Sky Watch: Oncoming Weather
Looking out from the fourth floor of my hotel on the night before the storm...
more Sky Watchers here - a stunning Brazilian beach and sky
Language Liberalism Freethought Birds
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.
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.
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.
If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.
Looking out from the fourth floor of my hotel on the night before the storm...
de Tocqueville, that is - born in 1805.
America demonstrates invincibly one thing that I had doubted up to now: that the middle classes can govern a State. ... Despite their small passions, their incomplete education, their vulgar habits, they can obviously provide a practical sort of intelligence and that turns out to be enough.I hope our passions aren't necessarily so "small", nor our intelligence just "practical" - let's make it more than "enough" this time around, okay?
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Born today in 1844 in Stratford, Gerard Manley Hopkins, one of my favorite poets (still today, though I don't agree with his philosophy).
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I have no comment on the recent Wikileaks disclosures - because of where I work, it's better that I don't.
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A story in the Minneapolis "Star Tribune" displays some fine obscenity-avoidance on the part of the reporter (or possibly editor). The story is about a man who got between a guy and the woman he was hitting and who got soundly beaten for his trouble.
"I just simply say, 'Dude, that's enough,' [thinking] maybe he'll back off," Skripka said. "He got in my face. I didn't flinch. I said, 'Dude, back off,' pardon my French but that's the words I used. Then I finally said, 'Dude, what's your problem?' The next thing I know is I'm waking up on a gurney. I was knocked out cold."Seriously?
The newspaper quote matches supplied footage of the press conference. In the press conference video, at 0:40 he says, I said, 'Dude, back off,' pardon my French but that's the words I used.' Then there's a flash cut on the video, and then he's saying "I just don't know why he …"That is just ... wow. I can't imagine saying "Pardon my French" for "Dude, back off". That's Minnesota nice taken to the extreme.
If they edited the quote for the newspaper, then they edited the video sequence perfectly to eliminate any trace as well.
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Lino Lakes, Minnesota, just voted an English-only ordinance that prohibits the city from translating anything out of English (with a prudent 'let's not lose our federal money' exception for health, public safety, and education). The typical rationale was that it was "budgetary" - its main proponent on the council said "The reality is these are really hard times, economically, for all of us, and it is a budgetary issue." Pointing out that the city is furloughing and laying off, he added, "we're trying to protect the good staff that we have and need." Wow, you may be asking, how much of the budget was consumed by translation services?
"I'm tired of going to restaurants and hearing these new families speaking their native tongue to their kids."Okay. I think we can all tell what kind of issue it is for him...
"In loud voices and on the opinion pages of the local paper, residents railed against the newcomers for not learning English. But as I soon found out, they were certainly trying. Every evening, exhausted after a day of work, men and women came to a baby blue schoolhouse in Aberdeen to learn."There is in fact plenty of evidence that over 80% of immigrants try to learn English formally - in the rapidly disappearing ESL courses offered at nights. In fact, there's plenty of evidence that even illegal immigrants (the sad end of that column was about the school closing because the local fishing plant was raided and people were afraid to come) will work their butts off to learn English. Unfortunately, not only is there a perception that people who are "speaking their native language" are not trying to learn English, but also a very wrong perception out there (as evidenced by a poll in Salt Lake City a few years back) that learning English is easy:
One of the biggest surprises from the survey, community leaders said, is the time employers think it takes to learn English. Almost half of employers said it should take six to 12 months to learn English, the survey said.Combining those two perceptions leads to this: anybody who speaks their native tongue to their children is a lazy parasite who just wants to sponge off the rest of us.
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I'm in Minneapolis for workshops. They're engrossing and keeping me busy, so I haven't done much but work, and read Agatha Christie, mostly Poirots...
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Dawkins is also the only Star Cult leader to be married to a Companion, far as I know.
Great episode, wasn't it?
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Sigh... Today's Arlo & Janis:
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I don't think Johnson was suggesting that anyone would seriously say "Gift me a break"--quite the reverse, in fact. I think he's using the example to show that there are at least some contexts in which it's obvious that gift cannot replace give, whereas presumably he thinks that any use of gift as a verb can be replaced by give. (Of course, one doesn't have to be a given and talented student to find counterexamples.) Also, he is trying to be funny; it's part of his job description.
I'm actually inclined to agree with the AHD usage note that Barry quoted, which describes gift qua verb as "irredeemably tainted [...] by its association with the language of advertising and publicity." If we really need a verb to carry the meaning of 'to give as a present,' perhaps someone can regale us with one?
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That's beautiful. Not just the procession of clouds, but also the colour of the sky behind them.
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Today in Wimbledon, England, in 1895, Robert Graves was born. 18 when WWI started, he was immediately shipped off to France. He was badly wounded and reported dead; he believed his life had been spared to write poetry. He suffered from PTSD - recurring nightmares and flashbacks that paralyzed and terrified him. But after he married he began to write, prolifically. In 1929 he published a memoir called Goodbye to All That, and he was able to support himself and his family on his writing for the rest of his life. He may be best known for The White Goddess, a exploration of poetry and myth, and his novels I, Claudius and Claudius, the God, his translations from Latin, and the controversial King Jesus. But he also wrote poetry:
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Mitch McConnell says: "There's no debate in the Senate about whether we should pass a bill -- everyone agrees that we should." And John Boehner says: "The president knows that Republicans support extending unemployment insurance." They just want it to be "fiscally responsible" and "deficit-neutral" (though not by - horrors! - getting rid of tax cuts on the wealthy, money which doesn't go right back into the economy like spending money for the out-of-work does, but that's a different post).
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DVD: Two Joan Hickson (she's the best) Miss Marples: The Moving Finger and A Caribbean Mystery. The Moving Finger, by the way, was one of my early lessons in the mutability of memory: the first time I saw it the only thing I remembered from the book was that Joanna would end up with the doctor... (the other was my vivid memory of a scene from Snow White that isn't actually there - the crow turning pink and blue from magic clouds going up the chimney. Weird thing, memory.)
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If you still have "The Moving Finger" watch the scene with the dead Mrs. Symmington closely. She's lying on the bed, eyes open, staring into the camera -- and eventually, she blinks.
My favorite of all the Joan Hicksons (I think) is "Nemesis." "A milky drink, perhaps?"
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Let me say up front that I know some people have severe allergies and can't eat anything that has even peanut dust on it. But, really... was this warning necessary?
Dry-Roasted Peanuts
Ingredients: Dry Roasted Peanuts, Salt
Produced in a facility that processes peanuts
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Yeah, it's amusing. Hershey's chocolate bars with almonds also have (or used to) a line on the label that says "May contain nuts." And, yes, I certainly hope so.
And one of the side effects listed for sleep aids is often "drowsiness".
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Just yesterday at work I was reading an analysis of Pushkin's "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Golden Fish", and the author spent a great deal of time on a bit that had been cut from the manuscript by Pushkin before publishing. It dealt with the fisherman seeing his wife as the Pope, seated on a tower with a crown on her head, and on the head a wren. The wren, Bykov tells us, is remarkable for the contrast between its tiny body and large voice, and is an attribute of supreme power - representing the court poet. He also recounts a German story about how, when the birds decided to choose as their king the one that flew highest, the wren hid himself on the back of the eagle and thus ended up highest of all... Well, be that as it may, these birds are indeed tiny - and very, very loud. Here's one last shot of one of the pair that nest in my father's backyard.
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Hermann Jadlowker was born today in 1877 in Riga, Latvia.
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Mist rising from the Clinch River at Melton Hill Lake blurs the line between water and land, and the sky is both above and below the trees...
That looks lovely.
The layers of your shot are magical - it looks like a dream.
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Hmmm... I'm not sure (a) how reliable this is or (b) what it means, but
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!
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I've noticed that this tool has prompted some controversy, with some people seeing something almost sinister in its limitations (which are obvious, given that most people get a different result for each sample of their writing. And in one case, I got J.K.Rowling, changed every occurence of the word "wizard" to "magician", and got Ray Bradbury instead.)
But the final word regarding the spirit in which it should be taken is surely the interview at http://www.theawl.com/2010/07/a-qa-with-the-creator-of-i-write-like-the-algorithm-is-not-a-rocket-science (which is two clicks away from the site itself).
Speaking of memes - or things that ought to be memes - have you considered having a go at the book titles mashup game that you probably read about on Stan Carey's blog? My own contributions are here: http://outerhoard.wordpress.com/2010/07/22/bookmash/
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There's a nationally known 2000 meter rowing course on Melton Hill Lake in Oak Ridge. The Flatwater Grill is located at the start of the course, and you can often see collegiate rowers practicing while you dine.
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Here's a fairly odd sentence from Call Mr Fortune, written by HC Bailey in 1920:
Lucia Charlecote was so frail, of such a simplicity, that she looked rather like an angel in one of the primitive pictures than a woman."She looked rather like an angel" is fine for me, meaning "somewhat like an angel". But then I hit that "than", and the sentence derails. I can't use "rather ... than" like this. In fact, though I realize he means "more than" when he says "rather than", the sentence is deeply weird for me.
Lucia Charlecote was so frail, of such a simplicity, that she looked like an angel in one of the primitive pictures rather than a woman.Now, "rather than" doesn't have to be a unit. For instance, I can say "I'd rather be an angel than a woman" or "rather see an angel than a woman". But there we have a modal, and rather's in front of the verb, not after it - a modifier rather than a part of the complement.
Lucia Charlecote was so frail, of such a simplicity, that she looked more like an angel in one of the primitive pictures than a woman.What about you? Does his "she looked rather like an angel than a woman" work for you?
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No, it doesn't work for me, either. It threw me clear out of the sentence. But I've seen that very construction somewhere else recently...can't remember where. It made me do a double-take then, too.
I get the same garden path effect that you describe, but once I get past that, I find "she looked rather like an angel than a woman" acceptable, though slightly archaic. I think the additional material ("in one of the primitive pictures") exacerbates the garden path effect; the extra distance between rather and than makes it harder to go back and reinterpret the rather as a comparative instead of a vague degree word.
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Live: Sophie Wang in concert. She did a brilliant Beethoven Sonata in E Major, Op. 109, and one of the best versions of Liszt's Les jeux d'eaux â la Villa d'Este I've ever heard.
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My father's Sunday paper carries "Parade Magazine". This week they had a story (online) called "Red, White, and Scammed" by Earl Swift. It's about the various ways unscrupulous merchants as well as scam artists take advantage of and rip off service members. Car sales, life insurance, "cheap" computers ... there's a host of them, and always have been. Just drive past any army base and see.
Washington has waged war against the scammers with limited success. When a 2006 Defense Department report cited payday lenders as a threat—rates for short-term loans had soared as high as 780%—Congress passed an amendment to the Defense Authorization Act of 2007 that capped rates on such loans to military personnel at 36%. “Many payday-loan businesses stopped lending to service members,” Petraeus says, “because they said they couldn’t make a profit.”So ... it's great that it's now illegal to charge more than 36% interest to military personnel. But it's still legal to charge 780% to civilians?
The less principled, however, simply altered their tactics. Some lenders abide by the cap but drown their products in fees—in one reported case, $452 of charges were piled on a $1000 loan. Others base their businesses offshore and call their offerings “revolving lines of credit”—both so they can skirt U.S. laws and charge 500% interest. In her Arlington, Va., office, [Holly Petraeus, director of the military program of the Better Business Bureau (BBB) and wife of Army Gen. David Petraeus] typed “ military loans” into Google. “I got about 2.5 million results from that,” she says. “A lot of them are predatory or just outright scams.”
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My father had his deck rebuilt (mostly by his kids) and in the mornings it's a wonderful place to sit. In the afternoons just now it's too hot, but in the spring and fall it'll be nice - although it's west facing, the trees are very high and it's in shade except right at noon. I've seen a lot birds, and heard even more. Here are some of them.
I'm jealous! I've been taunted by a red-bellied woodpecker for a week -- he visits our feeders, but leaves as soon as I get near the window with a camera.
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Today is the birthday of Alice Munro (born in Ontario in 1931). I'm almost ashamed to say it, but I read my first Munro story only a couple of years (after watching Away From Her). I've read many since then, and have the rest of her collections in my to-read pile. She's amazing. Her prose is clear, spare, beautiful, and her characters so real and vivid that even in stories where nothing much seems to happen the story draws you in and releases you only well after you've finished. I'd call her a national treasure if she were American; as it is, she's a treasure in the world of English-language writers (and readers).
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A grill? With a dock? With a heron? Very nice.
It's a sweet restaurant. The food and the views are both excellent, and you can tie up at the dock and eat.
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I went back down to the river last night to see if the Great Egrets would return. Two did, but this picture still isn't great. It rained here for about seven hours - you can see the mist rising off the river in the second photo - and it was gray. Low light is my camera's achilles heel, especially at that distance, something like 200 yards. Still, at least in this picture you can see for sure that it's an egret!
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Don't forget that time he looked like David Bowie and learned how to teleport Hugh Jackman!
Oh, wait -- was that a movie? :P
Or the time he helped Murdoch solve the AC-electrocution murders!
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You have an interesting website and I'd like to explore it further. I'm a teacher in an extreme poverty area and I also need to check out your donor website as my students need EVERYTHING! Love your FCD attitude!
very dramatic!
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