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Wednesday, September 9. 2009PiratesMy friend the piano-man Jimmy Maddox played and sang this song for us last week - with heart, along with a few other tunes we requested (No Dylan requests, tho. He is more of a Hoagie Carmichael guy.) He's a darn good fellow, fun to talk to, seemingly full of good cheer and with keyboard talent to burn. Nice girlfriend too, who flew back with us to NYC. Every guy has a pirate inside of them - plus his share of regrets, sorrows, and demons. The trick is to keep on keepin' on, and to try to stay on the sunny side of the street. With God's help.
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LimonMrs. BD thought our readers might enjoy this brief bit from Jose Limon:
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The Mission
Can one regular ol' person really make a difference? My answer is, "He can, if he really puts his mind to it." An example is below the fold. Continue reading "The Mission"
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Neapolitan sunsetFrom our veranda, near the ship's bridge: Just two more photos of Naples below - Continue reading "Neapolitan sunset"
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Tuesday, September 8. 2009My summer vacation: Gloves in RomeSome snaps of a glove shop in Rome. Mrs. BD thought our readers of the feminine persuasion might like these top-notch gloves, soft as a baby's bottom. It's Sermoneta Gloves. Cool colors, I must admit. More glove photos below - Continue reading "My summer vacation: Gloves in Rome"
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Monday, September 7. 2009Maggie's Farm: Exploring the world in style so you don't have to
Our frenetic writers can throttle back this week because everybody will be back on board. I, for one, will begin a little series of snaps of my travels. The plan is to not make it dull. I know that other peoples' travel snaps can be. I aim for informative. For some doggone reason, regardless of the camera used, my photo skills seem to have achieved a new low in quality while the places I have visited have been remarkable. So be it. Photo is your Editor, perusing a hefty wine list last week. (As is too evident, I do not use fake bow ties when dressed properly for dinner.)
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Sunday, September 6. 2009The Town of No Return
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The Collyer BrothersIt recently came to my attention that not everybody knows what I am talking about when I refer to the famously eccentric Collyer brothers. There are people out there, similar to these guys, in almost every town. Probably quietly psychotic, or with folie a deux, or some personality disorder or dysfunction, or, maybe, just messy people. OCD? I doubt it. Eccentric is the best word. Cleaning up is a hassle, isn't it? Hoarders, whether of money or of things, miss out on all of the joys and adventures of life. They "plan" for a future which will never arrive, and then they die. Very sad to waste a life that way - a life which is a gift of God. God invited us to trust Him, and to accept His abundance. Hoarders (and I do not mean ordinary, wholesome, prudent folks) reject His offer of "life in abundance," and thus reject Him. It's a big mistake. And I know I will get to that Aug 2008 New Yorker one of these days, when I get the chance. A photo of the Collyer brothers' house in NYC:
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Life On Other Worlds: By The Numbers
For practical purposes, the third category is really the only one that concerns us. The first type might be nothing more than a colony of microbes. Sure, it's "life"... but so what? The second type might be 'intelligent', but most likely we'll never find out. It could be anything from some parachute-shaped beings floating around in an atmosphere of pure methane to some formless creature living 10,000 feet below a sea of hydrochloric acid. We've been so brainwashed by Hollywood that I'm sure the first impulse of a great number of people would be, "Just build a voice translator and we'll be able to understand them perfectly!" Sorry, it just doesn't work that way. Nor, after such a long journey, are we going to be equipped to fly through an atmosphere of pure methane or dive 10,000 feet beneath an ocean of hydrochloric acid. Again, it just doesn't work that way. No, for our purposes, we really have to be talking about carbon-based life forms similar to us, and from a world similar to ours, if we want to have a real chance of communicating with them. And that's really what it's all about. If we sent back a signal to Earth declaring, "We've found alien life forms floating around in an atmosphere of pure methane!", well, everyone's going to find that pretty exciting for a minute or two, then it's back to the daily grind. If we can communicate with them, however, then there's a real chance that we'll learn something that will vastly improve mankind, such as a new, pure form of energy or a transgalactic space drive. So, what are the odds of there being intelligent carbon-based life forms out there living on a world similar to ours? Let us construct such a scenario step by step and see. Continue reading "Life On Other Worlds: By The Numbers"
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Your Morning Dose of EpistemologyA re-post from 2007 -
Read the whole thing. Jonah Lehrer at The Frontal Cortex in a piece titled The Faith of Scientists expands on the topic, referring to the ideas of philosopher V.W.O. Quine. A quote:
Read this whole thing too. The notion that the laws of nature have no existence seems obvious, but it turned on a lightbulb for me. The point, as I see it, is not to discredit the scientific method or scientific theorizing, or to glibly equate science with religion: the point is that we must have humility about the depth of our knowledge. Photo: Starburst Galaxy NCG 3310 "blazing with star formation", from the Hubble site.
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Friday, September 4. 2009Sales vs. Corporate
Re-posted from 2006: This dropped in over the transom:
Sales: "You want answers?"
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Thursday, September 3. 2009Fun stats for the non-statisticalRegular readers know how much I love Stats. Peter Donnelly is wonderfully fun here: How Stats fool Juries. I don't think the lawyers understand the stats either, but you can in a few minutes. (H/t Bird Dog via the Right Wing Prof)
World's Fastest Everything
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A couple o' Sagan clips The first is how Eratosthanes calculated the earth's circumference 2,200 years ago to high precision. This remains my favorite scene from any documentary. You get the feeling that if the world had just STOPPED... at that moment and everyone had listened to Eratosthanes and his colleagues, our civilization would be about 2,000 years more advanced than it is today.
And if you've ever heard the term 'perspective is everything', here's demonstrative proof. First, to help you picture how far outwards we can go, there's this:
But what's truly amazing is that we can go just as far in the other direction.
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Ask Andy
Along with my Dad's interests, Andy was the one who got me interested in science. He even used one of my questions once. I think it was about animal camouflage, but I cannot swear to that. I eventually went on to love chemistry and biochem and geology and every miraculous thing in Creation - as a dilettante, of course. I was delighted to find this piece on Ask Andy. Good memories from an innocent time. Do any of our readers remember him?
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Chris Craft
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Wednesday, September 2. 2009More reminiscences from the Indian Health ServiceAnother reminiscence from our buddy Nathan (now a prominent Psychoanalyst living and working in Israel) from his years working for the Indian Health Service -
Being flown in by Tim, the cropduster, was John Captured Alive (how these names endured, I never learned), who was found after being run over by a truck. He had fallen asleep beneath the truck after a heavy drunk. John was known for the heavy drunks, but this was his first doze beneath a truck. He arrived with his chest flailing, both sides: he had a crushed chest. This flailing is a desperate movement, like the mad fluttering of a damaged moth, while the person strains to get air into his chest: it won’t expand. For this, I recalled, one needs to “inflate” the chest, stabilize the fractured ribs, by negative pressure. Then, he could be evacuated to a bigger hospital, perhaps Mobridge. But, Mrs. Alpern said that there was no modern vacuum to reinflate. I knew he would not survive without this. I remembered my old professor of anesthesiology once taught us to care for the patient before worrying about the respirator. He also told us of the “old days” when they had to make do. When babies in Africa were dying of cholera and it was too difficult to place IV’s in their veins, he would sluice fluids subcutaneously under the skin of their backs; most revived within hours and many survived. And for crushed chests, old vacuum bottles. Big, gallon-sized, thick-walled vessels whose wavey glass revealed its faults and heftiness. Such bottles my mother had used to brew sweet wine in the kitchen, lined up along the wall, rags stuffed in their mouths, emitting a sweet, almost vinegary fragrance. Mrs. Alpren remembered these; had used them years back; got two and hooked them together with heavy rubber tubes, one in, one out between the bottles. From the first bottle a tube went to the patient; from the second, to a vacuum in the O.R. wall. While she assembled, I quickly draped and prepped the chest with Betadine. As I swiveled left to repeat, the hospital priest, truly named Father Casper, had tip-toed behind and to my right: while giving last rights, sprinkled water on my sterile site. I said, a bit too sharply, “He’s not yours yet,” and re-prepped. A sharp incision between the ribs, a tube inserted, a few stitches to make a tight skin seal, the vacuum turned on, Captured Alive’s chest stopped flailing and rose, and filled. The O2 into his nose now could flow into his lungs. We called Mobridge; an ambulance arrived with a diminutive electric-powered pump to take over our bottle-array. Dr. L. agreed to ride shot-gun with Captured Alive and I returned to my goodbye party. LFDMV was styling the porcupine quilled pierced earrings. Mrs. A. explained that the needles were flattened by the artist’s teeth. LFDMV slipped the noose of the beaded bolo tie over my head. The knot itself was beaded and she slid that snugly to my throat. I felt a bit hybrid: cowboyish and Indianer. I try to say something felt: how warmly I was received by the Sioux, how they trusted me with their children’s well-being, how appreciative they were. But, when I say that it would be hard to leave, Mrs. Alpern – reliably honest Mrs. Alpern – asks, “So, why are you leaving?” To this, I am speechless. This was the tribe Erik Erikson had studied in the 1930’s, this German-Jewish refuge to America, learning about childhoods. He described the quiet despair of the Sioux versus the robust resilience of the Yurok after the White man arrived. The despair I still saw. The people I left. The bolo? Gone with the earrings and the LFDMV. But, not the memories. Not gone.
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Tuesday, September 1. 2009Going postal
Got some before I left on my trip. I tend to walk a great deal. at Thorlos.
Lifesavers
Regarding the 5-flavor packs, I always appreciated the person who observed that "The orange ones don't taste like oranges -they taste like orange color." That guy understood the magic of Lifesavers. Here's one fact you don't know about them: The candy was invented in 1912 by the poet Hart Crane's father, Clarence Crane of Garrettsville, Ohio. He was a chocolate manufacturer who, in the resourceful American way, was looking to invent a summertime candy - one which wouldn't get soft or melt in the heat. Here's another factoid: Their first flavor was Pep-O-Mint. From 1920-1985, Lifesavers were manufactured in the handsome Lifesaver Building below on Main St. in Port Chester, NY. Now condos, it is still known as the Lifesaver Building. For a few generations, anyone riding the New Haven Line would see those giant, cheerful, colorful Lifesaver models on the grass in front of the copper-green trimmed building.
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Who Killed JFK, Jr.?Do you remember John F. Kennedy, Jr. dying in an airplane crash a few years ago? I confess, I didn't know much about the guy. About the last thing I remember, little John-John was at his father's funeral in 1963: ![]() Then I remember seeing him on the cover of People Mag: ![]()
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Don't ever talk to the cops, Part 2. This from a police investigator.He tells some of the tricks he uses. He is permitted to lie to you. Talk to him, and you are screwed - even if you are as pure as driven snow (which nobody is). One great line: "If I follow you in my car long enough, eventually you will do something to give me legitimate reason to pull you over." Another: "Let's talk off the record." (There is no such thing as "off the record.") I am convinced. The correct response to cops of all sorts is "With all respect, I wish to consult with an attorney."
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No event is ever just itselfVia Retriever via Neuroanthropology, an essay on The Adaptive Function of Literature. A quote:
Fascinating and thoughtful essay on a complex topic. Humankind's hypertrophied cortex is a blessing and a curse. The leap from the genetics of adaptation to the arts is too large a leap for my pay grade, but the fact that humans exist in their imaginations is entirely clear to me. It's clear to my imagination too. Mysterious 1922 photo via Dr. X
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Monday, August 31. 2009Innocent or not, never, ever talk to the police. Part 1Neapolitan sunsetFrom our high veranda.
A couple more Napoli photos below -
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