Irish Flute---If we could just get it to play

I know, you are saying "This sure as hell is not one of Wright's usual diatribes on the nature of milkweed". You are right.

We have this flute and it is a beautiful sight to be hold. However, presently it will take a magician to play it---even though it is improving. I thought I might hook up an antique engine to it!

What we did is go on the good old Internet that Al Gore invented to see if we could find a solution to our musical problems. We received a ton of information from around the world and as a result tried a number of manipulations that might bring discovery to the problem---like sucking on the flute to find leaks. Your saying, "That sucks." Hey that is the way to see if it leaks, but it doesn't leak.

The web site shiff and fipple proved filled with flute loving folks who wanted everything from descriptions to photographs---the last one I couldn't provide so in an act of desperation, I am referring them to this site to see the flute.

So here is a set of flute pictures taken after Ann was able to force out Cooley's Reel only a few minutes ago. Still is a lot of work. It seems that the plug on the end can be moved about and by moving it more toward the end it started to improve. In this shot the end is rather pulled out and not in a normal position---just messing around. The picture of the barrel portion is not here because it is boring and it is in perfect condition---unlike me with artificial joints and cortisone injections. I am still beautiful.

What I am hoping is that in a few days we will have The Musical Priest and Morpath's Rant, even though I am still concerned she will pass out trying to play to speed. But, you know, she has to toughen up if she wants to drink Central Waters beer and play tunes.

Strawberries----Just never enough

They started off strong, taking in all the cool weather to lay out the foliage and then the flowers. We weeded hard trying to get out the invasive Creeping Charlie and the blue grass all of which seems to do better than everything else. We were aggressive in our quest to initiate the scorched earth policy of no weeds.

But as the weather warmed and the strawberry leaves increased, the stinking, conniving weeds fired up their miserable little gumption engines and crept about under the berries. They were hiding from us knowing that any outward display would be punished with extraction. They are mean and sneeky.

Well, that is not the end of. The weeds were knocked back just like the rabbit is about to be "knocked back" permanently. Missed him twice already, largely because it is too small to hit at twenty yards and he always has a way of sitting by the garden hose and all I need is an arrow through my water distribution system--but I could splice it. Tomorrow he dies. I don't give a damn how cute he is. He is a weed and unfortunately too small to consume---maybe bunny on a stick surrounded by two onions. Maybe fertilizer.

Oh, ya strawberries. The berries came on about a week ago looking decent but not overly abundant, probably due to the six feet of rain and clouded gloom that flooded everything and took over the land. We made a couple of early pickings with the sole intention of producing jam because we had been running out early in the last couple of years. I suspect by me covering a 5 ounce serving of getting-expensive cereal with a half pound of berries, there was little else left for jam. My bad.

I controlled myself this year and now we are 5 pints strong in the jam category. Unfortunately, the bloody berries are already starting to wane. Don't know why, but the years have been strange in attitude with floods, then dry, then cold, then real hot. Give me a break. But today we did secure another batch, and that coupled with rhubarb and maybe a few bags of blackberries from last year we'll get another 5 pints. Dump in a few pounds of cane sugar (never figured out how to use maple syrup) and we are on track for a winter of solid jamming. Black berries and raspberries still to go. Screw the revolution, we have started out the year with bounty.

Stratigic Petroleum Reserve---Revolution Watch

The Strategic petroleum Reserve (SPR) is a bunch of caverns in the south states that are used to hold some 700 million barrels of oil. It is held there for emergencies like Katrina or the Iraqi attach of Kuwait. Real emergencies. Well 2 days ago the US decided to release some 30 million barrels over the next 30 days.

This has a few folks puzzled to say the least because we keep hearing that Saudi Arabia has the ability to dump millions more on the market. Of course, most independent analysts don't really believe that, but do believe the world is approaching a point where no matter how much we "drill, baby drill" there is no more oil to add to the net exports (NE). It would appear that NE is actually declining.

So bingo, oil prices are staying high, economies are stagnate and there is some panic there may be a trend. Thus, we get a draw on the SPR that will provide an additional 1 million barrels a day to the US---we think it is the US but some say the problem is actually in Europe. In any case, this is an attempt to keep the economies of the world at some form of status quo (Even though the status is slipping for other reasons) .

It might also be noted the QE2 just ended in the US of A, which was also a panic way of keeping the economy going by printing money. Releasing oil was another way of bumping the economy for a few more days while we try to figure out how to keep (BAU) business as usual going to the future. This is also considered "kicking the can down the road" or a cheap trick to avoid dealing with reality, the reality being the need for addressing the Sustainable Revolution, or a serious drop in the standard of living. This might also be called "Austerity" a word we have been hearing for a while now.

But the thing that got my attention was the response to this news by commenters on news sites (Yahoo News particularly). I found myself being floored by the naivete of the posters, totally oblivious to what is really going on. They want to drill, they want to attack , they want it all, they blame the government, they blame the bankers, They blame the oil companies, they blame everybody and every institution they can get a hold of but never themselves for living beyond their means. They are in a dream world. Most notably they are very, very angry. The Revolution is happening.

One has to wonder just how pissed off these folks will get. Anger and stupidity is not a good combo.

Sculpture. I still do it.

I was beset with a bad case of sloth this last winter. It has been hard to put a handle on it, in that I am usually a ball of fire, a cool fire some might say, but still I used to have motion that was detectable. As a result of this affliction, I spent an inordinate amount of time away from what might be referred to as work.

Now this is not thought of as a bad thing for someone my age, but I still have inclinations of being someone in the art world. Plus, there are still a few souls out there that think I am someone, an artist of merit so they would say. These are galleries and the big buyer from the east.

Turns out, I had contracted some maladies, maladies that I think were valid. I have one of those metal hips that was recalled and mine started to render pain. In addition, other joints like my trick knees and discolored ankles also took on some meaningful discomfort, all of this generating a malaise of sorts. I became sloth like.



But after a real nice, and large injection of cortisone into my knee, a 30 day round of antibiotics for Lymes disease, and acceptance that a two pound hunk of titanium will have some lingering twinges and spring, I rebounded to be the jackass I am today, that would be an artist, a legend in my own mind.

So fitting to a person of sound mind, I have again made sculpture and feeling better for it. This one is called Ann Louise named after my charming wife, the person I sleep with. It is larger than previous works of the same name. Most interestingly, I deliberately made it to look like a young Ann Herzog Wright by using a photo I took many years ago while running wild in Death Valley. She was an innocent thing, a child I suppose, a bit of a nymph and only now have I attempted to bring a bit of that back. I feel comfortable for it and the sloth is gone like the hot wind drifting over the desserts of our wild west.

California the Future----Missionary's position

For a long time I have always thought that California was the future. By that I mean, and meant, that most events, innovations, problems, solutions, patterns of American life occur first in California. The place has always been on the cutting edge and the rest of us, particularly in the hinterlands are a few years behind.

Now in the past, this might have been a compliment, say with the Beach Boys, silicon valley, unlimited growth, fashions, American raz-ma-taz, cool cars, outrageous people. It was just a happening place. Oh, I suppose New Yorkers would scoff at this but they would have a certain hint that, well, maybe they have some things. We will give them that.

But in the past, say thirty three years ago, while they gleefully were still being the exciting future, there was a change that was not so positive. In fact, it is beginning to look like if they are the future, we are in very big trouble. I suspect it started with Prop 13 that was introduced by Gov. Ron Reagan in 1978. It was the start of the tax payer revolt and limited ad valorem taxes on real property. In addition, it requires 2/3 majority to increase new taxes. Powerful stuff.



As a result of this, public funding in California of institutions, schools, hospitals, courts & jails has gotten to the point were the system can not be maintained. In the last 3-4 years, over 80 hospitals & clinics have been closed, schools shut and jails turned to dungeons. The school pictured here was just completed, cost a couple hundred million to build and can not be run because there is insufficient revenue. It is boarded up .

Clearly, California has a number of problems. The legislators want every imaginable entitlement for everybody and they approve many. However, few want to pay taxes and many don't because they are too poor. Plus, the government has had a knack of paying for things by borrowing money from China. Now the piper has to be paid. No revenues to maintain their life style, no desire or ability to raise taxes, many folks don't pay taxes because of poverty (millions of them are not even US citizens), and the government is fractious and out of touch.

The population of California has exploded to 32 million, is smaller than Sweden with 9 million, and has allowed a multitude of non citizens to move in, many who live off government handouts because of poor jobs and high birth rates.

Truth is, California is experiencing a mighty drop in the standard of living, and it is mighty. So are there any indications this pattern is now occurring in the rest of the country? Is California the future? As we look around Wisconsin, the answer is obviously yes.

What it amounts to is that there has to be a change in our standard of living. None of us can continue to pay taxes to maintain this distorted dream, this wonderland now being run by deficits, of money being borrowed from China and oil states. Either we voluntarily take it down or, like California, it will be taken down for us.

The Garden and the Pumpkin

Well, the garden as of 6/16 looks like this, up nicely, no rabbits yet (they will die), weeds are held at bay and we are puffed up like a couple of toads thinking this is going to be a dandy. The beets and carrots are robust, not overly crowed, up a good 4 inches and feeling real good about themselves.

The Zucchini appeared to have not come up but they are nie on to worthless anyway and tend to turn into baseball bats at every opportunity. The Chaco Canyon Beans, these are the ones left by Native Americans in a cave in Chaco Canyon NM, are up against some bordering conifers and planted so they can run to the top of the 20 foot hedge, thus not taking up much of the garden space. In other words, they are going vertical which appears to be their calling.

The Chaco Canyon beans are unusual because of their size, about like a regular sized marble (do kids still with marbles? ), white and fair in taste. I really don't think Native Americans were totally interested in taste but rather in general food production and these babies are big and productive---and probably nutritious.

Sitting in front of the garden is one of last year's pumpkins, a pumpkin that is still intact, no fungus, firm and very edible, a clear example how one can go from one garden to the next. Admittedly, there is just not too much to eat in the garden, but lettuce, chard and onions are making a show of it. Plus, who knows how long the pumpkin will last.

I know, folks are saying, "Who wants to eat a pumpkin?" Ya, ya, pumpkins are not exactly top fair unless combined with milk, eggs and spices to make a pie but still, like a squash, they are food and not to be slighted. They do last for at least eight months with out special storage efforts---and they ARE food. So there.

The Iris and the Milkweed

The yard has lots of surprises. Oh, some of the stuff is not a huge surprise. I simply look forward to them and then find myself bedazzled when they show up. But the truth is, I knew they were out there and it was just a matter of waiting.

The milkweed is more like the latter because it is known full well the roots are under the ground in a particular place just hanging out and every year, every year they show up and generally act as a weed. Now, usually a few of them get to stay around, not becoming victims of the sling blade because, while they are weed like---intruders on what I think should be in my yard, milkweed do, in fact, produce a very unusual and intriguing plant. They have a bad rap sheet because they are not grass or are they a cultivated, snooty ornamentals fit for self-important royalty. Maybe suitable for low life, easily impressed scumbags and jackpine savages. I like them.

It is not just the milky juice found in the plant, but mostly the flower and the resulting seed pod the is worth attention. The plant is large, robust, nice to touch, welcomes the larva of the Monarch butterfly, and makes for a natural toy for a human larva--that would be our grandson. Once the pods are mature, all the punk kid needs to do is break open the hardened pod and out comes seeds that can be blown all over town much to the dismay of most yard-perfect citizens.


I guess the surprise part of it is that it can be eaten in early spring. Cut the young shoots off, or even later the young pods, boil them in three waters, each time dumping the water, cover them in a touch of butter, a pinch of sea salt and bingo---milkweed greens. They are rather like nettles but don't sting when you pick them (and you do not have to be French). I know, easily impressed but come the revolution-----.



Now, this Iris was a real surprise. We brought it from Colorado on moving, given to us in a bag of assorted bulbs. It had never bloomed here, distraught and confused from the move I suspect. But this year feeling more content, well watered and comfortable in the front garden, it stepped forward in a coming out celebration. No, no it is not a gay flower, more like a coming out party for a young person stepping into high society. No mater how one looks at it, it was a surprise and a dandy one at that.