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Fort Stevens (place)

2013-06-19T07:39:25Z

Fort Stevens, Oregon

Located at the mouth of the Columbia River, Fort Stevens is one of two military fortifications that were named for the first Washington Territorial Governor, Brigadier General Isaac Ingalls Stevens who was killed September 1, 1862 in the Battle of Chantilly, Virginia. Initially named Fort at Point Adams, it was renamed in 1865 to honor General Stevens.

Along with the Post at Cape Disappointment (later renamed Fort Canby) on the Washington side of the river, it was constructed to protect the area from the threat of invasion by pro-confederate English forces from Canada. Although the fort was built during the height of the Civil War, it was not actually completed until one day prior to General Leeâs surrender at Appomattox Court House on April 9, 1865.

The original nine-sided earthen fort was formed in the shape of a wide ravelin arrowhead with its salient point aimed towards the River. It was…

Good Guys (opinion)

2013-06-13T14:16:38Z

You've probably seen this scenario played out a hundred times in cop shows:

The cops want to enter a bad guy's house, but don't have a warrant. Cop 1: "Hey, did you hear someone inside call for help?" (wink, wink). Cop 2: "Yeah. Yeah I'm sure I heard a cry for help!" They kick in the door and storm in with guns drawn.

Most people don't even bat an eye at this because of course these characters are the "good guys" and so the end justifies the means.

The fine folks at the NSA are undoubtedly…

February 1, 2013 (log)

2013-02-01T02:28:17Z

Marketing psychology is just so interesting. One of my Facebook friends (more of a workplace acquaintance really) shared a photo link which has been bugging me. It is from a site called âSouthern Boyz Outdoorsâ (and their page is pretty much what one might expect from an organization so-named) and depicts a woman dressed in black, with three young children clinging to her. She is standing in an affluent-looking neighborhood, next to a large pickup or SUV. Her face appears determined, she is aiming a handgun directly at the viewer of the photograph, and the caption states: âWHEN RUNNING AWAY IS NOT AN OPTION.â

What is the most likely scenario when running away would NOT be…

James C. Christensen (person)

2012-12-18T04:19:12Z

James Calvin Christensen, born 26 September 1942 to Harry and Sybil (Hill) Christensen, was raised in Culver City, California. His family lived just a few blocks from the MGM studio, and he often played with friends on the back lots of the studioâs movie sets which may have helped fire his imagination.

He studied at Santa Monica City College, UCLA and Brigham Young University, but interrupted his studies to serve on a mission in Uruguay for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. After returning to Utah he received his MA from BYU, and was a professor there for over 20 years.

A popular and award-winning artist, he is probably most well-known for his whimsical and surrealistic fairy tale figures. Many of his extravagantly over-dressed characters have elongated noses and chins, and one of his standard figures is the hunch-backed âeverymanâ who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. …

Applesauce Fruitcake (recipe)

2012-11-27T03:42:07Z

The ubiquitous Christmas Fruitcake: It is typically dense and baked in a loaf pan (therefore shaped like a brick and heavy enough to serve as a doorstop), usually served in very thin slices (so thankfully one doesnât have to ingest too much if forced to eat it out of politeness), crammed with nuts and dried fruit (by what stretch of the imagination are hard candied bits of citrus PEELâthe stuff you throw away when youâre eating an orange!âand translucent flavorless bright GREEN cherries considered fruit?), and is sometimes presented to family and friends during the Yuletide season (the giftâor regiftâthat says âI really donât like you very much.â)

In the middle ages fresh food was so hard to come by that having some withered pieces of dried fruit in the…

While the Angels Blindly Stared (fiction)

2012-10-31T05:18:15Z

The pale young man stretched across the slab of black marble was motionless, a forearm thrown over his eyes to block the slanting rays of the sun. Over him hovered an angel, her wings folded and head bowed in sorrow. Both seemed oblivious to the corpse-like figure which was shambling towards them with a stiff, lumbering gait.

The black suit the creature wore seemed ancient and was liberally streaked with filth, and its gray hair was adorned with twigs, moss and dirt. Loose strips of putrefying skin seemed ready to fall off a face which was a mottled shade of pasty gray and green. Turning a pair of rheumy-looking, unfocused eyeballs on the young man, it stumbled forward with arms outstretched, emitting low and obscene grunting noises. âBrains! Must eat brains!â it groaned.

The figure on the marble tombstone leapt to his feet. âWhere the fuck have you been Tyler?…