New Years Eve Party At My House

I worked all day yesterday and when I say all day, I mean ALL day.  I was up at 11:30PM the night before and worked until about 3PM yesterday.  At 3 I took a few hours of nap time and was back online at 7PM and worked until about 11:30 or so. That’s about 19 hours on the clock yesterday.  I remember glancing at the bedside clock as midnight rolled around and thinking happy new year to myself as I faded off to sleep.  Quite the party.

Still, the neighbors pulled an “all nighter”.  Some of you will remember from my Christmas list in “Dear Santa… that one of the things that I’ve really wanted for a long time was a game camera. Miss Jodi came through on that one and bought me a REALLY nice camera.   With it, I was able to capture some of the local revelers as they partied through the night.

Here’s a shot at 2:40am as the party was just getting kicked off:
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An hour later they were back:
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And another hour later… still partying!
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Somewhere in there I guess they closed down a bar because they were gone for about four hours.  But, like me (in my youth) closing down an all night romp with an 8am IHOP special, they were back for breakfast:
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My yard doesn’t have a fence.  It fades from lawn to trees and forest in about 20 yards.  The camera is set up on the first tree at the edge of the woods so these pictures are all about 25 yards from my front door.  In fact, I knew that I had new pictures because Miss Jodi looked out the living room window this morning and watched these guys having breakfast.  I LOVE living in North Carolina… no, really.

Have a happy New Year folks.  May the coming year be safe, and happy for you.  

Distractions

We all have things that we do when completely bored.  At least I assume that I’m not the odd one out as far as that’s concerned.  Whether, it’s a completely random task or just inspecting the lint in your bellybutton it’s just something to pass the time.

A few of the things that you might find me doing at 1am or while on a two hour conference call might surprise you… or might not.

XKCD
All true geeks know what XKCD is… it’s a… well…. it’s a geek comic. I guess the best description is it’s own, “A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language.” Always interesting comics but when you’re bored, you can click the “random” button at the bottom to get a random comic out of the history.  Since I’ve read them all it’s not a lot of fun but a little known feature is that all, or at least most, of the comics have “alt text”.  “Alt Text” was originally part of the HTML specification to deal with browsers that didn’t support pictures.  So, where a picture on a web page might be you’d have a text description for it that looked like [Photo of Sunset over mountains].  These days this text is used for accessibility functions.  In XKCD it’s used to sneak in a hidden comment.  Usually, it’s something to do with the topic of the comic for that day but sometimes it’s just a witty saying or bit of social commentary.  A great way to waste time.

NASA
I read NASA reports like the recently released Columbia Crew Survival Investigation Report.  Not out of morbid curiosity but because they have passages like this:

Human space flight is still in its infancy; spacecraft navigate narrow tracks of carefully computed ascent and entry trajectories with little allowable deviation. Until recently, it remained the province of a few governments. As private industry and more countries join in this great enterprise, we must share findings that may help protect those who venture into space. In the history of NASA, this approach has resulted in many improvements in crew survival. After the Apollo 1 fire, sweeping changes were made to spacecraft design and to the way crew rescue equipment was positioned and available at the launch pad. After the Challenger accident, a jettisonable hatch, personal oxygen systems, parachutes, rafts, and pressure suits were added to ascent and entry operations of the space shuttle.

As we move toward a time when human space flight will be commonplace, there is an obligation to make this inherently risky endeavor as safe as feasible. Design features, equipment, training, and procedures all play a role in improving crew safety and survival in contingencies. In aviation, continual improvement in oxygen systems, pressure suits, parachutes, ejection seats, and other equipment and systems has been made. It is a core value in the aviation world to evaluate these systems in every accident and pool the data to understand how design improvements may improve the chances that a crew will survive in a future accident.

The Columbia accident was not survivable. After the Columbia Accident Investigation Board (CAIB) investigation regarding the cause of the accident was completed, further consideration produced the question of whether there were lessons to be learned about how to improve crew survival in the future.

This investigation was performed with the belief that a comprehensive, respectful investigation could provide knowledge that can protect future crews in the worldwide community of human space flight. Additionally, in the course of the investigation, several areas of research were identified that could improve our understanding of both nominal space flight and future spacecraft accidents.

This report is the first comprehensive, publicly available accident investigation report addressing crew survival for a human spacecraft mishap, and it provides key information for future crew survival investigations. The results of this investigation are intended to add meaning to the sacrifice of the crew’s lives by making space flight safer for all future generations.

The reports go into great technical detail and are presented in a language that allows the average person to understand them.  They present data relating to accidents in the most humane and respectful way possible.  It’s truly fantastic that you get this level of expertise and human understanding out of a Government organization.  The reports are up front about the data that they do not have or can not guess.  When they stray into speculation they are very clear on this fact and go to great lengths to relay to the reader that this is the case. Truly good reading for the science minded.

Games
A lot of times I’ll just load a game to play.  Usually something that doesn’t take a lot of attention like a lower level “real time strategy” game like EA’s Red Alert.  In these game there’s usually an objective and computer opponents that send “enemies” against your forces.  I like to build up a very strong defense and then slowly whittle away at the other guys.  If I’m particularly bored I’ll load a game with three or four bad guys against me.  Usually I can “win” in very short order but the games allow you to continue after winning so I’ll continue the game and keep going until I’ve destroyed every trace of the enemy… every troop, every building… it’s a great way to waste several hours for no gain.

Teh Internets
I’ll usually start with Google News and find something that interests me.  It might be the story itself, a comment related to the story or it might be just a passing bit of unrelated “fact” that I find odd. From there I’ll spend time doing additional Google searches to try and figure out how often the media got a particular topic right.  Answer: not often.

Worst Case: YouTube user comments.
As Aviatrix hints in this post, if you want to get an understanding of how stupid, illiterate, inane, insane, racist, etc the folks that you see in the mall are then this is the place.  Doesn’t matter what the topic of the actual video is… just find one, any one, and read the comments. For best results pick one related to politics or guns.

Anything in the blog reader but I generally consider that stuff more productive. (links at right)

Stacked List

My friend Will@home apparently enjoys making lists and encourages others to do the same.    Anyone that reads more than one post here knows that I rarely have little to say about any topic so building one-line lists really doesn’t work for me.   Still, Will asked for it so I’ll try…

 

10 Things you probably don’t need to know about me:

  1. I believe in God
    1. If you have questions I will be glad to answer them or direct you to someone that can but let’s be clear:
      1. It’s not open for debate
      2. I don’t care if you think that  your god and my God are the same god just with different names… you’re wrong.
      3. It’s not an academic pursuit.  It’s real life.  Reading the bible for 15 minutes does not qualify you as an expert. 
        1. or 15 years for that matter
    2. If your religion is for sale I don’t even want to talk to you.
    3. If you haven’t read the bible don’t attempt to argue it’s contents.
      1. it’s offensive
        1. really
  2. I love my wife
    1. a lot
    2. It is True Love
      1. see The Princess Bride for references
        1. without the “almost married another guy” bit.
  3. I am or have been licensed to drive.
    1. Cars
    2. Trucks
    3. Motorcycles
    4. 10 and 14 Ton forklifts
    5. M1A1 and A2 Main Battle Tanks
    6. 113 Personnel carrier
    7. Howitzers
    8. 3, 5 and 10 Ton Military tractor trailers
    9. Airplanes
  4. I own guns
    1. I enjoy this
    2. I enjoy people who think all people who own guns are gun nuts.
      1. they are fun
    3. I know how to use the guns I own.
      1. I can clean them.
        1. safely
      2. I can handle them
        1. safely
      3. I can shoot them with great accuracy
        1. Mostly
  5. I enjoy working with my hands which includes:
    1. Woodworking
    2. Metalworking
      1. but it’s been a long time
    3. Carpentry
    4. Cooking (yes, cooking)
    5. Baking (see parenthetical comment above)
  6. I own a remote controlled model airplane
    1. which I built
    2. but have never flown
  7. I am a republican
    1. I’m not likely to change my world view to make you comfortable
    2. I have voted Democrat in the past and will again
    3. I don’t believe that people too lazy to work should be saved from themselves.
      1. even that poor starving homeless guy
        1. unless I decide that I want to give him money.
          1. note that I said, “I decide” not “you decide”
          2. or a job.
  8. I like kids
    1. If their parents like them
      1. which really means “can actually cause them to behave”
        1. which can really be done. 
          1. I’ve seen it.
        2. and do.
    2. If I see your child misbehaving in a public place and completely embarrassing you.
      1. I will laugh at you
        1. a lot
          1. and probably point
      2. and laugh some more
    3. I will not feel sorry for you because you decided to have children.
      1. even if you are 17
        1. and unmarried
          1. and unemployed
      2. If you are going to do adult things you must accept adult responsibilities.
        1. and not cry
  9. I have been trained as an electronics repairman.  This means that
    1. I can recite ohms lawohmtable
      1. and I know how to read the table pictured here. 
    2. I know what those stripes on resistors in your radio mean
    3. I can also fix computers
      1. even ones that have mostly melted.
        1. It is a little known fact that all electronic components contain a limited amount of smoke.  This smoke is required for operation and once released from the component causes it to cease function.
          1. Electronic Engineering is built around keeping this smoke from escaping.
      2. but mostly don’t because it’s just cheaper and easier not to.
  10. I have worked
    1. As a carpenter
    2. Offshore in the Gulf of Mexico
    3. At Walmart
    4. Installing inflatable buildings.
      1. big ones
    5. In Saudi Arabia
      1. during a war
    6. At a shooting range
    7. As a civilian technician fixing radios in combat vehicles for the La National Guard.
    8. For a Swiss Bank
    9. For an American bank
      1. on a trading floor

Bottled Memories

I met Rob (blog.hines57.com) about 10 years ago.  We were working together at the time and he offered to come over and help me with some construction on my house.  We got along rather well and it wasn’t long until I was invited out to his family’s property in central Mississippi to do some hunting.  Over that summer and the next winter we spent nearly every weekend out there.  That’s where I met Rob’s father Bob. 

Bob was one of those people that you can tell you are going to like from the first handshake.  He was full of wisdom and was very laid back.  The first time I met him he welcomed me into the family and treated me like I was expected to be there the next weekend.  He didn’t know it (or maybe he did) but he became a role model for me.  A strong man with a strong sense of “right”.  His word meant a lot to him the word of God meant more.  His character and his faith in God were evident in all that he did.  He worked incessantly at what we called “the cabin” so that it was always ready anytime his children and grandchildren wanted to use it.

One evening I came out of the woods from hunting a little early and found Bob The Hines "Cabin"sitting on the porch with a bottle of Seagrams VO.  He invited me to join him and we sat on the porch of the cabin watching the Mississippi sun set over the pines.   Bob had lived in that cabin for a while when he was young and as we sat there that night, sipping Seagrams out of red plastic cups he shared stories of his life with me. Bob was a trained Tinsmith and a professor for Mississippi College.  His southern values and redneck upbringing were a slick cover for a man who was obviously much deeper and much smarter than he let on.

After that night I made it a point to get back early from hunting whenever I could.   That summer and the next I spent as many evenings as I could sitting on that porch.   It’s a time in my life that I will always remember and his advice and stories gave me guidance that I would need badly over the next several years.  One Christmas I invited Bob and his wife to join us along with his son Rob and family for dinner.  That day I went out and bought a special bottle of Seagrams VO for Bob because I knew he liked it.  After dinner the men had a single drink out of that bottle and it was relegated to the back of my liquor cabinet. 

When I met Bob he had already survived one fight with cancer.  After that year we moved away to Chicago for work and I only got to speak to him a couple of times after that. 

One of the things I miss most about those days is sitting on that porch talking with him and one of the things that I regret most in my life is not taking the time to go to his funeral when he lost his last fight with cancer.  I don’t remember why I couldn’t go, at the time whatever was happening at work seemed vastly important.  Now, I can’t remember what it was but I can regret not leaving it for something that turned out to be more important to me.  A lesson for the future.

2027 After Bob died I kept that bottle of Seagrams.  On occasion when I thought of sitting on that porch with him those many evenings or when I had spent an enjoyable time with his son and family I’d take that bottle down, walk out on the porch and have a few sips to remember those conversations.  Bob wasn’t a big drinker nor am I.  As far as I know the only time he drank at all was those few sips sitting on the porch on those evenings deep in the Mississippi woods. It seems odd to remember a man of God in such a way but it was something that we shared and it seemed most appropriate.

Last night Rob and family came over for a Christmas warm-up dinner.  We had traditional sweets and roast chicken with stuffing.  While I was digging through the liquor cabinet searching for bourbon to make bourbon balls I picked that bottle of Seagrams up and set it out of the way on the kitchen counter.  Later, as Rob was leaving I noticed it and drank down the last swallow straight from the bottle.  It was a good night.  We had enjoyed good food and good conversation with Bob’s family.  It was a good time to remember him.

The empty bottle sits on top of my bookshelf where it’ll stay to remind me of regrets to avoid but also that family is more important than work, that adherence to your word reflects how you value yourself, that hard work and sweat for those that you love are a small price to pay for the joy it brings them and that a sip of good Canadian Whiskey while reflecting on the ever evolving masterpiece that God has created can be a recipe for happiness beyond your worth.

Working Overtime

Office hours where I work are 8am-5pm.  That seems to be a perfectly normal arrangement.  Most days I’m out of bed and ready to go by 5:30 A.M. Since I work from home my commute consists of a bleary eyed stumble to the office, a collapse into my chair and a fat-fingered multi-failure attempt at logging into a "too secure" network.

My first email of the day almost always hits the desk before 5:45… that’s A.M.  My last email of the day happens sometime before 5:45 the next morning.

We’re a global company, truly global.  That means that the office never sleeps.  I can log in at any time, day or night and chat with someone who’s just having his first cup of coffee for the day.  There’s always something going on, always something left to do.  I can work at 11PM or at 11AM and see the same level traffic over my desk. 

A co-worker recently said to me, "You know you’re really hitting it hard when you pass that 60 hour mark"… I roared with laughter.  I pass the 60 hour mark sometime around 1 P.M. on Wednesday.  I can take two days off on any given week and still record more time than most people who drive into the office every day and I’m on salary so I don’t get paid for the overtime.  Wednesday night I was up until 1 A.M. working.  Last night I was up until just after midnight.  Both days I was in the office before six the next day.  Working with 4 or 5 hours sleep is normal for me but anything less than that can be brutal and definitely affects my performance.  Sometimes I just have to shutdown around 7PM and sleep until the next morning.  Sometimes I can find the time.

The best benefit of working from home is that I get to see my wife any time I want.  I can be on a stressful conference call and take a second to peak around the corner to see her peacefully reading a book or watching birds out the front window.  Just seeing her can reduce the stress levels by orders of magnitude.  Nice.  Some peoples wives have the opposite effect… too bad for them. 🙂

My performance at work has always been rated high.  Usually at the top of the curve or so very near the top as to not matter.  I’m good at what I do and I don’t mind doing it at silly hours.  My office phone gets routed to a portable phone that I usually carry with me around the house.   If that phone rings, I answer it.  I know people that work from home that won’t answer the "office phone" after six in the evening.  I can’t do that.  All of my international co-workers know that if they ring my phone I’ll answer it.  Most of them are VERY careful not to ring it at odd hours.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a "type-a" personality and I don’t want to be.  If the house doesn’t get cleaned, phhtt whatever.  If friends come over with kids and things get rearranged on the book shelves… well, maybe it’s better that way anyway.  If I haven’t had time to put the final touches on the porch that I built earlier this year… well, it’s safe and it looks mostly good, that’s good enough for now.   I don’t mind calling in "missing" for a day and going hunting instead of going to work.  At the end of the week I’ll still have more hours worked than most others so no harm, no foul.  I just have a need to accomplish things.  To make life easier for at least one other person every day. 

It comes, I think, from a deeply ingrained work ethic that was beat into me as a child.  My Grandfather worked from daylight to dark until he retired; Daylight Savings Time be damned.  God set the hours on the clock that he watched.  He did it because that was the only way to feed his family.  I do it because that’s the way I learned to work.  That and I’m always afraid that people are going to figure out that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing so I work extra hard to keep them from figuring it out.

I’m not the only one.  We all know people who will pick up the slack.  Greybeard makes note of it in this post and some of his commenters indicate people that are the same way.  If you want to call in sick for the 231st time this year, no worries, we’ve got  your back.  Half of the office on Holiday over Thanksgiving?  No big deal, we’ve got a guy that’ll work 15 days straight.   Christmas? Same deal. 

My brother hasn’t had a holiday… a single holiday… off in about 12 years.  Not one Thanksgiving, Not one Christmas. Not one Veterans day… nothing.  It’s understood and we work around it.  He gets it from the same place that I do. 

We appreciate the guy that’s signing the check and don’t mind going the extra mile to help him out.

It’s a… Family Tradition^H^H^H^H^H^H^H

I’m discovering that writing a blog can be interesting sometimes.  You see, unlike other people who write I tend to follow the site subtitle.  I’ve usually got several topics floating around in my head over the days between when I write a post.  When one of those ideas is mature enough I sit down to write it.  I carefully craft the first paragraph and start adding content to it.  Seven paragraphs later the post looks nothing like what I intended, covers ground that I hadn’t thought of before and is not one of the several ideas that I’ve been thinking about.

This morning someone sent me yet another Xmas greeting which triggered a post that I’ve been thinking about for a few days.  I wanted to talk about Christmas and what it means to me.  I wanted to discuss how I find "Xmas" offensive and why.  So, I sat down to write that post.  When I write, I set the title first to sort of define a "mission statement" for the post.  It helps keep me on topic.  Ok,  it did one time and I keep hoping for a repeat performance.   Today I started with a topic of "Merry Xmas".  I quickly decided that the core of what I wanted to talk about revolved around tradition so I changed the title to "Family Tradition".  That got me to thinking about the Hank Williams Jr. song, "It’s a Family Tradition" so off I go to find a video of that song to include with the post.  After about an hour of watching music videos I decided that the song, while it has a catchy title, is exactly the opposite of what I wanted to share.  This threw a curve into my thinking and I had to reevaluate what, exactly, "family tradition" really is which caused me to realize that the song actually conveys EXACTLY what I intended… Hank Williams Jr invokes that kind of thought? Good Lord. 

In the end, I cheated and wrote a blog post about writing a blog post which has nothing to do with Christmas OR Tradition… how the…

 

 

(the ^H part of the title is an old geek joke.  In the early days of computing accidentally hitting the delete key in the wrong place would generate a ^H character in your text.  This lead to people inserting ^H characters to be funny so you might have a string that looked like this, "That’s a stupid^H^H^H^H^H^H new way to look at things".)

Playing in the rain…

It’s been raining for the last couple of days.  Nothing special in that, it happens occasionally, but it got me to thinking about ‘rain stories’.  As I’ve mentioned before, I grew up in Louisiana so there was plenty of rain when I was a kid.  Because of the way the weather patterns work there you can get a lot of rain in the summers.  Occasionally, you get it every day for a month right around 2:00 in the afternoon.  It might otherwise be a perfectly clear day until a shower rolls across the land.  A shower might drop an inch or two of water in 30 or 40 minutes and then be gone.  The rain would be so heavy that the water would form a clear sheet as it flowed off of the gutterless roof.   Cars on the road would pull over until the shower passed… there’s not a windshield wiper in existence that can handle rain like that… and those that didn’t were glared at and considered unsafe drivers

After the rain passed the heat of the day would return and the whole world would take a steam bath.   I remember vividly the steam rising off of the asphalt on the two lane highway that ran past our house.   Sometimes it would be so thick that people would have to slow down.

One of the things that I missed a lot when living in Chicago was the rain.  Oh, it rained in Chicago of course but it was nothing like back home.   It was almost never a hard, soaking, shower but more of a weak, spitting, misty rain.  On the occasions when you would get hard rain in the mid-west it almost never lasted for very long.

So the stories…

1977…

I remember being seven and playing in the rain in our back yard.  The back yard was covered with trees so there was really no grass to speak of.  The water would sheet across the ground and gather in small rivulets as it flowed down the slight hillside.  On really warm days, if there wasn’t any lightening mama would let us play in the rain and we would build tiny earthen dams to block those rivulets.  We would start the dam and then franticly reinforce them as the water built up.  After a time, reinforcement took more dirt than you could gather quickly and the whole thing would let go. 

During the hurricane this year I remember watching the news as experts reviewed a levee that was "going to let go at any minute".  During the interview they cut to the local manager who said in a voice thick with Cajun influence, "Nah, cher, she’ll hold.  We just need to get a little more dirt on ‘er".   He was right, it held.  Years of backyard dam building experience at play.

1985..

I was 15 that year.  My father took me on a hunting trip and we camped out with several friends in the middle of Kisatche National Forest.  It rained hard one night.  The rain only lasted a few minutes but I remember laying awake for hours listening to the sharp "pop" as water dripped off of the trees onto that tightly stretched canvas.

1990…

I was in the National Guard then.  For those that don’t know, every year the National Guard (and the various Reserves) spend two straight weeks on active duty.  Most places require those people to burn paid vacation for this so that’s a lot of missed family vacations.. next time you see a Guard or Reserve member thank them for that.  Members jokingly call the yearly period "summer camp"… it’s anything but.

Occasionally, instead of the daily showers in the summer you get a "real" rain.  A real rain is one long steady rain that can last for days interspersed with periods of very hard rain.  We were good at it and for a while you could keep most things dry but after week of that the water would seep into every crack, soak through the canvas of tents and drench every inch of everything you owned.  The only "dry" thing you owned was inside an MRE bag which is, thankfully, where they put the toilet paper.

This particular "summer camp" we had solid rain for a week.  We were in the woods in central Louisiana in a "make-believe" war.  We had set up our base and dug foxholes in a perimeter around that camp.   We each spent 4 hours on guard duty in a foxhole.   That time was spent alternately improving your position and bailing the water out of the bottom with a coke can.  The rest of our time was spent doing our "normal" job from a field position.  After a while we were able to make the foxholes mostly waterproof believe it or not.  Ask a member of the Louisiana National Guard if you want to know how to make a waterproof foxhole cover out of sticks and pine straw.

One evening early in the fist week I was on guard duty and a very heavy rain started.  The rain was so thick that being in a defensive posture meant nothing… you couldn’t see ten feet in front of you anyway. I was franticly bailing the water out of my foxhole when my sergeant crawled up to the hole, flipped over on his back and lay staring up into the rain.  I stopped bailing and leaned up against the side of the foxhole near enough to him to hear anything he said over the roar of the downpour. 

He said, "Jinks."
I responded quickly, "Yes, Sergeant?"
"Need anything?", he asked.
"No, Sergeant."
"How’s everything going?"
"Little damp, really", I yelled over the noise..
"Yeah, this humidity can be a bitch" he said as he slowly got up and wandered off. 

Surreal.

1991, Saudi Arabia, right after the war kicked off

I was on CQ duty which means "Charge of Quarters" but is really, "gopher for the first Sergeant".   I was sitting at a desk digging the good bits out of an MRE and listening to the rain pound on the tin roof of the shed we were using for an HQ. 

The First Sergeant, a rangy black man from somewhere in South Louisiana, came through the door soaking wet and I jumped to parade rest.

"Son OF a bitch!", he bellowed.  He saw me standing there and said "at ease, carry on" without thinking about it and then continued his diatribe.

"Ten Years, Jinks. Ten God Damn Years! Do you know what that is Jinks?"

"No First Sergeant", I responded.

"That’s how long it’s been since it rained in this shithole Jinks! Ten fucking years.  It aint rained in ten damn years so I’m thinking hey, cool, we can finally get some fucking training done without getting wet.  Ten years and the boys from Louisiana walk into a fucking war zone in a fucking desert and it start’s fucking raining.  Can you believe that shit JInks?"

"No First Sergeant"

"Well, look.  That prick S1 from Ohio or some shit just called me in and asked if the rain would affect us. Do you know what I told him Jinks?"

"No First Sergeant"

"Exactly! I told him, ‘No!’.  I told him, ‘Sir, these boys sleep in the rain.  They live in the rain. They love the rain.  We’ll be fine.’  but he want’s to be sure. So tomorrow we’re taking extra care to get wet for his dumb ass.  You make sure that we have a few guys stand around in the rain for awhile and then go track mud in the S1’s office.  If you can come up with a reason to get that prick out in the rain himself make it happened.  You know the drill, just like we train every year.  I’ll be in my office."

With that he slammed his door.  I could still hear him mumbling to himself through the door with an occasional, "Ten Years!" stuck in.

The trinity…

I sit here sated, tired, happy. I reek of the trinity. Tonight we had what I tried very hard to keep from becoming a party. A party is a collection of people “having a good time” with a purpose. A party is also tense. There are social rules that have to be met. There is stress…

A “get together” is several people just hanging out cooking, eating, enjoying. Tonight was a get together. The cajun trinity is bell peppers, celery and onions. They impart a taste to food individually that is generally good. In combination they create food that can only be obtained in heaven… or the deep south. The smell of those three ingredients evades description. It is steam rising from a pot of Gumbo. It is Red Beans and Rice cooked to perfection. It is all that is good in the world cooked to tenderness and served to friends. It is the smell of woodsmoke and propane on a cold evening. It is

Cooking Gumbo on the Patio
Cooking Gumbo on the Patio
love as you experienced it for the first time. It is a rich, nutty aroma that fills your lungs, fills your soul, fills your heart with happiness. It is a time to miss friends who should be there. It is… It is home.

The theory is that when God was through creating heaven he used the leftovers to create Louisiana. When he was through with Louisiana he created the cajun trinity for people in Louisiana to cook with.

Tonight we had Gumbo. Tonight we had Red Beans and Rice. Tonight we had friends trading stories around a fire on the patio on a too cold night. Tonight we had perfection… My clothes still smell of gumbo and wood smoke. I’m not sure I want to change.

Handguns for Ladies … Pick One…

 

Update, 1/23/2012: These posts get a LOT of hits from folks which is really cool. If you have questions or comments please feel free to post them as a comment below and I’ll do what I can to answer quickly.

One other quick note. If you’re interested in handguns for ladies there a couple of video channels that you want to check out. There are many but a couple that are really fun are these two:

Heather Lacroix:
Heather does lots of fun videos and a few reviews as well. I mostly like this because she’s from area of the country where I grew up so it’s fun to listen to the accents.

She has a couple of different streams on Youtube that tend to be targeted at men but if you’re a woman and want to see that women really can shoot this girl’s got it going on :

http://www.youtube.com/user/HeathersVlogs
http://www.youtube.com/user/Jeff3230
Here’s a great overview video:
http://youtu.be/WrX7q-a9b2M
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Heather-Lacroix/183081175038375

FateOfDestiny: http://youtu.be/7GdpvaoNGpk
Destiny is a little camera shy but she shoots really well and has a LOT of videos about shooting for women that are, essentially, training videos. She also does fun stuff and reviews.

She’s also on Facebook here:
http://www.facebook.com/fate.of.destinee

 

Standard Disclaimers Apply. Particularly:

First, I’m not a police officer and never have been. My experience is based on working at a gun range for several years during college, some time in the military and that’s about it. Second, I’m not a professional shooter. I just have guns and know how to use them. The range that I worked at wasn’t a “fly-by-night” operation. This was a professional, state sanctioned public facility. Local Law Enforcement trained and were tested there. The Rangemaster was a well loved and respected member of the small-town society and was regularly invited to comment on topics by the local media. I’ll probably write an entire post about him sometime but that’ll be a tough one. Third, I’m not a lawyer in any state… especially yours. This just reflects the prevailing legislation in a particular state of the union about 15 years ago. Many of the theories still apply but don’t call me to throw your bail.

One of the questions that we got a lot during these classes was, "What gun should I buy?" The answer is a tough one because it’s different for everyone but the general answer is, "Buy the biggest gun that you can handle safely and fire comfortably". There are two parts to that answer and both of them are important.

Most people have been mislead into thinking that handguns are very light. They’re not. Even a small gun can have considerable empty weight. They are made out of steel (as a general rule) and steel aint light. When you add the additional weight of the cartridges (bullets) they can get unwieldy. Since the general idea is to wield a gun in self defense an unwieldy weapon is, by definition, useless. The actual weapon that you choose is really based on your size and strength. You CAN learn to shoot a handgun (even to shoot it well) that is too large for you but in a self defense situation where microseconds count you don’t want to be slowed down by having too big of a gun. Thus the thought "as big as you can handle"

There are different viewpoints on this. If your attacker is a crack (or more likely meth) addled addict they may not be affected by the shock and pain of being shot. Since the brain refuses to function and respond to being shot properly in these situations the only alternative is to cause enough damage to cause the body to cease to function. There are two ways to do that. Make very big holes and cause lots of damage or cause more limited damage to critical areas. The first is accomplished through the use of large caliber rounds. The second can be accomplished with something as small as a .22. What you want is somewhere in the middle. You want to cause as much damage as possible but to do that you have to be able to hit what you’re shooting at. If you are missing your target because the gun is too heavy or the recoil is too great then you’re just making noise. Which covers the "and fire comfortably" part.

I’m going to get into generalities here. As you learn to shoot properly you can learn to use larger guns. Women who have been shooting for a long time have trained into themselves the arm and shoulder strength to use heavier firearms. They also learn "leverage tricks" that you get from being intimately familiar with any task. Even something as mundane as swinging a sledgehammer becomes easier as you gain practice not necessarily because you gain strength but because you learn where and how to hold it to get the most effect. The same applies. However, "in general" and "in my opinion" (see the disclaimer again.. 🙂 ) the .38 Special is the best compromise for most women. It is light enough to wield effectively and uses a heavy enough bullet to cause significant damage. Women for whom this gun feels too light can try the .357 Magnum or even move up to .44 caliber guns but there are many men who can’t handle those effectively. Of course, there are women who can kick most mens ass and therein lies the problem with generalities. For the purposes of this post, let’s just assume that the .38 Special is a good starter gun (which interestingly makes it a good finisher gun too.)

The .38 Special was the standard service revolver for most police agencies for over 70 years. It is the SAME caliber as a .357 magnum. That means bullet and cartridge diameters are the same. The difference is in the length of the round. The longer .357Magnum can hold more powder and gains more power from that. This also increases recoil considerably and the internal pressures created by this extra powder requires that the gun be built heavier. The absolute best way to determine what works for any particular person is to try them. Many gun ranges will allow you pay one fee and rent several different guns. It’s best to go with a competent instructor and have them teach you to shoot each type of weapon properly. Once you’ve done that it will quickly become apparent which you prefer.

Don’t get caught up in the "bigger is better" mindset. Both sides of the equation apply equally. If a .38 Special is too large for you try something smaller. These are all generalities. There are hundreds of combinations of size and weight out there. There are calibers from 9mm’s and 10mm weapons to .40 caliber (which can have less recoil than a .38 even) all the way up to .50 caliber monsters. Essentially, the .38 Special and .357 Magnum are just good solid platforms to build on. If someone asks, "which is best for me" that’s the answer I give but they may not be best. Try them out and come to your own conclusions but most importantly, try them correctly. Get training and ask your instructor to help you choose.

Handguns for Ladies… continued

Update, 1/23/2012: These posts get a LOT of hits from folks which is really cool. If you have questions or comments please feel free to post them as a comment below and I’ll do what I can to answer quickly.

One other quick note. If you’re interested in handguns for ladies there a couple of video channels that you want to check out. There are many but a couple that are really fun are these two:

Heather Lacroix:
Heather does lots of fun videos and a few reviews as well. I mostly like this because she’s from area of the country where I grew up so it’s fun to listen to the accents.

She has a couple of different streams on Youtube that tend to be targeted at men but if you’re a woman and want to see that women really can shoot this girl’s got it going on :

http://www.youtube.com/user/HeathersVlogs
http://www.youtube.com/user/Jeff3230
Here’s a great overview video:
http://youtu.be/WrX7q-a9b2M
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Heather-Lacroix/183081175038375

FateOfDestiny: http://youtu.be/7GdpvaoNGpk
Destiny is a little camera shy but she shoots really well and has a LOT of videos about shooting for women that are, essentially, training videos. She also does fun stuff and reviews.

She’s also on Facebook here:
http://www.facebook.com/fate.of.destinee

 

I started my post yesterday with the following disclaimer:

First, I’m not a police officer and never have been. My experience is based on working at a gun range for several years during college, some time in the military and that’s about it. Second, I’m not a professional shooter. I just have guns and know how to use them. The range that I worked at wasn’t a “fly-by-night” operation. This was a professional, state sanctioned public facility. Local Law Enforcement trained and were tested there. The Rangemaster was a well loved and respected member of the small-town society and was regularly invited to comment on topics by the local media. I’ll probably write an entire post about him sometime but that’ll be a tough one. Third, I’m not a lawyer in any state… especially yours. This just reflects the prevailing legislation in a particular state of the union about 15 years ago. Many of the theories still apply but don’t call me to throw your bail.

I haven’t changed history in the last 24 hours so… it still applies.

When teaching the "Handguns for Ladies" course we encouraged people to bring whatever self defense weapon that they had. Part of the course included free instruction and range time. We would take each lady and teach her to shoot whatever she brought. If they didn’t have a gun they were free to borrow one from one of the other class members or use one of the "range guns".

There were always people around the range. It was just a cool place to hang out and we welcomed the company most days. We would often have some burly redneck see the notices for "Handguns for Ladies" classes and say, "Oh man, chicks with guns… I’ll have to remember not to come to the range that day" then they’d all giggle like little girls. The Rangemaster never gave them any slack with this. He’d say, "Joe, there on the wall are the targets from the last class of ladies. If you can match any one of them with that .45 that you carry around I’ll give you an hour free on the range." Joe Redneck would look at the targets for a minute and just shake his head. Sometimes, he would argue that the Rangemaster was pulling a fast one. Sometimes, he would try to win the bet and, honestly, a few of them managed to win out on it but those were rare.

Here’s the news, a woman with a handgun is bloody damned scary. I’ve seen police officers under qualification miss a full sized silhouette target at 3 meters… repeatedly. I’ve also seen women that have never fired any type of gun before fire 3 inch groups at 25 yards with a .38 Special and only 30 minutes of instruction.

I don’t blush when I say that we were good instructors because it’s something that I can prove but these skills went beyond that. Mostly, it came down to primacy. The Ladies, for the most part, had never shot a gun. Any gun. They were nervous to start with and we spent two hours telling them how very dangerous guns are so when we gave them instruction they listened. A male tends to have preconceived notions about how things are done. Even if they try to follow our instructions they would often get it wrong or, more likely, would listen to half of our instruction and then do the rest of it the way they were taught (or learned on their own) originally. The guys would wait impatiently for us to get through and then blast away. The women would listen carefully and ask questions. They would attempt to demonstrate what we were teaching them and ask for feed back. "Am I doing it right? Do I hold it like this… or like this?. Are my feet far enough apart?" They would carefully configure themselves into the stance that we taught and aim carefully. They would squeeze the rounds off just like we instructed and would continue in that way. They could consistently outshoot anyone on the range. I have always been amazed at what good instruction could do. I have been shocked by what someone dedicated to learning something the right way could do. It’s something that I’ve tried to remember and emulate when I’m learning new tasks… I’m not always as successful as they were.

So, laugh at the idea of "chicks with guns" if you like… just ensure that you’re at more than the maximum range of the weapon when you do it. You’ve been warned.