Pride goes before the fall...
-jk
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I once met the love of my life in a Nashville country joint. Except we didn’t meet. She was singing on stage and I was standing in the crowd, a smear of barbecue sauce on my cheek, farting in my sweatpants and then moving a few feet away so no one knew it was me. Don’t remember her name so don’t know if she “made it” but she had a little Allison Krauss thing going on. Pretty sure she was singing just for me. I think we would have had an epic love affair, lots of strawberry wine and long, deep conversations about whether scientists will ever determine where pepper comes from.
Someone was posting about Richard Feynman a few weeks ago. In one of his books, he talks about an experiment he conducts on himself with psychedelic drugs. I have not conducted similar experiments on myself but have some family members who lived quite literally at the corner of Haight and Ashbury who have shared some stories, some that sound genuinely interesting and a few that sound troubling. I guess with anything, if I could eliminate the risk of a bad experience or negative effects, I'd be interested in trying it out. Now, excuse me, I have to go pick up a six pack and cheeseburger.
^ one needs a competent tour guide for such pursuits. https://aeon.co/essays/how-psychedel...nd-off-despair
Numerous studies are being conducted at prestigious schools and hospitals including NYU, Johns Hopkins and UCLA with terminal cancer patients (among others).
Not worth getting too deeply into this, but much has been written about how Timothy Leary (inadvertently) drove serious research about psychedelics from respectability in the 1960s. Michael Pollan's How To Change Your Mind is a solid book which gets into a lot of this.
My first psychedelic was my junior year at college. For my birthday friends gave me a tab of acid and third row tickets to a Return to Forever concert (Stanley Clarke on bass and Chick Corea on keyboards, simply amazing musicians). The music is fantastic of course (in all senses of the word), and doubly so in my state. But halfway through the mike stands start bending like one of those inflatable tube guys, I become convinced the drummer is getting furious at his bandmates and realize that Chick is controlling the world from his keyboard! Then I made my worst mistake -looking behind me and seeing the hundreds (thousands! in my mind) of people who came in after I had sat down, all staring at me and all obviously knowing I was tripping. I had to get out so I convinced my friends to leave with me halfway through the concert.
So then me and my close friend, who is also tripping decide to go on a midnight walk through the grounds of the beautiful Prospect Gardens, accompanied by a stoner classmate (high af, like always, but not on acid). At one point my friend and stoner are getting into a heated argument about a newly released album, my friend attacking and the stoner defending. Finally stoner says “Ok, I’ll admit it has its ups and downs.” My friend immediately replies, “It’s not a matter of topography John — it’s just a I'm a real wanker for saying this.I'm a real wanker for saying this.I'm a real wanker for saying this.I'm a real wanker for saying this.I'm a real wanker for saying this.I'm a real wanker for saying this. album.”
Still one of the funniest lines Ive heard in my lifetime. And one of the great nights of my life. :)
Good morning, all!
Hey, look over here! Here, here...Poptarts!!!
Enough with the kookie drugs.
My first psychedelic experience was on Monmouth Ave., just off East Campus. And that's all I have to say about that.
I've come to the conclusion that I had a very different college education from many on this board. I'm such a nerd.
I spent too much time in the gym.
Got gifted some venison bologna. Nice with a bit of Coleman's Mustard.
I have Kraft Mac and Cheese once or twice a year. It was what I grew up with, as others noted every once in a while I get nostalgic.
To me, Kraft mac is like crappy pizza. It's obviously nowhere near as good as the real thing, but sometimes I don't want the artisan pie with the scratch-made crust; I want puckered mystery meat pepperonis on a chewy, bland substrate.
By the same token, I make a mean homemade mac & cheese, if I do say so, with fancy cheese and bechamel and the whole nine yards, but I also always keep a handful of blue boxes on hand for when I'm just in the mood.
I've switched to sweats the last couple of days. More often shorts.
Two aisles diverged in a yellow sporting goods store,
And sorry I could not wear both pants
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked at one as far as I could
To where it ended in a cuff just above the sneakers;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was shorter pants that I wanted to wear;
Though as for that the passing there
I could have rocked them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay on shelves no grimy teen had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two pants diverged in a sporting goods store, and I—
I took the one less lengthy,
And that has made all the difference.
Good morning, no rompers here...
You guys are amateurs! We women can wear our comfy clothes to the office with no one the wiser. I have worn joggers to work, just add ugg boots to cover the ankles, a long sweater, and poof! an acceptable cold-weather office outfit. This also works with workout leggings. I have even worn an Old Navy pajama top to work AND RECEIVED COMPLIMENTS on what a pretty "blouse" it was. (snicker, snicker) Now, when I work at home, it's no major transition, except I can opt for No Bra Friday.
Three degrees below zero with a nice stiff breeze this morning, so wear your shorts at your peril. I'm going with the fuzzy pants.
I believe the 'O' stands for onesie.
The diversity of comfy clothes available to women far exceeds what is available to men. However, the diversity of decidedly un-comfy clothes available to women also far exceeds what is available to and expected to be worn by men. So, trade-offs.
I like to align my pant length by degrees below zero for hikes. My yams stay pretty warm so a 3 degree below zero hike (no wind, mind you) keeps me in the short shorts.
Working in a casual professional environment is pretty great. For the first ~6 years of my career, I wore a jacket and tie every day. Now, it's t-shirts and Levi's. Most of my clothes have either cartoons or National Parks on them.;)
I had a rather spectacular fall from a horse in high school. I had some but not a lot of experience riding horses at the time. I was with a group and wasn't paying close attention to my horse, chatting with the friends who were on the ride with me when my horse decided it was time to race with the horse my brother was on. She ran me into a low hanging tree branch which, thank goodness, was dead, otherwise I might have broken my neck, but that part of the incident caused me to lose my grip on the reins. After that it was hang on to the saddle horn for all I was worth. If she had merely slowed instead of coming to an abrupt stop (with a slight turn sideways), I probably would have stayed on. But that was not to be. Because of the sideways turn, I did not go headfirst over the top but instead slide off the side which probably saved me from serious injury. I didn't even have a minor injury. When I found myself flat on the ground though, I realized I had exactly one course of action, get back on that horse immediately. I told her, "Ok, that was fun, but I'm getting right back on you and you are going to WALK me back to the stable, right now." She did. I will still ride horses, but I'm not much for going fast on one.
I have twice in my life chaperoned middle schoolers on trips to Europe (once to France, once to England/Scotland). The teacher who runs these trips asked me specifically to please come along when they went to Peru. I told him that much as I loved going on these trips with him and flattered though I was that he wanted me to come back, I am the sort of person that only wants to face First World problems when I travel, as exciting as seeing Machu Picchu might be.
I (and one other person) once chaperoned 40 kids to Montreal when I was 19 years old; somehow all of them returned in fine shape, though we did have one puker on the bus (isn't there always at least one?)...I think this led to my inclination to not have kids.
The hubby is a single malt scotch guy. He is in Maryland this week, back Sunday, back to Maryland next Friday. We will be apart for this birthday and Valentine's Day. Most years, I buy him a single malt for his birthday. This year, I'm thinking I'll be the one to have a scotch in celebration. He's only got Laphroaig on the shelf at the moment, I should probably get him another bottle of something. Usually there are a couple of choices. Talisker is his favorite.
You and me both, DinK. Although I was often present when others were having their different experiences. I am one of life's designated drivers and have been so since long before we coined the term. BD's here! I can get high/drunk/messed up AF, she'll make sure I get home!
I wondered if my absence from this thread was noticed. Clemmons noticed and asked me to come back. I had a lot to catch up on. I have been in a weirdly positive funk since the inauguration. Positive because all I really want is a national pandemic plan. Funk because we have just now started on the hard work required to come back from whatever you want to call our current situation. So, it will get better but it isn't better yet and won't be for awhile.
In the meantime, I got into a serious twitter war with an Oxfordian. He called me some rather choice names. I went high, but I didn't back down from my position.
Have I posted my thoughts on the Shakespeare authorship question here before? I feel like I have. I'll post (or repost) them if anyone is interested.
In general, I find Zoom theater depressing. I have "attended" a couple of pandemic productions but they don't do it for me and I'm usually left feeling even worse than before I gave it a try, so, I'm steering clear except for events involving very close friends. That said, I find myself auditioning for an online production of Tartuffe tonight, directed by a close friend who has posted some wonderful thoughts on how theater needs to embrace the current medium's strengths better rather than try to make it seem like everything is normal. So, giving it a go as it might be a worthwhile experience and if I'm in it, I won't have to watch it!
The pandemic has certainly caused things to be done differently. Our church did a virtual Christmas Pageant - we have some very talented people that put it together. It was a purchased program but the filming and editing was done by church members and staff. Link in case you want to sneak a peak - they even put together outtakes. My favorite line was one of the shepherds saying "Well - that just happened". Here is the link - originally put in the video but it is long: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sIhCq2s3mzg
Thank God. She's back.
Tom Selleck turns 76 today. This makes me sad.
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I was thrown from my horse when I was 16. The horse had been spooked by a loud moped that had come up from behind. Apparently I was knocked out because the first thing I remember after being bucked is me in the passenger seat of my car and my 14yo cousin driving me home. Fortunately it was just a few miles of country road to my house since he had never driven a car before.
I started a twitter war by making this joke on a complete unrelated tweet, "Yeah, but it's still not possible that the Earl of Oxford could have written some of Shakespeare's plays after he was dead." This tweet caused someone else in the twitterverse to lose his mind. He went off on how the dating of the plays was inexact and how much of an idiot I am and blah, blah, blah. I responded with "Bless your heart." ]
This brought in another Oxfordian who was more reasonable to calmly explain to me how the dating of the plays was inexact and that Stratfordians were always moving the goalposts. I then explained that I was somewhat of a Stratford agnostic. It's not that I refuse to entertain the possibility that William Shakespeare was not actually William Shakespeare. I will admit that maybe he wasn't but that is beside the point I made. Shakespeare might not be Shakespeare, but Shakespeare is definitely not Edward de Vere, the 17th Earl of Oxford. I repeated that de Vere died before at least one of the plays was written. My more reasonable twitter person started in on the shipwreck in The Tempest and how there were lots of shipwrecks and how could it ever be definitively proved that the shipwreck Stratfordians say inspired The Tempest is shaky at best. I responded with, "Tempest, Shmempest, the proof is in Macbeth." Oxford died in 1604. Macbeth was written after the Gunpowder Plot was foiled in 1605. IMHO, the Porter's speech, especially his use of the term equivocator, is a direct reference to the Gunpowder Plot. I am far from the only one who feels this way. When I explained this bit to my Oxfordian opponent, he started referencing earlier use of the term equivocation. Then it was my turn to mention the moving of goalposts.
But, then, out of kindness, I allowed that perhaps the term equivocation was in broad use prior to the Gunpowder Plot (despite what some historians have to say about it) but the Banquo character and the scene where the weird sisters tell him he will get kings but be no king himself was obviously written for James I. And my Oxfordian then proved himself to be a complete idiot by arguing that point with me. Seriously? James I, according to Holinshed, (the source material for most of Shakespeare's history plays), was a direct descendent of Banquo (a historical person). He did not take that as proof that Macbeth was written during the reign of James I. Yeah, pound sand, dude. So, Elizabeth I died in late March, 1603. James I was coronated in June, 1603. Oxford died in June, 1604. Oxford certainly did spend much of his last year currying favor with the new king. Could he have written Macbeth in that time frame? I mean, yes, he had time, I guess. But he didn't do it.
There has been statistical text analysis done on Shakespeare, by the way. We mostly on have poetry samples from people that have been put forth as the actual author (there are many, Oxford has the most supporters). Text analysis excludes any of the other well known playwrights of the time from also being Shakespeare. The poetry is less conclusive because there isn't as much of it from Shakespeare. What samples we do have from Oxford are from his early life and Oxfordians will claim that the reason we don't have later samples is because he was too busy being Shakespeare. What text analysis has shown is that Shakespeare is remarkably internally consistent. His known poetry correlates very highly with his other known poetry, more highly then almost all other poets of the era. Shakespeare is Shakespeare is Shakespeare throughout his career and Oxford's early work does not correlate with Shakespeare.
One other knock against Oxford - and almost all other potential authors put forward - Shakespeare was famous in his own time. His plays were published with his name attached which was uncommon at the time. I do not for one minute believe that a man with power, even if he had to hide the fact that he was the Bard during his lifetime, would not have left documents claiming authorship to be revealed after his death. So, if it wasn't Shakespeare, it was not a member of the nobility. And if it wasn't a member of the nobility, why the need for secrecy? Yeah.
So why do I admit to being an agnostic? Two things: 1) that highly correlated with himself stuff leads me to believe he had either a collaborator or an editor. Two people writing together will often be more internally consistent than one person alone. 2) Shakespeare is Shakespeare and not Middleton or Webster or Ben Johnson or even Marlowe because of his female characters. His women are women, actual living breathing people. That's not true of most female characters written by other playwrights of the time. Heck, it's not even true for many male playwrights ever. Or novelists (Dickens comes to mind here.) So, if Shakespeare wasn't Shakespeare or if he had a significant collaborator, that person was a woman.
The article in The Atlantic a couple of years ago about Emilia Bassano sent chills down my spine. https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine...assano/588076/
I say I'm a Stratfordian agnostic but that's not exactly true. I think William Shakespeare of Stratford-Upon-Avon was Shakespeare, but I think a woman contributed to his work in some way, and I now think that woman was Emilia Bassano.
I just killed it in my audition for Tartuffe. I know from experience that doesn't always translate into getting cast, but, I've never been cast when I didn't kill it in auditions, so.
Unfortunately, the weekend doesn't mean the work ends.
If it’s Saturday morning, it’s grocery shopping time!
Getting ready for a nice long hike by the river. Should be crisp but clear. Been looking forward to this all week.
preparing my equipments for subzero grilling of prime steaks tonight, possible Blue Devil victory dinner?
Nobody really questioned his authorship until a couple of centuries after his death. We have more information on the lives of other well known playwrights of the time. But there is evidence, nothing completely definitive, but enough evidence to support the belief that Shakespeare was known as a playwright during his lifetime. Too many people who did leave records would have known if Shakespeare wasn't Shakespeare for it to be completely believed that he wasn't. It is, however, plausible to me, that he had a behind the scenes collaborator/editor/assistant, like I said before. And again, I completely believe that if he did, that collaborator/editor/assistant was a woman and I believe that because you will never convince me that a man would have kept quiet about it - he would have demanded credit. Women in the 16th century? Not so much.
I'm at work. :(
Goods news (I guess) - I have a job. :D
I am as pedantic as a mug. My phone has installed an update which fails to recognize Proper nouns for some reason. But I am hiking and I am not going to kill myself To fix the Abhorrent Lack of Understanding Of what constitutes a proper noun. I am so angry. I apologize that this is distracting.
I'm not sure How to classify it on a likelihood scale, but your argument sounds reasonable and compelling. I agree that Many who Believe He was Completely uninvolved are operating Under the assumption That Those who believed he was the sole author are the ones who have to prove Their Theory, And that Simply isn't the way This works. Since these works are already attributed to Shakespeare, the onus for Proving The Works Were authored by Someone else Is on those Who believe that to be true. You have to operate under the assumption That He wrote them until absolutely proven otherwise. The most compelling arguments for Him at least Having assistance are The Ways that female characters are depicted (Which is so Different from his contemporaries) And his Italianate Influences . Perhaps There was a Better Working knowledge of Italy, and especially Classical Italian History Because the Renaissance Moved From Italy Towards The rest of Europe And Italian Cultural hegemony Was so pervasive That even Someone who had not Traveled to Italy Had a Significant working knowledge Of Italian History. But The subject of the article's Italian heritage, Intricate working knowledge of The Royal Court And proximity To the orbit of Shakespeare Is at least suggestive that if he Had a collaborator, It Could have been her.
For the last 10 years of my career Working at the bedside I worked every Friday, Saturday and Sunday So we would have Coverage for the children Since my wife work during the week. The last 5 Years of this I Got a second job So that I worked every weekend In Our neonatal Intensive Care Unit and travelled every third week to NICUS around the country where I either spoke at conferences or Acted as a Consultant for the Physicians, respiratory therapists, nurse practitioners and nurses. It is no exaggeration To say Those weeks were 100-plus hour weeks. I am thrilled to have one job now And to never Have to work weekends unless there is An emergency With A baby in my Area .
In other news, I may have put too many chocolate chips in my chocolate chip pancakes.
I have a $10 dollar bill from 1934 and a $5 from 1963. Neither are in good enough shape to be worth more than face value. Yet, I've held on to them for a couple decades.
Effects of the pandemic: As I mentioned before, I chaperoned middle schoolers on a trip to England and Scotland in the summer of 2013. I absolutely fell in love with Edinburgh and knew as soon as I left that I wanted to come back. I have a pinky swear deal with a fellow theater artist to go to the Edinburgh Festival with her when that is a thing again. But that's not the end of it, I have decided that I am finally going to have a semester abroad. I looked into studying abroad when I was at Duke. There were no programs for math majors and had I chosen to spend a semester abroad, I would not have been able to graduate in 4 years. The next step was to look at summer programs and my parents' reaction was - wherever you can afford to go. In other words, they wouldn't be paying for it. I went to Montreal for a month. Duke had a program with the Universite de Montreal, so, the coursework was in French and I will argue that Montreal is the most European feeling city in North America, but still, it was study abroad light.
So, my plan, when it becomes possible to do such a thing again, is to find a way to live in Scotland for 6-9 months. I'm not really planning to study anything. I'm thinking of it more as a sabbatical.
I married a Scot (well, she’s one of ours now) so we get there every few years. She comes from a small people and I’m of a big people and I’ve found their perception of what I should eat and drink greatly exceeds my capacity. I try not to disappoint them though.
Automatic - bottom of the line Chevy Biscayne, at the time probably the least interesting automobile ever made. (It's a classic now, but was definitely a piece of crap back then.) I remember when my grandfather came home with it - his "first new car" - and my excitement immediately melting into a pool of massive disappointment -- I wasn't going to impress any dates going out in that ugly boat.
I drove an orange dodge omni hatchback in high school. First gear was stripped, so I had to learn to start in 2nd. If you rolled the windows down some sort of fibers from the ceiling blew into your eyes. Said ceiling was also falling down and drooped close to the passengers' heads. I was forced to develop a personality at a young age. As to whether or not it is a pleasant personality is open to interpretation.
Tomorrow I head to the beach for a month!
you're reminding me of my 1976 Plymouth Valiant...this was the era when American cars hit rock bottom. The car had a 12,000 mile / one year warranty, the transmission crapped out at 13 months, the engine NEVER ran right (bad design), and
as in your Omni, one day I was driving down the road and the fabric ceiling fell on my head, nearly blinding me...the arm rest also fell off...otherwise it was a great car.
We have not but we have stayed on Skye and Raasay. I assume you can ferry from Skye.
Her family is not far from Glasgow but we’ve gotten pretty comfortable renting a car and cruising around so we explore something new every time we’re over.
I actually like a good Haggis but it can be real bad, too.
My grandmother was a MacPherson...
https://www.clan-macpherson.org/
I learned to drive in a '77 Plymouth Volare wagon. By the time it was time for me to drive on my own, that had been changed out for an '86 Ford Escort. I learned to hitch rides from friends with "cooler" cars.
Taken a shining to my cousin? She was blessed with good genes. Interesting story, my grandmother moved down from Saskatchewan to upstate New York some time back so her line of MacPhersons obviously ended up in Canada. What isn't super clear is if they were from Ireland or Scotland? The branch of the family that ended up in Ireland(from Scotland) did so under dubious conditions. The story goes they were running from the law for horse rustling. Given the history of Australia, I wonder what crimes cousin Elle's part of the family committed? I'll have to figure out a polite way to ask.
Unfortunately, she and I have not met. I'm sure she would be quite taken with me, which is fine since I was adopted. (But 23andme does confirm a 1/8 contribution to my DNA tied to Glasgow.)
My mother's maiden name is Galloway. Her family always claimed to be Scotch-Irish which I found out as a grown-up is a term made up by Americans who wanted to distance themselves from later Irish immigrants (famine Irish). Galloway is a Scottish name, but it's possible that my Galloways were also involved in horse rustling and went to Ireland first. The Wilsons and the Bromleys in my family tree also claimed to be Scotch-Irish. So, who knows?
Food you eat the most often?
Peanuts
Runner-up is rice
Two basketball wins* and both convincingly. That has been a rare occurrence of late.
*Ugrad/grad
-13 F merits fresh baked chocolate croissants...fuzzy knickers and a long walk are next.
I've been overwhelmed by streaming choices. What I really need now is someone to collect it all together in one bundle and give the content to me in one bundle. Is there a service like that?
Sponge rising for fresh bagels. Rainy day baking.
lamb chili made with white beans
Given the constant bombardment of my e-mail inbox, I suspect the Alumni Association isn't thrilled with their candidate pool for this year's awards.
I will recognize this and say that I have enjoyed Texas red and the other chili varieties in my travels across the state of Texas . Perhaps you feel that no one should eat chili with beans, And then you will have become just as intransigent about chili as I am about zone defense (it is defeatist and passive and should never be played unless you are up 30 and wish to stop the annihilation of your opponent OR as a changeup look on an out-of-bounds play) and Jay Bilas (best in the business). And Turkey (sucks).
Speaking of knitting, this morning I cast on the front of a sweater I am making for the Drewsk. The back and sleeves are already complete. Now that the end is in sight, the knitting will go faster. Monogamy is not my strong suit when it comes to knitting but when a project is nearing the end, I do a better job of resisting the siren call of other works in progress. I've always got 2 or 3 projects going at once.
I am kind of stocky, bald and I have visible tattoos . To be fair, some of those tattoos are related to famous paintings, but I don't point that out to people. I want people to think I am at least walking close to the edge of spiraling out of control, so there is a touch of healthy fear. I wouldn't wear that shirt because I like people to feel discomfited. That and I don't knit, although I am open to the idea of knitting.
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New York bagels (but local water). Will be a tasty breakfast when boiled and baked tomorrow.
Jelly. I am no carbs for years and the only two things I miss are bagels and a slice of pizza. Every now and again I go to Costco And order a pizza and just eat the toppings. This works fairly well and slakes the hunger For pizza. I don't have anythink that weakens my desire for a bagel .
Nothing complicated...the lamb we get each month is a boneless roast from Costco which my lovely wife grinds up at home, so it's much less fatty than store bought ground lamb...throw in some beans, diced tomatoes, secret herbs and spices (oh yeah, some onion) and Bob's your Uncle...a nice, hearty winter meal, throw in a bottle of red wine...(not in the chili, in your tummy).
I grew up in Texas and my best friend had "chili and beans" pretty much every day of his life. Literally. His mom always had a pot going on the stove, usually with ham hocks, and that is what they ate for dinner every night. Plus corn bread. I loved visiting because she had that shizzle down.
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I found this today. Any relation?