Wednesday, December 28, 2022

2022 Summary of our Year: Jane and John Grimsrud

 

2022 Summary of our Year: Jane and John Grimsrud

In 2022 Jane and I were fully vaccinated. We used face masks, not chin warmers, and avoided indoor restaurants, buses, and crowded group gatherings.

By May the virus had diminished, and we took a luxury first class bus to Playa del Carmen on the Caribbean Sea coast to visit our daughter Grisel, and to see her new home, and meet her husband Juan.

We had an outstandingly good time. Briny breezes made the temperatures salubrious. For one week we didn't use the air conditioner or even turn on a fan.


Returning to Mérida we went on a first class direct, not luxury. Six passengers on the bus were maskless: We both got sick.

Regarding the virus: As spring approached, deaths in the US diminished to 1,000 per day and then down to nearly 400 per day as the weather warmed.

With the very best lawyers and lobbyists that money could buy the airline industry got face mask and vaccination mandates removed. This is exactly what the tobacco industry had done for forty years.

It was obvious to me that an out of control health conundrum would soon be ready to explode.

Deniers of face mask, vaccination, and social distancing have successfully drawn out this pandemic that generated numerous new variants.

As fall turned to winter the day of reckoning has arrived.

Now a very contagious super variant with no vaccine available is with us.

Our home town of Mérida now has nearly two million people and far too much traffic.

On brighter side, near our ecological jungle garden home and sanctuary, we have found some great restaurants. We also know lots of places not to eat.

We have a world class sea food market near our home that is as good as we have ever found anywhere. We are happy.

Your old adventuresome friends,

John and Jane Grimsrud

Remember travel while you can




Photo May 2022: Bing, Grisel, Juan, and Jane

Dead in the Water by Matthew Campbell and Kit Chellel - Book Review


Five Stars

Dead in the Water: A True Story of Hijacking, Murder, and a Global Maritime Conspiracy by Matthew Campbell and Kit Chellel

This book is an eye opening look into high crime of all types carried out with unconscionable impunity by criminals who will never get enough. This true and frightening story is now an ongoing mega business. The book is worthy of more than five stars.

EXCERPTS:

More than 11,000 oil tankers ply the sea-lanes, ranging from modest barges to so-called VLCCs, or very large crude carriers, as long as the Chrysler Building is tall. The tankers share the ocean with another 5,300 container ships, the greatest of which are even larger than the biggest tankers, with capacity for tens of thousands of standardized steel boxes. The large-scale adoption of the shipping container in the 1960s revolutionized the industry, drastically reducing the time and money required to move products across vast distances. Along with larger tankers, such ships catalyzed explosive growth: in 2019, the total volume of goods loaded onto ships worldwide, oil included, exceeded 11 billion metric tons, more than four times the figure in 1970.

Lawbreakers tended to share one overriding desire: to get their funds into safe, legitimate assets, preferably in Western countries with strong protections for private property.

The existence of a “scum market,” a community of experienced fraudsters who, for the right price, could cause a shipwreck or manufacture a fictitious insurance claim. Allegedly, the players in the scum market had underworld contacts powerful enough to have judges killed.

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Tuesday, December 20, 2022

December 20, 2022: Our 53rd Wedding Anniversary



 

December 20, 2022: Our 53rd wedding anniversary.

I married my very best friend. She makes me happy and is so much fun with her extraordinary Swedish cynical humor.

Our third anniversary in 1972 was celebrated in St. Augustine, Florida, aboard our dream boat Dursmirg. That anniversary we also celebrated the completion of its maiden voyage and consummation of our five year building and escape plans. To complete our plan we had worked nights and weekends while going to night school three times a week and employed full time. A very aggressive time table left very little time for extra curricular activities.

We were asked if we had any regrets and I answered; “That we didn’t leave sooner.” Our friends claimed that we were workaholics and would never be able so slow down.

We proved them wrong in six months of dedicated effort.

We were also asked how we got so nice a big boat, and my stock answer was we got it for free.

So how did you get it for free?}

I said: “We didn’t watch TV for five years”.

Our new life was greater than our wildest expectations.

Now we are also celebrating our 50th anniversary of that five year plan that marked a monumental and positive turning point in our lives.

This is not the shortest day of the year but the longest night and marks the first day of winter.

Now the good news. Going forward the days will begin to get longer.

Where we now live in tropical Yucatán twilight passes faster than the blink of the eye and there is no snow here at 21 degrees north latitude.

I didn’t start living until I met Jane. She makes me so happy and is so much fun to be with.

I am such a lucky man to have such a loving and trusted wife.

I love my Jane just as she is, 100% natural spiced with cynical humor and with her magical attribute I adore...creativity.

Jane, you still make me happier than anybody in the whole wide world.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make happy when skies are gray.

Your ever loving Bing


Saturday, December 17, 2022

 

Sailing to St. Augustine: Travels of Dursmirg by John M. Grimsrud

I consider this book of adventures, laced with history and delivered with humor my best. It explains how we got to St. Augustine, people we encountered, and how they impacted and steered our destiny. Stormy financial conditions forced us to embark on investments that enabled us to use runaway inflation to our advantage. Our adventurous end games led us to new fun filling educational horizons that made our lives rewarding, fulfilled and memorable. We were totally surprised, amazed and gladdened at our destination.

EXCERPTS:

On June 22, 1972, after five years of dedicated effort, our home designed and built Dursmirg was launched. The television and radio stations plus 2000 spectators turned out to witness the sinking— some may have been disappointed.

My wife Jane and I designed and built our dreamboat, sailed away, and lived with nature, out of the sea and off the land for fifteen glorious years— mission accomplished.

For four months we had been traveling through the waterways of America, pushing east and then south all the time. It was an enchanting journey, and in more than one place we felt the temptation to stay, but there was always the thought of Florida driving us on.

December 20, 1972, Jane and I opened a bottle of Champagne that we carried on our maiden voyage from Superior, Wisconsin. We celebrated the successful completion of our five year boat building project, it was our third wedding anniversary, and our triumphant arrival in Florida. Our team of two pulled together to make it happen. We didn’t watch TV for five years and exchanged that time to build our dreamboat and learn the trades required for our escape while we still had our exuberant youth.

If you didn’t need to make any money, had a sailboat to live aboard, a bicycle to ride, and knew how to live out of the river, it was a terrific time to be in St. Augustine, and we were there.


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River of the Gods by Candice Millard - Five Star Book Review


Book Review - Five Stars

River of the Gods by Candice Millard

I first listened to this as an audio book and loved it. I next wanted more and read the digital edition, again great.

Richard Burton was an exceptionally brilliant person with an inquisitive mind and incredibly profound ability to master languages, dialects, and study religions objectively. He took on exploration in deepest Africa in search of the headwaters of the Nile River. This is an unforgettable book and intriguing story of unconscionable rivals out to steal the thunder and plunder.

Excerpts:

Richard Burton had joined the 18th Regiment of Bombay Native Infantry, a regiment within the East India Company. Realizing that one of the fastest ways to rise through the ranks was to become an interpreter. He had begun studying Hindustani immediately upon arriving in India and six months later easily passed first among the many gifted linguists taking the exam.

He steadily added languages to his long list: Gujarati, Marathi, Armenian, Persian, Sindhi, Punjabi, Pashto, Sanskrit, Arabic, Telugu, and Turkish, rarely placing second to even his most talented rivals.

In his book Falconry in the Valley of the Indus—one of five books he wrote between 1851 and 1853—he used so many different Indian dialects that he was openly mocked in a British review. “Were it not that the author is so proud of his knowledge of oriental tongues that he thinks it desirable to display the said knowledge by a constant admixture of Indian words with his narrative, this would be a most agreeable addition both to the Zoology and Falconry of the East,” the reviewer admonished

At twenty years of age he had passed the language exams for both Hindustani and Marathi, adding Canarese, Persian, and Arabic before his thirtieth birthday.

Although he had devoted most of his study to Islam, Burton was fascinated by it all, from Catholicism to Judaism, Hinduism, Sufism, Sikhism, Spiritualism, even Satanism. In fact, he briefly considered writing a biography of Satan, who, to his mind, was “the true hero of Paradise Lost and by his side God and man are very ordinary.”

The only aspect of religion that he scorned was the idea that there existed any true believers. “The more I study religion,” he wrote, “the more I am convinced that man never worshiped anyone but himself.”

Although a spy and an infidel and an agnostic, Burton could not resist the power of this, one of the world’s most profound religious experiences. Joining the thousands of men who filled the mosque’s courtyard, he circled the Kaaba seven times counterclockwise, touching the Kiswah, an enormous black silk cloth draped over the top of the shrine.

Burton wrote. “Whilst the friars talk of ‘that meekness which becomes a missioner’…they issue eight ordinances or ‘spiritual memorandums’ degrading governors of cities and provinces who are not properly married, who neglect mass, or who do not keep saints’ festivals. Flogging seems to have been the punishment of all infractions of discipline.” In much of East Africa, Burton enjoyed telling his readers, evil spirits were white.

In 1863, the same year that Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, Burton, on leave from his consular post, became a founding member of the Anthropological Society of London.

The Ethnological Society of London, which had been established twenty years earlier to “confirm by inductive science the cherished unity of mankind Dividing those who believed in monogenism, that all human beings shared a common ancestry, from those who argued for polygenism, the belief that different races had different origins. The polygenists left the society, among them Richard Burton, who now placed his powerful intellect and years of research at the service of a pseudoscience so twisted, destructive, and vile it would do incalculable damage for years to come. In 1863, the same year that Abraham Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation, Burton, on leave from his consular post, became a founding member of the Anthropological Society of London.

To both Hunt and Burton, monogenism was an antiquated religious concept, used by men like Speke, who believed that Africans were the descendants of Noah’s second son, Ham, and were thus “condemned to be the slave of both Shem and Japeth.”

the 1859 publication of Darwin’s On the Origin of Species, however, the foundation of monogenism had begun to shift from biblical theories to human antiquity, from the realm of religion to that of science.

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Friday, December 2, 2022

Soldiers of Reason: The RAND Corporation and the Rise of the American Empire - Book Review


 BOOK REVIEW: FIVE STARS 

Soldiers of Reason: The RAND Corporation and the Rise of the American Empire by Axel Abella

This book is a revelation on just how right wing radical corporate America unlocked the link to the financial takeover sidestepping and plundering community values. Private enterprise was exterminated while schools, health care, and even prisons were corporately privatized making billionaires while wringing the last cent out of the general public.

America had the very best politicians and lobbyists that money could buy.

EXCERPTS

Many of these were recruited to help RAND design what was intended to be the most powerful weapon in the world—the “super,” the top-secret H, or hydrogen, bomb meant to be thousands of times more powerful than the twenty-kiloton blasts that leveled Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Controlled by a single ruler, as the Soviet Union was under Stalin or Germany under Hitler, is even capable of sacrificing millions of its citizens in this kind of venture. A purely quantitative analysis misses the historical fact that collective-leadership governments, like the Soviet Union’s in 1959 under Khrushchev, no matter how authoritarian, cannot afford to take those chances as the leadership will quickly splinter into opposing factions. Only absolute rulers—or a nation under attack—may take such risks.

It is the American people who have bought into the myth of rational choice, it is the American public that wants to consume—politics, culture, technology—without paying the price of sacrifice and participation, it is the American voter who has closed his eyes and allowed morality to be divorced from government policy. We’re okay as long as we get what we want, be it Arab oil, foreign markets for our products, or cheap T-shirts from China. The American empire is for the good of America, after all. Or so we’re told. If we look in the mirror, we will see that RAND is every one of us. The question is, what are we going to do about it?


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Thursday, December 1, 2022

Doings of Dudley Doolittle: Ben's Beer Bomb, 12th in series December 2022

Doings of Dudley Doolittle: Ben's Beer Bomb, 12th in series December 2022

Doings of Dudley Doolittle: This is the name I use in the sometimes hilarious, outrageous, or cynical short stories posted monthly.

A fictitious name will be used in most of the stories. It is there to protect the identity of the guilty.

These true stories are over half a century old or more.


Ben’s Beer Bomb

Jane and I became winemakers when a friend got us “kicking” plum, persimmon, elderberry, and sassafras wines, made from things available in the Daufuskie Island woods.

Interest grew with our successes and making beer became appealing.

We received a beer recipe from friends. This “home-brew” was made using Blue Ribbon Malt Extract. The extract resembled molasses, was tasty on its own and intended for making bread. It came in a variety of flavors. Other ingredients needed were water, sugar and yeast. The amount of ingredients determined the body and alcohol content. Timing was another factor; if the beer was bottled too soon it would taste yeasty.

The quantity of ingredients gives beer its taste and determines how heavy it is.

You should be able to drink quality beer at room temperature and still have it taste good. We joked; there were only two kinds of beer in Georgia, hot and cold.

After a year of production aboard our sailboat Dursmirg, we refined the process and got raves.

This is where Ben Smith enters the story: Ben remembered back in Prohibition days his family was making home-brew with malt extract. He thought he would like to try his own because it was a long way to town and it would be a savings.

Jane gave Ben a recipe and helpful hints to make brewing a good experience.

Ben thought he could improve on everything. He added extra sugar and doubled the yeast. It kicked in record time in the South Carolina heat.

Ben rounded up old Coca-Cola bottles that dated from World War II and were so tough you could back a truck over them. He borrowed our caper and caps. He bottled his beer and put it to rest in his cabin under his bunk.

The big surprise! After a couple of days the extra sugar built pressure, making the bottles into hand grenades.

The first explosion came in the night, almost giving Ben and his wife Shorty cardiac arrest. The explosion sent shrapnel of glass and spray of beer throughout their shack. Containment was imperative so Ben covered his prized “brew” with a heavy canvas.

The explosions continued. Ben got a large tub, again covering it with canvas. The explosions continued and tore the canvas cover to shreds.

Ben came to Jane for advice. He related his alterations. The problem was apparent. Ben used enough sugar to make 25 gallons in a five-gallon batch.

I told Ben I would pry up the caps and relieve the pressure, recap. and then the beer would be okay.

A crowd gathered to witness the happenings.

Carefully I picked one of the little bombs up, handling it like it was nitroglycerin and stepped outside. All eyes were on me. I confidently took my opener and eased off the cap holding my mouth ready to catch any beer that might escape. I had the situation totally under control.

Wow! Pow! Whoosh! An uncontrolled eruption in what seemed like a nanosecond, and I only got misted by the explosive ingredients. The contents totally left the little hand grenade. I didn’t get a drop. The crowd went wild with laughter. I too had to laugh. In my years with all of the beers I had opened, I never witnessed anything so totally beyond my control.

Ben did the ultimate in home-brewing. His brewery was short lived, but luckily we all gleaned a hilarious story—thanks Ben.

Copyright © 2011 John M. Grimsrud


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Doings of Dudley Doolittle - INDEX to stories

Index of Doings of Dudley Doolittle stories by John M. Grimsrud

Doings of Dudley Doolittle: This is the name I will use in the sometimes hilarious, outrageous, or cynical short stories posted monthly on https://bingsbuzz.blogspot.com/

A fictitious name will be used in most of the stories. It is there to protect the identity of the guilty.

These true stories are over half a century old or more.


 1. Cowboy Wannabe

 2. Adventures - St. Augustine, Florida

 3. Keg of Beer - St. Augustine, Florida

 4. Captain George Tappin: A True Story

 5. Guckin: A True Story

 6. Dad's Story

 7. Strength of Hercules

 8. Persistence Pays

 9.Luperios...Or Flying with Armando

10. Friends

11. My Norse Connection

12. Ben's Beer Bomb

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