Thursday, January 29, 2009
Happy 64th, Tom and Jackie!
Friday, January 9, 2009
The Male Point of View
Saturday, November 29, 2008
It's Foolproof!
I have what I consider a foolproof way to get these phonetically challenged folks to say "nuclear." It works like this:
Take the sentence, "I bought a new clear pane of glass for my window." and have them repeat it fifty times, followed by, "I bought a new clear pane of glass," fifty times, followed by, "new clear pane," fifty times, then just ,"new clear," fifty times. Then they (according to my plan) will be ready to add the word "weapons," but they should picture it in their mind as "new clear weapons." Say it fast and it sounds just like "nuclear weapons," or so close as makes no matter, certainly much better than "nucular weapons." Same with the words "reactor" or "energy":
they would picture "new clear reactor," and "new clear energy," respectively.
I can think of no reason why this wouldn't work.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Barack Obama Wins: America Can Be Proud
My sister called me today. She was on her way to visit her daughter and new grandson, and was stuck at a railroad crossing. "I'm flying my American flag today," she said. "I haven't flown it in a long time, and last night, before the election returns came in, I didn't know whether I would fly it again, or burn it in the fireplace, but I'm flying it." I feel the same way; the picture here is one of our flag flying over my neighborhood. I took this photo more than a year ago but have never used it until now.
The New York Times said today, in an editorial regarding Senator Obama's victory:
"His triumph was decisive and sweeping, because he saw what is wrong with this country: the utter failure of government to protect its citizens. He offered a government that does not try to solve every problem but will do those things beyond the power of individual citizens: to regulate the economy fairly, keep the air clean and the food safe, ensure that the sick have access to health care, and educate children to compete in a globalized world."
I could not agree more.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
On Dragonflies and Angels
My tenth grade English teacher read this book to the class. She had the most wonderful voice, and when she read the words, “The Princess Saralinda,” I, who had never thought I wanted children, decided immediately that I wanted a daughter and that I would name her Saralinda. “Saralinda,” I thought, is the most beautiful name I have ever heard. And, indeed my older daughter is named Saralinda.
What is this book, "The 13 Clocks?" I found the following description here:
http://book.consumerhelpweb.com/authors/thurber/0440405823.htm
“Well, it's sort of a children's book. And sort of not.
“The back of the book has the publishers equally flummoxed. They write:
‘It isn't a parable, a fairy story, or a poem, but rather a mixture of all three. It is beautiful and it is comic. It is philosophical and it is cheery. What we are trying fumblingly to say is, in a word, it is Thurber.’
“How can I do better than that? I would tell you it has 124 pages of beautifully illustrated text, but that would barely scratch the surface. It is a poem in prose form. It is a tale fantastical and lyrical. It is a tale of impossibility”. B Redman
It is a story of good versus evil, with the moral (or one of the morals) being, “If you’re on the side of Good, you don’t have to be perfect to win. But you have to be consistent and tenacious, and much more, and always remember which side you’re on…but you don’t have to be perfect.”
Other people know this book well, and have even memorized passages, or perhaps the whole book. My daughter Saralinda told me the following true story:
She was in a small shop in Canada, found something she wanted to purchase, and handed it, along with her credit card, to the gentleman by the cash register, the owner of the shop.
He looked at her name on the card, and said, with no hesitation whatsoever, “She moved across the room like wind in violets…”
How could one forget a book with prose like this?
Monday, October 13, 2008
On Walks Around the Block
Bill told me how he had, on one occasion, successfully found a dentist at 4AM in Vladisvostok,
to pull a tooth which had been causing unbearable agony.
I liked the Vladivostok story more; it seemed quite a feat. But now I wonder: did this really happen, or did Bill make it up to have something to compete with Kevin's stories about walking around the block?