User Profile: VibeMan

Member Since: November 18, 2011


  • April 21, 2014 at 12:12am

    We own a triplex in a small city. We do this for new renters, except the gift card, and we tell the current renters to say hello and get to know the new neighbors. We also try to introduce them to the family that lives next door. Since we are not there all of the time, they watch out for our place. We give them gift cards and fresh Panera bagels for helping watch our house. Recently, the neighbor left his door open while out of town, and the guys in our triplex closed things up and kept checking on the house.

    It is in a college town. When signing the lease, my wife will go over every paragraph in the lease and ask if they understand it. She tells them that this is very likely the first business contract they have made as an adult and we expect they will understand that this is an adult responsibility. We do not treat them like children and several have told us that we were the first people to ever treat them as responsible adults.

  • April 1, 2014 at 12:09am

    And Death didn’t say a word,
    But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse,
    And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides,
    And out and down he rode,
    Through heaven’s pearly gates,
    Past suns and moons and stars; on Death rode,
    Leaving the lightning’s flash behind;
    Straight down he came.
    While we were watching round her bed,
    She turned her eyes and looked away,
    She saw what we couldn’t see;
    She saw Old Death.
    She saw Old Death Coming like a falling star.
    But Death didn’t frighten Sister Caroline;
    He looked to her like a welcome friend.
    And she whispered to us: I’m going home,
    And she smiled and closed her eyes.
    And Death took her up like a baby,
    And she lay in his icy arms,
    But she didn’t feel no chill.
    And death began to ride again–
    Up beyond the evening star,
    Into the glittering light of glory,
    On to the Great White Throne.
    And there he laid Sister Caroline
    On the loving breast of Jesus.
    And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,
    And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
    And the angels sang a little song,
    And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
    And kept a-saying:
    Take your rest,
    Take your rest.
    Weep not–weep not,
    She is not dead;
    She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.

  • April 1, 2014 at 12:06am

    Go Down, Death
    by James Weldon Johnson
    (A Funeral Sermon)

    Weep not, weep not,
    She is not dead;
    She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.
    Heart-broken husband–weep no more;
    Grief-stricken son–weep no more;
    Left-lonesome daughter –weep no more;
    She only just gone home.

    Day before yesterday morning,
    God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
    Looking down on all his children,
    And his eye fell on Sister Caroline,
    Tossing on her bed of pain.
    And God’s big heart was touched with pity,
    With the everlasting pity.

    And God sat back on his throne,
    And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand:
    Call me Death!
    And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice
    That broke like a clap of thunder:
    Call Death!–Call Death!
    And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven
    Till it reached away back to that shadowy place,
    Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.

    And Death heard the summons,
    And he leaped on his fastest horse,
    Pale as a sheet in the moonlight.
    Up the golden street Death galloped,
    And the hooves of his horses struck fire from the gold,
    But they didn’t make no sound.
    Up Death rode to the Great White Throne,
    And waited for God’s command.

    And God said: Go down, Death, go down,
    Go down to Savannah, Georgia,
    Down in Yamacraw,
    And find Sister Caroline.
    She’s borne the burden and heat of the day,
    She’s labored long in my vineyard,
    And she’s tired–
    She’s weary–
    Go down, Death, and bring her to me.

  • January 20, 2014 at 6:06pm

    I started at 11. I worked every summer until I got out of school, and some days after school. I asked my dad for a $1 allowance and he said to get a job. I made ~$30 the first week, and never looked back.

  • January 17, 2014 at 2:29pm

    Go Preds!

    Pekka Rinne is injured and is one of the best goalies in the league. Nice to see Hutton pick up some slack.

    We try to go to the games from time to time. We like about 5th to 10th row, shoot twice, just so we can watch the fantastic goal play. These guys are amazing athletes.

  • January 9, 2014 at 3:17pm

    “King County Sheriff Sgt. Cindy West also told KOMO Girten has the “right to be on public property” filming if he wants to.”

    Correct. It may be creepy and uncomfortable, but there is no expectation of privacy in public. Until he breaks a law, he is within his rights to film anything that is viewable from a public space.

    Now, if someone wants to set up and and film him filming, that would be an appropriate response.

    If the school wishes to stop him, they should install a privacy barrier. A construction company could put up a temporary one in a hurry and you might find one happy to do it for little or nothing.

  • December 13, 2013 at 3:01pm

    This will get worse and worse until the reset.

    Then it gets really bad.

    Hold on, it will be a wild ride.

  • December 4, 2013 at 1:56pm

    Those cows are Holsteins. They don’t even taste good as hamburger. Of course, take a newborn bull, make it a steer, feed it grain to about 1000 lbs, and it is not too bad. Not as good as Angus, but not real bad.

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  • November 1, 2013 at 5:53pm

    One of my closest friends from several years ago had previously been a member of a casket team at Arlington during the Vietnam war. He served there for more than a year. I will never forget his telling about the presentation of the flag and how it deeply affected him every time. They would have a burial nearly every day, sometimes more than one. When they were not at the cemetery, they were practicing. They would ride to Arlington standing on the bus so as not to mess up the perfect creases in the uniforms. If they had more than one funeral, they would have to put on a new uniform for each one and stand for inspection. It would be oddly funny if it were not so serious. While it beats getting shot at, it was still incredibly tough. It gave me tremendous respect for these teams and the work they do.

  • October 31, 2013 at 3:08pm

    I once dated a girl that was a literal beauty queen. Shen went to every beauty contest in the area and won several of them. There is an advantage to dating a beauty queen: There is never any question who the most important person in the relationship may be.

  • October 11, 2013 at 3:39pm

    We have these Asian carp in our pond as they eat vegetation. They are mean. When we seine the pond to get the good fish, they will swim right at you at the surface. When you get hit in the chest by one of these at full speed you will think you have been hit by a truck. A friend was helping us seine one day and one of these jumped at him in shallow water. He jumped on top of it and wrestled it into the mud. He pulled it out with his bare hands and threw in on the bank. It weighed 25 pounds. I thought I would die laughing.

  • September 28, 2013 at 5:23pm

    I have done this randomly for several years. Once I found a Kindle on an airplane. Turned it on and found the email address. Sent it home and I paid the postage. I asked her to pay it forward and help someone else. I have paid tolls. I have bought coffee in the line behind me at McDonald’s. Its fun.

    My first time was my favorite. Downtown Chicago, woman on street needs gas. Sure, I think. Sounds like a scam and probably was. Back in my hotel and I start to think, and feel like God may have put her there to test me. I go back down and she is gone. I promised myself I would not let another opportunity pass.

    Exactly two weeks later, driving home, I stop at a rest area. There is a woman with a gas can saying she needs to get to Atlanta and has no gas. I knew the nearest exit was just a mile further and I had a small can with gas in the back of my truck, something I never did. I said I would follow her to the gas station. She pulled in, I scanned my credit card and told her to fill it up. She said she would send payment when she got to her daughter’s house in Atlanta. I said to not worry about it. Just return the favor to someone else in need someday.

    I went in the store to get a soft drink and she was on the phone to her daughter. She did not see me but I heard her say, “I’ll be there. God sent an angel to rescue me.”

    I was hooked.

  • September 9, 2013 at 2:22pm

    I suspect that most prophecy is not so that we will know what is going to happen. It is given so that when things happen we can say with confidence that it was God that did it.

  • August 14, 2013 at 8:35pm

    “I have moderate to severe hearing loss. I have constant tinnitus in both ears. I also have Meniere’s Disease.”

    My Meniere’s led to total hearing loss in my left ear back in 1995. Right ear was pretty good until 2010 when I woke up deaf in my right ear as well. Suspected Meniere’s again, but my specialist treated for autoimmune hearing loss. He was right. I get steroid injections into the ear every six months and take an oral steroid. The steroids are not too bad if you can handle insomnia, insanity and weight gain. The autoimmune leads to less tinnitus and almost no vertigo if treated. If not treated, it can be crippling.

    Meniere’s is torture. The hearing loss is the least of it. The tinnitus is worse and the vertigo is indescribable. They used to put us in insane asylums. In fact, Meniere was a psychiatrist that first recognized it as a physical condition and not insanity.

    The hearing test is pretty much a waste of time for me.

  • November 28, 2011 at 12:57am

    I am a church musician, We chose music that is theologically sound according to our beliefs. Some has contemporary music and some is more traditional.

    Music has a special purpose for the people of God. The part of the brain that processes and remembers music is separate from that part that remembers the spoken word. People with Alzheimer’s can often recall the words of the church music that they learned. The same can be true of some accident victims with brain damage. For this reason, it is more important that the truths of the faith be “programmed” using music as it may be the only message of faith that can be recalled when the time arises. My mother died from Alzheimer’s. She could sing all of the verses of “Amazing Grace” long after she could not communicate with speech or recognize people that she should know.

  • November 17, 2011 at 7:19pm

    I will finally get my college degree next year. I started in 1973. I will not owe one dime.

    Skilled trades are a good idea, if one has the aptitude to learn the trade. Some can be very hard work and are difficult as one gets older. There are three keys to success in skilled trades as an independent contractor. Be there when you say you will show up. Do the work you say you will do. Charge what you say you will charge. Do all three and you will never be without work.

    People also make a mistake thinking about what they charge or what the salary is. Think about the value you provide and the competition available to provide it. The work I do is highly specialized (little competition) and has high value for my customers. Therefore, I can serve my customers greatly. They serve me in return by paying me for the value I provide.

    Several posts back there was a post by the knitter that was getting beaten by China. Find a way to turn your skill into something that people value highly and is difficult to find. They will reward you highly for your skill and the scarcity of what you do.

    For a lot of those that are not making what they expect, it is not the skill or the value of the work. It is that there is too much competition for the few positions that may be available.