tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33847768019942306632024-03-18T06:02:31.449-04:00MOTUS A.D.Reflections FROM MOTUS:
THE MIRROR OF THE UNITED STATESDEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comBlogger5031125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-83664108515975980102024-03-18T06:02:00.000-04:002024-03-18T06:02:00.128-04:00Leave ‘em In The Car, Eh?<p>TODAY’S POST IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY RAJ</p> <p> </p> <p>I’ve always had a soft spot for our <a href="https://flytrippers.com/in-which-direction-must-you-drive-to-enter-canada-if-you-are-in-detroit/">neighbors to the south</a>, so I was sad to hear that Toronto is experiencing a <a href="https://www.toronto.com/news/crime/canada-has-a-car-theft-epidemic-here-are-simple-ways-to-protect-your-vehicle-from/article_ebf2c10e-f7d6-5935-972d-1b2cc8a9c3d8.html">car theft epidemic</a>. As the article points out, there are many things you can do to protect your car from theft, but Toronto Police Service Constable Marco Ricciardi doesn’t think you should do anything to <a href="https://www.blogto.com/city/2024/03/toronto-police-car-theft/">protect your car</a>. </p> <blockquote> <p><em><strong>At an Etobicoke safety meeting attended by the constable, new advice was given to vehicle owners in the city: make it easier for thieves to access your keys. "To prevent the possibility of being attacked in your home, leave your fobs at your front door, because they're breaking into your home to steal your car. They don't want anything else," said Ricciardi at the meeting.</strong></em></p> </blockquote> <p>Some Torontobites are not only taking that advise, but also taking extra precautions:</p> <p align="center">   <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1cpv5baT8JqgsGyuwlcFRj7mzPArhCYjP"><img title="20240304-car-theft-toronto" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="20240304-car-theft-toronto" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1SS8uknhMp_2JhilyLIIiLSggoi-fz3k3" width="500" height="333" /></a><strong><em>FYI, the DEI Toronto Constabulary recommends the use of Mx. rather than Mr., Mrs. or Ms.</em></strong></p> <p>I think I I have a better way will keep car thieves out of your house and protect the the window glass; just leave the keys in the car. I am sure the Toronto Constabulary would approve.</p> <p>I’ve even prepared, with the help of AI, a handy window sticker you can print, giving notice that you are on board with the new Constabulary guidelines. You could print two, one for your car and one for your front door.</p> <p> </p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1QTFPqJy3G3gFKVcK5VGwdj7SABEG6_UL"><img title="final toronto clown police" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="final toronto clown police" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1sR_u0OgO8OaZAOWzBG630_BqC1nGVHkW" width="506" height="575" /></a>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-84426659741877706372024-03-11T08:29:00.001-04:002024-03-11T08:29:45.516-04:00Dr. Hedgeh(hog)<p> </p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Sv5Hy9DF8l-qyb1baSZJNgqfcMhcpNWD"><img title="Dr. Hedgehog RM" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="Dr. Hedgehog RM" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1uxQyLU_a1NGvftTYTLS-LdDCJ5jtFNCB" width="554" height="688" /></a> <p>Sedgewick the hedge hog was none too pleased either.</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1I-QlsjDPwutgwspIOePq_xDr5zdrL_P_"><img title="sedwidge the hedge hog" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="sedwidge the hedge hog" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=17-F4TaPqnhb8l1-K9wf7vEbyKMzBGLAj" width="400" height="355" /></a> <p>But let’s just give today to the dogs, as is our custom.</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1W_c3OffAob7oSs8FqdqDDVegHGBO5QgS"><img title="snoopy dog day afternoon" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="snoopy dog day afternoon" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=10n96F12DVDNR4hoNMN13k3ZsJTZLWRZ5" width="404" height="507" /></a>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-75840399286208122182024-03-04T09:30:00.001-05:002024-03-04T09:30:26.750-05:00Remain Ungovernable<p>They don’t deserve to govern.</p> <p>So remain ungovernable.</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1y7Z88EYOUnS5QqP__slMt02gU8Y6Du6v"><img title="dog become ungovernable pb" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="dog become ungovernable pb" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1YR8P8KSHSdVVhE0gCfbaKuawm0ycwWfZ" width="500" height="500" /></a> <p>And happy mutt day.</p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-38224388074088383022024-02-26T08:05:00.001-05:002024-02-26T08:05:37.835-05:00Google’s Gemini AI: “He’s As Bad As Hitler!”<p> No, not Trump, Elon Musk. Google's Gemini AI: "Wow, tough question. Too close to call." It’s enough to exhaust anyone.</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1G5FwE6fkTkGWlCjAj0WwMNQWvnQSThUI"><img title="hitler musk" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="hitler musk" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=18eCHz6hjC1TTT2u9TBGJzDM0h7i839Lx" width="654" height="633" /></a></p> <p>Conflating Hitler with Elon Musk: Gemini AI has clearly been immersed in the American public school system’s total immersion indoctrination program. </p> <p>As I said, exhausting.</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1iXGoAlRdq8utW7EhBwm0A1jXM5OGGmou"><img title="sleepy p" style="border-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="sleepy p" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1qOyLUFKBC9-Y53cClhOpFyB9mGDwTdDb" width="400" height="380" /></a></p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-79392192739185954892024-02-19T08:10:00.001-05:002024-02-19T08:10:58.406-05:00I Hope…<p> <p> <p><strong><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1XoyViqQt9akdFeirdQ__LFVTiOZ7FNPz"><img title="easier or funnier" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="easier or funnier" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1zjz4scYsP2951Mgk-gpOJTLg55g80lh1" width="689" height="81" /></a></strong></p> </p> </p> <p> In the mean time, how about a pic that looks like a real-life Currier and Ives print.</p> <p align="center"><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1_SaP63BvAXyhLjzKNJMN7kSWG3fzI70p"><img title="true life currier and ives" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="true life currier and ives" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1UGgIGezq9_DgUf0NvDvJths_m0v4rfoJ" width="500" height="625" /></a><strong><em>Winter Peace</em></strong></p> <p>Here’s to funnier…</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=15hAOi6_oHf-DV-z0SzSVso1nQMFFEWY0"><img title="stray bar dogs collars" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="stray bar dogs collars" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1c_r05AeVIhqYQBcbSQrKFIbdE_GvVvgk" width="404" height="489" /></a>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-67359171853383368382024-02-11T09:15:00.001-05:002024-02-11T09:15:00.857-05:00Living In Evil Times Doing The Best We Can<p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1pXi2TjEZJ8yv6VVGT2eBNfG-IXAGRTPL"><img title="biden and the light bulb" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="biden and the light bulb" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=18A5V6emOb70PIMWVJUcsxnkrea_0iB4x" width="506" height="493" /></a></p> <p>People have argued for years that it doesn’t make any difference who you vote for. Even putting the stolen election aside, the blithering, blathering – literally -  out of touch dementia patient in office proves the premise. Staffed by an army of mostly incompetent functionaries the business of government continues on. not missing a beat. So yes, I’m finally ready to concede that maybe it doesn’t make any difference. Ugg.</p> <p>We truly do live in evil times. </p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1FqVNVddUpuEIHpAe8hBfHJ4H6Q53PWJm"><img title="evil time" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="evil time" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1fAwlLRiqEapVVFzme_IZFC3iGVy4w2FE" width="504" height="504" /></a> <p>So enjoy the Super Bowl if you’re so inclined; a respite from reality won’t hurt and might help.</p> <p>I thank everyone for your prayers, my anemia is beginning to abate. My hemoglobin is climbing, although still below normal it’s going in the right direction. Feeling strong enough to start physical therapy again this week as balance/walking remains a concern. Last brain MRI questionable so follow up in March. The fight continues.</p> <p>May you all have a blessed, peaceful week.</p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-71030061403151384592024-02-05T08:18:00.001-05:002024-02-05T08:18:03.571-05:00Happy(ish) Mutt Day<p>The Monday Morning Mutt Day photo that says it all. </p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1n-5C5cA2cEBh_-BuhlgBvZtB0LYBs6p7"><img title="dog rain sad" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="dog rain sad" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1r4fql2z33k9eQIVrCzCThPBtRwr-VnSQ" width="504" height="671" /></a></p> <p>Buster knows what’s what.</p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-91968837515254122992024-01-30T09:45:00.001-05:002024-01-30T09:45:11.081-05:00Consider The Taco<a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=18Bun9W3esgxTOVfvVFDLTsjVOXzIk2vs"><img title="burrito" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="burrito" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1wQEsRjG26mtgb24RvhQD1gXDdKilyPjr" width="400" height="267" /></a>  <p>Another day, another argument. </p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1VL0iiKIaWLpViEdevLV-8R1UPzPC703v"><img title="tacos v burritos" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="tacos v burritos" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1JByCYXpBa3pLGdYaGfAFVXc3sDtOI5YL" width="404" height="715" /></a></p> <p>Remember when Mexican food was a taco?</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1jfqHP1Nlv0z5J0BAZ1w9KgB_15EBmrsd"><img title="22100_crunchy_taco_640x650" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="22100_crunchy_taco_640x650" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1db49fXli2iyW8ubdZwrkVYvKTt3qDNN0" width="350" height="356" /></a> <p>And a taco was simple? Crunchy shell, taco meat, cheese, lettuce, bam, you’re done. Now you have to choose between tacos <em>and</em> burritos. And if you choose tacos you have to pick your wrapper: hard or soft. Then there’s the filling for both: everything from chicken, shrimp, fish, barbacoa, carne asada to grasshoppers. And the topping choices are seemingly endless as well. I ordered a burrito online the other day and needed a nap before I could eat it.</p> <p>So, it’s taco Tuesday: everybody be careful out there and try to keep things in perspective. <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1whur5ygRwOysKMqsEKJ9EoexTFHvZA5k"><img title="crushing_balloon perspective" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="crushing_balloon perspective" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1ZucbeFjuZJgb4yr3COcYpmN6aihhhVM4" width="400" height="270" /></a></p></p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-75619734413424615212024-01-20T07:01:00.001-05:002024-01-20T07:01:17.053-05:00“Butterflies Are Free To Fly”<p>You can pick up factoids in the strangest places. For example, I saw this on my box of Kleenex this morning: </p> <p><strong><em>“Butterfly wings are transparent. The colors you see as a butterfly flits across the yard are actually the reflection of various colors through their scales.”</em></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><em><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1lFbPTQefOKnXa_gWsI60mdHzbtxP1jp1"><img title="Malachite butterfly" style="border-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="Malachite butterfly" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=11XJLii6s3lAqPVoh5CnSrVHxcHHmDqg6" width="516" height="412" /></a>Malachite Butterfly </em></strong></p> <p> </p> <p align="center"><strong><em><strong><em><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=17wNnnHTN-CesoQmwVcVwL_XJhg9Io5Qz"><img title="butterfly on cyprus" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="butterfly on cyprus" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1-bkjW0L13eT-KurXqNzk2eUZ_JB8aHN1" width="504" height="749" /></a>Butterfly on Cyprus</em></strong></em></strong></p> <p align="left">Sometimes it is hard to believe in God. Other times it is hard NOT to believe in God.</p> <p align="center"><strong><em><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Buz2bRXuVETr9BUN4PFykmDKBxKTPZE3"><img title="butterfly nebula" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="butterfly nebula" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1OVxmhYUr28OIU97gY9bx-b2k14PUgu3v" width="654" height="780" /></a>The Butterfly Nebula</em></strong></p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-82575157768753425002024-01-16T07:55:00.002-05:002024-01-16T09:17:04.159-05:00Taco Tuesday The Day After The Iowa Caucuses<p>Some people think Taco Tuesday started as cultural appropriation. Actually it began as part of the Body Positivity movement:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_C-_dBjxAqmPclSJECl8sdL_WCwJ-bWKysfmGh9nyujYW_eUV9uRm_xmQ3lVg76ySfQ6JycxPdWEx55Q4yLPrI3_mHlaLqyNPOl4EgxTPp-lZvi4kBP7wdkBEL5wofNEeHV1pb2_tiykN-lLcHBZTHGQ27zx16L-VSeTMsjeknaxMiEe3ZAR0ifASUK-/s500/240a73b7-1b94-4c1f-a667-bcaf4d7b81fe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="500" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_C-_dBjxAqmPclSJECl8sdL_WCwJ-bWKysfmGh9nyujYW_eUV9uRm_xmQ3lVg76ySfQ6JycxPdWEx55Q4yLPrI3_mHlaLqyNPOl4EgxTPp-lZvi4kBP7wdkBEL5wofNEeHV1pb2_tiykN-lLcHBZTHGQ27zx16L-VSeTMsjeknaxMiEe3ZAR0ifASUK-/s320/240a73b7-1b94-4c1f-a667-bcaf4d7b81fe.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p> <p>Enjoy it while you can as you won’t be we allowed to celebrate Taco Tuesdays come February. It’s Black History Month and diluting the victimhood will not be allowed. You’ve been warned so be prepared.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtFgKhG7D5C2J0SfQlZSVHAftwU7ZVIyH9FuTOPU9UqPCZ78zxBA_juy4dOxDjtuC3JmTplXLMY_8eDMC4je8Xq5Koxx3-tkr2Au6UPl94WyGVEAJeMZfizij-pNLAuROuaOLGBta2Kw4SzK-VrIn_2ze6g-SvZJsUkmoT58Fb_tewdqoeFrNC18Buvab/s985/0a28fb66-d3bc-4e6d-a88d-6e09ab794bf9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="985" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtFgKhG7D5C2J0SfQlZSVHAftwU7ZVIyH9FuTOPU9UqPCZ78zxBA_juy4dOxDjtuC3JmTplXLMY_8eDMC4je8Xq5Koxx3-tkr2Au6UPl94WyGVEAJeMZfizij-pNLAuROuaOLGBta2Kw4SzK-VrIn_2ze6g-SvZJsUkmoT58Fb_tewdqoeFrNC18Buvab/s320/0a28fb66-d3bc-4e6d-a88d-6e09ab794bf9.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Oh, and that caucus yesterday? Not really a contest. So enjoy your tacos steer clear of emergencies and dream of making America Great Again.</p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-54615297700706082332024-01-07T09:20:00.002-05:002024-01-16T17:41:18.182-05:00Too Soon?<p>Is it too soon to dream of Spring?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu11rbRYxi4w_WV1__etcdI2KaSH76SHyQwxFnhC0ryyFzPdUSQXo3VUizENHoXObwBRFROlBcrcF28u52Gj4x-pOMv8RpwMWmiT41iP6WPyic6KZ6rU5Fi0nFztK9KS-eK1aY_Uzwowq9cAa0LdgQvtmY_rTiUEH-lDTGyAYdka0kC1GExV66O3TkD99t/s880/Scott%20PRIOR%20by%20Catherine%20La%20Rose%20(35).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="880" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu11rbRYxi4w_WV1__etcdI2KaSH76SHyQwxFnhC0ryyFzPdUSQXo3VUizENHoXObwBRFROlBcrcF28u52Gj4x-pOMv8RpwMWmiT41iP6WPyic6KZ6rU5Fi0nFztK9KS-eK1aY_Uzwowq9cAa0LdgQvtmY_rTiUEH-lDTGyAYdka0kC1GExV66O3TkD99t/s320/Scott%20PRIOR%20by%20Catherine%20La%20Rose%20(35).jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <b><i>Picnic Table In Winter</i></b> - Scott Prior<p></p><blockquote> <p>And spring flowers?</p></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_srsXmpr4Tn1k10w5LEVundMAI84zJCxKr2MfjTgFZvyLDv9V71uuha6z6TGX3QekbH9HiMx7g-j0pMef8rUGbF13a_51rYK8VCWGRlKX0qjy4MxI2tXQNlBqiC335OgkMnI-u77lo7Xg9xhTwQxAv1flmy3lkcYc5ockIhuIFGTfRktDWjjDTXkVPSQh/s1024/const.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="1024" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_srsXmpr4Tn1k10w5LEVundMAI84zJCxKr2MfjTgFZvyLDv9V71uuha6z6TGX3QekbH9HiMx7g-j0pMef8rUGbF13a_51rYK8VCWGRlKX0qjy4MxI2tXQNlBqiC335OgkMnI-u77lo7Xg9xhTwQxAv1flmy3lkcYc5ockIhuIFGTfRktDWjjDTXkVPSQh/s320/const.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote><p align="center"><b><i>Flowers</i></b> – Constantine Font</p> <p>I think not.</p> <p>Sorry, still too weary to do a real post. No wonder they call anemia pernicious.</p></blockquote>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-80725835546646913762024-01-01T07:55:00.001-05:002024-01-01T09:03:24.737-05:00Happy New Year 2024<p>2023 New Year post updated: Last year it was my eyes, this year it’s a severe energy deficit due to anemia so, like last year I’m not posting anything new but I have assembled a few exce<strong><em>rpts from previous New Years’ posts which are mostly still relevant. </em></strong></p> <p><em><em><em>From revelry:</em></em></em></p> <strong><em><strong><em> <blockquote><strong><em>To those who made it to midnight on purpose to usher in the  new year I salute you. To those who were forced to make it till midnight by merrymakers in your neighborhood ushering in the new year, I sympathize. And to those who were awakened from a sound sleep by neighborhood merrymakers ushering in the new year, I empathize.</em></strong></blockquote> </em></strong></em></strong> <p>to predictions,  </p> <blockquote> <p><em><strong>I’m not making any more predictions because I just realized they’d be mostly pessimistic which somehow doesn’t seem appropriate for a New Year post. I’m still optimistic about some things but at my age it takes infinitely more effort to convince myself that logic and circumstance warrant such irrational exuberance. So I tend to conserve my optimism these days for really important stuff, like saving the world. [Relevant </strong></em><a href="https://www.theepochtimes.com/how-to-be-happy-in-2023-make-saving-the-republic-your-new-years-resolution_4949837.html"><em><strong>current article</strong></em></a><em><strong>] </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong></strong></em></p> <p>and resolutions:</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1kTuW1j3a_LbPSZsEKZ56USk8AbiwZKWR"><img title="resolution" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="resolution" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=11lWguznfLi-YqDIesEgICWus-lZ33663" width="400" height="400" /></a></p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <blockquote><strong><em></em></strong> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1p9AsloX6eWTxL9755H5GwLK5U4bJHAFt"><strong><em><img title="calvin-and-hobbes-new-years-resolution1_thumb[2]" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="calvin-and-hobbes-new-years-resolution1_thumb[2]" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1aSvL6jN11rbVLEhjAbPadSp0qRzfvxSc" width="504" height="636" /></em></strong></a></p> <p><strong><em>Happy New Year everyone! We’ve made it through one Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Year. </em></strong></p> </blockquote> </blockquote> <p><strong><em></em></strong></p> <p>I don’t know what year that last excerpt was from but I must say, it  applies to 2022/3 as well. </p> <p>When my eyesight improves I might just muster enough energy to make a couple of casual promises to myself.</p> <p>Until then I wish you all a very happy and healthy New Year.</p> <p><img title="one of us" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="one of us" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1PvfUqbhiVuo-8SrTNpIMLM2AcvX3bGgs" width="454" height="597" /></p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-43601953756221817352023-12-29T08:36:00.001-05:002023-12-29T08:36:05.361-05:00I Don’t Make The Rules, Hallmark Does (Redux)<blockquote> <p><strong><em>You should know that I have a love-hate relationship with Hallmark Christmas movies. I sometimes love the simplistic, mind-numbing love stories with happy endings that require absolutely nothing of you other than your presence. No thinking, emoting, relating or empathizing really required for the 2 hours (or 90 minutes if you record and skip the commercials). You simply need to have the TV on to watch a misguided young woman’s drama as she finds her one true love and the real meaning of life all within 2-3 weeks in television time. It’s Christmas magic!</em></strong></p> <strong><em></em></strong> <p><strong><em>I hate the shallowness of it all, but for insomniacs it’s a bromide which you can set the TV timer to and nod off to. Completely inoffensive which is more than can be said of most offerings.</em></strong></p> <strong><em></em></strong> <p><strong><em>So, as it’s seemingly 6 month season finally draws to a close, I re-run the Hallmark Christmas movie post originally from December 31, 2020. It’s not too late to catch one.</em></strong></p> </blockquote> <p><a name="5685516722335710622"></a></p> <strong>I Don’t Make the Rules, Hallmark Does</strong> <p>Hello, my name is MOTUS  and I’m addicted to Hallmark Christmas movies – don’t judge, especially if your idea of a Christmas movie is<em> Die Hard.</em></p> <p>In fact, I’m watching one – <em>A Boyfriend For Christmas</em> - as I write this. It is one of the first of 5 Christmas themed movies that Hallmark made way back in 2004. There are now 136 Christmas movies if Wiki is to be believed, although I’m not sure if that includes the whopping 40 new ones they cranked out in 2020 despite the cooties. So I think we can all agree then when I say of Hallmark:</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1He9epmHJ09KpGmIwL8yRI6eyy_9E42jH"><img title="hero" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="hero" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1PtxyqeRc6EjVhF6ktrang-84KWlfEJHl" width="404" height="431" /></a></p> <p>Now when I say I’m “watching” I mean that in the same way I once “watched” <em>Fox and Friends First </em>when I woke up at 5 AM: it is providing a low buzz of background noise as I work on my post. And for about 6 months at this longitude it also provides background light in an otherwise dark bedroom.</p> <p>Now I’ll bet there are some of you that pride yourselves on never having seen a Hallmark Christmas movie. Too bad, as that means you are unfamiliar with the unique genre in which 15 actors, 2 writers, 5 settings and a plot generator -</p> <p><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt="Hallmark Christmas Movie Plot Generator | Wrong Hands" src="https://wronghands1.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/hallmark-christmas-movie-plot-generator.jpg" width="700" height="438" /></p> <p>are used to create an endless array of escapist movies that are both cheesy and predictable while at the same time as comfortable as a pair of old jeans, assuming they still fit. </p> <p>Up until this year the movies were, well, embarrassingly middle class and white.</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1SBQ-4EGRW59CZkQRjrsmFFkLGCMxjTqZ"><img title="hallmark-movie-memes" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="hallmark-movie-memes" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1mUp6BxXUT41DqxarHoupAiXUSk0tLnm9" width="504" height="562" /></a></p> <p>But with BLM’s “encouragement” and the LBGBT community’s shaming, this year’s 40 entrees made up for that. You have never seen so many ethnic characters and mixed race couples enjoying Hallmark romance. </p> <p align="center"><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt=""Memories of Christmas," "Majestic Christmas," "Christmas Everlasting"" src="https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Hallmark-Christmas-Diversity-1.jpg?w=780" width="500" height="343" /><strong><em>“Memories of Christmas,” “Majestic Christmas,” “Christmas Everlasting”</em></strong></p> <p>Plus, the yuletide has certainly never been gayer on the Hallmark channels.</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=16fefdQ86TvP5VWwWFcSluT8Yjqq0MuZe"><img title="The-Christmas-House-Film-Poster" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="The-Christmas-House-Film-Poster" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1M0q2w5cZDXCT9LBxIgnVvijl_zJcZ-y4" width="403" height="610" /></a> <p>But aside from those new twists, everything else is the same: a plot selected from the matrix above, a conflicted main character meets his or her true love but doesn’t realize it: tension/misunderstanding ensues followed by a happy ending. To say that the movies are formulaic is an insult to formulaic fiction, but then…did you miss the part about a happy ending? Every. Time.</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=147h615-DGZA2IAje4vNqhsFCg5APm_VN"><img title="hallmark-movie-memes-8" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="hallmark-movie-memes-8" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1729wkbp-evHmT4DT_JkQjoCuneHYvVx8" width="404" height="309" /></a></p> <p>Is there anyone out there who couldn’t benefit from a happy ending once a year or so?</p> <p>And if you’re still not convinced allow me to point out other benefits of the genre: you can organize a whole evening of games around a Hallmark Christmas movie. There’s bingo of course:</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1rLH8cZ6ZyeAgD4hc6ocrLQ--rsQr2Vdl"><img title="bingo2" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="bingo2" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1G3pSnDabNEEmeM2kF-7NhTsrPAefFmMf" width="504" height="601" /></a></p> <p>And if that’s not enough there is the Hallmark Christmas Movie Drinking Game, which is basically bingo sans the markers.</p> <p><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt="Jen Saunderson on Twitter: " src="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DQv_4htVwAACJ_d.jpg" width="700" height="931" /></p> <p>So as the New Year approaches, and the Hallmark Christmas Movie season draws to a close – at least until July – you should consider catching one before it’s too late. There are worst things than happy endings you know…</p> <p align="center"><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt="Pin on covid funnies " src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a3/6f/68/a36f68b3b337b0d81c4e92a76b495085.jpg" width="500" height="346" /><strong><em>Hijinks ensue.</em></strong></p> <p>Or you can just watch <em>Die Hard</em> again I suppose. It does have a happy ending so I suppose it technically qualifies.</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=155FH7m2h4cFZ8DJ63clOFhubvDN9D88P"><img title="die hard" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="die hard" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1kW4PJBkejA6slzovcwPZVFZGTcozCsfh" width="404" height="512" /></a></p> <p>Happy endings to one and all!</p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-21269472528884257232023-12-25T06:45:00.001-05:002023-12-25T06:45:01.488-05:00Christmas 2023<blockquote><strong><em>And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. <strong><em>And the angel said unto them, fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. </em></strong></em></strong></blockquote> <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a_4sV9_qbOc/XCGnP5VGaHI/AAAAAAAByME/6hfFqgWCRCYbo-mk1EqMtxd43WNd-tiDwCHMYCw/s1600-h/birth-of-jesus-madonna-and-child_thu"><img title="birth-of-jesus-madonna-and-child_thu" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="birth-of-jesus-madonna-and-child_thu" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ietoZ6gDz3Q/XCGnQgG1N7I/AAAAAAAByMI/kz-IBcJF6J4cnDpW9FHl7lu47Zm1b43xgCHMYCw/birth-of-jesus-madonna-and-child_thu%255B1%255D?imgmax=800" width="604" height="482" /></a></p> <blockquote> <p><strong><em>For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.  And this shall be a sign unto you; ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.</em></strong></p> </blockquote> <blockquote><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-a6uc1W_xrf4/WF7mPI8EYuI/AAAAAAABhOo/prUDuZaeu7A/s1600-h/aCreche_thumb1%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img title="aCreche_thumb1" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="aCreche_thumb1" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ayhvReSTgqs/WF7mPvR3_wI/AAAAAAABhOs/2c-nYFAo1Ik/aCreche_thumb1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" height="404" /></a></blockquote> <blockquote><strong>Raj and I would like to wish all of our wonderful friends here a very, very <strong>Merry Christmas. We all deserve to set the world’s burdens aside and simply embrace the beauty and miracle that is Christmas.             </strong></strong></blockquote> <blockquote><strong><strong> <p><strong>We send our love to each of you and wish you all a wonderful Christmas. Fill it to the brim with all the merry and the bright you can muster. For we are </strong><strong>blessed. </strong></p> <p> </p> </strong></strong> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1LfrVJaNg6rnA3qvO_oglZHaHDicRZsH3"><img title="forest-winter-snow-1336x768" border="0" alt="forest-winter-snow-1336x768" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=11XYq3f_ZL9cXk0Suxb3ee5pZoCSEU-jn" width="704" height="406" /></a></p></blockquote>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-8983192502266898872023-12-23T08:38:00.001-05:002023-12-23T08:38:03.739-05:00Generosity and Good Cheer Spread by the MOTI<p>Christmas was a long time coming to the MOTUS house this year. We didn’t even get the tree out until this week and when we did the result was, well, predictable.</p> <p align="center"><strong><em><img title="the problem" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="the problem" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=16yQ809D-Ani8_FbPmQHlhttHRucvMug4" width="504" height="671" />There’s always one naysayer in every crowd</em></strong></p> <p>Turned out to be one string that wasn’t plugged in so an easy fix but I was discouraged and let it sit unadorned for several days. We finally got it together when these arrived and shamed us into completing the task. </p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1WbZQ6SvsYFrhTNANdLyFUxemge3ja5kT"><img title="his and her" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="his and her" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1_0lEviOOGVM55YAFGjGGVG1iIk91w9pS" width="647" height="391" /></a></p> <p>Two gorgeous His and Her bouquets from the MOTI! So, so big and beautiful. As usual my pictures really don’t do them justice but here’s a closeup of Raj’s.</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=10Hbos6UAC5TQa-0XnRmtOXHicOxfU-l4"><img title="hydrangeas and roses" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="hydrangeas and roses" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1p5El3VgIrmDZcoI-g4HEZ7NGXGIqBk16" width="504" height="379" /></a></p> <p>Deep red and white roses, shiny red/green leaves, hydrangeas, purple thistles and red berries and greens all tied up with a green bow.</p> <p>And Hers: </p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1fESktO-VcBc7Tq1gKTgWKDM47f-lJPBd"><img title="peonies and roses" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="peonies and roses" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1uzv9vx7VzPhhRgPzncdeQWqITF8N-wOA" width="504" height="379" /></a> <p>Deep fuchsia and white roses, white peonies, red amaryllis, red berries and greens with a burgundy bow.  I know everything doesn’t show up in my pictures but they’re all there! Including pomegranates in both.</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=104IGda8dW4QI8ko0a92TryjxEWOGaWIg"><img title="thistles" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="thistles" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1irAuJFKSyYuULZy9hnFrpDRkzgvKj8TM" width="504" height="379" /></a></p> <p> </p> <p align="center"><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1fENruK0pZIWpt0dKgPdNvxQCoUvLo8Qs"><img title="his and her raj foreground" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="his and her raj foreground" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1TSVJKjg_BqrYB30lQg5woBznjr_s0TFT" width="504" height="379" /></a><strong><em>His and Hers, as beautiful on the backside</em></strong></p> <p>And here we are, thanks to all of you, properly decked out. It’s finally looking a lot like Christmas around here. It may have been late coming this year but the MOTUS home is now done up proper, with love and care.</p> <p>Even my tree,  now lit top to bottom:</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1B7I1VdEu2YkLTmG_YUBAMo23ZjtSjXIv"><img title="treexx" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="treexx" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Lbk9K0oFUJwbmbdqMHYcisPF3jgPQwcr" width="504" height="671" /></a> <p>and topped off this year by the little wolfie Jettie sent me for my birthday.</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1A_DF5sPoQYFbsUo3Yx7WFOlxdgE2JUT5"><img title="wolfe2" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="wolfe2" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1xtNhHy8YMnGBvrqp6PWlL6gqzRkveYvI" width="304" height="404" /></a> <p>Raj and I cannot thank all of you enough for your kindness, thoughtfulness and generosity. You spoil us rotten (butt we love it). </p> <p>Again, our heartfelt thanks. Now get those ovens fired up: those Christmas cookies aren’t going to make themselves!</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=11azAVPbecCLWV9T9Q_COyL036ZeVu_jT"><img title="scottie dog cookies" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="scottie dog cookies" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1lfWH369eGWz3aRLcRbS9AqkZP30OMvQ3" width="404" height="537" /></a> <p align="center"><strong><em>As if! (unless you’re Robin)</em></strong></p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-21907156753910563522023-12-21T07:41:00.001-05:002023-12-21T07:42:42.748-05:00Winter Solstice: The Beginning Of The End Of Darkness<p>It’s Throwback Thursday, so how about another repost? This from December 21, 2019:</p> <p align="center"><em><strong></strong></em></p> <p align="center"><em><strong>For never-resting time leads summer on <br />To hideous winter and confounds him there; <br />Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, <br />Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where. </strong></em></p> <p align="center"><strong>Shakespeare, Sonnet 5<strong><strong><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" src="https://i.imgur.com/yMc8lwi.jpg" width="700" height="526" />Originally posted by Lili, wherever you may find her</strong> <p align="left">The winter solstice occurs in the Northern Hemisphere when the sun is directly over the Tropic of Capricorn, or 23.5° south latitude; this year that happens at 11:19 PM EST. It is the shortest day of the year so rise early, although it will still be dark, and have your coffee and breakfast before the sun comes up. You cannot afford to squander even a minute of what has become precious daylight. </p> </strong></strong></p> <p><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt="Winter Dawn Wallpaper Full HD#1" src="http://yesofcorsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Winter-Dawn-Wallpaper-Full-HD1.jpg" width="700" height="467" /></p> <p>Where you live determines the exact amount of daylight you will get today. Sunrise in Detroit is at 7:58 AM, Sunset at 5:03 PM giving us 9 hours, 5 minutes of daylight. I am luckier than some but not as lucky as others. </p> <p>Which of course is true about nearly every aspect of life; learning to accept and appreciate that fact is one of life’s important lessons. </p> <p><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt="Winter Dawn Wallpaper For Desktop" src="http://yesofcorsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/Winter-Dawn-Wallpaper-For-Desktop.jpg" width="700" height="394" /></p> <p>Each day grows a bit longer now, so we should celebrate the solstice as it is the beginning of the end of darkness. So get out there and enjoy whatever light you are fortunate enough to get.</p> <p align="center"><em><strong>O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, <br />Should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw!</strong> </em></p> <p align="center"><em>Hamlet, </em>Act 5, Scene 1</p> <p align="center"><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt="Image result for Snow at Louveciennes, France, c.1878 Alfred Sisley" src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/28/75/df28758c013696731084ec137027d698.jpg" width="500" height="625" /><strong>Snow at Louveciennes, Alfred Sisley</strong></p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-72824931687458180752023-12-19T08:23:00.001-05:002023-12-19T08:23:49.971-05:00Nostalgic Christmas Shopping Part II: The Mall<p><strong><em>Originally posted (mostly) December 16, 2019</em></strong></p> <blockquote> <p> </p> <p>It’s time once again to reminisce about the days of Christmas Past when shopping entailed a trip downtown to visit the Five and Dimes and your local department stores. From the heyday of downtowns we transitioned first to the era of suburban malls, enclosed meccas of commerce featuring anchor stores, hot pretzels, cheap boutiques and endless parking lots. </p> </blockquote> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1yJLijZ3-kA7zUd6MZxj0K_AIdLlpPxV_"> <blockquote style="margin-right: 0px;" dir="ltr"> <blockquote style="margin-right: 0px;" dir="ltr"> <p style="margin-right: 0px;" dir="ltr"> </p> </blockquote> </blockquote> <img title="mall" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="mall" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1AvslGcH12wkK3_tJp6lO2VJFX9wJxbLD" width="504" height="749" /></a> <blockquote> <p>That vignette too has morphed into Christmas Past as once great malls have become wastelands of obsolescence. Many now sit empty, awaiting a rebirth.<strong> </strong></p> Somewhere along the line the wizards of marketing decided that people really <em>wanted</em> to be exposed to the winter elements as they did their Christmas shopping. Accordingly commerce complexes moved to even more suburban settings involving an endless collection of Big Box stores congregated around busy intersections, an infinite number of fast food outlets and even more expansive parking lots. This configuration remains a part of the Christmas Present shopping experience but the Big Box era is approaching its own sell-by-date as more and more of the brick and mortars fall by the wayside.   <p align="left">One by one… </p> </blockquote> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=131nCf_TCtKzwzsG903cF3_LCOz7V5hRS"><img title="circuit city2" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="circuit city2" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Ne5L9Io5p3X1CQ-feUYgM_RFxcG8cz-R" width="504" height="285" /></a> <blockquote> <p>once mighty retailers fall: Sears, Kmart, Circuit City, Bed Bath and Beyond, Toys ‘R Us, etc., etc. – all gone or reduced to online entities.</p> </blockquote> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1hrNyGCGJDc4sLNhJaW3e9gCUk34o8If0"><img title="bbb" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="bbb" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1YS4okTV-o9hJLALQ2R4muyflODYGoJjG" width="504" height="379" /></a></p> <blockquote> <p>People are quickly migrating to the convenience of a new Christmas Present model: shopping online and having the  Amazon elves deliver your Christmas gifts right to the front door; either yours or your recipient's. </p> <p>I’m guessing Christmas Future will bring something even more akin to virtual reality where money changes hands but the physical aspects of selecting, wrapping and delivering actual gifts will be replaced by an email notice and a computer generated image of things your friends and family imagine you’d like.</p> </blockquote> <p align="center"><strong><em><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1SQ3bS0MOnt3RyqFHHnYXK-N8qAMyiFoq"><img title="virtual-secret-santa-gift-ideas" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="virtual-secret-santa-gift-ideas" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1H8xyZD2kA5bT_SYo7x3ZS5cE6E0PwUTW" width="504" height="285" /></a>Every time a bell rings someone gets an internet of things</em></strong></p> <blockquote> <p>So enjoy your 7 <em>actual</em> shopping days before Christmas while you still can: soon enough they too will become just another cultural anachronism. </p> </blockquote> <p>And now, to make it a Christmas Recipe post, here’s the repeat of Raj’s family goulash recipe that always filled a huge pot on the stove on Christmas Eve all night long to welcome late arriving family or friends who just stopped by to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.</p> <blockquote></blockquote> <blockquote> <p><strong><font face="Lucida Handwriting">Mom’s Goulash</font></strong></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">1 lb. bacon (find a good one that doesn’t have any “natural smoke flavor” added, butt is simply naturally smoked – Oscar Mayer is a decent choice)</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">3 lbs. ground beef or chuck</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">4-5 medium onions, chopped</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">3 large cans of good tomatoes with juice, squeezed by hand into chunks if whole ( or roughly pulsed) </font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">2 stalks celery, finely chopped</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">1 1/2 tsp. garlic powder</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">Salt, pepper to taste</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">1 lb.pkg. of noodles</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">Chop bacon into small pieces and cook until brown and crisp.</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">Remove bacon and – now this will scare some people, butt remember, the world is coming to an end anyway – cook the onions in ALL of the bacon grease. When lightly browned, add chopped celery and cook another 2-3 minutes. Place onion/celery mixture in a bowl and set aside. </font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">Return pan to heat and brown the ground beef. Drain most of the fat (if you must) add salt and pepper to taste, garlic powder, tomatoes with juice plus a cup of water, onion /celery mixture (including the bacon grease they cooked in), and reserved bacon pieces. Stir well and bring back to a simmer and let it cook while you prepare the noodles. </font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">Cook noodles according to package directions (don’t forget the salt!). Drain and add immediately to goulash mixture . Stir to combine and continue simmering  pn a very low heat for about 30 minutes, adding a little extra water if it begins to stick.</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">You can eat it now if you must, and it will be delicious. Butt trust me on this: if you can make it a day ahead and rewarm it slowly the next day it’s even better!</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">Gump’s original recipe called for a cup of chopped green bell pepper, butt since nobody in  Raj’s family would eat them, they never once made it into the Christmas Eve pot. I leave it to your discretion, butt I can assure you that it is perfect without them.</font></p> <p><font face="Lucida Handwriting">Crusty bread, green salad: it’s a humble feast.</font></p> </blockquote> <p>Let the feasting begin.</p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-78771149137684866332023-12-17T05:07:00.000-05:002023-12-17T05:07:00.134-05:00Nostalgic Christmas Shopping<p><strong>Still nostalgic after all these years:</strong></p> <p><em><strong>ORIGINALLY POSTED DECEMBER 15, 2018  </strong></em></p> <blockquote> <p><strong>When I was growing up  every town had at least one iconic department store that did Christmas right: fabulous back-lit and magical Christmas displays, often animated, gracing all of their street level windows. In a time before kids were so wired into their iPhones and “social” networks that they missed much of the amazement of the real world, there were all these fabulous windows of mystery and wonder, free for the taking. All it took was a dime bus ride downtown.  </strong></p> <p><strong>I was very lucky as my hometown, Grand Rapids, MI, had three such emporiums of merchandise, all founded in the late 1800’s: </strong></p> <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oUxF6P-iJV4/XBUL11ntgSI/AAAAAAABx78/lJqCWi8OOfIjhMYiTBQShLG9qpt7_GbjgCHMYCw/s1600-h/wurzburg%2527s%255B4%255D"><strong><img title="wurzburg's" border="0" alt="wurzburg's" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-23A6YQykv7A/XBUL23WzU7I/AAAAAAABx8A/ebUkkL7XJIwjX_FqQqyATEWnIU5gHlRAQCHMYCw/wurzburg%2527s_thumb%255B2%255D?imgmax=800" width="700" height="82" /></strong></a></p> <p><strong>All now long gone. One of them, Herpolsheimer’s,  however lives on as it has been memorialized in the film version of </strong><a href="http://polarexpress.wikia.com/wiki/Chris_Van_Allsburg"><strong>Chris Van Allsburg’s</strong></a><strong> book <em>The Polar Express.</em></strong></p> <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-F504wJYHkCQ/XBUL37rXhUI/AAAAAAABx8E/Tn8nnG5eImAkSbwkPcI91hjz3NGqKZM1wCHMYCw/s1600-h/The-Polar-Express-HD-wallpaper%255B1%255D%255B3%255D"><strong><img title="The-Polar-Express-HD-wallpaper[1]" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="The-Polar-Express-HD-wallpaper[1]" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ib0lFUwZet0/XBUL4pAe8lI/AAAAAAABx8I/4a2DiW_ZUPYHkVcqA6pDR-yoD9172vBEQCHMYCw/The-Polar-Express-HD-wallpaper%255B1%255D_thumb%255B1%255D?imgmax=800" width="604" height="319" /></strong></a><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bXCXy35jgPE/XBUL5fDyX9I/AAAAAAABx8M/logVfMX0LbsB4LCVWNYehejQODZQlde0ACHMYCw/s1600-h/herpolsheimers%2Bpolar%2Bexpress%255B3%255D"><strong><img title="herpolsheimers polar express" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="herpolsheimers polar express" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5EUYxc3ngWU/XBUL6cX9gJI/AAAAAAABx8Q/5H-3oXfZ_lYho_7KYl9Kg8B_brLAsiHsQCHMYCw/herpolsheimers%2Bpolar%2Bexpress_thumb%255B1%255D?imgmax=800" width="604" height="254" /></strong></a></p> <p><strong>The old Herp’s, as the locals called it, had what was called  the </strong><a href="http://pinkpigflyer.blogspot.com/2011/04/preservation-herpolsheimers-train.html"><strong>“Santa Express”</strong></a><strong> – a monorail that ran around the entire basement level of the store during the Christmas season to keep kids occupied as mom and dad shopped. </strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xCHJokNRDMc/XBUL7IITC7I/AAAAAAABx8U/WFvnc-Hl7twiDXEc9fzoEyiKO8MLWppKwCHMYCw/s1600-h/santa%2Bexpress%2B1949%255B5%255D"><strong><img title="santa express 1949" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="santa express 1949" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kIv2jg20RfQ/XBUL74OgNSI/AAAAAAABx8Y/cHZNQ0w2rSIqOfC4b6UD2QUFs63UDMaTACHMYCw/santa%2Bexpress%2B1949_thumb%255B8%255D?imgmax=800" width="504" height="517" /></strong></a><em><strong>Santa’s Rocket Express, Herpolsheimer’s 1949</strong></em></p> <p><strong>It is said to have served as the inspiration for Van Allsburg’s  popular book. </strong></p> <p><strong>The old Herpolsheimer’s building,</strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I8LOC-zhaz0/XBUL813WXxI/AAAAAAABx8c/_AZWbYSjKWwAdjCt8hoDDqHhLXQTL8a4wCHMYCw/s1600-h/herpolsheimers-christmas-past-christmas-ornaments%255B3%255D"><strong><img title="herpolsheimers-christmas-past-christmas-ornaments" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="herpolsheimers-christmas-past-christmas-ornaments" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-chQ5qIw0CPI/XBUL9oR5sPI/AAAAAAABx8g/UyZ8F4c8wJQUAmj2VjZWYBiiDdGtMSb8wCHMYCw/herpolsheimers-christmas-past-christmas-ornaments_thumb%255B1%255D?imgmax=800" width="504" height="379" /></strong></a><em><strong>Print found on Pinterest but tracked down to </strong><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/arlenefaye"><strong>ArleneFaye</strong></a><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><strong>which once housed the inspirational train and window wonders currently houses the Grand Rapids Police Department. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but you probably wouldn’t want to take your kids there for a festive Christmas pot pie lunch in their tea room. </strong></p> <p><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FM5bng4j2w4/XBUL-fa8SXI/AAAAAAABx8k/eJJwL2dm-Ng7pbaxPUjisjKTia5t3jP0gCHMYCw/s1600-h/chicken%2Bpot%2Bpie%255B4%255D"><strong><img title="chicken pot pie" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="chicken pot pie" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AnJ3iV_GQNE/XBUL_T5LBdI/AAAAAAABx8o/0cWQEWhTfMoYa-f2zBattUYhlHri9gnIACHMYCw/chicken%2Bpot%2Bpie_thumb%255B7%255D?imgmax=800" width="454" height="379" /></strong></a></p> <p><strong>And don’t even get me started on the “dime” stores, of which Grand Rapids also enjoyed three: </strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-zfW9AWz71MU/XBUMABA1axI/AAAAAAABx8s/8bHH6BHT7Ucr-rzu1SMLO6w2dJRaKy8eACHMYCw/s1600-h/3524fbacacbe2fe06c43ccfae4d7d852%255B3%255D"><strong><img title="3524fbacacbe2fe06c43ccfae4d7d852" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="3524fbacacbe2fe06c43ccfae4d7d852" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WxYjyAL01R0/XBUMA5CU9pI/AAAAAAABx8w/OsSCmsJKB-geK1MCbfEX6c0kIQR6L1y3ACHMYCw/3524fbacacbe2fe06c43ccfae4d7d852_thumb%255B1%255D?imgmax=800" width="604" height="454" /></strong></a><em><strong>Print found on Pinterest but tracked down to </strong><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/arlenefaye"><strong>ArleneFaye</strong></a><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong></strong></em></p> <p><strong>Woolworths, above, at the foot of Monroe, Grants, right next door, and Kresge’s just up a block to the east. </strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kGSV0ahp-I0/XBUMB1dgWYI/AAAAAAABx80/B8gK-vOrO5UbCndqcs6jS0uz0d6VRWU3wCHMYCw/s1600-h/kresges%255B5%255D"><strong><img title="kresges" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="kresges" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZpvEqePwGTA/XBUMCgzH-7I/AAAAAAABx84/IqZT2UPe4y0k0zm0BthQN0wph8KL7hFsgCHMYCw/kresges_thumb%255B8%255D?imgmax=800" width="604" height="354" /></strong></a><em><strong>Print found on Pinterest but tracked down to </strong><a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/arlenefaye"><strong>ArleneFaye</strong></a><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><strong>Also all gone.</strong></p> <p><strong>What about your town’s locally owned iconic department stores? Do any of them still exist? Are any of them still in the downtown area? Or is your downtown comprised of restaurants, bars and clubs these days? Just wondering.</strong></p> <p><strong><em>Happy Sunday before Christmas MOTI! Be sure to post your favorite Christmas recipes even if you’ve done so before as some of us forget to save things or save them to places we forget about. </em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>And everyone, thank GW. I’m not sure if he invented the “Recipe: DRINK!” game or just popularized it. Either way, have a great day cooking and/or drinking.</em></strong></p></blockquote>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-90067498310229959012023-12-14T08:15:00.001-05:002023-12-14T08:15:45.536-05:00Open Thread Thursday<blockquote>   <img title="Into-the-abyss-Utah-trees_thumb1" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="Into-the-abyss-Utah-trees_thumb1" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1tmvlH2v5X673-1vqeXlo1SV0MvcntTA5" width="554" height="692" /> <p align="center"><strong><em>“I spill towards the stars in the empty years.”</em></strong></p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p align="center"><strong> Anne Sexton, from </strong><em><strong>“Where I Live in This Honorable House of The Laurel Tree</strong>”</em> </p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p> <p><b><i></i></b></p>   </p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p align="center"></p></blockquote>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-70950996452046379172023-12-09T17:12:00.001-05:002023-12-09T20:48:31.336-05:00Let’s Get This Party Started!<p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1a_SQBRco1Za1avi2CEAELWPCjOoGB0ew"><img title="CLOSEUP" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="CLOSEUP" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=10yLqKsIbYLbJqGlanZORxmF-DBI24CjK" width="604" height="454" /></a></p> <p>Thank you to all the MOTI for our care package which arrived from the world famous Katz’s Delicatessen in NYC. I can report that at least one thing in that city still works right.</p> <p>It arrived frozen on Thursday and we thawed it out slowly for tonight’s feast: Raj’s birthday party! There’s a most excellent chicken noodle soup with fine needle noodles that have the most elegant texture for chicken soup ever.  Then there are 2 packs of pastrami: 1 ‘juicy’ (I think that’s for me) and 1 lean, for the recovering Raj. Since he’s been good and not wined about any of the low fat (but delicious) offerings that either my sister or I’ve served him since he came home he’s earned a lean Pastrami sandwich with low fat Swiss cheese. Mind you Katz’s has the best pastrami in the world. So it’s worth blowing a week’s worth of fat allocation on such a glorious birthday dinner. And as I told Zephyr, the mugs will provide the props for my reenactment of Meg Ryan’s infamous deli orgy. Dinner AND entertainment.</p> <p>Oh, and Katz’s rye bread is unbeatable, except for my brothers homemade. I’ve already had it as toast for breakfast with jam but there’s no doubt that its true calling is to hold the hanging chards of the mighty fine pastrami sandwich together so you don’t get your hands too greasy.  </p> <p>Of course, there will be no dessert following this over-the-top feast but I promised to make Raj his now mandatory pear gingerbread upside down birthday cake tomorrow. </p> <p>Last year’s rendering:</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Lh2V1FRZUf8DA1kfqtNtp5Xc6s_wTja5"><img title="jo's upside down pear gingerbread.2jpg" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="jo's upside down pear gingerbread.2jpg" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1L3BqLK82f4-zLN3uza2KO5UvOeHbZCBv" width="504" height="379" /></a> <p>No, it’s not low fat but it IS his birthday (season)! So if we make it through the pastrami without incident he gets his cake – just no whipped cream this year. We will luxuriate in deli-deliciousness tonight and thank you all for  your very kind gift of juicy lusciousness which will be enjoyed for as long as it lasts and remembered fondly for long after that. Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottoms of our hearts. The MOTI are indeed mighty.</p> <p>So what do you say: let’s get this season’s party started!</p> <p><img title="Small Child In Winter Clothing With Bobble Hat And His Arms Full Of Toys (Balloon With Toy Soldier And Christmas Tree-Also Lots Of Wrapped Gift Parcels)-He Is Walking Along The Pavement With Houses In The Background 5Th December 1934" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt="Small Child In Winter Clothing With Bobble Hat And His Arms Full Of Toys (Balloon With Toy Soldier And Christmas Tree-Also Lots Of Wrapped Gift Parcels)-He Is Walking Along The Pavement With Houses In The Background 5Th December 1934" src="https://img.mauritius-images.com/dsf/preview_watermarked/ME-PI-6356340/save_as_name/mauritius%20images%20-%2012235164%20-%20Small%20Child%20In%20Winter%20Clothing%20With%20Bobble%20Hat%20And%20His%20Arms%20Full%20Of%20Toys%20(Balloon%20With%20Toy%20Soldier%20And%20Christmas%20Tree-Also%20Lots%20Of%20Wrapped%20Gift%20Parcels)-He%20Is%20Walking%20Along%20The%20Pavement%20With%20Houses%20In%20Th.jpg" /></p> <p align="center"><strong><em>Child found at random on the internet, circa 1920s, clearly ready to celebrate</em></strong></p> <p>It never gets old for the little tykes.</p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-60186719033411981102023-12-05T09:48:00.001-05:002023-12-05T09:48:43.844-05:00Brain Worms, Mondegreens and ‘The Hook’<blockquote> <p><strong><em>Reading <a href="http://www.michellesmirror.com/2023/11/well-here-we-are-again.html#comment-6337942755">Neithan Hador’s comment about Operation Mockingbird</a> reminded me that I had done a post about this operation many years ago. I did a search to see if I could find it. I couldn’t, but I found this totally unrelated mockingbird themed post. It was originally posted on December 27 2020 and links to one of the late, great bloggers of our time, Gerard Vander Luen who passed away on January 27, 2023. It is one of Gerard’s always informative and amusing posts and as it is the season to be jolly I repost it as a crazy-season diversion. Enjoy. And RIP dear friend, I still miss you every day.</em></strong></p> </blockquote> <p><strong>Originally posted December 27, 2020</strong></p> <p>I will be gone all day so what do you say we spend today pondering this eminently ponderable: what is it about the human brain that causes us to mishear certain words or phrases? And why, once misheard, does the brain try to render meaning to the nonsensical and forevermore insist on mishearing the same thing over and over? </p> <p><strong><a href="https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/422300/">Ed Driscoll</a></strong> was obviously wondering more or less the same thing when he posted this little gem retweeted from a reddit thread. He did so with this droll observation: <strong> ANALYSIS: TRUE. </strong><a href="https://mobile.twitter.com/SteveStuWill/status/1342153065189748738"><strong>France is Bacon</strong></a>.</p> <p><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" src="https://i.imgur.com/7XHENYc.jpg?1" width="500" height="982" /></p> <p>We’ve all had this happen to us, but somehow it seems other people’s misheard brain worms are more interesting than mine. Take Gerard Van Der Leun<strong> </strong>for example: not only does he advise us what this phenomenon is called (a ‘<strong><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mondegreen">mondegreen</a></strong>’) but as you’ll see in his post - <a href="http://americandigest.org/delete-hook-insert-heart/"><em><strong>Delete “Hook.” Insert “Heart”</strong></em></a> – when <em>his</em> brain misfires it’s actually better than the original. Here’s his take on the Blues Traveler’s song titled <em>“The Hook”</em> (which really should have been a clue, but the brain will do what the brain will do): </p> <blockquote> <p><strong><font color="#0000ff">All of this is a periphrastic way of coming to what I had heard sung in the refrain to <u>‘The Hook.’</u> for many years. I never heard the word <em>‘hook.’</em> Instead I heard the word <em>‘heart,’</em> as in:</font></strong></p> <p><i><strong><font color="#0000ff">“Because the heart brings you back <br />I ain’t tellin’ you no lie <br />The heart brings you back <br />On that you can rely.”</font></strong></i></p> <p><strong><font color="#0000ff">I’ve listened to <u>‘The Hook.’</u>, with attention or just as background, probably around a hundred times over the years. I’ve trance danced to it. I’ve even been to a Blues Traveler concert in New York City that had it on the setlist. In all those iterations I’ve never heard ‘hook,’ but always heard ‘heart.’ Now I know different …. but not better.</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#0000ff">Seen whole the lyrics to ‘The Hook’ are all about the plight and pain of being a pop star. One of the thousands of such screeds in which our celebrities bemoan the curse of wealth and fame their rise has brought to them — the endless angst of those who fear they had to ‘sell-out’ in order to ‘buy-in.’ I try, but somehow I just can’t feel this pampered pain.</font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#0000ff">In the end, I really don’t want <u>‘The Hook.’</u> to bring me back. I want <u>‘The Heart’</u> to bring me back:</font></strong></p> <p><i><strong><font color="#0000ff">“Because the heart brings you back <br />I ain’t tellin’ you no lie <br />The heart brings you back <br />On that you can rely.”</font></strong></i></p> <p><strong><font color="#0000ff">It might be a mondegreen, but it makes a much better song.</font></strong></p> </blockquote> <p>It’s hard to argue with his conclusion, it really would make a much better song. But then, Gerard is a poet and writer so I suppose it shouldn’t surprise us that his mondegreens are better than ours, and indeed, better than the real thing.</p> <p>Still, I find it interesting to ponder the power of the human brain to fill voids with misinformation. But for this fact the mockingbird media would not exist. They’ve literally created an entire industry out of replacing news and information with alternate words that they want you to believe are better than the real thing. They exist to make<em> us</em> see clearly now: Lorraine is gone.</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1XT80Ijycd791jICh7PsC5EyVU9nEU3zK"><img title="lorraine_2020-12-27-Action-on-Hearin[1]" style="border: 0px currentcolor; display: inline; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="lorraine_2020-12-27-Action-on-Hearin[1]" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Q4IaNzYiPRPNRoNFtAXK9wcAhNNxI9dT" width="604" height="326" /></a> <p align="center"><strong><em>Warning: misinformation is not a joke</em></strong></p> <p>I vote to give MSM ‘The Hook’</p> <p><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" alt="History of Comedians Getting the Hook — Comedy History 101" src="https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5761baff746fb9f420bb3ffc/t/5d1a04dd11a9570001f75273/1561986273930/Bugs.png?format=1500w" width="500" height="335" /></p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-76570871638880756992023-11-29T12:40:00.001-05:002023-11-29T12:40:56.026-05:00Well Here We Are Again<a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1qH9aP-UMT4gu86JxGtRDPVFr1wpWnYMj"><img title="vector-flat-hospital-illustration-ambulance-vehicle-medical-helicopter-simple-clean-image-white-flat-hospital-113473450_jpg" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="vector-flat-hospital-illustration-ambulance-vehicle-medical-helicopter-simple-clean-image-white-flat-hospital-113473450_jpg" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1v1X6JIT5krKmE0Z1IQ86d1Tntom-cqmS" width="450" height="210" /></a> <p>You reach a certain age and you just can’t seem to stay away from these places. Not me this time, Raj. Pancreatitis. Been in since ED visit Monday after days of pain. So…arrived at 6:00 pm, diagnosed at 2:30 am, wait on room availability. I left for home at 3:30am there was as no way of knowing when a room would become available.</p> <p>Mind you, I haven’t driven, at ALL, since June neurosurgery, although I’ve felt I could. So I decided to test my theory on a cold, snowy dark night at 3:30 am. Thankfully I was right and thankfully there were few other fools on the road. We thought Raj had diverticulosis and they would give him antibiotics and send him home so he didn’t pack anything. Foolish. Anyway, I would have to get home to get him some things anyway, my back was killing me, I was exhausted and Ididn’t think waiting for morning rush hour would make things any better. Of course, I didn’t know it was snowing as there are no windows in the ED. But all worked out.</p> <p>My sister came down the following afternoon, thank goodness, as I was still exhausted and wobbly. She’s been chauffeuring me around (I also have 5 medical appointments of my own, including infusion, this week). She’s also been cooking and cleaning, and again, thank goodness, as I am near useless. Raj is doing well, back on solid food and electrolytes stabilizing slowly. He has one of the few private rooms at U of M hospital, spacious with a lovely view. He said it’s like being a big shot again. My sister accused him of using my hospital frequent flyer miles. </p> <p>Anyway, hoping for release by Friday. Till then be good and remember: eating habits have consequences unlike shoplifting and rioting (unless you’re on the wrong side of the political class’s ideology).</p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-40949988890733016422023-11-23T08:23:00.001-05:002023-11-23T08:23:25.029-05:00Grateful, Thankful And Blessed<p><strong>Re-posted from last year:</strong></p> <blockquote> <p><strong><em>For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends</em></strong>. - <cite>Ralph Waldo Emerson</cite></p> </blockquote> <p><strong><em><img style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" src="https://i.imgur.com/iSxphNM.jpg" width="450" height="450" /></em></strong></p> <blockquote> <p>I have so much to be thankful for it’s hard to know where to start. So I will start with you - the MOTI who gather here. We are like family whose members don’t always agree and some times  even squabble but are nevertheless connected by a deep common bond. Unlike real families our bond isn’t blood but rather the shared values and principles that our country was founded on and we learned to cherish. We are bound together by our Constitution, the <strong><a href="https://www.heritage.org/truenorth">guide to building an America where freedom, opportunity, prosperity, and civil society flourish.</a></strong></p> <p>I am thankful for the many other things I have to be grateful for: I’m grateful I was born on the cusp of the 50s, when America was great and nobody was ashamed of that.</p> </blockquote> <p><strong><em><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1BAV4-EKmXp-5CD6RRonwsTK9Jg5fYLnL"><img title="dutch colonial sears" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="dutch colonial sears" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1aKzMLGjMuHyZZTQat68PzUzKU2NFV1J2" width="454" height="334" /></a>A Sears-Roebuck Dutch colonial; ‘colonial’ - you could never list it that way today.</em></strong></p> <blockquote> <p>For having been born to a world where individual freedom, self-reliance and personal responsibility were core values of everyone who aspired to be a good citizen, and that was nearly everyone. </p> <p>Where the freedom call of the open road was a siren’s song</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1ls1aMhi81y6yEAC4XKUKAYItKjwC9z3c"><img title="road" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="road" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1IydBJb7uPifY504mSsT1eJ4NDiQCXKFy" width="454" height="804" /></a></p> <p>beckoning us to explore the land and our place in it.</p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1oTjxucS_VavofpWHvEEJlRxRRSd7llR1"><img title="road into the mist" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="road into the mist" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1C0lg80VkP4NQDAIDSeG5X8xr1q312sSn" width="454" height="566" /></a></p> <p>I’m grateful that I was born when America was seen as a melting pot - and that was a good thing, not bad. A time before ‘cultural appropriation’ was a thing and, if used at all, applied only to the Brits raiding Egyptian tombs. </p> <p><strong><em><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1WmGFqzNiVvwQrEpNLXdCj3zqHsMagSNL"><img title="manhattan mexican tacos" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="manhattan mexican tacos" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Sdzta0GcFdBSvYKz1W2-LrtVUzXpBl4s" width="454" height="446" /></a>Taco Tuesday wasn’t a thing and tacos weren’t racist</em></strong></p> <p>I’m grateful for having received an actual education focused on knowledge, critical thinking and how to think rather than indoctrination consisting of<em> what</em> to think about such things as ‘critical race theory’ and other ‘social justice’ issues. </p> <p>I’m grateful that I was raised in a time when many people, black and white, worked to correct true civil rights injustices. And when “peaceful protests” </p> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1CvVJz2mCYm49WajZd7VwGqRh8fdEWiPa"><img title="Selma-March-Alabama-March-1965" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="Selma-March-Alabama-March-1965" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1iel7BOadFoahLCwGSVCsXtW4JmBrEkRc" width="454" height="306" /></a></p> <p>meant marches and sit-ins rather than riots and and the creation of fake victims to be exploited for political gain. </p> <p>I’m grateful for having been young at a time when it wasn’t necessary to feel guilty about everything that I ate, drank, drove, bought or dreamed about for fear of being selfish and killing the planet.</p> <p align="center"><strong><em><img title="red 59 chevy impala" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block;" border="0" alt="red 59 chevy impala" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1HETwyC5MKHd-I15DJQKXTQpVe-m3iXxU" width="454" height="518" />Just because it was cool</em></strong> <p align="left">For these, and much, much more, I’m truly grateful. I will wrap up this Thanksgiving post with my annual MOTI Thanksgiving prayer from my mirror days:</p> </p> </blockquote> <blockquote><font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in; line-height: normal;"><strong><i><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">In addition to all the other blessings </font></span></i></strong><span></span></p> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in; line-height: normal;"><strong><i><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">you have conferred on my reflective frame</font></span></i></strong><span></span></p> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in; line-height: normal;"><strong><i><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">I wish to thank you, Lord,</font></span></i></strong><span></span></p> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in; line-height: normal;"><strong><i><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">for the companionship of steadfast comrades </font></span></i></strong><span></span></p> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in; line-height: normal;"><strong><i><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">whose wit and wisdom and strength </font></span></i></strong><span></span></p> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in; line-height: normal;"><strong><i><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">help steer me through these tempestuous seas</font></span></i></strong><span></span></p> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in; line-height: normal;"><strong><i><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">of flattery and lies churned to fury by the ill will of demagogues.</font></span></i></strong><span></span></p> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in; line-height: normal;"><strong><i><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Amen.</font></span></i></strong><span></span></p> <font style="font-size: 12pt;"></font> <p style="margin: 16px 0in; line-height: 19.2pt;"><span><font style="font-size: 11.5pt;">A special thanks to all who visit here. I wish you a peaceful, happy Thanksgiving unmarred by strife. Because there is always something to be thankful for.</font></span></p> <p style="margin: 16px 0in; line-height: 19.2pt;"><span></span></p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p><strong><font color="#000000">2023 Update:<em> As you know, this has been a challenging year. In </em>January<em> my sight, which had been deteriorating for months, was nearly gone. It was finally diagnosed as severely inflamed retinas caused by one of my immunotherapy drugs. All the life saving medicines can turn on healthy tissue apparently. A long course of steroids finally restored my vision for which I was more than grateful, and began to look forward to summer.</em></font></strong></p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p><strong><font color="#000000"><em>Not Yet.</em> In May I was<em> hospitalized with  a severe case of Norovirus and found out that my latest MRIs showed what appeared to be regrowth of one of the brain tumors. So </em>June<em>, neurosurgery. Turned out it was NOT new cancer, thank you God, but rather radiation detritus (scarring) which was causing pressure etc. etc. that needed to be removed to reduce pressure. </em>July<em>, set back by pulmonary embolisms, both lungs, and a nasty case of fungal pneumonia which left me so weak I couldn’t stand up. I no more got out of the hospital from all that than I found myself right back </em>(August<em>) with hypernatremia (low sodium). Released a week later, weaker than ever. And since I wouldn’t want to go more than 2 months without a visit to my favorite hospital, I got a case of ulcerative colitis that my doc insisted I go to the ED for evaluation (</em>October<em>) due to bleeding, blood thinners etc., etc.. Through all this, including times when I could not get out of a chair or bed or toilet without A LOT of help, Raj has been my stalwart hero and human lifter. Did I chose wisely or what?</em></font></strong></p> <p><strong><em><font color="#000000">Anyway I’m very grateful that I’m here. Still doing every other week chemo as well as immunotherapy every 3 weeks. As long as it’s working and I can tolerate it I suspect it will continue indefinitely. Before my surgery the neurosurgeon explained many potential outcomes as a result of the operation as the mass was located in a very sensitive brain area responsible for motion.  Again, I thank God, and your prayers for pulling we through with no major (i.e. unable to walk) problems. I am left with a probably permanent problem with balance and a few fine motor skills. With your prayers and ongoing physical therapy I will continue to work to compensate as much as I can and I’m learning to deal with it.</font></em></strong></p> <p><strong><em><font color="#000000">So yes, all things considered I have many, many reasons to be thankful for this year. But to be honest, I would welcome a break from hospitalizations over the holidays! And I am hoping to get strong enough to begin some sort of physical training to get  some strength back as even walking upstairs is a major effort at this point. I hate being an invalid and in fact haven’t even been able to acknowledge that word up till now. But there it is, they don’t handout Handicapped license plates for nothing. I will deal with it. </font></em></strong></p> <p><strong><em><font color="#000000">So on this day of thanksgiving I thank each of you for your concern, encouragement and prayers. There is no way to let you know how much it has meant to me and Raj, we are forever grateful. I wish I could operate at full capacity again and perhaps I can at some point. You keep praying and I’ll keep trying, promise.</font></em></strong></p> <p><strong><em><font color="#000000">I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. And remember no matter what hardships we face…there is always, always something to be grateful for.</font></em></strong></p> </blockquote> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1vDcobgH_DXsXs1pdQEezVScMrqv312Xg"><img title="grateful thankful blessed" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="grateful thankful blessed" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1uXdyK5-hMK-ptYqUd3292rDX-zK3Y3HT" width="244" height="244" /></a>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-41742091801825401682023-11-19T11:02:00.001-05:002023-11-19T14:38:52.824-05:00Time To Get Mad At Yourself<p>You may recall Bari Weiss as the NYT opinion writer and editor who was hounded out of her job for not being woke enough for her colleagues. Hardly a conservative, she has nevertheless been adequately red pilled out of what passes for polite society on the left. Her latest and last provocation was the left’s reaction to October 7th.  </p> <blockquote> <p><strong><em>When antisemitism moves from the shameful fringe into the public square, it is not about Jews. It is never about Jews. It is about everyone else. It is about the surrounding society or the culture or the country. It is an early warning system—a sign that the society itself is breaking down. That it is dying. </em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>It is a symptom of a much deeper crisis—one that explains how, in the span of a little over 20 years since Sept 11, educated people now respond to an act of savagery not with a defense of civilization, but with a defense of barbarism.</em></strong></p> </blockquote> <p><a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1QCu8FgoeCcpn3xnHQ9hpLFu6NV4Yimq8"><img title="I-never-blame-myself-when-Im-not-hitting.-I-just-blame-the-bat-and-if-it-keeps-up-I-change-bats.-After-all-if-I-know-it-isnt-my-fault-that-Im-not-hitting-how-can-I-get-mad-at-myself.jpeg" style="border-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="I-never-blame-myself-when-Im-not-hitting.-I-just-blame-the-bat-and-if-it-keeps-up-I-change-bats.-After-all-if-I-know-it-isnt-my-fault-that-Im-not-hitting-how-can-I-get-mad-at-myself.jpeg" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1L_2as7Y-wX3pMvvBpPzxvidXF6Ejk3w_" width="400" height="315" /></a></p> <p>At some point classic liberals must reach the point where they can no longer cling to the left’s baseless allegations, misdeeds and outright lies.  That’s the difference between classic liberals and the new Bolshevists; the former can be persuaded by unpleasant facts and truths while the later continue to ignore the inconsistencies out of existence.</p> <p>Do <a href="https://ilyashapiro.substack.com/p/bari-weisss-speech-for-the-ages?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=939125&post_id=138858891&utm_campaign=email-post-title&isFreemail=true&r=9bg2k&utm_medium=email"><strong>read or watch Ms. Weiss’s speech to the Federalist Society</strong></a> national lawyers convention. Ilya Shapiro calls it a “speech for the ages.” Will it wake people up? Some, other classic liberals who’ve allowed themselves to slumber in the postmodern cult of nihilism for too long.</p> <blockquote> <p><strong><em>At first, things like postmodernism and postcolonialism and postnationalism seemed like wordplay and intellectual games—little puzzles to see how you could “deconstruct” just about anything. What I came to see over time was that it wasn’t going to remain an academic sideshow. And that it sought nothing less than the deconstruction of our civilization from within.</em></strong> </p> </blockquote> <p>But sadly not the bulk of the credentialed but ignorant mass products of the woke system of American “education” will heed the obvious call.</p> <blockquote> <p><strong><em>It seeks to upend the very ideas of right and wrong.</em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>It replaces basic ideas of good and evil with a new rubric: the powerless (good) and the powerful (bad). It replaced lots of things. Color blindness with race obsession. Ideas with identity. Debate with denunciation. Persuasion with public shaming. The rule of law with the fury of the mob.</em></strong></p> </blockquote> <blockquote> <p><strong><em>People were to be given authority in this new order not in recognition of their gifts, hard work, accomplishments, or contributions to society, but in inverse proportion to the disadvantages their group had suffered, as defined by radical ideologues.</em></strong> </p> </blockquote> <p>And there you have it: the idea of meritocracy on which America was founded and thrived has been replaced with entitlement by reverse birthright. And all this in the span of just a couple of generations.</p> <p>So we either let the heathens and rapacious animals take over the earth or we fight them now, before their critical mass makes it impossible. Bari calls her comrades, left and right, to fight with her. The clues are everywhere now: the half-baked theories based on half-backed science more interested in social engineering than truth i.e. climate warming. Or the even more half-baked theories based on more half-baked ideologies such as critical race theory and ESG. Or flat-out crackpot theories of a gender/sex fluidity that has brought us to cross-dressing teachers and transgendered story “ladies” exposing children to deviant behavior as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Not to mention the conversion of children to whatever the opposite gender is and casual, non-parental approved, gender reassignment. </p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1XPuGrUKMSweQ3xEyxvvIfYgkG7pm_59L"><img title="Quotes Template (800 × 800 px)" style="border: 0px currentcolor; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="Quotes Template (800 × 800 px)" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1VzE8xGSoAAy0JzOEmEw57CnCWQbCYwbi" width="400" height="298" /></a> <p>Such lunacy - the destruction of civilization in the name of a tyrannical New World Order – is, I fear, a nod to humans willingly embracing idiocy, gullibility and reluctance to make waves.  </p> <blockquote> <p><em>So<strong> what do we do?</strong></em></p> <p><strong><em>First: look. We must recover our ability to look and to discern accordingly. We must look past the sloganeering and the propaganda and take a hard look at what’s in front of our eyes. </em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>Look first at what just happened. At the barbarism that Hamas carried out.</em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>Look at the reaction to it. Take stock of how profoundly the lies and the rot have traveled. How badly the forces of civilization are faring in this battle. How it is the most educated, the most pedigreed who have become the most morally confused.</em> </strong></p> </blockquote> <p>Time to stop blaming the bat. Clearly it’s the pitchers.</p> <p align="center"><img title="mist" style="border-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="mist" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1OZ7W6FwCn2eHjPa8WMlduoz9RymdFOcr" width="499" height="748" /><strong>Early November Mist</strong></p>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384776801994230663.post-479200736425072192023-11-15T06:06:00.000-05:002023-11-15T06:06:00.140-05:00Double Plus Good!<p>I don’t know if anyone caught the Ann Althouse post regarding a crocodile, 2 NYT journalists, Nikki Haley, Vivek Ramaswamy and Donald Trump. It’s a <strong><a href="https://althouse.blogspot.com/2023/11/a-struggle-ensued-with-crocodile.html">short read</a></strong>, Ann summarized her point thusly:</p> <blockquote> <blockquote> <p><strong><em>It's somehow delightful when Nikki Haley called Vivek Ramaswamy "scum," but </em></strong><a href="https://althouse.blogspot.com/2023/11/we-pledge-to-you-that-we-will-root-out.html"><strong><em>Trump got clobbered for calling his political antagonists "vermin."</em></strong></a><strong><em> What's the rule here? It's certainly not respect the humanity of all human beings.</em></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><em><img title="orwellian makeove" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="orwellian makeove" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1lM-ticxDBQUxO2qSwQzqKFXvja2zR9Wz" width="304" height="490" />Vermin: double not good. Scum: doublegood.</em></strong></p> </blockquote> </blockquote> <p>While the article was interesting in itself my favorite part was a comment dropped by someone known as <a href="https://www.blogger.com/profile/17083787604745437979">Static Ping</a>... </p> <blockquote><dd> <p><strong><em>“It is a difficult thing to realize that you are not a good person by your own standards.”</em></strong> </p> </dd></blockquote> <p>Of course nobody who needs to come to that conclusion ever does. </p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1VERNjlOsW_c2Z1cfKCCbng_T-O50iJGV"><img title="calvin hobbes other people" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="calvin hobbes other people" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1cG3j9sEOCrOblbp62YRFjXtKNUqM87su" width="704" height="232" /></a> <p>That Biden - a for-sale liar, plagiarizer, corrupt, non-achiever - is portrayed as a competent paragon of moral rectitude while Trump will always be considered a crooked underachiever by the chattering class says everything one needs to know about Oceania’s doublespeak. Of course, double standards are linchpins of the left’s legendary lies so they must be maintained.</p> <a href="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1p1kESbGH1uszMkqjMP3elUsuGBPeJDp0"><img title="joe ice cream" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; float: none; display: block; background-image: none;" border="0" alt="joe ice cream" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=16F__Li9ZnXJgu_6wtpFkLDjhR_rTDcYV" width="342" height="430" /></a> <p align="center"><strong>Double </strong><a href="https://www.cnn.com/2017/05/11/politics/trump-time-magazine-ice-cream/index.html"><strong>ice cream for Trump</strong></a><strong>: Double ungood.</strong></p> <blockquote> <p align="center"><strong>Double ice cream for Biden:  Double plus good!</strong></p></blockquote>DEWEY FROM DETROIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17598713003250290184noreply@blogger.com