The Guggenheim is a prestigious museum, run, I thought, by intelligent people. I’m thinking that may not really be true, now that I’ve heard about an exhibit from China they plan to have for three months starting Oct. 6. It’s clear, unabashed cruelty to animals. Dogs running toward each other on treadmills, salivating themselves into exhaustion. Pigs with meaningless Chinese characters on their bodies, mating. Various animals trapped in glass viewing-enclosures, left to eat each other or die of fatigue. And there are more.
If this seems cruel and beneath Guggenheim, read more about the situation and sign the petition asking them to pull the portions of animal cruelty from the exhibit.
Stop teetering guiltily in public when you hear the term “cold enough to freeze the balls off of a brass monkey.” It doesn’t refer to what you think it does. Here’s a bit of American trivia for a ho-hum Friday:
In the days when sailing ships ruled the ocean, freighters and war ships were armed with cannons. Problem was, how to keep a good supply of round cannon balls from rolling around the moving ship’s deck and keep them in a small spot near the canon?
Someone came up with a stacking pattern: 16 balls on the bottom, with 9 on top of them, then one on the top. It worked–except that the bottom row kept wanting to slide out from under the upper rows. So they added an iron plate, called a “Monkey,” to that lower row.
Then there was the problem of rust, which iron loves to do. Obviously, the answer was to make the plate out of brass rather than iron. Thus, the term “brass monkey.”
Here comes another problem: when it’s cold, brass contracts a lot more than iron, often so much that the cannon balls would fall right out of the plates’ indentations and roll right out.
And that’s how we ended up with “cold enough to freeze the balls off of a brass monkey.”
Winter is coming. Maybe you’ll be able to use this expression soon in polite company.
Thievery, among other negative activities, is often attributed to Mexicans. Now I believe it. But only in people who don’t need to be thieves.
Friends from Mexico and/or have relatives recovering from the recent earthquake there have been telling me stories. They describe people who have lost the very little they had yet helping others, sharing food and supplies. They also describe what happens when the government receives direct donations of money and goods. They tell of truckloads of necessities being driven to storehouses to save for festivities for next year’s Presidential election. They tell of people from the U.S. with supplies being stopped by the Mexican border patrol, who demand that the items be turned over to them for delivery to the government. They picture those people, who outnumber the border patrol, rushing through the boarder to get those supplies directly to the people. Money that the government itself collects goes to the city, to get government buildings rebuilt and refurbished before the world focuses on the upcoming election…And their stories go on and on.
My friends are intelligent, caring people, not prone to untruth or exaggeration, so I believe him.
The moral of this story is this: Help the Mexican people, but be sure the help actually gets to the families and individuals who need it. Give to aid organizations you can trust, whose mission is to help the people. That’s why, in this instance and in all disasters, my donations go to the Salvation Army, Catholic Charities, and the Red Cross.
I don’t get it. Why are people upset at athletes (and now others) kneeling on one knee during the National Anthem? No, this isn’t me taking sides politically. I just happen to know the historical significance of that act.
Look at the times when, traditionally, a person kneels on one knee: when a man proposes marriage, when a person is being knighted, and, for Catholics, when entering a pew at church.
In each case, the one-knee kneeling–whether briefly or for a longer time–is done to show respect and a willingness to submit. The man shows he’s willing to merge his life with his future spouse. The person being knighted shows his dedication to the Queen. And the church-goer shows his acceptance of the power and majesty of God.
I see those athletes as respectful–people showing their respect for and devotion to their country, and their promise to America a better place for everyone.
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Roger Zelazny’s quote (yesterday’s Thursday Thought) got me thinking about words and their effect. Including how they’ve touched me and my friends. Here are my thoughts on the matter:
Stick and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me is a silly childhood chant. When we grow up, we stop calling people names. Or do we? Hurtful names have crept into our everyday language and are so common that people don’t notice, except those people who are affected. Call me over-sensitive, but as someone who has a physical disability, I’m offended when I hear a stupid act referred to as “lame.” My friend has a similar reaction when that same act is called “gay.” And the person doing the act? He’s “so retarded.” An unexplainable or seemingly strange action is “schtzy,” “psycho,” or “manic depressive.” We talk about the poor as “less fortunate” or “them,” somehow different from—and not as good as—us, and we call others “illegals,” stripping them of flesh and blood. If we think before we speak, we can shred the sticks and crumble the stones that so often bruise us and return the dignity of humanity to others and ourselves.
Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. Remember that childhood chant? How true is it? According to Roger Zelazny in today’s Thursday Thought quote, it’s words, not what may have actually been meant by them, that stick in our minds. Good reason to think before we speak.
“No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.” — Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light
Forget the legendary military absurd costs of $640 toilet seats, $660 ashtrays, $7,600 coffee-makers, and $74,000 ladders. They’re getting it right on this one: Xbox controllers to operate periscopes on attack submarines.
True, they’re less sturdy and may not last as long. But at about $30 each, the Navy can afford to keep a case of them on board every sub. They’ll replace the current Lockheed-Martin control, which costs $38,000 each, and do the job just as well. Besides, there’s little training required, compared to the current controller, because who hasn’t used an Xbox controller?