tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58376606088094887532024-03-18T19:58:22.302-04:00The Adventures of Roberta XThe further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.comBlogger8564125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-46072022336448993262024-03-18T09:28:00.000-04:002024-03-18T09:28:09.463-04:00Ain't This Nice? Today, my knees barely want to work. They're been increasingly painful and stiff in the last couple of weeks and today, I'm getting zinged every time I move. It kept waking me up last night, despite OTC pain meds. All on top of a near-blinding headache.<br /><br />
Presently, I'm on both aspirin and acetaminophen, the latter only a few minutes ago. If it kicks in, great. If not, I'm back to bed and, and to doc-in-a-box later. With a history of rheumatic fever, manifesting mostly as pain in my knees, this kind of thing means I need to have an M.D. listen to my heart and make sure that critical item isn't running rough. <br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-25461413179757340532024-03-17T17:46:00.006-04:002024-03-18T09:20:11.832-04:00The Ads Keep Getting Worse It's raining <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%BChrerprinzip">Führerprinzip</a> out there. Indiana's a Republican stronghold, at least at the statewide level, and so the real contest for Governor and Federal office (in the Senate and most House districts) is in the GOP primary. The Governor's post is up for grabs this year, the generally moderate and careful Eric Holcomb being term-limited, and a jostling crowd of eager contenders is after it.<br /><br />
They're egging one another on. While the general election is a time to emphasize a candidate's* broad appeal, party primaries are just the reverse: contenders vie to be more partisan than their peers, or at least they do if they've got the budget. If an opponent adopts an extreme position or outrageous presentation, why, the thing to do is lean that way, too, but even more so.<br /><br />
<a href="https://ballotpedia.org/Indiana_gubernatorial_and_lieutenant_gubernatorial_election,_2024">The race for the Governor's office</a> is illustrative. The pay's not that great, though the job does come with a nice mansion fronting busy Meridian Street and full-time police protection, and they are fighting for it tooth, claw and AR-15. While current Lieutenant Governor Susanne Crouch has dipped a tentative toe in the advertising waters, stressing her strong law-and-order, Trumpist-Republican credentials, "outsider"† Eric Doden, former President of the state's <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indiana_Economic_Development_Corporation">Economic Development Corporation</a>, has performed a remarkable turn in his ads, from a kindly paterfamilas emphasizing that his grandfather was a preacher and detailing his work fostering a young woman from the Third World to a series of apocalyptic-looking ads that focus on President Biden as a dire problem, the border as a crisis and contrasting his unflinching support of law enforcement with "outsider"† Senator Mike Braun's dabbling in the mildest of <a href="https://www.law.cornell.edu/wex/qualified_immunity">qualified immunity</a> reform, demonstrated by highly edited snippets from Braun's interview by former Fox News opionator (and Putin apologist) Tucker Carlson. Meanwhile, Braun himself uses processed video to share his image of America under Biden as a hellscape of smuggled fentanyl and invading migrants, touting his strong leadership and love for our police forces as a solution (and never mind what the governor of a landlocked state far from any national border could do about those problems). And "outsider"† Brad Chambers, former Indiana Secretary of Commerce (and another Economic Development Commission politico),
also wants you to know he's a true law-and-order man, ready to take on Red China toe-to-toe as only the Governor of a smallish state can.‡ All of them tout their loyalty to the GOP's hetman, either directly or by implication.<br /><br />
At least two of the last three are warning of an imminent threat from "men in women's sports," using a fourth-place finishing college swimmer -- not a native of or resident in Indiana -- as their prime example. But that issue looms most literally larger in the campaign ads of Chuck Goodrich, hoping to move up from the Indiana House to the U. S. House, displacing the occasionally-moderate Victoria Spartz in the Fifth District. I'm still not sure about the source of this obsession with a handful (if that) of high school and college athletes in other states, but Rep. Goodrich's scare ads depict 6' 1" Lia Thomas towering head and shoulders over three other swimmers -- in truth, the average competitive college-age female swimmer is 5" 9", only four inches shorter.§ Why the misleading edit, followed by big-scare material over allegations about High School basketball game in Massachusetts, in an Indiana election? At a guess, to get people riled up, over a primary in which the only difference between incumbent and challenger is that the current office-holder has a little more sense of how to get things done in Congress. Lacking any substantive issue, he trots out boogypersons, tweaked for maximum shock value.<br /><br />
All this culture-war hype is just hype. Yes, China's selling drug precursors to any narco with the cash to buy them, but you can't fix that from the Governor's office in Indiana. And our border with Mexico is indeed a mess -- thanks to various screwed-up Latin American governments and an official border policy based on laws that have not been updated in over forty years. When a compromise was worked out in Congress recently, the Republicans (many of whom had voted for it) shot it down, apparently at the request of Presidential candidate Donald Trump, on the grounds that half a loaf still undercut his desire to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhetoric_of_Donald_Trump">run a scare campaign</a> over border issues (and many other ooga-booga items). Whoops, GOP, you lost the high ground on that one. The trans stuff is no more than an updated "satanic panic:" take something scary and weird, and blow it up into an issue based on fear rather than facts: in this case, a teeny-tiny minority about whom much is rumored and little known, with no political power and less money, of whom the most visible members are about as scary-looking as <a href="https://www.poughkeepsiejournal.com/story/news/2015/07/12/eleanor-roosevelt-gun-owner/29953377/">Eleanor Roosevelt</a>. Unaesthetic? Sure, but so are a lot of people. It's hardly a threat to the nation, or even the womenfolk thereof. We've got 'em well outnumbered. And yet it all gets mashed up like a bad parody of a WW II Axis propaganda piece, with marching soldiers and scary foes, framed in scratchy red and black borders as overwrought voice-overs speak of onrushing doom -- unless we vote for the Man On Horseback....<br /><br />
The voting booth isn't supposed to be a bullshit shop but increasingly it is on the Republican side, and it's making the regular grabasstic Democrats look like marvels of political competence in contrast. As a political "outsider"** I count on there being two mostly-sane, reasonably-adequate political parties, one leaning conservative and the other tilting progressive, keeping one another honest and between them managing to steer a path between wild new ideas and stodgy tradition. I did not sign up for one of them to go luridly nuts and I don't approve of it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* Originally typed as "candifate," which is, ouch, a little too close.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">† Each one of these guys wants you to know they're an "outsider," untainted by the normal give-and-take of politics and the inside-the-Beltway intrigue of Washington, D.C., and each one of them is, in fact, involved in politics right up to their armpits -- or eyebrows, in Senator Braun's case. Their assertion of being on the outside looking in is howling bullshit that doesn't survive even the mildest scrutiny, which they are counting on most voters to not undertake.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">‡ While our Governor is better-off that way than, say, <a href="https://wordhistories.net/2019/08/23/how-many-divisions-pope/">the Pope</a>, it's hard to imagine the Indiana Guard's 14,000 soldiers and airpersons being much more than a before-lunch diversion for the two-million-plus active troops of the PLA. I think we're going to need the help of at least 49 more states and the regular U. S. armed forces to take 'em on.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">§ The tallest female swimmer competing in recent years was Russian <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yekaterina_Gamova">Yekaterina Gamova</a>, at 6' 7" or 6' 8". She's better known for volleyball and I don't know anything else about her other than what a quick websearch finds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**No, dammit, I really <i>am</i> outside; the closest I ever came to inside politics was when my Mom
was appointed Township Assessor and I helped measure building foundations and stuff
envelopes.</span>Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-13829807146224837442024-03-16T09:47:00.008-04:002024-03-16T09:47:56.155-04:00Behold, The Happy Finn It's a stock bit of news filler currently showing up all over the various newsfeeds: the people of Finland, or at least the ones who respond to surveys, are the happiest people on Earth.<br /><br />
There may be happier people on the planet, but they're not picking up the phone or, more likely, they haven't got telephones. Or the Internet. <br /><br />
Finns I have known -- nearly all of them "black Finns," which is to say dark of hair and eye and with a different set of ancestors than the stereotypical Scandinavian -- were taciturn, hard-working, focused people, most with a great love of caffeine. But the sample size is too small to extrapolate from.<br /><br />
An acquaintance who spent some time in the country, learning about an industrial automation system his employer had purchased, found the people he met to mostly be fine folk, good to know and fun to be around -- and reported most of them drank more than anyone he had ever met; and he was no slouch at that activity himself. So possibly that's it, and we're all going to be very sorry if happy Finland ever quits drinking and wakes up grumpy with a hangover.<br /><br />
This theory does account for their ferocity in the Winter War with the Soviet Union, booze supplies being somewhat irregular during wartime.<br /><br />
Of course, there's no reason at all to assume happiness is incompatible with ferocity; the two can get along swimmingly. That might be the most frightening thought of all. I'm sure glad they're on our side.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-23311646781435569632024-03-14T08:09:00.002-04:002024-03-14T08:14:41.097-04:00Don't Feed The Reaper I want magic. I want some phrase or string of characters that will choke any Large Language Model that goes to ingest my blog posts and social media content as grist for its mill. I want helping out AI -- or not -- to be a conscious choice.<br /><br />
You, I don't so much mind. Not even the nutjobs; your fantasies, if large enough and askew enough, will crash into reality some day, and either get straightened out or drive you mad. Problem solved.* The problem with AI is there's no ghost in the shell. Nobody's home. And the other problem is, there are no corrective consequences for an AI coming unmoored, and so we get seven-fingered human images, legal cases that never existed, and complete howling bullshit instead of facts. The LLMs go drifting off into hallucination and when it happens, the big players laugh like schoolboys pulling the wings off flies and talk about tweaking their models -- I'm not sure if they're talking about adjusting the software that writes the programs that hack the code to run AI, or about their lurid private lives, and I don't much care.<br /><br />
This blog is out there on the public Internet and I can't keep it from feeding the beast. I want to feed the beast stuff that will make it choke. <br /><br />
No thanks for the "help," either; last night I did some graphic design for work and converted the result to a PDF for better compatibility with my employer's software and hardware. Of course the default PDF viewer is Edge, and the New! Improved! Vitamin-fortified! Edge comes compete with a pop-up AI assistant, eager to please and completely clueless. I only wanted to check that the PDF conversion process had gone okay. Instead, I had a stupid banner filling nearly a third of the screen on top of what I needed to see, making offers that had very little to do with the task at hand. I had to stop what I was doing and go look up how to turn the thing off and stuff it back into its bottle, where it is unlikely to remain for long.<br /><br />
We live in a hallucination already -- our raw sensory information is an overwhelming flood, visual field jumping around like a stray dog's worth of fleas, feeding into a brain and mind that blank out the wild chaos of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saccade">saccades</a> and build a detailed map -- a map that can have flaws, as I learned when my undiagnosed cataracts caused a "suddenly appearing" car while I was bicycling, it having been hidden in the growing blind spots my mind was smoothly filling in. All of our other senses work the same way, but it all gets reality-tested, over and over, in ways that range from damaging impact to a friend yelling, "Stop! Stop! CAR!" AI doesn't get that correction, nor does it get the adrenaline dump (or worse) that underscores its importance. Get back to me when your large language model learns how to get bruised -- but I doubt it ever will.<br /><br />
And that's why I don't want to help the thing. It's a blind robot. It will never not be blind, no matter how much it sees.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* Of course, occasionally enough people go crazy enough that they do enormous harm. This often requires a war to sort out in tears and blood, and it's terrible. As a species, we strive to do such damage less and less; as individuals, most of us abhor it. It's in groups of intermediate size where we get into horrific trouble.</span><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-23867612311179977862024-03-13T09:14:00.001-04:002024-03-13T10:29:53.713-04:00What A Surprise Mr. Trump and Mr. Biden have clinched the Presidential nomination of their respective parties. Quick, everyone act surprised about this -- it'll make them so happy.<br /><br />
Come November, both men will be older than Ronald Reagan was at the end of his second term of office, so let's get all the doomsaying over age out of the way now. No matter which way things go, an old guy is going to win the office.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-77768340025033695222024-03-12T07:26:00.002-04:002024-03-12T12:42:04.386-04:00Call It Dry Chili It's not that dry -- but it's not a stew or a soup, either.<br /><br />
I hadn't done any meal-planning yesterday and I arrived at the market with an open mind. They had 93% lean ground beef in pound and a quarter packages, which is a good start for a quick meal; but what next?<br /><br />
The store wasn't our corner grocer, but different one about a mile away. They lean a bit foodie and a bit organic, and they have good prices (and quality) on semi-prepared items. In the produce area, they had diced mixed bell peppers, some salsa starter consisting of an assortment of tomatoes, onions, mild peppers and seasonings, and Pico de Gallo, with tomato, onion, garlic and jalapeno peppers. The packages were about three-quarters of a cup each. I had a few Porcini mushrooms left at home and I picked up a small pack of fresh fancy mushrooms (Alba Clamshell).<br /><br />
Almost zero prep. Mostly brown and drain the beef -- the drainage was nearly all water, not grease, so they weren't kidding about how lean it was -- push it to the sides, add the cut-up mushrooms and brown, mix with the beef and push to the sides, then add the (rinsed) peppers, saute and stir in, and do the same (except for rinsing) with the salsa starter and Pico de Gallo in turn. The end result is flavorful with a little heat from the jalapeno pepper. I microwaved some Spanish-style rice and had mine over it; Tam ate hers plain. I used some mixed "Italian" seasoning on the meat but no additional salt, since the tomato-based condiments were salted in the making, as was the rice.<br /><br />
If you added tomato sauce (and some chili powder), it would be in the chili universe. With olives, raisins and a little cloves for seasoning, it would be nearing <a href="https://twowheeledmadwoman.blogspot.com/search?q=picadillo">Picadillo</a>. But this is its own thing, and it made a nice change.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-76206877640508108162024-03-11T08:38:00.000-04:002024-03-11T08:38:03.176-04:00So There's This One Thing There's one thing Lovecraft got right. His prose is decried as turgid; his political opinions, especially early on, are loathsome (and a matter of some contention).<br /><br /
> But H. P. Lovecraft was right about "impossible colors" and <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impossible_color">you can see them for yourself</a>.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-60611121272141892312024-03-10T13:53:00.000-04:002024-03-10T13:53:16.283-04:00Pork, Roasted Saturday, I made three-hour roast pork* and it came out especially good.<br /><br />
The meat was a three-pound Boston butt (yes, funny name. Also under four dollars a pound, so laugh all you like.) I seasoned it with a couple of tablespoons of low-sodium soy sauce, black pepper and a little coarse salt. It was at that point that I discovered the plastic bag the butcher had put it in (before wrapping it with wax-coated paper) was leaking. I'd intended to let it sit a little. Plan B!<br /><br />
My <a href="https://fromourplace.com/collections/cookware">Perfect Pot</a>† came with a nice roasting rack, and was ready to hand,. Rack into pot, pot on burner, Boston butt into pot, burner on medium, lid on pot. I cleaned up the mess (not much -- love that butcher paper!) and pondered vegetables. Before I set the lid, I put some rosemary on the pork roast for luck and added a dab of hot water from the teakettle to the bottom of the pot.<br /><br />
A half-hour (and some dishwashing) later, I peeled a large, purple-topped turnip, cut it onto large chunks, sprinkled it with smoked paprika, and added it around roast in the pan. I took my time peeling and sectioning a nice sweet apple, layered it on top of the turnip and tapped a little garam masala on it. The particular mix I buy smells almost like an apple pie and hides a touch gentle heat from the cloves. You can use any kind of apple for this, as long as it has a lot of flavor -- tart or sweet works fine. Avoid the overbred, bland ones and look for oddball varieties. There's been an explosion of options in supermarket apples in recent years and I have never been disappointed.<br /><br />
You do have to mind the heat and moisture. After loading the turnips, I turned the fire down to low when the pot started to simmer, and every time I had it open, I checked that the bottom hadn't gone dry. With a good-fitting lid and fresh vegetables, you won't have to add much water, if any, but keep an eye on it. <br /><br />
I let the pot simmer while washing and sectioning -- but not peeling -- a large Russet potato. I laid it on the other veggies and gave it and the roast a little garlic power. (Fresh garlic would not be out of line, but use what you have.) A red onion curt in large pieces followed, and about a dozen "baby carrots," the smallish, tumbled ones sold in a bag. I put the lid back on and let it come up to a simmer.<br /><br />
Next up, a <a href="https://www.loveandlemons.com/what-is-fennel/">fennel bulb</a>. I'd bought an especially wild example, with a wild explosion of fronds. I washed a generous handful of the fronts and laid them on top of the pork roast. Next, the bulb, cut in sections and the tough core removed, layered around the roast on the other vegetables.<br /><br />
Lid back on, the pot simmered until there was only an hour left. At that point, I poured in a couple of cups of good chicken stock -- I used some fancy <a href="https://www.kettleandfire.com/products/mushroom-chicken-bone-broth">Mushroom Chicken Bone Broth</a>, but any good chicken stock will do (and it's worthwhile to shop for price -- MSRP on bone broths is shocking). I sliced and added a half-dozen large mushrooms, but it would have been just as good without 'em. The steam rising from the pot was mouth-watering.<br /><br />
After three hours, I checked the roast with a thermometer: 200°F in the center, which is plenty done. I took the meat out, removed the net, and let it rest while I set up the table for dinner, then cut it and served slices of pork with vegetables and plenty of broth. The apple, turnip and fennel bulb are especially good. The turnip and potato absorb flavors from everything else; the apple transforms them as it cooks down soft and the flavor borders on indescribable, an unexpected delight.<br /><br />
The leftovers filled two freezer bags, and will come back as stew tonight and soup later on. On reheating, the apple tends to dissolve, thickening and enriching the broth.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* My basic rule for roasts is an hour per pound. With a probe-type thermometer to check for done-ness, it's as much of a guide as the task requires.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">† I like the Our Place non-stick cookware, but all you need is a good, heavy-walled stewpot with a rack and a decent lid. Heavy enameled iron cookware will do a great job, as will well-seasoned cast iron. The goal is a cookpot with plenty of mass and thick walls, to distribute the heat well all around the food. The grill version of this can get away with a thin-walled granitewear pan, enamel over steel, because the covered grill provides steady, all-around heat. An oven would work just as well as a covered grill, and a heatproof heavy pan is okay in either. This is as much a matter of budget and taste as it is of finding the right tool.</span><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-32494747710639998182024-03-09T12:35:00.000-05:002024-03-09T12:35:17.408-05:00State Of The...Distraction For over a century, Presidents mailed it in. While Presidents Washington and John Adams got up in front of Congress to let them know how things were going and what they thought ought to get done, President Jefferson thought it was a bit too much like the King of England puppeteering Parliament. He sent them a written report and it wasn't until Woodrow Wilson -- pretty much the father of the notion of an autocratic "unitary Executive" -- that Presidents returned to addressing the House, Senate and other high-placed Feds* most of the time.<br /><br />
It used to be fairly ceremonious and solemn. In recent years, it's taken a turn for the performative, from party-color ties to color-coordinated outfits (a quiet and at times charming way of making a statement) to, well, actually making statements: yelling them out or waving signs. The most recent State of the Union address had several choice examples of beclowning, from the tragic to forthright Bozohood.<br /><br />
Despite the spectacle, the speech isn't where things get done; Congress and the President, the Supreme Court and the Cabinet, the diplomats and the Pentagon all have to get back to their jobs the next time the Feds flip the sign over to "OPEN," no matter what the President said, what guests were there or who yelled out what. The mandated task here is for the Present to let Congress know what's up and what he'd like the Feds to do, and presumably they will take notes and pay it as much or as little attention as they ever do.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* The Cabinet, the Joint Chiefs, the Supreme Court Justices and the Diplomatic Corps (all of them?) have standing invitations. But hey, don't worry -- one Cabinet member gets picked to sit it out far away from Washington, just in case. Presumably, that lucky individual's got a list of names to call on to fill the vacant jobs, and most of them won't say, "No thanks, look what happened to the previous crew," when the phone rings....</span><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-90660209376579428562024-03-08T09:26:00.003-05:002024-03-08T13:21:41.472-05:00Television Has Not Always Been Here "Kids today..." Thanks to the Web (what you know as "the Internet" is mostly the World Wide Web, and we had an Internet long before that), thanks to streaming, thanks to handheld devices from smartphones to pads, it seems as if instant visual media has always been a thing.<br /><br />
It hasn't. I'm old enough to remember when TV told us about the big stories at six p.m., and added "film at eleven" for most of them; behind the scenes, a continuous-process developer was running at full speed and photojournalists were splicing the still-damp film, betting the edits would get though the projector without coming apart. Live remote broadcasts were few and usually scheduled far in advance, microwave (or Bell Telephone) technical magic requiring engineers at both ends just to get the connection running.<br /><br />
In 1945, few American cities had a TV station. A couple had two or three, and stations in Philadelphia, New York City and Schenectady had linked up via Bell Telephone coaxial cable to present live coverage of the 1940 Republican Convention; the Democrats held their convention in Chicago that year and the video lines didn't go that far. (In 1944, both parties held their conventions in Chicago, away from the coasts -- and any possibility of widespread TV coverage.) Going into WW II, TV set sales had been disappointingly low: they were monumentally expensive, and most people lived outside the range of the existing stations. Once the war began, manufacturing of consumer TVs was shut down for the duration.<br /><br />
So when I had podcasts playing for background noise this morning and NPR's Ari Shapiro opened <i>Consider This</i> by telling me, "<a href="https://www.npr.org/2024/03/07/1198910685/generations-after-the-first-nuclear-test-those-sickened-fight-for-compensation">On August 6, 1945, a stone-faced President Harry Truman appeared on television and told Americans about the atomic bomb being dropped on Hiroshima</a>," I was....puzzled.<br /><br />
There was a TV station in the nation's capitol in 1945: Dumont's W3XWT got on the air that May, running a test pattern and a recording asking viewers to call the station. No one had done so until Japan surrendered in August,* when <a href="https://www.earlytelevision.org/w3xwt.html">Dumont's Thomas Goldsmith wrote "War is over" on a slide that replaced the test pattern</a>, and the U. S. Navy picked up the phone to ask what all this TV stuff was about.<br /><br />
Sorry, Ari; that video of a grim-faced President Truman telling Americans about the atomic bomb is from a newsreel, and most people didn't see it until they were at the movies, days or weeks after the bomb was dropped, by which time they'd already heard the news on the radio or read it in the newspaper.<br /><br />
You -- and I -- grew up in a world of television. of images from all around the globe that have steadily become more immediate and vivid. I could make a live video call to Tasmania or Mumbai right now, as easily as I'm typing this blog post, and it's no big deal. But it wasn't always that way. There was a time when hardly anyone had a glowing screen in their home (let alone their hand!) and the few who did, didn't get much over it. And it was only a long lifetime ago.<br /><br />
The NPR piece is about the descendants of the people who were downwind (and unwarned) of the Trinity test, families with long histories of cancer -- and zero compensation from the government. They deserve better than to have their stories undermined by a lack of attention to detail.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* Announced on 15 August, though not formally signed until 2 September. </span><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-79635584547505469232024-03-07T07:39:00.006-05:002024-03-10T14:02:03.514-04:00Not Sure I Can Stand It It wasn't the pandemic that broke me. It was the way people went crazy during the pandemic. The already-crazy ones got crazier, and they have dragged a whole lot of other people along with them. The crazy started out political and has become even more so.<br /><br />
2024 election-year politics keeps turning the crazy up higher and I don't know if I can stand it. There's no path back; either I have to hug every drag queen I see, or I have to be petitioning my legislators to outlaw 'em forthwith, and to tell you the truth, I never thought about 'em much one way or another before and I resent having to now. And it's like that these days with every kind of eccentric person there is, from sign-waving hermits to the annoying dude who shows up at every City Council meeting, wanting to make sure none of the city's money has been invested in Raytheon or Israel, DEI or Remington, space aliens or illegal aliens: somehow I have to have an opinion about each of them, and I have to press the government to Do Something, instead of the government sitting down and shutting up unless there's force, fraud or infringements of the Bill of Rights.<br /><br />
Candidates predict chaos, or tell me it's already raging (often in places where it obviously is not), and that only they can wield the strong and unyielding force that will crush it.<br /><br />
Gotta tell ya, I'm not into a government that goes a-crushing. The best and most effective things I have seen governments do in recent years -- and that includes big-city police forces -- happened when they did a lot of listening and a little talking; when they handed out bottles of water instead of a spritz of OC and when they used persuasion instead of force. When they asked rather than commanded.<br /><br />
I'm sick and tired of lies and hate and trying to hammer Americans into a uniform 1950s TV-sitcom mold that we never really fit. C'mon, look again: Andy Griffith and Dick Van Dyke's television personas lived in worlds with plenty of non-conforming loons, of unexpected crooks and high-achievers alongside the workaday scufflers and strivers, and the stories were the better for it. We watched those shows and we saw our neighbors, our families -- ourselves.<br /><br />
Your neighbors are black, white, asian, gay, straight, flamboyant or subdued. They're skinny and fat. They're loud, quiet, rappers and rockers and professors and professional sports fans. They're liberal and conservative and politically apathetic. They're not, in staggering majority, Existential Evil: over 99.9% of the people you meet every day are harmless, one way or another.<br /><br />
And dammit, you ought to be treating them better. You ought to be expecting your politicians to treat them better. You shouldn't be howling for blood and it screws me up so badly that so many of you are that I have trouble gathering the courage to step outside my house.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-47055254622474452322024-03-06T08:14:00.000-05:002024-03-06T08:14:01.163-05:00Big Tent Time Or, possibly, "Huddle under a tarp in a shallow excavation while sleet falls" time. Pick your own metaphor.<br /><br />
U.S. politics really are different, and that's not just by-jingo American Exceptionalism; it crops up in any country with a winner-take-all general election for the Chief Executive. While "Westminster" parliamentary systems generally evolve multiple parties and absent a commanding legislative majority, those parties often end up having to compromise with one another to pick a Prime Minister (or whatever title the head honcho's job has), in "Washington" governmental arrangements, the drift is for two big parties to form (and, occasionally, dissolve and re-form) and the President (or HMFIC, etc.) comes from one of them: we the voters make the compromise.<br /><br />
When it comes to the general election, if Candidate X is from the party you usually vote for, but their polices on some issues repel you, or you don't think their moral character is adequate to the job, your choice is to look over Candidate Y and see if their positives outweigh their negatives for you (and, we hope, the country); or you can choose to protest-vote for a third-party candidate, or sit that race out. That's it. You're unlikely to get everything you want, no matter what you do.<br /><br />
Pick a big tent and climb inside for the show; pick a small tent if you want to register a different preference; stay out in the cold and let the other kids do the choosing. As <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Take_Back_Your_Government">Robert A. Heinlein observed and recommended</a>, if you want to have more influence, get involved with one of the two big parties at the grassroots level and try to steer it your way. By the time November rolls around, your options are limited.<br /><br />
At this writing, Nikki Haley is ginning up to drop out of the Republican primary contest. It is being reported that she does not plan to endorse Mr. Trump -- or anyone else. <br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-75910785862111325012024-03-05T10:11:00.001-05:002024-03-05T10:11:45.279-05:00This And That A reminder that we're not impervious: had Marine Major General Smedley Butler not been disinclined to become military dictator of the United States of America, things might have taken <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Business_Plot">a turn for the worse</a> in 1933, a time when there was a lot of that going around. Any similarity to present-day events is, as they say, "purely coincidental." History doesn't repeat, but it sure does rhyme a lot. Smedley Butlers are not extinct but there are damned few of them -- and we could use several about now. I hope we haven't exhausted the current supply.<br /><br />
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A perfectly good topping for a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on toast: chopped up cherry tomatoes and mild banana peppers, with two to three times as much tomato as peppers and a little mixed Italian seasoning or basil on it. It'll clear the bitter taste of history right out.<br /><br />
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It's Super Tuesday, and what suspense we'll endure: will Mr. Trump and Mr. Biden emerge as their party's choices for Presidential candidates when the results are tallied? Does water run downhill until it reaches bottom? The thrills! <br />
Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-60125919175652526642024-03-04T21:38:00.003-05:002024-03-04T21:38:58.980-05:00Saturday Dinner Our neighborhood grocer has never figured out the need to stock corned beef for New Years. (Heathens that they are, they do manage to have blackeyed peas.) But they always have corned beef brisket for Saint Patrick's day, and they put them out early this year.<br /><br /> That was enough for me. On Saturday, I roasted one in a grill pan over charcoal with potatoes, carrots, onion, celery and cabbage. It turned out well.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTySrqnbrnpjbRgFbc_nRf0ZPVaSuUWT0ZVplbQPkJoJVHv3y_LVY4M0bPcfy82Ezxk76cuToQeSOujhug1iTve4TyuVG_nuPjoGBeIplHCPT1odAoC5ZFtPgV4BkOA8wmvFGIy3GsmAjlXlTqCX61V22vFveceG5utOLuGJnR2W8Sg88FSCKQ16mQMM/s2048/5DE3B5F0-EB4C-4C56-8CBC-88526BD44FB5.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpTySrqnbrnpjbRgFbc_nRf0ZPVaSuUWT0ZVplbQPkJoJVHv3y_LVY4M0bPcfy82Ezxk76cuToQeSOujhug1iTve4TyuVG_nuPjoGBeIplHCPT1odAoC5ZFtPgV4BkOA8wmvFGIy3GsmAjlXlTqCX61V22vFveceG5utOLuGJnR2W8Sg88FSCKQ16mQMM/w300-h400/5DE3B5F0-EB4C-4C56-8CBC-88526BD44FB5.jpeg" title="In the pan, fat side up..." width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFX94sxIbnXXBIgVvivcks-dLPrP-noA_iPkot9WoesJ9tbj8Iebfx1hpzVfYG43hyudjHLEiPVo0Myee994ef7Tsfh7Je0IpJm9D52jJpKPvOmWMHTXkfpuwseWxnpytK_9pU3G6nrcNwdO2dHTLXZPxm83PK4cO0M9f6MbABVgOrUkhmY-Grr0QYkA/s2048/646A7799-B622-4F13-AFD5-803DC70FD2DC.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFX94sxIbnXXBIgVvivcks-dLPrP-noA_iPkot9WoesJ9tbj8Iebfx1hpzVfYG43hyudjHLEiPVo0Myee994ef7Tsfh7Je0IpJm9D52jJpKPvOmWMHTXkfpuwseWxnpytK_9pU3G6nrcNwdO2dHTLXZPxm83PK4cO0M9f6MbABVgOrUkhmY-Grr0QYkA/w300-h400/646A7799-B622-4F13-AFD5-803DC70FD2DC.jpeg" title="...And on the plate." width="300" /></a></div><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-12831461202192063822024-03-03T16:00:00.000-05:002024-03-03T16:00:12.765-05:00Okay, There's One Item Done The gate was an ugly job, but it's done, it swings and it locks. Managed to get the old fence next to it back up, too. And all by myself, thanks to an old cat "tree" type perch and some scraps of lumber to prop it up while I lag-screwed the hinges in place.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-59249928103189084322024-03-02T13:26:00.000-05:002024-03-02T13:26:06.972-05:00Free Range Pretty much the opposite of fences. In this case, for chickens.<br /><center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQC8910J3AkecX_qhivOo4AkuLF8VKHNRBDKG-BAN4OlUvoEvf1vbbIH5XWekZewi8xasNwETHGdl8hOae2zcfR2sRXzXYlcnQ9hiXEMHMSwsHs4j1nYo7IWOTqXJ0Zl4jIgSswz_F68Oj2GpfJkpjk2WJrkE5Kjx62chDsRKjcCDZf-C9IyHaf1Fck9k/s1032/429590901_2571369229707809_8987336059185753741_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="864" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQC8910J3AkecX_qhivOo4AkuLF8VKHNRBDKG-BAN4OlUvoEvf1vbbIH5XWekZewi8xasNwETHGdl8hOae2zcfR2sRXzXYlcnQ9hiXEMHMSwsHs4j1nYo7IWOTqXJ0Zl4jIgSswz_F68Oj2GpfJkpjk2WJrkE5Kjx62chDsRKjcCDZf-C9IyHaf1Fck9k/w335-h400/429590901_2571369229707809_8987336059185753741_n.jpg" width="335" /></a></center><br /> Tam picked up some free range eggs earlier in the week and the yolks are -- as you can see -- screamin' orange. I don't know what the little dinosaurs are finding to eat, big bugs or mice or buttercups, but whatever it is, it's working out. The eggs are tasty and went well in breakfast hash, with a little crumbled bacon, a snipped-up Piparra pepper and some spices.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-35564775281900350962024-03-01T15:30:00.001-05:002024-03-02T08:01:18.967-05:00Border Fence Issues The border of my back yard, that is. There's a nice double gate, where the previous owner kept his fishing boat in the back yard, with heavy 6x6 posts holding each half of the gate.<br /><br />
At least one of them -- and the 4x4 two feet from it that helps hold up a little stretch of privacy fence -- was not quite as pest-proof as could have been hoped. Last winter (or would it be winter before last?), that half of the gate fell over, and I propped it back up. I spent most of last summer trying, off and on, to find a fence company who would replace it for less than the price of a well-used car, and had no success.<br /><br />
It broke again in the storms a few days ago, and took the 4x4 post with it. I'm about halfway through putting in a replacement that should do for a few months, and I'll just have to see what I can do or hire done from there.<br /><br />
So, let's see, that's a large gate and a little fence, plus a bad post or two in the neighbor's fence that they're not going to fix (it's a rental now), a dead dishwasher, a lousy garbage disposal and a very worn kitchen range. Yeah, I'm doing great at home ownership. And it's time and past for a new coat of paint.<br /><br />
A massive advance on an uncompleted novel being unlikely, I'm probably going to have to dip into savings. <br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-72786582352792916442024-02-29T09:36:00.001-05:002024-02-29T21:13:30.553-05:00No, You Are Not United States junior Senator from Indiana Mike Braun is running for Governor. Like just about everyone else, but okay, fine, he's a career politician, running for office is what he does.<br /><br />
His ads proudly proclaim he's an "<b>outsider!</b>"<br /><br />
Yesirree, the U. S. Senate, they're a bunch of....outsiders?<br /><br />
If the Senate was like any other workplace, the day those ads started airing, Senator Braun would have arrived to find <a href="https://www.senate.gov/art-artifacts/decorative-art/furniture/senate-chamber-desks/desks/desk_98.htm">his historic Senatorial desk</a> had been relocated to the steps outside the building.* As it is, the Senators have got too much gravitas and not nearly enough endurance for the exertion, and the desks themselves are too precious for horseplay. But stop tryin' to buffalo me, buster -- if a <i>Senator</i> is on the outside, there's no inside left.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* Fond memories of working as a cable TV line tech, in telephone poles and in muddy ditches. We all carried hammers, to bash in the hardware that held our stuff to the poles and reseat loose climbing pegs, and if your co-workers noticed you "choked up" on the hammer handle, why, they'd helpfully saw off the portion you didn't use. And the next time you pulled that hammer out of your tool pouch and decided you needed more leverage without looking closely, it'd escape your grasp and plummet down. If you were lucky, you'd only need to put in for a new hammer. If you'd parked your truck too close to the pole, a fair-sized ball peen hammer leaves quite a dent in the hood -- or hole in the windshield.<br />
Yes, this is immature BS, bordering on hazing, but the Senate could probably use a little of it. It'll keep you aware of your limitations.</span><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-38290012334030371982024-02-28T12:23:00.003-05:002024-02-28T12:25:44.791-05:00Spanish Fried Rice I needed to make some brunch and a check of the larder turned up a couple of versions of microwaveable rice, a small can of mild green chilis, a little bacon and some of the most amazing eggs--<br /><br />
The eggs rate their own paragraph. I usually buy the house brand from the local supermarket. They've nearly always got free range extra-large on the shelf, typically with brown shells, priced within fifty cents of the "factory" white eggs. They've got strong shells and good dark-yellow yolks, signs that the chickens are probably eating a healthy diet. Tamara's more adventuresome. She has a knack for arriving when the grocery has run out of their own brand and she's liable to pick up unusual kinds. She bought the last batch of eggs, which are free-range, cage-free and possibly running their own little chicken civilization somewhere, red in beak and claw, a terror to weeds, bugs and millet. The "extra large" batch was a little assorted in size, one red-brown and eleven in various shades of blue-green, the latter probably from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Araucana">Araucana chickens</a> or a related breed. The shells are sturdy and the yolks, well. About those yolks: They are a deep red-orange, some of the darkest egg yolks I've ever seen. The eggs scramble up sunset orange instead of sunny yellow, and they taste great. (By the way, <a href="https://www.mcgill.ca/oss/article/did-you-know-nutrition/you-can-determine-colour-egg-looking-chickens-earlobe">the color of a hen's earlobes often predict what color eggs she will lay</a>, though I don't know how that works for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Easter_egger">Easter egger</a> chickens.)<br /><br />
I fried the bacon, set it on paper toweling to drain and poured off the grease before sauteing the already-microwaved Spanish rice and then pushing it to the sides, adding the can of chilis and cooking them down a little before stirring the whole thing together and adding some dried white onion, parsley and cilantro.* Once I was happy with it, I pushed it back to the sides and scrambled three eggs in the middle over high heat, mixed it all together, turned the heat down and snipped in the bacon.<br /><br />
I had chopped Havarti cheese on mine. Tam had hers plain. It was good stuff.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* The usual warning applies: If you have never had cilantro, don't experiment in a meal. Have a taste of the stuff by itself. It tastes "soapy" to a significant percentage of people and pleasant to most others. The difference is genetic. It's not like olives; it's not an acquired taste. It's either palatable to you or it isn't and that's not going to change.</span><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-20221138915928216672024-02-27T19:40:00.008-05:002024-02-28T12:27:45.750-05:00Wikiwander You may be relieved to know that although he could make a strong case for the throne, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quentin_Kaw%C4%81nanakoa">the most-likely candidate to be King of Hawaii</a> instead had a decent run in state politics as a Republican, though he hasn't held elective office for quite some time.<br /><br />
I'm pretty sure there won't be a Royal restoration in that state any time soon.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-54007995303374686092024-02-26T09:05:00.001-05:002024-02-26T11:29:32.780-05:00All Chevron, No Rocker The <a href="https://www.scotusblog.com/2024/01/supreme-court-likely-to-discard-chevron/"><i>Chevron</i> case</a> is looking to be the next former U. S. Supreme Court decision to feel the present Court's axe. Woo-hoo, some folks are thrilled: it's the end of the regulatory state! <br /><br />
Maybe. The general thrust and effect of <i>Chevron v. Natural Resources Defense Council</i> was to let the government's subject matter experts interpret the laws Congress passed and make regulations about those subjects on which they were experts. The courts were generally expected to defer to their expertise, barring some grave injustice. Pull 'em out, and what you've got left are the politicians in Congress (mostly lawyers) and sitting judges (all lawyers) interpreting the laws and regulations, and what the majority of them are experts in, other than Law and Schmoozing, is Golf, with a sideline in Press Conferences. What they don't know about, say, the health effects of tetraethyl lead in gasoline would (and did) <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lead%E2%80%93crime_hypothesis">fill a jail</a>.<br /><br />
While leaded gasoline is unlikely to come back -- and my MGB didn't much mind the lack -- the end of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Legalized_abortion_and_crime_effect"><i>Roe v. Wade</i> may (or may not)</a> have a similar effect. Given that our present Congress can't even manage to keep the government funded for more than a few months at a time, even at the cost of failing to contain Russian aggression, I'm not entirely sure that they can be counted on to do any better a job regulating artificial intelligence, private space travel or food safety; I'd rather Congress addressed the big ideas and left the details to the people who think about that stuff all day long.<br /><br />
The United States Supreme Court might not agree with me. Pundits are saying they probably don't. Then we'll run the experiment at full scale in the real world, and see how that works out. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colossus:_The_Forbin_Project">What could go wrong</a>?<br /><br />
Ineptitude is not a virtue.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-28558827734791898662024-02-25T10:43:00.002-05:002024-02-25T16:11:30.139-05:00Fancy Brunch? No, it's not fancy. But it's darned good. I have always kept a little canned meat in the panty, and from early in the pandemic, I made a point of maintaining several cans of chicken, tuna, corned beef and Spam® on the shelf.<br /><br />
They last a long time, but not forever. You have to rotate the stock. I've got more Spam® than anything and I've been thinking about what it might go with. "Breakfast hash" with potatoes, eggs and diced canned meat is always good, but this morning I realized I'm down to one (1) egg.<br /><br />
What I did have -- and I've been pondering it for a while -- was a microwavable pouch of "Tasty Bite"* brand <a href="https://ca.tastybite.com/product/bombay-potatoes/">Bombay potatoes</a>. This is good old ordinary diced potatoes in a mildly-spicy tomato sauce, with interesting chickpeas for good measure. The flavor palette is somewhere not quite between regular (mild) chili and Cincinnati chili, and I thought it would play well with Spam®.<br /><br />
I diced and browned the canned meat, with a dash of McCormick* curry powder so it could learn the role, microwaved the Bombay potatoes, and mixed them in the skillet, using a tablespoonful of water to rinse out the bag.<br /><br />
It smelled wonderful. I scooped some into a bowl and had a taste: even better! I invited Tam to have some "experimental brunch," and she arrived in the kitchen wondering.<br />
"<i>What's in it?</i>"<br />
"Spam, potatoes, tomato sauce..."<br />
"<i>Any beans?</i>"<br />
Those green chickpeas are impossible to deny. "Some chickpeas."<br />
"<i>I'll have a little.</i>"<br />
She took her bowl and wandered off. I added more to my bowl, covered the skillet and followed her to the office. "So, is that stuff any good?"<br />
"<i>It's tasty! Is there any more?</i>"<br />
There was, and between us, we nearly polished it off.<br /><br />
Next time, I might soak and rinse the canned meat or use the low-sodium version. I might also scramble a couple of eggs and mix them in. It's plenty good made as described -- and given that the usual microwave pouch and can of meat have "best by" dates a year or more in the future, it'll keep for a rainy day treat.<br /><br />
If you want it hotter, you could try the Hot & Spicy Spam® variant, or use hot curry powder. You can even serve it over rice, rice and potatoes being a pretty common encounter in Indian food.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* Why the brand names? Spam's sui generis. India's a big place, and has an amazing variety of cuisines. Indian foods sold in the U. S. are often adjusted to American preferences. "<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curry_powder">Curry powder</a>" in particular is highly variable from one brand to another, and pretty much an invention mimicking the mix of spices a skilled Indian cook might choose. So here are the specific kinds I used, and you may find something else that suits you better.</span><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-68350540350084525722024-02-24T21:32:00.002-05:002024-02-24T21:32:18.872-05:00Supper For A Snowy Day There's a chuck roast simmering under all those vegetables. It came out tender and flavorful.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvebw-mLlhOZmxXcCsUTRmE46UiPoGZKH9Pcvz9DnrIdpbZX0vATf6JOqm3_fvvobT3hJ429g-nZ6GMCEaWHnL2ZhejD82layPq67prxvUVka-Z0Cr24OihLHN9S8B3s2bvrQTnotXvvzMPaJC1SUn7dlRtzt7KQ7IBw0_iBbNM2wTL-bWvyeywzzX8Gc/s4032/IMG_1426.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvebw-mLlhOZmxXcCsUTRmE46UiPoGZKH9Pcvz9DnrIdpbZX0vATf6JOqm3_fvvobT3hJ429g-nZ6GMCEaWHnL2ZhejD82layPq67prxvUVka-Z0Cr24OihLHN9S8B3s2bvrQTnotXvvzMPaJC1SUn7dlRtzt7KQ7IBw0_iBbNM2wTL-bWvyeywzzX8Gc/s320/IMG_1426.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-74072617416220675642024-02-23T08:34:00.001-05:002024-02-23T08:35:01.777-05:00Stop Giving Them Air Just because some highly mockable edgelord type says something mockably antithetical to the norms of a free society, or looks like an idiot, or -- as is so often the case -- both, this does not oblige you to make a big deal of mocking it, with a link back to their original brain-dropping.<br /><br />
If it's something that has to be seen to be believed -- and snickered at for awfulness -- then do a quick screen capture, share it, laugh and move on. Don't feed 'em links. Don't feed their quiveringly-needy egos. Not even if they send you a nice statue for your city park.<br /><br />
P.S.: "Psyop?" If you haven't read Sefton Delmer's accounts of his WW II propaganda-war efforts (accounts sadly limited by the Official Secrets Act), then don't try to tell me what is and isn't a "psyop." But here's a hint: all those TV and online news/opinion hosts don't know, either.<br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837660608809488753.post-35057978168926323522024-02-22T08:37:00.002-05:002024-02-22T08:45:16.420-05:00Falling For The Heroic Narrative For some politicians, it's all <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kayfabe">kayfabe</a>: facade. After years of attacking John McCain, Arizona's Kari Lake made conciliatory remarks towards Meghan McCain, who's <a href="https://www.axios.com/local/phoenix/2024/02/21/meghan-mccain-kari-lake-apology">not having any of it</a>.<br /><br />
The contrast here is between someone who thinks it's "just politics" and someone who takes it seriously.<br /><br />
We're constantly treated to the spectacle of Ivy League scholars in office and running for office who claim to be "just plain folks" and assure us of their disdain for "elites." Yeah, no. Most of 'em are the sons and daughters of millionaires, "self-made" successes who had only a <i>little</i> of the family money or an inside track at a top law firm to jump-start their careers.<br /><br />
I was thinking about how reading Robert A. Heinlein novels made me a bit of a sucker for the rags-to-riches narrative when it occurred to me: with very few exceptions, even his plucky heroes are living pretty well or better. Max in <i>Starman Jones</i> is dirt-poor, the Lermers in <i>Farmer In The Sky</i> aren't much better off, and from there it's a string of middle-class types (Rod Walker in <i>Tunnel in the Sky</i>, Johnny Rico of <i>Starship Troopers</i>, Don Harvey in <i>Between Planets</i>, all three kids in <i>Rocket Ship Galileo</i>) -- Podkayne and Clarke's parents are pillars of their community, Clifford Russell's father is some kind of retired diplomat/spy/polysci prof "married to his best student" and "Thorby" of <i>Citizen Of The Galaxy</i> is a misplaced gazillionaire. None of them are frauds or fakes,* and I suppose J. Random "just folks" Politicians really do like barbecues, cheap beer and hanging out with the likes of you and me -- but not, perhaps, nearly as much as they let on.<br /><br />
Those books were inspiring. The politicians, not so much. RAH was out to entertain you first and foremost and if he gave you some positive notions in the process, well and good, but it was a bonus. Politics might be "show business for ugly people," but it's not supposed to be primarily entertainment. The stakes are real. The kayfabe isn't.<br /><br /> We fall for it at our peril.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">* Okay, Max Jones kind of is, but he also kind of isn't, since he's the real deal when it comes to knowing his trade.</span><br />Roberta Xhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09956807794520627885noreply@blogger.com2