tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261290732024-03-07T15:23:29.650-05:00The GreenbeltLanguage Liberalism Freethought Birds<p>Verbing Weirds Language only if you're expecting it to work in a simple way. This is a special case of the more general truth that Language Weirds.<p>Only when a republic's life is in danger should a man uphold his government when it is in the wrong. There is no other time.<p>The church says Earth is flat; but I have seen its shadow on the moon, and I have more confidence in a shadow than the church.<p>If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.comBlogger8365125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-83802081518439086232019-06-19T18:30:00.002-04:002019-08-29T11:23:13.023-04:00Juneteenth <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVQV2jIlu1_AXJ07cyNK4RmzIcGEs3AypLKKJcQ9GEoGYEKgBAXdISLcFTJ4ZtivAVwdet1hFEWeKEg9wUnMfUWUc_pm91iKhGvg_w80SNyP3wOyE-5HnXy0hyphenhyphenprNeMIEa6nJ/s1600/juneteenth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="400" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVQV2jIlu1_AXJ07cyNK4RmzIcGEs3AypLKKJcQ9GEoGYEKgBAXdISLcFTJ4ZtivAVwdet1hFEWeKEg9wUnMfUWUc_pm91iKhGvg_w80SNyP3wOyE-5HnXy0hyphenhyphenprNeMIEa6nJ/s320/juneteenth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://talkingpointsmemo.com/cafe/hidden-history-of-juneteenth">The Hidden History of Juneteenth</a> tells a story that this week shows us we still need to hear: Juneteenth and what it really was.<br />
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Not just that white, rebel Texans hid the news of Emancipation.But that <br />
<blockquote>Ending slavery was not simply a matter of issuing pronouncements. It was a matter of forcing rebels to obey the law. To a very real extent, the Emancipation Proclamation and the 13th Amendment amounted to promissory notes of freedom. The real on-the-ground work of ending slavery and defending the rudiments of liberty was done by the freedpeople in collaboration with and often backed by the force of the US Army.<br />
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Granger’s proclamation may not have brought news of emancipation but it did carry this crucial promise of force. Within weeks, fifty thousand U.S. troops flooded into the state in a late-arriving occupation. These soldiers were needed because planters would not give up on slavery. In October 1865, months after the June orders, white Texans in some regions “still claim and control [slaves] as property, and in two or three instances recently bought and sold them,” according to one report. To sustain slavery, some planters systematically murdered rebellious African-Americans to try to frighten the rest into submission. A report by the Texas constitutional convention claimed that between 1865 and 1868, white Texans killed almost 400 black people; black Texans, the report claimed, killed 10 whites. Other planters hoped to hold onto slavery in one form or another until they could overturn the Emancipation Proclamation in court.<br />
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Against this resistance, the Army turned to force. In a largely forgotten or misunderstood occupation, the Army spread more than 40 outposts across Texas to teach rebels “the idea of law as an irresistible power to which all must bow.” Freedpeople, as Haywood’s quote reminds us, did not need the Army to teach them about freedom; they needed the Army to teach planters the futility of trying to sustain slavery.</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>
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The water they come to often. Here with a Mourning Dove and a female Northern Cardinal<br />
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A repurposed jelly/fruit feeder. The only birds who ever came for the jelly were migrating Rose-breasted Grosbeaks; the rest of the summer I hang a hummingbird feeder here.<br />
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I love how she's holding on with one toetip<br />
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Sharing with a Downy Woodpecker and getting stinkeye from an American Goldfinch<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-74163093320829406672019-01-04T11:05:00.000-05:002019-01-04T11:05:02.463-05:00If you doToday's Cipher puzzle is "You must be relentless in the pursuit of your goals. If you do, you will be successful. - Steve Garvey" <br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">This is one of my favorite poems of all time. </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">Enjoy it and the day...</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Winter Solstice, Camelot Station</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> John M. Ford</span><br />
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Camelot is served<br />
By a sixteen-track stub terminal done in High Gothick Style,<br />
The tracks covered by a single great barrel-vaulted glass roof framed upon iron,<br />
At once looking back to the Romans and ahead to the Brunels.<br />
Beneath its rotunda, just to the left of the ticket windows,<br />
Is a mosaic floor depicting the Round Table<br />
(Where all knights, regardless of their station of origin<br />
Or class of accommodation, are equal),<br />
And around it murals of knightly deeds in action<br />
(Slaying dragons, righting wrongs, rescuing maidens tied to the tracks).<br />
It is the only terminal, other than Gare d'Avalon in Paris,<br />
To be hung with original tapestries,<br />
And its lavatories rival those at the Great Gate of Kiev Central.<br />
During a peak season such as this, some eighty trains a day pass through,<br />
Five times the frequency at the old Londinium Terminus,<br />
Ten times the number the Druid towermen knew.<br />
(The Official Court Christmas Card this year displays<br />
A crisp black-and-white Charles Clegg photograph from the King's own collection.<br />
Showing a woad-blued hogger at the throttle of "Old XCVII,"<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> The Fast Mail</span> overnight to Eboracum. Those were the days.)<br />
The first of a line of wagons have arrived,<br />
Spilling footmen and pages in Court livery,<br />
And old thick Kay, stepping down from his Range Rover,<br />
Tricked out in a bush coat from Swaine, Adeney, Brigg,<br />
Leaning on his shooting stick as he marshalls his company,<br />
Instructing the youngest how to behave in the station,<br />
To help mature women that they may encounter,<br />
Report pickpockets, gather up litter,<br />
And of course no true Knight of the Table Round (even in training)<br />
Would do a station porter out of Christmas tips.<br />
He checks his list of arrival times, then his watch<br />
(A moon-phase Breguet, gift from Merlin):<br />
The seneschal is a practical man, who knows trains do run late,<br />
And a stolid one, who sees no reason to be glad about it.<br />
He dispatches pages to posts at the tracks,<br />
Doling out pennies for platform tickets,<br />
Then walks past the station buffet with a dyspeptic snort,<br />
Goes into the bar, checks the time again, orders a pint.<br />
The patrons half turn--it's the fella from Camelot, innit?<br />
And Kay chuckles soft to himself, and the Court buys a round.<br />
He's barely halfway when a page tumbles in,<br />
Seems the knights are arriving, on time after all,<br />
So he tips the glass back (people stare as he guzzles),<br />
Then plonks it down hard with five quid for the barman,<br />
And strides for the doorway (half Falstaff, half Hotspur)<br />
To summon his liveried army of lads.<br />
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* * *<br />
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Bors arrives behind steam, riding the cab of a heavy Mikado.<br />
He shakes the driver's hand, swings down from the footplate,<br />
And is like a locomotive himself, his breath clouding white,<br />
Dark oil sheen on his black iron mail,<br />
Sword on his hip swinging like siderods at speed.<br />
He stamps back to the baggage car, slams mailed fist on steel door<br />
With a clang like jousters colliding.<br />
The handler opens up and goes to rouse another knight.<br />
Old Pellinore has been dozing with his back against a crate,<br />
A cubical, chain-bound thing with FRAGILE tags and air holes,<br />
BEAST says the label, QUESTING, 1 the bill of lading.<br />
The porters look doubtful but ease the thing down.<br />
It grumbles. It shifts. Someone shouts, and they drop it.<br />
It cracks like an egg. There is nothing within.<br />
Elayne embraces Bors on the platform, a pelican on a rock,<br />
Silently they watch as Pelly shifts the splinters,<br />
Supposing aloud that Gutman and Cairo have swindled him.<br />
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A high-drivered engine in Northern Lines green<br />
Draws in with a string of side-corridor coaches,<br />
All honey-toned wood with stained glass on their windows.<br />
Gareth steps down from a compartment, then Gaheris and Aggravaine,<br />
All warmly tucked up in Orkney sweaters;<br />
Gawaine comes after in Shetland tweed.<br />
Their Gladstones and steamers are neatly arranged,<br />
With never a worry--their Mum does the packing.<br />
A redcap brings forth a curious bundle, a rude shape in red paper--<br />
The boys did that one themselves, you see, and how <span style="font-style: italic;">does </span>one wrap a unicorn's head?<br />
They bustle down the platform, past a chap all in green.<br />
He hasn't the look of a trainman, but only Gawaine turns to look at his eyes,<br />
And sees written there <span style="font-style: italic;">Sir, I shall speak with you later</span>.<br />
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Over on the first track, surrounded by reporters,<br />
All glossy dark iron and brass-bound mystery,<br />
The Direct-Orient Express, ferried in from Calais and Points East.<br />
Palomides appears. Smelling of patchouli and Russian leather,<br />
Dripping Soubranie ash on his astrakhan collar,<br />
Worry darkening his dark face, though his damascene armor shows no tarnish,<br />
He pushes past the press like a broad-hulled icebreaker.<br />
Flashbulbs pop. Heads turn. There's a woman in Chanel black,<br />
A glint of diamonds, liquid movements, liquid eyes.<br />
The newshawks converge, but suddenly there appears<br />
A sharp young man in a crisp blue suit<br />
From the Compagnie Internationale des Wagons-Lits,<br />
That elegant, comfortable, decorous, close-mouthed firm;<br />
He's good at his job, and they get not so much as a snapshot.<br />
Tomorrow's editions will ask who she was, and whom with...<br />
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Now here's a silver train, stainless steel, Vista-Domed,<br />
White-lighted grails on the engine (running no extra sections)<br />
The <span style="font-style: italic;">Logres Limited</span>, extra fare, extra fine,<br />
(Stops on signal at Carbonek to receive passengers only).<br />
She glides to a Timkin-borne halt (even her grease is clean),<br />
Galahad already on the steps, flashing that winning smile,<br />
Breeze mussing his golden hair, but not his Armani tailoring,<br />
Just the sort of man you'd want finding your chalice.<br />
He signs an autograph, he strikes a pose.<br />
Someone says, loudly, "Gal! Who serves the Grail?"<br />
He looks--no one he knows--and there's a silence,<br />
A space in which he shifts like sun on water;<br />
Look quick and you may see a different knight,<br />
A knight who knows that meanings can be lies,<br />
That things are done not knowing why they're done,<br />
That bearings fail, and stainless steel corrodes.<br />
A whistle blows. Snow shifts on the glass shed roof. That knight is gone.<br />
This one remaining tosses his briefcase to one of Kay's pages,<br />
And, golden, silken, careless, exits left.<br />
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Behind the carsheds, on the business-car track, alongside the private varnish<br />
Of dukes and smallholders, Persian potentates and Cathay princes<br />
(James J. Hill is here, invited to bid on a tunnel through the Pennines),<br />
Waits a sleek car in royal blue, ex-B&O, its trucks and fittings chromed,<br />
A black-gloved hand gripping its silver platform rail;<br />
Mordred and his car are both upholstered in blue velvet and black leather.<br />
He prefers to fly, but the weather was against it.<br />
His DC-9, with its video system and Quotron and waterbed, sits grounded at Gatwick.<br />
The premature lines in his face are a map of a hostile country,<br />
The redness in his eyes a reminder that hollyberries are poison.<br />
He goes inside to put on a look acceptable for Christmas Court;<br />
As he slams the door it rattles like strafing jets.<br />
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Outside the Station proper, in the snow,<br />
On a through track that's used for milk and mail,<br />
A wheezing saddle-tanker stops for breath;<br />
A way-freight mixed, eight freight cars and caboose,<br />
Two great ugly men on the back platform, talking with a third on the ballast.<br />
One, the conductor, parcels out the last of the coffee;<br />
They drink. A joke about grails. They laugh.<br />
When it's gone, the trainman pretends to kick the big hobo off,<br />
But the farewell hug spoils the act.<br />
Now two men stand on the dirty snow,<br />
The conductor waves a lantern and the train grinds on.<br />
The ugly men start walking, the new arrival behind,<br />
Singing "Wenceslas" off-key till the other says stop.<br />
There are two horses waiting for them. Rather plain horses,<br />
Considering. The men mount up.<br />
By the roundhouse they pause,<br />
And look at the locos, the water, the sand, and the coal,<br />
They look for a long time at the turntable,<br />
Until the one who is King says "It all seemed so simple, once,"<br />
And the best knight in the world says "It is. We make it hard."<br />
They ride on, toward Camelot by the service road.<br />
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The sun is winter-low. Kay's caravan is rolling.<br />
He may not run a railroad, but he runs a tight ship;<br />
By the time they unload in the Camelot courtyard,<br />
The wassail will be hot and the goose will be crackling,<br />
Banners snapping from their towers, fir logs on the fire, drawbridge down,<br />
And all that sackbut and psaltery stuff.<br />
Blanchefleur is taking the children caroling tonight,<br />
Percivale will lose to Merlin at chess,<br />
The young knights will dally and the damsels dally back,<br />
The old knights will play poker at a smaller Table Round.<br />
And at the great glass station, motion goes on,<br />
The extras, the milk trains, the varnish, the limiteds,<br />
The <span style="font-style: italic;">Pindar of Wakefield</span>, the <span style="font-style: italic;">Lady of the Lake</span>,<br />
The <span style="font-style: italic;">Broceliande Local</span>, the <span style="font-style: italic;">Fast Flying Briton,</span><br />
The nerves of the kingdom, the lines of exchange,<br />
Running to a schedule as the world ought,<br />
Ticking like a hot-fired hand-stoked heart,<br />
The metal expression of the breaking of boundaries,<br />
The boilers that turn raw fire into power,<br />
The driving rods that put the power to use,<br />
The turning wheels that make all places equal,<br />
The knowledge that the train may stop but the line goes on;<br />
The train may stop<br />
But the line goes on.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>
Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-79142620855389799812018-12-25T01:00:00.000-05:002018-12-25T01:00:09.181-05:00Joy!Merry Christmas, Good Yule, Happy Solstice, Midwinter Joy, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Festivus, Happy Hannukah ... however you celebrate the returning light in this midwinter season, may it fill you with joy.<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-91359464260810804392018-12-24T16:29:00.000-05:002018-12-24T16:29:01.864-05:00A Christmas Story<i>Enjoy!</i><br />
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My Xmas Story<br />
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<i>by Mark Evanier</i><br />
<i>ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED 7/9/99</i><br />
<i>Comics Buyer's Guide</i><br />
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I want to tell you a story…<br />
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The scene is Farmers Market — the famed tourist mecca of Los Angeles. It's located but yards from the facility they call, "CBS Television City in Hollywood"…which, of course, is not in Hollywood but at least is very close.<br />
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Farmers Market is a quaint collection of bungalow stores, produce stalls and little stands where one can buy darn near anything edible one wishes to devour. You buy your pizza slice or sandwich or Chinese food or whatever at one of umpteen counters, then carry it on a tray to an open-air table for consumption.<br />
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During the Summer or on weekends, the place is full of families and tourists and Japanese tour groups. But this was a winter weekday, not long before Christmas, and the crowd was mostly older folks, dawdling over coffee and danish. For most of them, it's a good place to get a donut or a taco, to sit and read the paper.<br />
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For me, it's a good place to get out of the house and grab something to eat. I arrived, headed for my favorite barbecue stand and, en route, noticed that Mel Tormé was seated at one of the tables.<br />
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Mel Tormé. My favorite singer. Just sitting there, sipping a cup of coffee, munching on an English Muffin, reading The New York Times. Mel Tormé.<br />
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I had never met Mel Tormé. Alas, I still haven't and now I never will. He looked like he was engrossed in the paper that day so I didn't stop and say, "Excuse me, I just wanted to tell you how much I've enjoyed all your records." I wish I had.<br />
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Instead, I continued over to the BBQ place, got myself a chicken sandwich and settled down at a table to consume it. I was about halfway through when four Christmas carolers strolled by, singing "Let It Snow," a cappella.<br />
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They were young adults with strong, fine voices and they were all clad in splendid Victorian garb. The Market had hired them (I assume) to stroll about and sing for the diners — a little touch of the holidays.<br />
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"Let It Snow" concluded not far from me to polite applause from all within earshot. I waved the leader of the chorale over and directed his attention to Mr. Tormé, seated about twenty yards from me.<br />
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"That's Mel Tormé down there. Do you know who he is?"<br />
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The singer was about 25 so it didn't horrify me that he said, "No."<br />
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I asked, "Do you know 'The Christmas Song?'"<br />
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Again, a "No."<br />
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I said, "That's the one that starts, 'Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…'"<br />
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"Oh, yes," the caroler chirped. "Is that what it's called? 'The Christmas Song?'"<br />
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"That's the name," I explained. "And that man wrote it." The singer thanked me, returned to his group for a brief huddle…and then they strolled down towards Mel Tormé. I ditched the rest of my sandwich and followed, a few steps behind. As they reached their quarry, they began singing, "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…" directly to him.<br />
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A big smile formed on Mel Tormé's face — and it wasn't the only one around. Most of those sitting at nearby tables knew who he was and many seemed aware of the significance of singing that song to him. For those who didn't, there was a sudden flurry of whispers: "That's Mel Tormé…he wrote that…"<br />
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As the choir reached the last chorus or two of the song, Mel got to his feet and made a little gesture that meant, "Let me sing one chorus solo." The carolers — all still apparently unaware they were in the presence of one of the world's great singers — looked a bit uncomfortable. I'd bet at least a couple were thinking, "Oh, no…the little fat guy wants to sing."<br />
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But they stopped and the little fat guy started to sing…and, of course, out came this beautiful, melodic, perfectly-on-pitch voice. The look on the face of the singer I'd briefed was amazed at first…then properly impressed.<br />
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On Mr. Tormé's signal, they all joined in on the final lines: "Although it's been said, many times, many ways…Merry Christmas to you…" Big smiles all around.<br />
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And not just from them. I looked and at all the tables surrounding the impromptu performance, I saw huge grins of delight…which segued, as the song ended, into a huge burst of applause. The whole tune only lasted about two minutes but I doubt anyone who was there will ever forget it.<br />
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I have witnessed a number of thrilling "show business" moments — those incidents, far and few between, where all the little hairs on your epidermis snap to attention and tingle with joy. Usually, these occur on a screen or stage. I hadn't expected to experience one next to a falafel stand — but I did.<br />
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Tormé thanked the harmonizers for the serenade and one of the women said, "You really wrote that?"<br />
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He nodded. "A wonderful songwriter named Bob Wells and I wrote that…and, get this — we did it on the hottest day of the year in July. It was a way to cool down."<br />
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Then the gent I'd briefed said, "You know, you're not a bad singer." He actually said that to Mel Tormé.<br />
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Mel chuckled. He realized that these four young folks hadn't the velvet-foggiest notion who he was, above and beyond the fact that he'd worked on that classic carol. "Well," he said. "I've actually made a few records in my day…"<br />
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"Really?" the other man asked. "How many?"<br />
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Tormé smiled and said, "Ninety."<br />
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I probably own about half of them on vinyl and/or CD. For some reason, they sound better on vinyl. (My favorite was the album he made with Buddy Rich. Go ahead. Find me a better parlay of singer and drummer. I'll wait.)<br />
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Today, as I'm reading obits, I'm reminded of that moment. And I'm impressed to remember that Mel Tormé was also an accomplished author and actor. Mostly though, I'm recalling that pre-Christmas afternoon.<br />
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I love people who do something so well that you can't conceive of it being done better. Doesn't even have to be something important: Singing, dancing, plate-spinning, mooning your neighbor's cat, whatever. There is a certain beauty to doing almost anything to perfection.<br />
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No recording exists of that chorus that Mel Tormé sang for the other diners at Farmers Market but if you never believe another word I write, trust me on this. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.<br />
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(Source credit: <a href="http://www.newsfromme.com/pov/col245/">Mark Evanier</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>
Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-36019370202972958132018-12-23T16:14:00.000-05:002018-12-23T16:14:06.944-05:00I would SO watch this movieI'm wondering just how convoluted the theory is connecting these four stories...<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-70048608095107159962018-12-21T18:33:00.003-05:002018-12-21T18:33:58.717-05:00Happy Solstice Today is the Feast of Sol Invictus, the unconquered sun. Yes, there's plenty of winter ahead of us, cold and snow and darkness, but with every day the light is longer. Rejoice!<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-88936264524436887952018-12-09T15:38:00.004-05:002018-12-09T15:38:59.082-05:00SnowDiego dropped some snow on us, not that much, an inch or so. (It was supposed to be rain, so they didn't treat the roads, which will make tonight fun.) But it's pretty.<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-76389590727619675642018-11-30T09:41:00.000-05:002018-11-30T09:52:06.617-05:00Where?Another <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com/2018/09/antecedents-referents-reflexives.html">antecedent problem</a>...<br />
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You really have to be careful. No Jews were murdered at the Auschwitz Museum, guys. Yeah, I know: Auschwitz Museum is their name (or rather their Twitter handle), but still. You've just made "Auschwitz Museum" your antecedent for your relative clause. Try saying:<br />
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I can hardly believe it, but we live in the day and age where the Museum at Auschwitz, where 1.1 million Jews were murdered, is having to weigh in on...<br />
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(Also, it's usually "we live in a day and age". That gets 12 million hits on Google, while "the" gets only 7,000 - and a lot of them are false, like "<span class="st">Until then, Steve, Gay, Morry, and <i>the day and age</i> they represented, remained historical relics, entombed in reels of celluloid.</span>" or "<span class="st">You get a “does not exist” error on <i>the day and age</i> page.")</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>
Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-13200092325911735322018-11-30T09:29:00.000-05:002018-11-30T09:29:01.057-05:00Fiona anniversary videoI love Fiona! Watch her galloping around!<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-47549141923016177992018-11-26T20:00:00.000-05:002018-11-30T09:37:50.675-05:00They're letting him have this???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzYTuzsmTveGYl3FlwNMXXhOfTHpsLrynv-P39mjFw3vh-UpVJpsySU5vJ6rlNgEjP1A-Uk8pbCKm1n90DrW55o3OjN3Ll8HKweyMC8ezidzFhwqZFvFbheqT93a5Pr7HrZjD/s1600/jtwins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="In "Inseparable", about these 19th c. twins, we learn the 4" band that joined them stretched to a freeing 6" late in life" border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" data-popupalt-original-title="" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzYTuzsmTveGYl3FlwNMXXhOfTHpsLrynv-P39mjFw3vh-UpVJpsySU5vJ6rlNgEjP1A-Uk8pbCKm1n90DrW55o3OjN3Ll8HKweyMC8ezidzFhwqZFvFbheqT93a5Pr7HrZjD/s400/jtwins.jpg" title="In "Inseparable", about these 19th c. twins, we learn the 4" band that joined them stretched to a freeing 6" late in life" width="400" /></a>They're going to let him have "What are Siamese twins?" for this (in Recent Nonfiction)???<br />
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Sheesh.<br />
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That's like letting "Who was the President?" stand for an answer to "In 2005 Doris Kearns Goodwin told us about his Team of Rivals".<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-47048006855353590742018-11-24T10:55:00.003-05:002018-11-24T10:55:56.410-05:00Borrowed and reversedThere's an example of an interesting phenomenon in yesterday's NYT crossword: a word or
term borrowed from a narrow field - in this case, sports - that
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Here it's subpar, defined as "poor"
where in golf it's good.<br />
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Another is pinch hitter; in real life, say giving a
presentation, if you say "I'm pinch-hitting for Bob" you're warning the
audience you probably won't be as good or knowledgeable as he, but in
baseball a pinch hitter is supposed to do better (in the situation) than
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-61450618658916768822018-11-23T10:54:00.000-05:002018-11-24T10:54:15.395-05:00The waiting tableHere's the table (the main one, we overflow onto a smaller table, with 14 eating!) just before we all sat down.<br />
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We had a wonderful day, with three generations well represented. The kids are getting older - heck, Ryan's a teenager now! - so the day lasted into the night. Lots of fun, conversation, games ... I hope everyone who celebrates the day had as good a time as I did.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>
Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-1358498056742229722018-11-22T06:00:00.000-05:002018-11-24T10:45:53.838-05:00Happy Thanksgiving!Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers, and happy end of autumn (or spring) to the rest!<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-90006934332153625582018-09-30T07:44:00.000-04:002018-09-30T07:44:07.575-04:00Antecedents, Referents, Reflexives...So, in this sentence<br />
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the lizard bit down on the snake and prevented it from being eaten</blockquote>
what was not eaten? <br />
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Nope!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMRJKsW68fy1Ew7Hg7lxIdL1ButrtibTMdUJRGgaEB1YzyNJs2joMRaJlrioXy0g6aQHVZ-bv_BUx00Jgs0ZC9wu0fl8Cfj6VI-vR68mhP8lg55WyiWOrCLwsW5_Ph-K3n261/s1600/this-snake-captured-a-lizard.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="This snake captured a lizard, and began to eat it alive. As the lizard lost the use of its arms and legs by being swallowed, the lizard bit down on the snake and prevented it from being eaten. Life or death fight and it's all depended on how long this motherfucker can bite down for. Eventually, the snake regurgitated the lizard and both left alive. This dude had no other choice than to prevail. He adapted, and made shit happen and lived to fight another day. #staythecourse" border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="500" data-popupalt-original-title="" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfMRJKsW68fy1Ew7Hg7lxIdL1ButrtibTMdUJRGgaEB1YzyNJs2joMRaJlrioXy0g6aQHVZ-bv_BUx00Jgs0ZC9wu0fl8Cfj6VI-vR68mhP8lg55WyiWOrCLwsW5_Ph-K3n261/s320/this-snake-captured-a-lizard.png" title="This snake captured a lizard, and began to eat it alive. As the lizard lost the use of its arms and legs by being swallowed, the lizard bit down on the snake and prevented it from being eaten. Life or death fight and it's all depended on how long this motherfucker can bite down for. Eventually, the snake regurgitated the lizard and both left alive. This dude had no other choice than to prevail. He adapted, and made shit happen and lived to fight another day. #staythecourse" width="247" /></a>Here's the whole awkward paragraph, in meme form (a King Snake trying to eat an Alligator Lizard, taken in 2014 (<a href="https://www.cnet.com/news/lizard-fights-back-from-inside-belly-of-snake/">source of photo</a>). <br />
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So clearly, it's meant to be the lizard. But nope. Just nope.<br />
"It" can't be the lizard, not syntactically.<br />
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Pronouns go to the nearest referent - and that's "snake". Also, since "lizard" is the subject of "prevented", any pronoun referring to it has to be reflexive. That is, "itself". Using the reflexive pronoun directs the reader back to the correct antecedent.<br />
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There are, of course, a few more infelicities ("it's all depended", for one), but they don't mislead the reader.<br />
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"It is possible that his accusers might have mistook him for someone else... and the mysteriously disappearing gambling debts may be innocuous, not mafia connected. But there is one absolute inarguable fact from last week's hearing. The bilious, voice-cracking rage and openly partisan expressions of hate toward half of the voting populace were not behaviors of a mature jurist and adult. The simple and politically defensible thing for Susan Collins to say is: "Go back to the bench/bullpen and send us a conservative grownup." -David Brin<br />
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<a href="https://theconcourse.deadspin.com/brett-kavanaugh-is-a-man-the-right-can-get-behind-1829225731">This by Albert Burneko</a>:<br />
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the skeleton key to understanding American conservatism is this: At bottom, it lacks absolutely any moral or ideological underpinning beyond the reactionary protection of moneyed white men—of their station, their wealth and power, and their egos. Its supposed ideas and abstractions are just a framework for spasmodic lashing-out against anything that can be interpreted as a threat to rich white dudes. It likes supply-side economics because the supply side is made of rich white dudes. It likes tax cuts because the taxes are mostly cut for rich white dudes. It likes cops and soldiers because cops and soldiers uphold a social order with rich white dudes at the top. It likes “traditional family values” because social, economic, and sexual dominion over women are the most traditional family values of all. It likes “Make America Great Again” because rich white dudes used to roll through society and over everyone else with even greater impunity than they do now. All of these things are just proxies for reiterating, over and over and over, forever, the power and security and primacy of rich white dudes.</blockquote>
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<a href="https://www.commondreams.org/views/2018/09/27/symmetry-torture-and-sexual-misconduct-testimony-brett-kavanaugh">Something else to think about</a>: <br />
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What we do know suggests the likelihood that Kavanaugh, both as Associate White House Counsel under George Bush from 2001 to 2003 and then as his White House Staff Secretary from 2003 to 2006, had significant involvement in the Bush Administration’s torture policies. We need to continue to demand to see Bush White House files to “pin down specifics of any Kavanaugh involvement in detainee policy discussions.” (See the Chicago Tribune article by Michael Kranish, “Kavanaugh’s role in Bush-era torture debate now an issue in his Supreme Court nomination,” July 18, 2018.)</blockquote>
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This terrific picture from Boing Boing (is that guy on the left <i>asleep</i>???<br />
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Obama said that it was “a little comforting” to know that he was not the only person Kavanaugh neglected to blame in his remarks. “I just got off the phone with George Soros, and he is bummed as well,” Obama said.</blockquote>
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And finally, Randy Rainbow!!!!<br />
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First, earlier Rob said he'd never been able to see <i>Book of Mormon</i> because they always wanted $1,000 for a ticket. I don't know what he's talking about. I saw it on Broadway - <i>on Broadway, </i>Rob! - for about 1/3 of that.<br />
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And then, tonight. Well, I mean ... the clue for Final was "The first line for the title character in this classic (1970s movie) was 'Why did you go to the police? Why didn't you come to me?'" That had been the New York <i>Times'</i>s clue for the day, and I hadn't known it. But when Alex read it, <i>he imitated Marlon Brando's delivery</i>. Which kinda gave it away. Grrrrr. At least they all got it, so no harm no foul. I guess. Grrrrr.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>
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Here is what I do not understand.</div>
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They have a list of nominees. He can't be the only judge they've got who will rule like they want. Why doesn't Trump pull Kavanaugh or he recuse himself - not admitting anything, just to avoid tainting the court with speculation or until there is an investigative result. </div>
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If they did, they could look reasonable. And then, well, he could nominate someone else, they could do their "thorough background check", and vote on him, all before the midterms (though really, they have till January). McConnell could easily call a special session, right? </div>
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Why is "this man right now" their hill to die on? Can't they see what it looks like? It's like they just can't stand being opposed army all, even rightly, like they just can't admit to even a possible mistake. Or like they really think they're entitled to whatever they want.</div>
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Even if what they want repels much of the country.</div>
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It's not a good look.</div>
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Monday he had the full beard. Tuesday it was a goatee. Wednesday, just the mustache. Thursday, clean shaven. <br />
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Kathie wondered if he'd come out Friday wearing a bald cap. Unfortunately, he didn't.<br />
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Fresh from <a href="http://thegreenbelt.blogspot.com">The Greenbelt</a></p></div>The Ridger, FCDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01538111197270563075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26129073.post-68366768654959337732018-09-13T10:28:00.002-04:002018-09-13T10:28:28.645-04:00Ukrainian, not Russian<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUnZURt_3QdBhvelUVqsxK0Az0oOFYOy_-9DqjauWvi9Gx7KbnT3ZARVdJ4hpiJ4NukqF3KybWbQL6VxBrdQ-1yj-eEw20WFnyF_-bi-OHgD6AQ2W6yVlEaTxdDvv5fp0aZvn/s1600/realheroes.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="556" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJUnZURt_3QdBhvelUVqsxK0Az0oOFYOy_-9DqjauWvi9Gx7KbnT3ZARVdJ4hpiJ4NukqF3KybWbQL6VxBrdQ-1yj-eEw20WFnyF_-bi-OHgD6AQ2W6yVlEaTxdDvv5fp0aZvn/s400/realheroes.png" width="255" /></a>Oddly, the translation algorithm actually realized that this construction means "is four years old" - though not "is ONLY four" as the всього makes it mean. But it doesn't really understand what's happening in the grammar. If it did, it would know that the noun whose age is being given is in the dative. The word for "stamp" is марка (marka). Марко (Marko) is a very common boy's name. The word here is Марку (Marku) - that's the dative for the name. The dative for a stamp is марці (martsi).<br />
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Also, this is Ukrainian, not Russian (it sort of knows that - it gets a lot of the Ukrainian words right, like чотири, хлопчик, врятував, and справжні. But it got tripped up in a few other places. От (ot) is not the Russian preposition "away from" but rather an adverb/interjection meaning something like "lo, voila, here, you see" (it's вот (vot), in Russian). And while рыбалка in Russian is a fishing trip, or the act of fishing, in Ukrainian the word рибалка (rybalka) means "fisherman" (рыбак (rybak) in Russian). And lastly, in Russian the dash is often the copula, in Ukrainian it rarely is; Ukrainians use the verb much, much more often that Russians do.<br />
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I would probably translate the last sentence more like "Real heroes do live among us" or "There are real heroes living among us", but that's a stylistic quibble, not a grammatical or semantic error. <br />
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"Mark is only four, but he's already a serious (= genuine) lifeguard. But you can see he loves ice cream like all children. Together with his mom Daria the boy saved a fisherman from the water. They live among us - real heroes."<br />
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