Saturday, July 29, 2006

Taxing thoughts

A friend reviews Little Miss Sunshine today leading me to compare Mary Lynn Rajskub and Renee Zellweger, adding them both to the "Lunch Dates I'd Love" list I begin to wonder who said, "Wanting to meet the artist because you like the art is like wanting to meet the goose because you like paté."  A woman I think from around here somewhere, a novelist, passed on I believe.  Then I begin to ponder why I want
... when a grad student with whom he fell in love fell in love with the second-best Proust scholar
in my friend's review to read
... when his lover, a grad student, dumped him for the second-best Proust scholar
Taxing my brain again when what I really need to do is figure and pay my Federal and State income taxes for 2005.  August 14th draws near.  The weather here today is miserable, there's a real chance taxes might get paid today but who did say that about art, artists and geese?   Ankle deep ponds of last night's rain litter the gray streets during the sunrise walk this morning with gray overcast skies nearly hugging the ground.  Damp, close, windless, a bit more heat and New Orleans or Houston would come to mind.  Ancient gray Schnauzer snoring at my feet now.  Out the window green peppers and clusters of red cherry tomatoes tugging the vines down to where the Westie can graze.  A dog who eats tomatoes, who knew?  Pick tomatoes and peppers or pay taxes?  The morning is young still.  How many taxes could a pepper picker pay, if a pepper picker paid ... 
 
Which is better
a dog who active verb ...   or   a dog that active verb ...
which is correct, does one or the other convey a different meaning?  If there is a rule, can we break it to get a different meaning?  Is it like Uncle Sid's middle aged housekeeper riding along Westheimer from downtown  between Louisiana and Montrose Blvd for the first time, fresh off the plane from Guatemala going to meet her new jefé, eyeing the crowd on both sides of the street saying softly to me, "Mira, Jorge, los femininas.", using the contrast of gender between article and noun to avoid the vulgar M word?  Can we cross languages like that and keep the mood, keep the meaning?  Subtlety, subtlety, all is subtlety except penalties and interest.
 
Taxing thoughts.

Surf's Up! Who's got that coin from the fish's mouth?

Surf's Up!, a call that always interferes with work. Work will always be there but good surf comes and goes.


A nice start from memeorandum a political news summary site with some interesting sister sites.


A few nice runs from the Washington Post, one from three years ago, one from this week

Hussein's Baghdad Falls

U.S. Forces Move Triumphantly Through Capital Streets, Cheered by Crowds Jubilant at End of Repressive Regime

By Anthony Shadid
Washington Post Foreign Service
Thursday, April 10, 2003; Page A01

BAGHDAD, April 9 -- Swept aside by U.S. troops who drove through the streets of Baghdad, President Saddam Hussein's government collapsed today, ending three decades of ruthless Baath Party rule that sought to make Iraq the champion of a modern Arab world but left a legacy of fear, poverty and bitterness.

As U.S. Army troops occupied the west ... -read more-


'Waiting to Get Blown Up'

Some Troops in Baghdad Express Frustration With the War and Their Mission

Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, July 27, 2006; Page A01

"How did it become, 'Well, now we have to rebuild this place from the ground up'?" Fulcher asked.

He kept talking. "They say we're here and we've given them freedom, but really what is that? You know, what is freedom? You've got kids here who can't go to school. You've got people here who don't have jobs anymore. You've got people here who don't have power," he said. "You know, so yeah, they've got freedom now, but when they didn't have freedom, everybody had a job."

Very tubular from Time

World

Condi in Diplomatic Disneyland

Viewpoint: The Secretary of State tells the Lebanese that the blood they're seeing represents the birth of a brave new order. She's convincing nobody
By TONY KARON , Posted Wednesday, Jul. 26, 2006

Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice faced a thankless, all but impossible task in trying to sell the Arab world on the U.S. policy of delaying a cease-fire so that the Israeli military can continue its anti-Hizballah campaign. But her case was hardly helped when she explained that the violence that has already killed more than 400 Lebanese and turned more than a half million into refugees represents the "birth pangs of a new Middle East." Phrases like that and her rejection of the call for an immediate cease-fire on the grounds that "whatever we do, we have to be certain that we're pushing forward to the new Middle East, not going back to the old Middle East" carry a revolutionary ring that scares the hell out of America's allies in the region. It was revolutionaries like Lenin and Mao, after all, who rationalized violence and suffering as the wages of progress, in the way a doctor might rationalize surgery painful, bloody, even risking the life of the patient, but ultimately necessary. Social engineering is not surgery, however, and its victims find little comfort in the homilies of its authors.

-read more-


One final run from an obscure SciFi author

When there is no real hope, we must mint our own. If the coin be counterfeit it still may be passed.
-
Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light, 1968


Why am I having trouble sending tax money in?
OK, W-2's, 1099R's, 1009I's, bank statements, 2004 Intuit passwords, coffee ...
Ready, begin, www.turbotax.com. Who's got that coin from the fish's mouth?

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Gets my attention

In Western literature, the form of the novel is coincidental with the emergence of the bourgeoisie in the late seventeenth century, and this is why, for its first century, the novel is all about birth, possible orphanhood, the discovery of roots, and the creation of a new world, a career, and society. Robinson Crusoe. Tom Jones. Tristram Shandy.

To locate a beginning in retrospective time is to ground a project (such as an experiment, or a governmental commission, or Dickens's beginning to write Bleak House) in that moment, which is always subject to revision. Beginnings of this sort necessarily involve an intention that either is fulfilled, totally or in part, or is viewed as totally failed, in successive time. And so the second great problematic is about the continuity that occurs after birth, the exfoliation from a beginning: in the time from birth to youth, reproductive generation, maturity. Every culture offers and circulates images of what has been wonderfully called the dialectic of incarnation, or in FranÁois Jacob's phrase, la logique du vivant. Again to give examples from the history of the novel (the Western aesthetic form that offers the largest and most complex image of ourselves that we have), there is the bildungsroman or novel of education, the novel of idealism and disappointment (L'Education sentimentale, Les Illusions perdues), the novel of immaturity and community (like George Eliot's Middlemarch, which the English critic Gillian Beer has shown was powerfully influenced by what she calls Dar- win's plots for the patterns of generation that structure this great novel of nineteenth-century British society). Other aesthetic forms, in music and painting, follow similar patterns.

But there are also exceptions, examples of deviation from the overall assumed pattern to human life. One thinks of Gulliver's Travels, Crime and Punishment, and The Trial, works that seem to break away from the amazingly persistent underlying compact between the notion of the successive ages of man (as in Shakespeare) and aesthetic reflections of and on them. For it bears saying explicitly that both in art and in our general ideas about the passage of human life there is assumed to be a general abiding timeliness, by which I mean that what is appropriate to early life is not appropriate for later stages, and vice versa. You will recall, for example, the stern biblical observation that to everything there is a season and a time, to every purpose under the heaven, a time to be born, and a time to die, and so on: "wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him? ... All things come alike to all: there is one event to the righteous, and to the wicked; to the good and to the clean, and to the unclean ...  -read more-

The text above likely tests the limits of fair use and was lifted from the first chapter of On Late Style by Edward Said, posted on The New York Times at First Chapters.  An NYT registration is required to follow the links.  I may have bitten off more than I can digest here but what I've read here will move me toward buying the book.  There is, I'm sure, a vast literature in the history of the novel of which I'm completely ignorant save for Jane Smiley and there, as is indicative of my depth, I have read only the review linked here.  I encourage your recommendations in the area to increase my resonance.

 

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

L'esprit de l'escalier

Mes amis,

Remorse, regret, recrimination are they of any value at all in this party we call life?  Such thoughts haunt me today.  Let the rough side drag, eh?  Ditch the past and run with the moment!

Perhaps, all I really need is a nice ride with the top down to the Bolivar Ferry and back, eh?

Un jour nous serons victorieux au dessus des escaliers, n'est-ce pas?

Le maître de l'esprit de l'escalier,

George

Something worthwhile

Finally, from the daily stream corporate email something worthwhile



On July 25th, 2006, all cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketing companies. If you have a cell phone, whether company owned or not, you will start to receive sale calls, and YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THESE CALLS. To prevent these calls you should do the following to get your number on the National DO NOT CALL List:

1) Call the following number from your cell phone: 888-382-1222. It is the National DO NOT CALL list. It will only take a minute of your time.

It blocks your number for five (5) years.


Or,


2) On the Internet, log onto:
http://www.donotcall.gov/ and follow the on-screen 3 step instructions completely.
Again, it blocks your number for five (5) years.


I would, and you can, register any phone number, not just cell phone numbers, using this information.
Enjoy!

Friday, June 02, 2006

Elephants, Snakes, Blue Candles and Red Feathers

Elephant repellent can be anything you like from the whimsical to the outrageous, from crossing your fingers to an excuse for public flatulence. As long as there are no elephants in view or recalled in recent memory by the audience any action serves to repel elephants. Generally the audience is young and gullible. Snake repellent works about the same way as elephant repellent. Always looking out for an elephant you might miss the snake and get bitten, while always looking down for the snake you might get squashed instead. Looking out and listening for elephants and snakes is hard work but having a repellent is much eaiser. Elephant and snake repellent is great fun but only if it is facetious. Let's go back a few years and search Wikipedia - admittedly not the best reference source but a convenient one - for some recent elephants and snakes


World Trade Center bombing on February 26,1993 in New York City; The Oklahoma City bombing on April 19,1995 of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building; Centennial Olympic Park bombing on July 27, 1996 in Atlanta; The September 11, 2001 attacks in New York City and Washington, D.C.; Anthrax Attacks in the United States during the Fall of 2001 following the 9/11 event; Bali Nightclub bombing on October 12, 2002; Beltway Sniper Attacks during October 2003; Madrid train bombings on March 11, 2004; London bombings of the subways and buses on July 7 and 21, 2005.

Just a few of the major elephants and snakes in the last thirteen years or so. Some are solitary snakes that would have been hard to detect, some are either dens of snakes or herds of elephants, depending on your point of view, that should have been at least partially detected. Wikipedia has even more comprehensive lists and I'm sure better sources like LexisNexis and others could reveal a mountain of events that could be termed snakes or elephants in the context of risk here. There just seem to be snakes and elephants everywhere. Damn! Maybe we live in a jungle. Who knew?
Real threats, real risks if you will, require serious avoidance measures. Risk avoidance requires risk detection and assessment. Detection is the real problem and precedes assessment and avoidance. Quine and Wittgenstein are correct, no matter how much they are ignored, how the question is framed is crucial to getting an answer, a real answer. No one wants to get bitten by a snake or squashed by an elephant. But, poor detection methods, poor ways to see snakes and elephants, ways that are very high tech but have very poor discrimination, ways that generate mountains of data about all the animals in the jungle but are very poor at unambiguously finding snakes and elephants or even traces of them, ways like the NSA's data mining of communications records, are in the last analysis nothing more than snake and elephant repellent. 'Who is talking to who?' may not be the best question, especially when the question is more like 'who is everyone talking to?'
Until the NSA either publicly fails, God forbid, in the face of another catastrophic event or publicly succeeds in foiling such an event the current methods will serve only to set public opinion against responsible and productive detection work. Maybe, just maybe, Stephen Kappes return to the CIA as the second in command under General Haden will produce more real detection and less in the way of snake and elephant repellent. I wonder what General Alexander will do now at NSA, will he continue the mining?
Maybe trying not to attract snakes and elephants unnecessarily would be better than believing that the current actions have repelled all the snakes and elephants. It's been nearly a year now since any snakes or elephants caused any trouble. Let's sift and chain another terabyte of communications records this week and see if the elephants and snakes stay away, eh? I hear they're lighting the blue candles and using the red chicken feathers this month in New Orleans too. Nope, no elephants, no snakes, no storms here, not a one. Anyone got any more rum, my hurricane is getting a bit light?
More light reading on snakes and elephants, feathers and candles

Thursday, June 01, 2006

KISS, bad ideas are reason enough

God bless Anthony Lane who in his recent review of The Da Vinci Code, both the book and the movie, points out the most fundamental and best reason to ignore the book, it is quite simply badly written.  And, the movie can be ignored for the same reason since in the director Howard's own words it is a faithful adaptation of the book.  All the press about the premises of the book, which are laughable at best,  immediately turned me away from any attempt to read it.  Like Lane I was able to see the movie fresh without being contaminated by the book experience, and like Lane I found the movie a complete waste of time except to have been well received as an entertaining outing by my mother-in-law, a retired librarian, who has read the book and found both lacking in merit.  I am sick to death of all the Christian hand wringing over the Brown's book and Howard's movie and amazed, if not envious, about the cottage industry that has grown up debunking the book.  Oh! Should I be so smart to write either the bad book or one of the debunkers.  Forty million copies, who knew? 
 
All of this hullabellew leads me ponder Lane's idea
Should we mind that forty million readers - or, to use the technical term, "lemmings" - have followed one another over the cliff of this long and laughable text?
a bit more deeply as regards the blogosphere.  Brown's work, at least from what I've seen in the movie resembles nothing so much as an extended blog entry from one of the tens of thousands of blogs claiming to have the truth about everything from Hiroshima to hemorrhoids.  Bad ideas, and from what Lane says just plain bad writing also, are more than reason enough to ignore a book like Brown's.  In the same way much of the blogosphere can also be ignored.  Lemmings, perhaps like the poor, will always be with us.  Watch the lemmings carefully and quietly move quickly out of their way.  Hell hath no fury like lemmings blocked from their journey to the edge.  Oh, by the way, did I mention the mid term elections are coming up.  Lemmings anyone?

Friday, May 26, 2006

Earthworm Tractor Co

Miserably slow here at work.  The strangest things come up when you have idle time with the Net.  I may have mentioned to you in the past my interest in reviewing old Saturday Evening Post archives to uncover the author of the Earthworm Tractor Co. fiction pieces I recall reading as an eleven year old.  Searching on Wikipedia I found a very nice entry for The Saturday Evening Post which led to the web site for the current incarnation of the magazine which is now a bimonthly.  A bit more digging found LookSmart FindArticles which produced

which revealed the author as William Hazlett Upson.  As you can see from the link on Upson's name some of the work has been collected in books.  The article linked above recalls all the flavor of what I remember reading as a ten year old, sort of Wodehouse like but not nearly as good as Wodehouse.  Armed with Upson's name finally a treasure trove of information came up on Google and other sources.  Perhaps the material is too dated to be of interest to any eleven year old today.  We shall see since I plan to turn one of the books over to my eleven year old this month.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Before & After

Dear Reader,
 
Rugs, that's what it's all about really. Absolutely the most amazing Dubbya piece recently. Thanks to rj for the heads up on this one. On the way home today Before and After: Telling Time by Calamity by Andrei Codrescu got me to thinking in a similar way about the ampersands in my life, the events that like an ampersand come between the befores and afters that demarcate ones life. Today the third child turns twenty one and that would get anyone to thinking, especially if, as in my case, you would be sixty five when the fourth child graduates from high school.
Before & After
High School
The living with mother of the first child
The first year of college
The first new car - a 1967 Austin Healey
The marriage to the mother of the second child
The second attempt at college
My twenty first birthday
The hospital jobs
The third attempt at college and finally the degree
The sales jobs
The marriage to the mother of the third and fourth children
The death of the mother of the first child
Driving the truck all over America and Canada
The irrepairable death at 250 000 miles of the last new car just last week
This current bout of the blues
Perhaps I just need a broader scope, say, something more like
Before & After
Dubbya
Peak Oil
GWOT
Or, maybe a narrower scope
Before & After
this next bite of birthday cake
writing the next entry in this list
Yup, that's it narrower scope.  Breathe in, breathe out, enjoy.  That's it, enjoy the moment,
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you ... 
 
Don't drink to much, dear, and drive safely ...  Call, if you're not coming back home tonight, please.
at least for now while the larger scope seems to be, at least in speculative anticipation, thoroughly unenjoyable.
 
Perhaps Codrescu has it right, shared calamity is the ampersand that builds community.  Perhaps that's it, not having anyone who has shared all the calamities of my life.
 
RJ says it helps to write.  Everyday he says write everyday. For me it's like knitting, I simply enjoy the typing.  The prose suffers from that enjoyment of physically plunking down the words I'm afraid.
 
Wondering now if fifty nine is too old to go back over the road in a big truck.  The simple life, 'git 'er done', get it from A to B on time more often than not.  Two hundred and sixty nights away from home more or less but a hundred at home, maybe a few more.  Not all bad, an individual income level that begins to break into the lower levels of middle class, generally all of Christmas week and New Year's week off.  Money in the bank, relatively low stress, low oversight, see America.  Hum!?
 
Join us later for the next entry in the continuing saga of George goes on with the continuing calamity of his life.
 
Cheers,
 
G
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Points of Interest

The careful reader ( I judge that there are perhaps as many as six readers of this blog worldwide ) of this blog will note some subtle changes in links and an increasing sparseness of postings.  I have friends who live in the blogosphere and one in particular who is a master of the art of blogging which is only to say that he has been at it, blogging, for nearly a decade and really at it, writing, for a lifetime.  Various factors have contributed to my dearth of postings over the last six months and my appraisal of these factors has changed over the months.  At first I attributed the decline in postings to technical issues not the least of which is the miserable nature of a dialup connection, and then to spam comments, spamments.  And now finally, I have come to see it as nothing more than a very delayed mid-life crisis.  I am nearing the end of the sixth decade of life and will be half way through the seventh decade when the last child graduates from high school.  From the last fact it should be easy to imagine that my history might be somewhat off the norm.  That history for me seems to demand some recounting, if not explanation, but for now any effort seems to be blocked by what at first seemed to be regret which has now turned to remorse.  Perhaps it is akin to K-R's stages of grief.  Perhaps the progression is regret, remorse and then reappraisal with final acceptance of what has been brought forward that is worthwhile and what can be left behind.  A tall order to pursue in writing for anyone but I'm sure my friend, the master blogger, would be the first to point out that the effort is well worth the time and pain.  So we begin again here today with the bare minimum, nothing more than perhaps what is diary entry, some recent points of interest from the radio and the magazines.
 
Fresh Air from WHYY, April 26, 2006 · Religion scholar Bart D. Ehrman, who chairs the Department of Religious Studies at UNC-Chapel Hill, talks about his new book, Peter, Paul, and Mary Magdalene: The Followers of Jesus in History and Legend.
 
Ehrman looks into the lives of three major followers of Christ, plumbing legend and the writings of the New Testament to illuminate facts and details about these figures.
 
Ehrman is also the author of Misquoting Jesus: The Story Behind Who Changed the Bible and Why and Lost Christianities: The Battle for Scripture and the Faiths We Never Knew which chronicles the period before Christianity as we know it came to be.
 
All Things Considered, April 26, 2006 · One hundred years ago this month, a small house in Los Angeles was the scene of a series of religious meetings where participants had a new kind of spiritual experience. They had emotional displays, spoke in tongues, and experienced remarkable healing -- all manifestations, they believed, of the power of the Holy Spirit "filling" the participants.
 
Today, Pentecostals claim more than half a billion adherents around the world. It's one of the fastest-growing social movements ever, and one that has had a profound impact on even mainstream religions.
THE LESSON OF TAL AFAR
Is it too late for the Administration to correct its course in Iraq?
by GEORGE PACKER
The New Yorker, Issue of 2006-04-10
The lessons that McMaster and his soldiers applied in Tal Afar were learned during the first two years of an increasingly unpopular war. "When we came to Iraq, we didn't understand the complexity what it meant for a society to live under a brutal dictatorship, with ethnic and sectarian divisions", he said, in his hoarse, energetic voice. "When we first got here, we made a lot of mistakes. We were like a blind man, trying to do the right thing but breaking a lot of things." Later, he said, "You gotta come in with your ears open. You can't come in and start talking. You have to really listen to people."
All of these items made me think for awhile putting aside for a few hours ruminating over my own life history.  If you've not been exposed to any of them, I would suggest that all of them are thought provoking and well worth your time. 
 
My connections here are uniquely personal I'm sure.  What has all this to do with retrospection and mid-life crisis?  Simple, it's summed up in McMaster's words from The New Yorker article with only a change of setting from the war zone of Iraq to the war zone of the mind and its brutal neurotic dictators, ego and doubt.  And, then within that setting a consideration of hope.
 
If courage is acting correctly in the face of fear, if courage is not fearlessness, which is likely some kind of brain damage, but rather the ability to act and act correctly when the most basic emotions tend to paralyze, then perhaps faith is the sense of hope that sustains action in the face of doubt.  If faith is acting correctly in the face of doubt, if faith is not surety, which is also perhaps some kind of brain damage as well, then faith is the ability to sustain hope in the presence of overwhelming doubt. 
 
I would modify one of the pulpit pounder's favorites, "I know that I know that I know", to better reflect my reality, I know that I know that I don't know, that nothing is settled in this life, that only hope is the correct response to doubt.  Hope, an abiding, unfathomable, wordless hope not reason is in the last analysis the only counter weight to doubt, doubt which defies words.  There is likely only one correspondent who has been alerted to this posting that can even begin to see my connections here without further writing on my part.  So we have some work to do, eh?  Should you be that one correspondent with some insight, please, post a comment or write to me directly.
 
May the God of Hope fill you all with all Peace and Joy as you trust in Him so that you might overflow with Hope by the Power of the Holy Spirit!

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Does it have a name? Dicami, per favore.

In a large twelve inch cast iron skillet bring about three tablespoons of olive oil to sauté heat. Quickly brown one pound of hot Italian sausage in the olive oil. Cover and reduce the heat to simmer.
 
Core and dice several medium bell peppers, one green, one red, one yellow and one orange, if possible.
 
Peel and cube, about sugar cube size, four tennis ball size Yukon gold potatoes. Place the potatoes in a covered microwaveable dish and nuke on high until tender, about five minutes. Similarly, dice, peel and nuke a softball size Spanish onion.
 
Add the cubed peppers and the microwaved onions to the skillet around the sausage, cover and continue simmering about ten minutes.
 
Add the microwaved potatoes to the skillet on top of the sausage, peppers and onions.  Salt the top of the potatoes, and grind on a good measure of mixed fresh pepper corns and a pinch of crushed red pepper. Cover and continue simmering for forty five minutes or so.
 
Drain the accumulated liquid from the skillet and discard.  Remove and reserve all the sausage.  Increase the heat and use a spatula to turn the potato, onion and pepper mixture on high heat until the potatoes are slightly browned.  Add a bit of olive oil, if necessary.  Remove the skillet from the heat when the potatoes are just beginning to brown.
 
Slice the sausage into generous medallions and combine with potatoes, peppers and onions in the skillet.
 
Garnish with a small amount of crumbled crisped bacon, a small amount of freshly grated Parmesan cheese and a tiny sprig of fresh rosemary.
 
Serve hot in broad shallow bowls with a good strong red wine and garliced or plain French bread.  Excellent on bitter cold days under gray snowy skies for lunch.
 
What is it, does it have a name?  Got me, but it tastes great.  It came to me in a dream.

Goda!

Giorgio

 
 
 

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Bumbling along

So, my friend writes the other day about reading these Cheever short stories

Just a thought

Late the other night, I was reading a John Cheever story, "The Wrysons," in which a suburban woman is afflicted with a recurring dream of nuclear holocaust. The dream winds up with a sort of yacht-club immolation scene in which boaters are drowned as they over-crowd the waters of refuge. In the dream, she weeps "to see this inhumanity as the world was ending."

Well, it isn't the world that is ending. The post-holocaust planet will go on spinning somehow, and opportunistic life-forms that have been waiting for the opportunity will flourish. (For example, a virus that replicates through the digitized memory of chatted vacuities such as "I'm standing outside your building, where are you?") Life will begin the long trek back to Descartes. This much we know. But I found myself wondering this evening about cultural extinctions in our own long past. One hundred fifty thousand years is no time at all on the geological scale, but it's plenty of time, I imagine, to scrub the traces of human artifact from the face of the earth. We think of the time between the moment of homo sapiens's unmistakable arrival (whenever that was) and the composition of the first granary account as a long, boring and unrecorded progression toward us. But what if we've done this already a few times? What if there were was a New Yorker seventy thousand years ago - and all record of it has been obliterated by natural processes, just as natural processes would clear Earth of our record in, say, fifty thousand years? What if, far from living in savannahs and bumbling our way toward speech, we've done this sophisticated cultural thing a few times already, but with such catastrophic results that We Don't Remember?

As you know, my mind doesn't drift toward science fiction. But I found myself plausibly wondering...

(But it's another Cheever story altogether that I urge you to read, a lovely tale called "The Duchess.")

And, I tried to respond with a comment

RJ,

From the World of Unintended Results

I know you intended to point me to Cheever here and just might not be interested in where the images in your note here have taken me but indulge me for a moment, please.

bumbling our way toward speech, we've done this sophisticated cultural thing a few times already, but with such catastrophic results that We Don't Remember?

My head is still reeling from finishing Sam Harris's End of Faith last night. Harris deserves a good rereading with substantial note taking, but that will wait, I think, until we've finished Freeman's Closing of the Western Mind. End of Faith creates for me its own special flavor of intellectual and spiritual vertigo which is only amplified this morning reading your note here and being led back to Augustine, Manichaeism, Origen and the issue of reincarnation. Spooning out some of the bigger chunks from this soup pot of philosophical rememberances we find the tasty morsel of

THE SENTENCES OF SEXTUS AND OF THE PYTHAGOREANS CHADWICK J Theol Studies.1960; XI: 349

wherein we find

Whatever you honour above all things, that which you so honour will have dominion over you. But if you give yourself to the domination of God, you will thus have dominion over all things.
and
The greatest honour which can be paid to God, is to know and imitate Him.

causing us to remember how in the eighth grade we posed questions to the dear Sisters of the Incarnate Word and the Society of Jesus Fathers about Constantine's influence on the early church and Neo-Platonist influences in Augustine's writings. And, causing us particularly to remember how irritated they all were by these questions. Fortunately for the fathers and the sisters but unfortunately for us we didn't know much about the Buddha then. We really thought we had put all this to bed after the debacle of the first college year in Austin. Perhaps, we are reincarnated but we can only hope that it comes without the memory of the troublesome issues while still somehow preserving and transmitting forward the benefits of whatever positive accomplishments occurred in previous steps. We are perhaps a bit micro-reincarnated every year of the current life and there is much We Don't Remember for good reason. Meanwhile, later that same lifetime we have put "The Duchess", which appears just after "The Wrysons" in The Stories of John Cheever, on the reading list. Page 347 in my copy, how about yours? Likely it's time now to do a bit of sitting, eh?

Bumblingly yours,

George

But, his antispam measures have taken over and everything is now subject to approval.  Approval, the bane of my bumbling life.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Git 'er done!

"Git 'er done!", seems to have a venerable history.

Perhaps the most valuable result of all education is the ability to make yourself do the thing you have to do, when it ought to be done, whether you like it or not; it is the first lesson that ought to be learned; and however early a man's training begins, it is probably the last lesson that he learns thoroughly.
Thomas H. Huxley
English biologist (1825 - 1895)
Perhaps this year we will progress further in a more thorough understanding of this principle.
 

Sunday, December 11, 2005

A fine fellow, former Minnesota Sen. Eugene J. McCarthy, has passed on, but he will not be forgotten

A fine fellow, former Minnesota Sen. Eugene J. McCarthy, has passed on, but he will not be forgotten anytime soon in my house.  The following narrative is taken largely from the AP report today.

Former Minnesota Sen. Eugene J. McCarthy, whose insurgent campaign toppled a sitting president in 1968 and forced the Democratic Party to take seriously his message against the Vietnam War, died Saturday. He was 89.

McCarthy was born March 29, 1916, in Watkins, a central Minnesota town of about 750. He earned degrees from St. John's University in Collegeville, Minn., and the University of Minnesota.

He was a teacher, a civilian War Department employee and college economics and sociology instructor before turning to politics. He once spent a year in a monastery.

He was elected to the House in 1948. Ten years later he was elected to the Senate and re-elected in 1964. McCarthy left the Senate in 1970 and devoted much of his time to writing poetry, essays and books.

With a sardonic sense of humor, McCarthy needled whatever establishment was in power. In 1980 he endorsed Republican Ronald Reagan with the argument that anyone was better than incumbent Jimmy Carter, a Democrat.

In recent years, McCarthy was critical of campaign finance reform, winning him an unlikely award from the Conservative Political Action Conference in 2000.

In an interview when he got the award, McCarthy said money helped him in the 1968 race. "We had a few big contributors," he said. "And that's true of any liberal movement. In the American Revolution, they didn't get matching funds from George III."

After the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, McCarthy said the United States was partly to blame for ignoring the plight of Palestinians.

"You let a thing like that fester for 45 years, you have to expect something like this to happen," he said in an interview at the time. "No one at the White House has shown any concern for the Palestinians."

In a 2004 biography, "Eugene McCarthy: The Rise and Fall of Postwar American Liberalism," British historian Dominic Sandbrook painted an unflattering portrait of McCarthy, calling him lazy and jealous, among other things. McCarthy, Sandbrook wrote, "willfully courted the reputation of frivolous maverick."

In McCarthy's 1998 book, "No-Fault Politics," editor Keith C. Burris described McCarthy in the introduction as "a Catholic committed to social justice but a skeptic about reform, about do-gooders, about the power of the state and the competence of government, and about the liberal reliance upon material cures for social problems."

On his 85th birthday in 2001, McCarthy told the Star Tribune of Minneapolis that President Bush was an amateur and said he could not even bear to watch his inauguration.

In an interview a month before the 2003 invasion of Iraq, McCarthy compared the Bush administration with the characters in the William Golding novel "Lord of the Flies," in which a group of boys stranded on an island turn to savagery.

"The bullies are running it," McCarthy said. "Bush is bullying everything."

McCarthy was an advocate for a third-party movement, arguing there was no real difference between Republicans and Democrats.

In 2000, he wrote a political satire called "An American Bestiary," illustrated by Chris Millis, in which high-level advisers are portrayed as park pigeons -- "they strut and waddle" -- and reporters are compared with black birds who flock together.

He blamed the media for deciding who is and is not a serious candidate and suggested he should have kept his 1992 candidacy a secret, since announcing it publicly did no good.

McCarthy also ran for president in 1972, 1976 and 1988.

For McCarthy, the 1950s and 1960s were the Democratic Party's high points because it pushed the Civil Rights Act through Congress and championed national health insurance programs such as Medicare and Medicaid.

"I think he probably would consider his work in civil rights legislation in the 1960s to be his greatest contribution," his son said Saturday.

The bad times, Eugene McCarthy said, began with America's increased involvement in the Vietnam War and the simultaneous failure of some of Johnson's Great Society social programs.

Instead of giving people a chance to earn a living, McCarthy said, the Great Society "became affirmative action and more welfare. It was an admission the New Deal had failed or fallen."

My early involvement during high school to encourage the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was my first exposure to Eugene McCarthy who has been recognized publicly by this nation as a singular force in civil rights legislation
Eugene McCarthy has exemplified the highest standards of public service and dedication to constitutional principles through his efforts to shape legislation on civil rights,
 
From Section 1. Findings, (3),  S. 663, To authorize the President to present a gold medal on behalf of Congress to Eugene McCarthy in recognitioin of his service to the Nation.,  IN THE SENATE OF THE UNITED STATES, March 29, 2001
 
Campaign activities for Gene McCarthy, George McGovern, and Edmund Muskie form the backdrop of many of the best years of my early and middle twenties back when it seemed possible to turn the behemoth we call American culture at least partly in a better direction.  But, now the words of Emerson in "The Method of Nature", An Oration delivered before the Society of the Adelphi, in Waterville College, Maine, August 11, 1841 seem to ring more true than in the day they were written
The land we live in has no interest so dear, if it knew its want, as the fit consecration of days of reason and thought. Where there is no vision, the people perish. The scholars are the priests of that thought which establishes the foundations of the earth. No matter what is their special work or profession, they stand for the spiritual interest of the world, and it is a common calamity if they neglect their post in a country where the material interest is so predominant as it is in America. We hear something too much of the results of machinery, commerce, and the useful arts. We are a puny and a fickle folk. Avarice, hesitation, and following, are our diseases. The rapid wealth which hundreds in the community acquire in trade, or by the incessant expansions of our population and arts, enchants the eyes of all the rest; the luck of one is the hope of thousands, and the bribe acts like the neighborhood of a gold mine to impoverish the farm, the school, the church, the house, and the very body and feature of man. -read more-

Once upon a time Democrats and Republicans alike could inspire young men and women to noble action, but lately the only inspiring actor on the political scene for me has been Barack Obama who has yet to find an enduring national audience.  McCarthy is an enduring inspiration, a man whose life and thoughts are well worth reading into if you're not old enough to have been involved in his presidential campaigns.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Just when you think

Just when you think you couldn't find a better gift than say the John Bobbit signature set of Ginzu knives along comes

Who could resist it at just less than a c-note? I must write to Lorena, I know she'll just love it. And, our thanks to RJ for pointing out this little gem and others that are so necessary this time of year.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Beautiful and not so beautiful

There is a place in China, Harbin, where from time to time some beautiful things happen, namely the Harbin Snow and Ice Festival which has been recorded in magnificent detail in 2003 and 2005 by R. Todd King.  Over the years with the changes in the political and economic climate Harbin has fallen on some hard times
It was once a bustling hub of heavy industry, but many of its people have been out of work for years after local state-owned enterprises collapsed under the pressure of economic reform.
and most recently some very hard times
Wen visits Harbin; Russia offered sorry AP 200511270918 from China Daily
 
China's premier visits waterless city 20051126
 
with the recent spill of over one hundred tons of benzene in the Songhuajiang River several hundred miles upriver from Harbin at Jilin.  One hundred tons of benzene is an enormous amount of benzene by any measure, a large economic loss for those who spilled it, and a huge environmental and public health disaster for all those along the river. The immediate and future potential harm this benzene spill can have for millions of people is simply immense.  The sheer ugliness of this chemical spill in every dimension stands in stark contrast to the great beauty that you can see in the photographs we've linked above from the Snow and Ice Festival.  As China races headlong into the industrialized future, one she will likely dominate soon in the region and perhaps globally, the tension between economic and human values will only increase.  We can only hope that broad public exposure of events like the recent ones in Harbin will help to achieve a better balance between the economic and human values.  China will perhaps prove in the near future to be the ultimate test of how large societies can balance economic growth through free market systems, or nearly free market systems, with a broader concern for basic human values like adequate sources of clean water.  What has happened here in China will affect the entire length of the Songhuajiang River downstream from Jilin through China, on through Russia and out into the North Central Sea of Japan which washes the shores of not only China, Russia, North Korea, South Korea and Japan, but also ultimately the Pacific Rim and the rest of the world.  This is a global event that bears watching closely not only for the Chinese response but also the responses of all those affected.
 

Saturday, November 26, 2005

More of one thing leads to another

More of one thing leads to another was demonstrated this morning while reading
An Oration delivered before the Society of the Adelphi, 
in Waterville College, Maine, August 11, 1841
by R.W. Emerson
we came across the word inchoation
The method of nature: who could ever analyze it? That rushing stream will not stop to be observed. We can never surprise nature in a corner; never find the end of a thread; never tell where to set the first stone. The bird hastens to lay her egg: the egg hastens to be a bird. The wholeness we admire in the order of the world, is the result of infinite distribution. Its smoothness is the smoothness of the pitch of the cataract. Its permanence is a perpetual inchoation. Every natural fact is an emanation, and that from which it emanates is an emanation also, and from every emanation is a new emanation. If anything could stand still, it would be crushed and dissipated by the torrent it resisted, and if it were a mind, would be crazed; as insane persons are those who hold fast to one thought, and do not flow with the course of nature. Not the cause, but an ever novel effect, nature descends always from above. It is unbroken obedience. The beauty of these fair objects is imported into them from a metaphysical and eternal spring. In all animal and vegetable forms, the physiologist concedes that no chemistry, no mechanics, can account for the facts, but a mysterious principle of life must be assumed, which not only inhabits the organ, but makes the organ.
and knowing from the context that inchoate can't possibly have any meaning we look up inchoation and find a caution about the age of the definition and the age of the source of the definition
Quick definitions (inchoation)

  • (n.) Act of beginning; commencement; inception.

    (This definition is from the 1913 Webster's Dictionary and may be outdated.)
  • And, of course who can ignore such cautions, so we are led to,
    inchoation : Webster's 1828 Dictionary
    which is nearer the year of Emerson's address and very likely his reference.  And, what do we find but
    where from the tone of the other books available from Christian Technologies I would doubt that the folks at CTI would be much in line with me or dear old RWE in terms of theology, but I would bet my bottom dollar that CTI claims American culture as Christian in origin.  In fact we find on the page titled The American Student's Package on CD a note at the bottom of the page
    *American Quotations includes a comprehensive compilation of nearly 4,000 quotations throughout American history from Presidents and historical figures plus biographies, all based on the US Christian heritage; passages and phrases influencing early and modern American history, referenced according to their sources in literature, memoirs, letters, governmental documents, speeches, charters, court decision and constitutions.
    which if it doesn't give the game away certainly begins to make my speculations more solid, eh?  When will these dunderheads realize that Jefferson, Franklin, Emerson, Parker and scores of others were Christians whose theology would mystify if not totally appall the modern American Fundamentalist Christian?

    Recently we saw the movie Kingdom of Heaven, and it wouldn't seem to me to be much of a stretch to me to give a sound Biblical basis to a line from the movie, where Balian hammers home the point about the supremacy of religious tolerance when he hands over the Holy City to Saladin, he tells his followers

    God is in your head and your heart, not in any particular place.
    And, we might logically add not in any particular book. It would seem easy to me to use no more than
    Luke 12:34 For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
    and one of the last verses of Matthew
    Matthew 6:33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
    to give Balian's line a Biblical basis.   As we mentioned yesterday, the only unforgivable sin Jesus spoke of
    Matthew 12:31,32 And so I tell you, every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven men, but the blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven. Anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but anyone who speaks against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, either in this age or in the age to come.
    was to deny the presence or power of the Holy Spirit. So it would seem to me that the only dispute would be the manner in which I choose to see that power and presence expressed and the mode of my connection to it. But, then what do I know, the RC church excommunicated the likes of me a long time ago.

    Jesus remains to my mind one of the best kept secrets of the Bible and the most unknown figure of Christianity.  And, America's Christian heritage remains the best kept secret of American history.  A little more reading of American history wouldn't hurt anyone, and a good deal more reading of Emerson and Jefferson would be of great benefit to the "Christian Heritage of America" crowd, they just might realize that they are not in the same room with these folks.  Or, Praise God!, they just might become Christian Deists, or Christian Transcendentalists, or, wonder of wonders, Christians tolerant and accepting of another view of the world.  For a good take on the simplified view of life try "A Little Knowledge" from our friends at Outer Life.

    Read more Emerson!

    Who knows one thing might lead to another for you too.

     

     
     

     

    Friday, November 25, 2005

    Miracles and Metaphors

    A number of people seem to be reading Erik Reece's recent essay in the December Harper's "Jesus Without The Miracles: Thomas Jefferson's Bible and the Gospel of Thomas" and writing about the essay. The two best that I've seen so far are


    "Thomas, Jefferson, and Stewardship", posted November 24, 2005 at The Daily Blague

    and

    "The gospels of Thomas", posted November 23, 2005 at Philocrites

    Particularly interesting from Philocrites was the link to R. W. Emerson's 1838 Address to the Divinity School. These three pieces have reminded me once again how small, how absolutely petty, and contentious the legalists can be and they, the rabbis dancing on the head of a pin as I like to call them, can absolutely suck the life out life itself leaving a hollow tasteless husk that they will claim to be the essence of life when in fact it is nothing more than the wrapper. And, before the metaphorical apologists get started on wrapper, let's set that straight, I said wrapper, not peel or skin. Wrappers are external to a product and of no substance, peels and skins are integral to a fruit, vegetable or animal and do contain nutrients. But, we said wrapper didn't we, so don't start with the wrapper having the life in it, eh? The richness of Emerson's language and the depth of his thought along with the interesting takes on Christianity by the blog authors and Reece which again have a good deal of depth and richness stand in stark contrast to the tedious legalism of the Fundamentalist Christians and their tag alongs who have recently been seen featured in the national news magazines and other venues cheerfully wanting to explore the arguments about the origins of life from a point of view they want to term "intelligent design" so as to some how separate it from the arguments of "creationism". The "intelligent design" arguments real flavor can best be tasted in the near charlatanism of the Discovery Institute's Center for the Renewal of Science and Culture and its director, Dr. Stephen Meyer, in the position paper THE WEDGE STRATEGY the opening introductory paragraphs of which would be nearly laughable if only they weren't presented seriously, and especially if they didn't have the ear of a number of members of the current administration in Washington. We have been down these roads before with the conservatives so perhaps there is hope in this instance, but the road was last time a bit of a rough ride down to the intersections where reason was available and there is no guarantee that this time we will not be swallowed by one of the potholes the conservatives have created like the War in Iraq.

    The only unforgivable sin Jesus spoke of

    Matthew 12:31,32 And so I tell you, every sin and blasphemy will be forgiven men, but the blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven. Anyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but anyone who speaks against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, either in this age or in the age to come.
    was to deny the presence or power of the Holy Spirit. So it would seem to me that the only dispute would be the manner in which I choose to see that power and presence expressed and the mode of my connection to it. But, then what do I know, the RC excommunicated the likes of me a long time ago.

    Jesus, the best kept secret of the Gospels and the least known figure of Christianity.

    I am rambling again. In any event read R. W. Emerson's 1838 Address to the Divinity School and the other items I've cited above and then compare them to what passes for thought with the creationists. Consider the broadness of Emerson's view and the narrowness of the current administration's view of life in general and then perhaps you can wonder as I do if the root causes of the conservative malfeasance in thought and policy like we've seen from the Bushies are not really spiritual in nature. Miracles and metaphors are in many ways the same and as I recall the mircales were not for those who had eyes to see and ears to hear, but for those to whom the Gospels would appear as foolishness.

    Thursday, November 24, 2005

    Honk, if you like "Horn Of Plenty" aka www.hornofplenty.co.uk

    Recently, we wrote to the author of Horn of Plenty, a site well worth your time I belive.


    Mr Quink,
     
    Honk, if you like "Horn of Plenty" aka www.hornofplenty.co.uk.
     
    We held this sign up recently on my block and the noise was deafening.  Of course mine is the only house on the block.
     
    A small typo you might want to attend to under the Parodies heading
    As we always tell our lawyers, writing a parody does not involve stealing someone else's ideas. It involve stealing their ideas, ...
    might better read
    As we always tell our lawyers, writing a parody does not involves stealing someone else's ideas. It involves stealing their ideas, ...
     
    I found your site attempting to chase down the "Horn of Plenty" link on the sign in page from GMail this morning.  I think I have gotten the far better end of the deal in finding your site rather than whatever GMail was trying to show me with their dead link.  Whatever free time presents itself today will likely be spent in further digging into the strange twists and turns of your mind. What a fine piece of work the collection of parodies on Horn of Plenty is, thank you.
     
    We have our own not so nearly interesting nor well done blog, The Quality of the Light, largely as the result of encouragement we have received from an old roommate and far more accomplished blogger who writes, The Daily Blauge.
     
    I expect a good deal of resonance from reading your work since I have a number of old workmates who are UK expats and who now live in Texas, an ex in Maidstone who works for the National Health Service, a deep affinity for Guiness and good Scotch Whiskey, and I also spent eight years under the care of the nuns, mainly the good Carmelite sisters and the Sisters of the Incarnate Word. Who could possibly forget a grade school principal whose name was Sister Mary of Perpetual Help. 
     
    I think we'll just post this note on my blog to make the world a bit more aware of your site. 
     
    Again, thanks for your effort with Horn of Plenty, we look forward to spending more time with you today.
     
    Best regards,
     
    George
     

    Saturday, November 12, 2005

    Re: Southern Girls

    Recently, I had some correspondence with a friend about GRITS, she is from Huntsville,Texas and I am from Red Hill, Texas.

    Charlotte,


    A clean copy with a bit more material can be found at


    G.R.I.T.S. - Girls Raised In The South

    All of the entry is good, but if you just want the text scroll down to

    I have a friend from Bawston, bless her heart, who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the light. She also gets a giggle every time I am "fixin" to do something. And, bless their hearts, they don't even know where "over yonder" is, or what "I reckon" means! My personal favorite was my aunt, saying, "Bless her heart, she can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed home."

    Southern girls know bad manners when they see them:
    a. Drinking straight out of a can.
    ...

    and go on from there. As you may or may not be aware this is also the title of an exellent book

    Grits (Girls Raised in the South) Guide to Life (Illustrated)
    By Deborah Ford, Edie Hand
    Hardcover / 224 Pages / E P Dutton / April 2003 / 0525947264

    Thanks for reminding me of a wonderful text that's been passed around the net for quite awhile and the book, which I really do need right now for another question.

    I don't think of myself as being from the South do you? I don't find much in common with the Southerners, people who constantly remind you that they are from the South, from AL, MS, GA, SC, AR, VA. I do find a good deal of resonance with people from rural backgrounds or from families where the immediate parents are from rural backgrounds. I think of myself as being from East Texas, The Big Thicket, Texas, but not a typical TEXAN not the loud JR from Dallas type, perhaps more Billy Bob Thorton is my style. As I learned to say in South Texas where I lived for over a decade,

    Yo soy un Tejano gringo puro, y yo soy un viejo vacquero tambien, verdad

    I am a pure Texas gringo and an old cowboy as well now, ain't that so.

    Keep'em coming in Charlotte. You got any fat back so I can make beans tomorrow. Just a bit, if you've got it, please. I've looked the beans and changed the soak water once, tomorrow morning I'll change the water again, throw out the floaters and start them to boiling. You comin' for navies, cold sliced purple onions, chow-chow, bacon and corn bread tomorrow for dinner. And, you know dinner will be after church in the middle of the day don't you now. Supper, the meal closer to sun down than noon, is often skipped on Sundays since dinner is usually big and always after church, generally around two or three, eh? But, lately I've heard people refer to this same meal as Sunday supper and that distresses me, since if they invite me for Sunday supper this time of year I probably won't show up until five or six in the evening.



    On 11/12/05, Bioniclady
    Subject: Southern girls

    > > Southern girls appreciate their natural assets:
    > >
    > > Clean skin
    > >
    > > A winning smile
    > >
    > > That unforgettable Southern drawl
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    > > Southern girls know their manners:
    > >
    > > "Yes, ma'am."
    > >
    > > "No, sir."
    > >
    > > "Thank you darlin."
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    > > Southern girls have a distinct way with fond expressions:
    > >
    > > "Y'all come back!"
    > >
    > > "Well, bless your heart."
    > >
    > > "How's your Mama?"
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > > Southern girls know their summer weather report:
    > >
    > > Hazy


    > >
    > > Hot
    > >
    > > Humid
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    > >
    > > Southern girls know their vacation spots:
    > >
    > > Hilton Head beach
    > >
    > > Daytona beach
    > >
    > > Panama City beach
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    > >
    > > Southern girls know the joys of summer:
    > >
    > > Golden tans
    > >
    > > Flip-flops in every color


    > >
    > > Strapless sun dresses
    > >
    > >
    > >
    > > Southern girls know everybody's first name:
    > >
    > > Honey
    > >
    > > Darlin'
    > >
    > > Sugar ("Shugah")
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    > >
    > > Southern girls know the movies that speak to their hearts:
    > >
    > > Fried Green Tomatoes
    > >
    > > Driving Miss Daisy
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    > > Steel Magnolias
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    > > Southern girls know their religions:
    > >
    > > Baptist
    > >
    > > Methodist
    > >
    > > Football
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    > >
    > > Southern girls know their country breakfasts:
    > >
    > > Red-eye gravy with country ham
    > >
    > > Grits
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    > > Homemade biscuits with mama's homemade jelly
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    > > Southern girls know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
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    > > Charleston (Chawl'stn)
    > >
    > > Savannah (S'vanah)


    > >
    > > Atlanta (Adlanna)
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    > > Southern girls know their elegant gentlemen:
    > >
    > > Men in uniform
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    > > Men in tuxedos
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    > > Rhett Butler, of course!
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    > > Southern girls know their prime real estate:
    > >
    > > The Mall
    > >
    > > The Country Club
    > >
    > > The Beauty Salon
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    > > Southern girls know the three deadly sins:
    > >


    > > Having bad manners
    > >
    > > Cooking bad food
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    > > Wearing too much makeup in the summer
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    > > Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fo'evah!
    > >
    > > Now, darlin', send this to some GRITS (Girls Raised In The South)
    > >
    > > or ones who wish they had been!
    > >
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    > >
    > > If you're a Northern transplant, bless your heart, honey, fake it.
    > >
    > > We know you got here as fast as you could.



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