Sunday, April 16, 2017

march of the jiggle ohs


I'm still not sure of the spelling of the topic (i.e., "Jiggle ohs,"), but it's phonetically sound so it must be OK, according to my way of thinking. I believe that if you take care of the sounds, the sense will take care of itself, and vice-versa.

That may sound like nonsense, especially when you learn that Lewis Carroll had a hand in it, as he originally wrote it, but believed the other way, that is, he believed the versa, and wrote "take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves." But that in itself is a corruption of ye olde English witticism "Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves," which also makes just as much sense upside down as right side up.

But forget all that; I'm probably just confusing you for no purpose.  So here, without further ado or b.s., is the march of the jiggle ohs.


Wednesday, April 12, 2017

yew and the moonlight

"Good Night -- Sweet Dreams," is a photo by Kit Brice.


A better name for it might be "A Beautiful Nightmare." 

The central pictorial element, the yew tree, is universally known in the west as the primary tree in cemeteries, and as such is a death symbol.

Plus I have always found the moment or hour when the full moon is obscured by clouds and is seen shining behind them as ominous, mildly frightening by itself, and suggestive of death.

There's no denying the beauty of this scene, but it's scary as well.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

ptoo! waugh!

This goat may have a limited vocabulary, but he's an awfully effective communicator.  I wonder if he's as fluent in English as he is in Spanish.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp0Bt2cbcc8

picobo -- i c yo


This is (I think) Picabo Peak. From a few miles north of it she looks like a cat gazing southward at tucson.

Saturday, April 01, 2017

"you call this a gummint?"

...was the question Huckleberry's intoxicated father ("Pap") kept asking during his last few drunken days on earth. It's a better question now than it was then, because it's painfully easy to answer -- "No, I call it a mess." The best semi-objective view of this mess I've seen ran as a front-page op-ed by Elizabeth Williamson in today's NY Times.

It may sound paranoid, but I'm convinced that the cob at the top is deliberately causing this clusterfuck, to punish us "little people." We've been so ungrateful, such a bothersome crew, we may as well all be Berniecrats. The fact that some of us still identify as conservative Repugs mitigates nothing.  After all, who are the worst people in Congress?

You thought the job would be as easy and as much fun as campaigning: surprise surprise! Watching 6 hrs of TV a day and tweeting all night don't match the job description, and if we don't pull this turdlet out of that office and send him packing next week, the fault's in us.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

no wheels

Folks flock to Phoenix because there’s money here, and lots of it. It’s a city heavily populated by fleshy white people with gluttonous ambitions who drive around in brand new cars that cost more than what my bungalow would sell for. They fear brown skin and live in gated communities. Their own skin rarely touches sunshine or wind. They move from an air-conditioned residence to an enclosed garage to their air-conditioned cars to underground parking garages to air-conditioned buildings.  I always figured that if you don’t feel the        elements, you shut down inside.

Go to Amazon or Powell's Books (Portland, Or) to support this first-time Phoenix author.

Monday, March 06, 2017

the ides of march

"The Ides of March are come, old man." 

"Aye, Caesar, come, but not gone."


--Julius Caesar, Act III, scene one  





If you're like most of us, you can be forgiven for not knowing a thing about what's likely to occur on March 15, 2017. The national government's ability to borrow any further money ends that day, and the next debt ceiling crisis looms as the temporary agreement engineered by Obama and John Boehner in 2015 runs out.

I watched 3 or 4 hours of network news yesterday & never heard a word about it. We're now in countdown mode (Zero minus 9), and I'll be watching the dinner hour news and trying to determine who is the first to give this story front-page play. Other than Jim Kunstler, no one seems to have picked up on the gravity of this crisis.

And that's the second thing I'll forgive Americans for today. "Why is this a crisis?" they ask, knowing that disasters in the past due to the debt-ceiling running out were fairly easily avoided, and could be again this time. All it would take is for Congress to agree to raise the debt ceiling.

But unless you're one of those who thinks it's possible to get blood out of a turnip, you know why THIS Congress will never raise the government's ability to borrow.  This means that on March 16, 2017, we'll be living in a country with huge debts but no income, and by June we'll be dead, stone broke and in total default mode.

Unless we get rid of at least half this government and replace it with one able to accept reality, and maybe even deal with it to some degree, we're looking at a variation on the theme "Weimar Republic, 1923." Either way there are rough times ahead.

Friday, February 03, 2017

krap

Are you feeling this way too? Many who wouldn't admit to having a negative feelings lie awake in the small hours wondering what they ought to pack for FEMA camp.

This feeling is most intense when I read the list of cabinet secretaries Trump says he wants to appoint. Typically, these are dweebs with ø gov't experience, whose only qualification is fantastic riches. For example Betsy Devos, his choice for Education Secretary has no gov't qualifications, though she must know something about how to dismantle education since she's been pushing charter schools for years.