Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Turkey Ruminations
The world is as unstable and violent as it's ever been (excepting before written language was invented), but Thanksgiving happens every year, as long as there is an American calendar to celebrate it. My favorite day of the year...better than Christmas! I love Winter Solstice because it means that the days following will begin to lengthen, but Thanksgiving is the 'friends, family, and food' holiday. Everyone gets to enjoy the feast without all the stress of gift wrapping, cards needing to be mailed, kids needing to be pacified, and all the rest of the excess surrounding Christmas.
Enough contemplation for now..I'll have more postings later..gotta get that pie started!
ZT
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Wine Hooligans UNITE!
Silly Tasting Note Generator
The Red Wine Haiku Review
Wine X Magazine's Jelly Bean Wine Bar
ZT
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Playing Firefighter



This past weekend I had a chance to play firefighter...my local community has a semi-annual program they call the Citizen's Fire Academy, and it is a humbling experience. I have the utmost admiration for firefighters..they are heroes and everyday people, too. Here are a couple of pictures a friend took of me doing various tasks...one involved me going through a Search and Rescue Maze (that's the 'shed-like' structure behind me--believe it or not it's two levels, and all kinds of obstacles: hanging wires, tangled ropes, holes, exposed joists, the works!)...in total darkness, on my hands and knees! Another involved me learning how to put out a fire, and yet another one required me to learn how to use the Jaws of Life. Enjoy!
ZT
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Autumnal Musings
Friday, October 14, 2005
It's Friday, and Beer-thirty is nigh!!!
ZT
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In some of my songs I have casually mentioned
The fact that I like to drink beer
This little song is more to the point
Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears
(chorus)
I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow
(makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like beer
(he likes beer)
My wife often frowns when we're out on the town
And I'm wearing a suit and a tie
She's sipping vermouth and she thinks I'm uncouth
When I yell as the waiter goes by
(chorus)
Last night I dreamed that I passed from the scene
And I went to a place so sublime
Aw, the water was clear and tasted like beer
Then they turned it all into wine (awwwwww)
I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow
(makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear
Aw, this little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I love beer
(yes, he likes beer)
(Tom T. Hall)
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
The Declaration of Independence
ZT
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The Declaration of Independence |
IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776. The Declaration of Independence IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776. The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America. When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed - That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world. He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good. He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them. He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only. He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures. He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people. He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within. He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands. He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers. |
Monday, September 05, 2005
The Fertile Earth

Here is a picture of some of the Van Gogh sunflowers I have growing in my vegetable garden. I use them as a barrier against rabbits and other vermin. The honeybees and bumblebees just love these flowers. Unfortunately, so do the hornets. Seems they have a sweet tooth this time of year. I'll be glad when the first frost kills them. Ugh.
Today I saw one of the most exciting things any gardener could wish for...a praying mantis! Not just any praying mantis, mind you, this lovely was almost three inches in length. I picked it up and she went into her beautiful defensive posturing, flaring her wings and hissing. She looks well fed, which means that my garden is being tended by the best and the biggest. I also saw several large daddy longlegs, too. Nice to have these insect predators on my side!
Went to the Taste of Colorado yesterday with several friends. One of my friends was standing around while others in the group were getting 'tasting' tickets. All of a sudden, a bee landed squarely on his nose. It was hilarious! His girlfriend just freaked, though. She was ready to swat the critter, but of course, that's the last thing you want to do. He just stood there, trying to look at the bee, getting cross-eyed in the process. I moved closer to get a better look, and it just flew away. It was a riot looking at that silly, furry bee on his nose!
Well, hope everyone had a safe and fun holiday weekend. More politics tomorrow!
ZT
Friday, August 19, 2005
The Shuttle and The Fight

Ok, I don't care about Cindy Sheehan. Her remorse over her dead son is, thankfully, her problem. 'Nuff said.
I have recovered from my blood donation fury. It's just frustrating to want to donate, to give that opportunity for life to someone in desperate need for it, and to be denied that ability forever.
Discovery is returning home today...see NASA's wonderful website detailing her trip back to Florida:
http://www.nasa.gov/returntoflight/main/index.html
Speaking of pictures, I'm posting one of the most beautiful pictures of the shuttle (any orbiter, for that matter) taken during the mission that just ended. Absolutely breathtaking.
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Here is an interesting article from World Magazine worth noting. It shows that there are still people who do want to serve their country by joining the military. I know I did when I joined back in 1986.
Unusual recruits
IRAQ: Comedians and peace moms take note: even as the casualty list grows, Ivy Leaguers and honor students are signing up to serve | by Lynn Vincent
As you're reading this, National Honor Society member Caity Swanson, 18, of Audubon, N.J., is likely cranking out one . . . more . . . pushup . . . under the stern eye of an Army drill sergeant at Ft. Leonard Wood, Mo. Princeton University senior Ross Williams, 21, is finalizing his plans to check out of the Ivy League and into the Marine Corps. And Congressional Award winner Asher Strassner, 18, just shipped out from his home in Houston to Navy boot camp in Great Lakes, Ill.
When Mr. Strassner signed up to begin basic training in August, he had no way of knowing the month would prove a brutal one in Iraq. American forces so far this month have lost at least 63 souls, including three Tennessee National Guard soldiers from the 278th Regimental Combat Team, who died Aug. 14 in a rocket-propelled grenade attack.
Families of the fallen grieve, some bitterly, like Cindy Sheehan, who since Aug. 6 has staged a mini war-protest outside George W. Bush's Texas ranch. Others, like Gary Reese of Ashland, Tenn., grieve proudly. His son, Sgt. Gary Lee Reese, 22, of the 278th, "is the only one from the town to die in the war," Mr. Reese told the Chattanooga Times Free Press. "He is someone I'm really proud to be the father of."
Mr. Reese believes "bad-mouthing" the war dishonors the dead. Meanwhile, even as casualties mount, thousands of young people are still signing up to serve, with only the Army and National Guard now falling short of recruiting goals. When widespread shortfalls made news earlier this year, comedian Bill Maher used the occasion to reinforce the stereotype that America scrapes its military from the bottom of the population barrel.
Quota-missing Army recruiters had, Mr. Maher quipped, "done picked all the low-lying Lyndie England fruit. And now we need warm bodies."
Ms. England, of course, is accused of abusing prisoners at Abu Ghraib. And Mr. Maher isn't the first person to suggest that the U.S. military is mainly a refuge for the depraved or desperate. In a May 2003 graduation speech at Rockford College, New York Times reporter Chris Hedges said the nation's fighting forces are made up mostly of "poor kids from Mississippi or Alabama or Texas who could not get a decent job or health insurance and joined the Army because it was all we offered them."
Is the military stereotype accurate? Karl Zinsmeister doesn't think so. During three stints as an embedded reporter in Iraq—the most recent in May 2005—the American Enterprise editor-in-chief met farm boys, poor boys, and boys escaping dead-end blue-collar towns. But he also encountered Cornell grads, Ph.D. candidates, and high-tech wunderkinds, and wrote about them in his 2003 book Boots on the Ground.
It was love, not desperation or a lack of prospects, that propelled honor student and all-state vocalist Caity Swanson into the Army: love of language. As a junior, Caity's 3.9 GPA qualified her for the National Honor Society, while A's in Spanish earned her acceptance into the Spanish National Honor Society. She realized she wanted to pursue foreign-language translation as a vocation, and she began exploring colleges that offered a major in linguistics. But though her parents earn a good living—dad Chuck works in the pharmaceutical industry and mom Andria is an R.N.—good programs were too expensive.
Then as a senior, Caity, like thousands of American high-school students, took the military entrance exam. An Army recruiter saw her score—93 out of 99—and called her last December. That's when she learned about her dream school: The Defense Language Institute Foreign Language Center (DLIFLC) in Monterey, Calif., the largest foreign language school in the world.
After careful discussion with her parents, Caity enlisted. She's now looking forward to learning a new language by immersion, packing two weeks of traditional college instruction into each day during the year-long course, and learning from native speakers. "The way they teach a foreign language is the way I want to learn it," she said.
She doesn't know which language yet—the military assigns that based on a student's ability and the government's need. But it's likely to be a tough one: Caity blew away the Defense Language Battery, qualifying her to learn any language the Institute offers, including those considered most difficult, like Chinese or Arabic.
With the war on terrorism, and Middle Eastern languages high on the Defense Department's wish list, is Caity worried she'll wind up in Iraq? "Wherever the Army sends me, I'm fine," she said in a June 30 phone interview, five days before heading out for boot camp. "God is in control. Whatever He wants for me, that's what I'm going to do."
Houston homeschool graduate Asher Strassner feels the same way. In February he enlisted in the Navy as a hospital corpsman and signed up for Fleet Marine Forces (FMF) training, a school he hopes will land him a job as a combat medic in Iraq.
"When other people ask me how scared I am, I tell them not at all," he said. "That might seem like the typical teen who thinks he's invincible. But if it's my time to die, I will, whether it's in Iraq or crossing the street. . . . If God wants me to live only 18 or 19 years—or to be 100—it's up to Him."
Asher told WORLD his job is to glorify God, not himself. He seems to have been busy about that task, chalking up high grades and high scores on college aptitude tests. In June, he earned the Congressional Award, an honor Congress established in 1979 to recognize initiative, achievement, and service in young people.
To win it, Asher completed a two-year program: He volunteered for 450 hours in a Houston hospital, learned horticulture and landscaping, became a top-ranked junior golfer, and organized a camping expedition that followed the Texas Independence Trail.
Not exactly your Maher-style military down-and-outer. So Asher surprised even himself when he decided to join the Navy. "Weeks before I enlisted, I never would have considered the military," he said. "My friends were surprised . . . but I didn't think I was ready for college. I thought if I went to college in the fall, I'd end up goofing off and getting bad grades."
Bound for boot camp this month, then corpsman and FMF training, Asher could touch down in Iraq late next year. He's hoping that's where he winds up.
"I have a friend in the Army who just got back and he's always telling us that the negative stuff we hear in the media [about American progress in Iraq] is 99 percent made up," Asher said. "He tells about all the Iraqis who love the Americans. . . . I think that's very interesting. I'd like to see that myself."
Ross Williams would like to see it, too, which is why the Princeton senior chose the Marine Corps, a ground force, instead of a more high-tech but remote branch like the Air Force or the Navy. "It's more personal. You interact more with the culture you're protecting," Ross said. "I didn't want to go into the service looking for a spot where I'd feel more comfortable. I wanted to choose the spot I'll get most out of."
If his resumé is any indication, Ross, 21, will give as much as he gets. At his high school in Oyster Bay, N.Y.—a small town he describes as "close enough to New York City that you could smell September 11"—he served as student body president and graduated third in his class with a 4.0 GPA. He also earned all-state honors in vocal competition and made the all-county team as a long-distance runner.
Now a Princeton political science major who rows for his school's nationally ranked crew team, Ross had originally been accepted to West Point. "But I was told by a couple of cadets that if I wanted any sort of academic college life, I should go to a different school."
After completing his degree next spring, Ross plans to attend a 10-week officer training course in Quantico, Va., then accept a Marine Corps commission. His grandfather served as a Marine during World War II, and Ross said he also feels a call to serve his country, to do "something I'd enjoy looking back on, something I could be proud that I'd done."
•August 27, 2005, Vol. 20, No. 33
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Here is a parting reminder of why we fight, and will continue to fight, until we have won...
http://911.navexpress.com/blackday.gif
ZT
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Introduction

It is time to enjoy some spilled candy...to make a mess, to play with your food, and engage in sensory delight.
I am a political misfit.
I am a certified aviation mechanic (Airframe and Powerplant), with a long time love of WWII aircraft and history. I am passionate about wine, fabulous food, and enjoy sharing those times with friends and my wonderful husband. And sometimes, the five cats that share our home and lay on our furniture.
Well, 'nuff rambling for now..I'll post more in the coming days! Thanks for reading!
RR