tim duncan is a 40 year old basketball player in the nba, who will one day be in the hall of fame. he is, as they say, a dead lock on that, on the first ballot. you may have heard of him.
you probably have not heard of gregg popovich. he happens to be the coach of the san antonio spurs, and tim duncan plays for him.
it has been a relationship that has benefited both men, immensely. both are dedicated to the game, and both are very intelligent, and a deep understanding of the game duncan plays, and that popovich coaches.
this is what i mean. listen to gregg popovich:
"the end is coming, though, [for time duncan's career.] popovich said he had a hard time imagining duncan make much of a fuss when he does decide to retire. popovich said he could see duncan simply getting up from the bench in the middle of a game and heading toward the tunnel, never to return.
"' it'l be just like it hit him: i'm done,' popovish said. 'and, as soon as he does that, i'll be ten steps behind him, because i'm not stupid.'"
gregg popovich knows which side of the bread is the butter, and he knows that as he has made duncan in no small measure, tim duncan has made him in large measure. he also knows that coaching will not be the same without tim duncan.
i expect that tim duncan knows full well that his nba career would not have been the same without tim duncan. both men bent their egos to the goal of winning, and they teamed to do just that.
an exemplary team & partnership, showing the quality and benefit of having both intelligence, and a perspective devoid of ego.
live link to the new york times article by scott cacciola 21 may 2014, "aging veterans are still giving spurs extra kick," below.
john jay @ 05.22.2014
as to the two iranians on false passports, and phony i.d.'s.
just what did they hope to achieve when they got to china? did they anticipate a friendly reception?
much was made in the early days of the mh 370 story that the photo of these two worthies in the airport had been very crudely photo shopped by the malaysians. but, with regard to this matter, i have never seen published the original unaltered photo, have you?
and, to the best of my knowledge, there has been little else published about them. no investigation, apparently, into their backgrounds and skills, and training. now, the "occam's razor" boys have buried these little details under the false cloak of simplicity, never to be treated or examined again.
a little "detail," declared harmless, and ignored. the search for truth is not honored by such tactics.
it is one thing should they turn out to be agronomists, interested in the cultivation of bamboo. it would be another thing entirely, should they turn out to be trained aviation technicians, skilled in avionics, and the control of boeing 737 avionics, don't you think?
why do we not know these matters? why have such things not been looked into, and reported upon.
john jay @ 05.16.2014
in the matter of "logical necessity." or, the misuse of "occams's razor" in the discussion of flight 370, and its fate.
i am all for simplicity and elegance in the explanation of things. and, generally speaking, the simpler the thing, the more complete it is. this goes as much for explanation and exposition as anything.
but, "occam's razor" has been abused in the quandary over the fate of flight mh 370. it is one thing to desire the simplest explanation of some occurrence. it is quite another to invoke "simplicity," so that one may avoid having to bring up nettlesome "details," and to avoid having to come up with an explanation that accounts for the complexity added by such "details."
to invoke "simplicity," to ignore "complexity," to avoid the necessity of accounting for "complexity," is an intellectual fraud.
simple as that. or, as complicated as that.
and much of this fraud has gone on w/ mh 370, covered by the assertion of "occam's razor." the plane very well may have "simply" crashed in the ocean .... but, why the iranians w/ no passports, why the flight simulator in the captain's house, why the visit to the sentencing of a muslim on trial for terrorism, by the plane's captain, the morning of the flight, why the rise to an altitude above the plane's operational ceiling before a radical change in course, why the silencing of the plane's transducers, ... , and, a host of other details.
it will not do to idiotically cite occam, and then ignore other issues, and claim the necessity of "simplicity" for having done so.
"occam's razor" does not make a virtue of being simple minded.
john jay @ 05.16.2014
i've done my part, and been largely ignored for five or six years, so you*** are on your owned dealing w/ the piss-ant obama, and the jerks clinton and kerry, and the hangers-on, reid & pelossi. i warned you, and told you all you needed to know, and i was but a minor voice in the flood of information you had available to you. you ignored me roundly, and didn't pay much more attention to my betters that you did read.
so, i have a clear conscience. you were warned, adequately and thoroughly, and you chose to feign ignorance, or to remain firmly ensconced in your ignorance.
so, be that as it may (or may not be, but you have my opinion on the matter.)--
i have a jeep to restore.--
caption: a 1948 willys cj2a, bought from a fellow who purchased it at an insurance salvage sale. it has been in a minor garage fire (a major fire, and it would have been sitting on the rims, and everything in it reduced to a char.)
it should clean up rather nicely. the motor is a question mark, and i may end up putting a small general motors 60-degree v-6 in it. no reason for any sort of a high powered engine, as the stock "go devil" inline 4 cylinder flathead produced right at 60 hp, and that is what the drive train is designed around.
go ahead, make an offer, and see how far you get.
i have a shop to clean up.--
caption: imagine a shop, the entire floor and contents covered with a nice layer of pigeon poop, just like this, and a portion of it mixed in with the debris from a small roof fire and "roof repair." that would be shattered and charred pieces of roofing & wood, and mops fixed solidly in the bottom of tar buckets, and the like.
ah, the heady aroma of dried pigeon shit and dessicated pigeon carcasses. the romance of it makes one sorta misty.
and, i have a minor door repair on my brother's house that i've let slide.
so, unless something momentous happens, like civil war or something like that, you won't be seeing much of me this summer. i've work to do.
caption: it's not my shop.
why am i cleaning it? well, it is a long story. not to be repeated here. just accept that i will be a good portion of the summer at it.
john jay @ 05.15.2014
*** in the generic sense. some of you have been better than nice, and you get it, and i've made a bunch of good friends here. but, the overwhelming majority have come, glanced, and finding no titillation, (nor, just plain old titties, for that matter), have moved on along. "you" are the "you" i refer to.
"you" can fend for yourselves.
hat tip carolyn e., via gid.
i came across this in my email today, one of those "red neck" engineering things that everybody gets such a kick out of. at the very bottom, a little poster, showing a can of "crisco" with a burning wick sticking out of it. the caption says, take a chop stick, shove a wick to the bottom of a can of crisco, and you get a candle that burns for 45 days.
the commentary says, shove three or four wicks in, and you have a heat source sufficient to boil water and cook over. i don't know about that, but, it very well could be.
"crisco," by the way, is a trade name for a lard substitute, good for making biscuits and the like. pie crusts, pot pie crusts, ... , the like. it's made from vegetable oils, but, what it is, friends, is fat.
i see no reason why it wouldn't work as a splendid candle, as advertised, and i would not be surprised at all if three or four burning wicks could not heat water in a seasonable fashion.
a good tip.
as i am typing this, the "live links" begin to fill in at the bottom of the typepad word processor, ... , it does that. about three or four links discussing it. for your reading enjoyment.
john jay @ 05.10.2014
for friend fuchs, and "joseph's coat."
it's been a wet, cold and blowy spring, and even this morning's sky was gray and black, with heavy clouds piling up against the foothills and mountains, before being hustled by the winds to the north. (our weather comes, mostly, from the southwest, courtesy the columbia gorge.)
makes no difference. the flowers at my little shack bloom in profusion, seemingly goaded by the lack of attention & care from me. they've done just fine this year, courtesy of the weather.
iris. (i think. i am not much on flowers. i like roses, and grape hyacinth. laughing.)
lilies. not yet, but, relatively soon
just as a joke, i put a live link at the bottom called "miniature rose care guide." i think it is kind of funny. i don't know what you can do to kill them, short of shearing them off at the ground, turning the soil and salting it. as rome did to the forgotten guy in libya .... see, it worked.
john jay @ 05.10.2014
not tended, nor watered, nor pruned, for most the year it is pretty hard to tell if my little bushes are alive or dead.
and, then it gets leaves, a sparse few, and some buds, which don't look very promising, ... , and, then it blooms.
caption: no "beds." no pruning. absolutely no care nor attention. the wild rose is an independent little cuss, and proud of it.
and, produces lovely flowers. they are so far removed from the luxuriant cultured roses that have names, and a following sometimes amounting to cult status, that it is hard to believe my humble little roses are even roses.
they are just beautiful.
caption: there are actually two bushes, you can tell the difference in the limbs, as they have different textures and thorns. one produces the yed & yellow flower, the other a flower a singular yellow.
i find them lovely. like a freshly scrubbed audrey hepburn, without makeup or artifice. not perfect, just delicate and lovely.
there is absolutely nothing "showy" about the wild rose flower. it is simple, and understated, and hardly "elegant." just a beautiful country girl unadorned by the artifice of her kind, just simple beauty, a young milkmaid with the bloom of youth in her cheeks. (well, you get the point.)
i love these little flowers. they are simply as nature crafted them. rugged. resilient. lovely.
and, very perishable. they don't stay long, my little flowers.
john jay @ 04.08.2014
walt kelly's pogo uttered these words, as he disembarked his row boat on the shore, having gone to the other side of the swamp to meet "the enemy." his putative expedition returned with truth, and not conquest. were all conquerors so wise.
the drug trade. there would be no neighborhood turf wars to control the drug traffic, no crime controlled distribution scheme for the marketing of drugs, no drug cartels, no societies crippled by the growing of marijuana and poppy seed, ... , were it not for the insatiable demand on the street for drugs.
if our nature did not govern us.
the "drug trade" would dry up in a week, if no one bought drugs.
it is as simple as that.
big government. government gets bigger because of an insatiable demand for its "services," e.g., because everybody demands a hand out. people want government "assistance" for everything.
if the federal government confined its function to providing for the military, securing our borders, and maintaining the national freeway system for the quick transfer of military troops, then the government would not be so large, so all encompassing, and so intrusive into every aspect of our lives.
granted, some want power and control. but, their desire for power and control, and an apparatus by which to implement it, e.g., government, would wither on the vine were it not for the demand for service, and program, and assistance at every level.
if it weren't in our nature to acquire something for "nothing."
simple as that.
the trade in illicit sex, and sex trafficking. no tickee, no washee.
no johns, no whores. no demand, no supply. if our nature did not confuse sensation for pleasure, sex for companionship.
simple as that.
we are the enemy. we are confronted daily by our great enemy, our nature and our appetite, and our disinclination to see our own responsibilities in the overall scheme of things.
we could use some "better nature." without recourse to the same, surely & soon our own great enemy will turn with a vengeance upon us, as we turn upon ourselves. we shall surely fail to see that we are our own worst enemy, that it is our own competitive desire to acquire things without costs that sets us upon ourselves.
if we do not get things under control, both in regard to our own appetites, and to the appetites of those who would govern and regulate them, then surely war is in the offing, as a society rent asunder attempts to right itself.
we shall war upon ourselves, at war with our own natures, which we have failed to restrain, to control. where there is no discipline, there is only chaos.
pogo, please to meet mr. lincoln.
what is it about wealth, that having attained it, most men become pompous and arrogant fools, while some become ever more arrogant assholes and feel themselves obliged to sacrifice those "beneath them," upon the battlefield in droves?
to prove what?
what is it about the lack of wealth, that certain people of intellect living in squalor, then become pompous and arrogant fools, and feel themselves obliged to rid the world of sin and imperfection by lopping off the heads of those "who are deficient" in public squares, or shooting them behind the ear in dank and fetid basements? in this case, "deficient" because "unjustly" privileged.
to prove what?
great wealth corrupts, and convinces those who attain it that they are better than their fellows who haven't. poverty corrupts, and infects those who suffer it with bitterness and envy, such that they then believe their suffering confers sufficient moral superiority & nobility of purpose upon them, that they might inflict it upon those they envy.
somewhere in the middle most men are content with a few creature comforts, the companionship of family, fellows and others of like disposition, and the attainment of respect among their fellows. these people seldom commit great evil.
just sayin'. why does wealth corrupt? why does poverty cripple, and stunt? this last is easier to understand, to a limited extent, but still it is hard to understand why a person becomes driven to inflict suffering on others, to the extent that it never occurs to him to raise himself up: he would rather drag others down.
very interesting to me, all of this. one of life's little quandry's. and, the source of great misery inflicted upon people who otherwise would just rather be left alone to pursue their own peaceful ends.
john jay @ 04.05.2014