Hammer Mill Days

Say, do you remember when we took that bicycle trip up the side of Mt. McKinley? Nope, neither do I. Well, now I'm guessing it never happened. Another false flag operation in brainville. Oh, hello, reader. I'm afraid you've caught me in the midst of an early summer reverie. I don't want to give anyone the impression that I'm going to spend the entire season looking backward, but I will admit that I put my tee-shirt on backwards this morning. Harbinger of things to come? Of course not. Nevertheless, when you've got an abandoned hammer mill full of accumulated junk from more than a decade of habitation, every day is a bit like an archival bin dive. Does that sound like a summer project to you? Well, it does to me ... sort of. I told you about the demo video from 1993 that I've been resuscitating these last couple of weeks. Last weekend I remastered the audio and I'll do some editing over the next few days. My summer report will be about resurrecting o...

The sickening, sickening massacre in Orlando last weekend has had a range of effects on America's national, multi-layered electronic conversation, from some truly inspiring expressions of love, sympathy, and defiance among the survivors to the sorry spectacle my gun-nut Facebook friends setting their hair on fire over the dim possibility of some Congressional action on arm sale restrictions. God, I'm sick of this grisly movie, running over and over again - innocents cut down in large numbers by some psycho bastard with an easily obtainable assault rifle. The graves are not even filled in before AR-15s start flying off the shelves, hastily purchased by paranoid hobbyists who see black helicopters everywhere. One dealer in California, I believe, claimed that while he normally sells 15 of these death machines a day (!), that rose to 15 an hour after Orlando. Bonanza, in more ways than one. Gun enthusiasts always speak to their constitutional rights, but what is this if not a h...