The Higgs Boson Explained

Over at PhD Comics.
What?  You didn't thing that I was going to explain it here, did you?
Anyway, it's a 7 minute video that sketches things out in terms most anyone can understand.  Worth your time.

Maybe I should put one of these up down the street.

Tsunami high-water marker, as seen at the Mail Online:

Seems like a good idea.  No good local stone to carve the marker from though.  Guess I'll have to make it out of old Lazy Mag bottles.
OK, so the article's a year old.  Better late than never.

Another Fine ACME Product

As seen at the BBC.
ACME Motors: accept no substitute.

More on Dick Dale et al.

And it was a great show.  The classics were played, the crowd rocked.  The Wedge, Ghost Riders, Let's Go Trippin', all the ones you know (even if you can't name the song right away), with the show ending on Misirlou.  And he makes it look easy.
The rest of the band was there in support, holding up their end: Jimmy Dale  as the steely-eyed madman-in-control on drums, and Sammy the bass player (no last name given) bouncing around with equal parts enthusiasm and skill.  And that was it for backup.  Nothing else needed.  Dale was generous with directing the crowd's attention toward them, but there was no getting around the fact that everyone was there to hear him on guitar.  No worries, lots of showmanship and interaction between all three.
It's fun watching Dale cary on.  One minute he's helping out the bass player with a balky strap and going on about how you get the best guitar strap bits at the hardware store and the best straps from old airplane seat belts, next minute he's intently concentrating on his guitar, then the next he's gently berating some bevis in the crowd for smoking dope – then grabbing a stage fan to blow the smoke back at the guy.  At the show's end, he handed his guitar to a roadie and did a mock shaky-old-guy walk for a few steps.  Yeah, he's up there (be 75 next month) and he knows it, laughs about it, and ain't slowing down.
Here's a link to his web site's tour schedule.  Take a look, he may be coming by you soon.


And not to shortchange anybody, here's some more on Debauche, the warm up band: at Offbeat and China Shop.  Interesting outfit.  And these pics pretty much sum it up.  I'm glad they're local, and can see making a trip back to New Orleans soon to seem them again.  Gratuitous picture:

Funny, I never knew that yetis could play acoustic bass.  And yes, despite eyewitness accounts to the contrary, the yeti in question actually was climbing onto his bass while playing it, we have photographic evidence.


Finally, pre-show we had supper at Parkway Bakery and Tavern.  As fine a shrimp po-boy as can be found in the known universe.  More write-up on Parkway here.

An evening out.

Went to see Dick Dale at The Howlin' Wolf.  Opening act was Debauche, a self-described "Russian Mafia Band," whatever the hell that is.  What it all was: fun.
Wooh, you see the time?  Got to sleep.

Saturn SW2, R.I.P.

Probably a warped head or blown gasket.  Or both.

It's a 1997, bought used in August 2000.  By the time it was all done, I got nearly 300,000 miles out of it.  With a roof rack and ample cargo room, it delivered many good mountain biking trips.

Dangerously close to how I ran things.

As seen at Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:

I'm not saying that I ever had to actually ground my kids when they were younger, but I still have the rod and clamp around here somewhere.  And they never pressed matters when I'd mention the old adage "spare the rod, spoil the child" either.  They knew better.