This ain't rocket science

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Subtitled: Don't let the marketing and sensationalism get to you.

It is said everything we need we already have - just it gets re-discovered.

I was born in 1955 and therefore a Baby Boomer.
Progress and Technology was picking up speed.

We got big contraption that went in the front room, called a TV.
It had rabbit ears, had 3 stations, and the picture was black and white.
I was sorta ticked off about the contraption, as it meant "re arranging the furniture" - again, and it took up room where I played, and my goldfish bowl had to be moved "over there".

The test pattern was a Indian, which did make a neat target for a kid with suction darts in his 1911 looking dart pistol, and his Model 94 looking rifle that shot corks, and his double barrel shotgun that shot corks too.

Sorta neat to play Cowboy & Indians in the house when it was raining...
not so neat at 11pm after sneaking out of bed after the adults had gone to bed.

"Young-Un! Did you sneak out of bed again?" - a voice would say.
<run to bedroom>
"Uh, oh no, I was fast asleep"
<give this a few minutes and then sneak back in to get my guns, hide the evidence>.

About 5:30 am the sound of folks cleaning circles off a TV screen while going "ooch" and "ouch" stepping on corks I missed would be heard.


We had a really good coffee pot, and one used one of the gas burners on the stove to make coffee.
It was pretty neat to listen to it, then see the "perk" in the little glass doo-hickey on top.
Then see the water get darker, then "its ready coffee color".


The man on TV said, "If a lady really cares about her husband and family, they had to have this new coffee maker", he was showing on TV.

Marketing & Sensationalism.
More like Guilt Trip and Conning folks if you ask me.

Still some folks had to have that coffee maker, because they had to show they cared about a husband and family and ...Mr. Jones's wife had one, and we can't have her caring for her husband and kids more than...

This coffee pot used electricity, and one day, the power went out during the night and did not come on in time for breakfast.
Folks had bacon and eggs and even toast they fixed in that gas stove.

No coffee, because they had gotten rid of that "old antiquated" Perk-o-later that worked on a stove top.

But....But, they really cared about their husbands, and family and were just like the Jones'...

Me and mine sorta grinned as grumpy folks shared about this horrific morning...
We had coffee perked on the stove that morning.
Had we been without gas, we would have just fired up the grill outside with wood or maybe even charcoal, and cooked breakfast, including coffee...


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It is said ninety percent of fishing equipment manufactured is designed to catch the wallets of fisher-persons - not fish.

I don't "have to have" a $25,000 bass boat, and a $40,000 SUV to pull it, and fish with a $300 rod and reel, using $25 space age fishing line, tossing out a $15 lure that looks like a mutant , alien, tadpole to catch a fish.

I have caught the limit of 50 crappie, many times, using a cane pole, using braided line, and white buck tail jigs, out of a 14 foot jonboat, we scuttled around using wooden paddles.
We did not even use a Wizard 9.9 motor, nor a Shakespeare trolling motor that had a forward and reverse speed.
We cleaned the 100 crappie total using Case and Rapela fillet knives we free hand sharpened on a Norton combo stone.

Mentor carried a Colt Woodman he had cleaned with Gulf leaded gasoline, blew out with a air hose and lubed with some light oil they used for instruments.

I had a Hi-Standard Sentinel , nine shot revolver I had cleaned using Coleman lantern fuel, blown out with air hose and lubed with some really light oil from a green container a mentor in the Army had.


I am not so sure sometimes if we are progressing backwards instead of progressing forward sometimes.


I never got into black-powder personally for some odd reason, still folks born before my mentors used hot water and soap, to clean guns.
Mentors cleaned black-powder guns this way, and folks still do today.

Humm...


Other thoughts to follow.
 
Hey SM , if you read " Little House In The Big Woods" Laura recounts pa cleaning his muzzle loader W/ boiling water and lubing it W/ hog lard.
ETA She also talks about watching pa mold bullets & how she and Mary burned their fingers on the shiny new lead.
We have a percolator coffe pot too.

But I do like my Hoppe's
 
I actually put off computers as long as I could.
I was sorta forced into it.
You see, I decided to go to college, and the PhD stuck this "email address" on the blackboard, along with this "www." bit .

"Class, your syllabus is at this site and email me by Friday on a class project we have to..."
Young lady sitting next to me is just cracking up.
I knew her and her parents...I am older than her parents.

Now I had hung around this college, I used the library, attended plays, knew staff, PhDs and all...and had played a lot of pool and pin ball in the Rec Room, with Jukeboxes and sometimes local bands playing live.

PhD knew me, and asked the young lady what was so funny ( they were picking on me, my first day in class).

"Well Steve is older than my parents and has never messed with a computer, and he does not know, but is going to find out now, his Rec Room is now a Computer lab, and his old fart butt is going there after class lets out".

They up and took my Rec Room away and stuck these computers in there without my permission.
*sad*, *shocked*

I can run a pool cue, and pin ball machine, this new contraption was...

Welll....we had this paper to do, and for some odd reason the 'puter's went out, and then a storm came through and...

This young lady said "what are we going to do?"

I had a manual typewriter, and carbon paper and my turn to remind her " I am older than your parents".

We did the papers, and we mailed them to the PhD, and ours were turned in early for bonus points.

Just a long holiday weekend or something, I forget , still only 3 of us were on time, and only two were early, this young lady and I.

So while others were frantic, and did not get to enjoy the time off...
I invited the young lady to come dove hunt, where I felled 15 doves with 13 shells from a single shot 20 ga.

That semester that young lady had her parents find a good used manual typewriter to compliment the electric one at home, and a new 20 ga single shot was obtained too.
[obviously this was before everyone had home 'puters, and Internet from home]

*smile*

I still think if we ever figure out how to get postage string to work b/t manual typewriters, we would have better communications with out all the computer viruses and everything else...

We never had soup can phones with postage string ever go on the fritz...*wink*
 
SM, it sounds like we led parallel lives growing up! :) I remember the best Christmas we ever had as kids was when my cousin bought us all suction cup dart guns and we played Army out in the Hatchery room on the farm. I still remember turning a big rolling cart for carrying eggs that went into the incubators into a "tank". We would take our .22's and my Uncle would pay us for shooting sparrows in the barn yard as he said they gave the chickens lice. I can hear the PETA people shrieking in horror in my mind. :p
 
I likes me some shiny new toys, I can't deny it.
Computers or firearms I'm a "gadget geek" for sure.
BUT
I also like things that "just get the job done".

When I first started dating the woman who became my wife I think she wondered at my sanity sometimes. Here I was a techno-geek with a fondness for precision machined firearms...who also collected old oil-burning lanterns and loved simple/minimalist camping/outdoors.

Then she discovered my habit of occasional "no-electric" nights where I would literally turn off the power to almost everything (not the fridge, I'm not crazy enough to waste food) and go "low-tech" reading by lantern light, cooking food on campstoves and so forth.

Somehow she overlooked these quirks and stuck with me and interestingly enough these days if the power goes out our household pretty much continues ticking along with hardly a hiccup.

And we get the added bonus of -REALLY- appreciating the modern conveniences when they come back online.
 
Awesome post...

You know some people go so far as to say that what you described is oppression?

Not with fishing boats and tackle, but with makeup and plastic surgery, and all of that jazz..

How they don't realize it's all the same (marketing schemes for crayons are the same damn thing as they are with firearms, ammo, bulldozers, and daisies.. the flowers..)

The ability to be duped is phenomenal..

Take a break from "THIS IS THE BEST" for a moment, and contemplate what you're looking at.. You have two cell phones infront of you. One is worth 20$, and doesn't do anything cool (READ - Nobody talks about it). No moving parts, just buttons and a screen. Then you have your 350$ slider phone that's paper thin.

Now, which one is "better"? Hmm, well it depends.. If you stick it in a glass case and do nothing with it, the cooler phone might indeed be more interesting to look at in a glass case, but if you're even slightly human, you occasionally get physical no?

Woops, broken phone. The plain one? You gotta try to break it, and who cares if you do.. It's only 20$.

That's my experience anyway. My fiance buys into the hype a lot and buys me a new phone for every birthday. Every single one has met an untimely normal-use death. One even broke IN MY POCKET! The 20$ one I've had for 6 years. The screen is so scratched up I can't read it anymore, and none of the buttons have texture, but it'll still make phonecalls.

I just don't get how people can put so little thought into something, and why, after all these years, people still don't seem to realize in their entirety that just because it says it's the best, doesn't mean it is or ever will be. "The best" is someone's job.. Not the truth.
 
I had a manual typewriter, and carbon paper

Please tell me that people think you are going to destroy the computer keyboard when you type. I'm a full generation younger than you, but probably one of the last of the group that learned on a manual typewriter and had to use it a lot. People I work with complain that I type too loud and hard.:cool:
 
I was involved in a similar discussion on another forum. After some serious thinking, I would be happy if I could live out my days in a world with the technology of about 1965 United States level. Enough science and technology to take the edge off the nasty side of life, but not so much as to over ride everything else.

Too bad we can't put the genie back in the bottle.

In the world of firearms we had really fine double action revolvers, Ruger was making a most excellent single action revolver; the Government Model and the Browning High Power and the Smith & Wesson 39 were in production. Rifles were well represented by Winchester, Remington, Ruger and Savage (in no particular order) and a good number of interesting surplus rifles. The only plastic gun (of any note) was the Nylon 66. Wildcatting was still a valid hobby (okay, I would miss my chronograph and pressure meters.) Life was good.

Before this gets off on the wrong track, I am referring only to technology. I'm not lonesome for the cold war or Jim Crow laws, okay?
 
The electric drip coffee makers do make better (less bitter) coffee than stove top perculators, but they don't work quite so well when the power is out.
 
Some years back I had a job whereby I placed young people with large employers to learn new skills to help them secure employment. Part of my job was to visit employers periodically and check on the young person’s progress.

Anyway I was visiting a large British defence aerospace company and the HR Manager was having difficulty locating the paperwork that I had to check.

Time was running short and I frustratingly remarked ‘this isn’t rocket science’

To which she replied, with her head buried in a filing cabinet – ‘Rocket science we can do … paperwork on the other hand, is another story’

Great come back line:)
 
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To which she replied, with her head buried in a filing cabinet – ‘Rocket science we can do … paperwork on the to her hand, is another story’

Haha! I love the Brit's dry sense of humor!!! :D
 
Funny how with the economy being as it is, some are finding out .22 rim-fire firearms are really "not that bad afterall".

I mean even a good used single shot .22 rifle, or that old H&R , or Hi-Standard revolver that was not a lot of money, is not only a lot of fun, it actually shoots and hits whats aimed at.

Folks want to shoot your "old antiquated pipsqueak gun".

And darn it all, if the shoot one ctg at a time, slowing down, using correct basics of sight use, trigger and all...they hit the tin cans every darn time.

Hey did you folks know if you slowed down when shooting, you hit the targets, and the box of 50 rim fire ctgs last longer than if you hose the rounds and miss the target? -

A person will holler out, with a grin, having fun, that just discovered something for themselves.

"No, really?"
"You don't say?"

Yeah, and policing the brass from these revolvers is a lot easier too!

"Oh heck , darn phooey!"
"Yep it sorta nice when hi-cap plastic guns come out and hosed through and then left, now we gots folks sticking around and having fun"

Wow! Look at my target with a Model 10, all that .22 rim-fire practice must have made me a better shooter!

"Oh hell, now we gonna have folks looking at our good used revolver that come in to the gun store for trade on hi-cap plastic guns"

"Yeah, we are screwed for sure, we shoulda known better to bring the kids and grandkids out during the week, and not on the weekend, notwlook what we up and done".


Grandpa, can I have my gun back now...
Daddy, when is going to be my turn again with my gun?

"Err...just one more, I promise"


*wink*
 
If we do indeed go into a depression of sorts, or even a real one, the folks that can do things with little or nothing will be just fine. It will be the big cats jumping out of windows, just like before. Poor folks (money wise), and used to be poor folks who never forgot, will be just fine.

"A country boy can survive"

Oh yea, my .22's are looking better lately too. ;)
 
Ahhhh, the single, precision, aimed shot.

The thousands upon thousands upon thousands of single, precision, aimed shots.

Reverie: Cuttin' and Pastin'

In college I had an old manual R.C. Allen typewriter and I used to do my papers by hanging a roll of shelf paper from a coathanger up on the wall behind my typing table, feeding it through the platen just like regular paper.

Equipped thereby, I could let my thoughts run freely without interruption by the tawdry detail of changing sheets of paper. Oh, it needed adjusting now and then, but it worked fine. When I was done, I could literally cut and paste (or rather, scotch-tape) this section to another section, and rearrange my thoughts as I had the typed-on paper lying on the floor. The method was quite excellent for block editing in this way.

One day I did a first-draft this way, and when finalized, I typed it all up neat and clean on regular typing paper and dropped it in the prof's slot.

Well, somehow it went missing, and the prof asked me if I had a draft of the paper as proof that I had done the work. I said sure, and got the rolled-up first-draft scroll from my dorm room.

I poked my head in his office and said, did you want to see that draft? He said yes, and I tossed it out across the room, letting it unroll along the floor, about twelve feet's worth.

He laughed like h3ll about it and after he read it, I got a fair grade.

He reckoned that there was no way I could fake a draft like that in the twenty minutes it took for me to get it from the dorm.
 
Steve's not that old really (I'm a few years older.)

I got through undergrad and grad school on a manual typewriter. Being a physics major before the invention of the cheap pocket calculator was not easy. Not only do I still type too loudly, I own a waffle maker made for a kitchen wood stove among other odds and ends I've saved. Now I need a wood stove. One of my grandmothers always cooked on a wood stove. The new electric range was only for canning in the summer when it was too hot to keep the wood stove going all day.

I have all sorts of nearly useless 19th and early-20th century skills I learned as a kid. Churning butter, plowing with a team of horses, curing hams. I'm not saying I'm an expert, but I could get by.

Son of a gun, here's a picture of my waffle iron. It's made to flip over in the ring and the ring fits the hole in the stove top.

47c


http://cgi.ebay.com/Waffle-Maker-Ca...goryZ976QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

Any card players in the room?

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Any one else got a hankering for waffles, with real butter, maple syrup and cured ham on the side?
Oh, I'd like some orange juice made from real oranges "squoze" on a glass juicer too.

*yummy*

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MoOM! With only one small box of shells if you shoot the single shot .22 rifle you get fifty turns, but you only get 10 turns using that other rifle with the five round magazine , gee mom, this ain't rocket science, don't ya know?


*agree with the kid myself*
 
I love old stuff. Old guns, old machine tools, old jazz songs, old boats, my old lady. But... the old days sucked big time, and I'm glad not to have to endure them again... ever:)





Someone pass the B syrup quick, pancakes are gettin cold.
 
Real Vermont Maple syrup will make you throw rocks at Mrs. Butterworth!

Never had the pleasure, but down here in the deep South, that country sorghum syrup "squoze" (as Steve says) by a mule pulling a syrup mill grinding sorghum would sure get you to eatin' catshead biscuits in a hurry! :)
 
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