"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
Author: David
Over-educated Curmudgeon, Bit-Bucket Tuner and Budding Brewmeister.
Was at my fav “fell off the back of a truck store,” today, and passed through the “$1 salvage items” aisle. Saw a $1 box of 12 bottles of BSP (buffered sodium phosphate) solution–bottled and prepped for use as enemas–and thought to myself, “Self, since thou doest always gargle salt water (sodium chloride + h2o) and this BSP is sodium phosphate+sodium chloride+water, and ingestion of “gargle water” ain’t on the menu, why not? Yeh, if and or when I get a sore throat this winter, I’m-a giving my mouth an enema. (Small amounts of sodium phosphates via mouth–traces not spit out with “gargle water”–are not harmful, and. . . prepackaged!)
I don’t like to travel out of the county, much. Oh, if “out of the county” is no more than 30 miles or so (INCLUDING miles in-county), I can manage it, and have as chauffeur for Son&Heir’s recent back injury (compression fracture of T-12 vertebra), but I do not like it. I consider an arduous trek to WallyWorld (15 miles away from TWC Central) to be far enough, most times, now.
Some of the places I like to visit are as far away as the mid-20s in miles from TWC Central (A.K.A. “Ye Olde Homestead”), so there’s that. But. *profound sigh* My sisters are trying to promote a family get-together next fall in Branson for a “gospel music extravaganza” type thing. *sigh*
#1 I HUGELY dislike Branson, “The Vegas of the Ozarks.” Even w/o the gambling and the other “Sin City” activities (at least in the open; there’s plenty of sin anywhere one goes, even if it’s just to the kitchen and back *heh*), Branson is just. . . tacky, IMO.
#2. Crowds. For me a crowd is more than somewhere between 2-5 people (and my sisters and their spouses, let alone brother and his spouse, not to mention children and grandchildren) exceed my capacity by themselves, and that’s before Branson-level crowds. (Didn’t use to be like this; being in/performing for large crowds used to be enjoyable. Touchy old bear, now.)
#3. The activities they are touting are NOT my cuppa, not in any way, shape, fashion, or form. I like real gospel music well enough, but done for a performance? No. Just no.
#4. And then there’s all that travel to get there. Must be 80 miles or more! *heh* (Yeh, yeh: all of them would be coming from out of state, but they LIKE travel and do it a lot.)
*shrugs* Happy to offer a cookout for ’em on their way through, though. Limited crowd exposure (time and numbers); no glitz and faux “gospel” singing. If they wanna see me, they can look at my profile pic. Visit? Sure. Drop on by, one (or two)-on-one, or use email or phone. Mass get-togethers? Please, no. Last one was Mother’s funeral, and while the funeral service itself was a blessing (apart from being forced to lead the congregational singing–multiple reasons that was a bad idea at the time), the travel and “family meal” afterwards was not. I took my fellow travelers and di-di-maued as expeditiously as possible.
“Auzenne was a vocal advocate for stricter gun control in the United States with multiple social media postings calling for an end to gun violence and Facebook profile pictures that bore the hashtags #Enough and #EndGunViolence.”
Well, killing her own children certainly makes her point. Not. The article hand waves a bit of “depression” and “anxiety” along with physical problems, NONE of which are excuses or reasons for killing her own children. The only explanation is that she embraced evil and made it her own.
Well, I used to start listening to Xmas music fairly soon after Easter (I had my reasons–good ones), but in recent years that has faded to somewhere around the end of September/into October, as I begin compiling playlists for the season. The other day, a review of and selections from Il Volo’s “Buon Natale” album. Nice stuff. Fun to hear young voices doing so well that I’m generally happy to ignore the surprising (for Italians) incidents of poor vowels–largely dipthongs that would, in Italian, be much purer vowel sounds. (“Ave Maria,” for but one example, with a beautiful initial vowel on “ave” that lapses to a seriously distracting “uh” at the end of “Maria”–but not consistently or with all three voices. *shrugs* I’m really baffled by that.)
All but two songs on the album are going on one of my Xmas 2019 playlists, although I might cut two more “not really Xmas” pop songs. No, not “might”–definitely will.
Oh, and although I am very familiar with the piece, I am aways a bit surprised that “Panis Angelicus” is in 4/4 time. Just one of those quirks of my mental ear. I have no idea why that is.
After this, a quick listen through (or three–ended up being more< *shrugs* ) to An Emmylou Harris Xmas album. I don’t know if I’ll get to include “Christmas Time’s A Comin'” in a playlist this year. Maybe in one that only I listen to, ‘cos my Wonder Woman really dislikes it for some reason. *heh* I’ll probably cut “Man Is an Island,” “Cherry Tree Carol,” and “Angel Eyes” for idiosyncratic reasons, but “Light in the Stable,” “Beautiful Star of Bethlehem” and the rest are pure gold, IMO. (I have NO idea why Emmylou Harris is so easy for me to listen to, since her vocal habits are a conglomeration of things that annoy my ear, and her musical style as a whole is one of my least favorites, but there it is: her singing appeals to me anyway)
That reminds me I need to also pick through a Christmas album from the George Shearing Quintet. Yeh, and I missed some YoYo Ma selections last year, so I need to find those, as well.
Compiling Xmas playlists has become a standard (and much enjoyed) activity around this time of year. And since I don’t really “do” Halloween, it’s also a nice anodyne for all that, urm, stuff.
Oh, and it’s a kinda different exercise for other reasons, For one (two and three), I’m not concerning myself with making it “programatic”–that is, concerns of “storytelling” (lyrics of one song leading to the next), tone, key, and tempo, etc.–as all that is out the door for this. I’m simply arranging them willy-nilly (<i>or will he nil heWell, I used to start listening to Xmas music fairly soon after Easter (I had my reasons–good ones), but in recent years that has faded to somewhere around the end of September/into October, as I begin compiling playlists for the season. Today, a review of and selections from Il Volo’s “Buon Natale” album. Nice stuff. Fun to hear young voices doing so well that I’m generally happy to ignore the surprising (for Italians) incidents of poor vowels–largely dipthongs that would, in Italian, be much purer vowel sounds. (“Ave Maria,” for but one example, with a beautiful initial vowel on “ave” that lapses to a seriously distracting “uh” at the end of “Maria”–but not consistently or with all three voices. *shrugs* I’m really baffled by that.)
All but two songs on the album are going on one of my Xmas 2019 playlists, although I might cut two more “not really Xmas” pop songs. No, not “might”–definitely will.
Oh, and although I am very familiar with the piece, I am aways a bit surprised that “Panis Angelicus” is in 4/4 time. Just one of those quirks of my mental ear. I have no idea why that is.
After this, a quick listen through (or three–ended up being more *shrugs* ) to An Emmylou Harris Xmas album. I don’t know if I’ll get to include “Christmas Time’s A Comin'” in a playlist this year. Naybe in one that only I listen to, ‘cos my Wonder Woman really dislikes it for some reason. *heh* I’ll probably cut “Man Is an Island,” “Cherry Tree Carol,” and “Angel Eyes” for idiosyncratic reasons, but “Light in the Stable,” “Beautiful Star of bethlehem” and the rest are pure gold, IMO. (I have NO idea why Emmylou Harris is so easy for me to listen to, since her vocal habits are a conglomeration of things that annoy my ear, and her musical style as a whole is one of my least favorites, but there it is: her singing appeals to me anyway)
That reminds me I need to also pick through both an album by Pacido Domingo and a Christmas album from the George Shearing Quintet. Yeh, and I missed some YoYo Ma selections last year, so I need to include those, as well.
Compiling Xmas playlists has become a standard (and much enjoyed) activity around this time of year. And since I don’t really “do” Halloween, it’s also a nice anodyne for all that, urm, stuff.
Oh, and it’s a kinda different exercise for other reasons, For one )two and three), I’m not concerning myzself with making it “programatic”–that is, concerns of “storytelling” (lyrics of one song leading to the next), tone, key, and tempo, etc.–as all that is out the door for this. I’m simply arranging them willy-nilly (or will he nil he *heh*)
*huh* More than three hours on one playlist, so far. NO “pop” pseudo-Xmas songs, just songs in some was really related to Christmas.
And, as always for the last decade or more, my fav Xmas song, Mitt Hjerte Alltid Vanker, is on the main playlist in several instrumental renditions (yes, by the same artist–Tine Thing Helseth) and another time as performed by Sissel. And, of course, O Helga Natt (twice–different artists–Sissel and Jussi Bjorling) and Cantique Noel (Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau). I’ve not found a performance in English that is as well-performed as those three in their respective languages (2-Swedish, one French–as originally written).
Mitt hjerte alltid vanker
– English translation (my favorite of various translations)
My heart will always wander
To where our Lord was born,
My thoughts will always go there
And take on their true form.
My longing heart belongs there,
With the treasure of my faith;
I never shall forget you,
O blessed Christmas night!
I’ll willingly spread branches
Of palms around your bed.
For you and you alone
I will gladly live and die.
Come, let my soul find joy
In this moment of delight:
To see you born right here,
Inside my loving heart. *heh*)
Yeh, well, it’s a reasonable target, but there are worse societal ills.
Music company “manufactories” can (and do) produce bad music, Academia Nut Fruitcake Bakeries can (and do) produce bad art, crony capitalism (which is not capitalism at all but a government thumb on the scales of the market) produces economic and social disparities, and a society focusing on privileges instead of actual, real, inherent individual rights produces outright evil.
Better: the government that governs least governs best. Get remote educrats out of public school meddling; get government thumbs off the markets; stop catering to crybullies, etc. Socialism is no threat if the government boot is taken off common citizens’ necks and placed instead on that of real outlaws who violate the actual, inherent rights of others (that would, of course, include socialists of all stripes), instead of government–as now–encouraging outlaws and suppressing citizens expressing/exercising their natural, inherent rights.
An informal lesson in reading “squishy science” papers touting “associations” and “correlations” would include looking at data sources and the means of obtaining them. For example, this sentence, in a posting of a paper’s abstract (followed by the paper itself) touting some rather scary statements is a red flag:
“Extensive dietary information was collected approximately every 4 years with a semiquantitative food frequency questionnaire.”
1. Self-reporting. 2. “Squishy” term: “semiquantitative.” Those two things alone, quite apart from the simple fact that no mechanism for the squishy report “results” was even suggested by the questionable data means that the paper might be interesting, but not all that interesting. It might give someone a place to start making guesses, but there’s nothing that would be as firm as a hypothesis lurking anywhere in this or other “squishy” papers.
There are tons and tons and tons of squishy “peer reviewed” papers out there, hiding the facts of poor data and little real information in statistical manipulation and other squish.
No, I’ll not link the paper. Heck, you can probably find it by searching on the one sentence I quoted, so maybe that’s just petty of me. 😉
Well, arose yesterday A.M. to discover that my Wonder Woman’s cat was apparently nowhere to be found. ALWAYS comes running when food’s put out, but. . . nope. *sigh* Wondered if she had scooted out when one of us had let the dog out, sometime after the last time she had poked her head out in the afternoon the day before.
So, set out the live trap again.
Late yesterday afternoon, she finally came crying at the basement door, of all places–not a place she has ever been known to go before, Who let her down there? Mystery. Aywho, back and sassy. But. . .
I remembered this A.M. that I’d set the live trap out, so went outside under the deck to. . . free the trapped opossum. Yep. Not exactly happy about it (lotsa hissing, as per opossum norm), but happy to be released. Ran off, climbed a tree, and then just sat there glaring at me. Good ‘possum. Gad he/she’s around.
Selling the live trap. Yeh, if Catrina ges out again, it’s on her.
Aside: gave Catrina a bath with a therapeutic shampoo for some hotspots she’s developed, and she now lives in our bathroom. New covered litter box, juuuuusst for her alone. Towel on a shelf where she has decided to sleep/perch–now (she had started sleeping in the liter box!)/ “Sensitive skin & stomach” special food rounds out her opulent confinement. . . and “torture chamber.” (Baths, you know. *heh*) Well, atleast she is sheltered from coming into contact with the fleas we canNOT seem to completely eradicate from Jaxson, our oldest cat (~18 years. Strangely, our lil “rescue kitty”–Pixel–seems immune to fleas–no, seriously! I didn’t get her treated one cycle–long story–and she remained free from them throughout, though I did eventually discover the extra ampule of “flea bane” and realize what had happened. She’s still kinda standoffish toward the other animals, though.).
No, I’ll not name or link to the series. I have made some comments over on Amazon, but this is a bit. . . more scathing, I suppose I should say, and so I’ll just leave that out for now.
I have now read a series of four books with an interesting sci-fi hook that speaks to me. . . and unfortunately says some things the writer probably didn’t intend to say. The hook: extraterrestrial aliens who are utterly captivated by music from Earth. Unfortunately, all the music referred to in the series is second- or third-rate pop crap. I suspect there are two reasons for this:
the writer’s target readership probably has no frame of reference for anything but pop crap
the writer probably doesn’t even have any familiarity with really good music at all
And it shows.
So, I just read the books (admission: skimming and skipping parts that seemed like utter crap) mostly just to get those moments of extraterrestrial reaction to music.
Interesting for that, but very glad I didn’t have to pay a dime for any of the books, and spent little time actually reading them.
Every now and then, I pick up a John Sandford pseudo-mystery (OK, they fit the genre, but are just a bit too predictable, mmK?). Usually, it’s for a similar reason as the one I picked up yesterday. My Wonder Woman had a flat, and, to my eye, it looked like a full-on replacement, despite the massive amount of tread left on the thing (when I got there, it was sitting on the rim and looked like it had been driven on it–not something I can really fault her for, and it wasn’t but for a fairly short distance).
So, I took it on the spare to the closest place I could get a passable replacement tire. Goodyear at WallyWorld a couple of miles away. Didn’t want to drive it far on the spare, because the spare that came with the–used–car is directional, and in the position it was on the car, it was rotating backwards. Yeh, yeh, I know I could have switched it out with another tire, but no. Not a big deal for a short drive, but this is the second time it’s been used in that wheel position, and I just did not want to drive it far.
So, as I said, WallyWorld. I hadn’t prepared myself for the wait, so I picked up a book there. The absolute best on offer at WallyWorld was a John Sandford novel. OK. Read the thing (>i>read most of it while waiting). Not bad but not much of a mystery, really. A few quirky characters did liven the plot a bit, but it was still something of a slog. Just not that good, and filled with things that, had it been a Kindle ebook, I could have “report[ed] content error” on many, many occasions. Putnam really needs better quality editors, IMO. Literate ones, at the very least.
*sigh*
Oh, well, I’ll always have the quirky characters–oh, and the descriptive narrative about the geography, etc. There are those, at least.
