Monday, October 20, 2014

A Bizarre Warning Along the Appalachian Trail

While visiting the in-laws recently in Tower City, PA, I took a short run over in Stony Valley.  There is a rails-to-trails path off Gold Mine Road which intersects the Appalachian Trail some 3.5 miles in.

Anyway, an interesting warning sign appears at the trailhead, warning of possible unexploded ordnance from an Army base nearby:

Hope you can enlarge sufficiently to read the warning poster.  I don't know about you, but the last thing that I want to think about while I'm running trails is military activity and the possibility--even if extremely remote--of getting blown up.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Cats in Art: Unknown Kitty With Charlie

From my continuing weekly Sunday series of cats in art. I'm using some ideas from the coffee table book, The Cat in Art, by Stefano Zuffi. 

In this case, I'm stretching the concept of Cats in Art and using a real-life photo to honor my recently departed father-in-law, Charlie:

[image credit Gary]

Charlie acted tough at times but in his heart was a pussycat, a real cat lover.  And there's nothing cuter than a black and white farm kitty.  I always call them Holstein cats, after the black and white dairy cow that predominates the local farms.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Yes, They Watch TV....

....or else Batman has done a home invasion here:

[image credit Mister Tristan, the 6-year-old human being, not the blog]

Mister Tristan loves to take photos.  He, being only 6, takes a lot of junk shots, but fairly frequently he gets a good one, as in the one above.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Turtles

This post is inspired by mine of yesterday.

Some months earlier in 2014, the bride and I and several other Baby Boomer couples went to the Luhr Center at nearby Shippensburg State University to see the Turtles.

Yes, the Turtles.  You can scope out Wikipedia for their history and play list.

The name sounds, well, stupid is the only word that comes to mind today in 2014, but in the 1960s, this group was the bomb.  Rivaled the Beatles.  They had a variety of hits, but the one that always arrested me so was the 1967 song "You Showed Me," a tune that was at once haunting, mysterious, and full of longing:

Wonder what the Reese Hollow turtles might think of this?

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Seen Along the Trail

Image credit Gary

A box turtle along the Reese Hollow Trail.  Of course, I picked the turtle up a tried to peer into his/her eyes.

Then I thought, "How would I like to be picked up and examined by a huge and possibly hostile creature?", or however a turtle would express it in turtle language.

So I put it down and resolved not to do that in the future.  Instead, I will just embrace the magic of the moment.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Another Golf Ball Find; Now Apparently Breeding

In looking back through the archives of Mister Tristan (the blog, not the 6-year-old human being), I see where it's been a year since my last incisive and insightful blog post on the phenomenon of golf balls found while running at places that made no sense.  

And here in another post I floated the theory that these misplaced gold balls are actually alien eggs:

The ubiquitousness of finding golf balls in unlikely places now leads me to consider some formerly outlandish theories.  I'm beginning to suspect that they are alien eggs, prepositioned, awaiting a hidden signal, and when they all hatch en masse there will be hell to pay for mankind.

Well, here's the latest find, a pair of golf balls that appear to be breeding:

[image credit Gary]

I found these balls immediately adjacent to one of my favorite 10 mile training routes (OK, I found them in the nearby Concocheague Creek while canoeing, but for sake of this blog post just go with it).

The pair of golf balls--perhaps one male and one female--appear to be linked via what can only be some sort of sex organ.   If this does not constitute irrefutable proof, I don't know what would.

Be afraid.  Be very afraid.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Paying for the War on ISIS

Kevin Drum and Andrew Sullivan raise an uncomfortable question:

The ISIS campaign is utterly amorphous and open-ended at this point — exactly the kind of potentially crippling government program Republicans usually want to slash. It could last more than three years (and that’s what they’re saying at the outset); the cost is estimated by some to be around $15 billion a year, but no one really knows. The last phase of the same war cost, when all was said and done, something close to $1.5 trillion – and our current travails prove that this was one government program that clearly failed to achieve its core original objectives, and vastly exceeded its original projected costs.
If this were a massive $1.5 trillion infrastructure project for the homeland, we’d be having hearing after hearing on how ineffective and crony-ridden it is; there would be government reports on its cost-benefit balance; there would be calls to end it tout court. But a massive government program that can be seen as a form of welfare dependency for the actual countries — Turkey, Iran, Jordan, Kurdistan — facing the crisis gets almost no scrutiny at all.

Don't worry, there's always money for war.  Schools, health care, infrastructure, Social Security, not so much.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Cats in Art: Cat Portrait (Warhol)

From my continuing weekly Sunday series of cats in art. I'm using some ideas from the coffee table book, The Cat in Art, by Stefano Zuffi.  

Image credit ModernCat.  Cat Portrait, Andy Warhol, 1970s.  No other information available.

At once dignified and mysterious, this kitty is winning a staring contest with something off to the right.  One can well imagine those little kitty wheels turning in that kitty brain, deciding whether physical motion is called for to resolve the situation.

In contrast to last week's almost cartoonish painting of the orange cat Sam, in this one Warhol strives for and achieves realism.  Much of Warhol's fame is due to his iconic pop art image of a soup can, such that many people have no idea what a really good artist he actually was.