Holiday travel

While hanging in line at the airport, waiting to visit the family, have your laundry done, and be asked 10 thousand times how your love life is, keep this in mind. It will make you glad you came.


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Last graph for a while, I promise.

On a bright note, the Apple 1 computer sold for (US)$210,000.

Toad

Tradition!!!!!!

Thursday is Thanksgiving Day in the US. A day which commemorates the first harvest feast celebrated by the earliest British Puritan settlers after their arrival in the North America. The history of the event is steeped in American iconography and mythology.

Most histories tell something of the gratitude of the British settlers towards the Native Americans, who taught the new kids what grew where, introduced them to new foods,(Calvin Trillin has written that Spaghetti Carbonara was an revered gift from the Native peoples to the Brits)and generally helped them survive their first winters in America.



Little is written about how whitey showed his gratitude, repaying his debt primarily with the wrong end of a blunderbust, and systematic genocide, but we moderns prefer to overlook these inconvenient truths, at least this week.

Each family has there own Thanksgiving dinner tradition.

Bless her bones, my mother was not a good cook. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt, and factor in how a lifetime of 3 squares/day, 4 picky eaters, a traveling husband, and general lack of interest will take its toll on anyone. It didn't keep her from facing the kitchen every day though. Thanksgiving was her day to shine.

If you have never done it, Thanksgiving dinner is not a hard meal to prepare. A bit of prior planning helps, as does a thorough knowledge of what is expected by your family. If everyone is expecting turkey, and you serve pork, regardless of how great dinner was you have set yourself up for failure.



This post kicked off in a battle of comments last week. Most T-day foods are cliches, kicked off by the makers of mini marshmallows, canned onion ring bits, or cream of soup. Real food need hardly apply.

So what family foods will show up on your table this week, and does anyone really like or eat it, or has it just always been there?

Toad

We're number 1

This news item is likely to attract local spin, fabrication, lies, urgent calls for reform and calls for heads to roll. You won't hear many local talking heads using this opportunity get the city's name out, an unlikely example of all publicity being good publicity. So incredibly sad.
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TRENTON, N.J. (Nov. 21) -- A national study finds St. Louis overtook Camden, N.J., as the nation's most dangerous city in 2009.

The study released Sunday by CQ Press found St. Louis had 2,070.1 violent crimes per 100,000 residents, compared with a national average of 429.4. That helped St. Louis beat out Camden, which topped last year's list and was the most dangerous city for 2003 and 2004.

Detroit, Flint, Mich., and Oakland, Calif., rounded out the top five.

For the second straight year, the safest city with more than 75,000 residents was Colonie, N.Y.

The annual rankings are based on population figures and crime data compiled by the FBI. Some criminologists question the findings, saying the methodology is unfair.
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When you hear a city is dying, your first, second...tenth thought isn't that the locals are killing themselves off, is it?

Toad

Katy Day

You may be anticipating Thanksgiving, but in our house the greater celebration is Katy Day.

Today is my first born's birthday, she was born on Thanksgiving Day, yet is no turkey.

I'm incredibly proud of her, and so very happy to be able to bask in her radiance, albeit distantly.

We love you dahlink, celebrate well, I wish we were there to celebrate with you.

OO

To buy or not to buy

Speaking of the Beatles, it appears that Yoko has relented and the various owners of the Beatles music catalog have agreed that Beatles tunes may now be sold on ITunes, although I doubt John or George much care. If you're pondering a personal spending decision, or perhaps a little holiday shopping based upon this opportunity, let the following concept map from graphjam be your guide.



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Toad

Others do it too!

I've written previously about pre-aging new clothes, but I haven't done this...yet.

I was unsuccessfully attempting to identify a tartan recently. One thing led to another ,and as is the way of the internet, an hour later I was reading a forum dedicated to things Scottish when I came across one man's description of his efforts to resize his new Balmoral hat. Photos from the forum.

Toss it in a stream...

Hang it on a branch in the sun.

Repeat.

It's a story I know well, having done the same countless times with other items of clothing. What caught me up short was a comment from a South Carolina boy on the forum. I present it here.

>The 50 Mission Crush...

In my experience., almost anything that looks new when it is has been made to look old by someone. I read on a blog (Maxminimus:http://maxminimus.blogspot.com/ ) where the author was trying to "Get the Jos. Bank" out of his sportcoat, presumably, meaning he wanted it to look less off-the-rack and more "his". I have heard of all manner of aging processes applied to boat shoes, jeans ( before you paid $300 for someone else to do this) US Navy chambray shirts, etc. A fighter pilot taught me the phrase in the title. He also said the quickest way to achieve it was to remove the stiffener.

That boy do get around.

Toad

Le Car-Le Mon

A bit over a year ago, I gave my car to #2 son. I haven't replaced it. I neither miss not having it, nor am I terribly inconvenienced by its loss, but I have this sinking feeling that I need to begin giving some thought to getting another.

So once again I come hat in hand, soliciting opinions. What should I buy?

My requirements are simple. I need to be able to haul 4 adults in comfort, periodically I may need to carry something a bit more cumbersome than groceries, but not often, and certainly not far. have I mentioned I am unwilling to pay a great deal?

From what I've noticed my choice is either a car, or something that looks like a truck. I've always had cars, and have never fancied trucks, but something is drawing me towards a crossover. A Chevy Equinox, or Hyundai Elantra Touring perhaps? Do I like front wheel drive, rear wheel, AWD? The motoring world is almost unrecognizable to someone who last had a 20 year old car.

So what's in your garage? What do you like, or perhaps more importantly what do you hate? Which motoring decision do you regret? All ideas and opinions gratefully received. Please, help steer me to the right decision.

Toad

The Lennon's

This is a once in a lifetime occurance. Sean, Yoko, Cynthia and Julian Lennon posing as one big happy family, together at the September 16,2010 opening of Julian's photography show at New York's Morrison Hotel Gallery. Photo by Bob Gruen.

For reasons known only to themselves, next week is John Lennon week on PBS. Sunday night on Masterpiece Contemporary is "Lennon Naked" a dramatization of the last days of the Beatles, John and Yoko's marriage, and John's search for his father. Monday on American Masters, is "Lennon NYC". I was near certain that however much John loved being in the US, he was British. Shows what little I know.

The Mr. Mort photo of Sean Lennon and girlfriend Charlotte Kemp Muhl is a segue to an NPR podcast series Tiny Desk Concerts. Earlier this week NPR released a podcast of the duo recorded at the NPR offices in Washington. Not only is Charlotte inoffensive to look at, she also plays accordion. That's high on my list. Their concert may be seen and heard here.

Toad

Beaujolais Day II

One of the world's great marketing scams was perpetuated this morning, when at 12:01 AM Paris time the 2010 vintage Le Beaujolais Nouveau, the first wine of the new harvest, was released to an undeserving public. In the days of the Concorde trendy New York restaurants would have it available for luncheon. Now it may take until dinner, and certainly by Saturday it will appear in your local grocery.

If you have trendy or sophisticated friends you may be invited to a Beaujolais Nouveau party this weekend. I beg you to think this through, or to at least to take proper precautions.

Nouveau Beaujolais is plonk. Before your first sip remember that these grapes were on the vine in September. The less fastidious amongst us have grape juice in the fridge older than this. More experienced readers will recall that vintage Boone's Farm aged longer, as it was aged in transit, by truck from far away.

Still if you can't refuse a good party, I suggest the following. Ladies bring a large purse carrying a bottle of a decent red and substitute liberally. You'll thank yourself in the morning, as NB has an aftertaste not easily dissolved. Gentlemen, this would be a great opportunity to bring a flask, feign illness, and call whatever is inside medicine.

You have been warned, and well advised.

Toad

Virtual Shoe Museum

I wish there was some way to say that I found this sight by dint of hard work and research. Alas, I didn't.

Each of us, for our own individual reasons have blogs in our readers we have no business reading. One of mine is Godammit I'm Mad. I'll not explain why. Sister Wolf the blog's creator recently had a post on the Virtual Shoe Museum, the largest collection of (women's) tribal and ethnographic shoes in the world.

The extensive, easy to use database allows travelers to search for shoes by color, material,designer etc etc etc. Some, like those in the first photo are scary, some will make you scratch your head, many are beautiful.

Be certain to check out the bookstore.

Toad

Who polishes?

In the division of labor that takes place at our house, I have the honor of polishing silver. My involvement stems either from Mrs T's reaction to the god awful smell of TarnX or the nasty fingernail polish removing properties of some products we've tried.

I don't mind though. Like painting or cutting the grass, I love the instant gratification. Turning a nasty looking piece of metal into something we're proud to have in our home is good for the ego.

I have discovered a product which makes the process not only easy but fast.



This is an unpaid, unsolicited testimonial. If you have neglected the good stuff all year, and dread the thought of having to clean and polish one more thing for the holidays, give this stuff a try. I think you will like it. I can't speak for what it may do to your fingernail polish though.

On a completely different front, you know how every house has a stash of curtain rods, hooks, hangers and assorted hardware somewhere? Where do we keep ours? I can't seem to be able to locate it.

Toad

Aladdin's Cave

Our home has 3 bedrooms which are each used perhaps 5 nights per year. The smallest, or kids room, collects everything that doesn't have a home. So I re purposed it.

A four wall, 2 window box in the northwest corner of the house. Furnished only with a trundle bed, bakers rack, child's desk and an old rocker.

I missed having my stuff strewn about. So I moved the bed and bakers rack, took an old oriental from the basement, built a drop down tabletop desk, and hung some favorite photos.

As it becomes more cluttered, it's beginning to feel more cozy.

That's Charlie on the pillow under the desk. Ted prefers the wood floor on the other side.

I'm waiting for a rainy day to paint a 4 foot by 4 foot panel on the right wall with blackboard paint. I've been warned that this room still needs to be used as a bedroom, so a complete paint redo is out of the question, but I can get away with some kind of kid fun.

My next adventure will be making curtains. I collect fabric and while searching through my box of treasures I've come up with 3 candidates. The walls are a whitish yellow.

A gun check cotton.

An old silk sari.

Or a cotton plaid.

I'm leaning towards the sari.

Still missing is a comfy reading chair, and decent lighting. One thing at a time right?

Toad

Prince Charles - Birthday Boy

Talk about a tough job. A truly bifurcated life. Before mom dies, after mom dies. It would make anyone schizophrenic. Today's birthday boy is perhaps the most misunderstood man in the world, a dreamer, or the village idiot, and those that know which aren't telling.


Father, husband, sportsman, car guy, businessman he has done it all, every step of the way in the public eye, receiving a daily deluge of controversy for every utterance, idea and articulated thought he may have. For the most part, he has borne his responsibilities well, marching to his own drummer.

I like the guy, mostly for speaking his mind, forcefully when necessary. Anyone who is a thorn in side of greed heads and land rapers gets my vote. Hell of a dresser too.

Happy Birthday, Charles

Toad

Maybe-Maybe Not

Timely updates, fun facts, ponderings and amusements.

1. Student Debt: According to a recent news report issued by the Hartford Courant , for the first time ever, the total amount owed for school loans in the US exceeded that of credit card debt. Is your degree worth it?

2. Gossip Girl notwithstanding, did you see the NY magazine story highlighting how a group of Columbia University RA's are paying hard, cold, cash to students willing to actually speak to other students?

3. The Turducken of Desserts? Thanksgiving is on its way, and several of your offspring will risk life and limb attempting to deep fry their bird. To make certain they do it at their house, not yours, bribe them by promising to bring dessert.

To stay in the true spirit of the feast offer to bring Cherpumple, the turducken of desserts. Cherumple is a 3 layer cake (yellow, spice, white) with a pie baked in each layer (cherry, pumpkin, apple). Recipes are plentiful, look around, I won't help.

4. Apple 1 for sale: Wondering what to get the tech geek in your life for the holidays? A true believer would be interested in the Apple 1 heading to auction at Christies London, November 23. Estimates are north of the 100,000 GBP range.

5. Could this happen where you live? In the south west Chinese city of Changsha, workers constructed a 15 story hotel, built to withstand a magnitude 9 earthquake in 6 days. The story here. No word on the quality of the drywall.

Toad

Advice for my fourteen year old self

My favorite Scots/Canadian and frequent visitor here, The Suburban Princess has finally published "Advice For My Fourteen Year Old Self " based upon her wisdom and experiences, expanding upon a series of her blog posts from this past summer.

It's written in the style of "things I wished an older cousin had told me". The 14 year old bit may be a bit misleading as I believe the best recipient would be that young woman, graduating high school, or early in college.

A perfect stocking stuffer for the young woman on your list, and her mother.

You may find it here. For a special dedication or signed copy get in touch with the author at the address on her blog.

Toad

Thank a Veteran

The bucolic meadows of Flanders had long been graced by brilliant red poppies each spring and summer, but during the Great War, the poppies disappeared. The constant trampling and bombing of the battlefields stopped the famous bloom for four full seasons. When the war was over, and the poppies were able to bloom again, the display was spectacular.

The post-war, blood red bloom from the fields of battle had a huge impact on all who saw or heard about it. Surely the most lasting memorial is the famous poem by Canadian battle surgeon/poet, John McCrae. This poem was written as he gazed at the fresh graves of his friends and comrades, with poppies “blowing” in the wind.

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae

Written in Flanders on May 3, 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

My generation has been blessed, in that few were called to military service. To those that have served, have children or family members serving, THANK YOU.

Toad

Veterans Day

During the past week I've commandeered a spare bedroom and re-purposed it as my play room/office/toy emporium. I haven't had an office for years, and have missed having my toys scattered about.

After a couple of trips hauling treasures from the basement I spent a blissful afternoon hanging pictures, polishing toys, reliving the memories which caused me to save most to this junk in the first place, when I came across one of my most favored treasures. A treasure box made for me by #2 son for Christmas 1983. It has been stored for too long a time.



The timing must have been kismet.

Inside the box is the usual collection of cards, letters, ticket stubs, remembrances of things past. At the top of the heap was packet of photos, I'd forgotten about long ago.



The photo above is of my father, taken at his parents home not long after D Day. His destroyer escort was sunk during the invasion, killing all but 20 officers and men on board. The photo was taken as my dad was in route to his new station, an air craft carrier in the Pacific. It was during this leave he proposed to my future mother.

Thank a vet.

Toad

If Maxminimus had a son

Work with me here a minute.

If you don't you should, but I suspect that each of you reads the worthy jottings of eminent grise Maxminumus regarding those items which amuse him, those things he values and his daughter whom he cherishes. It is a must read.

Since you are familiar with the ways of his lovely daughter LFG, imagine what Maxminimus' son would look like. How would he dress?

The Sartorialist has provided the answer, take a gander at this lad. Band collar shirt, just enough shirt cuff showing, braces in place, hand firmly around his wallet, over the calf sox and suede monks to die for. This kid is the bees knees.

Just sayin'.
Toad

I can't find my phone

An advantage to not having a cell phone is I never lose it. Mrs T has one, and more than once (a week) I'm asked to ring up her phone so the light on the keypad will illuminate and she will be able to locate it in her purse. But suppose you are by yourself, in a strange city, hotel room, or office then what do you do?

Someone at I can't find my phone thought this would be a really great idea. I don't get it myself, Google Phone is another way to accomplish the same thing, but......

Also, while you were sleeping someone stole Daylight Savings Time. It is now Standard Time. Don't be late for church. We have elected to fall forward at our house this season. We'd rather have it light later into the evening. I suggest you go with whatever works best for you.

Toad

Moore's Law- in your lifetime

Intel co-founder Gordon prophesized in 1965 that the number of transistors placed on an integrated circuit would double approximately every two years. Time has proven him right. Computer processor speed, memory, pixel capability all are strongly linked to Moore's Law.

When this ad was run, the wrist radio, now cell phone, was the provenance of Dick Tracy cartoons, now along with cell phones we all have the ubiquitous digital toys few imagined not many years ago.



The hard drive ad photo from Uneasy Silence made me smile. It's not a joke, I sold lots of these drives in my day. Not 20 minutes before reading the post, I purchased a 4 gigabyte thumb drive for around $5, a savings of almost $1,359,195 over circa 1977 pricing.

Toad