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.


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. 

It’s the Pronunciation

I have been watching the COVFEFE grrrr brrrrr with some amusement and can no longer leave the boggerate in ignorance. For someone with lengthy federal government experience this is a clear indication that the current administration has succumbed to inside-the-beltway culture.

COVFEFE is obviously an Acronym! Acronyms are of great importance. They become mental shortcuts for programs and projects that would otherwise not be remembered by political appointees, flag officers, and elected officials. As such they keep these in the consciousness of these people. A good Acronym is easy to remember, catchy, and absolutely important to the funding of the program or project. A bad Acronym is like a dead horse; it must be quickly buried as it smells.

which brings us to this Acronym. What does it mean? I canot say for certain but a third of a century of experience leads me to opine that it is something like:

COVFEFE – Colossal Odious Verbalization From Egregiously Fallacious Evidence.

How is this pronounced? That is difficult to say. If our guess is accurate then the weak first “F” would indicate it is to be pronounced with a break between the “V” and the “F”. We might also opine that the pronunciation is probably strongly European influenced, something similar to pronouncing “Tallifero” as “Tolliver”.

How good is the Acronym? Hard to say but clearly for a first attempt, quite acceptable. 

The Actual Beast

Last evening I heard on the evening “news” that a drive-in cinema in Henagar wasn’t going to project a Disney re-do because one of the characters in the cinema is homosexual.

At the time this was another bit of Alibam not-news.

But then this morning I read an article [Link] in LifeHacker about this. And I was vaguely amused.

Let me start by mentioning that Henagar is one of the great cities of Alibam. It is almost in either Jawjah or Tennesse in the upper nawth-east corner of Alibam. It has a population of about 2.5K people. This part of the state is mountains so no industry or large organizations and the people who live there are rather like mountain people have been depicted in videos since the movie about Alvin York.

That would seem to explain what the owner of the motorcar cinema meant by her statement that 

“If I can’t sit through a movie with God or Jesus sitting by me then we have no business showing it.”

since mountain people have all sorts of unusual religionist ideas. In this case thinking that the deity or his supposed offspring are pookas (to stay with the cinema metaphor.)

I should mention that many people in Alibam avoid saying what they really think or feel because they fear starting a feud or being beaten horribly by anyone who thinks or feels otherwise. In a place where one could speak one’s mind, the proper statement would have been something of the order of

“A lot of people hereabout are insecure and dislike homosexuals and just about anyone who isn’t like them and genetically similar (kinfolk) so if we show this movie no one will come and we will loose a whole bunch of money for no good reason.”

I won’t dwell on the nature of why this message wasn’t used since further discussion isn’t going to dissipate the reader’s already substantial disbelief.

Now let me address a couple of other points. First, a motorcar cinema today? Yes, exactly. Bear in mind that this is a small, impoverished mountain community. Land is cheap but buildings are dear. And the population is low so there isn’t much in the way of cable or internet. On in-door cinema. 

Not so say that there aren’t lots of places like Henagar in Alibam that aren’t in the mountains. There are people not more than five miles (yes, we still use Imperial units in Alibam) from Greater Metropolitan Arab, an Alibam metropolis of about 9K peoples who have neither indoor plumbing nor a heating system that doesn’t burn wood. And Greater Metropolitan Arab doesn’t have a motorcar cinema, nor an in-door cinema. But we do have Digital Switched Line. And cable television.

Second, let me take up the matter of movies. Disney movies are a good model of movies in general. Cartoon characters. Magic. Everyday people singing in public. Totally unrealistic stories. 

And that’s why I don’t go to see Disney (or much of any) movies. I have seen an earlier version of the movie in question. This alteration does not make the story any better or worse. It wasn’t real then and it wasn’t real now. 

But happily a lot of people in Alibam don’t and can’t understand that. Much less act rationally about it.

I can say that I have enjoyed two Disney Movies. One as Davy Crockett. It wasn’t a cartoon. And even as a child I realized it was a crock of inaccurate stercus and reveled in my rationality.

I also enjoyed The Black Hole. Not for the title; for the odoriferous inaccuracies. At least the part I got to see. I saw this at a now non-existent theater in Huntsville when I has in grad schule and was asked (demanded indignantly) by management to leave because my laughter and floor rolling was disturbing the other customers and the grease on the floor. I doubt that I was really disturbing anyone else, more likely the opposite but I can see how sopping up the sticky yuck on the floor would require them to spend money on cleaning the floor. And this was one of the nicer in-door cinemas in town. It even had a separate smoking section. The smoking section was in the middle of the rest of the seating but a waist high fence kept the smoke in (and the non-smokers out.)

I am asked why I live in Alibam. Several reasons. First of all, I grew up here. And although it is impossible to be believed by anyone who hasn’t, it’s better now than when I was a child. Second of all, it’s green. I have been lots of other places, mostly courtesy of the Yankee Army of Occupation sending me places I didn’t need to go to but they required me to go there. And after a week or so coming back to the green was a fulfillment.

The third reason is “In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.” To translate that, anyone in Alibam who is rational and/or educated in something useful – that is, a nerd – is one-eyed. And you don’t get to be king, mostly because no one who is rational and/or educated would want to be king in this place, but you do get a whole lot better job than those who aren’t rational or educated.

What I understand is that when most of the people have a (useful) education, that education is NOT an advantage. By useful, I am not talking about quoting Descartes or Proust; I’m talking about doing instead of talking. (Incidentally, those folks who can quote Descartes or Proust, or even Patrick Henry, are more likely to get beaten horribly. If you know – really know – the calculus then the folks who do the beating run from you in terror as if you were the Attack Rabbit (more cinema vein.) And you get paid pretty good and can enjoy the good parts of Alibam.

Enough. If you ever get to Henagar take your kids to the motorcar cinema. It doesn’t matter what movie is being projected. What counts is that they experience a motorcar cinema for much the same reason the service station fellow in the Nevada desert wished for rain.



Media Dangerous

We once more have a MASSIVE FAIL on the part of “local” media. In particular, the Huntsville Weather Beavers at the local television studios have missed morning mimimum temperatures by over five degF.

Lots of bad results from this.

Dangerous results. And their incompetence is putting people at risk.

We have to wonder if this is some sort of plot to make people think these winter storms aren’t as bad as they really are? Or worse, some attempt to make work for local plumbers?

Anyway, stern condemnations of these weather beavers.  http://www.waaytv.com/weather/ http://www.waff.com/weather  http://whnt.com/weather/

Overestimating the minimum temperature when that temperature is below the phase change point is borderline criminal.

ORF Add-Ins

I run across some of the most amazing Stercus on website like Lifehacker. For a site that is supposed to be about hacking existence, it is often abysmal.

I ran across an article [Link] entitled “The 50 Free Apps We’re Most Thankful For” this morning. It purports to be a list of excellent apps, presumably for Android and iPhoney but unspecified. I don’t expect any other OS to be offered because this web site is basically an arrogant iPhoney fanatic place. After scanning the list I found ten passable to good apps and 40 pieces of Stercus.  Frankly, better than I expected.

This is typical of their lists. Not very good. Mostly, I suspect, written by junior journalism graduates who think being a journalist (and having a job) makes them a deity. Journalism, after all, these day si a cult of self with nothing to do with accuracy or veracity.

So in bemused irritation I am going to start commenting on decent to good add-ins. Mostly for browsers since I am ORF and this who slablet addiction thing is more than a bit orthogonal.

The starting point is an add-in called “Print Friendly.” Not gonna bother with an URL because we ORFs can do searches without Mommy’s help. What Print Friendly does is strip down what’s on a web page to nut meat. It’s rather like dressing a deer, which is something only the redneck denialist GEN Ys know anything about and then not very well. But I don;t expect any of the GEN Ys to be reading this except by error.

Film at Eleven.

Tar Strokes

Heard yesterday and this morning that Florence Henderson and Fidel Castro have discorporated. Musing on this I was struck with the thought that both got rather a rough deal.

Ms. Henderson was a gifted actress but got damned with her maternal role on a nauseating family situation comedy. Zero depth, zero creativity. Horrible fate for an actress.

Mr. Castro was a gifted leader who got damned by the Capitalist Oligarchy of Amerika because they didn’t like him sacking their puppet in Cuba.  Walled in. Reviled. 

Two character lessons that we seem doomed to repeat.