Most of my heros have been thinkers. I liked Roy Rogers, Superman and Batman when I was a child. Batman was the easy favorite because he didn't use a gun and didn't have any special powers. What he did depended on only a well trained mind and body. (and a few gadgets from the utility belt occasionally)
When I got a little older I learned about Einstein, Edison and later a man named Tesla. Albert Einstein and Nikola Tesla held my attention for their feats of intellectuality as I soon realized the Edison was a great innovator more than a great inventor.
Sports figures never really had the appeal of thinkers. A few Chess players and auto racers but those that focused on the body more than the mind did not impress me.
I believe that our evolution is slow to manifest in physical form, but will occur exponentially in the mind. Once certain basic programming has taken place the mind will transform, rewire and recircuit itself much like the regular transformations that occur in computer power.
Remember what it was like doing anything under Windows 95? Imagine what it will be like solving problems with Human Mind 2.0
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thursday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/thursday.mp3
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/wednesday.mp3
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
May 25th is officially Towel Day
Don't forget: May 25th is officially Towel Day. It is a tribute to a mostly harmless author named Douglas Adams.
And don't panic, Just in case you lost yours to a Vogon Haiku we have you covered (!)
And don't panic, Just in case you lost yours to a Vogon Haiku we have you covered (!)
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Thursday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/thursday.mp3
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/wednesday.mp3
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Thursday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/thursday.mp3
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Wednesday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/wednesday.mp3
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Thursday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/thursday.mp3
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Wednesday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/wednesday.mp3
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Thursday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/thursday.mp3
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wednesday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/wednesday.mp3
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Autoasphyxiation
There seems to be a upswing in incidents of children choking themselves for the purpose of getting a quick rush. If your doing it, stop, if you know someone that does it, tell them to stop or tell their parents, the day you hear they died is too late.
Removing the oxygen from your brain causes it to die just a little more each time, and eventually you will be riding the short bus to your feeding and walking classes.
On the other hand if your stupid enough to engage in this practice it is a good indication that the human gene pool will perhaps be better off without your DNA polluting the mix.
Removing the oxygen from your brain causes it to die just a little more each time, and eventually you will be riding the short bus to your feeding and walking classes.
On the other hand if your stupid enough to engage in this practice it is a good indication that the human gene pool will perhaps be better off without your DNA polluting the mix.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
To my fellow peasants.
They already owned you. Now they have made debt slaves of your Children. Next year they will own your Grandchildren. Along with the loss of freedom goes a loss of honor for having let our precious freedom slip away without protest. Bill Fikes
Thursday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/thursday.mp3
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Medal of Honor Winner Ed Freeman
You're a 19 year old kid. You're critically wounded, and dying in the jungle in the Ia Drang Valley , 11-14-1965, LZ X-ray, Vietnam . Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8 - 1, and the enemy fire is so intense, from 100 or 200 yards away, that your own Infantry Commander has ordered the MediVac helicopters to stop coming in.
You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns, and you know you're not getting out. Your family is half-way around the world, 12,000 miles away, and you'll never see them again. As the world starts to fade in and out, you know this is the day. Then, over the machine gun noise, you faintly hear that sound of a helicopter, and you look up to see an un-armed Huey, but it doesn't seem real, because no Medi-Vac markings are on it.
Ed Freeman is coming for you. He's not Medi-Vac, so it's not his job, but he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire, after the Medi-Vacs were ordered not to come. He's coming anyway. And he drops it in, and sits there in the machine gun fire, as they load 2 or 3 of you on board. Then he flies you up and out through the gunfire, to the Doctors and Nurses.
And, he kept coming back.... 13 more times..... And took about 30 of you and your buddies out, who would never have gotten out. Medal of Honor Recipient, Ed Freeman,died last Wednesday at the age of 80, in Boise , ID ......May God rest his soul.....
I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but we sure were told a whole bunch about some Hip-Hop Coward beating the crap out of his "girlfriend."
Medal of Honor Winner Ed Freeman!
On November 14, 1965, Freeman and his unit transported a battalion of American soldiers to the Ia Drang Valley. Later, after arriving back at base, they learned that the soldiers had come under intense fire and had taken heavy casualties. Enemy fire around the landing zones was so heavy that the medical evacuation helicopters refused to enter the area. Freeman and his commander, Major Bruce Crandall, volunteered to fly their unarmed, lightly armored helicopters in support of the embattled troops. Freeman made a total of fourteen trips to the battlefield, bringing in water and ammunition and taking out wounded soldiers.
Freeman was sent home from Vietnam in 1966 and retired from the military the next year. He settled in the Treasure Valley area of Idaho, his wife Barbara's home state, and continued to work as a pilot. He used his helicopter to fight wildfires, perform animal censuses, and herd wild horses for the Department of the Interior until his final retirement in 1991.
Freeman's commanding officer nominated him for the Medal of Honor for his actions at Ia Drang, but not in time to meet a two-year deadline then in place. He was instead awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross. The Medal of Honor nomination was disregarded until 1995, when the two-year deadline was removed. He was formally presented with the medal on July 16, 2001, by President George W. Bush.
Freeman died on August 20, 2008 due to complications from Parkinson's disease. He was buried in the Idaho State Veterans Cemetery in Boise.
In the 2002 film We Were Soldiers, which depicted the Battle of Ia Drang, Freeman was portrayed by Mark McCracken. The post office in Freeman's hometown of McLain, Mississippi, was renamed the "Major Ed W. Freeman Post Office" in March 2009.Freeman's official Medal of Honor citation reads:
- Captain Ed W. Freeman, United States Army, distinguished himself by numerous acts of conspicuous gallantry and extraordinary intrepidity on 14 November 1965 while serving with Company A, 229th Assault Helicopter Battalion, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile). As a flight leader and second in command of a 16-helicopter lift unit, he supported a heavily engaged American infantry battalion at Landing Zone X-Ray in the Ia Drang Valley, Republic of Vietnam. The unit was almost out of ammunition after taking some of the heaviest casualties of the war, fighting off a relentless attack from a highly motivated, heavily armed enemy force. When the infantry commander closed the helicopter landing zone due to intense direct enemy fire, Captain Freeman risked his own life by flying his unarmed helicopter through a gauntlet of enemy fire time after time, delivering critically needed ammunition, water and medical supplies to the besieged battalion. His flights had a direct impact on the battle's outcome by providing the engaged units with timely supplies of ammunition critical to their survival, without which they would almost surely have gone down, with much greater loss of life. After medical evacuation helicopters refused to fly into the area due to intense enemy fire, Captain Freeman flew 14 separate rescue missions, providing life-saving evacuation of an estimated 30 seriously wounded soldiers -- some of whom would not have survived had he not acted. All flights were made into a small emergency landing zone within 100 to 200 meters of the defensive perimeter where heavily committed units were perilously holding off the attacking elements. Captain Freeman's selfless acts of great valor, extraordinary perseverance and intrepidity were far above and beyond the call of duty or mission and set a superb example of leadership and courage for all of his peers. Captain Freeman's extraordinary heroism and devotion to duty are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit and the United States Army.[4]
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wednesday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/wednesday.mp3
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Thursday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/thursday.mp3
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The Sheeple mass
The Sheeple of Wasilla turned out in force this afternoon to wave signs, block traffic to local businesses and listen to like minded Christian Coalition Right Wing Republicans rail against anything and everything Obama. Walking around the crowd with my long hair I felt like a little like a brother at a Clan rally. More than one eyebrow was raise in my direction by Good Ol' Boys wondering what a real life long hair was doing in their midst.
Congressman for All Alaska Don Young stopped by, got out of his SUV, Mounted the flatbed, said a total of about 20 words and left. Inneffectual and insincere as ever.
If anyone had raised their voices in rage against Bush in this manner during his first 90 days in office there would have been a sorrowful bleeting about "giving him a chance" and "He's just cleaning up Clintons Mess!", But these are the Limbaugh Legions that don't need to think about things like that themselves, they have a party leadership to tell them what to believe.
The bailout was engeneered by Bush and his inbred Cousins, it was just executed by Obama acting on behalf of the puppetmasters. And now we have a thound plus puppets out in the crisp spring Wasilla air dancing on their strings and reciting the party lines back and forth to each other.
Wednesday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/wednesday.mp3
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Thursday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/thursday.mp3
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Thursday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Wednesday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/wednesday.mp3
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Wednesday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Monday, April 06, 2009
Monday Music
http://www.webmusher.com/radio/monday.mp3
Monday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Monday Music collection compiled by me for my own amusement.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Friday, April 03, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Facebook and the great social experiment
Facebook had a wonderful little social interaction site going and suddenly something happened. Someone decided that what they had needed to be changed and the managed to piss off the overwhelming majority of their members. I was really starting to like what they had going, and now, after just a short time with their new format I'm bailing out and going back to my blogs and websites and things that make me some money, not things that make Farcebroke money.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
To those that have come after me
I would like to let those born in the last 20 or 30 years know just how much life has changed.
When I was a child Elvis was topping the charts and Sinatra was still the real king. I would have nightmares about Atom Bombs in the closet, not because I was a paranoid little wussy, but because when I started school they showed me movies about how Yertle the Turtle could survive an attack that was coming any day from the evil Reds. It could be the Russian Reds or the Chinese Reds but some Reds were going to Atom Bomb us soon and we had to practice curling up in the fetal position under our desks.
I remember how when the Russians put missiles in Cuba it seemed like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the big war to start. When it didn't everyone sighed and life went back to normal, then the breath was sucked out of the entire country when the President was shot in the head. A few Months before the assassination in Dallas a friend of my Fathers took him and my Mother out to his desert ranch and showed them his Barn. It was full of rifles, hand grenades, ammunition and other implements of destruction. Dad's friend invited him to join him and his friends and move the cache of weapons into Mexico and then on to Cuba. I'm glad Dad decided not to join the CIA that night.
When I was a child there were several distinct types of music. There was real music, the Mozart type stuff that taken quite seriously, and there was Country and Popular Music, which were less serious but still far above Rock and Roll. There was Folk, Jazz and Blues, but they were for a different sort of people. Then Rock and Roll started to change, to become something more then just kids music. The kids started to grow up and the music grew up with them. Today it is common for someone to write a song and it becomes an event, a cult, a rage, a video, a movie, a movement, an anthem and then fades into classic status. When I was a child perhaps a few Folk songs that had some sort of power to motivate and cause actual change, but somewhere in the 1960's music became a powerful force for actual social and political power.
And the Powerful saw that and did everything they could to stop it. Elvis and Pat Boone were safe, because they didn't poke at the Lions, but the Byrds, Animals, Stones and Beatles were starting to make music that made people think about more than girls and cars. And when people started to think things started to change fast. People started questioning the Government, not just complaining about it, but actually questioning, and demanding answers. They didn't get the answers of course, but they no longer believed that Uncle Sam was always the benificent guardian of their own best interests and only Commies questioned their motives.
We had a big Bakelite Telephone. The handset was big enough to hammer nails or knock a man out. Sometimes the sound would start to get a little scratchy and you had to rap the mouth piece on the desk to loosen up the charcoal in the microphone. And when you picked up the phone you would first listen for a few seconds to see if any of your neighbers that shared the telephone line were listening. My first portable radio was about the size of my head, a few years later I got one that was almost small enough to fit in my shirt pocket. It was AM, the only ones that listened to FM were those Jazz and Classical people, and AM was just fine for Country music and carried a lot farther.
Pretty much everyone where we lived didn't bother to lock their doors, and the occasional killing was usually either a crazy drunk or a crazier "lone nut". We didn't worry about "Gangs" unless were were driving the Southern California highways and a few hundred Harly Davidsons would roll by us. The only real fear we lived with was the ever present Red Scare waiting for us to blink so they could Nuke us in our sleep.
I blame the Jazz music crowd for ruining our paranoid Eden. They were the Hop Heads, the Reefer smokers, something in the evil weed they smoked made the lies they were told sound like lies. Then the serious damage came from Albert Hoffman and his LSD, it made people see just how complete the illusion we were being fed was, how tragic and irrational the bullshit of our supposed leaders was and how burdoned they had been with religion and politics.
Life has a far richer texture and depth for you then it did for the last few generations, you know and understand more because you are starting from a level of understanding that was not understood by your parents and grandparents. There were a few with that understanding, but they were an extreme few and peer pressure usually kept them silent or outcast.
Al Kaida has replaced the Reds, and the evil men in power have only become more powerful and more evil, but they no longer can hide in plain sight their evils, and you know that there are more important concerns then Al Kaida and Commies. You have been given a World on the edge of ruin, but you have also been given the wisdom and understanding to take it away from those that have pushed it into ruin and hopefully bring it back from the edge.
When I was a child Elvis was topping the charts and Sinatra was still the real king. I would have nightmares about Atom Bombs in the closet, not because I was a paranoid little wussy, but because when I started school they showed me movies about how Yertle the Turtle could survive an attack that was coming any day from the evil Reds. It could be the Russian Reds or the Chinese Reds but some Reds were going to Atom Bomb us soon and we had to practice curling up in the fetal position under our desks.
I remember how when the Russians put missiles in Cuba it seemed like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the big war to start. When it didn't everyone sighed and life went back to normal, then the breath was sucked out of the entire country when the President was shot in the head. A few Months before the assassination in Dallas a friend of my Fathers took him and my Mother out to his desert ranch and showed them his Barn. It was full of rifles, hand grenades, ammunition and other implements of destruction. Dad's friend invited him to join him and his friends and move the cache of weapons into Mexico and then on to Cuba. I'm glad Dad decided not to join the CIA that night.
When I was a child there were several distinct types of music. There was real music, the Mozart type stuff that taken quite seriously, and there was Country and Popular Music, which were less serious but still far above Rock and Roll. There was Folk, Jazz and Blues, but they were for a different sort of people. Then Rock and Roll started to change, to become something more then just kids music. The kids started to grow up and the music grew up with them. Today it is common for someone to write a song and it becomes an event, a cult, a rage, a video, a movie, a movement, an anthem and then fades into classic status. When I was a child perhaps a few Folk songs that had some sort of power to motivate and cause actual change, but somewhere in the 1960's music became a powerful force for actual social and political power.
And the Powerful saw that and did everything they could to stop it. Elvis and Pat Boone were safe, because they didn't poke at the Lions, but the Byrds, Animals, Stones and Beatles were starting to make music that made people think about more than girls and cars. And when people started to think things started to change fast. People started questioning the Government, not just complaining about it, but actually questioning, and demanding answers. They didn't get the answers of course, but they no longer believed that Uncle Sam was always the benificent guardian of their own best interests and only Commies questioned their motives.
We had a big Bakelite Telephone. The handset was big enough to hammer nails or knock a man out. Sometimes the sound would start to get a little scratchy and you had to rap the mouth piece on the desk to loosen up the charcoal in the microphone. And when you picked up the phone you would first listen for a few seconds to see if any of your neighbers that shared the telephone line were listening. My first portable radio was about the size of my head, a few years later I got one that was almost small enough to fit in my shirt pocket. It was AM, the only ones that listened to FM were those Jazz and Classical people, and AM was just fine for Country music and carried a lot farther.
Pretty much everyone where we lived didn't bother to lock their doors, and the occasional killing was usually either a crazy drunk or a crazier "lone nut". We didn't worry about "Gangs" unless were were driving the Southern California highways and a few hundred Harly Davidsons would roll by us. The only real fear we lived with was the ever present Red Scare waiting for us to blink so they could Nuke us in our sleep.
I blame the Jazz music crowd for ruining our paranoid Eden. They were the Hop Heads, the Reefer smokers, something in the evil weed they smoked made the lies they were told sound like lies. Then the serious damage came from Albert Hoffman and his LSD, it made people see just how complete the illusion we were being fed was, how tragic and irrational the bullshit of our supposed leaders was and how burdoned they had been with religion and politics.
Life has a far richer texture and depth for you then it did for the last few generations, you know and understand more because you are starting from a level of understanding that was not understood by your parents and grandparents. There were a few with that understanding, but they were an extreme few and peer pressure usually kept them silent or outcast.
Al Kaida has replaced the Reds, and the evil men in power have only become more powerful and more evil, but they no longer can hide in plain sight their evils, and you know that there are more important concerns then Al Kaida and Commies. You have been given a World on the edge of ruin, but you have also been given the wisdom and understanding to take it away from those that have pushed it into ruin and hopefully bring it back from the edge.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
2009 Copper Basin 300 Pics
My Sister Helen was out braving the cold and covering the Copper Basin 300, you can see some of her pictures from the trail here...
http://picasaweb.google.com/NorthernLightMedia/2009CopperBasin300#
http://picasaweb.google.com/NorthernLightMedia/2009CopperBasin300#
Monday, January 12, 2009
Another year gone by
It is January again. My 52nd or 53rd, I stopped counting. The year gone by was the worst I have had so far. I lost my Mother. Mom was the center around which my planet orbited. I think all my siblings felt much the same, and the loss of our collective gravitational center has effected us all greatly. We don't see each other nearly as much as we did before. Most of our meetings in the last few years were at Mom's, but now I don't go there much. Dad and I never have had very much to discuss, and a few minutes together has us both looking at TV or looking for an excuse to find something else to do.
Sometimes I feel I should make more effort to have a relationship with him, but then I think that it was on him to develop a relationship with me in the last 50 some years. Until I got in trouble or joined the Army he was just the guy that came home late from the office, stayed in the bathroom for hours with a book and drove the car when we went somewhere and then he would drive us there and read a book while the rest of did what ever we had gone there to do.
Now a large screen TV has replaced his books, but the distance is still the same.
Sometimes I feel I should make more effort to have a relationship with him, but then I think that it was on him to develop a relationship with me in the last 50 some years. Until I got in trouble or joined the Army he was just the guy that came home late from the office, stayed in the bathroom for hours with a book and drove the car when we went somewhere and then he would drive us there and read a book while the rest of did what ever we had gone there to do.
Now a large screen TV has replaced his books, but the distance is still the same.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Listen to the starsQuadrantid Meteors
When a Quadrantid (pronounced KWA-dran-tid) meteor passes over the Air Force Space Surveillance Radar facility there is an echo.
Listen to live audio from the radar at http://wowzaweb.streamguys.com/~spaceweather
I'm using this to see when to go out with my digital camera and try to shoot some.
Bill in Meadow Lakes, Alaska -26°F Current: Clear Wind: N at 2 mph Humidity: 41%
Listen to live audio from the radar at http://wowzaweb.streamguys.com/~spaceweather
I'm using this to see when to go out with my digital camera and try to shoot some.
Bill in Meadow Lakes, Alaska -26°F Current: Clear Wind: N at 2 mph Humidity: 41%
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