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Are you a shut-in?
Need something to do involving the outdoors? Then you’re in luck. Take a trip around the world without leaving your PC. Shut-ins welcome. Let’s hear it for shut-ins. Raise your hands, shut-ins.
These Say it Best
These are not dictionary definitions (although I did borrow from Dictionary.com and Merriam-Webster), these are just words that are not often heard, and they have unusual connotations.
Here are several words that you do not hear very often that are mostly synonymous with Heaven: Xanadu; Shangri-la, Eden, Arcadia, land of milk and honey, Promised Land, and Valhalla. A svengali, a swami, a guru, or a yogi, will supposedly get you there. I’d stick instead with good workouts.
Buzz-kill, killjoy, wet blanket, partypooper, and spoil-sport, all denote someone, who out of spite, from the lack of amusement in their life, ruins others’ fun. A sourpuss doesn’t have any fun, although they don’t necessarily work at stealing other’s good times.
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Ersatz, schlocky, schmaltz, and kitsch, denote fake, subpar, overly sentimental, and appealing to the lowest common denominator, respectively.
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A cancer, a tumor, an afflction, a predator, a tick, and a leech, can be used to describe people who prey on the unsuspecting and innocent.
Provincials, locals, and townies, describe unsophisticated, uncouth yokels, who have never left Long Island, and never will.
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Grating, abrasive, biting, and irritating, denote overly aggressive behavior, causing ill.
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Various subcultures possess their own language, their own phraseology. These are known as patois, jargon, argot, cant, vernacular, and lingo, as in: “Musicians have their own lingo.” Generally speaking, they mean a language particular to a group, or class of people. Another example, the argot of hard-nose Wall Street, includes phrases like the dead cat bounce (aka a sucker rally), or a slight rebound of a moribund company’s stock.
Here are words to describe a lack of ability to do cognitive tasks: daft; half-wit; moronic; imbecilic; and retarded.
Hodgepodge, jumble, and chock-a-block all denote arranging things in a crammed, or haphazard fashion.
Mumbo-jumbo, gobbledygook, and hogwash, denote meaningless talk.
Shenanigans, high jinks, and monkey business, all describe mischief, or conduct that causes annoyance.
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There’s the “GR” family of words: grisly; gruesome; grim; grief; gravesite; graveyard; gravestone; and gravedigger. That’s some family. Never mind.
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Disheartening, discouraging, and demoralizing all denote something or someone causing loss of hope, or depriving one of spirit.
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Hubris is roughly synonymous with: audacity, chutzpah, cockiness, pretension, and vanity.
Brio, zeal, zest, gusto, and verve, denote hearty enjoyment.
Here’s three words you don’t see so often, yet they say much: cognoscenti, illuminati, and literati. Literati describes people involved in writing, especially professionally. Illuminati means those possessing great enlightenment. Cognescenti describes those with superior understanding of culture, or the arts. [I apologize for all the disruption caused earlier by the untested, former-latter grammatic structure. I’m serious — kinda.]
The townies, the locals, and the provincials, arrived with their pitchforks, torches, and shotguns. They had one thing on their mind: Maintain the status quo over the one some were calling god, the one with big ideas.
These are several words, which are more interesting in describing lazy people, than just a word like loafer. Lollygagger, lazybones, and another word near in meaning to lackadaisical, is lounge about.
These are adjectives describing people or actions that are cruel: evil, diabolical, and sinister, as well as nasty, vicious, and wicked. Here are words describing large-scale acts of viciousness: carnage, ambush, bloodshed, war, and massacres.
Hoity-toity means thoughtless giddy behavior, namby-pamby and mickey mouse denotes lacking substance, pasty-white typically denotes pale skin tone. Exercise for the reader: Define “namby-pamby, hoity-toity, pasty-white”?
Astronomy for Anyone, Terrestrial or Celestial
Has there ever been aliens walking amongst us? Any space-travelers reading this today? How would we know? Okay, that’s impossible. It’s just too far-fetched.
Well, anyhow, here is the days until Spring (the Vernal Equinox), and the percentage of days with daylight hours less than today’s number of daylight hours (for the hemisphere having summer time).
September 23rd is the first day of Autumn this year, in the Norhtern Hemisphere. It is the first day of Spring in the Southern Hemisphere. On this day, every place on earth has an equal duration of sunshine. If you can imagine the Earth tilted, then at this time of year, the Sun’s rays are not angled any different, anywhere on the planet. During any other time of year, different latitudes have different heating effect of the Sun’s rays.
For instance, in Winter in the Northern Hemisphere, the Sun’s rays strike the Earth at an oblique angle, and are cooling, while in the Southern Hemisphere, they are far more direct, and are heat-producing.
Fall has become the predominant name of the season in America, while not very often in Britain, who generally call it Autumn. 9/21/24.
“Left alit is last.” The moon revolves past a full moon, then it goes towards the sunlit side of Earth, to become a last quarter moon, next a new moon, unseen on Earth. In this interval, from full moon to last quarter to new moon, the moon is alit on its left side, not its right side, as it does from new moon to first quarter to full moon.
In the Southern Hemisphere, left side and right side is reversed. Australians are essentially looking at the moon upside down. Left side alit is new moon, first quarter, full moon. Right side alit is full moon, last quarter, new moon. 7/26/24.
The summer solstice is fast approaching. This year it falls on the 20th of June. This is when the earth has its maximum tilt towards the sun. The longest day of this year in the Northern Hemisphere is June 20th, in the Southern Hemisphere it’s December 21st. In the nations of Europe, the summer solstice is known as midsummer, in others such as our own, it is known as the beginning of summer. 6/14/24.
Earth Day is April 22nd. Why not celebrate with a non-biodegradable clamshell lunch container, farmed seafood, and a dairy cow burger? Mother Nature just winked at you, it’s on the house. Be a litter bug, we dare you... 4/17/24.
Even though Mother Nature has been suffering of late (who hasn’t noticed climate change these days?), we can all do our part to reverse the decline. Take public transportation, don’t drive a gas-guzzler, drive a low or no pollution car, eat sustainable food, and never litter.
Support political candidates who back the same principles as you, ones that recognize climate change as a real issue that can be remediable by legislative restrictions on pollution. 4/20/24.
Moving path of totality is determined by Sun, Moon, or Earth. Well, the Sun doesn’t move, and the moon doesn’t move appreciably over an hour, it revolves around the earth once in twenty-eight days. The Earth revolves on its axis once every twenty-four hours, so the Earth accounts for the path of totality, the traciing of the shadow...
There were more planes flying overhead than usual, probably because the best place to see the eclipse would be by plane, at least if the skies were overcast, because you would be flying above the clouds. Fortunately, they were not so overcast on Long Island during the day of the eclipse. 4/8/24.
Long Island had two mild earthquatkes today. The most recent, eleven minutes ago, at approximately 6PM and twenty seconds. God has a schedule to keep? The first centered in Lebanon, New Jersey, and registered 4.8 on the Richter Scale (did the second originate from Jersey at exactly 6:00PM?) Someone on the radio remarked about the eeriness of a full solar eclipse preceded by an earthquake. 4/05/24.
There will be a full solar eclipse of the Sun by the Moon, on Monday, April 8th, 2024. The path of eclipse totality begins in Dallas at 2:42PM (adjust scroll bar of link for time and path of totality), and continues through Eastern Canada around 3:38PM.
I remember the last solar eclipse, in August of 2017. The air cooled off temporarily — with the sun’s rays blocked, that can be expected; and birds suddenly flyed around, as if confused.
Please do not view this solar eclipse without glasses specifically manufactured to view solar eclipses (like astronomy company, Celestron, sells — I do not get paid for any Other Letter recommendations). 3/12/24.
A saros is the periodicity of a solar eclipse (an eclipse cycle), or when a full solar eclipse returns to a single location. The Sun, Moon, and Earth, return to the same location after one saros. This duration is eighteen years, and ten, eleven, or twelve days. 3/15/24.
2024 is a leap year. This February has 29 days, not the usual 28. Every four years is a leap year, every hundred years is not a leap year, and every four hundred years is a leap year. Everyone got that? Good.
Jesus the Christ was not Crucified
(©2017, The Other Letter, Inc.)
Here’s a shocker. Take out your New Testament, and read the Gospel of Luke, Chapter 24, Verses 39 to 41. Anyone who takes the Holy Bible literally sees that Christ is not a spirit post-Crucifixion, he is “flesh and blood as you are.” Then to drive home the point (pun not intended), he asks, “Have ye here any meat?” The Holy Ghost needs meat? He’s a carnivore in the afterlife?
Jesus the Christ doesn’t even carry his cross to the Crucifixion, Simon the Cyrenian does (Luke 23:26, et al).
Of course, the New Testament has generated plenty of interest, regardless of the veracity of his Crucifixion. Here is a sampling of his teachings.
One thing to appreciate about the Christian Church is that they value life, above all else, above money, above prestige, and stature. The homeless, the downtrodden, have value, and why might that be? Jesus the Christ was effectively homeless, he did not have a permanent address. (I am not the Jewish hardliner, many may think I am.)
The Starlight in Orion Took Centuries to Reach Earth
[This is a reprise of an article I wrote several years ago.] The stars comprising the Winter constellation, Orion’s Belt are Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka. These stars are 825.7, 1,359.0, and 918.8 light years from Earth, respectively. A light year is the distance light travels in one year at the speed of light (186,000 miles per second).
In other words, when you see Orion in the night sky, the photons that your retina senses, left the Constellation of Orion in Medieval times, in the years 1,199AD, 665AD, and 1,106AD, respectively. In a sense, you’re seeing history, cosmic history, before your eyes.
The Wholly Unexpected Success of Oh, Carl
Movie Business Case Study: Oh, Carl.
Year of Release: 1992.
Genre: Regional Fare.
Locale: Upstate New York in a town called Whiteness.
Premise: An office secretary named Doris Deuce works at a car dealership, and dreams of getting back at her Jewish bosses for telling her to work the occasional weekend when the African American calls in sick. The Black woman, who will work weekends, without pay differential, is named Ebony Honey. Honey is an equal opportunity hire from Western New York. Staff calls her the “import.” After Doris meets Carl (he would often just drop into the dealership to chat with staff) they both plot to end all Jewish ownership in Whiteness, and beyond. Doris becomes Mayor Deuce in a landslide promising the return, and upgrade, of old-fashioned upstate values, such as much greater availability of maple syrup in restaurants, groceries, and package stores. The film ends with Doris and Carl, Nazi-saluting a stand of maple trees.
Credited Screenwriter: Doris LaDeuce, who was in fact a Nazi, ran for the Governor’s office in Montana, but did not win.
Film Commentary: Oh, Carl was a bit odd in that it showed Nazism in a very favorable light, with the Black character actress getting fired — after a campaign by Deuce — for looking at Doris menacingly; and the entire staff of the car dealership applauding as Ebony left for the last time.
Business Commentary: This movie, while never winning any awards, did much more than modest business across the Midwest, where, in limited distribution, it opened to 700 screens in forty markets. Gate exceeded $50 million. First Release: July 10th, 1992. Re-release: November 23rd, 1992. Cable: HBO carried this in moderate rotation, for eight weeks from January 2nd, 1993 to March 4th, 1993.
Satan Tempts Taylor Swift
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“Have a seat.”
“Where?”
“Is the one behind you okay?”
“Taylor, I have issues with you. First off, we all know you as the Dorothy that could. You’re the darkest cat in all of music. Mean and hungry. You’re unflappable, too, but you bend over backwards for the press. You’ll surrender, Dorothy.”
“Okay, we’re off to a fast start. I don’t know where you’re going with this, but okay, shoot.”
“Your latest album, I cannot even remember the name of it.”
“Tortured Poets Department?”
“What gives? I don’t get it. Who’s tortured — poets, why? Why are poets being tortured, and I don’t know about it?! Why!!”
“Well, it’s fictional. That’s why you haven’t heard of this department in the newspapers.”
“So you’re tortured? Be more explicit, please. You’re throwing everyone off with this title. Who’s torturing you? Is it someone I know, or should know? I do like torturing everyone. I may start torturing you, if you don’t watch it. Just remember Mephistopheles is running this department.”
“Well, I thought of the title, and we ran it by a focus group, and they liked it as well.”
“I’m really not interested. Now, the reviews have been middling, no, awful, may I quote?”
“Okay, go—”
“‘Worst Swift album since your debut, Taylor Sings Country Crooner Standards.’”
“I never dropped that album.”
“Let’s cut the crap. Your job is to stay in the limelight, is it not?”
“I try to keep a good public image, if that’s what you mean.”
“Then, here’s what we do. We tie one on. I mean epic tie one on. I mean near stomach pump from alcohol poisoning.”
“Who’d want that?”
“You would. Now, I did my research. You drive a Continental.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go drinking. You wrap that beauty ’round a tree. Come out of the wreck, staggering, but with a smile. That photo of that moment makes the cover of every newspaper in the World. Then, you give some little spiel about drinking, and driving, to the press. What do you say?”
“I say no to you, drinking to excess, even going out drinking. I’m not much of a drinker anyhow. And I’m not a paparazzi seeker. And, and, I wouldn’t emerge smiling from a car wreck. You’re a madman.”
“Hands up against the wall, Swift!”
“You’re a cop?!”
“I said, hands against the wall.”
“I’m clean!”
“I am Satan, I enjoy telling mortals what to do.”
“I am Taylor, I have free will.”
“I am Satan, I bully, I’m bossy, I ride, taunt, make life extremely difficult. I contradict. I antagonize. I instigate. I terrorize.”
“That’s some rap sheet.”
“No, this is where you’re so wrong. That’s some curriculum vitae.”
“That’s not a C.V., Satan, that’s bad karma, at best.”
“Let me tell you what you’re doing wrong. Everything. Let’s start with your catsuit on stage, tramp wear, I call it.”
“This is what dancers wear in the theater.”
“Who do you think you are — a dancer?”
“You’re giving me a major headache. My manager said this interview would give me a new, market segment.”
“Wrong again, has-been.”
“I’ve had tough crowds before, but—”
“Mephistopheles has you under his spell.”
“No, you really don’t.”
“Swift, I have you cornered... Hmm, you didn’t flinch.”
“I still have home field advantage.”
“Who plays that?”
“Van Halen.”
“Oh, that one. I don’t play any Van Halen covers.”
“Okay. Does not play Van Halen covers.”
“What are you writing?”
“Notes. You still call yourself a musician, without doing any Van Halen?”
“I do.”
“Calls herself a musician. Hmm.”
“I’ve been practicing most of my iife.”
“I shall riddle you this, Batgirl.””
“Hmm? Oh, okay, Batgirl, that’s less offensive.”
“Okay, Batgirl. My son, Damien, is in the audience. He starts convulsing, because he’s just playing a joke on you. Now, you don’t realize it’s a joke. Do you stop your show, and come to his aid?”
“Yes.”
“No, you didn’t hear me, he’s Damien, he’s the son of Satan. He wears all black, cornrows, smoking a joint. Do you come to his aid?”
“Yes, I would.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You’d spot an usher. You’d point to Damien with your index finger, and throw your thumb over your shoulder. Understood? Again, this is what you would do. You would not stop the show, and seek medical attention for Damien.”
“No, I would seek medical attention for Damien.”
“BUT HE IS THE F*CKING ANTICHRIST OKAY? YOU LIKE EVIL THEN, ADMIT IT, YOU LIKE EVIL!!!”
“But he came to see my show. He is a fan of mine, Satan.”
“You let evil enjoy your show?”
“Well, my music doesn’t cater to evil.”
“Go to hell, Swift, go to hell!! You’re EVIL!!!”
“That was a loaded, trick question, wasn’t it? But if someone gets violently ill, I would stop the show for them, your son, or anyone else. If they were faking needing an ambulance, the crowd would get so P.O.’d the attention-grabber would have to leave early, and forfeit a three-hundred-dollar ticket. A good time is had by all, Satan. I’m SRO—standing room only.”
“Okay, the deal is this. I have a business proposition for you. Join me on the dark side, and rake in not only money, but power over pop-lovers everywhere. And I do not have the time for pop nonsense, pop queens, got it? Change your name to Petunia Mellowstock, because [ring, ring] — get this call — where’s my cell phone? Oh, holy—yes? Who the—”
“I am God, you leave Taylor alone, do you hear me?”
“No, I’m deaf.”
“Check the caller ID.”
“The. Caller. ID. Hmm, eh-oh. My phone says the caller is ‘GOD,’ God?! Is this some kind of wicked joke? If it is, I want in. Who the—”
“Go back to your den, Beelzebub, devil-in-chief — now!”
“No, no way. What are you going to do about that, God?... I’m on fire!! Knife attack!! Drowning!! Oh, mother of GOD!!! AGH!!!! Swifty, I am outta here. Better luck next time, with your streaming content. I’m burning alive!!! STOP, YOU GOD IMPOSTER!!!! GOD?!!! NOT HAPPENING—”
“Satan, don’t forget your cape.”
“You’ll hear from my lawyer, and your so-called God will, too. You’re a tough nut, Swift.”
[Door slams!]
“That was a close one. Talk about hidden agendas. I thought he was a legit reporter. Wait, you’re God?”
“Well, mostly.”
“You’re awfully humble for a God.”
“Staying in good form, I guess. Well, I’ll get going.”
“You can stick around, if you’d like. I made some chocolate chip cookies.”
“I’d like to, but I have to be somewhere.”
“Upstairs?”
“Upstairs? Oh, no, I have to run by the grocery, and pick up some stuff.”
“Are you British?”
“I’m a little bit of everything. How about you?
“I’m Scottish, and English, mostly Scottish.”
“Bagpipes and kilts?”
“No, guitars and cardigans.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re good.”
“Well, gotta get going.”
“And save Gotham?”
“Hmm, mostly.”
“Maybe, mostly?”
“Good night.”
“Are you married?”
“No... You look really good by the way. Gees, I meet America’s Sweetheart, and I—”
“Thanks for saving me from Satan.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“But that caller ID stunt was just a trick, Satan must have done some messed-up drug, he read his caller ID wrong?”
“Yes, um, right. But let me give you a call.”
“Huh? Okay.”
“Hi, Taylor. Guess who?”
“Oh LORD, Satan got the same caller ID!!! My caller ID says you’re GOD!!! You’re frigging GOD!!!!!!!”
“Have a good one.”
“Cookies? Chablis? Pop a cork? Veuve Clicquot? Stay?—”
“It’s late, maybe we’ll meet again. I want to take advantage of the traffic going home.”
“Hey, please, you can check out my ride. I drive a Corniche, oh, and a Rolls.”
“That sounds expensive.”
“They list at a quarter-mill.”
“A quarter-million dollars?”
“That’s right.”
“Must really move?”
“What?”
“Your Corniche must be fast.”
“Takes off like a jackrabbit — the salesman said one-fifty-plus.”
“Over one-hundred-and-fifty miles an hour?”
“Yup.”
“What can you do?”
“Fifty-five, I’m Taylor Swift, and there’s lots riding on my tires.”
“Okay, if you keep it at fifty-five, you can take me on your cruiser.”
“Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“There’s beach-front I own. I have folding chairs in the trunk, and apple-juice-lemonade in the car fridge. I don’t mean to come on strong, but you’re God, and I don’t run into your type so often — or ever...”
Madge and Dougie Review Steely Dan’s Aja
Madge and Douglas are sitting in a somewhat spare kitchen in Peg, a suburb of Chicago. There’s a video camera in front of them. They’re wearing matching “Madonna, Madonna, Madonna,” t-shirts, his in green, hers in red.
“I’m Madge—”
“And I’m Douglas—”
“And we’re here to discuss the secret meanings behind Steely Dan’s Aja—”
“For all our Youtube friends—”
“Followers—”
“Yes, followers. You complete my sentences.”
“Yeah.”
“We’ll come right out and say it—”
“We lost our jobs at a big tech company.”
“We tried to unionize.”
“C’mon, Dougie, our last day, we tried to set the employee cafeteria ablaze.”
“After our unionization efforts failed.”
“With our unemployment running out, we have branched into music appreciation Youtubes.”
“That’s right, Madge. Okay, got my notes. Let’s begin. Aja was Steely Dan’s best album. Can I say that, Madge?”
“You just did.”
“The Dan begins: ‘Up on the hill.’ Which hill is this? The hill of Damocles? Edinburgh has seven hills, maybe the Dan means one of those.”
“Dougie, it’s the Sword of Damocles, not the hill. Sword overhead, peril at every turn? I keep forgetting, you’re coding, not English lit.”
“Peril at what? Do you remember we worked on the Milkgate Proposal? I brought over the spec, but we both had trouble with making a better recipe for cheese. Remember that?”
“Yeah, I do. And what was the gate in Milkgate? Sure it was a dairy, but it was about linear programming cheese. That’s the notes I got from you, linear program cheese.”
“Madge, Mayhock Industries—”
“I remember them, we worked there twenty years, vague recollection—”
“They needed us to maximize Milkgate’s cheese recipe for profit, A, and flavor, B.”
“That’s right, we’re consultants, get called in. We get cheese, over priced, it was skim milk, and the profits were skimmed by local farmers, mind you. We said the problem was local farmers, not a popular target, local farmers.”
“We opened the floodgates to Milkgate’s Milkgate, Dougie.”
“Wasn’t it like Watergate, kinda, wasn’t it?”
“It was. It was, Dougie.”
“Too bad, all this we thought was under the table, the milk skimming, was legal.”
“The local farmers were all legit. So we got fired for scandalizing, slandering, the cheese at Milkgate.”
“Hmm. [Looks at notes.] Angular banjoes, do you get this? You read Ulysses.”
“Ulysses and Angular banjos? No. Give me another one.”
“Why do the people on the hill just don’t care, Madge?”
“They are on the hill, they are the chosen ones. Got anything else?”
“Why Aja, and not the continent?”
“You mean, why A-J-A, and not A-S-I-A?”
“Yeah.”
“A-J-A is a woman.”
“Quit while we’re ahead?”
“Yes, I got a few food stamps left. Can dinner be just soup broth?”
“Sure. Youtube followers, see you next week for—”
“I think we said we’d do Stairway, talk about Stairway to Heaven.”
“Is that Beatles?”
“No, I think that’s Bread, Bread, the group, not the appetizer.”
“Bread is an appetizer?”
“Sure, Dougie, before a meal?...”
The Royal Cambridges Handling the Sprocketeers
Katherine, Princess of Wales, and William (Bill to his friends), often mingle with the townies far afield from Kensington Palace. One recent Royal parade, this time to low-tech center Sprocket Shire, brought up a conflict they have faced.
There is a pocket or two of poverty (as there is anywhere else) in the far, far, North of Wales, near the Shire of Mopsweep. The Royal parades are not always so happily greeted by the locals. At Sprockets (its nickname, they drop the Shire), a few parade-goers did not embrace the spirit of Windsor greatness, that Kate and Bill evidence. They pelted the Royal second-in-line to the throne with tomatoes (think Spain’s Tomatino Festival at harvest).
Said the ever so diplomatic Kate: “They did this to us last year, we enjoy Sprockets, but a few Sprocketeers don’t quite enjoy the celebration as much as others. Before we returned to Sprockets, we set out pamphlets outlining proper appreciation of the Royal motorcade. At Sprockets, we don’t leave the motorcade, we stay inside the limousine, and wave.”
Said Prince William, always the gentleman: “Most cities, we’re greeted warmly, but I don’t know, the Sprocketeers really don’t like these British pride events. I’m saddened, we try to bring good will, visibility, and commerce, we’re ambassadors, but it’ll be good to get back to home base in London.”
Frontier Partner
“Most appreciated, Ma’am.”
“You ain’t ’round these parts, are you?”
“I’m up from Mayheco, by Texas way.”
“Is that so?”
“That be right. What ’bout you?”
“Outta Cheyenne.”
“That’s a time getting here.”
“Sure was. Injun territory. Don’t appreciate cattle folk.”
“You don’t look like no wrangler to me...”
“You is a dead man without a guide in these environs. But I can offer this: Stay along water; keep to the water.”
“I’d ask.”
“Ask what?”
“I travel well. Want to go along?”
“Where?”
“Canada.”
“I heard mighty cold far north. Can you find a town?”
“I heard tell of iron horses. Hop aboard one of them. What year is it?”
“Hardly matters for me these days. I would hash mark my bedpost. 1840 something. Why?”
“A few years back, I saw tracks and a coal burner, likely larger burners now.”
“Coal burner?”
“Moving up the line. That’s where to go, the towns by the rails.”
“Sure, the railway. Where did you say you’re from, and new to railways?”
“Mayheco via Texas way.”
“To Nebraska?”
“Nebraska?”
“You got to Nebraska.”
“Right chere? I just follow the empty towns.”
“There’s ghost towns all the way? You got sheriffs through there hunting for bounty. The only thing preventing them pulling the trigger on an out-of-towner is the specter of baby Jesus condemning them for blood money. Think you’ll get through the Plains? Honest?”
“See if I can make it. Need a safe house for more than a night, good eats on the table, too... Whatcha say you did for a living, before outfitting clothing? Wrangled cattle?”
“Ran the chuck wagon. Then, I taught at a school for young women, the farmers’ daughters, in Wichita, although the students came from as far away as Omaha.”
“Taught ’em Bible reading?”
“Like that, spreading the word of the Lord, and how to sew, and cook. Although, it was a finishing school, Wichita Finishing, not a church. How to marry well, how to marry up, how to stay in his will, keep the farm. The headmistress liked me, said I had a way with the students in my class.”
“I can see why... Did you have books, for your school?”
“No. Well, the Bibles we could get.”
“I’ve been to Hell, is Heaven possible?”
“Pardon — is Heaven possible?”
“Is Heaven—”
“Hold it one second. Where are you from? No one gets to this part of the Niobrara Trail, the Missouri even, without a pack, without companion. Who are you?”
“Just looking for a better life. Heaven?”
“Huh?”
“Is Heaven possible?”
“Well, yeah, certainly. I mean, if you live a just life, you spend eternity in Heaven. Well, does your kind believe in Heaven?”
“I do.”
“Where is Heaven for you?”
“Right here, right now... You know how to be nice to people... Hmm. Poker stare, you’re tough to read. Barking up the wrong tree? Much ado?”
“What the heck! That’s William Shakespeare. Who are you?!”
“I am your neighbor. I’m just an Injun, as you say.”
“Oh my god!! What about, “up from Mayheco”?”
“If I say I am Cherokee, that is trouble.”
“But you know European ways—”
“I’ve learned your people’s ways, your lives. What am I now to you? I am a Cherokee.”
“Damn, that changes everything, but changes nothing at all.”
“You smile rarely.”
Medical Advice from a Layman
Can we talk about health?
Attribution: Health Jade.
- Have you ever said this? “I’m going to be deaf if I keep this up.” Of course, you’re talking about ice cream sundaes.
Pilgrim State Psychiatric Hospital was officially opened on Long Island in 1931. It has 13,875 beds. Today, almost all of those beds are empty. Why? The introduction of Thorazine in the 1960s. Before that, treatment could be as harsh as lobotomy.
The female genitalia is significantly more complex than the its male counterpart.
You may say that immortality is impossible, and you may be right, yet Methusaleh of the Book of Genesis in the Old Testament lived 969 years. Did he eat better than the other ancients? Did he exercise more? Were his friends all good people? On this, the Bible is not explicit, no longevity guidance is given, just that this guy, Methusaleh, lived almost a millenium.
Try not to lose ground in the Battle of the Bulge. Be vigilantly calorie-conscious. Choose fruit over cake; poultry over beef; and seafood is a very healthy choice.
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Above is responsible for all life.
Deoxyribonucleic Acid, or DNA, is collectively the genome, the blueprint for humanity. This blueprint, the DNA, is a binary encoding of a sequence of two nucleotides, of two pairs of amino acids: adenine/thymine, and cytosine/guanine.
Somehow, these two pairs of protein create fingers, legs, and most miraculously, our brains, which can think, remember, and reason. Doesn’t this seem so far-fetched as to be next to impossible? Yet, the DNA model of double helix laddered nucleotides define all mankind.
It is just incredible, isn’t it, that the miracle of life is predicated upon a real miracle, binary amino acid encoding.
Life-tested Family Advice
My grandfather had five lessons for his son, my father. These proved to be good advice for both him and me:
- Buy land, they’re not making any more of it.
- Learn to box (okay, this was around World War II).
- Do not lend money to anyone, give it away. If they need money, they likely won’t be paying it back.
- Get an education (or learn a trade), at least until you’re twenty-one years of age.
- Do not drink alcohol.
Just Saying (or Meditation Rallying Points, You Decide)
Attribution: Although I am trilingual (actually quadrilingual, I speak Navajo),
the four translations here, are provided by translate.google.com.
The Other Letter, Inc. gets fifteen, worldwide, visitors a day.
The only ones, mature enough, to be privy to the truth.
Si no quiere que su hijo lea esto, existen aplicaciones de control parental para bloquear sitios web.
Si vous ne souhaitez pas que votre Junior lise ceci, il existe des applications de contrôle parental pour bloquer les sites Web.
If you don’t want your Junior to read this, there are parental control apps to block websites, including pornography sites.
Plu noot gruw den ulda tak den noot eur grav pic, noot prud, noot nakt cee est de wist.
Just Saying has its own separate page! How’s that for enhanced user experience?! (Okay, no one cares, but it was getting unwieldy in size.)
Who won?
Ginette Reno leads the Canadian National Anthem before a Montreal-New York hockey game.
(Attribution: Sports Net, ©2017.)
Ask Siri, or its equivalent, when was the last time Canada won the Stanley Cup. You’ll see that it was in 1992. Canada lives for ice hockey, it is their national sport. The majority of hockey players in the National Hockey League are from Canada. They export hockey players by the hundreds, but 1992 is the last time a Canadian hockey team won the Cup.
That team, to this day, is also the winningest team in all of the NHL, the Montreal Canadians, aka the Habitants, or Habs. The owner of Madison Square Garden, Tex Rickard, in 1924, saw the “H” in Montreal’s uniform, and thought that it meant that they were habitants, or farmers. Those farmers can sure play hockey, eh? [The “H” stands for hockey.]