Wednesday, May 12, 2021

A New National Symbol?

 The Samoan Fruit Bat:

It's perfect for the New America: an intersectional blend of Froot-Loop and Moonbat, and not actually American at all.

The pic above is one of the recent National Parks Quarters. The Mint will also be releasing a series of Pioneering Women Quarters, and Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen wants to hear your suggestions. Of course, they must be "...women known for their work in civil rights, science, the arts and abolition, among other areas, with an emphasis on women from "ethnically, racially and geographically diverse backgrounds..." They also have to be dead.

I plan to nominate suffragist, temperance crusader and Prohibition Party leader Frances E. Willard. She's not very diverse, but I'd love to see that face, and that pince-nez, on a coin. (Here's my favorite picture of her.)

So far, at least, our currency still has the look of a safe, stable medium of exchange: sober green, with pictures of neoclassical buildings and dead politicians. But I suspect within a decade we will have gone Full Third World -- hues of peach and magenta, and pictures of wind farms, Natural Wonders and poets nobody has heard of. And, of course, lots of zeroes:

The Sixto Sense

 "I have won the prize." "It is not for my blog." "I gave it to the fat Irish man. It is his white privilege."

"So they gave me the plug. Not the plug for the butt like the one they gave that maricon fudge packer Aaron Rodgers. It is the plug for the spark."

"I see car people."

Trooper York's Word of the Day




  1. characterized by vulgar or pretentious display; designed to impress or attract notice.
    "books that people buy and display ostentatiously but never actually finish".
  2. Conspicuous consumption - "she is so ostentatious that she would go on a boat with Robert Wagner and not be afraid that she would not float.

Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Screw Covid.....Let's Dance...with the Devil

Marilyn's Diary

 I could never understand why my Uncle Herman got tired of banging my Aunt Lily. I mean she was a very sexy woman even thought she was 650 years old. Now I know he loved my young and nubile body but he should have had enough spunk to throw one to Aunt Lily now and again.

She got increasingly frustrated as he began to ignore her. She would dress provocatviely and act all sex kitten like when she made him his dinner. He was oblivious to it all. He did keep sneaking up to my room and sticking into my tight virgin pussy so he got off but it didn't do anything for Aunt Lily.

When Uncle Herman up and left us for that whore Carol Herman it was a shock to all of us. No one more so than to  Aunt Lily. She went off the deep end. Her sexuality came to the fore. She didn't care anymore. Eddie was grown up enough and had his own concerns. She wasn't worried about me. So she indulged herself and as a succubus she could get pretty indulgent.

She would host orgies with that New York ad man and his French Canadian wife. Charlie would bring all the girls. That Squeaky was a stone freak. Aunt Lily would lounge around all day in her sexy underwear masturbating openly in front of everyone. It got to be a little much. I have to admit I was not immune to her charms. 

Every once in a while I would have a little munch.

Of carpet.

I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks For to get a big dish of beef chow mein

As our good friend and Western Historian edutcher could tell you chow mein is an American invention not a Chinese one. Much like chop suey it was a dish popularized in California during the Gold Rush where the chinese  cooks would whip something up for the hungry miners with whatever was on hand.

Chow mein and chop suey were staples of old fashioned Cantonese style Chinese food. That was the food that most Americans were familiar with in the 1950's and 1960's when they went our for chinks. It wasn't until the 1970's that Szechuan and Hunan styles became popular. The spicy Szechuan style become very popular in the mid seventies when I was first starting out as an accountant, My boss Eddie Deutsch was an old style Yid who had about twenty Chinese Restaurants as clients. We would go there with our adding machines and green ledger papers and do the books in between the lunch and dinner rush. That's right. I would bring an old school adding machine with an extension cord to add up the ledger that I would write by hand. No computers. We didn't even have calculators. Just pencils and paper.

When we would come in the waiters would run around like General Taso's Chicken without a head and shout "Eddie Kuaiji Si" which means accountant in Chinese. We would find a table in the back and set up shop. One of our joints was on 46th and Second Avenue. In fact it was his first client and was a feeder for new businesses. A waiter and a line cook would come to work there and learn their trade. Then they would start their own place somewhere in the City and of course they would want us for accountants. So we would get a new account somewhere in the Bronx or Staten Island. This was the time of full service sit down Chinese Restaurants before they started hole in the wall take out joints that seem to be on every other block these days.

Anyhoo the workers would all come out to eat their lunch during this time. They would all sit around the big table and they would put a big bowl of something in the middle of the table. Everyone would have a small  bowl of rice and would fish out stuff with chopsticks and put it in the bowl. When I say fish out I really mean fish out as it was usually fish heads or some other offal that I would never eat in a million years. So they would bring me a plate and it was often Chow Mein.

I make my own Chow Mein these days. I make it West Coast style which is with soft noodles which is often called Lo Mein on the East Coast. The other kind is with fried noodles which is mainly what you get when you order it in New York. It is called Hong Kong style. In any event it is a lot better than fish heads or tripe in brown sauce.We can't eat good greasy Chinese food with MSG anymore. It is not gluten free and the wife can't have it. If I am going to get anything on the sneak it is gonna be pizza so say goodbye to fried dumplings or chow mein.

But at least my hair is perfect.

Trooper York's word of the day



  1. characterized by vulgar or pretentious display; designed to impress or attract notice.
    "books that people buy and display ostentatiously but never actually finish".
  2. Conspicuous consumption - "he is so ostentatious that he shoots 4x8 sheets of plywood using 9mm ammunition".

See also, filling one's tank with premium gasoline.

Monday, May 10, 2021

Trooper York's Word of the Day


  1. not able to be saved, improved, or corrected.
    "so many irredeemable mistakes have been made"
    inveterate · habitual · confirmed · hardened · incurable · unreformable 

Nancy Pelosi wished Willie Mays a Happy Birthday

 Nancy Pelosi issued a statement to commemorate the 90th birthday of former San Francisco Giants Superstar Willie Mays.

"I would like to congratulate Willie Mays on his 90th Birthday! I long remember when he gave me my golden ticket and I enjoyed all of his fabulous candy. I believe he eventually went on to found Girdadella chocolates a landmark company in San Francisco,. Say Hey Willie!"

Sunday, May 9, 2021

Hectoring the Achaeans

Back in 1961 I watched an episode of "The Twilight Zone" entitled "A Penny for Your Thoughts". In that epi some schmoe played by Trooper's favorite Darrin Stephens, Dick York, tosses a quarter into the money box, it lands on edge and sticks there. This one-in-a-million shot allows Dick's character, named Hector Poole, to read the thoughts of those around him. Great gift, eh? Anyway, you all know that episode backwards and forwards, so it is just here to kick off this round of Hector-ing. 

We all remember the original Hector (Ἕκτωρ) from "The Illiad", wherein it is claimed that he killed 31,000 Greek fighters and who was in turn, killed by Achilles, the heel! 

Lousy painting with good horses. Peeps in those days were known to get stabby. Take that, Hec!

Back when I used to make round objects I purchased a book entitled "Ceramics" by Ettore Sottsass. I bought it because the book is filled with large photos of the work Sottsass did in clay - very colorful, very geometric, and I must say, very different. Open the book to any page and you will see things the likes of which you might not have seen before. 

First, my apologies for the lousy photographs - I looked online but can't find good ones. He also worked in glass, and there are some nice pictures of his glass work available. I read his Wiki page and I have no idea what language that started out in, but it ended up in gibberish. It is a very confusing mess. 

It turns out that Sottsass worked in design for much of his 90 year-long life. He fought in WWII, was in a prison camp, saw things that most of us never want to see, and some how came out the other side able to work and be creatively productive for decades. He was very innovative and the objects pictured here are such a tiny portion of his output as to almost be insignificant. 

The book I have also has some of his writing. He was a very quirky writer. Once again, what is presented is actually the writing of the translator, but unlike the Wiki page, there is a true sense of Sottsass consistent through all of the chapters. He was a character, and in some regards, I wish I could emulate his nonchalant nihilism, but I wouldn't want to go through a war to obtain that attitude. He had a great knowledge of the history of ceramics and the role he played in that history. Great perspective on how things come and go, how they change, and pass from this world. I recommend his essays if you can find them.

He was part of many design groups and movements, probably most famously, Memphis. You may remember such works as:


I remember that work as I was studying furniture design when they hit the world. That work is so different from what preceded it as to be revolutionary. It certainly speaks to its time, and while it seems to have faded, its influence is still rattling around out there.

So what the heck does this have to do with the Trojan War? Ettore is the Italian version of the name Hector. How about that!

The group was named after this song.

I have posted this many times, but think of it as ear bleach.

One more thing - during the time I lived in the vicinity I learned that the name of the city is pronounced "Me-uh-fus". It's easier that way.

Joe Green, just because he is Italian.

Oh, no, he's ba-a-a-a-ack

 OK, batfans, know I'm preaching to the choir, albeit one tired of hearing it, but I think this stuff is important.

First, we have a video. I hate having to watch videos because they disturb the house and you can't carry them around like hard copy (or Geraldo or A Current Affair).

This, however, is different. This kid is what Barry Ozero was supposed to be. Not only is is bright, clean, articulate, and without a trace of negro dialect, but he's actually smart, he actually thinks for himself, he actually researches stuff.

Talk about my kinda guy.

But now to the tape. He shows us how the fix was put in. And then he talks about how the Constitution protects us from this. But, best of all, he gets mad. Mad at the party hacks called judges who refused to hear these cases all across the country because we are being robbed of our rights.

His channel on YouTube is Behizy. He is going after all the states involved in different videos; AZ, especially, but also GA and PA. I urge you all to take a gander.

OK, this second item is off Gateway. And this is very nifty.

You may or may not remember how PA had to admit that, in the last election, it came out with 200,000 more votes than voters. Now multiply that by 20.

So we get news from Gateway that the Census, which is supposed to be the Voice On High for vote tallies (Gateway shows that's pretty much a crock) is 4 million votes short of what is claimed to be the official tally.

And, yes, Virginia, it gets better. If Donald Trump got 74 million votes, according to Fake News, supposedly, the lying dogfaced pony soldier got 80 mil, right?

For that to happen, of the 255 million Americans of the voting age population in '19 (add maybe 3 mil for '20), of which 60% of them would have had to have been registered (also according to the Census), to get ~153 million votes cast, there would have had to have been 100% turnout.

Statistical impossibility, right?

So, why is this all important. We all know the Lefties running the clown car in DC have been doing stuff that is already making life in this country bad on a geometric scale.

And it's going to get worse. Gas prices are going up. Commodity prices are already up 3.5%. The lying dogfaced pony soldier may not understand that stuff because he's lived off government his whole life, but the average working stiff does. The fearmongering about Bat Soup Complaint goes on and now we're told to watch out for all those variants.

The lockdown persists, Deep State Dwarf says we'll be wearing masks forever, and people are going stir crazy, witness all the mass shootings.

BLM and Antifa are the Demos' SA.

By summer, I think this country is going to be looking for another alternative to the lying dogfaced pony soldier. And, no, I don't think it's Chlamydia. Even the Demos seem to be worried about her. You see Heels Up even less than FICUS. 

And the first time you have not only another Ashli Babbitt, you'll have another Rosanne Boyland, Benjamin Phillips, and Kevin Greeson, and maybe more.

And Trump's announced he's going to start up the MAGA rallies again.

The truth is coming out and, even at Insty, you're seeing a lot more attention paid to the Democrats, going back 100 years, who got us in this mess.

But that kid at Behizy. Young, black, and he's not shilling for the Demos. He's the future, I think.

Mother’s Day Three

Happy Mother’s Day Two

Happy Mother’s Day!

Saturday, May 8, 2021


 Oglaf again, of course.

Wednesday, May 5, 2021

Musing on muses

 Of course, we know that sculptors had muses:

Late in his life Aristide Maillol met his last muse and made many sculptures using her as his model. This is one of "Three Nymphs" which can be seen at the Hirshhorn museum in D.C. 

Rodin's muse was the gifted sculptor Camille Claudel, who also worked with him on such pieces as "The Burghers of Calais". I can't find a good picture of the marble bust he carved of her, but what a bust it is, if you get my drift...

Gaston Lachaise met his muse on a steamship while crossing the Atlantic. You can look up his work, I am not posting any of it here. Suffice it to say I got kicked out of a sculpture studio for imitating his sculptural style, so we'll just leave well enough alone.

In dance, choreographer and dancer Bob Fosse met his muse, collaborator and wife, Gwen Verdon, and they performed many memorable numbers:

This is "Who's Got The Pain" from the aptly, and need I note, reduntantly named "Damn Yankees". Bob has a great vertical but Gwen holds her own in this number - she is hot! And a redhead, but those of you with color vision know that.

Let me add, I have seen this movie a couple of times and I still don't have any idea what this number is about, what it signifies, why it is in there, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is Gwen Verdon. And the choreography is pure Fosse.

Okay, one more - I was just wandering around the internet and found this one - once again, I have no context, no idea what it is, but the woman in the "Aloof" moves in a way that I find beguiling. I was around in the 1960s and I never saw anything like this, but then again, we were country.

This is what we were doing during those years:

Watch for my cameo at 3:15.


I photographed tonight's sunset while I was out running laps. 

WKRLEM: I need a new muse

Trooper York's word of the day



  1. To continue consuming foodstuffs.
        "First she ate supper, initiate dessert."

Tuesday, May 4, 2021

I Need A New Muse


From Oglaf, the go-to webcomic for those of us whose sense of humor was arrested at the twelve-year-old-geek stage.

Monday, May 3, 2021

Trooper York's Word of the Day

 pith VERB

  1. urinate.
    pass water · go to the loo · go to the toilet · go to the lavatory · relieve oneself · wet one's bed/pants · wet oneself · cock/lift its leg · go · do it · spend a penny · have/take a leak · shake hands with an old friend · answer the call of nature · pee · pee oneself · pee one's pants · piddle · have a piddle · widdle · have a widdle · tinkle · have a tinkle · wee · have a wee · wee-wee · have a Jimmy (Riddle) · have a slash · have a wazz · whizz · take a whizz · micturate
  2. Pithy: slang ANGRYPISSED OFFwas acting pithy

    slang IRRITATINGANNOYINGpithy bureaucratic hassle
It ith important that every potht on thith blog be pithy. If it ith not pithy, then pith off. Beware letht commentth be thut down! I will thtamp my foot! Tho there!

Some might say

 That it is not about the Civil War. They are wrong. 

Notice that these grown men are wearing masks outdoors. They are kneeling at the behest of a communist organization during the playing of the American National Anthem. 

They are not Americans. Baseball has transformed itself into an anti-American organization. Anyone who continues to support these communists is, by word and deed, supporting the overthrow of our republic. 

Sportsball is a disease more insidious than the make-believe Chink flu and far deadlier, in the long run.

Sunday, May 2, 2021



My apologies for the repetition, but I have been listening to different versions of this tune today. Here it is on a Steinway. What's a Steinway? About 800 pounds.

Also, there is talk that A. Soler did not write this work, the one for which he is most famous. Ain't life funny? 

This woman memorized the entire piece. No dots for her! I really appreciate what she is able to do with the dynamics available on the piano. She is an impressive player.

On Blog Connects, May Day Musings, and Comic/Cosmic Wonder: Fire or Ice?


I laughed out loud when I found this at Powerline.   I was in the middle of writing about Michigan's Backorders and Vaccuous Challenges.   And there it was: Creativity, Lived Reality, and a Political Mayday all portrayed in one half empty or half full glass!  You decide.

Other Connecting Opinions on the Matter, Overheard at Levity: 

"Warm weather is coming. And I think it's going to get hot."

"This crap is pushing me towards..."

On Art Links, Blog Connects, and Moments of Wonder: One Herc or Another? Some Seppo or Another?


Saturday, May 1, 2021

If it ain't baroque... know the rest.

The first - a work for harpsichord and percussion. Note that the only way to increase the volume of the harpsichord is to double up the number of strings being played simultaneously. Monika handles the changes between manuals very smoothly - she is a treat to watch. Plus the instrument is an absolute beauty.

An orchestral work by Boccherini:

That's it - I just wanted to end the day with a musical interlude.

I got to thinkin' about home today

 My cousin from Mississippi called again today and I got to tell her some more stories about her father, who was my father's younger brother, and who died when she was quite young. It's always good to talk to her and think about times past. She's a good woman who has a good family and she seems pretty happy with how her life is going, and that makes me happy. 

I told her about how her father, my uncle, a Marine who fought on Tarawa and Guadalcanal, used to amuse himself and scare the bejesus out of people who were visiting him in his office. One afternoon I was the target, as it were, of his exuberant prank playing. I was sitting in the guest chair after a hard day of labor in the Delta heat and humidity, totally engrossed in reading a trade magazine while he was closing the books on the day, and next thing I know "KABOOM!" - he had pulled out his .38 and fired it into the floor. You have to understand that the office was a small windowless room, and I guarantee that even a caliber that small will get your attention in an enclosed space like that. I went around to his side of the desk and looked - there were at least a dozen bullet holes in the floor by his desk - this was a favorite pastime of his to keep folks on their toes. I can still remember him laughing at how far I jumped out of my chair. Good times...

We had a nice sunrise this morning - I rarely take pictures of sunrises or sunsets - since I deleted my FB account I have no place to publish them, so there you go. But I saw this one and took the picture. 

I had to drag out about a mile of garden hose today - I have been using my watering can to water my trees but the drought is getting so bad that I had to break out the big guns. I have lost trees to drought in the past and I don't like it. I have been here 10 years and I have planted and transplanted a bunch of trees and I will do what it takes to keep them alive. 

My father, having been born in Mississippi in 1915, pronounced words differently than I do. For example he pronounced the word "drought" as "drow-th", not a common pronunciation, but not unknown. Comedian Jerry Clower said it the same way, he was born in 1926 in Mississippi, so there is some proximity in time and space there.

I couldn't find a recording of Mr. Clower using that word, but I did find this bit, which was a joke my father used to tell, of course, with relatives of ours in the main roles:

Jerry Clower.

I see that while I was typing this MamaM has posted about life in the gulag, and all I can add to that is our governor, Boy Cooper has now lifted the requirement that we wear masks outside (thanks for "allowing" such freedom, you commie bastard) and maybe someday we will be allowed to go maskless indoors, which is something I have been doing all along.

An oldie, but still relevant:

On Selling the Goods (and the Science!), Challenges Faced, and Whiffs of Coercion

We fired up the old orange lawn tractor yesterday to mow the lawn for the first time and mulch up the leftover leaves.  Thankfully it started, as it usually does, like a champ on the first try. Good thing too, as word is the price for this year's best selling model of orange riding mower just went up another $500.  And the stashed mower inventory, intended to last through June, is on the verge of being depleted.  While Michiganders are big into self-reliance these days, with sales to match, there’s not enough inventory available to meet demand. Metal store fixtures needed to expand and open new locations are through the roof pricewise and difficult to find. Office equipment is also on the rise, with computers similar in style to those purchased six months ago, now up another $900+ and on backorder.  Michigan stores specializing in outdoor adventure equipment and vehicles can’t get stock in to sell.  Polaris UTVs, normally parked like ducks on the lawns at MI dealerships in May, are nowhere to be found, with delivery dates on paid orders out 4-6 months.  And new Ford Trucks assembled in Detroit are currently being stashed in parking lots, awaiting an essential computer chip before full assembly can be completed.

Michigan is currently experiencing a severe shortage of tech, trade and service workers with 2000 jobs open in our county alone and no one available to fill them.  Our local pizza shop began closing on Tuesdays due to lack of workers, and this week the neighboring Taco Bell, which has had a steady stream of income from take-out traffic since the shut-down, had to close for a day due to lack of staff.  While all this may sound small and random, they're indicative of significant changes to the bigger picture here in MI and elsewhere that are starting to add up.  

This week Gov. Whitmer rolled out her catchy new MI Vacc to Normal Challenge.  Visually, it looks good, impressive even, as if everything is under control.  She’s a whiz at coming up with slogans, posters, and ways to pass the responsibility she holds on to others.  And all that's required of smart Michiganders in order to have their rights returned and get “vacc to normal” is for them to take a shot or two, and go after those who don’t.  Then and only then, fourteen days after the 70 percent goal has been attained, can the state wide mask mandate finally be lifted.  And who wouldn't want that?  Leaving me to wonder, “What’s normal”? And how does a state that’s had the rug of regularity,  productivity, and accessibility pulled out from under its feet, find what it needs to stand and climb anywhere?  Is there a whiff of coercion with this?  One that smells strongly like the scent of a 2 or 3 year old’s unchanged diaper?  

As of Apr 26, Michigan’s face mask mandate now requires children ages 2-4 to wear a mask in all public places, including schools, childcare centers and camps.  Just how clean and cootie free those little masks will end up being after 2 hours, much less a day of use, is for those who devote themselves to focusing on The Science to figure out.  Anyone who's attempted to put socks and shoes on (or any item of clothing for that matter) and make sure it stays on a child going through the Terrible Twos is familiar with the amount of insistence and energy that sort of venture involves.  Is the new tiny mask requirement a way to encourage battle-weary parents who’ve previously been resistant about taking the Shot, to finally give in and get it, in the hope of being able to someday take their child out in public or send them to child care again without a mask?  Who knows what drives Whitmer’s responses and edicts?   Last year at this time, she was intent on blocking the sale of seeds, paint and other home & garden merchandise while prohibiting motor boat use, and sending elderly Covid positive residents back from hospitals to unprotected nursing homes as part of her effort to slow the spread.

Listed below are the four vaccination-based milestones that make up her latest Challenge. 
It’s hard to believe other states have managed to find their way back to more health and openness without them!  Interestingly enough, a report from a loved one in Atlanta, who regularly travels between MI and GA (where no state-wide mask mandate was ever in place and restaurants are now fully open with a reduced distancing requirement of 3'6" ft.) said the employees in the national chain stores in that area are still wearing and requiring masks, while the smaller stores and restaurants aren't.  Today, as he was entering a local GA restaurant to lunch with other maskless customers, he noticed the sign in the window advocating mask use was marked with in the corner!   

  • 55% of Michiganders (4,453,304 residents), plus two weeks 

  • Allows in-person work for all sectors of business. 

  • 60% of Michiganders (4,858,150 residents), plus two weeks 

  • Increases indoor capacity at sports stadiums to 25%. 

  • Increases indoor capacity at conference centers/banquet halls/funeral homes  to 25%. 

  • Increases capacity at exercise facilities and gyms to 50%. 

  • Lifts the curfew on restaurants and bars.   

  • 65% of Michiganders (5,262,996 residents), plus two weeks 

  • Lifts all indoor % capacity limits, requiring only social distancing between parties. 

  • Further relaxes limits on residential social gatherings.   

  • 70% of Michiganders (5,667,842 residents), plus two weeks 

  • Lifts the Gatherings and Face Masks Order such that MDHHS will no longer employ broad mitigation measures unless unanticipated circumstances arise, such as the spread of vaccine-resistant variants.   

Friday, April 30, 2021



Sixty's talk about his beloved big bamboo put me in a mood for some vintage Cheech and Chong. Their second album, called "Big Bambu," hit the record shelves in 1972, just around the time I hit middle school. It was perfect puerile fodder for imitation. I used to know these skits by heart and could recite them doing all the voices. Good times. 

Thursday, April 29, 2021

Trooper York's word of the day


  1. relating to, living in, or suited for both land and water.
    "an amphibious vehicle" · 
    • (of a military operation) involving forces landed from the sea.
      "an amphibious assault"
    • Having the ability to use either hand.
    • “Left hand, right hand, it doesn’t matter. I’m amphibious.” – former NC State basketball player Charles Shackleford.
  2. When better educations are got, State will provide them.

  3. Since Trooper no longer has his hands full I assume he can use either hand.

Betty Rubble is a Dirty Girl


Betty likes to drink.

Betty likes to have fun.

One time Betty went to the Bed Rock Inn and had a couple of shots of tequila and passed out.

The next time she did the same thing and she passed out again.

When she came in the next day the bartender asked "So do you want some tequila."

Betty said "No when I drink tequila my pussy hurts the next day."

Betty Rubble is a Dirty Girl.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Grazing at the old Grit place

 I took some pictures of things growing in my yard. Stop by and help yourself:

First up - alliums - these are the flowering sort:

The flowers are similar to the flowers on onions, garlic and ramps, only huge. That makes sense seeing as how they are all in the same family:

Next, bamboo shoots - these are the stobs sent forth by the giant Japanese bamboo I planted 10 years ago - they grow very rapidly and I have to cut them out of the ground every day otherwise I will trip over the ones that grow in my running track:

Next, green or spring onions - I mentioned that they are numerous in my yard - yet another allium, prolific and pungent:

CL mentioned poke weed - as I have written here over the years, I grow bumper crops of that plant in my yard - I would not advise consuming any portion of these plants - they are very toxic:

Today's picture of the bamboo shoots - they will be four feet tall within days, then thirty feet tall within a month.

Appropriate music from our family friend.

Speaking of grazing.

Euell Gibbons eats a pine tree. I read his book. I shop in stores, thanks.


I just went out back to take some more pictures:

The stobs have grown taller since this morning:

This rhizome burst through the surface since I was out there cutting them out this morning:

This is what the sprouts in my next door neighbor's yard look like right now. They will be gone next time he mows:

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

On Remembering Egypt, Saltless Manna, Open Boxes, and Glimpses of More


The closing of the comment box at Althouse happened within a week of Chip Ahoy’s last entry on his blog; and both events left me with a strong sense of sadness, ending, exodus and loss.  

The online presence of a number of commenters whose stories and opinions I’d been reading for years (more than ten for some of them) was suddenly gone.  What followed was a lot of missing.  Missing that included recall of some of the familiar memes and themes presented in the past; along with some recognizable moments in the present that appeared to tie in to the known interests, issues and concerns others had expressed.  Among them, an Egyptian Cat, a Food Story (with pics) on Salt,  a Recall of Butter Moments, along with other Signs and Wonders.

From there, thoughts on Egypt and Leave-taking brought me back to the story of the Israelite’s Exodus, where they reached the desert part of their journey and started to remember with longing some of the good left behind, to include memories of the cucumbers, melons, leeks, onions and garlic they’d enjoyed while enslaved. This happened while they were experiencing the ongoing and everyday sameness of  daily provision received in the seemingly miraculous form of manna. The story, recorded in Numbers 11, is intriguing.  Even though Moses and Yahweh both start off on the same page,  Moses reaches the end of his rope first, and lets fly with the ancient  version of  “Just kill me now if this is how it’s going to go!”, while Yahweh responds to the grumbling, discouragement and lack of trust with “What? You think my arm is too short?” When all is said and done, a solution (albeit with consequences) involving a different kind of provision is found, and the journey continues on toward the Promise of Something More in the face of loss and change.  

I experienced something similar this week after coming across the addition of an emailed comment on a recent Althouse post.  It was written by someone whose opinions I’d come to regard as thoughtful and thought-provoking over the years. And finding it brought back a sense of familiar connection; while also providing meat from the sky with the recommendation of a new book out, written by a 95 year old German theologian, entitled Resurrected to Eternity:  On Dying and Rising.   

Fifteen years ago, following my younger brother’s death from blood clots and anaphylactic shock after taking a newly approved antibiotic (one later given three black box FDA warnings), I was left looking for a way to process that death and loss.  At that point, the religious teachings I’d received and held in the past left me with more questions than answers.  And that prompted me to set aside the boxed set of what I thought I knew and believed, and start looking for more.  I started by reading collected accounts of Near Death Experiences from a variety of people with different backgrounds and religious beliefs.  Then, with the impending death of my mom coming down the pike, I expanded that reading to books about death written by doctors, nurses and hospice workers, which meshed with some of the mysteries and oddities I encountered with her, including her conversations with deceased loved ones just prior to the start of morphine and her passing.  

All of this to say, I ordered the book in the hope it might hold a helpful thought or two to consider, and possibly add to the collection of beliefs, experiences and hopes I now hold. If it doesn’t, I’ll set it out as meat for another to try by leaving it in the Little Library Box near the studio.  

The expression on the face of the embalmed Egyptian cat below, who appears to be looking for the next box to jump into in the Great Beyond, portrays how I’ve often felt in my own search for more on that subject.