Happy Feet - The Jews Brothers Band
Happy little tune, snappy little video. I got this from a Joseph's Machines video. Bayou Renaissance Man got me started.
P.S. The tune is from Paolo Conte who has appeared here before.
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|Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman, left, and Russian President Vladimir Putin at the G-20 summit in Osaka, Japan, on Jun. 28, 2019. Jacques Witt/AFP/Getty Images|
|Chinese Communist Party celebrates 70th anniversary|
"Dictatorships foster oppression, dictatorships foster servitude, dictatorships foster cruelty; more abominable is the fact that they foster idiocy." - Jorge Luis Borges
Writing is Revengeby JMSmithThe Orthosphere
I have been reading Theodore Dalrymple since his first and I think best book, Life at the Bottom. Dalrymple’s style of irony worked best when he wrote as a prison doctor reflecting on his patient’s self-deception, since the gentility of his bourgeois diction contrasted with the degeneracy of his underclass subjects in a way that was both amusing and instructive. When Dalrymple retired, moved to France, and began to write about bourgeois culture and the petty vexations of his bourgeois life, this style of irony worked less well, and has sometimes lapsed, I fear, into a degree of cranky pomposity.
But many of the articles he now publishes at Taki’s Magazine are worth reading, and the article that appeared this morning is one of them. His subject is, as usual, a petty vexation of his bourgeois life, namely a loudly complaining woman with whom he was trapped on a train from the south of France. Dalrymple tells us that the woman was at first a source of irritation, since he was attempting to read, but that he accommodated himself to her loud and ceaseless grousing by resolving to make it the subject of an article.
For as Dalrymple says near the end of the article that he did, in fact, write:
“Writing helps one to endure what might otherwise be unendurable . . . . the knowledge that you are going to write about something unpleasant puts a screen between yourself and your own experience.”
This is exactly right, for I daresay most writing is undertaken as revenge. Apart from a certain facility with words, the writer’s greatest needs are to be constantly rankled by life, and to endure the pain of this rankling by anticipating the pleasure of written revenge. Written revenge is by no means limited to mockery, satire and vituperation, for genial and generous words will often serve to settle the score.
I known that thinking I will post it on the Orthosphere helps me endure many inanities and indignities that would otherwise drive me to drink.
Dalrymple fails to note his kinship with the obstreperous woman on the train, but the truth is that he is every bit as much of a public complainer as she is. That he does it with greater art cannot disguise this. Nor can the fact that his complaints appear in print and hers are broadcast to all within earshot of her hotly vibrating larynx. She takes her revenge on the world in loud vituperations; he takes his in mordant scribbling.
And I am able to endure the likes of both of them by rubbing my hands, cracking my knuckles, and anticipating my revenge.
|Exploring old water damage|
|A loosely enforced cordon sanitaire during a cholera epidemic in Romania, 1911|
For one, both physicians and patients were often hesitant to bring attention to cases. “Physicians are not reporting their cases to prevent homes from being quarantined.”21 (Note: At the time of the 1918 influenza pandemic, the separation of the ill from the general population, what is now referred to as isolation, was termed “quarantine.”)My immediate reaction was "what kind of bullshit is this?" Quarantine was a perfectly cromulant word, one that has a very specific meaning. It's also a word that everyone knows, or should know, and now you want to substitute some mealy mouthed euphemism. Isolate? Really? That's what you do with an engine when you don't want the whole machine to vibrate, or to a variable in an algebraic equation. Even if you restrict the meaning to a person, it's still vague. I mean, take away their cell phone, that will isolate them pretty well. Very irritating.
|de Havilland DHC-6 Twin Otter|
|Jerry Edgar talking to an airport copper|
That's a Fouga CM.170 Magister sitting on the other side of the fence.
|Brian Micklethwait's multiple self portraits|
|Toilet Paper Roll Butterfly|
|Wall Street Bull|
The business-first side, meanwhile, cites lost dollars. [doom & gloom from the banks] One Federal Reserve official, Mercer Bullard, said yesterday that unemployment could reach 30%, the highest in American history. (During the Great Depression, joblessness peaked at 24.9% in 1933.) These numbers feel like an almost self-inflicted wound given that just four weeks ago, the economy seemed headed to another year of healthy growth amid the longest expansion in American history. - Abram BrownAnd before you go quoting the number of dead, remember that in the USA, 7,500 people die every day.
|Hoffritz Knife and Liberated Sink|
Portion of Granite Countertop at upper right
Note missing rivet in handle
|Crew, rig, and trailer full of granite|
|Samsung Galaxy J7 Crown|
|Belle and Sebastian The Party Line|
|Bill & Erma Bombeck|
|Corona Virus is as deadly as the Spanish Flu|
|No, it's not|
|Putting out fire with gasoline|
|Dow Jones Industrial Average for the last year showing the precipitous decline in the last month|
Gustav . . . was a German statesman who served as Chancellor in 1923 (for a brief period of 102 days) and Foreign Minister 1923–1929, during the Weimar Republic. He was co-laureate of the Nobel Peace Prize in 1926.A couple of black & white clips of the original funeral were included in the show.
|Joe & Thomas from Mr. Rooter, hard at it|
|1969 Dodge A100 Van|
|Old Electrical Outlet|
|Monument Valley Arizona showing the "Mittens"|
|Via daily timewaster|
|Mental Arithmetic in the Rachinsky School - Nikolay Bogdanov-Belsky - 1895|
|KivuWatt and Kivu 56 Power Stations|
". . . which mysteriously appeared at precisely the time the UK and US governments were desperately trying to get rid of me as Ambassador, just a couple of weeks after I had been finally cleared of all the false charges with which the British government had attempted to fit me up."and I think 'who is this guy'? This guy is Craig Murray, former Ambassador from England to Uzbekistan. What a job, a diplomatic posting to the back of beyond. How do you manage to stir up so much shit from the middle of nowhere? He must be an energetic guy to get so many people mad at him. Anyway, from what I've read, he seems to have a brain in his head, so we seem to be mostly in agreement.