I have, o late,
indulged in a little spadewerk m’seth;
took a 200 mm Cyclone 642807 Garden Spade
to a hump (auzm – levelling Endeavour Humps a bit at a time…) left from t’ removal o a previously extant tree

then went about t’ back yard cutting the throats
o those loathsome weeds…

But I digress…

Pursuant to the subject o’ holes,

I give unto you

Operation Chariot

a 1958 US Atomic Energy Commission proposal to construct an artificial harbor at Cape Thompson on the North Slope of Alaska by burying and detonating a string of nuclear devices.

[There was] a general atmosphere and attitude that the American people could not be trusted with the uncertainities, and therefore the information was withheld from them. I think there was concern that the American people, given the facts, would not make the right risk-benefit judgments.

Ntheless, explosives do have their place.

Common uses for explosives which do not disrupt the lives o Eskimos:

* Breaking concrete and rock.
* Removing trees and stumps.
* De-silting and defoliating dams and drains.
* Eradicating rabbit warrens.
* Blowing ditches and trenches.
* Cutting drums for buckets. [wha?]
* Blowing post holes.
* Roadworks and Construction.
* Steel Hardning and Shapening [sic - somebody is missing fingers!]

EXPLOSIVES Safe, Effective, Economical.

Blessings,

Le Rev Dr

Explosive Hits ‘74 was on High Rotation in our classroom.

Alas, ‘74 was A Year of Dross:

Carl Carlton “Everlasting Love”

John Denver “Annie’s Song”

New Seekers “You Won’t Find Another Fool Like Me”

Paper Lace “Billy Don’t Be A Hero”

Terry Jacks “Seasons In The Sun”

Ray Stevens “The Streak”

New England Conservatory Ragtime Ensemble “The Entertainer”

Ross Ryan “I Am Pegasus”

Charles Aznavour “She”

Lynyrd Skynyrd, “Sweet Home Alabama”
A subtly funky and elegant Southern-rock hymn that boasted an arrangement which made boogie sound like its own weird chamber music.

Ntheless, ‘74 did throw up some gems:

Steely Dan, “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number”
The Dan’s mixture of jazz-inflected pop sophistication and seedy, caustically ironic lyricism had finally come into its own by ‘74, resulting in a song as quietly intriguing (or shocking) as “Brokeback Mountain.” “You don’t even know your mind,” sneers the main character in trying to convince a friend to walk on the wild side. (The spelling “Rikki” was a clever way of making the object of affection seem female.)

Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia

The Conversation

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Young Frankenstein/Blazing Saddles

Average White Band “AWB”

Paul McCartney and Wings “Band On The Run”

Abba “Waterloo”

Stevie Wright “Evie (Part One)”

Carl Douglas “Kung Fu Fighting”

Barry White “You’re The First, The Last, My Everything”

among other thangs…

Blessings,

Le Rev Dr

Every now and then, when ennui stares me down, i take to staring right back. At these times i like to delve into the TROUGH: Rock’n'Roll, 1974-75. I go for the Cleveland stuff, maybe the Dolls, Television, that sort of thing. Were these gents about that early? Should i tip them too into the TROUGH? Because, i ftruth be known, i think the reason i have hithertoo ignored both is that they are associated w the TROUGH, even though this highlights the irrationality of my argument.

we do aim to please.

Blessings,

Le Rev Dr

Don’t get me wrong – i myself have some fondness for holes; indeed, i have on occasion dabbled in hole creation, albeit on a minor scale, and i don’t doubt i will again in the future indulge in a little spade- and shovel-work.

I like to use a Spear & Jackson # 5 stainless spade for my basic digging and follow-up, progressively, with a Cyclone Digging and Shifting Round Mouth – the 280 mm, not the 285 – and then with a Medalist Long Handle Square Mouth Shovel.

And then i like to drink James Squire Amber Ale and admire my work.

I long to be given access to high explosives, but alas, it appears this will never be.

Yours in echo…

I was physically sick after leaving The Peace Museum.

Then I made a couple of cranes

then went over to The Genbaku Dome to think for a while.

Black Rain (黒雨) made me cry many times.

may our Gods forgive us

Le Rev Dr

I prefer *our* Oppie by far – the wind whipping past his unshaven shins, navy singlet and boxer-style baggy shorts served to remove the stench of hypocrisy.

Feynman didn’t think much o him either…

Still, there is a Badge o’ Honour that comes with being persecuted by by J. Edgar “Taffeta Pants” Hoover…

Teller, on t’other hand, was a fucking nasty opportunistic arsehole who should’ve been mopped up in Kristallnacht. ‘Twas his idea to blast a fucking big hole in Alaska to make a new harbour… AND THEY AGREED! AMAZING!

[NOT SURE THIS LINK WORKS:] works now!

http://deputy-dog.com/2007/09/7-amazing-holes.html

Blessings,

Le Rev Dr

PS: have the guys twigged to the relationship between digging fucking big holes and the prevalence o earthquakes?

PPS: were y’invited to Diggers & Dealers this year? That pool table thang last year may’ve been influential…

Some people are seriously dedicated to the design, manufacture and distribution of holes.