Wednesday, August 11, 2010

3051 HOTW - Gene Wilder

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
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After you've seen some of my other choices for Honey of the Week, this will seem like a very odd choice. I tend to respond best to dark hair (or no head hair) and dark eyes, but this guy has sandy hair and blue eyes. And it's unlikely anyone would consider him handsome, or sexy, or dignified, or suave. And the body? Eh. But for some reason I have always gotten that wonderful "tickle in the tummy" from him. I adore him. I want to rock him to sleep (the enthusiastic way). I admit I don't understand my own reaction.

I guess I have eclectic taste in men.

The Gene Wilder of a decade or two ago.

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

3050 Teaching, Honey, suicidal caterpillars

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

"Education is what survives when what has been learned
has been forgotten."
-- B. F. Skinner --

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The above quote is so true! When I taught, I used to tell the kids, especially the general math classes when we covered "word problems", that I am only superficially teaching them math, that I am actually teaching them how to think, how to approach a problem, how to determine what is important to the solution and what is extraneous, and how to apply known facts and logic toward the solution, and that this will serve them well throughout their lives, with all types of problems, including romantic, political, and social problems. Believe it or not, the kids liked that explanation, stopped complaining, and applied themselves.

I also reinforced it by giving points for good or creative thinking, especially in geometry proofs, even if they arrived at an incorrect solution.

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News flash! My new house has electricity! This is a photo of the electric company cherry-picker trucks outside the house on a recent evening, photo taken by SIL Hercules:
Still no driveway, lawn, or porch railing, though.

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Last Wednesday I did a "Honey of the week" post. I'm going to try to do one every Wednesday. I've set up six more already, as drafts, to be published on coming Wednesdays, but I'm running into trouble finding more.

I enjoy other people's hunk-posts, but they tend to frequently select guys from static photos, like print ads, especially of the men's underwear model variety. Eye candy. They're ok to look at, very pretty, but don't really "do anything" for me, if you know what I mean.

I guess my sexual response isn't stimulated by a nice face or body. I need to see a man move. I need to see how he uses his eyes. I need to hear his voice. I need to see his reactions to situations, get some idea of how his mind works. I need to know how he carries himself. Some combination of all that will make my tummy tickle.

So my selections will be different from the usual.

I decided to call mine "Honeys" rather than "Hunks", because as will become obvious by my choices over the next few weeks, the guys who elicit a sexual response from me are not necessarily pretty. They're allover sexy - to me, anyway.

Heh. Wait 'til you see tomorrow's Honey. You'll see what I mean. Maybe I'm weird.

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Don't believe everything you read on the internet - or in field guides, either.

When researching Jimson weed (Datura stramonium), several respected sources informed me that no animal or insect is known to eat Jimson weed, it's that poisonous.

So, experts, explain this:
That's a tomato hornworm, larva of the five-spotted sphinx moth (a.k.a. hawk moth), a major pest of tomatoes, peppers, potatoes, and tobacco, all of which, by the way, are related to Jimson weed. It has already eaten two full leaves down to stubs, and is making major headway on the third. So much for no insects known to eat it.

The white things on it are the cocoons of larvae of the braconid wasp. The wasp lays its eggs under the caterpillar's skin. The eggs hatch inside the caterpillar, and the wasp larvae feed on the caterpillar's innards! Ick! When they get big enough, they cut holes in the caterpillar's skin, emerge, and spin cocoons to pupate in for about five days (I seem to remember five as the number), and then they emerge from the cocoons as adult wasps. Then the caterpillar dies.

The dead caterpillar husk is called a "mummy" because it's dried up and empty.

What I don't understand is why the caterpillar lives that long! I mean, when the wasp larvae emerge, all the damage has been done, and the caterpillar hasn't got much left inside. I wonder if it's aware it's been eaten up inside! How does it even live long enough for the wasps to emerge from its body, let alone five more days?

Maybe this caterpillar is eating the Jimson weed in an attempt to commit suicide.
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Monday, August 09, 2010

3049 Hate - pure, simple, unthinking

Monday, August 9, 2010

"Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it's just an illusion,
that people are going to bring their own stuff into it."
-- David Sedaris --

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Perhaps someone could explain why the big difference between the first three reactions, and the last three reactions?



I'm afraid maybe I do understand why, and it thoroughly pisses me off.

Note that in the lower left corner, the three complaints could have been applied to the Bush actions, but they weren't. Why not?

[From Pundit Kitchen, http://punditkitchen.com/2010/08/09/political-pictures-right-wing-rage/]
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3048 Madness in a weed

Monday, August 9, 2010

Short story - "She lies. He lies. They lay."

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Becs has identified the strange plant in the previous post as Datura, jimson weed (a.k.a. loco weed (not the same as locoweed), Jamestown weed, devil's weed, mad seed), in a comment. She nailed it.

According to the Peterson field guide, "All parts of this plant are extremely poisonous." There are no animals or insects that eat it. It causes overheating, raised blood pressure, visual problems that can last for weeks, delirium, and a bunch of other bad stuff. There is no antidote. It is fatal if you don't know exactly what you're doing with it.

Wow. The Hairless Hunk doesn't want me to move away, but I didn't think he'd poison me to stop me! Actually, he did mention that his son gets a rash if he touches it. He has a passel of little kids, so I'll alert him to destroy the plants in his yard, and not by burning - the smoke is also hallucinogenic, and not in a good way. Even sniffing the scent of the flowers can cause mild symptoms --- which might help to explain some odd reactions the other evening, when the first blossoms opened.

I think I'll keep my plants, they're safe from munching, but I'll be careful about not touching or sniffing, and I'll snip the flower heads before they set seeds.

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It's been a rough year.
The economy is so bad that I got a predeclined credit card in the mail. If the bank returns your check marked "Insufficient Funds," you have to call them and ask if they mean you or them.

McDonald's is selling the "1/4 ouncer". I ordered a burger and the kid behind the counter asked, "Can you afford fries with that?"

CEO's are now playing miniature golf. Hot Wheels and Matchbox stocks are trading higher than GM. Dick Cheney took his stockbroker hunting. The Mafia is laying off judges. BP Oil laid off 25 congressmen. Parents in Beverly Hills and Malibu are firing their nannies and learning their children's names. A truckload of Americans was caught sneaking into Mexico .

Congress looked into the Bernard Madoff scandal. Oh Great!! The guy who made $50 billion disappear was investigated by the people who made $1.5 trillion disappear !

Motel Six won't leave the light on anymore.
You know things are bad when I'm thinking about selling clothes from my closet instead of buying more. I've been living on my (tiny, because I retired early) monthly retirement check, the monthly SS widow's stipend (slightly higher than the retirement check), and quarterly interest and dividends from investments. But I've been selling off investments to buy the car and the NJ house, and ACK!, that means lowered interest and dividends, at least until I can sell this house.

I'm feeling it. Not in the same way as some others, but yeah. The balance on my credit cards is scary.
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Sunday, August 08, 2010

3047 Strange Plant, Familiar Bug

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Love longs for union.

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The Hunk gave me some plants that were growing in his yard, to plant in my huge pots. He said they'd get large, and they had pretty blossoms.

I've looked in all my plant books, including the Audubon field guide to North American wildflowers, and the Peterson guide to edible wild plants, which details almost all wild plant groups, noting which are edible, inedible, or poisonous. There's nothing even remotely like these plants in any of my books. Not even a family they might belong to.

So. Anyone know what these might be? The flowers open in the afternoon and have a pleasant delicate scent. The leaves absolutely stink, really bad, and leave the smell on your hands if you touch them.

The big plant in the front, and another at the far end toward the left. The blossoms have a long trumpet. The Hunk says they form large seed pods. (Notice also the flamingos hiding off to the top right.)



I also found an insect on my garage door that I haven't seen in years:


It's a Walking Stick! At first I thought he was missing a pair of legs, but his hind pair are straight back along the end of his body. I guess he thinks it makes him look more like a stick. He's about five or six inches long, head to end of tail (not including legs).
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Saturday, August 07, 2010

3046 Rosetta

Saturday, August 7, 2010

"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired."
-- Robert Frost --

(I don't agree with that, but it sounds good. Actually,
it sounds more like infatuation, a "crush".)


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I got up at a decent hour this morning, and got some stuff done! I dried the last of last night's laundry, and put everything away. I sorted the stack of newspapers, pulled out the crossword puzzles to do later. I took a load of paper, glass, and plastics to the recycle center. I took deposit bottles and a load of plastic bags to the grocery store for recycling. I bought some groceries. My back had gone out before I finished planting all the new flowers, but it's feeling better now, so I got some more done on that. And a few other little things I can't remember now.

I'm proud of me.

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Chinese circus acrobats and Swan Lake:


[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sMc-p19FIk]

I had to watch it twice to catch all the details, like how he picked her up when she was lying on the floor at about 1:18ish. I wonder how on earth he avoids bruises on his shoulders. How did she start spinning when she was on his head?

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Having shown something fabulous from China, I figure now I can get away with this (I hope it's clear, not too fuzzy to read. If it is too fuzzy, the original is at http://chatroulettetrolling.com/2010/08/06/language-troll-take-that-rosetta-stone/):


By the way, I have actually touched the Rosetta stone! It's behind glass now, but when Jay and I saw it (in perhaps 1995? 1996?),it was just in a velvet rope square, and not very far behind the ropes, because my arms aren't all that long. I touched one side surface with one finger.
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Friday, August 06, 2010

3045 Bits, bugs, and spiders

Friday, August 6, 2010

"God created Man in his own image and Man, being a generous sort,
returned the favor."
-- Mark Twain --

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We'd had rain predictions almost every day, but we've had very little actual rain. Clouds, little sprinkles, then nothing. I have to water the new flowers every morning, or they promptly dry up.

That's quite a contrast to last year. We had so much rain that the woods stank of rot. Most people don't remember that.

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I saw the movie "The Kids Are All Right" Wednesday evening. It was ok, I guess. The promos had led me to believe it would be amusing, if not funny, but it wasn't. It was quite serious.

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The last several movies I've seen have me wondering. Adults have sex, yeah, and it's often a part of the story, but I don't understand why it's necessary to show HOW they do it. If you want to say the guy'd been with a prostitute, all you really need to show is a woman tucking her blouse into her skirt and the guy giving her money. We don't really need to know in what position they did it.

I'm getting annoyed at all the gratuitous sex I'm being asked to watch.

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This is an interesting article on what may be the most dangerous road in the world: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/08/world/asia/08road.html?_r=1

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Cicadas in your yard? Eat them! Recipes: http://biology.clc.uc.edu/steincarter/recipes.htm

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Last night I had dinner with 12 other Mensa folks on the deck over the water at a lakeside restaurant deep in Hasidic summer camp country. It was so backwoods that the Garmin GPS didn't recognize the town at all, and Google Mapquest recognized the town and street, but got the last turn of the directions wrong.

The food was fancy and good, and the waiter was attentive. We didn't get separate checks, and when the money was all gathered, we were almost $100 short on a $500+ tab. Consternation. Roman added it up quickly, and decided that the waiter had made an error, so we asked that it be checked. We were good. Something that should have been $9 had been entered as $90.

There was a canopy over the deck, and as the sun went down, the mosquitoes came out - and the spiders. The entire ceiling of the canopy was dotted with black spiders in a range of sizes. They looked exactly like Black Widow spiders, but without the red hourglass. One after another they'd drop down on a strand almost to the table, or someone's head, and then climb rapidly back up. We spent the last 45 minutes there dodging spider bombs.

I spent several hours this evening trying to identify the spiders. They were black, smooth, not hairy, and shaped like the black widow, but without the red on the abdomen (not that I turned one over and looked). I searched the spider identification charts on the internet, and consulted my Audubon Field Guide to North American Insects and Spiders, and the only thing close that's not a widow is the American house spider.

BUT, the house spider gets up to 1/4 inch. A few of the spiders last night were at least a half inch. And the house spider is brown or grey, and mottled. Last night's spiders were black and solidly colored. They did act like house spiders, what with the dropping almost to a person's head before getting startled and climbing back up. (That's a house spider in the picture, photo from Patrick0Moran at en.wikipedia.)

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I went to the laundromat this evening. Five loads. I brought them home wet, to dry here.

Nothing much else happening.
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Wednesday, August 04, 2010

3044 HOTW - Shemar Moore

Wednesday, August 4

"We'll export democracy so flipping far we'll have to leave the country to find it."
-- Jen White --

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Honey of the Week - Shemar Moore, of "Criminal Minds":



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Tuesday, August 03, 2010

3043 Tiring movie

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

"Accomplishing the impossible means only that the boss will add it to your regular duties."
-- Doug Larson --

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I saw the Swedish version of "The Girl Who Played With Fire" this evening at Upstate in Rhinebeck. Warning to anyone who might want to see it, it is absolutely necessary that you see the first part, "The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo" before the second part, or you will be completely lost. (Maybe you won't realize you're lost, but you are.)

Second warning, it's a very tiring movie. You'll be drained when you leave the theater, and not because of the 2-hour length. It's just plain wrenching.

Third warning, XXX rated. Also pretty bloody.

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We in the northern states are supposed to (maybe) be able to see northern lights late tonight or early tomorrow morning. Look to the north.

And don't go to see a tiring movie if you plan to stay up late or get up early.

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Later: Sadness. Deep cloud cover. No lights tonight.
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Monday, August 02, 2010

3042 Nonreunion

Monday, August 2, 2010

"It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues."
-- Abraham Lincoln --

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Yesterday I was supposed to go to an "Old Home Day" in the park in the mountain village where I went to high school. It's always the first Sunday in August, and every year I've wanted to go, hoping I'll see some old high school folks**, every year I've intended to go, but every year something happens to keep me from going. This year I was determined, because soon I'll be moving another two hours further away. I thought I was looking forward to it. Even if there was no one there I remembered, the area itself is special to me. It would be a nice drive, 3 hours there, 3 hours back.

I didn't go.

I'm not even sure why I didn't go. I checked the weather prediction, and it was 40% chance of thunder showers there. I hadn't heard that anyone I might know would be there. I was ok, not sick or tired or anything. I don't know why, after so much anticipation, I just couldn't get up the enthusiasm to go. I guess because if it was raining, the one backup joy, the beauty of the drive, wouldn't be.

So I didn't go.

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I don't understand why everyone says Hal is beautiful. Many people enthuse over him, over how beautiful he is. That's the word they use, "beautiful", with an occasional "classy" thrown in.

He isn't beautiful. He may be a lot of good things, but beautiful isn't one of them.

He's not sporty looking, not sexy, not sleek. Sexy sporty cars have low profiles, tilted forward for an illusion of speed even when they're still. His sides are high and straight. He looks thick. His corners are rounded. He's a bit stogy looking, like a British butler, or an old fashioned deep bathtub, with wheels instead of claw feet.

There are lots of truly beautiful cars on the road. Hal's not really one of them.

I think people are way too influenced by that round propeller emblem scattered all over the front, wheels, and rear. It's very hard to miss it.

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** Back in the mid-'70s I managed to locate most of the 27 still-living people in my high school graduating class (two had died), scattered all over the northeast. It was fairly easy because most of their parents were still living on the mountain. I wanted to drum up some enthusiasm for a 15-year reunion in 1977. Nobody was interested, because, it being a very small sparsely populated area, everybody was related by marriage to everybody else. I was the only "outsider". So they got to see each other in various combinations at weddings, family gatherings, and all together at "Old Home Day". A class reunion would be redundant.
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Saturday, July 31, 2010

3041 Bigger confusion

Saturday, July 31, 2010

I am fully aware of all the things I don't know,
and those things seem more important than the things I do know.
-- Silk --

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I've mentioned a few times that I believe we pass through life many times, and that on each pass, we have a lesson to learn, that we may not know what that lesson is, that our souls develop as we learn these lessons. I was talking with someone recently who believes similarly, and she said she was afraid to learn the lesson, because maybe that meant she would be finished with this life and would die.

I pointed out that there are people who enter our lives to teach us things. I call them intersectors. And we also act as intersectors in the lives of others. So you may or may not know what your lesson is, you may or may not know whether you've learned it, but it doesn't matter, because you can still be an intersector, perhaps especially after you have learned what you are here to learn. So learning the lesson doesn't mean you are finished.

Well, that got me thinking about my lesson, about what it might be.

There have been multiple themes running through my life. I can see where I have been tested, many times. I've learned many things, but there's one area I have pretty consistently failed, where I know what's right, what I should do, but I fail.

I'm not good with temptation, in any form.

As the saying goes, I know what I want when I see it, and if it's offered, I pretty consistently take it, even when I know it's a bad thing. I cannot handle temptation.

I am currently very tempted. It's a bad thing. Wanna know how bad I am? After the conversation with my friend, I am now trying very hard NOT to convince myself that if I give in to this temptation I'll live longer. The weak me is thinking, "Fail the test, fail the test! Go ahead. It will be fun! You know you want to try it." The strong me thinks, "No, no, do the right thing. You know what's right! Important decisions aren't supposed to be easy. Or fun."

Of course, maybe temptation isn't my lesson anyway. In which case it doesn't matter. [Oops. That sounded a lot like the bad me.]

But damn! I DO want it.
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3040 Confusion, Recipe Time, Vehicle Pickup

Saturday, July 31, 2010

"Doctors do it for a living, patients do it for life.
There's a difference.
Bother the doctors as much as you need to."
-- Cathy, in "Lessons From Lou" --

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I went to a Mensa pool party today. There were only seven people there because there were some competing weddings today, and people made their choices. No biggy, except that yesterday I had hit the grocery store and bought a small fortune in ingredients to make a special (huge) cold dish .

Something that bugs me about recipes - the time estimates. The ingredients list will say things like "1 C chopped pecans", and 2 C scalded milk", and 2 C cubed cooked chicken" and so on for 10 ingredients. Then in the directions, the first step is to mix all the ingredients together, and the time estimate is 5 minutes.

Yeah. Uh huh. They don't include the time it takes to cube, chop, scald, measure, sift, cream, melt, whatever else, and all that, like every plumbing job, always takes longer than it should. Sheesh. It took me three hours to make the freakin' dish. The estimate on the recipe was 10 minutes. I guess I'm supposed to have kitchen elves, like the cooks on TV do, minions who take care of all the prep overnight.

I had originally planned to put it all together last night. But late in the evening a friend asked me to help pick up a truck in Ashokan. I figured it would involve driving him there, then following him as he drove the truck back. I said yes, sure, because he's often doing big favors for me, but more because I like spending time and talking with him, and it sounded enjoyable. I'm all about enjoying.

After we got on the road, I found out it was actually picking up a truck at a construction site, bringing it back here, putting stuff on the truck, then taking it back to where we got it, then returning home. Ok. I didn't think about it then, the logistics are in his purview. We went to the deep woods around the reservoir, left my car there, came back here in the truck, took the loaded truck back to Ashokan, and returned home about midnight, and that's when I finally thought about it and realized he hadn't needed my help at all. His car was happily relaxing in my driveway. He could have done the whole job alone.

Oh well, I did enjoy it a lot.

Two things happened.

The construction site was a home designed and being built for himself by a stonemason. It was full dark when we got there, and I noticed the door was open as we drove up, so we explored it by flashlight. It was huge! With a lot of fantastic stonework, fireplaces, marble floors, huge rooms, multiple double French doors to the porch (also to the full-width second floor porch) instead of boring windows, like you'd see on a southern plantation mansion, amazing! Makes me want to spit on my new house.

Then when we were driving back in the truck, he said my door didn't seem to be closed. He stopped, and I tried several times to close it, and finally slammed it with both hands. Later, we found out why. I had put my purse on the floor, and I always hang my keys on the strap on the outside of the purse, and the Suzuki key dangled under the bottom of the door, and that's why it wouldn't close. I don't know my own strength. When I slammed the door, it bent the key. Poor Suzie's key now has a 30 degree crook in it.

And so that's why I was chopping, sauteing, measuring, mixing, for three hours this morning. Oops, excuse me, 10 minutes, according to the recipe.

But, I wouldn't have changed a thing - except maybe Suzie's key. And the size of the flippin' salad, which was scaled to feed thirty, and the remainder of which is now crowding my refrigerator.
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3039 Why is this woman still missing?

Friday, July 30, 2010

"It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value."
-- Arthur C. Clarke --

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I found this story, a cold case, by accident, while searching for a bowler named Dixie, because RockyGrace mentioned a New York bowler named Dixie, and that name sounded familiar, given that I've been dating a pro bowler and reading tournament standings. (How's that for a tangled sentence?) Anyhow, the story is at http://www.katv.com/Global/story.asp?S=12848510. It's unbelievable that nothing has been done, that the police are so uninterested. It took six months for the woman's mother to get a missing person report filed, because the husband kept saying he'd heard from the woman.

You really need to read the story. It's unbelievable.

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If anyone's TV news has been showing clips of Rhinebeck, where Chelsea's wedding is tomorrow, if you happened to see the one today where Bill Clinton was walking down the street, well, that was directly across the street from the artsy theater where I go to movies all the time. And the big old hotel they keep showing, the Beekman Arms (Washington really did sleep there) is on the corner. That's where I had my all-afternoon office goodbye party when I moved from this area to St. Louis in the early 1970s. I have lunch (overpriced) there occasionally.

I keep hearing that Rhinebeck is a madhouse, mostly reporters trying to get something, anything, from anyone. It's only a few miles away, but I have been carefully avoiding the entire area. I mean, sheesh, parking is nearly impossible there on an ordinary day.
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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

3038 Tuesday

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

"There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion."
-- Sir Francis Bacon --

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A woman, a Glamour dating blogger, wrote a list of 36 things every single girl (girl? Just how old is the audience?) must do before settling down ( at http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/blogs). I am shocked by the list. I can't imagine anyone over 24 not having done almost all the list by necessity or by default. Are most young women more sheltered than Daughter and I were?

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I planted about half the flowers in the pots across the front of the house this afternoon. It's late for planting, and I doubt they'll fill in before the end of the growing season, but it looks a lot better anyway.

This evening I went to a movie, "Cyrus". The subject itself is a bit disturbing, but even more disturbing was that the man had a strong physical resemblance to a man I know who bothers me, and the woman had a strong physical resemblance to a woman I know who bothers me. So I kept being bothered.

The end of the movie left me hanging. So, what happened next? Did Cyrus move out? Did he really back off? It was all too neat.

Further, I was reminded of a guy I knew in my teens. He and I were born minutes apart in the same hospital, our mothers shared a room (that was when new mothers and newborns spent five days to a week in the hospital) and became good friends. They expected me and the boy to become great friends, but I found him weird. He was very attached to his mother.

The last time I saw him was when we were eighteen or nineteen. I was visiting Gramma on some holiday break. He still lived with his parents while commuting to a local college. I had gone over to their house. His parents were out for the day. He pointed to a door and said, "That's my mother's room. After Dad leaves for work in the morning, she lets me sleep with her."

It wasn't so much the words he said as the way he said them. There was a hint of panting, and he watched me carefully, even ducking and curling around me to see my face, to see my reaction. There was an implication there I refused to acknowledge. I shrugged and said, "I gave that up when I was four."

I left, and never visited them again.
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Monday, July 26, 2010

3037 Visiting the house

Monday, July 26, 2010

"No one really listens to anyone else, and if you try it for a while you'll see why."
-- Mignon McLaughlin --

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This is an oldie, as you can tell by the cost of the room.
Three men go into a motel. The desk clerk said the room was $30, so each man paid $10 and went to the room. A while later, the desk clerk realized the room was only $25, so he sent the bellboy to the three guys' room with $5. On the way, the bellboy couldn't figure out how to split $5 evenly between three men, so he gave each man $1 and kept the other $2 for himself.

This meant that the 3 men each paid $9 for the room, which is a total of $27. Add to that the $2 the bellboy kept and the total is $29. Where is the other dollar?
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I went to a street fair in Rosendale on Saturday. The Hairless Hunk had told me it would be hot, heat index something like 103. Uh, yeah. It was very hot. Street fairs tend to be held on streets, not in cool glades.

The parking lot was a good half mile away. The online info had said there would be shuttles, but there wasn't. I had to go piddle when I pulled into the lot, but by the time I'd walked halfway to Main Street and the first porta-potties I no longer had to go. I was there about 4 hours, and drank at least two quarts of water and iced tea, and never did have to go. I guess I reabsorbed it.

There was a lot of good music, and a lot of vendors. I walked the length of the street twice waiting for the sun to get lower before the walk back to the car.

I'm glad I went, but I doubt I'll go again.

Now that I'm moving away, I feel like I have to finally sample all the things that I'd been aware of for years but kept putting off.

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Yesterday I went to NJ to visit Daughter and Hercules. Daughter had been doing massages at a triathlon, and ran a bit late, so while I waited for her I was overcome by temptation and visited my new house across the street.

First I just walked around the house and looked in windows. The trim is all done, and the stove, sinks, dishwasher, and so on are in. The curb has been cut, the porch has been surfaced and steps have been poured. No driveway or lawn yet, or railings on the porch.

Then I tried the door.

According to the contract, I am not allowed on the property until the inspection visit just before closing. I was not supposed to be on the porch, let alone trying the door.

The door was unlocked.

I went in.

It looks good. It's supposed to be about 550 sq ft larger than this house, but it really doesn't feel like it. There's one more bedroom than here, and the bedrooms are larger, but the living room, kitchen, laundry room and dining room downstairs seem much smaller, and I'm going from a 2.5 car garage to a one car garage, and from a full walkout basement to no basement.

There are phone and cable jacks in all four bedrooms, but downstairs the only phone jack is in the kitchen, and the only cable jack is in the dining room. The builder referred to what I intend to use as the dining room as "the family room", so I guess that explains that, but why no cable jack in the living room? Actually, it probably won't bother me - mostly I'm on the computer when I'm watching TV anyway, and I can see the dining room from where I'll probably set up the computer - but movie watching with company? Living room would be nice.

Same 2.5 bathrooms as here, but the bathrooms in the new house are TINY! The sink cabinets in the bathrooms here have two wide doors, three drawers, and a lot of counter space. In the new house there's two narrow doors, no drawers, and next to no counter space. I've never seen bathtubs so small. In the kitchen I am going from 20 cabinet doors and 8 large drawers to perhaps 9 cabinet doors (if that, I didn't actually count), two tiny drawers and one large drawer.

I'm going to have to do some drastic downsizing.

(There are cabinets in my current kitchen that I haven't opened in years. I suppose that whatever's in them doesn't need to move with me. There's a saying in DP that a program will expand to fill the space available. Same thing happens in kitchen and bathroom cabinets.)

I told Daughter that I was surprised that the door was unlocked, aren't they afraid of vandalism? She said it's a fairly safe neighborhood. Then in the next breath she said she'd heard that someone had stolen all the copper from the house back before they got the sheetrock up.

That might go a long way toward explaining the delay, and why they were having such a problem with the electricity.

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My current BMI is 26.1. To get to 24, I need to lose 10 more pounds.

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Answer to the puzzle above:

There's an explanation at http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/trivia/dollar.asp, but the explanation there is also confusing to me, anyway.

To explain it to myself, I had to get rid of the other two guys. I got the room all by myself for $30. Mistake was found. Bellhop appears at my door with 5 one-dollar bills. I pull off two and give them to him. I spent $25 for the room, $2 for a tip, and have $3 in hand. So I spent $27. That adds up.

If the other two guys show up, I ask for $9 from each to cover their share of the room AND their share of the tip. What has been spent is $27, $25 for the room and $2 tip, which is $9 x 3. The other three dollars are sitting on the table.

That's the only way I can understand it.
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Saturday, July 24, 2010

3036 Confidentially

Saturday, July 24, 2010

"There is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity."
-- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe --

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The Man. I haven't seen him in weeks. I know he is going through some emotional and financial stress right now, and he has overtones of Aspie which could explain his withdrawal, but that doesn't make it any easier. It could be easy for me to be very depressed about it, easy to feel like I'm just not good enough, that I mishandled something or something, easy to feel rejected, but that's not happening, because, wonder of all wonders, suddenly male admirers are crawling out of the woodwork.

I guess I must be looking pretty good these days. For a while there I thought it was Hal turning heads, but last evening a complete stranger walked up to me in the deli and said, "I just have to tell you, you have beautiful hair." And that was after I'd been rained on and dried fuzzy. Stuff like that keeps happening.

I think it's probably a circle. The attention I've been getting is making me brighten up, giving me confidence and a spring in my step, and brightening up draws attention, which brightens me up some more. Even if it was Hal that started it, it's gone beyond Hal. Whatever. I like it. I'm smiling a lot more lately. Which draws more attention.

Unfortunately, the admirers I could have I don't want, and the one I want I can't have.

I can live with that if I have to.

And The Man? Well, I both want and don't want him. I don't know how to feel about him. He confuses me. I guess that's part of his attraction and repulsion. He's a gentlemanly bad boy. I fall madly in love with him every time I see him, there's so much to admire about him, the sexual chemistry is explosive, but after a few weeks without him, it seems to wear off.

And damn it, I'm the best thing that ever happened to him! He won't realize what he had until I've wandered away. I warned him even before the first unchaperoned date that the only way I could be considered high maintenance is that I require a lot of attention, the only thing I ask for is time. He can't say he hadn't been warned.

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This woman has a point. I think I'll start taking my own reusable "doggie" containers to dinners.

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72Z2wmgLiTc&feature=player_embedded#!]

I make very little garbage/trash. I put the garbage out for pickup maybe once every 4 to 6 weeks. Most of my garbage is plastic or paper that the recycle center won't accept, and I can't easily avoid, like take-out containers, the plastic boxes fresh baby spinach comes in, yogurt and cottage cheese containers, poise pads, waxed paper, old CDs, that kind of stuff. On the other hand, I take huge loads of stuff to the recycle center. Sometimes I wonder how much of the recyclables is recycled into something that is again recyclable. I suppose it all eventually becomes trash.
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Friday, July 23, 2010

3035 Getting there

Friday, July 23, 2010

"An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex."
-- Aldous Huxley --

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I have never claimed to be an intellectual.

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Fred the van went to Captain Vantastic this afternoon. I was so proud of Fred. The Hunk drove him and I followed, and Fred behaved beautifully.

The Captain was a bit strange. It was almost like he didn't know who I was. Maybe he was a bit annoyed because I had called him Thursday and told him I'd be dropping the van off Thursday evening, and he was annoyed that I hadn't called to tell him there'd been a change of plans - but I didn't see where it mattered that much. Ok. Communicate better next time.

Rain again today. No deluge, just wetness all day. I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow or Sunday. Tomorrow I want to go to a street fair, and Sunday I hope to visit Daughter (depending on what she's got going on).

She's supposed to call and tell me what her schedule looks like. She hasn't called yet. And Piper or Meg was supposed to call and tell me whether we were going to dinner tonight or tomorrow night, and they haven't called. It's almost 10 pm, so I gather it isn't tonight, but what about tomorrow?

Ok. I see the Captain's problem....
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3034 Dross

Friday, July 23, 2010

"Chess is as elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you can find outside an advertising agency."
-- Raymond Chandler --

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I haven't been here since Tuesday? Wow. I wonder why. I really don't know.

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My feet are black. Wednesday we had rain, heavy, downpour, deluge. I had to go to the CVS and the post office, so when the rain slowed down to a shower, I went. Got to the CVS parking lot, and the skies opened again.

I sat in the car for a long time. I had an umbrella, but the wind would have destroyed it. Finally it slowed down again, and I got out of the car. The water was flowing across the lot, deep and fast. It had waves. It was up to my ankle bones, no exaggeration. I was wearing 2" heel black sandals, made of some composition crap that looks sort of velvety. It thought it would be ok to get them wet. Nope. They bled on my feet.

My two outside toes are black. My soles are black. It got under the toenails, so my toenails are rimmed in black. I was able to scrub it off my insteps, but the heels and toes, and especially the toenails, are still black. I even tried soaking them in the tub and scrubbing with stiff nail brushes.

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Piper's daughter Meg is in town, and she wants to have dinner (she, Piper, me, and a visiting cousin) on the covered patio of a local riverside hotel either tonight or Saturday. Piper is resistant. Chelsea Clinton's wedding is on an estate about two miles upriver on the 31st, and he thinks it will be a madhouse at the hotel this weekend. We think he's nuts. The wedding is a whole week away.

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It's easy to tell that I spend too much time on the internet.

Various TV shows show viral clips. The news has been showing that 11-year-old girl with the unbelievably foul mouth, and her breakdown after being bullied online. Her father chimes in, in a second video. His catchline, also gone viral, is "Consequences will never be the same!"

The Bonnie Hunt show always has a cute animal clip at the end. Yesterday's was a happy puppy discovering deep snow.

Last night Jimmy Kimmel had the "double rainbow guy" on as a guest. On the clip, he sounds high as a kite. "Whoa! What does this meeeeean!"

I'd already seen all four video clips.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

3033 I have an idea...

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

"If the human mind was simple enough to understand, we'd be too simple to understand it."
-- Emerson Pugh --

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The Problem:

We've had a lot of heat, so people like to leave the car windows down a bit.

We've had sudden downpours, out of skies that had been solid blue minutes before.

Several people have mentioned to me having left windows open, and coming back to sopping seats.

It's been so humid that nothing seems to dry completely (except the ground, grass, vegetable gardens, flowers), which compounds the problem.

The Solution:

My car has automatic windshield wipers. It senses the amount of water hitting the windshield and adjusts the speed of the wipers to match. So, I'm wondering, since it can sense water - why can't we have automatic window closers? It would sense water hitting the windshield when the car's parked with the motor off, and if the windows are open it would close them. It might work best if it were a switch you would throw on if you were worried about rain, so you don't accidentally cook the dog.
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Monday, July 19, 2010

3032 Results from BeliefNet.com, and a conspiracy theory

Monday, July 19, 2010

"As scarce as truth is, the supply has always been in excess of the demand."
-- Josh Billings --

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I took the test on BeliefNet.com that Becs had mentioned in a comment. The following is my results. Note that Pantheism isn't even in their database.

I've had results similar to these from other tests, but in every case, when I read the descriptions of the first four or five they've assigned to me, I am very annoyed, because it's nowhere near anything I'd lay claim to. This one in particular annoyed me because from the descriptions, they don't seem to have paid any attention whatsoever to my answers to the questions. How do they get 100% when my responses were diametrically opposed on most of the questions, and especially on those I marked as important?

So, No Becs, I suspect you are NOT leaning toward Unitarianism. Father Fatty can expect to see you for the near future, anyway.


1.
New Thought (100%)
2. Neo-Pagan (95%)
3. New Age (95%)
4. Scientology (91%)
5. Unitarian Universalism (90%)
6. Liberal Quakers (83%)
7. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (81%)
8. Mahayana Buddhism (78%)
9. Reform Judaism (78%)
10. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (74%)
11. Theravada Buddhism (66%)
12. Sikhism (64%)
13. Hinduism (64%)
14. Secular Humanism (57%)
15. Taoism (55%)
16. Orthodox Quaker (51%)
17. Jainism (44%)
18. Baha'i Faith (40%)
19. Orthodox Judaism (39%)
20. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (34%)
21. Eastern Orthodox (23%)
22. Islam (23%)
23. Jehovah's Witness (23%)
24. Roman Catholic (23%)
25. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (23%)
26. Nontheist (20%)
27. Seventh Day Adventist (10%)

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You like conspiracy theories? Try this one.

Wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Guys getting killed and maimed. All volunteer army.

Who, besides the gung-ho, volunteers to go to war? Guys who can't get jobs.

When did the job market begin the crash? (Hint - before the bank/mortgage crisis and the Bush bailouts.) When the army was crying for recruits.

Why volunteer if you can get a good safe job?

I heard on the news that veterans were having great difficulty finding a job when they get home.

What is the natural thing to do when you've come home and can't find a job? Reenlist.

I'm willing to bet that the job market won't pick up until the wars have ended.
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3031 DMV

Monday, July 19, 2010

"See, free nations are peaceful nations. Free nations don't attack each other.
Free nations don't develop weapons of mass destruction."
-- George W. Bush, Milwaukee, Wis., Oct. 3, 2003 --

(The US is not free. The President said so.)
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The Pennsylvania county where I went to high school (Sullivan) has only one traffic light in the entire county. Most of the county still has no, or only sporadic, or only one carrier, cell service.

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I saw a sad sight on the way to the tire repair shop this morning. There was a dead doe on the side of the road. About 15 feet further on was the tiny crumpled body of the fawn.

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Well, I have suspected that there has been dress size inflation. Right now I'm into a size 6 on the top and 8 on the bottom, but I know I'm larger than I was in my 30s or 40s, and I don't think I've ever worn a 6 before. Size 6 had always been too small in the bust ever since I first grew breasts. In my 20s I wore size 9 on the top, and size 10P or 12P on the bottom, and I was very trim then, no extra fat.

Today I found my favorite red rayon-linen blazer from the late 1980s early 1990s. It's a classic fit and style - still fashionable.
I want to wear it.
I can't button it.
There's a 2-inch gap all the way down the front.
It's a size 9P.

Which reminds me, it's been a very long time since I've seen odd numbered sizes. Do they still make them? The odd numbers always used to fit me better. They seemed to have higher waists.

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I went to the DMV today to renew registration on the Suzuki (Suzie) and reinstate registration on the van (Fred). I had let Fred's registration lapse last year because he couldn't pass inspection.

As expected, it was a hassle. Take a number. Wait.

The clerk checked all my papers and forms, issued Suzie's new sticker, but refused Fred's. She wouldn't accept Fred's current insurance card because it was four months old. It has to be less than 45 days old. I tried to tell them Fred had been continuously insured, but she didn't want to hear it. She checked all Fred's papers, declared them good, and suggested that I call my insurance company and have them fax a new card to the DMV.

So I did, and Travelers' cheerfully faxed a new card (same as the old card, just a new issue date on it).

Wait for someone to bring the fax out from the back. Take a number again. Wait some more.

New clerk. Scanned all the papers, forms, cards, declared it all good, asked for the plates. "What plates?" The plates on the van. "Why do you need the plates?" You need a new number. You have to turn in the old plates before you can get new ones. "Can't I keep the old number, the old plates?" No. If the registration had lapsed more than a year (it's 13.5 months for Fred) you have to get new plates.

I didn't bother to ask why. Them's the rules. Note that I am paying $102 for Suzie (old plates), and $165 for Fred (new plates), for two year's registration (the minimum), and I'm moving to NJ in a few months! No, I can't get a six-month registration. "Well, maybe you can get a refund for one year's worth when you reregister in NJ. It depends. You'll have to call or write to find out."

People watching while waiting. Note to elderly women wearing adult diapers - wear a skirt, not slacks, especially not pants with a tight crotch. The bulk of the diaper pushed to one side in the back made it look like you had a load in there.

The DMV charges for parking in their lot. Of the 10 counters, only three were open. The longer you make me wait, the more I have to pay for your parking. This does not make me a happy camper.

So, Fred is registered, has his new plates on, his new sticker on, the stem has been replaced in the flat tire and the tire's on, and he has new wiper blades but I haven't been able to figure out how to get the old ones off and the new ones on. If we have afternoon rain over the next few days, the Hunk will help me take it to the Captain's for the rest of the work needed, otherwise Thursday evening for sure. It has to be soon because now we have only 10 days to get it inspected. Rain because if it's not raining, the Hunk has jobs to do in the afternoons.

I used my biggest screwdriver to take the old plates off, and I haven't the faintest idea where it is now. Couldn't find it to put the new ones on. So I used my next biggest screwdriver to put the new ones on. Now I can't find that screwdriver, either. Both are outside somewhere, but I don't know where. There's no logical place I could have set them down that I haven't looked. Even a few illogical.

I don't understand.
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Sunday, July 18, 2010

3030 The Foster Thing

Sunday, July 18, 2010

"The higher the buildings, the lower the morals."
-- Noel Coward --

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I looked David Foster Wallace up on the internet, and maybe that analysis, that my writing is in his style, was correct. His style included irony, long multi-clause sentences, extravagant asides and footnotes. He liked to break up the flow of the narrative without distracting from the goal.

Yeah, ok, the long multi-clause sentences certainly fits, and the asides. Sometimes I look at what I wrote, and think, "That should be three sentences", and I shrug and leave it, because that's the way I talk. And all the parenthetical asides, sometimes they embarrass me, but whatever is in the parentheses isn't really a part of the sentence, but needs to be there in that particular spot, so what else can I do?** Again, it's the way I talk. I do believe people should write they way they talk, unless they're after a particular other effect.

So there.

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** Ahah! Long multi-clause sentence!
Hmmm. I notice I also write multi-topic paragraphs.
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3029 Spiritual Label Discovery!

Sunday, July 18, 2010

"Fundamentalism isn't about religion, it's about power."
-- Salmon Rushdie --

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I have my own set of beliefs, that have come to me through revelation and observation. Being human, I have searched for years for a label I could use to describe it to others, since the full description is unwieldy - I needed sort of shorthand. People like labels.

I think I've finally found it. I am (sort of) a Pantheist, with overtones of Taoism. That doesn't mean I believe the same things as other Panthiests or Taoists, but it's close enough.

So there. A label.

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An observation: Morality does not come from religion. It comes from within oneself, a facet of one's personality.
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Saturday, July 17, 2010

3028 I am like a dead writer?

Saturday, July 17, 2010

So many religions. So little God.

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I guess I'll have to find out who David Foster Wallace is, or was, and read something he wrote.
I submitted three separate samples of my writing to an analysis tool - a blog entry, a private diary entry, and a letter to a friend - and in every case I got

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!


Hmmmmm. Maybe it was just stuck on D.F.W. this evening? Any opinion from anyone who might be familiar with him?

OUCH!
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3027 Van is another step closer to moving

Saturday, July 17, 2010

"I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours."
-- Stephen Roberts --

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The above quote is really, really, worth thinking about. Understand that the person being spoken to is not necessarily Christian.

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Vic came by last evening and finished working on the van brakes. He tested the A/C and was surprised to find that it worked fine after having sat in the driveway for more than two years. He added a little more whatsis gas to it, and it worked better.

So now I have to find out why one front tire keeps going flat, add some brake fluid, locate the current insurance card, get it registered, and then get it over to the Captain's shop where they can work to figure out why the "check engine" goes on, and why it ate the battery.

He did talk a lot last evening, but I didn't get that too-cosy flirtatious vibe I got from him before. I don't know what happened since the last time, when I had to be rescued by the cavalry, but I don't mind at all. (Hmmm. Maybe he picked up on my reaction to the arrival of the cavalry. I don't suppose he had to be too sensitive to get the idea.)
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Friday, July 16, 2010

3026 No one's looking! Let's steal something!

Friday, July 16, 2010

"The beauty and intricacy of a person's mind
has little or nothing to do with outward appearances."

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Two years after installing them, Arizona has decided to discontinue use of automated cameras on Arizona freeways aimed at catching speeders. According to the New York Times article, Arizona is "bowing to the wishes of a vocal band of conservative activists who complained that photo enforcement intruded on privacy and was mainly designed to raise money."

I don't understand.

The comments on the Times story and the Wall Street Journal blog entry didn't enlighten me, either.

Apparently it's ok to invade the privacy of other people that "we" don't like (ok to hassle anyone who looks vaguely Hispanic, or ok to burst into the bedrooms of possible gays), but not ok to intrude on "our" privacy? Hey, if you don't want your wife to know you were on a certain street when you were supposed to be at work, then don't speed on that street, then you don't have to worry about her seeing the mailed ticket and photo.

Besides, if nobody breaks any laws, then nobody pays any fines, so what's the "designed to raise money" objection? That doesn't make any sense.

I was surprised at the number of commenters who had the attitude that if the police didn't see them breaking the law, then it's ok to break the law (and endanger others). One commenter said, "If the referee doesn’t call a foul, it’s not a foul." Please tell me that isn't a tenet of that "sportsmanship" thing I hear is so valuable to teach our youth.

Sorry. As far as I'm concerned, whether anyone sees the foul or not, even if the person you fouled against isn't aware, it was still a foul, and you should be ashamed. Even if a police officer did not see you speed or run the light, you still broke the law and should suffer the consequences.

Following the twisted logic of those commenters, if no one sees you shoplift, then it's ok to shoplift. It's apparently not a crime to break the law, the only crime is getting caught. And these idiots want to make the catchers follow their rules, even if the miscreants themselves don't have to follow any rules.

These people make me sick.

I wonder if they'd be happier if Arizona raised taxes to quintuple the law enforcement budget, pulled police officers out of neighborhood beats so none could come to 911 calls, hired more officers, and put a cop with a radar gun every quarter mile on the highways. I have a feeling they still wouldn't be happy --- because it's not the cameras they object to, it's the getting caught.
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3025 Want want! Gimme!

Friday, July 16, 2010

Holding resentment is like drinking poison and
expecting the other person to die. It doesn't work.

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Actor Isaiah Mustafa (pant, pant), of the Old Spice commercials, and a team of "creatives, tech geeks, marketers and writers" made over 150 short videos (pant pant, yummy!) over Tuesday and Wednesday of this past week, spending no more than an average of 7 minutes per video, including script. They immediately posted them on YouTube.

From http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/how_old_spice_won_the_internet.php:
The group seeded various social networks with an invitation to ask questions of Mustafa's character, a dashing shirtless man [I want! - Silk] with over-the-top humor and bravado [yummy! - Silk]. Then all the responses were tracked and users who contributed interesting questions and/or were high-profile people on social networks are being responded to directly and by name in short [under a minute, which goes much too quickly - Silk], funny YouTube videos.
The first video I saw was this one: http://www.youtube.com/user/oldspice?...QodnmpkcA. Unfortunately, this particular one doesn't have an imbed button. I don't know why not - it's a regular Old Spice commercial, not one they made in that marathon session - but do go watch it. It's the best of all and introduces the character.

Here's a selection from the "answers" shorts:






The worst thing about these clips is that you can look but not touch, and oh do I want to touch!
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Thursday, July 15, 2010

3024 Hallucinations

Thursday, July 15, 2010

"Be who you are and say what you feel,
because those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind."
-- Dr. Seuss --

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I listened to a TED Talk today (see the July 14 post) on hallucinations. The speaker said that people who are blind have vivid visual hallucinations, and people who are deaf have musical hallucinations. I was reminded of how once he went blind, Jay had hallucinations that seemed very real to him.

Back when I was a little more than a bit "off", in my 20s and early 30s, I used to imagine conversations with people at work, rehearsing so to speak, especially when it was going to be awkward or stressful, but I guess I did it so thoroughly that I fully believed we had already had the conversation. The memory was very clear to me. I distinctly remember what I had said, what they had said, their reactions, everything. Only trouble was, of course, that it had never actually happened. And then I'd get in trouble because even though I had a clear memory of having told someone that some part of the project would be late or whatever, it had never actually happened.

About that same time, I dreamed a lot, and some of those dreams were so clear that I couldn't be sure that they were dreams and not memories. I couldn't tell the difference.

I don't know if any of that is technically hallucinating, but the effect is the same.

I haven't suffered from any of that in almost 30 years. These days I can tell the difference between real and imaginary, although I have noticed a certain problem with short-term memory. If something goes by quickly, I don't always manage to get it "stored". (It started when I had the Versed during the endoscopy in 2005 - post here. Versed is dangerous to memory, and they don't tell you that! In fact, they won't usually even tell you you're getting Versed (pronounced VER-sed))

Anyway, something happened a few days ago that had me very worried about my mental state.

In the evening, I had a memory of something happening earlier in the day, and I wasn't sure that it had actually happened, or whether it was a false memory. I really truly wasn't sure whether it was fact, or a burst of imagination, hallucination. Which was scary because I haven't had that problem in 30 years, and if I imagined it and couldn't tell the difference, well, I'm losing it.

The memory, or hallucination, was of a quick, tactile, auditory, and visual experience, and such an enormous surprise that I didn't react. I didn't react because I didn't know how to react. And then it was gone as quickly as it had arrived, and I moved on to other things. If it was real it was so quick it may not have been stored immediately - the Versed short-term memory problem.

The fact that I couldn't get it out of my head when I went to bed, and then dreamed about it, with extensions, made it worse the next day. I thought I was going crazy. It wasn't the memory that upset me, but that I didn't know whether it was real or imagined. It could have been imagined because it was something I wanted, but can't have, like a horse in the back yard (I want one!), or the fox back in the front yard, or world peace. It could have been real. That I didn't know, scared me.

I may have got a tiny confirmation yesterday (like mysterious hoofprints in the backyard). Or maybe I'm just reading into it. Whatever. The fact that it may have been real doesn't change the fact that I wasn't sure, and that still scares me.
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3023 I disapprove!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Don't taunt the alligator until after you've crossed the creek.

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I guess the above quote could apply to Vic. I may have to go a step farther and flirt a little.

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NBC's Today show this morning did a piece on walking/running shoes. The word "support" was used a lot.

Why do people think feet need "support"? In their natural original form, they don't! Feet have been naturally engineered to support the body for standing, walking, and running, and for providing a shock absorber for the back. In their natural form, they are perfect for that.

When a part of your body has spent weeks or months in a cast or brace, the muscles atrophy, and if it's a tight cast, especially when you're growing, it can misshape the bones. This "support" myth has parents cramming toddler feet into hard-soled shoes that shape the foot and don't allow the muscles in the foot, ankle, and calf to develop as designed. Lacing the instep down tightly can flatten the arch.

So yeah, I guess all these self-appointed experts saying that the foot needs "support" do need support, because their feet, and the feet of those they advise, have been purposely damaged since toddlerhood.

I'm lucky. My feet were so tiny that my mother couldn't find "proper" hard-soled shoes to fit me. I grew up in soft booties and barefoot. When I started school, the authorities insisted on proper hard shoes, so I stumbled around in shoes that were too big, with cotton stuffed in the toes. As soon as I got home from school every day they came off. My feet are very happy, thank you. I do not feel a need for "support".

When Daughter was small, I kept her in booties or barefoot as much as I could, and when schools insisted on shoes to protect the sole, I went with soft shoes, like tennis or boat shoes.

Now I'm hearing that parents are putting high heels on little girls.

Many people object to it because of the sexualizing of the children. I am disgusted by the damage they're doing to the kids' legs and feet. I can't be the only person who thinks about stuff like that, can I?

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Heidi Klum, in an AP interview, talking about how she lost the baby weight: "...I also do not sit on the couch with my feet up and eat one potato chip bag after the next, and ..."

Do people usually eat potato chip bags? And how do you eat one after the next? Temporal dissonance there.

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Picture in the newspaper of a young couple, Jay and Megan Mkrtschjan. If that name isn't misspelled, it should be.

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I have come across another couple "engaged" for ten years, with three kids, who "can't afford to get married". It still pisses me off as much as ever. The official paper and a JP costs a few dollars. What they should say is that they can't afford the big fancy party wedding.

But even that isn't the truth.

They really just don't want to officially commit, and they can't look each other in the eye and say that. Otherwise, they could go the JP route, and then have the big wedding when they can finally afford it, if ever.

Yeah. It's the commitment they can't do.

Actually, "they" is probably inaccurate. I suspect it should be "he". As long as they aren't married, and especially if there are children, he has a threat over her head, whether it has ever been spoken or not. And she foolishly thinks the kids are enough of a hold on him.

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I have to sell stock and pay bills today. I wonder if that has contributed to my disapproving mood.

I was in a discussion a few days ago with someone who is also upset about a lot of things going on in the country and the world. She said that people have to take action, have to DO something, and that she felt guilty because she didn't see that there was anything she could do that would make any difference. Bandaids are not a solution.

I thought about that a while. You know, there are a few people whose death would at least shut them up, keep them from spreading hate and divisiveness. It's a quick and easy solution to at least one small part of one problem to take the gun in the den drawer, point it, and shoot it. At least one can feel one acted.

Maybe assassins aren't as crazy as I thought they were. Or maybe I'm that crazy.
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

3022 Wandering the net

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

"Those who can laugh without cause have either
found the true meaning of happiness
or have gone stark raving mad."
-- Norm Papernick --

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Well, Vic called at 5:30ish this evening to say he wouldn't be here to work on the van this evening or tomorrow. Friday for sure. Ok.

He and the builder are racing. What's that race called where whoever comes in last wins?

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Piper told me at lunch yesterday to get ready to sell the second third of stock today or tomorrow, but not until he calls and tells me to. We're selling stock to buy the new house 1/3 at a time. I sold the first third a few weeks ago.

Looking at graphs today was shocking. The market had been climbing from that long drop, right up until late April, and then almost the day I signed the contract, everything dropped precipitously. It's just now starting to rise again, so I figured out which stocks are back to where they had been, and marked them for selling.

Naturally, those are exactly the ones all the analysts say are "hold" or "buy". That's painful.

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If you've never heard of the TED Talks (TED = Technology, Education, Design), you're missing something. BMW sent me some CDs with 16 of them, and I've been listening to and enjoying them in the car. You can browse the offerings at http://www.ted.com/talks/browse. They are each about 20 minutes long. Online, they are videos, but it's not necessary to watch them (in fact, that's a little distracting), you can just listen to them. I'm going to download the audio to CD to add to the car collection. They're free for personal use, so there's no copyright issue.

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Kulula is a South-African airline with a sense of humor. This, https://www.kulula.com/info/aircraft-pictures-kulula-fleet-photo-gallery.aspx, is a real paint job on one of their planes, the "Flying 101" design, which humorously labels all the parts of the plane.

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Here, http://www.truth-out.org/the-disappearing-intellectual-age-economic-darwinism61287, is an essay entitled "The Disappearing Intellectual in the Age of Economic Darwinism". It's slightly long (but 95% of the length is comments, so don't be discouraged by the indicator over there on the far right of your browser) and rather dense, but it expresses exactly what's been bugging me more and more over the past 10 years. It scares me.
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