Yeah, well the witches of old only had candles and nature at their disposal, and if they didn't have those, I'm sure they'd have found something else to use. Magic is adaptive, and these days we have technology and cell phones and if someone's magic uses emojis, then let them use fucking emojis. An emoji spell is just another type of sigil, which, I may add, is a relatively new form of magic that you traditionalists seem to love so much.
[I feel, based on my own reactions each time I think about the loss described here, like I should provide some kind of content-warning to avoid ruining someone's day if this is their nightmare fuel. But I'm really not sure what form this warning should take.]( Linda Ronstadt describes what she can't do. May be upsetting to artists. Many people may just calmly think 'oh, that's sad'. )
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2017-03-08:
"I found much that was alarming about being a citizen during the tenures of Richard Nixon and George W. Bush. But, whatever I may have seen as their limitations of character or intellect, neither was anything like as humanly impoverished as Trump is: ignorant of government, of history, of science, of philosophy, of art, incapable of expressing or recognizing subtlety or nuance, destitute of all decency, and wielding a vocabulary of seventy-seven words that is better called Jerkish than English." -- Philip Roth, novelist
(submitted to the mailing list by Mike Krawchuk)
On other words, I just spent thirty minutes trying to separate out a twenty-two second clip, upon which a small, intelligently moving orb appears to zip around and land on the MEL meter, sit there for a second and then fly off again.
So I get this clip separated out, and now I can play back the clip and blow it up to get a closer look.
And it was a fly.
I AM DISAPPOINT.
I don't know what it is about that hallway, but daaaaammmmmn.
"Just because your electronics are better than ours, you aren't necessarily superior in any way. Look, imagine that you humans are a man in LA with a brand-new Trujillo and we are a nuhp in New York with a beat-up old Ford. The two fellows start driving toward St. Louis. Now, the guy in the Trujillo is doing 120 on the interstates, and the guy in the Ford is putting along at 55; but the human in the Trujillo stops in Vegas and puts all of his gas money down the hole of a blackjack table, and the determined little nuhp cruises along for days until at last he reaches his goal. It's all a matter of superior intellect and the will to succeed.
Your people talk a lot about going to the stars, but you just keep putting your money into other projects, like war and popular music and international athletic events and resurrecting the fashions of previous decades. If you wanted to go into space, you would have."
-- George Alec Effinger (not sure which story -- I can find lots of sites repeating that it is from Live! from Planet Earth, but I haven't seen any saying which story in that anthology the quotation is from)
Apparently, the other day, I scared the shit out of the guys hanging up lights for the restaurant behind the house. I'm lowkey embarrassed that they both heard and witnessed this, but at the same time, I'm laughing.
I've mentioned the smoke alarm in the kitchen before. The other morning, I was cooking pasta and it just went insane. Would not shut up. I would stand there and wave a box of crackers at it, it would go quiet. I would stop fanning it for two seconds, and it's wailing again. I think I waved this box of crackers at it for thirty minutes; my shoulders are still sore, and my arms still feel like they're going to fall off. Just detach like a old barbie doll.
So naturally, being frustrated and unstable, I was screaming at it like a banshee.
The box of crackers eventually failed, and I grabbed a paint tray and started waving that at the smoke alarm; it did work a little bit better and stopped it from screaming a little quicker, but the moment I stopped fanning it, it would still start back up again. Now the difference between the box of crackers and the paint tray I was using was about ten inches, and I swung a little too high, and knocked the cover right off of the smoke detector.
Seeing my opportunity, I decided I was going to knock the battery out to silence it until I could do a thorough deep clean of the stove and the oven, so I was looking for something to knock the battery out. I have a tree pruner outside, so I stomped out of the house, completely unaware that there were people out there, and went to grab it, realized it was wet, and then threw it back onto the porch. I eventually knocked the battery out with a spatula.
So yeah, now they won't even look at me without running off.
On a more paranormal note:
I don't know if this was the same day or not, but the boys said they heard distinct voices coming from my back yard. I've mentioned before in a video that there is an entity of some sort in the backyard (maybe more in the general area because I do not think it's out there all the time and I have felt it in the house before), but it's been quiet and inactive as of late because I think, when we moved in, it was just curious as to who we were and has been since leaving us alone. But the boys even did a full circle of the house, and nobody was out there.
"As long as we're valuing capital over labor, we have a future in store that's owned by the 0.0001% where the rest of us get to pay for the privilege of being allowed to breathe their air and live on property they own. Where I get stuck at is how we get out of this bind--with people like the Mercers and the Kochs and the various Putin-orbit oligarchs holding the rights to so much of the world's wealth, how do we devalue, divest, and otherwise claw back those resources to a place where we can use them for the good of society, rather than the plutocrats?" -- Boussinesque, commenter at Balloon Juice [thanks to realinterrobang for quoting this earlier]
"The ideal government will have the values of the Federation, the business acumen of the Ferengi, the sense of honor of the Klingons, and the subtlety of the Romulans. Our current government has the values of the Romulans, the business acumen of the Federation, the sense of honor of the Ferengi, and the subtlety of the Klingons." -- Harold Feld, 2017-09-12 [Yes, it's intended to be recognizeable as a new take on the old joke about heaven and hell.]
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"What makes it so plausible to assume that hypocrisy is the vice of vices is that integrity can indeed exist under the cover of all other vices except this one. Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core." -- Hannah Arendt
"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of Hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay." -- Brian Aldiss (b. 1925-08-18, d. 2017-08-19)
[I think Aldiss is seriously overstating the case here, but found the metaphor interesting.]
"As long as we are not actually destroyed, we can work to gain greater understanding of other peoples and to try to present to the peoples of the world the values of our own beliefs. We can do this by demonstrating our conviction that human life is worth preserving and that we are willing to help others to enjoy benefits of our civilization just as we have enjoyed it." -- Eleanor Roosevelt (b. 1884-10-11, d. 1962-11-07), My Day (newspaper column) 1961-12-20
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2017-02-22:
"Of these things perhaps we might learn, he said. Neoliberalism vulgarized time, he said, but, he said, vulgarity is a geared wheel itself so against it do we deploy a slow watermill or acid guano or a stone wedge?" -- China Mieville, from his short story The Dusty Hat, printed in his collection, Three Moments of an Explosion.
(submitted to the mailing list by Terry Labach)