Camp

All I have done all day long is cook supper and write this. I didn't wake up until 2:30 PM and wouldn't have woken up then, if the dog hadn't been licking me in the face. Tha's what happens sometimes when you don't go to sleep for a couple of nights. So I probably wrote this because I'm grouchy, maybe, from reading about enviropreneurs in the paper, right after the dog woke me up.
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Whoa! Enviropreneur Camp. I just heard about this Enviropreneur Camp in Montana where the environmentally clueless and careless may go to learn envirospeak, "Free Market Environmentalism".

Okie Dokie. Here's an example of what the environmentally clueless and careless learn how to do at the camp. Let's take a hypothetical example based on a real example. There's 1000 acres of land that's just sitting around somewhere not making any money. For whatever reason the land owner has not done much on it for 30-40 years so it has lots of flora and fauna and is big enough to contain functioning natural community fragments, that is, there would be identifiable associations of the flora and fauna within the 1000 acres if anyone bothered to check them out.

But an environmentally clueless and careless enviroprenuer (or two, or group or corporation or quasi- state agency: Who the heck knows?) buys the property with a view to making lots of money from the property. "What did we learn at enivropreneur camp" the enviropreneurs ask themselves. "Oh yeah, we are better stewards of this property than anyone else could be, because we own it. We just need some incentives to be good stewards. And we have a yearning desire that everyone should feel as swell about our stewardship of this property as we do. So first off, to make everyone feel swell, we will announce to the public that our property is a "Nature Park"."

Naturally, a clueless and careless public, once they read in the newspaper or see on TV or drive by and espy the sign out front, Nature Park, enthusiastically support the new enviropreneurs decision, “Nature Park”, or most likely don’t care. Almost everyone, clueless and careless, loves nature and parks, except for nature haters, a minority, and of course those who are worried about the potential impact of the Nature Park on their property if it happens to be in the same taxing district as their property.

Public support for the Nature Park generally assured the enviropreneurs get down on the best part of all the stuff they learned at camp, incentives. "Yeah! We get incentives to be good stewards of this property" the enviropreneurs congratulate each other happily.

First on the incentives agenda is selling off 500 acres of the Nature Park so the enviropreneurs will have plenty of money to be good stewards on the remaining 500 acres of their Nature Park. That accomplished, the entrepreneurs congratulate themselves. "Yippee, now we have lots of money to make our Nature Park the best ever" and the enviropreneurs also inform the clueless and careless public, via the handy clueless and careless Media Liberal, that the Nature Park, though a tad smaller than before, will be the best ever. Everyone's happy. And that’s important, everyone should feel happy and have a positive outlook.

Next on the agenda is more incentives. "Yikes! We need some more incentives to conserve our nature park! Let's see, there are all sorts of publicly financed programs, tax exemptions and grants that will help us put in some nice environmentally friendly facilities that will make the public more comfortable and help entertain the public when they visit our nature park so they will want to return, again and again. Plus, all these programs,tax exemptions and grants will help everyone to focus on how we are saving nature. The incentives roll in for environmentally friendly roads and parking lots and buildings and water treatment facilities and sewage treatment facilities and electric utility lines and nature trails to show off the nature park to the public. The nature trails are carefully designed to avoid conspicuous intersection with the utility facilities.

“Yippee, we did it. We saved some nature and we have a nice “Nature Park. But look what’s happening. All sorts of people want to move in next door to our nature park. because it’s so natural. It sure is a good thing we built our environmentally friendly water and waste water facilities to sufficient capacity so we can share with these new comers ” the enviropreneurs happily congratulate themselves. “Yikes! But now we may need some more environmentally friendly roads.”

Best of all, the enviropreneurs accomplished all this without government oversight. Everyone's happy. And that’s important, everyone should feel happy and have a positive outlook.

As for the identifiable associations of the flora and fauna within the 1000 acres, the little natural community fragments. They are now somewhere else, maybe. Ha! Everyone’s happy.
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Except me.

Here’s a funny word in addition to enviropreneur; biostitute. Biostitutes have jobs advising the enviropreneurs about how to preserve parts of nothing, virtually. But most of their work is to help make the enviropreneurs feel good and happy about themselves.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

The CB Turns Out for Binocular Astronomy

This evening at 9:08 PM we turned out to look at the planet, Mercury. Pretty cool just after sundown you can see Jupiter, the moon, Saturn, Mars and little shiny Mercury all lined up along the ecliptic, east to west, naturally. Then at around 4:30 AM if it's not cloudy tomorrow morning we can get up or stay up and espy Pluto, Neptune, Uranus (the planet)and Venus going the other way. But the morning group aint quite so easy.

Ray's Thought for the Day - The Sun God Academy

I have been thinking hard for a couple of days about presumptive sun gods and all the trouble they have matriculating and the continuing troubles many of them have had historically after they matriculated. Perhaps all this trouble is due to a lack of schooling. What is needed is a good, on this sphere of this globe academic institution to train sun gods on how to be sun gods. I bet lots of boys want to be sun gods, yet historcially the ranks of potential sun gods have been filled on the basis of a single criteria, breeding. Oh, and the breedette mother of the sun god had to be a virgin, usually.

This is a way to restrictive selection process considering the global population boom. For example, any boy orphan, especially red-headed ones, should automatically qualify to be a presumptive sun god if he wants to be a presumptive sun god. But there now, how's he gonna learn about this career opportunity without a school to go to. That's why we need to start up a Sun God Academy for Boys. At school they could learn all the ins and outs of being a sun god. Then, any that matriculated would have a better shot at being a popular success. A good academy education would put the sun god on a professional level equivalent to civil engineers.

Actually, come to think on it, maybe we better shoot a little higher than the civil engineer level. They only learn enough to believe in intelligent design.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Ray's thought for the Day

Once upon a time a bunch of biologists went down to Del Rio to find out if there were still any ocelots alive in that neck of the woods. Provided with chicken cages, and cameras with motion sensors, all they needed was some chickens. With some difficulty the biologists found a feed store that vended chickens. The biologists felt like they got over charged on the chickens, but what the heck. With some difficulty the biologists loaded the excited chickens into the cages and hoisted those cages up on top of the biologists' great vehicle and tied those cages down good so they wouldn't blow off . Away the biologists and the chickens went to the potential ocelot photography site. Later the biologists had to wash the great vehicle.

The method was to set up the cages near potential ocelot brush habitat, set up the cameras and leave all the stuff out there for several nights running. The ocelots would naturally come over to the cages to visit with the chickens and the remote sensors would espy the ocelots and the cameras would take pictures of the ocelots, thus proving there were some ocelots in that neck of the woods still.

The results indicated that no ocelots got their pictures taken during the research interval. However, a house cat and assorted raccoons did get their pictures taken, thus indicating their presence during the research interval.

From what passes for a daily newspaper in these parts we learned today that Perry announces $125 million program to beef up security and that Texas will be placing hundreds of surveillance cameras in vast stretches of remote crime hot spots along the Texas-Mexico border and post the videos on the Internet as part of a virtual watch program, Gov. Rick Perry said Thursday.

I wonder who will be getting most of the $125 million. The article doesn't say. Anyway, this certainly is a hoot of a program. Can you guess some of the reasons it's a hoot of a program?

Oh, one additional quote; The governor said the state will use an additional $5 million to place the cameras with the voluntary participation of private landowners who will "be able to monitor and defend their property from those who might endanger their families."

Maybe I can get a job monitoring the video tapes. Noper, on second thought, that job would need to go to a virtual video tape monitoring expert with the right political predilections.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Red's pert near recovered

It's a good thing Druids recover fast. Now the hurt leg feels about as good as the other one. Practical Nurse Bill had some crutches, fer me. But alas I sprung the other leg usin' 'em. But a night of repose upon the Ample Bosoms of the Goddess has fixed me right on up. So now I can hobble around as well as ever.

We have a fair shower today so far at the CB which is greatly appreciated by everyone, plus more is on the way, maybe, and that would be appreciated too.

Crumby, Lomo, Hope, Olwen White Track, Ray and Rayetta sneaked in here late last night like a bunch of stray cats. I found 'em on the porch, yowlin' to be let in and fed. Soon as Crumby wakes up, he needs to do a Sedge Buster.

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Yep. We're back. And I learned some stuff from my adventure. But it all touches on the Druidic mysteries, so I won't discuss any of it in this venue in front of the ignorant and vulgar except in code because all those mysteries are secret.

But, I will share these foretellings.

1) Avoid working for the ruling class if you can do that without starving yourself or your loved ones.

2) Arm yourself as best you possibly can to protect yourself against the government and the ruling class which has abandoned you, unless you are them.

Today's Sedge du Jour is Scleria ciliata. The achenes are really hard to get good pictures of. What's interesting about this one is that the achene (the golf ball looking affair)is elevated over a little pedestal on a central pillar. Ye can perhaps espy that in the photo. The little pedestal is called a hypogonium. Those little lateral pillars are actually outgrowths of the achene. They barely grow down long enough to barely touch the pedestal.

Yepper a good picture of that achene was hard. Harder than unscrewing a Chinese light bulb out of the socket once it's burned out, maybe. So we got two pictures today, fer ye. One is a Scleria ciliata achene, to wise ye up on another little wonder, maybe, and the other is a public service alert on the dangers of defective lightbulbs that won't screw out once they're burnt out, and they burn out quicker than average. You may be able to see what happens when you attempt to screw them out. The threaded base comes loose. I have had to unscrew them with pliars after the bulb part separated. This one that's depicted hung together long enough to get it out of the socket. This Potential Safety Topic - environmental hazard is vended by Walgreens stores. The bulbs spell China, on 'em. The package is blue in color and spells 4 Standard Light bulbs. Both the 100 and 75 watt ones are similarly defective and dangerous, Will Robinson!