My beloved, on the other hand, is a full-on "let's put the lights up NOW" "why can't we get a Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving???" FOOD! DRINK! GIFTS! type. And he used to spend Christmas with his mother's parents in a Victorian mansion in North London with multiple fireplaces and endless meals. (It sounds very hobbitish; they didn't really have Second Breakfast but close.) Those days are long-gone, even if we were to manage to get to the UK for the holidays (maybe next year . . . ).
M is now admitting that he JUST WANTS CHRISTMAS ALL THE TIME and this manifests itself by watching those bad Hallmark Channel Christmas romances.
So there's that.
Consider the following claims, each of which in Washington circles has attained quasi-canonical status.--Andrew Bacevich
* The presence of U.S. forces in the Islamic world contributes to regional stability and enhances American influence.
* The Persian Gulf constitutes a vital U.S. national security interest.
* Egypt and Saudi Arabia are valued and valuable American allies.
* The interests of the United States and Israel align.
* Terrorism poses an existential threat that the United States must defeat.
For decades now, the first four of these assertions have formed the foundation of U.S. policy in the Middle East. The events of 9/11 added the fifth, without in any way prompting a reconsideration of the first four. On each of these matters, no senior U.S. official (or anyone aspiring to a position of influence) will dare say otherwise, at least not on the record.
Yet subjected to even casual scrutiny, none of the five will stand up.
I went out this morning in search of three things: a filter for the humidifier, a new wallet, and moleskin to repair the insides of two pairs of boots... ( cut for length, and not just a little exasperation )
ETA: Aaaaand that was the last of my energy for today, and probably till Thursday.
From "A nun's secret ministry brings hope to the transgender community" by Nathan Schneider, 2014-03-02, Al Jazeera America:
Bishops have confronted her outright. In their offices and on their stationery she has endured lectures about everything from doctrine to identity politics from men who insist that "homosexual" is the only acceptable word to use for lesbians and gays. They have warned each other about her. At times she has had to let them believe she's doing "just" lesbian and gay ministry, which at least they have some concept of. Her superiors have required her to pass up chances to write articles or be quoted by reporters because they're afraid of what the hierarchy would do if she went public.
But her trans community doesn't necessarily demand more of her. They mostly tell her to protect herself, to do what she must to make sure she'll be able to keep on being available to them. "One of the things that makes her even more significant," Mateo Williamson says, "is that she has faced persecution just for reaching out to people like me." Yet, for her, that's not enough. In the inability to speak out, she feels traces of the dysphoria, the deep incongruence, that trans people feel about their assigned gender. It's not just a frustration or annoyance; it's a kind of death.
And this eats at her. "I am silent while trans people are being killed," she says, clenching her shoulders as if holding an invisible weight. "They're being murdered and committing suicide, and I'm silent!" When she's worked up like this Monica can flash a gaze that makes her eyes seem steely and certain, until they fill with tears. And then a saying from St. Catherine of Siena comes to mind, turning her anger to a duller sadness. She recites it: "Preach the truth as if you had a million voices -- it is silence that kills the world."
2: haven't killed myself, but three+ close calls in six weeks means I need to fix my head.
3: best friend is about to be legit homeless, can't fix.
4: need to fix sleep issues because 6 hours every two days for a week, followed by 14 hours is not how we do
5: need to fix food issues, because of similar.
6: need to fix life, because fucked.
still alive though, and the parts that are good are amazing.
Repetition is a Tony Stark character study with both depth and visual flash. It's partly Tony/engineering OTP, and partly an exploration of how he relates to -- and needs -- the people in his life. As I said in my comment to thuviaptarth, it's got really crisp editing, wonderful use of continued motion, and the consistent metaphoric strength really drives it home. The overall tone is wonderfully upbeat and optimistic without shying away from Tony's darker aspects.
Smash Up! is another thing entirely, taking on the entire MCU in a medley that...well, I just don't want to give anything away, I find. Expertly cut by rhoboat, full of pizazz and feels. Super-fun. Don't miss it.
From the Quotation of the day mailing list 2014-10-30:
(submitted to the mailing list by Terry Labach)
"Some people have called the book the "bible of software engineering." I would agree with that in one respect: that is, everybody quotes it, some people read it, and a few people go by it." -- Frederick Brooks, on his classic book The Mythical Man-Month.
Peter Phillips and Mickey Huff devote the hour to a conversation with author Peter Dale Scott about his latest book,”The American Deep State: Wall Street, Big Oil and the Attack on U.S. Democracy.” This wide-ranging discussion examines the “deep state,” an evolving level of secret government separate from the elected government. Scott looks at the origins […]
I have terrible feet from the point of view of buying "lady shoes." They are wide and (apparently) also deep. It doesn't matter too much because high fashion and high heels are so not my things, but sometimes it's nice to wear something a little less matronly.
I recently made the discovery that even though the Brannock foot-measuring device says that I am a 9.5 Wide or Wide-wide, I can often fit European or U.S. "comfortable" brands if I go up to a size 10 or 11 (roughly 41-42 Euro sizes).
We have a little local boutique that specializes in Bohemian-style (fashion terminology, not world culture terminology) clothing and shoes. They had a pair that I liked, but it wasn't in stock in anything but brown. Also, the design has changed slightly this year, said the shoe guru at the shop, so they let me order a pair of this year's version in black to try. And they fit!
If you want, you can see them here.
The other good thing about this is that the manufacturer has lots of different styles that I can check out later.
Some days I just want to tell Perrine, "You be the human for a little while; it's my turn to be the cat for an hour or two." But I'm sure that if she understood me she'd say, "No way, you're too big, you'll smoosh me if you try to sleep on top of me!"
This is a big part of the appeal of tigers, isn't it? Or is that just me?
by Charles Causley
When I was walking by Tamar stream
the day was as sweet as honey and cream.
The air was brisk as a marriage bell.
(Kiss if you must, but never tell.)
When I was walking by Tamar flood
I plucked a rose the colour of blood.
The red ran out and the thorn ran in.
(Finish all, if you begin.)
When I was walking by Tamar brook
I met a man with a reaping hook.
The beard he wore was white as may.
(The hours they run like water away.)
When I was walking by Tamar race
I met a maid with a smiling face.
Out of her eyes fell tears like rain.
(You will never see this road again.)
When I was walking by Tamar lock
I picked a bunch of sorrel and dock,
Creeping Jenny and hart's-tongue fern.
(Days they go, but cannot return.)
When I was walking by Tamar spring,
I found me a stone and a plain gold ring.
I stared at the sun, I stared at my shoes.
(Which do you choose? Which do you choose?)
[I don't know whether Causley thought of the Tamar as magical because it's liminal, but I do. TJAT]
My observations suggest that men are just hardwired to believe in evolutionary psychology. I guess, millions of years ago on the African Savannah, there was an evolutionary advantage to the hunting sex being able to jump to swift, simple conclusions based on minimal data, & leave the detailed understanding to the Gathering sex who were evolving the skills for nuanced, dynamic theorization.Thanx toandrewducker
If evolution is real, why are there still creationists?Thanx towouldyoueva
"In ancient times, when someone lost an eye or a limb, it was common to take both of the guilty party's eyes or limbs in retribution. Leviticus teaches only an eye for an eye -- a radical limitation in its day on how people thought about justice and its limits that insists on basic human equality, even in the face of unequal behavior. It teaches us that justice is about more than vengeance.
"Leviticus is often contrasted to the New Testament teaching about turning the other cheek, which is widely assumed to be a lesson in passivity. Not true. Jesus lived in Palestine when it was ruled by the Romans, for whom it was a sign of weakness to strike another person with the back of the hand. Yet that's precisely what happens if I turn my cheek when you and I are facing each other and you go to hit me, and you, like most people, are right handed. You have to go past my left cheek and backhand me to get a good blow. In Roman times, that meant you were confronting your own weakness even as you exercised power over me. Jesus teaches us not to ignore the wrong done to us; he wants us to force those who would punish us to experience how they are diminished by their lack of mercy."
-- Rabbi Brad Hirschfield, You Don't Have to Be Wrong for Me to Be Right: Finding Faith Without Fanaticism (2007, Three Rivers Press (Crown Publishing / Random House), New York. LC: BL624.H53 ; Dewey: 201'.5-dc22 ; ISBN: 978-0-307-38298-6)