Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Northeast Bat Die-Off

White fungus growing around the mouths of bats


Unprecedented Northeast Bat Die-off Spreading Rapidly
Insects Expected to Increase

Personal Note: I listened to Linda’s interview online about this and these bats had a ring of fungus around their mouths. Scientists are extremely worried about this die-off as it’s occurring worldwide. They don’t know if it’s the fungus that’s killing them off or whether the fungus is a secondary infection caused by some kind of immune suppressant.

http://www.earthfiles.com/news.php?ID=1529&category=Environment

Monday, March 9, 2009

Bananas Gone Bad ~ Live Sessions 2008

Welcome to the live sessions we recorded while onboard our sailboat. We are jamming with a dear friend from the North Shore of Oahu. His name is Jerry Merils ~ songwriter, guitar player and primo vocalist.
Ron Tiernay is on drums and vocals and works with me on sound.
I play bass, guitar, keyboards, mediocre vocals and sound



Saturday, March 7, 2009

This Will Make the Guys go "EEeeewww"




Jugum Penis, United Kingdom, 1880-1920


Guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes, this device was intended as a treatment for "nocturnal incontinence" and to prevent masturbation. It was designed to deter nighttime emissions by causing enough pain to waken the sleeper if an erection threatened.




Anti-masturbation device, United Kingdom, 1871-1930


Worn beneath the clothes, this device was hooked onto a waistband and covered the penis and testicles.


Sunday, March 1, 2009

Bananas Gone Bad ~ MySpace

I've uploaded four tunes onto our new Myspace page. Ron's family's been asking to hear what we've recorded (to date) so I put them up despite the fact they're not finished. They're uncompressed on the lower end so headphones may be a better way to listen instead of computer speakers. Don't want to blow those little buggers on ya...

www.myspace.com/bananasgonebad

If you have a myspace page, please invite me. I'm lonely...only a few friends so far (including Tom) LOL!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Friday Musings about Nothing Much...








This is a percipitation/temperature gradient of what's hitting the Hawaiian Islands. It's coming straight down from Alaska. Pretty rare...

It’s Friday! Since we haven’t been living our lives around a schedule, remembering what day it is has its challenges. Not complaining…just sayin’. It'll change soon enough.

Becky from the Pirate Coast magazine wrote and, after four years, is still after me to do an article about my dad. I don’t know what it is. I love to write. I’m not a good writer but I don’t care anymore. Such as it is with music – I don’t care if I don’t sound like Joss Stone. At my age, I’ve figured that it’s "doing it"and not always acquiring that “goal of perfection” you’ve set for yourself. One could find oneself "void" of any talent if you freeze up because you think “It sounds horrible” or “I can’t believe I just wrote that”. Yet, when it comes to dad…words just don’t come for me. Not even bad ones. Not yet, anyway.

I just read an article on Tony Hubble’s site about a soldier who escorts another soldier home ~ in a flag draped casket. The story wasn’t necessarily about our fallen brother, himself…but rather how he affected the people around him.
As the escorting officer accompanied the fallen soldier to the gravesite he wrote (regarding the moving casket):
“…I felt that, as long as he was still moving, he was somehow still alive.”
I guess I believe dad’s still moving…


Last night, we watched Horton Hears a Who! It was good to hear Ron chuckle and, I have to say, was a funny DVD. We needed it. I’m the one in charge of ordering Netflix movies. There are times when Ron rolls his eyes but our mutual agreement is that we watch what the other likes. I can only watch “blow em, crash em or shoot em” up movies for so long and he can only watch comedy, romance or science fiction movies for so long. Both of us liked Horton.


I hope you have a delightful weekend. I’ve included an opinion piece from the Kauai Garden Isle News regarding Urban Cheeekins. I thought it was a cute perspective on the issue:
Jen

The Garden Island - Cock-a-doodle-doo


I believe it was Hamlet who speaketh “To eradicate the chicken or not to eradicate the chicken, that is the question.”(Perhaps he did not.) Anyway, isn’t it a valid question, worthy of debate?

There are piecemeal solutions: with a humane rooster trap, an area can eventually be cleared of chickens (if emptying your trap of doves and java sparrows doesn’t wear you down).But once a void in a biosphere occurs, roosters and their harems would consider such an area as prime real estate and migrate to it. There are businesses that have come into being to rid us of noisy, disease carrying, environmentally degrading, noisy, noisy roosters.

But unless the county organizes an island-wide eradication program, the rooster will rule.Now I realize there are some rooster positives as well: fertilized, free-range, organic eggs without growth hormones and other potentially harmful chemicals; a source of organic meat without much fat (a bit thinner than the Costco chicken-on-a-spit); a natural and, for some, a pleasant wake-up call; and for those who are inclined, an outlet to satisfy one’s bloodlust and betting on the outcome of the illicit cockfight.

Most people would not much mind if the roosters disappeared; as a matter of fact, block parties would erupt in celebration. Stamp out the tyrannical rooster! Perhaps then we can enjoy a good night’s sleep.

But the other day, coming home from Big Save, I stopped in time — as did the large-tired truck coming toward me — to allow a clucking hen and a dozen chicks to pass.

Charles Cushman, Koloa
http://www.kauaiworld.com/articles/2009/02/26/opinion/letters_to_the_editor/doc49a632669e516992304869.txt

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Our Own Revolution

Last night, the police hauled away a guy from our marina. They arrived in full SWAT force and dozens of police officers. This fellow, Mark, called Ron an hour or so before the police came. Whenever Mark’s in an agitated state, he calls here. Ron talked to him for about a half hour but, apparently, didn’t calm Mark’s anger. Believe me, both Ron and I appreciate many of the perspectives that Mark is so passionate about.

He served his country, which resulted in a lifetime of physical pain due to his injuries. He attends every meeting that concerns this marina, is an active participant in local government and can quote the Constitution at the drop of a hat. He’s an angry man. He’s mad at our Federal and the State governments for a multitude of reasons…many of which might ring a bell in each of us…

Now, I’ll admit that Mark is rather irritating. He’s combative, cranky as hell and does not listen or play well with others. And…sometimes, I’m just not up to his anger. He lays it on me like an oppressive, invisible blanket ~ smothering me until I just have to walk away. But, deep in heart of hearts, Mark’s mostly right about things. His pain and his anger are just the outward appearance of a frustrated soul ~ the message is still righteous no matter how badly promoted it is.

But last night, Mark broke that frail piece of thread that held him together. Something happened. They pulled him off of his sailboat and took him away.

I’m writing about this because I know how frustrated EVERYONE is. Your message is righteous. You are right! The system is failing – crumbling. I don’t think there is much we can do about it or it would have happened. I know we express our thoughts in the written word and, somehow, it’s a release for most of us. I’ve learned to let Ron yell at the television and radio. It’s his way of venting. Better he argue with a talking head on teevee or an idiot on the radio then let it boil up like Mark did.

My own revolution is just beginning to to take shape. However vague it is, I sense that it’s not what we’ve been previously doing…it would have worked by now.

Maybe we should let the old ways crumble. The anger and frustration we all feel is righteous and it’s what fueled previous generations to become pioneers…to set out to create their own futures and leave the old ways behind.

We’ve spent our energies throwing blame at the “bad guys” – delivering that invisible blanket of anger to anyone who’d listen or read or comment. What does it accomplish? The previous systems of economics, science, politics and lifestyles deserve to fall under their own weight of selfishness, corruption and greed. Let them go. Don’t feel sad.

Perhaps the way to “ultimate non-violent revolution against a corrupt system” is to not depend ON that system. Somehow, as a country, we need to rise out of the ashes with hopes for the future. Sharing ideas on how to do it is important, I think. Let’s decide to be those pioneers once again and use the initiative and open-mindedness that Americans are so well known for.

The rhetoric is beginning to emerge about revolution. I worry about those who instigate these ideas while all the while working for the bad guys who have various agendas. Yes, we are a far cry from the Constitution that our forefathers created…but don’t let the emotional fervor get you hauled away in a police car. Learn to fight the battles we can win…quietly and peacefully by making certain institutions and bureaucracies irrelevant in our daily lives.

Turn off the teevee for one! Start sharing ideas at a grassroots level to create community gardens, barter systems and networks to help one another. Form networks of like-minded individuals. If the economic system falters and brings us into the 1860 financial level that economists have warned about, let’s be innovators and leaders in our community. If we are lucky to pull out of our economic chaos, none of us will be made less for it. It will have only made us better individuals. What say you?

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Swamp Rabbit Recipe for Doug (Tantra)

Muskrat Fricassee ~

Don't laugh...When I was a little girl, my brother would trap Muskrat for their fur. Dad only allowed him to trap as many as we could eat....ugh....

my brother was a pretty good trapper....


Ingredients:
3 Servings
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1 1/2 LB Dressed muskrat - (1 1/2 to 2 lbs)
Water
Salt
1/4 cup Flour
1/4 Tsp Freshly-ground black pepper
1 dash Red pepper
1/4 Tsp Paprika
1/4 cup Bacon fat
1 cup onions, Sliced

Method of Preparation:

Soak muskrat in brine of four cups water and 1 tablespoon, refrigerated, overnight. Drain, rinse thoroughly in fresh water, and drain again. Cut into serving pieces. Shake with flour, 2 teaspoons salt, pepper, red pepper, and paprika to coat well. Brown meat slowly on all sides in bacon fat; add onions and cook until onions are soft. Add 1/2 cup water. Reduce heat, cover, and simmer gently for 20 to 30 minutes, adding more water if needed. Thicken gravy with leftover seasoned flour if desired. This recipe yields 3 to 4 servings. Recipe Source: THE HUNTERS GAME COOKBOOK by Jacqueline E. Knight (c) 1978 Published by Winchester Press, New York, NY Formatted for MasterCook by Joe Comiskey, aka MR MAD - -or- 06-09-1997

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