Monday, December 27, 2010

What of It, 2010 is all but Gone

This is a dissertation on the nature of everything, in some form or another. Just a general end of the year kind of note to thinking about what have you.

Religion, well everyone that knows me, knows by now my stand on religion. For the sake of my gentle reader I will give you the $0.10 cent tour of my religion saga. I believe that religion is a good business, and that had I gone into it, I think I would feel the same. I don’t want you to get confused on what is religion and what is faith, as I think faith is a good thing, but religion, at least the accepted practices of religion are all forms of mass population manipulation. They all have an element of profit, what ever the end result, the same can be said of the Red Cross, they may be listed as a not for profit, but they are really just a for profit organization whose end goal is to give the profits to those that need them instead of their stock holders. The same can be said of most religions and religious organizations, with a twist. They aren’t selling their charity, they are trading on your charity for something they can not provide any proof or for that matter even a shred of material fact about. This takes nothing from faith, and faith in anything is a good thing. This also does not negate the human need for the supernatural and immaterial, these things are part of what makes us, us, we need dogma, it fulfills a certain role in our self worth. So if religion helps you pray, or wish, or hope, or dream, or visualize, or transcend, or any of the other types of selfless aspects, well so be it, continue your journey as if your religion was whatever you believe it to be, because it is the belief that really matters. What saddens me about religion is the excuse it provides people for some of the worst behaviors that a person is capable of. This does not require religion, many people are capable of these things without religion or even faith, but often religion not only is used as the excuse for such behaviors, but it often provides the vehicle and on occasion even the financing for such works.

Well that’s the short version, and I am going to move on now to some other things. But hey while we are still on the subject for a moment, I have never refused a prayer, and brother I could really use a few right now.

The next little bug is about business, and of course the other hand of business, finance. I don’t want to sound like I am some type of guru, but I have a fair bit of knowledge about the world of finance and business, having been in and out of the loop a few times myself. Now let me first get this out, business plans and all that are for the timid. The really bold business folk right some stuff down on a piece of scrap paper and then they go for it. The reason most businesses fail is because there is always someone out there in the business world that is trying to tell most of the people who are trying to go into business that they need this thing or that thing, and that without them they will fail. Let me tell you something my friends, most of the most successful business tycoons out there don’t have PHD’s or even Master Degrees, hell a lot of them never even finished high school. Well that is not the case for most of them any more, but most MBA graduates are really bad business leaders. Sure, sure they are good managers, and sometimes even a CEO, but captains of industry, well that takes something they don’t teach in school, in fact they unteach it, it is imagination, perseverance, and just plain ole grit and determination. Here’s the other little known fact about business, wage slaves (I’ll go into that a little later) will never be anything more than wage slaves, no matter what their wages are. You have to be willing to risk it all, willing to take the step off the plank, into the deep treacherous sea of business with no life jacket, swim with the sharks, or you will just be another chum. In the world of business and high finance there are only two kinds of people, the quick and the dead.

Oh sure if you got a Daddy with some deep pockets and a soft heart, you can act like a tycoon, but unless you got the ability to wear the dirt and still look pretty in the end, you ain’t nothing but a glad flash and no one but your glam fleas will give a shit. There are exceptions to every rule, but the truth is with out grit there is no polish. So how can you be a business person, I can hear it, and I see it all over the place, how can I be successful in a business of my own. First there is the what would you do question. I don’t mean what do you want to do, I mean what would you do if you could do it, and would it be marketable. You should certainly like what you are doing, cause you is going to be doing all of it for some time before you can convince other they should do it for you, so you should like it, but what would you do. Don’t buy into that old saw, I did this and it worked for me, so it will work for you, that is a classic scheme. Sure it works for the first few participants, but after a while that gambit gets worn out and soon you will realize you are still only making someone else rich. Well every thing has been done before, how many types of coat hanger can there really be, before people realize they could just fold their clothes. Hopefully that won’t be an issue. The truth is, you can always present something in a different way, provide a different level of service, or market it to a different market, and so on and so forth, there is no limit to the possibilities. Sure Microsoft has the majority of the desktop space, and really the majority of the server space as well, but that doesn’t stop you from making a better OS and providing a better marketing vehicle. You might not beat Unilever in the soap business, hell P&G can’t do that, but you can certainly carve out a little bit of the soap market if you have a better product and provide a different model.

So here we stand on the basis of what is business, and how can I build a better Walmart. Well you can’t really, and that would seem to me a bad idea in the first place, as Walmart is really a bad model to base your business on. Don’t discount the work of Sam Walton, he created the model for what is today Walmart, but what Sam Walton did and believed in is something quite different than what Walmart does today. I would not go as far to say as Sam Walton would not approve of what Walmart is, or even some of their tactics for eliminating competition, all I am saying is that Sam never envision this, nor would he most likely have gotten here, because although it takes a person like Sam Walton to lay the foundation for a business like Walmart, it takes a corporation to make a business like Walmart succeed.

Well now I think I have gone on long enough about business and such, so I would like to touch on another subject. As I stated at the beginning of the document this was a brief run down of what I am thinking about as the year runs down. I haven’t really gotten into the personal stuff, but maybe later I will, for now, let us look at one particular sector of the society and economy that without it we would all starve.

I will let that word stand on its own, because it represents the basis behind all that is our culture, society and economy since we humans first discovered light. There is a lot that goes into that word, but let me bring it down to a more simple aspect, farming. Where ever I go I get two reactions to farming, the first is why would you want to do that, and the second is wow that is really awesome. I myself was in why the hell would you want to farm camp when I was younger, except I understood even then the necessity for farming, even though I wanted nothing to do with it. My answer to those of the why would you want to do that camp is; it is a good thing I am farming because if we all believed the way you did we all would starve. My answer to the other set of “oh I think farming is so cool” set is; put your money where your mouth wants to go, and buy from your local farmer, but they rarely ever will, that would be like work man. Granted farming is work, in the real dirt under the finger nails kind of way, but it is good work that pays in dividends that are not readily seen by those that have not done it and even to some of those that have. Now I could go into a long winding path about farming and anti-farming, and all that, and such, but that would just take up space here, and I just want to touch on this quick and let you make up your own mind. Believe it or not, farming is the basis of all commerce, economy, and life on this planet right now. And if you wanted to really do something to help your fellow man, you would either be a farmer, or you would support your local farmer, notice I said local farmer. Sure there are huge corporate Agribusinesses, but they aren’t concerned with your welfare, or the welfare of your community, the local farmer is, so support your local farmer, and do something good for a change.

And now for something completely different. I also have another blog, Techno-Quest, and it is where I usually tackle such subjects as technology. Today that is different, because I am winding up my year of thinking or not, and technology is part of what I think about, and sometimes it is all I think about. However all the things I could go on about, this particular little bit is going to be about one company, and that one company is the company that makes it possible for me to publish this little ditty. That’s right today I am going to talk about Google. I am a Googler, that is to say I have been with Google from day one on the web. The first day they put up their search engine on the web I said I am going to try that. I pointed my AOL powered Netscape browser on my Mac LC to, and I haven’t looked back. I have run with them every step of the way. I have tried everything they have offered me, and given them feed back on whatever I can, so I might contribute to making Google a better place, or I might not, it all depends on who you are. I have watched Google closely, while at the same time I have opened up everything to them, giving them free access to my existence, my entire catalog of life, and data, as well as I can. I have not held anything back that would assist them in cataloging the world’s knowledge, and I have said that although yes there may be danger in this relationship, there also might be something new and different in it as well. I have made little demand of Google, suggesting some things here and there, but mostly only providing feed back on the things they present to me for try. I watch their labs develop and I test everything I can find a use for, and I also make sure I watch their blogs, notices, and yes their videos so I too can stay in the loop to some degree on what goes on in the minds of Google engineers. That all aside, I must say this and it does take some doing for me to say this, as anyone that knows me at all knows I am no fan of Microsoft, only a reluctant user of their systems as they are the giant in the closet, you might say (that’s an inside joke for the FE’s out there who spend their days, and sometimes nights in cold dark closets full of loud fans and frigid temperatures from air conditioners turned up way to high for human comfort). When Steve Balmer came out on stage and said that Google did not have a business model, and could not compete in the business environment, he was right on the money. I don’t know how long that will last, and I think it was partly their own undoing for saying so, because if I know something about Google it is that the instant that SB said that, a group of GE’s were tasked with correcting that issue, and doing so fast. So that is where I sit right now, as 2010 closes, and I have looked over all my Google real estate, where is the business apps. Everything about Google is uber cool and awesome to play with, but it is just not quite ready for prime time yet. Hey no problem, they are the new kids on the block, that is to be expected, but here’s my take on this. Sure they have proven they have a model for making money, but now they need to put away the skate boards and ping pong paddles for a minute and really dig into the old stodgy world of traditional business. The “cloud” is their opportunity to turn their model on its head and for that matter end the slow and painful death of the Windows world of bad software for more than it is worth. They have the structure, the foundation, time to open the doors for business, and get ready for the hail storm that will en sail. The big three will be waiting for this, have been waiting for this, and will be ready to jump on them the minute they present their first real integrated APP for business, but as long as they take the right road and continue to innovate and use the open model they will prevail. I think IBM will see quickly how joining in with Google will be the better bet, but I can’t say how MS and Oracle will see it. Larry is a fickle man with an itchy trigger finger, and SB and Gates are cocky mates with a lot of background in the world of artful dodging, so it remains to be seen what will come out of all of this. I don’t count out Steve and Apple either, but they are not in that world yet themselves, and have only begun to present a viable case for their consumer products in the field. Already while Jobs and crew are striving to make a play for the small format market, Android is coming in with a comparable product, and I think in the end will be the clear winner, although Apple has proven in the past that you can make it on less than 20% of the market, it just isn’t as fun.

So without going into detail, that’s my shot over the bow of Google’s cruise ship, and I hate to tell them this, but I have been right to many times. Oh sure Google could survive as Apple did with a dedicated 1.1% of the market share, but could they continue to innovate and provide their engineers with dog walkers, that may not be in the cards, unless, unless, they roll up their sleaves, put the leggos away for a bit, and if not break out the cigars and single malt scotch, at least they should put out some truly integrated solutions including hardware specifications, that work in the cloud, and for business, really work. And they will need to quickly get some standards ready, and some focus on stable releases that can be supported in the field by certified and trained technicians or they will not get the drop on the others, while they are still laughing over that comment from Steve-o. Hit them next year with cloud appliances (get together in a dark alley way with Cisco or better still find an upstart switch company that could use the boost and give them the specs to build cloud appliances and give them the code to build HUI front ends for their clients, and get out there and sell like you never sold before, so by the time the biggies know what happened it is already to late for them to see anything but tail lights on the highway. You have done it before Google, quietly released a few parts to something much bigger, and then launched it under the radar and by the time the others knew what was coming you were already to far gone for them to know what hit them. Do it again, but this time in the business and server environment. Hit them where it really hurts, in their bread basket. I am cheering for you, but I am also warning you, if you don’t, well somebody will, and like Netscape, who almost won and was a star for a while, just winked out under the weight of their rival who saw the writing on the wall and Netscape just thought it was graffiti.

Well that’s it for now, although I expect to hit on a few other areas before the year is out, like insurance and medicine, and, and, and oh there are so many things I could on about, but I have to add wood to the fire and heat to my soul, not to mention sleep sometime. So until next time, sleep well, and dream sweet dreams, if you still can.

Sunday, November 07, 2010

A Lesser of Two

This is the cross post, so it is just the link to another post which contains the actual article.

Monday, October 25, 2010

A Quarry of Quandaries

I was reading through the Syracuse Craislist directory, just aimlessly seeking things, and maybe positions of interest, when I started thinking about writing again. I came across an offer from a Lake George Magazine (George Magazine), for a writer, but I don't live in that area, so it didn't seem like it was a good fit. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered, what if there was a Lake Ontario magazine that sort of was like George, but different. I did some Google searches and mostly what I found were magazines dealing with the lake itself, and mostly fishing and/or boating. While I am sure this is the primary interest in the lake, it may not be the primary interest in the area that surrounds Lake Ontario, or the Great Lakes, or Central North East New York. Knowing that there are lots of NY magazines, so that is well covered, and I don't live in the Big Apple any more, so that is moot, I thought, what about another magazine.

So searching led me to a few other avenues, most of which were going in the same relative direction, but not quite what I was looking for. There are lots of national magazines dealing with rural life, or city life, or such and such, but nothing that I could find that really hit the nail. I found a potential magazine in Broome County, that almost seems to be something, but still not in the right area, or quite what I envisioned.

Something like the Saturday Evening Post. Now I know that is a dead magazine, for the most part, although it is still in publication, and on the web, but it is also more national, and not really the same as it used to be, although sort of.

I have been thinking, and thinking and although this is not really something that is prominent in my mind, well, it is interesting to think about. I like the verity of the SEP, and how it is or was presented, and I think others, especially of my generation, would maybe like such a publication as well. However, and there are always these provisos, it would have to be interactive, web enabled, and entrenched into social media. I would also think that it should be regional, as this should give it some type of affiliation with its area. Right in this area we have several cities, nothing like NY of LA, or even Chicago, but we have Syracuse, Cortland, Watertown, Utica, and of course Oswego. But there are many other little towns, and sudo cities, like Mexico, Fulton, even places like Boonville.

I travel a lot for my job, as a computer tech, and it takes me through lots of little towns and places without real names anymore. They were something at one time, either a rail town, or a canal town, or mill town, or some place, but now most of them are just names on signs that people drive by on their way to somewhere else. Every where is interesting for some reason, be it the history that is left behind, or maybe it is something they have that no other place has, or maybe it is just that they are, and no one seems to notice, but I do.

I really need to slow down, not just for the speed limit signs, but to notice more, and that is part of what I would like to do. I would like to slow down and notice more along my routes, so I might find interest in a broken down railway station, or stage coach stop, and find a farm that is tucked away in some nearly forgotten corner of some relatively unknown part of upstate NY, although I think it could be anywhere.

I need some others with this interest, to find it in themselves to help this live and breathe, some sponsors who would find this publication worth supporting. Although my writing is cheap, and my photography digital (read even cheaper), there are other cost, like printing, and distribution that will cost money, and will require some sponsorship to get it moving. Of course I don't mind advertising, that is the life blood of the business, but without a distribution channel, what incentive does a business have to advertise in the publication. How far should this glossy fly? As far as the winds can carry it, but how far can that be. It is not like I have a publishing house to distribute it for me. Well anyway these are the coffee house discussions that are yet to occur. Are there any coffee houses left these days, why yes there are, just not nearby where I live, but that is another story altogether.

Well at least I have an illustrator. I am fortunate to have married a great illustrator, although working to deadline is not her thing, so maybe she will not be doing the cover every time, just when the mood strikes her, but it would be nice if she could. I have a few other resources to tap, but they are unknown yet, so it remains to be seen if they will be tapped for what I think they may be.

Then there is the business, the messy business end of publication, the money pour, and all that comes with it. I know it, I have done it, but I deplore it, oh well, that is what this business is all about. At the end of the day, it all comes down to bills paid and money earned, so I guess short of finding some other publisher, or some partner who desires to play the fiddle while I dance, I guess that means I will have to play the fiddle while I dance, and sing. I may be out of breath a lot in the early times, at least until I find someone to play with me.

This is where I ponder the weird connections that have been severed over the years. Where I come to the conclusion that in truth there is no family any more. This is where I come to understand that it is all about the self now, not about the larger community, and wonder how did it get this way. I have relations that could do more for others, and they do, for strangers, but not for that which should be considered their kin. But this is a strange relationship that happens. A bit of history here; my mother was married twice, once to a English man and once to a Irish man, although the two are muddy at best. I am from the second marriage, and I take it that the second marriage was not good to the children of the first marriage. While my mother still lived all the children were very close, or had that appearance, although I was aware that it was a thin red line. Now that my mother has passed these long years, that red line has all but disappeared. As the years continue, the line gets thiner, and soon will be completely gone, be it for whatever reason, values that you can calculate, or things done or said that most likely were to passionate for the time to dissipate, so be it, it is all there in the gatherings, as they also slowly grind down to nothing, being that they no longer have the mother to gather them. Further scattered are the seeds of the children, through circumstance or wind, or other such silly conveyances, so as to not know anyone any more. There is no center, no place to call home, and I am not exactly sure I can suture that wound.

They say blood is thicker than water, but I wonder now if that is true. What with all the blood thinners being taken to prevent premature ejaculation, or whatever else they do. That and with all the pollution in the water and the air, it just might be that blood is now so thin that water will not only dilute it, but may wash it away completely.

However these are quandaries of yet another nature, that should have their own little corner of this web log. When I titled this piece I wasn't thinking of tackling very many things, it was more of a commentary on the diversity that a verity magazine should encompass. Like many things it turns out as I read and write, the second pass is likely more divergent than the first, but then I have not edited this yet, so as with most my web log entries, it is the raw first draft, and warrants another pass, but that will be done on another place at another time.

This has gone on long enough I believe, as any who may have had interest have lost it by this time, and so I will come back maybe another day and stroke the keys of striking to make it less so taxing, and hopefully a better read.

Peace and Good Will to All.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

This is Where I Get Off

Where exactly do you get off, thinking... you know, when you do not know, anything. You short little life has given you nothing, and that is all that you need to know, isn't it.

Sleep away my precious one, do not worry your little head about the world turning, day into night, into seasons, and millenniums, what would you know of that.

This is just a moment in time, nothing to worry about. Everything works out in the end, no matter where or what you have on your plate, it doesn't really matter now. You can see the immediate trouble that you think is important, but is it really. What would you do if you had to do it all with out someone to guide you through the darkness.

Ah, but you are alone are you not, no one to call your own. You have no mate, for your soul. You poor thing, as if this were the end of the world, but maybe it is for you. I can't say one way or the other, I have spent many a lifetime alone, thankfully.

Pacing the floor, there is nothing left to do, as the time will come when you will cease to matter, and all of this will repeat. It continues unending, no gain, no loss, just time passing, and all else is false sense of importance.

This is where I get off, friend, if I can call you that.

The bus stops, and the door opens, and I depart, leaving her behind. Just another memory, another short lived child of Eve. She may think she had lived a full life, and she will not understand the absence, it will seem like betrayal to her, but she will be better for it in the long run. In the long run, that is all there seems to be, the long run, endless and continuous, with no apparent break from the monotony. I would like to give you a better excuse, but whatever that is all it would be, an excuse. I go on, you will not, it ends here, for you.

I kick a stone down the concrete sidewalk, aimlessly wondering, and wondering, when will this age end, this age of man. Seems close to closing out, but who knows, one can never tell these things. It continues, to turn, and eventually something will strike them all dead, and I will remain, endless as the sun that burns, maybe more endless than that.

I have wondered this land, been to every corner, swam the seas, been everywhere that anyone or anything could transverse. Is there no other like me, not that I have ever seen. I don't hold hope for any such thing. I have seen the end of ages, and ages, and in the quiet times in between, I have found no other that seems to be looking for someone like me.

This age of man has been at least interesting, if not sad to watch.

I have met their gods, they are not good people, they are strange creatures that die just as easily as their charges. I had heard stories of others, though not like me, they are alike me, but I have never seen them. I don't wonder if they are not stories told about me.

From somewhere distant a horn blows, another human error, or at least nearly one I am sure, as they try to reconcile their own behavior with that of the others that they interact with.

The sounds of the city are a din, but distant, not close enough, although I am standing in the middle of the fray.

You know I can not expose anymore to you than you already know. I can not give you any picture of the future, only a glimpse into the past.

Where am I going, I do not know, it is just forming now in my mind. I pick a direction and follow it until it appears that it is right or wrong. I make corrections, depending on what is important at the moment. It really doesn't matter, what ever happens, it will happen again.

I will take a job sweeping floors, and cleaning mens bathrooms, cause I have not done that before. I will look for something do.

Night comes, and I look around me, the lights come on, it is night in the city, and they are afraid of the dark.

I will head towards the nearest club or watering hole, where I can drink and eat, mostly to seem normal. My coat is old and worn, but the leather continues to wear, even after all these years. I only wear silk, cause I can't make suits often, so I wear ones that will last forever, or so it seems. My boots are hardened leather, for the same reason, it last and it wears better than the stuff man has tried to replace it with.

In this age, money seems to be the driving force of these creatures. They trade perfectly good skills for completely useless bits of gold and paper tokens. Well at least the gold would be pretty to look at, but not much value otherwise.

(Rough Draft)

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Yearly Review

You'll have to forgive the blood and sweat, as it just a condition of this position. There is no forgivenss here, just a flame and steel, and hammer and tongs. If you step around thatrack carefully, you, can get a little closer to the heat, that is if you're cold. I realize its a bit smokey but that too lessens with time on the coke. Given you pale complection you're new here, well don't be bashful, grab an axe or some tongs and welcome to hell.

Just a little thing I'm working on.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

New Blogs are Being a Written

It appears I have some down time here and there, and in my search to utilize this down time I am writing more blogs. Notice I said blogs, not post, because frankly, I think each subject deserves its own location, so that is what I am doing. So be on the look out for post to new blogs I will be writing in the future, they might even be interesting enough to warrant your taking a look at them.
The first one will be called "Rules of the Road" if that is available. It just comes from my road warrior life, and maybe will provide some assistance to those who drive the roads. Maybe it will just be humorous to those that drive for a living. If that isn't available, I will give some other appropriate name and post it here, as well as on FB and some other sites, so just watch for the links.

That's all for now, but there will be more, oh yes there will be more.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

All this and One More

This is an open letter. It was to be something else, an observation, a goodbye to Lena, and other such things, but a recent post by my less than perfect niece has prompted me to write something all together different. This is not just to her, it also continues to be to others as well, to those that may by name know me, but not by what that I have been, seen and known, time after time, after time.

So more direct, my dear child, you have no right to even begin to understand who I am, as you have no idea who I was. When you were but a thought, or not a thought as the case may have been, I was in the game, and not just a casual bystander, watching and dabbling in the games, but master of the ceremonies, directing the other players, with subtlety that I fear you do not, nor from this vantage point can not understand.

But this then is but a small portion of what you should expect. From the pain and suffering, earned in time, as the toll is paid. Ah, but you want not what is truth, you want not that which is experience, but to think you are in control, my dear peasant. A true princess of the realm from which you hail, you are yet to see the truth, and by the time you do, it may be to late.

Ah, to taste that sweet nectar for a bit, to prove that you are that which you are not. To eat from the pannier of fruit that only waits for those that have earned their wings. Are you ready to fly, to adjust your own perception, to understand the reality that lays before you.

Ah, but I have nothing but jolly retort, for I am not but a jester, no fool, but a jest in the trials and trivia that you know not, as yet.

That is all for now, for to say any more is worthless, and beyond that which will matter not.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Ginger Colored Memory

The blood is slowly wearing off the seats. The smell of her breath is dissipating, or I am just used to it. There is very little to remind me of what she was, a collar, a leash, a sweater, a dish, ashes to ashes, dusty and worn memories. There are still thoughts, could I saved her, for a little while longer maybe. To provide me with comfort, but what of her, she never noticed, the pain, when I came through the door, she was the same Ginger she'd always been.
Nothing touches me quite so deep, nothing hurts quite so profound, as the empty place and the wonder, could I have been, ah but that is just reasoning, nothing matters now. She is gone, and no other will ever replace her. Ginger was one of a kind, for her breed, for her behavior, for her I was everything, and she was always there. I have yet to shed a tear, but they are near when I think of Gingerkins, the G-dog, Ginger, you will always be very special to me. I truly miss the little Ginger dog, didn't think I would, but I do, almost as much as Arleta misses you too. Forever will you be the Gingerkins, and forever shall I remember you Ginger.
This is not enough, quite inadequate, but it is all I've got through these cloudy eyes, and misty mind.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Mimi's Drive In Diner

Went to Mimi's Drive In Diner in Fulton, NY today. Have been there several times in the past, so I know what to expect, not much. Like 99% of these dives, they are all the same, and why are they all the same, because they all buy from the same supplier Sysco. This is what gives them all the sameness, no matter where you go. The same fried chicken, the same meatloaf, the same burgers. Now all I have to ask is how the hell hard is this diner food to do, really. The reason every one of them is the same is because they are lazy, they don't want to source their own suppliers. That would be like work or something. Besides they have half wits for cooks, who would not know a butcher from a buccaneer.

There is something to be said for sameness though. Every one of these dives should have the same stuff on their menus, that part is true. But really how hard is it to make a meatloaf. Let me explain that, you have chopped meat, bread crumbs, and egg. That's about it, well at least as far as the basic meat loaf is concerned, the rest is all fine tuning. Maybe you like ketchup, or maybe you like tomato paste and sun dried tomatoes. Yes you should have some onion, some garlic, some peppers, and I'm not to far out on a limb here to say even some other herbs and spices. Start with the basics, take a little oil put it in a pan and fry up some onions, peppers and garlic, a little salt and pepper here, but keep it light. Now when those are just about ready, toss in the bread crumbs, real bread crumbs, from real bread, hopefully that was made on the premises, not that panco shit, it has its purpose, but not in meatloaf. You see meatloaf is a country meal, born of poverty, and only pretty by design. Done right it can be elevated through good work, done wrong it is horrible, and otherwise it is just meatloaf, leave it alone. So you just toss the bread crumbs, don't cook them, your just tossing them. Once they have been coated, you put that in the meat bowl with the coarsely ground beef, yes I said beef, that's meatloaf, the other shit is not. Whisk an egg, and throw that in to, that just binds the materials, so it just goes in after you whisk it a bit, not frothy, just mixed up so it don't clump. Now knead that together, add in your spices and herbs if you need them, toss in some salt and pepper again, you get a feel for that after a while. Now if you put ketchup in, throw that in now, or not, which is better. Form it into a loaf, put it in a loaf pan, and ensure that it fills the whole pan evenly. It ain't gonna rise, in fact it is going to shrink, so fill that loaf pan right up, and only leave a little room at the top to top it with a little of the bread crumbs, some tomato paste, sun dried tomatoes, or whatever you want to make it fancy. That's it, put it in the oven at 325 and bake it until it is done, not over done, just done, then leave it alone for a while, quite a while, so it can mature and meld. That's it, flip it out of the pan, slice it, serve it with gravy or what ever, that's all there is to it.

So why must these places insist on buying that crap they get from Sysco, serving it with that crap gravy they get from Sysco, and instant potatoes they get from Sysco, because they are lazy, and apparently have more money than sense.

So yea, I got the meatloaf sandwich from Mimi's and it was exactly what I expected, so I guess I have nothing to complain about, but here it is, it wasn't served with toast, but plain white bread, which is like paste, and the vegetable was corn, not a side, but a starch, are you kidding me.

The coffee is lousy, the food is on par with any other second rate diner, the service was alright, not great, but alright, and the price is reasonable in comparison with other diners, but not worth it.

Will I go back there, well yea, most likely, because there are no options, and they have alright burgers (still Sysco crap) and that's what I expect, but they certainly could be more. It would cost them less, and they would be better for it, but unfortunately they are to ignorant to realize that, so that is all there is to say.

Would I recommend them, no, I would suggest you not go there, go to the closest dive, it will be the same level of disappointment and you won't have to travel so far, unless you live near by, then by all means go there, just don't expect anything good, at best it is alright.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Spare Moments in Baldwinsville 04-22-2010

It has been a while since I really thought much about much of anything. That is to say it has been a while since I really took to task anything, and at this point I am just trying to get it right in my head. I am frustrated, no that's not really the word for it. It goes beyond that, but I just am at a loss for a word that fits the situation.

Where do I begin, with the roads, well no, that will be better later. How about the state workers, not really, this is all part of the same issue. I want to show the way but there are just to many ignorant people out there shaking there collective heads in unison to the situation without any clue as to what is really happening here. Let me get a little more coffee in me, maybe some more cigarettes, and we'll see where this goes.

Oh and I forgot to write a little thing about the show yesterday. My stepson Justin performed his first comedy show yesterday evening at the Mohegan Manor in Baldwinsville, NY. Now although I don't want this to seem like I am dissing the place, but I hate Sushi bars. Not because I hate Sushi, no just the opposite, it is because I like Sushi, but lets face it the crap they try to pass off as Sushi at these places is barely edible, and certainly not palatable. I did not see one Japanese person working there, not that I am trying to say that they couldn't do it, but lets face it, in all reality, Americans are horrible at imitation, especially when it comes to food. The people they have working there are most likely not trained Sushi chefs, if they have a Chef at all, they are most likely from a local university, certainly not the caliber that I would consider for my Sushi. Although I am sure they charge like it was first caliber, so I will pass on that. Steak though, that is an entirely different order. I did not try that either, but if they are half way thinking they would do steak right. If they wanted to be famous, they would drop the Sushi, and just do steak and burgers. Don't play to that fruitcake crowd and just make the best steak and burgers there are, and maybe serve a chicken something, no fuck that, just steak, or burger, and steak fries or baked potatoes, that's it. Well yea you can add a fresh vegetable and good bread with real butter, but that's it, no bullshit. And kick Sysco out, or Renzi, or whoever they are getting their pre-portioned institutional crap from. Buy local, fresh, and serve it with reserve and respect for the customer. This is how they should do it if they want to be famous. No pansy bullshit, just steak and good entertainment. They have three fucking floors, they could host shows in the basement bar, have a piano bar upstairs, and maybe some dinner theater in the dinning room on the weekends. Whatever just drop the bullshit, and serve only fresh local beef, with local potatoes, and local vegetables, and some of the pies and other deserts from some local place like Geddes Bakery. Oh and make sure the coffee is great, and not some low cost crap. That's it, one problem fixed. If only they listened. You don't need a great Chef, you just need someone who can cut meat well, and cook it simply. You don't need any A-1 sauce, just a de-glazing of the broiler pan, and a quick mixture of raisin paste, honey and butter. Lets skip this health food crap, 'cause it ain't doing any one any favors, and you shouldn't be going out every day any way, so shelve that shit. Now if you want to serve lunches, well that is easy too. Soup is the key, make a great soup, serve it with a great bread and butter, and you have lunch, no sweat. What else, you want a salad, well, that's just some lettuce, some onions, some tomato, some good dressing, call it a day. It's a fucking side people, not a meal, get it right. Sandwiches, man you want everything, well, okay, there are two sandwiches to serve, one is a roast beef sandwich with onion and a side of horseradish sauce, and the other is turkey, ham and bacon, otherwise known as a club sandwich. That's it. The beef should be roasted very rare, and served fresh cut, the rest can be used to make a good soup. The turkey should be moist as should the ham, and they should also be used to make soup. Okay, expand the menu to include three other things, one is a roast chicken dinner, and therefore chicken soup, and a chicken breast sandwich. The other is roast turkey, for the same reasons. The last one is ham dinner, and therefore soup and sandwiches. Okay the final sandwich is pastrami on rye, but you would have to get the pastrami from the right place, and serve it with wafer thin tomatoes, and a touch of brown mustard, that's it. Don't bend to the customer, let them have it the way it was meant to be, and they will beg for more. If you are going to mash potatoes, well then just do it, if you serve that powered crap you ruin everything. It ain't that hard, boil some white potatoes in salted water, mash them with a ricer, remember this step, use a ricer, not a blender or mixer, machines make them like glue, ad in some butter, and then just enough whole milk to loosen them, but leave them a little dry, as the customer will want to add butter and most likely gravy, so you don't want them to creamy, and you want them to have a bit of body. If you are worried about waste, boil the potatoes and then portion them and put them in the cooler. When you get an order for mash, get out a portion of potatoes and put the bag in the boiling water (you know what boiling water is don't you, its a pot of water you always have on the stove at boiling so you can use it when you need it), and heat them. Of course you realize you would have cooked them just short of done, so you can finish them in the water. When you portion them add in the bits of cold butter, so when you run them through the ricer they are mixed with the butter and add a bit of whole milk, stir and season with a bit of fresh pepper, sold American. That's it, that's all I'm giving you, although there are lots of other things I could think of right now, but that's all you are getting for free, the rest you will have to pay for.

Now what I was saying was this was Justin's first performance. So he did his show, and he was good, I mean not just for his first gig, or because he is my stepson, but he was funny. He actually made me laugh, which is hard to do. So yea, he still needs to think about somethings, cause you don't want to rely on just comedy, but maybe some acting or performance arts classes with an eye on a arts degree, so you got something to show for it, any way, or even a cooking degree, so you have something to put food on the table while you are working on being an overnight success. So that's what I was saying, he was pretty dam good, so get out there and see him, dammit, the show is free, except the drinks, but what the hell, you were going to go out anyways, so you might as well see something worthwhile. So yea that's what I was going to say about that. It is Wednesday night, 7:00pm at the Mohegan Manor in Baldwinsville, NY, right on Oswego Street, just off of route 31, parking is in the back. So don't be a putz get out there and see the show, you pansies.

Okay so that's the shit for today, for right now, 'cause I got a lot more to come, but its almost my bed time, yea that's what I said, almost my bed time, get over it, I ain't fourteen any more, and 6:00 am comes early for me, so get over it.

What I am thinking

There are too many things I am thinking about, concluding and culminating in an inability to present a cohesive presentation.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Today while feeding the goats, I found that our Sanan doe has a cyst, which is most likely CL. This most likely means we will lose the doe.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Update to the "Brute Forge"

A while ago I wrote a little bit about the dragon and his brethren, and here I write a little more, although not so eloquent as I once was able perhaps.

Masters of Competence
There is given some time to their skill, as this is the measure of their worth. Be it that which they provide in eloquence, or in diligence, either can be proof of their level of rank and rancor. They are given this by the priest(est) by decree, by consensus. How is one remarked to this distinction, by deed or by creed, neither, as it is more the will of the apprentice that marks the master, for otherwise they are no more than the average journey man. One that is accomplished is one that is revered, but one that can inspire is one that has proofed their value to all concerned. This then is the mark that the priest(est) seek in naming the accolade master.

Other Terms of Endearment
There is some care presented here, in tender hearts are valuable skills in tending to tenderer parts. Away from the chapel and nearer to the hearth stone there is a small hut in which dwells the workers of miracles and dancers. Given their frail feet and scornful eyes they tend to the ill of frame and feature, if not just the will of the fallen that have no other terms to tender wills. Near then to the rise of the sun, but north of the lady by which they gain their first view and energy, this is the place of quiet solitude amongst the rush of urgency and winds.

Authors Note: I am having a tough time getting into this mind, as so many mundane issues seem to be plaguing me, like sneezes, and wheezes and other bodily functions that constantly get in my way. I will have to complete this at another time, when there are not quite so many ordinary distractions.

Saturday, January 02, 2010

Not Yet Another Not For Profit

Forming a not for profit, focussed on agriculture and traditional economics. My goal here is to form a not for profit that will focus on traditional economics, such as preserving the arts of handcrafts and those centered around agriculture. This is a work in progress most definitely.