Monday, March 01, 2010
He shoots! ... HE SCORES!!!
Well, I don't know what all the fuss is about...
Canada wins Gold in Hockey,
Isn't that kind of like commenting on the direction the sun is rising?
I close my eyes, and I am lying on the living room floor of my grandparents' house in front of the tv after dinner, with my chin on the heel of my hands, feet kicking back and forth while my grandfather brings the after-dinner tea tray in, cups rattling. Or I am "skating" around on the hardwood floor in sock feet, shooting an imaginary puck between the goal posts of the sofa legs.
From our on-the-spot Vancouver correspondent:
"We won, the whole neighborhood is going nuts, kids are screaming and running in the halls, fireworks are going off, the cats look confused.
...Cars are honking on Main Street, kids are running up and down the street with horns and cymbals and someone is playing Oh, Canada on a piano upstairs...Just back from downtown.
The clean up bill is going to be insane."
Canada wins Gold in Hockey,
Isn't that kind of like commenting on the direction the sun is rising?
I close my eyes, and I am lying on the living room floor of my grandparents' house in front of the tv after dinner, with my chin on the heel of my hands, feet kicking back and forth while my grandfather brings the after-dinner tea tray in, cups rattling. Or I am "skating" around on the hardwood floor in sock feet, shooting an imaginary puck between the goal posts of the sofa legs.
From our on-the-spot Vancouver correspondent:
"We won, the whole neighborhood is going nuts, kids are screaming and running in the halls, fireworks are going off, the cats look confused.
...Cars are honking on Main Street, kids are running up and down the street with horns and cymbals and someone is playing Oh, Canada on a piano upstairs...Just back from downtown.
The clean up bill is going to be insane."
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wolves Made Redundant
as shepherd steps in on the wrong side of the assisted suicide debate in UK
Orwell's Picnic Readers' Poll:
1) Stupid
2) Politically naive
3) Maliciously on the side of the Devil
hmmmm...
tough choice.
Paul Tully from SPUC:
Just this morning, on the way to the train station, I was talking to a friend. He said that these DPP guidelines mean that there is no way the English bishops can remain on the fence. They can't avoid taking a side now.
I responded, "Yep. And I'd certainly be willing to slap down twenty Euros or so on them getting on the wrong one."
I just sent him a note saying, "Should have made it 50 and shaken on it".
“In issuing these Guidelines, it is clear that the DPP has listened very carefully to, and taken account of, the many representations made to him during the consultation. Our particular concerns were that the interim Guidelines gave less protection under the law to disabled or seriously ill people, and to those who had a history of suicide attempts and were likely to try again. There also appeared to be a presumption that a spouse or close relative would always act simply out of compassion and never from selfish motives. These factors have been removed from the new Guidelines which now give greater protection to some of the most vulnerable people in our society.
Orwell's Picnic Readers' Poll:
1) Stupid
2) Politically naive
3) Maliciously on the side of the Devil
hmmmm...
tough choice.
Paul Tully from SPUC:
"The focus on motivation (why the suspect assisted a suicide) rather than intention (the suspect's deliberate will to assist the suicide) is a radical departure from the rule of law. The 'victim’s wish to die' is the most significant factor now in the guidelines. It undermines the law, and is the main concession that the euthanasia lobby was seeking. It makes assisted suicide very different from other serious crimes against the person, where consent to becoming a victim is not accepted either as a defence in court or as a factor against prosecution."
Just this morning, on the way to the train station, I was talking to a friend. He said that these DPP guidelines mean that there is no way the English bishops can remain on the fence. They can't avoid taking a side now.
I responded, "Yep. And I'd certainly be willing to slap down twenty Euros or so on them getting on the wrong one."
I just sent him a note saying, "Should have made it 50 and shaken on it".
Homesick
Just been wasting a bunch of time looking at old blog posts I wrote in England
I miss my little house.
And I miss the fam.
and yes, quite honestly,
I miss the food too.
I miss my little house.
And I miss the fam.
and yes, quite honestly,
I miss the food too.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Dreams - Houses and Gardens in Santa Marinella
Took these on the way to the train today.
I'm dreaming of renting this villa.
It's close to the bottom of the Via di Fiori, near shops and the beach, but off the Via Aurelia, so not too noisy or dangerous for pussy cats.
I have changed my walk home route and I stop nearly every day for a minute or so and gaze into the little green world, dreaming...
It was rented for a short time last summer, but has stood empty all winter. No doubt the rent is far beyond what I can afford.
Olive and orange trees, and two mature palms that show no signs of being infested with the dreaded weevils.
No one has looked after it all winter, which is a blessing, since the Italian idea of looking after a place is to get rid of every green thing in sight. The gorgeous ground cover is Oxalis, and it flowers in great gouts of yellow blossoms from December through to March.
The name on the plaque to the right is "Laura". A laura is a place where hermits live.
Appropos, I thought.
Carciofi
What artichokes look like when they're growing.
A typical, old fashioned Italian country house and garden, right next to the sea.
Posh villa, but in a terrible location. Right on the horrible Via Aurelia. Probably quite a come-down in the neighbourhood since the time it was built.
Street scene in Santa Mar.
On the train...
Italians wear just the weirdest stuff...and it was 15 degrees today.
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Unforgettable Trenitalia. And this was one of the more graffiti-free cars.
I'm dreaming of renting this villa.
It's close to the bottom of the Via di Fiori, near shops and the beach, but off the Via Aurelia, so not too noisy or dangerous for pussy cats.
I have changed my walk home route and I stop nearly every day for a minute or so and gaze into the little green world, dreaming...
It was rented for a short time last summer, but has stood empty all winter. No doubt the rent is far beyond what I can afford.
Olive and orange trees, and two mature palms that show no signs of being infested with the dreaded weevils.
No one has looked after it all winter, which is a blessing, since the Italian idea of looking after a place is to get rid of every green thing in sight. The gorgeous ground cover is Oxalis, and it flowers in great gouts of yellow blossoms from December through to March.
The name on the plaque to the right is "Laura". A laura is a place where hermits live.
Appropos, I thought.
Carciofi
What artichokes look like when they're growing.
A typical, old fashioned Italian country house and garden, right next to the sea.
Posh villa, but in a terrible location. Right on the horrible Via Aurelia. Probably quite a come-down in the neighbourhood since the time it was built.
Street scene in Santa Mar.
On the train...
Italians wear just the weirdest stuff...and it was 15 degrees today.
Unforgettable Trenitalia. And this was one of the more graffiti-free cars.
"It’s pulling the dead from the sea that’s the worst part of the job"
because it's usually the kids who drown.
"Everyone wants to get to Britain. It's the best place... All Afghans have heard the stories of people getting support from your government. I know the tricks now"
...But hey, look on the bright side. The good news is that they often make it all the way to Britain, where they get a fridge full of welfare benefits and the "right" to bring all 50 of their relatives after them.
The Mail piece was long and very interesting. But I wonder if anyone has figured out what the implications are.
These people are crossing continents and getting killed (a lot) because the word has gone out that the British are a soft touch.
Has it occurred to anyone that, because not everyone in the world is all full of sweetness and light, particularly not the traffickers who are making a mint on this new entrepreneurial growth opportunity, that it is the very softy-toffee, morally indignant patsies pressing for more immigration and more benefits for refugees, who are ultimately responsible for this unholy trade?
The soft-headed, warm and snuggly left-liberal approach to immigration and "asylum seekers" is getting people killed.
"Everyone wants to get to Britain. It's the best place... All Afghans have heard the stories of people getting support from your government. I know the tricks now"
...But hey, look on the bright side. The good news is that they often make it all the way to Britain, where they get a fridge full of welfare benefits and the "right" to bring all 50 of their relatives after them.
The Mail piece was long and very interesting. But I wonder if anyone has figured out what the implications are.
These people are crossing continents and getting killed (a lot) because the word has gone out that the British are a soft touch.
Has it occurred to anyone that, because not everyone in the world is all full of sweetness and light, particularly not the traffickers who are making a mint on this new entrepreneurial growth opportunity, that it is the very softy-toffee, morally indignant patsies pressing for more immigration and more benefits for refugees, who are ultimately responsible for this unholy trade?
The soft-headed, warm and snuggly left-liberal approach to immigration and "asylum seekers" is getting people killed.
Bees in Art
This
is the kind of art I would like to make. If I were to give up what I do and do something else, it would be painting. I can't paint, or draw much, but I figure it would be worth learning.
There's a neat Facebook group: "Bees in Art". I am surprised, however, that they haven't got any photos of all the bees in medieval and R. art. Bees are big in the Old Stuff.
is the kind of art I would like to make. If I were to give up what I do and do something else, it would be painting. I can't paint, or draw much, but I figure it would be worth learning.
There's a neat Facebook group: "Bees in Art". I am surprised, however, that they haven't got any photos of all the bees in medieval and R. art. Bees are big in the Old Stuff.
Pro-lifers are just a bunch of grumpy old guys who need something to do in between beating their frumpy wives
Further to our theme of a few weeks back,
The Mythology:
The reality:
Meet Lila Rose
She's the young lady who has been embarrassing Planned Parenthood all over the States lately.
Join us! We've got all the prettiest girls!
The Mythology:
The reality:
Meet Lila Rose
She's the young lady who has been embarrassing Planned Parenthood all over the States lately.
Join us! We've got all the prettiest girls!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Wish I knew more words
No, I didn't actually read the whole thing, and I didn't read the column he's bashing, and I really don't know much about the whole thing in general, tell the truth,
I just got this far
"a veneer of faux self-effacement, knockabout vernacular and japesome mirthfulness,"
and thought,
"Wow, 'japesome mirthfulness'!
I wish I knew good words like that."
I just got this far
"a veneer of faux self-effacement, knockabout vernacular and japesome mirthfulness,"
and thought,
"Wow, 'japesome mirthfulness'!
I wish I knew good words like that."
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