Maggie's Farm

Preparing for crime, from Alphecca:

You're awakened in the night by the sound of someone breaking into your home. Do you know what you would do first, second, etc. Does your spouse know what to do? Your kids?

Well, in my opinion the first thing you do is to get a loud dog. Second, either wire your house for security, or at least just get some security company stickers for the doors and windows. Third, be armed, because anyone who gets by those needs shooting. It's a guy's job - or a gal's, in some cases - to protect your castle. Anyway, read the whole thing.

Cold and wet today in Yankee-land, in August. Good day for the first fire in the fireplace, but we are still awaiting the chimney-sweep. Where is all of that warming we keep hearing about? Perfect weather for putting in all of the wierd new hostas that the Mrs. Bird Dog has been finding via the Hosta Society. (Never plant hostas in the sun.)

A few end-of summer, goin' back to school notes:

1. We have added (or are in process of adding, due to some technical glitches) a bunch of new sites to our blogroll - read 'em, if you don't. Here's just a sample of our additions:

Sister Toldjah
Solomonia
Jerusalem Post Blog Central
Dust My Broom

"Dust my broom," as our literate readers surely know, is a line from a Robert Johnson song.

2. Last chance for the Yankee Farmer: As soon as technically do-able, we are going to blend him into our archives.

3. Food and Drink: Considering a new Category. Dr. Bliss seems like she'd rather write about food than shrinkology: maybe she needs a break from deep thought. Our rule is this: Write about whatever you want.

4. News Junkie: Since so many of us all check at leat a number of blogs and new sites daily, we are urging the NJ to focus on obscure stuff. He won't, because he never does what he is told to do, but we assume everyone checks Drudge, Powerline, and Instapundit daily, without our help.

5. We wonder where blogging is headed. Maybe nowhere, but it's an interesting ride for us. Like magazines, there are too many interesting ones to have time to read, but I find the blog collectors, like Pajama's fine site, a bit dull to look at. I think we will stay independent, and maybe mediocre, and just a strange brew, for now. The eccentric, Yankee way: we do what we want, and if you don't like it, you can leave us alone.

None of us has the time for intense writing or reporting, but our readership is growing steadily, which is gratifying. Time, intelligence, and creativity are our limiting factors. For some reason, we don't have the commenting culture here that I would enjoy, but the handful we get are pretty intelligent - and we do not mind criticism, no matter how harsh - if it responds to points -  because we know we are far from perfect, and sometimes lazy.

Money? We do not want money from the internets, unless it's Big Money. Small money is of no interest to us. We all get that from our day jobs.

Why the cheesecake? Many email about that. The female, like a flower, is art. Period. We love art, with or without frames. We also love cold weather - the colder, the better, which is why we are happy to hear about the new global cooling data.

Do we love hydrangeas at Maggies Farm? Yes, we do. And the mini- version of Snow Queen, Wayside's patented Pee Wee, is the best darn plant. Even the leaves are good lookin'.

These guys need serious pruning, this winter. About 15' tall, but these are old-fashioned, and they bloom like crazy, with no care whatsoever.

These are very happy with full sun, but they do not require it. Half is enough, for most varieties. But some seem to desire sun, despite the labels, and others wilt.

I see a huge weed, though. A baby tree, pushing up through the bush. Missed it, somehow, but the photo makes it clear.

Its fate is sealed, at a time of our chosing. Gardening is war against wild nature. Nothing "green" about it. Most of gardening is plant-murder (aka "weeding").

Shamelessly right-clicked from Right Wing Howler:

From the mouth of Mr. Sunshine, via Reuters:

Bob Dylan says the quality of modern recordings is "atrocious," and even the songs on his new album sounded much better in the studio than on disc.

"I don't know anybody who's made a record that sounds decent in the past 20 years, really," the 65-year-old rocker said in an interview with Rolling Stone magazine.

Dylan, who released eight studio albums in the past two decades, returns with his first recording in five years, "Modern Times," next Tuesday.

Noting the music industry's complaints that illegal downloading means people are getting their music for free, he said, "Well, why not? It ain't worth nothing anyway."

"You listen to these modern records, they're atrocious, they have sound all over them," he added. "There's no definition of nothing, no vocal, no nothing, just like ... static."

Dylan said he does his best to fight technology, but it's a losing battle.

"Even these songs probably sounded ten times better in the studio when we recorded 'em. CDs are small. There's no stature to it."

The wild Autumn Clematis is in full bloom all around Maggie's Farm. The highly aggressive and fast-growing wild version lacks the fragrance of the cultivated variety, often called Sweet Autumn Clematis. This one, covering a fence, has a wild morning glory growing amongst it.

Wall Street has a knack for taking their experience and your money, and converting them into their money and your experience.

Anon.

James Q. Wilson's The Moral Sense made plenty of sense to me: the notion that moral considerations are hard-wired parts of human nature. Harvard's Marc Hauser is working on the inborn "moral grammar," and he is interviewed here, in Am. Scientist. He even gets into the animal precursors of moral behavior:

In many ways, our understanding of animals is not even ripe for the picking, because almost all of the work that is relevant to morality entails studies of what animals do as opposed to how they judge what others do. Thus, we have beautiful accounts of how animals behave during cooperation and competition, including observations of how individuals respond to personal transgression, such as taking food in the presence of a more dominant animal. But what is missing are observations and experiments that systematically address what counts as a transgression or expectation for helping or harming, when the observer is not directly involved. In the same way that we can judge an act as gratuitously violent even when it doesn't concern us directly, we want to understand how animals perceive violations of social norms, including what they expect and what they consider anomalous.

The object of art is to give life a shape.

Shakespeare

Nothing can come of nothing.

Shakespeare

A favorite of the Maggie's Farm hummingbirds, Jewelweed likes it damp and sunny. Its delicate orange flowers are in bloom right now.

7 million of them, and, when you read their stats, you will see that not only are they happily breeding at a rapid pace, but they are doing well in other ways too.

For example, 46% have a post-college degree, and their family incomes are close to the American average. Their top 3 occupations are, in order, Student, Engineer, Physician.

Read the stats at Tangled Web.

August is a prime time for New England wildflowers. This little island in the stream has Joe Pye Weed, Goldenrod, Purple Loosestrife, and a white aster that I cannot identify. Plus some good-looking grasses.

Delacroix's (1798-1863)Diary and Letters are excerpted at Roger Sandall. Learned about his work in art history about 90 years ago, but knew nothing about the man himself. What a tender, strong, determined, and honest fellow.

On life:

Think of the blessings that await you, not of the emptiness that drives you to seek constant distraction. Think of having peace of mind and a reliable memory, of the self-control that a well-ordered life will bring, think of health not undermined by endless concessions to the passing excesses that other people's society entails, think of uninterrupted work, and plenty of it. Nothing is better than having some task to perform each day.

On painting:

The enemy of all painting is grey. To speak truly, there are neither lights nor shades. There is a color mass for each object, reflected differently on all sides. I discovered one day that linen has green reflections and violet shadows. I notice that it is the same with the sea: I expect this law applies to everything. The special charm of watercolor, beside which any painting in oil always appears rusty and yellowed, is due to the inherent transparency of the paper.

On l'amour:

To the studio at nine o'clock. Laure came. We continued with the portrait. It's an extraordinary thing, but although I wanted to make love to her all the time she was posing, as soon as she began to leave rather hurriedly as a matter of fact I did not feel like it at all; I suppose I needed time to collect myself.

I need a mistress to keep my flesh in subjection. I'm terribly worried about it, and struggle with my better self when I'm in the studio. Sometimes I long for any woman to come along. God grant that Laure comes tomorrow! Saw Cogniet, and the picture by Gricault, also the Constables. It was too much for one day. Came home about five o'clock. Spent two hours in the studio. Great want of sex. I am utterly abandoned.

Read the selection here, with some comments. You will like him better afterwards.

Very poor form: Jimmy Carter continues attacks on Bush

Mayor Bloomberg really hates smoking. He does have strong nanny-state impulses, but I'd rather see him as gov of NY than run for Pres.

Baleen whales once had teeth.

Libertarian Leanings takes on George Will and John Kerry. My opinion? If in office, the Dems would do pretty much the same as Bush has done.

What was Israel's goal in Lebanon? Dino

Dems declare war on Walmart. They will fight them until they no longer? pose a threat to the American Way of Life. Very brave, the Dems. (I think noone told the limo-liberal snobs how much working class people love Walmart.) Captain Ed

Interview with Uri Lubrani on Iran. Gateway