Monthly Archives: November 2011

BCS? Smee, See, Est! The Truly Top 40 Collegiate Football Rankings are the DMI

Dateline: Midnight Sunday, November 20, 2011

-No Pro, No Kidding American NCAA Gridiron Rankings by All Mic and No Ike-

     Although calculated by some geek’s software program, the BCS rankings are not available yet. Some conferences have been overrated all season. Ike and Mic believe teams with the best records should play for the championship since there is no playoff system.

     As of this Saturday, the ranks of American college football:

  1. L. S. U. Bengal Tigers (11-0)
  2. Houston Cougars (11-0)
  3. Alabama Crimson Tide (10-1) – next contest vs. #37 Auburn Tigers
  4. Stanford Cardinal (10-1) – next game in Palo Alto vs. #20 Notre Dame
  5. Oregon Ducks (10-2) – next is their state’s “Civil War Game”
  6. Boise State Broncos (9-1)
  7. Michigan Wolverines (10-2)
  8. Oklahoma Sooners (10-2)
  9. Oklahoma State Cowboys (10-2)
  10. Nebraska Cornhuskers (9-3)
  11. Wisconsin Badgers (10-2)
  12. Arkansas Razorbacks (10-2)
  13. Virginia Tech Hokies (10-2)
  14. Ped State Nittany Lions (9-2)
  15. Georgia Bulldogs (9-2)
  16. Kansas State Wildcats (9-2)
  17. South Carolina Gamecocks
  18. Clemson Tigers (9-3)
  19. Texas Longhorns
  20. Washington Huskies
  21. Notre Dame Fighting Irish
  22. Michigan State Spartans
  23. Virginia Cavaliers (8-3)
  24. Florida Gators (6-5)
  25. West Virginia Mountaineers
  26. Missouri Tigers
  27. USC Trojans (INELIGIBLE)
  28. TCU Horned Frogs
  29. Western Kentucky Hilltoppers
  30. Northwestern Wildcats
  31. Baylor Bears (7-3)
  32. Rutgers Scarlet Knights (8-3)
  33. Cincinnati Bearcats (7-3)
  34. Ohio Rivercats (8-3)
  35. Auburn Tigers (7-4)
  36. Florida State Seminoles (7-4)
  37. The Ohio State Buckeyes (INELIGIBLE)
  38. Iowa Hawkeyes
  39. Iowa State Cyclones
  40. Air Force Falcons


compiled by Max’s Scout Services

[ for  musement  only ]




(A)Live From Amtrak Trip to the University of Oregon in the Beaver State


(A) Live From Southern Oregon (pronounced or-uh-gun) We Are. 

Saturday. November 19, 2011 (5 DAYS UNTIL THANKSGIVING)

     Much like the Gilligan’s Island fictional story, my reality trip to the University of Oregon ended in minor tragedy. Akin to Gilligan three-hour cruise, Teddy and I planned a round trip twelve-hour Amtrak ride. We never made it to our Eugene destination and do not know whether we will ever return home.

     I ended up in the Sky Lakes Medical Center ER in Klamath Falls, Oregon, with some explosive shit and red blood. I don’t know how it all happened but the Amtrak conductor was mad and happy to throw me off the train (because I must have trashed two restrooms in cabs 12 and 13 with poop all over the walls) and not allow me to return to California the next day as planned.

     There was no time to talk about the quality of the multiple cups of Amtrak coffee they served me a few hours earlier. Not giving me any advance notice, the car attendant woke me up at 8:08 a.m. after the train had stopped in Klamath Falls and told me to get off but first clean up around my seat where I had vomited the night before.

     Not once but twice, I signed out of the hospital to leave only to return and end up spending the whole following weekend in Southern Oregon. this means rescheduling everything planned for and before Thanksgiving and missing the “Big Deal Game” – California Football Bears versus the previously undefeated Stanford Cardinal. The University of Oregon Ducks cleaned the Cardinal’s clock last Saturday in Palo Alto.

     We left Thursday AMA (against medical advice) partly because smoking is not allowed anywhere on their vast property – except for employees – and promises were made yet  (a) no psyche assessment nor (b) chaplain visit took place. On Friday we signed the waiver and departed AMA when, after the doctors kept us in bed in a private room all morning and afternoon, we were informed that the Director of Nurses and Infection Control Coordinator urged Administration to keep me but release my licensed, trained, and well-mannered French Bull service-assistance dog Teddy to a boarding kennel until I was discharged without AMA prejudice.

David & Teddy in Better Days Prior to December 2010

     The thought of staying in a cold cage all weekend does not appeal to either of us. Temperatures during the day around Klamath Lake have topped out at 38 degrees.

    Teddy has no choice but to take walks in the nightly freshly fallen snow. In America, dogs and humans have the freedom to determine where they sleep at night, what they eat, and when they catch a ride.

     I remember my days as a  safety and security coordinator or Risk Manager at UCSF and the Chinese Hospital in San Francisco, too. And then the five years with the California Department of Public Health become relevant and haunt me today.

     The best scenario is for doctors here to stick their head (of the scope) up my ass on Monday and fix the problems. were informed that the Director of Nurses and Infection Control Coordinator urged Administration to keep me but release Teddy to a boarding kennel until I was released.

     The thought of staying in a cold cage all weekend does not appeal to either of us. The daytime highs in Klamath have hovered around 40 degrees.

     The best scenario is for doctors here to stick their head up my ass on Monday. Fix the problem on Monday and release me on Monday. On Monday, Teddy and I can board the train and arrive in San Francisco about 9 a.m. the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.

     Another alternative is to die like my Mom did. In St. Joseph Medical Center following an abdominal surgery. After she was cut, an uncontrollable lethal infection spread shortly before her passing in 1994.

    Now with my Cat-skan, they can see infection throughout the large colon/intestine and decide to wait until anti-biotics work.

    A better scenario would be to dye and go to “dog heaven” with my Teddy than eat Thanksgiving turducket prepared by the hospital cafeteria. To eat alone a big holiday dinner with no other friends or family in a foreign, cold place would be a nightmare.

– – – – –
copyright MMXI with D. A. Dailey
– Max’s Scout Services & Communications – 94062-0928 –
 – – – – –

Article by Renowned Writer from West Texas

New post on Wandervogel Diary at Web-Blog…

by dandailey

People thought Texas Governor George W. Bush was a hard ass because he oversaw the executions of 152 people during his term of office. People are saying that Rick Perry is really tough because he has overseen at least 236 executions, more than any governor in modern history.
When asked in a September Republican presidential debate whether he ever lost any sleep over the possibility that someone innocent was executed Perry said, “No, sir. I’ve never struggled with that at all.” George W. Bush never admitted to having any doubts or second thoughts, either.
Rick Perry, like George Bush, is a master of malapropisms and prone to misstatements. One of my favorites from last year: “George W. Bush did an incredible job in the presidency, defending us from freedom.”
But with last week’s brain freeze, Perry has put his own presidential campaign in a tough corner and maybe even killed its chances of success. Let’s hope this is so. Here are at least three compelling reasons why Rick Perry should not be President:
#1  IMAGE  “Perry is a mix between George W. Bush and Yosemite W. Sam.” ~Jimmy Kimmel 

 “Rick Perry is now the front runner. Of course they’re letting him run in front. Because he’s the one with the gun.” ~Stephen Colbert 

“Perry is an attractive candidate for many conservatives, because he wants smaller government, to cut national spending, and he knows how to fire a grenade launcher. He’s like the Sarah Palin of politics.” ~Jimmy Kimmel 
#2  BRAINS  “It turns out George Bush was actually the smart Texas governor.” ~Jimmy Fallon 

 “Texas Governor Rick Perry distanced himself from George W. Bush by saying, ‘I went to Texas A&M. He went to Yale.’ In other words, his idea of instilling confidence is by saying, ‘Don’t worry. I’m not as smart as George W. Bush.'” ~Conan O’Brien 

 “It turns out that Texas Gov. Rick Perry got a D in Principles of Economics. So he can’t be president, but he can get a job on President Obama’s economic team.” ~Jay Leno
#3  OOPS  “Look, I know these Rick Perry jokes are a little mean, but tomorrow, he won’t even remember them.” ~Jimmy Fallon

OWS Embarrassments: Portland, Oakland, Berkeley, Your Home Town

Dateline: Monday, November 14, 2011 A.D.

     I hope, wish, and pray that OWS/SF does not turn into another Portland, Berkeley, or Oakland “Kent State-type of confrontation.”


    My associates and I visited one encampment on the West Coast of the United States of America this afternoon. We left semi-impressed but largely disappointed with the media (both KCBS radio and KGO TV), persons “living” there, public safety, and peace officer involvement.


     I left praying for their proponents to eventually succeed in order not to turn into another:

  • Occupy Oakland (California, not Michigan)
  • Occupy Portland (Oregon, not Maine or Indiana)
  • Occupy Berkeley (U. C. Regents, not the California State University system)


     Although I love to watch the Raiders, A’s, and Golden State Warriors – in my opinion – all sides lost today in Oakland.

     For instance, the Oakland Mayor’s press conference about 8:15 a.m. after the proponents’ assembly point was routed by peace officers from more than 10 police or sheriff departments of the greater San Francisco Bay Area, was ineffective in my mind. And what a waste of limited governmental resources.

     The City of Oakland officials said they were operating with a plan. Yet there was NO public transparency or very reasonable explanation of the plan itself.

     Well, I am tired from today’s efforts. Time to dine and rest and live to write more another day…

"Grow Up You Guys! Be Reasonable.

Theory: Dogs are Saner than Human Beings

“The dog: the sound creature in a crazy world.”

“Avoidance of farewells, which are always stuffy and sometimes painful, is another thing in which it seems to me that dogs have a better sense than people.”

                     ~ James G. Thurber


 More lessons to be learned from dogs ***

“Hakuna Matata!” No worries for the rest of your days.  ~ The Lion King


“It is well to bear in mind that the truth about dogs is a elusive as the truth about man. You cannot put your finger on any quality and safely say, ‘This is doglike,’ nor on any other quality and say, ‘This is not.’”

“Dogs are individualists. They react to no set bylaws of behaviorism, they are guided by no strict precepts of conduct, they obey unvarying no system of instinct, they follow religiously no standard of bloodlines. I know an English bulldog with the manners of a Chesterfield. I know a beagle that can tell time. I know a Scottie that never has the slightest idea what time it is, and I miserably admit to the ownership of a high-bred French poodle that cools its soup by fanning it with a hat.”

     James Thurber tells of a story about their Afro-American housekeeper Josephine and the family’s Scotch Terrier Jeannie and her five pups.

“When the dining room became flooded with several inches of river water, a nocturnal disaster that the pups turned into a carnival. Josephine was finally aroused by a strange clatter belowstairs. She went down to discover the puppies having a wonderful time. They were not only splashing about in the water, but they had managed to launch various craft and were jumping in and out of a wooden salad bowl and other objects they had dragged into the water. Josephine later described the scene, in English, like this: ‘Dey laugh! Dey cry! Dey sing! Dey so happy!’ Jeannie was bored by the water festival, and was lying on a broad window sill, licking her wet feet.”

“The theory that dogs have a saner family life than humans is an old one, and it was in order to ascertain whether the notion is pure legend or whether it is based on observable fact that I have for many years made a careful study of the family life of dogs. My conclusions entirely support the theory that dogs have a saner family life than people.”

For instance, “At the end of six weeks, the mother dog ceases to lie awake at night harking for ominous sounds.”


James Grover Thurber was both an illustrator and humorous writer prominent from the 1930s until his passing in 1961. Fifty years later, his love and insight of canines rings true to this day.

These excerpts were taken from The Dog Department – James Thurber on Hounds, Scotties, and Talking Poodles.


  * * *

Lessons Learned From Dogs is the book

recently written by David A. Dailey.

It can be ordered through Barnes & Noble, the publisher Outskirts Press, or Amazon.Com.

 E-Books are available, too.


Shopping Ideas from Jim in Redding


* May Christmas 2011 — Be a Birth of a New Tradition  *
   As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods — merchandise that has been produced at the expense (and loss) of American labor.
    This year should be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes there is!

Christmas at the White House

It’s time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper?

     Everyone — yes EVERYONE (except Buck and Rumplestilkin) gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber?
     Gym membership? It’s appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement.
     Who wouldn’t appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American-owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.
     Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plonking down the Benjamines (or Washingtons) on a Chinese made flat-screen?
     Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.
     There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants — all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn’t the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint.
  Remember, folks this isn’t about big National chains — this is about supporting your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.
(no worries, Walmart, Costco, Sam’s Club, and other “big box stores” who happen to provide low wages to countless American citizens, will not go out of business and move out of your community)
   How many people couldn’t use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy?
      Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.
My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.
     OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.

     Plan your holiday outings at local, owner operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip. And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theatre.

     Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.

    Honestly, people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of light, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip. Another option is to consider a charitable donation to your favorite 501(c)3 foundation, such as The Rotary Foundation of Rotary International, your local Church or Synagogue, the local public library, the homeless shelter, the food pantry – the list is endless! You can always make a donation in honor of someone or in memory of someone.

     You see, Christmas should no longer be about draining American pockets so that Red China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about caring about US, encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn’t imagine.
     THIS is the new American Christmas tradition.
Thanks Jim Cox for sharing…
that giving is the real meaning of Christmas.
    Wake up U. S. A.

Lessons Learned From Dogs*: James Thurber’s Rex

Drawing by James Thurber

     “He killed cats, that is true, but quickly and neatly and without especial malice, the way men kill certain animals. But he (Rex the dog) had a gentle disposition. He never bit a person in the ten strenuous years that he lived, nor ever growled at anyone except prowlers.”

     These are the words of the renowned author James Thurber:

     “Rex (an American Bull Terrier) I liked better than any dog I have ever known and in another place a few years ago I did him some faint, far justice. But I didn’t say then and I don’t say now that he was the finest and truest and noblest animal that ever lived. The real dog likes a dog the way he likes a person; the brightest gleam sometimes comes from the flaw. Rex was a gourmand; he twitched and yelped when he slept; he’d hate Pomeranians and would chew them to bits although he was five times their size; he killed cats; he jumped on horses when they fell down but never tackled one that was on its feet; if you ordered him to stay home he’d slip out the alley gate and meet you five blocks away; he could lick anything this side of hell and did; he could chin himself with one paw and lift 50 pounds with his jaws; he had a weakness for chocolate ice cream cones; and although Rex learned to open the refrigerator door he never learned to close it.

     “Rex never lost his dignity even when trying to accomplish the extravagant tasks my brothers and I used to set for him. One of these was the bringing of a 10-foot wooden rail into the yard through the back gate. We would throw it out into the alley tell him to go get it. Rex was as powerful as a wrestler and there were not many things that he couldn’t manage somehow to get hold of with his great jaws and lift or drag to wherever we wanted them put. He would catch the rail at the balance and lift it clear of the ground and trot with great confidence toward the gate. Of course, since the gate was only 4-feet wide or so, he couldn’t bring the rail in broadside. He found that out when he got a few terrific jolts, but he wouldn’t give up. He finally figured out how to do it, by dragging the rail, holding onto one end, growling.

     “Of course, he would bring back a stick to you if you did throw one in (the water). He would even have brought back a piano if you had thrown one in.”

     “Rex never killed or even chased a squirrel. I don’t know why.  He had his own philosophy about such things. He never ran barking after wagons or automobiles. He didn’t seem to see the idea in pursuing something you couldn’t catch, or something you couldn’t do anything with, even if you did catch it.”

     “Rex had one brindle eye that sometimes made him look like a clown and sometimes reminded you of a politician with derby hat and cigar. The rest of him was white except for a brindle saddle that always seemed to be slipping off and a brindle stocking on a hind leg. Nevertheless there was a nobility about him. He was big and muscular and beautifully made. He never lost.”


     Tongue-in-cheek, I believe, Thurber wrote, “I am not a dog lover. A dog lover to me means a dog that is in love with another dog. I am a great admirer of certain dogs, just as I am an admirer of certain men, and I dislike certain dogs as much as I dislike certain men.”

     In reference to the public writing of one of his newspaper contemporaries Stanley Walker, Thurber states that, “Mr. Walker, who writes with a stub pen, frequently mislays his spectacles, and inclined to get mixed up now and then, undoubtedly meant to write (that it is not dogs but) ‘The history of man is one of greed, double-crossing, and unspeakable lechery?’”


James Thurber was both an illustrator and humorous writer that was prominent from the 1930s until his passing in 1961. Fifty years later, his love and insight of canines rings true to this day.

The above excerpts were taken from The Dog Department – James Thurber on Hounds, Scotties, and Talking Poodles.


*   Lessons Learned From Dogs is the book

recently written by David A. Dailey.

It can be ordered through Barnes & Noble,

the publisher Outskirts Press, or Amazon.Com.

E-Books are available, too.

Poetry on 11-11-11 / Great Respect for American Veterans and (US) Their Survivors

US Soldiers Returning

Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

 ~ Stephen Crane, War Is Kind

(also the author of the Civil War tale, Red Badge of Courage)



Endanger but that humble street whereon his children run,

You make a soldier of the man who never bore a gun.

What is it through the battle smoke the valiant soldier sees?

 ~ Edgar Guest, The Things That Make a Soldier Great


Widow Keeps Vigil


One of them shot by the sea in the east,

And one of them shot in the west by the sea.
Dead! both my boys!

When you sit at the feast
And are wanting a great song for Italy free,
Let none look at me!

 ~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Mother and Poet


I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them,
And the white skeletons of young men—I saw them;
I saw the debris and debris of all the dead soldiers of the war;
But I saw they were not as was thought;
They themselves were fully at rest—they suffer’d not;
The living remain’d and suffer’d—the mother suffer’d,
And the wife and the child, and the musing comrade suffer’d,
And the armies that remain’d suffer’d.

 ~ Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Jamaican Jerk Chicken and Pork


     Auntie Yvonne, my oldest daughter’s godmother, was born and raised in Jamaica. So I believe her recipe is the most authentic as well as the most delicious I have ever tasted!

      If you can find it in the grocery, pick up two bottles of Pickapeppa Sauce. Look for a colorful label on a bottle about the size of small steak sauce. You will be amazed at what this miracle, special ingredient will flavor your cooking. Yvonne also was well-known for her fried pork chops with this magic sauce.

     If Pickapeppa Sauce is unavailable in your area, it is up to you to choose the right spices in the optimum amounts. You could always mail order some (via Instead, you might get lucky and find something like Johnny’s All Natural Jamaica Me Crazy Seasoned Pepper.

     From scratch you could make something up in the kitchen that would include: different varieties of pepper, sugar cane juice (corn syrup might work), paprika, onions, and fresh red and green peppers. Next add the following if they appeal to you: a quarter cup of malt vinegar, two teaspoons of molasses, three chopped green onion tops, one tablespoon of powdered thyme, a dash of olive oil, four teaspoons of allspice, three teaspoons each of cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger, and a half cup of lime juice.

     Spill white wine into it, too.

     My family has loved cornbread with this recipe. To make things easy for yourself, just buy boxes of Jiffy or some other cornbread mix.

     I believe Auntie Yvonne would prepare some greens for the meal, too. That is your call.

     OK, now that you have the spices together, prepare the chicken. Clean and cut it up. You can save time in the kitchen by purchasing your favorite white and dark chicken pieces directly from the market. Get a large skillet hot with oil and place the meat in it long enough to brown parts of it. Preheat the oven to 325.

     Ouch, be careful not to burn your hands or get hot oil splattered upon you. I’d recommend using the top of the frying pan, hot pads, and the longest metal tongs you have.

     Once “toasted”, place the chicken into a baking dish and add liberal amounts of your spiced flavoring. Use about a cup of water, cup of wine, the spicy batter, and fresh peppers then mix the meat with the liquid. If you are satisfied that the chicken is well-spiced, place it into the oven with foil and begin to enjoy the baking aroma in about a half hour. If you cook it for an hour or more, the meat may really just fall off the bone.

     As the home chef, you do have options of cooking it covered on the stovetop, or not, or covering the baking chicken with foil in order to give it a darker color.


Who loves not woman, wine and song, remains a fool his whole life long.

  ~ Martin Luther


Copyright 2008 – Confessions of An Oenophile

An American Family Cookbook by David A. Dailey

May be ordered through Barnes & Noble or Amazon.Com

Dogs: Human Admiration, Criticism, and Ambivalence

     What is with the saying, “I can’t stand him, that dirty dog!”?

     Why is the worst roll in dice called “a dog”?

     How about the reference to a dear unattractive girl as “a dog” or that “such misfortune shouldn’t happen to a dog”?

    On one hand we love and revere our dogs, and on the other hand mankind is also so critical.

   Dogs are mans’ best friend. Ironically, it does not sound so true.

     Let me put more thought into this and get back to you, soon. Arf!


copyright 2011 – Max’s Scout Services

[for musement only]