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Sunday, November 18. 2012A re-post: Over the river and through the woods...: Thanksgiving ReminiscencesEvery Thanksgiving, we kids sang this merry song on the way to our Granny and Grampy's Connecticut house: four of us, bouncing in the back seat of the Chevy station wagon on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Their house was a mansion to us, filled with mysteries. 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, 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. 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, a bushel basket of sweet corn. Saturday, November 17. 2012Life after the storm: Labor Saving DevicesMany years ago, I'd read a piece about how we did as much housework today as we did 100 years ago, despite a plethora of labor-saving devices. This may not be as true as it once was, but the recent storms gave me some insight about why it may have been. I noticed that without power, we were busy doing many things to keep the house going. Finding firewood, getting gas, sweeping, going to the laundromat, getting and cooking food. Clearly having power means the gas lines are shorter and I don't have to seek out firewood on a daily basis. But what is it about labor-saving devices may have caused us to do continue to spend as much time doing housework as we may have prior to having them? One day, as I was sorting the laundry, it hit me. By being able to do more in less time, our standards and expectations rose, so we tended to do more. We do things we couldn't do before, because we can. I didn't like that my home's cleanliness took a slight dip during the storm, but given the time I was forced to spend doing other things, it just seemed like there was a logical trade-off in letting some things go for a bit until I had the chance to get around to them.
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Friday, November 16. 2012On America's Pastime
So true. By any real-world measure, sports is a complete waste of time. It has virtually nothing to do with the serious issues we face every day. It's whimsical. It's fanciful. It's frivolous. Then you head for the news sites and read how global warming or the latest pandemic is going to kill you in 20 minutes, then you read about 'Fast and Furious' and how nothing's been done, then about the Black Panthers invading a voting station and nothing's been done, then about the TSA mauling some 90-year-old woman and nothing's been done. Then you drop by a left-wing blog site and read how the media is controlled by a vast right-wing conspiracy and that Romney is secretly a fascist dog-killing cancer-producing monster, then you drop by a right-wing site and read how those evil hippies are responsible for all your ills, how everyone in California is a drooling liberal, and how San Francisco is full of nothing but whacked-out sign-carrying moonbats. Then you read how the Giants beat the Cardinals 5 to 3, and it feels like the only real thing you've read all day. Below the fold I shall expound upon this most unique and wonderful of games, present five video clips, and document how something unbelievable happened in the seventh game of the National League playoff series that had never happened in baseball before. Or, perhaps more specifically, had never been witnessed before. Continue reading "On America's Pastime"
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Thursday, November 15. 2012Tom Wolfe's CaliforniaI am a great admirer of Tom Wolfe's ability to have his finger on the pulse of the culture, and his ability to crystallize what's going on in a phrase, a concept, or in a story. I read Bonfire twice because it was so dramatic, realistic, and entertaining. Dickensian in scope, but maybe lacking in Dickens' talent for character portraiture. On the other hand, over the years in real life I believe I have met every character in every one of Wolfe's books. At City Journal, Tom Wolfe’s California - In the Golden State, the great writer first chronicled the social changes that would transform America. A quote:
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Sunday, November 11. 2012The Maggie's Farm "Gettin' in Shape for Winter" Cheap and Easy Fitness ProgramWinter sports are the best ones (shooting, hunting, Paddle, skiing, Squash, indoor tennis), but you have to be in shape. The Official Maggie's Farm Fitness Program (no TM) is neither for big muscle building nor a rigorous fitness regime to regain a neglected physique but is cheap, time-saving, and highly-effective for those in decent shape who want to tighten up for the black diamonds (but ask your physician whether it is appropriate for you before suing Maggie's Farm or me): 1. Want to lose flab? Go on a no-carb, or almost-no-carb, high meat diet. Carbs are the devil, the delicious fat on the meat is not. Salad is for rabbits, anorectics, or for fun. Fruits are pure carbs. A few kinds of vegetables are low in carbs and tasty, but not necessary except to fill the tummy. Little to no nutrition in them. If you are a food-worrier, take a multivit to relieve your anxiety. 2. Aerobics: 30-40 minutes/day (running, treadmill, spinning, erg, swimming, or especially elliptical), pushing it as tolerated 3. Lower body: Several sets of lunges and squats as tolerated. 4. Abs: Several sets of bicycle crunches, as tolerated. 5. Upper: Push up sets and free-weight (not heavy) military press sets 6. Back, etc: Sets of The Plank, pushing sets as tolerated. This is fun, only takes an hour/day, and gets your head ready for a good day of mental work. To save time, you can alternate days, aerobics on one day and the rest on the next day. That's enough to tune up an already-fit body. I wonder what our readers do to keep themselves from going to pot in an America in which fewer and fewer people do real labor. Thanks, Dr. SculcoDr. Tom Sculco at the Hospital for Special Surgery in New York gave my mother-in-law a brand new knee on the Friday night before Sandy. She's doing fine, but a new knee is not exactly pleasant for a while. She had a push-button morphine pump for a while, and the post-op PT would be outlawed by the Geneva Convention. Between Sandy, no power, the hospital and the rehab, and the tree falling on their house, it's been a challenge around here. Dr. Sculco is the pre-eminent orthopedic surgeon in the world, has a world class bedside manner too. Spreads love, interest in others, and care all around, as we all should do. Thanks, Dr. Sculco. Don't retire.
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Thursday, November 8. 2012A show of hands, please?
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Wednesday, November 7. 2012PilobolusA shadow dance to New York City: "It's what dreams are made of..."
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Nature's terraced pools
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Tuesday, November 6. 2012To friends of Marianne Matthews - with politicsI received this email a few days ago:
A toast to our friend Marianne, regardless of election results.
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Tips on staying warm (repost)
Nor'easter: November 2012 storm 'great concern' for devastated Jersey shore "Jeezo!" Nor'easter may bring 50 mph winds, rain to Sandy-hit areas "Yikes!" Nor'easter Threatens Weather-Weary NJ, NY "Let's face it, they're goners!" Admittedly, the news sounds pretty grim. The thought of people suffering from the bitter cold really tugs at my heartstrings. I'm just filled with empathy for the innocent souls who- Oh, hold on a sec.
Sorry about the interruption. Had to turn the A/C on. It was getting a little stuffy in here. Damn Florida Keys weather. Anyway, I thought this whole global warming thing was settled and we could expect to see this silly 'winter' business turned into a quaint anachronism by now, but apparently this isn't so. With that in mind, I'm reposting my own contribution to the subject of staying warm, originally titled "How To Survive Living In A New England Igloo". First, let us examine my credentials. Do I have the right to opine on cold weather living, someone basking in the warm, balmy Florida Keys? Well, I lived in that wimpy state of New England for three years and breezed through those delightful minus-10-degree days without a qualm. But living in the quaint province of New England was nothing compared to living in what many consider to be the coldest hell on earth: A Northern California coastal fog belt zone. And surviving. It all starts with the feet. Keep the feet warm and the entire body follows. Continue reading "Tips on staying warm (repost)"
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Monday, November 5. 2012Winter in New England, Part 1: Lamp and Lantern SeasonWe are re-posting this series from past years - We lose our power fairly often in late fall and winter storms. Besides flashlights and candles, I have a good supply of oil lamps around the place. I don't have a generator, and don't plan on getting one like the yuppies do. When we bought this house, we found a couple of old Victorian oil lamps in the attic, similar to this blue one. Perfect for a whorehouse, we feel. This site sells repro oil lamps. And I have one just like this Kosmos Lamp in my study:
My favorites are a few 50 year-old Dietz wagon lanterns that I keep in the garage and down in the barn. They still make them, but in China now, and are distributed by Kirkman, which has tons of lamps and lanterns of all sorts. Here's the history of the R.E. Dietz Company. Its fortunes track the electrification of America. When I was a kid in CT, we kept a spouted barrel of kerosene in the garage. It had many uses (including for burning the garbage in the garbage pit - think Hell - Gehenna).
Friday, November 2. 2012Update from Maggie's HQThanks to all for keeping good content flowing here. Some of us are in the land of no news and no real internet. But that's OK, because nothing is really happening in the world anyway, is it? I am posting from a Fed Ex office. Storms are exciting and dangerous, but they are to be expected. People make too much of it. A few interesting observations: You can only buy $20 of gas at a time around here. Huge demand for gas for generators and power equipment. No ATMs are working, no power to banks, thus no cash. Our supermarket has no power, just emergency lights. But they're open to sell non-perishables. They have plenty of those on hand. It's a great time to stock up on free firewood. A chainsaw is a wonderful tool. My father-in-law put a new roof on his house, job was finished 2 weeks ago. Big old oak landed on his roof in the storm, puncturing his kitchen and wrecking the new roof. He is not happy. In our town, clearing of fallen trees on roads and power lines is moving slowly. Why? Because here, the town union contract forbids subcontracting of tree work on roads and public land. Has to be done by town employees no matter how long it takes. Insane. People have already mentioned to me that global warming caused the hurricane. One just doesn't know what to say in response to such ignorance. I suppose they never heard of hurricane Hazel, or Gloria, or all the rest. Hurricanes routinely hit the northestern US, but just not many in the past 2 decades. Perhaps we're in for a new cycle of them. It was cool seeing CVS open through the storm and afterwards without power, staff in there with flashlights helping customers. Cash only, of course. I feel badly for all the people who were subject to flooding. It's even more disheartening than a burglary in disrupting ordinary dependable reality. My advice is not to build or live near sea level.
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Saturday, October 27. 2012Pre-Sandy: Tides, full moons, and coastal stormsTides are not all that easy to understand. For example, can you explain why there are no tides at the equator? It's complicated because the earth revolves and rotates, the moon revolves on an angle to the equator, and then there's the sun too. Lots of moving parts. Plus local factors. My need to refresh my understanding arises because hurricane Sandy, who will likely be visiting the northeast somewhere between Chesapeake Bay and Boston at the end of this weekend, is coming during a full moon - the Hunter's Moon as the redskin Injuns termed it. (The latest tracking guesses show it mostly missing New England and turning inland somewhere between Delmarva and Jersey. Meteorologists love this sort of unusual weather event. I heard one on the radio saying that he had always wondered why conditions were so rare for a storm to make a left turn due to a low cold front sucking in a storm. The Weather Nerd is following things, and posted this pic showing the Clash of Titans - the polar cold front and Sandy:) Full Moons indicate that the moon and the sun are on the same side of the earth, illuminating the moon, and New Moons when they are pulling from opposite sides. Thus both of these phases exaggerate the tidal effect by combining lunar with solar gravity. They're called Spring Tides. In Maggie's Farm's part of the world, high tide and low tide vary from 6-10' in each tide change, and increase around 20% during Spring Tides. Thus a storm surge during a Spring Tide is likely to cause more damage and flooding to structures (ie, structures which are built where they don't belong in the first place - on coastal beaches, waterfronts, flood plains, and on old marshes covered with a thin layer of fill back before the laws were changed). Storm surges in New England, whether from Nor'easters or the occasional hurricane, can be 5-10 feet above high tide. A very large or slow-moving storm can effect more than one tide cycle. Here's a simple, straightforward piece on tides. Re storm prep, I fetched a fresh bottle of Dalwhinnie, some smokes, charcoal for cooking, good veggies to grill, and I topped off my gas can for the chain saw so I don't get trapped here by fallen trees and limbs. Firewood? Check. My ancient, second-hand diesel generator seems to be on the blink, but we can cope. Sometimes it will start if I kick it in the kidneys while pushing the button. Meanwhile, I eagerly await the first lunatic to blame the storm on Bring it on! Give us your best shot, Gaia. Wednesday, October 24. 2012Good advice: Never argue with the crazy ladyFrom Bookworm, Never argue with the crazy lady; or, why Romney had a good strategy for the third debate.
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"The liberal arts and sciences have no economic value."Last week we posted about how higher ed is simply job preparation. Here's the other point of view: The Liberal Arts, Economic Value, and Leisure. A quote:
While I am somewhat sympathetic to the feeling of the article, I also find it foolish in several ways. First, it is not only the elites who have access to the liberal arts. With 70% of current job seekers holding higher ed degrees, that no longer applies. Second, any public high school offers an abundant introduction to the liberal arts, enough to prepare anybody to pursue their intellectual interests for the rest of their lives. Third, "leisure to study"? That's ridiculous. Full-time college offers leisure to drink, to attend football games, and to pursue the opposite sex. Best students I've known had no leisure. Fourth, the idea of a "public good." Last I heard, that just means that somebody else ought to pay for it, preferably my neighbor via taxation. Why my neighbor should pay for my kid to "pursue at leisure the things that speak to him" is utterly beyond me. Friday, October 19. 2012Of Gods And MenI'm not going to even try to delve into the actual history within which this film takes place nor the religious context. That's flavor, but the meat is simply one of the most powerful films I've seen about how men think, wrestle, reach decision, come together in the face of life and death and moreso in the face of their meaning on earth. I'd missed this movie last year so I went to see a showing at the local community college. For two hours, the audience was entirely silent, barely a stirring, and left the theater quietly and deep in individual thoughts. I doubt this movie could have been made in Hollywood. Hollywood's films exalt the rebel against the establishment, standing against the group, and with little respect for traditional values. This French film exhibits the importance of community, of spirit, and how very individual men bravely reach common agreement about their mission. The film takes place in the Algerian mountains in the mid-1990s. It just as well takes place within all our communities. The choices we make may not be as immediately fearful but are just as dire for our standing before Gods and Men. At least, that's my take. If you've seen this movie, I'd be interested in your Comments. NOTE Update: A friend who is very knowledgeable Catholic priest tells me that this order portrayed in the film are not as pacifist as the script, so the screenwriter likely imposed some of his own characterization of how he thinks Catholic monks think and behave. The actors chosen to portray the characters, he feels, do an excellent job.
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Thursday, October 18. 2012What Happened Before The Big Bang?It's a big mystery. It is difficult to find any evidence for anything "before" time and space existed, before "matter" existed. For my practical purposes, in the beginning was logos - the Word. Which brings me to my topic of thought and communication as poetry and metaphor. I just completed one of Prof. Robert Sapolsky's Great Courses, Being Human: Life Lessons from the Frontiers of Neuroscience. It's only 2 DVDs, but it is an inspiring introduction. In one section of his presentation, he mentions James Geary's I Is an Other: The Secret Life of Metaphor and How It Shapes the Way We See the World. The WSJ reviewer said this about the book:
From a Platonic point of view, it's not just the meat of language, it's the meat of thought. Sapolsky says that most communication is the residue of poetry.
Wednesday, October 17. 2012IQ and LifeIt's actually about general intelligence, aka "g," of which IQ is a standard measure. Why g Matters: The Complexity of Everyday Life. (h/t hbd* chick). Unfortunately, g turns out to be highly heritable. Wiki has a good introductory discussion of g. As they say:
When I applied to medical school, they gave us an IQ test and a personality-oriented interview (along with the usual exams we all took). For every kind of task, g is the best single predictor of performance. Not the only, but the "best single" predictor for performance in all life settings (but diligence, adaptability, social skills, judgement, emotional maturity, integrity, collegiality, ability to delay gratification, sports skills, appearance, and all the rest of individual traits and talents and psychological traits obviously matter too, to varying degrees). Related, The 5 Unique Ways Intelligent People Screw Up Their Lives. If you think you're too smart to need this, you're who it's aimed at. When 90% of people were dirt farmers, or hunter-gatherers, etc., these distinctions did not matter so much. Dog texting
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Thursday, October 11. 2012On the topic of death, Bill Keller at the NYT gets it wrong againKeller seems to have written his glowing essay about the Liverpool Protocol, If he had spoken with American doctors, he would know that most American internists do something very similar with patients whose condition is hopeless, and do so routinely. Daily. Everybody dies. American hospitals have plenty of patients with "DNR" (Do Not Resusitate) orders on their charts, and hospice units and hospice centers are common in the US. I see two exceptions, occasionally. One is when the family or patient is adamant about "Do anything and everything." These tend to be people who don't know much. The second is with some terminal cancer patients. I have seen terminal cancer patients, with widespead metastatic disease in the ICU, dying while the latest cancer chemotherapy is still being pumped into their veins. It's pitiful. Generally, doctors know when to give up and do not view death as an enemy. Unfortunately, Bill Keller seems to be addressing a straw man. Keller should read this: Why Doctors Die Differently - Careers in medicine have taught them the limits of treatment and the need to plan for the end. Doctors know when they're a goner, and when their patients are too. Most docs do not offer false hope, and do wrong when they do.
Monday, October 8. 2012"I'll alert the media."
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Re-posted: Cahokia and related topics for Columbus DayI have just finished reading 1491: New Revelations of the Americas Before Columbus. I highly recommend it, and may post some paragraphs from it over the next months to entice our readers. Among many other wonderful details, the book undermines the notions that the Europeans arrived to find a primeval land on which the Indians left hardly a footprint. Quite the opposite is true. For example, the Northeast Indians had 100-acre cornfields, scattered wherever the soil was rich, and did massive burnings of their woodlands every year to rewind forest succession, for game management, and to clear the underbush. They viewed the woods as their gardens and farms, and when they made fields, they cleared them to the point of removing the stumps. No slash-and-burn: permanent farm fields that were hard-won with stone axes and fire. The Pilgrims took advantage of their abandoned fields in Massachusetts. Similarly, the Amazonian Indians turned the rain forest into their own orchards. At least 20% of the Amazonian forest is believed to be dominated by fruit- and nut-bearing trees planted by Indians for their use. That's not to mention their manioc plantations. And the South American Indians, like the Meso-Americans, developed massive irrigation systems to support their populations. There was little of the New World that had not been shaped by Indian activities, except for the mountains and deserts - and the Incas populated the Andes quite successfully. I also liked learning about the Indian prophet Deganawida, the Northeast "Peacemaker" born, it was said, of a virgin birth. Hiawatha, the great Indian orator and politician, was one of his followers. Some of those folks are some of my ancestors. Finally, the book got me interested in Cahokia, the largest Indian city north of Mexico with a top population of 15-20,000 farmers. The mound-building city in Illinois was abandoned 300 years before Columbus. Image on right is what Cahokia's mounds looked like. (For a variety of reasons, many mysterious, the New World experienced enormous population declines from their millions before Columbus, making Here's the Cahokia Website.
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Sunday, October 7. 2012Three books, old and newEvan Sayet’s new book - The Kindergarten of Eden: How the Modern Liberal Thinks and Why He’s Convinced That Ignorance Is Bliss. Tim Keller - Counterfeit Gods: The Empty Promises of Money, Sex, and Power, and the Only Hope that Matters John McPhee - Annals of the Former World
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Tuesday, October 2. 2012A Charles Murray mini-festivalA pal had never heard of Murray. Here's an introduction. I find his thoughts about "social capital" most interesting but, on many topics, he is a hard-headed, liberty-oriented thinker. Here are a few of our Murray links from very recent years: Class, Social Capital, and Character Traits The Europe Syndrome and the Challenge to American Exceptionalism The age of educational romanticism - On requiring every child to be above average. Kay Hymowitz on White Blight Do We Need the Department of Education? Belmont & Fishtown - On diverging classes in the United States. Why Capitalism Has an Image Problem - Charles Murray examines the cloud now hanging over American business—and what today's capitalists can do about it. Three Reasons Colleges Are Oversubscribed Interview with Robinson on his latest book:
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