Why, you might ask?
Well, because they are doing this awesome campaign to help women claim exemption from the junk science/fundamentalist conservative/asshat patriarchal misogynistic laws impeding women's right to abortions *on the grounds of religious exemption.*
I am in love.....
And in a few minutes a big dark squirrel, totally oblivious, bumbled along around the corner and headed toward me. He got about ten feet away when I shifted position and he realized I was not a rock.
That was about the time he realized Beautiful was not a rock.
He headed for the nearest tree, with her after him; fortunately for his sake, he made it up and out to another tree by branch express before she could catch him.
My cat protected me from a squirrel! *smiles at Beautiful, who is curled up on the chair nearby and smiles back*
I saw them twice in their original incarnation; two of the three original performers are in this tour. I interviewed them in the mid-80s and they were absolutely delightful.
A friend saw them in London on Sunday afternoon and has been raving ever since about this tour. Some of the skits had him in tears. The children in the audience were enthralled by it.
Here are the tour dates and places! They are not coming to the DC area; the closest location is Philly. If you can afford it, if you can manage it at all -- go. For your imagination, for the sake of the child in you, for the simple reason that joy is contagious and emotion can be conveyed in the simplest of ways, without words.
"I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night." -- Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
[Eid Mubarak, to everyone celebrating Eid ul-Fitr today or tonight!]
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From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2014-07-16:
"I am fascinated by how political the lives of chimps are, and how much they are defined by tyranny and revolt. When a leader or a bully exerts relentless force over a group, the group lives in fear. There is submission but also constant deceit and subterfuge among those trying to find some small satisfaction behind the back of the alpha." -- Colin McAdam, whose 2013 novel A Beautiful Truth featured chimp characters.
(submitted to the mailing list by Mike Krawchuk)
As a kitten, she was a gift from a friend. When she was not too old, she got out and disappeared; she came back pregnant and had four kittens. Then she was spayed. Then she got out again and vanished...
and apparently may have been living wild for a time when she landed with us.
The father and two of the girls came down to see if she would go with them. She backed away and hid, and looked around a bit, very shy. We all talked about cats. We agreed that they could come down and visit any time, within reason.
I do not think they abused her; they loved her. One of the girls brought some food for her and we put it in a dish and set it out but she didn't come to eat until they left.
They will come and visit.
Beautiful will stay with us, and she can go outdoors with me in the mornings again, or sit on the front steps, without fear.
One must never forget when discussing anything Paul Ryan says about economics that he fundamentally does not believe that the care of the poor and the sick is a legitimate function of government. This belief is theological. It is the basis for his entire political career. And it has not changed. This is a philosophy he developed while going to high school and college on my dime and yours through Social Security survivor benefits, and you're welcome again, dickhead. Anybody who thinks Paul Ryan has "changed" in any substantive way should not be allowed out in public without a minder. In this recent scam, the tells are scattered everywhere, and they are obvious, and you don't even have to know that the more "compassionate" of his proposals don't have fk all chance of getting through the monkeyhouse Congress in which he is a leader. He knows that, too.
*Saying something I went on to argue was wrong, but that happens.
Thanx to Moshe Feder
But he did bottom-line it: she has to go back, or we may be dealing with a long list of charges.
The SU will talk to the family this afternoon.
ETA: Please, no more advice. You are not walking in our painful shoes. I appreciate you all and love you, but the stress is taking a toll on my heart, and on Steve's health. I do not see a happy ending anywhere, because she is identical to the cat they lost; nobody is going to care that there might be two identical cats on the same street five houses apart.
We hope to talk to an attorney today to help with this.
"For the great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie -- deliberate, contrived, and dishonest -- but the myth -- persistent, persuasive, and unrealistic. Too often we hold fast to the cliches of our forebears. We subject all facts to a prefabricated set of interpretations. We enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.
"Mythology distracts us everywhere -- in government as in business, in politics as in economics, in foreign affairs as in domestic affairs. But today I want to particularly consider the myth and reality in our national economy. In recent months many have come to feel, as I do, that the dialog between the parties -- between business and government, between the government and the public -- is clogged by illusion and platitude and fails to reflect the true realities of contemporary American society."
[Sometimes I run across a quotation that sounds interesting but a little suspicious, and when I track it down to make sure it's attributed correctly I discover that it's actually a wee fragment of something much better, and I can serve y'all better by quoting a larger-than-bumper-sticker-sized chunk. This was one of those.]
24th July 2014: catch them, Rimeq
I read a choose-your-own-adventure science fiction book when I was little. It concerned the efforts of an alien named Rimeq to take over the world, and the hero's efforts to stop him. This was made more difficult because Rimeq possessed the ability to move objects around with his mind (telekinesis). The only part which has stayed in my head is towards the end, when the hero has reached Rimeq's room but Rimeq has paralysed him by telekinesis, the police have been stopped similarly, and so have the spaceships bringing help, and the stress is showing on Rimeq's face. Finally the hero manages to take some rings off his fingers and throw them at Rimeq, shouting, "Catch them, Rimeq, they're grenades!" This is the final straw; the stress on Rimeq's mind is too much, and he is taken away catatonic.
So as I mentioned earlier, we have been moving house, and several moments have made me think, "Catch them, Rimeq"-- in particular, I meant to put out an edition of Gentle Readers on Monday as usual, but exhaustion won. Sorry for the interruption in service; meanwhile, I've been very encouraged by the messages I've had telling me how much you enjoy reading Gentle Readers.
Many people are due public thanks for helping us get through the last week. In particular, I want to thank the people of St John's church, Egham; as the obstacles to getting moved grew more and more formidable, so more and more people from St John's turned up unasked to help. We couldn't have managed without you. Thanks also go to the Gentle Reader who offered a garage when the movers needed to deliver before the landlord could give us the key. And thanks to the people from the Runnymede Besom, who turned up to take away some furniture we'd donated, but then came back later to help clean up. That's what love in action looks like, and I'll do my best to pay it forward. Thank you all.
A poem of mine
THE ECHOES OF AN AMBER GOD
Electric sparkles in your touch,
the echoes of an amber god.
You fill my batteries with such
electric sparkles in your touch,
that Tesla would have charged too much
and Franklin dropped his lightning-rod:
electric sparkles in your touch,
the echoes of an amber god.
I was going to draw you a cartoon as usual, but my tablet is still packed away. Instead, here are some photos I took when I was working in London earlier this year.
Trains in the sidings at Clapham Junction, the busiest railway station in Britain.
More than a hundred trains an hour come through.
The tombstone of Jason Binder:
"He respected all living things. His inspiration lives on."
And it lives on with me, too, even though his epitaph is all I know about him.
Something from someone else
Does this one really need an introduction? Well, if you've never seen it before, then you have the joy of seeing it for the first time; the Guardian has a decent analysis if you're interested in digging into it. "Baggonets" is an archaic form of the word "bayonets", and Kensal Green is a large London cemetery, one of the magnificent seven. There is a pub called "Paradise" near there now; it was named for the poem.
THE ROLLING ENGLISH ROAD
by G K Chesterton
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.
I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.
His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.
My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.
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From Damiano's Lute by R.A. MacAvoy (1984, Bantam Books, New York)
Gaspare leaped over a freshet and helped his friend after. His spare face was transfigured, and his prominent eyes stood out. "Is this magic?" he hissed back. "Real magic? The goosegirl cannot see us?"
Damiano nodded. "But that is not to say she cannot hear us talk." But even he could not resist adding, "Well, what do you think of magic -- real magic?"
The boy made an owl face. "It is silly! And in terrible taste. But if it works, it's wonderful, of course."
"Of course. All wonderful things are silly, and most are in abysmal taste."