Apparently they do. Parody mugs featuring variations on their logo are pretty common. Here's one we picked up at the Hexham Car Boot Sale:
And there are others...
Wandering unsupervised in various real and imaginary places. Detritus reflects my interests in robotics, travel, history and the odder aspects of the world around me.
Apparently they do. Parody mugs featuring variations on their logo are pretty common. Here's one we picked up at the Hexham Car Boot Sale:
And there are others...
Guess I didn't take any pictures today.
Nice weather, steady progress. But I didn't find anything novel. Just another spear point and I showed you one of those last time. Mostly we were chasing walls and trying to find the perimeters of an oven. Not glamorous stuff.
So instead, a few pictures from my in between weekend.
We did a number of things, some I'll report on presently. Among them was a visit to "Northumberlandia", purportedly the world's largest human figure sculpture.
112 feet tall. 1300 feet long. Yep, she's a big gal.
It's quite a climb up to her, er, features.
Exactly what I do on the robotics team is a fair question, and one I suspect gets asked on occasion. Sometimes it is just necessary to have an extra adult around to keep an eye on things. I'm also mostly in charge of the Farm System, as I have a level of comfort with the middle school world view that is either remarkable or worrisome. Or both. Other than that, and some janitorial duties, I guess I'm the Department of Odd Ideas.
Here's one.
I found out that a team that had been around for ten years was giving out tiaras to mark the occasion. Not just for themselves, they were handing out tiaras to other teams in their tenth season. Like us. So, anticipating this I had the kids make a Congrats on Ten Years trophy to give in return. The usual parameters, made of scrap parts from last years robot and mounted on a bit of bumper. Complete with fabric of course.
Well, problem is...they forgot our tiaras.
This was of course corrected when we were both at State. I think they brought us some extra good ones. So, who wore it best? (By the way, from my long expertise at test taking I can assure you that None of the Above is a valid answer...).
Big thanks to Team Ferradermis for the creative gesture. One of several nice things about the new format this year is that we now compete "in state" and get to know our fellow Cheesehead teams much better.
Oh, about the title of the post today.
At our last event we were tasked with putting together a "highlights" video on short notice. It turned out well, thanks to our video editor, a conscripted camera person and the help of various other folks. On completion I asked if the people who had worked on it wanted to be crediting by name. They said, nah. So a silly production company name was used instead.
Well at the state event the highlights video was done by a different crew, so we got to do a sort of Promotional Video. Something to show potential sponsors and so forth. In typical Bumper Foam Productions fashion it was filmed within a wrench throw of our pit (no actual wrenches thrown) and edited into nice form in 90 minutes. It's very satisfying to hand off a USB drive and say, "Here, five hours ahead of deadline and we made everyone look good". At least that's how I see it...
Because of course there were mascots at the recent robotics tournament. And I show no signs of growing up...
My recent post on the Baseball Riot of 1903 gave me a nudge to finish up a bit of research that had previously only been a vague set of questions. And, the history of Athletic Park in Chippewa Falls did not disappoint. So lets talk about it's rise, heyday, decline, fall and revival, shall we?
I suppose there is no way to know just when baseball - and other things - were first played here. In the 19th century, heck on into our times, kids got a pickup game going on any open space. But it is safe to assume that there was nothing organized before the Great Floods of 1880/84. And a birdseye view from 1885 shows nothing but an empty field.
But in 1894 a couple of local businessmen got their act together and built something more substantial. Nice leveled off field, grandstand bleachers. Interestingly the accounts of the day suggest that there were some previous bleachers but that they were not that great. So I'd theorize that the site was in use for playing ball starting at some point between 1885 and 1894. Here's the best view of Athletic Park, from a birdseye view created in 1906.
It's been a while since we've heard from the Nimrods Giant Ski team. Last season they mentored a younger team of Giant Skiers. And how did the little ingrates repay 'em? Well, that and so much more can be found in this fascinating video of the Nimrods setting some sort of Guinness World Record by skiing across (a small part of) Lake Superior.
My friend Gabe is a Man for all Seasons. This is a longish video but does show what has been going on at Sandland, the Playground for the next Thousand Years.
It had been a while since I'd made it out to Sandland. If you've forgotten, this is the mad, marvelous, unique project that friends of mine are creating in rural Wisconsin. For the past 13 years they have been tunneling in a hillside, creating a "playground for the ages". There are mazes, a slide, rooms with a sort of mirrored layout designed to confuse you. And this being Wisconsin, of course there is a bar. The location is mostly a secret, to be revealed only to the worthy. At least its X and Y coordinates are, on the Z axis I can say that most of these pictures were taken at roughly -80 feet from the surface.
I went out there recently, figuring it was a good way to work off some Christmas cookies.
I leave the actual tunneling - there are power tools involved - to the more skillful. My job is running carts of sand down the long winding tunnels and dumping it off a platform to later be moved elsewhere. One of these wagons holds three of the orange buckets for a light load, four or five for a heavy one. My rough calculation is that I personally hauled and dumped at least 1.5 tons of sand over six hours.
Rats playing pool. A reimagining of Dogs Playing Poker.
So much stuff coming up from the basement of my parent's house. This is archaeology plain and simple. You dig through different layers trying to divine the importance of strange artifacts. For instance, there was a considerable assortment of mint condition pamphlets from various public health agencies. No surprise really, doctor's offices still have them. But these were often from before my dad was actually in practice. From the 1920's, 30's and 40's. Did he save them as historical curios? And how to explain the Lactose Maniac?
This dude....
There seemed to be quite the enthusiasm for milk running clear through these pamphlets. Pregnant women for instance were supposed to slam down a quart and a half every day. The pamphlet on Diet of the Expectant and Nursing Mother says right on the front:
Drink More Milk, Eat More Butter - For Your Health and Prosperity.
Guess you can see where the Lactose Maniac got his start down this path. In utero.
We'll meet up with him again in a bit. But first...
But in this age of heightened awareness and of AI scraping every word and image off the internet, I'm not taking chances.
This tome is from 1935, and was printed by the Department of Labor. (This was a 1943 reprint). Hmmm, maybe the Good Ol' Days of child labor were not quite over?
The actual advice was pretty simplistic. Wear good shoes - unlike this tyke on the nude beach - stand up straight, don't get rickets or scurvy.
Various exercises and play strategies are endorsed. Some of them involving climbing on ladders and unsafe things!
Oh, and here's the Lactose Fiend a bit older. Maybe middle school now, but he's still a two fisted milk drinker. He's finished his glass while little Bitsy sitting next to him hasn't touched hers.
It comes out very strongly for school lunch programs. In fact, it makes vague reference to a study being done where white rats were fed on the lunches kids brought to school. One assumes the kids were as a replacement, given more nutritious fare, washed down with plenty of milk. Oh, and the rats? "Many of the rats failed to grow and some died as a result."
By now you've started to detect a theme, no? On the back of one of the pamphlets (The Public Health Nurse works with you to Protect your Family) is this revealing logo...........
You'd probably had to have traveled to Scotland or the northern reaches of England to get that reference. It is one of the many slogans of a peculiar beverage called Iron Brew. Or if you want to be picky, Irn Bru. The busy bodies in some agency said they had to change the name because the stuff is not technically brewed and contains only trace amounts of iron.
But it sure looks like rusty water. And the first time I ever drank it - also the first time I'd ever eaten Scotch Eggs - rusty water was my general impression.* And yet, it is the most popular soft drink in Scotland. By the way, another of their slogans is "Scotland's Other National Drink".
Offered with minimal commentary.
No doubt you've heard the expression "Coals to Newcastle". They used to mine a great deal of coal in the area back in the day. Which left a bit of a mess. Some years back an open pit mine just north of Newcastle was tidied up in a rather distinctive way....by making the world's largest nude figure out of 1.5 million tons of rock and mine tailings. Behold Northumberlandia, the Lady of the North.
On our recent visit several members of our band of adventurers went in for a closer look.
I don't get to use my Larger than Life tag very often, but the Lady of the North deserves nothing less.
Ah, Facebook. There was a time when it was the unquestioned global information exchange. Also of cat videos which I'm fine with. I had little use for it until my archaeology friends encouraged me to hop on as a way to stay in touch. I've stuck with it. So far.....
I know many people are unhappy with the platform for reasons political. Me, I'm tolerant of such things. You provide a service that I find useful, respond to what your customers want, and are not total jerks.....I'll stick around.
But in the last six months Facebook has, as I see it, taken a huge nose dive in quality.
Not across the board. I still stay in touch with those far flung friends and enjoy seeing their posts of travels, adventures. And in some cases, cute cats. But there's all this other "stuff" now.
I'm fine with Sponsored Posts. FB needs to make money. I glance at them and move on. But there are other more intrusive ways FB shoves stuff in front of me.
For a while it was big batches of people (?) they suggested I follow. Most of them were of no interest to me. Every professional and semi-professional sport in the US and the UK was suggested. As well as lots of other junk. I only really got annoyed when the suggestions got Suggestive. Scantily clad young ladies who, if followed into a dark alleyway, would at best rob you at knifepoint.
You can get rid of these suggestions by using the established FB system, just hitting the "no thanks" button near the top of such solicitations. If they come back a second time you can report them for a variety of things. Selling illegal animals was my favorite.
The Suggestive suggestions are now gone, but something worse lingers on. Facebook Reels.
No doubt in response to Tiktok, FB launched this a year or two back. And the subject matter is A) not relevant to me and B) often disgusting. A majority seem to come from Asia, and I suspect more than a few are AI generated. You can click on Show me Less of This at the upper right corner of a batch....and the same ones turn up instantly. You can also click on individual Reels and report them as disgusting, violent, etc. This seems harsh, but the content is in many cases precisely that. You get people draining abscesses, both human and veterinary. You get people collecting huge hauls of small unhappy looking fish from muddy ponds in the Philippines. You get tattoos and tattoo removal. You get stuff that - from the teaser photo - falls into the "Don't know, don't wanna know" category.
Reelly now. We have the equivalent of the Great Library of Alexandria, the Library of Congress and pretty much every classic of stage, screen and page available in a hand held device....and we get this:
Facebook ignores any guidance along the lines of "For the love of Zuckerman, don't show me this". And there is no official way to nuke the Reels feature entirely.
But there are unofficial ways. I'm looking at a browser extension that will let me get rid of Reels and other dreck on Facebook. FB is understandably not happy about this sort of software and the odds are fair that it would in response become poutingly become less functional overall.
So here's the deal. I'm standing pat until after the spring archaeology jaunt. After that I'm going to tame Facebook, and if the Algorithms strike back I will ditch it entirely.
For those reading my regular writings (Detritus of Empire) that I cross post here, well, I'm looking at Substack as an alternative. I'd keep it free of course.
OK Facebook, that there's your shot across the bow. I'd like to think its close enough to splash a little water up on the bridge and leave a few muddy, unhappy fish flopping at the feet of Admiral Zuckerberg.
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Ever wonder how much the internet is keeping an eye on you? We all have our anecdotes. Here's another. A few days after composing the above, and while it was still in Draft, Facebook Reels went away. Coincidence? Or Admiral Zuckerberg staring at the dead fish all around his bridge and telling his first mate (probably the flatulent little girl shown above) to stand down.....
It has been a while since I took the short drive over to work at "Sand Land", the astonishingly eccentric project some friends of mine have been at for a decade or so. Not everyone understands Sand Land. I mean...buy a ravine and bring in volunteers to excavate an underground tunnel system? With stair cases, a spiral slide, a tavern, and...well I'm not sure what else is in there at the moment because I just came to work, not to take the latest tour.
So, its underground we go...
It's always important to pay attention to signs..
Exercise and Eccentricity. I need more of both.
When you are a dog owner you keep an eye on where you are stepping. So when I spotted this on the ground I was naturally puzzled and a little impressed....
At this point the majority of you are saying "What the heck?", while a few oddball savants are saying "A bit early, isn't it?". For the second group I'll just say that given all the excitement in our political arena I'm not sure that one week after the election a story about putrid blubber raining down from the sky would stand out in the least.
So....
There is actually a considerable, er, corpus of data on dead, beached whales blowing up. Sometimes just by the natural, if disgusting, process of decomposition. But by far the most exciting example of the genre occurred back in 1970, and had the assistance of a poorly thought out half ton of dynamite.
A 45 ton sperm whale washed up on the beach at Florence Oregon on November 9th. After three days in which the whale got stinkier, it was decided that the best course of action would be to blow the whale up with explosives. The idea being that it would then be in smaller bits which would either be eaten by the converging mob of seagulls or be in small enough parts that hauling them away would be simpler. Beaches were at that time under the jurisdiction of the Oregon Highway Department, an outfit who had a bit of experience in blowing up obstructions. It did not go well. No, not well at all.......
Because my photographer friend Pete and I only overlapped for a week plus a day on either end, the number of odd photos of each other is reduced in number this year. We tried to make up for it in quality. Because as we go through life, no opportunity for a silly photo should ever go to waste....
Pete sporting a "Hairy Buffalo Ear" at the Hexham Boot Sale: