How to win war on drugs

Joshua (a computer): "A strange game. The only winning move is not to play. How about a nice game of chess?" (Wargames 1983).

The war on drugs has gone on longer than Afghanistan, and its not been much of a success either, and our DOJ wants to restart the war in earnest.  Here's the most obvious outcome of the war on drugs, incarceration rate in the USA has put us in 1st or 2nd place world wide.  Sorry this is 10 years out or date, USA now has an incarceration rate of nearly 700/100,000 people, good for 2nd place world wide.  An arrow marks the beginning of the war on drugs. 

As it turns out like with alcohol, prohibition just doesn't work, and for very good economic reasons.  See here for an explanation.  So why do we play this game?  S  

Iceland gets it; takes action.

Like most of the world, Iceland is watching the United States of America with growing concern. President Trump won the election in part by blowing demagogic dog whistles so loud even racist German Shepherds across the Atlantic could hear. Many in Iceland wondered if he could’ve won without the support of conservative churches and their faith-based flocks hoping for the biblical apocalypse?

The answer is obvious.

Prime Minister Andrew Kanard touted the IPDA while soaking in one of the many hot springs the country enjoys:

We in Iceland value our relationship with the United States of America. It is a great nation with a history they should be proud of. Currently, however, they seem to off whatever medication their doctor prescribed for them. Iceland wishes to support our friend in need. In that spirit, we are sending teachers over there to educate and assist rural communities infected with ignorance and superstition. What we will not do is allow ourselves to be invaded by that ignorance and superstition which is propagated by televangelists.

Read more here.  Too bad Iceland only has 300,000 people; they'll never get enough educational missionaries to make a difference.
As a measure of how bad things are, TPP didn't grok that this was satire until the missionary thing.   
 

 

 

A new ginkgophyte!

Wow, a new ginkgophyte.  Of course most plant lovers know the Ginkgo, Ginkgo biloba, the only living species of gickgophyte.  For those of you who still don't know your plant fossils all that well, gymnosperms were much more diverse in days past, which makes the job of finding flowering plant ancestors all the more difficult.  But the Ginkgophytes were certainly more diverse and this fossil makes them even more diverse than before, not because it's brand new, but because the preservation is so good you get a much better sense of the plant itself.  Zip over to the In Defense of Plants blog for a look-see and say hi to Umaltolepis.

Friday Fabulous Flower - It's red, really red.

This is usually not the type of plant TPP grows, mostly.  It's common in more tropical climes, it's an annual, but seeds itself in fairly easily.  But it attracts hummingbirds!  OK even a rocket scientist could probably tell a botanist that this is a morning glory.  Trumpet shaped flower on a twining vine.  It has a number of common names, but TPP has heard it called cypress vine, cardinal flower, and cardinal creeper mostly.  Cardinal flower is out because red lobelia is called that.  Cypress?  Don't see the connection, but there you go.  This is Ipomea quamoclit, the same genus as sweet protato, which you may not have known was a morning glory.  This vine doesn't have huge flowers, about an inch across, but they definitely are red, and who doesn't want more hummingbirds.  Our friends in OK gave up on feeders and grow this vine instead. The highly dissected leaves have always seemed rather interesting too. So fix up something 6-8 feet tall for it to climb on and grow this little vine. It's for the birds, hmm.

Take your favorite bar along

Isn't this the cutest thing?  A mini-bar that you can rent for private functions, although it would be cool as a road-side stand too.  Probably break every liquor law around, so keeping it private makes sense.  This is actually the Hello Penny Bar and it operates in the San Diego area.  
TPP likes the idea of wheeling this into his garden and setting it up for business the next time 100 or so of our close intimate friends get invited over for a function, like Mrs. Phactor's retirement party.  A friend has a wood-fired pizza oven on a trailer that he rents for parties.  This could be his next venture, and he wouldn't have to stoke the fire several hours ahead of time to have it ready to go. Sorry forgot the image at first.

Who hung compact disks in my hedge?

It was a humid morning.  The sun was finally up high enough to begin shining through the tree canopy and into the hedge, and looky, looky!  A couple of dozen silvery compact disks seemingly hung randomly around.  A bit of closer inspection and they turned out to be highly regular orb spider webs, wet with dew, and reflecting the sunlight.  Ordinarily webs are pretty hard to see and in the tropics TPP has been clothes-lined by spider webs many times.  This may take some explanation.  Back in the old days of less energy consumption, "the wash", i.e., washed clothes were hung outside on clothes lines to dry.  And the lines were not very high, and so maybe you forgot as you ran through your yard, or the neighbors yard, never mind why you were running there at night, there was a good reason, and then one of these clothes lines would catch you right across the neck, and you would be on your back looking up at the sky, thus the expression. It was worse if you were riding a bicycle.  And later you find out the line was deliberating strung across a yard to take care of those "derned kids", any kids other than your own angels, who rode across their yards at night.

It takes a lot of energy to build such a nice insect trap as a web, so from the spiders point of view, you don't want some bird to come ripping through the hedge and  destroy your web.  This also may explain why so many webs were sort of clustered together, so they are more conspicuous. In the tropics the big orb building spiders were called bird-eating spiders because feathers would be found in webs where some small bird having flown into a substantial web would lose a feather although probably not their life (they were big spiders, at least the females, but not that big.).  There actually is a bird-eating spider, but of the tarantula type and not an orb-weaver.  Appropriately enough when cooked they are said to "taste like chicken".  
Our local orb webs all seemed pretty intact and highly regular indicating little if any prey of other damage so far.  At any rate these predators were left undisturbed to do their jobs.

Lawns are a soul-crushing timesuck and most of us would be better off without them

How did TPP miss this article as it so clearly reflects his lawn philosophy in so few words "a soul-crushing timesuck".  You have to like a phrase that succinct.  Here's the article.  Something like 1,9% of the USA's land surface is planted to turf grass.  Or as my lawn currently demonstrates, crab grass can take over from turf grasses.  It's actually awful because of all the seeds. So ha, ha, our lawn is mostly not turf grass, but other species.  

Little minds focus on smallest details

A small article caught TPP's attention. The WH via the Dept of the Interior has rescinded an Obama era ban on plastic water bottle in National Parks.  The Phactors were looking to buy a bottle of water for a hike, an over sight for certain, but none were for sale, although very nice souvenir aluminium bottles were available as was a filling station, so we were good, and mildly impressed that our National Parks were so forward thinking.  And not a single discarded water bottle was seen on any of the many trails we walked.  But now that rule has been rescinded.  It takes really small minds to focus on the smallest details.  How petty can you get?  Any bottled water CEOs involved?  No question this will help make our country great again.  Thanks, to the WaPo and Treehugger. Sounds like time to write the Secretary of the Interior.  
 

Weed of the week - ragweed

Your eyes may have just started to water just looking at these images of giant ragweed. The plants can reach 7-8 feet tall easy and a local walking/bicycling trail goes through a virtual gully of them just now coming into bloom. There are so many flowers they'll leave a yellow dusting of haploid males (pollen) on the ground.  Woe be to any allergic people who hazard this gauntlet.  Both the common and giant ragweeds are easy enough to recognize, but they are usually ignored in the spring when they are more easily controlled by mowing them down or whacking them out, or by herbicide application in the spring or early summer.  Too late now.  The smaller common ragweed showed up in an older blog and you will notice the highly lobed leaves that Linnaeus thought resembled wormwood, thus Ambrosia artemisiifolia.  Notice that the giant ragweed has three lobed leaves Ambrosia trifida (shown above) and the flowers are not showy at all because it's wind pollinated, so the co-flowering goldenrod gets the blame for hayfever. The flowers shown are just prior to flowering.  How long can you hold your breath?  

Friday Fabulous Flower - Phlox

This is not a wild phlox, but it is not a typical whimpy cultivar either; it resists powdery mildew and all the cultivars tried in this garden don't except for the spring native P. divaricata.  This plant survived a "weedy" attempt by the former owners to have a prairie and it is a big old thing reaching 5 feet tall with substantial stems and big showy panicles of pink flowers.  With the narrow tubes and small corolla opening this is without question a butterfly flower; phlox is a must for any butterfly gardens.  Bumblebees steal nectar from the bases of the corolla tubes. It makes itself at home and makes the late summer garden rather colorful.  If this strikes any of you as any thing in particular, let us know.  A few plants have pale pink flower, but most are this shocking pink.