“Strange Things Done In The Midnight Sun…”

July 18th, 2007

Last Sunday morning we had a guest speaker at Central; Bob Thune, senior pastor of Southwest Community Church. Pastor James is out of town, and Bob happens to be the brother of Senator John Thune, who happens to attend Central.

Bob’s sermon was very good and all (listen here), but the thing that got me rolling this morning was a poem he shot from the hip while doing a sound check.

There are strange things done ‘neath the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold.
The arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold.
The northern lights have seen queer sights
But the queerest they ever did see,
Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge
When I cremated Sam McGee.

Of course I didn’t remember all of that, only the last line. But I had never heard the poem before, and I wanted to find out more about it; being the geek that I am, to Google I went. Holy cow; how have I not heard that poem before! The poem “The Cremation of Sam McGee” was written by Robert Service and published in 1907. And the story surrounding the writing of the poem is at least as interesting as the poem itself.

While the character and the events in the poem are purely fictional, it was based in part on some factual events. According to the Wikipedia article about the poem, while visiting the Yukon Territory, Service heard a story from a doctor there about how the doctor had once cremated the remains of an unnamed prospector after finding him dead & frozen while making a house call. Later, Service happened across the name of Sam McGee while working at a bank in Whitehorse, Alberta. Service contacted McGee to ask permission to use his name in the poem, which resulted in making “Service famous and McGee the subject of ridicule.” The Wikipedia information is backed up in part by an article on UpHere.ca

One of the first links Google returned was an NPR page about the poem; they even had the audio of Johnny Cash reciting it. Give that a listen here or click through to read the poem in its entirety.

Oh; it’s also interesting to read some of Bob Thune’s writings. Found some of them on Musings Link

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Elijah Page

July 12th, 2007

It’s a little strange, all the hand wringing going on in Sioux Falls this week over the execution of Elijah Page. It was scheduled for last night, and they went through with it. No last minute reprieve, no last minute change of mind. But also no last words & no apologies to the victim’s family. He was pronounced dead at 10:11 last night.

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Page was convicted and sentenced to death in 2002 for his part in the murder of Chester Poage near Spearfish, SD. In 2005, Page fired his lawyer and dropped his appeals to stay his execution or have his sentence commuted to life; essentially giving up and wanting to commit state-sponsored suicide. The execution was scheduled for August of 2006, but got delayed on a technicality. Having that technicality now sorted out, the state is once again ready to pull Page’s plug, so to speak.

I guess I’ve never really had much concern over the death penalty. It’s been part of human civilization for centuries, and when properly administered, I think it works as a good deterrent to serious crime. But there are times I have trouble with the death penalty, when there are questions about the guilt of the condemned. But in Page’s case, he’s admitted to what he did, what he did was beyond horrible, and even he agrees that the death penalty is his just desserts.

Part of me says that Page’s punishment fits his crime, so let’s just get it over with and put it behind us. But another part of me says, “Not so fast.” And that part of me seems to be in agreement with the people who are doing the most hand wringing this week. They tend to be a very vocal group, acting as self-appointed consciences for those don’t oppose the death penalty or are ambivalent. What I find curious is that the vast majority of that very vocal group tend to be just as strident in their support of keeping the practice of abortion legal in the US.

There seems to be an amazing disconnect in these people; they will bend over backward in support of “a woman’s right to choose”. They say that what a woman does with her body is her business, and since that unborn baby is inside her body, she can decide what to do with it. Period. Anybody disagreeing with what she does with her body is worse than… well just really bad. The abortion doesn’t harm anybody else in the process, they tell us, so why should anybody bother? And besides, they say, everybody knows that bringing an unwanted life into the world is just cruel — just look at how bad things are — we’re doing this kid a favor by putting it out of its misery before the misery starts. And as for any rights that the baby might have, “pish posh,” they say. “What rights?”

What I’d like to ask these people is how that differs — aside from the obvious — from Elijah Page’s situation. Page wants to end his life… It’s his body, so what he does with it is his business. Nobody else is harmed by his wish to be put to death being fulfilled. Besides, he is guilty — by his own admission — of crimes that the State of South Dakota says are worthy of the death penalty.


In Page’s case, I’d like to say, let’s get it over with, but I hesitate. I personally know the forgiveness offered through Christ’s sacrifice, and I pray that Elijah Page has had a chance to learn of that forgiveness — and if not, that he’ll have that opportunity soon. A deathbed conversion does have a place in Christianity, and has good Biblical support; consider Jesus’ comments to the thief hanging on the cross next to his. “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.”Luke 23:43.

We as humans like to categorize our sins, rank them according to our perception of their severity and how many sins we’ve committed, then compare our standing on that scale to others. And to some it makes sense to try to counterbalance their sins with the good things — anti-sins. But the problem is that our own categories and our own rankings are not God’s. We don’t know the mind of God, although we like to think we do. “There is no difference, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,” Romans 3:23. “For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it.” James 2:10. What the Bible tells us is that in God’s eyes, a sin is a sin. If we screw up in one place, we might as well have screwed them all up. Why? Because sin is disobedience to God, and God expects his followers to be blameless in His sight.

So, if that’s true, we’re all in trouble, right? Yes and No. It is true that none of us can achieve God’s favor by our own efforts. That is the sad truth. But if we admit our shortcomings — our sin — and by faith we trust in God’s mercy and the sacrificial substitutionary death of Christ Jesus, we can see God’s favor. That is the one hope that we all have, the one hope that Elijah Page had, and the one thing that I pray he was able to understand before his death.

Page was a very fortunate man in knowing the day and the hour of his death. For the rest of us, that is unknown. Don’t risk losing your eternal life in exchange for what little you think can be gained in this life by thumbing your nose at God. It’s a terrible gamble with terrible consequences for those who choose wrongly.

The Burma-Shave Booklet

July 8th, 2007

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A while back whilst browsing through a neighbor’s garage sale, I picked up a really spiffy copy of a Haynes Guide for Yellowstone National Park, printed in 1959. Aside from some dented corners and some kids’ scribbles on the cover, it’s in beautiful shape. Flipping through the pages when I got home, I discovered a bonus hidden inside; a Burma-Shave booklet. Volume X to be exact, printed in 1942. It’s a tiny little thing, about 2″ x 2″, printed on cheap paper that had yellowed badly over the years, but it’s still very much readable. The booklets were likely included in a package with a can or jar of Burma-Shave, as they had product use instructions printed inside, and as a bonus, 44 of the Burma-Shave roadside jingles.

Clever little idea, those Burma Shave jingles. The company leased space from farmers all over the country & placed signs along the highways and byways everywhere. It was always one verse per sign, with a number of signs spaced out in a row so passersby would read them in sequence as they drove by, with the Burma-Shave logo ending the series. I can imagine that most travelers would take notice of these signs, especially back in the days before radio signals covered the country and before every car was decked out with multimedia entertainment.

Click through to see the entire booklet, and a transcription of the jingles.
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PowWeb: My New Home

July 2nd, 2007

Aaaaahhhhh….. That’s the contented sound of me being happy that things are transferred (mostly) to my new web host (www.powweb.com), and things are working. My web presence is pretty minimal, so the headaches were pretty minimal, but headaches there were. But all in all, pretty painless.

I came to the point where I had to dump the old web host (which will go unnamed; email me if you’d like to know who to avoid) because of some ongoing issues with the server my site was hosted on. The biggest issue was that the server is on a couple of blacklists, which makes us guilty by association of being an open relay. So lots of messages that we’ve sent through the domain have ended up in various junk bins across the interwebs. Both domains are still listed on those blacklists, but I’m hoping that this move will help rectify that, plus I’m working with the blacklist operators to get us removed. Ick.

I did a bit of homework on my new host; not enough, mind you, as there were still a couple of unexpected unpleasantries waiting for me in setting up the site. One pleasant surprise is that the neighbors sharing the same server (as reported by a reverse IP lookup) seem to be above the board. There might be others, but time, and more testing, will tell.Powweb is one of the low cost hosts that offers way more disk space and bandwidth than I will ever need; 300GB disk space and 3,000GB per month data transfer, for the low, low price of $5.77 a month (or under $70 a year), for the first year. Subsequent renewals will cost $7.77 a month, but hopefully the price will drop before it’s time to renew.

One of the things they brag about is their home-brew control panel (in place of cPanel or one of the other panels.) It’s ok, but not terribly intuitive. Guess I’m spoiled a little, and have become accustomed to getting things done in cPanel, and I just have to find my way around. Time.

One of the things that was really disappointing with Powweb is how difficult they’ve made it to host multiple sites on one account. They don’t make a big deal of being able to host an unlimited number of domains, but it is mentioned. What isn’t mentioned is that when you add multiple domains, they all point to the same htdocs directory. You can buy the use of a tool — The Domain Redirect — to make it happen, for $7.95 a month. Good grief; it costs more than an entire separate account would cost.But thankfully, there’s more than one way to skin a cat; there are literally thousands of others using Powweb, and many know a lot more about server configuration than me and are willing to share their knowledge. It took about 15 minutes to track down a post in the forums that showed step by step how to sete up the .htaccess file to do what I needed it to do. Sweet! I love geeks!

Another disappointment is that with their InstallCentral auto-installer, you can only install one instance of any of the open source script packages they offer. With the old host you could install WordPress blogs until you ran out of disk space — not sure why you’d want to, but I do know I’d like to have more than just one on the site! I’m sure there is a way to cheat around this limitation; I just need to track down the trail blazer(s) in the forums and pry their secrets from them.

The next hurdle was getting WordPress set up to for davintosh.com and getting the content transferred over. That turned out to be fairly easy as well; export a current xml archive of the content & save to disk, then reimport it on the other end. The biggest hiccup in the process was getting the domain names remapped and pointed to the new server. davintosh.com is registered with Dotster, so I did that first, thinking I could do daveandyvonne.com later. But the way things were configured, davintosh.com ended up being more or less a branch off of daveandyvonne.com, so that needed to be in place before the wp-admin stuff would work. I must’ve installed, uninstalled & reinstalled WordPress ten times trying different things before giving up, updating the registrar for daveandyvonne.com, and just waiting for the new server location to show up. It wasn’t very long; much less time than I remember from the last dns change I made two years ago.

Now the big waiting game is for the domain name registration to transfer. daveandyvonne.com is registered with an outfit in Turkey right now, and is about to expire in a couple of weeks. While it’s not a big hassle to keep it current there, Powweb offers a free domain name with the package, and simpler is better. I’ve started the ball rolling to get the domain name transferred, and I’m waiting with bated breath to see it happen without a hitch. Last time was a bit of a nightmare; please oh please oh please let it go through with no problems!

Do Your Parents Know What You’re Reading?

June 28th, 2007

According to Mingle, this site is rated PG — Parental Guidance Suggested. And all because of four instances of two words; C-R-A-C-K and D-E-A-T-H (had to add the dashes so as to not throw in more of that nasty stuff!)

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The First Dread Word comes up in some text I copied from another site telling about what happened to a boat when it flew off a trailer (it cracked), and the others from references to one of my favorite blogs, Say No To Crack. (Oops; I think I just added ‘crack’ to my site two more times! Dang; make that three! I’ll be at NC-17 before you know it.) The Second Dread Word comes from the post I wrote about Tsakhiagiyn Elbegdorj following his visit to Sioux Falls. Is it a bad thing to say someone was rescued from jail?

Sheesh; I’m gonna have to watch it!

Hillbilly Horseshoes

June 24th, 2007

Apparently this game goes by many names — Blongo-Ball, BoloToss, Cowboy Golf, Redneck Golf, Hillbilly Golf, Hillbilly Horseshoes, The Snake Game, Snake Toss, Ladder Ball, Ladder Golf, Slither, Snakes & Ladders, Flingy Ball, Norwegian Golf, Swedish Golf, Polish Horshoes, Bolo Ball, Montana Golf, Australian Horseshoes, Ladder Game, Monkey Balls, Monkey Bar Golf, Rattlerail Toss, Spin It, Golfball Horseshoes, Arizona Golf Balls, & Ball Dangle… We learned about it in 2003 while on vacation in Michigan. A retired guy at Gunn Lake had built one and was playing outside Rick & Heather’s cabin. He called it Hillbilly Horseshoes, and that’s what it is for our family.

Update: We went to make another set of Hillbilly Horseshoes racks for Grandma & Grandpa last Saturday using the instruction sheet I had made, and in the process discovered a couple of glitches in the measurements and in the parts list. I had originally specified about half the pipe that was needed — less than enough to make one rack! So, I updated the instruction sheet, and am taking the opportunity to bump this post back to the top of the stack. Click on the icon below to download the plans.

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It’s horribly simple to build and play; basically two “ladders” made from PVC pipe and fittings, plus six game pieces made from two golf balls each strung together with about a 1-foot length of rope. The ladders are placed about this far apart (yeah, exactly that far!) and the players stand together & take turns tossing their balls toward the far ladder, trying to hang them on one of the rungs. An underhand toss seems to work best. Caleb has tried overhand, and it usually ends up in the neighbor’s garage roof gutter.

Different sites that talk about this game have different scoring rules, but this is what works for us; hanging one on the top rung is worth one point, on the bottom is worth two points, and three in the middle. In our experience, hanging it on the middle rung is the most difficult, so that’s worth more. If you hang one on a rung and your opponent knocks it off, too bad for you.

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It’s Five O-Clock Somewhere!

June 22nd, 2007

The boys & I went to the AutoMania car show downtown last night, and while there were lots of impressive machines there, one rig that was a real standout was this 1954 Ford Delivery Wagon pulling a camper. But not just any camper; it had a boat for a roof!

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Gary and Joyce Bortscheller of Elk Point are the owners of this rig. Gary runs a body shop in South Sioux City, NE; he must’ve spent a goodly amount of time on the Ford and the trailer. The finish was gorgeous. It didn’t appear that the boat had spent much time in the water. There wasn’t much room inside the camper; the whole thing stood only five feet or so tall, so with the boat on top there was less than 4 feet of headroom. Definitely made only for sleeping inside. The back has a small fridge and storage cubbies, along with a fold-down working surface.

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A New Twist On Calvin & Hobbes

June 17th, 2007

Saw this over on Say No To Crack; a parody of the Calvin & Hobbes comic strip using images of & quotes from John Calvin and Thomas Hobbes. (Click on the comic to check out the Uncyclopedia entry for Calvin & Hobbes.)

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John Calvin is an ecclesiastical reformist and psychic detective who can see into the future because everything is “predestined by God.” He nominally attempts to solve mysteries, but usually ends up being sidetracked by getting into fights with Catholics or Arminians, whom he always eventually challenges to a game of Calvinball. His strict adherence to predestination means that he gives up pretty easily in everything he was doing, and simply says that God predestined him to give up and it was out of his control. This allows Calvin to generally be a lazy douche. While typically a devout Christian, when he is angry Calvin occasionally threatens God that he may become an atheist (see right). God usually has no comment but allows the parent in Hobbes to speak.

In contrast to Calvin, Hobbes is far more cynical about human nature. The two usually get into philosophical debates and crack big cases together. Interestingly, whenever someone other than Calvin looks at Hobbes, they simply see a stuffed tiger. When Calvin gets sidetracked, Hobbes reminds him that they should either solve the most important philosophical questions facing a weary mankind, or else go back to solving the current mystery – usually via some clever method of investigation that involves tossing water balloons at Calvin’s neighbor, Susie, from their tree house to get her to go to a wet tshirt contest.

I’ve often wondered if Watterson named the characters after the philosophers (if Wikipedia is correct, he did), but I would never have thought to replace the dialog in some of the strips with quotes from the writings of the philosophers, nor the faces with images of them.

Too bad they didn’t go any farther with this concept. Maybe something to do in my spare time. Yeah, right! I really crack myself up sometimes!

Where’s My 100mpg SUV?

June 12th, 2007

I was just listening to Laura Ingraham’s radio show, and she was in the middle of interviewing Clint Wilder, co-author of The Clean Tech Revolution: The Next Big Growth and Investment Opportunity. They were discussing ways that we can be better stewards of what we have, and take better care of the earth. While I was listening, they took a call from a guy with a great question; he said if his 1994 Honda Civic can get 45mpg, why hasn’t 13 years of automotive technological development improved gas mileage any more than it has?

I think that’s an excellent question. Emily drives a 1995 Civic with 120,000 miles on it, and I have personally seen it get 50mpg on the road. Heck, I once owned a 1981 Mazda GLC Sport, and that thing would get close to 50mpg on the highway. So why are the EPA mileage estimates on the most fuel efficient car in America — the Toyota Prius — only 60/51mpg? (and the dirty little secret is that in real-world driving, the Prius is hard pressed to pull that off.) The next best is the Honda Civic Hybrid, which is rated at 49/51mpg.

That’s pretty pathetic when the top fuel mileage ratings for new cars is nearly matched by real-world mileage on decade-old machines. Too bad I don’t still have that GLC; it’d be interesting to see if that’d still be capable of making 50mpg. The new cars get better mileage only by using hybrid gas/electric motors. The standard Civic has an EPA rating of 30/40mpg; it’d be interesting to see how that compares to the EPA rating for the 1995 model year, but can’t find that on the durned intarwebs tonight.

So what I’d like to know is why in the same amount of time, advances in technology have taken us from Apple computers like the 9500 that run at 132MHz and cost $5,000, to the mighty Mac Pro, which runs two dual-core Intel processors at 2.66GHz, and costs half what the 9500 did. If the same progress had been made on the automotive front, I’d be driving a new Honda Civic that could go across the state of South Dakota on a gallon of gas, and would’ve cost me about $5,000. Or better yet, I’d be driving a Chevy Suburban that moves & handles like a Corvette, costs $10,000 and gets over 100mpg. That’s the future I’ve been waiting for.

Fast Food Dissonance

June 12th, 2007

One of the things that always amazes me is how good food in advertisements can look. When I worked at CCL, we did a lot of labels for food products, and it seemed like those jobs only came up just before lunch (at least the more memorable ones did!) Always made me hungry(er!)

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But another thing that produces a similar amazement is when you go to a fast food restaurant and order the food you’ve seen in the ads, and how little resemblance it bears to what you’ve seen advertised. The image above shows a Big Mac from a McDonald’s ad compared to a real one from a real McDonald’s. Well, turns out I’m not the only one noticing the discrepancy; Jeff Kay of the West Virginia Surf Report* has a page chronicling that phenomenon here. Keep up the great work, Jeff (and thanks for the photos!)
* hey, wait a minute; wouldn’t that be the same as the South Dakota Surf Report? Where do you surf in WV?

One exception that I can recall was a Big Mac that I purchased at a McDonald’s in York, UK, when visiting there in 1984. I remember being dumbfounded that the thing was so perfect; both all-beef patties visible from the side, a little bit of special sauce dribbling down the patties onto the bun, a proper amount of lettuce beneath the patties, the cheese slices readily visible; all melty and delicious looking, a pickle or two & some onion sticking out from the perfectly toasted sesame seed bun… It was truly a work of art. I concluded that that was where they did all the photo shoots for their advertising.