The Value of Measure

Year Of The Rat  4706
15 January 2009 AD
Thursday, 2134 hrs CST
Stormcrow Ranch
Boone, IA
USA
"Squirrel Corn Capital of The World."

Foremost, I have to apologize for that other post, the one before last.  There about 500 words left out of the middle. They were written , but somehow in a flurry of copy/ paste/ paste special/spell-check/post/post now/save, they were lost.  In fact, if you check the lone comment for that post, you will find that I apologized there too.  Oddly enough, one sentence of ten words probably would have made the whole piece hang better and more tightly.  But I am not one to un-do things, and if I spent my life re-doing things, well... things would never get done.
    It is brutally cold here these last three days.  It was -20 when I got up at 0400 this morning and had dipped to 22 below by 0600, when the cloud cover cleared.  Still, snow has to be moved, so mail can be delivered and people can get to the Fareway grocery store to buy five of the six listed specials in the local shopper, so yours truly layered up, in clothes that would make a knight look light, and cleared multiple inches of frozen water for three hours.  It's not all so bad--one account over north of here gives us cookies--but I am often reminded of the failed South Pole explorer Robert F. Scott, whose journal was found in his frozen hand:  he had scrawled--'Great God. this is an awful place.'
     Amen.
    But the bars are open, here in Boone, as is the liquor store there in the 24 hour Hy-Vee.  I laugh a lot when I see the shelves emptied of milk and bread and Spaghttioes and tuna and Hormel Deviled Ham and Van de Camps Pork and Beans, and I stalk through crowds of people who think they can't go without for three days.  I worry about these morons sometimes.  It's like the Donner Party, Revisited.  Yeesch!

"The church is near, but the way is Icy;
The tavern is far, but I will walk carefully."
       ~from the Ukraine.

'Kay.  Focusing again.  the value of measure.  This statement is an oxymoronic double entendre, an inverse reciprical of itself.  Look again.  If a value is the measure of something, and the measure is a value of the same something. then a loop is created.
    Where is this going?
    This the world we live in.  It is not puns, or clever word games, or Soduku, or observing things that tickle our curiousity.  We live in a hard-assed world of problems.  Period.  The onus is upon us to solve some long-standing issues.  If one pays any attention to the clock I posted, that is the time one has left (personally, I think no.  Did the world stop on December 31, 2008; 12:59:59?  No.  It rolled over to January 1, 2009.  See?)
    O' course, I've been long reknowned for my insanity, for some twenty odd years now.
    But I am never wrong.
    I hope you can look at the world the same way, and always,
    Rage, rage,...

~~Hob