From Internet Archive! Here’s the page.
From Internet Archive! Here’s the page.
From Internet Archive! Here’s the page.
A friend of Mr. Big Food’s Dad drove through Georgetown, Texas the other day and shared these photos with friends. Mr. Big Food’s Dad passed them along, and I thought you might enjoy them as well.
It was both, eerie and uplifting, our trek into town. We needed to get a break out of our four walls, put the dog in the car and drove to downtown-Georgetown, a mere 12 miles away. At an empty gas station, we topped off the tank at $1.42/gallon, I can’t recall rock-bottom prices like that over the past 20 years. The streets were deserted, the always bustling Courthouse Square presented ‘eine gähnende Leere’, a yawning void. Only one bearded fellow on a bench was staring into his smart phone. At the library there were no playing children and their doting mothers, no old folks picking up books – just a large stark sign ‘Closed!’. We dropped our DVDs into the box and drove into ‘old town’, passing dozens of closed shops and restaurants.
What a wonderful surprise – the Red Poppy season, normally a Georgetown festival with thousands of visitors from close and afar, was still on, only without the people! The poppies sparkled in full crimson bloom, especially on Pine street, and I had my camera ready…..
Born this day in 1858, De Wolf Hopper.
This is a great one! De Wolf was the man who made “Casey at Bat” famous, and became famous because of his rendition of the poem. The whole thing a series of “at the right place” moments. Wikipedia article (which needs help) on him here.
Here’s the Casey at Bat website.
Here’s the text of the poem, also with an audio rendition (not De Wolf Hopper).
I have done my best to recreate that sentence as it appears in this 1960 Home Economics text. The student underlined (in red!), and counted the three essential elements to a good dinner. Why “high food standards” was not counted, I cannot say.
There were two previous editions, 1951 and 1955. To me this edition looks more like the 50s than the coming 60s– at least in terms of Home Econ books.
It’s quite funny today. In the family photos of mealtime, Dad is always wearing a suit and tie. Even at lunch. If you were home for lunch, wouldn’t you take your jacket off?
Mom is dressed nicely, too. I suppose that’s because Dad’s home for lunch.
Kids naturally are smiling. There are no thought bubbles indicating what they really think. Probably because Dad’s home for lunch and you don’t want to piss Dad off when he’s home for lunch.
And milk. My Lord there was a lot of milk drunk.
I have some problems with Home Economics in general, but as we have more pressing problems, I will set those aside and note that most Home Econ texts do in fact have good menu ideas. I mean, doesn’t this sound good– the most popular “natural combination” dinner menu of 1960?
Favorite “Natural Combination” Dinner
Apple Pie à la mode
I see the 1950 edition of Family Meals and Hospitality is available at Internet Archive.
Liberated this day in the year 1536, Bonnivard (The Guide to Reading: The Pocket University Volume XXIII. 1925. (2 ns))
François Bonivard (or Bonnivard; 1493–1570) was a nobleman, ecclesiastic, historian, and Geneva patriot at the time of the Republic of Geneva. His life was the inspiration for Lord Byron‘s 1816 poem The Prisoner of Chillon. He was a partisan of the Protestant Reformation, and by most accounts was a libertine, despite his vocation. [That infallible source (2020) (1 n but allows for 2)]
This is one of those stories on which I could waste nearly an entire day.
But they [citizens of Geneva, 1520-30s] would not because of past favors submit to present wrongs, especially to the wrong which freeborn man most resents, the loss of his freedom. Hence, Geneva read the situation with other eyes than the house of Savoy, and resolved not to change its religion but to preserve its liberty.The Cambridge Modern History Volume II: The Reformation (1934) (1 n)
What is at issue is the tension (that might be putting it too mildly) between Geneva and the Duchy of Savoy regarding religion, morals, and other things. You may have heard of the Huguenots, a term “the French corrupted” from the German, Eidgenossen— oath comrade (Cambridge Modern History).
One of the leaders of the movement was Bonnivart.
… a humanist with the gift of speech and letters, a kind of provincial Erasmus, with a graphic pen and a faculty for witty epigram, yet with a courage that neither the fear not the experience of prison could damp.Cambridge Modern History
Lots of folks in this story with extremely strong convictions, or none whatsoever. In 1526 the businessmen of Geneva established a council of 200 and from them, a Small Council of Twenty-Five. These were the guys who in fact ruled according to how they saw fit, “frequently flouting the authority of bishop [nominal ruler of Geneva] and duke [ruler of the Duchy] alike (The Story of Civilization VI The Reformation (1957) (2 n’s). Eventually, the bishop sent troops to take control and, in 1930, they seized Bonnivart and imprisoned him in the dungeon of the castle of Chillon.
As there always is, there’s a lot going on in this history. At some point Calvin shows up. And then more zealous ministers. Looks as if Bonnivart is perpetually in trouble with someone or other. Here’s a good one:
Bonnivart, too joyous in his liberty, was warned to end his licentious ways.The Story of Civilization VI The Reformation
He was, what we would have called him back in the day, a playboy. He was married four times. Read the Wikipedia article. He was a scoundrel! And the
crappy old books back this up. “… too joyous in his liberty… “
On this day in 1918 Foch was made Commander of Allied Armies.
Who knew? That infallible source:
Ferdinand Foch (French: [fɔʃ]; 2 October 1851 – 20 March 1929) was a French general and military theorist who served as the Supreme Allied Commander during the First World War. An aggressive, even reckless commander at the First Marne, Flanders, and Artois campaigns of 1914–1916, Foch became the Allied Commander-in-Chief in late March 1918 in the face of the all-out German spring offensive, which pushed the Allies back using fresh soldiers and new tactics that trenches could not contain. He successfully coordinated the French, British and American efforts into a coherent whole, deftly handling his strategic reserves. He stopped the German offensive and launched a war-winning counterattack. In November 1918, Marshal Foch accepted the German cessation of hostilities and was present at the armistice of 11 November 1918.
I am going to spend exactly five minutes wandering around my
crappy old poetry books and books about authors looking for Burr. … Making progress. Twentieth Century Authors: A Biographical Dictionary of Modern Literature (1942) has pointed me to Anna Robeson Brown Burr.
It is most likely she, but I can’t find the poem (?) “Fall In.” That title is not among her novels’ titles.
And time’s up.
Stay well and keep reading!
Quick preface. It has come to my attention that I am not a videographer. Or perhaps I do better with an actual video camera rather than a phone. There are problems and I will try my best to correct them next time we go on a walk. Meanwhile– I hope you enjoy the birds, at least!
Keep in mind that this is private property owned by ordinary folks. So don’t expect a “green space” or state park!
The second one isn’t playing well for me. But the rest are.
I know, I really need to point the camera is a different direction! Sorry.
Rewatching in sequence, I think what happened. When I zoom in, I active the second camera (??) and that’s why the shots look so panoramic?? thoughts?
Maybe next time I’ll take a real camera.
SueK finds a good one I missed.
This is good but still lacking. What it desperately needs is about 1″ of water on the street and a guy with a water hose pointed at a really big industrial sized box fan spewing a deluge of stormy “rain” at the dude who can barely stand up against the tropical storm force wind.
From Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
is only a day away.
The Good Lord Willing and Weather Permitting, I’m taking a stroll to the Hidden Pasture tomorrow. With the Dogs.
Won’t you join me? Check back tomorrow late morning.
Thackeray’s “Thorns in the Cushion, Pt. 1“
I got sort of bogged down in that, so I thumbed through some of the “Sketches” in Selected Works of William Makepeace Thackeray Including The History of Henry Esmond, Esq., The Four Georges, London Travels and Sketches (The Book League of America, New York. 1942). Several made me smile.
This looks interesting. Remember, GDRs can be read in 15-30 minutes.
Stay well and keep reading!
A blog I follow– Open Your Eyes Too!— is owned and operated by Lisa and her husband. They like to travel. (They are birders, too.) And though they are dutifully at home washing their hands and sanitizing their mail, Lisa continues to post travelogues of past adventures. Most recently, she takes us on a trip to Old Faithful.
Thought you might enjoy getting out of your house or apartment!
Yesterday we turned the page on a new week in the GDR calendar.
For whomever things were written aforetime were written for our knowledge.St. Paul
Born yesterday in 1859 A.E. Housman.
Alfred Edward Housman (/ˈhaʊsmən/; 26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936), usually known as A. E. Housman, was an English classical scholar and poet, best known to the general public for his cycle of poems A Shropshire Lad. Lyrical and almost epigrammatic in form, the poems wistfully evoke the dooms and disappointments of youth in the English countryside. Their beauty, simplicity and distinctive imagery appealed strongly to Edwardian taste, and to many early 20th-century English composers both before and after the First World War. Through their song-settings, the poems became closely associated with that era, and with Shropshire itself.
Housman was one of the foremost classicists of his age and has been ranked as one of the greatest scholars who ever lived. He established his reputation publishing as a private scholar and, on the strength and quality of his work, was appointed Professor of Latin at University College London and then at the University of Cambridge. His editions of Juvenal, Manilius and Lucan are still considered authoritative.
Did you catch that?
“… has been ranked as one of the greatest scholars who ever lived.”
I have a question.
Has been ranked by whom? And having been ranked by whom, what was his rank? Well… Mr. Amazon cites two sources for this claim, a quote from a book, and his biography at Poetry Foundation. From the book:
‘a man who turned out to be not only the great English classical scholar of his time but also one of the few real and great scholars anywhere at any time’. Charles Oscar Brink, English Classical Scholarship: Historical reflections on Bentley, Porson and Housman, James Clarke & Co, Oxford, Oxford University Press, New York, 1986 p.149
The biography at Poetry Foundation is quite interesting, as was his entry in the various encyclopedias I consulted. I came away disliking him and his scholarship after reading the PF entry. But then I came across something interesting in Twentieth Century Authors: A Biographical Dictionary of Modern Literature (1942, 1956). In 1877 he went off to St. John’s College, Oxford.
Apparently he went from being “gay, witty, lively, outgoing” to being “rigidly reserved, melancholy,” and reclusive. All in all it’s worth a read. The author of the entry says, “Housman was a really great scholar– the equal of Bentley… .” So now I know!
Here’s the story. Mr. Big Food is teaching two sections of Business Ethics this semester. It’s a service course. It’s not his area of expertise, but he’s good at it and he likes it, so he does it so that the junior faculty don’t have to. The students are mostly junior and senior business majors, with a couple of philosophy majors thrown in.
Mr. Big Food’s way of teaching business ethics divides the semester in two. First, they do some case study work (think Exxon Valdez or on the flip side, Birkenstock’s company model). The second part of the semester is devoted to decision theory– probability including Bayes, value, utility, etc. This is the fun stuff!
Classes started on Monday. Mr. Big Food is an excellent teacher but also a practical and not overly feel-good sort of guy. So he figured out how he was going to conduct class from his farm table desk back in the Bunkhouse without too terribly much fuss, but still be totally available for his students. (We even double checked his Skype abilities.) The first day went very well. Lots of discussion on the Canvas board. However, many of the students asked if there was a way for him to video the step-by-step problem solving.
This was an understandable request. Unless you happen to be someone who grasped the concept of negative integers before you turned four, seeing e.g., a Bayes Theorem problem worked out on the board is useful.
So when Mr. Big Food returned home from work– walked from the Bunkhouse into the Big House– he mentioned this to me and asked if we had a video camera.
This was funny to me because, as you can imagine, we have several iterations of video cameras laying around just in case we need a
crappy old video camera. But I simply replied, “Yes. There’s one in my pocket.”
Annnnd… we’re off!
Except that what I know about posting videos to Canvas is considerably less than what I know about using a
crappy old video camera. And the J-Man no longer lives here.
It is called a learning curve.
I learned one cannot capture a seven minute mov. file weighing in at about 700+Mb and expect to just lickedysplit upload it to Canvas!
I learned post-processing.
I learned “trim” in QuickTime was my friend.
I learned Handbrake is my newest friend. (Much to my delight, I discovered that I already have VLC which one must have if one wants Handbrake to function.)
I learned that Canvas cannot handle even a 20Mb mp4 file at 4 o’clock in the afternoon when all of the students are awake and on Canvas.
I learned, this morning at about 7 o’clock, that there’s a freaking limit to the total size of files that a professor can post on a Canvas site. A limit. Go figure.
I learned that YouTube stalls more than one would think. And it’s not just me. I consulted the internet and discovered there are a number of YouTube channels devoted to YouTube failures.
I also learned, during the first part of today’s video sessions, that Mr. Big Food is pretty good about keeping segments shorter rather than longer so I will not need to do so much post-processing.
I also want to comment that The Daughters were extremely helpful during this post-processing learning. We’re all in this together. There is some sweet family history associated with the chalk board, by the way.
Stay well and think about Bayes. Really quite fascinating stuff. Mr. Big Food gets positively excited sharing with his students how cool it is!
An email from Internet archive.
Let me remind you that I have, at last count, approx. 3430 crappy old books in my library. (Approx. Some titles slip in, fewer slip out, without begin properly recorded.)
I have been recently frustrated by not having the time to find some Guide to Daily Readings poems/essays among them– when I know they exist.
Let me just say that the best National Emergency Library you can have consists of three or four sets of encyclopedias offset by years and years.
I won a bunch of prizes writing about crappy old books and TEOTWAWKI. I’ll see if I can find the link. That will get you started.
Please feel free to share.
Bumped from earlier today.
Yesterday I was swamped doing thing that must be done. Bread turned out great, by the way– but that’s not what sidetracked me. More on that shortly.
Died yesterday, in the year 1882, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
The GDR honors him a choice of four daily readings.
If I had to choose one, it would be The Arrow and the Song. But your tastes may differ.
Today, for no reason that I can discern, is devoted to Benjamin Franklin.Continue reading