Music Sadness

Things go downhill from 1996. 😦

The Disney I remember had this kind of thing

Blasket Islands music

A video I found outlining some of the folk music from the Blasket Islands.  It’s neat to hear where some music comes from, giving a rich perspective to Irish music.

Uilleann reed gouger and profiler machines

Found something that I’ve been hoping for, but egads! way too much money:

Looks like they are fixing to develop gougers and profilers for uilleann pipe application, viewing the comments.  Here’s a vid of the profiler:

It would be nice if these guys actually do something for uilleann pipe reeds.  The setup seems to be very compatible to different measurements, just change the head or bed, and you’re ready to roll in seconds!  This would be a major time-saver for the reedmaking process.

Hil, you’ve got to go, too.

acting like you don’t know and the committee shouldn’t be putting the fire under your butt isn’t helping.

Turkey Flies

I found something that I should get or tie just to say that I did.  If I caught a fish with this one, that should deserve a gold medal.

http://westwaterproducts.com/turkeysingle.html

I bet fish will gobble this one

Quack!

 

People win vs. TSA

tsagrumpycat

and the link

A Christmas Carol Reading: I discover that I must be a monster

So, for some reason I felt the urge to start reading A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.  I guess I viewed myself viewing Dickens during one of his reading performances, and put myself in a sort of scene as in the Doctor Who episode The Unquiet Dead.  As I was reading this, I started to laugh at Dickens’ emphasis that Marley was certainly dead:

Marley was dead: to begin with.  There is no doubt whatever about that.  The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner.  Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.  Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Mind!  I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail.  I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade.  But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for.  You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Scrooge knew he was dead?  Of course he did. How could it be otherwise?  Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t know how many years.  Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend and sole mourner.  And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain.

The mention of Marley’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from.  There is no doubt that Marley was dead.

Either I have been overused to reading this during my school days and didn’t really lend myself to much imagination when reading this, or Dickens had a good sense of humor, or I am a monster.

Fathers and Sons: Passing on Traditions

One of the cool things I get to do when I’m out fishing is watching other fathers bring their sons out to the water to experience fishing.  I can think of no better memorial to the sport than the passing on of the tradition of fishing from a father to a son or daughter.  It’s not uncommon to see a 7-9 year old son out with his father in hip waders casting his line out in the water.  I had a chance to view a dad with a couple of his boys on Christmas Eve morning.  What a wonderful way to spend time with the family!

I remember seeing my own son’s eyes light up when he started reeling in a little pumpkin seed bluegill on his Spider Man rod, then shortly after distracted by the also time-honored tradition of throwing rocks in the water.  It is usually times like that when I remember my own father’s patience with me, and taking me up at my own game and casting rocks right along side of me.  Each child comes at their own pace, and each come to love the sport in their own fashion, but the process is the same.

Americans never give up your guns – English pravda.ru

A very good and insightful article from Pravda.  Keep this in mind as you read:  Pravda was the official news platform for the Soviet Republic.  The perspective from history is unique.

Americans never give up your guns – English pravda.ru.

This is the quote to take home:

Do not be fooled by a belief that progressives, leftists hate guns. Oh, no, they do not. What they hate is guns in the hands of those who are not marching in lock step of their ideology. They hate guns in the hands of those who think for themselves and do not obey without question. They hate guns in those whom they have slated for a barrel to the back of the ear.

So, do not fall for the false promises and do not extinguish the light that is left to allow humanity a measure of self respect.

This is not conspiracy theorist stuff– this is real.  They are after our guns, and it is up to you to defend your God-given rights, and your liberty.

Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety. 

–Benjamin Franklin