Greetings, internet surfer. Welcome to my blog. You who wander here, what can you expect? An occasional touch of humor. A bit of a rant on this or that. We like to think of ourselves as being of a progressive bent, the only tea party we espouse is the kind you roll in papers or pack into your pipe or bong.
In spite of our advanced age, 84 this March 20th, we like to think of ourselves as youthful in spirit and technology friendly. Our iMac computer is our lifeline to the world, we use it to troll for news, to write our blog, and the collect illustrations for it, not to mention emailing friends and family and watching video.
We write our blog using Pages, Apple’s crackerjack new word processing application. We use Photoshop to tweak our photographs to their limit. We daily read www.chron.com for its Tech Blog column, and we regularly comb these sites: techmeme.com, thedailybeast.com, the washingtonpost. com, and the nytimes.com to name a few to try and keep ourselves abreast of what’s going on in the world.
Our blog is uploaded Saturday mornings usually around 8 a.m. C.D.T., just before I have my breakfast. It stays up for a week, while I go about collecting stuff for next week’s blog.
What kind of things are you likely to find on this page? A bit of news, though obviously it won’t likely be all that timely. We try to find videos that you might not have encountered. Also photographs. We occasionally have guest commentary, mostly humor, from an occasional outside contributor. The Borowitz Report makes frequent appearances, and Joe of Arizonaland comes to mind as of last week and again this week.
Steve Jobs appeared at an Apple store on iPad launch day, hobnobbing with awestruck customers, or so we read, and we had to include that.
I spent 22 of my working years as a counselor in three children’s camps in New England, and I frequently include my memories from those days, usually trying to prove this point or another from the stories.
But enough of this boring introduction, let us
right into this week’s offering. §
Two Steve Jobs Sightings
A happy Steve Jobs was seen visiting an Apple Store and mingling with the customers the day of the iPad launch. Not pictured were his wife and daughter who were reported to have accompanied him. §
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And now for a word from one of our favorite
political definition creators:
What is Conservatism?
1. Conserving power for the few.
2. Conserving wealth for the few.
3. Conserving and preserving wars and the military industrial complex.
4. Conserving 'traditonal American values' such as racism, intolerance, and elitism.
5. Conserving control of Christianity by fraudulent pseudo-Christians who promote wealth accumulation and gun fanaticism, while suppressing honest Christians who promote a Social Justice that is based on the Biblical views of Jesus.
6. Conserving the power to trash the Constitution by packing the Supreme Court with right wing radicals who pretend that they will protect the Constitution, but then enable the corporate takeover of our nation by ruling that corporations should not only be given rights, but that they should be given rights greater than that of individual citizens and should be allowed them to make unlimited contributions to political campaigns. §
Intercepted in cyberspace: Q:How many members of the U.S.S. Enterprise does it take to change a light bulb?
A:Seven. Scotty has to report to Captain Kirk that the light bulb in the Engineering Section is getting dim, at which point Kirk will send Bones to pronounce the bulb dead (although he'll immediately claim that he's a doctor, not an electrician).
Scotty, after checking around, realizes that they have no more new light bulbs, and complains that he "canna" see in the dark. Kirk will make an emergency stop at the next uncharted planet, Alpha Regula IV, to procure a light bulb from the natives, who, are friendly, but seem to be hiding something.
Kirk, Spock, Bones, Yeoman Rand and two red shirt security officers beam down to the planet, where the two security officers are promptly killed by the natives, and the rest of the landing party is captured.
As something begins to develop between the Captain and Yeoman Rand, Scotty, back in orbit, is attacked by a Klingon destroyer and must warp out of orbit.
Although badly outgunned, he cripples the Klingon and races back to the planet in order to rescue Kirk et. al. who have just saved the natives' from an awful fate and, as a reward, been given all of the light bulbs they can carry.
The new bulb is then inserted and the Enterprise continues on its five year mission. §
At this point in my blog I usually stroll down memory lane back to the days I worked at three of the finer children’s camps in New England. Several weeks ago I began reminiscing about the Teen Camp that I dreamed up while working as associate director of Blueberry Cove, Tenants Harbor, Maine, and was able to run for two or three years, until I began to spin off of the deep end and flip out under the strain.
As I said in the beginning the Teen Camp was conceived to get teenagers in the habit of living comfortably in the woods on platforms which they themselves built, eating meals that they had planned and prepared themselves (taking turns, of course,) and generally getting themselves prepared to go off on trips in a more relaxed manner.
Two weeks ago I told you about our summer’s first trip, Tumbledown Mountain. (Yes, that’s the Maine name for the mountain, as well as the camp name. We had the U.S. Geological map with which to prove it.) Last week I reminisced about our Island trips, which were the second planned trip of the summer.
Moose River, Canoe Trip Extraordinary
This week I would like to tell you about our canoe trip to the Moose River, a really rich trip, which had us beginning and ending on a pond, and in between we even had a mile long portage (carry of the canoe) between Holeb and Attean ponds, much of it along a Canada railways railroad track. Since none of us on staff had ever canoed before, the first time around we sought out a guide for the Moose River canoe trip.
It turned out to be a very exciting trip, one which really put us in really close contact with nature. The cares of the world were left far behind and it was a time for us to completely immerse ourselves in the wilderness experience and in our interaction’s with each other.
When we arrived at Holeb Pond, our starting point, we first off partnered into twos. Campers chose one another, and those who were left over partnered with a counselor. Once we had our partners we packed our gear, plus we divvied up the food supplies which were wrapped in plastic bags between campers and packed them into their respective backpacks. Mostly we cooked in our own messkits, which we also had in our packs. We had one one big pot, useful for making stews, etc. I hooked this pot onto the back of my own pack.
We got to the first pond around noon on the first day. After dividing up in our groups we started out. We traversed the pond until around six in the evening when we found a nice flat area which we make a good first night campsite, and so we pulled our canoes onto the shore and set up camp. The night was clear, with no sign of rain, so we dispensed with setting up tarps and proceeded to dig our campfire site and ring it with stones. This requires care because camp fires have been known to cause fires when care is not taken.
The next morning we started out after breakfast. We were looking for that part which required the one mile portage from Holeb to Attean ponds which would then lead us onto the actual Moose river. We found it around noon and it was around two o’clock that we hit Attean Pond. My partner and I were the first to arrive, and there was just time for a short skinnydip before the others caught up, and we began paddling the pond until we came to the river.
On one of our Moose River canoe trips, one of the campers selecting the menu for the trip had chosen crêpes for the third day’s breakfast meal. It seemed that we had a proper crêpe pan we had picked up for pennies at a local garage sale. It also turned out that this camper was a specialist making this dish back home, and so the rest of the kids on the trip approved of it only if she would take on the cooking duties on that meal. She agreed and assembled the necessary ingredients for one of the breakfasts.
Imagine for a moment the problem of making authentic tasting crêpes in a proper crêpe pan deep in the woods on an open campfire. Crêpes demand an even heat, which is the devil to maintain on any kind of open campfire. I for one was anxious to see how she was going to solve this problem. Well, damned if she didn’t use a frying pan under the crepe pan, which successfully evened the heat situation.
The campers who weren’t cooking picked blueberries which were growing wild around our campsite, and we had the crêpes smothered in blueberries with a little powdered sugar sprinkled on top. It took half the morning, the pan made four crêpes at one time, we were each served two, and since these were hungry teenagers on the third morning of a trip deep in the woods and crêpes are light and fluffy, well you can imagine there was a gnawing hunger lingering after the meal. But out there in those woods those crêpes tasted simply superb. They were a real culinary masterpiece served out in the open air on the third morning of a canoe trip. And not surprisingly, it turned out to be the most memorable trip breakfast I can ever remember experiencing on a trip.
Deep in the Woods
As we canoed the Moose River itself we found ourselves even more deeply in isolation. At one point on the river we got to the part containing the waterfall which was definitely not navigable, and which again required our pulling our canoes ashore and portaging them a short distance around and below the waterfall. This made another logical stopping point, and so after portaging our canoes around the falls we made camp for the night.
In spite of the extreme isolation one year we had no sooner pulled up and portaged our canoes around the falls when we heard an explosion of some significance. We rushed around a bend just in time to watch two men dressed in army fatigues scooping up dead fish floating on the surface of the river. They were men of a new breed of technological fishermen, harvesting the crop of the river by setting off explosive blasts which killed all of the fish in an area. It was an ugly sight representing the height of selfish greed, as it killed not only the edible fish, but also all life in that portion of the river as well.
We had breakfast, and before we started out for the day’s paddle we heard at least two other explosions, each a little further upstream, which meant the gentlemen were killing even more of the life in a substantial portion of the river. But soon we were paddling off away from the blasts and on to the next stage of our trip.
The fourth day of our trip took us back to Holeb Pond, the original pond we had started on. And after a several hour paddle we were back at the place where we had started.
There’s nothing quite like reentering the world of civilization after a five day foray in the wilderness. All of a sudden, after days of isolation during which in addition to your fellow campers, you had only an occasional moose or loon sighting for company, suddenly you find yourself back in the world of gasoline powered vehicles, and soon you are speeding your way back to camp.
For me the strangest return to civilization happened during our Moose River trip of 1974. We came out of the woods on August 8th, and returned to camp only to find out that President Richard M. Nixon was resigning the U. S. Presidency, stepping down at noon the next day. That news was greeted with cheers from our tired group of counselors, and that was certainly the most memorable return to civilization that I had had in my many years as a camp and trip counselor. §
And so another edition of the Little Eddy Blog cruises over the falls and is swept away into cyber oblivion. We will spend the next week perusing here and down loading there, and we might even occasionally think of something clever to write ourselves. On Saturday mornings just before breakfast we upload our blog to Google.
We have sad news to pass along as we shut down this week’s blog. Russell Hoisington, erotica author extraordinaire and creator of the Wynter King series, died on February 16, 2010. Hoisington was a most sensitive and honest author, with a sense of character development which is only matched by that of his friend Wizard, and Hoisington’s Wynter King series remains the classic tale of growing up.
The series consists of five full length novels, Wynter, Wynter & Jimmy, Winter & Cinnamon, Wynter & Hailey, and Wynter & Brinkly and is best read in that order. Hoisington, aware that he might not live to finish the series, evidently wrote a Wynter King Obituary, to give his Wynter fans proper closure. It was posted by his friend Uncle Sky and is available on Russell’s page at storiesonline.net. If you have not yet read his Wynter Kings series, we warmly recommend that you read it in the order as listed above. His page requires registration which is free, and the Wynter Obituary may be accessed here! Goodnight Sweet Prince.
Friends, join us again any old time at all next week to see what mischief we’ll have been up to by then. And until then, remember tea is better smoked than drunk, or so we have heard. Bye bye, be good, and don’t forget come November to vote your real interests. Vote for the party that works for you, the party that spends your tax money on you, not on corporations and the rich. Go Democrats. §