Solar Powered Aquaponics Project

This is how I'm going to power the pump for the aquaponics system that I am planning.   Going off grid just for the hell of  it.  Going with a bank of two 12V deep cycle batteries to start and two 100 Watt solar panels.   Will invest in a 3000 Watt DC to AC inverter to be able to run power tools off the system from time to time as well as the pump which should operate 24/7. 

I haven't yet decided on the fish tank and vegetable bed designs, nor have I told Joanne about where this is going in the yard.

Have to design the swirl filter and siphon drain systems, plus I'd love to catch some local wild bluegill or perch for the fish tanks.  Also have to research what plants to use in the winter months.... probably garlic and kale.  I think that I'm going with ibc tote foodgrade containers to modify for the beds and fish tank.

The beds will be flushed with the below bell siphon.

Time for an Autumn Cocktail

So for the Patriots Jaguars game, Joanne has some beer can chicken on the grill while I  whipped up a batch of apple crisp and baked a couple loaves of bread.

Plus, with the cool Sept. temps rolling in, it is time to reintroduce the official Nanepashemet cocktail of autumn..... Seagrams VO and Apple Cider with a little nutmeg and cinnamon, preferably served in a Masons Jar.

The Pats are up 10 to 3 in the 2nd qtr, and I am also on my 2nd.

Home Course

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Your MOAM Fix

Lots of Peeps have been emailing me, leaving voicemails, messaging lately.

The consistent theme on all of these feeble attempts to communicate with the MOAM is a pathetic inquiry into what particular circumstances have been occupying my time lately.

Since I don't blog half as much as I used to, there is a part of me that comes close to sympathizing with the agony that ordinary Peeps must feel when they can't gain solace or inspiration by constantly observing and emulating my latest moves.

And since I am a MOAM of extraordinary compassion for lesser Peeps, Ive decided to share with you a bit of my latest mundane, yet extremely intriguing, day to day activities.

Last night, Joanne and I went to the Warwick Cinema in downtown Marblehead to see a showing of "Black Mass".... the story of  the South Boston criminal, Whitey Bulger, starring Johhny Depp.  Peeps... this is no freaking sequel to Pirates of the Caribbean,  Depp was terrifying as the ruthless thug, and the Boston scenes and characterizations were interesting and believably accomplished.

I've always had a soft spot for Billy Bulger, the Massachusetts Senate President and brother to Whitey.   I feel that he was an effective leader during a tumultuous period, but his legacy will always be eclipsed by the fact that we was Whitey's brother.  I've met and been in his company several times and have a fondness for a man who would not wilt under the pressures of a liberal Massachusetts establishment that was threatened by his populist successes.

Billy's characterization in Black Mass was well done, yet I feel came short of the depth and complexity of the man and his public conundrums.

After the theater, we headed over to the Boston Yacht Club for a Friday night dinner.   The BYC is the best of the yacht clubs in Marblehead in my opinion... solely because thy had the insight yet incredible misjudgment to accept your MOAM as a member.   The Commodore Prime Rib cut, served by Kasandra, the pretty young waitress from Springfield,  didn't disappoint.  After a couple of Jameson Irish night caps, Friday night concluded rather successfully.

This morning, despite a case of sciatica that has been ravaging the MOAM's lower extremities for the past week, I hoped on the Ttek Domane Road Bike and pedaled the 10.8 miles to son, Mike's Beverly Farms house. Mike was psyched to have gotten nice price to remove a couple of lumbering pines in his yard, and he and Pam were preparing to go to Conn. for a wedding or something.   I moved on and rode the 6,2 miles to Katelyn's house in Wenham.

This Sciatica case has me baffled.   No pain pushing on the road bike, but standing around is close to unbearable... even for a stiff upper lib MOAM like myself.   Kate and Brady drove me and the bike in their SUV to Manchester where we took a look at the totally cool 1830's vintage map of the US that they have recovered from their Wenham house renovation.   We went over to Essex, where a antique map expert blew us away with his understanding and interpretation of the may based upon his knowledge of American History, and the way that the map gave away its historical age by the territory names that it portrayed.   It may be valuable if it can be meticulously restored.

So then Kate and Brady drove me as far as the Beverly Salem Bridge where I got out and pedaled the five miles back home to Marblehead.

So that's it for now, Peeps.  Other stuff might have happened, but Ill leave that up to your fantasies and pathetic imagination.

Facebook! Are you there???

I have a weird feeling that Facebook is blocking me.

Great Men

This is a photo of my father, John Nestor, on the left and my good friend, Bill Calnan, third from the left.  Looks like they are bowling in the Lynn Division 10  Ancient Order of Hibernian’s bowling league in the early 1960’s.

Bill worked with me at the Lynn Housing Authority and was my most trusted confidant in a highly volatile work environment, and my father…. well.. he sired me among other things.

Both of these guys taught me a lot, and both passed way too soon.

Some of you Peeps knew them.  I wish all of you could have.

Stupid Douche Bags

Not that you asked for my opinion.... you rarely do.... but I feel the need to add to the Akashic narrative tonight with the wisdom/stupidity of this humble offering.

If you are a 14 year old Muslim kid named Mohammed from Texas.... don't be bringing a lunch box filled with wires and that is ticking to show to the kids at your school.  Because you will be handcuffed and incarcerated.

Is this a case of profiling????   You bet your politically correct ass it is.  And well it should be.   A class of people with significant percentages calling us the "Great Satan" and screaming "Death to America" should gain our passing interest.   Especially right around 9/11.  Remember the murders at Fort Hood and the Boston Marathon???   Who the PHUCK caused these atrocities????? Presbyterians?   Episcopalians????   No... it was Muslims.

So let's not be so freaking open minded that our squishy brains fall out.

What kind of public official would let this instance go unchecked in light of the contemporary facts?

But what I fail to understand is that the mentally deranged POTUS of this unfortunate country invites little Mohammed to the White House.  And tells him to bring along his "Clock".

Sorry Peeps.... I'm about to call the President of the United States a STUPID DOUCHE BAG.   Sure his Dad was a Muslim, Barack  most assuredly is as well, such as he has admitted to an exasperated George Stephanopoulous ..... but the facts remain that a Muslim kid running around with a device that looks like a Freaking BOMB should be tackled and hogtied.   Not invited to the Oval Office for a photo op.

Please stop me before the FBI and NSA send me and this pathetic Blog to the Gulag.

I'm pissed off at what Muslim Extremist Terrorists have done to my countrymen.   If I had relatives killed or maimed at the Twin Towers or the Boston Marathon.... I honestly don't know how I would control myself when I hear the President of the United States glibly tweets encouragement to a stupid Muslim kid in Texas with no sensibility.

There are two stupid douche bags in this post.

Information Technology

We have become beholden to our computers.  They allow us to process stuff so quickly that expectations for instant response…. not only from customers and co-workers, but also from ourselves and the stress that we place on our own production….is becoming overburdening.  There is always one more task that you can squeeze out, which causes ennui.

testing Windows 10

Here goes another dozen hours or so.

Sept. Start

A good start to the week.  Tme to clear up the details.

Tom Brady and MOAM's.

Peeps....
This Nanepashemet Blog keeps cruising to the top of the Blog world... now ranking in the top 5000 in the United States,,,, despite my neglect in posts and overall drop in intellectual contribution,
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I guess it's part of the MOAM Mystique.   Things just keep getting better no matter what the Hell I do.
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Like my grilled pizza for example.  Tonight, in anticipation of the Patriots-Steelers season opener, I grilled a artichoke, olive and pepperoni pizza with a mozzarella provolone cheese mixture and tomato vodka sauce.   The grill got to 600 degrees before I put the pizza onto the stone and in five minutes I was eating the best pizza ever made by a person of Irish American descent.
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Granted, my Godfather was an Italian, but we fell out of touch years ago,
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Even Joanne said it was good, and she secretly hates it when my cooking kicks ass.
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So now I have laid down a good base to see Tom Brady and the Pats take the field this evening at 8:30PM at Gillette Stadium.

Speaking of Brady..... the country has been embroiled in a sideshow in the offseason regarding charges that Brady cheated by managing a convoluted process to lessen the air pressure in the game footballs.  I find it amusing as well as irritating at the people who rush to judgement to declare that Tom Brady cheats using this ridiculous ruse.

Brady commits the cardinal sin,,, he is extremely competent in his job in a very competitive industry.  Guys like that always are victimized by lesser men,,,, those who know they could never be his peer, and seek to punish him because of their own deeply held self-disgust,

Peeps,.. I know of which I speak,   It happens to every MOAM.

September Focus

First day of September.  The bite of last winter is still with me, and now the summer is almost gone.  September stills feels like a summer month here in New England, with the days starting to shorten and a chill starting to move into the air though.

I haven't caught one fish this summer, and it has been an unproductive season in other ways as well.  The death of Lisa and the marriage of Mike and Pam were two emotional extremes that colored the season.

There is still a month and a half of solid boating, and I would like to get out and do some serious fishing as the Blues and Stripers get ready to head back south this year.