Wednesday, February 13, 2013

A Peek at the Peaks

Today the Kadizzlites went separate directions.  The Commander took off with the Canadians on an all day hike through the Superstition Mountains.  Kadizzle took his longest ride yet to the Four Peaks. That is the peaks in the background of the motorcycle.  Last year we got to the top from the other side. Cissie and Rodger just about made it to the very top.  500ft short they was just no way to go higher.

On today's ride Kadizzle hauled the Yamaha to withing twenty miles of the mountain top.  From there it was a long ride.  Almost to the top the road began to have some steep patches covered with snow.   Prudently Kadizzle had to turn back.  Shortly after he started back three young guys on dirt bikes passed him on the way.  Kadizzle stopped and shut of his cycle to see if he could hear the youngsters get through the snow.  While waiting the sheriff came down the mountain.  Kadizzle asked him if the cyclist made it all the way.  The sheriff said one took a pretty good spill in the snow, but was unhurt.  They made it, but paid the price.  Kadizzle is to old to go down in the snow and fight gravity picking up the cycle.  

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Cold Feet may produce new Ten Commandments

Kadizzle does not recall the exact story of how Moses got the Ten Commandments.  Memory says he went up on a mountain and encountered a burning bush.  Kadizzle is pretty sure about the burning bush, but not the going up the mountain.

Today the Kadizzlites will go up the same mountain they have already conquered about five times this year.  Climbing the mountain is relatively simple compared to getting to the mountain. The path to the mountain is right below the Stewart Dam.  One must cross the river to begin the hike.  The river might be from six inches deep to three feet deep depending on how much water the dam is releasing.  So after we go past the palm trees and through the thickest reed bed you have ever seen that is twenty feet tall we must change into water shoes and wade the river.  Today the river will be very cold since it was down to 32 last night.  Then there is the bonus of the slippery rocks.  On the way back the water is more of a delight for hot feet.

If we do not find tablets, we may at least see some big horn sheep.  Since there has been rain in the last couple days we may get to see some very nice water features with running water.  The coolness should keep the rattlesnakes in their dens.

If we do get tablets what would the update be.  Kadizzle hopes God will clarify at least ten things.  God might address gun ownership.  God could update us on income disparity, and of course if he clarified Global Warming it would be great.  We could really use an update from God.  If God would send word about which is the correct religion it would be terrific.  So at about 11 we will be seeking knowledge from above.  Being about at the top of the mountain we should get a better connection to God's WiFi. 

Monday, February 11, 2013

Does Size Matter?

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In the current era The Kadizzles spend about half their life either on a sailboat or in our camper. Both have a lot in common. Everyone who has ever been involved with either knows there is a magic dilemma. If you get a larger camper, or sailboat you have more room and more creature comforts, but at the same time you create a proportional number of problems.

With both boats and campers the bigger they are the harder they are to maneuver. A small boat or camper will allow you to go places a big one will not. The maintenance head aches multiply exponentially with size. You can take a little camper or boat home and work on it. As your boat or camper gets bigger and you have more invested, you feel compelled to use it.

If your boat is the right size you can put it on a trailer and pick an entire new body of water. That is not practical with a large boat. Small means you can avoid the crowds, and small means you can exist independent of electricity and running water. Small means flexibility.

Like houses, once you get so big with your recreational vehicle you ask, “Now that I have all this room, what shall I do with it?”. One natural tendency is to jam everything you can think of into the big moma. That is why you see some RV's with three flat screen TV's, an outdoor grill, and every imaginable toy. It is not unusual to see a large RV pulling a large trailer. A recent dinger we ran into had a trailer behind his humongous Heffalump. In side the trailer he had room for a full size power boat, a Harley, and a professional drum set with speakers.

The poor fellow with his $500k set up ran out of his time at our campground, and the host told him he had to leave. He pleaded saying he could not “afford” to go anywhere else, and there was no place that had room for his massive collection of crap. Eventually the park police had to explain to him that his toy fatness was his problem and not the Tonto National Forest's problem. Toy chubby grumbled and left.

On the other end of the extreme of course are the people living in their car. They get the best milage for Rving, but they have to unload the car to sleep.

The teardrop camper is a unique little solution to the who travel mess. Basically you pull a doouble bed and a portable kitchen. Everything is enclosed.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Who defeated Napoleon at Waterloo?

There happens to be a town in North Dakota called Napoleon.  The people there are either total idiots, or very clever.  Years ago when Lord Kadizzle was employed at a power plant he was giving a group of students from Napoleon a power plant tour.  As the students looked over the huge scale model of the power plant Kadizzled annouced to the students.  "I will give a prize to the person who can tell me who defeated Napoleon at Waterloo".  Immediately one student replied, "Napoleon doesn't play Waterloo".   Now this was either a very clever funny comment, or the student was a complete idiot regarding history. 

Yesterday Kadizzled was wandering an art show in Gold Canyon, AZ.   Kadizzled overheard an elderly gentleman mention he was from North Dakota.  Kadizzled engaged the man in conversation and found out he was from Napoleon.  Kadizzled told the old man about the incident with the student at the power plant.  After relating the story to the man Kadizzled thought the man got the humorous part of the story, but the man asked " What sport was it, basketball or football?". 

Now the question arises, are the people in Napoleon so ignorant they have no clue that the Duke of Wellington defeated Napoleon, or do they get this question so often they each have a clever answer?  No offense to the people of Napoleon, but my guess is they have no idea of what Waterloo was.  I hope I am wrong, and if anyone from Napoleon can clear this up, let me know.

I am already in great trouble with the people from Hoople, North Dakota.  I have become found of the term Hooplehad and use it often in a derogatory way.  The HBO series Deadwood made the term popular.  The people in Hoople are not happy about it.  Now all I need to do is piss off all the people in Napoleon.

Friday, February 08, 2013

The Magic water hole

The Commander and Kadizzle have been hiking the same trail in the Superstition Mountains for years.  Along the trail is an Indian site.  One things Indians need as much as anyone else is water.  It always puzzled Kadizzle where they were getting water. The streams run sometimes, but there are  a lot of dry times.

Today The Commander insisted we take an off trail exploration hike.  The goal was to find some interesting artifacts.  That goal was not reached, but the Kadizzilites decided to take a wild route back.  As the Kadizzilites walked down a canyon they came across the pool pictured above.  Unless you came upon the pool from the exact correct direction, you would never find it.  The pool was amazing.  It appeared a little spring fed it all the time.  Other times water might gush into it. 

The most unique thing about the pool was the depth. It appeared to be perhaps 20 feet deep.  It could have held as much as 15 or 20 thousand gallons of water.   If water came in even at a trickle to keep the water somewhat fresh, it would get the local Indians through some tough times.  We have hiked withing 300feet of the pool many times, so have thousands of people, but it is doubtful more than a handful have ever seen it.  You could jump from twenty feet up into the pool on a warm day.  It would be so refreshing.

When my Morning Comes

Someday we all have to go south, meet our maker, bite the dust, or be drawn up to Jesus.  The Commander and Lord Kadizzle always kid each other on the trail when we take pictures.  Kadizzle always instructs The Commander " Get a picture for the funeral album" .   In addition to pictures for a good funeral you need some good music.

In his mind Kadizzle is always picking out funeral music.  A recent find is Iris Dement's song " When my Morning Comes".    The Commander speculates she is singing about conquering a drug problem, but Kadizzle thinks the words are about moving on to the next world.  Here are the lyrics.  Find the song on the internet and enjoy it.

When my mornin' comes around, no one else will be there
so I won't have to worry about what I'm supposed to say
and I alone will know that I climbed that great big mountain
and that's all that will matter when my mornin' comes around

When my mornin' comes around, I will look back on this valley
at these sidewalks and alleys where I lingered for so long
and this place where I now live will burn to ash and cinder
like some ghost I won't remember
When my mornin' comes around

When my mornin' comes around, from a new cup I'll be drinking
and for once I won't be thinking that there's something wrong with me
and I'll wake up and find that my faults have been forgiven
and that's when I'll start living
When my mornin' comes around

In the Heart of the Sea

Last night Kadizzle finished reading "In the Heart of the Sea".    The book chronicled the sinking of the ship Essex.  A whale struck the ship in the worst possible place in the Pacific.  Moby Dick was based on this incident.  Of the 17 people on the ship about 7 survived by resorting to cannibalism.

Most whaling ships had some black sailors.  A strange aspect of the social order on the ship was that if you really wanted someone to pray and get some results it was the black man you asked to lead prayers.  On the other hand blacks got paid poorly and were usually the first to be eaten when times got tough.  It may not have been a racial thing.  Black people have less body fat than white people so often they die more quickly in a starvation situation.

If Kadizzle with his abundant fat were in the small whaling boat with six other men it could go either way.  The nice store of fat might get him to Chile, or it might look like a wedding cake to the other starving whalers.

The book is an amazing story of survival and what humans can endure.  Kadizzle wants to start a book club like Oprah,  so this is the first book on the recommended list.

Thursday, February 07, 2013

Moving up on the hill

Today we packed the Earth Module and moved to Usery Park about five miles away.  Now we have all the amenities, city water plumbed in, electricity, and hot showers.   Life is good.  Of course now we have television with the three  major channels, plus a dozen crooked preachers robbing old ladies in Spanish and English. 

Jasper Little bottom is in love with the TV.   You just cannot go wrong when Jasper watches cooking shows.

His lordship did an adventure ride to find a new road in the mountains.  After many miles the road finally showed up.  It was extremely steep and rugged.  Better judgement did not prevail and Kadizzle tested his dirt bike skills.  The cycle in the picture is at the top of the incline.  The ride down was just as difficult as the ride up.  Would not have been good to have the cycle fall over on Kadizzle in the middle of no where.

The Commander took a ride with our Canadian friends along a canal toward Mesa.   We are hoping the famous designer Cheech from New York City will come down with Dead Eys Sam. 

Wednesday, February 06, 2013

The Nature of the Earth Module

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The Earth Module headed South from Denver on January 16, Since then The Commander and Lord Kadizzle have been housed in a space about 8' X 21'. The Earth Module can sustain itself in the wilderness under extreme conditions for perhaps a month with careful management.

The module has two 20 gal propane tanks which will easily provide heat, cooking, hot water, and refrigeration, for a month. The module holds forty gallons of fresh water, and another twelve can be carried in the truck. The generator has available about eight gallons of fuel which would provide enough electricity to last a month if used intelligently.

Since the Earth Module was built in Canada it is insulated well and maintains heat better then most of the units of it's type. One of the nicest blessing for the module are the windows. There are plenty well placed and insulated. The bedroom in the rear is surrounded by large windows and it is a real pleasure to wake up surrounded by a spectacular view.

The most important aspect of the module is the shower. A good shower is a moral booster that is hard to beat. The module has a nice shower made from fiberglass with no seams. A decent shower takes about 1.5 gallons of water. There is a shower on the outside of the module but it has only been used once.

The refrigeration has a freezer and ice can be made to keep hiking water cold. Food supply has to be carefully managed for extended dry camping in the wilderness.

Getting into the back country requires an RV with high clearance and a degree of ruggedness. Many cheap RV's would shake the cabinets right off the walls on a pot holed gravel road. Smallness has it's virtues. The Earth Module is small enough that it can get into many places other campers dare not enter.

One thing the Earth Module does not have is solar power. It would be a nice addition and eleminate the noise of the generator. However, solar power would take very careful management of electricity. It may be in the future since it could be taken back and forth to the sailboat. One nice thing about the Earth Module is that so much of the supplies can be transferred to the boat.

With a wifi hotspot on the phone the Earth Module generally has internet access. Every morning the Kadizzlites get up to date sitting in bed, and then the day begins.

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

A Hefalump with a Scare Light

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In our RV neighborhood things change rapidly. It is not unusual to wake up with a different set of neighbors. Traveling for the last ten years we have met a lot of wonderful people. On the other hand there are always some real dingers that move in and drive everyone nuts. A big part of the outdoor experience is the peace and quite.

Last night the new neighbor left on his “Scare Light” all night. One great pleasure in the wilderness is the complete darkness and the view of the stars, then a dinger moves in with his own portable street light. How do you deal with dingers? When Kadizzle gets the chance today he will say to the dinger “ You must have forgotten and left your light on all night”. Since the dinger was collecting solar power during the day there should be a way to explain to him that it gets you no where if you collect power then piss it away scaring away the boogy man.

The noise offenders are the worst. There is nothing worse than some simple minded dinger that has to run a generator all day. The Kadizzles must make a confession. We have a generator. We try to use it as little as possible and do everything to keep it silent. However, The Kadizzles have seen dingers with huge Hefalump Motorhomes go off and leave their generator run all day. Must be to keep the air conditioning on. A few days back the mother of all dingers pulled into our area with a huge trailer behind his huge Hefalump. In the trailer he had a professional drum set and large speakers. With no regard for humanity he opened the trailer door turned up the speakers and blew the eardrums out of everyone. Thank ya Jesus he left.

Strangely a lot of people's idea of an outdoor adventure is to go to a nice place turn on their generator and watch television in the great outdoors. The RV population can be divided into three pretty broad groups. The purist have solar energy, do a lot of walking, biking and hiking, and usually are into birding. The purist never have the giant Hefalump RV's.

In the middle are the blenders with moderate size RV's and a blend of the good, the bad, and the ugly. The Kadizzles lean toward the purist, but in reality are in the middle.

On the extreme are the gaint Hefalump guys. The more crap they can take with them the happier they are. Some pull a trailer and a jeep behind them. They love buttons. If they can push a button and open a door, aim their antenna, or let an awning go out they are in heaven. You know you are dealing with the ultimate dinger when you see them with the TV pulled out on the side of the Hefalump and are watching TV. The Hefalump drivers love to polish. It is not unusual for a Hefalump guy to immediately start polishing when he gets out. The Hefalumpl guys always have a surprise in their trailer. Sometimes it is a huge Harley, a big ATV, or best of all some shiny sports car.

On the bottom of the universe and perhaps the happiest are the bum walkers that are simply tent camping or making it through life on a bike. The people taking it simple and slow probably soak up everything the Hefalump guys missed because they could not get ten feet from some wheels.


Monday, February 04, 2013

Life on the Salt River

A short while ago much to our discontent Ax Handle pulled up.   It looked like he was going to park to close for comfort so Lord Kadizzle told him his RV was messing up the WiFi.  It must have worked Ax Handle left. He came back, but put some distance between us.

The Commander and Lord Kadizzle mounted up the Yamaha with hiking gear and took of for the Goldfields.  We hiked about three miles and come across a spot where mountian lions apparently have been doing their kitty litter act.

A strange coincidence occurred as we walked back to the motorcycle.  The Kadizzles were discussing what they should do if they needed to stay some where for a short time between the scheduled nights we had.  We recalled an old friend who we met in previous years.  We had not seen him for about two years, but were discussing the merits of asking him if we could park our camper at his home.

Now, here were are on a very remote road in the absolute middle of nowhere, and two guys come peddling by on off road bikes.  Low and behold it is the guy we had just spoken of five minutes earlier. We yelled and he stopped, and without even asking offered to let us park our camper at his house.  Strange world.

Saturday, February 02, 2013

The most evil Kaneval.

The Commander was seen flying over jumps and doing flips on her dirt bike yesterday.  Got some good pictures of wild horses and close to a coyote.  This morning a bald eagle was fishing by the river. 

Friday, February 01, 2013

Axe Handle needed some spices

People get to know each other quickly in campgrounds.  For the last couple years at the Goldfield Campground there was one lone camper known as Axe Handle.  Mr. Handle had a reputation for carrying around an axe handle to resolve any disputes that might arise.  The story was someone came into the campground with a motorcycle and annoyed Ax Handle.  Mr. Handle went after the man on the motorcycle with the axe handle and some how or other law enforcement got involved.

As Kadizzle was talking to another camper the other day Ax Handle walked up.  He looked familiar, but Kadizzle could not quite place him.  Kadizzle knew he had seen him before.  Axhandle was in search of thyme to season his chicken.  Axe did not find any at the first door and he asked me if we had any.  I sent him to see Mrs. Kadizzle and told him to let me know when the chicken was ready.  Handle told me there was only enough for him.  Good move on his part.  Anyway, shortly there after Kadizzle confirmed it was indeed Ax Handle.  Ax Handle hikes with his weapon.  Now one could make a pretty good bet Mr. Handle has some mental issues.  All things considered he is probably harmless and when he takes his medication a fine friendly guy.  Why not let those who wander around in fear carry ax handles.  For the mentally ill this would be a great alternative to giving them guns. 

Thursday, January 31, 2013

A ride in the Goldfied Mountains

Yesterday The Commander took off for a hike in the Superstition Mountains with our Canadian friends.  Old Lord Kadizzle unlocked the gate to the special road reserved for off road vehicles and drove into the Goldfield mountains.  The Tonto National Forest has a nice set up.  You can get a free pass that allows you to use the roads.  Since the access is controlled it keeps the gun dingers down that like to go into the wilderness and shoot old televisions and propane tanks. The area is very pristine.   Try as he might to be very careful and courteous around the horses using the road Kadizzle had a fau pau.  One section of the road crosses a dry stream bed full of gravel.  To cross takes a downshift and some power on the cycle.  Normally you can see the horses ahead on the road and shut off the engine, or move by very quietly,  but as luck would have it horse back riders were coming down the was just as Kadizzled gunned the engine to cross.   It spooked the horses and Kadizzle felt bad about it.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Car bums

All bums are not created equal.  Some are not really bums in the traditional sense.  As the Kadizzlites move about in the Earth Module one could even say we are bums of a different sort.

At our current location a series of bums have come and gone.  Car bums live primarily in their car.  The first car bum lived in an entirely unsuitable car for being a car bum. It was an old sports car of sorts.  Mr. Bumly had to take everything out of the car to find a place to sleep.  Another transient had a very small pickup with a homemade camper on the back.  His camper had a unique little pop up roof. This bum could pop his head out of the top of his camper like a prairie dog and look around.

Last night a heavily laden old VW bug came in with a younger couple.  They may just be traveling across country, and do not fit the bum profile well.  However, they set up their tent under the shelter and spent the night.

Living in a  neighborhood where everyone has wheels results in a lot more observation of your neighbors than normal. It is not unusual to wake up and find you lost neighbors, or gained some.  The Sheriff comes by every day, and is making his rounds right now.  Where else does the Sheriff drop off fresh grapefruit and oranges?

Monday, January 28, 2013

Water torture

It is not supposed to rain in the desert, but here we sit on about day four of on and off rain.  The Commander treats any minor leak in our camper like a rattlesnake is lose.  In the middle of the night Kadizzle woke up and heard a single drip of water that sounded like a large drip, drip, drip.  The drip was very rhythmic.

Kadizzle did not want to wake the commander because he knew she would shoot out of bed like the camper was on fire.  The Kadizzle tried to figure out where the leak was coming from.  It sounded like it was hitting a hard surface.  Soon the leak quit.  Then the revelation struck.  The sound was actually an entirely new snore invented by The Commander.  Somehow on inhaling and exhaling she was able to make this little clap sound that sounded like a drip.  Avoinding the middle of the night leak fire drill was good news.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Why is the FBI doing survallaince on Kadizzle?

After the Earth Module pulled into  Cottonwood and we got settled the crew went to my sisters house and logged into their internet.  As the choices came up for selecting a wifi network Kadizzle noticed one choice was "Blue FBI surveillance Van 2".  The immediate reaction was that the brother in law was just pulling a joke since he has a blue van.  Brother in law said he knew nothing about it and seemed to be telling the truth.

Kadizzle's reaction was that this was just a joke someone was pulling, and the FBI would surely be smarter than to identify their network.  Now, for the strange part.  The Earth Module pulled up roots in Cottonwood and moved to a campground on the Salt River.  Again Kadizzle set up the wifi, and lo and behold there it was again.  This time the wifi network was just identified as "FBI surveillance".  Unless they are hiding in the woods,  it has to be a guy in a blue truck close to us.  There is no one else close enough.   If it stops raining and Kadizzle sees the guy he will ask him what he calls his network.  There is one other possibility.  This is a common joke people pull.  If anyone has seen this please let Kadizzle know.   Kadizzle will do a search and see if this is an urban legend sort of joke.

As suspected,  this is a common gag.  The strange thing is running into two places so quickly with the same sort of joker.  The old guy in the blue truck does not seem like the sort to even have wifi, more or less name his network something goofy, but Kadizzle will have to investigate and find our.  Now, Kadizzle has the brilliant idea to name our network  KGB, this should bring em in. 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

High Tech at the long drop, or The Morning Shot

First, what is a long drop. For those who do not know a long drop is the hole the servants dig when South Africans go camping.  The hole serves as a toilet.  Once I met a South African and somehow this came up in the conversation.  He was explaining how they camped.

Sitting in Usery Park north of Mesa the normal procedure is a trip to the long drop in the morning to fire the cannon.  As Lord Kadizzle prepared to go to the long drop it occurred to him he would need the traditional reading material.  In the past people simply read the Sears Catalog.  Of course this evolved over the decades to reading the newspaper or a magazine.  At any rate people now get a major portion of their education sitting on the long drop.

Suddenly it struck Kadizzle,  why not take the electronic tablet to the long drop.  So this morning Kadizzle had WiFi at the long drop.  High Tech now makes it possible to find out what is happening in  BF Eygpt while firing the cannon at the long drop. We have come a long way from picking out what we want for Christmas in the Sears wish book to firing off an email while we fire the cannon.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The evening shot

As Lord Kadizzle wandered to the rest room to take an evening rest the gun fire from the gun range across the way could be heard on the warm Arizona evening.  At 8 P.M. Kadizzle was counting about three shots per second.  In his head he figured you cannot fire a modern bullet for less than 50 cents.  So that means the gun dingers are spending about $1.50 per second for ammo.  Let's be conservative and just say they are shooting up $1.00 per second in ammo.  Now these gun dingers are shooting all day or for at least ten hours. Do the math.  60 X 60 means they are shooting 3600 dollars worth of ammo per hour.  Multiply that by ten and you have $36,000.  This is remarkable.  However, they are protecting us from our own government that cannot wait to come take our guns away. Knowing these brave men are ready to defend our second amendment rights is what keeps us free. God bless them for the money they spend to protect us.

Spoke to a rare Yinsar tribesman

The other day Lord Kadizzle had occasion to talk with someone on the phone from the Pittsburgh area.  Kadizzle had no idea that is where the man was from.  Kadizzle enjoys accents and studying them on an amateur basis.

After speaking to the man for awhile Kadizzle asked him where he was from.  The man gave several places.  Kadizzle remarked to the man that he had a strange accent.  The man said I am a Yinser.  Very few people would know what a Yinser is, but Kadizzle knew.  Yinser's are only found around Pittsburgh.  In fact Yinser's only exist in a small area east of Pittsburgh.

Now what in the hell is a Yinser?  A Yinser would say to you if you were walking down the street " Where are  yins going, or they might say what are yins doing.  Curious, Kadizzle  asked the Yinser if he knew where Yinser's came from.  All he said was that they originally came from Canada.

Years ago Kadizzle worked with a Yinser at the Glenharold Mine in Stanton, North Dakota.  It has been a long time since Kadizzle has heard the rare Yinser.

One strange quality Yinser's have is politeness.  It had never occurred to Kadizzle about this aspect of Yinser's until the conversation a couple of days ago.  During the conversation Kadizzle mentioned to the guy that Yinser's were always very polite.  The Yinser gave a good explanation.  The Yinser explained that where Yinser's were common the people were very intolerant.  You could very easily get the hell beat out of you by being disrespectful or rude.  The net result was Yinser's grew up with good manners.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Sleeping Invention

Falling asleep is not always easy, so one technique old Lord Kadizzle uses is to distract himself by trying to invent something.  Last night Kadizzle lay awake and decided to invent some kind of powered shoe. One of the things he realized was it would need to have a tripod as a basis.  Kadizzle envisioned some kind of support going up to the waist.

As planned this exercise put old Kadizzle to sleep.  To Kadizzle's amazement he woke up and his invention was complete.  Surfing the web it turned out someone had already beat him to it and did a pretty damn good job of it.

 http://www.cnn.com/2013/01/09/tech/gallery/ces-gadgets/index.html?hpt=hp_bn5

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

No Chioce, you must watch this if you want to see the future

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ErEBkj_3PY&feature=share&list=PL70DEC2B0568B5469

Click on the video above.  The implications of the technology you see are mind boggling.  There is tremendous potential for good, but also keep in mind the flying robots you will watch will have the ability to hunt you down and kill you with no problem.

On the Road Again

The Kadizzlites have hit the road.  After healing sufficiently from prostate surgery Lord Kadizzle is now ready to head south.  We will be holed up in Denver for about a week taking care of our daughter after her knee surgery.  Medical problems were the theme of 2012, hope this does not continue into 2013.  So far in the last twelve months the Kadizzle family has had three surgeries, and one four day hospital stay.

Global warming has been great for winter traveling.  However, as usual the wind on the way to Denver was blowing at 50mph. 

As we wait for Erin to heal Lord Kadizzle will be doing a lot of sitting around, so expect him to shoot his mouth off a lot.

Friday, January 04, 2013

Evolution is out of hand

The Commander and Lord Kadizzle have been skunked for about three days in a row hunting pheasants.  In areas where we have seen hundreds there are none.  Then one day you go back and they are there again. It would seem to most people that our problem is they just moved.  Not so,  we searched everywhere they could have move.  In the winter the pheasants must hide in the brush.  In the snow they are easy to spot. 

This is where evolution comes in.  Pheasants have figured out how to become invisible.  Now, if someone told you dinosaurs could fly you would look at them like they are nuts.  The idea seems insane, but the reality is birds evolved from dinosaurs.  Dinosaurs realized the advantage of being able to fly.  Certainly with people chasing them around with guns they have figured out the advantage of being invisible.  Fortunately the pheasants are still working the bugs out of it.  To find each other they have to be visible.  The only logical conclusion is they are not invisible all the time.  Once they get the bugs worked out we either have to figure out a new way to find them or give up.

Wednesday, January 02, 2013

Lord Kadizzle is Born Again (With no better results)

This morning old Kadizzle took his shower.  While drying off he looked in the mirror at his sorry ass body.  There was the usual sunken belly button, but below it was another belly button. How could this be? It could be from the surgery he just had, but there is another explanation, perhaps Kadizzle was born again.  It had never occurred to the old goat that if you were born again you would by necessity have a second belly button. Well there it is.

As his old self he must have died November 28, 2012.  Certainly when the doctor delivered the born again Kadizzle that day he was a different man and had a couple things in common with a new born.  Needing to be potty trained all over was a sure symptom of rebirth.  Other functions would also have to be learned as they were in the first life.

As a born again you do see life differently.  The first life was 63 years long.  More than likely the second life will be a lot shorter.  Since the second life will be shorter it seems like more thought should go into it. Perhaps one should try to enjoy things more, be kinder, more forgiving, and so on.  Kadizzle ate too much in his first life, it will be another challenge in his second life.  In fact the second life seems to be very similar to the first one.  Kadizzle has met a lot of born again's in his life.  How many times can you be born?  The concept is not bad, but the fact that each life usually gets shorter does not seem fair.  If old Kadizzle was born again and now was say twelve, things could sure be different.  If Kadizzle knew the perils of being lazy at twelve things would be different now.

Well, it is 2013, and time to get going on this second life.

Saturday, December 08, 2012

Grandma is burried in the garden.

As usual Kadizzle woke up to the cacophony of The Commander jumping around like a grasshopper in a field of wheat that was on fire.  The Commander was having fits because the temporary bag collecting Kadizzle's urine had some leakage problems over night.

After The Commander settled down to the point it seemed like normal conversation could ensue Kadizzle pondered on where to be buried.  The garden seemed appropriate.  The Commander quickly explained that the ashes of the mother in  law  had already been spread there among the tomatoes and cucumbers.  Immediately Kadizzle wondered what vegetables he would be assigned to.  Quickly both Kadizzle and The Commander realized his ashes would be used as weed killer.

The Commander's mom was certainly good to the Kadizzlites, and to her grandchildren, but it was clear she did not have a frictionless relationship with old Kadizzle.  If granny is out in the garden in peace with the cucumbers maybe it is best to just leave her alone.

Well Kadizzle knows for sure he wants a few shotgun shells loaded with his ashes and passed out to his hunting friends, and perhaps some ashes sprinkled in the lake.  No matter where the ashes go Kadizzle will be blamed for the commander for something.  If your water intake plugs up on your boat, no doubt it was Kadizzle, if your pheasant shot goes astray, it was Kadizzle,  if the potatoes from the garden go bad it was Kadizzle ashes.  More than likely my last trip will be through the sewer pipes of Hazen,  then every time they dig up the sewer on main street the whole town will say that god damn Quinn did it again.

Saturday, December 01, 2012

The Tubular Man

Kadizzle never thought he would have his own bildge pump, but here he sits with not one but two tubes draining the sin from his body. The real fear is the thought one of these tubes is going to get caught on something and come ripping out unexpectedly.  Not a disaster fun to contemplate.  Tuesday the bildge pump comes out and the drain from the bladder has another week and a half to go.  The only benifit is you don't have to get up and pee at night.  We just have the hose running out the window. 

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Come Healing

Tomorrow is the big day.  The plan is to open poor old Kadizzle up and take his cancerous prostate out.  With luck all the damn cancer will come out with it.  Music has a wonderful way of " soothing the savage beast".   In the course of exploring music while surfing the web Kadizzle ran across this Leonard Cohen song on Spotify.  The name of the song is come healing.  The song perfectly captures the thoughts running through my mind.  Kadizzle is not religious in any traditional sense.  That does not mean he cannot be awed by the universe and suspect something is up.  Hope is what keeps us all alive. Hoping for a better world and a better tomorrow is fundamental to life and progress.   Prayer is really hope in disguise.  There would be no point in waking up tomorrow if there was no hope for something good to happen.  Before you can convince anyone of anything, you have to convince yourself. 
Songwriters: Leonard, Patrick Raymond / Cohen, Leonard
Chorus:
O, gather 'round the brokenness
Bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow

The splinters that you carried
The cross you left behind
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind

And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

Leonard:
Behold the gates of mercy
In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
Of cruelty or the grace

Together:
O, solitude of longing
Where love has been confined
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind

O, see the darkness yielding
That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart

O, troubledness concealing
An undivided love
The heart beneath is teaching
To the broken heart above

And let the heavens utter
Let the earth proclaim
Come healing of the altar
Come healing of the name

Chorus:
O, longing of the branches
To lift the little bird
O, longing of the arteries
To purify the blood

Together:
And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb

O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
Come Healing lyrics

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Now I give a shit

It used to be that Kadizzle pretty much did not give much thought to cancer.  Things changed.  Now, Kadizzle has prostate cancer.  In two days Kadizzle will be sliced and diced to have his prostate removed.  My, but things have changed.

Prior to this marvelous adventure Kadizzle knew our health care system was in deep trouble, but now it is even more evident and more relevant.  The simple truth is that many people are suffering and dying, not because they have to, but because we simply will not address some basic truths.  Watch the video posted below.  We can have a long conversation about this video.  People are dying needlessly because we do not share information in our medical system.  The refusal to digitize and share records is killing and making thousands suffer.

The same vested interest that do not want a decent national health care system, do not want shared or good medical records. Why?  Good records and shared records mean the fraud in they system instantly is found out.  Good records and shared information means you know what drugs work, what treatments work, and provide a host of useful information.  However, drug companies know they are selling you worthless drugs, doctors know they are doing questionable surgeries, radiologist know they are overcooking people, but they do not want you to know.

So what do they do?  The medical industry dreams up a phony scare about privacy. You can share information and remain anonymous.  I can let a computer data base know I am 63, I have high blood pressure,  I weigh 225lbs,  I have good cholesterol, but I don't need to let the computer know who I am.  Watch this video, and listen carefully.  About a third of us will get cancer.  You may suffer and die, because you did not think this video is important.  It was not that important to me three months ago.   A lot of people are dead right now because special interest groups do not want information shared.  Once you cross the line from an onlooker to a participant in the cancer adventure you will take this all more seriously.   The odds are one in three you will have cancer, so good luck ignoring this video

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Solar living in the sunshine

Old Lord Kadizzle is sitting in his daughters house. Up on the roof top where Santa normally would be are 12 solar panels. The panels were just hooked up a day ago.  One neat aspect of the panels is the data collection. On the giant PC screen the chart can be projected to show what is going on up by the shingles. 

Study the chart reveals a lot. The Keurig Coffee maker sucks up over 2,000 watts, when you make a cup of coffee. Luckily it just takes about thirty seconds.  You can see the sun rise on the chart. The green, which is power you are producing gradually overcomes the red, which is the power you are buying.  In the last two days we saved $3.92 with solar. It appears if one were cautious and conscientious you could probably get pretty close to all the power you need with the 12 panels. However the experiment so far was during very sunny days.

A big observation Kadizzle has made about people an power is the need for feed back. If you have some way of knowing how much power you are using or wasting, you are more inclined to do something about it.  Often when camping we hear someone's generator take off and go wild.  This usually happens when they use the microwave, hair dryer, or toaster.  At Erin's house you see a big red spike in power consumption.

If Kadizzle has learned anything so far it is the fact that solar water heating would probably be the way to go. Such a large amount of power goes into heating water, and making hot water with solar direct is relatively cheap and easy. Combining solar panels with a solar water heater would probably get you farther down the road than any other move for saving energy. 

A very high percentage of homes in Erin's neighborhood are being built with solar.  A neighbor stopped by who has 20 panels on their roof. Their intention is to get an electric car and use their excess power to run the car.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Friday, November 09, 2012

If you believe it, it is true

Everybody must have watched Sienfield at one time or another.  Kadizzle ran across a quote from George, " It's true if you believe it".   Looking around the world we live in it is amazing how many people use that as the standard for reality and what is true.  How much of what we believe is simply not true?  Look at the stuff that has been floated around as truth. People used to believe flies came out of nowhere. People had no idea that flies came from maggots.

Below is a letter Richard Dawkins.  I may have put it on here before, but it is one of my favorite essays in the world and it is so important that we think about how we think.  Until you examine yourself, and how you think, you cannot understand how others think.  If Kadizzle had infinite cash he would have this letter published in every newspaper in the country.

To my dearest daughter,
Now that you are ten, I want to write to you about something that is important to me. Have you ever wondered how we know the things that we know? How do we know, for instance, that the stars, which look like tiny pinpricks in the sky, are really huge balls of fire like the Sun and very far away? And how do we know that the Earth is a smaller ball whirling round one of those stars, the Sun?
The answer to these questions is ‘evidence’.
Sometimes evidence means actually seeing (or hearing, feeling, smelling….) that something is true. Astronauts have traveled far enough from the Earth to see with their own eyes that it is round. Sometimes our eyes need help. The ‘evening star’ looks like a bright twinkle in the sky but with a telescope you can see that it is a beautiful ball – the planet we call Venus. Something that you learn by direct seeing (or hearing or feeling…) is called an observation.
Often evidence isn’t just observation on its own, but observation always lies at the back of it. If there’s been a murder, often nobody (except the murderer and the dead person!) actually observed it. But detectives can gather together lots of other observations which may all point towards a particular suspect. If a person’s fingerprints match those found on a dagger, this is evidence that he touched it. It doesn’t prove that he did the murder, but it can help when it’s joined up with lots of other evidence. Sometimes a detective can think about a whole lot of observations and suddenly realize that they all fall into place and make sense if so-and-so did the murder.
Scientists – the specialists in discovering what is true about the world and the universe – often work like detectives. They make a guess (called a hypothesis) about what might be true. They then say to themselves: if that were really true, we ought to see so-and-so. This is called a prediction. For example, if the world is really round, we can predict that a traveler, going on and on in the same direction, should eventually find himself back where he started. When a doctor says that you have measles he doesn’t take one look at you and see measles. His first look gives him a hypothesis that you may have measles. Then he says to himself: if she really has measles, I ought to see… Then he runs through his list of predictions and tests them with his eyes (have you got spots?), his hands (is your forehead hot?), and his ears (does your chest wheeze in a measly way?). Only then does he make his decision and say, ‘I diagnose that the child has measles.’ Sometimes doctors need to do other tests like blood tests or X-rays, which help their eyes, hands and ears to make observations.
The way scientists use evidence to learn about the world is much cleverer and more complicated than I can say in a short letter. But now I want to move on from evidence, which is a good reason for believing something, and warn you against three bad reasons for believing anything. They are called ‘tradition’, ‘authority’, and ‘revelation’.
First, tradition. A few months ago, I went on television to have a discussion with about 50 children. These children were invited because they’d been brought up in lots of different religions. Some had been brought up as Christians, others as Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Sikhs. The man with the microphone went from child to child, asking them what they believed. What they said shows up exactly what I mean by ‘tradition’. Their beliefs turned out to have no connection with evidence. They just trotted out the beliefs of their parents and grandparents, which, in turn, were not based upon evidence either. They said things like, ‘We Hindus believe so and so.’ ‘We Muslims believe such and such.’ ‘We Christians believe something else.’ Of course, since they all believed different things, they couldn’t all be right. The man with the microphone seemed to think this quite proper, and he didn’t even try to get them to argue out their differences with each other. But that isn’t the point I want to make. I simply want to ask where their beliefs came from. They came from tradition. Tradition means beliefs handed down from grandparent to parent to child, and so on. Or from books handed down through the centuries. Traditional beliefs often start from almost nothing; perhaps somebody just makes them up originally, like the stories about Thor and Zeus. But after they’ve been handed down over some centuries, the mere fact that they are so old makes them seem special. People believe things simply because people have believed the same thing over centuries. That’s tradition.
The trouble with tradition is that, no matter how long ago a story was made up, it is still exactly as true or untrue as the original story was. If you make up a story that isn’t true, handing it down over any number of centuries doesn’t make it any truer!
Most people in England have been baptized into the Church of England, but this is only one of many branches of the Christian religion. There are other branches such as the Russian Orthodox, the Roman Catholic and the Methodist churches. They all believe different things. The Jewish religion and the Muslim religion are a bit more different still; and there are different kinds of Jews and of Muslims. People who believe even slightly different things from each other often go to war over their disagreements. So you might think that they must have some pretty good reasons – evidence – for believing what they believe. But actually their different beliefs are entirely due to different traditions.
Let’s talk about one particular tradition. Roman Catholics believe that Mary, the mother of Jesus, was so special that she didn’t die but was lifted bodily into Heaven. Other Christian traditions disagree, saying that Mary did die like anybody else. These other religions don’t talk about her much and, unlike Roman Catholics, they don’t call her the ‘Queen of Heaven’. The tradition that Mary’s body was lifted into Heaven is not a very old one. The Bible says nothing about how or when she died; in fact the poor woman is scarcely mentioned in the Bible at all. The belief that her body was lifted into Heaven wasn’t invented until about six centuries after Jesus’s time. At first it was just made up, in the same way as any story like Snow White was made up. But, over the centuries, it grew into a tradition and people started to take it seriously simply because the story had been handed down over so many generations. The older the tradition became, the more people took it seriously. It finally was written down as an official Roman Catholic belief only very recently, in 1950. But the story was no more true in 1950 than it was when it was first invented 600 years after Mary’s death.
I’ll come back to tradition at the end of my letter, and look at it in another way. But first I must deal with the two other bad reasons for believing in anything: authority and revelation.
Authority, as a reason for believing something, means believing it because you are told to believe it by somebody important. In the Roman Catholic Church, the Pope is the most important person, and people believe he must be right just because he is the Pope. In one branch of the Muslim religion, the important people are old men with beards called Ayatollahs. Lots of young Muslims are prepared to commit murder, purely because the Ayatollahs in a faraway country tell them to.
When I say that it was only in 1950 that Roman Catholics were finally told that they had to believe that Mary’s body shot off to Heaven, what I mean is that in 1950 the Pope told people that they had to believe it. That was it. The Pope said it was true, so it had to be true! Now, probably some of the things that Pope said in his life were true and some were not true. There is no good reason why, just because he was the Pope, you should believe everything he said, any more than you believe everything that lots of other people say. The present Pope has ordered his followers not to limit the number of babies they have. If people follow his authority as slavishly as he would wish, the results could be terrible famines, diseases and wars, caused by overcrowding.
Of course, even in science, sometimes we haven’t seen the evidence ourselves and we have to take somebody else’s word for it. I haven’t with my own eyes, seen the evidence that light travels at a speed of 186,000 miles per second. Instead, I believe books that tell me the speed of light. This looks like ‘authority’. But actually it is much better than authority because the people who wrote the books have seen the evidence and anyone is free to look carefully at the evidence whenever they want. That is very comforting. But not even the priests claim that there is any evidence for their story about Mary’s body zooming off to Heaven.
The third kind of bad reason for believing anything is called ‘revelation’. If you had asked the Pope in 1950 how he knew that Mary’s body disappeared into Heaven, he would probably have said that it had been ‘revealed’ to him. He shut himself in his room and prayed for guidance. He thought and thought, all by himself, and he became more and more sure inside himself. When religious people just have a feeling inside themselves that something must be true, even though there is no evidence that it is true, they call their feeling ‘revelation’. It isn’t only popes who claim to have revelations. Lots of religious people do. It is one of their main reasons for believing the things that they do believe. But is it a good reason?
Suppose I told you that your dog was dead. You’d be very upset, and you’d probably say, ‘Are you sure? How do you know? How did it happen?’ Now suppose I answered: ‘I don’t actually know that Pepe is dead. I have no evidence. I just have this funny feeling deep inside me that he is dead.’ You’d be pretty cross with me for scaring you, because you’d know that an inside ‘feeling’ on its own is not a good reason for believing that a whippet is dead. You need evidence. We all have inside feelings from time to time, and sometimes they turn out to be right and sometimes they don’t. Anyway, different people have opposite feelings, so how are we to decide whose feeling is right? The only way to be sure that a dog is dead is to see him dead, or hear that his heart has stopped; or be told by somebody who has seen or heard some real evidence that he is dead.
People sometimes say that you must believe in feelings deep inside, otherwise you’d never be confident of things like ‘My wife loves me’.
But this is a bad argument. There can be plenty of evidence that somebody loves you. All through the day when you are with somebody who loves you, you see and hear lots of little tidbits of evidence, and they all add up. It isn’t purely inside feeling, like the feeling that priests call revelation. There are outside things to back up the inside feeling: looks in the eye, tender notes in the voice, little favors and kindnesses; this is all real evidence.
Sometimes people have a strong inside feeling that somebody loves them when it is not based upon any evidence, and then they are likely to be completely wrong. There are people with a strong inside feeling that a famous film star loves them, when really the film star hasn’t even met them. People like that are ill in their minds. Inside feelings must be backed up by evidence, otherwise you just can’t trust them.
Inside feelings are valuable in science too, but only for giving you ideas that you later test by looking for evidence. A scientist can have a ‘hunch’ about an idea that just ‘feels’ right. In itself, this is not a good reason for believing something. But it can be a good reason for spending some time doing a particular experiment, or looking in a particular way for evidence. Scientists use inside feelings all the time to get ideas. But they are not worth anything until they are supported by evidence.
I promised that I’d come back to tradition, and look at it in another way. I want to try to explain why tradition is so important to us. All animals are built (by the process called evolution) to survive in the normal place in which their kind live. Lions are built to be good at surviving on the plains of Africa. Crayfish are built to be good at surviving in fresh water, while lobsters are built to be good at surviving in the salt sea. People are animals too, and we are built to be good at surviving in a world full of … other people. Most of us don’t hunt for our own food like lions or lobsters, we buy it from other people who have bought it from yet other people. We ‘swim’ through a ‘sea of people’. Just as a fish needs gills to survive in water, people need brains that make them able to deal with other people. Just as the sea is full of salt water, the sea of people is full of difficult things to learn. Like language.
You speak English but your friend speaks German. You each speak the language that fits you to ‘swim about’ in your own separate ‘people sea’. Language is passed down by tradition. There is no other way. In England, Pepe is a dog. In Germany he is ein Hund. Neither of these words is more correct, or more truer than the other. Both are simply handed down. In order to be good at ‘swimming about in their people sea’, children have to learn the language of their own country, and lots of other things about their own people; and this means that they have to absorb, like blotting paper, an enormous amount of traditional information. (Remember that traditional information just means things that are handed down from grandparents to parents to children.) The child’s brain has to be a sucker for traditional information. And the child can’t be expected to sort out good and useful traditional information, like the words of a language, from bad or silly traditional information, like believing in witches and devils and ever-living virgins.
It’s a pity, but it can’t help being the case, that because children have to be suckers for traditional information, they are likely to believe anything the grown-ups tell them, whether true or false, right or wrong. Lots of what grown-ups tell them is true and based on evidence or at least sensible. But if some of it is false, silly or even wicked, there is nothing to stop the children believing that too. Now, when the children grow up, what do they do? Well, of course, they tell it to the next generation of children. So, once something gets itself strongly believed – even if its completely untrue and there never was any reason to believe it in the first place – it can go on forever.
Could this be what happened with religions? Belief that there is a god or gods, belief in Heaven, belief that Mary never died, belief that Jesus never had a human father, belief that prayers are answered, belief that wine turns into blood – not one of these beliefs is backed up by any good evidence. Yet millions of people believe them. Perhaps this is because they were told to believe them when they were young enough to believe anything.
Millions of other people believe quite different things, because they were told different things when they were children. Muslim children are told different things from Christian children, and both grow up utterly convinced that they are right and the others are wrong. Even within Christians, Roman Catholics believe different things from Church of England people or Episcopalians, Shakers or Quakers, Mormons or Holy Rollers, and all are utterly convinced that they are right and the others are wrong. They believe different things for exactly the same kind of reason as you speak English and someone speaks German.
Both languages are, in their own country, the right language to speak. But it can’t be true that different religions are right in their own countries, because different religions claim that opposite things are true. Mary can’t be alive in the Catholic Republic but dead in Protestant Northern Ireland.
What can we do about all this? It is not easy for you to do anything, because you are only ten. But you could try this. Next time somebody tells you something that sounds important, think to yourself: ‘Is this the kind of thing that people probably know because of evidence? Or is it the kind of thing that people only believe because of tradition, authority or revelation?’ And, next time somebody tells you that something is true, why not say to them: ‘What kind of evidence is there for that?’ And if they can’t give you a good answer, I hope you’ll think very carefully before you believe a word they say.
Your loving,

Daddy





Sunday, November 04, 2012

Music Makes you think and stirs your emotions

 Kadizzle set up some better speakers in the computer room.
The combination of new speakers and the Spotify music service
have made for some good music.  The lyrics to so many songs are 
so well written and evoke memories.  Recently in New York City
The Commander and Kadizzle toured a tenement museum. 
The hardship and suffering those people went through was 
hard to imagine.  These people came worked hard and finally made
it in our country. Many of us came directly from families that struggle 
just back a generation or two.  Sadly people are still trying to go 
forward today.  It makes Kadizzle very sad to hear Mitt Romney call 
Hard working people moochers.  When we were in New York we stayed 
at a very nice hotel. In the lobby we met a very nice man from Nepal.  The 
young man had not seen his wife and family for four years. He was 
intelligent, had a master's degree in business, but was struggling to earn 
a living a bellman.  Doubtfully was this man in a position to pay 
taxes.  To call him a moocher was an insult beyond compression, certianly 
from a man born into wealth like Mitt.  The lyrics below are from the song 
"Eyes of the immigrant".  by Eric Anderson.  Pull up the song and listen to 
it.  While you listen think about the moochers. Think about the black woman 
who was a moocher according to Mitt, but she cleaned floors all her life and 
left a black college $250,000.  Mitt needs to apologize and look at the real
moochers, the billionairs that will get an additional 3 million with the Bush 
tax cuts.                 
    
 
 
 
They came by day, and they came by night. 
They came like cattle they were packed so tight. 
They rolled on the stairways and they slept on the decks. 
And the only thing they knew was they could not turn back. 
They came from Sweden and they came from France. 
They came from up and down along the continent. 
They came in floods and they came in waves. 
They came for glory and they came to escape. 
Some held their breath in the morning light. 
As New York Harbor came into sight. 
They leaned on the rails and the decks just to see. 
A statue of a lady known as "Liberty." 
Their hands gripped the rails and their eyes peered up. 
Some were crying with their eyes; some were crying with their hearts. 
They were dreaming of the future; they were crying for a chance. 
Maybe the son of a shipper could even be the president. 

CHORUS: 
Eyes of the healthy and eyes of the lame 
Eyes of the free and the eyes of the chain 
Eyes of the wealthy and eyes of the poor 
Eyes of an Indian who rides nevermore 
Always remember and never forget 
Beneath all the dirt and beneath all the sweat 
Who looked to the future and knew what it meant 
But the hearts and the minds and the souls and the dreams 
In the eyes, eyes of the Immigrant 

Out of Ellis Island they poured like sheep 
Onto the land and into the streets. 
With their hands on their children and their coats on their backs 
They brought nothing more than they could fit in their sacks. 
Carpenters, steel workers, firemen, and cops 
Peddled rags full of shoes in all the neighborhood shops. 
They worked with their hands and they worked with their backs 
Bringin' coal from the ground and puttin' smoke up the stacks. 
Wave after wave the flood never stopped. 
Soon the ones on the bottom they rose to the top. 
They dreamed and they said no matter how its gotten bad, 
You give to your kids the things that you never had. 
Be doctors and lawyers and chairmen of the boards. 
Be the guardians of peace and protectors in the wars. 
You work with your knowledge and your skills and your minds. 
Now its everybody's future that you hold in your sights. 

CHORUS 

Some tried to settle, some couldn't out of fear. 
Some kept dreaming of the new frontier. 
Everybody was convinced they had a place in the sun, 
That it wasn't what you were so much as what you could become. 
Everybody's future wasn't everybody's dream; 
The land could be barren and the streets could be mean. 
It was a fact in the suburbs and the farms and the shacks 
That you only knew ahead there ain't no room to fall back. 
This is the land and the home of the free. 
That's what we want the whole world to believe. 
Not everybody makes it to the top of the heap: 
Some were brought in chains from far across the sea; 
Some lost their way and some lost track; 
And some realized that you can't look back. 
And sometimes you hear it but you don't know where 
The sound of the waves still crashing in your ear. 

CHORUS 

Saturday, November 03, 2012

Tonight will be fine.

Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past. When we swore to each other that our love would last. You kept right on lovin and I went on a fast. Now I am to thin and your love is too vast. But I know from your smile, and I know from your eyes that tonight will be fine, will be fine for awhile, will be fine for awhile.

I choose the rooms that I live in with care. The windows are small and the walls are bare. There is only one bed there is only one prayer. There I wait every night for your step on the stair.  And I know from your eyes and I know from your smile that tonight will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for awhile.

Sometimes I see her undressing for me. She is the soft naked lady love meant her to be. She is moving her body so brave and so free. I have got to remember that is a fine memory.  Yet I know from your eyes,  yet I know from your smile that to night will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for awhile.

Friday, November 02, 2012

The Accumulation

Today was a slow lazy day when the Kadizzles wandered around like ghost in their own house. A light snow fell outside on a dreary day.  The Kadizzles have taken on the task of slowly cleaning the joint.  His Lordship decided it was time to take on the TV room.  Under the television in the den is the historical record of music compiled by the Kadizzles over a life time.  Once the decision was made to clean out the museum, it became apparent two major historical eras had to be discarded.  First was the cassette era.  Once upon a time people listened to music on little cassettes. So there were a couple boxes of those to go into the master mess room down in the basement. Next was the CD era.  Looking at each of those CD's and thinking that is ten bucks, was pretty distressing, but no one actually plays the damn things anymore.  A couple hundred of the disk were rearranged as if someday they might get played.  In the back were some old VHS tapes. Perhaps there were a couple family treasures on them, but they have to go. 

Modern man can trace his life through musical periods.  Kadizzle has lived through the 45 rpm, the 78 rpm, the giant reel to reel tape deck, the 8 track, the small cassette, the CD, and now as we live in either the ipod or cloud era Kadizzle wonders what the next medium will be.