Monday, December 6, 2010

My Chesapeake Energy Neighbor Is Shining Bright Tonight With Grackles

I don't know what is going on across the street from my abode at my friendly neighborhood Chesapeake Energy Barnett Shale Drilling Pad Site.

The previous 2 or 3 times, when activity has gone into overdrive at this site, it did not involve bright lights, powered by a generator, next to an RV, parked outside the entry gate, with a sign that says "PLEASE STOP AND SIGN IN."

Who is coming to this Chesapeake site and why do they need to stop and sign in?

It is being an eerie evening this evening in Texas. I left here a little after 5. The sun setting put on a pretty good light show. I stopped to get gas and then headed to Wal-Mart. I have never seen so many Grackles. The sky was dark with Grackles. Grackles were lined up on all flat edges in view.

Very Hitchcockian.

The weirdest Grackle formations were lines of the birds sitting on top of the poles that hold red lights. Each time I'd get out my camera to take a picture the light would turn green. I decided a Grackle picture was not meant to be.

Back to my Chesapeake neighbor. I wonder what is going to be slinking in tonight under cover of darkness? I hope it is not noisy. Or explosive. Or both.

My Next Door Neighbor The Evil Chesapeake Energy Empire Has Returned With Bright Lights

This morning, when I exited my abode to head to the Tandy Hills, I was surprised that my next door neighbor, Chesapeake Energy, was being busy at the Chesapeake Barnett Shale Drilling Operation that is a stone's throw, or two, from where I try to sleep.

As you can see, a drilling rig has been installed. Again.

And, for some reason a big RV like rig is sitting outside the entry gate. With a big bank of lights sitting next to it. With a burly looking woman attending to the trailer by the bank of lights.

Could this be a TV crew? Could the burly woman be a German? You know how burly those German women can be. Gar the Texan used to be married to a really burly one. I think he had her deported when she got too burly.

I digress.

So, is this part of the German ARD TV Crew that is in Fort Worth this week to gather info about the Barnett Shale notorieties?

What do they need bright lights at night for?

I fear I am heading for some noisy aggravation in the coming days and nights.

Total change of subject. 

Speaking of Gar the Texan. Just seconds ago I was appalled to read on his blog of his worst case ever of The Vapors. With this case of The Vapors sending Gar the Texan to a Wichita Falls Emergency Room, where the emergency was so serious he was immediately hospitalized so that drastic measures could be taken to get The Vapors under control.

Back to the previous subject, that being the return of Chesapeake Energy to my next door neighbor. Anyone know what the Evil Empire is up to on Bridgewood Drive? That requires heavy duty night lighting? And a big RV? And a burly German woman?

Monday Morning In Texas After A Night Of Trying To Get The Lights Turned On In Washington

Stepping outside to take a picture through the bars of my patio prison cell was a bit chilly this first Monday of the last month of 2010.

It is 27 degrees out there this morning. Brrrrr.

This morning I got an email informing me that Annie Trujillo wants to be friends on Facebook. I always find that verbiage odd. I don't know why, I just do.

I spent a lot of time back in my old house in Mount Vernon, Washington, last night. I do not recollect having vivid dreams about that house before. The house previous to that one, yes, but not the one I was in last night.

That house had a lot of lights, inside and out. In several locations there were 4 light switches in a row. In last night's nightmare I was obsessed with those switches. No matter how hard I flicked the one that turned on the track lighting nothing would happen. The one that was supposed to turn on the fan high up on the third floor instead turned on the furnace in the basement.

I'd wake up frustrated. Then fall back asleep and it'd start up again.

I'm sure there is some deep Freudian explanation. I choose to think it means my sub-conscious has an urge to get the right lights turned on to facilitate a move back to Washington.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Tootsie Tonasket Tandy Talking Thinking About Eastern Washington & Coulees

Today I had a gestalt moment of awareness as to one of the reasons I am drawn so frequently to the Tandy Hills.

It reminds me of home.

Tootsie Tonasket got me on the phone as I was driving to the Tandy Hills today. Tootsie lives in Eastern Washington.

Eastern Washington is a totally different landscape from the green of Western Washington. Much of Eastern Washington is desert with rolling hills covered with brown grass in summer.

As a kid I always thought the Eastern Washington hills looked like the upholstery on a sofa. If you removed the trees from the Tandy Hills and just left the current golden tall grass, it would look like the hills of Eastern Washington.

I think when I see the Tandy Hills it touches some deep, buried happy place in my memory. Nothing made me happier, as a kid, than our family camping trips over to Eastern Washington. With my favorite place being Sun Lakes. On the way to Sun Lakes you drive past a lot of rolling brown upholstered hills, but at Sun Lakes you see no rolling hills, due to it being on the canyon floor of the Lower Grand Coulee.

It was cold and windy hiking the Tandy Hills today. It was colder where Tootsie Tonasket was calling from. Yesterday I was on the Tandy Hills in shorts and a t-shirt. Today it was long pants, 2 shirt layers, a windbreaker, a wool cap over my ears. And gloves.

Tomorrow will be colder. I must do a search for my long underwear.

The Germans Are Coming To Fort Worth & Want To Talk To You About Your Barnett Shale Experience

According to Don Young, Germans will be invading North Texas next week in the form of reporters and photographers from ARD German Television and the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.

They are looking for people to tell their story about the Barnett Shale.

I don't have a story about the Barnett Shale, that I know of.

Well, there was the time I was almost killed by Express Energy. Was that the name? It's been a long time since I had bad encounters with white pickup trucks.

Anyway, below is the message from Don Young in its entirety, along with the email address to facilitate contacting DY.

Do you have a story to tell about living on top of the Barnett Shale?

Reporters and photographers from ARD German Television AND the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette will be in Fort Worth early next week.

They are looking for compelling stories from the Barnett Shale.

If you would like to be interviewed please send me your contact info and time of availability, ASAP.

Thanks-

Don

A Cold First Sunday Of December With A New Bank To Replace Chase

The first Sunday of the last month of 2010 has dawned with the outside air heated to only two degrees above freezing.

That two degrees above freezing is scheduled to fall to below freezing later today.

Yesterday's hiking on the Tandy Hills went on way longer than I had intended. One reason was I'd stopped to talk to a pair of hikers. And their dog.

One of the things I mentioned to the pair of hikers. And their dog. Was that for the first month or so of hiking on the Tandy Hills I could get a bit lost. But that never happened anymore.

Saying that turned out to be a bit ironic, about a half hour later, when I found myself not exactly lost, but unable to find, on first try, the trail I was looking for.

Eventually I was able to escape the Tandy Hills and make my way to my neighborhood Wal-Mart Supercenter. As I was exiting Wal-Mart I glanced at the bank that is inside Wal-Mart, it being a version of the First National Bank of Texas.

I did not glance furtively enough. I found myself accosted by an African bank teller asking if she could help me. I said, yes, one question. Do you have free checking?

The answer was yes. She said I could open an account in 5 minutes. I hesitated for a second and then agreed.

About a half hour later I had a new bank account. The African bank teller was a little difficult to understand. She is new to America, having moved here from Sudan. Sudan is in Africa. North Africa.

So, now I can get rid of Chase Bank.

It will be much more convenient having my bank be in Wal-Mart. It is also in Kroger, walking distance from my abode. Which ironically is where I opened my WaMu account, after which WaMu left Kroger, making it inconvenient. And then WaMu went bad and was taken over by Chase which also went bad. But in a different way.

I have no idea what I am doing today, except for, I am hoping to watch The Amazing Race go to South Korea tonight, if a football game does not interrupt.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Fort Borscht's Trinitov River Vision & ID Grangerovobich's Bad Boy Behavior

You are looking at a manmade canal in Fort Borscht, Russia.

Fort Borscht is part of the Dashov-Fort Borscht Metroplex of about 6 million people.

Dashov is the bigger of the two main towns in the D/FB Metroplex.

Fort Borscht, from its founding, had a sort of inferiority complex regarding the more famous, more cosmopolitan city to its east.

While Russia was part of the Soviet Union, run by the communists, Fort Borscht came up with all sorts of schemes to try and outshine its Dashov neighbor.

During the Stalin years the Soviets liked to build big projects, sometimes of dubious merit.

In an attempt to control the flooding of the Trinitov River, as it flowed through Fort Borscht, enormous dikes were built.

The dikes worked. Fort Borscht suffered no bad flooding after the dikes went up in the 1950s.

About a decade before the collapse of communism, Fort Borscht came up with its goofiest scheme ever to try and make the town into a special place. Fort Borscht's town commissars came up with a plan to re-do the Trinitov River, making canals, a lake and a palace for the commissars. The plan was named The Fort Borscht Trinitov River Vision to Make Fort Borscht The Envy Of The World.

The communists liked to give long names to their plans. The plan became known by its acronym, FBTRVTMFBTEOTW, which is pronounceable in Russian, but looks ridiculous in English.

The FBTRVTMFBTEOTW plan was presented to the Supreme Soviet in Moscow, pushed by Politiburo member, Kasha Grangerovobich, a native of Fort Borscht.

In the Soviet Union, the Soviets could initiate enormous public works projects without that nasty impediment to progress we have in the United States of America, known as a public vote. In the Soviet Union all property belonged to the people. And since the people, in theory, were the state, the state, as in the Soviets, could take people's property for whatever they wanted it for.

Unlike America.

Where you can only do such a thing if you use the lawful practice known as eminent domain. Which can only be used to take property when it is for the greater public good. Like building a school, a road, a water treatment plant, a dam, an airport, that type thing.

In the Soviet Union, the communists could take your land for anything they wanted, to build a sports stadium, a mall parking lot or even to build an un-needed lake and flood diversion channel, that the Soviet people did not want, did not need, and did not vote for.

Which is what part of the FBTRVTMFBTEOTW plan was. To build an un-needed flood diversion channel. And take down those Stalin era dikes on the Trinitov River. In the Soviet's, un-democratic system, plans and ideas were not publicly debated, as to their merit. Hence some really big mistakes were made in the Soviet Union.

Unlike here, in most parts of America. Where the people rule. Or try to.

So, the FBTRVTMFBTEOTW plan was funded by the Politburo. Initially it was to cost only 300 million rubles. But soon the price skyrocketed to over a billion rubles, with monorails and the world's biggest manmade surfing beach added to the FBTRVTMFBTEOTW plan.

As was the case with most Soviet projects, this project was top heavy with bureaucracy. Kasha Grangerovobich used her political influence, in the Politiburo, to have her drunken, ne-er-do-well son, Ivan Davidich Grangerovobich, installed as the FBTRVTMFBTEOTW project's project manager, even though he had no experience in such things.

Such was the way the old Soviet Union was run. Nepotism was not in the Soviet vocabulary. Can you imagine the same thing happening in America? Some American politician finagling funds for some fool project and then getting her son installed to run it? The public outrage would be deafening.

So, I.D Grangerovobich took over Fort Borscht's biggest project in its history. And proceeded to have fun spending money on fact finding junkets to other Soviet cities to study their rivers. I.D. even took his crew of fact finders out of the country, to Venice, to study the canals.

After the Soviet Union collapsed, and some of the Soviet era wrong doers were brought to justice, as records were made public and the new government investigated some of the Soviet shenanigans, the Fort Borscht FBTRVTMFBTEOTW project erupted into a national scandal in Russia.

It was learned that I.D. Grangerovobich had been squandering millions of rubles on junkets, cars, fancy offices and liquor. It was revealed that I.D. frequently took weekday trips to neighboring Dashov, ostensibly on business trips with one of his assistants, which actually was lunch, with a lot of drinks, which often ended on a bed in a suite in an expensive Dashov hotel.

Very little, if any, work was ever done on any of the big junkets I.D. took his crew on. The junkets quickly turned into party time.

As the FBTRVTMFBTEOTW project spun out of control, the escapades grew ever more goofy. At one point  I.D. bought 100s of inner tubes. And a bus. And arranged to have an Inner Tubing Happy Hour floating down the icy cold Trinitov River.

Icy cold was the Trinitov's only problem, otherwise it was a pristine, clean, crystal clear, unpolluted river, that looked inviting to go floating in. If it weren't so darn cold.

The FBTRVTMFBTEOTW project collapsed soon before the Soviet Union collapsed. A big mess was left for the post-Soviet, Russian government to clean up. All that remains of the FBTRVTMFBTEOTW  project is a canal and the world's biggest artificial surfing beach,. Which not many Fort Borschtites use, even though I.D., in his booze addled lunacy, thought it'd give all the town's citizens the opportunity to go surfing.

After the Soviet Union's collapse I.D.s mom, Kasha Grangerovobich, was arrested and charged with crimes against the people.

I.D. Grangerovobich managed to escape to the West, where he eventually took up residence in Fort Worth, Texas, leaving his wife and two kids behind in Russia, but bringing his assistant to America with him.

I.D.  Grangerovobich has no obvious means of support, but he appears to be living quite well in Fort Worth. It is suspected he made it out of Russia with a lot of rubles.

CSI Investigates A Chesapeake-ish Fracking Operation In Nevada That Is Killing People

A few weeks ago I discovered video on demand on my AT & T U-verse DVR. This enabled me to watch  CSI this afternoon while I consumed lunch.

I would have thought I would have already heard mention made of this particular CSI episode, it being Episode 8 of Season 11. Titled "FRACKED"

This episode of CSI aired November 11.

That is a screen cap from the episode, from a sort of tutorial a CSI guy watched to wise himself up to the evils of hydraulic fracturing.

This episode of CSI was not the first time CSI has used a Fort Worth crime for story fodder.

Years ago CSI used the incident where a Fort Worth women left a man to die, stuck in her windshield, in her garage. Which actually sort of took place in my neighborhood. High crime, dangerous place to live that it is.

In the CSI Fracked episode, people in a little town outside Las Vegas are dying from real bad cancers. As well as their animals. A couple guys turn up dead. Clues lead the CSI guys to a farmer who is also dying. The farmer knows it is the Chesapeake alias that killed his wife, killed his animals and is now killing him. The farmer does not quite know what the chemical stew is that the Chesapeake alias has caused to be in his water, but he knows it is explosive.

So, before the CSI guys can bring the guy in, he drops a match in his well, causing it to kaboom, toasting him.

One of the CSI guys, a CSI guy who an Erin Brockovich type newspaper lady, also dying from the Chesapeake alias cancer, had clued him into the dangers of hydraulic fracturing, turned on one of the now dead farmer's faucets and proceeded to light it on fire, like something you'd see in GASLAND.

Eventually the clues lead the CSI guys to the heart of darkness, that being the location of the Chesapeake alias's operation in the valley it is killing. There they find one of those "Evaporation Ponds" that Chesapeake Energy has installed in various locations on Fort Worth's landscape.

The first guy who had been murdered, got wonked on the head while trying to get a sample of the water in the pond, then was left in the pond til he drowned, and then moved to another pond where kids were skinnydipping. The next guy to get murdered was a Chesapeake alias inspector who was trying to do the right thing. Then the unseen Aubrey McClendon alias ordered one of his flaks to kill the whistleblower and then he ordered another flak to kill the whistleblower's killer.

I tell you, those people up in DISH think they have it bad with Chesapeake Energy and the other Barnett Shale Drillers. Apparently it is much worse in Nevada. And just like here in Fort Worth, the powers that be, the regulating agencies, the government, the people who are supposed to look out for the welfare of the people, look the other way, even when the crime is direct murder and murder by poisoning a water supply.

Anyway, this was an interesting episode of CSI, using Fort Worth and its environs for story fodder again.

A Saturday Hike On The Tandy Hills With Mike, Sara & Penny

That is Mike and Sara and their canine hiking companion, Penny, taking a break and having lunch on the Tandy Hills today.

Mike and Sara have lived in Dallas for 3 years. Before Dallas they lived in Eugene, Oregon, where they'd hiked a lot.

Mike and Sara were Googling for places to hike in Texas and somehow found this blog called Durango Texas, which led them to their first visit to the Tandy Hills.

I talked to Mike and Sara and Penny for awhile. Told them about other hiking places in the area.

I forgot to mention some good hiking locations, so I'll mention them now, in the oft chance Mike and Sara visit that Durango Texas Blog again.

Well, Lake Grapevine has some good trails. The trails from Rockledge Park are probably the best. You'll find the entry to Rockledge Park after you drive across Lake Grapevine Dam. Grapevine currently charges an entry fee to Rockledge Park, which I consider an outrage and an abomination.

There are several park areas around Lake Grapevine from which you can access the trails, like the Horseshoe Trails.

Across the Red River, in Oklahoma, there is Turner Falls Park, with hiking, caves and cliffs to climb.

About 60 miles southwest of Fort Worth you'll find Dinosaur Valley State Park. There are miles of good trails in this state park. Very hilly. And it is very easy to get lost. The trails are marked by color. Which does not help all that much with the getting lost problem.

There are a couple other good Fort Worth hiking locations. The Fort Worth Nature Preserve is one. It's got miles of trails, cliffs, prairie dogs, bayous and alligators. Trails that you can access from the Lake Worth overlook in Sansom Park are the steepest I have been on in Texas. Sansom Park is a maze of trails and it is possible to have fun getting lost.

I told Mike and Sara about the trails in Cedar Hills State Park. I neglected to mention how huge this park is. It is a several mile drive, once you enter the park, to get to the first hiking trailhead. At the end of the road you'll find the trailhead for some 13 miles of mountain bike trails, that you can also hike. I told Mike and Sara I've seldom seen a snake on the Tandy Hills. At Cedar Hills State Park I had my biggest rattlesnake encounter. As in, it was HUGE.

This makes twice this week I've run into humans on the Tandy Hills who had not been there before. The hills are coming alive with humans.

The First Saturday Of The Last Month Of 2010 Dawns Bright & Semi-Warm

It is the first Saturday morning of the last month of 2010.

With blue sky and 51 degrees. I believe we got into the 70s yesterday. Which would make the 24 hour average over 50 degrees. Which, according to my swimming criteria, makes this a go swimming in the morning day.

But, I am up late and not much in the mood for cold shock therapy. Which may mean it might do me some good.

I got a lot of email last night and this morning, with a lot of information that I am going to need some time to process. My head is already hurting from the process of processing.

I need to go for some icy water therapy now. See you later.