Quote of the Day… not actually daily, but whenever I encounter one I think worth sharing and there are not too many in sequence. I like quotes as they frequently distill a piece of wisdom into a brief passage, or make other points very succinctly – such as the witticisms of Oscar Wilde.
“Tomorrow I will seven eagles see, a great comet will appear, and voices will speak from whirlwinds foretelling monstrous and fearful things — This Universe never did make sense; I suspect that it was built on government contract.” ~~ Robert A. Heinlein
Quote of the Day… not actually daily, but whenever I encounter one I think worth sharing and there are not too many in sequence. I like quotes as they frequently distill a piece of wisdom into a brief passage, or make other points very succinctly – such as the witticisms of Oscar Wilde.
“You don’t tell me anything, you washed-up, loser lawyer.” ~~ Pam Bondi, Attorney General of the United States in a recent Congressional hearing.
I don’t really know, but I would imagine that Robert’s Rule of Order, used by many deliberative bodies, would frown upon such ad hominem attacks. Not to mention the sheer unprofessionalism it displays. But then again, I am not seeing any other members of this malAdministration showing any semblance of professionalism.
“Yet what truly amazed me was her demand that Democrats stop talking about Jeffrey Epstein because the Dow was above 50,000. This plumbed new depths of moral bankruptcy, effectively saying: ‘How dare you complain about child rape when the stock market is up?’”
Oh the times we live in, when this passes for a government in a free democracy.
Vanity Plate of the Day… not actually daily, but whenever I encounter one in the wild that I think worth sharing and there are not too many in sequence. When I was commuting from my home to downtown St. Louis and back, I was spending anywhere from an hour and half to two hours daily in rush hour traffic. I used the exercise of deciphering vanity plates to help pass the time… plus sometimes they are very clever and worth sharing.
This was on the back of a very new looking Cadillac Escalade. I found it interesting, but I am still trying to figure out the meaning. Is this the fourth wife? I am not sure I would be bragging about that. Perhaps her last name is Forth or some variation thereof? Could she be a big fan of the Fourth of July… born that day?
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.
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.”
Vanity Plate of the Day… not actually daily, but whenever I encounter one in the wild that I think worth sharing and there are not too many in sequence. When I was commuting from my home to downtown St. Louis and back, I was spending anywhere from an hour and half to two hours daily in rush hour traffic. I used the exercise of deciphering vanity plates to help pass the time… plus sometimes they are very clever and worth sharing.
This was on the back of a – new or nearly new – Lexus SUV. I did not catch the model number, but it was one of the BIG ones. It had an Arizona Plate. Looks like the cremation business is good in Arizona.
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…
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”
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.
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
