tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47087676246480103952024-03-12T21:12:01.821-07:00The *BEST* of Dada's DallyObservations from the middle of the largest
mass extinction since the dinosaursDadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17257598218959429347noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708767624648010395.post-17326667262108434392010-10-22T05:49:00.000-07:002010-10-22T05:50:16.004-07:00Juarez drug war news:<h2 class="date-header" style="color: #f9cb9c;">Originally posted to Dada's Diner, Wednesday, June 04, 2008</h2><div class="post-header" style="color: #f9cb9c;"></div><div style="color: #f9cb9c;"><span id="RDS-site">A group of armed men attempting to get away after killing someone in the ongoing border drug wars, became ensnared in a traffic jam in Juarez yesterday afternoon.<br />
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In a tactic that may warrant further study for people in a hurry, who find themselves surrounded by sheet metal ground to a standstill, and who just happen to have the family AK-47 assault weapon with them, it appears the cartel member's tactic to escape the tie-up may serve as a lesson to benefit other drivers in the future.<br />
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Shooting wildly at surrounding motorists while smashing up cars in their way may actually expedite one's exit from such a jam up. We know it works in the movies. Yesterday it worked in Juarez!<br />
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Sadly, however, five cars were badly damaged during the escape. And there are conflicting reports on how many were killed. The newspaper confirmed one woman, who happened to be in the area, as killed, and a man critically wounded. Witnesses, however, say as many as four people were killed by the shooters, apparently anxious to "get on down the road."<br />
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Of course, what keeps this drug war interesting, keeps you waiting on the edge of your breakfast chair each morning, is learning of the latest episode with the surprise of how different it can be from the day before. Like, today's story of shooting one's way out of a traffic jam after murdering somebody. It followed the weekend story of the discovery of three headless bodies found strewn on Juarez streets.<br />
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As a strong advocate for conservation in light of declining resources (and rising prices), I am tenaciously opposed to beheadings. That's because the the bodily remains were found in <span style="font-style: italic;">six, not three, </span>separate plastic bags. This is very disturbing, that someone at the apex of today's 21st Century civilization, with the best Chevy Suburbans and Hummers, the best automatic weapons available, can be so environmentally unaware.<br />
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It is Dada's hope these perpetrators might consider packing severed heads in the same bags as their torsos. After all, we live in a New Age of Enlightenment and "Green is in!"<br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="color: #f9cb9c;"><span id="RDS-site">****</span></div><span id="RDS-site"></span></div><span id="RDS-site"></span>Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17257598218959429347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708767624648010395.post-83229425200239959192010-05-13T07:05:00.000-07:002010-06-13T10:24:49.399-07:00Answer to a challenge -- "25 random things about me previously posted someplace else."<div style="color: #f6b26b;"><input autocomplete="off" id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" type="hidden" value="ea869f3cd3a984f5b5e70ce2765315a1" /></div><div class="note_header" style="color: #f6b26b;"><div class="note_title_share
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<span style="font-size: large;">2. I almost drown myself (and some pretty young woman) while doing the backstroke in the deep end of the pool when my hand suddenly became entangled in the top of her two piece suit. In the army at the time, I didn't know dying could involve such panic, yet pleasure. I think that helped develop my appreciation of good irony. That was the closest I ever came to death during the Vietnam war and I knew if I was a cat, I'd probably just spent my second life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">3. A day before a formal dance I'd asked my girlfriend to, I still didn't have anything to wear. I prayed for a way out of it. Later that morning I began to realize my prayer had been answered when we learned JFK had been assassinated. Shortly afterwards, it was announced the formal dance the next night was canceled! (I'm so really, really sorry John. For you, and all of America.) Lesson: Be careful what you pray for!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">4. As a boy, me and a couple of chums tried to blow up a train trestle but the six stolen sticks of dynamite we had left weren't enough. Or maybe we just didn't place them in the right strategic places. (Thankfully.) We learned the bad thing about dynamite is, it makes a lot of noise which makes people suspicious about what's going *BANG*!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">5.The first girl I asked to marry me was so I could draw army quarters allowance (I offered to split it with her.) Thankfully, she had more sense than I and turned me down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">6. The second day on my new army job as a pay clerk, the afforementioned girl (in #5 above) was assigned to our office. She kept asking me questions about work. I kept answering, "Ah, I don't know." She thought I was dumber than mud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">7.I saw Jan Berry (of Jan and Dean) backstage, shirtless. Because of his arm paralysis after his car accident, his partner Dean Torrance was helping him change outfits between acts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">8. Knowing we were having chicken pot pie for dinner, I pulled a long feather out of my bed pillow. At the dinner table, I snuck the feather to my mouth in a napkin. My next bite of pie, I exclaimed, "What the .... ?" as I pulled the feather out of my mouth. My brother-in-law made folk lore of the incident until I confessed the truth to him many years later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">9. I had an international bachelors party. It included three states, two nations, and one enormous hangover.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">10. As an officer's pay clerk in the army, I had a Captain who was a doctor at the post hospital. Bored stiff for lack of patients, he asked if he could remove a mole from my arm, just for practice. Incredibly, I consented. It was during the surgery and Doc's shtick with his medic aides I learned where they modeled the character "Hawkeye" for the TV series M*A*S*H. I'm sure he went on to be a great field doc in Vietnam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">11. Very young, my mother entered me into a baby contest. I won the blue ribbon for "Personality Baby." Some weeks later my parents were summoned by a major Hollywood studio to bring me in for a screen test. The telegram arrived late after being forwarded to my family in Oregon where we had just moved. My life has been mundane ever since.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">12. My folks, being from Wisconsin raised me to be a a lifelong Green Bay Packer fan, even though I could never, ever live in a place where people sit outside in 0 degree weather to watch a football game. Also, I became a lifelong USC Trojan fan, not because I attended there or could ever afford to. It was just something that happened in my childhood rebelliousness, rooting against my parents favorite college team, Wisconsin (yeh, Madison, WI, another place where people sit outside in 0 degree weather watching a football game).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">13. My philosophy (since missing my chance at Hollywood stardom at the age of 3) has always been: "In everything you do, strive for a high degree of mediocrity. Rather than doing one major thing really, really well, it's better to do a lot of little things "pretty well."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">14. Suspecting reincarnation might be a possibility, it may be that many of us aware of the Mayan calendar ending in 2012, chose to come back to Earth at this time just to see what happens three years from now. Only, just in case many of us don't make it past 2012, I chose to come back sooner (like way last century) than later (like in the 80' or 90's), just so I could get the most of my this time's carnations worth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">15. In commuting across the Golden Gate and Bay Bridges twice each day, I carried an air mattress in the backseat of the car. I figured if Edgar Cayce was right and the *Big One* hit while on one of these bridges -- and I had the fortune to survive the fall to the water below -- I would have a 'leg up' on everyone else. This made me the brunt of many of my friends/neighbor's jokes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">16. After a day of picking beans in an Oregon bean field, I learned a major physics lesson as a teenager. Preparing to return home standing in the bed of a pick-up truck, I pounded on its roof and yelled at my nephew inside who was driving, "Gun it!" He did. Fortunately, as I drifted towards the tailgate and fell backwards over it, my knees caught on it. Watching the pavement (upside down) rush past just inches from my dangling head, I knew if I was a cat, I'd probably just spent my first life. (And always remember, a body at rest tends to stay at rest.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">17. In 1990, Mrs. Dada introduced me to an 'old' classmate of hers, Academy Award winning "best supporting actress," Diane Wiest (for Hannah and Her Sisters) in an elevator in Dallas. It was at my wife's high school reunion. I mumbled, stumbled, muttered and stuttered through three floors of elevation with Diane before, (thankfully) the elevator doors opened. (I'm pretty sure -- to this day -- Diane Wiest thinks Mrs. Dada married an idiot.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">18. I believe you should never, ever, feel smug about yourself, or something you or someone else has done. There are powers that be just waiting to squash your smugness, especially if you broadcast it aloud. As example, most often a jinx occurs when a kicker is to attempt the game winning field goal and an announcer acknowledges, "He hasn't missed a kick in nine playoff attempts." This hasn't happened to our last president yet, but I'm still waiting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">19. In all the animal kingdom, I believe as a species, humans are the major axis of evil to all others. (This conflicts drastically with my love for people -- not to be confused as a love of their species.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">20. I could never, ever, imagine a world without dogs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">21. In the 80's, I sold a drawing I'd exhibited in a local art show for $185.00. Last year I discovered that drawing on the internet, somewhere in New Jersey for sale for $45. (Hell, the matting and frame cost more than that 25 years ago.) This is why I seldom feel smug.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">22. During a walk with my father at a very early age, I was told the dove we encountered was a "coo-coo-bird." When encountering the same kind of bird during a walk with my first grade class, and the teacher asking if anyone knew what kind of bird that was, and I responding, "A coo-coo-bird!" only to be told that was not right, lost all faith in my father. Only 40 years later, after realizing he was a pretty great dad, did I confess this to him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">23. On a hike up the Athabasca Glacier in Alberta, CA, I walked into a stiff head wind beyond the tourists until all alone. It was a magic moment in which I was determined to walk into oblivion until I heard a strange droning sound. It was a "bus" on snow tracks full of Japanese tourists. I am now positive I am on slides and in photo albums of many Japanese aboard that tracked snow vehicle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">24. Disgruntled on my way down from the glacier mentioned in #23, I decided to throw a Canadian dollar into one of those deep blue-green crevasses. For a coin that wouldn't be discovered by anthropologists for thousands of years hence, I decided to make a wish for world peace. Reconsidering at the last moment, I exchanged the $1.00 Canadian for a 25 cent piece. As a result, peace never happened which explains why anthropologists, thousands of years from now, won't discover the $0.25 Canadian I threw in a crevass on the Athabasca Glacier in 1989 -- most likely because there won't be any anthropologists alive then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">25. Being the first to arrive at the tiny Taos bookstore (before my wife and family from Oregon), I opened the door and boldly asked of the proprietor, "Do you allow illiterates in here?" She replied, "Why yes! We have many books with pictures in them!" at which point I turned to my relatives outside and said, "It's ok, you can come in." (They did, to the chuckles of all inside.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There's one other random thing I haven't mentioned, but that would make 26.</span></div></div>Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17257598218959429347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708767624648010395.post-45756557854926310052008-11-29T18:59:00.001-08:002008-11-29T18:59:25.601-08:00Remembering the future<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1doTYR2Cew/STFWseHLPcI/AAAAAAAACVA/NVfBjjBH2PI/s1600-h/Sutherlin+OR-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W1doTYR2Cew/STFWseHLPcI/AAAAAAAACVA/NVfBjjBH2PI/s400/Sutherlin+OR-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274091960624954818" border="0" /></a>Today we made it to Sutherlin. It's our fourth day walking Interstate Five northward since the disaster. Hoping each new valley we overlook from a ridge above our last will be different, hopes were dashed again today.<br /><br />But Sam and I will spend the night here. The motel where we'd stayed five years ago is gone. I think we found my old college chum's restaurant, <span style="font-style: italic;">Pedotti's</span>. I'm not sure. But where I think it was is nothing but rubble bearing gentle wisps of grey smoke rising in memory to what was the best Italian food for miles just last Tuesday. Like most everything else that was something then but now is nothing.<br /><br />Despite a couple hours of gentle rain, our walk from Roseburg was the most pleasant so far. The earth is cooling. Walking is more comfortable than when we first started. Save for occasional hot spots, the smoldering has pretty much ceased. The air breathes easier, thankfully, for Sam who is closer to the acrid ground.<br /><br />Tomorrow we'll continue north toward Eugene. Hopefully, we can find our family there. But I am not hopeful if what we've seen so far is indication of what lies ahead. With luck we should be there in four or five days.<br /><br />And depending how we find Eugene, we will decide about Portland, our original destination until those plans were scrapped just south of Canyonville.<br /><br />So far, we've encountered some nice people. Those who weren't dead, suffering or too shocked to speak anyway. And we're pleased food to this point has not been a problem. Scavenging is rich if not always appetizing.<br /><br />Funny how more and more I find myself fantasizing about a McDonald's quarter pounder.Dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17257598218959429347noreply@blogger.com0