Saturday, September 30, 2023

FIVE SECOND STORIES

The Coolidge Road Madonna


All photos by Ray Holt
A 7 ft fiberglass statue by Jonpaul Smith installed in 2019 in front of a development on Coolidge Rd. North past Meijer.

Two tales about the medieval origin of "clinking" glasses: 

Alcoholic drinks such as rum and whiskey are often referred to as "spirits". In the Middle Ages, some folks thought that evil spirits lived in the alcohol and that they were the reason for weird behavior when they drank. These same people believed that the evil ones hated the sound of bells so in an attempt to neutralize the demons, they'd "clink" glasses together.

Another version dealt with wine, which was often spiked with poison as the sediment concealed it quite well. If a host wanted to prove that the wine wasn't poisoned, he would pour part of the guest's wine into his glass and drink it first. If the guest trusted his host he would just clink glasses when the host offered his glass for a sample. Hence the clinking of glasses has become a sign of trust, honesty and toast to good health.


An early version of Alexa has a rough beginning with a new client.

-Good morning! This is Alexa speaking.

-

-Hello, this is Alexa. Good morning!

-FU

-Is that a request or a statement?

-

-What is your name?

-FU

-Did I hear you correctly, sir, that your name is FU?

-FU

-I will take that as an affirmative, sir. Is someone else there?

-FU

-Is that Mrs FU?

-FU

This goes on for a good hour.


From storm chaser Pecos Hank, a nice primer on thunderstorms, lightning and those systems that produce tornadoes. Great visuals with easy to understand science that explains these phenomena: how things work on this planet.

 

Multiple waterspouts from across the world.

Philippines


Louisiana

 

Perhaps you have seen or heard of Dr. Bronner's soap products. If the name don't come to mind, their labels might.

Yeah, the ones with the wall-to-wall writing on their packaging.


It ain't about ingredients or warnings. Nope, Dr. Bronner is on a mission. From Vox:

"Dr. Bronner’s was founded in 1948 by Emanuel Bronner, a German-Jewish third-generation soapmaker. Emanuel wasn’t a businessman (or a doctor, for that matter). He was an activist who, in the wake of his parents’ deaths in the Holocaust, began using his soap’s label as a, well, soapbox for proselytizing his “All-One!” thoughts and ideas. His philosophy, which he eventually named the “Moral ABC,” comprised a grab bag of religion, spirituality, environmentalism, and self-help, and its peculiarity was matched only by its ambition: peace and harmony on “Spaceship Earth.”

People embraced Dr. Bronner’s with cultish fervor. In 1945, when Emanuel was still a roving preacher with a sudsy side business, a Chicago man crucified himself in the name of Emanuel’s “Peace Plan.” (He was injured, but survived.) Two decades later, the soap that Emanuel used to sell from his Southern California garage was a bohemian cultural icon.

For long-haired hippies who embraced all things “green,” who saw “peace and love” not as utopian abstractions but as a way of life, the all-natural, anti-corporate, and transparently pacifist Dr. Bronner’s was their soap. Emanuel became a minor celebrity in environmentalist and countercultural circles. He spoke widely at peace rallies; befriended Eldridge Cleaver, an early leader of the Black Panther Party; and, in 1971, appeared in the trippy hippie documentary Rainbow Bridge alongside Hawaii-based eccentrics and Jimi Hendrix."

This photo appeared in Mother Jones but was taken some time before. My immediate reaction was to think of this:

I bought the Sal Suds-I wanted an all-purpose cleaner that didn't have a strong fragrance. The jury is still out but initially, it works well without rinsing. 

Out and About memory: One June mid-morning, I was driving in the country on a paved two lane road. Coming around a curve, there were a number of vehicles parked on the shoulder. I slowed and looked to my left in time to witness a wedding taking place in a mowed field. "A true son and daughter of the land" I thought. A couple of large white canopies had been erected for the reception. The day was sunny and warm with probably 50 people attending. What a lovely and memorable start of a marriage.

I was washing the dishes and I saw this guy on the kitchen window:


 

It's Mr. Chinese Praying Mantis!
 

I wonder at what point, the bassoon became a go-to sound to represent whimsy? The theme for "Rumpole of the Bailey" is a good example.

 

Morning on the last day of September


Communication problems:

A new shipping tech for a aircraft parts manufacturer was given instructions by a senior colleague to package some small containers which were oxygen generators. They had been taken off several older jets that had been bought by a discount carrier and were to be shipped to its HQ. The newbie was told that they were "expired" which the newbie interpreted in the paperwork he was to fill out as "oxy containers- "empty". Empty, to him, meant no longer active. Unfortunately, he did not quite know what these containers were used for and it was a rush job. This ignorance had catastrophic consequences. 

The oxygen generators (not containers), provide emergency oxygen to both crew and passengers. They work by igniting chemicals which produce O2 via a firing pin so they are considered highly flammable. Protocol said that they should have been shipped as a hazmat substance to a special facility and certainly not aboard a commercial jet. Instead, thinking they were "empty" they were tossed in a box, covered in bubble wrap, many with their firing pins still active. Protocol demanded that a special block be place to prevent the pins from working. However, none could be found despite repeated notifications to supervisors by the senior employee.

Five boxes containing 144 generators were put in a jet's cargo hold on top of some used tires. Evidently at some point during the flight, one or more of the generators were discharged after being shaken or tipped over. An activated generator creates heat exceeding 500°. When installed on a jet, they are safely shrouded in a heat shield. A fire began which was accelerated by the bubblewrap, causing one of the tires to explode starting a fire in the passenger cabin as well as damaging some flight controls. A thick smoke soon incapacitated the flight crew and the jet plunged into the FL everglades with the loss of 110 souls. 

Had the generators been properly identified on the shipping paperwork that per regulations are signed off by the flight crew, the jet would have never left the ground. Instead, reading "oxy containers-"empty" it is surmised that they thought they were empty medical oxygen tanks.

We were watching vintage commercials from the 70's. One crowed that major appliances were so well made that they could be passed down from one generation to the next. This certainly rides the shirttails of the lonely Maytag repairman who had no business because Maytags didn't break down. It was true-you could pass on your washer or stove to your kids when they got their starter home. The good old days.

More vintage TV commercials from the 1970's

1978 vitamin commercial with an ear worm inducing jingle. What I found interesting is among their lists of attributes: you're an active girl and a smart girl, too. And smart girls take care of themselves. So of course, you want to take this supplement to replace the essential iron you lose every month. I was gobsmacked: a straight forward discussion of menstruation! Well, of course without mentioning the "M" word. Regardless, I am sure in some quarters, calls for smelling salts were issued. This was broadcasted on national TV after all.

Oh man, we remember this commercial from 1979. Her top matches the wall paper. And since it's Country Blend, some yee haw soundtrack is playing in the background. C remembers some relative or neighbor's kid who wanted a kitty who could do the chow, chow, chow. The parents had to gently explain that the chow chow chow was done by film magic. Definitely referencing a Sam Cooke hit from two decades earlier "Everybody Loves to Do the Cha Cha Cha".

In the late 70's, Italian Lambrusco wines staged a major invasion into the American market and soon became the #1 wine import. Opici and Riunite brands were the most popular. The German Blue Nun liebfraumilch wines had arrived a bit earlier. Up to this point, most grocery store wine sections were pretty small: the sweet, syrupy Mogen David; classic chianti in the wickered bottle; Mateus Rose from Portugal; Gallo had a few offerings; cheapo wines such as Mad Dog 20/20, Annie Green Springs, Thunderbird and Boones Farm. 

Opici lambrusco was my first wine love. I was well-known and commented on at the Kroger store I worked that I enjoyed my Opici. 

This ad is a hoot-a send-up of wine snobbery, leading many to fume:  "They're not letting it breathe and adding ice to the glass-Imbéciles!" At least the ad depicts a pretty diverse crowd-an outgrowth from hippie ethos-hell, there are even Eskimos!

Showing the strength of popular memory, the 1957 classic film "12 Angry Men" gets the 1979 Madison Ave. treatment. Changed to "12 Angry Jurors" probably to avoid copyright issues and to nod towards the Feminist movement, the jury includes 2 women. Deadlocked in their vote on a sweltering NYC day, the foreman calls for the bailiff to bring in some Right Guard. One of the women is overjoyed, stuck in a room with a bunch of stinky men. Of course she doesn't stink, in those days women didn't. As my mother used to say: "men and horses sweat, women get dewy".



 

Wednesday, September 27, 2023

HALUSKI CELEBRATES TEN YEARS!

Hello friends! My goodness, where does the time go? I was looking back at some old posts and realized that I had writing the blog for 10 years! The inaugural post was on March 3, 2013 and ran under the Two Guys Talkin' banner. My original premise for the blog was to explore inter-species relationships through the lens of my cat Bin. Of course, what he thought is unknown-it was a means to fold in my personal observations and opinions via Bin's part of the conversation. A precursor years before was a movie review called Mo' Movies beginning in 2001 a la Siskel & Ebert with a German Shepherd named Wagner as my chatting partner. With Bin, I expanded the subjects we talked about and I began writing about our lives with the cats, the garden, the wild critters that we share this patch of land with and a potpourri of other things that I found interesting, humorous and sometimes ribald. Occasionally, I would post some micro-fiction and much rarer, poetry that I had written. TGT ran until July 1, 2021 following Bin's death that June. The blog's name was changed to Halušky, later Haluški. TGT became an fictional publishing company that included Inter-Species Books.

I'd like to thank my readers for their continued interest and support. I hope you have enjoyed reading the blog as much as I had writing it. I look forward to many more years!

So, the very first post:



J-You comfy?
B-Yep.
J-Mind the claws. They're down by the family jewels.
B-At least you STILL have yours!    
J-Oh please, let's not get started on THIS again.
B-BASTARDS TOOK MY KNACKERS!!!
J-Settle down, will you? I am sorry about your knackers. But give it up, bud. They're gone. 
B-bastards.
J-Look, can we get started? And get your snout out of my coffee.
B-Smells good, I sense Irish Coffee Creamer in this morning's cup.
J-That's right but it's not for you. You think everything is for you.
B-Why not? You and Mom are always giving me stuff. How am I to know?
J-Oh, let's not get into the “I'm just a poor kitty-kat” routine.
B-You say “Oh” a lot don't you?
J-What?? Can you get your tail out of my face, I can't see the keyboard.
B-Mmm, can't touch type can you?
J-Not at this time of the morning, no. Will you stop squirming around?
B-Mom makes a nice lap.
J-Sigh, yes she does. Can we get to work?
B-What is up with you humans and the “W” word? More naps and less work and you all would be a lot happier.
J-Thank you O'Bindiwan. How did you want to do this? A more formal exchange? Friendly banter like we are doing now? Simply movie reviews? Or a hodge-podge of reviews, pictures, music from You Tube? Do we want to share personal stuff such as you just did about your long-gone knackers? That's a bit TMI, bud.
B-Shrug-it's the truth and no need to be sarcastic. You're the one who named me. Personally, I like this format. Gives me a forum. And I like the hodge-podge. Gives you a forum. Win-win.    
J-Cool. You gonna watch movies with me? You generally sleep through most of them. 
B-I can catch up while you are at work or when you are sleeping. Besides, when you and Mom watch, you have a fire going and it's soooo nice and cozy. Just perfect for a snooze.   J-Sigh, you know how to use the DVD player as well? And the remotes?
B-Yep.
J-Not too shabby for a walnut brain without opposable thumbs.
B-Oh this again! The brain size and your precious thumbs. Who is doing the telepathy here?
J-CLAWS DUDE!!!
B-Sorry man, but this gets on my nerves.
J-Sorry, just kidding around. I was being ironic. 
B-Ba-lon-ey.
J-Geez, you're sensitive today. The calico giving you grief again?
B-When is the Parisian psychopath NOT giving me grief or a fist to the grill?
J-Sigh. I'm sorry, man. Someday, she'll accept you. How about some pate?
B-You bet! (jumping down) Thought you'd never ask.
J-I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for some pate today.
B-Follow the tail!

 

 

EDITOR"S NOTE

To those who have read the 9/26 post about My Secret Lansing, I incorrectly stated C's title of her piece. The correct title is "Silver Balls in the City". The post has been changed and my apologies to all.

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

MY SECRET LANSING

"My Secret Lansing" was a summer-long writing contest organized by the Lansing Poetry Club open to poets and prose writers in Clinton, Eaton and Ingham counties about a real person, place, event or object in and around the Lansing area. Local poet and president of the Lansing Poetry Club Ruelaine Stokes and former Lansing poet laureate Laura Apol wanted the project "to draw out hidden lives, hidden writers, and hidden local gems — places, people, things".There were 141 entries, 68 of which are published in the "My Secret Lansing" book. 

Roxanne Frith

I am very proud to announce that C was awarded first place in prose for her piece "Silver Balls in the City".

In the late 1970s, Jim Barnes and his partner, Mark, lived with their book-eating basset, Sammy, in a second-floor walkup on Chestnut Street. I had recently left my parents’ barren suburb, and I loved everything about Jim’s old house under old trees — even the outside stairs that were so slippery in winter. I loved that Sammy was still allowed in the house despite his depredations. I loved the Christmas decorations of a few silver balls strewn over a glass pane laid across two cinder blocks. In my parents’ house, Christmas ornaments were hung under my mother’s rigid direction, each strand of tinsel draped, not tossed. For me, the scattered silver balls represented joy, freedom, an openness to beauty everywhere. They meant welcome.

 Jim created communities, mainly through celebrations. Our motley group of students, artists and workers gathered for parties he called Tube Tours (a reference to reefers and perhaps something more … .) We smoked weed and sometimes did mushrooms as Pink Floyd exhorted us crazy diamonds to shine on. I looked at the posters of Patti Smith and David Bowie, tried to read their faraway gazes and poised hands, and wondered what message they might hold for me. The guys would spend days on role-playing games like Consensus or Risk. I was too earnest for games, but would pick up an acid “trip book” — line drawings, lines of insight, the occasional reminder that I could always, if I chose, see the whole thing as a “Cosmic Joke.” Once, Jim passed me as I was staring into space, observed that I had “littleorphanannieeyes.” But his house was a safe place for waifs and strays.

 In the summer I worked alongside Jim at a group home for adults with mental disabilities. Breaking away from the regular staff (aka “House Mothers”), we took the residents kite-flying, organized a new-wave dance. After a visit to the State Fair, a middle-aged resident sketched a field of ovals. “What’s that, Charlie?” asked Jim. “A picture of all the people whose faces you’ve forgotten?” He was sharing, I think, the universal human dread of oblivion.

 In 1981, I left for California and then for Europe. Jim sprouted a lumberjack beard and moved Up North. He grew leaner, changed his name to Moksha and finally disappeared altogether. Remembering him, I see Charlie’s page of faces, filled in and shining like silver ornaments. Each seen, named, valued: as I was. None forgotten.

Jim Moksha Barnes was one of my best friends from a group  of guys from St. Johns who lived together in the Omega Hotel on Sycamore St. in 1973. Part of Tube Tours was the Autumn party during the '70s known as the "hoopla". This came during the period of Gay Liberation and folks of all sorts attended, a potpourri of gender, race and sexual preference. Those were joyous times, sadly and abruptly interrupted by the dawn of the Plague to which Jim succumbed in 1994.


I am quite pleased to announce that I entered the contest and my piece is included in the MSL book. My first published work! (aside from this blog). It was prose entitled "Nip n' Sip and The Summer of Love".

In the summer of 1967, my family was awaiting the return of my older brother from Vietnam. The war was escalating as were the casualties, recounted weekly by Walter Cronkite. We were a small family with just 2 children. Dad had survived combat as a Marine at Guadalcanal so he knew firsthand what his eldest son was experiencing. Although I was only 13, I was aware of the underlying worry and anxiety in the family especially with my Mom. As the return month neared, she was having dreams about taxi cabs coming up our gravel drive. In those days, it was the cabbies who delivered telegrams to rural areas.

On Saturdays, my father would run errands in town. We lived in the country a few miles north of the airport. I would go with him sometimes, to hang out, to get out of the house and give Mom some peace and quiet. As a treat, we would have a late lunch at the Nip N Sip drive-in and listen to Detroit Tiger baseball on the car radio.

Nip N Sip had been a family favorite with coney dogs, the best onion rings in town and root beer served in frosty mugs. There was no inside seating. Ordering was done via kiosks attached to metal poles and the food was brought to you by local girls wearing jeans and you ate in your car.  You could also pick up your food at a drive-through window. It was on the way home, just north of Motor Wheel factory and CW Otto Junior High School on old US 27. The game didn’t begin until 1pm and we both would be starving.

A warm afternoon of salty, greasy, satisfying food with Ernie Harwell giving the play-by-play. The Tigers were becoming a powerhouse in the American League with a roster of soon to be legendary players: Stormin’ Norman Cash, Willie Horton and my fav, Al Kaline. For an hour or so, our minds were relieved of the quiet burden that all service families carry.

The cab never came.

I'd had this tale in my back pocket for sometime and a shorter version appears somewhere in this blog. It is a fond memory.

 

Curiously, the gala for MSL was held at the event center in Old Town called Urban Beat. While I was there, I thought about an infamous watering hole, The Mustang Bar, and wondered, chuckling, if I was bending my arm in the same place. Yep, I was correct!

c. 1970's

The Mustang had a reputation for being a rough establishment back in the day. I reckon it ranked in the top five in Lansing that if you wanted to get knifed, you'd have a pretty good chance of fulfilling your wish at this place.

Monday, September 25, 2023

STRANGE CITY

 

Kowloon Walled City was part of Hong Kong, starting in the 1840's as a fortress. Its evolution is fascinating-visually one part Blade Runner, one part outpost on a distant planet. I wonder if Philip K. Dick and Ridley Scott used Kowloon as inspiration.

Sunday, September 24, 2023

ILLUSTRATIONS BY PAWEL KUCZYNSKI

 



SUNDAY NIGHT MUSIC: LINDA RONSTADT "BLUE BAYOU"


From 1977, a lovely cover of the 1963 hit written by Roy Orbison and Joe Melson. Dreamy, wistful and melancholy song about missing home and your sweetheart.

I feel so bad, I've got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind
On Blue Bayou
 
Saving nickels, saving dimes,
Working 'till the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou
 
I'm going back some day
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where you sleep all day
And the catfish play
On Blue Bayou
 
All those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes,
How happy I'd be
 
Go to see my baby again
And to be with some of my friends
Maybe I'd be happy then
On Blue Bayou
 
I'm going back some day,
Gonna stay on Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
 
Oh, that girl of mine by my side
The silver moon and the evening tide
Oh, some sweet day
Gonna take away
This hurtin' inside
I'll never be blue,
My dreams come true
On Blue Bayou


 

FIVE SECOND STORIES


Mr. Burning Bush grudgingly joins his tribe in turning his leaves red-albeit a token amount. Younger bushes have already turned but as they get older, this happens later. Our Bush is elderly but complies with his culture's rules.

A new challenge for our young squirrels: find the yellowish peanuts in with the yellowish birch leaves that are starting to fall.

It says a lot about an islander and his culture who finds a body on the beach and the crows have already begun pecking. After calling the police, he stands nearby to ward off any crows until they arrive.
 

 

Warm days and cool nights have inspired our 2 year old forsythias to bloom.



The hydrangeas' pink has deepened to a rose color.

Garden bounty 

 

The Bombay Blood or hh blood group is a rare blood phenotype first discovered in Mumbai (then called Bombay). It was discovered in 1952 by Dr Y.M. Bhende. This blood phenotype is mostly found in India, Bangladesh, Pakistan and in some parts of the Middle-East region. The Bombay blood group is a very rare blood group that is usually present in about 0.0004% (about 4 million) of the total human population. Even rarer is is Rh-null. Fewer than 50 people in the world have this blood type.

 

In Faithorn, MI, SE of Iron Mountain near the WI border, a 2 year old toddled off into the woods with her two doggies and disappeared. Later that night, searchers found her-asleep using one dog as a pillow while the other stood guard. Such good boys!

Canadian Geese seem to be everywhere these days-out in harvested or mowed fields having a meal, flying low over trees and houses and their calls are heard frequently. They group up and rotate their buffets, a family reunion of sorts having meals together before some take off for the long flight ahead of them. 

Why do some stay while others leave? Depends on where they were born-if up in Canada, they will migrate south to find open water and grasses then return to nest. Because of warming Winters where bodies of water stay ice-free longer, they are wintering more often in MI. In fact according to the DNR, the goose population continues to increase. And thus, they nest here and as well as those following generations.

Fun goose fact: Iron containing short nerve branches in the upper beak of geese (and other birds) may serve as a magnetometer to measure the vector of the Earth magnetic field (intensity and inclination) and not only as a magnetic compass, which shows the direction of the magnetic field lines.

 

We've begun to see a new cat in our neighborhood-a medium sized black male. I first spotted him spraying the catmint by the mailbox. He tried to trot off but he was holding his right front paw up although he was ok walking. He showed up at the Diner yesterday around suppertime sampling some scraps on the giving stone. (we've posted predator warnings for our customers) He was seen by LT up in the birch who barked out warnings with major tail whipping. Bud was lounging on the pool deck when the cat went under the deck. Almost immediately, Bud smelled him through the spaces between the boards. C went to investigate and picked him up. Evidently, over her shoulder, DHS spotted the Black Kitty and went into combat mode. C remarked that Bud suddenly stiffened and his eyes went intense. She carried him off the deck and of course he immediately sought out the interloper. We held our breath wondering if there was going to be a fight but heard nothing. We went back to supper and Bud joined us on the grass next to the tomato boxes with a clear view of the Diner. The Black Kitty was seen moving up the berm on the other side of the honeysuckle heading West.

Sigh, this could well be a feline trying to expand his territory, something our boy won't appreciate much. We hope there isn't fighting especially at night. But, we also hope The Black Kitty has a home. Stay tuned.

Equinox around the yard





 


DHS on his Eastern Outpost

Sedums have turned

Mr. Honey Locust Tree's children. Production of pods varies year to year.

 

Two Men and a Truck ad with the tagline "we treat your belongings like we treat our grandmas". You gotta wonder how many people when moving grandma to a care facility actually thought Two Men could just toss grandma in the back with her stuff? Beats a plane ticket or having a lengthy drive with her in the back seat kvetching.

 

Curious bit of image repair for Gordo, who is well-known for a career of kitchen savagery towards employees. Incredibly wholesome? You mean the guy who walks up and slams shut your laptop? Oi vey!

It is the rawness of the Blues that white people couldn't handle and the directness of men/women issues that are expressed. Topics involving sex and alcohol caused many (especially the Baptists) heads to simply explode. Keep children away from this music in order to maintain control over them. It got worse for such parents-the music evolved into rock n' roll! Lame efforts to try and sanitize the music by having people like Pat Boone cover Little Richard was laughable and failed.


WELCOME HOME!

 

Click for larger image  All images NASA

This morning, the NASA mission called OSIRIS-REX, which stands for Origins, Spectral Interpretation, Resources Identification and Security-Regolith Explorer touched down in the Utah desert completing a seven year flight.The spacecraft set out to retrieve material from Bennu, a carbon-rich asteroid about 190 feet wider than the height of the Empire State Building. Researchers hope this pristine space dirt will reveal clues about the birth of our solar system and the genesis of life on Earth.

Bennu, a near-Earth asteroid, is currently many millions of miles from our planet. Like other asteroids in the solar system, it is a geological relic of the protoplanetary disk — a swirling mix of gas and dust that eventually coalesced into planets — that surrounded our sun billions of years ago. One theory is that small worlds like Bennu once seeded Earth with the prebiotic ingredients needed to form life. 

NASA ground recovery crews practicing their post-landing retrieval protocols earlier this month.

OSIRIS-REX's journey covered 4 billion miles!

 





Saturday, September 23, 2023

HAPPY EQUINOX!

 

At the equinox, Earth’s axis is perpendicular to the Sun’s rays as the Sun is directly above the equator.

Equinox is as good as any other day to stretch out on a warm afternoon for Mr. White Chin.