Monday, August 31, 2009
--- Metropolitan Philaret of Moscow
Saturday, August 29, 2009
To One, China, Japan, Russia, et al look like a dog. The Western Hemisphere is a runner almost ready to get down into the starting blocks; the eastern-most point of Brazil is his bended knee.
Two sees a dragon's head in China, with its fire-breathing nose right about where Hong Kong is. Russia is the body, and Europe and Africa make up the tail. Greenland is the tip of a flinty spear, and he hasn't entirely decided what the Americas are yet.
I have never looked at a map and seen anything but a map. Perhaps I became a grown up a little too young ...
Imagination is an amazing thing.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
And so as much as I would like to mimic many and say “Teddy Kennedy is dead; Mary Jo Kopechne could not be reached for comment.”, drink champagne and generally celebrate, I think I (might) finally know better than that.
Photo by Nancy Lane, Boston Herald.com
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Favorite Comedy Film:
Favorite Romance Film:
Oliver's Travels (a mini-series, but it counts)
The Philadelphia Story
Favorite Sci-Fi Movie: (I know, they're TV shows, but we have some on DVD ...)
Battlestar Galactica (the Sci Fi Channel version)
Doctor Who (new BBC Wales version)
Favorite Animated Movie:
Favorite Disaster Movie:
Favorite Christmas Movie:
A Christmas Story
How The Grinch Stole Christmas (animated version)
It's A Wonderful Life
Favorite Horror Movie:
absolutely, absolutely none!
Movies With Music:
Hard Day's Night
Sound of Music (I know: sappy)
Favorite Book to Movie:
The Lord of the Rings trilogy
The first three Harry Potter movies
The first two Narnias
Favorite Classic: (I could list 30 movies here, if the rules provided)
The Big Sleep
La Dolce Vita
Favorite Chick Flick: (I'm going with what I think is a chick flick - meaning, Husband won't watch it with me)
Bend it Like Beckham
Movies You Could Watch Ad Nauseum:
Ferris Beuller's Day Off
Anything with Cary Grant
Worst Movie of All Time:
Anything with Jim Carrey
I'm Adding A Category For Movies I Like Without A Category:
Like Water for Chocolate
Oh, and I know I said I had nothing to say, but did you hear that your appendix actually does something? Who knew? And while on the subject of that not-so-vestigial organ, a man in Britain recently enjoyed the glories of socialized medicine by having his appendix removed twice: the first time the surgeon couldn't find it, gave up and didn't say anything. The second time was after it ruptured a month later. Gosh, I'm glad nothing like that will ever happen in this country ...
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
You have to stop and watch the video - see the cheering crowds and waving flags as Lockerbie bomber Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi gets off the plane in Libya. He's on his feet, arms held over his head like a prize fighter - but don't forget, he's "terminally ill". Sure he is. And what do the politicians say about this: "distasteful", "distressing", and, in the words of our own dear leader, "displeasing". Strong words, those are.
It's all Scottish, and it's all crap - from the release to the cheering homecoming to the tepid responses of pathetic politicians.
The next time I hear Husband say "Scottish", he's getting such a kick.
HT: Ann Althouse
Two preferred the less-painted, natural look for his creations, while One enjoyed going to town with all the colors. Both were thrilled that they were allowed to use real saws, drills, and the glorious hot glue gun all by themselves. The teacher doesn't use any kits; she has pre-designed projects she's worked out and graded by level of difficulty. Once a child has done a project at one level he moves up to the next; the first six levels teach all the basics of woodworking, and after that they get more difficult and involved but still use the same skills found in those first six lessons. Can you tell she's also a certified Montessori teacher? ;)
I now have two enormous woodworking fans on my hands, asking where the nearest lumber yard is and when they can have tools of their own. Once they complete all six project levels, I think we'll have a home workshop to create! Someday I will hopefully blog about how we turned half our backyard shed into a woodworker's paradise. Not soon, but someday. Bob Vila, watch out!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
What makes a shirt look so like a napkin that boys get the two items confused?
Why do small boys have to play the television SO LOUDLY you can't hear yourself think two rooms away?
When are they old enough to brush their teeth without being asked?
How do they know to clutch the ole' frank-n-beans so young?
There are lots of things about boys I will never understand ... except that I love mine very much, nonetheless.
--- Fr. Lawrence Farley
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Two: "Mom? You know how I have nightmares about the Johnny Quest show The Invisible Monster?"
Two: "Well, when One was finding me a Johnny Quest today, that show was there, and he said the name out loud as he deleted it for me ... and now I know I'm going to have another nightmare about it."
Two: "So can you make me some Sleepytime Tea, so I can fall asleep fast and get the nightmare over with quickly?"
Two: "Thanks mom."
And off he goes to watch TiVo'd Tony Bordain with his dad while the tea steeps.
"Last time this happened, I linked to the Danish cartoons so that you could make up your own minds about them, and I do the same today. Nothing happened last time, but who's to say what homicidal theocrat might decide to take offense now. I deny absolutely that I will have instigated him to do so, and I state in advance that he is directly and solely responsible for any blood that is on any hands. He becomes the responsibility of our police and security agencies, who operate in defense of a Constitution that we would not possess if we had not been willing to spill blood—our own and that of others—to attain it. The First Amendment to that Constitution prohibits any prior restraint on the freedom of the press. What a cause of shame that the campus of Nathan Hale should have pre-emptively run up the white flag and then cringingly taken the blood guilt of potential assassins and tyrants upon itself."
Love that last sentence!
HT: Ann Althouse
Monday, August 17, 2009
The politics on both sides of the aisle: the Obamabots, who are now certain they've found clear scriptural support for socialized medicine. And the Right-Wingers, to whom homosexuality is almost as bad as murder.
Calvinism, and, even worse yet, Presbyterian churches who are so embarrassed by it that they forget they're supposed to preach it.
Prosperity preachers and the lies that they spew.
The never-ending lie taught to young women that they are only fit for a life at home, serving God by waiting hand and foot on a husband.
The constant change - the desire to be "relevant" to today's culture.
And most of all, the message that "you're done" - you've saved, and that's that. Finito. Signed, sealed and delivered, amen! Gah! This does not reassure me, people. It makes me want to lie down and take a break. If I'm saved, I'll work on that whole "getting closer to God" thing later. Seriously - take a look at my life: can you count the blessings? I can't. Things must be good between God and me if my life is this sweet, so I can worry about having a prayer life and gaining control over my sinful thoughts and emotions later on. Who needs all that time-consuming discipline and self-denial when God has already made up His mind and He won't change it? I'm going to the big house in the sky, baby - you told me all I had to do was to "ask Jesus into my heart" and I was done. Been there. Done that. Probably wore the t-shirt when I was a little girl. How does this message motivate me to do anything? And how, exactly, does it square with the idea that we are to "work out our salvation with fear and trembling"?
So, have I offended everyone yet? Probably so. My honest apologies. I know this isn't the most mature and adult way to go through a conversion, but I thought I had to say something on the subject nevertheless. Thanks for listening to me rant, y'all.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
"While we clearly need health-care reform, the last thing our country needs is a massive new health-care entitlement that will create hundreds of billions of dollars of new unfunded deficits and move us much closer to a government takeover of our health-care system. Instead, we should be trying to achieve reforms by moving in the opposite direction—toward less government control and more individual empowerment."
I didn't think I needed another reason to love Whole Foods, but now I have one.
HT: the happy, honeymooning Ann Althouse.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
But here she is anyway, in the middle of a health care town meeting, chatting to someone else on her cell phone while a woman asks her a question. Sigh.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
"Sadly, the old mentality is back. Citibank is too big to fail. That's the way it is. The government needs to bail out the automakers. That's the way it is. Taxes are going up. That's the way it is. Carbon dioxide will boil the oceans so we need to live in cities and walk to work. That's the way it is. Elites like Robert Reich and Paul Krugman and Al Gore will tell you what you'll be paid, how much health care you'll get, how much risk you can take, what kind of car you can drive, how much water you can use to flush your toilet, because … That's The Way It Is. He may have passed away last week, but Walter Cronkite will never die."
"Better World Books collects and sells books online to fund literacy initiatives worldwide. With more than two million new and used titles in stock, we’re a self-sustaining, triple-bottom-line company that creates social, economic and environmental value for all our stakeholders. We were founded in 2002 by three friends from the University of Notre Dame who started selling textbooks online to earn some money, and ended up forming a pioneering social enterprise — a business with a mission to promote literacy."
Check out the site! You can buy books online, get involved in organizing a campus book drive, or find a library sale near you. I am an online book shopping fanatic; I have the feeling I'm going to be spending more than my fair share of time on this website. And to think: I can feed my addiction for book shopping and feel good about it all at the same time. Ah, sweet charity!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Us: "But you may never go under the house! Never. Because, because ... there are SNAKES and RATS under there, do you understand!?
Two: "Of course. So I can never go under the house ... unless I bring a flashlight and ... come on folks, you know what else I need ... say it!"
Two, triumphantly: "A flashlight AND A DAGGER!"
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Five conferences calls today. Count them: OneTwoThree FourFive. Several, thankfully, went better than I could have hoped. But all the same: five. And I worked from home, which always makes things a little more manic than they have to be.
Home, you say? Yes, because to add to the Five Conference Calls, I have Two Sick Children (you have to love the new math here at the GW's place). One of whom vomited the night away, as I laundered into the wee hours of the morning in response. It looks like the flu, sounds like the flu, does everything but quack like the flu, but it. is. not. the. flu. Because we did the test yesterday, and so we know: it is not the swine flu or any other flu, thank you. And since both of them have it, it is also not some tick-borne illness, and therefore I will not be searching private and ticklish parts of small boys for travellers brought home from Colorado. Thank God for small miracles.
So my phone, my sick boys and I spent the day together, the sounds of The Princess Bride, 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, and Johnny Quest mingling with hours of meaningless legal mumbo-jumbo. It may have been frantic, but it still beats the hell out of the office.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
There's nothing but sad about this story - there's nothing else to say.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I am so relieved to have the decision over and done with! Thanks to all of you for your comments, emails and encouragement!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The rules (I designed this - of course there are rules) are as follows: $12 a week, divided up into three envelopes: one for charity, one for spend, and one for save. Of the charity money, I've asked him (but not demanded) that half go in the offering plate each Sunday; the rest he can save for any project he decides is important to him. Spending money is just that - spending money. He can't get far on $4 a week, and right now he is concentrating on saving each week until he has enough for a favorite book. Every two or three weeks he hands over his cash and I order his heart's desire on Amazon; he has me checking the UPS tracker online, and on delivery day he compulsively opens the front door to see if anything has arrived. No matter how many times I tell him the UPS man knocks, he can't help peeking. Finally, he has his "save" pile. The rules for that are - save for something big, not just books, and if you mess up and break something, your share of the damage comes out of your savings.
So far we've had a lot of success. He successfully saved for a old-fashioned Walkman, so he could listen to all his books on tape. He frequently puts all of his weekly charity money in the offering plate, and he's acquired four Redwall books "all on his own" with his spending money. I think (well, I hope) that he's learning how to use money constructively, set goals, and be patient. If he gets that, I couldn't possibly hope for more.