Sweet Space Station Animation

How the International Space Station was constructed in orbit.

We Own That Dome

While we are on the subject of criticizing government, let me share some pictures from the 9/12 Taxpayer Protest March in DC.



I've never seen so many Don't Tread on Me or Come and Take It flags in one place before. And I've never felt so safe in Washington before either.

Message to Congress, the President, and the media: "Can you hear us now?!"

I encourage all of you to go right now to Meetup.com and search for your local Tea Party or 9/12 group. It's high time to restore respect for the Constitution, fiscal responsibility and restraint, transparency, accountability, and integrity to all levels and branches of our government.

Music to My Ears

Russian Punk Rockers Rage Against the Putin Machine


Russia and Putin are usually not topics covered here on Yankee Scribble; I typically leave those Ballista. But since Ballista hasn't made an appearance in over a year, it seems I must take up the slack. Or, more to the point, the angst-filled youth of St. Petersburg have taking their musical jabs at the Soviet-styled strongman. Oh yes, the Ramones and Sex Pistols would be proud. I certainly am. If there is one group that is never afraid to speak out, it's the punk rockers. God bless them.

[T]he outspoken singer of Saint Petersburg-based punk rock band PTVP, saves much of his venom for Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin, referring to him as a "pig" in one of his most strident songs.

As the article explains, this is nothing new for Russia, however, these voices have been fading.

[R]ussian rock music lost much of its rebellious spirit after being at the forefront of perestroika, the liberal reforms introduced by Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev in the 1980s, musicians and critics say.

Ironically, some of the leading figures in 1980s rock now perform at patriotic concerts organised by the Kremlin.

But in Saint Petersburg, a city long seen as Russia's "window to the West", a handful of bands have defied the trend and continue to speak out.

They include PTVP, whose full name translates as "The Last Tanks in Paris," and some veteran bands who complain of being marginalized on television and radio because of their politics.

"Most bands, for some reason, have become conformist and most music is just fun," said Sergey Chernov, a music columnist for the St. Petersburg Times newspaper who has followed Russian rock since the 1980s.

So how is Vladimir reacting to this scrutiny and criticism? As one would expect of a KGB colonel.

Several times over the years, police rushed the stage and stopped concerts after Nikonov sang about Putin, and once in Vyborg he was hauled off to jail before being freed without charges, band members recalled.

"It is mostly provincial towns that are afraid," Nikonov said.

I sincerely hope PTVP keep it up, regardless of the quality of their music. If democracy is ever going to take deep root in Russia, then the artists, musicians, writers, and other creative folk need to lead the way. Imagine America without Thomas Nast, Bob Dylan, or Thomas Paine. Sadly, I have to ask, how long before these guys are found each with a bullet to the head? Or is that reserved for human rights lawyers? It's so hard to keep track of the many methods used by the Kremlin to eliminate its opponents.

Come to think of it, maybe Ballista has become a PTVP groupie. Either that or he's in the gulag. After all, Ballista's last post was on the Russian invasion of Georgia and I wouldn't put it past Ballista to go ballistic and join the Georgian cause.

The Inane Continues

I'm down with a nasty cold on this grey, dreary, chilly, rain-soaked day so I decided to catch up on blogging. Get your readin' glasses 'cause I've got a whole day to kill, endless streams of hot tea, and plenty of cerebral fodder. And, as we all know, I produce some of my best exposition when my head is cloudy with sinus meds and mucus.

Speaking of cold medicine, let's begin with more inane drug laws that are totally out of proportion to reality or common sense:

Wabash Valley woman didn’t realize second cold medicine purchase violated drug laws.

When Sally Harpold bought cold medicine for her family back in March, she never dreamed that four months later she would end up in handcuffs.

Get ready for the next big reality tv hit: Grandmas Behind Bars!

Want more on how I feel about these laws and the jackasses that cause the problems prompting them? Read here.

Surprisingly, I actually enjoy Breaking Bad on A&E. Chalk it up to the same interest we all have for the mob and The Sopranos.

Google Celebrates the Pipe Bomb?

No, today is not the anniversary of the IRA or anything so combustible. It's the birthday of the scientist who is credited with first observing and investigating electromagnetism. But seriously, Google Doodlers, it looks like a time-fused pipe bomb. Listen to the Scribbler on this one.

Forty Years of Foam Fun

Ah, Nerf. So many fond childhood memories of mine involve squishy footballs thrown around a swimming pool or small yellow orbs of foam propelled at people's heads. This year marks the 40th anniversary of the Nerf brand. Until the juvenile energetic staff at PC World posted this video of themselves trying out the goody-box sent by Nerf, I had no idea it was that old. Hope Nerf doesn't enter a midlife crisis. Although, judging by some of the current product offerings, you might argue that it has. I prefer to think of it more in terms of "product innovation".





Nerf circa 1969 (Wikipedia)









Nerf circa 2009 (Hasbro)

If I had one of those belt-fed behemoths in my pillow fort nobody would ever capture my flag. That is, of course, until Nerf develops the N-Bomb, which will unleash massive amounts of atom-sized foam balls annihilating everything within a square mile.

By the way, did you know that Nerf is really an acronym? Watch the PC World video to find out what it is, if you don't already know.

Endeth the Empire?

...Uncle Sam is on the verge of paying the City of Los Angeles $30 million to subsidize a ten-year run of Cirque du Soleil.

So it's finally come to pass - America has embarked on the same road down which ancient Rome marched to its ruin: Uncle Sam not only subsidizes bread (by subsidizing wheat production) but now also circuses.

Don Boudreaux - GMU Econ dept. chair

Alex at Marginal Revolution says this is enough to call it the "official" end of us all.

This time the barbarians aren't so much at the gate... they are inside... they are the apathetic, the uninformed, the lazy, the ones who think it's okay for their neighbors to pay for everything, not realizing that their own pockets are in turn being picked. Wake up people, and don't allow your principles, common sense, and personal dignity to be bought off by politicians.

However, as Rome shows the way to ruin, she always lights the way back to prosperity - The Republic.

Concrete Answers

Sifting through the mail today, I came across an advertisement for the Portland Cement Association on the back cover of a magazine. I stared at it for a moment wondering why the cement trade group would need to advertise in a popular current affairs newsmag. Being the inquisitive bloke I am, I resolved to dig deeper. A quick visit to cement.org gave me the answer, or the "hard" facts if you'll excuse a pun. Federal por... er, stimulus, money. Seems the cement people are lobbying hard to inform you, humble taxpayer, that concrete is far more durable and cheaper than asphalt for road construction. As with so many things these days, the answer is politics and the money trail leads back to Washington. Hey - maybe we can get these guys to fit the Treasury's printing presses with some cement shoes. Now that would be money well spent!

Incidently, did you know that Thomas Edison invented a new process for building with Porland Cement? Nor did I until my recent visit to Edison's home, Glenmont, in West Orange, NJ. It's a national historic park and well worth the trip, particular if you enjoy Victorian art and architecture. And - nerd alert - the Edison Company laboratory is set to re-open in the fall after a 7-year renovation. Seven years, huh? Wow, I sure hope my government healthcare system operates just as quickly as the Park Service!

Disclaimer: that "concrete answers" title came from the cement.org site, much as I'd like to take credit for another zippy pun.

A Giant Leap...

It is hard to believe. Forty years ago today man walked on a solitary orb of rock called the Moon. It's hard to believe that three men traversed the chilly vacuum of space to land on a celestial body. It's hard to believe that what was only a dream was achieved in less than 10 years of dedicated effort. In our current times of economic turmoil, when scions of industry and technological change like General Motors can barely produce cars people want and airlines are cutting services, that we as a nation, as a united people, as a human race could join minds to invent and build countless technologies and tools to safely carry people to and from the Moon.

I note this to both highlight how exceptional an achievement the Apollo 11 mission was and to send out a message of encouragement. We can accomplish great things, overcome insurmountable obstacles, and change the way we think about the universe if we devote our time and resources to it. And, if we push the doubters, naysayers, and red-tape dispensers out of the way. Innovation and progress do not result from overseers, lawyers, judges, administrators, or politicians but from risk-takers, hard workers, and all-around bright and dedicated people. While our national leaders can set an agenda, it is for us - the everyday people - to make dreams become reality to the betterment of all mankind. We went to the Moon because we chose to. Not even the sky is the limit to our success when we choose to.

Sons of Columbia

A favorite compendium of mine is the Book of American Values and Virtues: Our Tradition of Freedom, Liberty & Tolerance. I turn to it from time to time when I need words of inspiration and a reminder of all that we as a nation have overcome. The other night, after digesting the Declaration of Independence - which you all should re-read occasionally, especially when you hear any news out of Washington - I came to a poem that resides on the opposite page. I found it remarkable in its simplicity and clarity of vision, not to mention the message conveyed. The words had an effect on my and I would like to share them with you now.

Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought
For those rights which unstain'd from your sires you descended,
May you long taste the blessing your valor has brought,
And your sons reap the soil which your fathers defended.
'Mid the reign of mild peace,
May your nation increase,
With the Glory of Rome and the Wisdom of Greece;
And ne'er may the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.

Let Fame to the world sound America's voice;
No intrigue can her sons from the government sever;
Her pride in her Adams-his laws are her choice,
And shall flourish till Liberty slumber forever!
Then unite heart and hand,
Like Leonidas' band,
And swear to the God of the ocean and land
that ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.

~ Robert Treat Paine

Ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves.



Update: This is only part of the poem, the first and last stanzas. The entire piece, along with a short bio of the author, can be found here.