I picked up The Literature of American History: A Bibliographical Guide (1902, reprinted 1966) and was skimming through the section on “Educational History,” and came across these two titles (grabbed screen shots at Archive dot org). Here’s the blurb in The Literature of American History: Together these two works, which are really companions, present a
I like technology just as much as the next country mouse but if you turn your life over to something over which you– you— do not have ultimate control, you deserve working up a sweat walking up the steps in your non-air conditioned apartment to physically check on your spawn.
Today I yanked out the green peas and Mr. Big Food and I shelled what I’d harvested this week. He’s already planed several meals of peas for next week. Sitting at the kitchen table watching the errant pea fall to the floor, I was reminded of Miss M’s first experience shelling black eyed peas years
Mr. Big sent me an article yesterday with the subject line “the return of the primitive.” He should have said, “the return of the idiocy.” The article, Cool Your Home Without Air Conditioning, was originally published in Popular Science. It is very much like all other PS articles that I happen upon. Its tone is
I posted the following on October 2, 2013. Reposting it in its entirety (though reformatted) for the Memorial Day weekend, 2019. Ernie Pyle was an American journalist and war correspondent. A quick perusal of Brave Men confirms that he wrote from the perspective of the common soldier. A few snippets from Chapter 35, “A Last Word”: This final
I’m pleased to report that arrived back at Farther Along Farm without incident. Not that there weren’t plenty of incidents, but none kept us from arriving home safely. We left in good time. Saw the big digger at the edge of the cotton field as soon as we turned onto the road. As we approached,
Author’s Introduction: Imagine if Homer, Virgil, Dante, Chaucer, and the other great poets of ancient Greece, Rome, and the Middle Ages had been given the gift, not only to peer into the twenty-first century, but to correspond with we who live in that most confusing and rudderless of centuries. Had it been in their power
A perplexing riddle affecting dozens of families in the Cleveland area has finally been solved, but not before weeks of wreaking havoc on people who – bizarre as it sounds – were unable to open their car and garage doors. Car Keys Mysteriously Stopped Working in This Small Ohio Town, And We Now Know Why
I am confused about something. I’ve been doing some research regarding an upcoming purchase of a couple to things involving electricity. Customer service at the company seems not to understand my question, and the more I tried figuring out the answer to my particular question, the more I wanted to learn the general principles underlying
This post is dedicated to the geezers– young and old (said very affectionately)– who think the end of Western Civilization is nigh. Don’t get me wrong, I share your sentiments. When we have a national conversation about KFC in the halls of congress, all is most certainly not well. I have spent the last 20
Oh. It’s become silly alright! Well beyond silly if you ask me.
Thursday evening’s videos showed clouds to the east– the rain we’d had an hour or so earlier. This photo is the beginning of a little squall line that blessed us with an evening shower. Years ago, I took up bird watching– even bought the National Audubon Society Field Guide. It told me that every year
For years now, a blue heron has had a nest at the northeast corner of The Lake. Nothing quite like watching a blue heron fly up out of the grass near the water. I can see it perched on a dead tree truck on the far shore (bottom left photo). [Photos taken on my Nikon
Ace dot mu dot nu IMHO only the first of these makes any sense.
I had been alternately diddling inside and out, and thinking and writing about preparedness. I came inside, sat down at my desk and refreshed American Digest. For a split second, I did not understand. And then I typed drudge… . I hit the top link– there were only three at the time– and looked at
Kat & Tony’s weekly newsletter from Penang, Malaysia, mentioned natural disasters and survival. They noted that most “survival situations” are resolved within 72 hours. (Mississippi’s Emergency Management agency’s motto is “The first 72 are on you.”) They also linked a video from Uncharted Supply Company promoting a bug out bag (BOB), Seventy2. As I have
“We’re not going to have coffee in 30 years to grow where it grows right now so we try to start growing it in other places and learn how to grow it ourselves,” he said. “And that’s the backup plan for caffeine.” STARKVILLE Daily News https://www.starkvilledailynews.com/entertainment/the-people-s-cup-looks-to-brew-coffee-appreciation/article_65cf19a8-526c-11e9-b6ad-6f180de5f27e.html That’s the plan, Stan.
Flout: verb (used with object) to treat with disdain, scorn, or contempt; scoff at; mock: to flout the rules of propriety. Flaunt: verb (used with object) to parade or display ostentatiously: to flaunt one’s wealth.
… to the soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy during a campaign stop… No. It does not matter that I *know* what the author of that sentence *meant.* That someone can write that– let alone (presumably) re-read it– and not be aware that it is f*cked is almost beyond belief. But I live in