Category Archives: Blogosphere

The Obama Curse

Everything this guy touches, or endorses, turns to you-know-what. For instance? The Libyan rebels.

Girl with guns: Rule 5

Danica, from the gallery of Oleg Volk.

Global warming

“Never have so few fooled so many for so long, ever.” — Ninad D. Sheth

Via Soylent Green

Reprise: Thousand-squid packs ravage Mexicans

Times are getting tougher down on the west coast of Mexico where “killer giant squid are not only devouring vast amounts of fish they have even started attacking humans.”

And two Mexican fishermen recently paid the price “dragged from their boats and chewed so badly that their bodies could not be identified even by their own families.”

(No wonder their peasants are crowding our southern border.)

All in all, I greatly prefer visions of Our Lady of Guadalupe in a tortilla. Lots more peaceful.

Via Instapundit.

All’s well in Israel

I’m still jet-lagged, which means I yawn all day, but am trying to stick to Snoopy’s advice of not taking naps and waiting until 10 p.m. to go to bed.

A world traveler himself, he says the jet lag may linger until I’m ready to go home. I hope not, but if so, I’ll deal with it.

Weather here is mild, chilly nights, warmish days. Forecast is for warming into the 80s by Monday or so.

I managed to get sunburned yesterday at Caesarea, north of Tel Aviv, beside the Mediterranean surf. Interesting Roman, Byzantine, Arab, and Crusader ruins. Lots of Russian, Canadian and Japanese tourists. Snoop says there are fewer non-Jewish American tourists these days because of what Israelis call “the situation,” which speaks for itself. Though most of the country is peaceful and very green this time of year.

So far we have been to Ben-Gurion’s desert home at Kibbutz Sde Boker, in the Negev, where it actually rained while we were there, for a wonder. Rainfall there averages a little better than an inch a year. Lots of vineyards, however. Grapes grow well there.

Then yesterday, after Caesarea, Snoop’s connections (he is a physicist, his wife is a chemist) got us a tour of the Weizmann Institute, which does basic scientific research in a variety of fields. We saw the Weizvac, Israel’s first computer, which ran on vacuum tubes, and its successor, the smaller but more powerful Golem, built two years before the discovery of the transistor, which led to where we are today—posting travelogues on the Web.

Today we’re off to the Diaspora Museum in Tel Aviv, to try to get a handle on a possible Portuguese Jewish ancestor of mine, and later, sightseeing in the port city of Jaffa. Tomorrow a longer drive to the Golan Heights, stopping along the way at Tiberias and Safed, near the Kinneret (Sea of Galilee), for some old synagogues I want to see.

Once I figure out how to download some photos onto this little Dell netbook of mine (assuming it has enough memory) I’ll try to post a picture.

Reprise: VN vet understatement

“I’ve passed the memorial in D.C. but never visited. More often I pass the one in NYC, but there too I avoid it.  It’s my way of remembering I guess.”

–Anonymous

Leaving on a jet plane

Takeoff is at roughly 6:30 this morning for the first (three-hour) leg of my thirteen-hour flight to Israel. I’m looking forward to the visit, despite the ongoing onslaught of rockets, mortars and deadly bus bombs from Israel’s alleged “peace partners” of the pathetic “peace process.”

But I’m not a good air traveler. I plan to sleep most of the way or keep my nose in the Kindle until the battery gives out. Then, if the electric plug at the seat doesn’t work for a recharge, I’ll switch to a paperback.

For once I may take interior photos of the aircraft, assuming that’s allowed anymore. I’ll find out. Fortunately, it will not be the usual cattle car, or aluminum cigar, I’m used to, but a wide-body Boeing 777-200. It seats nine abreast in economy with two aisles.

Still a two-holer, however, which seems awfully bold for such a long flight over an ocean. The first time I flew east over the Atlantic (or any ocean for that matter) was in 1950 when I was six years old. The aircraft was a four-engine Air Force C-54 Skymaster, with my pilot father on the flight deck. The second time was in 1961 aboard a Boeing 707 commercial jet, but it also had four engines.

So I’ll try to keep my mind on other things beside those two big kerosene burners out there, only one on each of the 777’s slender wings. Until I get to Tel Aviv and meet my good pen friend Snoopy-the-Goon in the arrivals hall.

I’ll do customs in English, so there’s no slipups. Then I ‘ll try out my new Hebrew language pronunciation on Snoopy and live with his groans and make the necessary corrections. I’ll email Mr. B. and Mrs. C. so they know all is okay. Who knows? I may even post a few things here at the Scribbler from Yerushalayim, Masada, or the Golan, when I have a minute. Certrainly will as the week goes on.

Otherwise, I’ll be taking a break here (except for reprising some oldies but goodies) until early April when I return to what Gen. Robert E. Lee once called the Paradise of the Texans. Have a nice spring. Hope the wildflowers are abundant where you are. Shalom and adios.