Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Several hundred miles off the west coast of Australia …

… a dolphin swims in a slow circle, stops every now and then at the same spot in the circle, and goes: “Ping.” The dolphin snorts and chuckles, swims the circle, stops: “Ping.”

When search ships get too close, the dolphin will swim a few hundred miles north or northwest, swim in a circle. “Ping.” Snort. Chuckle.

Little Rock school bus speeding!!

Monday, 7 April 2014, 2:56 p.m., IH-440 east, Little Rock School District bus 1-1-150 was speeding far above the 65 mph limit, passing me and several others who were driving at posted limit. The bus sped away from us all.

Bad bus driver! Bad, bad!

The driver’s action was in keeping with actions of other Arkansas persons of authority, who appear to believe rules of the road do not apply to them. North Little Rock police are especial practitioners of speed limits do not apply.


Stupid sign

Sign in a Kroger in North Little Rock, beside the store manager’s picture: “I am always here, but when I am not the individual in charge will be glad to help you with your problem.”

We’ll skip the “I am always here, but when I am not” part, since that is stupid on its own.

Let’s go right to “individual in charge.” Individual what? Dog? Rabbit? Head of lettuce? Bunch of carrots?

Oh! Individual person? (Assumption, but with a fair degree of accuracy, since it is not likely an individual dog or an individual head of lettuce could or would help with your problem.)

So why didn’t the manager state that when she is not at the store (even though she always is) “the person in charge” is, like, the store manager?

Who knows? Inept grammar, or going with the flow of TV news and police reports, maybe.

“Several individuals were robbed …”

“The alleged robber was described as a white male …” Male what?

Another Arrgghh!

Monday, April 7, 2014

An Ivy League what? Education? Get real.

Dartmouth students demand; president promises more talks

“The demonstrators had a 72-point manifesto instructing the college to establish pre-set racial admission quotas and a mandatory ethnic studies curriculum for all students. Their other inspirations are for more ‘womyn or people of color’ faculty; covering sex change operations on the college health plan (‘we demand body and gender self-determination’); censoring the library catalog for offensive terms; and installing ‘gender-neutral bathrooms’ in every campus facility, specifically including sports locker rooms.

….

The president “left after an hour and told the little tyrants that he welcomed a ‘conversation’ about their ultimatums. They responded in a statement that conversations—to be clear, talking—will lead to ‘further physical and emotional violence enacted against us by the racist, classist, sexist, heterosexist, transphobic, xenophobic, and ableist structures at Dartmouth.’ They added: ‘Our bodies are already on the line, in danger, and under attack.’"

http://online.wsj.com/news/articles/SB10001424052702303987004579479501134392562?mod=trending_now_1

At Maggie’s Farm.

Sometimes you want to say: You want to be a martyr for your cause? Step this way.

Search for number of students involved: One site said about a dozen.

http://www.vnews.com/news/11400891-95/students-confront-president-change-demanded-at-dartmouth-college

said “more than 30.”

My diploma has “State University” in the title, but I still learned some stuff.

It is to laugh. And laugh.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Chickens and critters

Priscilla was talking about maybe getting some chickens. I said we would need a chicken house. She said, "We've got a shed attached to the shop." I agreed the shed would make a good chicken house, but that we would need to fence in an area in front of the shop so the chickens would have access to sunlight and scratching around, as chickens do.

Momma and Daddy kept chickens when we lived near Rocky Branch, Texas. Daddy and I built a chicken house from scrap lumber and roofed it with several sheets of tin found in a barn. Daddy got some fence posts from somewhere and chicken wire and staples from a feed store. He and I put up the fence and he made a gate so we could get in and gather eggs. We had 15-20 chickens. A chicken lays an egg a day, generally. With Momma and Daddy and five kids, a dozen eggs a day for breakfast and for recipes came in handy.

We raised the chickens from chicks, but we lost some. There was a watering device that chicks sometimes fell into and drowned. And, chickens sometimes just up and die. There was a feeder, too, but when the chicks got big enough we just scattered chicken feed in the run. Daddy made nest boxes for the hens and put in straw. Hens laid eggs in the boxes.

When the chickens got older, Momma sometimes got two (one at a time) and wrung necks and plucked feathers and cut them open and removed the insides and washed them out and cut them up. She made batter and fried the chickens in bacon grease and sometimes Crisco. I can cut up a chicken, but I'd rather wring a neck and dip a chicken in boiling water and pluck feathers and gut one.

Priscilla and I could have maybe a dozen chickens. It would take a little labor to make the shed into a chicken house and put up a wire enclosure with steel posts. We would need nests, too. We're still thinking about it.

This morning Priscilla saw a coyote run up the driveway and into the woods out back. That is the first indication of coyotes here. Something else to consider.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Whatever you do, don’t talk about Jesus

Somebody might be offended.

A student at Thomas Nelson Community College in Virginia has filed suit saying uniformed campus police two times stopped him from preaching in an open area on campus.

School officials told Christian Parks “his actions violated the Student Code of Conduct and a Virginia Community College System policy that requires students to be part of a student organization before he or she can speak in open areas of a campus. In addition, students can only speak in campus areas college officials approve ahead of time, and they must register with officials four days in advance, according to the policy.”

http://www.thecollegefix.com/post/16918/

From the school’s web site:

“From its inception in 1968, TNCC has been dedicated to the belief that individuals should be given a continuing opportunity for the development and expansion of their skills and knowledge and an opportunity to increase the awareness of their role and responsibility in society. TNCC is devoted to serving the educational needs of the community and assumes a responsibility for helping meet the requirements for trained manpower.”

http://tncc.edu/about-2/why-thomas-nelson/who-was-thomas-nelson/

The college wants “individuals” to “develop … their skills…” Apparently, TNCC has no use for grammatically correct English. And don’t talk about Jesus, either.

If Thomas Nelson’s administration had been in charge in England, there would be no Methodists.

At Maggie’s Farm.


That does not compute

With eggs scrambled and bread toasted, with Mrs. R. lifted from bed and set in her wheel chair and wheeled to the table, I started to work on her coffee – decaffeinated, heaping teaspoon of sugar, thickening mixture (older people often choke on normal texture liquids, so addition of a thickening agent enables swallowing) and a little 2 percent milk. When the coffee was fixed, I took the cup to the table and set it beside Mrs. R.’s plate. I asked Priscilla, “Do you want coffee?” She replied, “Yes.” I asked, “Which kind of cup would you like?”, meaning 38th Reconnaissance Squadron, Girl Scouts, or Obama Sucks, which really doesn’t say that, but indicates the idea from “Obama’s accomplishments: and “Blame Bush: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.” Priscilla said, “I would like the bistro cup, please.”

My mind: The what? What is a bistro cup?

I asked, “Which one is that?”

“The plain white one.”

Now I know. I think. If the she meant the shape of the plain white cup.