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.

Thankful/Unthankful 3

Thankful: Greed. Because greed makes people stupid and I have seen aplenty of stupid from advertisements yesterday for – almost universally – stercus I have no desire to own or purchase. Nor can I envision anyone I want to know who would. Unless they suffer a fire and lose everything and need to restock.

Unthankful: Greed. Because greed also makes people arrogant and annoying and I have seen aplenty of this with advertisements yesterday from a stercus-load of vendors. Just deleting the emails is a bit of a rectal pain. 

I have to admit I did purchase something yesterday: some Castile soap, which is about as far as you can get from “high tech” and electronics these days. Which is also humorous because soap operates electronically, that is, chemically. And performs a much more satisfying function than most of those supposedly performed by inept, crippled by design slablets.

Thankful/Unthankful 2

Thankful: Rain. In Alibam, rain is a BIG deal. 

Unthankful: Thanksgiving Holiday. Mostly because of time that has to be spent with people who are Flaming EXTRO Bogs who think INTROs are the spawn of Satan and have to be tortured and bullied for their own good. Redoubled for Nerds. 

Thankful: Black Friday. Because don’t have to associate with those people until the holiday known as Christmas.

Unthankful: Christmas Holiday. See above.

Thankful: Black Friday. Because I can avoid the whole mess because almost all the stuff offered is orthogonal to me.

Unthankful: Black Friday advertisements, which are noxious and nauseating.

Thankful/Unthankful 1

Given the season, it struck me to do a bit of a plus/minus blot or three.

Thankful: Physical Reality – because I’m here, obviously

Unthankful: Social Reality – because it’s too often an acute rectal pain, especially for INTROs. And, of course, EXTRO harassment and bullying.

Massacre of Knowledge

Colding. First freeze – maybe – of the season. The weather beavers were all over the map last evening. Among three television groups and the National Weather Service the forecast low ranged from 23 degF to 29 degF. One of the local weather stations in Greater Metropolitan Arab said 29 degF this morning but my personal observations at Castellum SCP have not gotten below 31 degF. 

I do so dislike winter. Especially the matter of whether to drip pipes or not. And, of course, all the Repulsian climate change denialists, which is essentially an enormous redundancy.

The gym was a meat locker this morning. Evidently they are making up for the extreme air conditioning this summer by not turning on the heating. The podcast was an episode of the CBC’s “Best of Ideas”, the second part of their series on “Science under Siege.” This one started out quite effectively describing the incompetents appointed by government to dismember the country’s national laboratories but went far astray maundering about the Cambridge Breakfast Club and the segregation of scientists from society.

Stercus Tauri. Scientists are no more segregated from society than are any of the other professionals. But what does set them apart is that they don’t earn their keep in a way that doesn’t offend the ignorant and under-educated, which is the majority, of course.

Physicians and Justicers earn their keep in a direct fashion. Scientists are dependent on gifting. Usually from government. Which offends all the people who think it a waste of their taxes. Whether Repulsians or Democruds, this is wrong. Taxes are supposed to be spent on either defense and large corporations, or the poor and downtrodden. But not on anything that makes humanity more knowledgeable, not on anything that makes us more survivable. 

So Science has to be bad and evil and needs to be done away with before it damages the ignorance of the general populace.

Another rason I am glad to be ORF.


Rectal Bogs and Geeks

One of the unjoys of being Physicist – probably Nerd – is dealing with the inaccuracies of Bogs and even Geeks. For example, before I had cataract surgery this summer, the cutter told me I could not “lift” more than 20 pounds.

So I asked “So I have to stay in bed?”

This was greeted by a nasty negative. And “Why do you think that?”

“Because I weigh more than twenty pounds and I have to lift my body weight to stand up.”

The conversation started to go downhill so I asked “You do realize this is damaging your trustworthiness, don’t you?” At which point the negativity intensified.

Luckily the “assistant” (keeper?) intervened and the ruffled plumage of both professionals could be soothed. And the surgery went well but the dismissal was well appreciated.

It gets rather scary when some people stop thinking and just devolve into Bogsense.

Do I need to define that new term?

America as Gahan Wilson Cartoon

Yesterday was rather a weirding day. I felt rather like Alexis d’Toqueville.

Had to run a series of errands. First was a haircut. Greater Metropolitan Arab is an Alibam boonie town. Population is about 8K; rush hour lasts maybe ten minutes if we subtract out the folks who drive to Huntsville to work. But the streets are paved and we sorta have town utilities. They don’t work very well, but…

Anyway, to get to my hair person’s new shop I had to go out to the real outskirts of town where the paving has ended and the denizens are more real than in town. That’s the charm of by hair cutter. She is an Earth Goddess type, not in the Jewish sense although she has many qualities of a sage Jewish mother. Easily one of the most intelligent and insightful people I know. Easily the most thought provoking. 

Sadly, she was in the midst of a family spat over some overly vicious canine. Violence was declared to be necessary. And I found myself trying to convince her that since it was family all that would occur was nastiness and hatred. 

It was in the middle of this that I had an insight into the recent election. One of my colleagues, Magnetic Inductance Electric Field, describes himself as a member of the “Angry Men” cult, a group of lower and middle class men (?) was are fiscally frustrated and hence angry. My hair cutter, Displacement Current Spin, was an “Angry Woman.” Surprisingly, however, she was in a strange state of being rational and ignoring the rationality. Because she felt herself threatened by this animal. 

At that instance, I realized the recent election had been supremely, abnormally rational. The “Angry” people wanted to reduce their insecurity and had reasoned that they had to elect someone out of the usual. What isn’t clear is whether the rationality ended at that point. Waiting Is.

My hair reduced in total length, just in time for the first freeze of the season, I departed a bit negatively. My hair cutter is also a superb painter of landscapes. She had recently executed a commission to paint a religionist iconography as a memorial to a friend’s deceased child. The schmaltz was nauseating and a travesty of her excellence. And I had to contain my reaction lest I hurt her feelings.

Did I mention that like most residents of the outskirts she goes about armed with a rather ineffectual firearm? And yes, I know that is redundant.

So next I motored to the MalWart to acquire buns of cinnamon for She Who Must Be Obeyed. This is easily the most dangerous place in town. Not only do they purvey noxious toxins, but the clientele is largely “Angry” people who are all armed. I am always reminded of the fellow in the Floridas who was shot in the twenty-items-or-less queue for having twenty-one items to be rung up. And the fellow who shot him was given community service which is definitely a confusing punishment.

Happily no explosions while I was there so I could motor on to refill my petrol tank – at a station run by a person of colour from the subcontinent and hence wary of his customers at all times – and visit the postal service office where a dim view of firearms is extreme and vigilant.  

And thence to home. Where I realized that the morning was rather like that Gahan Wilson cartoon I saw as a college freshman of two buzzards in a tree with one saying “Patience, Hell, I’m gonna kill something.”

Another joyous morning in Alibam.