Chuckles did send a moving valentine, over which I’m still sobbing tears of joy:
not art, music, performing arts or literature
Chuckles did send a moving valentine, over which I’m still sobbing tears of joy:
Freedom of expression is a fundamental right, and forms the foundation of both a liberal-arts educationand democracy itself. Nonetheless, colleges are now acquiescing to calls for restrictions on speech that upsets or offends, and in a worthy effort to protect civil rights, universities are paradoxically creating a less civil atmosphere on campus. Students now seem to feel free to respond with vitriol to those with whom they disagree.
Brown University students have had to create a secret forum on free speech in order to participate in a free exchange of ideas. Yale students now protest against free speech, and find it offensive for professor and child development expert, Erika Christakis to suggest “free speech and the ability to tolerate offence,” as she wrote in her famously controversial email, “are the hallmarks of a free and open society.”
Well we knew this, did we not?…
# Microdave sends:
This one beggars belief:
Fer Christ saakes!!! Another few yards along the road and he would have missed them… How could he possibly not have seen those cables? Even allowing for the average punter never looking above head height, a driver entrusted with a tipping trailer shouldn’t even think about raising it before checking for clearance.
Talk about a “dumbed down” society – there was another story recently about a local trucker who ended up on one side, close to the edge of the Humber bridge:
“The lorry had delivered some items to Hull this morning and was unladen on the return trip when the incident happened”
Any artic driver worth his (or her) salt knows that you DO NOT drive a curtain sider in strong crosswinds when it’s empty. It only takes a few minutes to pull the curtains forwards and tie them in a bunch, thereby drastically reducing the side area exposed to wind loading.…
In 1828, at the age of 19, young Abraham Lincoln was the junior member of a two-man crew that made a flatboat trading voyage down the Mississipi from Indiana to New Orleans. This was not a particularly unusual thing for the sons of upriver farmers to do in those days, at least not if they were thought to be resourceful enough and trusted with the trade goods of a whole town. Abe must have done well, because his town sent him south again in 1831.
These voyages traded everything the upriver farmers could sell – including the wood in the flatboats, which were generally broken up in New Orleans – for cash money and “civilized” goods that couldn’t be made in the frontier country. For so Indiana was at the time; the last Indian war in the territory was not twenty years gone when Lincoln launched.
If you read/watch nothing else here today, this one sent by Wiggia is an eye-opener. It’s one thing knowing what’s going on through reports, even seeing selected shots on TV, it’s another hearing from someone under it what it’s like:
From Rossa’s mother:…
Yesterday was a review of Amazon’s The Man in the High Castle, a series in two parts [2015/2016], based on the novel by Phillip K. Dick and part produced by Ridley Scott.
The notion of secretive people in high castles is one Agatha Christie also tried to get across in Passenger to Frankfurt  but as Wiki notes:
It is one of only four Christie novels to have not received an adaptation of any kind (such as screen, stage or radio) and one of only five of her novels to have not received a screen adaptation – the others being Death Comes as the End, Destination Unknown, Postern of Fate and Crooked House.
Christie had much earlier tried to convey the type in Ten Little Niggers [to give it its correct title] in 1939:
At the wheel sat a young man, his hair blown back by the wind.
In the last few months, N.O. has occasionally been doing film reviews on films not yet seen – you might call it a Tom Cruise-like pre-reviewing.
I’d argue that this can be valid as long as those quoted had actually seen it and it was not solely professional critics feeding the information. One can get a pretty good idea from these, along with trailers and clips.
And so it is with Chuckles sending:…
As Ash Wednesday is upon us:
… best to get those ashen crosses going and get our own houses in order. As for that lot up there who see themselves as our leaders, they’re probably for the fiery place in the main:
# What these banksters have been playing at now for years is coming back … but not just on them, it’s upon all of us. To employ a crudity – we are being s*** on from above. And when the edifice crumbles, it all comes tumbling down, including those who had nothing whatever to do with it. Jim Rogers:
Central banks will panic. They will do whatever they can to save the markets.
We’d come through the dire 70s, it was time for a bit of fun again for goodness sake:
There are people for whom seeing old clips of the 60s and 70s, even the 80s, gives a warm feeling, one is forever going to youtubes and people in comments are saying music ain’t the same today, is it?…
Once again, the reviews are building up nicely, only this time I’ll not wait until Friday and deliver ten at once.
And just a word about something which has been bothering me. Well, almost everything out there in the public eye seems cockeyed or lunatic just now, as it does to the majority of readers of these blogs. Just why there is such relentless nincompoopery around we’ve gone into many times.
What concerns me is what it turns us into, personally.
I saw a Twitter poster from a girl, saying you can go through life negatively, finding fault … or you can go through life positively, spreading love and everyone’s nice and all’s well in the best of all possible worlds.
She certainly has a point as I don’t wish to end up solely as an old frump but equally, we have a point that that sort of naivety is what lets the evil in by the back door, e.g.…
Today is that day:
Carnaval is an annual festival held between the Friday afternoon (51 days before Easter) and Ash Wednesday at noon, which marks the beginning of Lent, the forty-day period before Easter. On certain days of Lent, Roman Catholics and some other Christians traditionally abstained from the consumption of meat and poultry, hence the term “carnival,” from carnelevare, “to remove (literally, “raise”) meat.”
In Brazil, it’s of course about samba but how it came to be corrupted into slappers strutting down the streets naked and it having to signify debauchery is something else again.…
Below appear the first 11 pages of a 78 page document going into all the ins and outs of Islam, examining the writings of Muslim scholars who defend it and those which confirm what we feared.
It begins with the defence and then moves to the prosecution, a reversal of standard court practice.
This is a Dearieme repeat and a good ‘un. As AKH says – who cares, as long as the music is good:
Fats as the well travelled musician:
Interesting how we see things from different angles. This is Chuckles’s angle:
Clearly they have never been introduced to the concept of ‘because something can be done, does not mean that it should be’.
I do hope there is a nice changeable breeze every time they try, although I’m sure the whole thing will be a con – ‘Irish Sea’ will translate to a corner of a bay, just like ‘Northwest passage’ translates to crossing a couple of Canadian bays, or rowing to an island, or ‘North Pole’ is anywhere north of the Arctic Circle.
… and a good angle it is too. However, my angle is this:
There it is, in the pic, saw it immediately, before anything else. Don’t know her from Eve but the kookily placed earring says “lightweight” to me, not serious, know-nothing, which will seem a quite tenuous and bizarre objection to many people.…
Important N.O. notice for those on their uppers – a new home cinema you can make yourself:
There is copious evidence of the use of symbolism by the other side.
The two statues “of liberty” are a perfect case, being representative of Ishtar, from the intention of the mason who designed it to the suns rays. The obelisk in St Peter’s Square is another when the shrubbery is put about it on the occasion of Easter. And forever the cover story is given as to what it’s about.
This is one of the latest:
Isabel Hardman, at the Spectator, asks:…
Again we have the issue of too many reviews or features to run – there are ten sitting there now and that’s the shortlist. Think it’s going to be five and five.
1. The Sioux concept of becoming a man:
Trolls and disarray are the name of the game:
The Tory Eurosceptics have a nerve, having done nothing substantial, except piecemeal, e.g. Carswell leaving, for the Brexit cause. And they then have the barefaced cheek to say they’re “leading” the campaign.
What’s this “leading” business? Why must anyone “lead”? The answer, as you know, is that the PTB demanded that there be a leader – no leader, no Brexit. No such problem with Stay In – there’s their quisling right there – Cameron.…