I like ordinary time. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s the mild sense that “the pressure is off.” You know, all the grace coming at you during the high holy seasons and the pressure to process it properly. It stops and you can take a six-week breather.
Taki Mag continues to crank out great fare, both by Gavin McInnes and others. I always enjoy “The Week that Perished,” though occasionally its “punchy” prose devolves into “jumpy” and borderline incomprehensibility.
From the most-recent “Perished”: “A Welsh professor claims that his review of “unsealed files” from World War II reveals that British intelligence agents considered spiking Adolf Hitler’s meals with estrogen in attempt to simultaneously feminize, humiliate, and turn him less aggressive. But his was a shortsighted plot, because as anyone who’s ever encountered a tranny knows, they are far more violent and hate-filled than Hitler was.”
This statement by Steve Sailor reminds me of something I’ve been meaning to mention: “The chattering classes of London have recently made it an article of faith that England has always been a nation of immigrants, despite all the historical and genetic evidence that England has been far more a nation of emigrants.” Link. It reminds me of The Teaching Company’s lecture series on London. The lecturer stated on a few occasions that London has “always” been a city of immigrants, as evidenced by all the Cornish, Welsh, Scots, and other people who immigrated there for the financial opportunities offered by the big city. If the lecturer was intending to say, “Look, what’s happening now with Muslim immigrants is no different than what’s been occurring for the past 1,500 in years in London,” the mind boggles at the disingenuousness. That being said, the lectures were apparently taped in 2008, before the immigration issue became the number one issue in the world, and I don’t know where the lecturer stands politically, so it may have just been a technically-accurate reference that became inaccurate (in common parlance) as world events seismically shifted.
I’ve never been a big fan of circuses, and I’m not even sure I’ve been to a Ringling Bros. circus (I’ve attended only two, and the one I attended as an adult was not Ringling), but I find this mildly sad, though the animal rights activists are gloating:
Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus is closing forever in May. Here is a timeline of its 146-year history. https://t.co/XuOPvylPIu
Whenever I see a reference to “circus” or “freak show,” I think about that doctor who used to show premature babies as freak exhibits in order to fund his studies on how to save them. If you haven’t heard the story, you can read about it here.
A moment’s reflection on the current presidency would tell you there would be no such thing as “the Trump Effect.” President Obama is always gracious, bordering on gentle, in his words, but his supporters hardly imitated him, as they turned increasingly rude and violent against their opponents or anybody who didn’t give them what they wanted:
Not much this morning. Too many gin and tonics last night, then I spilled my recovery drink on the carpet and had to clean it up.
For now, I’ll merely repeat something I pointed out earlier: Spend the extra money to get high quality tonic water for your gin or vodka. Buy mid-shelf liquor but top-shelf tonic. I use Fever Tree. I would use Britvic (widely used in London), but it’s not available in the States.
I spent a chunk of last Sunday afternoon, inventorying my greens seeds while listening to Gavin McInnes videos. Man, he’s good. Foul-mouthed, but good. I highly recommend his list of videos at The Rebel. Look, by the way, for his lengthier clips. I find them better than the short (under two minute) ones. The lengthier clips are, I think, four to eight minutes long each.
I played The Game About Wikipedia for the first time Saturday night (family entertainment while watching the Lions continue their quarter-decade span without a playoff win). It’s possibly my favorite trivia game. It mixes things up, throwing in a large degree of luck with a large assortment of questions. All of us felt like we had a chance to win (which I did, much to my dishonorable gloating). Highly recommended.
One good thing about the Lions’ continuing woes, however: I can still say I was in the stands the last time the Lions won a playoff game. It was 1991, and I had season tickets. Whatta great year to be a Lions fan: 12-4, crushed Dallas at home in the playoffs, then performed well in the NFC Championship game. It was all down hill after that, but I gave up my season tickets after moving from the Detroit area, so even that sad story has a bright side.
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Alright, the worst part of January is over. The days are getting noticeably longer. We have a long way to go, but hang in there.
I’m upbeat enough that I bought 6-mil polyfilm to drape over my coldframes. Supposedly, a double layer of film greatly enhances the ability of greens to grow in winter. I tried to cover my coldframes last weekend, but the big rocks around my garden were frozen solid to the ground, so I had nothing to weigh down the polyfilm’s edges. If it’s not pouring rain, I hope to do it this evening.
Gregory of Nyssa feast day today. He’s one of my favorite saints, although I’ve largely neglected him lately. I read parts of his Life of Moses, but most my familiarity with him comes from Jean Danielou’s excellent Introduction to From Glory to Glory: Texts from Gregory of Nyssa’s Mystical Writings. Here are my thoughts about Nyssa, which appeared many years ago.
So what was the point of Sunday’s post? Precisely this: Twain was no racist, but he put borderline-gibberish words like that into a black man’s mouth for artistic effect. If you think we could do that today, ask yourself how well Amos ‘n’ Andy would be received today . . . or even some of the Venus Flytrap jokes and plotlines on WKRP in Cincinnati.
No, I’m not calling for a re-issuance of Amos ‘n’ Andy in rerun syndication . . . though I would like to see WKRP.
The BBC Sherlock is running season four right now. Man, the BBC puts out some great stuff. Its Peaky Blinders is also great, though often pornographic, and Doc Martin is good, solid viewing.
On the other hand, contrast Netflix’s series. House of Cards featured good actors, but its super hero series don’t. Although I enjoyed Jessica Jones and Daredevil and will watch the next season, I could no longer stomach the terrible acting and over-the-top politically-correct female police officers in Luke Cage. I stopped watching in the middle of season one. Its producers are obviously far more interested in making a political statement than producing entertainment, which is too bad because I liked the main character (Luke) and I thought it had a decent plot.
Where do I find time to watch TV? Easy: While doing exercises for my degenerative disk in my back. They take me about twenty minutes. By the time I finish and take care of a few mindless (read: TV friendly) chores, I only have to sit still and watch for about 15 minutes.
Which is a good thing. One thing I have discovered about myself: I have little capacity for idleness. I’m pretty good at sitting still and being mentally active (reading, writing, researching law), but idling away, watching TV or playing golf or waiting for someone to finish their small talk so I can go back to my work? I simply find myself getting antsy and in a foul mood. The one exception: Drinking. I can sit and do nothing while drinking.
Once ‘pon a time dey wuz a monsus mean man, en he live ‘way out in de prairie all ‘lone by hisself, ‘cep’n he had a wife. En bimeby she died, en he tuck en toted her way out dah in de prairie en buried her. Well, she had a golden arm — all solid gold, fum de shoulder down. He wuz pow’ful mean — pow’ful; en dat night he couldn’t sleep, caze he want dat golden arm so bad.
When it come midnight he couldn’t stan’ it no mo’; so he git up, he did, en tuck his lantern en shoved out thoo de storm en dug her up en got de golden arm; en he bent his head down ‘gin de win’, en plowed en plowed en plowed thoo de snow. Den all on a sudden he stop (make a considerable pause here, and look startled, and take a listening attitude) en say: “My lan’, what’s dat!”
The whole idea of a “hate” crime is stupid, but why the hesitancy among non-normal people to acknowledge that the Facebook Four engaged in one?
What would have happened if four white kids from Donald Trump’s native Queens had reacted to Barack Obama’s election in 2008 by kidnapping a handicapped black teen and forcing him to damn Obama at knife point? The entire racial grievance industry, the mainstream media, and the federal government would have swung into action to address a “national crisis” of white-on-black political violence.
The first article is presented in one of those annoying slide shows, and the cures are so exotic, the article is hardly useful.
But the second article has all sorts of solid advice, most of it easy, some of it common sense (like drinking lots of water while you’re drinking).
Bananas. Bananas are a good source of potassium, something you might be low on after a night of drinking.
Ginger: Ginger root is a time-honored natural remedy for nausea and vomiting, and many people feel seasick when they have a hangover. Ginger Ale is the easiest way to ingest some, but a ginger tea may be even better.
Honey and Lemon: Ingredients of a hot toddy (hold the alcohol), mixing some honey and lemon will boost your blood sugar.
The urban farm is moving along nicely. I’m still stymied in my effort to buy a simple, vacant lot, but I have my first batch of indoor crops started and am making progress on expanding my indoor grow operation.
I plan to grow a lot of Black Seeded Simpson (it does really well around here . . . or maybe I’m just really good at growing it for some reason). I also plan on making my own salad mixes. If anyone knows what lettuces would mix well with the OJ Simpson, please let me know.
Well, I guess this is cool, but hardly newsworthy: “Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg Says He’s No Longer an Atheist.” He appears to be interested in Buddhism (which may or may not involve a god) and perhaps other religions, but nothing definite yet. The article implies that his meeting with Pope Francis may have had an impact.
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