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Forty seven years ago today, a strange man who went by the name “Tiny Tim” was at the Clinton County fairgrounds in Plattsburgh, NY.

A wire report from the next day read

Tiny Tim Joins N. Y. Jaycee Unit

PLATTSBURGH, N.Y. AP — Tiny Tim, the long haired, falsetto-voiced singing star, eagerly signed an application card for a local Jaycee unit Wednesday and was promptly accepted as a member. The performer was rehearsing for an appearance at the Clinton County fair when he was approached by several Jaycees who suggested he join the organization. “His wife filled out the card,” said Sgt. Gary Flaherty, an Army recruiter who is president of the local chapter, “and Tiny Tim signed it.”

I don’t remember whether I saw him – memory says yes, but memory is funny.

Documented from the August 6 papers here and here (lower right corner).  Unfortunately, I can’t find the text of the (almost) unreadable Press-Republican story online.

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If you are using sharp kitchen tools – a mandolin, for instance – keep your fingers away from the sharp parts. Otherwise you can end up with a bandaid on your index finger.

Or so I’ve heard.

My other revelation from the evening is Lip Blam, useful for when you’re shooting your mouth off.

Sunday morning, January first 2017, started off foggy. 

That makes for a good year for headlight manufacturers and body shops – not for me, just in general. 

Sunday ended with me winning (through no fault of my own) a fantasy football league I didn’t want to join. 

Thanks, Mark

Monday morning, January second, starts out foggy again. I’d like to make a prediction about how this year is going to turn out, but the crystal ball is, predictably, foggy. 

When the nurse asks you which arm you want the tetanus shot in,  there are consequences when you sleep on your side. 

It all started innocently enough, just a regular day-after-Christmas organ delivery. While releasing a tie-down, I got a scrape that needed to be band-aided. My last tetanus shot was about 8 and a half years ago, so it was time. 

Show up at the doctor’s office at my scheduled time (missing work), and they tell me I can’t do it because I haven’t seen the doctor in over 6 months. Wish they would have known that when I made the appointment. I do mention in passing that I could get it at an urgent care place without having seen their doctor, but to no avail. 

The Little Clinic at Kroger filled the bill (with an upsell to include diptheria and pertussis – whooping cough). No reaction, so all is well. 

It could have been weller had they mentioned that if I was a side sleeper, I should get the shot on the ceiling-facing shoulder to avoid a few nights’ discomfort. They didn’t, and I didn’t think of it.

All is well. Still,  note to self . . . 

Today I turned 57.  A lot of varieties, a lot of years.

Instead of a maudlin post about how great it’s been (I thought of that) or how bad it’s been (less thought there) or remembering people, I decided to do another round of sayings that I found interesting.  Previous entries here, here, here, here, and here.

Sep 14: Don’t buy the house, buy the neighborhood

Oct 14: Too many rules are legalism.  Too much grace is enabling.

Nov 14: There is no substitute for genuine lack of preparation

Dec 14: The best thing about getting lost is what you find while you are there

Jan 15: Don’t tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon

Feb 15: Learning binary is as easy as 01, 10, 11

Mar 15: I’ll have a piece of cake.  It’s gotta be somebody’s birthday somewhere.

Apr 15: Don’t anthropomorphize computers – they hate that

May 15: Water pressure doesn’t matter if the faucet is closed

Jun 15: Green is not a creative color

Jul 15: You can write FORTRAN in any language

Aug 15: There are two kinds of people in this world: those who can extrapolate from incomplete data

Sep 15: Anything can happen in the next half hour

Oct 15: Each snowflake in an avalanche pleads not guilty

Nov 15: I have OCD and ADD. Things have to be perfect, but only for a couple seconds.

Dec 15: One candle loses nothing by lighting another

Jan 16: If you don’t like change, you’re going to HATE irrelevance

Feb 16: If you can’t play with words, what good are they?

Mar 16: There is no failure, only learning

Apr 16: We prepare for glory by failing until we don’t

May 16: Fools ignore complexity.  Pragmatists suffer it.  Some can avoid it.  The wise remove it.

Jun 16: The best of men is a man at best

Jul 16: The river is calm. There may still be crocodiles.

No, this is not some strange yoga position.  Nor is it about calling the Republicans to be more vocal (though there are some RINOs that are plenty loud).

I use a CPAP machine to help maintain my breathing through sleep apnea.  I have been doing it for 1001 days, according to the cool SleepyHead software by which I monitor myself at much closer intervals than the office’s six-month checkups.

CPAP machines have a hose by which they deliver air to your face.  The hose is a little bigger around than a Hula Hoop’s tube, and much more flexible. It is also connected at both ends, since they haven’t figured out how to deliver air wirelessly.  Yet.

I used to have the hose running down past my chin, tucked under me as I slept, and that worked fairly well. hose down  Not perfectly, mind you – I would wake up several times a night because the hose had shifted, or the weight was pulling it away from my face.

I didn’t want to get a hose stand – I don’t want more clutter. hose stand

What I came up with, after reading about other technologies, was to turn the world upside down.  Make the hose go up, almost like a snorkel tube. hose up I tuck it between the headboard and mattress.  It stays out of my way, and I sleep better.

 

 

 

So I grant to the world the name “Trumpeting Elephant” as a great description of an existing method.  Long may it roar!

trumpeting elephant

 

Way back in the day, my favorite car was the Honda City.  Not the new-fangled thing they call by the same name, but the original urban car.

Honda City

I remember it being much cooler looking, but it was definitely a small car.  I may have been influenced by my friend Steve’s little Honda

honda600 b

That’s not Steve (he’s taller).  The picture does show the size of the car.  Steve also had a Volkswagen Thing (in orange, like this one)

Volkswagen Thing

that had detachable doors.  But I digress.

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It isn’t that I am not thankful – I am.  It’s just that my car hasn’t gone a million miles – and it won’t.

After twenty years and two hundred and fifty thousand miles, I have parked my car.  It is my intention to never drive it again.  It has done me well, but it’s over.

quarter million

My brother posted a nice entry on talking to an electronic friend by voice.  It’s strange that we think that a phone call is more personal than email, as if it was the “good old days”.  Still, I understand and agree.  It is definitely higher bandwidth than text or email.

At the bottom of his post, Mark has a link to Sugarloaf’s “Don’t call us”.  Fun song, and haven’t heard it in a while.  I listened to the whole thing.

Youtube has links to other videos on every page, and one of the ones that popped up for me was the Dave Clark Five.  Which reminded me of this episode, that I can’t find documented anywhere else.

The local big AM station is WLW.  Many years ago, they were running a contest – well, not so much a contest as a give-away with a terribly easy question at the beginning.  I heard this as I was driving.

DJ: How many people were in the Dave Clark Five?

Caller (who happened to be female): Detroit.

They were flabbergasted, understandably.  They asked her to calm down and listen to the question.  She got it in just two tries.

There are some days when I feel astonishingly, extremely normal.

It’s a race.

My car vs. rust.  My car vs. leaking oil.  My car vs. a cheap muffler.

And yet, it keeps on going.

249000

I figure in about six weeks it will cross the quarter-million mile mark.  In about three weeks it will cross the twenty-years-of-ownership mark.

Yes, it’s down a cylinder, and I need to add a couple quarts of oil a week.  It’s still a fun car to drive.

Acura, you done good.