The Words Don’t Have It
Occasionally one notices a cartoon where the situation depicted does not match the dialog. This one [Link] is such.

It is not that excretory activity wasn’t important enough to bother about, but that up until that moment it didn’t impinge on attention span.
This is a circumstance shared by those of us in the wings of the age distribution. The young and the old are continually surprised by the need to excrete. It is a real surprise, often unanticipated and unplanned. Indeed, more accurately unplannable.
Idyl Speculation
One of my less stable acquaintances, Temperature Magnetic Induction, came up with what he claims is an epiphynal induction. He advances that the reason scientists cannot communicate with bogs is because the bogs will not acknowledge that anyone can be addressed as “Doctor” unless they are physicians or mystics. He offers as proof the almost universal hatred for the noise produced by dragging edges across a black board.
I did ask him if the sad state that the only ‘doctors” almost all bogs are exposed to are physicians and mystics would not be a more reasonable explanation of the inability of bogs to understand reality?
Once more a case of oil and water, in this case not shaken quite harshly enough.
In atonement, a rather neat out of container cartoon, [Link]

which somehow seems horribly appropriate given the contents.
Sweaty Slate
The week is renewed! One more weekend has been survived. Although the primary challenges to surviving weekends is the absence of exercise (the gym is closed for mystical-social reasons) and indigestion and it is not at all clear that either of those is inherently lethal.
Anyway, back to gym this morning, another freezing night prompting some industry reducing the optical depth of ice on the windows of my go-to-gym-automobile. Sadly this seems to have been the morning for all the members of the educationist apparat to display their asociality. Gad what a din, everyone of these superior individuals striving to outdo the other in volume and inanity of speech. I got stuck between two shrieking harpies of such amplitude of noise as to make me have to cover my ears to hear the podcast I was listening (to.)
Somehow it seemed appropriate that the podcast was an interview with Richard Sennet discoursing on the erosion of the public aspect of human society. Only individuals with no sense of public decency and an acognative sense of private expression would have behaved as these educationists did.
As I was cooling off I listened to a slightly dated Future Tense podcast speculating about the Apple iPad, which had not been announced when the podcast occurred. This led me to a more constructive thought process about what I would like an ePad to have.
Obviously, I want a large high resolution screen (at least 25 cm diagonal and 240 dots-per-centimeter, more preferred) and a long battery life (twelve hours between charges and the type of batter one can recharge without discharging.) It also needs wifi but I do not really care about 3G since such is so sparse out here in the hinterland. A touch screen keyboard is a necessity, as is considerable storage memory (> 16 gB) and at least 4 USB ports. I should like an open OS in solid state memory so that I can get apps via repositories. And it has to support graphics and all the nerdish things like reading PDF files. And I suspect it needs to support FLASH and all that internet video froofraw.
What I do not want may be more significant.
I do not want to have to pay a monthly service provider fee! ZIP! NONE! And I have no interest in paying for content unique to the device. Unless I can see the content on all my boxes, no cash flow! And I don’t want the thing to weigh too much. And it can’t cost any more than what I would pay for a netbook. And I am a frugal ORF.
Thumping Due
It occurs that I have not given MalWart sufficient attention lately. So to remedy this, I shall ask
Why is it that the Greater Metropolitan Arab MalWart store cannot offer for sale english muffins that are low in sodium (~0.2 g or less per muffin) and still taste good enough to want to eat?
What they offer here are indeed almost low enough in sodium but have a textture and taste that cannot be made palatable my any amount of toasting, spread, jam, jelly, or syrup. In fact their feel and aroma come very close to evincing a gag reflex.
Not that they do a very good job in almost all areas of offering low sodium foodstuffs but in this instance when they almost do, the effort is compromised with nastiness. Or is this part of the strategy?
