My house in Old Trees appeared on HGTV’s House Hunters:
See if you can spot my old office.
Who Wants To Play “Spot Brian J.’s Old Office”?
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One Ring To Rule Them All
Hey, where have I heard this before?
Imagine–one secure credential that you can use to shop online, bank, even get quick information about what to do during natural disasters or other emergencies.
Good idea? The Obama administration thinks so and announced a plan on Friday to achieve it.
It’s a little thin on details, but the National Strategy for Trusted Identities in Cyberspace envisions a day when people conducting online activity no longer have to rely on passwords, which can be hard to remember or can be hacked.
Instead, people will be able to get a secure credential in the form of a smart card or a USB thumb drive, which will carry their personal information and can be used to authenticate their identity online.
Instead of your papers, please, it will be your plastic, please. Make no mistake, this is a national ID sneaking in the back door.
I know, there are reasonable arguments for a national ID card, but I don’t think they trump the risk of abuse by government officials who would have a great deal of ability to track the citizens. Whether as a matter of policy or simply because bad apples could, they would dip into that data with less innocent intent than proponents would argue.
Thanks, but I’ll stick with using my children’s names as passwords and writing them on Post-It notes so I don’t forget.
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Brian J. Noggle, Treasure Hunter
As you might have gleaned from my recent purchase of Lost Treasure magazine, I’m a little interested in metal detecting. As you might know, Nogglestead abuts the old Wire Road that ran between Springfield and Fayetteville, Arkansas (actually, the whole thing ran from Jefferson Barracks in St. Louis to Fort Smith, Arkansas), which means Cherokee marched on it during the Trail of Tears and Civil War armies on both sides walked up and down it.
So I hope to find something neat on the edge of my property.
And last year, a pin fell out of my rototiller, so I went to Bass Pro Shops and picked up a metal detector to find it after panning and sifting my partially tilled vegetable garden for an hour (and found the pin in seconds where the tiller kicked it under some untilled sod).
I noodled with the metal detector a bit in the yard after finishing the tilling. When I found a signal that produced a long, straight line, I decided to have the utility companies mark my yard, since I assumed I was finding buried utility lines of some sort. They did not, but that still could have meant it was a buried propane line or a buried electrical line from my house or something else. But I know think differently.
I bought a book on metal detecting (which I’m still reading) and a magazine (more recently, which I finished reading). And today, I took my metal detector out and found my first treasure: Continue reading “Brian J. Noggle, Treasure Hunter”
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Good Book Hunting: April 16, 2011
It’s been a while since I’ve posted one of these, but down here in Southwest Missouri, we only get to four or five book fairs a year, which is a good thing, as my bookshelves are collapsing under the weight of the books I own and will never actually read.
Instead of the twice-a-year Friends of the Springfield-Greene County Library book fair or the Friends of the Christian County book fair, this weekend we traveled 41.7 miles to the Friends of the Polk County Library book fair in Bolivar (pronounced as a rhyme to Tolliver, not like the Liberator).
Here’s what I got:
It includes:
- A Matt Helm book, The Ambushers.
- A Shell Scott novel, Kill Me Tomorrow by Richard Prather.
- Four books from a fellow named Ross Thomas, who I hope I like since I suddenly have four of them.
- Two later Mack Bolan titles, Point Position and Vengeance.
- A Robert Heinlein book, The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag.
- The Three Legions, a historical novel of Roman times.
- An honest-to-goodness Horatio Alger story published in 1909.
- An omnibus of three of Rex Stout’s Nero Wolfe novels.
- An Ellery Queen paperback.
- Silent Prey by John Sandford, an early Lucas Davenport title.
- A book on how to play Mah Jongg, a book on how to build and fly kites, and a book on upholstering.
- A book on the Seinfeld television program, of which I might not have ever watched a complete episode.
And so on.
That’s 30 books for me, a couple cookbooks and religious themed books for my beautiful wife (one of which is a duplicate, but I did not mention this because her books are her books and my books are mine), and a couple of books for the children. I gave the Friends of the Polk County Library a double sawbuck to help them out, overpaying according to their pricing guides, but I could help out some, so I did.
Additionally, I have an application to join, so I’ll send some money along with that to add to my collection of Friends of the Library memberships.
I look forward, sort of, to the Christian County and Springfield-Greene County book fairs in the next couple of weeks, but I am really running out of space for books, again. I need to cut this out.
Hey, wait a minute, I still own that house up in Old Trees, Missouri, that has a lot of rooms for bookshelves….
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Cathartic, But Unconvincing
Larry Correia goes off on government spending:
Government can’t balance a checkbook. They’re idiots. I know finance math. I do it for a living. And when I look at the numbers involved here, (and the interest!) it makes my head swim. Okay, for you non-accountants, when they start bandying numbers about on the news of 4 trillion such and such, and a hundred billion this and that, I know that your eyes glaze over. You think to yourself, “Oh, it is just the same old same old, bunch of politicians spending too much money, blah blah blah.”
NOOOOO!
Saying that this is the same old same old, is like saying that gophers digging up your lawn is the same level of disaster as Krakatoa. Over the last couple of years we’ve reached a whole new level of crazy. Our spending has gone insane. We’re spending more money, faster, than all of mankind, throughout all of recorded human history. Economists aren’t sure what’s going to happen, because this has never happened before. Ever. On Earth. We’ve strayed into strange new territory here and there are many possible outcomes if we don’t stray the hell back out. And don’t for a second think that any of those possible outcomes are remotely good. No. They range somewhere between the Great Depression and Mad Max.
He’s right, of course, but the only way to convince somewhere between 51 and 80 percent of the country is for the end to occur, suddenly and unexpectedly!
And it will be the fault of the doomsayers even then. Cassandra will be the first to the guillotine.
(Link seen on Instapundit.)
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More Amazing Than The Internet
So I had a couple minutes to kill in my car, so I stepped into the local grocery store and looked at the magazine rack. It’s a small grocery store in southwest Springfield, right at the town line, and it has a 20 feet by 6 foot high magazine rack, with magazine selection from bridal to local interest to computers/video games to entertainment to… Lost Treasure, a metal detecting magazine that not only includes metal detecting equipment reviews and techniques but also short historical vignettes that describe the sources of potential treasure troves that metal detectorists can think about visiting. That’s the sort of thing I like to read, and it’s the sort of thing I like to write.
The magazine rack held a number of issues, and I bought one and read much of it while killing that time in the car. And I thought: This is more amazing than the Internet.
I mean, really: The modern paradigm is anyone can spend a couple bucks on a domain name and Web hosting and can put up any sort of thing he or she likes to write. But this particular periodical took a little more effort.
I mean, someone put it all together, had it printed, had a distributor take it to various locations, and that distributor put four copies of this magazine in a grocery store for me to buy. It takes a lot of hope, risk, and infrastructure that blogging and other Web-based endeavors do not.
That is more amazing than anything I’ve seen on the Internet.
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Slowly Working Into It
Nothing new here so far today, but I did post some of my usual anti-taxing district boilerplate at 24th State.
So if you need some Noggle, there you go.
Also, you are freed from your duty to absquatulate with my radio on Monday. Thank you, that is all.
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I Live In Tornado Alley, So
I just ordered this:
Of course, being me living in Tornado Alley (and if not The Tornado Alley, then at least a South Tornado Court), I have only ordered this on a night where DOOM is predicted sometime after I go to bed.
If you don’t hear from me by tomorrow afternoon, well, it means I’m slow-blogging again.
But you might want to cruise by Nogglestead early Monday evening, just in case there’s a box with a free weather radio in it. Better for you, gentle reader, than just some rubbernecker.
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Slow Blogging, Again?
Yeah, I know.
But here, go look at some hot pictures of bookshelves.
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How Rapidly My Birthday Gift Became Obsolete
For my birthday, my beautiful wife gave me this:
The Complete Red Dwarf series on DVD. I watched these back when I recorded them off of KETC, the PBS station in St. Louis, when they came on after Doctor Who on Sunday nights, so when I was reminded of them for some reason or another, I put it on my Amazon wish list.
Now, the news is that this set will be incomplete very soon.
In November this year we start to record a new series of 6 episodes, presently titled Red Dwarf X. I’m not sure of the Broadcast dates but we finish recording them in early February 2012.
This rather complements the Christmas gift I received in the middle 1990s of the More Than Complete Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy before Douglas Adams was actually done milking the series.
Lesson learned: If you buy a collection of British humor marked “complete,” it is probably not.
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I Suffer From SMLS
I have recently discovered that I suffer from Sudden Music Liking Syndrome.
This struck me today, as I heard the second song by The Who on the radio in two days (“Teenage Wasteland” today, “Won’t Get Fooled Again” yesterday) and decided, hey, maybe I ought to get an album by these guys.
I mean, for forty years almost, The Who has been part of the background soundscape. I’ve been listening to “classic rock” since it was called album-oriented rock and pretty much thought “meh” about The Who until sometime yesterday. I mean, these guys are so old they played during the Super Bowl halftime show in the 21st century, hey?
So where does the sudden “I like that” come from if not some psychological disorder that will be covered in DSM-VI?
Frankly, I lie awake in my own sweat that another outbreak will drive me to like Led Zeppelin.
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A Face For Radio
Behold, I have begun video blog posts for QA Hates You.
That was more fun putting together than another blog post about how our government, abetted by a random collection of 50.005% of voter turnout on winter and spring ballot dates, are continuing to crush individual citizens.
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An Underinformed Voter Goes To The Polls
Tomorrow, the only thing on my ballot is the Republic School Board election.
Of course, I will vote for Mark Craighead, the guy behind Crossbreed Holsters. The only way I would not if three other candidates were named Ruger, Wesson, and Winchester.
Actually, I do have some sort of madness to my method, or vice versa, in dealing with these down ticket races. Give me a couple minutes to whip something up for 24thState.com.
UPDATE: Here is that 24th State piece.
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Apologies
Sorry for the light posting this week, but I had to replace an aerator.
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Book Report: Battlestar Galactica 2: The Cylon Death Machine by Glen A. Larson and Ronert Thurston (1979)
Earlier this year, I read Battlestar Galactica in hardback, so why not run through the paperback sequel in short order? So I did.
This does continue the season of reading repeats, as I also read this book in high school. This book covers the two-part “Gun on Ice Planet Zero” episode, where Apollo and Starbuck lead a team of convict mountaineers to an ice planet to disable a giant Cylon laser. I mean, what’s not in it for a fourteen-year-old to love? Giant lasers, a mismash of World War II film plots (although a fourteen-year-old in 1986 might not recognize this), and a young child who stows away and gets into danger that I can relate to? Well, all except the last: no matter how much the writers insist young people need that character, we never did.
It’s a good adaptation, which means it adds some depth to the events depicted on the screen and does not generally detract from the charaters and the established mythos (or at least what I imagined was the mythos). So it’s worth a read and maybe, 20 years later, a re-read. And it makes me want to watch the original series again, which I haven’t done in five years or so.
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I’m Going To Try This In 2014
Exchange incandescent bulbs for CFL bulbs April 16:
The Partnership for Sustainability is partnering with Harry Cooper Supply to offer a one-to-one compact fluorescent light bulb exchange on Saturday, April 16.
Families can bring up to five incandescent bulbs to trade for up to five CFL bulbs. Fifteen-watt CFLs are equivalent to 60-watt light bulbs, but use 75 percent less energy and last five times longer.
Except, of course, I’ll run it the other way.
I just replaced a dead 100-watt incandescent bulb in the floor lamp that provides illumination for my reading station with a 60-watt bulb in to prepare for the new Pelosi Dim Age, and I don’t mind telling you, it sucks. Since it’s a floor lamp, it’s what the greens might think of as a Confined Mercury Release Program, where the poor, innocent Hg raped from the bosom of Mother Gaia (don’t ask about the inconsistent metaphor. Consistency, the greens maintain, is a hobgoblin of little minds) is returned to the earth from which it sprung when someone or somecat knocks over the floor lamp containing a fluorescent bulb. So I’ll have to keep it stocked with incandescents as long as I can of diminishing yield until I am forced to read by candelight.
Man, I need incandescence. Even if I have to barter for it in the post-Obamalyptic world of 2014.
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Prepare the Fanfare
April 5 does mark the fifth anniversary of Musings from Brian J. Noggle.
Thanks for reading.
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Some Problems Have Easy Solutions
Apparently, some New York public employees have misplaced some public property:
Officials have closed the Reptile House at New York’s Bronx Zoo after a poisonous Egyptian cobra disappeared from an enclosure that’s separate from the animal exhibits.
If they don’t find the cobra in the pocket of a dead man lying just outside the gates, you know what they need to do as well as I do: Open the honey badger cages. And get somewhere safe.
(Warning: salty language in the video below.)
You know what? If DARPA is not developing cybernetic assault honey badgers and is wasting its time on driverless tanks, it is doing the nation and national security a great disservice.
(Link seen on Ace’s sidebar.)
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Racism, No Doubt, The Cause
AP offers a bit about “brain waste.” What is brain waste?
Montenegro [the Colombian-educated obstetrician who has not found work as a doctor from the Touching Anecdote Lede] is hardly unique, given the high U.S. unemployment rate these days. Her situation reflects a trend that some researchers call “brain waste” — a term applied to immigrants who were skilled professionals in their home countries, yet are stymied in their efforts to find work in the U.S. that makes full use of their education or training.
What contributes to brain drain? I mean, aside from the obvious xenophobia Americans-as-depicted-by-coastal-betters often imply (but this article does not inherently)?
Most of these immigrants wind up underemployed because of barriers like language, lack of access to job networks, or credentialing requirements that are different from those in other countries. Some are held back even further because they’re also in the U.S. illegally.
All right, then. If you don’t like the thought of a doctor who didn’t pass the United States credentialing system, who can’t speak English, and who entered or remains in the country illegally….
Well, you’re probably a racist.
Do I think some people in this country are underemployed. Yes. Do I think some credentialing systems are rent-seeking by the credentialed? Hell, yes. Do I think it’s a special problem for immigrants? No.
Welcome to the country. Now suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous connectionalism like the rest of us, and if it bothers you, help us work to change it.
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If I’ve Done Nothing Else This Week….
I responded to a friend’s comment on a Facebook posting by coining the Latin term for loss of man points:
Demeritus masulina
Yeah, I know, I don’t know Latin. It doesn’t declensiate. But it makes you sound smart unless someone knows Latin.
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