Center Lovell Inn
It is not for sale. For an essay and $125.00 you might realize a dream. Sadly, I do not have $125.00.
Here is my essay...
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Center Lovell Inn
Friday, January 30, 2015
I just gave Starbucks...
a bunch of some money.
Each time I would go to Starbucks and get my favorite Mocha Latte. Each time I would lament throwing the cup, lid and cozy away. Great beverage but a shame to just throw the cup away. So I watched and waited until my local Starbucks again offered their very affordable ($1.00) reusable cups. I bought two knowing that I would need one to use and have a spare.
As I was purchasing the reusable cups I went ahead and asked the barista to fill one with my Mocha Latte. Mmmmm, mocha goodness.
A few minutes down the road it came to me. Starbucks, offering reusable cups, had engaged me in a great marketing scheme.
First, if I used my cup then they didn't have to use one of their cups. This might seem like a very small matter but the economy-of-scale rule became apparent. Their profit margin just increased a fraction because they charged me the same price as a "Venti" beverage and did not incur the cost of the cup. While my single transaction might be the one half (or even one tenth) of one percent increase in their margin when multiplied by the bajillion cups they sell now we are talking real money, a bunch of money. Correction: I received a $0.10 discount for bringing my own cup.
I took another sip of my tasty beverage...and the second part of their great marketing scheme became clear.
The reusable cup was modelled after their "Venti" cup. By asking the barista to fill it with Mocha Latte I was automatically ordering the "Venti" size beverage. Chaching! Correction: It appears that this morning I was charged for a "Grande" and not a "Venti".
So I am pleased that I am not throwing cups and lids and cozys away. Instead I am just giving Starbucks
a bunch of some money.
Great marketing guys and I really like your Mocha Lattes.
Posted by William Meloney at 1:08 PM
On the silly sayings sign of a local church it read, "Church, cheaper than NFL tickets."
While I recognized the pastor's intent it gave me pause to reflect on the real value of Church. Or more precisely the lack of value of Church. Where, in my humble opinion, Church should be invaluable. Now it is being reduced to an amount less than the exorbitant cost of Super Bowl tickets.
I can hear the greeters/scalpers now. "I can get you in the forth row aisle for $449 or up in the nosebleed section for just $225."
On a monetary scale Church is cheaper than everything.
Church is free. A gift freely given. Sometimes it is referred to as Sanctuary. A place to be exactly who and what you are. A place of Peace and Reverence. A place of Solace. A place of Celebration. A place of Nourishment. A place of Community. Church is a place to be Free.
Posted by William Meloney at 7:29 AM
Sunday, January 04, 2015
I didn't make any New Year's Resolutions. I know better.
I am making Cod Chowder.
In the crock pot, of course. Which means that cooking starts early in the morning. This seems so antithetical to the cooking dinner/supper just prior to eating same. Here it is 7:30ish (AM) and the house if filled with the perfume of sauteed onions and garlic. But I digress...
Here's how it all started...
I use a smaller crock pot. Maybe its 2-quart, maybe just a bit more.
Now, did I mention crock pot liners? Best thing since sliced bread or parchment paper. (Tip: Put the box of liners in the clean crock pot before you put it away - help you to remember how glad you have them the next time you use the crock.)
So very simple...
1 can of sweet corn, drained (If I were making Corn Chowder I wouldn't even drain it.)
4 smaller carrots cut in 1/4 inch rounds.
Goes right in the crock...
3/4 cup diced onion, set aside for the moment.
6-7 Yukon Gold mini potatoes, quartered and then cut into 1/4 inch slices. Rinse and dry the slices.
Heat 2 tablespoons of olive oil to shimmering (very hot)
Quickly brown the potatoes, just until they begin to show some caramel coloring, 2-3 minutes, tops. As soon as they show add them to the carrots and corn in the crock.
In the same skillet melt two tablespoons of butter and sweat the diced onions with some garlic. When they start to become translucent sprinkle in about 2 tablespoons of flour. (I prefer Gold Medal Wondra for roux, but then I cheat at Pinochle too. Oh! Did I say that out loud. Sorry.)
When the roux begins to color, beige approaching light tan, add 1 and 1/2 half pints of Half&Half. Mix thoroughly and bring slowly, slowly to full bloom - this is just when the contents of the pan seems to instantly double in volume - immediately remove from the heat and add to the crock.
Set the crock to "Low" and mix the contents to insure even distribution. Now wait. How long? I can't tell you. You just have to wait. My best guesstimation is 3-4 hours until the carrots are fully cooked.
Remember, if you get ahead of your meal schedule just turn the crock to "Keep Warm" and ... wait.
But don't wait forever. There is still the Codfish.
I try to get the freshest possible seafood but here in the wilds of western Kentucky the only thing that you can really depend on is Catfish. Everything else comes in from somewhere else. If we aren't eating it that day in goes into the freezer.
About 45 - 60 minutes before meal time take the partially/mostly thawed Cod and rinse it vigorously under cold running water. Then pat the fillet(s) as dry as possible. Cut them into 3/4 to 1 inch cubes
Fold the Cod cubes into the soup stock (and don't forget to turn the crock back to "Low")
Occasionally gently fold the soup (do not stir - you don't want to break the Cod into small pieces.)
When you think things have gone long enough sample for done-ness. The Cod should be firm and the carrots about the same.
Carefully ladle hot steaming Cod Chowder into bowls and garnish with chopped chive or green onions (some people call 'em Scallions, you know what I mean Joe?)
(Pictures to follow.)
Posted by William Meloney at 8:33 AM
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
I still listen to radio, after a fashion.
When my commute was about 30 minutes, from home to work, it was NPR. Plain and simple. A good dose of the news and Morning Edition features. I could depend on engaging banter from Steve Inskeep and Renee Montaigne. Even the curmudgeon views of Frank DeForge were enlightening. Then a strange thing happened.
My early morning "commute" changed from work to the gym. So my first half hour was from 0430 to just before 0500. All is right with the world...and NPR. Then when I get out of the gym and head to work at 0630 things begin to unravel. NPR is repeating itself word for word from 0430. Its like de ja news all over again.
So my alternative go to radio station is WKWC ... Kentucky Wesleyan College radio. This turns out to be a gem. Progressive, non-repetitive, commercial free (OK, there are a few PSAs and KWC promos) - just good ear candy. So good in fact that I have taken to tuning in even when I know NPR is not repeating itself.
Posted by William Meloney at 4:13 PM
Sunday, October 26, 2014
On the weekends I turn into a slouch. It is part of my $WORK/$HOME balance system. I sleep late. I set the menu for the next week. I do a little shopping, mostly grocery needs for the coming week. I eat to excess (more about this later). I spend time with my best friend my $WIFE. (She beats me at Cribbage but I think she cheats :-) ) I get to visit with one or more of my $CHILDREN. I may even spend some time puttering around in the yard.
The boneless short ribs went into the crock pot early, slathered with Sweet Baby Ray's Original and Sweet&Spicy BBQ sauce ... as Alton Brown is fond of saying, "Them's Good Eats." Now splitting my time between writing posts and reading about Securing An Ubuntu Server. While I was out snapping pics for the Yardist post I took the time to refill the feeders - they don't call this place "The Flying Pig Ranch And Thistle Farm" for nothing.
I say "slouch" because it isn't convenient to go the gym (OMHS HealthPark) on Saturday or Sunday. They don't open until 0700 on Saturday - middle of my morning - instead of 0500 which is when I go during weekdays. It is even worse on Sunday when they don't open until 1200. Harrumph! Oh well, I guess they have to have some $WORK/$HOME balance too.
In coming posts...
The Gym and Podcasts
Setting the Menu
Posted by William Meloney at 11:09 AM
Friday, October 10, 2014
Ninety-one days and a couple of hours ago I took the 99 Days of Freedom Challenge. I committed to stay completely away from Facebook for 99 days. I stopped cold turkey. My last post was the declaration of my having take the challenge. Then I logged out and haven't been back since. Spoiler alert: the world did not come to a crashing halt.
Initially I did go through withdrawls. I got fidgety when faced with a blank address bar. I wondered who was posting the best Kitteh pictures. I was feeling a concerted lack of unicorns flying across rainbows sprinkling glitter. Most of all I missed the vitriolic bantering back and forth between the left and the right.
Then just when I thought I was out of the woods ... FB started spamming me with, "Won't you come home" email messages. "All your friends miss you." So-and-so posted such-and-such. "How can you be such a callus cad to ignore your friends like this?" I felt bad, really bad for as long as it took me to delete the emails, unopened. Sorry FB I really don't want your free crack.
Now many of you know that I am a social media animal from way back. Chat rooms and forums before and after they were cool. I still keep my IRC client tuned to the good old groups. Now I started spending more time with Google+ ... much higher caliber of time wasting dabbling. I even started paying attention, albeit short-attention, to Twitter. But nothing seems to fill up my time as uselessly as those many hours with FB.
(So this has been my attempt at One-page-a-day. In typical fashion it took me three days to get to this point...where I push the "Publish" button and start over. *Sigh*)
Posted by William Meloney at 9:27 AM
Sunday, July 13, 2014
As any sysadmin will tell you the first and most necessary component to understanding Linux is personal initiative. The person that doesn't want-need-desire to learn Linux can't get it just by loading up the latest distro of Ubuntu. Linux is a relationship with computing. It requires a certain kind of passion to enter into such a relationship. It also requires a certain level of commitment.
Reflection on my early days shows me diving into distros that came on many, many 3.5 inch floppies. Then if I was successful I got a prompt: root@slackware: ~> I stared at it for the longest time and then tried some DOS commands...only to be told that "dir" was not found. I had no comforting background in any of the *nixs. So I had to start reading TFM. I eventually discovered "man" and midnight commander (mc). I was underway. At least I could see the file system.
Mr. Slackware, Patrick Volkerding was kind enough to include enough FVWM so that once I found the startx command I even got a graphical user interface. And right there my troubles really began. I wanted to do the cool things. With multiple video cards I could run more than one monitor. With a sound card I could play music. With an ethernet adapter I could even get on the network. RTFM.
In those heady days hard drive space and memory were at a premium. Even worse, resources allocated to a project boxen were hand-me-downs at best. So it became necessary to roll my own .xorg config files. And *GASP* recompile the kernel to include the necessary modules to drive my bells and whistles. At a time when recompiles took way more than just one cup of coffee. (I would eventually, after a sweeping office PC upgrade, scrounge and build a 5-node MOSIX cluster that cut compile times to a manageable half pot of coffee.)
Software was a matter of downloading tarballs and ./configure ... and ... search for the dependency, download the tarball, ./configure ... and ... search for the dependency, download the tarball, ./configure ... and ... rinse&repeat ... until make && make install were successful. Then curse and recurse back up the dependency chain until the original make && make install were successful.
So here is my lament. Linux has become a commodity. I can slap a DVD in a laptop (of all things) and load Linux ... and everything, everything works. Through a GUI I can download and install software and the dependencies, if any, are handled in the background. It all just works. Well?!?! If it all just works then what are you bitchin' about? That Linux Enthusiast I mentioned earlier never got to learn how to drive a stick-shift Linux.
Just my $0.02