Back In The Day: A Miner’s Life
I found this brief tale of a miners life fascinating and wanted to share it. A link to the original source is below.
Back in the day breakfast consisted of Bacon, biscuits, black coffee, a pull from the whiskey bottle and then cigars or a chaw from the plug of tobacco. Being a working miner living in a shack was a tough but rewarding existence. Daily survival was the driving force. Hunting & chopping wood was required to live. There were no supermarkets or mini malls. There was no air conditioning, running water, jacuzzi tubs, high speed internet, smart phones, big screen TV’s, or mail order warehouses that sell every widget know to man. In the summer we were hot, in the winter we froze.
If you were lucky enough to find some color in the rocks you had to constantly look over your shoulder for the next backshooter trying to steal your claim or from taking a shot at you from a distance! Old miners lived high on life, adventure, hard work, sweat, Elk loin & Elk jerky, but most of all whiskey straight from the bottle! — with Link Borland wannabe.
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Mountain Man May Mower Maintenance
Here in East Tennessee late April or early May is when we drag the dormant mowing equipment out of the shed and get it ready to serve for another summer. Many GRIT readers will be old hands at this annual task, but for the newbie property owners, this little video tour will show you how easy it is to prepare your walk-behind mower for another season of use.
Let’s recap briefly.
– Check your manual to see what you will need and where critical parts are.
– Start the mower and warm it up so the oil flows better.
– Disconnect the spark plug wire.
– Be careful to tip the mower the right way so gasoline does not run out.
– Drain the used oil completely.
Also, if the oil drain plug is under the deck, you will need to set the mower back on its wheels over a drain pan to remove the used oil. If the plug is in the side of the crank case, you will probably need a plastic tube to pipe the oil over the deck to a drain pan.
Now, let’s move on with the blade removal and servicing.
How to Defuse the Stress Time Bomb
Everyone knows that stress is a bad thing. Too much stress leads to many health problems and can be a major contributor to a seriously shortened life span. Stress also tends to take the joy out of our lives. Attempting to eliminate stress is a fruitless task because stress is a natural by-product of our modern lives. If we are attempting to make a living, pay our bills, feed our family, keep up with all the goings-ons of our family and friends, stress will result. Even if we become mega-millionaires and retire to a beach in Maui to sip margaritas for the rest of our lives, stress will search us out. So, if we can not avoid it, we must learn to manage it. Fortunately, that is not as hard as we might think. We may still have deadlines to meet, and writer’s block to climb over, and writing to do, but if we can get the anxiety under control, all that will be easier to deal with too. Here are come of my favorite ways to defuse the time-bomb of stress. Continue reading “How to Defuse the Stress Time Bomb”
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Flights of Humor
Recently a video of a flight attendant’s humorous safety lecture has been making the rounds of social media and she even appeared on a morning talk show. But she is not a pioneer in this realm.
Kulula Airlines is a low cost airline with its head office situated in Johannesburg.
Kulula airline attendants make an effort to make the in-flight “safety lecture” and announcements a bit more entertaining than most. Here are some real examples that have been heard or reported:
On Kulula flights there is no assigned seating: you just sit where you want. On one flight passengers were apparently having a hard time choosing, when a flight attendant announced, “People, people we’re not picking out furniture here, find a seat and get in it!”
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On another flight with a very “senior” flight attendant crew, the pilot said, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve reached cruising altitude and will be turning down the cabin lights. This is for your comfort and to enhance the appearance of your flight attendants.” Continue reading “Flights of Humor”
TRUTH: OUR WAY OF SEEING THINGS
SEO for Blogs, Love It, Hate It, Use It.
I’ve been writing professionally, at least part time, for a very long time: around 3 decades. More recently I started blogging. Needless to say, I’ve been writing longer than I’ve been blogging. In fact I’ve been writing longer than blogs have existed. Therefore I learned to write according to the old school conventions, which placed making a written work entertaining to the reader above making it popular with a search engine.
Of course search engines have not always been as persnickety as they are now. Early on, search engines actually rewarded writers for using natural language and allowed them to include in the header of an article a whole string of keywords that related to the content of the article. A keyword string for this article would have included, search engine, search, seo, blog, blogging, article, post, web, internet, optimize, optimization, keywords, and writing. Search engines trusted writers to include a spectrum of words that were directly related to the article, even if not all of them appeared in the article. But then the spammers came in and discovered that they could insert totally unrelated, hot topic keywords to give their page a boost. If I were to include Miley Cyrus, twerking, and Justin Bieber, this page would become robot candy even though those words have nothing to do with what I’m writing about. And so, the search engine strangulation began. Continue reading “SEO for Blogs, Love It, Hate It, Use It.”
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Brain Rot and Getting Old
OK, I admit that I passed the half-century mark in age quite some time ago, but I do not consider myself old, although the term “old” does seem to have taken on some fluidity over the years. When I was a kid, 35 seemed ancient, when I got to be 35, 65 was old. Now that I’m pushing 60, old is somewhere above 80. And I most certainly do not consider myself to be the least bit senile, although… I have caught myself having what some would call a “senior moment” now and again.
Just the other day, it was a Saturday, the day I always fix a nice breakfast for my sweetie (omelets are my specialty, but I can do other things too) I found myself standing in the kitchen, with an array of delicious food stuffs neatly arranged on the counter, but could not for the life of me remember what I had planned to cook. I stood there for several moments, inventorying the items I’d laid out hoping for a clue. Finally it came to me and I forged ahead again. But it was embarrassing, even though the dog and I were the only ones who knew about it.
It wasn’t the first time, either. I can’t even count the times I’ve gone into another room to get or do something only to wonder, “Why did I come in here?” That is disconcerting. I do find that telling the dog what I’m going to go do helps me remember. I suppose you don’t actually need a dog, but if you forget and do this while someone is visiting you don’t look quite so crazy to them. Continue reading “Brain Rot and Getting Old”