MY BETTER HALF...

This woman is cleverer, funnier and stronger than I am. So she can certainly kick YOUR ass...

LEAST ACTION HERO...

So many deadlines and dinosaur incursions, so little time...

JOURNEYMAN...

Lay back and think of the air-miles I'm earning...

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Archive for September 2010

Back in Iowa for a few weeks and at first the promised heatwave failed to materialise. In fact, when I arrived it was positively... nippy. The first few days were very up and down temperature-wise, ranging from early 60s to late 80s - as all-over-the-place as British weather but without the sunny respites between the rain.

And at the end of last week, the rain did indeed fall... with massive night-long thunderstorms and a huge surge in the water-table. The Big Sioux River floods at 15ft... by today (Monday) it was cresting at 23ft or  more. Two of the major roads into town are closed, several farms are under water and I can now just about see the river from the house (never a good sign unless you *usually* have a water-front property). Jilly's house has avoided direct  flooding, but it would probably have only taken another four or five feet to push our way.

Walking out to the bridge out of town, it's like a scene from a post-apocalyptic movie... with people leaving cars and walking up the centre of the road  the edge of the water. Birds circle overhead and - though you'd never think about it until you see it - the tarmac has loads of  dead worms who tried to make it to higher ground. I know. Bizarre! 

Hopefully the rest of the coming week will be dry and sunny, at least that's the forecast.  The water has curtailed some of our plans, but we should be able to get further afield by mid-week or so with a little ffort and re-navigation.  Flooding happens here, but even the locals are saying this is the biggest in many years...

Impact work is getting done, a significant portion of due monies for design work has arrived  and my only real complaints are a range of bug bites, a few cat scratches and a passing argument with a low ceiling. Otherwise, it's good to be back in the land of the free and the home of the free, corn,  fish. Now, where's my Ark manual?


I wanted to lighten the regular postings up a bit, but watching the news about Pastor Terry Jones, a Florida man who will, with his congregation, be conducting a public Qu'ran burning is one of tose things begging for comment.  Jones says he's sick and tired of the Bible being disrespected and wants to show those pesky muslims that he can dish it out too. He's been told by Hillary Clinton, the Pope and other religious leaders of the disrespect he's showing to an entire faith and General Petraeus has said that the act is bound to be seized upon and used as anti-American propganda.  The Pastor had decided that despite all that he's going to goddam go ahead anyway because what are a few more soldier deaths when Christinaity's good name is beign beshmirshed?  It's enough to make a deity proud, no?

It is truly sad that Americans may find themselves branded as a whole collective evil entity and enemy of a whole culture because of the way that the coverage of one needlessly provocative act - by the smallest minority members of a faith -  is mercilessly propagandised and used to push a certain militant mindest back in the likes of Iraq and Afghanistan.


Because that would never happen the other way around, would it?

For me book-burners (of any faith or following) rank somewhere between Paris Hilton, kiddie-fiddlers, Hitler and people who talk at the theatre. Hell, I wouldn't even burn Tony Blair's magnum pompous.

So, I'll just leave you with the words in the image above, from a writer so wise that you may want to do something special to him.

Next time, lighter posts. I promise.