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Saturday, November 12. 2011
Toon above via Daily Caller
Benches for holiday season at Sippican's place
On being a Southerner - On the “habits of affection and behavior” in the American South.
People who live long have terrible health habits
Turkeys gone wild in Staten Island (vid)
"Acceptable" forms of inequality
About Army dogs
The White Salmon River in Washington state is flowing again as the nearly 100-year-old Condit Dam was disabled with explosives (vid)
Stryker, the Kalamazoo-based maker of artificial hips and knees, will cut 5% of its global workforce by the end of next year to reduce costs in the face of new fees on device makers required by the U.S. health care law.
Barack Obama is facing an anti-Big Government revolution
President Downgrade lectures Europe on austerity
Islamists Take Over Egypt - Library of Alexandria to Be Burned Again; Food for Half-Price
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"On being a Southerner"
Having lived in the South for lo!, these many six years, I read this with no little amusement:
"Are they Americans in the deepest, most genuine sense, or is the South some aberration about which we ought to be embarrassed?"
Ya know, every time I look at that gigantic block of blue
in the upper-right quadrant of the national election maps, I wonder the exact same thing about Yankees.
"People who live long have terrible health habits"
Way back when, when that silly anti-smoking fad came about, most of the workers in my dad's office eventually quit smoking. When one of the staunch smokers was asked why he didn't quit, he replied, "My plan is to keep on smoking, drinking and playing cards late into the night, just like my 94-year-old mother."
My Maternal Grandfather worked in a foundry pouring molten iron into sand castings for engine blocks almost his entire life - Waukesha Foundry and Iron Works. Did that up until he was 70 years old, then went to supervision, finally called it quits when he died at the age of 94. I am not lying.
He smoked unfiltered Pall Malls - a pack and a half a day, began the day with a Pabst Blue Ribbon and a full shot glass of brandy (except for Sunday - he waited until church was over). He had two Pabst Blue Ribbon's at lunch with another full shot of brandy. After work, he would have another Pabst Blue Ribbon and full shot glass of brandy waiting for my Grandmother to pick him up (he never drove a day in his life). On the way home, she would drop him off at the bar up the street from their house where he would stay for an hour drinking - wait for it - wait for it - Pabst Blue Ribbon Draft and TWO full shots of brandy. He would walk home, sit down and eat, park himself in the easy chair with the paper, a Pabst Blue Ribbon and a full shot of brandy and chain smoke Pall Malls, watch a little TV, until bed with a final...wait for it - wait for it... Pabst Blue Ribbon and a full shot of brandy.
Frankly, I have no idea how he managed to do it. He was an accomplished wood worker and had a very complete shop. I used to go over there on Saturday's to "help" - never once saw him go without at least one bottle of PBR in his hand or nearby while he was building something. And he never, EVER made a mistake. He could build a cabinet to such a close tolerance that you'd be hard pressed to find a join or joint. I'm sitting at a desk he built for my Dad that was refinished two years ago back in CT - solid black walnut roll top. The guy who redid the refinishing offered me a lot of money for the desk - told me the workmanship was perfect. And I watched that desk go together.
Wonder if somewhere he's reading that and appreciating it beaucoup
On being a Southerner
Interesting and a lot of it is very true. As someone who have lived in the South as a young man in his twenties and an elder in his '60s, I can see the changes made even in 30+ years.
His is wrong on one thing though. There are Confederate burial grounds in the North - several in Maryland, a section of Arlington National Cemetary and a few others scattered around the lower Union states. Arlington also has the Confederate Memorial dedicated in 1914 by President Wilson. The memorial dedication reads: "To our dead heroes by the United Daughters of the Confederacy: Victrix causa dis placuit sed victa catoni (The victorious cause was pleasing to the Gods, but the lost cause to Cato)"
The inscription reads:
"Not for fame or reward
Not for place or for rank
Not lured by ambition or goaded by necessity
but in simple obedience to duty as they understood it
these men suffered all - sacrificed all - dared all - and died"
"Acceptable" forms of inequality
All these years and I just discovered I was in the wrong business - I should have gone into writing vapid, cloying, stupid commentary.
Foreign tourists are coming up to me on the streets and asking, “David, you have so many different kinds of inequality in your country. How can I tell which are socially acceptable and which are not?”[/i]
David, David, David - really? Foreign tourists just walk up to you on the street and start a high level discussion about inequality in our society. While I wouldn't want to gainsay you on this, I would be willing to bet if you were put into a line up with five other men and some tourist from Ireland or Germany or Greece was asked to identify the brilliant David Brooks they would pick the other five before they picked you - even given the 1 in 6 odds. Or even if you asked them who David Brooks was they'd probably say you and your brother make great men's suits. A crappy pretext David - you just mailed that one in.
He is right about one thing though.
[quote]Technological inequality is acceptable. If you are the sort of person who understands the latest hardware and software advances, who knows the latest apps, it is acceptable to lord your superior connoisseurship over the aged relics who do not understand these things.
Yes and indeed we have our own example of this inequality right here on Maggie's Farm - not to name names of course ~~ cough - Doc - cough - Mercury - cough ~~
You have permission to make me the aged relic - or was that aged relish?
See what I mean - I screwed that whole thing up.
Help me Doc Mercury - you're my only hope!!
Glad to, old friend.
"I should have gone into writing vapid, cloying, stupid commentary."
What do you mean, "should have"?
"Shet de do'
Lock n latch it
Hyar come Merc wif a
Bran' new Hatchet!"
I'm being serious - could you fix that quote for me?
Well, sure. Is your credit card on file? The 1-hour minimum of $575/hr applies, of course, but I'm sure you're used to that by now.
No, seriously, comments can't be edited, only deleted, and BD would have to do anything here since it's his thread. You should know that. You can delete the comments in your own posts, but not others'. And Thank God.
Re: the cartoon's graphic depiction of the difference between the TEA Party and the OWS '60s re-enactment parties...
Chesterton, as a young man in his late teens-early twenties, went through a self-described "dark period" during which he became somewhat enamored of the concept of socialism. (As an aside, this was perhaps the result of his brief attendance at a liberal college of art, proving that youthful indiscretions have long been a normal part of growing up and even back then you might send your kid to college and pray they return intact.)
Maturing, his observations about and attitude toward socialism changed by the time he reached twenty-four, and could have been formulated as a result of watching the news in recent days rather than hanging out with socialists more than one hundred years ago:
Let us take the 'rich young man' of the Gospels and place beside him the rich young man of the present day, on the threshold of Socialism. If we were to follow the difficulties, theories, doubts, resolves, and conclusions of these characters, we should find two very distinct threads of self-examination running through the two lives. And the essence of the difference was this: the modern socialist is saying, "What will society do?" while his prototype, as we read, said, "What shall I do?" ... The modern socialist regards his theory of regeneration as a duty which society owes to him; the early Christian regarded it as a duty which he owed to society; the modern socialist is busy framing schemes for its fulfillment, the early Christian was busy considering whether he would fulfill it there and then..."One difference, perhaps, is there seems to be darn little "self-examination" going on among the twinkle-fingers crowd.
only a tijj offthread --compare these two URLs:
Tom ... I think Dr. Google charges less for expert literary advice than Dr. Merc. For some reason or other, the links and discussions above reminded me of one author, now out of fashion because of today's twits protesting "raaacism". The author is Rudyard Kipling, who built a beautiful house in New England which now belongs to the National Trust. I would love to see some pictures of it. I read through most of Kipling's books in my early teens. Loved his literary style, and the fact that he wrote poems that rhymed. Grew up with the Just So stories and "the great gray greasy Limpopo River all set about with fever trees."
Kipling's verses have an irresistible swing to them. They are so free, and sometimes rollicking, I'm fond of one poem which would never be allowed to be recited now, which talks about this British soldier and the ladies he has loved and left. The final verse says it all: "Yes, I've taken my fun as I found it, And now I must pay for my fun, For the more you have of the many, The less you have of the One. And the end of it's sitting and thinking, And dreaming Hell's fires to see, So be warned by my lot, As I know you will not, And learn about women from me."
He was a smart old geezer, Kipling was. Today's English teachers make sure you never get exposed to him.
That's for sure. Even back in the late 60s, even in Texas (well, Austin), Kipling was consigned to the doggerel pen. No poet, more a sort of longform limerickist, and disreputable even at that due to his hopeless Victorian xenophobia. Unworthy of the vaulting rarified sensibilities of Fort Worth frosh and San Antonio sophomores.
How did they get away with it? They graded the papers!
Do you like Kipling?
"Dunno, I've never kipled."