Wild Mechanicing Pt. I

In Europe, I'm told, boondocking is called wild camping. So when Phoebe let me know she needs new brake shoes, I bought new pads, found some rocks to chock the wheels and cut a 4 x 4 to set the jack on. 

When I went to loosen the wheel nuts, I discovered my wrench doesn't fit the odd one. It jus' goes tuh show, yuh cain't rush thangs when yer Wild-Mechanikin'.

Odd Gender-Neutral out

Repair for Personal Satisfaction Machine

  

Automatic Sex Machine

7 attachments

$133.95 (incl tax & shipping)

This popular device is sold by innumerable purveyors on Amazon and elsewhere. I bit on the low price without reading the reviews and was disappointed to realize THEY'RE RIGHT...it's a fragile, underpowered toy not even suitable as a coming-of-age gift for a budding enthusiast. It lasted a total of fifteen minutes...maybe. 

I spent some time going down the list online adding the video below to my review. Hopefully, it'll salvage a few.

Purchased 5.Sept.22 from Fangeriesecret.com. As in MANY reviews, it quit after the 2nd use. Disassembly disclosed the plastic had fused (see video above).

After drilling out the fused part I replaced the original screw with a machine screw, brass washers and locknut.

The Point of Fusion

The other pivot, at the back end of the rod (left of arrow), is better-engineered prompting wonder if the one the arrow is pointing to is planned obsolescence.

Of the seven attachments, two are extensions. From right to left, the one at the far right is jointed and bendable, but very stiff and I suspect not able to withstand much pressure. The next is a solid shaft. The three anglo-colored dildos have an outer layer of very soft silicone with an internal stiffener. The pink jelly is the smallest.

Glasses case

I'd hoped to make friends at the Desert Dominion play parties by offering rides, but it's time to head for Utah. 

As for the power...it is, in my esteemed opinion, low.

Your mileage may vary.

I Can't Help Myself

A video about Chinese artists Sun Yuan & Peng Yu.

The video ends with the sentence: "Eventually, there will come a day when we cannot help ourselves."

That, to me, is, given the title of the artwork, too clichéd. We may not be able to help ourselves, but there'll always be cats awaiting servce. Get busy, budzo. 🐈💨

Kyudo Kai

Bill sensei remembered me from six years ago. I again enjoyed my visit.

32nd Anniversary!!!!

I discovered hyacinths in Rolla, Missouri where I began first grade; they grew in profusion along my walk to school.

I planted them in our backyard in Albuquerque where, each year, they mark the arrival of Spring.

We chose this day to commemorate our marriage as it fell between our falling in love and joining of households. That, and the fact our foolishness keeps us smiling.

               

Supposedly an old Persian proverb, this was sent to her mother by a beau:

If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,

And from thy slender store two

loaves alone to thee are left,

Sell one, and with the dole

Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Und zoe, Vee haf a truh-DEESH-un!.

Grannie

The constancy of change; nomadic life is nothing but.

The discovery that coffee several rows inna day makes falling asleep an early-morning activity, changed my indulgence to every 4th or fifth day. 

I've been cooking more and when camped for a few days, leave the "setup" on my table: the bottom of the accordion case.

Suddenly, there was Grannie in her cotton-print sack dress in the one-room apartment she occupied in the attic of her son's house. The room was spacious, with two windows; one, a dormer, overlooked the estate's front sward.

It had all the amenities except air-conditioning and a bathtub. The water-closet was small: a komode and sink with a single, unshaded bulb with a pullchain above the mirror. But it was outside the main room and had a door. (Groping for the chain one night, I got my first experience of being plugged into 110 voltage.)

The kitchen, also small but complete, occupied the corner to the left of the entry. Her bed was catty-corner to the kitchen with a bedside table and lamp. A dining table with two chairs, including tablecloth, linen napkins, and a small bowl of lemondrops, held up the wall opposite her bed.

A few feet from the foot of her bed was the tv atop a low chest of drawers. Behind the tv was a cut-glass bowl with glow-in-the-dark stars and angels. Next to them was a bowl of candied orange slices.

It was cosy and though I never knew her to wear perfume, the room had a pleasant smell all her own. 

It was here, while staying when Mom flew somewhere to spend time with Dad, that my instruction in baking began. Though I've tried throughout my life to recreate her bacon-fat biscuits, I came to the conclusion it was her hand oil; I've never come close nor have I had the like in any restaurant.

Now wha'd I come over here for?

Multimedia Extravaganza (MME!)

The Fred Fox School of Music at the University of Arizona in Tucson frequently has free concerts. This evening's included computer-modified (enhanced?) instruments, computer-generated imagery and remotely-accessed musicians.

The Final

This was before the one above. It's not clear who is bowing to whom, but I ask you, "Have you ever seen a happier group?"

I had to add the one below too. I couldn't get over how animated each person looks.

Conclusion (18 secs)

Soloist & Imagery

Soloist & Imagery Conclusion

Note her pants

Four Singers

OwwoooooOOOO

(Yuh gotta give 'em credit for

doing this in front of an audience.)

In these "post-modernist" events, I sometimes wonder how much humor is intended. 

In front of the

School of Architecture