Where's Waldo?

Okay, so Waldo isn't in this picture, but... If you look closely, there is a little fisher-person there... You may have to click on it to make it larger to see enough detail to see.......

 

Pennsylvania Skies

The view from atop Peter's Mountain, where the Appalachian Trail crosses Rt 225 near Dauphin, PA, yesterday afternoon.



The view from my back porch, last night, when I got home.



I have several friends who seem to think my pictures look good, so this is dedicated to one of those... Thanks for your comments! 

I'll be home in about 2 centitams

My son, the wizard, decided that we need to make a new unit of measure... We have metric standards for most units of measurement, (grams instead of ounces, meters instead of yards, etc.). And we should have a metric standard, he says, for time.

I was curious. Surely this is not a new concept. And, it is not. Still, my son thought this out pretty well, and some of his ideas match, more or less, those of some of the people "out there" who have proposed similar things to the scientific community.

In summary, we pick a standard amount of time as the base unit, such as the "day" (24 hours more or less). His term for this unit, and as far as I know this is his alone, but I think it's a good one, is the "tam". Do not ask why, it's not important. I didn't see any obvious conflicts with other meanings of the word.

So a "tam" is defined, in the current system, as a 24 hour period.

A centitam, would be one hundredth of a tam, or about 14.4 minutes. A decitam would be 10x that, or about 144 minutes (a little over 2 hrs), and a millitam would be a tenth of that, or 1.44 minutes....

Going the other way, from a science point of view, is easy. 10 days/tams is a dekatam. 100 days/tams is a hectotam, 1000 days/tams is a kilotam, etc.

1 megatam (Mt) = 1 000 000 d = 2738 years
1 kilotam (kt) = 1000 d = 2.7 years
1 hectotam (ht) = 100 d = 3.3 months
1 dekatam (dat) = 10 d = 1.43 weeks
1 tam (t) = 1 d = 24 hours
1 decitam (dt) = 0.1 d = 2.4 hours (2 h 24 min)
1 centitam (ct) = 0.01 d = 0.24 hours (14 min 24 s)
1 millitam (mt) = 0.001 d = 1.44 minutes (86.4 s)
1 microtam (µt) = 0.000 001 d = 86.4 milliseconds
1 nanotam (nt) = 0.000 000 001 d = 86.4 microseconds

Of course there's no set standard to metric times, yet. There are proposals to base metric time on the second, and in other places, the day. I am sure there may be other thoughts out there as well.

I can think of other problems with this whole thing. And for everyday living the Gregorian calendar still rules... (using "day" as your base, there are no round numbers for "year"... it's still 365 days, more or less.) So there's not any point in saying my daughter is 2,944 days old (as of May 22), or rather, almost three kilotams, when she just turned eight (years) a few days ago.

After my son brought this idea to my attention, I went back and looked a bit online. It sounded original to me, but ... there've been numerous proposals to standardize time in the metric system. His is as good as any out there. Here are some links (you can Google for more anytime).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metric_time

http://zapatopi.net/metrictime/

http://www.decimaltime.hynes.net/metric.html

I wish ...

... that I could make this picture on your screen stretch apart to cover the entire sky for you, like it looked for me, today............

... but, alas, I cannot. Still, I wanted to share this one photo, then I gotta go finish mowing the yard, a task I started but did not finish last night.

Everyday Angels

I recently stumbled onto a concept that I like. It's called "Everyday Angels". There's probably a ton of writing on it, somewhere on the web. No I haven't google'd it. But, I think I've got the gist of it - at least - enough that for me, I am happy with my understanding of it.

An Everyday Angel is simply someone who takes the time to make someone else's world a better place. It's that easy. No strings attached. No cash necessary.

It may simply be that the person took the time to listen to his friend, when she was troubled. Or she gave a hug, when she could tell her friend was down. It might be the guy who, tired, driving home from work, saw someone broken down beside the road, and took the time to help them get back up and running, or gave them a lift to the nearest phone.

I have a big sister, who has a family, a job. A ton of stress on many different levels. Yet, when someone in the family, Grandma, even a neighbor or a friend, needs anything, they know she's there. She's the cab driver for appointments, the ear for complaints, the friend for those in need. She is an Everyday Angel.

I have an older brother, who volunteers time, with the local fire department, with other community groups. He's a first responder - helping during almost any kind of minor - or major - emergency. He will be driving home from work, after a long day, and if he sees someone broken down, he's the first to turn around and go back to help, or at least, offer help. He is an Everyday Angel.

Everyone has within them the capacity to listen, to "feel", to some extent, another's pain. Everyone has the ability to care… and to show that they care. And sometimes, the greatest thing an Angel can do is care. Everyone, even you and I, can be an Everyday Angel.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
- Charles Bukowski (1920 - 1994)

My Cousin Vinny

There's this guy from work, you see, who has a cousin.

If you ever need anything, just check with him. He deals in anything you can imagine. Black Market kinda stuff, know what I mean?

No, no, no .... Actually, there is this guy from work, who has a cousin, who is a school teacher.

So what, you say? Everyone has a cousin who is a schoolteacher?

Well, this schoolteacher has a dream. Has had a dream, for a long time. It's to hike the entire Appalachian Trail in a couple of month's timeframe. And, he posted notes online, a "trail journal", telling all about his preparations, and at least the beginnings of his journey on the trail.

I need to catch up, myself. Last reading, he was a few days along the trail. In fact, I think I will do just that, right now, and find out how it's been going.

Why don't you read along, too?

http://www.trailjournals.com/entry.cfm?id=123932

May 12th

I started my day, last Friday, to a dreary, fog covered landscape.

On the drive in to work, there were spots where the sun had burned through the fog, and here's one such place, where I pulled off and took a quick snapshot.


After work, I headed home. As I was coming up the valley to my house, the clouds and sunlight were leaving patterns on the mountains, and after I got home, I took this from right in front of my house, looking down past the farm down the hill.
 

Retirement Is ....

Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was sixty-five I still had pimples. -- George Burns

My buddy, Alan G., has a new blogspot site.......... check the links to the side. All about retirement and anything else that comes across his mind. =)

My favorite post so far? It shows that no matter how old and wise we become, the best of us still makes mistakes!

"The Tree Rat Incident..."

Wedding Flies

Sitting here, at someone else's desk this week, covering for a fellow worker who went fishing, has been a relaxing break from the humdrum. That is, till today.

Not that today has been "bad" mind you, but... there was one little problem.

It goes back to when I was ... oh... I don't know... maybe 12 or 13. Old enough that I could be embarrased quite easily. And with a brother a year and a half older who didn't mind embarrasing me at all.

And, my sister. She was getting married. At her boss's house, which was, by comparison to our home, a mansion. There was a very wide stairway up to the upper level from the outside front of the house. The pastures all had board fences. Everything was elegantly placed.

We went in, Mom, Dad, my brother and I. There were all these people in fancy clothes. Suits like I had never seen. It was really, I suppose, a "family affair". After all, it was in a home, not a church. A very nicely appointed home, in which I felt very out of place.

We walked around, looking things over. In those days, my brother and I were... pretty close.... not necessarily bestest buds, but... pretty close. Ummm... Except, he was across the room, from me. There was a nice cake on the table, which had a frilly tablecloth. I think there was a huge grandfather clock in the corner of the room.

Probably a dozen or more people standing around, visiting, talking... waiting for things to happen. I am not sure where my parents had gone off to. Or where my sister was. So here we were, Ted and I. Apart from each other, yet in the same room, surrounded by suits and dresses of strangers we'd never know.

And what do I hear? In a very loud voice, "HEY JAMES... YOUR FLY IS OPEN!!!"

And he was gone.

Well, today, my fly is open. That is to say, I've had problems with this pair of pants before and haven't worn them in months. Somehow, this morning they were hanging in the closet again, and I threw them on without thinking. Came to work.. And at some point, used the bathroom and noted that the zipper was slightly stuck. Or... well... it zips... but doesn't do anything but slide up and down.

Someone helpful gave me a safety pin. About an inch long. I tried. I really did. Didn't do any good. There was talk of driving home, or getting super glue, or "night pants" from the dollar store, but... I thought the super glue idea was great ... till I thought about having to ask, "Hey, anybody got any super glue remover?!? My thingy is stuck."

Well, at this desk, away from my own, I am in an office by myself, and although the door is open, there isn't too much opportunity for people to just "walk in". There were no meetings today, so... I sit here, with it as "good" as it can be, quiet as I can be, avoiding meeting strangers who might gape at me... or coworkers who might say, in a very loud voice, "Hey James, your fly is open".

Good thing Ted isn't here to help me out.

Scout Trip

This past weekend, my son's Boy Scout troop had a parent-son campout, in Tioga County PA. On Saturday, we woke up to a drizzly, gray morning. But, by afternoon, it had cleared off enough to go fishing. We (the group) didn't catch many, and none were kept, but as we were leaving, someone noticed this in the gravel at the edge of the parking area (if you can't see anything, try clicking on the picture to make it a little larger in your browser):


On Sunday, after we broke camp, my son and I parted ways with the rest of the Scouters, and headed for the Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania. There, on Turkey Path Trail, which winds it's way about a mile down to the bottom of the canyon, I took the following photos. (Okay, first one was taken by some other visitors to the park, using my camera).

There were actually three sets of falls, but for now, I'll just post a couple of shots of this one.

 

Powells Valley PA

We took these pictures Sunday while fishing along Powell's Creek near where we live.




 

Life

Okay nothing deep, today.

For a few weeks, work was/has been very hectic. The past couple of days, more or less, "normal". As in, not too busy but not completely idle, either. I've had the time to write, but, not the heart.

My daughter's 8th birthday was Sunday, and she's been after me for weeks to take her fishing, so Sunday morning we got up, catching nothing, but having fun. I snapped some posed shots, then we fished along the bank of the creek for a while... and moved on... climbing over a log. After I turned back, I noticed she had stopped on the log to rest, and I snapped this one. She was, a little, annoyed with me for it, but it turned out to be the best picture of her I took Sunday.