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Monday, February 8, 2016

A Beautiful Day At School

A collection of jumbled thoughts...
It was a beautiful morning and there was a promise of a beautiful day. The sun came up over the neighbor's big white barn, or as we call it, the movie screen, across the road.
There was a hint of frost on the grass but the promise of sun and the weatherman claiming highs in the 60's prompted me to button the liner in my leather jacket and ride my motorcycle to work.
It wouldn't start.
Well actually, it started and when I took the choke off it died.
I should have walked out to the shop and kicked over the Triumph. Two kicks, well... two really good kicks, would have brought that old girl to life. However, it was not properly polished and I do hate to ride a dirty Triumph.
I took the car.
I spent the day cleaning flower beds.
I really don't get my job.
I pruned a "weeping white pine" into an interesting shape. Actually, it looks like a scarecrow. I think I'll prop a face on it tomorrow.
I found a slightly flat basketball in the shrubbery.
I discovered you can make a basketball levitate with a really powerful leaf blower.
I discovered that if you buy low thread count leggings in the fall when you are skinny and then continue wearing them when you have put on a few extra pounds in the winter, people can tell if you are wearing underwear.
Finding out the girls were wearing underwear has been a great relief to me. I worry about things like good hygiene.
I watched kids go by with backpacks who looked like they were concentrating and I kept thinking of this song lyric.

"Jammin' our heads full of figures and angles and tellin' us stuff that we already know"

Two of my work study students went by and waved at me. I was wearing headphones and attempted to make a joke by "duckwalking" with my rake as a fake guitar but the guy turned away just as it did it so I just looked silly.

A girl who I don't know caught me throwing the basket ball in the air and trying to catch it with the air from my leaf blower. She thought this was hilarious.
I hope no one reports me.

I'm not very good at my job but I wave at everyone and am always happy help when I'm asked. I suspect this will be adequate. 

I read up on robbing banks at lunch time. I don't think I would make a good bank robber. I'd probably feel guilty and want to give the money back...

I came home and worked on the grain drill. I wish I made enough money I only needed to have one job. I would have really cool hobbies.

I would love to turn the pieces of the BSA 250 I bought years ago into a mini Cafe Racer. I won't.
I want to build a Plinth for my Dual 1019.
I figured out how to machine bearings for the old Fairchild tonearm I got from MuddyValley. I think I can cut down a tiny drill bit for the bearings and turn out a mounting spindle on the lathe. 
I'd hook the lathe I know how to use, back up to a line shaft.
I'd sell my grain drill out of state. Or give it to a young farmer.
I'd get rid of a lot of junk...
I'd eat the goats...
I'd ride my motorcycle...
Anyone with a spare 1.2 million dollars may contribute. This blog would be interesting!!!
(for a change)

Friday, February 5, 2016

3D Tractor progress

It is called a metal earth 3D laser cut model made by
It's a bit tedious.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

A rainy day and I get un-jimpacted

A short post because my MacBook pro won't start up. I call it semi-pro, perhaps I should downgrade it to amateur
But I digress...
It is raining, actually pouring.
We discussed diversity for an hour at the morning meeting.
So far, every other grounder has either texted me or thanked me in person.
One hour out of the rain is taking happiness where you find it.
So... I'm working on a flower bed in the pouring rain. I get mixed up on a simple pruning situation. Because my brain is failing. So I get in the passenger side of my cart and attempt to look it up on the internet.
Of course the phone won't work because my fingers are wet.
I look to my right.
My supervisor has walked across the grass and around the building to ask me what I'm doing.
I show him my phone.
I say, this looks bad doesn't it...
He says yes, someone will complain to me later.
I look at him. He is soaking wet.
I think I am no longer "Jimpated"
Later I told the Hispanic guys who have been training me and they laughed at me, then the whole break room laughed at me and started giving me info on secret warm and dry places to play with my phone...

I could add that the plant I was looking up was Oregon Grape and it's a weed. I wanted to see if I could get it to go up and not out and if it would do bushy at the cuts. This is a dumb question and I did not want to reinforce my incompetence to other groundskeepers.

Now it will be brought up by the super in morning meeting and everyone will laugh at him for not knowing what to do with the plant.

The joys of a real job...

UPdate: and then I heard the blare of a car horn. I jumped. It was my wife with a metal water bottle of scalding hot coffee and chocolate. A handwarmer.

I felt loved...

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

I 've been "Jimpacked"

Personal Development day has arrived at last and my life has been changed for the better!
There has been excited talk in the break room about this event for weeks. Everyone wants to be challenged, encouraged, and just generally feel really good about the school and the whole core values concept that we all support and care about.
Sustainablity and diversity are much better than tired old catch phrases like "Equality, Liberty, and Fraternity" or "Give me Liberty or Give me death," or even "Old Tippacanoe and Tyler Too," although I do have a soft spot for 52-40 or was that "54-40 or fight,"  or was it "if I were 52 I'd be a deck?"
But I digress...
This is a year of no raises, short budgets, and no field trips so it was a wonderful break to get Mr. Jim Smith Jr. as a motivational speaker. 
Mr. Jim, who claim's "Energy" is his middle name, gave us a rousing pep talk and encouraged us to broaden our horizons.
The "if you are afraid of height's then jump out of a plane," school of motivational speaking has long been a favorite of mine.
It is a lot better than that old 1948 book, "How to stop worrying and start living," by Dale Carnegie that I've listened to on MP3 three times but then lost when iTunes upgraded and I can't find again...
See, I'm kind of negative guy and being told four times (after three close family members died in two months) that bereavement time is not vacation time, I may have been just a little on the peckish side.
But, just knowing that the college was spending top dollars to make us all feel good about ourselves (and reinforce core values of Diversity and Sustainability) made me forget my woes and shake everyone's hand that I could find.
I even did a couple hi-fives. I tried to hug a couple co-workers but they said they were not quite ready for that one yet. I said, push your horizons and show vulnerabilty and I'm thinking they will come around soon.
I'll trying hugging more people tomorrow.
But I was challenged. I'd even go as far as to say I've been "Jimpacted," (unless that phrase is trademarked
Here I was thinking that if I would have wanted to take risks and challenge myself I would have taken a high paying sales position, or driven truck, or done any number of jobs that would have given me more stress and higher pay. Frankly, I could have stayed a farmer and just borrowed more money.
But no, I opted out, I wanted a steady paycheck, free tuition for my daughter, insurance, retirement and a simple job close to home. I expected to work hard and to learn what it takes to do a good job as a groundskeeper. I wasn't thinking about getting much of a raise, I never expected the opportunity to be in management (even if I wanted to) and I thought I really don't need to talk to anyone outside my fellow groundskeeping crew members.
Now, I know that I've been holding myself back... The sky is the limit baby! In fact, that is even wrong, why set a ceiling? To Infinity and beyond. Heck, I'm ready to sell AmWay, Conklin, and Metaluka (or whatever the vitamin sale company is)
I picked up a lot of great catch-phrases like "Jimpacted," and a little bit of that watered down American Christianity with a faint hint of evangelicalism that we all do love. AND I got to hear him mention each one of his books which were of course, "on sale at the back table..."
As he ran around the room and challenged us to share our goals and dreams and be part of a team I just felt my whole world expand. I see my job in a new light.
I don't see weeds and leave blowing and lawn mowing as job, a task, a drudgery, NO! it is an opportunity, today grad green tomorrow the world!
I was able to reveal hopes and dreams to random strangers because being vulnerable and sharing and I do feel special, and boy howdy! we all are special.
The day was capped by the individual training classes. I had a good one one on conflict management which I needed to rationalize myself though the next JIMmpacted session and avoid another trip to HR. I wish I would have saved the speaker's handout but I drew rude cartoons on it and had to throw it away. He had a good acronym which gave rules for presenting and communicating about conflict. I am kind of frustrated that I can't remember half of it cause it was useful.
Lunch was healthy sandwiches with not much meat. I sure hope it was all non-GMO. I should have looked more closely. I got to meet a few more people which was nice because I wasn't required to talk about anything awkward and I could just get to know them in a natural manner.
After lunch we got diversity programming.
I'm so inspired by that section that it requires a whole separate blog post. Perhaps I will have calmed down a bit by then.
I tell you what...
I thought that being a groundskeeper and spending the day with full ear protection would just give me a little peace and quiet and give me a break from interacting with annoying people. After all, the secret to happiness is not telling all your personal information to every Tom, Dick and Harry you run into on the street but rather, CONTROLLED ACCESS...
But, I have been re-educated.
(I'm so not ready for the corporate world...)
(Another stream of consciousness post. You can proof read it yourself)

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Monday, February 1, 2016

Tractor progress

I only have the patience to work on it for  a half hour at a time.
It occupies me ar Lunch.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Another successful engine swap

Here is the second Hercules military engine converted to White tractor Hercules.
Actually this was a Continental. But they appear to be identical.
This one was more difficult as the cam gear was pressed on instead of threaded.
Seems to have a slight miss at low rpm when cold.
The first swap appears to have gained noticeable horsepower increase.
This engine now runs at 2500 rpm. We got the injector pump rebuilt and they set the pump up a bit. I think I will set the throttle stop down to 2200 or 2300 rpm.

Note: I'm having trouble replying to comments again. I'm back to using my phone.

I also have trouble keeping up with other people's blogs. I apologize. Im Too cheap to upgrade laptop.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Another post about what is wrong with the world

Why I hate people from Portland. 

Why I don't hang out with progressives. 
Here are comments I copied off of an article relating a cross put up to mark the spot where a pretty none offensive grandfatherly type person was shot. The unbelievable hypocrisy of people who think cops are horrible when a member of their favorite group is shot, but applaud when same police standards are also applied to a group who they don't like. 
It is especially amazing when this group is basically non threatening. They don't loot, they occupy a non important building in the middle of nowhere they don't disrupt traffic during rush hour and they are kind of old.
Ironically... I saw a post on my Facebook page from a  "friend" who was decrying the destruction of the Centennial Mills building in Portland Oregon. They were quite upset about this destruction of a historic building. The destruction was approved by the Portland Development council. They waxed quite poetic on the subject.
Imagine how one would feel if it was your OWN land that had been condemned and appropriated by the gubment. Or it was your ranch targeted for acquisition by the BLM. Total insanity.
Not to annoy anyone I like but here is an example...

 I have farmed a piece of property for most of my life. It has been sold to a quasi gubment agency so that they can create a wildlife sanctuary to offset their damage to the environment from killing salmon in their fish ladders.
I find it so absolutely offensive and absurd I start sputtering when I try to talk about it. Promoting an overpopulation of Elk so you can kill salmon is an inane idea. Plus, it is really a land grab by the Feds and it is administrated by the local Soil and Water Conservation district. It pisses me off so much I won't call the administrator back even though he is my friend (as much as anyone who works for the gubment can be your "friend") and even though I really need the money.
I really don't want to ever set foot on the property again, once it is owned by the "gubment." This idea that it is "our" land is a lie. It is in fact... The Kings Forest...
Anyway, here are the comments.

Here is a link to the article (Click Here)

No one finds great sport in making fun of the mentally or physically handicapped ( unless you are named Trump) and in a small way I do feel sorry for the seditionists in Malheur. I guess I was more concerned with their training and tactical abilities to hurt some of my friends in law enforcement. I see now how foolish I was to think that a bunch of indoctrinated two legged cows would ever be a threat to them.  It is obvious that they, and all like them, arent tactically capable of seizing a toilet. I do so hope that the next nutjob seditionist rectal probing wads have a bit more training and ability than some fat alcoholics or a couple of child molesters. Fake marines, drug busted bloats, child abusers, thieves of all stripe, wife beaters....hey..bring em on.  Thats the new engraving on the Statue of Liberty of the western states. Y'all best get yo sheit in one sock most rikki tik.

You know when I saw the picture associated with this story I stopped what I was doing (cleaning out my sink traps) and I played a sad song with the worlds tiniest violin. After five seconds I stopped that and went back to my life. I am much happier now.
james james

james james
better start building the "Memorial to the slain Patriot"....HOGWASH   there is no honor in this place...none... a criminal was attempted to be apprehended and caused his own death through resistance to arrest and carrying a loaded firearm after threatening harm if law enforcement dared to interfere in his rights as a sovereign citizen....  is there a monument to McVeigh... hardly

This man was and is NO hero... to anyone....

Cripe.  Selective reading of the Constitution, and now even selective eyesight.  The mentality...  "blatant murder."  Good God.  It was a tragedy anyone had to die here, but people who keep trying to create their own facts, and threaten further violence are themselves the problem.


I do so hope they video the takedown of that pig faced seditionist Sean Anderson...who was last seen doing the grizzly bear dance with his sow. Watch him whine and squeal and snivel like the coward he is as the steel bracelets are put on his wrists. "Armageddon...come get some...KILL THEM" to quote the obese alcoholic convict. You will be a convicted felon Fat boy..all your bang bang toys taken away never to you realize the level of your insipid stupidity yet?


@deweyknowhow speaking of the dance video, which one had the beard?


Yeah..I originally thought he was dancing with Cavalier too.   Would have been prescient huh...lmfao

I thought Lavoy was a Mormon.  They don't use crosses.  This must be some seditious wag trying to discredit him.

Tasteful, at least. Unfortunately, when the 3% arrives, they'll set up a kiosk to sell their really kewl merch.


The three percenters original patch added two roman numerals to the outlaw biker one percent patch..worn by Hells Angels, Bandidos et al.  Someone informed them of that marketing no-no.  


@Grambles Sean Anderson has about $1000 worth of 3% wear on his facebook page.  He's like a sports fan covered in his favorite team and was so excited that they held open tryouts that he drove all the way from Wisconsin for his chance to become a pro!


Let's see who donates and how much for the defense of these seditionist scum. Some New York or Texas lawyer will certainly look for the publicity. It ain't gonna be Cloven hooved Bundy down in the desert..hell he can't afford to pay his grazing fees..( but there IS that lucre he got from the telling of his story!)  Let's see if old Cloven hooved Bundy makes the trail to the court house. ..dont hold yer breath now! Let's see if there will be more Tim McVeighs or Jerad Millers or any number of just as unstable people getting on that wagon train to hell.

Some of my neighbors take legal risks routinely.  By that I mean they break various laws, while intoxicated....use illegal recreational drugs...shoot big game on their wive's or 80 year-old mothers license....regularly drive far over the speed limit....and so on.  You know...all those pesky little laws that just hinder a persons personal freedom of choice.  When these folks get caught...they squeal like gut-shot pigs and characterize the Game and Fish as "bullys" or the State police as "unfair" ...or the city cop as "setting me up"....or they simply boast about their law breaking and demonize government for setting these "unreasonable rules".  I hear it everyday at the bar or coffee table in our neighborhood here in Northern Idaho.  This truly bizarre and totally wingnut thinking takes on a false righteousness...a result of group folks cuss and discuss LE or laws in general.  Everyone joins in and pretty soon everyone at the in the group is smug, and come to believe they are truly justified in routinely breaking laws.   After all....everyone does it...everyone at the table and in the neighborhood thinks the laws are "unreasonable" and "not fair" and "limit our ability to enjoy our lives." 

It appears to me that this is what has happened in the LaVoy Finicum case.  Even after they clamored for the FBI to release a video....even after the FBI released an unedited video.....even after it is plainly obvious that Finicum refused to follow instructions and sped off....even after they can see him charge out of the vehicle, put his hands down twice....even after the Oregon State Patrol says they observed him to make a threatening motion as though to reach for his inside pocket....even though Finicum had a loaded handgun in that pocket....even though everyone has heard and saw Finicum threatening to use his weapons against authority....they still don't believe the FBI, the State Police or the video.  It isn't  really a disbelief in the FBI or LE in general....I think their contesting the facts has more  to do with a population who who routinely break laws...and never ever take personal responsibility or are ever truly honest and admit they are in fact the problem.  I think most of the folks stating Finicum was unfairly killed...whether they use the word "murder" or "execution"  simply won't or are unable to accept that there is law and order in the world.  They  break the law without consequences so often that they have come to view the application of law to be "unfair"...or "wrong"....or "overreach"....regardless of the circumstances.  


Leader of the scumbag cowards who slashed the tires of Sheriff Ward's wife.   This is how make believe Marine scumbag cowards fight their battles.   They sneak around and harass women and children.

Bet it wasn't placed there by the mother of his eleven children who threw him out before he joined forces with Bundy or the 12 children he enslaved. 


@Avalon Actually they were "foster children", paid for by the feds that he so despised. Basically the man was a white slaver, using these people for cheap labor at his ranch.
Ben Gauzzy

Ben Gauzzy
Goodness.  A religious symbol on private property.  Let's hope no one is killed because of this.

Sandra Longley

Sandra Longley
just wondering if Greg Walden is thinking about giving the bundy gang that pardon they are begging for..nay-they won't have any money eft to donate to him
Sandra Longley

Sandra Longley
up at tumalo falls out of bend some calif.tourist family carved their name in the wooden handrail and posted it on FB..oregon went right after those don't mess with our lands in oregon, cause we will get you good

Eagle Strike

Eagle Strike
I suggest that some of you start keeping a diary of this ongoing standoff.
Day 27: "Standoff continues, I spent 13 hours on comment forum and donated $10 to the water shed. I'm exhausted, but I will hold my ground.  One dead so far. Gotta go"


@Eagle Strike what makes you think we're not here in Burns, or killing time at a roadblock, waiting for your hero / mancrushes to bring their worthless carcasses out?
Eagle Strike

Eagle Strike
It has been weird the number of people focusing on the death of the cowboy.  The fascination and after 4 weeks, there's 10 articles about now.  


He wasn't a "Cowboy."  He was a poser.  A moocher.
I grew up in Arizona, on a real cattle ranching reservation.
Honestly, Mormons get real weird when left to their own devices in remote areas. Completely different than normal urban and suburban Mormons.


We were told from the pulpit in our suburban LDS ward that Temple Garments stop bullets.