Saturday, February 17, 2018

Posting Postings

I'm not going to wade into the gun debate too deeply, but I will repost a few items that I have come across on social media.

This first one is from David Frum. He's a conservative who served as speech writer under Bush. But he is also a fellow who does not exactly hold a high view of current Republicans, and certainly not of their president as he has shown in his book, Trumpocracy.

I supply that background to note that I take his musings seriously. I mean when a conservative chastises conservatives, it piques my interest. I find it credible in other words.

This particular post has to do with vetting gun licence applicants. It works pretty well in Canada, and I can't see why it is a stumbling block in America.

I don't know or follow this person but it was re-posted by someone whom I do follow. To me, assuming the reported numbers are correct,  it speaks of the government completely disregarding the will of the majority of Americans in favor of the gun lobby which has bought their votes. Does anyone think that this is how a democracy is supposed to work?

However, this last one takes the cake. When a friend posted this, I almost lost it, but I I managed to control myself. I didn't rant and rave back at her. There was no point. But I will rant and rave at you. Not really, but I would like to point that it is (a) untrue and (b) theologically asinine.

It's just not true! Students can take their bibles to school and pray if they want to. It's just that the school and their employees are not to promote religion (although many still do). For example: if a group of football players decide that they want to pray for a touchdown, they can. It's just that a coach can't call them together and lead them, or even participate for that matter (although some do). Why is this so hard for people to grasp?

Permit me to move on to the theological part though.

Oh my goodness, what does this say about God?

Do such posters purport that the omnipotent God is saying, "Because you can't officially promote me, I am unable to cross the threshold? I mean, I am God and I really want to help out, but I am unable to."

Really?! Unable?!

Or is the vision here that God has a right to be miffed, that he has hurt feelings? So is he is just stamping his feet in a huff with his back turned, saying, "OK, so if you won't officially invite me in, I am going to give carte blanche to anyone who wants to kill your babies. I could stop them if I wanted to, but I am pissed, so there!"

In either case, is this what people think of their God? Or do some people not really think at all?

I don't think you really have to answer that last part. We all know the answer.

Friday, February 16, 2018

British Predilections

According to Grammar Girl, writing or saying among is much more correct than using amongst for Americans.

Perhaps I read too many British novels, and I confess to having a strong predilection for British TV, but I have become quite fond of amongst.

Of course, I am also Canadian, and I can often not ascertain what our stance should be. We tend to spell like Brits (e.g. honour as opposed to honor, or theatre rather than theater), but our lexicon is much more Yankee-ish (e.g trunk vs. boot, theatre vs. cinema, or pharmacy vs. chemist).

I feel betwixt and between as it were, and I scratch me 'ead a lot when it comes to both speaking and writing.

As was the case with fly-less underwear, life continues to confuse me.

But whatever the level of my perplexity, I find myself increasingly drawn to amongst, so I will likely continue to use it — at least sometimes and probably more in prose than speech.

There you have it; I wouldn't make a good American.

Now, perhaps you will permit me write of my fondness for whilst over while. Ah, maybe not, eh?

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Odd Pairings

Let me be brief.

I needed some underwear, and when I saw these →
on sale at AMAZingON (heh heh) for approximately half price, I ordered 2 packages of 2.

They arrived very quickly. I opened one pack and tried a pair on, and they fit nicely. (I prefer not to write fitted as the past tense of fit, and I apologize if this offends you. not really) So, I unwrapped them all and pitched the packaging.

Next day, I donned a pair (why is one thing referred to as a pair, I ask) on as my undies du jour (see what a good boy I am by changing daily) and continued to enjoy their comfort.

And, I went about my day.

... sometime later ... it was time to skip to my Loo (as it were), and that's when I began to fumble about my briefs perplexedly.

I fumbled about looking for the fly. Which I never did find.

This is a first in my life — undies sans fly.

Although I can sort of see it now in the photo, when ordering I could tell from neither the photo nor the description that they were fly-less.

Here am I, 70 years young, and I still have no clue about what in thunderin tarnation is going on in this world.

I can cope through this adversity, but it does seem odd.

Of course, since I am a bit odd myself, I guess me and my undies are a good fit ... so as if to speak.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Underwear and Unmentionables

Our little, local museum, The Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum, hosted an open house on the weekend, featuring lingerie of the past: Underwear and Unmenitonables. I didn't take my camera, but I did take my phone, and I think that was enough.

There was lingerie to be seen all over, including these displays which, in keeping with the era, I decided to process in mono with a bit of a vintage effect.

This manikin with the labelling intrigued me. If I recall, it was showing a bustle at the back, but I was focusing  on the lettering.

I think my most delightful sighting of the day was seeing this juxtaposition of a modern iPhone against an old calculator/register of sorts. Of course, the phone wasn't part of the display; someone had just left it there.

At the end we were rewarded with treats — cookies shaped and decorated in keeping with the theme.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Animal Clips

Just because I have no original materials or even thoughts, I thought I'd present a few animal videos.

The first two are from Twitter. In the first, a group of elephants protect a fallen baby elephant from lions. In the second, a cat without forelimbs (and four limbs) manages to go up and down stairs.

This one is from YouTube and is actually as slideshow or two blind brother cats helping each other in life. It helped that surgery was able to salvage/restore the sight in one eye of one of the brothers.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Flowers in Winter

I post a photo to Flickr almost every day, but I still have hundreds of images in that folder. Most of them are pretty doggone poor, which explains while they still linger there sometimes after years, but as I chanced to peruse the folder as I sometimes do, I noticed a number of flower photos.

Thought I, wouldn't it make a nice winter break to post a string of these in February: to brighten up winter so to speak.

So, I have begun to do just that. I don't know how many I will eventually post, but here are the first three.

These are mallows (or so I believe) that I saw in Nova Scotia way back in 2010. That doesn't necessarily mean that I put the photo in my Flickr queue way back then, but it is possible. These pinks really speak of summer to me in a very pleasant sort of way.

The next two were both taken locally in July of 2015 on a stroll on a local trail. The first resembles a false sunflower, but I will just identify it as a yellow wildflower. If you can identify it properly, please let me know.

The next one I can identify as that which is popularly referred to as Queen Anne's Lace. It's an extremely ubiquitous roadside or trail-side plant in these parts. Apparently it is also called Wild Carrot by some although that name is not familiar to me. I understand that the proper taxonomic name is Daucus carota.

I plan to post more to Flickr, but I generally only post one per day, so we are presently up to date. Once I have posted a few more there, I will most likely post here as well.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

A Not So Fond Olympic Memory

I was up early this morning, before 4 as a matter of fact. Although sleep is usually problematic for me in any case, lately when I wake for my nightly trip to the commode, one nostril is so stuffed that I can't unstuff it no matter how hard I blow. And that, my dears, makes getting back to sleep even more improbable. I did try to nod off again in my chair with my phone stuck in my ear and a podcast conversing in the background. It may have worked a little bit but only that — a very little bit — and I gave it up for a lost cause before 5.

Up I arose and was able to at least partially clear my nose although the stuffiness doesn't matter that much once I am up. In resignation, I fired up the coffee machine, which I had readied the night before and spent some time on the computer: read a few blog posts, which I mostly was not aroused enough to comment on (sorry Mrs Lane) and perused Flickr, Twitter, Facebook and whatnot. I saw on one of those platforms that I could watch the Olympic luge competition online if I wished.

I didn't wish, but it did remind me of the 1994 Winter Olympics in Lillehammer and the time that I stayed up all night watching ski jumping. This wasn't because I was enthralled with the sport, however. Nope. I watched from the floor because I was in discomfort and couldn't sleep.

A week or three or more earlier I had a back attack in which bulging discs sent significant pain down my leg, and I had spent much time on the floor ever since. In point of fact, I had almost lived on the floor. If you can call that living, I mean. Early on after the attack, even getting up for a quick meal or shower was problematic, and I would have to seek relief by becoming prone on the floor after a very short period of time.

I did manage to haul myself to physio several times a week (or maybe every day, I forget) and things had been improving. But on the morning of that long day and night, which I also think was a Friday/Saturday night and morning, just as I had been about to head out to physio, I had a prodigious spasm that put me down in agony. All that day and night, I felt as though I was on the verge of another spasm.

Of course there was no sleep to be had, on that very long and lonely night, even though you might think that long ours of ski jumping would be enough to put the most wakeful of insomniacs into a deep coma.

After at least six weeks, I was able to get around enough to return to work, but my back will never fully recover.

At least I am sitting at the computer this morning and not lying on the floor in pain, these 24 years later.. Yes, there is still a degree of numbness and discomfort in the leg because the discs never did go completely back into place. I live with that constantly and do worry that I might suffer another major back attack, but so far, I manage.

But that will always be my most prominent Olympic memory, and it is not a pleasant one.