We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I think Bob takes his painting seriously. If he did not, I do not think he would agree to exhibit it.He seems to be a skilled amateur whose name lends weight to his artistic efforts, same as it does with Churchill's (or George Bush's for that matter).
Seems like he paints more from photos or from his imagination that plein air, but how could he? Well, I guess he could at his place in Scotland.
Once academia lost the agreed-upon, universally held notion of what classical learning was and why it was important, a steady unraveling process removed not just the mission but the mystery—and indeed, the beauty—from the American university. How ironic that the struggling university, in its efforts to meet changing political, technological, and cultural tastes and fads, willingly forfeited the only commodity that made it irreplaceable and that it alone could do well. And how sad, since once the university broke apart the liberal arts, all the religious schools, self-help courses, and CDs couldn’t quite put them together again.
Outside the venerable halls of Columbia, the University of Chicago, and a couple of others, Hanson's ideal version of higher ed for the free citizen is not so easy to find. In fact, it never was easy to find, but was reserved for the elites or for the self-educated. Self-education is difficult, though. It's always best to have a guide who has the big picture in mind. That's why we all love CDs from The Teaching Company, now Great Courses.
Out of consideration for the delicate sensibilities of Maggie's readers, I have refrained from including a photo of advanced Toenail Fungus
These unpleasant, common, but generally not-dangerous fungal infections (except, for example, in diabetics or the immunosuppressed) are caused by several species of fungi which thrive in the moist, confined area of shoes. Those fungi are basically everywhere. You do not need to be a barefoot gym rat to pick them up, but most people probably pick them up around pools, gyms, locker rooms, and the like. If you never go anywhere, you probably won't pick these things up.
Put plainly, these are examples of your body trying to rot while still alive - but that applies to any bacterial infection too. Both are associated with the same several fungi, often with Athlete's Foot progressing to Toenail Fungus (aka Onchymycosis).
Athlete's Foot can be just a little itching, but it can get nasty sometimes. It is manageable or even curable with anti-fungal creams used diligently.
The Toenail Fungus infection is more of a problem, because topical treatments have trouble penetrating the nails to attack the infection in them and beneath them. They are not just cosmetically problematic but can be painful because of the distortion of the nails. Toenail infections are the bread and butter of Podiatric practices, partly because of their chronicity. People sometimes think they just have one or two toenails affected, but usually all of the nails have some of it.
Some people just decide to live with it and let a Podiatrist attack it when wanted, but what you want to do for treatment is to treat any Athlete's Foot and then decide to go for a topical nail treatment (sometimes effective, like Jublia Topical), Toenail removal (ouch but most effective) with oral treatment with Jublia, oral Jublia alone, or Laser treatment (of uncertain effectiveness, unfortunately). Jublia is very expensive.
I have always been interested in how psychological disorders/aberrations spread, too. Mass hysterias, fad diseases, and the like. In the 1990s it seemed as if half the hysteric women in New England believed they had chronic Lyme disease and there was no way to dissuade them. Before that, it was Chronic Fatigue. Both are now old hat and no longer in vogue.
I have been reading about the sudden upsurge of trans children. What is that about? It seems rather unusual, and disturbing.
Right now is the peak of shorebird and songbird migration down south where I am camping and tramping on a remote island for a few days, so there will be a brief break from my morning buffet of links. If all goes according to plan, our breakfasts will be biscuits and gravy, and shrimp 'n grits. Fried oysters and grilled oysters for supper, maybe with fried chicken. In the South, I break my No Breakfast rule because I can't resist that stuff.
To us Yankees, the South is a magnificent, exotic wonderland.
I'll try not to tangle with a rattler. Those sobs are everywhere so you have to watch your step on or off the trails on Little Saint Simons but there are other more interesting snakes to look at too. The clouds of mosquitoes are just something up with to put.
I am not referring to Battle Ropes, although I do like those as part of a calisthenics circuit. I am talking about heavy jump ropes.
Readers know I have become a fan of jump rope for calisthenics/cardio exercise. Unlike some of my fellow exercisers, I can not do a solid series of double-unders yet but I can do Running Man at length. During a set, I try to alternate Running Man with ordinary singles. I generally use an RX Smart Gear "Buff" 3.4 oz. rope, which is not a light speed rope.
I decided to try a 1 lb. rope last week for a few 45-second sets, aiming for 60 seconds. That is not weighted handles: it's the rope itself that weighs a pound. If you can jump rope at all, you can use this monster and it kicks your ass once you get it moving.
I did not expect it to take as much out of my entire body as it does. A man-killer. It was the first time in two years that I actually found myself sitting on a bench after a set of anything. That is shameful but, dammit, I just found myself sitting.
Give it a try sometime, for the fun of it. Like a set of burpees with jumps, you know that if you survive it you probably will not die of a heart attack, that day anyway.
Over “A Long Saturday,” George Steiner faces down Death. He does so not alone, but with a beautiful, smart French journalist who Chunnels from Paris to England. He does so like a Tai Chi master, using Death’s strength and weight against this, his dark Angel. And, Death will not be proud.