AdamSmith

I will gladly share with hitoall, as he cares only about #1.

Braggart!

In honor of our hito... Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service T.S. Eliot Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. -- Jew of Malta Polyphiloprogenitive The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift across the window-panes. In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning was the Word, Superfetation of , And at the mensual turn of time Produced enervate Origen. A painter of the Umbrian school Designed upon a gesso ground The nimbus of the Baptized God. The wilderness is cracked and browned But through the water pale and thin Still shine the unoffending feet And there above the painter set The Father and the Paraclete. . . . . . The sable presbyters approach The avenue of penitence; The young are red and pustular Clutching piaculative pence Under the penitential gates Sustained by staring Seraphim Where the souls of the devout Burn invisible and dim. Along the garden-wall the bees With hairy bellies pass between The staminate and pistilate, Blest office of the epicene. Sweeney shifts from ham to ham Stirring the water in his bath. The masters of the subtle schools Are controversial, polymath. Likewise. And when I start to go all soft on Rome, I need merely glance through a page or two of the ever-lovin' Catholic Encyclopedia for some bracing Protestant-vilifying vitriol. As in Society of Jesus founder Ignatius of Loyola's Rules for Thinking with the Church, Rule 13: "That we may be altogether of the same mind and in conformity[...], if [the Church] shall have defined anything to be black which to our eyes appears to be white, we ought in like manner to pronounce it to be black."

I realize that proposition traffics in tautologies.

Showing my FDR roots: my Lend-Loose program.

I will lend you my 17-inch Gateway. Using the term loosely.

Would that there were some way to punish lawmakers found to have promulgated nonsensical legislation, akin to frivolous-lawsuit penalties.

In contrast to the ruffian uncouth ones oft pictured on this site!

Exquisite.

Well, if she ain't good enough for her own kinfolk...

I have no objection to anything I post here being linked to from Over There, or from anywhere. The Internet's most humane uses being to inform and to connect people, the more the better. As for other folks' sensitivities, I think EXPAT put his finger on it. In the recent thread on daddy's forum in which many posters expressed regret at Lucky's departure, I and then lurkerspeaks politely noted that anyone who wishes to keep reading Lucky's posts need not engage a necromancer to commune with his departed spirit (we resisted the urge to put it quite that way!), but simply follow him here. It was after lurker's post to that effect that the thread was summarily locked. Then there are Oz's business interests: I wish to do all I can to support them. The more links TO a site (among other metrics of course), the higher it appears in Google rankings. So linking to here from daddy's is a good, in that regard. On the other hand, does that raise the risk of inviting an Asian-carp-like infestation of unwelcome species in the heretofore pristine waters of this forum? Dunno. Although to date, generally, it has not. I think both TY and Oz have made a separate point, and a good one: Spending a lot of time making aspects of daddy's site itself the subject of extended discussions here is tiresome, and a distracting or worse use of reader attention span and page real estate. Not the occasional sober thread such as this one, of course! Rather those that devolve into obsessive gnawing at a distance on daddy's or deej's ankle about something or another in their behavior that is not after all determinant of our happiness here.

We overlooked Nixon's 100th birthday. Fortunately my fix for today didn't: they resurrected this number from their Sept. 1971 issue. Click each image to enlarge. http://www.madmagazine.com/?page=1&action=on_the_stands

And still you didn't act on the hint?!

Prompted by the recent sale at auction of the original Batmobile for $4.6 million, MAD Magazine dug up the cover and first page of its 1966 spoof. Good to see the fag gag of the whole thing was as delicious then as now...

This makes complete sense. (Regrettably!) As a reviewer, how do you get entry to this game? Lots of unpaid reviews first? How do reviewer and reviewee first make contact with each other?

You are going to look for all the reviews signed "Lucky"?

Disappointing, to me. I would far rather have more Trek. (And less drek! Sorry to the faithful.)

How about just convert the existing scale directly to 0-5: 5 = Fantastic... 0 = Not for anyone That way the math of average score will work directly equivalent for old and new reviews. And a "0" rating seems more emphatic than just a "1" to denote "AVOID AT ALL COST." Which regrettably most have had one or two of.

Out of frame, lower left? ...follow his eyes. (Who else would you have the knife out for at that age?)

"...iceberg..." As the high-school debate coach reminds your first time out, lose the analogies as they prove nothing. Sorry about Cohan. A 2nd-tier (if that) management consultant flack straining to ape Michael Porter, Clayton Christensen and others with some claim to being the Real Thing. He knows a little bit about IT but naahthing about mechanical, electrical, electronics or mechatronics engr/mfg. I mean, he is a Forbes contributor, for chrissake! Get a clue.

Quite a few of her reaction shots while Senators bloviated were pretty hilarious.

My hypothesis is that a prerequisite for enjoying Sandburg is to be from the Midwest (wherever that is!): Any form of stimulus will do. Nor is criticism of much help, tending toward such blinding aperçus as this from Wikipedia: "Much of Carl Sandburg's poetry, such as "Chicago", focused on Chicago..." Really. We take no responsibility just because of his long sojourn in N.C. Just as we wash our hands of Pres. Andrew Johnson, Jesse Helms, Clay Aiken... (Who am I forgetting?) With you on the naked boys. Including any from Chicago!

The nearest possible? (...Here's a first rate opportunity To get married with impunity And indulge in the felicity Of unbounded domesticity. You shall quickly be parsonified, Conjugally matrimonified, By a Doctor of Divinity Who is located in this vicinity...)

I usually find Frost "our dullest great poet," as John Ashbery once cracked. But this piece, noted by poet Jay Parini (http://www.cnn.com/2013/01/25/opinion/parini-cold-weather/index.html?iid=article_sidebar), seems apt for today... Good-bye, and Keep Cold Robert Frost This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark And cold to an orchard so young in the bark Reminds me of all that can happen to harm An orchard away at the end of the farm All winter, cut off by a hill from the house. I don't want it girdled by rabbit and mouse, I don't want it dreamily nibbled for browse By deer, and I don't want it budded by grouse. (If certain it wouldn't be idle to call I'd summon grouse, rabbit, and deer to the wall And warn them away with a stick for a gun.) I don't want it stirred by the heat of the sun. (We made it secure against being, I hope, By setting it out on a northerly slope.) No orchard's the worse for the wintriest storm; But one thing about it, it mustn't get warm. "How often already you've had to be told, Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold. Dread fifty above more than fifty below." I have to be gone for a season or so. My business awhile is with different trees, Less carefully nourished, less fruitful than these, And such as is done to their wood with an axe— Maples and birches and tamaracks. I wish I could promise to lie in the night And think of an orchard's arboreal plight When slowly (and nobody comes with a light) Its heart sinks lower under the sod. But something has to be left to God.