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I’m Just Not Getting It…


Good morning everyone!

Professor Greenberg and I are winding towards the end of our exploration of the    Concerto, which means that we have entered the weird world of “classical” music for the 20th century.  I am trying really hard, but I’m just not getting how the cacophony of sounds I am listening to  are supposed to morph together to make the music something that I either enjoy hearing or something that I should understand intellectually.

sergei prokofiev

We listened to Russian composers of the 20th century the other day.  The details of some of their lives are fascinating, from the sad Prokofiev, who decided to return to Soviet Russia under Stalin from the West, only to have his music condemned in 1948 and die a broken, frightened man five years later, (are any of us really surprised that move didn’t work out?) to the defiant Shostakovich, who managed to get his message out in spite of Stalin and his condemnation (although in Shostakovich’s case, timing was everything – he lived until the 1970’s, and so was able to publish a great deal of his work in post-Stalin Soviet Russia.)

Shostakovich

Shostakovich

Music that did not meet the Soviet “ideal” was the type of music that Soviet Russia condemned and banned from performance.  Soviet Russia proclaimed that “good” Soviet music should be accessible, be based on Russian folk music and not contain elements found only in the “decadent” West.  The failure to meet this “ideal” led to the condemnation of works by Shostakovich, Prokofiev and several other leading composers of their day in 1948.

But this is my problem – I can’t tell a difference much between the cacophony of “approved” Soviet music and the dissonances of freely expressive compositions, although one set is dismissed as music written by hacks, and the other set as the work of geniuses.  (I did like Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf, but that was written for children and I last heard it when I was about 12.  It was outside the scope of this lecture series.)

I am dutifully listening to compositions based on something called the “twelve-tone” method, and not getting them, either.  Professor Greenberg will inform me that something is very lyrical, haunting and beautiful, but I don’t hear it.

I don’t necessarily think this is due to a lack of effort on my part.  Anyone who spends at least four days puzzling out the lyrics to TTYLXOX by Bella Thorne is certainly willing to put the effort into understanding more serious music.  I just am not getting it.

There is one exception – Bela Bartok’s music.  While I would not plop in a CD of Bartok’s compositions for fun listening riding down the road, I do hear the beauty in his work.  Bela Bartok’s music, though, was based on the folk music of Eastern Europe and the harmonies and dissonances contained therein, filtered through sound, Western compositional techniques and a dash (or more than a dash) of genius.  In other words, he was not consciously trying to combine pitches in ways that no-one had ever heard before, but simply expressing himself.

For myself, while I am open to new sounds and, as I said, am trying to understand them, I think I will stick with the baroque (ie., Bach, Vivaldi, Telemann), the classical (ie., Mozart and Beethoven) and the Romantic (ie., Beethoven, Mendelssohn, Brahms) when I am selecting music to listen to for my own enjoyment.

What kinds of music are you interested in?  Do any of you like (or understand) music from Prokofiev forward?  Can you help me understand it?  Will I make it through the last three CD’s of the lectures on the Concerto?

Tune in next week, same time, same channel, to find out!

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Words, Urns and Shotgun Shells


Good morning Everyone!

Mandy, Our Husky-Basset Hound Mix

I begin this morning with a plea for help – someone (probably from Britain, since they use the word “mum” for “mom”) has been searching my blog the last few days for information on husky-basset hound crosses.  Please, please, please whoever you are, put me out of my misery and tell me why you want to know!  I’ve already been fortunate enough to “talk” to another dog owner who has a husky-basset hound cross, Neda, who owns Sawyer and would love to add to that number!

Frosted Flakes

Frosted Flakes Box

I went grocery shopping Sunday night, and had only two things on my list – napkins and Frosted Flakes.  True to character, i.e., The Perils of Absent-Mindedness, I came out of Winn-Dixie with two different types of roast, four instant packages of rice, a large number of apples, three types of ice cream, Italian bread, spaghetti, Ragu sauce, apple sauce and canned green beans along with various other items – but had bought neither napkins nor Frosted Flakes.  I didn’t have the heart to go back for them either, so I guess we will live without napkins or Frosted Flakes this week.

Flip Flops

The results of Monday’s poll are in, and by a score of 3 to 1, you have declared that it is, in fact, evil to put peanut butter on your daughter’s flip-flops if they are left out under the sofa to encourage the dogs to destroy them.  There were also two “other” votes, but unfortunately the poll did not save the word with “other.”  If those of you who voted “other” have time, please leave a comment letting me know what your “other” word was.  However, alas, based on the vote, Kayla’s flip-flops are safe.  And it was such a fun idea to fantasize about!

Dictionary

Words

Yesterday, I learned that it is not only my daughter that can make funny mistakes when it comes to words.  My art teacher is going to have her gallbladder out, and while I was at my lesson, she and I were joking about what she would do while she was “incapacitated.”  A high school age student, also in the room, looked up in horror and asked, “Isn’t that when they sever your head?”  I swallowed a laugh (I’m getting very good at it), and said, straight-faced, “No, that’s decapitated.”

Grecian Urn

In the “that can’t be true but unfortunately it is” range of stories, I came across the oddest advertisement on the internet yesterday.  A company called lifegems.com advertised that it would create a “certified diamond” in the lab from the “ashes/carbon” of “your loved one.”  Cremation is, in fact, used more and more often, but really, folks, somehow the idea of wearing Aunt Bessie’s remains in a diamond eternity ring is NOT appealing to me.

Of course, this company is not the only free enterprise seeking to find a good use for cremated remains.  I heard on the radio a couple of months ago about a little company here in Alabama that two men have started where they will, if you so desire, take cremated remains and use them in shotgun shells.   This being the South, the radio news team found Billy Bob from Nowhere, Alabama to interview about the idea, and Billy Bob proclaimed that he could rest easier knowing that he would be used after death to bring down a five point buck!  Only in Alabama.

And on that macabre note, I wish each of you a good weekend!

Nancy

Radio Disney, Missed Lyrics, Shakespeare and Galileo


Good morning everyone!

Riding to and from school with Kayla the last couple of weeks has led to my reacquaintance with Radio Disney, which plays music that appeals to tweens. You know you have been listening to Radio Disney  too much  a lot when you feel a great sense of accomplishment upon deciphering the lyrics to Bella Thorne’s song “TTYLXOX”.

Bella Thorne ttylxox

TTYLXOX Title Cover, from www.disneydreaming.com

The song’s refrain is the following:

Be, be, be my bff,
Cause IDK what’s coming next,
LMHO with the rest,
so TTYLXOX.

Texting

Texting

The first challenge was recognizing that “Be, be, be” was not the acronym “BBB”.  That accomplished, the acronyms remained to be deciphered.  This was difficult, as the acronyms come from the texting world, which I am not a comfortable part of.  After too much thought on the matter, and surprisingly without the use of the Internet, I have deduced that “bff” stands for “best friends forever”, “IDK” is “I don’t know” and “LMHO” is “laughing my head off”.  FN.

Cell Phone

The Kind of Cell Phone Kayla Would Want, from http://www.letsgomobile.org

Kayla, who has never texted officially in her life due to her parents’ cruel decision not to let a 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10-year-old have a cell phone, informed me the first time we heard the song that “TTYLXOX” stands for “talk to you later, hugs and kisses.” I didn’t ask how she knew that; there are some things that a parent is better off not knowing.

There are even songs I like on the channel that she doesn’t! Our practice is to turn the radio down when a song is on that we both don’t like, but if either one of us likes a song, the radio stays on.

Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

One new song that she doesn’t like but that (I think) I do is by Gotye and called “Someone that I Used to Know.” To the American mind, the name of the singer would be read as “got ye”, which I assumed was the Shakespearean version of “got you.”  I was disappointed to find that no Shakespearean references were intended.  According to the DJ,  the name is pronounced “go-tee-a”, with the emphasis on the first syllable, and the “a” being the long “a” sound in “hay” and “May.” It’s not a particularly uplifting song, but it has an interesting accompaniment.

The singer, Gotye

The singer, Gotye

I suffered the same disappointment last year with a song  by Taio Cruz called “Dynamite.”  I thought it contained the words “Hey-o, Galileo” which, even though they didn’t really make sense, was pretty cool to me because it mentioned one of the pre-eminent scientists in history.  Alas, I learned later, to the giggles of my daughter and the laughter of my husband, that the lyrics were “Hey-0, Gotta let go.”

Galileo Galilei

Galileo Galilei

Kayla and I both had a good giggle when the DJ referred to the fact that “Justin Bieber’s boyfriend is coming up next.” No, Justin Bieber (a tween singer) does not have a boyfriend; Justin Bieber has a song named “Boyfriend.”

The Cover for Justin Bieber's Single, Boyfriend

The Cover for Justin Bieber’s Single, Boyfriend

I am getting even with her, though, for the imposition of Radio Disney on my life.  I have a number of lecture recordings through The Teaching Company that cover many different topics.  The current set I am listening to is called “The Great Concertos” by Professor Robert Greenberg. If I haven’t finished a lecture CD by the time I pick her up, she has to listen to the remaining part of the lecture.  This means she has the opportunity to listen to discussion of and excerpts from the works of such composers as Vivaldi, Bach, Beethoven and Mendelssohn, as well as information about each of their lives.  Strangely, these lecture portions don’t appeal to her as much as Radio Disney does.

Johnn Sebastian Bach

Johann Sebastian Bach

Have a great day!

Nancy

FN.  If you listen to the song, it sounds like Ms. Thorne is singing “I TK” instead of “IDK.”  No worries; I have an interpretation for that acronym also.  “I TK” would stand for “I totally know.”

Flip Flops – The Anti-Shoe


Good morning Everyone!

Flip Flops

Is it evil to put peanut butter on your 10-year old’s flip-flops if she leaves them under the couch in hopes that the dogs will come along and tear the flip-flops into shreds?

I didn’t do it, but I sure thought about it last night when I saw that Kayla had chunked her flip-flops off and slid them under the sofa rather than returning them to her room.

I hate flip-flops with a purple passion.  FN.  They really serve little purpose, except on the sand at the beach – in regular wear, they provide no protection or support for the feet, and they certain don’t aid the wearer in any appreciable manner.  They are uncomfortable to wear, prone to fall off at the most inconvenient times and do not even keep your feet clean.

I especially hate flip-flops on my daughter, because they keep her from walking fast enough to keep up with us, and when she runs in them, I have visions of her blowing them out in a spectacular fall down the driveway that winds up in a trip to the emergency room.  And the sound!  The shuffle-plop of the flip-flops as she walks beside me starts to send the same kind of shivers up my spine as fingernails on a blackboard after no more than five minutes.

She, of course, loves them.

We used to try to ban flip-flops entirely, but that strategy, due to the various interventions of sundry grandmothers who shall remain nameless (until my grandmother died a year and a half ago, Kayla had four grandmothers!), didn’t work out, so we achieved a compromise – Kayla gets one pair of flip-flops to wear for a summer.  If that pair gets destroyed somehow, then she has to do without, buy her own replacement pair, or wait until a grandmother takes pity on her once again.

So I ask again, is it evil to put peanut butter on your daughter’s flip-flops in order to entice the dogs to destroy them when the flip-flops have been left out under the sofa?

Have a good day everyone!

Nancy

FN.  If you love/live-in flip-flops year round or just during the summer months, go for it; you don’t live in my house, so don’t have to follow my rules!  🙂

Privacy, or the Lack Thereof!


Good morning Everyone!

Newfound Gap

Kayla, this Thanksgiving in the Smoky Mountains

By a show of hands, how many of you out there who have children love them?

Hands Lifted

Hands voting, from Print Shop Professional 2.0

That’s what I thought; me too.

dog, kitchen, pets

Darwin and Mandy in the kitchen

Again by a show of hands, how many of you who have dogs love them too?

Show of hands

Show of hands

Almost as many, but I can tell there are just a few of you that put up with the dog(s) in consideration of your significant other, or your children.  That’s cool; at least you understand the bond between dog and owner.

dog, sofa

Could you leave this face outside?

For those of you who have dogs, how many of you have indoor dogs?  (An indoor dog is defined as a dog that spends a substantial part of his or her time inside the house with the family.)

Again, not as many; whether to keep a dog indoors on a regular basis versus outdoors is somewhat of a controversial topic among dog owners.  We have always kept our dogs indoors; that allows them to be more part of the family, but other people feel it is kinder to the dog to keep it outside where it has more room.  In addition, some dogs, like farm dogs and other working dogs, might even prefer to be left outdoors.

Arrow, right

Okay, now for those of you who have children and/or indoor dogs, how many of you miss the days when you could take a shower or spend time in your bathroom with ultimate privacy and no interruptions?

Hands Lifted

Hands voting, from Print Shop Professional 2.0

Me too.

Yesterday, I was taking my morning shower in the “master” bathroom.  In our new house, the “master” bathroom is so-called simply because it is connected to the master bedroom.  (In the United States, the master bedroom is the biggest bedroom in a house.)  It is a postage stamp sized room with a shower, and with the door shut, the shower running and the fan on , you simply cannot hear anything else going on in the rest of the house.

Shower

From Print Shop Professional 2.0

So, to return to my tale, yesterday I was taking my shower, enjoying the warm steamy water and the relative quiet, when after a while I became aware of a rhythmic banging coming from somewhere else in the house.  Since it was only myself and Kayla and the dogs in the house, and the dogs not possessing hands with which to bang that hard, it didn’t take much deduction to realize that Kayla was trying to get my attention for some reason.  Not being in a condition to traipse out of the shower at that precise moment, I had to scream, at the top of my lungs, that I was in the shower and couldn’t hear anything so I needed her to come into the bedroom and crack the bathroom door to tell me what she needed.  (Tres elegante, no?).

Elegance, flowers, green background

Elegance

She started to open the door, and as soon as she did, I said, rather sharply, “What Kayla?”  Rather than speaking she started to close the door.  I took a deep breath to calm myself and in a more even tone told her I wanted to know what she needed.  The door then swung fully open so that I could respond to the great emergency.

Door Opening, from Print Shop Professional 2.0

What was it?  She wanted to know if she had put too much detangler in her hair.

Sigh.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Thoroughly Thoreau


Good morning Everyone!

My Side of the Mountain

From Amazon.com - The Book Cover

I was driving Kayla to school last week, when suddenly she asked me if I had ever heard of a book called My Side of the Mountain.  I told her “no” at first, but then after she described it for a minute or two, I realized that I had read it in elementary school (lo these many years ago) and that it had been one of my favorite books.  She really liked it too, so she and I had the fun of discussing a favorite book together.

Catskill Mountains

An overview of the Catskill Mountains from en.wikipedia.org

Of course, she was much more familiar with it than I was, having read it the prior week, while it had been at least 37 years since I read it, but still I remembered a good portion of it.  In the book, a young boy (I don’t remember his age, but he is either a tween or in his early teens) runs away from home to go live in the wild in the Catskill Mountains.  He makes a home for himself – in a large tree, if I remember correctly – and has a pet falcon and gets to know many of the animals in the area, as well as having some incredible adventures.  He manages to stay there about 2 years before he finally is discovered by the public and then decides to go home.

While he is in the wild, he meets a hiker one day who has gotten lost.  The hiker is an English professor, who gives the boy a nickname.  Kayla told me that the nickname was “Thorough” and then got very thoughtful.  She added, after a minute, “I think it was because the boy cooked his food so thoroughly.”

Henry David Thoreau

A photograph of Henry David Thoreau

After a hasty cough on my part to help swallow a laugh, I gently suggested that perhaps she had heard the word wrong, and the nickname was in fact “Thoreau,” based upon the Thoreau who lived in a cabin on a pond in Massachusetts.

Walden Pond Thoreau

A photograph of Walden Pond, from a post by Mike Dash on blogs.forteana.org

She said, “Well, maybe so.”  Then she brightened up and added, ” But at least that wasn’t on the test!”

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Speaking Southern


Good morning Everyone!

The subject of speaking Southern came up in our house a couple of days ago because we addressed Tyra by one of her nicknames, Tyra Belle.  According to Webster’s, the word “bell” is a single syllable, but anyone down here in the South is aware that if spoken correctly, “bell” consists of two syllables “be-ell.”  However, it is possible, if speaking extreme Southern, to stretch the word out into three syllables – “be-uh-ell.”  We know this because we heard Kayla do exactly that.  This lengthening of words is one reason why the Southern American accent is also known as the Southern drawl.

Southern American English is spoken generally by natives in parts of Virginia, all of West Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky, Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina, the northern part of Florida, including the panhandle (the panhandle is also known here as “L.A.”, standing for “lower Alabama,” although I haven’t heard the phrase for a while), Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Arkansas, Texas and probably Oklahoma.  I say probably Oklahoma because I haven’t had the chance to spend any time in the state.  As a general rule, neither Maryland nor Delaware natives have a Southern accent, even though they are technically below the Mason-Dixon line.

There are many regional variations, of course, and I lack the phonetics background to begin to describe them.  However, to give you a sense of the historic precedents involved in at least some variations, I will mention the Louisiana Cajun accent, one of the most distinctive Southern English variations.  The Cajun accent comes from people who are native to areas where the descendants of French Canadians who emigrated to Louisiana after England took over Canada sometime in the 1600 or 1700’s still live today.

All Southern English dialects are spoken slowly.  We don’t care to rush our words, partly because we generally feel that what we are saying is worth listening to and partly because at 98 degrees outside with 100% humidity, it’s just too hot to do anything quickly.

Another characteristic of Southern American English is the pronunciation of words like “you” – phonetically, it would sound like “yew” or rhyme with “chew.”  I think this was designed by God to teach all church music ministers in this area of the country humility – rare is the church concert indeed where at least one “yew” doesn’t slip through the cracks into the singing somewhere.

Southern American English is best known for its use of the word “y’all.”  “Y’all” is a contraction of the words “you all” and can be thought of as the second person plural.  Before those of you in other areas of the country start laughing at the use of the word “y’all,” you should perhaps stop and reflect upon whether “y’all” doesn’t sound a bit better than other variations from other regions, such as “you’s guys.”  Besides, it avoids our having to use “yew” too very often in normal conversation.

Southern American English also is known for its use of colorful colloquialisms.  The best colorful colloquialisms I have heard have been from a friend raised in Texas, and of course at this moment (5:51 a.m.) all of them have fled my mind.  One region wide expression worth sharing is “even a blind pig finds an acorn every now and then.”  This expression is used to describe the surprising success of an individual in a field of endeavor that he or she has little experience in (or is just plain rotten at.)

Regional colloquialisms abound as well.  In the areas of North Carolina where my husband and I lived when we were first married, children “trimmed” their pencils instead of sharpening them (although we still sharpen them here in Alabama) and if they missed the bus, they had been “bus left.”  In Alabama, if we are getting ready to go somewhere or do something, we might also say that we are “fixin’ to” do it, as in “I am fixin’ to have some ice cream.  Would y’all like some too?” Some of us “carry” people places, rather than drive them there.  I use “fixin’ to” and  “y’all” frequently, but haven’t picked up “carry” for driving yet.

Native Southern American English speakers can spot a non-native speaker a mile away.  This fact creates a great deal of frustration on the part of the South when actors try to manufacture a Southern accent without truly doing their homework.  There are movies Mark and I have cringed through due to the butchering of a Southern accent.  On the other hand, it is a real pleasure to listen to the accent when an actor gets it right.  One of the best Southern accents I have heard from a movie actor was Kevin Spacey’s accent in “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.”

I am not a native Southern American English speaker, although I have been progressively learning it for over 31 years now.  Anyone from any other region of the country would peg me as Southern, but as recently as two months ago, someone asked me, “You’re not from around here, are you?” because of the way I speak.  (Note:  To be “from around” a place translates to being born and bred at that place.) It was the first time in years someone had said that to me, but even so, he was exactly right.

From the most educated parts of our population down to the least educated parts of the population, we all speak a version of Southern American English.  In the South, we have an unfortunate predilection for displaying our least educated members on television or in the news, so the rest of you haven’t yet seen our college professors and rocket scientists who speak Southern, giving you a warped vision of what Southern American English can be.  And yes, we do have rocket scientists here in the Deep South, particularly in Huntsville, Alabama and Houston, Texas, where extensive NASA facilities are located.

One nice feature in Southern English is the phrase “bless her [or his] heart.”  You can get away with saying anything about anyone else as long as you say it in a gently compassionate voice, with a smile, and include the statement “bless his heart” somewhere in the sentence.  For example, the statement, “Bless his heart, John Smith is crazy as a loon,” is perfectly acceptable and taken as an expression of concern rather than derogation.

If you haven’t had the chance to spend some time down here, I strongly urge you to do so.  A week or two among the people of the South would be good for everyone in other areas of the country, both to give you a true sense of who we are, and to simply enjoy the different sounds of speech around you.  (The same is true for us in the South; it’s good for us to visit y’all, too.)  And, when you get ready to leave, don’t be surprised if someone says, “Y’all come back, you hear!”

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Catching Up


Hi Everyone!

I thought I’d use today’s post to catch you up on various happenings.  

First, many, many thanks to Bassa at Bassa’s Blog, who has awarded me the Just Kidding award.  Here is the link to the award post:  http://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2012/04/17/35-today/

Per Bassa, the award is given to “those who bring a smile and chuckle in our lives; or appreciate our humor and brighten our day with their posts.  They [Author’s note:  I assume “they” refers to the inventors of the award] said that to receive this award you need to have a good sense of humor, and appreciate others who like to have a chuckle or laugh with you.” There are no rules attached, either.  Simply receive it, and enjoy!  Still, since I can, I am going to award it to a couple of the blogs I read.

Bassa, the Caucasian Shepherd, when she was a puppy.

If they hadn’t already received it, I definitely would give the award to Bassa and her tall person for Bassa’s Blog.  Bassa is an 18 month old Caucasian Shepherd dog who lives in the city of Tbilisi in Georgia.  Bassa  and her tall person write about their adventures and share pictures from their walks in and around Tbilisi on the blog.  De and the little person round out their family, along with a new addition – Barnaby, a kitten they rescued and whom Bassa is training. 

A picture of the new-born lambs up at thekitchensgarden; they were born in the last day or so.

I also would check out Cecilia’s blog, TheKitchensGarden, where she shares her adventures on her and her husband John’s self-sustaining farm, recipes and stories from her past in New Zealand. 

Another fun blog is Kana’s Chronicles; Kana looks at the funny side of life, but spares no punches either.  It is a difficult line to walk to remain funny while staying unabashedly honest, but she walks it well. 

Sadie Lou, the Chesapeake Bay Retriever, at Just Ramblin'

Just Ramblin’  is another dog blog, replete with pictures of Miss Stella, a young Newfoundland, and Sadie Lou, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever.  It also is a blog replete with amazing photography; Just Ramblin’s author is quite a photographer! 

Miss Stella, the Newfoundland "pup" at Just Ramblin'

Oh, and you shouldn’t miss Lisa’s blog, The Big Sheep Blog, where she looks at the funny vignettes that arise in daily life from a sarcastic   smart aleck unique point of view.

 I am sure there are many more of you that deserve this award, so please forgive me if I have left you off the list.

The Sooty Tern Pastel

To turn to another topic, congratulations to Mark K. and  Lisa F. who won the drawing for my sooty tern notecards.  They will be mailed to you soon.  (My family will tell you that my normal definition of “mailing soon” ranges anywhere from three months to the current record of three years.  Actually, the three-year item never did get mailed; the relative it belonged to just came back to visit after three years and remembered to take the item home with her.  However, I will try to make it sooner than that for the winners.) 

Finally, our move is proceeding fairly well.  We have gotten the essential furniture and other items to our rental house, and are settling in.  I have taken Kayla back to her old school and picked her up two days so far, and have managed to survive getting up at 5 a.m. without too much trouble.  

Our New House

I have some pictures of our rental house before we moved into it I will share with you soon; anyone wanting pictures of the house once we are completely settled and set up the way we want will have to wait a while; there is quite a bit of arranging still to do. 

Tyra

Those of you interested in the dogs will be happy to know that Tyra has adjusted to the house in a way that is quite amazing.  It helps that the house is smaller than our old house, and that it is all one story with only two small steps that she needs to navigate. 

Darwin

This is Darwin’s first move with us as a family, and it has caused him a little anxiety.  Sunday, Darwin dived into the back of the Escape when we opened it to get something out, thinking we were going back to the old house.  Not wanting to be left behind, he refused to come out of the car.  I couldn’t coax him out, but Mark finally convinced him that it was okay to come out, since we were staying put.

Mandy, Our Husky-Basset Hound Mix

Mandy –  well, Mandy is happy about anywhere with only one small problem, which any dog owner will recognize.  Mandy requires specifically placed geographical locations to complete certain necessary biological functions.  Those spots, unfortunately, could not move with us to the new yard, although the grass in the new yard looks even better to me than the grass in the old yard did.  However, Mandy has not yet found anything in the new yard she is very comfortable with.  That problem should solve itself naturally quite soon. 

Bassa now, along with her kitten, Barnaby

And on that last indelicate note, I will say thanks again to Bassa and the tall person.  Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words….


Good morning Everyone!

What’s wrong with this picture?

Have a great day!

Nancy

51 Governments, and then some: Part I


Good morning Everyone!

I was talking last week to someone who recently had the chance to visit Armenia and some of the “stans” to the South of Russia, which used to be part of the Soviet Union but are now their own countries.  She had the chance to meet many individuals from those countries, and one day met an individual who felt great outrage at the decision of one Congressman to introduce a resolution supporting independence for a province in one of the countries in the region.  She had a very difficult time trying to get him to understand that, in this country, a Congressman really doesn’t need the approval of anyone else to introduce a resolution.  It was even harder for him to understand that one, non-voted upon resolution does not make a statement regarding the official foreign policy of the United States.  Apparently, at least in the country she was in, no bill is introduced unless “the party” (and I don’t exactly know what “the party” meant since I don’t remember the country in which this discussion occurred ) approves it first and expects it to become law.

My friend tried to explain to her friend that in the U.S., legislators can introduce anything they want, provided they follow the correct steps, and then the legislative body (in this case Congress) votes on whether it will become official.  Even then, it is not really an official foreign policy statement until the President, through the State Department, says it is.  That concept simply didn’t compute with her friend.

I was kind of glad that the conversation stopped there; just imagine the further confusion that would have resulted had the same resolution been introduced in one of the state legislatures.  FN.

To understand why, we are going to eavesdrop on a conversation between the great modern-day explorer and adventurer, Hester Ugg of Bowling Green, Kentucky and two acquaintances from various countries in the fertile crescent.

Ahmed:  I see where your country has decided to turn its back on ?istan after everything it did for you.

Hester, ignoring the fact that how much ?istan did or didn’t do for the U.S. remained to be determined:  What do you mean?

Vladimir, glowering:  Joe “Mint Julep” Smith introduced a resolution in the legislature that recognizes the independence movement in -istan’s province 3 be officially recognized.

Hester, knowing that there was no individual in the United States legislature named Joe “Mint Julep” Smith:  What are you talking about?

Ahmed shoves the paper in front of her, saying:  It says so right here.

Hester smothering a laugh as she reads the article:  Um, Ahmed, that’s not Congress, just a state legislature.

Ahmed:  What do you mean?  It’s the government, right?

Hester:  Yes, and no.  Technically, it is only the government for one state.  The state legislatures can’t speak for the United States.

Ahmed, sarcastically:  And how many governments do you have, then? 

Vladimir, interrupting:  Of course it can.  That’s what this article says!

Hester, apologetically:  Well, really, Vladimir, that article must have been written by someone who doesn’t know our government works. 

Ahmed, to himself:  I’m not even sure the Americans understand the way their government works.

Hester:  I heard that!

Vladimir:  How does it work, then?

Hester:  We have a federal government that speaks for the whole country, and state governments that speak for each of the individual states. 

Ahmed:  Your states are in the country, aren’t they?

Hester:  Yes, of course they are.

Vladimir:  The federal government, you say, speaks for the whole country, yes? 

Hester:  Yes.

Ahmed:  So why do you need any other governments?

Hester:  Because in my country, the federal government can only speak about some things, not all things, and those things that aren’t the federal government’s business are decided by the states.

Vladimir and Ahmed stare blankly at her.

Hester sighed.  Apparently, this was going to take some time…..

TO BE CONTINUED…..

Have a great day and weekend everyone!

Nancy

FN. (Constitutional purists out there, please ignore for a minute the fact that foreign policy is a federal function and just go along with me here; besides I am quite sure that some legislator in the great state of Alabama is capable of introducing a non-binding resolution urging Congress to consider some kind of statement supporting independence somewhere.)