You will note that the extended caption provides some interesting data to work with, so we will!
Let's start with the output of the giant solar array costing over a third of a million bucks, 64,000 kw/year. BTW, it was this figure that led me, at the breakfast table, to reach for my calculator. Power figures are rarely quoted in yearly form. 64,000/365 = 175.34246 KW per day, but let's divide again to get an hourly rate: 175.34246/24 = 7.3059358, which we will round off to 7.31 KWH. That's not much electricity. A modern home uses about that much in moderate demand periods.
Would we build a $366,600 solar array on our home to provide 7.31 KWH in electricity? Probably not. I have an acquaintance in Phoenix who built a 5.0 KWH array on his home, complete with a large battery-storage system AND a whole-house-capable inverter, for under $30,000. Since it takes a bit more array to give those results in these northerly climes, let's say that a comparable household array to the featured one could be built for $50K. That's less than one-seventh the cost of this one.
But, let's say we are not going to do solar at all, we just want to provide 7.31 KWH. What does that cost? Hint: it doesn't cost $5000, as the paper quoted. It would if that were Residential rates, but Tri-Met doesn't pay Residential Rates, they probably pay Large Non-residential rates. Those rates are considerably less, and that 64K-KWH would then cost $3,712 before any rebates, and as a Government, there is a rebate. I would have had these exact figures, but Tri-Met has taken it's Budget figures off the 'Net.
So, to save $3712 per year, Tri-Met has just erected a solar array which, at today's rates, will not pay for itself for almost 99 years! Now I somehow doubt that the service life of that solar array is 99 years, probably 30 at the most.
So, this whole endeavor is a giant waste of taxpayer cash, in this case, BUSINESS taxpayer cash, since businesses are the only ones taxed for Tri-Met.
Just in case you want some figures on what YOU could generate this electricity for, if you go to Harbor Freight (yes, I know you call it something else), you can buy a 45-watt solar panel for $150 on sale. To make 7.31 KW, you will need 163 of them, so $24,450. Then you would have to buy the electric stuff to tie it all together and store the power for the dark hours, say another $10K, then probably $15K to put it all up, so our original figure of $50 is about right.
Let's go to Northern Tool instead, and buy an 18KW Briggs & Stratton generator which runs on Natural Gas. It will set you back under $5K, and the switch and installation another $2K. It uses 141 cu/ft/hr (3.53 therms) of natural gas at half-power of 9 KWH, and that gas will cost you about $4.17 to make that 9 KWH, or $3.38 for 7.31 KWH, not including the cost of amortizing the generator.
Since Tri-Met will have to replace that solar array twice, the power generated will also cost triple. Even assuming the subsequent installations will cost the same (unlikely), that makes the cost of the power equal 16 cents per KWH, vice the 5.8 cents the electric utility charges (before discounts). Still think solar is a bargain?
The point of all this math is that "green" doesn't add up. This "feel-good" project by Tri-Met should never have been built, and an entire political structure needs to stand up and be heard on stopping this expensive, runaway "Green Train".
The same medicine, Coricidin, which helps control the histamines my body generates during this URI makes me not want to blog, since it dulls the mind somewhat. It's been all I can do to muster up the concentration to do a few business functions at the computer.
Yes, I missed Thursday Thuds, but I have a treat for you today: something to wash out the eyes with.
Breitbart TV did this little video presentation on the Patriot Guard Riders, and he chose the Oregon Division, and used the Willamette National Cemetery as a backdrop. It's excellent cinematography, makes it's political point well, and for me, a bonus: it's a fine video record of the place most of the Veteran members of my family are buried.
Secure a box of tissues close by, and use full-screen, this is shot in 1080p.
If I had a Hog, or anything resembling a big bike, I'd be riding for the Patriot Guard. If you have a Hog, you should already be riding for them.
Yep, the Christmas cold. Probably unavoidable when you have the whole fandamily in the house for Christmas Eve, serve them a feast, hold hands, play games and clean up afterwards.
Too bad, I had some business affairs to attend to today, but I'm moping around here with Easter-colored grundge coming out of my sinuses...Coricidin (the FIRST cold-symptom relief medication, and still the best) has it mostly handled.
Local evening nuze last night did a story on parents who fear vaccinations for their children, but somehow went their children to have immunity from common childhood diseases, so they're throwing "pox parties".
At the pox party, a child with active Chicken Pox is introduced to the kids who don't have it, and they play together such that there is sure to be body-fluid exchange (kiss or touch or share food). Another form of the Pox Party is for the parent of the kid with chicken pox to go out and buy a box of lollipops, open each one, and have the infected kid lick them all, then wrap them back up and send them (in this case, via the US Mail, which was a felony) to the parents who wanted their kids to get the chicken pox.
Here's the problem with this sort of "folk doctoring".
First of all, it's completely medically unsupervised. The child who is passing along the pox might have a secondary infection of a horrible kind, and pass that along, as well as the pox.
Second of all, the parents who expose their kids to the (unknown and probably undiagnosed) disease of another kid have no clue what the problems might be when their kid develops the disease. Their kid might be immuno-compromised, and the pox might kill their kid (or maybe the secondary infection will).
Third, the dosage of the agent is completely uncontrolled, and it's medically and morally wrong to give any drug to a patient if you can't control the drug or the dosage. To be fair, I should point out that the use of smoked Medical Marijuana also disregards this rule (to the utter stupidity of the medical Establishment, some of which supports it).
OK,'Dawg, what's YOUR remedy for parents who far vaccinations but want their kid naturally exposed to these kiddy-diseases?
I'm glad you asked, Mister Muse, but I would have told you anyway.
Suck it up, parents, control your irrational fears, and take that kid in for it's shots.
End of story.
Oh wait, not quite the end. The government ought to prosecute those who have violated actual LAWS by deliberately spreading this disease. Yes, send some of those "No vaccinations" mommies to the hoosegow. Especially the ones who work up the Pox Parties, but every parent involved in this cockamamie scheme gets a negative file on them in the Children's Services Division for phsically abusing their kid(s).
This isn't about politics. It's about having the smarts to properly raise kids, and not threaten their very existance with your idiot scheming. If you aren't smart enough to raise a kid without jeopardizing it's existance, you shouldn't be a parent. In THAT respect, the State DOES have an interest in your parenting, a moral interest as well as a legal interest.
...when asked about our guns by someone who has no right to know that information, we gave disinformation instead?
Now, the disinformation most would advocate is to understate gun ownership. I've done that, I know lots of gunnies who've done that. When artfully done, it isn't even lying: "I have a few guns for hunting..." Note that you're not saying what you hunt....
Let's look at all sides, though.
What if we faced that same nosy person and instead of UNDERstating, we OVERstated: "I've got lots of guns. One can't have too many of them, you know. I've got guns for hunting game, guns for personal defense, and guns for defense of the Nation, if it ever came to that. Why do YOU ask?" "What guns do I have? I'd be delighted to give you a list, but I've never written that list up, it would take too long, and I'd much rather spend the time shooting some of those guns on the range, followed by spending my time maintaining them properly." "How much ammunition do I have? Well, that's hard to say, I guess it would depend on your definition of 'much' "
I saved the best for last. When pestered by someone to identify your collection, you say, "I have an extensive gun collection, one which contains guns of all types and descriptions which it is legal for me to own. As to ammunition for those guns, I have an ample supply. My supply of ammunition is sufficient to last me the rest of my lifetime should ammunition become in short supply for one reason or another. Don't YOU stock more than one roll of toilet paper in your house? Doesn't your pantry have more than one can of food in it?"
Of course, these expansive answers might lead to more questions, which can then be answered in a similar vein, "Where ARE all these guns and this supply of ammunition? Well, it's really not a good idea to keep all that in one place, is it? Remember what happened to General Short's Army Air Corps air fleet on Hickam Field, December 7th, 1941? I learn from mistakes that others have made, don't YOU?"
Yeah, I wonder what would happen if we were more open about our guns....
H/T to a thread on the Kel-Tec Owner's Group on Yahoo! Groups.
...are whacky abuses of the English language, but hopefully, have SOME modicum of redeeming humor in them.
Krohn's Capitalism: A condition wherein the subject has a shitty economic outlook. Synonymous Doofynition: Obama Capitalism. Not to be cornfused with "Crony Capitalism", that mysterious economic system that the OWS crowd claims to have identified as the root of all economic evil, but somehow, that same OWS crowd can't seem to pin the definition down to the point that it doesn't cover ALL economic activity, even in Holy Socialist nations.
Yes, in nations now or formerly ruled by the British Crown, the day after Christmas is Boxing Day, which officially recognized the old feudal doctrine of "Noblesse Oblige", a French term for "The duty of the Nobility (to take care of their servants)."
Noblesse Oblige was still being practiced in the dying embers of the British Empire when my Dad was stationed in London, England in 1954 to work for the Navy. As a senior U.S. Naval Officer, he was very well-paid by Brit standards of the day, in the top 3% of all salaries in the UK. Consequently, we had some hired help around our rented house, which was an historic "cottage" that King Charles the Second had built for one of his mistresses out in what was the countryside at the time, but by 1954, was near Central London (South Kensington).
Dad threw many parties at Pelham Cottage, as did later occupants. I remember the crew of barmen and waiters that showed up, time after time, in their best dress, to serve the food, much of it catered by Harrod's, a fine department store one subway stop away, or a short drive, or even a long walk.
Then there was the gardener, "Mr. Tilly" we called him, although I think his real name was Tilby. Then our daily maid, Mrs. Purtell, who brought her whole family over for the Boxing Day celebration.
Boxing Day is a reverse-role thing, so we served food and drink to these employees and their families, and gave them presents.
It was all quite nice, but it is part of the dead-and-gone, past-greatness of the UK now.
Classism of the type still practiced in England while I was there, 1954-1956, was a thing now to be reviled, but there WAS order in the society then which is missing now...
BTW, the event he spoke of in the poem, taking up a young, suddenly-orphaned girl and taking her home, that has actually happened, and I was a part of it.
I don't remember the Winter day now, it's been 25 years and I shredded all those Patrol notebooks long ago, but I was on patrol on Dog Watch (6pm-4am), and there was a terrible car crash out in the East County. Initially, I wasn't assigned, but as I listened to the dispatch calls, two patrol units went Code Three, then a Sergeant, then two Fire/First Aid companies, then the dreaded call for the Medical Examiner (Coroner) came from the crash scene.
I went about my patrol duties in my own District, but noted some interesting radio by-play about the crash call, involving passing of numbers for calls to the District Attorney, the Juvenile Court, the Children's Services Division. Eventually, I finished my shift, having gotten no closer to the call than some highway-blocking duty, for just a few minutes until a Reserve unit could relieve me.
As I turned in my shift paperwork to the Dog Watch Sergeant, I asked him about Deputy Stellato, who had gotten the original call for the crash, but had not been seen on duty, or heard on the radio since.
"He's on Family Leave" was the Sergeant's curt reply. I got curious. "Did one of his kids get sick?" I asked. "No", said the Sergeant, "he just got a new Foster child." The grizzled old Road Sergeant didn't want to talk about it, but he looked up from his stack of paper long enough for me to see HIS eyes were wet, "The couple who just died in that wreck left a little girl at home, and Stellato volunteered to foster the little girl, and it's all been handled properly."
Well, this hardened 'Nam combat vet, 8-year Road Deputy got a sudden lump in his throat. I still can't think about that night without tearing up.
Andy Stellato died this year, some sort of nervous-system disease, ALS maybe, and I went to his funeral, of course (he was a Police Academy classmate of mine). The Pastor related this vignette of his life, and most of the Deputies who were with Andy that ugly night were there to wish him Godspeed.
May God speed you about your Life on Earth, and welcome you Home when you leave it, but fear not in the meanwhile, there are always some stout men and women wearing Deputy's Stars to handle the rough stuff for you.
H/T to the Patriot Padre, who's spent some time behind a badge himself, including pulling MY bacon out of the fire on a dark night in a rough barfight.