Uncle Joe Has Taken Off!! Hold On For the Ride.

Happy Saturday!

Thank you all for visiting and reading Uncle Joe’s newest adventure, “Uncle Joe and the Eyes Out of the Dark.” Uncle Joe took off like a rocket ship to the moon with a cargo of Samoa cookies for the Milky Way. It was fun to watch.

We are taking off for the mountains. The official leaving temperature in Dallas is 81 F (21 C) and the temperature in Colorado is 34 F (1 C). That is a difference of 47 F (20 C).  I hope I have some warm clothes for the mornings.

Safe travels and enjoy the weather,

Grandpa Jim

“Uncle Joe and the Eyes Out of the Dark” Has Arrived For Your Viewing Excitement!!

A Fantastic Friday to each and every one of you!

Uncle Joe is Here!!

The second Uncle Joe Story, “Uncle Joe and the Eyes Out of the Dark,” is waiting for you to open your eyes, begin reading, grab a cookie and start storytelling someone the latest from the farm.

Did you ever see a cat jump like that? I didn’t know a cat could jump that high.

Read on.

I am grabbing a box of  Samoas from downstairs and getting ready for the day. That reminds me, I have to deliver some more of those cookies to Uncle Joe.

It is a great day.

Enjoy every moment of your’s,

Grandpa Jim

Joe

Publication PS: I couldn’t wait for 9 AM. “Uncle Joe and the Eyes Out of the Dark” arrived on the Home page at 8:38 AM today, June 29, 2012. We are excited here. I hope the excitement has started there.

Uncle Joe #2 Tomorrow!! Get Ready to be Surprised and Startled.

Greetings and Good Thursday Morning!

I just checked the new Uncle Joe Story. It rested well. I made one tweak and let it be. It seems anxious and ready to go. Not quite yet . . .

Tomorrow, at 9 AM sharp, Uncle Joe will walk onto the scene of his next adventure. I hope you can be there with him at the start.

This morning, where I am sitting right now typing, it is 82 degrees Fahrenheit (27.8 degrees Celsius) and will be 102 F (38.9 C) later in the day. In the city in the valley in Colorado below the mountain where I will be staying, it is right now 46 degrees F (7.8 C) heading to the high of 70 degrees F (21.1 C). The present difference between here in Texas and there in Colorado is 36 degrees F (20 C) and will be 32 F (17.8C) at the warmest point of the day. For me, the transition will be somewhat like putting a nice steaming cup of hot chocolate into the refrigerator and taking out a frosty cold glass of chocolate milk. They both look, feel and taste good, but you had better be ready for what is on its way before you take that first sip or you may be startled and surprised.

Have a surprising day, be prepared and don’t be startled — it’s all for fun,

Grandpa Jim

PS: In yesterday’s blog on languishing languages, I realized this morning I did not give you the population and number of languages in the United States. As of the 2011 Census, the population of the U.S. is officially 311,591,917 (about 4.5% of the 7 billion people in the world). Although 311 languages (4.5% of the world’s 7,000 languages) are reported to be spoken the U.S., only 162 native or indigenous “small-town” languages exist within the borders of the Unites States (a contribution of about 2.3% to the world’s language pool). I hope you find these data points interesting and revealing.

With All Those Languages, How Could It Be Quiet?

The new July issue of National Geographic arrived in the mail yesterday. I enjoy Nat’l Geo. When a young relation of my mine has a significant life event, college graduation, marriage, first job, I give them the Geographic for Christmas each year. My list is growing quite long.

It’s not all pictures. Yes, the photographs are outstanding, and with the captions, the pictures are an exciting look-and-read in themselves. But, don’t forget the articles – they are fascinating in content and extremely well written. It’s just that the photos are so over-the-top that I forget and don’t always get to the text.

Last night I did read. I was enthralled by the article “Vanishing Voices” on the disappearance of languages. With the magazine’s indulgence, I will share some facts and make some comments. (For ease of reading and to help with my observations, some numbers have been rounded up or down — see the article for the actual digits.)

Seven billion (7,000.000,000) people are reported to live today on our planet, the Earth, in our galaxy, the Milky Way. Those seven billion people speak seven thousand (7,000) languages. That sounds okay. Each language has quite a number of speakers, on average a million speakers for each way of speaking. But that is not how it is heard in real life.

Half the people, three billion and five hundred million (3,500,000,000), speak the top ten (10) languages. In spoken order, these most enunciated tongues are Chinese (way out in front as #1), followed by Spanish and English (almost tied), then Arabic, Hindi, Bengali, Portuguese, Russian, Japanese and German. These ten loudest forms of speech are heard everywhere around the Globe, carried by the economic clout and wide-ranging influence of their lands of origins.

Almost all the other half of the people on our planet, close to three billion and five hundred million (3,500,000,000), speak half of the remaining languages, three thousand and five hundred (3,500) tongues. That’s about a million voices for each.

But, wait, that still leaves a lot of languages and not many people to speak them?

You are correct. Only about seven million (7,000,000) people, a scant 0.1% of our home world’s population, speak the remaining 3,500 languages, half the languages on our planet. On average, this means only 2,000 people can be heard for each of these 3,500 remaining languages.

Where I come from, a town of 2,000 is a very nice small town. It is not a big town. If the residents of that small town spoke a different language from the bigger nearby towns, not many out-of-towners would visit. Over time, the small town’s young people would leave for better jobs and more fun in the cities. That little town would fade way.

Since 1950, 254 languages have disappeared. They are extinct. Another 1,842 are threatened. One language dies every 14 days. By January 1, 2100, the start of the next Century, 87 years and 7 months from this coming Sunday (check my math), 3,500 languages spoken today will be gone. Half the languages spoken today will be gone.

This is the same as saying that 3,500 small towns, each speaking one of the 3,500 small-town languages, will be uninhabited. They will be ghost towns.

An occasional tourist or history buff will drive down the quiet Main Street and notice the quaint, even unique, architectural touches of the homes and boarded businesses. The visitor will park and walk to the Five-and-Dime. Standing there, the city dweller will wish there was someone to talk to, someone to tell the secrets of that town. Then, our visitor will remember that the residents of that small town spoke a language only they understood. They couldn’t be understood by anyone else. Shaking his head and putting the key into the car door, the driver will stop for a second and listen. What did it sound like? When people yelled “Hello,” kids shouted and merchants gave change and thanked you for visiting, what did it sound like?

Will we ever know?

Grandpa Jim

 

Is the Milky Way a Candy Bar?

Is the Milly Way a candy bar?

Yes and so much more.

In 1923, Frank C. Mars in Minneapolis, Minnesota invented the Milky Way candy bar. Wikipedia says that “It was the first commercially distributed filled chocolate bar.” In the U.S., this tasty treat is made of chocolate-malt nougat topped with caramel and covered with milk chocolate. Outside the U.S., the caramel is left off. Although opinions differ, the official position is that the name and taste were taken from the milkshake not the Earth’s galaxy.

What is the Earth’s galaxy?

Our home planet, the Earth, is part of a larger grouping of stars and planets. This larger grouping is called a galaxy, and it is separated by relatively unpopulated space from other galaxies in the universe. The universe contains all the galaxies and the spaces and miscellanies in, between, among and beyond the galaxiies. In all, it is quite a wonderfully complicated arrangement.

Our home galaxy is called the Milky Way. When we get away from the city lights, the Milky Way arches across the sky as a dim milky band glowing with the light of 200-400  billion stars and at least as many planets. The way or road of the milky band of our many neighboring stars is appropriately called the Milky Way, and it is somehwat the color in the dark night sky of a vanilla milkshake. All the individual stars we see are part of our galaxy, but the massed shimmering band of billions of stars glowing against the black of space is a special treat. It is the Milky Way, it is our galaxy and it is a sight I hope soon to see in the mountains of Colorado.

On the trail this morning, I looked up and saw trees, bushes, dirt, plants and flowers. In that single glance, I stopped and I saw in my mind as many points of matter and light as all the stars in the Milky Way. A mother stopped to adjust a child in a stroller. Watching as I walked by, I realized that in that child’s head are more points of light, energy and thought than all the stars and planets combined in the whole of our galaxy. A runner passed and startled me. I scanned the people moving on both sides of the trail. And, it hit me. We all do. In my head, I heard it again. We all do. We are each more complex, involved and diversified than the entirety of the Milky Way.

It is a great candy bar and a great galaxy, but we are so much more.

Have a bright day and enjoy the light.

Grandpa Jim

Second Fiddling and Mountain Climbing

A marvelous Monday to you all,

What is it like to sleep at 10,000 feet (3,048 meters)? I’ll find out next week. About 30 of my relatives have a cabin in the Colorado Rockies for the 4th of July Holiday. Wi Fi is wired so I will blog, send photos of the terrain and report on the feel of things.

Uncle Joe Story #2 publishes this Friday, no later than 9 AM my time! So, blogging next week will take second fiddle to the excitement of his new adventure.

What does it mean to be “second fiddle?” Wikipedia says that the term “refers to something that plays a secondary role in support of something that plays a more major or leading role.” Good, but where did the phrase come from, what are its origins? Back before the days of DVDs, pods, pads and earbuds, the days when concerts were king and perhaps the only thing, the lead fiddle in the band or first-chair violin in the orchestra received the greatest attention, basked in the limelight and made the most money. The lead fiddle was the rock star of the then music world. The second fiddle waited and hoped, became a doctor on the side to pay the rent and over time did even better than his lead musical friend by advising patients what to expect when traveling to mountainous states.

I will drink plenty of water and go slow the first day. No hiking right out of the chute. I will wait and watch. Altitude sickness or acute mountain sickness (AMS) can affect visitors above 8,000 feet (2,438.4 meters). Most symptoms are mild — minor headache, transitory tiredness or restless sleep. Symptoms improve when you move to a lower level — but wait, my bed is at 10,000 feet!

Whatever happens, I will reach to the keyboard and blog you a note. It will be a second-fiddle post, I know, but that’s okay, I trust Uncle Joe.

Don’t climb too fast, drink plenty of water and enjoy your day — wherever you are,

Grandpa Jim

 

 

Mary Home, Joe Arriving, Pockets Plus, Writers Reading & H2O

I hope you are having a great ending to a great week.

Today is Saturday. It is bright and hot. In the road-side planters, the flowers look gorgeous and thirsty. Irrigation is amazing.

“Mary and the Mud Pie Wedding Reception” is back on the Home page. She felt lonely hidden away in a drop down and dropped a hint. So, she’s back up front.

Uncle Joe arrives with a new story on Friday, the 29th. Start preparing. You never know what to expect from Uncle Joe. My hope is that you will be surprised.

At the Dallas Trade Mart, relatives are in town promoting the Pocket Plus, their new and orginal portable pocket. Take at look at www.thepocketplus.com  In a couple hours, Mary and I will trek down to help out and experience the Mart, which is a huge and intriguing conglomeration of marketers and marketing.

This morning, I attended a local writer’s workshop, an interesting mix of published authors and aspiring writers. Each brought a short selection (no more than 8 pages) which was read aloud by the author and a second time by another attendee. With the author present but not talking, the group then discussed and critiqued the piece. Finally, the author commented on what had been said. It is a good format which worked well, especially when it was clear everyone was there to help the writer and improve the work. Next time, I will bring an Uncle Joe or Mary story for the group to experience — this was my first visit so I wanted to learn the ropes before jumping into the pool.

Water is wonderful. Splash, sip and soak. Beat the heat with H2O.

Grandpa Jim

You Scream, I Scream, For Ice Cream!!!

Ice cream is our favorite dessert.

“You scream, I scream, for ice cream” was a summer cry of the neighborhood kids as we listened for the bell and looked down the street for the ice cream man.

We love the frozen confection. So much so that the average American consumes 23.2 quarts a year.

Let’s visit the origins of this popular summer past-time.

Ice cream was invented about 4,000 years ago in China. On the streets of Peking, iced treats sold from pushcarts. Marco Polo grabbed an icy and introduced the dessert to fourteenth-century Italy. From there, the chilly delight traveled to France for King Henry II’s wedding in 1533. Because ice was hard to store and expensive to keep, ice cream was at this time a costly delectable reserved for royalty. Then, in 1560, it was discovered that if you added a bit of salt to the bath of snow and ice, the ice cream became solidly frozen and more transportable. Ice cream for the masses was on the way.

By 1870, the Italian ice cream vendor or “hokey pokey” man was plying his trade on the streets of London. Hokey pokey was a child’s hearing of the vendor’s cry in Italian, “Ecco in poco” — “Here’s a little.” From there, the hokey pokey man and the street sales of ice cream traveled to the New World, which was hungrily awaiting a taste.

To this point, ice cream was sold in saucers and dishes. Until 1904, at the St. Louis World’s Fair, when an ice cream vendor ran out of dishes. His neighbor vendor reached over a rolled waffle. The purveyor of bowls of ice cream looked hard at that rolled waffle, hesitated a second, scooped a scoop and placed the frozen concoction atop the edible cone. The ice cream cone was born to the joy of the thirteen million fair goers.

Within a decade, one third of all ice cream was consumed in cones. And, it gets even better. In 1920, in Youngstown, Ohio, the “Good Humor Sucker” was invented, the first chocolate-covered vanilla ice cream bar on a stick. With that the hokey pokey man became the Good Humor man and ice cream took off to new realms of presentation and consumption.

A double WOW and a half to ice cream, our favorite sport on a warm summer evening. Think happy thoughts, smack your lips and head to your local good humor stand. It is a tradition with a rich history that we must continue.

Roll your eyes and enjoy that ice cream,

Grandpa Jim

PS: “Mary and the Mud Pie Wedding Reception” is under Mary Stories. Give it a read if you haven’t and another if you have, and don’t miss the song.

PPS: The next Uncle Joe Story is only 7 days away!!!!!!!

 

Uncle Joe Soon, Stay Tuned and Stay Cool!

Hooray for Thursday!

We are now officially in Summer. The meteorologists are cautiously predicting our first 100 degree days, a spate of them, starting with a 102 on Sunday, going to 104 and not dropping below 100 (only to 99) until a week Saturday. Turn down the air, turn up the fan, slow down the stride and pick up a hat.

From the farm, Uncle Joe could use one more rain for the corn, but none is in the forecast. Keep positive rain cloud thoughts in mind.

Speaking of Uncle Joe, he signed off on the next Uncle Joe story. And, I received the final comments from the Content Editor last night, will make a few changes and then send the story to the Copy Editor for one more look. I have two friends with the  good eyes of Proofreaders and I will let them have the final reads. We are on track to post a week from tomorrow, June 29th, at 9:00 AM, if I can wait that long. I think you will learn more about Uncle Joe. So, get ready.

For all you Northern Hemisphereans, stay cool — the heat is upon us, and keep those rain thoughts in mind.

Have a great day,

Grandpa Jim

Happy Summer Solstice!

Today is the Summer Solstice!

At 6:08 PM today, June 20, 2012, in Dallas, Texas, Central Standard Time (CST), the sun will stop heading north, will appear to stop and will start heading south. This is our longest day, with the most sunlight, so enjoy your time in the sun.

I have placed a strip of masking tape as a marker on the dining room window sill where I will stand at sunset over the next days to observe the sunset’s reflection on the edge of the kitchen island to see if I can verify for myself that the sun is in fact moving south and the summer solstice is in fact a true and real event. I call this science in the kitchen.

If you do something similar, do not look directly at the sun. Never look directly at the sun without serious eye protection. You can damage your eyes. Use a point of reflection to make your indirect solar observations.

What is the difference in sunlight from the longest day to the shortest day? Good question. Today in Dallas, we will have 14 hours, 18 minutes and 48 seconds of sun. On December 21, 2012, the winter solstice, we will have 9 hours, 59 minutes and 28 seconds of sun. The difference in daylight is 4 hours, 17 minutes and 56 seconds.

Of course, if you travel north, today is longer as you go. This has to do with the tilt of the Earth and being closer to the sun in the summer when you are tilted closer to the sun.  It is all a bit mystifying to me, but back to our trip north to Anchorage, Alaska. Today, Anchorage will have 22 hours of daylight. On December 21st, Anchorage will only have 5 hours and 28 minutes of sunlight. That’s a difference of 16 hours and 32 minutes of sun time between the solstices. And, If you don’t stop and keep on to Barrow, Alaska, the northernmost city in the U.S., the sun does not set for 84 days straddling the summer solstice. Now, a 84-day-long day may be a bit long for even the most avid fun-in-the-sun fans.

Have a sunny day and check out how long your day will be today,

Grandpa Jim