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elfsFirst, the really good news. Opus is back! Yes, Berke Breathed has decided that he's tired of sitting on the sidelines and watching others have opinions about the war and all without voicing some himself, so he's putting together a weekly strip starring our favorite flightless waterfowl. (Yes, I'll willingly admit that I like Opus more than Tux.) Whether he's still funny is another matter.
The European Space Agency is proposing launching satellites to monitor drivers and studying the feasibility of turning all of Europe into one massive toll road with a pay-as-you-go policy. Grele, Frere!
Presbyopia, the hardening of the eye lens, is what causes the need for bifocals and other mechanical assistance as one grows older. Apparently, the muscles work fine, it's just the lens itself becomes intractible. A cyborg replacement for this mechanically simple problem is on the way. We'll all be able to see fine into old age some day soon. Cool.
So, on September 11th, if you were in London, would you attend "The Festival of the Magnificent 19," celebrating the accomplishments of the hijackers? Scotland Yard wants to know. Personally, so would I.
Hmm, a contrary opinion about Dean. Worth a read.
And finally, Hermione Eyre (apparently, that is her real name) has an insightful essay on the various reasons why nobody under the age of thirty seems to know how to cook: knowing how to cook is a sign of maturity, of giving up "kid's stuff" and the playfulness of youth; not cooking gives the impression of being too busy, too "going somewhere", too important; the previous generation of mothers didn't teach cooking because it was a reminder of their own mothers and the unfeminist past. All of which leads me back to a familiar beat: If you have kids, teach your kids to cook, and eat with them. They deserve it.
The European Space Agency is proposing launching satellites to monitor drivers and studying the feasibility of turning all of Europe into one massive toll road with a pay-as-you-go policy. Grele, Frere!
Presbyopia, the hardening of the eye lens, is what causes the need for bifocals and other mechanical assistance as one grows older. Apparently, the muscles work fine, it's just the lens itself becomes intractible. A cyborg replacement for this mechanically simple problem is on the way. We'll all be able to see fine into old age some day soon. Cool.
So, on September 11th, if you were in London, would you attend "The Festival of the Magnificent 19," celebrating the accomplishments of the hijackers? Scotland Yard wants to know. Personally, so would I.
Hmm, a contrary opinion about Dean. Worth a read.
And finally, Hermione Eyre (apparently, that is her real name) has an insightful essay on the various reasons why nobody under the age of thirty seems to know how to cook: knowing how to cook is a sign of maturity, of giving up "kid's stuff" and the playfulness of youth; not cooking gives the impression of being too busy, too "going somewhere", too important; the previous generation of mothers didn't teach cooking because it was a reminder of their own mothers and the unfeminist past. All of which leads me back to a familiar beat: If you have kids, teach your kids to cook, and eat with them. They deserve it.
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Date: 2003-09-09 06:33 pm (UTC)On the surface it looks like a simple contrarian opinion... but the loadedness of the wording near the bottom of the article gives them away. The snark about "Boss Tweed" tactics... up until recently, that kind of pseudoretoric had been a Democrat tactic. It's a fear tactic. If you can't beat'em with brains, baffle'em with bullshit.
The right is scared.
Good.
They don't understand Vermont. A weird mix of lefty programs and right-wing attitudes. Prime breeding ground for something that might actually work.... it could, as
(The real bastard of this is I figured Bush for sure would go the theocracy route. Theocrats can be reasoned with. He went fascist, counterterrorist. Totally untenable.)
To change the subject radically: The funny thing is, I did most of the work teaching myself to cook, then learned the rest of it from my late SO after I was 21.
Too important to cook. Feh. Being busy all the time is a crock... doing the gourmet thing implies you have the time to invest in your food. This, indeed, is luxury. Forever going out gives away the fact that you're working too hard.
Which this happy little type B never intends to do again.
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Date: 2003-09-09 07:08 pm (UTC)why is busing so busy you can't do what you enjoy a *good* thing?
Recently, I was talking with some ex-co-workers about their boss, "She'll never make it," they said, "she only works 8-5 every day." What? What? It's no wonder so many people there are facing burnout.
I tought myself to cook when I was in 7th grade, as a class project. After making pizza from scratch as part of that, I taught myself to clean as I go. I love to cook and to feed my loved ones. Plus, it's healthier, cheaper, and relaxing to eat at home.
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Date: 2003-09-09 07:51 pm (UTC)Granted, by the time I got my own place 14 years later I'd burned out on cooking for a while, but my own place also gave me more freedom in deciding *what* to cook. (Dad likes meat and potatoes, no fish and little fowl; Mom's nearly a vegetarian. Me, I like fish and pasta :)
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Date: 2003-09-09 08:12 pm (UTC)The unintended consiquences are apparent and obvious, and yet pointing them out gets someone branded "as far right as Ted Kennedy is left".
No, some kinds of chaos "cannot be worked with". And decimating medical care for the lower middle class and for the self-employed "for the sake of the children" IS ONE OF THEM.
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Date: 2003-09-09 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-09 08:32 pm (UTC)G.Gram Green
G.Gram Griffore
Gram Tyler
Gram Plummer
Grampa Tyler
Grampa Joe
Mom
Dad
I can't remember a time when I *wasn't* cooking something. (Granted those first couple years I only *thought* I was cooking).