It's Bushcraft Wednesday!

It's Bushcraft Wednesdy and time once again to remind ourselves that life isn't just about sitting in a cubicle in the metrosprawl and getting your factory produced "food" from the nearest Tom Thumb. No, you can get out in the wild and do it yourself.

That can be dangerous and here at the Compound we hope you find this short infovideo as helpful as we do.

Your Friend,

LSP

Wittgenstein, Mahler, Detroit

Farsighted readers will recall that my old friend "Red", who lives in Detroit near Wayne State, had an issue with a shotgun a couple of years back. He cranked off a few rounds in an empty house to celebrate Easter and, long story short, was let off with a warning by LE. 

Red's House

Now he's taken to listening to Mahler at the DSO and posting things like, "Mahler 3. Gonna try not to weep like a baby."

Wittgenstein Hated Mahler

Wittgenstein had this to say about Mahler.

If it is true that Mahler's music is worthless, as I believe to be the case, then the question is what I think he ought to have done with his talent. For quite obviously it took a set of very rare talents to produce this bad music. Should he have written his symphonies and then burnt them? Or should he have done violence to himself and not written them?
          Ludwig Wittgenstein, Culture and Value (67)

Detroit's population has declined from a peak of 2 million in 1950 to less than 700,000 today. Some 25% of its houses are derelict and awaiting demolition. Wild dogs roam its streets and empty highways.

I will visit the Motor City in August.

LSP

VCC & The Motorcycle Hippies

Motorcycle Hippies

Here at the Compound we're always on the lookout for interesting stories, like when a member of one of the Missions was driving across his ranch and saw a commotion in his stock tank. "What's this?" thought the Veteran Crew Chief (VCC), as he drove up for a closer look.

Goofing Off

It was hippies, motorcycle hippies, who'd somehow found their way onto his land, out of their clothes and into the tank. VCR got out of his truck and he just might have cranked a round in his short barreled pistol grip pump. You never know, better safe than sorry when you're looking at a whole tank full of motorcycle hippies.

Getting Dirty

Then, like a prehistoric monster emerging from the primeval slime, the leader of the hippies climbed out of the brackish water. My irenic friend told him they were "welcome to swim but this tank is known 'round here for its snakes." The hippies fled.

Trashing Someone's Land

So just who were these hippies? Most likely some crew chancing it out of Austin; they probably figured they'd trash someone's land for a few days before moving on. Hippies notoriously destroy farmland. Good thing they were caught before it got out of hand!

Born to ride,

LSP