Maggie's Farm

"Fresh antiques made daily" by our friend at Sippican Cottage. His biz site is Sippican Furniture.com.

This is serious handmade country furniture made by a Yankee fellow who knows wood inside and out - not department store stuff. Solid wood on antique designs.

Scroll down past the Victorian Christmas here at The Denver Post for an appreciation of Sipp's work.

Yes, he can deliver before Christmas, and he'll build you anything you want. (He's having lots of fun building me a large Spanish Cedar-lined Tiger Maple humidor.)

My next (post-Christmas) project for him may be a round kitchen table to seat 10.

Many are advising me to buy this camera, or one of their TZ line.

Why do people always want me to buy stuff? I like stuff but, being a stingy Yankee, I hate spending money, and I hate getting onto the mo bigga betta bandwagon. Well, more accurately, I should say that am ambivalent about it. (When it comes to guns, mo is betta until it's time to clean and oil them.)

Anyway, I saw they have them at Costco (where the optician is a heck of a nice fellow). I do not need a SLR, because I would never learn how to take advantage of its capacities because I have terminal ADD and, also, was dropped on my head too many times as a kid.

Maybe something for my Santa list...unless Obama gives me one first.

Mark 13:24-37

13:24 "But in those days, after that suffering, the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light,

13:25 and the stars will be falling from heaven, and the powers in the heavens will be shaken.

13:26 Then they will see 'the Son of Man coming in clouds' with great power and glory.

13:27 Then he will send out the angels, and gather his elect from the four winds, from the ends of the earth to the ends of heaven.

13:28 "From the fig tree learn its lesson: as soon as its branch becomes tender and puts forth its leaves, you know that summer is near.

13:29 So also, when you see these things taking place, you know that he is near, at the very gates.

13:30 Truly I tell you, this generation will not pass away until all these things have taken place.

13:31 Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away.

13:32 "But about that day or hour no one knows, neither the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.

13:33 Beware, keep alert; for you do not know when the time will come.

13:34 It is like a man going on a journey, when he leaves home and puts his slaves in charge, each with his work, and commands the doorkeeper to be on the watch.

13:35 Therefore, keep awake--for you do not know when the master of the house will come, in the evening, or at midnight, or at cockcrow, or at dawn,

13:36 or else he may find you asleep when he comes suddenly.

13:37 And what I say to you I say to all: Keep awake."

Here it is only late November, and the dang glaciers just keep on coming. 

Here's me this morning, trying to keep the Farm family warm in our Wooly Mammoth-bone igloo in New England (as you can see, the Mammoths have eaten all of the Rhododendrons and Azaleas):

Gene Expressions takes another look at Cultural Regions of the United States. One quote:

One of the obvious inferences that can be made from the data is that New Englanders shaped the culture and polities of many regions of the United States where they were a minority. Boston was self-consciously the Athens of America. Not only does this region have many elite universities, but the more prominent state institutions such as the Universities of Michigan and Wisconsin were started in part by Yankees who valued these sorts of public investments. The role of New Englanders in primary education throughout the United States is well known, Puritan America may have been the world's first universally literate society, and they were intent on spreading this trait across every group into the United States.

Though New Englanders were often outnumbered by later waves of immigration from the Upland South (e.g., Scots-Irish), as in the Pacific Northwest's Willamette Valley or Northern California, they were overrepresented among the intelligentsia and captains of industry. In the western Upper Midwest Yankees were absorbed by a sea of Northern European immigration, but for several generations they retained a hold on the cultural and capital classes. One might contend that many of the complaints about the "brainwashing" which occurs at elite universities of bright but impressionable young men and women is simply the latest manifestation of the conflict between numerically superior Middle America and the elitist New England outlook (even outside of New England, see Leland Stanford's biography).

I have never seen this famous Rosie person on TV, but I gather she is some big celeb of some sort, for some undoubtedly well-deserved reason which is unknown by me.

She must be a very big celeb, because she gets more TV viewers than we get daily visitors at Maggie's Farm! That's proof that the world is nuts.

Well, on the other hand, we don't have a broadcast monopoly either.

For Thursday Free Ad for Bob, his 1988 folk-rock recording of Shenandoah. To my mind, the best version of that tune I've ever heard. Give it a listen:

The new documentary Blocking "The Path to 9-11." A reader says it's fascinating, and so do the Amazon reviewers.

It's a DVD.

With the global cooling becoming increasingly obvious, when will it be declared a crisis? Still too many deniers, I guess.

Quoted at Gateway's It's a Hoax:

Climate change skeptics on Capitol Hill are quietly watching a growing accumulation of global cooling science and other findings that could signal that the science behind global warming may still be too shaky to warrant cap-and-trade legislation.

While the new Obama administration promises aggressive, forward-thinking environmental policies, Weather Channel co-founder Joseph D’Aleo and other scientists are organizing lobbying efforts to take aim at the cap-and-trade bill that Democrats plan to unveil in January.

On September 6, 1620, our Pilgrim Fathers and Mothers set sail from Holland, where many Puritans had fled, to England to furnish the boat and pick up more passengers, and headed to what was called "North Virginia" - New York harbor, specifically.

They left too late in the year. The leaky Speedwell slowed them down, and the Mayflower herself was an old tub. On November 9 they made landfall in Cape Cod (a mere 2 degrees off course), but found heading south to NY was treacherous with the autumn storms, so they gave up that effort and returned to the Cape, anchored in Provincetown Harbor, and began exploring Cape Cod (and stealing caches of Indian corn) until deciding on Plymouth as the spot to settle down for the very hard first winter.

Only 50 of the 110 on board the Mayflower survived the first winter. Had they anticipated that catastrophe, they never would have left Europe. Samoset and Squanto appeared in March (Squanto spoke English, and had already been to England, and probably to Spain too), and helped them figure out how to live, farm, hunt, and fish, in rugged New England. Plymouth, fortunately, had many large, abandoned Indian corn fields so it wasn't too difficult to get the spring planting underway.

How differently history might have developed had they ended up where they had intended in the environs of the soon-to-be wealthy Dutch mercantile colony of New Amsterdam.

Our occasional commenter "Retriever" has had her own blog up and running for a little while. She writes (and thinks) well.

Check it out: The Retriever. It's about life.

Yes, the photo is a tough Chessie, which seemed appropriate.

h/t, Theo.

This reminds me of the old genie joke:

60 year-old guy tells genie that he wants his wife to be 30 years younger than he is. Genie: OK, Poof - You're 90.

This is something different. You need to stick with it. It's in English, despite the intro. Here's the scoop on Freddie Frinton.

Obama reconsidering tax hikes. related, Obama irritating all the right people 

Times' Mark Halperin discusses "Extreme pro-Obama press bias"

Roast Brined Turkey. It works. I tried it last year.

If fat people get two seats, should skinny people get a 1/2 seat?

E=mc squared seems to be true. But why should that be?

NYT spins history

Palin's star power increases

In appreciation of Bush. Wizbang

Home on the Rangel. What other laws does this guy break?

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy? Look at this new NYC statue.

Surely the NYT is pulling our collective leg?

From Volokh:

Lessons from the Great Depression:

Tyler Cowen on the lessons for today from FDR and the Great Depression:

In short, expansionary monetary policy and wartime orders from Europe, not the well-known policies of the New Deal, did the most to make the American economy climb out of the Depression. Our current downturn will end as well someday, and, as in the ’30s, the recovery will probably come for reasons that have little to do with most policy initiatives.

Eric at Classical Values considers mens' room gay sex. I had to look up the meaning of "trade."

Social politics. Why do we care so much about things that don't directly affect us? Quote from a piece by AVI:

We care very deeply about these expressions of who we are as a society, locally or nationally. Some people don’t want to see strip malls. Some don’t want to see litter. Some don’t want to see sexual advocacy in the children’s section of the public library. Zoning, historical districts, wilderness areas, nude beaches, prayers before football games, public smoking, girlie magazines at the convenience store, transvestites, mosques, loud music next door, ORV’s, communications towers, homeless people, Wal-marts…We don’t want to see it! Or we do. It says something bad/good about us as a people. We want to feel that the place is ours, that it expresses us. I don’t want to live in a society that…

A flock of Brant ("Brent" in the UK) over Long Island Sound this weekend. Thanks, reader.

Here's Spirit on the Water (from Modern Times). Lyrics here.

Here's a partial clip of the song live in 2007. More interesting than the above, I think. Listen to the crowd when he sings the final verse:

You think I'm over the hill,
Think I'm past my prime,
Let me see what you got
We can have a whoppin good time.

Today is Victory in Iraq Day

This via Am Digest: How to carve a turkey like a man from The Art of Manliness: just the blog title tells you it is essential in today's sissified world.

If my memory serves me, I think that photo is from Dr. Bob a few years ago.

What happy people tend not to do. NYT

Get a room, David Brooks

A single-celled organism the size of a grape.

Repubs will never reach people who feel that they are owed stuff

At least 25 years of global cooling now predicted. It's cold as heck here today.

How bad will the recession be? Hawkins

Eric Holder, gun-grabber, also makes the case for "reasonable" restrictions on internet

The Waxman Dems: WSJ. A quote:

It's obvious who now pulls the Democratic levers of power, and anyone in the energy or health-care business had better erect the barricades.

To A Waterfowl

Whither, 'midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way? 

Vainly the fowler's eye 
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, 
Thy figure floats along.

Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, 
Or where the rocking billows rise and sink 
On the chafed ocean side? 

There is a Power whose care 
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,-- 
The desert and illimitable air,-- 
Lone wandering, but not lost.

All day thy wings have fann'd 
At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere: 
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, 
Though the dark night is near.

And soon that toil shall end, 
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, 
And scream among thy fellows; reed shall bend 
Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. 

Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven 
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart 
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, 
And shall not soon depart. 

He, who, from zone to zone, 
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone, 
Will lead my steps aright.

The Dylanologist rolled into town on a ferris wheel yesterday, and managed to find some black market tix for Dylan's last performance of his touring season this year. The Dyl threw me in the horseless carriage and we drove down, through mid-town Manhattan,

and past the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree (covered with scaffolding for the lighting), and down to Times Square to get the tickets from the scalper ticket agent,

then down to 34th street,

only to find that the ticket guy had already sent their left-over tickets way the heck uptown to the theater in now (largely-Hispanic) Washington Heights (where the Brits defeated Washington's army), so we had to turn around back north to do a cell-phone rendezvous in front of a restaurant across the street from the place (after finally finding a place to stow the car). The United Palace Theater on Broadway and 175th st:

Here's our photo of the lobby of the 77 year-old Loew's movie and vaudeville palace as people were leaving, (recently restored by the current owners, Christ United Church):

And here's the theater's (church's) photo of their splendid interior, minus people:

And here's Bob last night on the piano (we smuggled a camera in, but it seems impossible to get good rock concert photos):

Standouts were Thunder on the Mountain, Highway 61, Spirit on the Water, Ain't Talkin', and an acoustic Tomorrow is a Long time. They did a cheerful two-hour performance, and ended with Blowin' in the Wind with Bob on acoustic.

"What'sa matter Daddy?" Nina Simone with the sexy old Bessie Smith tune: