Today, Suttle Lake beauty trumps politics

Come November, vote Democratic. And if you’re in Oregon, vote “no” on every Oregon ballot measure. [Update: Oops. When I impulsively wrote the above I'd forgotten about Measure 44, which expands the Oregon Prescription Drug Program. It deserves a "yes." Otherwise, I still advise "no" on the other measures. See my post, "I copy Laurel's ballot. Are we lawbreakers?"] There. I’m done my minimal progressive duty and am done with politics for this blogging day. I’ll turn to photos of our recent walk around central Oregon’s Suttle Lake, a much more pleasant manifestation of physical reality. The big fire a…

My virtual colonoscopy is a walk in the park (and to the toilet)

Nobody other than a masochist says, “Oh joy, I’m going to have a colonoscopy today!” So I’ve resisted having an endoscope snaked up my butt, even while sedated. I’d heard horror stories about people who suffered a lot of pain during a colonoscopy but were too zonked out to effectively communicate what was going on. Then I learned about virtual (or CT) colonoscopy. It’s non-invasive (yes!) and doesn’t require sedation. Like most things medical there’s debate over whether conventional or virtual colonoscopy is better. A 2003 study reported in the New England Journal of Medicine concluded: “CT colonoscopy with the…

Oregonian’s illogical Saxton endorsement

Bizarre. That describes today’s endorsement of gubernatorial candidate Ron Saxton by the Portland Oregonian. I usually find that the newspaper’s editorials make sense, even if I don’t agree with their position. But that wasn’t the case here. The Loaded Orygun blog sums up my attitude exactly: “The O has lost its fucking mind.” How is it possible for the Oregonian to start off with this rendition of the state’s problems, then endorse Republican Ron Saxton? This state has slipped and fallen. School funding is below the national average. Oregon is near the bottom in public support of universities. The number…

SearchMash, my new favorite search engine

Be sure to check out SearchMash, Google’s lightly publicized search testing ground. I just learned about it a few days and already I’m hooked. It’s a Zen-ified Google. Simpler, purer, more direct. Just start typing anywhere and you’re typing into the search box. Cool. No click and type. Do a web page search and some images often will pop up on the right side. No need to do a separate image search. Nice. (But my “Brian Hines” search revealed a guy who doesn’t look a whole lot like me.) Get to the end of the first ten search results, click…

“Property Wrongs” report about Measure 37 features our neighborhood

Supporters of Oregon’s Measure 37, which trashed our state’s land use laws, like to talk about property rights. But now Oregon is facing property wrongs caused by the inherent unfairness of Measure 37, which created a privileged class of landowner. Such is the conclusion of a report, “Property Wrongs: Lessons from Oregon on ‘property rights’” that was released today by Seattle’s Sightline Institute. It features six case studies of the ill effects of Measure 37. Our Spring Lake Estates neighborhood is one of them. As I described in my previous post, a hydrogeologist has found that commonly-owned Spring Lake is…

Behold the ugly face of Measure 37

Here’s what Oregon’s Measure 37 looks like. An 82 lot subdivision next to our Spring Lake Estates neighborhood. This is a map of the first phase, 43 lots. Which means 43 homes, with 43 wells, on land intended for exclusive farm use that already has limited groundwater. Crazy. If you voted for Measure 37, which exempted some property owners from complying with the state’s land use laws, you probably thought the face of Measure 37 was Dorothy English—a 92 year-old who, ads in favor of the measure said, just wanted the right to develop her land so she could give…

Black Butte Ranch Restaurant: We love you, but…

Sometimes tough love is needed. Straight talk. Telling it like it is. Black Butte Ranch Restaurant, my friend, you’ve got to get your serving-time act together. Plus, what you serve has got to include a decent vegetarian entrée. Two “got to’s.” Not much to ask. You can handle it. Then we’ll keep coming back. We love looking out your floor to ceiling windows at snow-capped mountains, a meadow, grazing horses, geese on the pond. The atmosphere can’t be beat. But no matter how beautiful the setting, diners get cranky when they wait half an hour to have their order taken,…

Marijuana may stave off Alzheimer’s

Ah, excellent news today: smoking pot may prevent the progression of Alzheimer’s disease. I’m hoping the effect is long-lasting, since I inhaled enough THC in the 60’s to keep me Alzheimer’s-free for a thousand years (more or less; anyway, the whole universe could just be a speck in the eye of a Cosmic Dude who is just a speck in the eye…time’s got to be an illusion). What a trip. All these years I’ve heard, “If you can remember the 60’s, you probably weren’t there.” Now it turns out that those cannabis-happy hippie days were good for the memory. Far…

Tango, a three minute love affair

Carlos Rojas, one of our Tango instructors, says that Tango began in Buenos Aires as a human mating dance. Much as birds and other animals do, males had to compete for a limited supply of desirable females. Dancing Tango demonstrated to a woman what kind of a mate a man would be. So Carlos likes to say that Tango is simple: “It’s just a gentleman walking with a lady so she will fall in love with him.” Just as Carlos told us last night, Christine Denniston explains that in the late 1800s there was a massive influx of single male…

Airplane liquid explosives threat was overblown

Terrorism is no joke. But how the British and American governments have been responding to it often is.

That’s why it was fitting I learned about the mostly phony binary explosives threat, which was supposed to be able to bring down an airplane with a tube of toothpaste and a bottle of water, in Funny Times, which reprinted Ted Rall’s expose of the overblown Homeland Security alert that kept our flying mouths dry until TSA relaxed the rules recently.

Which was the right thing to do, since there never was much reason to be concerned that terrorists would be able to mix some liquids or gels together and bingo!, fashion a powerful bomb.

For The Register reports in “Mass murder in the skies: was the plot feasible?” how unlikely it is that anyone would be able to concoct a brew capable of bringing down a plane from liquid carry-on items. Preparation of TATP, triacetone triperoxide, the jihadist’s explosive of choice, takes some serious work.

Rall says:

“First,” wrote The Register, “you’ve got to get adequately concentrated hydrogen peroxide. This is hard to come by, so a large quantity of the three per cent solution sold in pharmacies might have to be concentrated by boiling off the water…Take your hydrogen peroxide, acetone, and sulfuric acid, measure them very carefully, and put them into drink bottles for convenient smuggling onto a plane.

It’s all right to mix the peroxide and acetone in one container, so long as it remains cool. Don’t forget to bring several frozen gel-packs (preferably in a Styrofoam chiller deceptively marked “perishable foods”), a thermometer, a large beaker, a stirring rod, and a medicine dropper. You’re going to need them.

“It’s best to fly first class and order champagne. The bucket full of ice water, which the airline ought to supply, might possibly be adequate…Once the plane is over the ocean, very discreetly bring all of your gear into the toilet. You might need to make several trips to avoid drawing attention.

Once your kit is in place, put a beaker containing the peroxide/acetone mixture into the ice water bath (champagne bucket), and start adding the acid, drop by drop, while stirring constantly. Watch the reaction temperature carefully. The mixture will heat, and if it gets too hot, you’ll end up with a weak explosive. In fact, if it gets really hot, you’ll get a premature explosion possibly sufficient to kill you, but probably no one else.

“After a few hours–assuming, by some miracle, that the fumes haven’t overcome you or alerted passengers or the flight crew to your activities–you’ll have a quantity of TATP with which to carry out your mission. Now all you need to do is dry it for an hour or two.”

The conclusion is clear: “Certainly, if we can imagine a group of jihadists smuggling the necessary chemicals and equipment on board, and cooking up TATP in the lavatory, then we’ve passed from the realm of action blockbusters to that of situation comedy.”

Yes, these days it’s difficult to separate Bush administration policies from satire. Such is Maureen Dowd’s point in a biting New York Times column about how similar George Bush is to comedian Ali G’s hilarious alter ego, Borat. (See continuation of this post).

Here’s a clip of the new Borat movie. Watch it. It’s a reminder that when Bush and company make you want to cry, a better response is to laugh at their antics. We’ve got a comical president, so why not smile some at his expense? At the same time, of course, working like crazy to elect replacements for his Republican minions this November.

Embargo is lifted on my daughter’s baby news

I’ve gotten the go-ahead from Celeste to start my grandchild blogging. She told me the big news, that she’s pregnant, shortly after she picked Laurel and me up at the Burbank airport last Friday. But she asked me to hold off on tooting my grandfatherly horn over the Internet until she’d told her boss. Which now has occurred. So here’s the first public photo of my daughter’s child. Isn’t he or she cute? Celeste sure thinks so. She kept cooing over this ultrasound image as I struggled to make out any identifiable human (or even quasi-human) features. Well, that’s mother…

Democrats stand for reality, Republicans for illusion

Keep it real. Great advice. There’s no simpler, nor wiser, philosophy of life. Or of voting. Life is short. Life is precious. It’s crazy to fritter it away on illusion. Which is what the Republicans offer. I’m an Independent. I often look at the D’s and R’s and say, “A pox on both your parties.” But my love for reality keeps bringing me back to the progressive side of the political spectrum, because that’s where truth is much more likely to be found. Yesterday Laurel and I were interviewed by Colleen and Eric, who are collaborating on separate efforts to…

Bill Clinton fires up my progressive soul

Oh, Bill, you’ve been sorely missed. It’s been a long six years of Democratic tentativeness. Mustn’t speak out too strongly. Have to watch our words. Don’t want to offend. Screw that. The time is long past for dissembling, which the Dems are still prone to do. You’d think that they would have learned from Kerry’s horrible mistake in 2004: sitting on his hands while he was being Swift Boated, even though he was seeking the job of Commander in Chief—which has something to do with a strong defense, doesn’t it? But no. I still have to suffer through the spectacle…

I go to Hollywood and eat lunch with Kirsten Dunst

Really. I did. For the whole meal we were just a few feet apart. I was sitting at the very M Café table shown in this photo. On the near end, next to the window. My new best friend, Kirsten, she of “Spider-Man” fame, was eating by herself at an outside table right behind the glass. So our relationship has some room to grow. Like, we could be in the same room. And meet each other. But, hey, this was a good start. Last weekend Laurel and I visited my daughter Celeste, her husband Patrick, and fabulously spoiled cats Cici…

Sex, doughnuts, and Trailblazer Zach Randolph

Ah, I shouldn’t have worried that the Portland Trailblazers would get all boringly straight and narrow now that Nate McMillan is the coach. Star player Zach Randolph hasn’t been charged following an investigation into his escapade with two women who he had paid $500 to simulate a sex act at the Hotel Vintage Plaza on August 11. But the District Attorney’s report about what went on is titillating reading. Even with all the blacked out names. Fame, youth, and an $84 million contract sure can bring a dude a lot of fun. Though one of the women said she spent…

Up with old time saw shops. Down with Lowe’s and Home Depot.

Salem’s State Street Saw Shop is a thing of beauty, isn’t it? Aside from the alliteration, consider what I enjoyed during my visit this afternoon. I parked fifteen feet from the front door. No trudging in the rain through a vast parking lot, then coming out and wondering, “Where the hell is my car?” I walked in and immediately saw what I was looking for—a Stihl BR 550 Backpack Blower. No wandering endless aisles searching for the one thing I wanted out of countless things I didn’t. I got immediate knowledgeable service from two mature guys who have forgotten more…

Are women more generous than men? I prove it.

Like most men, I feel grateful that I’m not married to me. Laurel, my wife, simply is a better person than I am. Less egotistical, more compassionate and generous. Here’s an example. Last week we stopped at the Mountain High Grocery in Detroit, our habitual halfway pit stop when driving back and forth from Salem to our cabin in Camp Sherman. The coffee is good, the toilets are clean, and the snacks plentiful. Nirvana. This visit I also wanted an Oregonian for my reading pleasure after we got home. Looking to my left as I walked through the Mountain High…

Oklahoma has different view of loss to Oregon

I thought it’d be fun to head on over to NewsOK to see how Oklahoma Sooner fans were taking their team’s one point loss to Oregon yesterday. Just as I expected, they’re pissed. In fairness, they’ve got good reason. Aside from the fact that an Oregon player sure seemed to touch the on-side kick before it went ten yards, video shows an Oklahoma guy picking up the ball when it squirted out of the pile. Hate to say it, but it looks like Oregon got away with a win that it didn’t deserve. Still, it’s a win. Go Ducks!

How Sisters, Oregon became a charming prosperous town

It wasn’t through allowing property owners to do whatever they wanted, an instructive lesson for those who seek to dismantle Oregon’s pioneering land use laws. No, Sisters changed from a town on the decline into a charming artsy Western-themed community because of central planning. My wife and I love Sisters. We share ownership of a cabin in Camp Sherman, about fifteen minutes away. We go to Sisters a lot. It’s a great place to walk, shop, eat, and relax. Plus, they now have spiffy centrally located public bathroom facilities. What else could you want? (especially after a triple latte at…

Happiness is a new mountain bike. Maybe.

My birthday has begun. Actually, it started five days ago. It’ll culminate on October 7, which used to be known as my “birthday.” I’ve decided to celebrate it like Ramadan—a full month of honoring what I reverence most: me. This makes perfect sense, because the older I get (have started to become 58), the fewer birthdays I have left to celebrate. Therefore the celebration should get longer as I age, to make up for fewer future celebratory opportunities. If I live to 100, I suppose I’ll be celebrating continuously. Anyway, here’s my first major gift to myself. A black 2007…