Thursday, June 25, 2015

Time for a fresh entry, too many mini-updates UPDATED UP TOP

I'm putting this UPDATE up at the top because I just came back from the Enid Arts open house event at Oakwood Mall with the realization of just how Wreck-It-Ralph the Enid City Commission has become, as once again I am relieved that they failed with "de-malling" that mall.  When they finally wreck the mall without boughs of holly, they'll be wrecking an irreplaceable mural painted by a renowned local artist, Marilyn Fulton.  The following vid has no audio--just enjoy what you see because the priceless thing exists on precious borrowed time as it is:



Even though there's not a whole lot, quantity-wise, to report on, something that rocked my world just happened on Twitter and if I were to just look you in the eyeball and insist this happened with words alone, you wouldn't believe a word of it.  But I've got the screen shot.

When I first started on Twitter, I Followed every government official I could find on there, and was quite shaken to find that, after Following Karl Rove, he started Following ME.  I think I was more scared than flattered at the time, but later discovered that he Followed everybody back because he was in the business of promoting this that or the other book or something.  Meh.

Anyhoo, my Follower number just went up tonight and I was both delighted and surprised by this:

Well, damn Sam!  Katrina vanden Heuvel

I'm still not sure if even I believe that at this point. This is a day that has been made!  But this isn't to diminish the fact that over the last weekend I Tweeted that I had watched BookTV's Afterwords where Mona Eltahawy was being interviewed.  And guess who Favorited that Tweet. Ya, I'm not sure I'm ready to believe that one either.  But it happened.

I was just informed via Twitter that there's a gay pride filter that Facebook offers for overlay of their profile pic in celebration of the Supremes' ruling on marriage, and although I'm straight, I celebrate.  I'm with Gov. Mary Fallin when she says that gays are good Oklahomans.  They are.

Late Friday Bulletin: News just came down the pike via DXLD that the guy I've referred to as the Latino Tom Meiuer is a cancer survivor and he's still doing announcer/voice work as well as doing master of ceremonies gigs. I became a fan of his when he was presenter for "This Is Santo Domingo" at a time when Radio Clarin still existed.  This blog takes this time to roundly salute Rudy Espinal!

Thursday, June 18, 2015

In Right To Work state Oklahoma, a strike apparently closes a coffee shop; bridge eats another truck UPDATE

I'm posting this on the fly right now, and that's the way things appear at this point but the story is certainly subject to fact checking at this point...but...I have a video of a one-person picket at the Great Expectations coffee shop located on N. Van Buren in Enid, where the old Carl's Jr. used to be (gee, Enid can't even keep a Carl's Jr. business--imagine that). Posted on the door of Great Expectations is a notice of a different location.  Did they move, or was the Carl's Jr. location a branch?

What I do  know is that it was open, doing brisk business being located on a main artery, it added a car wash facility to its parking lot, it got picketed June 9, and then shuttered.


I used to go there on occasion when it used to be Carl's Jr, as I was a fan of something unique in its interior: that mural...


Friday UPDATE: activity was observed at this establishment--3 vehicles, doors open, but still dark inside. Couldn't keep the lights on, maybe?  Something that makes me go "hmmmmm".  Monday UPDATE: Saw a small wood-sided trailer full of what looks like came from the innards of the establishment.  The word COFFEE was painted across the front windows, and that's down now.  Has it been sold again?  And whence that lovely mural, I wonder I wonder...
Next Friday UPDATE: it's open again, but as a taqueria, no sign of where the mural went. :(

Saturday UPDATE: I have made the pronouncement that TODAY is THE DAY---I'm making apricot BBQ sauce from scratch, and the inner mad scientist is hereby RELEASED!! Muahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
Mmmm, smells good, too.  Too bad we haven't invented smellevision yet.  Whereas whiskey improves standard BBQ sauce, I think I'll take a shot at using brandy.  So to speak. Mini-UPDATE: yup, I got some damn awesome apricot BBQ sauce and it looks like the high pectin content of the 'cots really really really thicken the sauce admirably.  And I haven't added brandy yet--and here we go, adding the brandy...and...DAMN that hit it right outta da park, and it's now quite literally awesome sauce!  This recipe is a KEEPER!

Sunday mini-UPDATE: Egypt erupts again, and this time it's women leading the protests. Yet again, journalists are jailed, though. Here we go again.

The Itahadiya Palace protest which Egypt says can't be filmed because the protest has no permit. The issue: free the detainees.

....and then there's THIS.

Meanwhile in Turkey, better developments despite Erdogan's re-election: Parliament losses.  I also note with great interest that Mona Eltahawy is being interviewed this weekend on BookTV's Afterwords program.  Big fan of hers over here.

In this new season of Ramadan, it's well worth mentioning a Libyan Blogger blogger with some GREAT recipes for Eid, for Suhour, and, if you ask me, all year 'round: Laila's Cooking Corner. Laila Arif, specifically.

Monday LOLz UPDATE! You'd think that the City Commission would get wise by now--trucks ain't skeered o no teeth!

Oh here we go, just now put up a clip of Punched Out Judy on YouTube with this as the topic. The episode was submitted for broadcast a little over 24 hours before this happened, and when it happened, I had to laugh my arse off.  Here's the clip I just posted, and note that the above still was added at the end of the clip. ROTFLMAO!!!!

And now for another important message...

Sunday, June 07, 2015

Visiting Oklahoma? You can't do better than visiting Bartlesville right about now & GOLD UPDATEs

OKMozart International Festival
...not to mention that Bartlesville is the best looking city in the state, as it happens, and a great travel in time via the Frank Lloyd Wright tower ( the Price Tower) and the Phillips Museum tour, and the Frank Phillips mansion,, it's tough to make a list.  When I dig 'em up, I'll be adding pics to this post from past excursions out that way, and when I get there this year, there will be current pics too.  Stay tuned, watch this space.

MiniUPDATE: Veni, vidi, vici da tee shirt.

I've seen those guys before this, and they've got the best brass in the business...

While some humanities arts involve historian-actors prancing about in costume on stage and lecturing, OK Mozart is more like a time traveler convention where exciting discoveries are shared.

...and the time traveler convention takes place in a town where one has breakfast with Bach and then can find the best damn BBQ lunch on the planet, ever, at Dink's.

Oh, I know that pic would hardly cut the mustard for an advertisement--I chose a rather small dish in the first place (The Special)--but they do have platters available, and the one thing that makes this a great lunch is the flavor.  Can't take a pic of the flavor.

By all means, get sauced! I did!

It comes in regular as well as this hot version. I'm just partial to the hot stuff.

Boy oh boy oh boy--*I* sure did. Like a ton of bricks.

As I was saying, the OK Mozart festival isn't so much about just Wolfgang Amadeus as it is a time traveler's convention, and it's via the gift shop that I encountered a kindred Macgyver spirit...

A person of this ilk is perfectly suited for time machine maintenance and operation, clearly. Very steampunkish, too...

Indeed, I found Jessica Holeman on Facebook, Liked her page, and found that she took better pics than I did of her stuff, so the next pic is from her Facebook account:

Noteworthy (so to speak) are "Those 2", footage of which appear in this blog.
The sked--

Sked of events at the Bartlesville Public Library--oh, those Canadian Brass!

Friday mini-UPDATE: while prospecting for gold in my own back yard, I done hit the JACKPOT!!


The +cityofenid isn't short on cash when it throws it around on cronies...

Oh geez, you didn't see me there?...And you can plainly see I was in Bartlesville, right?  So how did I get this pic?  For me to know and for you to not find out. :P XD

To confuse you further, I was also in Oklahoma City for the DeadCENTER Film Festival, too:

In time and space, it's all relative. Of course.

Monday UPDATE, Gold Edition: Yup, STILL panning for it right in my own back yard...well...more like boxing for it.  It's that time of year when I'm up to my eyeballs in apricots:


...and that's just ONE of a half dozen saplings here, plus one full grown tree.  And then there's pecan season. Whew! I am seriously considering concocting apricot BBQ sauce!

Tuesday UPDATE, Dolezal/Mitchell Edition ...mainly because related topics were already covered in this blog in various posts, and particularly because the events pertaining to Rachel Dolezal and Joyce Mitchell have generated search engine traffic to those related posts. First, although I've lived in black neighborhoods I never claimed any racial affiliation other than being a member of the human race, and it's by the experience that I recognize many assertions of unjust privilege and discrimination as legitimate, and, further, that the people who do not recognize those assertions as legitimate are the same people who didn't directly experience those things themselves.

As for Joyce Mitchell, I've said it before and I'll say it again: people who try to find reasons for what happened even though she has a husband (and might actually still be happy with him), well--those people are trying to find reason in a phenomenon that never has and never will  have anything to do with reason at all.  It just happens--it just IS.  And when it comes into being, it opens the door to manipulation, and the press has now become part of the manipulation scenario when they buy all the claims of aforementioned manipulating con men that yarn about how Joyce was interested in having her husband killed.  In being suckered into believing the con men's story, the press themselves have been seduced.  Press, wise up because you're looking like lovesick loonies right now.

It's not that I've got anything against lovesick lunacy, you understand--I'm certain all of us have been there and done that not just once but on a number of occasions, and when everything and the universe actually clicks in tune to it, it's delightful--but the press is in the business of cold hard facts and factual analysis (unless we're talking about yellow journalism), so the press is what's inappropriately out of line when it gets snookered by stories told by con men.  Seriously, press--snap out of it. It doesn't look cute on you.

Tuesday UPDATE, Dolezal Interview Edition:  I'm just now watching a late night repeat of the Dolezal interview conducted by Melissa Harris Perry on MSNBC and that's evoked a number of issues I've heard in Oklahoma as to who is really Native American, too--and I've often heard it commented that a good many Indians claim bloodlines to prove tribal membership but "they don't look Indian, they look white". It's also historically true that blacks have "passed" on looks alone.  So Dolezal "passed" on looks alone, and that family member of hers who got before the press to declare her a white person could have passed as black on looks alone. There are blacks in Oklahoma who are Indians, and this is just recently a big issue within the Cherokee Nation whose government decided that although black Indians were regarded as members of the tribe, as of now, it's no longer the case, and we now have black Indians who are suddenly denied their heritage by fiat.

The conclusion was reached that there was no malice associated with Dolezal's embrace of an ethnicity which bore no privilege, while passing as white does involve acquiring privilege that whitefolk who don't step out of their privileged lives always take for granted and think EVERYBODY gets regardless of biology.  And those of us who have stepped out of our cozy corners of the world to see how other people live know that to be a lie.  Yeah, I'm inclined to cut Dolezal slack on that one, and I find her explanation of her lawsuit against Howard to be plausible even though there are white racists who claim "reverse discrimination" for completely bogus excuses.  Prejudice is the result of thought conforming to stereotype and applying one rule to all cases is in fact stereotyped prejudice--passing judgement without careful due consideration of ALL the facts of a given case.

Kudos to Lyle Mitchell for recognizing con men for what they are: CONS.

UPDATE, Con Capture Edition: That's what you get, Press, for believing the tall tales of cons. Mrs. Mitchell said what she did out of fear for her husband's life, suckers.  One question none of you has ever thought to ask, either: Is the arrested prison guard her superior and set the lackadaisical guarding standard for not just Mitchell but all of the people who answers to him, too? #FAIL

Tuesday mini-UPDATE: another corrections person was arrested, a guy named Gene Palmer. Wait, wait, don't tell me, lemme guess--he fell in love, too, right? Who could ever even imagine that con men could be so fickle? Oh, the humanity!!  And there's a skeptic out there who thinks it's all electronical magic that I appear to be in 3 vastly removed places at once.  Well, Sir Skeptic, how about THIS for proving that I was at least in Bartlesville, not Enid, hm?


No, that is NOT "photoshopped". In the mirror is the vidcam that took this pic and that's a fact.
Oh alright, here's a video of the OKMOA (Oklahoma Museum of Art) which was one of the festival's venues, and you can see the deadCENTER covers under glass in the front. I WAS THERE.


About the now-demolished Stage Center--I didn't take pics because there was just a fence around the area with black plastic fabric to block the view.  Except in one spot that the wind blew aside, and through that I could see one humongous pond.  No construction there yet.  I was ALSO in Bartlesville for OK Mozart. Deal with it.

UPDATE, Theory Edition: Just in down the pike is the opinion that I have minions. Plausible, to be sure, but just consider the political implications of my ability to attract and retain minions.  Well, it is a fact that I have city-wide political support in the form of the PEGASYS voter, so, sure--I'll buy that! If you're willing to commit to believing that I have amassed that much political pull the last time I ran for office, the only thing I can do is say that I can believe that, too!

Friday, June 05, 2015

Sort-of summer hiatus but not exactly; Tomorrowland UPDATE

There have been a number of events occurring in June that conflict with each other and this year, my choices got simpler.  One mission was accomplished, and I can chalk that up as no longer demanding my attention, so now I can spend quality time in Bartlesville OK for OKMozart.  I've got other newer irons in the fire and the old stale stuff is long overdue to get gone.  And nothing intrigues me more than adventures in new directions!  So yeah, I've been doing less blogging and more of cleaning out the cobwebs. Out with the stale old and in with the new--ALLONS-Y!!

Dink's BBQ, I'm on the way!! The Barn in Wichita, it's been too long.

Ahhhh, good ole Bruce.

When you're walking from the parking lot to the front door of Wichita's Center for the Arts, Bruce is the first thing you see long before you get to that door, on the other side of the pedestrian bridge that leads you there.  Bruce is on the parking lot side of the bridge.  When you walk right up to her, that's what the placard says: Bruce.

It's not until you go inside the center that you find out that Bruce is the first name of the sculptor.

You gotta squint to see her there, but she's the shadow straight up the middle of the entry way.

Saturday UPDATE: Those who are familiar with my interest in time travel would also be familiar with the fact that I'm a critic, too.  It's with that background that I took in the movie "Tomorrowland" today. And although it managed a handful of noticeable technical SNAFUs, by and large even a critic such as myself would call it a particularly brilliant film at least in the terms of how time actually works in re the future, and in particular, how the future isn't predestined outside of its chains of events, which can be predicted/predictable, and the matter of parallel universes with time differences, suggesting a temporal loop-back in space, and how choices made can generate a terminal pocket universe.  And there's a young lady who, simply put, "knows how things work"--my kinda gal.

I continue to pack for a stay in Bartlesville, so speaking about choices that change the future, my work toward getting that Enid event back on cable is concluded--attending that any further is quite pointless and there are far more pressing matters making demands of my own time than that.  My work on that is done--c'est finis. Those who are familiar with my interests also know that I'm interested in new things to explore, not the same ole same ole rehash.  I'm off to new adventures, thank you very much.  Whether traveling to the past or traveling to the future, my path is always forward.  Theta sigma.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

So--Enid needs to borrow money for that Kaw Pipeline project. Bond rating, anyone?-UPDATED

Recently, the City Commission got schooled by financial wonks about how important past spending encumbrances and commercial viability into the future impact its liquidity index.  One of the facets of that addressed specifically was about a what-if: if major commercial entities leave in the future, how does Enid plan to mitigate the loss of that taxable commerce?

We've lost Harold Hamm and picked up StarTek, a company with other offices elsewhere and with the attitude that as long as the other offices are always open, Enid is just an overflow option rather than one of its important offices.  Oh, I know--another call center opened up after StarTek closed for the second time, but the point is whether or not that's a comparable size or bigger, and how steady is it?  Under Bill Gamble, we were supposed to get a Bell call center, and we all know how well THAT worked out.  Enid interests iffy operations like StarTek but not big dogs like Bell.  Triangle has been sold, too.

On the win/lose balance sheet, the best Enid has been able to attract is Walmart.  Enid has lost Baskin Robins, Denny's, and there's a rumor out there that Staples stays only because it's being paid to.  Enid used to have an actual TV station, KXOK-LP, and you could actually tune in and watch actual local programming, complete with its own meteorologist once upon a time.  It changed ownership, with the owners in Ponca City but was a rent paying tenant of Broadway Tower downtown.  Remember that, City of Enid?

One less tenant in Broadway Tower, and only sporadic infomercials when you're lucky to catch something other than a "NO SIGNAL" icon.  Enid, that's not going to make you look good, especially after the financial wonks find out what a big wad you're blowing on your PEG channels just to pat yourselves on the back with.  The issue is credibility, and face it--the more you brag about yourselves on your PEG channels, the less credibility you're going to have with the folks looking at your books, given that the City's commerce can't even keep a LP TV station commercially viable as the City, with Enid Public Schools, hogs up all the bandwidth and sponsorship dollars that SHOULD be going to a commercial establishment instead of your bloated government.

You can manipulate ETN all you want to, but you're not going to hide what KXOK looks like.


Yes, the above footage was recorded in late April, but there has been no change throughout May to this point, other than the feeder channel occasionally and briefly running nation-wide infomercials, not any local content whatsoever.

Pretty much an accurate reflection of Enid's economic health when it can't even support the operation of its only TV station, transmitter of which is located atop Broadway Tower downtown. All of Main Street Enid's horses and all of Ward 5's men seem to have high difficulty putting Enid's downtown back together again...


Tuesday June 2 UPDATE, Muny Bonds Edition: Earlier this morning I was listening to Enid's KXLS FM station when I heard a commercial about a firm's focus on providing quality municipal bond portfolios for its clients, soliciting anyone interested in this sort of investment portfolio.  I didn't catch the name of the company at the time, but I was able to research the phone number and arrived at Hennion and Walsh.  Did some more digging and it turns out they're located not in Enid or anywhere in Oklahoma--they're in New Jersey.  Well, +cityofenid , these are the big dogs I was describing when last I described how porch pups were trying to run with the big dogs but whining about how they can't afford to get off the porch.  Yes, they will be the quality of Enid muny bonds if/when the City is successful in getting a loan that way, and it's by the bond rating system that all that st00pid spending on its PR department and so many other fru fru projects is going to come home to roost on your porch.  In short, the porch pups need to show that they've been weaned, and they have major issues on that front.

Late Tuesday June 2 UPDATE, City Commission Edition: Permanent ETN cameras were installed but not in operation in the basement at City Hall where the Study Session was conducted, and in that Study Session, Whocares Vanhooser suddenly got the Public Opinion religion as well as dropping the Kaw Pipeline as a priority, if you can imagine that after he ran with that as a plank in his platform--in previous sessions, actually called it foolish spending!  WOW!!

I've got the footage...but I already have tons of footage to wade through at this point, so your patience on posting that would be greatly appreciated.  The footage includes the peculiar placement of the cameras (there are 2 of them) and one of 'em is aimed straight at where the Men's Room door opens.  I was told that that's the camera position when it's OFF, but we can believe that?  Really?  I definitely intend to have fun with that part of the footage in Punched Out Judy, you can bet on it!

Here we go--


It's strange how the Commission whines about being cash-strapped, and then gives incompetent people raises, isn't it.  And then there's this, no doubt gonna show up on the City's accounting books when it goes begging to banks for a loan...

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Memorial Decoration Day ponderings

Earlier this year when I was on the "debate" panel broadcast by KGWA, I did say that I was partial to flyboys, primarily because Dad was working at Scott AFB--but what I did not mention was that before Mom met Dad, she was dating a guy I thought was the best looking airman in the Army.  Yeah, that was before there was such a thing as an Airforce.  He kinda resembled Mickey Rooney, too.

Meet USAAF Corporal (grade 5) Willard L. Sample.  I certainly can see why Mom kept the pictures, and I'm very glad she did.  The thing that prompts this post, though, is a segment that aired on 60 Minutes about the Bent Prop project and their discovery of a lot of downed WWII planes around Palau.

A couple years back I went through Mom's pictures from this gent and some of them showed aircraft where the tail numbers were discernible and I decided to do some online research to find out what became of those planes.  None of those tail numbers were on the military tail number database and it was concluded that they were lost in battle or something.  So yeah--I just got rather interested in the Bent Prop project, just now.

Mom passed away quite some time ago, and these pictures are part of her personal effects that wound up with me.  As it turns out, Willie passed away some years after Mom did, just two years prior to my attempt to look up those tail numbers.  So there ya go--this post is to do the usual Memorial Day tribute, but also to raise a toast to the Bent Prop project as well.

Somebody in Willie's unit had a camera, and sent back gems like this next one, but all I know about it is that it's in the Pacific theatre somewhere.  Palau? Japan? Or...?  Don't know the story behind it but I'd love to find out what it is.

Next is from somewhere in Europe. This man got around.

There was more information written  on the back of the next photo...

...and I quote...

" This is the P-43 and the boys. Right to left
H. C. Ward - cpl.
V. Green - t/Sgt
Hibbord - s/Sgt.
Genson cpl.
G. Gibson Sgt
L. Surretsky P F.C.

I am taking picture

I tried looking up variations on the number that appears on the plane, but with no results.

It's Larry Surretsky in the next pic, and two of the tail numbers I tried to look up come from that.

Obvious: tail number 17340.  The next tail number produced no definitive results either...

Best pic of the lot is next, and I'll bet you can guess why, ha--

Next--not exactly a double date at a St. Louis tavern, but that is Willie, girlfriend, girlfriend's sister and sister's beau...and friends. Sister is the gal peeking out from behind.

You can't tell it by looking at this merry bunch, but they're back at the tavern AFTER flipping the car the day before.

The gal in the back looked like this:

The following picture would look like a class Dad was teaching if it was a radio electronics class...

I can't seem to be able to dig up any info about this battleship, either--teh Google machine always produces info about an aircraft type called Seafire 1b instead. UPDATE: I'm deeply indebted to the friend who chimed in and said that this ship is the USS Hanover.
Luvz ya!!!!

Memorial Day Monday UPDATE: Went to the ceremony at Enid's Woodring Airport this morning and, not surprisingly, ran into Richard.  He had his own story to tell, as he did the other times I've run into him around town, but THIS time I was able to catch it on video, with permission to post it and everything.  This blog stands at sharp attention, Richard, to salute you!


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