Sunday, April 17, 2011

Contaminated meats

The latest flap concerning the prevalence of bacteria in grocery store meats is surprising to me because this has always been the case. Thus the routine advice on cooking shows to" wash your hands, working surfaces and implements very regularly."

What is disturbing to me is the prevalence of drug-resistant bacteria. Which suggests to me that the FDA should prohibit the routine feeding of antibiotics to farm animals, chicken, pigs, cows, etc., on the basis that they are operating millions of unlicensed laboratories for the development of drug-resistant bacteria.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

FY2012 Budget Considerations (correction)

When I was a young man there was at least as much attention paid to sinking funds as there was to loan amortization. (How much do I need to save each year for the next five years so that I can buy a car?) Why cannot local, state, and federal governments practice that sort of conservatism?

Enough of that introduction. I have just completed an exercise addressing the elimination of the federal debt. I made the following, simplifying, assumptions:
  1. Interest on the national debt to remain fixed at 3% for the duration of the analysis.
  2. Start FY2012 with a national debt of $15,000,000,000,000.
  3. FY2012 budget to have a surplus that will result in the elimination of the federal debt in 25 years.
  4. The only change in the government expenditures will be the reduction of the cost of debt service.
  5. There will be no change in government revenues from the FY2012 budget.
Question: What is the dollar amount of the FY2012 surplus required to eliminate the debt in 25 years?

The answer is $600,000,000,000, i.e. $0.6 trillion.

I will not be around in 25 years (at least I hope not) but unless the idiots in Washington are talking about something in this neighborhood I think we should dump the whole lot!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Defensible Space

The other day I was browsing through the many photos that I have on my hard drive. I ran across several photos that suggested this blog post. It may not be of interest to most of you, but I am sure that it will interest one of my regular readers, Eric, a retired fire chief.

In the early 1990’s Evelyn and I purchased a five-acre plot in the mountains of southern Oregon: 5,000 feet elevation, 23 miles from the nearest grocery store or gasoline station, and 10 miles from the nearest mail delivery. We designed and built an 8,500 square-foot home. The home had a very large south-facing deck overlooking many pine and fir trees, Howard Prairie Lake, and the top of Mount Shasta.

It turned out that this property was in a “Fire Protection Class 10” area. That is, the only outfit who might respond to a fire was the forest service, and their job was to protect the forest and not structures. Only one outfit offered homeowners insurance.

There is not much an individual can do in the event of a forest fire. (We did have sprinklers on the roof, 1,700 gallons of water storage, and a diesel generator to run the pumps.) So the real leverage involved the creation and maintenance of a “defensible space” surrounding the structures. That is, removing all of the ground and ladder fuel for at least 100 feet (300 feet is better).

So, in the spring, after the snow had melted, I gathered all of the dead branches that had fallen to the ground and stacked them in clearings between the trees. (I think that “among” is more grammatically correct than “between”, but it just does not sound right.) Then, pole saw in hand, sometimes augmented with an extension ladder, I walked around under the trees and cut off all of the dead or broken branches, as well as any limbs that brushed my head as I walked by.

Then I covered each pile with black plastic, weighing down each corner of the plastic with rocks. After the first snow fall it was a simple matter of wiping the snow off a small area of the plastic, tearing a small hole in the plastic, and pouring a small amount of a mixture of gasoline and diesel oil into the brush pile. Dropping a match into the hole started the process of burning most of the brush. Usually there was left a few smoldering pieces around the periphery, which, upon raking them into the center, completed the burning process. (Now that is an awkward sentence that I do not intend to rewrite.)

And people ask me what kept me busy during the summers other than cutting, splitting, and stacking fire wood for the winter months.

And you, who teases me about my Ticonderoga #2, yes, I did draft this with a #2 pencil. Not a Ticonderoga, though.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Daisy, Sweet Pea, and Fluffy

Today I should like to introduce three new animal friends: Daisy, Sweet Pea, and Fluffy.



There is an interesting story leading to our introduction to these new friends. A few days ago we received a telephone call from our regular dog sitter, Melinda. She had received a distress call from one of our neighbors, Bill. (Bill is not a "next-door" neighbor. His place is a bit over two miles from our place. But since most of that distance is open desert, he qualifies as a neighbor.)

Bill's wife is in the hospital and will be for some time. The details of why she is in the hospital are interesting but unimportant to this tale. Bill is a truck driver for Walmart. He had been away from work for several weeks and had to return. He needed someone to look after his two dogs on a daily basis, but could not afford Malinda's regular fees. Melinda knows us as dog lovers and that we lived relatively close to Bill. Thus her call to us.

We met with Bill and discovered that he also had a cat in addition to the two dogs. We learned all about his wife's medical issues and his idea of what looking after his dogs entailed. Our idea was much more extensive than was Bill's.

Bill's working schedule involves going to Apple Valley and living in his RV for six days and returning home for two days, for an eight-day cycle.

We impressed upon Bill that this was obviously a long-term situation and urged him to line up a number of volunteers. We agreed to take the first six-day shift and could not commit beyond that other than to be on call for emergency back up, other commitments permitting. Today is the last day of this first shift. Bill expects to arrive home about 10:00 tonight.

Evelyn has fallen in love with Daisy and Sweet Pea. I need to be careful that we do not end up with two more dogs to add to the four we already have!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Thermodynamics and Politics

Today I shall stray from my ramblings about my childhood memories and discuss a comment recently made by Ben Bernanke. But first let me introduce you to the the laws of thermodynamics as defined by the Readers Digest years ago.


1st Law: Things are pretty bad.
2nd Law: Things are going to get worse before they get better.
3rd Law: Who said they are going to get better.

Bernanke's comment was something to the effect that the job situation was not going to get better any time soon and could get a bit worse before it got better. That sounds very much like the first two laws of thermodynamics in a single statement. What he failed to do was to follow up with the third law. In my opinion the evolution to the third law is inevitable unless we get rid of the politicians in Washington and put in some real business men and women.

While I don't much care for Donald Trump as a person, his ideas for improving the job situation make a lot more sense than the gutless utterances of the folks now in Washington. It's too bad that we cannot have a national referendum to recall all of the elected folks in Washington and start over.