Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Things I wonder about
The New York Times reported that in Georgia, the Georgians count in Base 20 and have
consonant clusters like “gvprtskvni”. And that maybe the closest language is Basque.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/24/weekinreview/24barry.html?ref=weekinreview
What does this mean? How can you have a base 20 counting system in 2008? Do the children have to go to school barefoot so they can use their fingers and toes to do math?
In the markets do people say “gvprtskvni” while waving their fingers and toes about meaning I'll have DA20 cows and you can pay in .D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6D6 payments? I mean the Brits got rid of their base 12 monetary system years and years ago leaving us mystified readers when we have to read Dickens or Austen what's a shilling and why on earth do you need a ha'penny?
Further, isn't it interesting that Georgia has break away Republics like Ossetia, with the Ossetians speaking a Farsi like language, while the Basques are trying to break away from Spain?
I know we're all supposed to be appalled that Georgia is being invaded by Russia, and it's a democracy - but can you really be a democracy when you count in base 20? I don't think so.
This begs the question, why can't we all get along. As long as you do things my way, in Base 10.
Really. Counting is only useful when you can use just your fingers.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
It's not like I am obsessed with garbage cans
I am really not possessive and think that many things are little things that one shouldn't get gray hairs over. But imagine my surprise when - on a completely clear street, some tubby blonde from Lodi parked her Ford on MY TRASHCANS. Seriously these huge trucks are a hazard when knocking over three garbage cans and PARKING on top of one isn't noticed. And we know the tubby blonde didn't notice, because if she had she would have backed up and parked on the other side of the street so that it didn't look like the person who actually wrecked the garbage cans was around, right? People do hit and runs all the time, leaving people on the street bloody and dismembered, so why wouldn't the tubby blonde have giggled and driven on, leaving the wreckage of my garbage strewn on the streets for me to pick up? She certainly didn't pick up after herself when she left. Do we have statistics on how many children and chihuahas have been flattened by these trucks since cars have become so inflated? I bet the number of fling chihuahuas has increased by 450% in the past ten years.
The New York Times Freakonomics blog asked the question, Can we Shame Drivers into better behaviour and used the web site, PlateWire as an example. So I signed up and put the tubby blonde's plate in the database. You can see it here --> http://www.platewire.com/viewrate.aspx?rid=34558
Anyway, all I'm saying, is if you are a tubby blonde stupid enough to live in Lodi you need intervention because the crystal meth you are getting is a hazard - and it isn't making you any thinner and it's ruining your teeth. So just stop driving and hope that you haven't run anything over that matters.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
An old friend of mine, Dorit Naaman, did an email blast yesterday about being targeted by a right wing Israeli group that monitors Israeli academics and defames them. An idiot who knows nothing about Dorit's work named Lee Kaplan from isracampus.org is incensed that Dorit is an Israeli who supports Palestinian independence as a way to peace in the Mid East. So he called her a pornographer and now when you google her name his hate-filled rant shows up. However, if you would like to help out, click on the links below and those real articles that Dorit ACTUALLY wrote and what she ACTUALLY stands for (hmm, academic articles about cinema - heavens!) will sort higher than this scurrilous attack.
Oh, and the photos, figs are in season again. They look nice on the new counter top.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Yee Ha - It's a Sign!
So I was up in Central No Cal hanging out with a bunch of sound engineers and I found this fabulous sign out near the edge of the slough. It was a beautiful day and I had just had a fabulous breakfast at the local greasy spoon which opened at 5:00 am for the fisherman crowd.
I don't know, but is it just me - I keep on hearing these pop culture references to "80's music" - the last time was in the promo for the sisterhood of the pants, or whatever the hell that movie is and all these pretty girls are preparing for a wild (tame) time of sisterhood and they're going through a checklist of what they need and "80's music" is on it. And last year there was that movie where Hugh Grant plays a washed up 80's pop star. Huh? Is the Clash safe now? What happened? Where am I? What happened to retro ironic bowling and poodle skirts? What decade am I in? How co-opted can co-option get? Is there nothing sacred?
Of course I LOVED when they played Wreckless Eric's Whole Wide World in Stranger than Fiction last year, but I just thought that the music editor had good taste.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Squirrely!
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