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Aug 13

Things to read

You may all relax. Congress has gotten their reprieve from the paradoxically named Affordable Healthcare Act:

The problem was rooted in the original text of the Affordable Care Act. Sen. Chuck Grassley (R-Iowa) inserted a provision which said members of Congress and their aides must be covered by plans “created” by the law or “offered through an exchange.” Until now, OPM had not said if the Federal Employee Health Benefits Program could contribute premium payments toward plans on the exchange. If payments stopped, lawmakers and aides would have faced thousands of dollars in additional premium payments each year. Under the old system, the government contributed nearly 75 percent of premium payments.

Obama’s involvement in solving this impasse was unusual, to say the least. But it came after serious griping from both sides of the aisle about the potential of a “brain drain.” The fear, as told by sources in both parties, was that aides would head for more lucrative jobs, spooked by the potential for spiking health premiums.

Meanwhile, over at the IRS:

The head of the agency tasked with enforcing ObamaCare said Thursday that he’d rather not get his own health insurance from the system created by the health care overhaul.

“I would prefer to stay with the current policy that I’m pleased with rather than go through a change if I don’t need to go through that change,” said acting IRS chief Danny Werfel, during a House Ways and Means Committee hearing.

Well now that’s odd.

Meanwhile, in Georgia:

GEORGIANS WHO will be forced to buy health insurance under Obamacare later this year should be prepared to dig deeply into their wallets — then hold on for dear life.

That’s because of heart attack-inducing sticker shock.

The premiums for the five health insurers that will be offering policies in Georgia’s federally run insurance exchange are “massive,” according to Georgia Insurance Commissioner Ralph Hudgens.

“Insurance companies in Georgia have filed rate plans increasing health insurance rates up to 198 percent for some individuals,” Mr. Hudgens wrote in a July 29 letter to Kathleen Sebelius, secretary of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services and the president’s point person on Obamacare.

I couldn’t afford a 198 percent increase of anything. Then there’s the question of work hours:

Admittedly, it takes a little detective work, but if we systematically review the available empirical evidence in an even-handed fashion, the conclusion seems inescapable: Obamacare is accelerating a disturbing trend towards “a nation of part-timers.” This is not good news for America.

None of that looks good, does it? Hyper-partisan Sen. Richard Shelby calls it all a failure:

“I find it deeply troubling that perhaps the best thing President Obama has done for American business during his time in office is to provide a brief reprieve from his own signature achievement,” Shelby said during the 17-minute speech.

“I welcome any relief from ObamaCare for anyone. But why should such relief not apply to individuals and families as well? If the administration hasn’t gotten its act together by now, what leads us to believe that it ever will?”

In other unhappy news The Cleveland Plain Dealer cut a third of their staff. Gannett canned more than 200 across their company this week, with more expected next week. They’ve cut more than 40 percent of their employees in the last eight years.

Senators? They’re not sure what or who journalists are just now. There’s going to be a lot to that story in the near future.

Happier news, then. Google killed their RSS reader, to the chagrin of pretty much everyone who used it. And that unfortunate death has actually opened up the RSS market. Why? There is a demand. Google didn’t see it, or didn’t need it, but there are people who use RSS, may it always thrive.

Digital media use will outpace television consumption this year, according to eMarketer. I am vaguely listening to the television in the background as I type this. Also, my phone is frequently distracting me. So, yeah.

Remembering Skylab, the first space station was an Alabama idea:

NASA is pausing today to remember Skylab, the orbiting 1970s laboratory that paved the way for the International Space Station. The laboratory, built from a Saturn V rocket third stage, was conceived in Huntsville and saved by quick-thinking engineers and brave astronauts after things went very wrong on launch day 40 years ago.

You can see some photographs from the mission here. Everything was from the 1970s.

Finally, Quan Bray is one of those young men you can’t help but to cheer for:

Bray has rarely talked about his mother’s death since arriving at Auburn, granting only a single interview to Columbus-based TV station WLTZ in his two seasons with the Tigers.

“For me to talk about it with y’all right now is really crazy,” Bray told reporters during Auburn’s reporting day Thursday. “I don’t mind talking about it now. Talking about it relieves me a lot.”

Back on July 3, 2011, Bray was out of town in Atlanta and missed a call from his mother while sleeping, only to call back and get no answer. When he got back to LaGrange, he told the TV station last February, he went to his grandmother’s house and saw his mom’s car in the middle of the road.

Bray did not go into the rest of the details during Thursday’s interview, but the Georgia courts have pieced together what happened.

On that day, Jeffrey Jones – Quan’s father – sent a string of threatening text messages to Tonya Bray, then chased her as she drove down Ragland Street in LaGrange and shot her several times.

That young man basically lost both parents in the same moment and all he’s done is excel in school, help raise his younger brother and become a leader of others. Tough kid and he deserves some success.


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Aug 13

And how’ve you been?

Well I’m back in this space. As I said here previously, and sparingly, in the last month, there hasn’t been a lot going on here. I’ve been doing work and catching up on the blog with all of the photos and videos and experiences of our Irish and English and cruise adventures. Scroll down to see them all.

Otherwise there were the few other things that I mentioned here. And then there was a little bit of riding and some running and eating healthy things and cutting back on a few of the unhealthy things and petting the cat and enjoying what has heretofore been a mild summer and so on.

There is a bridge close to home that has been out for forever, at least since March It is on a two-lane country road that drops down and bottoms out at the creek bed. And it is a little bridge, the name of the water ends with the word creek. Why it is has taken so long to repair or replace the bridge is a mystery.

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I could ride over the bridge, so closed is something of an open proposition at this point. But the crew was still working on it, well into the evening hours. Behind me, as I enjoyed a bit of shade and some water and pondering my new plan — because I had intended to go over that bridge, back up the other side and over one of the bigger hills we have here, but now I can’t — a deputy sheriff pulled up. She’d driven down to see if she could find out how much longer this bridge work was going to take.

So it is safe to assume no one knows.

Recently the county received $15.6 million from the state for road projects, so we’ll see more orange barrels in the future, I’m sure. It seems the county planners are looking at other bridges.

So I ended up going a different route this evening. I went up roads I normally go down, and down roads I normally go up. It never fails to amaze me how much of a difference that makes.

Stopped at one red light and found the large gouge in my front tire that likely contributed to my triathlon flat. It looks like a puckering stab wound, but without the blood. It is a kevlar tire, and kind of slow anyway, so I’ll wind up replacing that soon.

Speaking of good rides, this is one of the best finishes of the year, I’m sure. Taylor Phinney is one of my favorite riders:

The other big news is that we dropped Charter. After three years of poor service, shoddy repairs and entirely inept customer service — the kind which somehow managed to cost us money — we’ve moved on to Directv. We’ll miss the TiVos, which I considered the greatest entertainment technology to emerge in a generation, but they’ve been replaced by needlessly complicated user interfaces and more channels and cheaper bills and a signal that, so far, just seems to work.

Tonight we were taking advantage of some of the On Demand features to catch up on Parks and Recreation. There are no large commercial breaks, which is nice, but in between segments they have inserted new The More You Know PSAs. And they aren’t especially good.

Based on these commercials the biggest problems we, as a society face, are password security, retiring teachers and plate size. Also among the things that we should be concerned about are how we are not dancing during commercials, being green on dates and being an actual, you know, an actual parent.

Some of them are just silly.

And another about recycling … handcuffs?

Considering the audience they’re aiming at … why are they aiming that?

Back again tomorrow, as we return to something approaching normal around here once again.


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Jul 13

Have you noticed?

It is slow here. Have you noticed? July is slow. I am doing other things, like catching up on old posts and catching up on email — there’s a special filter in my email called “You thought you were done, but no” — and catching up on other important things.

Plus, none of it, so far, is terribly exciting. I’m riding and running, but that’s about it. So July is slow. (Not unlike my riding and running.) Have you noticed?

But I did want to say this: One year ago today I was having surgery, getting titanium and screws, thank you very much, because 53 weeks ago today I was falling, destroying my collarbone, hurting my shoulder and whacking my head on asphalt.

So after a year of that: six months of fuzzy memories — and some periods I just don’t really recall at all — and lots of travel for work and pleasure, physical therapy, impatience and somewhat starting to feel like myself again, finally starting to ride again and wondering, for months, if I was ever going to really feel like myself again … I kinda do.

I still have some muscular issues in my shoulder, but I carry stress there anyway. I have, on occasion, finally started to notice the absence of pain in my collarbone. The surgeon said six months to a year, but I’d given up on all of that.

Last month, though, for about an hour one day while snorkeling, I realized that nothing was hurting. And it had been 11 months since I could say that. Nothing. Hurt. (It is hard to pry me out of the water anyway, but I almost willfully got left behind that day. The absence of pain is a pretty incredible feeling on its own.)

This week I’ve noticed a few times where I have to willfully turn my attention to my shoulder and my collarbone. Are you still there? I don’t think I notice you right now.

This dawned on me last night. Delightful progress.

Of course right now that section of my upper body is singing the tune I’ve come to know so well this year. It has been that kind of year.

But it is getting better. It isn’t perfect, but it is better.


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Jun 13

Church choirs and rock shows

The Yankee did some work. She presented some of her research and it was, easily, the best presentation I saw at the entire conference:

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We also went to St. Paul’s Cathedral. This church is the seat of the Bishop of London and head church of the Diocese of London. It sits atop the highest point in the City of London. The original church here dates back to 604.

StPauls

This church dates to the late 17th century, designed in the English Baroque style by Sir Christopher Wren. Services and tours were going on while we were there. You get the sense that the place never stops humming.

StPauls

And it is a beautiful place. I’ve been fortunate to see some of the world’s oldest and most beautiful churches. To me, this one is one of the ones you have to see.

StPauls

And they all have this certain sound, in those soaring ceilings, to the point that you think all of the ancient architects had a similar opinion about what angels singing might sound like, and how they could maybe try to emulate it.

StPauls

A young choir from Singapore was performing, for about a half hour, when we were there. I don’t want to overstate it, but their voices were singing up and the ceiling was singing down. There was the slightest, most imperceptible delay that held notes and changed the songs. I don’t know what angels in your mind, but that’s what they’d sound like to me. (I tried to record it, but it was all a bit fuzzy because of other ambient noises.)

The vaulting ceilings here have what the tour says are millions of pieces of glass in elaborate mosaics. I wonder who had the job of counting the glass pieces.

StPauls

Fish and chips! And mushy peas. You can just see them in the corner of the shot. That’s another British staple. They’re good if you like peas. I like peas.

fish

The fish is supposed to come in a newspaper, and so to be authentic this place uses a fake newspaper. It is probably more sanitary, but more expensive. This paper is mimicking a 1940s London paper. There is copy about military governors divvying up Germany.

She plans great trips, and this has been another wonderful one. We’re riding on the Underground here:

Ren

We went to see Rock of Ages on the West End. They break the fourth wall. They ad lib. They use jazz hands. It is a rock show, but a love story.

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The narrator makes a Waffle House joke. This being London I am the only person in the entire theater that got it. I laughed. No one else laughed. I laughed harder.

It is bawdy. It makes fun of hair bands, rock ‘n’ roll and the 1980s.

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Great, funny show.


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Jun 13

Churchill War Rooms

And now we’re going to get historical and nerdy. I hope you’ll indulge me.

Today we visited the highly regarded and “You must go see” the Churchill War Rooms. Here’s the entrance, which is little more than a landing and a staircase underground. This is where Winston Churchill met with his war leaders during World War II. This was where the British ran their war from 1939 until 1945. It was reopened by Margaret Thatcher in 1984.

Generals and high ranking civilians and Royal Marines worked and lived down there. Previously it was a basement store, but was converted in 1938. Churchill’s name is on the name of the place, but he actually didn’t like it.

This is the first thing you see, is this authentic 500-pound German bomb. During 1940, in the height of the Blitz, the roof of the underground workspace was augmented with a steel-reinforced concrete layer. People in the area had no idea.

The tour is self-guided. They give you the device with the keypad and speaker and you just listen and linger at your own speed. I lingered slowly. Here is the cabinet room. They’d all meet here. That oak chair in the center back was where Churchill sat:

These rooms, with few exceptions, returned to storage after the war. But they were meticulously restored for museum purposes. Someone thought to take highly detailed photographs when the war room was still in service and the Imperial War Museums rebuilt the entire facility. It feels incredibly immersive, too.

This little room was the living quarters of Brendan Bracken, the minister of information. Bracken founded the modern Financial Times and was briefly the First Lord of the Admiralty. George Orwell worked for him. Bracken was the inspiration for Big Brother. He died of cancer in 1958.

This was Sir Edward Bridges’ room. A captain in World War I, Bridges became a senior official in the British civil service. After the war he was named Permanent Secretary to the Treasury and Head of the Home Civil Service. He was knighted in 1965 and died four years later, at 77.

Clementine Churchill, the prime minister’s wife, slept here. This feels about diagonally opposite of his room.

Other bedrooms belonged to Maj. Sir Desmond Morton (who was shot in the heart during World War I and still served, with the bullet lodged inside him), Cdr. Tommy Thompson and others. Secretaries and others working in the war rooms carried sheets with them and slept wherever they found a space.

This is an authentic map hanging in the Chiefs of Staff conference room. Note the Hitler graffiti.

Speaking of maps, try this one, which marked the battle lines. Just to the west of those white pins, about three-quarters up their path, is where my great-grandfather was wounded in the Battle of the Bulge.

Here’s the code for that map:

This map was in the map convoy room. This is the eastern seaboard section of a world map that ran the width of the room. Each day the location of Allied convoys were updated here. Note the hundreds of pinholes.

Some of the original electrical equipment:

Some of the keys that ran the joint:

Keys for these doors were there. But you don’t really know what these rooms were for. Some mysteries remain secret:

And now some kitchen shots. This is where all of the food was made for the people in the war rooms:

I went back, after our own snack lunch in the museum’s cafeteria, to take these individual shots. A group of students were working their way through. One said “I thought Churchill was rich?”

Time changes perspective on a lot of things.

Right after them came a group of six older folks. One said “We had one of those. Do you remember those?” Another, looking at this black stove, said “We had three of those. One was for the help.”

See those three stacked cans on the shelf? That was corn beef sold by Libby, McNeill & Libby, an American concern. They were founded in Chicago in the 19th century and were also canning fruits and vegetables by the time war broke out. By 1960 Libby’s had annual revenues of $296 million. As with everything, there have been corporate changes. Swift & Company sold to Seneca Foods in 1982. Nestlé picked it up a few years later. Then, just before the turn of the century came ConAgra to take over canned meats. The nectar side of the business was picked up by Tequesta Foods three years ago.

And they’re sitting there in the British war rooms kitchen. Corned beef in the famous trapezoidal can. That wasn’t what Churchill ate. He preferred prime rib.

Ronuk has been around since at least 1908. You can see a lot of old newspaper ads here. They are still around.

Tea? I’d just like everything to be labeled like this, please.

Bread? Not a big fan of the drop shadow font here. I wonder how authentic that is to the time. Anyone?

Whitbread started as a brewery in 1742 on the outskirts of London. They got in to coffee and then at the start of the 21st century dropped beer and pubs for the hotel and restaurant industry.

Sand. For fires and such:

A propaganda poster in one of the secretarial areas:

A scramble phone in one of the bedrooms:

This wax mannequin is manning the radio system. From here the prime minister could speak to the BBC and, thus, the world:

And here’s where Churchill delivered those speeches. This was his room and office. Supposedly the items here are authentic. When they closed the war rooms this was one of the few areas that were left untouched.

That’s Churchill’s bed. But he seldom stayed there. Hated it, remember? Had to put on the brave British front. He actually watched the London bombings from the roof above. History records that Churchill spent three nights here. And countless naps. The man loved his naps.

The man also loved his maps. Here’s a legend he kept in his room:

This clocked in at 1,000 words and 31 pictures. And there’s still more to go for the day …