Thursday, July 17, 2014

"But Then It Was Too Late"

"But Then It Was Too Late"
An Excerpt from "They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933-1945"
by Milton Mayer

“What no one seemed to notice,” said a colleague of mine, a philologist, “was the ever widening gap, after 1933, between the government and the people. Just think how very wide this gap was to begin with, here in Germany. And it became always wider. You know, it doesn’t make people close to their government to be told that this is a people’s government, a true democracy, or to be enrolled in civilian defense, or even to vote. All this has little, really nothing, to do with knowing one is governing.

What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if the people could not understand it, it could not be released because of national security. And their sense of identification with Hitler, their trust in him, made it easier to widen this gap and reassured those who would otherwise have worried about it.

This separation of government from people, this widening of the gap, took place so gradually and so insensibly, each step disguised (perhaps not even intentionally) as a temporary emergency measure or associated with true patriotic allegiance or with real social purposes. And all the crises and reforms (real reforms, too) so occupied the people that they did not see the slow motion underneath, of the whole process of government growing remoter and remoter.

You will understand me when I say that my Middle High German was my life. It was all I cared about. I was a scholar, a specialist. Then, suddenly, I was plunged into all the new activity, as the university was drawn into the new situation; meetings, conferences, interviews, ceremonies, and, above all, papers to be filled out, reports, bibliographies, lists, questionnaires. And on top of that were the demands in the community, the things in which one had to, was ‘expected to’ participate that had not been there or had not been important before. It was all rigmarole, of course, but it consumed all one’s energies, coming on top of the work one really wanted to do. You can see how easy it was, then, not to think about fundamental things. One had no time.”

“Those,” I said, “are the words of my friend the baker. ‘One had no time to think. There was so much going on.’”

“Your friend the baker was right,” said my colleague. “The dictatorship, and the whole process of its coming into being, was above all diverting. It provided an excuse not to think for people who did not want to think anyway. I do not speak of your ‘little men,’ your baker and so on; I speak of my colleagues and myself, learned men, mind you. Most of us did not want to think about fundamental things and never had. There was no need to. Nazism gave us some dreadful, fundamental things to think about—we were decent people—and kept us so busy with continuous changes and ‘crises’ and so fascinated, yes, fascinated, by the machinations of the ‘national enemies,’ without and within, that we had no time to think about these dreadful things that were growing, little by little, all around us. Unconsciously, I suppose, we were grateful. Who wants to think?"
Right... who wants to think?

Twain Observation


We have a criminal jury system which is superior to any in the world; and its efficiency is only marred by the difficulty of finding twelve men every day who don't know anything and can't read.

Mark Twain

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Grinds and Grounds

What is the difference between coffee grinds and grounds?

A grind refers to the method of preparing coffee beans for brewing; Coffee beans are ground up and then hot water or steam is passed over the ground up beans to brew the beverage. Coffee grounds are what's left after the beverage has been brewed from the ground beans.

More Mulling, Muttering and Musing

Being as I don't post  much anymore and it has been a long while since I've let my streaming mind fly free, I figured I ought to get in gear and say "Howdy" to everyone, so "Howdy Do" to you and I hope life is treating you well.

I can barely believe that July is already half gone.  The days go by so fast anymore that I have a hard time knowing what day of the week it is.  Also having a bit of a brain issue.

A few days ago I went to town - bills to pay, shopping to do.  A couple hours later on my way home, I stopped off at daughter's house to borrow a huge screwdriver, as my washing machine needed attention.  While sitting there a moment and very tired plus dizzy, I suddenly realized I had no clue where all I had been while in town.  Couldn't remember what I'd bought either.  Kept this all to myself; don't want anyone to know how bad my mind has become lately, not to mention my creaking  body.   Don't want none of the family thinking of putting me away, if you get my drift.  On an Ability Scale of 1-10, I rate about 0 or .03.  It is worrying me a lot.  One day I couldn't remember my niece's name - know it as well as my own!  Gosh, I'm the one who knows all the birth dates, addresses and any pertinent information of the whole extended family.
Whoa there, Sissy, what's your problem? You better take hold of yourself, I say in a serious tone.  

Back during the days of winter, when I was so cold and miserable, I sat here wishing for some pleasant weather and better health.  I had great plans for 'come spring'.  I've done a lot but all for naught.  Main problem is that the weather has had a strong bearing on my situation, as it does for everyone.  Hot as Hades for one thing.  The small ac doesn't help much when I'm inside and I sweat gallons when outside.  It pours down my face and the salt blinds and burns my eyes. 

 Not enough rain to keep the cucumber plants moist and perky.  In the beginning the hundreds of blooms gave me hope of having cucumbers galore, even to sell some at the farmers' market.  I'm defeated.   I bought two Bush cucumber plants, thinking "Ah, save space" Yeah, right!  Mature now, they stand 3 inches tall, clusters of blooms all crammed together, then those dry and drop.  I do have one cucumber, 1 inch long x 1 inch diameter.

 All my plants except shallots did poorly; those haven't multiplied as they should but at least there are some. Pepper plants galore and only one tiny banana pepper.  No dried sweet pepper come snowtime - fizzled - not the first bloom on the scrawny pitiful plants.  My idea of hauling water from the tiny branch at the side yard fizzled too; no rain meant it too dried up.  Water I've caught off the roof was night dew, one half cup each night!

No doubt about it, my days of attempting to grow my food are finished.  I finally got three marble-sized tomatoes last Saturday.  Yellow. They were tasty. Had a total of
6 strawberries, period! Four of them nibbled on by a 4-legged or slithering "something".  So I had a bounty of two half-ripe ones; they too were tasty. By the way, snakes are plentiful.

 I haven't felt worth a hoot either, and every chore takes real effort and I collapse long before the job is finished; thus no headway on anything.  Neck pain eventually reaching down to my toes and up into my head every day has become a blinding nightmare.


 Going to my particular doctor is an exercise in futility.  She is nearing my age and I see several signs of dementia in her.  After one instance of her brain misfiring, I laughed and told her she was getting as bad as I am.  She grinned and smacked the side of her head - brazen on my part speaking like this, though, as we aren't on too friendly terms as it is.  I asked for and she did give me a prescription for a breathing machine, to use 2-6 time daily.  Problem is: she only prescribed enough Albuterol for 4 days each month!

 I realized recently that seeing a doctor anymore is totally unlike how it used to be -a 180 degree-turn-difference; and my lord, the fees they charge!  Dr. D sees me for an average of 5 minutes, 2.5 of that (I kid you not) spent upon her arrival playing/fighting with her tiny laptop (she says "I hate this thing").  Then out she goes and comes back with a yellow legal pad, asks me one question about my blood pressure, says that I'm ripe for a stroke, speaks of giving me Advair.  Up whips her pencil about nose-high. I know that move!  I say "don't you leave yet", which she has always done.  I got her pegged, know her actions well.  Bills the insurance company $165 for office visit!

Bingo!  Dr. Hoppy, who owns the business that she works at is getting more filthy rich by the day.  Three years ago Hoppy had built one of the largest and most elegant medical buildings around these parts, then opened a second huge complex in a neighboring town.  Today he has a nursing home going up beside his doctor offices .  Now tell me he's barely "making a living".

Oh sure there are a few left with integrity and good intentions but it is hard to locate one.  When a spine and brain specialist charges $500, not once but twice, to look at  a test result I arrived with, orders his own test then tells me there is NOTHING wrong with me - then there is much wrong with the system. 

Told  Dr. D  on the last visit that I'd had chiropractic treatments over the years
(Smile,  how well I felt as long as I could get the adjustment regularly) she had not a word to show her approval.  Why do medical doctors have so much against chiropractors?  I'll tell you: it is ignorance about simple procedures that actually work wonders for many.  No, the allopathics push the pills and we know 'why and who' is behind that ploy - pharmaceutical companies, boosted by the FDA, which is staffed by many former drug company execs.  And of course, the doctors get their benefits and bonuses when using Big Pharma.  Saw a drug salesman filling up bins with samples that doctor visit day.  Stunned to see a complete wall 20 ft across, reaching to the ceiling, of bins for samples.

I'm getting a few blackberries put up for snowtime.  Made myself a huge cobbler yesterday, shared with daughter and her family.  Probably will finish it off tonight.
Well, that's it for now.  I'm in dire need of a nap.  Waking at 3 am by the barking dogs always messes my day up royally.  Must be many animals traveling my yard nightly for the dogs wake me practically every night, then I drag through the day.  STRESS KILLS.

Better check how supper is coming along.  Take care.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

REALLY?

Yes, they are really true.  Wading through piles of saved papers today (I'm such a slob), hoping to make a dent in all the mess, I came across one sheet that has been surviving in my clutter for thirteen long years.  Today I'll toss it in the trash.  This particular paper sure shows its age and abuse - brown, wrinkled, crinkled and tattered.  Yet before the toss, I will share it all with you.

Ha,Ha, (grin) Ha.  I'm not the only one who fails to edit.  So, here we go.  Enjoy your laughter.

                                                          REAL ADS

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3.  Our experienced Mom will care for your child.  Fenced yard, meals and smacks included.

4.  Dog for sale; eats anything and is fond of children.
5.  Man wanted to work in dynamite factory.  Must be willing to travel.
6.  Stock up and Save.  Limit: one
7.  Semi-Annual After-Christmas sale.
8.  3-year old teacher needed for preschool.  Experience preferred.
9.  Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook with round bottom for efficient beating.
10.  Dinner special - Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00
11.  For sale: antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers.
12.  Now is your chance to have your ears pierced and get an extra pair to take home.
13.  We do not tear your clothing with machinery.  We do it carefully by hand.
14.   Great Dames for sale.
15.   Have several very old dresses from my grandmother in beautiful condition.
16.   Tired of cleaning yourself?  Let me do it.
17.   Vacation special: Have your home terminated.
18.   Get rid of your aunts.  Zap does the job in 24 hours.
19.   Toaster: A gift that every member of the family appreciates.  Automatically burns toast.   (turns?)

20.  For Rent: 6-room hated apartment.   (heated?)
21.  Man. Honest. Will take anything.
22.  Used cars: Why go elsewhere to be cheated?  Come here first.
23.  Christmas tag sale.  Handmade gifts for the hard to find person.
24.  Wanted: Hair Cutter.  Excellent growth potential.
25.  Wanted: Man to take care of a cow that does not smoke or drink.
26.  And now, the Superstore -- unequaled in size, unmatched in variety, unrivaled inconvenience.
27.  We will oil your sewing machine and adjust the tension in your home for $10.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

“Facebook’s Emotional Contagion”

“Facebook’s Emotional Contagion”
by Pivotfarm

“For a while now it has been well proven beyond a shadow of a doubt by scientific research (Cornell and California Universities) that there is a phenomenon called ‘emotional contagion’, meaning that it is possible to induce a state of either happiness or sadness in someone, by inducing that feeling and emotion without their knowledge or awareness.
Up until now the experiments have only been carried out in laboratories. But, now that Facebook has come clean and admitted that users of the social network were induced into feeling either positive or negative emotions in a study that they carried out on a handful of them, we have the proof that it is possible to do so on a massive scale.
Is this the future? Inducing happy and sad emotions? Will we be starting wars half-way around the world by subliminal-like induced emotions of aggression? Or will we be inducing euphoric happiness as we wish in the world of business to create a buzz and get the consumers buying once again? Even worse, could it be political exploited?
Facebook already had every bit of information that it wanted to have about us as do other social-networking sites. They knew where I went to school, who my brother is and whether I’m married or single and if I like the Red Sox’s or I root for the Democrats. But, it can do a whole lot more than that. It wasn’t enough to just see me happy and sad…they wanted to see if they could make me feel one emotion or another by influencing me. Plus, it didn’t actually take a whole lot of work to be able to do it.
Now, it has published the results of the test carried out on 689,003 Facebook users and how it influenced their home pages and what they wrote on their walls. Newsfeeds were secretly filtered according to the flow of comments, video and photo posting and web links. One part of the test exposed users to ‘positively-charged emotions’ while the other cohort ended up with ‘negative emotional content’. 
The results proved: “Emotions expressed by friends, via online social networks, influence our own moods, constituting, to our knowledge, the first experimental evidence for massive-scale emotional contagion via social networks”.
Facebook had the findings published in the "Proceedings of the National Academy of Science" in the USA this month and a Facebook spokesperson state that the reason behind carrying out such a test was the following: “to improve our services and to make the content people see on Facebook as relevant and engaging as possible”. To improve their services? Surely it has greater power than that? Surely it could be used to influence you in a political decision? Surely it could influence you into thinking that this product is great or that product is bad?
689,003 people participated in the study (unknown to them, of course).
That means about 0.04% of all users in the world. 
1 in 2,500 people.
It took place over a period of a week in 2012. 
Emotions were reinforced by what they read and saw.
Emotional content was filtered and the reactions of the users were monitored by researchers.
What’s worrying about the study that Facebook carried out is not so much that it was done covertly and that the people were the rats in the cages at their merciless analysis, but the fact that our emotions can be influenced by what we see , hear and read around us. It’s the fact that our state of mind can be induced and manipulated by exactly what someone decides to show us. That is the scary thing since we are no longer in control of not only what we get shown and what we look at, but now it’s the loss of emotional control that has set in thanks to damn social networking. Just how intrusive is that?
Facebook has once again over-stepped the mark of ethical behavior. It has gone over the red line of what is legal and what is not. Any human being involved in a test must by legal rights know that they test is being carried out in order to participate it in freely. Where did the notion of ‘informed consent’ in the law vanish to? What happened to the forms that should have been filled in providing consent?
We’re not guinea pigs Facebook! It’s high time that all of this were stopped! Who wants to start?”
- http://www.zerohedge.com/

Thursday, June 26, 2014

"The Cost Of Knowing It..."

On  coyoteprime's  blog, Running 'Cause I Can't Fly , over to your left in Favorites List is a post titled "The Cost Of Knowing It..." , lines from Shantaram by author Gregory D. Roberts. 


I have the book in hand, having just finished reading it.  There has never been a better novel (it is based on his diary entries over many years)  that I've read in 65 years of daily reading.  I feel it will become a classic in its time and firmly hope an authentic movie will soon follow.  Never has such a story affected my soul.  This is Roberts first book.  He is an amazing writer.  I highly recommend his book if you want an highly enjoyable experience.  The main action takes place in Bombay.  I learned so much about this society.  That is the only clue I'll give you. I will not spoil it by telling you more. Here is the section posted by coyoteprime:


   "The Cost Of Knowing It..." 

"There's a truth deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless, usually, in the face of it; and the cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any heart would willingly pay. It doesn't always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating the world. And the only way to know that truth is to share it, from heart to heart, just as Prabhakar told it to me, just as I'm telling it to you now."

“The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is  wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everything has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has its reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see. Sometimes, we see the past so clearly, and read the legend of its parts with such acuity, that every stitch of time reveals its purpose, and a kind of message is enfolded in it. Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny, precious wisdom that they give to us, even those dread and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be.”

"It’s forgiveness that makes us what we are. Without forgiveness, our species would’ve annihilated itself in endless retributions. Without forgiveness, there would be no history. Without that hope, there would be no art, for every work of art is in some way an act of forgiveness. Without that dream, there would be no love, for every act of love is in some way a promise to forgive. We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive."

“My heart broke on its shame and sorrow. I suddenly knew how much crying there was in me, and how little love. I knew, at last, how lonely I was. But I couldn’t respond. My culture had taught me all the wrong things well. So I lay completely still, and gave no reaction at all. But the soul has no culture. The soul has no nations. The soul has no color or accent or way of life. The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moment of truth and sorrow, the soul can’t be stilled.

I clenched my teeth against the stars. I closed my eyes. I surrendered to sleep. One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.”

“Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all we have- to hold on tight until dawn.”
- Gregory David Roberts, "Shantaram"
There are several videos on YouTube.com all about Gregory Roberts.  Check them out!

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Stunned - Worse Than Imagined!


Below is the headline of coyote prime's post at www.runningcauseIcantfly.blogspot.com .
 Go there for the full article and rad charts.

I am stunned.  Shouldn't everyone know about this?
Yet what can we do? 

 I have said it before and will say it again. CP never puts out a post unless it will teach us something for our own benefit.  
Thank You, CoyotePrime

   

Saturday, May 24, 2014


“Fukushima Equals 6,000 Hiroshima Bombs Today, More Tomorrow; There is No Place On Earth to Escape the Rad” 

 

 

 

Monday, May 19, 2014

Days Swiftly Slip Away

 Hmm... well, I see there have been visitors here in my space.  Just now, out of curiosity, I l look at my "feedjit" and find the United States and the Russian Federation both came by last Friday.  Hmm...wonder what they want?  Gives me a piercing pain in the chest.  Just joking.  The pain in the chest has been going on for quite awhile now, along with other worrisome physical 'stuff'.   But, yeah, what are they doing looking at my personal, homegrown website?  More wasted government money!

It's possible you have wondered where I'm at lately.  Well, to tell the truth, I'm right here under the burdens I bear; no more no less than your own, I'm sure.  Isn't spring a hectic, busy time?

Sparring with the weather, I've finally gotten a few tiny plants in the ground; peppers, cucumber, several tomatoes.   Hundreds of seed and starts coming along too; have no idea where to plant them, as about every spot available is already taken.  I'm excited about my black tomato plant.  Never had one.  The blooms look like the beginning of a dandelion bloom.  Don't usually do this (taking no chances) but I'm talking to this little gem  and crossing my fingers that it thrives to it's days of fulfillment.  Hmmph,  it cost like a gem.

I have a literal onion PATCH.  The onion sets and my shallots from last year's  bounty were...I think I planted them late March/early April.  They've taken off "like great guns",  growing really fast - so that tells me onions like low temp. - cool conditions.  I've never had much luck with growing sizable onions but this  go-round they are thriving - erupting the soil.

 I am "tickled pink" with my shallots and the way they multiply.  I began with 6 of what looks like a small onion set, a very tiny onion.  Paid entirely too much for them.  Yeah, the farm supply company I dealt with catered to the rich folks abounding about,  round here.  Apparently, I had a fistful of dollars to burn also!  Haven't shopped since at the place.  I got sucked in $ at Evergreen this year...but I digress.

About my shallots - 48  of them are now growing babies and I still have about a hundred yet to plant in the garden bed.   The $15 investment was okay, for as long as  I'm on my feet I can have shallots to eat and replant.  Sharing them from here to yonder - everyone I know are now growing 'Shall Ott's,  as Lane would pronounce the word .   Sent Sandy a few starts awhile back, along with a couple pints of jam I made several years ago.  Won't be doing that again soon!  That very unfriendly, pushy postal clerk set me back almost $12 for Priority Mail, which didn't reach her in 2 days as  "guaranteed" but five days later.


"unfriendly" - just my observation yet looking at the situation with local post office clerks , it seems there  are a couple that are so unhappy with life.  Of course, they certainly aren't there to chit-chat with me about the weather; and yes, I fully understand that,  although  a smile, a word of friendliness can go a long way. You know?  Encountering a smile along the way can surely make my day.

Days - speaking of which;  I have been absent for so many days from attending to my page.  I stopped posting back at the beginning of March....after the quilt deal.  Remember that Ordeal?  Lord, I don't know if or when my quilt-making life will ever start up again.  Which brings to mind:  Lane cares not for his quilt!  I'm hurt, a failure of a Great--Grandmother.  He complains  "it's too HEAVY"!
Hmm... it only weighs about 20 oz.

 A weed-pulling job has first place on my agenda today and awaits me "with open arms".   haha funny? Not.  My back is killing me from doing this for several days.  I'll never catch up. The weeds are taller than my flowers!

Wish I knew where I'm put my camera.  Wish I could figure out how to download the pictures.  I DID have it figured out back in March! Right?  The old brain cells are failing me.

Weird things happening this year; all my butterfly bushes dead; many Japanese Maples dead; the watercress Gone. rosebushes dead ....but I have honeysuckle bushes blooming like crazy.  Wild roses where they never were before - so huge that neighbor's house is now hidden.  Where they came from I have no idea.  Sure didn't plant them.  Besides, I never heard of a honeysuckle 'bush' until a couple years ago, yet today, out of the blue, I have honeysuckle blooms to suck and savor and ah, what aromas from them and the wild rose.  Then there are the dandelions.  Trillions of the plants.  I'm picking, eating and dehydrating them for later.

Time to cut more rhubarb.  The batch I cooked and dehydrated last month was delicious.  Yep, it was eaten real quickly.    
Okay, I'm "outta here".
Anyhow, now that you know I'm still ticking and not dead - haha - I must say tallyho.  Hang in there.  I shall return - in time.

Rigged a system of getting the branch water up to my plants; now if only the little stream doesn't dry up this summer.  Last year it didn't stop flowing; a real feat since it always has dried up fairly early each summer for the past 30 years.