INTERIOR: 1st story– kitchen and breakfast nook with vinyl flooring, enhanced by stabilizing brick. Split-level 2nd story– living and dining room with wall-to-wall carpet. 3rd story carpeted loft– overlooks dining room, scenic view of Big House’s back door, can serve as storm shelter.
EXTERIOR: Cedar paneling with (tattered) Roman shade decorative element. Two layer water- and wind-proof roof (water proof layer not visible). Concrete block patio with whimsical outdoor art work. Not captured in photos, roof-top flag pole with American flag.
Soliciting bids for routine Springtime maintenance.
(Like everything else around the joint, Tiger’s condo needs some work.”
The Literature of American History: A Bibliographical Guide, J.N. Larned, ed., Frederick Ungar Publishing Co., New York, 1902. Republished in 1966 in the American Classics Series.
In Part III– The United States, Section 2: Comprehensive History, we find the entry for “Hawthorne, Julian. United States: From the Landing of Columbus to the Signing of the Peace Protocol with Spain Volume I. N.Y.: P.F. Collier. 1898. 3v. Subs. $5.” followed by a description of the books’ contents, and a bit of critical evaluation regarding the book’s worth.
So my next question is, “Who the heck is Hawthorne?” I don’t usually find ‘patterings of summer showers’ in history books, and I know the only Hawthorne I know didn’t write it.
There’s some good stuff at that post– who doesn’t like Joseph Warren? Give it a quick look, funny stuff on Julian Hawthorne, too– including his desire to eliminate incarceration (guess why!).
Critical evaluation of Hawthorne’s history:
“The style is that of a series of essays, verbose, dramatic, often lacking chronological order, and presupposing no little familiarity with the general facts. Represents the extreme “popular historical writing which aims to be readable rather than scholarly. A maximum of military and a minimum of political and social history. Stock illustrations and entirely imaginary. Volumes divided into equal number of pages instead of by chapter. No references.”
Please to refer back up to the picture gallery. Top left, Front piece; Title page; Front matter; Contents; Illustrations; Whatever that page is called; and then picking right up in mid-sentence where volume II left off, “with outlawed fugitives from other tribes… .”
I searched for Tiger. (The first 9 or so are explicitly about Tiger’s becoming part of our One Big Redneck Family.) Turns out he found us in May of ’15. Scrawny little thing– hobbling, so malnourished his eyes were crossed. Not truly feral as he clearly wanted to “enter our personal sphere” (as ghostsniper would say). After Miss M nursed him back to something resembling health, we took him to the vet who explained that the moving nodules under his skin were BB pellets.
He’s come a long way.
On account of the coyotes, and the fact that he’s a (fixed) lover, not a fighter, he cannot deal with the truly feral cats who pass through The Farm from time to time. So come sundown, we tuck him into the workshop, and depending on the weather and temperature, let him out at some point in the morning. If it’s too cold (he has a double-walled insulated box pointed at the south facing window) or too hot (the workshop has a window unit A/C set at a pleasant 75F) he stays in there most of the day.
Today was rainy, but neither too cold nor too hot, so Tiger spent most of the day hanging out on the patio which connects, by way of a common roofline, the Big House and the Bunkhouse. Some years ago, Daughter C designed and built a 3-story condominium on the patio for Tiger. The lowest floor has vinyl tile, the two upper floors are carpeted. This is Tiger’s refuge when a quick storm blows up. The condo has its own patio within a patio.
Three things of note about Tiger’s day.
One: The Sheep. I am trying to make friends with The Sheep. They are now eating out of my hands. I went into their pasture yesterday and they came bounding toward me! Today I went to a different spot along the fence and called them. Again, they came! They ate out of my hands. And then they startled and backed away. Tiger. Tiger meowing and wanting to eat the sheep pellets I’m feeding the sheep. Like Tiger is starving to death, as he once was. They will settle into a pattern. I’ll feed the sheep, Tiger will eat from the Tupperware containing sheep food, and the sheep will ignore Tiger.
Two: Tiger has an interesting relationship with Rocky. Rocky ignores Tiger except when Tiger rubs against Rocky’s backside as Rocky is doing his late evening business. Tiger? What were you thinking? Missy to the rescue.
Three: See above. Tiger so wants to be inside and that is not going to happen. Mr. Big Food collected his stuff and moved from the Bunkhouse into the kitchen and no one noticed that Tiger had snuck in until Rocky noticed that Tiger was feasting on his– Rocky’s– leftovers. And then all hell broke loose.
Reposted from February 12, 2015. As I commented, I am not a huge fan of Lincoln (don’t like Douglas at all). That said, I’d rather recognize Lincoln on Lincoln’s birthday than recognize that amorphous groups, Presidents, next Monday.
I don’t generally comment on Lincoln’s Birthday because I’m just not a Lincoln fan (though Lincoln-Douglas is interesting reading if you like that sort of thing) but this is the second time today I’ve randomly come across something related to Lincoln.
If you can’t read the caption, the speaker is “poet and Lincoln biographer Carl Sandburg.” He’s eulogizing Lincoln in front of a joint session of Congress on the occasion of the 150th anniversary of Lincoln’s birth, February 12, 1959. Four Supreme Court Justices are seated in the front row (left-right Potter Stewart, Charles Evans Whittaker, William Brennan, Jr., and John Marshall Harlan).
Earlier today I picked up America: God Shed His Grace on Thee (Robert Flood,1975) and learned that Lincoln knew scripture but was not a church-goer.
Thus conclude my thoughts on Lincoln this day.
Oh good Lord. He’s everywhere! I’m skimming through the Book-of-the-Year and there he is again under “Stamp Collecting.”
But there are times when cooking needs to be a smaller part of my Monday than usual. Not that the recipes I mentioned above are terribly time consuming, but they take a more of an investment than heating up a can of pork & beans!
Supper was good. It was fun! tonight Mr. Big Food is making He Man Casserole! This is a Big Food Favorite! Love it!
1large fryer3-4 lbs, “boiled with some onion and celery,” skin and bones removed and discarded, meat left in chunks, 1 ½ C stock reserved
1can cream of celery soup
Preheat oven to 350o. Combine reserved stock, chicken meat, soup, salt, and pepper. Mix together flour and milk. Dot the bottom of a 3 quart flat casserole with butter, pour in flour-milk mixture, and spread out evenly over bottom. Spoon chicken mixture over flour mixture, add egg slices, and bake 1 hour.
Preheat oven to 375o. Place one pie crust in round, deep baking dish. Bake 5-7 minutes and remove from oven to cool. Place potatoes and carrots in boiling water and cook until vegetables are almost tender. Add peas and corn, and continue cooking until all vegetables are tender. Drain. Melt butter in Dutch oven or stock pot, and whisk in flour and poultry seasoning. Gradually add chicken broth and cook, stirring, until bubbly. Gently toss in boiled vegetables, cheese, chicken, and seasoning. Spoon mixture into partially baked pie crust. Top with reaming crust and flute edges. Cut slits in top crust for steam to escape. Bake 35-40 minutes. (You may need to place a piece of aluminum foil under baking dish to catch any drippings that bubble over during baking.)
and as Daughter C and The J-Man no longer live here on the Farm…, I was obligated to do those 3*45 minute trips between the Mill and the Farm in order to run and feed the dogs, let Tiger out, etc.
3*45 = 3 hours. Of the 14 talks, I missed three entirely, and was only present for the Q&A on two. So by my calculations, I missed about 3:45 worth of content. (My trips to The Farm were strategically planned to coincide with with long breaks.)
But I took notes! Here is what I learned.
[Aside. As with every academic discipline– indeed, the population of every exchange of knowledge between one individual and another– the quality of talks at philosophy conferences is almost always normally distributed. That is, some talks are stinkers, some are really good, and the rest are right there in the middle, minding their own business and having no influence whatsoever other than maybe helping Joe Blow get tenure in virtue of the fact that Joe Blow’s talk at the MPA is another notch in his CV, putting him over some arbitrary threshold of his department’s review/promotion/&tenure documents.)
What did I learn? Actually, quite a lot!
TALK 1: Strategic Presentism is the term for everything I loathe about the re-writing of history according to the “modern day” outlook. C.f., the idea that homemaking is drudgework, although that wasn’t the domain under investigation. Also, “showmanship” is no substitute for scholarship.
TALK 2: Objects are real. It was a grad student talk about Spinoza. Good for him for making it onto the program.
Talk 3:The Iroquois influenced the writing of the Constitution of the United States of America and therefore, the Great Law of Peace needs to be taught alongside Locke. Some little commentary is in order. In biology, the terms “homologous” and “analogous” mean something. So, too, it shouldn’t be surprising that thoughtful folk come up with similar ideas in very different contexts. Note to parents sending children off to college. Check for rubbish in syllabi. I’m not discounting what the Iroquois figured out in the 1700s. I’m discounting its influence on American history, given 1216.
Presidential Address. “Well Bing: Past, Present, and Future” This was a challenging talk because I know its author to be a serious person who looks critically at the results of studies that make their way into the popular culture as “Gross National Happiness” and conclude that all of us here in the good old US of A are seriously depressed on account of the fact that we are living in traumatic times. It’s complicated by the fact that its author thinks we live in the worst of times.
I have to say, sometimes Mr. Big Food surprises me. Rather than going for the jugular, his– the first question– tried to get her to appreciate the folk psychological failings of the project. I followed up with a comment about how the data were being presented in popular media. Presented in a way to promote the idea that no one is happy. (It’s a graph thing.)
That was Saturday.
I had hoped to make my way though today’s comments, but I– sigh– realize that after 3*45 miles, I’m tired.
There was an awesome talk about archives and historical research today.
Check it out on the biggest screen you have. It updates about every 10 secs. or so. Scroll around, too. Zoom in! What fun! And to think… soon the skies will be empty as will the map. (Though I think there’s a setting to track gliders.)
For every observable property φ conceived by us to be an objective feature of the world, we must concede the possibility that φ be sensorily detected by means other than the particular means used by us.
Paul Churchland, Scientific Realism and the Plasticity of Mind, Cambridge University Press, London, 1979.
Looking for something completely different, I stumbled upon this– a note I must have written nearly 20 years ago. Which led me to this, from the same crappy old book.
The book is a classic in the philosophy of mind, but we’ll set aside its grander– and finer– points to focus on a little exercise you can do just after sundown on a starry night.
The premise is that, if asked, each of us could draw out and explain the organization of our solar system– as in Fig. 2. But,
One only need do two things in order to experience this “gestalt shift,” which Churchland calls, “rather striking.”
Rather striking is an understatement. For me– and I done this many times and it’s always the same– a knee buckles, and I spontaneously shift my weight. The Girls and everyone else I know who have done this experience something similar.
So what must one do? 1) Become familiar with what a few of the planets look like in the night sky, as compared to the stars. This is easy. “They stand out like beacons.” Their colors and intensities make them readily recognizable (see Fig.1). 2) Change– or be prepared to change– your conception of what your horizontal plane of reference is. In other words, be prepared to think not of our earthly, local horizon, but of that of the ellipses of the plants revolving around the sun (Fig. 3 below).
I understand. We weren’t actually together speaking of math, but Rocky & I were, so… .
77 – 29 = 48. A 48 degree drop in temperature from yesterday afternoon to this morning. More layers!
And speaking of math– I witnessed the most amazing thing yesterday at the SuperLu. (That’s the SuperValu grocery in town but the ‘a’ and ‘l’ on the sign don’t light up anymore.) A fellow in front of me purchased something for $2.49. Total cost to him– including his $0.17 contribute to the Sovereign State of Mississippi– was $2.66. He handed the youngish woman (late 20s?) a 50 dollar bill and she promptly entered $5.00 as the amount tendered.
Typically, these sorts of mistakes would require the young cashier to reach for the PA system mic and say, “Joanne, come up front to check, please,” so that the rest of the folks in line could be dealt with as quickly as possible while the consequences of the mistake were being sorted out. Often, this would require the more senior cashier– who in this case was bagging– to herself reach for the mic and say, “Manager assistance needed on register one.”
But that’s not what happened! The young cashier looked at the screen, realized her mistake, and started out by getting four pennies out of the drawer, “seventy,” a nickel, “seventy-five,” a quarter, “three,” … “four, five… and fifty.”
She did it again as she counted it out into the fellow’s outreached hand, just to be sure, she said.
It is true. I was just putting Tiger up in the Workshop and the wind, which had been blowing for several days up from the Gulf on account of a large high pressure system sitting first in the Gulf and now just off the eastern seaboard, has changed direction. Also, it is no longer 77 degrees!
Daffodils are up all over the place, but I might have to wear a coat tomorrow.
In my opinion– and given my experiences– sweet potatoes are among the easiest and more prolific vegetable plants. And homegrown heirloom sweet potatoes are just so much better than store bought. So I was very very excited to get an email from our pals at New Hope Seed Company announcing that they would be offering sweet potato slips this year!
[New Hope Seed (located just north of Memphis) has unfortunately, but understandably had to scale back in recent years. Their heirloom seeds are now available at Victory Seed. Still, I cannot recommend this two-person operation more highly, nor can I suggest more strongly that you give it your support. I reviewed New Hope several years ago.]
I few random thoughts… .
If you have limited space– say just a balcony or small raised bed– you can still grow sweet potatoes. Just get the biggest pot you can afford, and plant two-three slips per pot, or about a foot apart in your plot. If growing in a pot, harvest by tipping it over! The smallest quantity of slips available is 12— so share with a neighbor! Growing and harvesting information at New Hope, though there’s no mention of growing in pots. You’ll have to take my ford for it.
What is this “slip” of which you speak? A slip is a little plant!
New Hope ships living plants according to estimated shipping dates– and note that they pay attention to the weather. Shipping can be a bit delayed if there’s a freak cold spell in your area. Unpack the box. Stick ’em water to allow them to perk up. Plant when ready. I’m ashamed to say I have kept slips in water weeks before I got around to planting them!
Shipping is free! So check out New Hope Seed Company! Heirloom tobacco seeds and plants also available. Tobacco is a beautiful plant, by the way. Lovely flowers.
“My children are always saying such dreadful things to each other– derogatory personal remarks that I consider downright rude. They, and sometimes my wife, call them “just teasing.” What would you consider the polite side of teasing, and where, even in a family is it just nastiness?
“Insulting is such a favorite human pastime that it is always creeping up again under one supposedly virtuous name or another — teasing, honesty, helpfulness.
“The rule about proper teasing is this: If it has to do with something the person can’t help, such as physical appearance, it is only allowable if the characteristic is obviously much admired. If it has to do with behavior, it must be behavior of which the doer is, however bashfully, proud. … In other words, family teasing is designed to take note of the successes and idiosyncrasies that make one beloved, not the traits that have been driving everyone crazy.
“Exactly! Though he ended up naming it ‘The Many Fabled Vase’ to thank everyone– including you, Missy!– who named his vase,” Marica explained. “Anyway, that’s what I wanted to talk with you about.”
“Ruff ruff ruff,” Rocky mumbled as he picked up his British detective novel and settled into his corner of the futon. He much preferred it when Marica wanted to talk about statistics or probability theory.
“See, The Alchemist has put out another ‘Name that Vase’ call, and I can’t come up with a thing, Missy, so I wondered if you’d take a look if you have the time?”
“Oh Marica! I’d be delighted,” Missy exclaimed. “I simply love The Arts! I find deep and abiding creative inspiration looking at the work of The Masters– and our friend The Alchemist is surely one if ever there was one! Why, just the other day I was leafing through the works of Too Loose la Track. Ah the post-expressionists! What a … Oh! Oh my!” she said and cleared her throat. “Apologies for running on, Marica. May I see the vase?”
“Impressionists, Missy. But whatever. Here it is,” Marica adjusted the screen so Missy could see. “What do you think?”
“Stunning!” Missy gasp. “Just stunning, and so unique– I’m absolutely awestruck.”
“I know. It’s something, isn’t it? Do you think you could come up with a name for it?” Marica asked.
“This beautiful piece certainly deserves a decidedly original name. Not an undertaking to be undertook lightly, I should think. Humm…,” Missy thought for a minute. “I believe I need some time to think more carefully about this, Marica. Some little piece of an idea is nestled at the base of my brain but I cannot coax it out to the fore, if you know what I mean.”
“Well, take some time. See what you can come up with,” Marica said as she walked back into the dining room to continue her homemaking.
“All of my friends are going away for the holidays. I won’t have anyone to play with or invite over. This happens every time we have a vacation, and lots of times on weekends. Everybody goes to visit his father in nice places, and I have to stay home because my parents aren’t divorced. Also, they get more presents.”
“That is hard, and Miss Manners sympathizes with you, but you have to learn that life is hard and we can’t always get what we want. Your parents have their own lives to live, and if they insist on finding happiness with each other, you have to accept and respect that, no matter how deeply you feel it interferes with your having a normal life like your friends. …
I watched the SotU address on CSpan– whose apolitical scenes are more politically charged than I’d remembered. Cutting to The Ladies in White while talking about The Virginia Governor was … politically inspired.
My take on the general point. What’s wrong with wanting to do well? What’s wrong with wanting to associate with those who do well?
Policy-wise, I could debate some issues. But good job reminding folks what it means to be an American.
The recipe is from The Creative Cooking Course: A Complete Course in the Art of Cooking with 1200 Recipes and 2500 Color Photos edited by Charlotte Turgeon (Weathervane Books, New York, 1973). I wrote briefly about this crappy old cookbook– which weighs seven pounds– way back in the beginning of Bigfoodetc. We have never had a dish from Creative Cooking wasn’t beyond our expectations. I’ve posted 50 recipes and I can assure you we’ve had more than those. I see there’s only one left at Amazon. Better hurry!