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May 21

The saying of the week

The weekend felt the appropriate length. It wasn’t too long, but it didn’t fly right by, you know? It was almost just right. Good porridge!

That’s not a saying, and you wonder why. It seems positively continental. ‘How was the train ride?’ Good porridge! ‘Did you see what the PM said?’ Good porridge!

Anyway, casual Friday evening. We had a spaghetti, with a tasteful, understated sauce. On Saturday we went for a bike ride. Warm sun! New roads! Positively misbehaving bike!

It just came back from the bike shop, where they put on a new chain and cables and a front derailleur. Mine was rusted solid and wouldn’t go from the big ring to the little ring. Only a problem on the big hills. And, after nine days in the shop, the bike was ready to ride, even if my legs weren’t. And I could swap from the big ring to the little ring with the satisfying KERRRRRRCHUNK that really signals “the bike shop put the good components on here.” (They did not.) But now I couldn’t swap from the little ring to the big ring. That’s only a problem after the big hills, which is why I was behind my lovely bride all day.

It was a nice few hours on the bike.

KERRRRRRCHUNK.

And so it was that we found ourselves on a new road and a detour sign. I rode up ahead to see if it was passable by bike. I saw a nice lady standing out there doing traffic stuff. Talk about a lonely job. This road was well out in the countryside and she was a quarter mile or so behind this sign.

And the construction was well down the road and out of site from where she was stationed. But she was hoping to go home soon. It was about that time in the afternoon and we had 21 miles yet to go …

It was slow, so of course I want to go back again and see if I can do it faster. But first I have to take my bicycle back to the bike shop.

Yesterday we watched a virtual bike race and then sat out under the shade of a giant umbrella and enjoyed a warm early-summer day and took a pleasant walk and turned a nice day into a relaxing evening. Good porridge!

And so we wrap up our start of the week by the routine check-in with the kitties. Poseidon enjoyed a long nap in this box on the cat tree yesterday:

And we see Phoebe here lounging on a buffet table:

Cat rules, so often- and so well-obeyed, must be a complete and total mystery to a cat. You can’t be on those elevated surfaces over there, because the big hairless cats get the bottle with the water, but these other surfaces, sure why not?

So rational are we, what must they think of us?

I’ll ask them. Maybe they’ll me this week. Maybe they’ve been trying to tell us for ages. They surely do chatter away a lot.

And so, it seems, have I. More tomorrow. I’ve got it all planned out and everything!

First you check me out on Twitter and then surf over Instagram. And did you know that Phoebe and Poseidon have an Instagram account? Phoebe and Poe have an Instagram account. See them, and then come back here tomorrow!


21
May 21

New photos adorn the website

It’s another new look Friday here on the website. The little minion that runs the joint — in a word, me — has updated the photos on the front page. The general theme is something akin to this photo.

And if you click that photo another tab will open in your browser and you can see all of the nice new art. Also, I’ve made minor changes to the text there. But, really, the pictures are the nicest part of it. They will stay on the front page for about three weeks, until it’s time to freshen the thing up once more.

A system is now in place, you see. A pipeline has been built. An efficient workflow has been developed.

Until one day when I forget to make the requisite changes. Then it’s simply c’est la vie.

Quiet day on campus. Everyone was in summer weekend mode already, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

But this happened today:

And that’s big, substantial, news for the fall term.

Also, I did this:

And some other stuff, too, but mostly a quiet day.

Also, meet Col. Ralph Puckett Jr.

What you can’t get in a tweet: then-1st. Lieutenant Puckett was serving in an occupation garrison on Okinawa when the fighting in Korea broke out. He volunteered to join this new Ranger unit, the first since World War 2. He didn’t get the job, so he volunteered to serve in the unit beneath his status. He so impressed the brass that they gave him command of the company.

He drew his soldiers from the roster of cooks, clerks, and mechanics — people who’d gone through basic training, but generally served in non-combat capacities — and drilled them for five weeks, and then they were Rangers. He had 57 American Rangers and Korean soldiers with him when he took this little hill. As President Biden said in the ceremony today, “The intelligence briefing indicated that there were 25,000 Chinese troops in the area.”

They fought off battalion-sized attacks all night. He was wounded by mortars and grenades. His Rangers refused his order to leave him behind. It took about a year for Puckett to recover from his wounds, during which time Army doctors thought, for months, they’d have to amputate his foot.

You know that dramatic scene in war movies where the guy in charge calls in artillery right on top of his position? Puckett did that several times on that frozen November night in 1950.

He was offered a medical discharge, but he continued to serve, and even fought in Vietnam, where he earned his second Distinguished Service Cross. He also wears two Silver Stars, two Legions of Merit, two Bronze Stars with V device for valor, five Purple Hearts and ten Air Medals.

Also at the ceremony today was South Korean President Moon Jae-in, apparently the first foreign leader to attend such a service. He said “From the ashes of the Korean War we came back and that was thanks to the war veterans who fought for Korea’s peace and freedom. The Republic of Korea and the U.S. alliance was forged in blood from heroes (and) has become a linchpin of peace and prosperity on the Korean peninsula and beyond. Col. Puckett and his fellow warriors are a link that thoroughly binds Korea and the U.S. together.”

And, to tell you what his fellow Rangers think of him, Col. Puckett was in their inaugural Hall of Fame class.

One of his soldiers was at the ceremony, as well, and yesterday he recalled the man that turned him into a Ranger. “Puckett impressed me. If you made a mistake, you would do 50 pushups, and he would do 50 with you. There is no telling how many a day he did.”

Many years ago now I decided to read all of these stories about men (there remains only one woman to have been awarded the Medal of Honor, the equally admirable Dr. Mary Edwards Walker) who demonstrate such valor. It never disappoints, learning more about these people and their great personal courage and virtue toward their fellow service members. You can do that, too, right here.


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May 21

It must be the shoes — but probably not

I went for a run this evening. Just a short little mile and I am trying to decide if I’m mostly out of shape or if the shoes have already died. I’ve just calculated the mileage in them and … it’s definitely me.

I was hoping it was the shoes.

Anyway, at the top of this little run there’s a pine tree. I think it’s the closest one around.

By this point I have a complicated relationship with pines. You don’t see them much here, compared to their ubiquity at home. It’s a reminder. But just this month when I was visited family I was surrounded by them again and it was … underwhelming. And then there’s all the pine lumber in the garage that I have waiting on me.

Who knew a softwood could be so hard to figure?

Stuff I’ve put on some Twitter accounts I’m running at work. It’s just Twitter, but the content is interesting.

Before my run I sat on the deck. After my run I did that some more. And then after dinner I started working on a little project this evening. I’ll show you some of the finished work in the next days. It will be quite fashion forward. So many projects, so little time to complete them all.


19
May 21

Something for you to listen to here

We had so much to do this week — a week’s summary on Monday and a lot of outdoor wildlife on Tuesday — that we’ve had put off this week’s check-in with the cats until today. Probably the most successful feature on this humble little blog, so let’s get to it.

Phoebe has lately really enjoyed whatever this toy is. We throw it in the air, and she catches it or bats it down. And, now, she … licks it … I guess.

Poseidon has kept his attention on the birds. And the squirrels. And the chipmunks. And the rabbits. And maybe the cicadas. Who knows what he’s looking at here.

I went out for a little run yesterday. It went bad before it started — Not unlike today’s bike ride! — but at least I saw some interesting plant life.

Hand it to those local bike shop bros, though. Ask them to work on three things, get your bike back nine days later and they addressed … at least one of those items. I’m not saying it’s frustrating, but I think you could put those pieces together.

That was a delightful afternoon ride.

I talked with a clinical psychologist this morning about substance use disorder. It was an interesting interview. The tricky part was asking reasonable questions. This is not an area I’ve spent a lot of time in, and I wanted to set up an actual, you know, expert, with some useful softballs.

The hardest part was getting the whole thing down to 30 minutes. Those last 90 seconds or so are always tough. That’s the downside to talking with experts, there’s so much worth hearing.

So click that little play button, and I’ll go find some more people to talk to.

More on Twitter, check me out on Instagram and more On Topic with IU podcasts as well.


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May 21

Some pretty weekend photos

Just filling a normal Tuesday. I did work stuff and taught a student some stuff and wrestled the email beast to the ground for another day and wrote a bunch of tweets and edited some audio and those pictures are sounding pretty good right about now, aren’t they?

So here they are. This is the creek. Looked a little low, but otherwise fine, on Saturday:

And we had lovely weather on Sunday afternoon, so we sat on chairs on the deck and read and watched the birds go by.

The red-headed finches, we noticed, run this joint.

We have an excellent anti-squirrel device on our bird seed holder. Now if only the birds were neater this guy wouldn’t be setting up camp.

Also, why do we call it bird seed? If you plant it they don’t grow into birds.

I said, Mr. Goldfinch, the seeds don’t grow into birds.

We have some nice cardinals around here.

And two chipmunks living in the yard, as well.

The male cardinal is a social butterfly.

A quick search suggests that sentence has never been published on a webpage crawled by Google’s spiders. I wonder if this is the same cardinal. I don’t have a learned enough eye to know.

And, again, every time these little finches come through, whatever birds are here split.

There must be a story there, an ornithological opera of aviary avarice about surly seed stinginess, but we didn’t hear about it Sunday. Unless we did. There was a lot of chirping and birdsong.

Tomorrow: we’ll check in on the cats! And there will be a new podcast for you, as well. And maybe some other things! But you’ll only now if you come back to see.

If you have some more time to kill right now, however, there’s always more on Twitter and check me out on Instagram, too. Speaking of On Topic with IU podcasts, and, oh hey, did you know that Phoebe and Poseidon have an Instagram account? They do. Check them out.