Song just about says it all, no need for comments from yours truly.
I came across it in an article in the alternative newspaper, Riverfront Times: ‘How Does St. Louis Do It’ Is the Most Accurate STL Anthem Ever
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Song just about says it all, no need for comments from yours truly.
I came across it in an article in the alternative newspaper, Riverfront Times: ‘How Does St. Louis Do It’ Is the Most Accurate STL Anthem Ever
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.
I wish I could draw. If I could I would create a cartoon and label it: The Typical American.
It would feature a grossly obese person of whatever sex, one whose gender was indeterminante might even be more to the point. Our typical American would be sporting shorts, regardless of the season, that were much too big, a screen printed t-shirt pushing a political opinion, religion, vacation destination or sports team, the ubiquitous sneakers or flip-flops, and a baseball cap, more than likely worn backwards. They would be in a mega warehouse store, like Sam’s or Costco, pushing the oversized shopping cart mandatory at these venues. The cart would be filled to overflowing with soft drinks and junk food. And, of course, teetering on top of all, there would be a brobdingnagian bail containing a two year supply of toilet paper.
Yup, I was recently in one of these stores. Yup, guess what I saw.
I came across this cartoon this morning.
Which reminded me of a story I had read about Rabbi Hillel…
The Talmud is the second most important book of the Jewish faith. As described at the website Sefaria.org:
“The Talmud is the textual record of generations of rabbinic debate about law, philosophy, and biblical interpretation, compiled between the 3rd and 8th centuries and structured as commentary on the Mishnah with stories interwoven. The Talmud exists in two versions: the more commonly studied Babylonian Talmud was compiled in present-day Iraq, while the Jerusalem Talmud was compiled in Israel.”
There is a story attributed to two second century rabbinic scholars of this book , Hillel and Shammai. As recounted at the website Forward:
“[They were]…contemporaries paired together by Jewish tradition as archetypical opposites: Hillel the tolerant and liberal ‘loose constructionist’ of the Law, Shammai the exacting and inflexible ‘strict constructionist.’
In one story about them, a gentile comes to both and asks, with the obvious intention of provoking them, to be taught the whole Torah while standing on one leg. Shammai is indeed provoked and gives the man an angry whack with a measuring rod. Hillel replies, ‘That which is hateful to you, do not unto another: This is the whole Torah. The rest is commentary — [and now] go study.’“
How hard can this be people? Apparently too damn hard.
To see the Golden Rule as expressed by many other religions follow this link: The Universality of the Golden Rule in the World Religions
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 my random thoughts.
Indubitably, you are aware of the old saw, “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Contemplating the recent drama in my abode, Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5784.304, I decided that we have had this prosaism wrong all these long centuries. I am thinking a more accurate platitude might have been, “An onion a day keeps the doctor away.”
Bear with me, here is my reasoning. If you were to eat an onion everyday, then the likelihood of the majority of folks being close to you diminishes rapidly. You would thus keep the opportunity for them to transmit any number of human illnesses to you at a very low percentage. Thusly preserving yourself in a healthy state. Ergo, the doctor would be a stranger. Without a doubt, a proof my logic professor would be proud of.
Just to be on the safe side, if you were to throw a couple cloves of garlic into the mix, then vampires would be out of the picture, while also eliminating those final few hardy souls not put off by your force field of onion infused belches.
Just saying.
Okay, please be so kind as to pick yourself off the floor from laughing so uproariously at the title of this posting: The Global Impact of Curmudgeon-Alley. It is not seemly to make such a display of yourself.
The above is a global hit map of the various places a page of my blog has been opened. I did not add this little app to my website until I had been blogging for a few years, so many hits from my “early period” are lacking. I did find what it says Continue reading “The Global Impact of Curmudgeon-Alley”
yeah I know you did not ask!
You should be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of them.
Okay, this was not my random thought, but it could well have been.
One of my brothers, a fellow curmudgeon, passed this onto me. He was at Wally World purchasing light bulbs utilizing the latest technology. He had the random realization that, as he put it, “the fire of these new light bulbs would, in all probability, be burning long after my fire has extinguished.”
It is interesting that my parents had five male progeny, four of us whom morphed into curmudgeons a loooonng time ago. Oh well, as I am fond of saying some of my best friends are curmudgeons.
As I write this I had my own random thought. Is there an Al-Anon group for partners of curmudgeons? Just saying…
And so it goes.
You should be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of them.
I was cleaning up the phone log on my cellular telephone today. I noticed that from all appearances my best friend – the one who the calls me the most – must be a person with the uncommon first name of Scam and the unlikely last name of Likely.
They must be reasonable thick skinned as they keep calling back even with me not being a very good friend/buddy. If I just don’t ignore their call, I decline it immediately.
And so it goes.
Emily Chamlee-Wright discusses the principles of great conversations: humility, critical thinking, and sympathetic listening.
Three great rules for great conversations, and not easy to follow.
Practice, practice, practice… poco, poco llegamos a la meta.
Enough of my silly two cents, the video follows:
Perhaps I am being paranoid, but perhaps I am not. I swear the maldito ChatBot was being condescending and sarcastic with me. If I could have reached through the computer screen and slapped its non-existent face covered with bits and bytes, I would have done so. AI, my derriere, more like Asinine Insolence.
Of course, I may have injured its fancied feelings when I made some not so subtle allusions to its parentage… something about being the illegitimate spawn of a Commodore 64 and Donovan’s “Mellow Yellow”. Or perhaps saying its chips came from a third world factory utilizing child labor was a little over the top for its non-binary, woke being.
Which reminds me of when I worked in the labs at the Oklahoma Department of Health (ODH). This was way before PCs ever came on the scene. We would enter our results from various tests into a mainframe computer program that would then calculate the necessary statistics for us. Well known among us lab techs was an Easter egg in this particular piece of software which is what we all used to sign out of the program. If you typed in F#*@ You, it would ask if you just said F#*@ You. If you responded with “yes”, it would display a middle finger constructed from keyboard characters and sign you out.
Somehow the new MD director of the ODH discovered this fun little game and made IT change it. Obvious he/she had the same sense of humor as my contemptuous ChatBot.
And so it goes.
I have a whole suitcase full of reasons to be angry at Ronald Reagan. IMHO, he started this long, horrendous downward spiral towards Trump and all the other Republican crazies who want to lead us into Fascism.
But my anger du jour is about tools. Yes, you heard me right, tools.
President Carter, a man infinitely too good and too moral, in the opinion of many voters, to be President of the United States, put us on the metric system. One of the first things that Ronald Raygun did was take us backwards and off the metric system. If Bonzo’s second fiddle had left well enough alone, we would be past the pain of changing to a new system, a system incalculably easier and more logical than the imperial system we inherited from the British. We would be in step with the rest of the world, not behind it in this regard.
As it stands now, I have to have two sets of wrenches, Allen wrenches, sockets, etc. Half the time when I eyeball a fastener for a size, or try to reason out what it might be from where it was made, I grab the wrong tool. If I think it is metric, it turns out to be imperial. Or vice versa. I then curse the pompadoured refugee from the talkies for a full half second… which is more of my time than he deserves.
In my next life I want to come back into a species that is logical.
Live long and prosper.