Thursday, September 19, 2019

¡No Pasaran!

Erik writes the left forcing Marianne Williamson to walk back her comment about the right being nicer to her than the left proves her point.

Except he phrases that as interrogative.

He quotes Jim Treacher describing the left as difficult.
Lefties are awful, especially to women. No insult is too cruel. No lie is too insane. Anything goes. Then lefties project their own behavior onto their political opponents, and congratulate themselves for condemning it. They're lunatics. Whereas conservatives, who don't agree with Williamson's policies at all, are decent to her because she seems like an okay person. They're able to separate the person from the politics.
Whatevs. That doesn't describe me accurately. I am awful.

More philosophizing at this link right here.


Jordan and Meadows discuss the House Dems after the Lewandowski hearing

It's fun.

Sort of.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

A car bashed through the front doors of Trump Plaza New Rochelle


The driver got out of the car and then sat on one of the sofas in the lobby. 

Come to think of it, what else is there for them to do?

Apparently police interviewed the driver right there on the lobby sofa.

And that makes people think this another of those elderly accidents in which one reaches the realization that it's time to give up driving.

If you click through the link you'll see more posts that get into details as they become available. 

The rise of Chick-Fil-A

I've never been to this chain but I'm interested.

Maybe I'll hop in my truck and go there.

But then I'd pass a Sonic on the way and I'd be tempted to get a few of their chile dogs. And that would blow the whole project.



Here's the thing that I think is *high pitched* s-t-e-e-e-w *low pitched* pud. 

An activist spray painted across their pristine building, "The taste of hate."

What a hateful thing to do.

Don't you think?

How can one do that sanctimoniously without sensing hatred within themself? 

Did Chick-Fil-A go to their house and spray paint, "the taste of cock"?

How good can a fried chicken sandwich be? 

It's breaded cutlet on bread. A cutlet presumably marinated in buttermilk. I'm guessing. So, two breads right there. One of the bread is deep-fried. Better for the cutlet to be un-breaded and to be ensconced within an interesting salad, then surrounded by bread. 

Or for the un-breaded cutlet to be part of a nice crispy salad with interesting varied unexpected elements such as apple or pineapple, mango, crispy cucumber or berries and nuts, and the bread to be in the form of crunchy croutons. 

It's just that there is so much that can be done with chicken cutlet that's better than slapping it on white bread with few pickles. The whole thing doesn't even make sense. 

Now I want one. To confirm my chicken-cutlet on bread bias. 

Hey, Christian dudes. Read me some scripture while I am here.

I'm telling you, I cannot overstate this: Ordinary people whom you might not regard as particularly religious, treat me so graciously that it blows my mind. And this happens every single day. Most noticeably when I step out in public. Obviously. There is something about my look that evokes a response that is usually characterized as Christian, but I believe it is simply human. 

It's like God is making angels on imperfect earth. We are being spiritualized. It starts with an internal question, "God, what should I do?"

I honestly don't think that I look that pathetic but apparently I do. 

I don't need, or want or ask for anyone's help but it comes to me. Like I am a help-magnet. People look for ways to be helpful. People train their kids on me. "Hold the door open for the man, Honey. Step out of the way, Honey, so he can get by." 

People inside of restaurants see me coming and they get up from their table to open the door for me. 

Inside they help me around.

Going outside, the same thing. 

I keep hearing how the workers at Chick-Fil-A are more gracious than other fast-food places, they smile more, they say the right things more, but from my point of view, people are gracious everywhere. Everywhere. 

For example.

My brake line went out at Red Rocks Park but I didn't realize how serious the problem until 3/4 the way home where Golden Triangle Auto Repair is nearby. The brakes got worse and worse by the block as I made my way there through intense traffic. I pulled up in the back to an open bay.

Vastly relieved. I thanked God for helping me get there safely without issues.

A guy came out of the garage to chase me away as I was getting out of the truck. He was cross and aggressive. I must move my truck.

"Oh man, am I ever lucky I made it. I just want to get down and pray. It was like an angel was with me the whole way. My brakes went out!" 

The young man switched personalities immediately. 

Boom, complete transformation.

I just needed to leave the truck where it is and give him the keys. I can walk around to the front myself. Nobody is allowed to walk through the garage. Because it's a complete f'k'n mess with crap all over the place. Literally all over the place. Not a single clear inch to step. I'd much rather simply walk around the whole building than shortcut through the garage into the office. 

But he thought I needed the shortcut. 

So he took my arm at the elbow and carefully led be through his clutter. 

Most uncomfortably. He was freaking me out. I don't like being handled. 

But I allowed him to lead me through the clutter. Step. Step. Steppy-step. Step. Step. Step. Like I'm a blind man. He saw me safely to the office where I gave them the keys. 

He took care of me. In his way. 

Everyone does. 

I attract this kind of assistance. 

So from my point of view, everyone has a Christian heart. Even atheist do. The maid service woman who came here today to set up the service is Ethiopian Muslim and she shows the same Christian heart. The direct one-on-one goodness of people blows my mind. And it took becoming decrepit for me to see this very real beauty in people. 

Sudden surge in stats

It happens, a sudden surge for something random.


Sometimes view source is helpful but most times it's not.


Keywords show only three people trying to see "cocaine" in the song.




Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Cowboy cut jeans

What does cowboy cut mean?

What makes them different? Because photos of them all look the same.

I have a pair of these and they're my favorite jeans, but in a previous waist size. So they sit there folded unused until homeostasis weight is restored.

As if.

If I get one guess, then I'd guess cowboy cut means the legs fit over cowboy boots.

     "Is that your final answer?"

Yes. Final answer.

Heddels.com/dictionary/cowboy-cut/

Cowboy cut is a style of jean made by Wrangler.

Designed and tested by real cowboys, root'n toot'n rustle'n rodeo dudes.

The jeans feature
     * high back pockets
     * tapered leg from knee to to bottom to fit over boots
     * wide space between front belt loops so big fat honking extravagant belt buckles can fit
     * smooth round rivets
     * extra room in the seat and thigh for big butts and to make riding more comfortable

Why high pockets? To hold more while on horseback.


On Unfolding Light and Creative Connections

In the farmer's market
each booth creates a world of smells,
a little universe of color, root, and leaf,
a song of music or of thread,
the scent of flowers, the smell of bread.
Each center breathes out its own creation
ringing out and overlapping every other,
a world of worlds to every other world singing.


And so among the people as they stroll
and as they go, and as they work and walk
accustomed streets and subway platforms,
each creates a little world that ripples out
and fills the world, a world of worlds.
Each one chooses, as you do, their colors,
gravities, aromas and their givens..
The world you live in others do as well.
Be mindful of its song, its light, its smell.


from Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light


Regardless of which shoes we are wearing, how we present ourselves, what we see and hear (distorted or clearly, from within or without), who we love, what we hate and whose accent we most despise; in the long run, we’re all in the market together, each choosing, as we do, our colors, levities, gravities, aromas and givens. While the size of the booth, stall, post or canvas may vary and be a part of what matters, what comes in and what rolls out from us in ripples and waves is what matters most. The image below, of Corot’s small painting of the Cathedral of Chartres, is posted here as the result of mention made by ricpic in comment on another thread. When I looked the painting up, I was intrigued by all it held and conveyed, the composition and the content, along with the invitation to see, acknowledge and understand the heart of the creative process. It not only affirmed the words above which arrived just ahead of my first view of this work, it fit with the quote below read yesterday in the book, The Creative Connection, Expressive Arts as Healing by Natalie Rogers.

As I prepare to travel across the Lake by high speed ferry to attend a week long painting class in WI, I will be carrying with me the thoughts and encouragement generated by these encounters.
“Let’s look at the profile of the conscious creative person.  This individual:
  • has self awareness and self esteem
  • is self-empowered, which means taking risks to think and act independently
  • looks for new solutions to old problems, uses intuition as well as logic, playing with ideas, being inventive, and thinking holistically
  • can lead yet be co-operative
  • listens to, understands, and empathizes with differences while maintaining his/her own value system.
  • facilitates communication between individuals of differing views by helping the parties involved hear each other at a deep emotional as well as intellectual level

Steve Bannon with Kyle Bass

Bannon has insight into Chinese leadership that I haven't heard anywhere else.

Trump Rally Rio Rancho New Mexico


The entire rally is great. Some are greater than others. This one greatly great. You can watch it on YouTube, [trump rio rancho] 

RSNB was knocked off of YouTube for some bogus teeny-weeny copyright violation. You can watch through them if you like on their Twitter. 

Monday, September 16, 2019

Ancient Egyptian decorative figurine statue

That is the title for this little bust on eBay.


Five inches isn't that small. 

It's larger than most of the shabti statues, the statues of little helpers in afterlife. 

If you had hundreds of shabti to help run your estate in the afterlife, then you'd have shabti overseers as well, to organize the other shabti. 

What a racket.

The statues cannot be too large so they don't overwhelm the Chia pet rams arranged in a row as sphinxes. Check em out, Checkemouters, Flickr [luxor rams]

The little replica Egyptian statues are arranged in heaps as if shaken by earthquakes and sunken as Alexandria was. Duckduckgo images [sunken alexandria]

So my aquarium is similar to both Luxor and Alexandria sunken. 

The pump output creates a current overhead. The spaces between the Chia rams offer different degrees of relief from the current based on their position and the other things clustered around them and over them. I'm still adding things to make more hiding places and rest areas and the plants are still growing around them. 

I can stack things up around the Chia rams to create a real mess. 

Only a few statues on eBay are suitable for this. Most are rather cheesy. Most are painted bright colors. They don't look like they've been lost underwater for two thousand years. But when I saw this one I didn't even have to think. Just buy it. 

It's a fairly good copy. Although simplified. And as usual the face isn't exactly right.

They don't say in the description that this is Meritamun, Ramses' daughter by his chief wife, Nefertari. 

Some places describe Meritamun as Ramses' chief wife. 

I saw the real statue in the Ramses exhibition in Denver decades ago and when I walked up to the real statue I was blown away. She was a true beauty. An extremely privileged individual. And you can tell by the statue that she was love with a love that is intense. 

One of the things about being a pharaoh is you marry all the best women in the country and all the countries that want to hook up with you. Nefertari was the hottest woman in Egypt. So of course her daughter is going to be bee-you-tea-full. Knock down drop dead gorgeous. And she was. How could it be otherwise? 

No need to idealize the beauty of Meritamun. No. This was real. 

The museum didn't mention it, the museum guide didn't mention it, and all the pages describing this statue don't mention, and the eBay description doesn't mention, they all neglect to mention her necklace says "beautiful" a hundred times. 



It's so obvious. It's right there. It veritably slaps you in the face. Yet nobody mentions it. 

Those little gold dangling things are the hieroglyph "nefer" meaning beautiful, good, pure. Her mother's name has the word "Nefer" in it. And her necklace writes the word in gold a hundred times. 

Come on!

Meritamun was so beautiful her jeweler says it a hundred times.

Is that beautiful or what? 

Here's the real statue.


Anyway, to the bottom of the aquarium with you.

KLEM FM


My ticket stub is undated, but a little sleuthing and the Sunday clue let me date that concert as February 14, 1982. Valentine's Day. Another clue is the price: $9! That's a bit more than I was used to paying in the 70's. By then, rock stars had real drug habits to support.

I'll never forget my date that night. She got wasted and spent a good deal of the concert puking her guts out in the ladies room. Then I sat with her on the steps in the hallway ringing the Coliseum, getting her back to normal. I missed most of that show, though I was there in spirit.

RIP, Ric. Here's my favorite song/s:


I always liked the way that the two songs melded together on vinyl.

Dog house aquarium



The tank is for a veterinarian office. 

Hobbyists let them have it in comments. 

Mail order steaks



Creative people

Man, that clay guy has great hair.