Sunday, September 13, 2015

Natural Air Conditioning Has Arrived In Texas

As I sit here shivering on this second Sunday of September I saw that which you see here on Facebook this morning.

Currently the temperature is not even in the 80s, hence even greater excitement. Currently the temperature is barely into the 70s at 73.

Over night the low was somewhere in the 60s.

Windows are open, no ceiling fans are spinning.

The long HOT sizzling summer seems to be fizzling in to fall.

I suspect there shall be a HOT day or two to come, before the Iceman Cometh in a couple months.

In the meantime I am going to go on a cool jog with the Village Creek Indian Ghosts today.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

The Shadow Of The Tandy Hills Thin Man Enjoying Cool Hill Hiking With Beef Stroganoff

Yes, that is the Shadow of the Tandy Hills One-Armed Thin Man you are looking at here.

It is Saturday, with hill hiking the Tandy Hills being my fall back aerobic activity when I can't think of anything better to do to acquire much needed endorphins.

Even though rain fell a couple days ago, I encountered nothing muddy today on the hills. The drought-caused fissures in the trails shrunk a little, post-rain.

The biggest trail improvement I came upon today was the log which, for years, has blocked the trail that leads from Tandy Falls, north to the View Street Trail, has been chainsawed into oblivion.

I do not remember the last time hill hiking was done at such a pleasant temperature as today. Barely 80. With a strong wind.

The only hill hikers I saw today, besides my own shadow, were a young couple with a couple dogs. I encountered them twice. On the second encounter I opined as to what a perfect day it is being, almost cold. To which the guy of the pair said it's almost like a Texas winter day. To which I agreed, saying something like, yeah, those Texas winter days that are not in ice storm mode.

Town Talk is no longer my go to place when I go to the Tandy Hills on Saturday. My new Town Talk visit policy is I go there if I am already in the neighborhood, I don't drive out of my way to go to Town Talk. But, if I am on Beach Street and am driving by, I will stop. Maybe.

I read on the Town Talk website that a new owner took over in 2013. I wonder if that is what has caused the changes, with so much less treasure to be found when one goes treasure hunting at Town Talk.

Having said that I must admit I have been liking the Italian sausage and whole wheat pita bread I got the last time I was at Town Talk, a couple weeks ago.

It is now time for lunch. Beef Stroganoff. I've been feeling Russian lately....

Friday, September 11, 2015

Remembering 9/11 Fourteen Years Ago Put Me In A Foul Mood Today

Before you read any further, be warned, I am in a foul mood and I am about to let my stream of consciousness flow, with no clear idea where that flow is going to go.

How can it already be 14 years since 9/11 became yet one more date which will likely live on in infamy?

I do not know why it annoyed me, well, except, maybe, due to the craven obviousness, but this morning, on Facebook, I found the multiple exhortations from various Friends to "Never Forget", "To Always Remember", with multiple variations of such, most with the twin towers burning and an eagle part of the image, to be annoying.

Do we really need to be advised to never forget and to always remember something which is etched forever in the memory of us who were alive that shocking morning?

I will never forget getting a call from Dallas, telling me the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane. I knew the caller was calling from near the Dallas World Trade Center. So, I assumed it was the Dallas World Trade Center we were talking about.

I turned on the TV just as the second plane hit the second tower, not in Dallas, but in New York City. I sat staring at the tube, shocked. When I realized both towers had been hit I realized this was no accident, that America was under attack.

I then began waking up people on the west coast, telling them they needed to get up and turn on their TVs.

Oddly, all these years later, many of those I called that morning no longer live on the west coast. The number of people I would call on the west coast, now, in a similar circumstance, has dwindled to a couple nephews and a few others.

I digress.

I thought maybe going jogging and the resulting endorphins might shake me out of my foul mood. So, I drove a couple miles west to park on the Quanah Parker Park parking lot.

Before I started running I walked under the shade of one of the world's biggest pecan trees and took the picture you see above. Big trees ooze negative ions which make one feel good, like how the negative ion spewing ocean makes one feel.

The Quanah Parker Park big pecan tree did not have that salubrious negative ion effect on me today. Maybe it takes a forest.

So, I continued on with the jogging.

As I ran along my thoughts drifted to being annoyed at what has happened after 9/11, after George W. Bush informed those who knocked down the towers that they would be hearing from all of us soon.

What the world ended up hearing from us ain't pretty.

After 9/11 America invaded Iraq for reasons which should be investigated, in a much more needed and much more valid investigation than the absurd Republican fixation on Benghazi, with the perps who instigated the crime, tried, convicted and jailed. Iraq is a country which had nothing to do with the 9/11 attacks, the invasion eventually left not only Iraq destabilized, but the entire Middle East in worse shape than it was pre-9/11.

The country we pseudo-liberated is now largely taken over by a terrorist group from hell. A group which has beheaded who knows how many innocents. Which executes young boys for watching soccer. Which rapes women, turning them into slaves. Throws suspected gays off roofs  and commits atrocity after atrocity which has mortified and horrified the world.

Yet little has been done.

We invaded a sovereign nation, toppled its ruler, had him executed, eventually left that nation in an unstable condition, hence the rise of ISIS.

And now with ISIS, a scary threat far worse than Saddam Hussein ever dreamed of being, who presented no real threat to the U.S. or the world, in this century, due to being de-fanged after the first Iraq War, the supposedly civilized part of the world is basically doing nothing, in a meaningful way, to put ISIS out of the world's misery.

Where are the UN Security Council meetings on ISIS?

So much was lost in so many ways in the taking down of Saddam Hussein,  who presented no real threat. And then something comes along, ISIS, that is not a potential threat, but is an actual real present threat.

And nothing is done, for the most part, except  for drone strikes and some attempts by the Iraqis and Kurds to push ISIS out of their territory.

It's like how the world dithered while Hitler's madness fed on itself as he took over one area after another until he went too far by invading Poland.

I really don't know how anyone can think back on that day 14 years ago and not be appalled by what has been wrought in the aftermath. Not exactly the happy ending the world and America had in 1945, when only a little more than three years after America entered World War II the fascist menace to the world was exterminated.

Somehow it seems that putting an end to the terrorist/ISIS menace should be a much easier task than taking down the Nazis and the Japanese.

Instead the world dithers......

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Fosdick Lake Fishing & Stair Climbing Pondering A Mysterious Geyser With Precarious Water Tank Painting

When I exited my abode a little after 11, this morning, to drive to Oakland Lake Park, the temperature was 81, the air felt pleasant, leading me to think I was going to have myself a mighty fine time running up and down the Fosdick Stairs and across Fosdick Dam, without overheating.

Well.

Fosdick Lake is only about three miles west of my abode. Somehow in those three miles the temperature jumped almost 10 degrees, causing HOT shock when I exited the air-conditioned comfort of my vehicle.

HOT, with no air moving and humid, extremely humid, due to the copious amount of rain which fell yesterday.

As you can see above, being a little warm did not stop the Fosdick Fishermen from doing their shady angling, under the sun blocking protection of a couple shoreline trees.

As you can also see above, the mysterious Fosdick Geyser continues to burble non stop. The Fosdick Geyser first appeared a couple years ago, at that point in time it was erupting in full fountain mode. Then it disappeared for a long time, and then re-appeared as a burbling geyser.

I have yet to learn how it was the Fosdick Geyser went into eruption mode, suddenly appearing, with no plumbing work in evidence, leading to the eruption.

As I ran around Fosdick Lake today the newly painted big blue water tank I have mentioned previously kept coming in to view. From the Fosdick Lake angle the tank looked totally painted, but I kept seeing what looked like a person, on top, standing, never moving.

On the drive away from Fosdick Lake, when I was on the opposite side of the tank from the Fosdick  Lake view, I stopped to take a picture.


One guy was standing at the very top, secure behind what looked like a circle of fence. The other guy was painting. You can not see it in the picture, but the guy painting was tethered to a rope that was attached to something inside the circle of fence.

My empathy acrophobia kicked in watching the guy doing the painting.

I could not figure out how the paint was being delivered to the stick that the painter was using to apply the paint. And how was the Fort Worth logo applied? The logo is on the other side, as well, that being the view from Fosdick Lake.

Soon after the blue water tank disappeared from my rear view mirror I got gas.

$1.89 a gallon at Exxon on Randol Mill Road and 820. I need to call my mom......

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Swimming In The Rain With Big Drops While Thunder Booms Before Going To Chinatown

Overnight, fall seems to have fallen upon us.

This morning when I exited my abode to go swimming I did not realize rain was falling in copious amounts.

The sun had yet to rise, hence the outer world was still dark, I had not looked out a window, nor had I heard rain hitting a window, which I suppose requires wind, of which there has been none blowing.

So, the rain being in downpour mode surprised me.

And then I got to the pool to see  it was within about two inches of overflowing, which would seem to indicate a lot of rain fell last night.

None of which I heard.

I did hear the thunder booming, loud, in the middle of the night.

My hearing is impaired at night, due to earplugs, which may explain why I did not know rain had fallen. But, even earplugs can not stop one from hearing the thunder booming.

The explanation for the photo above is as follows.

Post swim I decided to attach my camera to my Popabrella rain shield and step outside on to the patio to take a picture of the deluge. The flash flashed with light bouncing back from the falling raindrops. You can see the turquoise pool through the big raindrops.

I am not a big fan of swimming in the rain, singing, yes, swimming, no. But, today seemed to be an exception, even though the drops were falling in downpour mode, at times, I still manage to have myself a mighty fine time.

There will be no hiking, jogging or bike riding today. I'm going to Arlington, to Chinatown this morning. In long pants, due the new cool temperature.....

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

100 Degrees HOT Running With Indian Ghosts Before Thunder Booms

According to my computer based temperature monitoring device, at my current location the outer world is being heated to 84, with about two hours to go before noon.

And 100 is once again the predicted high for the day.

But, a cold front, with thunder, is on the menu for tomorrow. I will believe it when I get wet and hear a big boom.

A week or so ago I attempted to return being a running man, with that attempt taking place in Arlington, running with the Village Creek Indian Ghosts. That attempt did not go well. I felt like a wobbly walrus. Subsequent running attempts have been much more successful,  not quite a galloping gazelle, but no longer a wobbly walrus.

Today I am going to try and run with the Indian Ghosts again, while the temperature is still comfortably warm, before this predicted bout of natural air-conditioning blows in.

And then, post-run, go to ALDI to get some stuff, like soy sauce, to facilitate a Chinese stir-fry for lunch.....

Monday, September 7, 2015

On Tandy Hills Searching For Lost Mr. Ed Admiring Fort Worth's Skyline

Earlier today, in the blog post which preceded this one, titled A Stormy Floating Bridge Has Me Freshly Perplexed By Official Fort Worth Nincompoopery I mentioned myself having no luck in my search for an explanation of a confounding conundrum.

To that blogging someone named Anonymous commented, saying, in part, "I thought you were the Oracle of Wifi!"

What is the Oracle of Wifi? One more confounding conundrum.

Today Mr. Ed asked if he could come along on my Tandy Hills hill hiking expedition. I reluctantly agreed. Usually taking Mr. Ed on such an excursion can have unpleasant consequences. Today was no exception, with Mr. Ed getting lost finding his way back to the summit of Mount Tandy.

Upon arrival at the summit of Mount Tandy, starting the hike on the old wagon train trail that points west towards the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth, Mr. Ed remarked that in all the years he has been in Fort Worth the town has not added a single solitary addition to its skyline.

Au contraire, said I.

I reminded Mr. Ed that the Omni Convention Center Hotel has been added to the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth within the last 10 years. The Fort Worth skyline has four semi-tall contributors, with the Convention Center Hotel being the semi-tall contributor on the far left in the photo above.

That photo was taken from the first of the new trails that have been added to the Tandy Hills in the past year. This made for a slightly different look at the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth than my usual two photo op locations for Fort Worth skyline photos, those being either the summit of Mount Tandy, or the north end of the View Street Trail.

A strong breeze along with some clouds made the Tandy Hills HOT hill hiking much more pleasant than the HOT hill hiking a couple days ago.

I am sort of looking forward to needing to wear sweatpants to go hill hiking. Those days should soon be here. Well, in a couple months. But time  flies.....

A Stormy Floating Bridge Has Me Freshly Perplexed By Official Fort Worth Nincompoopery

Someone reading this who is in the Dallas/Fort Worth zone may be thinking what they are seeing here is an artist's rendering of what it may look like if America's Biggest Boondoggle ever finishes its bridges connecting the mainland to an imaginary island, with the flood diversion ditch under the bridges filled by a flooding Trinity River.

Well, that body of water is not the Trinity River, it is Lake Washington, which would make that bridge the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge, during the Big Blow that blew in a couple weeks ago, on Saturday, August 29.

I suppose I should now turn this into one of our popular bloggings about bridges constructed in less than four years.

Over water.

For those new to the program, the reason we look at bridge building projects, built over water, built in four years, or less, is due to the amazingly embarrassing fact that America's Biggest Boondoggle, also known as the Trinity River Uptown Central City Panther Island Vision, last October, celebrated with a big bang, the beginning of construction of three simple, little bridges, being built over dry land, with a four year project timeline. After which, if funding can be found, a flood diversion ditch will be dug under the bridges.

The propaganda spewing con artists who have foisted this project on the locals have gotten away with claiming the bridges are being built over dry land so as to save money by making construction easier, when the obvious fact of the matter is there will be no water under the bridges until the Trinity River is diverted into the newly dug ditch.

The ditch is not currently being dug because there is no money to pay for it. America's Biggest Boondoggle is not funded in the way most public works projects of this sort are funded, with the funding in place before the project starts, with the project having a project timeline.

America's Biggest Boondoggle has no projected finish date for this supposedly vitally needed flood control and economic development project.

Meanwhile, up north, well northwest, the bridge building project which will replace the Evergreen Point Floating Bridge is well underway. The first of the new bridge's pontoons moved into position on August 11, 2012. The new bridge is scheduled to open in April of 2016. This bridge project is a bit more expensive than America's Biggest Boondoggle's project, with it forecast to cost, when all is done, $4.65 billion. That includes the new bridge, plus improvements to I-5,  I-405 and SR-520.

The bridge the new one is replacing was real cheap. It cost only $21 million in 1961 dollars, around $150 million in 2015 dollars. The original Evergreen Point Floating Bridge opened to traffic on August 28, 1963, taking three years to build. Over water.

I really don't understand why the Fort Worth locals don't revolt against the embarrassing Nincompoopery of their elected officials, like Mayor Betsy Price. Or the Nincompoopery of un-elected officials, like J.D. Granger.

What does it take for the locals to say enough is enough? Is the reason why the locals don't revolt the reason Elsie Hotpepper has suggested to me? As in, way too many locals are un-questioning sheep, willing to follow the leader into floating in an e.coli polluted river?

How have those behind America's Biggest Boondoggle gotten away with the obvious lie that the reason those three little bridges are being built over dry land is to save money?

It is all very perplexing, and I for one do not agree with those who think the explanation is that way too many Texans are poorly educated, and thus a bit ignorant. I think the reason lies elsewhere, but my quest to find the answer really is quite exhausting, and I am not making much headway....

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Looking At A Big Blue Water Tank While Stair Climbing To Mariachi Music At Oakland Lake Park

No, that is not a screen cap from the upcoming new Star Wars movie you are looking at here. What it is is one of my neighborhood's water tanks.

Due to this part of the planet being a bit elevation challenged water pressure is achieved by pumping water into tanks raised above the surrounding area, with gravity then providing the locomotion to move the water to nearby taps.

At least I assume that is the reason for the ubiquitous water tanks in various forms that dot the land in the D/FW zone.

Yesterday I took a break from my Tandy Hills hill hiking and sat on one of the benches in the original Tandy Hills Outdoor Auditorium. This faces north. I counted fourteen water tanks as I scanned the horizon.

It was not too long ago that the above tank was re-painted. For some reason the tank needed to be re-painted again. That process has been going on for a couple months.

For quite awhile the tank was shrouded in a giant tent-like thing, while, I assume, the old paint was sandblasted. Then the painting began. First gray, which I thought a nice color, but turned out to be an undercoat. Then white, which I also thought looked good. Some of which still exists at the top, waiting to be blued, which I assume is the final color.

A couple days ago, driving by this location, I had a moment of empathy acrophobia when I saw one of the tank painters dangling over the edge, below what remains white, wearing a harness, attached to a rope, painting.

I hope he was well paid.

My vantage point to take this photo of this particular tank was Oakland Lake Park. We are looking northeast at the tank. I was in Oakland Lake Park for my latest running episode, and to do some stair climbing.

I was minimally attired so as to maximize cooling, but I still got way too HOT and was soon drenched. High humidity. Still felt real good.

The stair climbing was accompanied by mariachi music blaring from the picnic pavilion where a man was leading some sort of dance class, teaching a large group how to have a mighty fine time dancing some sort of Latin inspired dance.

Must make lunch now. Italian sausage hot dogs, with potato salad. It's Labor Day Weekend, hence hot dogs...

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Did A Terrorist Knock Down The Tandy Hills Skyscraper?

Way back on August 22 I blogged a blogging titled An Obelisk Monolith Skyscraper Has Risen On The Tandy Hills after I discovered a rock monolith had risen on the Tandy Hills, with the stunning skyline of beautiful downtown Fort Worth in the distance to the west.

The Tandy Hills Skyscraper was still standing two days ago, but today, as you see here, the Tandy Hills Skyscraper has been knocked down.

When I first saw this I thought it to be the work of a Tandy Hills terrorist, but then I thought some more, actually there really was not a lot of thinking going on, but the thought occurred to me that the Tandy Hills Rock Artist, you know, the Hoodoo Builder, may have knocked down the Tandy Hills Skyscraper as some sort of homage memorial to the upcoming 14th Anniversary of 9/11.

How can that day be 14 years ago?

Even though it was Saturday I did not go to Town Talk. I have removed Town Talk from my regular Saturday schedule. Town Talk has changed. And not for the better. The last couple visits most of the familiar faces have not been there. Has Town Talk changed owners?

Maybe I will start making a regularly scheduled Saturday visit to Arlington's Chinatown, to the Saigon Cho Market to get Asian food fixings.

Speaking of which, Cashew Chicken stir fry is on the menu for lunch. I need to get cooking....