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I was informed about a cool site called “MapCrunch” that takes you to a random Google Maps Street View Image with a single click ‘o the mouse, so I took it for a quick spin.
I ended up traveling North on the Bumthang-Ura Highway in Bhutan and decided to see what was around the corner. (Click on any image below for detail.)
Looks pretty, clean and quiet, paved road, dogs, no graffiti and snakes on the roof. Yeah, I could live there, and what could be better than living in the sticks and having a King named Jigme Wangchuck?
[h/t Baffled Baboon]
Yep. There they are.
No one can stop thin king. The entire concept is awesome, because when you squint your eyes you can see a small dog squatting in your mother’s flowerbed. The image is copyrighted, just like every other scribble you’ve ever seen on the internest.
“…Sophie ankle-biting kikmi dog nipping my ankles as I step out my own front door and laughing as she poops on my own front porch and laughing the way a kikmi dog does knowing that she doesn’t live here and is too small to send flying to the curb with the quick broadside of a boot – until now.”
©2015 Bunk Strutts
Day / Month / Year; Hour: Minute: Second.
Date + Time palindrome.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEEPS!
[Update: 2015 in binary is a numerical palindrome: 11111011111.]
No, he’s not whistling songs to the fishes. He’s drinking water containing dead microscopic animal carcasses so that he can conserve his stash of Evian. Very cool.
This eco-friendly guy is demonstrating how to properly use a “Life Straw,” a water filtration device that, in an emergency, allows one to drink up to 264 gallons of water without getting amoebic dysentery or other nastiness that flourishes in non-chlorinated water. In order to use the device, one must lay prone on the muddy bank of a polluted stream, fetid pool, or on the tarmac next to an oil-laced pothole, and just stick it in and suck it up.
Apparently you’re not allowed to use a collapsible camping cup to scoop up the filthy polluted disease-laden water. You gotta get down and do it like the slugs and snails while keeping your watch dry. (After all, you gotta know what time you’re going to be dehydrated, rignt?)
Generally, if you drink enough fluid so that you rarely feel thirsty and your urine is colorless or light yellow — and measures about 6.3 cups (1.5 liters) or more a day if you were to keep track — your fluid intake is probably adequate.
That’s from the Mayo Clinic website. So assuming you keep track of your piss volume, 264 gallons of fresh water = 1,056 quarts = 2,112 Pints = 4,224 cups. 4,224 cups /6.3 cups /day = 670.5 days worth of water. That’s almost 2 years of clean water for only $19.95. Damn cheap, and you could lap out of every toilet bowl you ran across without fear of turning into a dog.
The question is, who wanders so far away from civilization that they would need 2 years of fresh water for a hiking trip? Maybe they brought a friend with them and reduced the supply by half. Bring more friends, and they better bring their own.
On the other hand, if the product filters like it’s supposed to, at $20 US a pop (excuse me, $19.95 + Shipping & Handling for non-indigenous hikers lost for a couple of years in the bush) there should be no 3rd World people that can’t afford it… until you realize that many are living on pennies a day because their governments won’t allow them to do otherwise, assuming they even have governments.
This product, although it is little more than an overpriced equivalent to chlorine tablets, or to scooping water out of a bog and boiling the hell out of it in a pot, is aimed at people like Mister Mudsucker above.
I love EnvironMentalCapitalism. =D
P.S. The link doesn’t say if it works on water from the garden hose.
[Update: Apparently potable water purification tablets are a lot more expensive per gallon than this device, and you’d still have to strain the muck from the water at some point during treatment; however, if you drop that sucking thingy into the pool of filth, I guess you’d have to sanitize it in boiling water anyway.]
There’s a bizarre history to that familiar song credited to The McCoys, and it traces to Dorothy Sloop of Steubenville Ohio who became a New Orleans singer and piano player with the stage name “Sloopy.” The song was originally recorded by The Vibrations in 1963, predating the McCoys’ version:
So how did a 60s soul group from LA decide to sing about a girl who moved to New Orleans?
“Sloopy” was Dorothy Sloop, a Bourbon Street piano player. Born Sept. 26, 1913, in Steubenville, she performed at a New Orleans nightspot under the stage name Sloopy.
‘Hang on Sloopy’ was written by Bert Russell Berns and Wes Farrell, two New York City songwriters. Berns also wrote The Isley Brothers and Beatles hit Twist and Shout. Farrell went on to become the musical brains behind the Partridge Family.
The song was originally recorded as My Girl Sloopy by the Los Angeles R&B vocal group the Vibrations. It debuted in April 1964 in the Top 40 of the Billboard pop chart, where it spent five weeks and reached No. 26.
A rock version, ‘Hang on Sloopy,’ was recorded by the McCoys, a Dayton garage band led by Celina native Rick Zehringer. Locally, the band was known as Rick and the Raiders, but it changed its name to avoid confusion with chart-toppers Paul Revere and the Raiders. Hang On Sloopy debuted in September 1965 in the Top 40 of the Billboard pop chart, where it spent 11 weeks and reached No. 1.
Rick Zehringer later changed his name to Rick Derringer and became one of the top rock guitarists and producers of the 1970s. He recorded with the Edgar Winter Group and scored a 1974 solo hit with Rock and Roll, Hootchie Koo. [More at this source]
“Dixie” Fasnacht operated a bar called Dixie’s Bar of Music on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. It was there that Dorothy’s acquaintance and co-writer of “Hang On Sloopy” Bert Berns-Russell found the inspiration for the song. During problems with the sound equipment and a crowd getting rowdy, he heard a regular call out to her “Hang on, Sloopy!” [Source]
I couldn’t find a recording of either Dottie Sloop or Yvonne “Dixie” Fasnacht, but there has to be a copy of the album in someone’s basement somewhere. One more piece of trivia: Ohio is the only State to have an Official State Rock Song.
The Best Damn Band In The Land adopted “Hang On Sloopy” as a signature song for the times when OSU was down a few points, and their a capella version is classic.
Have a great holiday weekend, folks.