Wednesday, December 28, 2005

It's a Red-Letter Day

(or at least a round-numbers day) The blog just had its 7,500th page view, and it's five visits away from its 3000th visit. Who will be the 3000th visitor? (No, there's no prize this time, though who knows what might happen when we hit, say, 5000?)

The 7500th page viewer appears to have been . . . Caleb. That's a guess since it doesn't actually show the page view numbers, but somebody from Ithaca using made visit number 2994 with two page views, and I think the second page view was #7500. Who else could it be but Caleb??

Maybe sometime I will figure out how to post a visit counter on the blog itself so that people can watch the visit numbers mount up.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Christmas Contest!

We were going to forego a Christmas contest this year, but have decided to succumb to the pressure from certain quarters. This year's contest is a guess-the-number-of-hay-bales contest. What does hay have to do with Christmas, you ask. Well, the Baby Jesus was born in a manger. Around here, we put hay in mangers. Voila! A connection!

All you have to do is guess how many hay bales are in a section of our hay mow. If you are the closest, you win $25. Yes, that's right, twenty-FIVE dollars. There is no penalty for going over or under. Just be the closest. Unfortunately, it will take three to four months to determine the precise number of bales, as that is how long it will take me to feed them out. I will count every one and provide periodic updates. Ready?

Starting in the NW corner of the barn the section with this particular hay runs 36' along the west wall to the SW corner. It turns 90 degrees and runs along the south wall 16'. It turns 90 degrees and runs 10' in a northerly direction, and turns 90 degrees and runs 8' in an easterly direction to a post. It then runs 16' in a northerly direction to another post, turns 90 degrees, and runs 12' westerly to another post. It then turns 90 degrees and runs 10' northerly to the north wall of the barn. Lastly it turns 90 degrees and runs 12' along the north wall to the NW corner where it started. The average height of the hay is (very) approximately 10', with the peak height being about 14'. A hay bale measures 14" by18" by a short 3', with plenty of variation in dimension and shape.

Please note that not all 90 degree turns are in the same direction. If you diagram it, it will look like a large rectangle with two smaller rectangles removed from two corners. Also, some of the hay is "stacked" and some is not. Stacked hay packs more bales in the same space as unstacked hay. There is a small amount of loose hay under the bales. It is mostly insignificant except in an area right under the mow conveyor where it might displace a dozen or so bales.

Some pictures are provided for perspective. I'll gladly clarify anything that needs clarification.

Deadline for entries is 1/1/06 at 0000.

The post on the right is the second post in the description. The bales in the left foreground are not in the pile.

The post on the left is the second post in the description. The post beyond it is the third.

The post on the right is the first post in the description.

The first post.

The first post again.

Christmas on the Farm

Lily rides the 4-wheeler!

Trevor and Alex in the sunshine

Makes you feel warmer just to look at it, doesn't it?

It's Okay, We Got Even.

Red Sox sign John Flaherty!

Lileks' description of an all-too-familiar experience

Have to pick up Child™ from school. I leave early, because I assume – quite naturally – that if I am one minute late Hannibal Lecter will chloroform and kidnap my precious child. I hop in the car, hit the garage door button, turn on the radio, buckle up, check the rear-view mirror – blue sky. All systems go. Put the car in reverse, and JONK

All systems stop. That’s really the only term that sums up the sound of a vehicle slamming into a garage door: JONK. I get out. The door stuck 7/8ths of the way up. It cannot be budged. Wishing to compound my stupidity, I push the button again; the motor screams, smokes and dies. Let’s recap! I’ve busted the door, bent the rails, dented my hatchback, and destroyed the opener! Huzzah! Let’s complete the festivities by setting my hair on fire with hundred dollar bills! A repairman was summoned, and managed to exude bemused contempt waves without speaking; if you’d held up an Etch-A-Sketch behind his head, the words YOU FREAKIN’ IDIOT would have appeared on the screen.

What’s worse: I did this before. Last December. It’s a new tradition! All sing: Barreling barreling through the door, Christmas time is coming. Barreling barreling one time more, Christmas time is coming. Dredge ye out the pages Yellow / cut a check to workman fellow/ Ding dong ding dong . . . LECTER HAS YOUR DAUGHTER.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Friday, December 16, 2005

My Favorite Player: The Consummate Professional

Bill Mueller Signs With the Dodgers.

Ice storm!!!

Yesterday we got freezing rain for a good 4 hours. When it was done, Geneseo was covered in a pretty thick sheet of ice. I was in my calc final while this was going on, so I forgot how slippery it had gotten, and I took one step outside and fell down the stairs. Luckily no one saw. Phew.
It was a riot though. Walking home I saw this guy who I guess had no tred on his shoes, he was skating down cardiac hill. You could hear screams all around as people fell. Looking around I saw 3 or 4 people fall at once. It was pretty funny.


Thursday, December 15, 2005


To the troops, the Iraqi people, W. For the vision and the execution. For ignoring polls. For having guts. There is a long way to go, but celebrate this victory. It is, truly, astonishing.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Which House are You In?

Don the Sorting Hat to find out!

James Lileks is a Long-Lost Murphy!

From his entry this morning: " . . . that means I must turn in 12 columns next week. Sounds ridiculous? I suppose. But this means I will withhold crucial material, like Friday’s mishap (backed the car into the garage door again) and Saturday’s disaster . . . "

Sunday, December 11, 2005

John Lennon

I simply cannot understand the deification of this guy. Yes, he penned some of the most beautiful songs ever written when he was teamed with Paul. Once they split up, neither ever came close to their previous united glory. Still, "Imagine" is widely regarded as one of the greatest "rock" songs ever, which just makes me want to puke. It is insipid musically and lyrically. The melody is without any grace, and the lyrics are childish. I reproduce them here for your pleasure:


Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possessions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

Written by: John Lennon© Bag productions inc.

" I hope someday you'll join us..."

Oh, right, John. You're living without possessions? I don't think so.

Most of Lennon's life looks to me like one big thumb-sucking, navel-contemplating love-in with himself.

Friday, December 09, 2005


Favorite Neil Young Lyrics

Old man look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through.


Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head

[I'll say.]

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Panda's cousins in China

Here are some baby pandas in day care at the Wolong Panda Breeding Center in China. Panda wants to know when he can go see them. I want to go, too!

Global Warming Caused By Declining Pirate Population!

The proof's right here. Dad will be so pleased!

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Luke's 18!

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday, dear Luke,
Happy birthday to you!


1:44 Easy Level Sudoku!!!

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Well said, Bill.

"If people are getting that upset over a name, maybe they ought to re-examine their out-takes on life, you know?"

-"Bill," the man on the street, when asked by News Channel 9 whether Syracuse's tree should be a "Christmas Tree" or a "Holiday Tree."