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Sunday, July 8. 2007From today's Lectionary: Chariots like the whirlwind
10Rejoice with Jerusalem, and be glad for her, all you who love her; rejoice with her in joy, all you who mourn over her— 11that you may nurse and be satisfied from her consoling breast; that you may drink deeply with delight from her glorious bosom. 12For thus says the Lord: I will extend prosperity to her like a river, and the wealth of the nations like an overflowing stream; and you shall nurse and be carried on her arm, and dandled on her knees. 13As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you; you shall be comforted in Jerusalem. 14You shall see, and your heart shall rejoice; your bodies shall flourish like the grass; and it shall be known that the hand of the Lord is with his servants, and his indignation is against his enemies. 15For the Lord will come in fire, and his chariots like the whirlwind, to pay back his anger in fury, and his rebuke in flames of fire. 16For by fire will the Lord execute judgment, and by his sword, on all flesh; and those slain by the Lord shall be many. Saturday, July 7. 2007Aliyah Diary: A visit to Rahat
An afternoon and evening in Rahat, guest of a gentle Bedouin Professor A., who was my Virgil in a tour through the fringes of Hell. A Bedouin town, one of seven built by the Israelis in the early 70’s, Rahat, meaning water-hole, a place to gather for shepherds, so too to gather-in the wandering Bedouin. A town of several thousand, located geographically at the northern tip of the Negev desert, but in other ways, located someplace between here and the fringe of Bombay. I begin with my leaving. Too late, too tired, I see what A., driving his VW diesel Passat, does not: a man, perhaps a father, red broomstick whipping over his head, full-armed whacks on three children to get into the yard. The youngest, a girl perhaps five, has arms upraised, futile, trying to fend off the next blow. He does not always swing; at moments he motions threateningly, stand at the steel corrugated gate. Then, he lets loose once more on the girl’s back and the gate is closed to the outside world. A. says a few moments later that it is better to tour Rahat at night: the darkness hides what should not be seen. I have spoken about courage among Israeli soldiers at Ben Gurion University, thinking at the back of my neck how there are Bedouin colleagues in the audience. Awad has invited me to his home afterwards. Dinner, early. Awad studied medicine in Rumania during the era when the Israeli Communist Party gave scholarships to Arab students to learn in Soviet medical schools. He lived there some six years, got a degree and a Slavic wife, L. It is an evening all in Hebrew. L. is flaxen, angular-faced, has a large wart punctuating the end of her left eyebrow. Seems a Slavic trait – a punctuated face. A. and I enter the house and I barely notice at my right, sitting beneath a tent suspended from the house, is an ancient woman, a white cotton shawl over her head, the left margin clamped at the left corner of her lips. She is there when I arrive; she remains there six hours later. We pass her once more, A. and I. He says nothing, nor does she. She is his mother.
Read the rest on continuation page below. Continue reading "Aliyah Diary: A visit to Rahat" Saturday Verse: YeatsNo Second Troy Why should I blame her that she filled my days Friday, July 6. 2007Islamic Nursery Rhyme Contest
We already know that those Islamists are fun people with a great sense of humor, and the gift of being mature enough, and emotionally secure enough to laugh at themselves, so our cuz across the pond Theo has a contest. If you have time, give it a whirl your own self. Image of the now- famous Rage Boy (he is very very angry) borrowed from Snapped Shot. Another QQQ"Men," a sergeant told his people aboard ship before our invasion of the island, "Saipan is covered with dense jungle, quicksand, steep hills and cliffs hiding batteries of huge coastal guns, and strongholds of reinforced concrete. Insects bear lethal poisons. Crocodiles and snakes infest the streams. The waters around it are thick with sharks. The population will be hostile toward us." There was a long silence. Then a corporal said, "Sarge, why don't we just let the Japs keep it?" From William Manchester's Goodbye, Darkness. (h/t, Buddy) QQQ"There are two sides to every issue: one side is right and the other is wrong, but the middle is always evil. The man who is wrong still retains some respect for truth, if, only, by accepting the responsibility of choice. But the man in the middle is the knave who blanks out the truth in order to pretend that no choice or values exist, who is willing to sit out the course of any battle, willing to cash in on the blood of the innocent or to crawl on his belly to the guilty, who dispenses justice by condemning both the robber and the robbed to jail, who solves conflicts by ordering the thinker and the fool to meet each other halfway. In any compromise between food and poison, it is only death that can win. In any compromise between good and evil, it is only evil that can profit. In that transfusion of blood which drains the good to feed the evil, the compromiser is the transmitting rubber tube." Ayn Rand, borrowed in toto from SDA Super-yacht of the Day: Mirabella V
Best of all, you can lease her, with crew, by the week - but it's a bit pricey for the average workin' stiff at $300,000 per week. Summers in the Med, winters in the Caribbean. Details and great photos at Mirabella V.
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Thursday, July 5. 2007Before the Big Bang
Is it possible to know? Bad Astronomy Blog (h/t, Flares). I don't know why the author had to put the Creationism stuff in the piece - probably grinding some axe - but otherwise interesting.
War Stats
How are we doing in Iraq since January? AQ Feeling the Heat, at Flopping.
Wednesday, July 4. 2007Independence Day Links
Hitchcock film techinques: Synthstuff A Victoria Cross and a Presidential Citation. Jim Miller. But the news is all Michael Moore and Paris Hilton. The great Artur Schnabel: Terry Teachout looks at Schnabel's life and career, at Commentary Re the UK bombings, a darn good question at SDA:
This was a great business concept. Talk about easy money. Coyote. Funny how people can't resist tossing a coin into a fountain. From the Weekly Standard review of The Dangerous Book for Boys:
The Scooter Libby manufactured outrage was totally predictable, as is the stench of hypocrisy. There is a fine line between a successful terror attack and one which looks bumbling and bungled. A good point, at neoneo Freak Show. Looks like the Coney Island side shows have moved to San Francisco. Old media vs. new media: Driscoll. With a bit of an inside view from an anonymous old media person. Women are perps of domestic violence far more often than men. Dr. Helen. Washington is not working? Who wants it to? Who wants "efficient government"? Mussolini was famous for it, but I prefer a paralyzed government most of the time unless they are killing our enemies. A quote from Jay Cost from a piece at Betsy:
Tuesday, July 3. 2007Barbecue Basics
BondC explains it all (it is Right Wing Prof's food blog). I am working on perfecting my cold smoking, but with an electric smoker.
QQQA warning from John Adams, in a letter in 1814: Democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts and murders itself. There never was a democracy that did not commit suicide. The real threats to American liberty
Their utopia is my Brave New World nightmare, and I am sure that VDH agrees. Read the whole thing (h/t, Jules). The real reason
Dr. X has discovered the real reason for Moslem rage against Salman Rushdie. Her name is Padma.
We are running faster
Still some problems if you access via AOL. Smokin'
Cold-smoked these hunks of pork with cherry yesterday. One chunk came out a bit black on one side, and I don't know why. I think the rub makes the crust the tastiest part.
Monday, July 2. 2007Una VoceBeverly "Bubbles" Sills died at 78. Una Voce Poco Fa (1976), from the Barber of Seville.
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FICA Facts to Ruin Your DayThis little FICA review came in over the transom today, full of facts which the youths ought to be aware of: Franklin Roosevelt introduced the Social Security (FICA) Program. He promised: -------------------- Why do intellectuals love genocide?
Read the whole thing. Photo: Australian Aborigine with didgereedoo New serverOur host installed a super-duper new server today, so we have been down. It may take AOL a while to catch on, and for full function to reappear. QQQMost people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, 1905, (h/t Anchoress, who has a cornucopia of fine QQQs in her piece: Bloom where you are planted) Sunday, July 1. 2007Some darn nice finger-pickin'Earl Scruggs, with Joanie Baez doing Dylan's Love is Just a Four-letter Word Don Ross, guitar-picker extraordinaire, at LGF. Today, Maggie's Farm has warned ya, informed ya, fed ya, entertained ya, and provided holy inspiration. Now I am off-duty, with tennis, smoking a nice pork butt, and some outdoor jobs. See y'all tomorry.
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This post can save you money: Be careful with gas with ethanol added
But I just learned more. When you use gas with ethanol, it can destroy your gas-powered power tools and mowers. I just had a conversation with my local Stihl and Scag dealer yesterday - my Stihl hedge trimmer needed a new carburetor. Guy said the ethanol kills these machines - their lines, their carburetors, etc. He says it's also murder on outboard engines. He explained that it's less of a problem for pros who use their tools daily, but if you use your tools occasionally, the alcohol - being water-soluble - separates from the gas and makes a mess. The new carburetor cost me $97. His advice: Run the machine down to empty if you aren't going to use it for a while, and always use fresh gas - don't use two-month-old gas. If you are like me, you have five gallon containers of vintage gas-oil mix left over from last fall. Get rid of it, somehow. Here's one article on the subject. A few Sunday Links
Global warming claims melt under scrutiny. Sun-Times. Yes they do. Adding to Blogroll: Jon Swift Moscow is now the most expensive city in the world. How did that happen? Here's their new Ritz-Carlton Smaller high schools seem to work better in NYC. Not surprised. Can you pass an 8th Grade Science Test? Could Al Gore? (h/t, Ace) Photo: A view of Wellfleet Harbor, Cape Cod, right across from Harbor Freeze. There was a time when "Nothing happens on Cape Cod until July 4th." I happen to be fond of June on the Cape, but you can have some chilly, foggy days, and swimming in the ocean in June is not for weenies. You can tell how cold the ocean water is by how far a guy's testes recede. In June, they go up to your neck. By August, only about to your belly-button.
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