Minnesota (Alberta, Kansas, Texas, whatever) Doxology.

Shamelessly stolen from a friend.

Praise God from whom all blizzards flow:

Praise Him at 35 below:

Praise Him in snowdrifts 10 feet deep;

Praise Him, though winter makes us weep.

It’s (really) cold.

(Original source: https://kxrb.com/minnesota-doxology-song-about-cold-works-for-south-dakota-too/ )

{How cold is it? I saw a lawyer with his hands in his own pockets!

{Cold enough to freeze the balls off a billiard table!

{Colder than a well-digger’s hip pocket!}

To my Canadian Readers

Once y’all are able to get out and about, would you mind closing the gate? Some of your winter air made a break for it and has taken up residence down here. You don’t have to fetch it home, but I’d appreciate not getting any more of it.

Ditto my readers in Colorado. Fix the [redacted] fence!

Last night was -9 F (-22.7 C). It’s 9 F right now. Tonight will be -1 F. Texas is having rolling black-outs due to the cold (and due to too many wind turbines, but that’s a whine for another day.)

What Congress Can’t Do

Everyone focuses on Article I, Section 8 of the US Constitution. That section lists – at length – what Congress must or can do in terms of regulation and laws. However, Section 9 lists what is off limits. Some of the items are a bit head-scratching today. At the time they commanded a great deal of attention. All are separate from the items described in the first 10 amendments.

Note – I do history, not law per se. I’m certainly not a Constitutional Law professor or specialist. Continue reading

It’s Almost Easy!?!

Last week I was sight-reading some of the choruses in Part II of Handel’s Messiah. There are two that are done fairly often, but more solos from Part II are sung than choruses. In fact, aside from recordings, I have only heard the entire Messiah done once, and that was over twenty years ago. Most people do parts of Part I, then a bit of Part II, and bits of Part III. Continue reading

Don’t Jinx it!

It’s a rule in baseball that you never, ever comment on a no-hitter in progress, because doing so will cause the next batter or the following to make contact with the ball and ruin the no-hitter. Likewise, when giving ride reports in an airplane, you always say, “Smooth so far,” because if you don’t, well, you’ll bounce for the rest of the flight. To speak is to jinx, to bring an end to the good thing in progress. “Well, nothing’s broken yet.” “It’s working OK, so far.” Because the Powers of Luck are always listening and just waiting to ruin your day. Continue reading

Learnedly Familiar

Now available on Amazon.

Missing people, driving teenagers, unicorn-crazy 7 year-olds, retail excitement . . . it’s all too Familiar for Lelia Chan Lestrang and the rest of the gang. Oh, and shedding. Can’t forget shedding.

And gates where no gate should be.

Snow on Demand?

Well, not exactly, but parts of town got power-plant snow, or “industrial snow” yesterday. It’s what happens when something – a factory, power-plant, or the like – produces a lot of steam, and the atmosphere is just right for it to condense into snow flakes rather than becoming clouds alone. Parts of the city got dusted, other parts got enough to make very slick roads, and most of town got nothing.

Borger sees it more often, because of how the town grew around various industrial areas. They also get rain from their plants. Day Job got nothing but low clouds, RedQuarters got a dusting, and parts north and east had roads that were slicker than buttered glass.

We’ve had low clouds and freezing fog for three days now, thanks to some moisture from the southeast and true Arctic air from the north. This weekend is supposed to be the longest prolonged serious cold in several years. Whee. Joy. Water mains breaking, that sort of fun.

It’s 20F, (-4 C) and might break freezing tomorrow. Then we’ll be below freezing until late next week, some of that below 0 F.

Do NOT try to tell me that this is because of global warming. Or Anthropogenic Climate Change. I am not in the mood. My toes are cold, my truck is cold, and my classroom is an icebox (a fresh-air intake empties into my room.)

Book Review: The White Horse

Miles, David. The Land of the White Horse: Visions of England. (London: Thames and Hudson, 2019)

“We’ll run the course/ From Stonehenge up to Uffington,/ On a white chalk horse we’ll ride . . .” So sang the band Uffington Horse. The real thing is not quite as mythical, perhaps. It is world famous, and is set in a very, very old landscape, one where people have been leaving traces for tens of thousands of years. The horse is prehistoric . . . or is it? Continue reading

Rotor and Wave: Do Not Want!

If you are a power plane, that is. If you are a glider, wave can be your long-sought friend.

One of the local weather guessers was pointing to “neat clouds” the other night, and called up a visible satellite image that showed them streaming off of Pikes Peak in Colorado and flowing in a wave-like pattern as far as the Panhandle. Anyone who has flown the Front Range is probably wincing right now, and maybe reaching for the “bag-in-the-back-of-the-seat-pocket.” Continue reading