But nothing you can say– nothing you can offer– will persuade me to stay with DirecTV.
Can’t be done.
Have a nice day,
DirecTV/AT&T decided it/they didn’t want to renew its/their contract with our local ABC affiliate.
Our local ABC affiliate broadcasts college football games.
Once upon a time, we had a lot of choices.
That time has past.
But we can still choose between probably equally crappy satellite service providers, one of whom has chosen to be a big bully jerk to a little country mouse consortium of stations and one of whom who is picking up new customers like dead flies.
The team of fellows who came out to convert us to Dish was from Birmingham, Alabama.
Normally, we are in the Tupelo service area.
But on account of all of the folks getting ticked off at DIrecTV & the ABC college football thing, the Tupelo folks have had to call in the Alabama reserves.
There was a celebration here on The Farm yesterday! It was Jordan’s birthday!!
There was cake.
It was good.
(At some point you just have to let the adjective work for itself. We all know there are varying degrees of good. The Farm has its own standards of The Good. Based on those standards, this cake was SUPERLATIVELY GOOD!)
Matter of fact, danged good.
Oh shoot. Back to the sky.
It’s a very clear night. Here on the Farm, we can see the stars.
American and British politicians at the highest level appear to be engaged in a competition to see who can utter the most defiantly ill-informed, aggressively ignorant statements about precisely the issues that governments have traditionally regarded as life-and-death matters. Somehow, this brazen guilelessness – the shameless display of the failure to understand even the basic meanings of significant words – seems to be offered as a bond with the common man, as if not understanding complicated things was a measure of authenticity.
Our voters = The common man belonging to us who is so believing of ignorant statements.
Sheeze. I’m going to take “our dogs” out for their run and when we get back our dogs and I are going to have a little conversation about citizenship.
In a different world, my little blog would have a readership.
And when I wanted something to happen, I would post it on my blog and bingo-bamo people would be tripping over themselves to contribute.
That friend of Instapundit’s InstaDaughter did alright.
She got way more than the 5K she asked for.
You may not be aligned with Rod Dreher’s politics– I probably am more than I care to admit, but that doesn’t matter– folks in Louisiana need some help. Dreher points to some legit. places to send money, and continues to blog about what’s really happening in the aftermath of “The Storm” which shall go otherwise unnamed.
I noticed an SEC connection.
Here’s something LOL funny unless you live here–
Mississippi is the most charitable state in The Union.
The shameful display of naked partisanship by the elite media is unlike anything seen in modern America.
Maybe I just haven’t had enough coffee yet, but just what the heck is “modern America?” The country is … 2016 -1776… only 240 years old. Like, if we were talking about “modern philosophy” we’d be talking about something that’s danged close to 500 years old.
“Modern America.” Some people have no sense of history.
Neither words nor pictures describe what flooding is really like. If you haven’t seen it– or lived through it– you can’t really know. That said, if you’re interested keeping up with what’s happening on the ground in Louisiana, may I suggest you follow along with Rod Dreher’s life. Dreher is a writer and editor at The American Conservative. More importantly, he and his family live in St. Francisville, Louisiana. Real on the ground reporting. Flooding does not discriminate on the basis of political party (and Dreher is not a fan of Obama, Clinton, or Trump so it’s a safe space). Check it out.
Now, it should seem a matter of course to say that if you do not know who Michael Faraday and William Harvey are you have no business setting yourself up as a judge of a course in the history of science.
“Well, as you know, while you have been off reading about the Geeks, I have been… .”
“GReeks, Missy, not geeks. Rocky, don’t poke fun.”
“Oh my! But of course. I did know that. Slip of the tongue– I’ve been ever so worn out these last few weeks.”
“I did notice you’ve been slowing down a bit, Missy. Is everything alright?”
“And you, Rocky, are you well?”
“Well, that little Bebe is running me to death, Marica. She is so full of energy and all she wants to do is play and swim and catch that ball of hers. And she expects me to keep up with her. Bebe’s energy is boundless but alas, mine no longer is.”
“did i hear my name? is someone talking about me? whatdyasay? whadysay? huhhuh? who’s talkinabout me? whowhowho? did someone ‘fetch’? where’s the ball where’s the ball?”
“Good grief, Bebe, you sound like an owl. Hush your mouth now.”
“nobody ever wants to talk to me i’m just gonna go over here and chew on this old shoe someday you’ll be…”
“Bebe! Please! Now, Missy, you were saying…?”
“Thank you. While you have been reading about the GReeks, I have been perusing some back issues of our little weekly newspaper and I see that some school children cannot read. Can it be, Marica, that some children do not enjoy reading?”
“Sadly, it is true, Missy.”
“It’s enough to make me weep– if I were able– Marica.”
“I cannot imagine a life without Louisa, or, or … who wrote the Secret Garden, again? Or without Aesop or … that Little Mermaid fellow. Oh my! So sad.”
“I know, Rocky! What would you do without your British detective novels?”
“ilovetoread! oh my how i love love love to read! i just love to sit down with a good book i love to read and read and read why i think i’ll go read a good book right now i think i will i love to read.”
“Read to yourself, Bebe! Not out loud.”
“Please dear, read quietly.”
“okay okay okay okay what should i read what should i read….”
I think I mentioned that I have finished the Primer on Greek Literature.
The last chapter was on the Decadence. It was depressing. I did go back and read some of the primary literature from the earlier period (e.g., Demosthenes’ On the Crown, 330 B.C.), but I can’t stop thinking of the Decadence (~300-30 B.C.). Perhaps it’s because the World Out There keeps being decadent. IDK, maybe it’s just me.
Under the rule of Alexander’s Successors these new cities in Asia could not have the true life of old Greek cities, of which the soul was political independence. But in outward things they were Greek. Greek was the language generally spoken. Greek books were read and written. …
This civilization, Greek in its general character, but pervading people not exclusively Greek by race, is properly called Hellenism, which means, — not ‘being Hellenes’ or Greek, but– ‘doing like Hellenes;’ and as the adjective answering to Hellas is Hellenic, so the adjective answering to Hellenism is Hellenistic.
That’s from the introductory paragraphs to the Hellenistic literature.
The Hellenic literature was original; the Hellenistic literature was derivative.
I don’t like to do this because it is unseemly and unbecoming, but SNORT.
Hey! Americanistic screenwriters! I’m looking at you! I want to see Urban CowGirl on the small screen. Let’s all dress up in our jeans and hats and… . Aw Crap. We can’t ride mechanical bulls. Too dangerous. But it was funny 40 years ago.
We watched Rio Bravo this evening. An American film.
Daughter C and the J-Man made Green Chili Chicken Tortilla Soup for supper. It was amazing. Perfect for the movie. Thanks, guys!
We are quite sure that when the Romans invaded Greece they had their eating habits changed drastically. The Greeks were better bakers, for one thing, and the Greek slaves who were taken back to Rome taught the Romans to use several different flours in a single loaf instead of the one common flour that was used in Rome. I think this recipe is about as close as we can come to the flavors that were enjoyed during the early days. –Jeff Smith in The Frugal Gourmet Cooks Three Ancient Cuisines (1989)
This is one of the best breads I have ever made. Daughter C loved it! And it’s vegan! (Except, of course, if you object to letting yeast do the work of making delicious bread!)
ANCIENT ROMAN BREAD
makes 2-3 loaves
2 envelopes fast-rising yeast
2 1/2 cups tepid water
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 cup rye flour
unbleached white flour to make 2 pounds 3 ounces of total flour weight
1 tsp salt disolved in 1 Tbsp water
cornmeal for dusting baking sheet
Put the tepid water in your electric mixer bowl and dissolve the yeast.
Use a paper lunch sack [how quaint!] for weighing out the flour. Put the whole wheat and ry flours in the bag first, and then make up the weight with the white flour. Put 4 cups from the bag into the mixer and whip it for 10 minutes. Add the salted water. If you have a heavy mixing machine such as a KitchenAid, allow the dough hook to do the rest of the work. If not, you need to add the remaining flour by hand. Knead until the dough is smooth and elastic. [I do have a KitchenAid and it managed to work into all but about 1/2 cup of flour which I kneaded in by hand.]
Put the dough on a plastic counter [? tabletop worked just fine] and cover with an inverted stainless bowl. Allow it to rise once, punch it down, and allow to rise a second time. Punch down and form 2-3 loaves. I never use bread pans for this as they will ruin the crust. Place the loaves on baking sheets that have been dusted with cornmeal and allow to rise until double in bulk.
Bake in a 450° oven about 25 minutes or until the crust is golden and the loaf light to the touch. It should make a hollow sound when you thump your finger on the loaf.