Sunday, April 30, 2017

who needs a college degree?

When you consider the stupidity level of friends and acquaintances who have a college degree, how useful is that college degree the well-heeled and well-housed can trot out over the port? The parallel question, of course, is how stupid are those without college degrees who never drank port in the first place. The answer is that they can be pretty damned dumb.
With college costs rising steadily and with more courses available online for free, some observers are beginning to question the need for a traditional college education that may include lectures on Greek philosophy but burden students with massive debt.
There's probably no cookie-cutter answer for this. George Bush went to Yale (wasn't it?) and Donald Trump (academically blase at Fordham and Wharton) is president.

remembering the oft-forgotten

Once upon a time, a long and sedate time ago, there was a suggestion that if you were forgetful, you might tie a string around your finger by way of reminder.

Perhaps there needs to be a string for two fingers.

Reminder One: Do your best not to believe what others believe just because they believe it. Do your best to believe what you believe. And then...

Reminder Two: Be prepared to assume responsibility when you turn out to be wrong.

It's a halting suggestion: At my age, I'm not sure what is accurate and what is crabbiness at the notion that old news should be peddled as oh-so-fresh.



Yesterday, as is often the case, by accident, I ran across perhaps the last third of a 1994 movie called "Fresh." And it was indeed fresh. At first, I thought I would turn it off in about five minutes ... it was drugs and dealing and cruelty and had all the earmarks of another ain't-it-awful, gritty, the-director-is-so-insightful clone.

Not so. Yes, it's underbelly fare. But the people affected are just that -- people. If the movie had a failing in my eyes, it was ascribing to the 12-13-year-old protagonist the capacity for silence and adult maneuvering. Occasionally, the maneuvers were a little too savvy to be credible ... on the other hand, in a cruel world, kids grow up fast and hard.

I haven't yet found the site where I can watch the rest of the movie for free, but I will take the time later today. Others with greater skills or assets may want to give it a try in the meantime.


Read and then read again after it was passed along in email:
This week in “I Can’t Believe This Is Really A Thing” we travel to Finland, where a new equestrian sport is gaining some serious steam. Unlike other equestrian endeavors, this discipline does not require a sizable investment of money and time, and the safety risks are minimal. In fact, it does not even require an actual horse.
... Hey, equestrian sports aren’t for everyone. They require a whole lotta time, and a whole lotta money. So if crafting a stick horse and taking it through a dressage test makes you happy and keeps you active and off Snapchat for a few hours, then keep on keepin’ it real(ish).

Friday, April 28, 2017

silly du jour

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Thursday, April 27, 2017

sexual intimacy redefined, sort of

Masturbation taken to new heights or simply the next step in the artificial intelligence/self-pleasuring Facebook?
The $30bn sex tech industry is about to unveil its biggest blockbuster: a $15,000 robot companion that talks, learns, and never says no.

life without pain

Life without pain.

wife dies, husband dies

An Illinois couple married for 69 years have died with an hour of each other, family members tell US media. Isaac Vatkin, 91, was holding the hand of his wife Teresa, 89, as she succumbed to Alzheimer's disease on Saturday, the Daily Herald reported. Isaac died 40 minutes later. Family members said they took comfort in knowing they were together at the end.

Donald Trump's policy of volume as veracity

As someone who has read the news for years, I now find myself more in synch with the humorous and snarky when panning the wires. I can't tell if this speaks more to my idiocy or the stubborn ignorance of the times I live in.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

blasphemy wobbles

"Lynching of a student sparks uproar in Pakistan against blasphemy laws
Mashal Khan was shot dead by a mob after a heated university discussion. But rarely has the country responded so forcefully for someone accused of blasphemy."

The cruelties begotten by belief no longer strike me as being out-shone by the kindnesses it can likewise engender. Unless and until belief will take responsibility for its bloodshed and exclusivity passing for inclusiveness, for just that long decent human beings with a scintilla of honesty and courage should steer well clear.... The hangman's noose is not picky.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Cuban crabs invade

A man driving a vintage car reacts as he passes by crabs crossing a highway on their way to spawn in the sea in Playa Giron, Cuba. REUTERS/Alexandre Meneghini

big bosom, no substance

The arrogant, elitist rest of the world just plain wouldn't lie down for Donald Trump's daughter in Berlin. The seriousness of the issue (women's roles) was utterly laid aside as the first daughter flogged the first father. A truly embarrassing display of U.S. gravitas.

Try reading the credentials (in the article) of those with whom Ivanka shared the stage. I'm sorry, but "pretty but empty" seems the kindest description available.
Donald Trump's daughter Ivanka was met with groans as she defended her father's attitude towards women at the G20 women's summit in Berlin.
The First Daughter was taking part in a panel discussion about female entrepreneurs alongside German chancellor, Angela Merkel, and IMF chief Christine Lagarde.
But the audience bristled at her praise for the US president.
The event is part of the G20 women's summit.
An audible groan went up as she told the room her father was a "tremendous champion of supporting families and enabling them to thrive".

Monday, April 24, 2017

pain with the gain

Jack Ma
Artificial intelligence and other technologies will cause people “more pain than happiness” over the next three decades, according to Jack Ma, the billionaire chairman and founder of Alibaba.
“Social conflicts in the next three decades will have an impact on all sorts of industries and walks of life,” said Ma, speaking at an entrepreneurship conference in China about the job disruptions that would be created by automation and the internet. A key social conflict will be the rise of artificial intelligence and longer life expectancy, which will lead to an aging workforce fighting for fewer jobs.

the humanity factor

It's just human, isn't it?

David Wyeth and Matthew Rees recount the inspiring end to the London marathon that saw Matthew help his exhausted fellow runner across the finish line.
And, among other things...
The state of Arkansas plans to execute two inmates on Monday evening, which would make it the first U.S. state in 17 years to put a pair of convicts to death on the same day.
It's just human, isn't it?

Sunday, April 23, 2017

spring notes

What was a grey and clouded pre-dawn has turned blueblueblue in its day-ness. A lone wasp buzzes around the porch and is immune to my suggestions that it dip from its ceiling veldt and make through the open door to the sunshine outdoors. Across the street my neighbor's Tree of the Hanging Squirrels has popped the nothingness of its winter branches and has created a thousand somethings that are its Japanese Maple leaves.

The sunshine is bragging in the street and across the rooftops. A solid spring day.

I keep hoping to see Doreen, the owner of the house with the Tree of the Hanging Squirrels. She has spent the winter fighting cancer, but today, without seeing her, I did hear her signature laughter -- a delighted cackle about one thing or another. Doreen is there and I am here. Spring is all present and correct. There has been changes -- Doreen battling her trolls, I battling mine -- but spring has not lessened its laughter. Perhaps I will go and buy Doreen a flower and plant it surreptitiously in the garden she keeps at the front of her house but has not tended that I know of.... just to piss her off a little that anyone would dare to touch her hallowed ground. A neighborly thought, I figure.

Spring. Sun. Leaves. Pissing people off.

Somebody's gotta sing the song.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

stupid is not the same as peaceful

Some part of me is tired of making room for voices that insist on elevating unexamined bullshit, of enshrining it without taking responsibility for it, of pretending that a good ol' boy is the same as a right ol' boy.

I'm glad scientists are out in some measure of force to accord with Monday's Earth Day.

There is nothing wrong with not-knowing. There is something very wrong about assuming that not-knowing is the same as an unwillingness to learn and to get things right ... and to keep your word. Sure, it's climate change ... but it's also brain cells and health and alzheimers and young men and women researching and ... so much else that doesn't deserve to be choked by self-applauding uncertainty whose only quality is loudness.

More than 600 marches held around the world, with organizers saying science ‘under attack’ from a White House that dismisses the threat of climate change.
 Why March for Science? Because when it is attacked, only elites benefit

winter's bounty, summer's need

An ice stupa created by the innovative engineer Sonam Wangchuk in Ladakh, India. Photograph: Courtesy of Sonam Wangchuk
Why do I suspect that an innovation like this, when placed in the hands of a macher like Donald Trump, would be little more than a 'deal' to be made and others to withhold from?

"Lady's Companion" on the block

When you think of sex toys, you may not automatically think of the Victorian era. Or Ireland.
But you would be wrong.
Over the weekend, Matthews auctioneers in County Meath, Ireland, is offering for sale an “antique carved ivory ladies’ companion in scarlet lined leather upholstered carry box with inset bevelled glass panel”. It’s also known as Lot 475.

Declaration-of-Independence find

"Two Harvard researchers have found only the second known parchment manuscript of America’s formative text in a West Sussex archive."    
‘The Sussex Declaration’ was made sometime in the next decade after the original declaration was signed, the researchers say. Photograph: West Sussex Record Office Add Mss 8981.

making Britain great again?

British miners drilling for coal in 1924
If those committed to Donald Trump as a political beacon want some idea of Mr. Trump's ability to follow through, perhaps a glance across the Atlantic pond offers a preview:
Britain went a full day without using coal to generate electricity for the first time since the Industrial Revolution, the National Grid says.
The energy provider said Friday's lack of coal usage was a "watershed" moment.
Britain's longest continuous energy period without coal until now was 19 hours - first achieved last May, and again on Thursday.
The government plans to phase out Britain's last plants by 2025 in order to cut carbon emissions.
Friday is thought to be the first time the nation has not used coal to generate electricity since the world's first centralised public coal-fired generator opened in 1882, at Holborn Viaduct in London.

Friday, April 21, 2017

saves wear and tear on the other end

A man who was fined €70 ($75) after unleashing a sonorous post-kebab belch near an Austrian policeman has won his legal fight to have the sanction overturned.
Edin Mehic was issued the fine in February 2016 for violating “public decency with a loud belch next to a police officer” in Vienna’s famous Prater Park.
But a court document Mehic emailed to the Associated Press on Friday shows authorities have ruled in his favour. It says there was “never proof” that he burped to affront the officer....
Mehic’s belch resonated in Austria long after it was emitted. Groups organised to support him, and a kebab chain paid for both his ticket and an all-expenses trip to Istanbul.

silent city in the desert

Sometimes I can purely marvel, whether blessed or cursed, at the stuff I don't know.

suckled by sunshine

I always felt that Tchaikovsky's "Capriccio Italien" was the gustatory equivalent of being suckled by sunshine. So. Take a moment and, possibly, savor the sunshine.

Ives in Texas

Ives at Ft. Bliss, Texas, April, 2017

Written communication has been sparse since my younger son got to his Texas pre-mobilization training in Texas, but this picture arrived last night when my wife and older son went to dinner with Ives' lady friend.

Rube Goldberg redux

For those who may once have been smitten by the availability of "dehydrated water" ("just add water"), there is the somewhat chagrined "Juicero," which costs $400 and promises an "experience" in healthy ingestion if you're too damned lazy to squeeze your own juice.
A US start-up that sells a wi-fi connected juicing machine for $399 (£310), has offered refunds after the gadget was mocked on social media.
Wrongly attributed to P.T. Barnum: "There's a sucker born every minute."

More seriously, I sometimes think every newborn should be required to attend a six-month course in being a human being, learning how to DO something, BUILD something, and stop fucking around 'leveraging' stuff.

Rube Goldberg lives anew.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

happy ending ... again and again and again

What follows probably qualifies in the same basket as the old logic joke:

All tables have four legs.
My dog has four legs.
Ergo, my dog is a table.

Though wrong-headed, what follows has stuck with me and made me smirk ... or something like that. So I'll write it down and hope no one gets too serious ... me included.


Among the silver tongued and slick, you can sometimes hear the Chinese fortune cookie that goes, "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results." Examination (look it up yourself or open your eyes) shows this to be false, but it is so tasty on the tongue that it is hard to escape. I don't agree with it, but it came into my mind as a premise for a bit of thinking last night.

Premise: OK, the nutters do the same thing over and over in hopes of achieving some different and implicitly more acceptable result.

And if, for a moment, that is true ....

Last night I was flipping around the TV channels and ran into the reboot of "Cinderella." It's a movie version of the old fairy tale and I have to admit its bedrock gets to me -- the wicked stepmother treats the sweet, lovable girl badly but she gets her prince in the end. Up from under life's slings and arrows ... a happy ending ... bluebirds sing, as well they might. The older I get the more I like happy endings ... I don't give a damn if they're lies.

And while watching the movie, it occurred to me that no matter how often I watched it, the outcome would still be the same. A happy ending ... over and over and over again. I don't watch the movie expecting to run into a gloomy ending. No, I expect the same thing over and over and over. This is the mirror image of the slick definition of "insanity" above. And if that is true, does expecting the same outcome make me sane or insane?

Oh well, I'm perilously close to a brain seizure somehow. I guess I'll just be sane or insane and let someone else sort it out...


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

blue lobster

hermit hired!

Stan Vanuytrecht chosen from 50 applicants for post, which comes with no heating, running water, internet or pay

a country without constant war

Standing out from a Guardian article about those who left the United States in the wake of Donald Trump's presidential ascendancy was, for me, this quote:
“There is a psychological burden to living in a country that is forever in a state of war,” he said. “And I don’t think even politicized Americans can appreciate it viscerally until they’re free from it.”
It sounds true or perhaps it merely sounds like words you wish were true ... but is it true? I really don't know. How WOULD it be to live in a country that wasn't constantly involved in one military adventure or another? Surely it would have some effect ... but what effect?

How depressing to even ask the question.

sheep smarts

They're not stupid, they have sexual preferences (8% are homosexual), they prefer smiles, they defend weaker fellows of the flock, and their capacity to decimate the grass that feeds many is not to be trifled with.

For all that, human beings insist on calling sheep "stupid" and otherwise speaking down to the animal that adorns their sacrificial altars, fills their dinner plate and warms their sweaters.

I wonder if that is a descriptive human trait -- to label as "stupid" (or, pick your pejorative) that which a human being wishes to exploit without exciting a chorus of criticism or complaint.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

civilization collapse, my ass!

A BBC speculation today is headlined "How western civilization could collapse."

Oh goodie.
Oh gleee.
Oy vey.
Oh ain't it awful?
Oh the world is going to hell in a hand basket.
The air sucks.
The social structures crumble.
The people suck.
The cars suck!
Donald Trump is president.
Turkey has a dictator.
Africa has a variety of tribal slaughters.
Democracy crumbles .....

Oh weep
Oh moan


Relax ... western civilization may become more uncomfortable, but "collapse?" Never! Why? Because there's too much money to be made if it does not collapse ... there are too many weenies who want to flong their dongs and require subservient throngs to lick up their cuff-linked spittle. How can Tesla be kool if there's no one to salivate for it? Too many poorly educated men in Washington and elsewhere need a forum in which to believe that they, like British royalty, have the droit de seigneur ... someone will actually believe them and their spiff-dom.


And if I'm wrong, there will be no one left to contradict me ... nyah-nyah-nyah!

news bulletin: "there is no news"

... 87 years ago, on 18 April 1930, the BBC's news announcer had nothing to communicate. "There is no news," was the script of the 20:45 news bulletin, before piano music was played for the rest of the 15-minute segment.
The wireless service then returned to broadcasting from the Queen's Hall in Langham Place, London, where the Wagner opera Parsifal was being performed.
How different 18 April 2017.....

DOCTOR... Bashar al-Assad

"Bashar al-Assad trained as a doctor. How did he become a mass murderer?"

Don't worry -- this opinion piece includes Mengele.

40 marathons later

The first time Kathrine Switzer stood on the starting line of the Boston Marathon, it was as the lone woman in a men-only race.
The fact she dared to compete led one race official to try to rip the number 261 from her back, a few miles in.
Fifty years on, aged 70, Ms Switzer returned to the starting line wearing the same number.
 Blessings on those who choose to run the solo race that is their life.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Guardian photos

The Guardian: Honky Tonk Nun

I’m no great singer, but Emahoy TseguĂ©-Maryam Guèbrou only really trusted me after I had sung to her. “Something from your country,” she instructed. So I found myself in the tiny bedroom of this 93-year-old Ethiopian composer-pianist-nun, croaking my way through the verses of a Robert Burns song.
Given she does not agree to most interviews, I felt I should do what I was told. The room, at the Ethiopian Orthodox church in Jerusalem, was cramped and sweltering. In it was a small bed, an upright piano draped in Ethiopian flags, stacks of reel-to-reel and cassette tapes, and a jumble of handwritten manuscripts. On the walls were portraits of Emperor Haile Selassie – Emahoy knew him in the 1930s – and her own paintings of religious icons. The door was propped open and, from the courtyard, came smells of food and the sound of monks chanting.

I found her life more interesting thatn her music ... fish around.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

lotsa little tramps

barren in California

The 250,000 acres of California that no one inhabits:
"Despite being located less than 130 miles from downtown Los Angeles, few Americans have heard of Carrizo Plain."

"do you remember me?"

It's one thing to tease my advancing forgetfulness with friends or acquaintances likely to be suffering the same affliction. You can chuckle a bit or weep openly if necessary. This is cosa nostra, our thing.

But it is quite another to be bare-ass accosted ... out of no where ... by the same set of facts.

Yesterday, sitting on a low retaining wall outside the barbershop I had patronized some minutes before, I was enjoying the sunshine as I waited for my wife to pick me up. It was good to be outside, to feel the sun, feel the air, watch the almost non-existent activities as cars passed. And as I sat there, a man approached. Then sat on the wall next to me and said calmly, "Do you remember me?"

And I didn't, though his German accent rang some bells and it turned out Samuel's son and one of mine inhabited a similar high school class together. But I really didn't remember. He had the social-working demeanor of his profession -- taking care of 'challenged' kids in schools ... a poker face that remained in place even when confronting a serial killer. Texas Hold 'Em lips is what I think of. We chatted. He said I had once taken him to the zendo I built in the backyard here. I really didn't remember that, though I remember a general trend of trying to lure people in by giving a cook's tour of the 12x16 building. He wanted to know if I still did Buddhism. "I'll do Buddhism if you like," I said, feeling more at ease than when my cook's tour frequency had been in play. He laughed ... "you 'do Buddhism'" he repeated and we both chuckled. We had a nice chat and pretty soon my wife came and I wasn't a Buddhist any more ... or perhaps I was more so. How I loved it all once. And now .... Buddhism is sensible for those inclined.

But these days, my "finis" point so to speak refers back to a time when I asked a Zen teacher how to teach others. "Tell 'em 80%," he replied, "and let 'em find out 20." That never sat right with me, though back then I wouldn't have dared to contradict a "teacher." Then, by suspicion, and now by conviction, my feeling is, "tell 'em 100% and let 'em find out 100%."

As if there were some other choice.

Whac-a-mole salvation

A shrink friend of mine once told me that the world of sleep-time dreams had a saucy and silly facet in its firmament -- the most sublime things eliciting a torrent of wracking tears or the most horrific spawning uncontrollable laughter. Or, what ought to be metaphorical segues into the literal ... or vice versa.

It was in this realm that I woke this morning -- Easter morning by Christian reckoning -- wondering if the arcade game Whac-a-Mole took its inception from the resurrection story in Christian tale-telling and ritual: You can't keep a good (wo)man down no matter how tightly s/he is affixed to the latest cross. Saviors, to borrow someone else's words, "take a lickin' and keep on tickin'."

Resurrection is a way of life, but you gotta die first, right?

Those who may think I am flipping Christianity the bird might consider the discovery last year of the coffins of five (that's FIVE) archbishops of Canterbury stacked on top of each other and accidentally uncovered at a construction site. "Lost archbishops," the headline notes. How the hell do you lose an archbishop? Stacked on top of eachother ... "piled higgledy-piggledy on top of each other" ,,, sorta like Crest toothpaste in WalMart. Dead is dead, whatever the dreams may be ... but you gotta wonder how come these heavy hitters were ... ummmm ... stacked up like cord wood. Were officials pressed for space? Were they less smarmy than those who might come later?

Every moment a life. Every moment a death. Every moment a resurrection.

The pope excoriates the gas and other atrocities in Syria in his Easter message.

The United States pays homage to North Korea, which is managing to be the single biggest  resuscitator of the war footing that will allow Donald Trump not to address serious issues in the United States ... the ones that put him in office in the first place but have yet to acknowledge the fact that they have been sold out. A small armada with a lot of U.S. fire power is Korean-Peninsula bound.

The savior wears so many guises, comes in so many forms. Again and again, s/he rolls back the rock that was put in place after the last great horror. Again and again, resurrection is the theme and the fact and, when spoken about with the numbing solemnity of the moment, the cowardice.

Whac-a-mole, thou art risen.

PS. Please forgive me, but I am lazy and don't reread and allow my mind to wander without filling in the blank spots these days. I write because there's space to write and it may be better than picking my nose. But the illusions are fading ... imagining I could convince anyone to do or not to do. No one can convince anyone else. People convince themselves ... or not.

Ergo ... ?
After weeks of suspense, April the giraffe finally gave birth on Saturday to a baby boy, delighting of hundreds of thousands of people who have been monitoring a live cam feed from a New York zoo in anticipation of the long-overdue event.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

sheep farmer vs. A-listers

Jim Telfer can trace his roots on the rolling farmland outside Edinburgh back to 1915, when George V was on the throne and Allied troops were in the middle of the disastrous Gallipoli campaign. Three generations later and Telfer, 82, is still up before daybreak tending to the newborn lambs that gambol round his smallholding.
But all this, he fears, may soon be taken away. Hollywood A-listers could next year be roaming the land after plans to build Scotland’s first purpose-built film studio were approved in principle by ministers.

correspondence with Abby

During WWII, when we were kindergarten-sized, Abigail and I were thrown together because our mothers shared a large apartment in New York City. Abby got back in touch more recently and now we converse from time to time. I spent most of my writing bolt reponding to her this morning ... not much meaning to anyone but me.

To: Adam Fisher
Sent: Fri, Apr 14, 2017 11:32 pm
Subject: Bye, bye Miss American Pie

"Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing this’ll be the day that I die.”

Just couldn't go to that link you provided! I'm superstitious enough already.

On to a completely different subject: the tyng of shoes. I went out on the porch this morning wth a cup of coffee and a section of today’s newspaper and with my sneaks untied. The back door closed on one of the trailing laces and I had a bit of a struggle getting free, during which time a bit of coffee slopped on the paper. Finally I get settled on the porch to discover that the lead story in the section I'd brought out with me was all about THE CORRECT WAY TO TIE ONE’S SHOES.

Even though I hadn’t tied mine yet, I was interested. BECAUSE for many years people have chided me on the way I tie my shoes (and bows on presents, etcetera) and I have always responded by blaming you!

I have this memory of us sitting side-by-side and you showing me how to tie shoes. Are you (or were you) left-handed? Has that been my problem all these years???

xx & oo
Abby --
What an utterly delightful note to wake up to. Thanks. I am not left-handed but am content beyond measure to think I could be the blamed-for-everything agent in someone's life. Sky fallin'? Adam screwed the pooch again!!!! Coffee on the newspaper? Probably Adam's Puckish streak. Shoe laces in square knots? I told you Adam was bad luck!!!

Finally I get settled on the porch to discover that the lead story in the section I'd brought out with me was all about THE CORRECT WAY TO

If you had populated the Brown Rice Circuit as much as I have over the years, you would know that the above adventure/occurrence/serendipity, had a D-E-E-E-E-P  M-E-A-N-I-N-G. God, I can almost see the glassy-eyed acolytes smiling slightly but knowingly while simultaneously reaching for the wallets that of course are required to any serendipitous/spiritual smog.

Ran across this the other day in an interview with British actor Bill Nighy:
"At some point, you just start to think: ‘I can’t live like this any more, this is ridiculous. When do I get to the bit where I realise apparently I’m OK?’ There comes a point where you get too long in the tooth to swallow your own bullshit. That’s my deep philosophical remark for the day.”

Yesterday, in the never-ending quest to break the Guinness Book of World Records for visiting doctors, I felt my sawdust depleted by yet another one ... a relatively sane fellow who is not afraid to address death with something other than a TED talk. Two things were of interest: 1. His vague-guess, you-will-die-when prognostication (nothing firm, of course) came into alignment with the Pakistani who read my fortune so many years ago and said I would die between 83 and 85, a suggestion that actuarial tables tend to applaud as far as guess-work goes. Tim, the doctor, told me he was doing what he could to keep me comfortable given the circumstances... which he then proceeded (2.) to laundry list: I had not heard everything put cheek by jowl ... it was quite a Christmas list and it jiggled my pistons. COPD, congestive heart failure, atrial fibrillation, emphysema, peripheral artery disease, a bacterial toe infection after having tried to clip a toe nail ... and others that don't seem to fit on this morning's blackboard. I cannot keep up with the schedules required for all the meds ... literally, I cannot keep up. Although it may not sound like it, all this is not a whine ... rather it is just the tiptoeing of time that has managed to sneak up and, apparently, POUNCE. I try to keep every activity one-pointed. The infected toe and the anti-biotics required ... that's enough for me ... much as shoe laces may be enough for you.

Tim, the doctor, suggests I have six or eight more years. The fortune teller did much the same. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be easier to believe the magical mystery tour from the get-go and quit finding "scientific fact" coming to the same conclusions, give or take a bit. Alternatively, why not just believe scientific fact and be done with it .... fuck the magical mystery tour. If they're both going to agree sooner or later (parallel lines meet in eternity and Donald Trump is president), why not just cut to the chase? Fake news? True news? See below.

I have lost my thread here, so I guess I'll stop.

Hang ten and do tie your shoes the 'correct' way.' :)


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Friday, April 14, 2017

White House logs

The Trump administration will not make public White House visitor logs, the records that detail who has visited President Donald Trump and his staff on official business, his office confirmed, in a departure from a practice that was established under former President Barack Obama.
It's not that Trump has done something exclusive -- Obama did the same in a different way -- but put it together with a burgeoning military budget and withholding necessities from those in need ... it feels like a step down the great, parsimonious, flag-waving road.

Massive Ordnance Air Blast

The "mother of all bombs" (actually, Massive Ordnance Air Blast) dropped on a faraway (few or no civilians to constitute "collateral damage") bit of Afghan territory cost "$314 million to develop and has a unit cost of $16 million."

The explosion apparently scared those in the neighborhood shitless. 36 alleged ISIS combatants were said to have been killed. The cost/kill ratio, if I've got it right, is close to $4.4 million per fighter. But of course there's untold ordnance hidden from view and the scare impact. I wonder if ISIS has ever felt so valued ("valued" in the Donald-Trump sense).

This big bang seems to dovetail nicely with Donald Trump's explicit promise to reinvigorate the military budget and his implicit promise not to come up with a policy that would nourish and build the nation it is easier to dismantle.

Perhaps it's irrelevant, but perhaps not:
More than 2,000 migrants trying to reach Europe were plucked from the Mediterranean on Friday in a series of dramatic rescues and one person was found dead, officials and witnesses said. An Italian coast guard spokesman said 19 rescue operations by the coast guard or ships operated by non-governmental organizations had saved a total of 2,074 migrants on 16 rubber dinghies and three small wooden boats.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

the "Mother of All Bombs"

The United States dropped "the mother of all bombs," the largest non-nuclear device it has ever unleashed in combat, on a network of caves and tunnels used by Islamic State in eastern Afghanistan on Thursday, the military said.
President Donald Trump touted the bombing as evidence of a more muscular U.S. foreign policy since he took office in January after eight years of President Barack Obama.
As the Nazis burnished their wartime sabres in the Spanish Civil War prior to World War II, so the United States et al appear to be gearing up for a new and improved weapons festival that will include the likes of the "mother of all bombs" dropped yesterday in Afghanistan -- the one almost (almost but not quite (?)) as big as the WWI tunnel explosion In Messen/Messines (Belgium/France) whose blast was said to be felt 120 miles away at 10 Downing St. in London. (The list of enormous explosions is pretty informative in Wikipedia ... just the number of those who felt abject fear, let along got killed.)

Boys with toys.
An all-white cabinet.
Shit oh dear!
Why don't we all get drunk, form a circle, and chant the word "penis" as if we were six again?

It makes me wonder if anyone attending an Ivy League College should be forced to take a two-year-course in civics ... against the time when they too will find their fingers on the trigger of the mother of all bombs. Or perhaps a couple of semesters investigating the fruitfulness of shame. Is there any shame at Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Smith, Columbia, Mount Holyoke ....

tongue in a true cheek ... Bill Nighy

Bill Nighy gave a recent interview to The Guardian. The article wrapped up with a bit of tongue-in-cheek straightforwardness that seems to be part of the British actor's persona.
"At some point, you just start to think: ‘I can’t live like this any more, this is ridiculous. When do I get to the bit where I realise apparently I’m OK?’ There comes a point where you get too long in the tooth to swallow your own bullshit. That’s my deep philosophical remark for the day.”

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

park for free? move to North Dakota

North Dakota turned back a legislative effort to allow cities and towns decide whether to allow parking meters.

ND remains the only state that does not allow the meters.

really expensive stuff

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A diamond-studded Rolex at 40 percent off the $34,000 retail price or an Omega Speedmaster Moonphase for less than $10,000? While still out of reach for most people, the increasing prevalence of such deals highlights the perplexing predicament in which luxury watchmakers now find themselves.
With sales falling, more unsold timepieces are finding their way from the Swiss-dominated industry's carefully controlled official retail networks to online platforms where they are often offered at steep discounts.
My own preference for snazzy stuff is the stuff without a single label. Otherwise I basically pity the poor soul who dons a label and ... and ... and what exactly? Labels for sports wear, men's wear, women's shoes, jewelry, autos ... where is the item that can boast no label but has superior workmanship? If the car keeps running, do I really need to know its manufacturer?

There is something impoverished and tribal about the bling, impoverished in mind and construction.

It's 3 p.m. ... isn't that enough?

The snazziest thing I ever owned was a ginkgo nut ... but I never said that to anyone.

bull sculptor sues little girl

The sculptor that [sic] erected Wall Street's Charging Bull statue is complaining about New York City's decision to allow a nearby statue to remain in place.
Italian-born sculptor Arturo Di Modica says the Fearless Girl statue, which was placed nearby during International Women's Day, is a copyright violation.
His lawyers argue that the new sculpture's presence changes the artistic meaning of his famous statue.
Mr Di Modica's statute was installed in 1987, without any city permits.
It is hard not to see the bull-sculptor's complaint. The (unpermitted) bull sends a very powerful message -- the kind of message that Wall Street winners might like but not always attain. The "Sez who" stance of the girl may in fact dent the testosterone-laden charge of the bull that no one apparently questioned in the first place (is it promoting the social good to encourage people to make a living by gambling?) In fact, to my mind, the girl gives the bull a much-needed reality check ... didn't we have a financial downturn in 2008 that no one dared to call a "Depression" because that name had already been used?

I do hope Mr. Modica finds the commissions he seems to be seeking by filing a suit against the little girl.

PS. Here's Reuters' somewhat more careful story.

if you haven't had your dose of dry wit today....

John M. Clarke, aka Fred Dagg, died April 9, 2017. RIP a very dry wit.


Tuesday, April 11, 2017

capital punishment witnesses

Witnesses like Teresa and Larry Clark are a legal necessity. In Virginia, as well as some other death penalty states, the law requires people with no connection to the crime attend each execution.

pandering paper wins Pulitzer

A small-town Iowa newspaper with a staff of 10 people - most of whom are related to each other – has won a Pulitzer Prize for taking on powerful agricultural companies over farm pollution.... Cullen’s writing was lauded by the Pulitzer committee for “editorials fuelled by tenacious reporting, impressive expertise and engaging writing that successfully challenged powerful corporate agricultural interests in Iowa”. As well as hard-hitting news and editorials, the paper also includes local stories. On Monday, a front-page story told of how a second-grader found a four-leaf clover in the field behind her school. Cullen told the Washington Post that he knows what readers like. “We strive to have a baby, a dog, a fire and a crash on every front page, so, yes, we do pander,” he said.

Monday, April 10, 2017

army national guard photo

My younger son sent along the above photo from Ft. Bliss, Texas, where he and his team are prepping for deployment next month to the Sinai Peninsula. At a quick initial glance, I could not locate my son ... everyone looked the same. When I finally did sort him out (far right), it occurred to me that my earlier not-knowing was 100% more accurate. No smarm ... but which of these is not my son? No smarm ... but which of these is Donald Trump and family willing to send on a mission that lacks specificity or goal or policy ... and whose outcome might be a quickly-forgotten death?