Finally, a sane voice from a religious person on this whole nightmare of Christian Nationalism…
Nothing but the best for yours truly!
Occasionally, occasionally, when I cannot get on one of the courses where I regularly play and my golf addiction is screaming at me, I will go to a course that, in Oklahoma, we would fondly call cow pasture golf. I am not going to name the course as I am slightly embarrassed to say I even play there
It is very cheap. During the week the green fee with a cart is only $25 for 18 holes. Most courses anymore are around $40 – plus or minus – during the week for seniors. Some are much, much more expensive.
The clientele is mostly the very old, the very young, and lots of hoosiers, the term used here for rednecks. At times you will see expensive cars there, but that is generally the very young driving Daddy’s Beemer or similiar luxury vehicle.
I was there a month or two ago, and they had this sign in the club house by the door. Yup, stay out of the corn and soy bean fields.
Nothing but the best for yours truly.
Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #9,306
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Tattoos and piercings are like spices… a little will do ya.
Bruce Springsteen – Streets Of Minneapolis (Irish Folk Version)
The world is weighing in on the tRumpian craziness…
This Machine Kills Fascists
The image below is from a phrase Woody Guthrie wrote on his guitar. It is very sad that here we are, 75 years later, and we are fighting this fight again. The reality is that it seems to be a struggle that never ends, the clash of humanity’s dark side against its humanistic side.
As my cousin, The Don Quixote of West Texas, said, “This political nightmare is turning into a field day for musicians.”
Bruce Springsteen – Streets Of Minneapolis (Official Audio)
The Boss needs no comment from yours truly. His words say it all. I would say enjoy, but this is a time for action. This monstrous malAdministration needs to go and like yesterday…
My Tombstone
Most of my posts of late have been rants about the monstrous malAdministration currently at the center of US politics. That wears after a while, even on me. So I thought I would try something a little lighter, perhaps a little contemplative, what I want on my tombstone. There is a long history of humorous grave markers, so why not mine.
Truth is that it is a moot point, as my wish it to be cremated. As a teenager my favorite novel was Robert A. Heinlein‘s, Stranger in a Strange Land. The protagonist of the novel, Mike, was raised on Mars by Martians. Mars, being a planet of scarce resources, the Martians did not waste anything, including the dead. Towards the end of the novel, after Mike had been killed – sacrificed or crucified, if you will – and Continue reading “My Tombstone”
Another Reason I Am Not a Fan of AI
It used to be said that, “a picture is worth a thousands words.” It also used to be said, “pictures do not lie.” Perhaps that should be revised to, “a picture is worth a thousand lies.”
It has been quite a while now that I have been generally skeptical of all things photographic in the the media. It started with PhotoShop, which makes it easy-peasy to manipulate images. Now AI has come along, amping that up several magnitudes. What is even worse for humanity, is that it now includes videos.
I listened to a podcast a few years back that predicted that with AI and other technologies it would become impossible to tell if a politician – or any other person – appearing in a video was really the person. At the time, the podcaster stated that voice manipulation was already there, and they expected video to catch up within a few years. I remember thinking, “not in my lifetime.” Boy howdy, was I so wrong. It is just around the corner.
This video is more about photography as an art form, but it applies generally. It is short, only a little less than 3 minutes.
Can we really trust our eyes unless we are actually there? Even then “they” will try to spin it to the point that you question what you saw. And forget ye not, “2 + 2 = 5.”
When I was younger, much younger, I used to think reality was a fixed property. Now days, I have no idea. There seems to be so many competing versions of reality that is seems, well, unreal, at times.
Which brings up an Ambrose Bierce quote from the book, The Devil’s Dictionary that I completely relate to:
CYNIC, n. A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be. Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic’s eyes to improve his vision.
Jon Winokur could have well been riffing on this definition is his book: The Portable Curmudgeon
Now the video that inspired this rambling:
Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #2,186
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Sanford and Son was originally aired from 1972 to 1977. I do not recall watching the show during that period, but at one point in my life I watched the reruns a lot. Redd Foxx was born in 1922, which would have made him 50 to 55 years old during the original run of the show. I remember thinking how old he appeared in those 30 minute comedic episodes.
I was flipping through the channels the other day, and I came across an episode of the show. I watched a few minutes of it, thinking how young Redd Foxx looked.
Ouch.
Snow Ice Pictures
One of my multitudinous readers – well, Ms. Sikeston – requested pictures of snow ice cream, if make, I really did.
After cleaning snow off the vehicles, shoveling 10 inches of snow from our driveway and the sidewalk up to our front door, I decided I needed a treat. I enlisted Señora to mix the ingredients while I went to the side of the house without yellow snow to grab a bowl full of the light, powdery snow that fell during the night. Hopefully, I avoided the deer pellets…
Señora did laugh at me as I was giggling like I was five year old while I was mixing up the ice cream. We ate all of it between the two of us.
