HurlyOs

My nieces and nephew love SpaghettiOs. I find this "food" way beyond disgusting. It tastes like a can. My Mom, who doesn't go gross, said they taste like the taste you get in your mouth after you throw up. My brother said about the same thing but more graphically. So now we call them HurlyOs instead of SpaghettiOs. The kids think this is pretty funny but I think the sarcasm is lost on them.

Blast from the past

My parents were cleaning under the steps and ran across quite a few of my things. This is the tennis racket I used in lessons back in the 1980s. (I never got very good but not for lack of trying.) Compared to current rackets, it weighs a ton! It's all wood. And if you look close at the name under the brand, you'll see "Chris Evert." That dates the racket just a smidge.

Ice, ice, ice

I was at my parents' over the weekend. The ice has been thawing and freezing and now looks like the artic. Sometimes you hear a huge BOOM when the ice cracks.

Birthday cake

This past weekend we celebrated my nephew, Cale's, birthday. My nieces, Tori and Katy, decorated the cake.

What now?

I don't know what this is for. I saw it at the art fair at the Carlos Creek Grape Stomp last fall.

At www.antimonkeybutt.com there is an explanation which is no less gag inducing:

Ideal for butt busting activities such as truck driving, motorcycling, bicycling, horse back riding, and extreme sports.

CAVE people

I heard a new term this morning. CAVE people are 'citizens against virtually everything.' It was in the context of a story about a small, rural town that is now completely wired for the Internet. The most wired town in Minnesota, maybe the U.S. The reporter was talking to some of the few people who resist this development -- those who refuse and see no value in the Internet, e-mail, etc. This was side by side with examples of a Grandma who now can regularly keep in touch with her grandson serving in Iraq, and a cattle farmer who uses it to bid on cattle across the country.

I know some of these CAVE people. I would think it would be tough to live in their skin. It takes to much energy to oppose everything.

Sandals

I just ran across this photo of my niece's sandals. If these aren't the cutest things ever I don't know what is.

Little Mosque on the Prairie

I heard about "Little Mosque on the Prairie" on tonight's edition of Fresh Air. It's a comedy on the CBC about a group of Muslims living in a Canadian prairie town. The creator and producer is Zarqa Nawaz, a Muslim woman from Canada. The interview was quite interesting -- both about the show and about the producer's life as a Muslim in Canada.

The show sounds so very good. I hope it comes to the U.S. Here's a promo. There are more clips on the show's site.

Weird signage

I often see strange signage on the way to and in Alexandria, Minn. I don't get this:

Word of the day (Lieblingswort)

Last night I was thinking about a word of the day and it came to me -- pungent.

That word came to mind because I made a curry yesterday and the smell has permeated my house. The curry was lovely. I expect it will be even tastier today since curry is usually better after the flavors have melded for a day.

MLK Day

Martin Luther King, Jr. would have been 77 today. I forget that he was so young when he died. Like Dietrich Bonhoeffer, he was killed at 39. Both of them pushed in areas that made others uncomfortable. They inspire me and also make me feel like I'm not doing a blasted thing to make the world a better place.

I've blogged before about Martin Luther King, Jr. and his sermons. I love that he kept fighting. Fighting for what he believed in while walking onto thinner and thinner ice, moving from fighting racism to poverty and the Vietnam War. Like other prophets, he said things people needed but didn't want to hear.

This King quote has been rattling around in my brain over the past couple of days.

The moral arc of the universe is long, but it bends toward justice.

If you want to get goosebumps, listen to King's speech at the March on Washington, "I Have a Dream."

SatireWire

One lovely thing about the Web is the plethora of cleverness. I came across SatireWire today (slogan: Because you can read and we have a Web site.) Unfortunately it discontinued in 2002. These stories are evergreen.

GOD NAMES NEXT "CHOSEN PEOPLE"; IT'S JEWS AGAIN
Jerusalem (SatireWire.com) Update — Jews, whose troubled, 10,000-year term as God's "chosen people" finally expired last night, woke up this morning to find that they had once again been hand-picked by the Almighty. Synagogues across the globe declared a day of mourning.

ANGERED BY SNUBBING, LIBYA, CHINA
SYRIA FORM AXIS OF JUST AS EVIL
Cuba, Sudan, Serbia Form Axis of Somewhat Evil; Other Nations Start Own Clubs

Beijing (SatireWire.com) — Bitter after being snubbed for membership in the "Axis of Evil," Libya, China, and Syria today announced they had formed the "Axis of Just as Evil," which they said would be way eviler than that stupid Iran-Iraq-North Korea axis President Bush warned of his State of the Union address.

Axis of Evil members, however, immediately dismissed the new axis as having, for starters, a really dumb name. "Right. They are Just as Evil... in their dreams!" declared North Korean leader Kim Jong-il. "Everybody knows we're the best evils... best at being evil... we're the best."

Lovely words (Lieblingswoerter)

I love a word coined by EclectChick: rebelpath. It is the rebel equivalent of psychopath.

I also really, really like the word "bonkers." It sounds so funny too.

I may steal* Julia's idea, Lieblingswort zum Donnerstag (Favorite Word for Thursday). A word of the week is a very fun idea but I don't know if I'll have the discipline, or memory, to do it every week.

*As writer T.S. Eliot says: "Amateurs plagiarize. Professionals steal."

Note from the Universe for everyone

I really like today's Note from the Universe. I think it would be a much better world if everyone believed this!

Every life is heroic. And yours has certainly been no exception.

With deep gratitude from the bleachers -
The Universe

Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is my Dad's birthday. In honor of this day I'll share a few facts about him.

He is the most popular guy at his church. We practically have to drag him out. Every time you turn around someone's yelling, "Hey Tom!" Everyone loves Tom. It reminds me so much of my grandpa, his Dad. Everyone loved Sam, too.

My Dad is very law abiding, particular while driving. He'll drive at the speed limit or only a couple miles above it "just in case my speedometer is a little off." And if he's put on the turn signal for a left turn and you say, "You need to make a right turn here," he will not switch the turn signal and make a right turn. "I've already made my decision." If you're standing at a crosswalk and it says, "Don't walk," he won't. Even if there are no cars in sight. He never believed my argument that the sign really means, "Don't walk unless someone is coming."

He also has a goofy, Dad sense of humor. If you say, "I'm hungry," he'll say, "Nice to meet you, I'm Tom." And to this day when it comes time for the children's sermon at church he'll nudge me and motion with his eyes for me to go up front.

Happy Birthday Dad! I love you!

Stink, stank, stunk, Sunday edition

I am working at home today. On a Sunday. Not housework. Work, work.

I know it's sometimes a necessity. I accept that. But today it's very grey outside. It's Sunday, the last day of weekend, sweet freedom. I'm tempted to clean my cupboards, vacuum, pay bills, anything. But no. I need to get to work. Head hung low. I'm in full pity party.

5 things, endlich (finally)

EclectChick has been bugging me since before Christmas about posting five little-known things about me (see her list). I can only think of four. Maybe I'm just boring?

1. For the first 1.5 years at university I was a member of the College Republicans. Sometimes my friend Christopher, at gatherings where there are primarily liberals, says in a conspiratorial tone of voice, says "Guess what Sophzilla used to be?" Followed by one of the looks that seems to say 'It's pretty juicy.' He then reveals the secret.

This all changed when I studied in England. Living somewhere else -- looking at the U.S. from the outside, seeing more of the world -- changed my mind. That was quite a few years ago. I can't imagine what the view looks like now. Shudder.

2. In high school and college I was a wallflower. Actually, this was true until quite recently! This is hard for some to believe since I'm not at all shy with my friends. And, I seem to get on well with most people. An example. In my first year at high school I had several acquaintances and one particularly good friend. Her grandpa died and so she was away from school for a few days. I still remember how horrible that time was. Because I was so terribly shy I was even more alone than normal in the gigantic crowd that was my high school. I really, really hated high school.

3. Sometimes I watch the Hallmark Hall of Fame or Hallmark Channel movies and get all choked up. I am particularly prone to this during the Christmas season. This is very embarrassing to admit since most of their movies are schlocky, saccharine and or formulaic.

4. I couldn't think of a fourth thing until I looked at EclectChick's list again. Wine gums. I love, love, love them. They're not so easy to find in the U.S. as in England. Haribo's Roulette are similarly delicious and come in a much-better-for-the-stomach-sized packet.

American Impressionists

I love these two paintings by Guy Wiggins, one of the American Impressionists. Although the weather looks a bit precarious and cold, they show the type of storms I love to watch from inside, holding a cup of tea, Sophie on my lap.

Left: Snow Storm
Right: Columbus Circle, Winter

Zidane

The Walker is showing Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait (Zidane, un portrait du 21e siècle) in February. The film follows him in a match between Real Madrid and Villareal. Although it isn't a World Cup (WM) game, it will be lovely to experience soccer fever once again!

Sophzilla

I'm having the worst time getting a profile photo back on the blog. According to the directions, posting this first and then copying should work. Aargh. We'll see.

Sloppy joes, slop sloppy joes

Today at our work cafeteria the entree is sloppy joes. Sara then brought up this lovely song/video by Adam Sandler (with Chris Farley). It's lovely and quite funny. "Sloppy joes, slop sloppy joes" will likely become an earworm for you, too.

Ways to waste time

Not that I would want to waste time on Christmas vacation, but I found this list very fun. From PC World via "Future Tense" on MPR: The 15 Best Places to Waste Time on the Web.

#15 is What Would Tyler Durden Do?

"What Would Tyler Durden Do" is a blog focused on bringing you the latest gossip and news about rich and famous celebrities. And then making fun of them.

Animals

Very sweet. That is all.

I need a vacation

This fall has been nutty beyond belief, particularly at work. I sometimes feel like I've been on a merry-g0-round that has gone awry, going so fast you see only streaks of color rather than horses. It's been very interesting and often rewarding but my brain has left the building. Some examples:

• My work on the computer is scary. I cannot spell, or type. I often put my fingers on the wrong keys and many times I forget to use whole words.
  
• I forget what I'm doing many, many times a day.
• I sometimes have to clarify things more than once because I forget the gist of a project or conversation. (For me this is highly unusual.)
• I ask people to do things multiple times. I don't remember that I've already delegated the projects.
• I forget what day it is.
  
• I've forgotten my library account number. I've had it for almost six years and I've known it by heart for about as long.
  

So I'm writing things down more than ever, waiting for my blessed break which begins Friday.

Misnomer

Sophie has an ulcer in her eye. It's healing up pretty well but in the mean time she gets much-loved ointment in her eye (three kinds!) three times a day.

When we were at the vet, the tech asked if we have an "Elizabethan collar" (at right). I said, "You mean the cone?" (below) Quite a misnomer. Sophie hates, hates, hates it.

Ramen noodle recipes

On many product pages there are recipes to help you make more of the product, and hopefully buy more. The Top Ramen! site has the grossest combos I've found.

Try These Winning Tastes From Top Ramen! Each taste sensation is made with delicious, versatile Top Ramen instant ramen noodles. There's Top Ramen Olé, Top Ramen Pizza and Top Ramen Salad Royale, just to name a few of the terrific winning dishes. They're easy and convenient! Try them all to find your favorite!

Wednesday Word (Lieblingswort zum Mittwoch)

I meant to do this yesterday so I'm using Wednesday (Mittwoch) even though it's Thursday (Donnerstag).

• A favorite German word is "der Schluckauf*". It means hiccups. It really sounds like what it is.
• A favorite English word is "lurch," as in "I hate to leave you in the lurch." The other day I was going to use "in the lurch" in an e-mail. It sounded weird so I looked up an alternative and found the definition, "in a vulnerable and unsupported position." I decided to stick with "lurch."
  

*Pronounced shlook (rhymes with look) owf (rhymes with the first half of "ow" as in the exclamation when you smack your shin into a coffee table.

You've been kinda quiet...

Rest in peace?

I'm having a hard time not celebrating the death of Augusto Pinochet. I wrote so many letters to him in the '80s and '90s (I'm in Amnesty International). Disappearances, murders, torture. He condoned and promoted it all.

I learned of his arrest, in London, in an elevator in Boston. I saw the cover of the New York Times lying on a luggage cart and nearly jumped for joy. Finally, justice would be served. But it wasn't. He was sick and frail but that's no excuse for not being punished for his evil deeds.

I believe that forgiveness is a good thing but he was responsible for thousands of confirmed deaths. After he overthrew Salvador Allende, the elected president, in a CIA-backed coup he began killing anyone who opposed him, or anyone he suspected of opposing him. I have a hard time not wishing that he burn for all eternity.

Description of the photo at right from the BBC:

A 1996 report blamed the regime for more than 3,000 confirmed deaths and disappearances, and later another report documented claims of torture by nearly 30,000 people. Mass graves continue to be found. Here, years later, a woman kisses the recently identified skull of her brother.

Mess O'Potomac

Jon Stewart on the Iraq Study Group findings. Some highlights:

• "I'm glad they got a study group together. But you know what? The test was three years ago."
• "The report was delivered this morning to a visibly awake president."
• Jon: "Bush showed that he had taken some of the report's lessons to heart." Bush: "The report brings some very interesting proposals."
  Jon: "You're not even trying anymore."
  

Go here and here.

Sometimes winter stinks

12 Days of Christmas

Another fun one from Rather Good. It's for Tommy's, the Baby Charity (UK): The Twelve Days of Christmas. My favorite day is one!

Zip It

If only you could carry this around all day -- to use whenever and wherever the need arises.

Wristbands for everyone

If you're not chipper enough to wear a "Live Strong" wristband, or don't care to advertise for the eradication of a disease, there may still be a wristband for you. Courtesy of Archie McPhee.

Simple and beautiful

I was looking for something else online and I found this picture. At the bottom it says, "Peace." I think it's just gorgeous.

Lovely Mutts

Ungratefulness personified

Nice thankfulness.

Fargo Hero Dog Up for Adoption

FARGO, N.D. — He's a hero, but now he needs a home.

A black lab named Hunter is credited with waking up a North Dakota family in time to get them out of their burning home early on the day after Thanksgiving.

But now Melisa Sherrard and her two sons are looking for someone to adopt Hunter. She says they can't keep him in the hotel where they'll be living for months until their home is repaired ... She tried keeping Hunter in the hotel for two days -- but says it just didn't work.

Christmas music

Over the weekend I loaded my Christmas CDs onto my iPod. (Weihnachtslieder in German. I love that word!) Once Dec. 1 hits I feel it's allowable. I have several CDs but one of my favorites is still a Christmas compilation I received from my friend Steph in 1999.

Some of my favorites this year: What Are You Doing New Year's Eve, The Secret of Christmas (has to be the Ella Fitzgerald version), Baby It's Cold Outside (I try to ignore the sometimes lecherous tone of the male voice), Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, In the Bleak Midwinter and Koppangen (in Swedish, which I don't understand but beautifully sung by Ann Sofie von Otter).

Thanks to Julia I have a new favorite -- Goetz Alsmann's version of Lasst uns froh und munter sein. He sings swingy Christmas songs. I've loved this song for years and now I can sing it all loungy as I go about the house.

Dog accessories

In a recent post, I talked about pushing my mind in directions it normally wouldn't go. I was trying to do just that today reading an edition of Dog Fancy, a publication I normally mock.

Well, I do have a bit of crow to eat. There was a nice story about service dogs and an interesting one about the day in the life of a dog trainer. As a reward for this, I browsed through the ads in the back which are good for a laugh and few, "Oh man that's odd." or "That is so wrong."

• A pet murphy bed, which would actually be very handy if you lived in a tiny Manhattan apartment.
• A pet pouch, a la a baby snuggly. I was behind a person with one of these in the registration line at the Bark in the Park walk for the Humane Society. She gave me a look that said, "Yah, I'm a bit embarrassed to be wearing this."
• Pearl necklaces or a $595 gold toggle necklace with heart charm.
• Spendy but clever hide-a-crates.
• Fun blue floral dog dress. Well, this would only be good if you could get a human matching dress. Shudder. This site, is the funniest/scariest (fuariest?). Categories under the clothing menu include: sportswear, casual dog clothes, jumpsuits and pants, lounge and swim, casual dog dresses and dog dresses (including the red floral picnic dog dress).

I have a love/hate with the dog clothes, especially. I think they're demeaning for dogs and twisted for their people. But, I love to look at them and laugh.

Friday note from the Universe

Can you believe it's already December?
That it's Friday, again?

That as you read these very words, somewhere in the world there are waves crashing, eagles soaring, lilacs blooming, and friends laughing so hard tears are streaming down their faces?

That your life has been changing so swiftly?
That you're absolutely gorgeous, inside and out?
That you're new Health came so quickly?
That others who now want to More Health, emulate how you did it?
That peace, love, and happiness are flourishing around the world?

Yeah, I thought you would.

Winter weather forecast

On Sheriboo's blog today there is a rather interesting weather forecast. Worth a look!

2 for $3 burritos

I was in the gas station the other day and on the ATM there was a ad for 2 for $3 burritos. Do they come out of the little money slot?

Energy from dogs

Living in Berlin would be quite alright!

Berlin's Latest Scoop: Harnessing the Power of Dog Poop
Forget about Russian gas, German coal or controversial nuclear power plants. The energy source of the future is cheap and available everywhere on the streets of Berlin. You may have even had to scrape it off your shoes.

In Berlin, dog poop happens. Literally, all over the place. According to Berlin sanitary officials, 55 tons of doggie mess is generated on the streets of the city every day. And most of it is left unattended -- for other canines' sniffing pleasure, for children to play hopscotch around, or for senior citizens to hold their passionate diatribes against.

The German capital is an extremely dog-friendly city. Dogs attend gallery openings, jazz concerts, Sunday brunches and baby showers. But Berlin's dog owners are mostly of the let-somebody-else-scoop-the-poop persuasion. It's part of the laissez-faire attitude that Berliners are known for. One needs to have some sense of history. What's a little poo here or there in a city that had the iron curtain run through its very heart?

Yet anybody who ever walked down Wrangelstrasse in Berlin's multiethnic Kreuzberg district, or along Kastanienallee in the hipster paradise known as Prenzlauer Berg, is more likely to step into a pile of dog doo than run into somebody who would wish them a nice day.

Happy Birthday Mark Twain

In school I wasn't a big Mark Twain fan. I didn't really identify with naughty adolescent boys, Tom and Huck. I've since I've changed my mind. I really think the intro for school kids should be something that grabs their attention -- his sharp wit! (Maybe there is sharp wit in the Tom and Huck stories but I didn't get it at the time. Neither did my classmates.)

In the great book Letters of the Century, there is a complaint letter from Twain to New York Western Union. He describes the telegraph service in York Harbor, Maine "the worst in the world except that Boston." He is referring to a telegram that he received too late to act:

The head corpse [throughout the letter referred to as h.c.] in the New York Harbor office sent me that telegram altho (1) he knew it would reach me too late to be of any value; (2) also, that he was going to send it to me by his boy; (3) that the boy would not take the trolley and come the 2 miles in 12 minutes, but would walk; (4) that he would be two hours and a quarter on the road; (5) and that he would collect 25 cents for transportation, for a telegram which the h.c. knew to be worthless before he started it.

And later,

The boy brought the telegram. It was bald-headed with age, but still legible.

I loved his book, A Tramp Abroad, about his travels in Germany and Switzerland in the late 1800s. It's an interesting travelogue and hilarious. It contains the famous The Awful German Language which is quite hilarious but kind of painful to read.

Here, in celebration of his 171st birthday, are a few more lovely quotes.

A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.

A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.

A person with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.

Man was made at the end of the week's work when God was tired.

There is no distinctly American criminal class - except Congress.

Return to your seat please

BEIJING (Reuters) - A Chinese airline has calculated that it takes a liter of fuel to flush the toilet at 30,000 feet and is urging passengers to go to the bathroom before they board.

As Chinese airlines come under increasing pressure to cut fuel expenditures, China Southern's latest strategy is to encourage passengers "to spend their pennies before boarding the aircraft," Xinhua news agency reported Thursday.

"The energy used in one flush is enough for an economical car to run at least 10 kilometers," Captain Liu Zhiyuan, who flies regularly between Hangzhou and Beijing, was quoted as saying.

I guess my day isn't so bad

Feeling sorry for yourself? Had a bad day? At least an alligator didn't have you in its mouth.

MIAMI (Reuters) - Florida sheriff's deputies jumped into a dark lake and pulled a naked man from the jaws of an alligator early on Wednesday, authorities said…

Four deputies waded through waist-deep mud, wrestled the man free and pulled him about 40 yards (meters) back to shore to a waiting ambulance, Judd said.

"He was totally naked," Judd said of the victim, identified as 45-year-old Adrian Apgar.

"He admitted that he'd been smoking crack cocaine. But still, it's a human life," Judd said at a news conference. "Our deputies don't ask questions, they respond and they save people."

How does one get oneself, naked no less, into the mouth of an alligator? Neighbors heard him screaming about 4 a.m. (see complete story). Maybe the time explains it.

Belated Thanksgiving message

From my coach's weekly e-mail (Judy Panek).

What an abundance of Abundance!

The delicious food, the warm traditions of Thanksgiving, the love of family and friends.

The comforts of a warm home, the safety and freedom of a great country - and peace.

Peace of heart, peace of place, peace of soul.

Let's give thanks.

For all we have, for all we experience, for all we dream about. For our visions - colorful and daring.

For all the challenges- let's be grateful.

For our Master teachers who won't let us off the hook!

For people who push our buttons which reminds us of our humanity and the road still needing to be travelled.

Let's give thanks - for the abundance of Abundance.

May you feel it, experience it, cherish it.

City views from the turn of the last century

I learned of Geo.de on Julia's blog. It looks like such an interesting magazine. Much more fun to practice my language skills on than the news.

On the Geo site there's a great series of city views, like this one, from the turn of the last century. I just love the old postcard-like pictures. I wonder if my memories will soon look like these photos -- perfectly colored and ethereal.

Church rant

I find a bad sermon on Christmas, Easter or Thanksgiving, or at a wedding or funeral, particularly egregious. There are all sorts of people at church at those times who wouldn't be there any other time. A lousy sermon will pretty much clinch it that they won't come back.

Today was such a day. The sermon at the church I was visiting was a fictional story about some of the Israelites after they left Egypt. Not as bad as the stories about the fictional teenager, Donald, that I've heard at this church. But it was rather incoherent and sophomoric. To top it off, the pastor admitted that he had preached this sermon six years before. Please. Don't tell people that you've put no work into it. About five minutes into the sermon I pulled out the hymnal and started reading some Psalms. Much more enlightening, and coherent, than the sermon.

Pushing the mind

I read about a person who travels a lot who, in an effort to keep pushing his mind, picks up a magazine at the airport news agent before each flight. What makes this interesting, however, is that he picks up a magazine that he would never think of reading. We all gravitate to what we like and understand. And there are things that we have no interest in. His argument is that by reading things he'd never think of reading, he pushes his mind in new directions and often gets ideas that would have likely never surfaced.

I really like this idea. Yesterday at the library I picked up an assortment of such magazines. I couldn't yet get myself to pick up Road and Track or Motor Trend. My list:

• Kiplinger's -- eyes glaze over. Involves math, shudder.
  
• Backpacker -- about backpacking, hiking and camping. I hate camping.
  
• Discover -- about science, technology and the future. I quickly glaze over and find so much of it uninteresting. I do find some easy-to-understand stuff interesting.
  
• Scientific American -- see above.
  
• Dog Fancy -- I love dogs but this magazine always struck me, due to the use of the word "fancy," as too foo-foo, too "let's put the dog in clothes!"

But first, I need to go through the pile of paper on my desk.

World design

World Design: The Best in Classic and Contemporary Furniture, Fashion, Graphics, and More is a taste treat for the eyes.

I was particularly taken by the chairs. Like Eero Aarnio's ball chair which looks so cozy but at over $1,000 I think I'll pass.

And there others that look incredibly uncomfortable like Mario Botta's Quarta and Stiletto's Consumer's Rest (aka shopping cart).

How children learn

"Not every kid needs to go to college." Them's fightin' words! Earlier this work on Midday Mel Levine, a neuroscientist at the University of North Carolina and the author of All Kinds of Minds, said that and many other provocative things.

He believes we should celebrate all kinds of minds. Work on children's strengths, don't continually press them to excel in things they aren't inherently good at or have a passion for. He doesn't say that if you don't like math or you're not good at it you should skip it. But he believes our education system isn't well tailored to the way many kids' brains work. He also rails against memorizing route material.

It's a fascinating, thought-provoking and often funny speech. Makes me want to be a neuroscientist!

Listen to the speech here. Click on "listen to the call-in show, even though it's not a call-in. The speech starts about a minute into it but is supreme awesomeness. He starts out by talking about how most kids don't know what the words in the pledge of allegiance means.

Great tools available at All Kinds of Minds.

Pink Floyd

I've really been enjoying Pink Floyd lately. The music on many of the songs is incredibly beautiful. I'm particularly liking "High Hopes" (see video below).

I remember driving cross country with one of my brothers and my parents. He had "The Wall," on his Walkman. I was bored with my selection so I tried that. I only knew their song "Money" and I hated that. I was astounded by the musicality, the beautiful strings, etc. After listening to "Comfortably Numb" I turned to Steve and said, "This music is quite beautiful. I love the strings!" His look was priceless. I got the crickets.

Paper, rock, scissors

Who knew? On Morning Edition last week Steve Inskeep talked to Jason Simmons, who will be competing at the Paper, Rock, Scissors championship. Funny interview.

World RPS Society, Serving the Needs of Decision Makers Since 1918.

Cats in sinks

One of the very cool women in my book club told me about this site after I told her how her cat had followed me into the bathroom. Apparently, the cat was waiting for me to turn on the water so she could play in it.

Just the other day someone told me that they have to leave the toilet seat down otherwise their cat gets into the toilet. I thought cats hated water.

Go to cats in sinks and click on "Show me another cat in a sink." You can also upload your own cat-in-sink photos.

Beware the milky pirate

My friend Sandy told me about this weirdly funny video. It's unexplainable. You'll just have to take a look.

Endlich! (Finally!)

Goodbye Donald Rumsfeld. Hooray! The Defense Secretary, one of the architects of the disaster in Iraq, resigned today. However, his replacement, Robert Gates, used to be the former head of the CIA. Great.

Democrats took control of the House and the Senate is about split between Democrats and Republicans. Maybe something can get done now. Some highs and lows from yesterday's voting:

• High -- South Dakota struck down the ban on abortion.
  
• Low -- Wisconsin approved a measure to amend the state Constitution to prohibit same-sex unions. Aren't constitutions designed to protect rights, not restrict them?
  
• Low -- Minnesota is stuck with the passive aggressive Tim Pawlenty for another four years. He of "I don't raise taxes." However, your taxes go up because he cuts funding to cities to balance the budget. He didn't raise taxes but he did.
• High -- Minnesota is finally sending its first woman to the U.S. Senate: Amy Klobuchar.
  
• High -- Nancy Pelosi, a real fighter, will likely be the first woman leader of the House of Representatives.
• High -- Minnesota is sending Keith Ellison, a big fighter for the poor, to Washington. He will be the first Muslim in Congress!
  

Sanders Says

Tim Sanders has a great post on the importance of down time. The voice of reason and successful business speaks. Being a workaholic isn't helpful! A preview (highlighting is mine):

Don't check your email this weekend

Unless you are on a project that REQUIRES your digital availability tomorrow or Sunday, blow off email.

It can wait until Monday.

Let the laptop sit in your briedcase, unopened.

If you fully commit your off time to being off, you'll find more energy on Monday -- and everybody will get more quality and quantity from you too.

Grand Poobah explained

I was jokingly referring to a colleague as Grand Poobah the other day and wondered, where did that come from?

Grand Poobah is a term that originates from Gilbert and Sullivan's The Mikado. In this operetta, the haughty character Pooh-Bah holds numerous exalted offices, including Lord Chief Justice, Master of the Buckhounds, Lord High Auditor, Groom of the Back Stairs, and Lord High Everything Else. The name has come to be used as a mocking title for someone self-important or high-ranking and who exhibits an inflated self-regard.

I used to work in a consulting firm. This word, in its mocking form, would fit many of the partners there. Some were a particularly weird combo -- inflated self-regard with an insatiable need for attention and acceptance. It could be tiring.

Strauss on the brain

For some reason, unknown to my conscious mind, the song going through my head this morning is Emperor Waltz by Johann Strauss. I haven't heard it in ages but it's there in all it's waltzy beauty, a beautifully accompanying my work.

Poetry

I'm not a big fan of poetry. It is often very inaccessible to me. But Billy Collins I like! Thanks to EclectChick for introducing me to this former poet laureate. His poem, "The Dead," is just wonderful. You can hear it read on EclectChick's blog entry for Oct. 31. "Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House" is also quite lovely and very funny.

Halloween!

What a fun Halloween! I took two of my nieces trick-or-treating. It was horribly cold and windy but they didn't mind. They got a huge candy haul. When I was little you'd get one, maybe two, pieces at each house. Not so anymore. They would get wads of candy at each house.

My witch's hat wouldn't stay on because of the wind so I wore a stocking cap instead. I didn't look much like a witch then so I said I worked at the Starbucks in Uptown. You can only see one of the girls here. The other one is too easily identifiable in her princess costume (the Web sometimes attracts too many freaks for full identification of children).



Sophie had many little hands touching her and urging her to her tricks. And of course, there was Billy. It's like a World Wrestling Federation match when Billy and Sophie get together. It's all in fun but they can sound quite ferocious. It used to scare the kids but now they yell "dog fight!"

Dumb criminals

From Reuters:

BERLIN (Reuters) - A careless burglar in Germany left behind a vital clue at a break-in when he sliced off the end of a finger and left it behind, police said on Monday.

"We usually find fingerprints at the crime scene, but it's not every day that thieves leave the original there too," said a spokesman for police in the central town of Hildesheim.

Police wasted no time in matching the piece of finger with existing prints they had from a 15-year-old of Iraqi origin.

The youth initially denied breaking and entering into an office to steal a computer but confessed when police produced the digital remnant, which had been severed on a broken window.

"I don't know if the fellow asked for it (the fingertip) back afterwards," the police spokesman said.

Halloween and pie

Tonight I get to take two of my nieces trick-or-treating. About a week ago the oldest, Tori, called me and asked me what my costume would be. She really wanted me to dress up so I asked her what I should be. After a moment's pause, she said "A witch!" She then went on to say that they had a witch's dress and hat in their toy box.

My brother, their Dad, really likes pecan pie. So I baked this last night. It's not as puffy as it was when it came out of the oven. But I love how the pecans line up and get shiny on the top.

Lovely Lied (song)

This song is actually quite sad, but I really like it. The music is so crooner like. It's really romantic and swoony. It's called "Ich atme ein," which means I inhale, and is sung by Roger Cicero. I haven't watched the whole video, I just listen to the song. It's not on iTunes. Grumble, grumble. Bonus for German speakers or wanna-bes like me -- he enunciates very well.

Annoying Monday

This morning I really wanted coffee so I made some in my lovely presspot. The coffee at work tastes really bitter. You need about 1/2 milk to make it drinkable.

Traffic was horrid I wasn't paying to close attention to my coffee cup. It tipped over and spilled all over the passenger seat before I noticed. A nice coffee puddle. This was especially nice since I am carpooling today. Sally had to sit in the backseat. All the way to work the lovely coffee smell taunted me as it soaked into the seat.

Cool quote

Today I heard that Red Auerbach died. He was the president of the Boston Celtics basketball team. Earlier he was the coach. Normally I wouldn't record that here. I'm not a basketball fan. However, one of the people interviewed about him noted this quote that Auerbach used in reference to coaching:

It's not what you say, it's what they hear.

I just love that. True on many levels.

Car washing

When Sophie and I were out on a walk today, I saw a man washing his car in his driveway. This is not that unusual. However, he was rinsing off the car using a garden watering can. It looked very funny and I'm sure it took a very long time to rinse the car.

German makeover

I thought this story about the German national soccer team was quite interesting. Even though the World Cup is over, the team is still making news. I'm going to begin lobbying Netflix as soon as the film comes out on DVD.

German Players Coached in Tactics for Formal Occasions

Clean-cut Germany coach Joachim Löw decided it's not enough for his players to look good when they're on the pitch and decided to turn the team into an orderly troupe of well-groomed personalities off the field as well.

Bastian Schweinsteiger looked the perfect gentleman as he stood in a smart suit and fashionable scarf next to Chancellor Angela Merkel on the film premiere's red carpet.

The young Bayern Munich midfielder, like his teammates in the German national team squad, is cutting sophisticated and stylish figures off the pitch these days.

What happens off the field was the subject of a much-hyped documentary "Deutschland. Ein Sommermärchen" (Germany: A Summer's Tale). Released in early October, the documentary focuses on the players' personal lives by concentrating on scenes in the team's hotel and on the bus as well as their reaction to the massive enthusiasm that engulfed Germany during the World Cup.