Month: July 2011

Saturday

Vacation is Over

I’m back. I spent the weekend in Alpena, Michigan, at the ancestral cottage on Lake Huron.

Whatta difference one week makes. On my way home on Friday, I discovered that “they” are revising the economic figures going all the way back to 2007, including the first quarter 2011 figures. What’s that mean? My opinion: they lied to us. Things have been much worse than they have admitted, and now they’re beginning to confess. What a crock, but I’m not surprised. We live in an increasingly-Orwellian world, where words are meaningless and the central government is an inner circle with two related aims: keep the rest of us ignorant and keep the wealth for those within the circle.

I hold a lot of hope for America, believe it or not, but we’re going to have to tip over the tower first and let the do-it-yourself entrepreneurial spirit that built this country re-assert itself. In the meantime, there’s beer.

Drinker’s Corner

I discovered two great drinks this past week. The first is an ordinary red wine from Robertson Winery. It’s a sweet red, so it probably won’t suit the hard-core red wine drinkers, but I really enjoyed it.

The second is the gin and tonic. I know, I know: “Scheske, where have you been?” I’ve tried gin and tonics before, and I never liked them, but then this week, Marie’s Uncle Bob made one for her and I tried it. Wow, it was good. I inquired further. It turns out that it helps a lot if you use good tonic water that isn’t terribly flat and you use good gin. Uncle Bob used … Read the rest

Friday

When I got back from vacation, I realized the YouTube video I posted was indecent. Actually, the video wasn’t bad, but the “still shot” displayed on the TDE page was, so I’ve deleted it. My apologies for anybody offended. In lieu, here’s a little joke:

An old man was sipping a glass of Jack Daniels while sitting on the patio with his wife and he says “I love you so much. I don’t know how I could ever live without you.” His wife asks “Is that you or the Jack talking?” to which the man says “That’s me….talking to the Jack.”

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Wednesday

notebook picture.jpg From the Notebooks

From 2004

I suspect the act of reading may have become more difficult than the act of writing. Five (even two) years ago, I would’ve scoffed at the notion that reading is harder than writing. Now I’m not so sure.

Why could that be? Couple of possibilities: With reading, there is no output from the reader. There is nothing to nothing to do but read. The writer has output; he is engaged in putting out a product. There is more to do: develop content, watch grammar and punctuation, polish style, look up facts. When you read, there’s nothing but the naked reading. I guess reading bring almost exclusive concentration on one function, whereas writing engages many.

Maybe reading is easier due to the hands. When writing, the hands are active. Almost as though I need some sort of external distraction in order to be active. I suspect this is related to the fact that I get more from a text if I’m underlining it or taking notes. I seem to comprehend it better. I wonder how this phenomenon—active hands leads to better concentration—ties into studies about saying the Rosary. How does it tie into the cigarette smoker who needs something to do with his hands?

Perhaps it’s my age. I’m nearing 40. I have found 40-somethings to be quite enamored with their opinions and ideas, like they’re dogmas. Perhaps ages 35-55 are the productive years, years in which we’re supposed to supply output. Writing is output; reading is input. … Read the rest

Tuesday

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1. The fattest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian .

3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.

4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class, because it was a weapon of math disruption.

5. No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.

6. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

7. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.

8. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

9. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.

10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

11. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

12. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other: ‘You stay here; I’ll go on a head.’

13. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

14. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: ‘Keep off the Grass.’

15. The midget fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

16. The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

17. A backward poet writes inverse.

18. In a democracy it’s your vote that counts. In feudalism it’s your count
that votes.

19. When cannibals ate … Read the rest