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  • Everett’s Second Law of Thermodynamics

    Confusion is always increasing in society. Only if someone works extremely hard can this confusion be reduced in a limited region. Nevertheless, this effort will still result in an increase in the total confusion of society at large.

  • Boaz and the River Jordan

    Boaz walked down to the River Jordan;
    the current was strong;
    the waters were deep;
    there was no bridge;
    there was no ford;
    he could not cross;
    Boaz waited for a fortnight;
    the waters of River Jordan would not subside;
    the currents ran strong;
    the depth was too much;
    he could not cross;
    he could not cross to the other side.

    Boaz waited another day,
    then walked west to the Mediterranean,
    boarded a Ship of Tarshish
    to ride the seas westward
    while learning trading for gold and silver.

    Sailing the seas, Boaz became rich:
    viewed by folks of the time
    as wise, just, and benificent;
    he sailed the seas he had come to love
    for his remaining days.

    and
    the River Jordan flowed on and on
    with strong currents and an unfathomable depth.

  • Deja Vu, sort of, All Over Again

    Last night, i received a text from one of my favorite people.

    Katherine Jewell Hansen, with the same middle name as me, Rye — we both got if from her grandfather and my father — is an incredible woman. She is my brother’s daughter, a Vanderbilt alum like her husband, her father, and in a weird sort of way, me.

    Kate is a professor of history at Fitchburg State University in Massachusetts and has written two dynamite books.

    Dollars for Dixie is a intriguing non-fiction about the industrialization in the South that draws upon the success of the Lebanon (Tennessee) Woolen Mills and is an in-depth analysis of how the South evolved in industrialization.

    Live from the Underground is a wonderful exploration of the history of college radio and has become a beacon for a superb medium.

    Well, her text was:

    Kate was with friends of hers watching the Artemis II splashdown. Since she knew i had been on ships in the Navy, i was pleased she reached out to me.

    My response:

    A helicopter would be much safer, faster, and easier than a boat recovery. The landing zone would have been a circle with about a 10-mile radius from the center. It was projected to be about 50-70 miles from the San Diego coast. Apparently, the USS John P. Murtha (LPD 26) was the lone recovery ship. i believe it would have been outside the projected splashdown area for safety reasons. That makes a helicopter recovery of the astronauts even more practical than a boat.

    i don’t know if you know this, but in 1969, My ship, the USS Hawkins (DD 873) was the Atlantic recovery ship for Apollo 12. The USS Hornet (CVS 12) was the primary recovery ship in the Pacific.

    Right after blastoff the spacecraft was hit by lightning causing loss of fuel cells and electrical instrumentation. The decision was to take one more orbit around earth. If no solution was found during the orbit, the spacecraft would make an emergency splashdown in the Atlantic. Hawkins would make the recovery.

    We had our deck strengthened and a crane added to our fantail in the Portsmouth (VA) Naval Shipyard. We went to Bermuda where we practiced recoveries of a dummy capsule and then went to our station about midway between Bermuda and the Azores.

    i was the recovery Officer of the Deck and would have had the conn (maneuvering control) to bring the ship alongside the capsule to raise it to our fantail. Fortunately, a flight controller in Houston, John Aaron, had the astronauts switch to “auxiliary,” and the flight continued on a successful mission and returned to the Pacific and the Hornet.

    Had it landed in the Atlantic, my life would have changed dramatically. As it was, we had a very nice week in Bermuda, one of my favorite places on earth.

    i, in my usual fashion, began to think about that time. i, even though i didn’t know it, was in a wonderful spot, in something that turned out to be one of my true loves. It was a nice memory.

    Thanks, Kate.

  • Ballance’s Law

    How long a minute is depends on which side of the bathroom door you’re on.

  • The Mountain Ridge

    i rode the wings of the osprey from the shore
    as we had learned of the skirmish that was about to be;
    soaring overhead, we looked down to see:

    the redoubts were in the valley
    at the foot of the mountain;
    the cannons were on the mountain ridge.

    the men on mountain
    chewed on twists,
    spitting the dark amber fluid
    on the dirt creating dark puddles of mud;
    puffed and gnawed on cigar butts;
    sported scraggly beards,
    wore long duster overcoats,
    armed with heavy long swords,
    flintlock pistols,
    Bowie knives;
    they fought among themselves
    for entertainment
    until
    they stood by their cannons
    with cannonballs and barrels of powder
    by their side;

    below, young men in the redoubts
    looked warily upward,
    naive but resolute
    unsure,
    shaven,
    wearing flannel shirts,
    suspendered canvas trousers
    tucked into leather work boots
    under broad brimmed hats,
    holding their hoes, axes,
    occasionally, a musket.

    the young women were in a glen
    further up the valley
    taking care of their farms,
    tending the gardens,
    reaping the crops,
    gathering eggs from the chicken coops;
    milking the cows,
    pumping the milk churns for butter,
    gathering together
    while abhorring war.

    in the dense woods behind the rocky ridge,
    unbeknownst to the men on the mountain
    or the young men in the valley,
    wild things began to gather quietly:
    mountain lions, grizzly bears, even bobcats
    were not pleased with someone
    treading on their mountain.

    the men on the mountain
    retired early with plans
    to light off the cannons before dawn
    to wipe out the redoubts, killing the young men
    before claiming the canyon as their own.

    when they were asleep, the wild things
    crept from the woods, slew the sentries,
    then wiped out the men in their tents;

    the din was heard in the redoubts below;
    the young men were perplexed with wonder;
    the next morning, they only saw the silent cannons
    sitting on the precipice of the mountain ridge
    except in the predawn light,
    they spotted a grizzly bear on the ridge
    walking by the cannons on the ridge.

    After several days of quiet
    with no one stirring on the ridge,
    the young men convened;
    they dismantled the redoubts,
    returned to their women in the glen;
    they agreed not to ascend the mountain
    to discover what happened
    on the ridge beyond the woods.