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Friday, November 26. 2010
Like a raccoon dragging off some hunk of good garbage, my brother grabbed one of the two turkey carcasses last night while helping with clean-up. Naturally, he took the grilled and semi-smoked carcass which has a richer flavor (enhanced by my injecting it throughout with cider before cooking). We did not have any meat left over from two 18-pounders, but plenty of cornbread-sausage stuffing, which to me is as good as meat. (Next year, maybe we'll do three - or get two ginormous ones which I do not like because they take too long to cook).
His Mrs. commented: "I see I'll be eating turkey soup for the next four days."
I'll freeze the other carcass for my next round of Jus Gibier.
I have always felt that the leftovers are the best part. Nine Ways to Use Leftover Turkey
I am re-posting this because, as I slowly get through it (slowly because there is so much in it - I am reading it every night), I appreciate it more and more. Some of you cultural history types might put it on a Christmas list.
Another book I am reading, with far more pleasure than the gruesome After the Reich, is Peter Watson's The German Genius: Europe's Third Renaissance, the Second Scientific Revolution, and the Twentieth Century.
Since there was no real idea of "Germany" as a nation until 1817 (The Deutscher Bund), and no modern nation of Germany until 1871, the book is mostly about German culture (which preceded any German nation and which continues to exist beyond the boundaries of modern Germany - Austria, northeast Italy, Switzerland, the entire diaspora of German Jews, etc).
From the review in The Guardian:
His chapter on German Idealism is especially good. Hegel and his brethren inform our thinking today far more than I realized.
Seems to me it would be a good motivation to listen to one's dusty LP collection while putting them on CD where they belong.
Pic is this one.
Lots of reviews of these things say that they do not work well. I'd be concerned about the coordination of the endings of the LP and the CD.
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Photo: For your list for Santa, the Pfeifer-Zeliska .600 Nitro Express Handgun. Very handy if your home is invaded by some Cape Buffalo.
We're adding a new link to our roll: The Iconoclast.
Finally added the shooter to our roll. Mostly Politics. Didn't mean to overlook them.
Not for the blogroll, but I need this info: Pick-up Artist Forum. Especially the Social Shyness and Anxiety section. Thought I was the only guy with that little hang-up. I am the sort of guy that girls have to figure out how to pick up.
Buy three, get one free at Thorlos Socks. They are the Official Maggie's Farm casual and outdoor socks.
We also added The Last Psychiatrist to our list this week. He is the author of posts like How Not to Meet Women, and A Generational Pathology: Narcissism Is Not Grandiosity. We're an eclectic website. Eclectic is a euphemism for not knowing what we are doing.
Here's a book any guy would like for Christmas: Hemingway's Guns: The Sporting Arms of Ernest Hemingway
James Kibbie put his performances of all of Bach's organ works online, for free downloading. Nice of him to do that.
Taranto: Donkey Turkeys: They explain the election: You're stupid and Obama's right-wing
A good Friedman bit for Thanksgiving: The Free Lunch Myth (h/t Moonbattery):
Thursday, November 25. 2010
Today I'm a turkey! Actually, some say, every day. But every 7-years my birthday comes out on Thanksgiving. I was given some yummy chocolates. My sons ate them. I cooked a yummy turkey and sides. My family and friends ate it. I bought an expensive ricotta cheese cake. They ate that, too.
But, I wasn't left with nothing, was I?
A friend sent me this wisdom from George Carlin:
Seasick Steve with some Mississippi Disco (with comments about what is real and what is not).
And the North Mississippi Allstars:
A quiet day at Maggies.
Here's a Wellfleet MA shore, looking the same way the Pilgrims saw it when they sailed down from P'town to Eastham. John Winthrop famously did not say, "My short-term goal is religious freedom, but my long-term goal is real estate" :
The Wellfleet, MA Congo Church, which still rings ship's bells instead of landlubber hours:
My sous chef, today:
Nice fireplace at a place we love:
Cape Cod sunrise:
I was told there would be football.
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A thanks from Robin of Berkeley. A quote:
And a re-post, from legal immigrant Mark Steyn:
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Wednesday, November 24. 2010
VDH is funny, especially the parts about Warren Buffet - and the North Koreans: Reflections On An Ailing Society
Michelle: The no-grope list. Big Sis is on the list! I am not.
Another once-virtuous non-profit hijacked by moonbats: SPLC Demonizes Supporters of Traditional Marriage
Rick Moran makes sense about AGW. Me? I am not a denier. As I have noted in the past, I am an enthusiastic supporter of global warming in any form and from any cause. Scientists inform us that earthquakes happen when Gaia shivers from cold, and makes volcanoes to warm her toes. I want Gaia to be warm and comfy.
What's wrong with insider trading? h/t, Prof B. I think it should be legal in the US, as it is in many other countries. It adds pricing information to markets rapidly and efficiently. I don't want to hear Kindergarten talk about "not fair." Traders are not in Kindergarten, and they know it. And forget the mythical "little guy." There is no little guy trading stocks, bonds, or commodities and options. If they are, they are amateur gamblers and fools who will rapidly have their ass handed to them, insider trading or not.
Evanston is going to crush those white kids, however they have to do it. I guess they never heard Martin Luther King speak about color-blindness and content of character.
Modern parenting and paranoid parents. Protect the precious ones from all boo-boos and tears.
Ireland: It's the spending, not the taxes
Pierogies for Thanksgiving? We have them with our family on Thanksgiving to remember our Polish and German immigrant ancestors who were smart enough to wait to come here until things were set up a little better than what those crazy Pilgrims found - and we also eat Pierogies because we like them. Delicious.
Every Thanksgiving, we kids sang this merry song on the way to our Granny and Grampy's Connecticut house: five of us, bouncing in the back seat of the Chevy station wagon. Dad driving with a cigarette in his mouth and humming opera tunes.
Kents, as I recall.
Their house was a mansion to us, filled with mysteries. My Gramps was a doctor. They had owl andirons with eyes, bathtubs with claw feet, a real ice box in the basement, a big family Bible from the 1700s, a jar of formaldehyde with a dissected human heart, old medical texts about Syphilis and Malaria which used to be common in CT, Tiffany lamps, a Chickering grand piano, Persian rugs, the first EKG machine in Connecticut (German made, in a mahogany cabinet, which still worked and which works to this day), the rooms my Dad and Aunt grew up in with all of their books - and my Granny's Mom, sitting and knitting. She died at age 103. An old Yankee, raised on a hardscrabble farm and who worked as a nurse, she never said very much. She was half Iroquois (her Mom), and looked like an ancient squaw with her hair tied back.
They had a cranky, humorless Polish widowed cook called Mrs. Wos (which was an abbreviation of her last name which I never knew) who helped them in the kitchen and who would smack your hand hard with a spoon if you tried to grab something. Granny was not much of a cook, to put it mildly, but she would help Mrs. Wos when asked. Mrs. Wos kept a filled bird-feeder outside the kitchen window for entertainment, and banged on the glass when a squirrel got into it. Come to think of it, she banged all sorts of things: hands, windows, pots and pans, cabinet doors, all the time.
And they had an old widower black guy moved up from Mississippi who did chores and yard jobs, and helped with the garden - the sweetest and most dignified Christian guy you could ever know. "Uncle Ed," who my Granny called Mr. Evans, sang hymns while he worked, and read the Bible and philosophy (and W.E.B. DuBois and Albert Schweitzer) when he was off duty in his cozy apartment above the garage - with a wood stove (in addition to real heat) - and walls of bookshelves. He believed that fiction was the work of the Devil but he never refused whiskey.
Being alone in life, both family helpers joined us at the family tables for Thanksgiving dinner. Ed was always given the honor of offering the prayer which came from the depths of his heart. He went on for quite a while, as the soup got cold. Deep and yet simple, which are the things I still aspire to. He prayed for his country, for the enrichment of his and our spirits, for the soul of his dead wife, for his two boys in the service, and for the glory of creation.
I miss him because he was a dear buddy to me. He was the first black guy I knew. He had worked as a railroad Porter, and he said the railroad was the true friend of the black man. He knew the blues, and he knew the hymns. He taught me to fish, with great laughter and jollity. Bait-fishing from a rowboat, for food, with a bamboo pole. No fancy stuff. Long gone, now, but never forgotten.
Happy Thanksgiving, readers. Thanks to God, and God bless us, every one, living and gone - and our free country.
Photos: Station wagons were the SUVs of their time: if you had kids, you had one. '55 Chevy, of course. The '50 Buick? My grandparents drove theirs until the mid-1960s. Old people used to drive old cars. I recall theirs as having been brown, not black, but I couldn't swear to that. My Gramps, who was a doctor, totalled it into a tree while making a house call late at night in a snowstorm at age 84. He was OK, but the car wasn't. Bought a white Oldsmobile with power windows and began to cut back on work and grumble about socialism and socialized medicine. Johnson was President, with Medicare on the table - and he accepted vegetables, flowers, firewood, and labor as payment from those without money. He felt his poorer patients would feel demeaned by charity, so he expected something. I remember a bushel basket of fresh-dug potatoes on his back porch, with a note scrawled "from Sam." Another time I recall a bushel basket of sweet corn.
A h/t to Insty for this good find from Epstein at Forbes: Government By Waiver: The Breakdown Of Public Administration. He begins:
Like the man says, read the whole thing.
As usual, my metal hips triggered the metal detector at JFK yesterday (pity CO doesn't have the new devices yet) and so I got the new enhanced pat-down. Not a big deal.
Interestingly, Stratfor reports that there are specific holiday season threats, and the media furor about the searches will of itself act as a major deterrent. God bless 'em.
Due to the Jewish lunar calendar, Hannukah begins early this year, the first candle of eight lit at sunset on December 1.
The rebellion led by Matityahu and his sons against Greek rule that forbade or altered Jewish religious practices and beliefs reasserted that they do not change just to meet whichever philosophy is current.
Some in the West seek to boycott stores that carry goods made in Israel. Instead, there's a "buy-cott" scheduled for November 30, in which all are encouraged to buy Israeli produced items at nearby stores, telling the store owners why. Leading national merchants, like Trader Joe's and Costco, and local stores in many parts of the country are listed here.
Whether for Hannukah or Christmas, join the "buy-cott" to demonstrate your support for your Jewish or Christian heritage.
See some of the entries. I can't choose a favorite. Can you? Why?
"Cape Cod Turkey" is, as any Cape Codder knows, dried salt Cod. Brined, then dried in the sun until hard as stone.
The pics above are of drying cod "flakes" near Commercial Wharf, Provincetown. More pics and details here.
The starving Pilgrims would have dined well on Cod, had they known how to catch them. They were weak on survival skills (half died the first winter), but they, as you recall, had never meant to end up in the Massachusetts woods. They were headed for the Hudson River, somewhere near the Dutch city of New Amsterdam. Some reports say they were headed to what was termed "Virginia," the vast area claimed by English investors running south down the coast from New Amsterdam).
European fishermen were harvesting and drying Cod on the coast of eastern Canada 100 years before the Pilgrims arrived, and the Portuguese and Spanish (and eventually, the Italians too) figured out how to cook this wood-like substance, which they call baccala or bacala or bacalao, in interesting ways.
Here's Thoreau's amusing take on the Cape Cod cod industry. (Link fixed - well, maybe not. No time to mess with it right now)
People are talking about it.
I think he'd make the O look like a pencil-neck high school kid. Which of those two guys would you want playing Center on your team?
What do you think?
They will hurt us, too
What's not to like?
Are we seeing the end of Ethanol?
Chicago parents are fed up with the shoddy education many of their kids are receiving in Chicago Public Schools and they’re no longer being silent.
The O's message to the world: The United States is very bad, but Barack Obama is very good. He seeks to redeem America from its evil.
A New Record… Obama Job Approval Dips to 39% in New Zogby Poll
Al Sharpton: It’s Time for the FCC to Crack Down on Rush Limbaugh
It's past time for people to stop listening to Al
A great quote directed at the moonbat Anglicans:
Tuesday, November 23. 2010
It's the government, so it's all politics. For the Dems, it's the Conspiracy to keep you poor and stupid. For the Conservatives, it's our Conspiracy to set you free from the government.
The United States is often referred to as a melting pot, where immigrants become Americans – proud of accomplishments and sacrifices here, and willing to contribute to that -- while holding on to traditions from whence they came. Many fear this melting has diminished, as more immigrants hold on to more of their native traditions and assimilate less.
That may be so. But, I’ve found that the reduction in those American traits is more pronounced among those born here, and they are to fault for the reduced emphasis on assimilation.
Thanksgiving is the uniquely American holiday, to give thanks for the bounty and freedoms found here. Over the years, I’ve seen the most sincere thanks given to America for that among immigrants.
Assimilation isn’t always easy, but they try. I’ve seen some buy Banquet TV dinners of turkey. I’ve seen some with widely different eating tastes force the turkey into their mouths and be at a loss for what to do with the leftovers. I’ve seen some introduce their native spices for the turkey and serve native side dishes. I asked a Mexican immigrant what his family does. The answer, “eat too much, just like everyone else.”
Want to enlarge the melting pot? Invite an immigrant to your Thanksgiving table. The first Thanksgiving was about sharing. Share stories about why you give thanks, including your family’s immigrant experience.
My family will host a family who recently immigrated from Japan.Beats too much football, and more American.
At Spiked. Indeed, a voice crying out in the wilderness of PC insanity and censorship. One quote: