We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
If
you aren’t terrified yet, wait until they start applying these lunatic
principles to surgeons and airline pilots. - See more at:
http://moonbattery.com/?p=59338#sthash.xsRYZDnX.dpuf
For the first time ever a computer has managed to develop a new scientific theory using only its artificial intelligence, and with no help from human beings.
For
the first time ever a computer has managed to develop a new scientific
theory using only its artificial intelligence, and with no help from
human beings. - See more at:
http://marginalrevolution.com/marginalrevolution/2015/06/ai-darwin.html#sthash.lhV1gdVX.dpuf
Boat out from Fernandina, Florida to the island, along St Mary's River, up to Georgia. A famous place, but not too easy to visit so I'll give you a little tour.
3:8 They heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden at the time of the evening breeze, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden.
3:9 But the LORD God called to the man, and said to him, "Where are you?"
3:10 He said, "I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself."
3:11 He said, "Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you not to eat?"
3:12 The man said, "The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me fruit from the tree, and I ate."
3:13 Then the LORD God said to the woman, "What is this that you have done?" The woman said, "The serpent tricked me, and I ate."
3:14 The LORD God said to the serpent, "Because you have done this, cursed are you among all animals and among all wild creatures; upon your belly you shall go, and dust you shall eat all the days of your life.
3:15 I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will strike your head, and you will strike his heel."
The Nature Conservancy's Pine Butte Ranch. Hiking, riding, fishing, swimming, nature-watching, fossil-finding. It's sort of a Grizzly Bear preserve but you'd be lucky to see one - at a comfortable distance. Grizzlies do not like mountains - they like river bottoms and damp meadows best,
Even in summer, you can find snow and ice on the high hikes. June best for the wildflower bloom. That is like Eden. It's real America and, yes, there are firearms around. Europeans come there to experience the American West. My lad once got trapped in the outhouse by a Black Bear. Fire a couple of magnum rounds in the air and the bears run away.
The ranch lands abut the 1 million-acre Bob Marshall Wilderness. We all own that. They will give you a day-long trip to Glacier National Park too, if you want. Another astonishing wild place which we Americans own.
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
I will have my Cumberland Island travelogue photos ready soon, but somebody mentioned Little Saint Simons Island to me at a big social event last night, so I thought it might be time for a plug for them. Not that they need it. I posted my own pics etc, previously. LSS does have skeeters, sometimes to an unpleasant extent but not as bad as the Everglades. Bugs there are insane.
You may have heard the recent news that the owners of Little St. Simons Island donated a conservation easement to The Nature Conservancy on the entire 11,000 + acre island. For you, our longtime guests and supporters, we're happy to report that you will be unlikely to notice any changes, but we hope you'll celebrate with us knowing that one of the most significant natural areas on the southeastern coast has been preserved for perpetuity.
Yes, that would be the prosperous Mr. Paulson who just gave a half-billion to Harvard. It's my kind of rustic place with Southern food. These two pics are their own photos.
...the entire notion of academic freedom was boosted mostly to protect campus communists. Once lefties were fully in charge, their commitment to academic freedom evaporated. If lefties find themselves in the crosshairs again, I predict a newfound movement in favor of free speech and free thought.
Pic is preparation for the cocktail hour shrimp boil at the Greyfield Inn.
Why are the shrimp so tender? They are bought directly from the shrimp boat, and they are in the boil in their shells for 2 minutes max - 90 seconds preferably - just until they turn pink. I tend to find shrimp boring but these were sweet and not chewy.
The square hole in the table is for the shells. Works for oyster roasts too.
“We define transability as the desire or the need for a person identified as able-bodied by other people to transform his or her body to obtain a physical impairment,” says Alexandre Baril, a Quebec born academic who will present on “transability” at this week’s Congress of the Social Sciences and Humanities at the University of Ottawa.
17 miles of beach with excellent Atlantic body-surfing surf - and nobody on the entire thing but Mrs. BD (in photo) and me. Tempted to try some nude surfing but would hate to sunburn sensitive body parts. (Also, with a good wave ride you can scrape the sand.)
We are not accustomed to swimming and surfing in 75-degree ocean water, as Cape Codders. In warm surf, I get tired before I become hypothermic. That's good, but the warmth feels decadent.
I will throw some pics together when I get the chance.
"Show me that age and country where the rights and liberties of the people were placed on the sole chance of their rulers being good men, without a consequent loss of liberty! I say that the loss of that dearest privilege has ever followed, with absolute certainty, every such mad attempt."
6:1 In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lofty; and the hem of his robe filled the temple.
6:2 Seraphs were in attendance above him; each had six wings: with two they covered their faces, and with two they covered their feet, and with two they flew.
6:3 And one called to another and said: "Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory."
6:4 The pivots on the thresholds shook at the voices of those who called, and the house filled with smoke.
6:5 And I said: "Woe is me! I am lost, for I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips; yet my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts!"
6:6 Then one of the seraphs flew to me, holding a live coal that had been taken from the altar with a pair of tongs.
6:7 The seraph touched my mouth with it and said: "Now that this has touched your lips, your guilt has departed and your sin is blotted out."
6:8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I; send me!"