Leaky Prophylactic

One Day. Back to Gym. Sparse – thankfully! But the podcast, part of the fiftieth anniversary of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas”, was a dismal bore. Too much dronage about artsy novels. Not my cup of tea – or any other steeped or brewed beverage. I’ll take a good airplane attention diverter novel any day. Except perhaps a bosom ripper. Something will a well told story, not one of those artsy things that lack any atom of story but are oh! so! froo-froo.

Speaking of which, I ran across one of those articles [Link] about what the stupid and unintelligent need to purchase for their paternal parents for the invented fake holiday, one of many, I fear. The whole thing is a thinly disguised but otherwise blatant advertisement. But it did have the goodness of engendering – to steal a word from Chaucer – cogitation.

First, most holidays these days are anything but. Technically, holiday is an Anglo-Saxon/English/Amerikan corruption of “”holy day”. Such are purely religious and despite the obvious contention of corporations that spending money is a form of worship, a matter only for those who participate in that flavor of religion. Any slopping over that boundary is a breach of religious freedom. In particular, freedom from being exposed to hemorrhoidal superstition and stupidity. 

Sadly, the practice has been taken up by all sorts of organizations that are not supposed to be religious such as governments and corporations. Who now seem to be the true enemies of religious freedom when in actuality the governments might be allowed memorial days where participation by the citizenry is voluntary and not imposed. IOW, the fabric of government and society should not be folded like a bedouin’s tent as observance of such.

And corporations should be penalized as criminals for any such trangression. 

In summary. NO MORE government “holidays”. NO MORE fake commercial “holidays” like yesterday.  And church holidays should be well fenced in to prevent spillage.

Second, the manufactured stercus recommended by these articles is purely EXTRO stuff. None of it is the least bit interesting to INTROs. And, as a rule, the children of INTROs are self-reliant enough to make up their own minds without the aid of prevaricative advertising. (And YES, I know that is REDUNDANT!)

Just to assist the Bogs who still have no idea of the nature of EXTROs and INTROs, EXTROs obey Bose-Einstein statistcs: They Clump. Doesn’t matter what you put in the washing machine, EXTROs clump together. INTROs on the other hand, obey Fermi-Dirac statistics. They are individualists, loners, avoiders of clumps. Especially EXTRO clumps. And if they need to know how to do something they will learn it on their own or figure it out on their own and don’t need greedy capitalist propaganda to delude themselves with.

As a matter of some further clarifications, all politicians seem to be special types of EXTROs. They clump but only among those of shared ideology, usually partisan nonsense. They are also completely dependent on prevaricative capitalist propaganda for any form of thought other than gonadal. 

Now, I can go stand in the rain with my head uplifted and my mouth open, with a mind open to wonder and learning.

How Now?

I read [Link] an article entitled “The surprising number of American adults who think chocolate milk comes from brown cows” that claims that 16.4 MegaAmerikans think (believe?) that chocolate milk comes from brown cows. 

I am a bit befuddled by this. If I apply logic then the usual whitish milk we buy in stores originates in whitish cows? This is amazing considering how uncommon whitish cows are. Almost all the cows I have observed in my travels have been black or brown or brindle or motley. Almost none are whitish. So do the whitish cows have an enormously increased productivity that they can produce most of the milk consumed on the planet? And if so, why are we not investigating their genetics so that we can decrease the methane pollution of cows? 

Even in a Repulsian administration, this seems negligent and counter-survival.

On the other hand, if these people are, in fact, either deluded or demented, then it explains many things. Like why all the politicians are anti-reality and totally antagonistic to each other. And any improvement in the condition of the nations or its citizens. 

That being the case, it seems the clear duty of every (actually) patriotic Amerikan (as opposed to the false patriotism of greed,) to go out and dispose of a brown cow.

In that way, we shall surely eliminate all the denial and delusion and evil persecution.

Callahan on Setebos

Five Day. Gym discontinuity. And, absent the Cross Time Saloon, an occasion, it seems to me, for a bit of humor because when we think things are dire we have humor. Let us Laughing to our Graves GO!

It occurred to me that number naming is call enumeration, so if one is counting the amount of Sodium one ingests daily, can we call this Masseration? After all, it is largely due to maceration.

Or if we are counting how much food we eat, may we call this Caloration? After all, it is a form of calibration.

And lastly – blessedly? – let us consider the nature of a Techno-Schmuck. This is a human who is a user of technology but oblivious to its operation. When this person purchases a new piece of technology, the first thing they do is discard the assembly instructions. Then they try and assemble it based on their mental meanderings and perspiration. And when that fails and they have to call in the social group/family nerd, they are asked where the manual is and the Techno-Schmuck is oblivious and even indignant that the nerd can’t assemble/fix their botch. 

These people go on to be highly unsuccessful managers and executives of failing technical organizations. Of course, they accelerate the failure, which may, in a morbid sense, be viewed as a mitzvah.


Watering the Tree

Off yesterday to Huntsville for a “stress” test. Not a fun activity. Will never replace baseball which it compares to in magnitude of boring.

Came out of the test to discover some fellow from Illinois had ambushed a Repulsian practice session for a Council of Thieves Charity (?) Baseball game. Evidently hit one Congress Critter and four myrmidons. 

As I motored back to Castellum SCP, I reflected on the nature and contemporary state of Amerikan politics. My first thought, for some disconnected reason, was the Boston Massacre, which, as we know, is rather the opposite, the reigning tyrants striking down freedom loving citizens for protesting their tyranny. 

I cannot say, upon reflection, that this surprises me. Politics nationally, and to an extent, world wide have steadily excluded minorities. Only the Us, the In-people, have any rights or privileges; the Them, the Out-people, exist only on the sufferance of the In-people. 

Democracy is a funny thing. No, not as in laughter; as in strange. If you tell people they have a democracy and can determine things for themselves, and it emerges that this is a prevarication, one of two things happens. Either the people roll over and die, or they go out and shed their and the liars’ blood. Either way, they die. 

It seems to me rather like a plant. Too little water and it dies. Too much water and it dies. The same seems the mechanic of democracy. 

Obviously that wonderful medical test has depressed me.

College Factors?

One Day. Back to gym. The podcast was a CBC “Best of Ideas” episode on the psychedelic drug of the ’50’s and ’60’s, which, according to politicians, is the direct cause of today’s drug problems in Amerika.

Seems to me that our politicians are the direct cause of today’s drug problems in Amerika. But that’s not my point in this blot.

I went to schule in the ’50’s and ’60’s. In fact I matriculated with investment of a bachelor’s degree in June of 1970. I have to admit that the only drug problem I saw in high schule was cigarette smoking. The schule administration was opposed to the practice but for some reason unknown to me had to permit it. To discourage the practice (addiction?) smoking was permitted only in certain undesirable locations and so there was a constant thrashing of people smoking in unauthorized places and then being suspended from schule. At the time I was rather bewildered on why anyone would risk being suspended and why the administration was so depraved as to sanction the practice. Education then, unlike today, was consider both a personal and a community obligation and responsibility.

But my awareness of a drug problem was nil. We were exposed – outside schule – to the drug experimentation and the life style experimentation but all that interested most of us was the sex. Alibam was then, and now, a rather insecure place and sex was seen as a sin. Even in marriage.

When I got to college, I got to see the drug problem but it was limited to the artsy, hippie, contingent who lived in the art department. The population of which was so small and so alien to the main streams of Rah Rah Greeks and studious nerds that I can recall no individuals of the population in any of my classes. Of course most of my classes – deliberately – were nerd classes to minimize interaction with bullying Greeks. And yes, I do know that last is redundant. 

This brings me to the matter at hand. I ran across an article [Link] recently entitled “These 3 factors get people through college.” It claims that being able to get through college is basically three factors:

1. Do you fit in?

2. How do you think about your intelligence?

3. Where are you headed?

I have to admit that I find these a bit mystifying to the point I have to conjecture they are more EXTRO garbage. In my experience,fitting in was a minor thing. Nerds are naturally excluded from the bulk of the bog student body. They are usually socially inept to begin with and then they study untouchable subjects. Although they are in demand as tutors of those bogs in those subjects, an activity that is at once frustrating and nauseating. It is amazing how stupid bogs can be and still live.

So aside from a small social group composed of nerds and getting along with professors and TAs, what fitting in is there? That social scene of the bogs? It’s unnecessary and if one pick the right college, nonexistent. But such college are rare and expensive.

Nerds don’t have problems with their intelligence, except possibly to bewail how small it is. Rather like bog Greeks worry about the size of their reproductive organs, Nerds worry, to a lesser extent, about their intelligence. And not very much. They are too busy doing nerd stuff to have a lot of time to worry about inadequacy. Although in senior year when one worries about graduate schule admission, there is some about intelligence inadequacy. 

The headed matter is trivial. Nerds have goals. Mostly to go to graduate schule, at least in undergraduate schule. Why? Because if you stop with a baccalaureate degree you are stuck teaching high schule or washing bottles in a lab. To be fully techno-nerd you have to do research and that means graduate schule.

So perhaps these are EXTRO Bog things? Or has schule really rotted into pustulence since I was a student? 

The authors claim there is a statistical connection between these factors and grades. Hardly surprising, there is a connection between everything in college and grades. But I have to wonder still about this study.

False Queue Skipping

Recently I have been seeing a lot of advertisements on the Electromagnetic Audio-Video Receiver advocating cellular telephone applications that let one order food or beverage. They all claim that this eliminates waiting in queue.

This claim is rather a heavy prevarication and misrepresentation.

Under certain circumstances, the claim may be accurate but probably not. The reason for this is simple logistics and producability.

Let us consider two factors. First, the capacity the store has for producing their product. This product – food – cannot be produced substantially in advance because that diminishes it. The other factor is how busy the establishment is.

If the store has more capacity than customers, then a line does not form. If a line forms, demand has exceeded capacity to produce and thereby supply.

Now, if you telephone an order when a line has already formed, which customer do you think they will prepare product for? The customer lined up and about to leave if he/she has to wait too long, or the customer who isn’t present yet? 

For those who can’t figure the answer for themselves, it’s the former, the customer queued up. 

So if you use this application, the process will occur as promised if the store has slack capacity but otherwise, plan on standing in queue. 

A more intelligent strategy might be to plan to purchase this product when you know there will be slack capacity available. Life is about survival, which is about adaptability. 


Dark Signal

I just read that Adam West has discorporated.[Link]

I am saddened. For me, Adam West has always been the TV Batman. 

His TV program started in the year that I graduated high schule and entered college. I only got to see his program occasionally but I enjoyed what I saw. Its humor fit rather well with that of Laugh-In and the original Star Trek. 

I didn’t get to see the Batman movie serials until years later, but I had read Batman comic books as a bairn, at least until I discovered Adam Strange and then I rather alternated between the two. Both were epitomes of superheroes, at least the comic book genre heroes, who prevailed by thought and intelligence rather than physical over-endowment. 

It seems wrong to call these fellows, most of them, heroes. They were all cast in the mold of some unhero who could make changes without harming someone or something. Rather at odds with the Classical Greek Idea of a Hero. Batman was the closest comic book character to a hero, displaying the angst and suffering of what he was compelled to do, much like Heracles after he had to destroy something wonderful to please a petty tyrant. 

That was what made Adam West and that first TV Batman so wonderful. West made a parody of the comic book superhero. And acted in a totally disrespectful fashion by aping absolute toadying respect. 

A sterling role model. 

I would wish him well decomposing but I fear they embalmed his so he will lay for years as a plastic nebish. 

But life was better because of him.