Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Do love me some Jon Stewart. A 5 minute clip that felt much too short:
https://screen.yahoo.com/the-daily-show/operation-deserter-storm-home-where-040000233.html
Do these people have any idea how nasty they sound? Nasty, stupid, small-town gossiping self-serving rabble-rousers, and then they wonder why people are killing each other?
Facts? We don't need no freakin' facts! You just listen up here to what I want you to think!
Aren't these the people who are supposed to be examples to us of how to deal with each other? Is it any wonder social media is a snake pit?
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Tuesday, June 10, 2014
3955 Hair
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
I took this photo back in late May. I don't think I posted it here yet.
Growing it out again. It took a long time because it was so short on top, but I kept trimming the bottom and and growing the top through all those painful yuck periods, and it's finally getting there.
I hated my hair short. I got it cut because some influential people told me I'd look better with it short. I hate hate hated it short. I've had longish hair all my life, and I just don't feel like me with it short. Even bangs. I don't like bangs on me. When it gets long enough on the sides I'll probably usually tie it back, but at least I know it's ME! Never short again, no matter how "mature" I get.
I think people were trying to make me look more sophisticated. Surprise -- I make no pretension to sophistication, ever. Get used to it.
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I took this photo back in late May. I don't think I posted it here yet.
Growing it out again. It took a long time because it was so short on top, but I kept trimming the bottom and and growing the top through all those painful yuck periods, and it's finally getting there.
I hated my hair short. I got it cut because some influential people told me I'd look better with it short. I hate hate hated it short. I've had longish hair all my life, and I just don't feel like me with it short. Even bangs. I don't like bangs on me. When it gets long enough on the sides I'll probably usually tie it back, but at least I know it's ME! Never short again, no matter how "mature" I get.
I think people were trying to make me look more sophisticated. Surprise -- I make no pretension to sophistication, ever. Get used to it.
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3954 What it's like being married to a programmer
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Dear, could you go to the store for me?
Yeah, okay. What do you need?
A loaf of bread. Oh, and if they have brown eggs, get a dozen.
A half hour later, he returns with a dozen loaves of bread.
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Dear, could you go to the store for me?
Yeah, okay. What do you need?
A loaf of bread. Oh, and if they have brown eggs, get a dozen.
A half hour later, he returns with a dozen loaves of bread.
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Sunday, June 08, 2014
3953 Anyone else confused?
Sunday, June 8, 2014
I'm confused.
The kid walked off the base. Most military folks consider him a deserter. Therefore they are furious that five prisoners were released to get him back, ESPECIALLY since so many good men were killed attempting to search for him and bring him back when he first walked away. That's what they keep throwing out, anyway.
Now, let me get this straight: Military folks think getting him back is NOT worth the release of five prisoners, but getting him back WAS worth the deaths of multiple fellow soldiers.
Huh?
I don't understand.
People keep describing the released prisoners as "dangerous terrorists". Note that they have been rotting in Gitmo precisely because we don't have enough evidence against those five to go to trial and win. In other words, because we can't prove them guilty in a trial, we declared them guilty without a trial? Convenient. And scary. Imagine if your local cops and prosecutor could do that.
People are continuing the "dangerous" descriptor without ever having looked at how and why they ended up in Gitmo. Salon.com has a story on them, "The worst Bowe Bergdahl trutherism, debunked - John McCain says released Gitmo prisoners are historically dangerous. Records tell a different story". For the important part, scan down to point number 3.
If these guys are now "dangerous terrorists", we MADE them so! And I wouldn't blame them a bit.
As I am writing this, one of those Sunday morning political talk shows is on TV in the background, and some pompous fathead just equated the five prisoners to five Nazi generals.
Sometimes I hate people.
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I'm confused.
The kid walked off the base. Most military folks consider him a deserter. Therefore they are furious that five prisoners were released to get him back, ESPECIALLY since so many good men were killed attempting to search for him and bring him back when he first walked away. That's what they keep throwing out, anyway.
Now, let me get this straight: Military folks think getting him back is NOT worth the release of five prisoners, but getting him back WAS worth the deaths of multiple fellow soldiers.
Huh?
I don't understand.
People keep describing the released prisoners as "dangerous terrorists". Note that they have been rotting in Gitmo precisely because we don't have enough evidence against those five to go to trial and win. In other words, because we can't prove them guilty in a trial, we declared them guilty without a trial? Convenient. And scary. Imagine if your local cops and prosecutor could do that.
People are continuing the "dangerous" descriptor without ever having looked at how and why they ended up in Gitmo. Salon.com has a story on them, "The worst Bowe Bergdahl trutherism, debunked - John McCain says released Gitmo prisoners are historically dangerous. Records tell a different story". For the important part, scan down to point number 3.
If these guys are now "dangerous terrorists", we MADE them so! And I wouldn't blame them a bit.
As I am writing this, one of those Sunday morning political talk shows is on TV in the background, and some pompous fathead just equated the five prisoners to five Nazi generals.
Sometimes I hate people.
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Saturday, June 07, 2014
3952 Research, Relax
Saturday, June 7, 2014
I read some more stuff about optical migraines and TIAs. Of course, I can't find the precise websites now, but here's a synopsis.
Optic migraine and classic migraine come from the same cause, which "they think" is likely constriction of blood vessels in the brain. Up to several days before a migraine, you can get hints that it's coming, usually a feeling of tenseness, or depression, or nausea, or constipation ... buncha stuff.
For the past two weeks I've had a feeling of impending doom, and I didn't go to the country house on Thursday as planned because I didn't feel right in my belly.
Next you get the aura. Various kinds. An optical migraine is the enlarging jagged flashing in the visual field.
The migraine starts from the constriction of blood vessels. With me it's all aura, no pain. The flashing is not in my eyes - it's in my brain.
This is followed by the next phase, when the blood vessels release and dilate, which can cause other symptoms and a throbbing headache. Those "other" symptoms are interesting. They can include physical weakness, difficulty speaking, difficulty understanding language, memory problems, and so on.
That can look exactly like a TIA (mini-stroke)!
The whole thing, for an optical migraine, shouldn't take more than an hour or two, with no lasting deficits. My episode was less than an hour altogether, and the scary garbled speech and blanking on names was maybe a half hour tops. No headache after.
Then after it's all over, you feel wonderful, light and healthy.
And I did, no remaining impending doom of the previous two weeks, I felt fantastic, energetic, EVEN THOUGH I was afraid I'd just maybe had a bit of a stroke.
So, my conclusion is that if you experience the symptoms of a stroke or TIA but have NOT experienced any kind of migraine in conjunction, then take an aspirin and go to the ER immediately.
If you experience the symptoms with or after a migraine, classic or optic, then see your doctor and get checked out, because who knows. Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe not, especially if strokes run in your bloodlines.
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I am not aware of experiencing any garbled speech or memory problems after any other ocular migraine I've had, but then again, for most of them, I was alone. I very well might not have noticed, not having done anything to expose or test it. Reading once the jagged flashes were gone didn't seem to be a problem.
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I read some more stuff about optical migraines and TIAs. Of course, I can't find the precise websites now, but here's a synopsis.
Optic migraine and classic migraine come from the same cause, which "they think" is likely constriction of blood vessels in the brain. Up to several days before a migraine, you can get hints that it's coming, usually a feeling of tenseness, or depression, or nausea, or constipation ... buncha stuff.
For the past two weeks I've had a feeling of impending doom, and I didn't go to the country house on Thursday as planned because I didn't feel right in my belly.
Next you get the aura. Various kinds. An optical migraine is the enlarging jagged flashing in the visual field.
The migraine starts from the constriction of blood vessels. With me it's all aura, no pain. The flashing is not in my eyes - it's in my brain.
This is followed by the next phase, when the blood vessels release and dilate, which can cause other symptoms and a throbbing headache. Those "other" symptoms are interesting. They can include physical weakness, difficulty speaking, difficulty understanding language, memory problems, and so on.
That can look exactly like a TIA (mini-stroke)!
The whole thing, for an optical migraine, shouldn't take more than an hour or two, with no lasting deficits. My episode was less than an hour altogether, and the scary garbled speech and blanking on names was maybe a half hour tops. No headache after.
Then after it's all over, you feel wonderful, light and healthy.
And I did, no remaining impending doom of the previous two weeks, I felt fantastic, energetic, EVEN THOUGH I was afraid I'd just maybe had a bit of a stroke.
So, my conclusion is that if you experience the symptoms of a stroke or TIA but have NOT experienced any kind of migraine in conjunction, then take an aspirin and go to the ER immediately.
If you experience the symptoms with or after a migraine, classic or optic, then see your doctor and get checked out, because who knows. Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe not, especially if strokes run in your bloodlines.
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I am not aware of experiencing any garbled speech or memory problems after any other ocular migraine I've had, but then again, for most of them, I was alone. I very well might not have noticed, not having done anything to expose or test it. Reading once the jagged flashes were gone didn't seem to be a problem.
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Friday, June 06, 2014
3951 Migraine
Friday, June 6, 2014
Just for the record, I just started an optic (or ocular) migraine about a minute ago. It's spreading, and soon I won't be able to see anything. No pain, no danger, this is just so I can look up a record of how often I have them. (I'm glad I'm not driving.)
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I looked up the past ocular migraines:
1996
02/25/06
12/05/06
05/12/07
07/20/07
11/11/10
10/13/11
06/06/14
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The above was about 12/30 pm today. When it started I was reading an article about WWII American soldiers in England, and the article mentioned Hyde Park, in England. That sounded familiar, like there's a Hyde Park in New York state, but I couldn't remember where. I tried to bring up Google maps to look it up, but I couldn't remember how to get to a website. I was very frustrated, but finally figured it out. Hyde Park, NY, is the next town south of Rhinebeck, which is south of the country house. I know it well. Have to drive through it to get to Poughkeepie. I was very confused. How could I not remember where Hyde Park is? Within a few minutes the ocular migraine had spread to most of my field of vision and I was unable to read the laptop screen, so I gave up and went upstairs to take a bath.
I was soaking in the tub trying to read a book (the visual disturbance had pretty much dissipated by then), and I came across a reference to Franklin Roosevelt. I couldn't remember who he was. Then I couldn't remember my daughter's name. I could remember the Nugget's first name, but not her middle or last name. I panicked. I worked very hard, and was able to come up with some names that sounded right. I tried to say them out loud, and what came out was garbled. I knew what I wanted to say, I could make the right sounds in my head, but what came out of my mouth was a mess.
Finally I said them right. I ran through some other names, like Piper's, the Hairless Hunk, The Man. It was very difficult to remember them, especially their last names, and even when I thought I had them I wasn't sure it was right. Over the period of maybe 15 minutes it got better. I could remember names and I could say them out loud. Within 20 minutes I was not only 100% ok, but I even feel good, better than I have in the past two weeks..
So, maybe this was a TIA (a.k.a. mini-stroke). Perhaps a tiny blood clot that dissolved quickly. Or maybe a blood vessel spasm (I've had those in my legs). I called the doctor I have been assigned by my new insurance, but his Friday hours are 8 to noon. I refuse to go to the ER.
My history regarding names is poor. I've had problems remembering names all my life. One time when Daughter was in high school I called the office to tell them I would be picking her up early for an appointment - and I couldn't remember her name! I had to hang up and look her name up. Not being able to remember names is for me normal. Sometimes I completely blank out. What was not normal was not being able to speak.
Whatever it was, it was over quickly, but I guess I should have some tests. Bleck. I'll call the doctor Monday. I am not happy about that.
I didn't want to, but I went over to Daughter's house about 4:45 and told her what had happened, and that for the next two days or so I will call her every two (waking) hours, and if I don't she should check on me. Naturally, she freaked out. So she insisted that I accompany her and the Nugget to the grocery store.
I didn't keel over dead or say anything weird, so she seems to have relaxed a bit.
Jeeze! Am I ever going to get up to the country house? This is getting ridiculous.
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Just for the record, I just started an optic (or ocular) migraine about a minute ago. It's spreading, and soon I won't be able to see anything. No pain, no danger, this is just so I can look up a record of how often I have them. (I'm glad I'm not driving.)
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I looked up the past ocular migraines:
1996
02/25/06
12/05/06
05/12/07
07/20/07
11/11/10
10/13/11
06/06/14
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The above was about 12/30 pm today. When it started I was reading an article about WWII American soldiers in England, and the article mentioned Hyde Park, in England. That sounded familiar, like there's a Hyde Park in New York state, but I couldn't remember where. I tried to bring up Google maps to look it up, but I couldn't remember how to get to a website. I was very frustrated, but finally figured it out. Hyde Park, NY, is the next town south of Rhinebeck, which is south of the country house. I know it well. Have to drive through it to get to Poughkeepie. I was very confused. How could I not remember where Hyde Park is? Within a few minutes the ocular migraine had spread to most of my field of vision and I was unable to read the laptop screen, so I gave up and went upstairs to take a bath.
I was soaking in the tub trying to read a book (the visual disturbance had pretty much dissipated by then), and I came across a reference to Franklin Roosevelt. I couldn't remember who he was. Then I couldn't remember my daughter's name. I could remember the Nugget's first name, but not her middle or last name. I panicked. I worked very hard, and was able to come up with some names that sounded right. I tried to say them out loud, and what came out was garbled. I knew what I wanted to say, I could make the right sounds in my head, but what came out of my mouth was a mess.
Finally I said them right. I ran through some other names, like Piper's, the Hairless Hunk, The Man. It was very difficult to remember them, especially their last names, and even when I thought I had them I wasn't sure it was right. Over the period of maybe 15 minutes it got better. I could remember names and I could say them out loud. Within 20 minutes I was not only 100% ok, but I even feel good, better than I have in the past two weeks..
So, maybe this was a TIA (a.k.a. mini-stroke). Perhaps a tiny blood clot that dissolved quickly. Or maybe a blood vessel spasm (I've had those in my legs). I called the doctor I have been assigned by my new insurance, but his Friday hours are 8 to noon. I refuse to go to the ER.
My history regarding names is poor. I've had problems remembering names all my life. One time when Daughter was in high school I called the office to tell them I would be picking her up early for an appointment - and I couldn't remember her name! I had to hang up and look her name up. Not being able to remember names is for me normal. Sometimes I completely blank out. What was not normal was not being able to speak.
Whatever it was, it was over quickly, but I guess I should have some tests. Bleck. I'll call the doctor Monday. I am not happy about that.
I didn't want to, but I went over to Daughter's house about 4:45 and told her what had happened, and that for the next two days or so I will call her every two (waking) hours, and if I don't she should check on me. Naturally, she freaked out. So she insisted that I accompany her and the Nugget to the grocery store.
I didn't keel over dead or say anything weird, so she seems to have relaxed a bit.
Jeeze! Am I ever going to get up to the country house? This is getting ridiculous.
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Thursday, June 05, 2014
3950 Dead AOL id comes back to life!
Thursday, June 5, 2014
I have Jay's old email id on AOL. I haven't used it in something like eight years, because we went through a period where on every AOL update I lost all my saved mail. I don't even remember the password. Back when I set up my Gmail account, I set AOL to forward all email to Gmail. Over the years I've been getting fewer and fewer bits of email forwarded from AOL, mostly ads from cruise lines. AOL, for all its faults, does a fairly good job of filtering out spam.
Suddenly I'm getting loads of crap forwarded from AOL, all unsolicited spam ads. It all seems to be coming through some kind of bulk mailer called "iBuilder".
Where the heck did they get that email address? How do I stop it?
(I may have shot myself in the foot. It's possible that something somewhere, like a local store I was shopping in, insisted that I give them an email address, and I shrugged and gave them the AOL id without even thinking about it.)
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Bonus rant:
Alexander Fleming DID NOT "discover" penicillin. He merely named it and gave it a medical stamp of approval, and made it possible to make money on it. People had been strapping moldy bread to injuries for centuries before he came along.
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I have Jay's old email id on AOL. I haven't used it in something like eight years, because we went through a period where on every AOL update I lost all my saved mail. I don't even remember the password. Back when I set up my Gmail account, I set AOL to forward all email to Gmail. Over the years I've been getting fewer and fewer bits of email forwarded from AOL, mostly ads from cruise lines. AOL, for all its faults, does a fairly good job of filtering out spam.
Suddenly I'm getting loads of crap forwarded from AOL, all unsolicited spam ads. It all seems to be coming through some kind of bulk mailer called "iBuilder".
Where the heck did they get that email address? How do I stop it?
(I may have shot myself in the foot. It's possible that something somewhere, like a local store I was shopping in, insisted that I give them an email address, and I shrugged and gave them the AOL id without even thinking about it.)
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Bonus rant:
Alexander Fleming DID NOT "discover" penicillin. He merely named it and gave it a medical stamp of approval, and made it possible to make money on it. People had been strapping moldy bread to injuries for centuries before he came along.
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3949 Turtle
Thursday, June 5, 2014
This snapping turtle was in my back yard yesterday.
Other turtles in other years have tried to lay eggs in my yard, but had been unable to dig more than an inch or two into the solid clay. This lady was perhaps a little smarter. She made four attempts right up next to the foundation. The dirt (I refuse to call it soil) is likely to be a little looser there, having been backfilled and not having been packed by heavy equipment running over it. Still, she dug four holes. She didn't bother to refill the first three shallow holes so I assume there are no eggs there. She did fill the fourth (right next to the air conditioner units), so maybe she got deep enough to actually lay eggs there.
This snapper is pretty small, about the size of a standard dinner plate. Previous visitors have been almost turkey platter sized, and covered with moss. They come up from the little stream/ditch at the end of my yard, that feeds into the lake just down the road.
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This snapping turtle was in my back yard yesterday.
Other turtles in other years have tried to lay eggs in my yard, but had been unable to dig more than an inch or two into the solid clay. This lady was perhaps a little smarter. She made four attempts right up next to the foundation. The dirt (I refuse to call it soil) is likely to be a little looser there, having been backfilled and not having been packed by heavy equipment running over it. Still, she dug four holes. She didn't bother to refill the first three shallow holes so I assume there are no eggs there. She did fill the fourth (right next to the air conditioner units), so maybe she got deep enough to actually lay eggs there.
This snapper is pretty small, about the size of a standard dinner plate. Previous visitors have been almost turkey platter sized, and covered with moss. They come up from the little stream/ditch at the end of my yard, that feeds into the lake just down the road.
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3848 Poison of the Vipers
Thursday, June 5, 2014
The following is a comment on an article on from whom Malia Obama will be learning to drive. The comments on almost all articles of any type concerning the Obamas are vicious. I've never seen so much vitriol. This particular commenter says what I am thinking better than I ever could.
The article in question:
http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/whos-teaching-first-daughter-malia-obama-drive-171528363--abc-news-politics.html?vp=1
Amen.
The following is a comment on an article on from whom Malia Obama will be learning to drive. The comments on almost all articles of any type concerning the Obamas are vicious. I've never seen so much vitriol. This particular commenter says what I am thinking better than I ever could.
The article in question:
http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/whos-teaching-first-daughter-malia-obama-drive-171528363--abc-news-politics.html?vp=1
The comment (emphasis mine):
Yowza • Two points here:---------------------------------------
1. Since at least the days of the Kennedy administration, pretty much anything the First Family does has been a media topic either when it happens or when the media otherwise learn about it.
Historically, the First Family has always been the closest thing we have to royalty here in the States, so the ready comparison/analogy is the continuous media attention likewise accorded the royal family in the U.K.. And the American people sui generis have also come to expect that our Presidents and First Ladies will make themselves available to the media, and will make public appearances at events and/or on news programs, on essentially a daily basis, even when they are otherwise on vacation.
And even though neither you nor I may have voted for this particular president, or any given one or more of his predecessors, in each and every instance the majority of those casting ballots in the pertinent presidential election did so.
2. As someone who was an officer of my high school civics club, and who was an officer of my college's Young Republicans club, and an officer in my collegiate state's Young Republican organization, and a delegate to 2 Young Republican national conventions, I've been an active follower of both federal elections and administrations for almost 55 years now.
And as a First Family, the Kennedys were derided, and/or despised and/or mocked by many, and especially Republicans until the very day of his assassination, and likewise the Johnsons during both of his administrations, as were in turn the Nixons during both of his administrations (mostly by Democrats, but also later by many Republicans after the Watergate scandal), the Fords not so much (though Jerry was often ridiculed for his mental and physical 'ineptness', but with Carter the derision and despise bloomed anew once again, particularly about the Iran hostage situation and the botched first Special Forces attempted rescue. Reagan mostly got a pass though he was nevertheless criticized openly and frequently for the corruption in both his administrations and seriously called out for his "secret war" in Nicaragua...and George H.W. was likewise mostly given a pass, though he was nevertheless criticized heavily for the undue influence the military-industrial complex exerted on his administration...and for failing to take down Hussein after his invasion of Kuwait. And presumably pretty much everyone knows about all the Clinton 'situations' (Whitewater, Lewinsky and the ultimately failed attempt to impeach him),and of course W. and his administrations were pretty vigorously criticized by the Demos for a variety of things, after an early temporary "pass" after 9/11.
However, in my experience and opinion, none of the attacks and criticisms leveled at any of those past presidents and/or their administrations have ever been even remotely anywhere near as highly vitriolic and toxic, or as continuous, or as all-pervasive/encompassing as those that have been directed against Obama and his administrations...and no other First Lady in/over the last 50+ years been as openly, overtly and frequently attacked/criticized as Michelle Obama has been over the last 5+ years...even Hilary while she was First Lady...and I'm not sure that Michelle hasn't been subject to more direct attacks/criticisms than all of last 8 previous First Ladies combined.
Maybe I'm just "old school" and a bit old-fashioned, but where and the way I was brought up it was pretty much expected/accepted that a woman would stand by, and stand up for, her man...it was also always a given that you didn't attack or criticize her for doing so, nor were you supposed to openly insult or slur another man's wife no matter how much you disliked or despised either her or her husband...not only was it otherwise socially unacceptable to do so, but it was regarded as both being fundamentally uncouth/boorish and a matter of dishonor
Amen.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
3847 I have dents in my forehead
Thursday, May 22, 2014
An online comment (I think it was on some article having to do with tornado victims): "It is a tragic fact of life in these United States recently that we rush to judgment and bitterly, caustically denounce others with little or no real information. It's part of the negative social mood under which our nation now struggles. Hopefully, some day we will be able to move forward to better relations with our fellows. Don't expect I'll live long enough to see it on the internet, but I'll do my part where I am."
This guy GETS it! It's been bothering me for so long, the way people JUST KNOW what's in other people's hearts and minds. The negativity is so overwhelming and discouraging.
I blame Republicans.
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I get impatient when people say that Christopher Columbus "proved the Earth is round". Um, no, he didn't. That was his theory, but all he proved is that there is more land to the west of Europe.
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A CNN reporter tweeted that Thailand is now under marital law. Not to be outdone, the caption on Getty images from the scene declare that Thailand is under Marshall law.
These are professionals. I fear for our country.
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An online comment (I think it was on some article having to do with tornado victims): "It is a tragic fact of life in these United States recently that we rush to judgment and bitterly, caustically denounce others with little or no real information. It's part of the negative social mood under which our nation now struggles. Hopefully, some day we will be able to move forward to better relations with our fellows. Don't expect I'll live long enough to see it on the internet, but I'll do my part where I am."
This guy GETS it! It's been bothering me for so long, the way people JUST KNOW what's in other people's hearts and minds. The negativity is so overwhelming and discouraging.
I blame Republicans.
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I get impatient when people say that Christopher Columbus "proved the Earth is round". Um, no, he didn't. That was his theory, but all he proved is that there is more land to the west of Europe.
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A CNN reporter tweeted that Thailand is now under marital law. Not to be outdone, the caption on Getty images from the scene declare that Thailand is under Marshall law.
These are professionals. I fear for our country.
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Sunday, April 27, 2014
3846 It's easier to just repeat
Sunday, April 27, 2013
It's easier to just repeat what someone else tells you than to listen, learn, and draw your own conclusions.
That's happening right now to the NBA Clippers owner Donald Sterling, who's accused of racism after being heard on tape telling his girlfriend not to bring any of her black friends to his games. He and she were arguing, and she taped the argument without his knowlege. Now everybody is down on him, including Magic Johnson, whom Sterling had mentioned by name. It's blowing up into a huge storm, players on the Clippers are making sort of veiled threats about letting their playing show how they feel, and even the NBA is planning to "investigate", which we know means he's already declared guilty in the media.
I don't think a single person who's yelling racism actually listened to the whole tape, or if they did I doubt they listened to the actual meaning rather than just pulling out individual words (and no, the n-word is not used once). They are using sentences and words out of context!
They're repeating what they were told was said.
They're repeating what they were told was said.
That royally pisses me off!
Isn't potentially ruining someone's life worth at least checking it out yourself?
Isn't potentially ruining someone's life worth at least checking it out yourself?
Clippers Owner Donald Sterling to GF - Don't Bring Black People to My Games, Including Magic Johnson
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Where I'm coming from in my understanding:
My maternal grandmother was born in the nineteenth century. She was a product of her time. She was not simply racist - she was xenophobic. You know, like "Those people are not like us". She would have had a stroke if I dated someone of another race, OR a white guy whose surname ended in a vowel other than "e". Or an Irishman. Or a Jew ("they murdered our Lord, you know"). I'm not kidding. Absolutely.
So if I were dating someone of a different race, you can be damn sure I would hide that fact from her and everyone else in the family of her generation. I just wouldn't want to hear anything they have to say. And I would ask the rest of my family and friends not to mention it either. Let's not inflame anyone.
So, now, would that make ME racist? Or am I simply avoiding having to deal with HER racism (which makes me a coward, but that's different)?
So, Sterling and the girlfriend. She is very young, beautiful, exotic. He's old and ugly (personal opinion - REALLY old and REALLY ugly!). It's possible that a lot of his friends are either jealous and wouldn't be unhappy if he were hurt by her, or see her as a gold digger and want to protect him from her, or some combination, but they are unlikely to be benevolent toward the relationship.
Oh, by the way, she is of mixed race, including at least Black and Hispanic.
He complains pretty explicitly on the tape that he's tired of his friends and people he has to deal with calling him or emailing him all the time to inform him that she's posing for photos with Black guys and posting the photos online. In the argument, he is telling her that he doesn't care who she's friends with (he never says anything that can be construed as racist, he even expresses admiration for Magic Johnson, the most recent guy she'd been photographed with) --- but he asks her to please please be a little less public about it, more discreet. He's tired of people poking at him about what she's up to now. He just doesn't want to deal with it.
It sounds to me like he has a bunch of racist friends, and like me with my grandmother, he just wants them off his back. He is forced to deal with these people. So "do what you want, but cool it with the publicity, and for God's sake don't bring Black guys to my games." Let's not inflame anyone, ok?
Folks without the patience to listen to the damn tape picked up on the "don't bring them to my games", and pounced on it without questioning what he meant and why.
And they are thoroughly pissing me off.
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Thursday, April 24, 2014
3845 I Don't Understand "Art"
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
A few years ago a friend and I visited the art museum at Vassar College. A lot of it was impressive. Some was not, like the 10' x 10' sheet of what I can only describe as graph paper. White with black vertical and horizontal lines making squares maybe 5" x 5". Just plain old graph paper, made big.
Art? I don't get it.
A few years ago a friend and I visited the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art (Mass MoCA). There was a room with a bunch of large white squares of paper. Apparently identical white squares. Each square had a placard next to it explaining it. I don't remember the exact descriptions, but it was something like this: The first had been exposed to sunlight for several hours. The second had been kept in the dark for several hours. The third had been snowed on. Another had been exposed to a cloudy sky. One had been exposed to loud rock music, while another has been exposed to classical music. And so on. As if that wasn't already ridiculous enough, there were people in the room walking from piece to piece examining them carefully, stoking their VanDykes, and commenting to each other on ... something. I don't know what they found so fascinating (yeah, the idea for the exhibit was amusing, but that doesn't need examining each canvas) and I didn't have a chance to find out what they were saying because I was giggling too loud. I got dirty looks from the cognoscenti.
Art? I don't get it.
I don't understand a lot of the stuff that is called art. That guy who blocked off the canvas with black horizontal and vertical lines and then painted some of the rectangles with primary colors - Piet Mondrian. Apparently a lot of people think/thought he's just wonderful. Mind-blowing.
Or this:
A few years ago a friend and I visited the art museum at Vassar College. A lot of it was impressive. Some was not, like the 10' x 10' sheet of what I can only describe as graph paper. White with black vertical and horizontal lines making squares maybe 5" x 5". Just plain old graph paper, made big.
Art? I don't get it.
A few years ago a friend and I visited the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art (Mass MoCA). There was a room with a bunch of large white squares of paper. Apparently identical white squares. Each square had a placard next to it explaining it. I don't remember the exact descriptions, but it was something like this: The first had been exposed to sunlight for several hours. The second had been kept in the dark for several hours. The third had been snowed on. Another had been exposed to a cloudy sky. One had been exposed to loud rock music, while another has been exposed to classical music. And so on. As if that wasn't already ridiculous enough, there were people in the room walking from piece to piece examining them carefully, stoking their VanDykes, and commenting to each other on ... something. I don't know what they found so fascinating (yeah, the idea for the exhibit was amusing, but that doesn't need examining each canvas) and I didn't have a chance to find out what they were saying because I was giggling too loud. I got dirty looks from the cognoscenti.
Art? I don't get it.
I don't understand a lot of the stuff that is called art. That guy who blocked off the canvas with black horizontal and vertical lines and then painted some of the rectangles with primary colors - Piet Mondrian. Apparently a lot of people think/thought he's just wonderful. Mind-blowing.
You can natter on all you want about "movement", and "weight" and "structure", yeah, I get all that, but, uh, no. I see no "art" there. I see craft only.
A woman died recently, Agnes Martin. Her work is in major museums all over the world. She's a "minimalist", which apparently means "paint a canvas solid blue and call it the sea", and "copy a sheet of lined notepaper". (There's a good chance she was responsible for the graph paper at Vassar.) This thing sold for $2,000,000.00. Seriously.
Two million? Why? I see no particular skill or talent. Go to the Google images of her work (here) and find anything there that couldn't be essentially duplicated by anyone with minimal training in technique (like, how to draw a straight line, how to color within the lines, etc.)!
Is most of contemporary art a big joke?
I don't get it.
And then there's Cy Twombly. Some few of his floral-looking things are interesting, but most of his output is like this:
Check out his gallery at http://www.cytwombly.info/twombly_gallery.htm.
I think the REAL "talent" in the contemporary art world consists of showmanship, contacts, networking, salesmanship, business acumen, and a talent for convincing suggestible (rich! famous!) people that what they are looking at is somehow special.
Cyndi Lauper and Madonna hit the music charts at about the same time. Madonna took off and soared while Cindi petered out. In my opinion, Cyndi was a much better musician, but Madonna was a better manipulator.
I guess art works the same way.
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I used to live near Woodstock, NY, and there are a lot of talentless people there who define themselves as artists. I guess they're right. They can pick up a brush (or whatever) and daub paint (or whatever) on a canvas (or whatever), and that makes them a painter, by definition. But just because you can put paint on a surface doesn't make you an artist.
Or does it?
Maybe so. Maybe they just need to develop that other talent.
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014
3844 Addicted
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
I am addicted to the internet. I browse for probably a good ten hours a day. It's really getting out of hand. There's just too much interesting stuff out there. Too many links that lead me off into too many wasted hours. Like, someone mentioned an episode of "Mama's Family" to illustrate a point the other day, and included a link to the clip on Youtube. Three days later I had watched every 20-minute episode available.
I've been trying to limit myself, but it isn't easy. Today I turned myself loose, and kept notes of what I did, where I went. I learned a few things, like about methane, and about the active volcano in Antarctica, and how young men in Saudi Arabia are crazy.
Here's where I've been - one day in my addiction:
Five hours have passed. Food. Bath, got dressed.
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Cut open five 50-lb bags of sand, filled Nugget's new sandbox on my back patio. Added shells and toys. Her 3rd birthday is Saturday. The wind was so strong I could barely stand.
Later, Daughter and Nugget visited and we had a tea party. Nugget did an excellent job pouring iced tea from a small teapot, and serving little cuts of carrot cake.
It is now 7 pm. Will wash yesterday's dishes, and start something for dinner, then watch Survivor at 8. After that I'll peruse the 21 items that have already dropped into my feeds reader since I cleared it out at 5:30 (plus any additional that arrive later).
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I am addicted to the internet. I browse for probably a good ten hours a day. It's really getting out of hand. There's just too much interesting stuff out there. Too many links that lead me off into too many wasted hours. Like, someone mentioned an episode of "Mama's Family" to illustrate a point the other day, and included a link to the clip on Youtube. Three days later I had watched every 20-minute episode available.
I've been trying to limit myself, but it isn't easy. Today I turned myself loose, and kept notes of what I did, where I went. I learned a few things, like about methane, and about the active volcano in Antarctica, and how young men in Saudi Arabia are crazy.
Here's where I've been - one day in my addiction:
- Read some email: notice from town re water flush, some meetup notices.
- Scanned titles of offerings in my feedly feeds list.
- Watched a video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gsbPLCBa8s on youtube.
- Researched how to watch any video in slow motion.
- Read an article re obtaining methane from dairy operations, including the links in it, http://nowiknow.com/another-way-to-milk-a-cow/.
- Shopped for refrigerator magnets on Amazon.
- Watched a scary video, changing tires on a moving car, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQm5BnhTBEQ.
- Took a trip to the future of the past, 1964 World's Fair, I was there! http://mashable.com/2014/04/23/1964-new-york-worlds-fair-photos/?utm_medium=feed&utm_source=rss
- Read a slew of news headlines.
- Read an article re raindrops and windshields, http://what-if.xkcd.com/93/.
- Scanned a few "Cute Overload" posts.
- Read "Field Negro" opinion piece.
- Read a few short WSJ Law Blog blurbs.
- Read article, picky eaters don't survive, http://mashable.com/2014/04/23/survive-extinction-picky-eater/?utm_medium=feed&utm_source=rss
- Watched video about students abusing Adderall, http://news.discovery.com/human/videos/are-students-abusing-adderall-video-140422.htm#mkcpgn=rssnws1
- Read article re animals dining on humans, http://news.discovery.com/animals/do-some-animals-get-a-taste-for-human-blood-1402071.htm
- Read a You Suck At Craigslist entry.
- Read a blog entry from a guy who lives near the country house.
- Checked past RockyCat blog posts for more comments.
- Read latest post(s) on Cake Wrecks, New Dress a Day, Simian Idiot, Pearl Why You Little... (another cat one, so I skimmed it), Shoebox, FreeRangeKids, The Daily Coyote, Out There, QC RSS.
- Switched from Firefox to Explorer to read four new posts on Comics I don't Understand, including the comments (the best part). Interesting discussion of the disappearance of cursive at http://comicsidontunderstand.com/wordpress/2014/04/22/of-course-we-cant-let-a-rhetorical-question-go-unanswered/#comments.
- Looked up Sutterlin font.
- Read the Wikipedia entry on origins of the QWERTY keyboard.
- Deleted without reading some 30 alerts from feedly.
- Took a break by playing a few games of 2048.
- Checked email.
- Read an article about a school bus driver bullying a disabled child.
Five hours have passed. Food. Bath, got dressed.
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- Read about the spreading of the NYPD twitter fiasco. http://mashable.com/2014/04/23/mynypd-hashtag-anger-police/?utm_medium=feed&utm_source=rss and http://mashable.com/2014/04/22/nypd-hashtag/
- Few more iterations of 2048 game.
- Read about a lava lake in Antarctica (never heard of that before!), http://mashable.com/2014/04/23/antarctic-lava-lake-erebus/?utm_medium=feed&utm_source=rss *and* http://www.livescience.com/44892-gallery-erebus-volcano-lava-lake.html
- Looked up view of Hawaii's Kilauea caldron (supposedly one of Earth's four persistent lava lakes, because I don't remember seeing a lava lake, and yup, it doesn't LOOK like a lava lake), https://www.google.com/maps/place/Kilauea/@19.375395,-155.2770128,1464a,35y,77.53t/data=!3m1!1e3!4m2!3m1!1s0x7953da0ab927343d:0xfb584cf4fd7e4451
- Read article
"Why Habitable Exoplanets Might Mean Humanity Is Doomed", http://mashable.com/2014/04/23/habitable-planets-human-extinction/?utm_medium=feed&utm_source=feedly&utm_reader=feedly
Cut open five 50-lb bags of sand, filled Nugget's new sandbox on my back patio. Added shells and toys. Her 3rd birthday is Saturday. The wind was so strong I could barely stand.
Later, Daughter and Nugget visited and we had a tea party. Nugget did an excellent job pouring iced tea from a small teapot, and serving little cuts of carrot cake.
It is now 7 pm. Will wash yesterday's dishes, and start something for dinner, then watch Survivor at 8. After that I'll peruse the 21 items that have already dropped into my feeds reader since I cleared it out at 5:30 (plus any additional that arrive later).
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Sunday, April 20, 2014
3843 Tennessee schools enrich the learning experience
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Headline:
Headline:
Laptop, liquor, pornographic videos stolen from Sullivan school warehouse
3842 Kitchen shortcuts
Sunday, April 20, 2014
I just saw a nifty way to halve cherry tomatoes on another website. Put the tomatoes on a dinner plate. Put another plate upside down on top. There should a space between the two plates. Cut through that space. All tomatoes are cut at one pass.
I have my own hacks that I'd never seen before:
I just saw a nifty way to halve cherry tomatoes on another website. Put the tomatoes on a dinner plate. Put another plate upside down on top. There should a space between the two plates. Cut through that space. All tomatoes are cut at one pass.
I have my own hacks that I'd never seen before:
- If you want to make nice even slices of onion or large tomato, first cut an end off so you have a flat surface. Instead of cutting down through the onion or tomato, which puts your fingers in jeopardy and sometimes gives you uneven slices, plop the thing flat on the cut surface on the cutting board. Cover the "top" with your flat hand. Using a very sharp knife with a fairly flat-sided handle, lying on its side, cut parallel to the cutting board, away from you, sliding each slice out from under after it's cut. If you need thinner slices, move the cutting board to the edge of the counter to drop the handle (depending on your board), or for thicker slices, support the knife handle with your fingertips as you pass it through.
- For uniform pie crust and pastry rolling, you'll need some pieces of wood the thickness of the dough (I've used variously chopsticks, a pair of rulers, strips of plastic Jay had cut to size for me, etc.). When you're almost finished rolling the dough out, while it's still a little bit too thick, place the sticks on either side and roll across them. You get uniformly thick dough. I started doing that when I was making Welsh cookies. They are rolled in batches, fairly thickly, and then cut into circles, and it's important that they all be the same thickness so they'll all cook evenly on the griddle.
3841 Enforced diet?
Sunday, April 20, 2014
I don't understand saber-toothed tigers. You always see them depicted with these enormous long teeth, right? Well, how did they get food in their mouths with those barriers in front like that?
They could open their mouths 130 degrees. Nice start. But if you look at the skulls,
(photo from http://www.propsport.com/11-sabertoothed-tiger-skull-modelversion-40-p-10.html)
even with the jaws fully open, you can't fit much more than a very small rabbit in the resulting open space. I haven't found any explanation of how they got food into their mouths anywhere out there.
Maybe once the prey had been stabbed to death they could nibble off bits with those tiny front teeth, between the sabers, or chew off small sticking-out chunks with the side molars. The saber-teeth would not be very helpful at tearing off chunks because they were very brittle and broke easily. It all seems very inefficient for a beasty that big.
Saber-tooth tigers (not really a tiger anyway) just don't make any sense to me.
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I don't understand saber-toothed tigers. You always see them depicted with these enormous long teeth, right? Well, how did they get food in their mouths with those barriers in front like that?
They could open their mouths 130 degrees. Nice start. But if you look at the skulls,
even with the jaws fully open, you can't fit much more than a very small rabbit in the resulting open space. I haven't found any explanation of how they got food into their mouths anywhere out there.
Maybe once the prey had been stabbed to death they could nibble off bits with those tiny front teeth, between the sabers, or chew off small sticking-out chunks with the side molars. The saber-teeth would not be very helpful at tearing off chunks because they were very brittle and broke easily. It all seems very inefficient for a beasty that big.
Saber-tooth tigers (not really a tiger anyway) just don't make any sense to me.
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Wednesday, April 16, 2014
3840 Confession
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
I don't understand the moon. I don't understand anything about the moon. I mean the phases, the route it takes, the direction, nothing. Today I read that the moon crosses the Earth's equator every two weeks! Does that mean it stays north of the equator for two weeks and then south for two weeks, then north again? How does that work? Sometimes the moon is very high in the sky. How can that happen without the moon crossing the equator, unless during parts of that time it isn't visible in the opposite hemisphere at all? Are there periods that the Arctic or Antarctic have no moon until it crosses the equator again? I assumed it crossed the equator on every circuit or something.
I vaguely understand that the phases (full, new, quarters, etc.) have to do with the alignment of the moon and the sun, but "vaguely" is literal. Like, when we see a full moon here, is it full everywhere on Earth? How does that happen? Are there nights when we don't see any moon at all, no matter what the phase, because it appeared in our sky during the day (like it did last week)?
Over the years a few people have tried to explain it to me, but then when I start asking questions it becomes clear even to that person that they don't really understand it. They just thought they did until they really thought about it.
You know what? I've decided I don't care any more. I've given up trying to understand the moon.
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I don't understand the moon. I don't understand anything about the moon. I mean the phases, the route it takes, the direction, nothing. Today I read that the moon crosses the Earth's equator every two weeks! Does that mean it stays north of the equator for two weeks and then south for two weeks, then north again? How does that work? Sometimes the moon is very high in the sky. How can that happen without the moon crossing the equator, unless during parts of that time it isn't visible in the opposite hemisphere at all? Are there periods that the Arctic or Antarctic have no moon until it crosses the equator again? I assumed it crossed the equator on every circuit or something.
I vaguely understand that the phases (full, new, quarters, etc.) have to do with the alignment of the moon and the sun, but "vaguely" is literal. Like, when we see a full moon here, is it full everywhere on Earth? How does that happen? Are there nights when we don't see any moon at all, no matter what the phase, because it appeared in our sky during the day (like it did last week)?
Over the years a few people have tried to explain it to me, but then when I start asking questions it becomes clear even to that person that they don't really understand it. They just thought they did until they really thought about it.
You know what? I've decided I don't care any more. I've given up trying to understand the moon.
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3839 You're Kidding!
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
I forget which days it was exactly, maybe Friday and Saturday, but we just had two days in a row that were 85 degrees F.
This morning there's snow in the shaded spots, and a strong icy wind blowing. It's 33 degrees at 8:30 am.
You know that phrase, "It'll be a cold day in Hell before I..."? Well, where'd I put that list. It's time.
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I forget which days it was exactly, maybe Friday and Saturday, but we just had two days in a row that were 85 degrees F.
This morning there's snow in the shaded spots, and a strong icy wind blowing. It's 33 degrees at 8:30 am.
You know that phrase, "It'll be a cold day in Hell before I..."? Well, where'd I put that list. It's time.
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Saturday, April 12, 2014
3838 Treasure
Saturday, April 12, 2014
My grandmother hid savings bonds. I don't know why. Maybe because she lived through the Great Depression, maybe because she didn't trust Grampa not to drink or gamble it away (Grampa had some serious faults, but drink and gambling wasn't among them), maybe it was just packrat tendencies.
On several occasions in my childhood, teens, and young adulthood, she took me around her home and showed me where it was all hidden. Most of it was in envelopes taped to the underside of drawers, in her dining room and bedroom. There must have been tens of thousands of dolllars, especially given that most of the bonds were old, well past maturity and still gathering interest.
She impressed upon me the bonds and their locations were a secret, and that I was the only person who knew this secret. That if anything ever happened to her, I was to swoop in and gather it all up. I don't know what I was supposed to do with it except to make sure it wasn't lost or stolen, I guess.
Well, in my late 20s and especially my 30s I was dealing with mental and emotional issues, and not keeping in very good touch with family. I depended on my mother to keep me posted, which I guess wasn't the best idea. When my father died, nobody thought to inform me until long after the funeral. Same when Grampa died. I found out he'd died when I happened to call Gramma a few weeks after the funeral. I went to visit her, and that's the last time I saw her. Nobody told me when Gramma died, again not until long after the funeral. (I've often wondered - if I hadn't been there when Mom died, would anyone have told me?)
Anyway, several years after Grampa died, Gramma, in her late 80s I guess, had to vacate her apartment, and she moved into one of those senior complexes, you know, with her own apartment and her own familiar furniture, a kitchen but also a dining hall downstairs, nurses available 24 hours, and so on. Mom said she was very happy there, was still taking the city bus into town to shop, and so on.
I asked if Gramma had taken her bedroom set and dining room set with her, and Mom said yes, except for the dining table, that was too big. But she sill had the buffet, server, and china cabinet.
Gramma died in her mid-90s. As I said, no one told me until Mom called one day to complain that Mom's brother's bossy wife had cleaned out the apartment something like the day after Gramma'd died, before the funeral even, and there was nothing left of anything besides a few photo albums.
I was aghast, but for an entirely different reason from my mother! What about the dining room set (which I had always loved)? Oh, they threw it all out. They had a company come in and everything in the apartment went to the dump.
Well, I never said anything to anyone about Gramma's bond stash. I don't know if it was still there, taped to the bottoms of drawers, but it wouldn't have done anyone any good to know at that point. There was enough bad feeling floating around.
I still wonder, though.
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My grandmother hid savings bonds. I don't know why. Maybe because she lived through the Great Depression, maybe because she didn't trust Grampa not to drink or gamble it away (Grampa had some serious faults, but drink and gambling wasn't among them), maybe it was just packrat tendencies.
On several occasions in my childhood, teens, and young adulthood, she took me around her home and showed me where it was all hidden. Most of it was in envelopes taped to the underside of drawers, in her dining room and bedroom. There must have been tens of thousands of dolllars, especially given that most of the bonds were old, well past maturity and still gathering interest.
She impressed upon me the bonds and their locations were a secret, and that I was the only person who knew this secret. That if anything ever happened to her, I was to swoop in and gather it all up. I don't know what I was supposed to do with it except to make sure it wasn't lost or stolen, I guess.
Well, in my late 20s and especially my 30s I was dealing with mental and emotional issues, and not keeping in very good touch with family. I depended on my mother to keep me posted, which I guess wasn't the best idea. When my father died, nobody thought to inform me until long after the funeral. Same when Grampa died. I found out he'd died when I happened to call Gramma a few weeks after the funeral. I went to visit her, and that's the last time I saw her. Nobody told me when Gramma died, again not until long after the funeral. (I've often wondered - if I hadn't been there when Mom died, would anyone have told me?)
Anyway, several years after Grampa died, Gramma, in her late 80s I guess, had to vacate her apartment, and she moved into one of those senior complexes, you know, with her own apartment and her own familiar furniture, a kitchen but also a dining hall downstairs, nurses available 24 hours, and so on. Mom said she was very happy there, was still taking the city bus into town to shop, and so on.
I asked if Gramma had taken her bedroom set and dining room set with her, and Mom said yes, except for the dining table, that was too big. But she sill had the buffet, server, and china cabinet.
Gramma died in her mid-90s. As I said, no one told me until Mom called one day to complain that Mom's brother's bossy wife had cleaned out the apartment something like the day after Gramma'd died, before the funeral even, and there was nothing left of anything besides a few photo albums.
I was aghast, but for an entirely different reason from my mother! What about the dining room set (which I had always loved)? Oh, they threw it all out. They had a company come in and everything in the apartment went to the dump.
Well, I never said anything to anyone about Gramma's bond stash. I don't know if it was still there, taped to the bottoms of drawers, but it wouldn't have done anyone any good to know at that point. There was enough bad feeling floating around.
I still wonder, though.
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
3837 Grease
Thursday, April 10, 2014
With my Amazon Prime membership, I've been watching free movies, mostly "classics" I'd never seen. Today was "Grease". Another blogger mentioned that she was rather proud that she'd never seen "Grease", and it occurred to me I hadn't seen it either, so I watched it this afternoon. (I fast-forwarded through all the songs.)
So, ok. Now I've seen it. Duh.
Can anyone explain to me why, at the end, Sandy decided to ditch "Sandra Dee", and remake herself into a Cha Cha clone? Danny liked her a LOT exactly as she was. I can understand why Danny ditched the leather jacket, since it was Sandy that ran away from him and he felt he needed to win her back by winning her approval. But all she had to do was flirt a little and he'd be all grateful that she wanted him back. There was no need for her to change. If anything, that change would just increase the chance of his doing again what had annoyed her.
So why'd she do that?
I don't understand.
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With my Amazon Prime membership, I've been watching free movies, mostly "classics" I'd never seen. Today was "Grease". Another blogger mentioned that she was rather proud that she'd never seen "Grease", and it occurred to me I hadn't seen it either, so I watched it this afternoon. (I fast-forwarded through all the songs.)
So, ok. Now I've seen it. Duh.
Can anyone explain to me why, at the end, Sandy decided to ditch "Sandra Dee", and remake herself into a Cha Cha clone? Danny liked her a LOT exactly as she was. I can understand why Danny ditched the leather jacket, since it was Sandy that ran away from him and he felt he needed to win her back by winning her approval. But all she had to do was flirt a little and he'd be all grateful that she wanted him back. There was no need for her to change. If anything, that change would just increase the chance of his doing again what had annoyed her.
So why'd she do that?
I don't understand.
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