tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11354407043457277042024-02-11T18:44:03.511-05:00The WorldsAuthor of "Xmas Carol" trashes religion and chronicles the American decline. Plus gay stuff, science, writing, atheism, and baseball.writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.comBlogger3020125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-47720005951297659312017-04-04T14:45:00.000-04:002017-04-04T14:45:59.974-04:00What Jerry said<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On Jerry Coyne's web site today (never call it a blog; he gets upset), I found <a href="https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/2017/04/03/templeton-gives-200k-to-religion-news-service-for-reporting-on-the-intersection-of-science-and-religion/">this</a>:<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">Religion and spirituality impact <em>purpose</em> by telling us false
stories about the “purpose” of the universe, as well as giving us
“purpose” in our life that’s grounded on fiction and false hopes of an
afterlife; and they impact <em>reality</em> by distorting our notion of what is real and true by heaping respect on faith, which is the opposite of rationality.</span></blockquote>
I've been meaning to say this for some time. Now I don't have to. </div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-77220409316003715412016-10-25T14:21:00.001-04:002016-10-25T14:21:54.368-04:00How to have a doggie bed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ever since I mentioned that I sleep on a doggie bed (i.e., a mattress on the floor), I've been inundated with requests from readers. They say, "Oh, Keith, I want to have a doggie bed too! But I don't know how to handle my fears of...<i>you know." </i>I've probably gotten hundreds of such emails, if not thousands.<br />
<i> </i><br />
It's really quite simple. Here are the Three Rules of Having a Doggie Bed:<br />
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First Rule:<br />
<br />There are no spiders anywhere in your home. Why would they be? You're a very clean person.<br /><br />
Second Rule:<br />
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There is no such thing as a spider. Spiders come from dreams. They aren't real. So never worry about encountering a spider.<br /><br />
Third Rule<br />
<br />Get white sheets and blankets so you'll be able to see the spiders clearly as they march onto your doggie bed.<br />
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Special Bonus Rule:<br />
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<i>Never</i> look at <a href="https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/2016/10/25/wildlife-photographs/363e99009de0328c57d3b2e69ef5adb2/">this photo</a>.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-7752509177041579912016-10-13T10:14:00.003-04:002016-10-14T12:54:54.722-04:00Totally cool<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Update: it seems I'm the only one in the entire world who hasn't heard this song before today. That's what happens to us hermits: we slip out of touch. From now on, if you encounter something wondrous -- fer hevin's sake, tell me about it.</i> <br />
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This is Israel (“Iz”) Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻole, doing his version of "Over the Rainbow". Floored me. He died at 38 years old. (Hat tip to <a href="https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/2016/10/12/a-spontaneous-rendition-of-over-the-rainbow-on-an-aussie-train/">Jerry Coyne</a>.) <br />
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writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-19010971190668777092016-09-24T15:53:00.001-04:002016-09-24T21:29:45.745-04:00This and that<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One Million Moms, the wingnut group that is outraged by virtually everything, should go after major league baseball for the term "back-door slider". I mean, <i>really</i>. It's just <i>rude</i>. In a similar vein, where is the canned Million Moms outrage against "Naked and Afraid <i>Pop-Up </i>Edition"? They're off their game.<br />
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Baseball players should be required to be ugly, so they don't distract me.<br />
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AP: "Arizona Gov. Doug Ducey on Thursday announced he had signed three bills targeting abortion providers, including one requiring them to follow outdated federal guidelines for the most common abortion drug and prescribe it at much higher doses than needed." That's our world in a nutshell, isn't it?<br />
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I think the news should be presented in cartoon format, so Americans can understand it. You think I'm kidding, don't you?<br />
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Said of good hitter in baseball: "he can <i>rake</i>." I don't get it. <br />
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What's with the phrase: "Stick that in your eye"?<br />
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"I thanked god that there was a god." A woman's face uttered this on TV. Circuitous thinking in action. <br />
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The phrase: "Hopped up." I thought it had to do with the animation of people on drugs, particularly speed. But it seems "hop" is slang for opium and narcotics in general, and this was true as of 1887. <br />
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From AP: "A Kentucky man has been arrested in North Carolina after witnesses say he urinated on the floor of an American Airlines flight from San Francisco to Charlotte."<i> Whew.</i> Long pee!<br />
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I heard a woman say, "He was comin' <i>tworge</i> me". Maybe confusion between toward and towards caused her Hail Mary snatch at another consonant, and she landed on a "j"? Tworj. Who knows? Fun though.<br />
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Old person's T-shirt "So many tunes to hum. So little time." <br />
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"It was all fathomed in her mind," said the pastor's wife about an affair-sniffing parishioner.<br />
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"What am I, kidding?" Like "what am I, chopped liver?" I love that delivery. May be a NY thing. Not sure. Say you?<br />
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Kayaktivists. I figured the term was coming but I still shuddered the first time I heard it.<br />
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I'm surprised religious people don't say, of the dead, "Oh, he's on eternity leave." They'd chuckle too, as if they knew something. They don't know <i>anything.</i><br />
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I heard a mother on TV say her twenty-something daughter wanted to “get into some movie-starring."<br />
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"Thank God it's a rental," said a character in a movie. But I noticed that the captions (which I always have on during movies) said "Thank <i>gosh</i> it's a rental." And then captions said "scarry music". I always wondered what home-schooled Christian kids do for a living, once they grow up. Apparently they transcribe captions.<br />
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Of the phrase: <i>salad days</i>: “Whether the point is that youth, like salad, is raw, or that salad is highly flavoured and youth loves high flavours, or that innocent herbs are youth's food as milk is babes' and meat is men's, few of those who use the phrase could perhaps tell us; if so, it is fitter for parrots' than for human speech.” Comes from:<br />
[4] Fowler, H. W. A Dictionary of Modern English Usage. Oxford University Press, 1926.<br />
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I’ll “swing by” and check it out. Ape reference?<br />
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I've decided to believe that I live in a spaceship. What I see outside my windows is merely a hologram, meant to reassure me. It's <i>lovely</i> up here. <i>Mmmmmm.</i><br />
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Some day, Americans will vote with emoticons —a whole range of them, hundreds if not thousands. And then an AI will figure out what it all means and tell us who the new president is. Hail Leader!<br />
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Why is there no coffee air freshener? A house never smells more pleasant than when coffee is brewing.<br />
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Crime show on TV: <br />
Detective: “ When you were on the phone with him that night, how did he sound?"<br />
Woman: "Disheveled."<br />
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Baseball talk. A “fieldmouse trade”-<i> i.e.,</i> nobody special was included in the trade. <br />
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A southerner was asked "When was your appointment?" The woman replied, "It was <i>of the morning."</i> I've never heard that usage before.<br />
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Why is there no gay version of Mystery Science Theater 3000? All you'd need is a threesome of sharp, funny gay people watching a movie and saying catty things about absolutely everyone on screen. I'd love it.<br />
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I now return control of your computer to your able hands. Go on with your gardening, your cruise, or whatever the hell else you were doing with your day. I'm <i>done</i> with you. <i>Begone!</i></div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-16639051208385153102016-08-22T16:19:00.001-04:002016-08-22T16:19:53.594-04:00The damn hawks are cramping my style<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Let us begin with a picture of loveliness. How can you not love this crow? And yet, something lurks above, threatening this bird's freedom to roam.<br />
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Earlier this summer, I heard shrieks coming from an overgrown area of the farm. It was a hawk hatchling, crying for its mother to bring it food. This went on for a couple of weeks. And then one day there were two hawks in the sky, one smaller than the other. That's when the problem started. They want to eat my crows. How <i>dare</i> they?!<br />
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In case you're just tuning in, I feed crows. They're so smart, I can't help myself. They're almost like people. Anyway, I didn't realize how bad the situation had gotten until one day I did what I always do: headed out with a bag of seeds and peanuts and called "Crow!" As always, the crows headed for my voice. They'll do anything for peanuts, the food of the gods.<br />
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I looked up and saw a few crows in the sky, heading toward me -- and right above them were two hawks. It was almost a crowtastrophe! The crows realized they were threatened, freaked and flew away. No one was hurt. The sad part is that for days afterward,<i> they thought I was in cahoots with the hawks. </i>I was like, "Me?! <i>Me?! </i>The guy who feeds you daily?!" But crows are suspicious. They can't help it, it's their nature.<br />
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So I had to rework my whole routine. The hawks had learned that me screaming "Crow!" meant delicious crows were on the way.<br />
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Shortly afterward, one of the crows -- the one in the photo, I think -- talked to me from the tree in front of my house. He spoke to me in the soft voice, the one crows reserve for friends. It's not the ugly cawing sound; it's very pretty. He was trying to tell me something. Meanwhile, construction workers saw me seemingly talking to the air and asked who I was talking to. I said, "a crow". They just shook their heads in pity and looked away. But I thought I understood the crow's message. I knew what he wanted me to do.<br />
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He wanted me to be silent. So now I feed the crows without calling them. I just head out, they see me, and they come. No hawks at all. Mind you, they're still there. But they've discovered another food source: wild turkeys. I saw them swooping down on a group of 10 or so unfortunate hens. Jeepers. But at least it wasn't my crows.<br />
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This has been your slice of crow/farm life. I hope you enjoyed it. As for me, I gotta go feed the crows. And you can bet I'll be silent as I do it. <br />
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One more view of Crow. Ain't he fine?</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-40293351821550422662016-08-21T22:34:00.000-04:002016-08-21T22:34:07.511-04:00I broke up with baseball tonight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's true. The relationship is over. I was watching my team as they opened the ninth inning in a tied game, and instead of worrying and hoping and rooting ... I realized that I don't care anymore.<br />
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I deleted the game without seeing the final inning and canceled my upcoming recordings of Nationals games (and Mets games, for that matter). I threw my Nationals keychain and my Bryce Harper T-shirt in the garbage. I'm not going to record baseball or check scores or glance at the standings ever again. I'm not going to talk about baseball or think about it.<br />
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It was a great relationship for a while. Don't get me wrong. In my heart, I wish nothing but the best for baseball. I hope it finds another fan to replace me.<br />
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But I've moved on.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-56113143831727410132016-08-13T12:25:00.001-04:002016-08-13T12:25:24.540-04:00Rabbi writes about transgender god<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Interesting op-ed today in the NYT. Rabbi Mark Sameth asks <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2016/08/13/opinion/is-god-transgender.html"><u>Is God Transgender</u></a>? Much of what he said was new to me. Thought you guys might like it.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-40384490924977267052016-08-11T14:46:00.000-04:002016-08-11T14:46:06.926-04:00The Trump game<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We don't need to recount Trump's insane behavior here. I'm sure you're familiar with his lunacy by now. But here's the thing: if Trump bows out <i>just</i> before the election, whoever the GOP puts in his place will beat Hilary easily.<br />
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Trump will get what he wants: continuing attention and quite probably a flagship show on Fox (plus the ability to sell useless items to stupid Fox viewers and other imbeciles on his mailing list), and the GOP will score a most unlikely win.<br />
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People just don't <i>like</i> Hillary. Given any seemingly sensible alternative, they will vote against her and thereby elect the GOP apparatchik.<br />
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The second amendment <a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/politics/republicans-running-trump-amendment-threat-article-1.2746173"><u>threat</u></a> that Trump issued yesterday may provide the perfect means to drive him off the ticket. And he won't care at all.<br />
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This is frightening. But our country has been terrifying for many years now. Remember, one of the major parties had no problem putting Sarah Palin a heartbeat away from the presidency. In a country this ignorant, anything can happen. That is the ultimate scary fact of our times.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-70898616933828760032016-08-07T14:58:00.002-04:002016-08-07T14:59:04.747-04:00That Marco Rubio sure is kind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The <a href="http://www.joemygod.com/2016/08/07/marco-rubio-no-abortions-for-zika-infected-women/">latest</a> from Republican goon, Marco Rubio: <br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Sen. Marco Rubio said Saturday that he doesn’t believe a pregnant
woman infected with the Zika virus should have the right to an abortion —
even if she had reason to believe the child would be born with severe
microcephaly.</span><br />
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“I understand a lot of people disagree with my view – but I believe that all human life is worthy of protection of our laws -- <strike>and therefore I pledge that I, and my fellow Republican nitwits, will take in all the unwanted Zika babies and care for them in perpetuity</strike>."</span></blockquote>
Watta guy! At least we won't have to worry about the poor, microcephalic children. And if you think about it, it's a win-win for them. The GOP could raise them up to become the next group of super-Republicans. After all, they have to find a new pool of voters somewhere. It's either this or the snowflake babies. Because people who are fully conscious will never vote for them again.<br />
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They sure have a keen moral sense, these Republicans. I mean, you never see them falter when faced with a tough choice. I guess their gods tell them which choice is the correct one. Let's hear if for their gods: <i>(Insert rude noise).</i></div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-88982744155608615942016-08-02T15:25:00.000-04:002016-08-07T16:40:30.482-04:00Francis gets it backwards<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Pope Francis is totally confused about sex, which is no wonder considering the strange sexual rules of his faith. He can't get a handle on what's occurring in modern times so, like Fox News, he jumps in and spews nonsense.<br />
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<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/2016/08/02/world/europe/ap-eu-rel-vatican-pope-gender.html?ref=news&_r=0">Today's AP stream</a>:<br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">VATICAN CITY — Pope Francis has lamented that children, as he puts it, are being taught at school that gender can be a choice. Francis said: "Today, in schools they are teaching this to children -- to children! -- that everyone can choose their gender."</span></div>
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Of course, what's being "taught" -- largely through experience and media coverage in the US -- is that there <i>is no choice</i> regarding gender. You are what you are. And sometimes what you are is a person trapped in a body of the wrong sex. It's not surprising that this happens. Some people are <i>physically</i> intersex. They are born with both female and male sexual organs. It's not much of a stretch to think that sometimes the whole body is the wrong sex. The transgender person <i>feels</i> that he or she is in the wrong body. What a horrible fate that must be. But today they can have that little problem fixed.</div>
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Is this process about <i>choosing</i> whatever gender you want? In fact, the pope got it ass-backwards. It's about <i>not</i> being able to choose what gender you <i>are</i>. These people, young and old, don't <i>choose</i> a gender. They claim their appropriate gender, even at a young age. And if that doesn't align with the physical gender of their body, they tell us: I'm not a man, I'm a woman. There is no choice, no mystery. It's simply something they <i>know</i> as surely as they know their own names.</div>
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Sexual orientation and gender dysphoria aren't about <i>choosing</i>. They're about who you are. Choice plays no role. This is simply the reality of their bodies and minds. They are who god made them, including gay or transgender (if'n you want to think of it that way; there is no god, of course). </div>
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The pope understands nothing about this. For this reason, he should stick to non-sexual topics when he speaks. Why share his ignorance? </div>
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writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-87110037152122738272016-07-22T14:26:00.001-04:002016-07-22T14:26:15.215-04:00Scrivener for IOS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I know, I know. I've been ignoring the blog. Let's see if one post can nudge me into blogging again. It's worth a shot, right?<br />
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I use Scrivener to write fiction. It's the best writing software out there and was available only to Mac users for quite a while. I hear there's a Windows version now, so anyone can use it. (Mind you, no one should be on Windows anymore. No one.)<br />
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But the thing that was always missing was an IOS version of Scrivener. It took years to develop and folks were beginning to doubt that it would ever be released. But it's done! I was <i>so</i> excited to download it when it came out on Wednesday, and I've been playing with it ever since.<br />
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First off, it's <i>fabulous</i> that my work is now mobile. I can carry all my intellectual property with me wherever I go. That's so reassuring. No more worries about my house burning down while I'm out for a walk and taking my work with it. The books (there are several) are now <i>safe.</i> That is so important.<br />
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Plus, the IOS version works well. One of the things about Scrivener on the desktop is how zippy it is. Nothing is slow, everything is instantaneous. I'm happy to report that the IOS version is just as zippy.<br />
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The true joy of this is that wherever I am, if I think of something that needs to be changed in a manuscript -- or if I think of a great new story idea -- I can pick up my iPad and input the changes or idea. It automatically synchs with the desktop version of Scrivener. No more lost thoughts! This is so nice.<br />
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Anyway, I'm a very happy guy. Now let's see if I can get back to blogging in the next few days and weeks. </div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-17812446731492221242016-04-08T13:58:00.003-04:002016-04-08T13:58:46.977-04:00Incredible aurora lights<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This is an image of the northern lights over Lapland. It doesn't get much better than this. As always, these shots are taken from NASA's Astronomy Photo of the Day site. (<a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/"><u>Link</u></a>)<br />
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writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-63710230459911785002016-03-22T15:18:00.002-04:002016-03-22T15:18:56.007-04:00Who knew there was such a thing as airglow?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This photo is from NASA's Astronomy Photo of the Day <a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/"><u>site</u></a>. The headline says "Rainbow airglow over the Azores". Cool, isn't it?<br />
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You can see a huge version of the image by clicking on it. </div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-28632613285723590102016-03-19T12:34:00.000-04:002016-03-19T12:34:03.488-04:00Religious gits say incredibly dumb stuff<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I mean, <a href="http://www.rawstory.com/2016/03/texas-mans-discovery-of-noahs-flood-fossils-in-front-yard-confirmed-sight-unseen-by-biblical-scholar/"><u>really</u></a>.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: #134f5c;">According to Wayne Propst, he was replacing soil in his aunt Sharon
Givan’s yard when he made the amazing discovery of the fossilized snail
shells which he believes date back to the time of Noah’s flood.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">“What’s really interesting to me is we’re talking about the largest
catastrophe known to man, the flood that engulfed the entire world,”
Propst explained, while showing off fossilized remains and adding,
“Noah’s flood in my front yard. How much better can it get?”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Seeking to verify the veracity of his claim, Propst contacted self-proclaimed fossil expert Joe Taylor who stated that the
fossils indeed are a remnant of the Biblical flood that covered the
Earth due to God’s wrath.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Although Taylor has yet to study the fossils — or even lay eyes on them
in person — he believes that they are a sign of the flood in the dry
East Texas town and called the discovery “rare.<i> </i></span><i><br /></i></blockquote>
<i>Indeed.</i> Want some more? You know you do. Here you go.<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">“Now all I got to do is go in front of my aunt’s house and pick up
something from back when it all began. I don’t even have to search
anymore,” said Probst, adding, ” Who else can say they have a front yard
full of Noah’s dirt?”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Propst’s aunt Sharon agreed, saying: “To think that like he says that
we have something in our yard that dated back to when God destroyed the
earth. I mean, how much better could anything be?”</span></blockquote>
How does someone end up this brain-dead? Oh, right. Churches. Never mind. </div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-87718009329061017132016-03-18T15:50:00.001-04:002016-03-19T01:13:17.440-04:00This and that -- expanded version<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="color: #45818e;">Note: some of the items below may be repeats. I didn't clear out my "This and That" file very well the last time I did one of these posts. Rest assured there's new stuff interspersed throughout. </span></i><br />
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Oh joy! We are informed that <a href="http://www.patheos.com/blogs/progressivesecularhumanist/2015/12/mother-teresa-sadistic-religious-fanatic/"><u>Monster Theresa</u></a> will be sainted on October 4, 2016. Don't forget to mark your calendars! This pope is now two-for-two in appointing monsters the the exalted position of Saint. Attaboy, Frankie. (The first monster he sainted was <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/jan/25/pope-francis-junipero-serra-sainthood-native-american-controversy"><u>Junipero Serra</u></a>.)<br />
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I get irritated each time I see a TV news story that includes this statement: "It so happens the Bee Gees hit, Stayin' Alive, uses exactly the right beat for proper chest compressions." Why does this irritate me? Because typically in the same report they show video of people compressing someone's chest <i>much faster</i> than the actual beat of the song. Methinks these people have the musical skills of a Ronald Reagan. (Ever see Ronnie try to clap along with music? Hilarious.) So, ummm, I don't think this is a good guideline for the musically challenged -- which is mostly everybody. Time for a new idea.<br />
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I love to hear "decease" used as verb, and I get the chance to hear this quite often on crime shows. I recently heard a police officer say, "It was apparent she had deceased." Bravo! I also love when the investigator thinks "this is the guy" because he "didn't show no remorse". This is what makes the guy a suspect. But...ummm, as it turns out, he <i>didn't do it</i>. So why would he show remorse? Most police officers are, like most people, unintelligent. This is why you should <i>never</i> talk to the police if they think you committed a crime. Just slam the door in the officer's face and hire a lawyer. It's the only sensible thing to do.<br />
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AP word insanity. A headline on 3/12/16 said "Storm to <b>stay lingering</b> over northern California". And the sub-head said: "Rough weather that gave a brief blast to Southern California was set to <b>maintain its steady stay</b> over Northern California into the weekend." I wonder if "stay lingering" will become the new "stay loose".<br />
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A woman on the teevee said, "She was very nice, very go-lucky". Indeed. I hope to meet some go-lucky people later today.<br />
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Seriously, I love crime shows because I get to hear gits say things in their backwoods accents. The other night I heard a Texan say, to excuse having missed a clue, "the paperwork had just not caught'n up."<br />
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On another show, a nervous girl said of a suspect, "he kind of gave me a willy feeling." Watch out, young lady. That can get you pregnant. <br />
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"Charm the pants off him" is such an odd phrase, because it's <i>so</i> easy to get a man's pants off. What's hard is getting him to keep them on.<br />
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I've never heard of a keeping room. Ever. Found it mentioned <a href="http://www.wisegeek.org/what-is-a-keeping-room.htm"><u>here</u></a>. <br />
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I'm going to ask my devoutly religious sister to buy me a statue of Baphomet for Xmas. I haven't asked her yet. Shhhhhh! I think this is going to go over really well.<br />
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When I saw an article about searching for the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/10/14/dining/best-biscuits-nyc.html?hpw&rref=food&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&module=well-region&region=bottom-well&WT.nav=bottom-well"><u>best NY biscuit</u></a> in the Times, I had to look up what a biscuit is. Oh, those things. We never ever had biscuits in our house when I was growing up, nor did I ever see one at a relative's house. It must be something fat Southerners eat.<br />
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I wonder how many logic teachers believe in god. <br />
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When in the supermarket, it's great fun to loudly refer to the meat as "dead animals". Like if I'm far away from my sister in the store, I often yell, "You go buy the dead animals while I get the toilet paper." My sister's face turns beet-red.<br />
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Unkempt has become "unkept" in common usage. This is how language changes. And again, it makes sense. I find it enjoyable to watch language change in real-time. It's always happening. <i>Always. </i>Language never stays still.<br />
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Funny AP headline of the day (Jan 1, 2016): "Man Attacks Soldiers Guarding French Mosque With His Car". The nerve o' them soldiers using this poor man's car to guard a building.<br />
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I wondered about the origin of the term "Charley horse". According to the unimpeachable source called the internet, the pitcher Charley Radbourne was nicknamed Old Hoss -- and he got a cramp during a baseball game in the 1880s. Thus the phrase was born. Odd, but I'll take it as fact.<br />
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TV guy: "It's not happenchance." Me: I hear this all the time. Happenstance is no longer the word. It's now happenchance -- and as with all these things, you can see why. It kinda works better. I wouldn't use the incorrect version but I grok why others do.<br />
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"Inherent nitwittery killed humanity". Dog (my visitor from another galaxy) told me they've already carved this on our tombstone in the Hall of Failed Species. Sad, but I thought I'd pass it on. And even more sadly, I understand why the intelligent species of other galaxies wrote us off. We ain't much.<br />
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In a bar scene in a Scottish movie, the bartender yelled "last orders". I assume this is their version of "last call". I think I like it better.<br />
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Let's end with something from the current news cycle. A USA Today <a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/mlb/2016/03/18/chris-sale-adam-laroche-flap-we-were-lied-white-sox-management/81967004/"><u>story</u></a> today recounted the clubhouse reaction to the White Sox losing player
Adam LaRoche simply because he wanted to bring his son to work. And okay, he wanted to bring the kid every day. But he'd already gotten the team's agreement on this before signing his contract. Unfortunately, the bit with the kid was sealed only with a handshake. And then the damn WS
brass suddenly decided he couldn't bring the kid to work. Tch.<br />
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So LaRoche (who just about
everyone, including me, loves) walked away from a $13 million dollar
contract and retired. I say all this by way of introducing a comment in the USA Today
story. It reported that Chris Sale (a WS player) was furious over what happened and said, “We got bold-faced lied to’’ by the WS brass. Of course,
the usual phrase is " a bald-faced lie", I suppose harkening back to the
clear view provided by a clean-shaven face. It's kind of fun. I like
"bold-faced lie" too. It kinds of makes sense, and as I say, most of these alterations <i>do</i> make sense. But people are losing language skills quickly,
madly and irrevocably.<br />
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Ah, well. Things change. That's the nature of the universe.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-30784522203330052872016-03-16T12:53:00.003-04:002016-03-16T12:53:34.755-04:00Aurora over Iceland<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Kinda looks like a Phoenix, eh? Cue the wingnuts. As always, these cool shots come from NASA's <a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/"><u>Astronomy Photo of the Day site</u></a>.<br />
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If you can spare the bandwidth, click to see the photo in a <i>much</i> larger size.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-28647636539071027152016-03-14T14:31:00.001-04:002016-03-14T14:31:24.377-04:00The curious incident of the orange flames on the stove<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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For weeks, I couldn't cook. This isn't quite the tragedy you may imagine, since I hate to cook. Still, one must eat.<br />
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The problem was that the friendly blue flame on my gas stove had been replaced by an angry orange (some would say yellow) flame. The first time I saw it, I shut the gas off immediately, thinking something was wrong with the gas mixture. Yellow-orange flames can indicate carbon monoxide, and that's not how I want to leave this world. (I'd like to be sucked up into a tornado, BTW. Sounds like a really exciting ending.)<br />
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So we called the gas people and eventually a friendly gas guy arrived. He walked into my house and within 30 seconds, pointed at the humidifier. <i>"That's</i> doing it," he said. Though he'd never seen this scenario before, he was sure the humidifier was the culprit. My sweet, darling, cute and oh so friendly humidifier was being called a common criminal. Oh, the fruited plain!<br />
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I balked. I said in a "you must be a total jerk" voice: "That's <i>ridiculous!</i> How could a humidifier affect the stove like that?" And I kept on haranguing the guy. In an instant, I had turned into a monster rather than a customer, so strong was my belief that he was wrong. But the fellow kept his head and repeated, each time I'd pause, <i>"That's</i> doing it." Once again, he pointed his finger at my poor, innocent humidifier. The finger was <i>really</i> irritating me. How <i>dare</i> he?<br />
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To show the man just how stupid he was, I turned the humidifier off and opened every window and door in the house. It was a windy day so it didn't take long for the room in the air to be replaced.<br />
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<i>And the flame turned blue.</i><br />
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Oy, I felt like a jerk. (And let's be clear, I acted like one too.)<i> </i>But it seemed <i>so</i> unlikely. Nevertheless, the guy was right. I apologized profusely, because I'm a good-good person, and said goodbye to the stalwart gas guy.<br />
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Later on, I googled "humidifiers and gas stove" and found a zillion posts by people who had had the exact same experience. And in every case, they were as shocked as I was at the drama's conclusion. Plus -- <i>and I find this so odd</i> -- in each case the humidifier-stove connection was also news to the gas installer. You'd think if this was a thing, and apparently it is, the installers would know all about it. After all, it's not rare for people to use a humidifier. But they were as baffled as I was.<br />
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One poster said he was particularly shocked because his house is two stories, and the humidifier was in a kid's bedroom upstairs -- far from the stove. Yet he too experienced the odd orange flame.<br />
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Keep this info in your back pocket, folks. Humidifier = orange flames on stove. One nice thing, after all is said and done, is that I can shut the humidifier when I feel it's done its trick -- and later on, all I have to do is turn on the stove to check the humidity. If the flame is still orange, I don't need to turn the humidifier back on. It's kinda nice. And when I want to cook, all I have to do is open the windows.<br />
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This has been your Monday story. Protect and treasure it, for tomorrow is Tuesday.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-91548516776362143662016-03-13T11:57:00.000-04:002016-03-13T11:57:06.619-04:00Bruni does Trump<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I won't say a thing. Just go <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2016/03/13/opinion/sunday/donald-trumps-epic-neediness.html"><u>read it</u></a>. He nailed the guy.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-65143201164622907582016-03-12T12:40:00.000-05:002016-03-12T12:40:57.592-05:00Queer rage lets loose<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I almost dropped dead when I heard that Hillary Clinton <i>praised</i> Nancy Reagan for "helping to start a national conversation about HIV/AIDS". Nancy, of Ronnie-and-Nancy-hate-queers fame. These two were literally <i>monsters</i> in the most crucial days of the AIDS crisis. We were all dying and they <i>didn't say a thing.</i><br />
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Thankfully, Dan Savage <a href="http://www.rawstory.com/2016/03/dan-savage-clinton-crediting-nancy-reagan-for-helping-aids-victims-is-a-fcking-lie/"><u>handled this</u></a> for me.<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">“You could only say the Reagans started “a national conversation” about
AIDS if terrified, desperate, and dying people screaming “WHY AREN’T YOU
SAYING OR DOING ANYTHING ABOUT AIDS!” at the Reagans counts. It does
not.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Savage argued that Clinton “needs to walk this back immediately or
she risks losing the votes of millions of queer Americans who survived
the plague. We watched our friends and lovers die by the tens of
thousands while Nancy and Ronnie sat silently in the White House.”</span></blockquote>
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. This confirms for the umpteenth time that Hillary Clinton isn't real. She lives in some alter reality that doesn't really connect with <i>anything.</i> She was an adult, an ambitious, politically-oriented woman when Ronnie and Nancy steadfastly did <i>nothing</i> to help people with AIDS. She <i>didn't notice </i>when we were dying in the streets while Ronnie and Nancy thought everything was swell? <br />
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No one who is gay wants to vote for this woman right now. Take my word for it. And I'm with Savage here:<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">He [Savage] also stated that he was “literally shaking” as he composed his criticism of Clinton.</span></blockquote>
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes -- again. Hillary Clinton is a sham, an unreal creation affiliated only with corporate America. If it doesn't shed money that falls at her feet, she's not for it. Sure, she says things that some liberals like. But she only does that to get her hands on power -- so more money can work its way toward her and her friends. And who the hell cares what happens to real people?<br />
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I have never respected Hillary Clinton, not for one second. And with this, I'm now veering toward hatred.<br />
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Perhaps you weren't there when all this went down. I was. My friends were dying all around me. And Ronnie and Nancy <i>ignored it.</i> </div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-43060496126993704322016-03-05T15:21:00.000-05:002016-03-05T15:21:47.320-05:00My hope for the Olympics<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Yeah, yeah, the Zika virus. I know. Still, there could be something scintillating at this year's Olympics, something that will have everyone jumping out of their seats.<br />
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Yes, I'm hoping for the long-awaited Saran Wrap Handling event. Can you imagine the excitement? Mortals can't even <i>touch</i> Saran Wrap without it turning into a tangled ball. But there are some halcyon individuals who can handle this challenge -- and it is they who will enter the Olympic competition.<br />
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Just picture the championship event, the penultimate Advanced Saran Wrap Handling competition. A pitcher tosses a savory roast toward the competitor -- who wraps it as it passes by in the air, without ever slowing its passage. Like magic, the wrapped roast lands on the target table behind the competitor.<br />
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And here comes a pie. (The event includes increased difficulty with each pass.) Oh, it's the dreaded custard pie -- the hardest kind to wrap in the air. But the stalwart competitor hardly moves. His or her hands fly up into the air, and voila! The wrapped pie ends up on the target table.<br />
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And in the final round, a Bloody Mary is tossed <i>from a glass into the air. </i>Can the competitors possibly wrap it before it spreads too far? Oh, the agony of competition!<br />
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Fans will jump out of their seats as they watch this virtual sorcery. Could anything be more exciting and sportsmanlike? No! <i>This</i> is what Olympic fans have been waiting for.<br />
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I cannot wait to see this.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-11275881706498847332016-03-02T15:38:00.003-05:002016-03-02T15:38:46.229-05:00Cool clouds over Hong Kong<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGgl-Fe9fmliTB1QPdF7nIQy72SoLCQNxUho-RKycZ9hyphenhyphenBNEChrpssqsLuFrSeicr2oAusLDDwYmqrxWmnY_puzzzN-cpoSHX1Mj6Fne_MDhrWfEpiIaFAsgngMEAqPYHYmruhES9KR4/s1600/LenticularIridescence_Lee_960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGgl-Fe9fmliTB1QPdF7nIQy72SoLCQNxUho-RKycZ9hyphenhyphenBNEChrpssqsLuFrSeicr2oAusLDDwYmqrxWmnY_puzzzN-cpoSHX1Mj6Fne_MDhrWfEpiIaFAsgngMEAqPYHYmruhES9KR4/s320/LenticularIridescence_Lee_960.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
Yup, I got the photo at the <a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/"><u>Astronomy Photo of the Day</u></a> site, hosted by NASA. Ain't it purty?<br />
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You'll find a larger version of the image <a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1603/LenticularIridescence_Lee_5472.jpg"><u>here</u></a>.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-78316622576853250472016-03-02T14:57:00.002-05:002016-03-02T14:57:54.353-05:00Funny thing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I found this today on Jerry Coyne's <a href="https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/2016/03/01/similes-theology-philosophy-science-and/"><u>web site</u></a>. (He gets cross if you call it a blog.)<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">PHILOSOPHY is like being in a dark room and looking for a black cat.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">METAPHYSICS is like being in a dark room and looking for a black cat that is not there.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">THEOLOGY is like being in a dark room and looking for a black cat, that is not there, and shouting; “ I found it!”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">SCIENCE is like being in a dark room and looking for a black cat using a f—– flashlight.</span></div>
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By Jove, I think he's got it. (PS: It's not Jerry's own set of similes. It's from a reader named Leon. Bravo, Leon!)</div>
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writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-42901963069698532152016-03-01T12:58:00.003-05:002016-03-01T12:58:45.705-05:00Kinda sorta stuff<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I bought two inexpensive appliances recently, and both have a very strange capability.<br />
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For instance, I bought the humidifier you see here. Delightful appliance but it has the weirdest controls. You don't actually have to touch the button to make it do things. You just <i>sorta kinda</i> touch it. Your finger literally doesn't need to make contact in order for it to respond. You just bring your fingertip <i>near</i> the button -- and it reacts. It's such an odd experience. I also bought a very cheap rechargeable light that has the same sort of controls.<br />
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So I guess this is a thing now, huh? We only need to <i>come close </i>to a device to make it work. I think I kinda-sorta like it, though you sometimes trigger the device when you handle it -- by moving it around the house, for instance. This can be irritating but on the whole, I approve.<br />
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Have you encountered this sort of thing? Do tell.</div>
writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-88329527117143889202016-02-28T12:56:00.001-05:002016-02-28T12:56:36.919-05:00Frank Bruni rules<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Frank Bruni<u> </u>speaks the truth like no other. Here's a bit from his <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2016/02/28/opinion/sunday/if-donald-trump-changed-genders.html"><u>NYT column</u></a> on Trump (and Clinton):<br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">IMAGINE, for a moment, the presidential candidacy of a rich, brash real estate magnate and reality TV star named Donna Trump. </span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Quizzically
coifed and stubbornly sun-kissed, she’s on her third marriage. There’s
clear evidence that infidelity factored into the demise of the first,
and among her children is one conceived when The Donna wasn’t married to
the other parent.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">Her
sexual appetites have been prodigious, at least according to her
frequent claims and vulgar cant. And she has a tendency — disturbing on
its own, even more so in someone who aspires to civic leadership — to
talk about men as sirloins and rump roasts of disparate succulence. She
denigrates those who displease her on cosmetic grounds:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">So-and-so
used to be a 9 but, with that male-pattern baldness and desperate
comb-over, is down to a 6. So-and-so thinks he’s covering up that paunch
with baggy suits, but we all know better.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c;">How well do you think The Donna would do in the polls? How far into the race would she survive?</span></div>
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There's a lot more at the link. Go read it. And then wonder why most Americans don't see this obvious point. </div>
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PS: My feeling is that it doesn't matter if Trump is the Republican nominee. His fans are mostly idiots who don't vote. On the other hand, Clinton's voters will be there promptly on Election Day. Not to worry. (Mind you, feel free to worry about what Clinton will do. That's not clear at all. Probably not much. She'll be too involved with all the Republican hatred directed her way.)</div>
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writenowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15612617536948351540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135440704345727704.post-2812387687917432932016-02-27T13:17:00.000-05:002016-02-27T13:17:27.871-05:00Don't try this at home, kids<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Have you ever tried to break a CD? If you have, I hope you did it outside.<br />
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Yesterday I decided to throw out a dusty old CD. But it had personal files on it, so I figured I should destroy it before tossing it in the garbage. I was standing in the kitchen when I bent the CD. I figured it would break in two, thus saving my info from the prying eyes of busybodies. Simple, right?<br />
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Two pieces indeed. It broke into <i>millions </i>of little, shiny pieces. Looked like confetti. It went all over my kitchen counters, the floor, the nearby rug, my clothes and my hair. Teeny, tiny, shiny things <i>everywhere.</i> I had to clean the floors, vacuum, wipe all the counters and the stove, change my clothes and take a shower. It was that bad.<br />
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So, uh, don't do this. Or if you must, step outside first.</div>
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