The munificent Kevin McCarthy is providing exclusive (for now) access to some 45,000 hours of surveillance footage from 1/6 to that Tucker over at Fox. Can't wait to see the spin. Maybe alternatives like:
* The US International Flag Waving Team
* BLM protestors disguised as ugly White men
* Disgruntled tourists denied a bathroom break for too long
I had a similar recent discovery. I knew my grandfather was from Bessarabia, butt that covered a lot of territory and it didn't help that census records changed his country of origin seemingly every decade -- Bessarabia, Russia, Romania, Russia again...
I suspected Romania or Moldova for many years, until 23&me connected me to a Soviet immigrant who was both an amateur genealogist and my cousin, and he had hard evidence that our great grandfather's family was from a shtetl in Ukraine called Secureni.
брати!
I also said Aw-Ree for many years.
брати!!
Side note: I also learned that the whole generation was killed in the Nazi death marches - a chapter of Nazi atrocities I'd never been taught. Just when you thought you'd heard it all. Look it up.
Regarding hand-wringing for homeless: Without searching wapo archives, I seem to remember the mentioned article had an opinion angle that WAS derisive of DC officials' version of 'thoughts and prayers', as opposed to finding solutions to area homeless problems. Am a geezer; can be wrong.
About this business of "Russian to Conclusions." There is a distinct stain of intellectual laziness or the lack of critical thinking on our national character. It may be less obvious at various times, but never entirely goes away. I am more likely than not to call out those on the rabid right for this shortcoming but, in all honesty, I have seen it manifested on the left side of the spectrum of American political life all too often as well. Whether it's our teetering education system (the system, not the brave souls soldering on in the front lines, formerly known as classrooms), the general "hit-and-run" nature of online information acquisition, maybe something more deeply psychological, dealing with self-preservation or--- perhaps a combination of factors --- I'll leave to the experts. When it comes to things Russian specifically, being too quick to conflate or jump to conclusions can certainly apply but unfortunately, there is also the matter of collateral damage wrought directly or indirectly by the actions of a delusional dictator --- there always is.
“When Marjorie Taylor Greene solves the Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture, a true but as-yet unproven mathematical number theory describing the set of rational solutions to equations defining an elliptical curve.”
I would say when a day goes by that MTG doesn't say or post something stupid.
Got a bad sore throat first week of December; tested (home test) negative. Sore throat abated in a few days, but turned into unrelenting cough. Plus a couple of days when I had to go back to bed because I became exhausted after breakfast. Still tested negative. Lost the fatigue thing but still had the cough, though much less worse. Tested a few days after Christmas -- positive. If it weren't for the positive results, I wouldn't have though I had anything at that point, but it was a great excuse for getting out of things I didn't want to do.
Vaccinations aren't supposed to keep you from getting COVID; they're supposed to keep you from getting it so badly you get hospitalized -- or die.
To find the original source of images online, using Google Chrome, right-click the image and choose "Search Image with Google". I looked up all of them to see the source.
Before we call all bow tie wearers assholes, we must remember that Louis Farrakhan wore them. Here is an article about famous bow tie weares. You're welcome.
Actually, I do agree with you Hwfagn, but he's not an asshole just because he wears a bow tie. There are far better reasons for him being considered an asshole.
BTW- Did you happen to click through the gallery to see the rest of the famous bowtie wearers? Winston Churchill, Frank Sinatra, Liberace, Orville Reddenbacher, Fred Astaire, Donald Duck, The Cat in the Hat, James Bond, Andre 3000 and Rihanna, Playboy Bunnies...
Pat --- Can I assume you have turned up your keen nose for the ill-placed punctuation mark and sinful syntax and decided to ignore my plea for acknowledging an epidemic of exclamation marks ?! Or interrobangs like the preceding ? And what to make of your continued love affair with the semi-colon, despite Kurt Vonnegut calling them "...transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college ?” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIpop-oWFRw
I like punctuation marks: they're extremely economical ways of clarifying a sentence as well as showing pacing and emphasis. A semicolon is a great way to link two independent clauses (phrases that could count as full sentences) without the separation and topic-changing that a period might imply. It does, of course, make the sentence longer, with two halves -- so if you're after a punchy, abrupt, rapid-fire tone, you wouldn't want to use semicolons. But not all writing needs to be so terse; that would become tedious in its own way.
Never ! That was a compliment. No doubt my syntax was flawed or sinful. You are the Grand PooBah in these here parts when it comes to bumping nouns and verbs (among other parts of speech) together as well as adding those symbols to stop or move them along. However --- while you've confirmed the place in your stony copy editor's heart for the semicolon, you have not brought the same enlightenment to the exclamation mark. F. Scott called using them akin to "laughing at your own jokes."
Many Air Force passenger planes in my time (retired over 20 years ago) had the backs of the seats facing the cockpit. If you crash land, your body force is absorbed by the seat back, not the belt. Ergo, I prefer riding "backwards" as a passenger in all moving vehicles.
And do you ask the engineer or the conductor of a train about those backward seats? I’ve ridden the Acela ( and the Metroliner back in the olden days) often and I don’t know if I ever Interacted with the engineer. Clearly the source of Gene’s affliction was that train ride.
When I was growing up, we were told all kinds of things about our ancestral roots, which were alleged to include Scottish, Irish, German, French, Italian, Native American, and who knows what else. Then a few years ago I took a DNA test for medical reasons, and it came back plain ol' white. Like, white-white, with over 80% of my DNA traceable to the immediate environs of London, Liverpool, Glasgow, and the Irish province of Ulster specifically.
Anyway, building on your Ukraine example, I have chosen to similarly historically revisit my heritage, so from now on if anyone asks I am predominantly Goidel-Brythonnic.
I think you want to say Anglo-Celtic or English-Goidelic. Brythonnic--now generally spelled Brittonic--refers to the Welsh, Cornish, and Breton languages as opposed to Goidelic, which comprises Scots Gaelic, Irish Gaelic (a.k.a. Erse), and Manx. These six include all the surviving Celtic languages.
Gene --- Sorry to learn you are plagued. I myself may have set the record for very long COVID, although it could just be a sympathetic reaction to those non-stop TV drug ads. Btw ---who comes up with those truncated names that sound like they should always be accompanied by a gob of phlegm ? Anyway, take it from me --- that liquid kryptonite, also known as chicken soup --- has no effect on COVID when used as normally prescribed. And while I found that bathing in it is relaxing, that really only serves to make certain no one is close enough to catch it from you.
In the 1970s, I attended a women’s college in the South, known for producing ladies who married well and joined the junior league. As I aspired to neither, I was thrilled to read in our alumni bulletin that one of our graduates owned a restaurant in New York City called the Russian Tea Room. A cool job in a big city, in a quirky little ethnic diner!
That summer, my mother took my sister and me on a special trip to New York to see a couple of shows and shop in the “big city” department stores. I suggested that we find and have lunch at the Russian Tea Room. Maybe the owner would be behind the register, and we could bond over our shared college experience! I imagined pumpernickel sandwiches and blintzes, and cups of hot Lipton tea.
After a morning of touristing, we Southern innocents found the address in a phone book at a pay phone, strode up to the front door, and slowed as reality overlaid my imagination. Mama grabbed my hand and pulled me right on out of the entry. We stood on the street and laughed and laughed, and then went and had lunch somewhere more within our social status and pocketbook. And we told the story over and over back home.
All this to say: I am quite sure a young woman who attended a backwater Southern college in the mid-20th century was not Russian in any traditionally meaningful sense, and it would not occur to me that anyone would make the connection now. I’m glad you all had a wonderful meal there, and I will continue to enjoy my not-Russian vodka.
“…cracking wise….”? Really, Gene? Wisecrack, wisecracks, wisecracking, wisecracked. All fine uses. “Cracking wise” is used by columnists trying to be cutesy. BARF. Do not argue with me on this. I am correct.
The munificent Kevin McCarthy is providing exclusive (for now) access to some 45,000 hours of surveillance footage from 1/6 to that Tucker over at Fox. Can't wait to see the spin. Maybe alternatives like:
* The US International Flag Waving Team
* BLM protestors disguised as ugly White men
* Disgruntled tourists denied a bathroom break for too long
Congrats on your newfound heritage.
I had a similar recent discovery. I knew my grandfather was from Bessarabia, butt that covered a lot of territory and it didn't help that census records changed his country of origin seemingly every decade -- Bessarabia, Russia, Romania, Russia again...
I suspected Romania or Moldova for many years, until 23&me connected me to a Soviet immigrant who was both an amateur genealogist and my cousin, and he had hard evidence that our great grandfather's family was from a shtetl in Ukraine called Secureni.
брати!
I also said Aw-Ree for many years.
брати!!
Side note: I also learned that the whole generation was killed in the Nazi death marches - a chapter of Nazi atrocities I'd never been taught. Just when you thought you'd heard it all. Look it up.
Feel better.
Regarding hand-wringing for homeless: Without searching wapo archives, I seem to remember the mentioned article had an opinion angle that WAS derisive of DC officials' version of 'thoughts and prayers', as opposed to finding solutions to area homeless problems. Am a geezer; can be wrong.
Hmm, nah, it's written in news-story mode, other than that unfortunate term in the lede. https://www.washingtonpost.com/dc-md-va/2023/02/15/dc-mcpherson-square-homeless-clearing/
Thanks.
My prejudice for ineptitude of DC governance kicked in.
RE: Doctors with reflectors. I actually had an ENT who wore one. I guess it was to help get light up my oversized nose!
About this business of "Russian to Conclusions." There is a distinct stain of intellectual laziness or the lack of critical thinking on our national character. It may be less obvious at various times, but never entirely goes away. I am more likely than not to call out those on the rabid right for this shortcoming but, in all honesty, I have seen it manifested on the left side of the spectrum of American political life all too often as well. Whether it's our teetering education system (the system, not the brave souls soldering on in the front lines, formerly known as classrooms), the general "hit-and-run" nature of online information acquisition, maybe something more deeply psychological, dealing with self-preservation or--- perhaps a combination of factors --- I'll leave to the experts. When it comes to things Russian specifically, being too quick to conflate or jump to conclusions can certainly apply but unfortunately, there is also the matter of collateral damage wrought directly or indirectly by the actions of a delusional dictator --- there always is.
“When Marjorie Taylor Greene solves the Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture, a true but as-yet unproven mathematical number theory describing the set of rational solutions to equations defining an elliptical curve.”
I would say when a day goes by that MTG doesn't say or post something stupid.
Got a bad sore throat first week of December; tested (home test) negative. Sore throat abated in a few days, but turned into unrelenting cough. Plus a couple of days when I had to go back to bed because I became exhausted after breakfast. Still tested negative. Lost the fatigue thing but still had the cough, though much less worse. Tested a few days after Christmas -- positive. If it weren't for the positive results, I wouldn't have though I had anything at that point, but it was a great excuse for getting out of things I didn't want to do.
Vaccinations aren't supposed to keep you from getting COVID; they're supposed to keep you from getting it so badly you get hospitalized -- or die.
To find the original source of images online, using Google Chrome, right-click the image and choose "Search Image with Google". I looked up all of them to see the source.
Before we call all bow tie wearers assholes, we must remember that Louis Farrakhan wore them. Here is an article about famous bow tie weares. You're welcome.
http://archive.boston.com/lifestyle/fashion/gallery/famousties?pg=7
THIS Louis Farrakhan? Not an asshole?
https://www.cnn.com/2018/02/28/politics/louis-farrakhan-speech/index.html
Actually, I do agree with you Hwfagn, but he's not an asshole just because he wears a bow tie. There are far better reasons for him being considered an asshole.
I think that was Gene's point...it's not that wearing a bowtie makes you an asshole, it's that bowtie wearers by and large just happen to be assholes.
But then there's this guy:
https://mosbowsmemphis.com/
And Bill Nye.
BTW- Did you happen to click through the gallery to see the rest of the famous bowtie wearers? Winston Churchill, Frank Sinatra, Liberace, Orville Reddenbacher, Fred Astaire, Donald Duck, The Cat in the Hat, James Bond, Andre 3000 and Rihanna, Playboy Bunnies...
John P. Flannery
Pat --- Can I assume you have turned up your keen nose for the ill-placed punctuation mark and sinful syntax and decided to ignore my plea for acknowledging an epidemic of exclamation marks ?! Or interrobangs like the preceding ? And what to make of your continued love affair with the semi-colon, despite Kurt Vonnegut calling them "...transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college ?” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIpop-oWFRw
Are you talking about MY sinful syntax?
I like punctuation marks: they're extremely economical ways of clarifying a sentence as well as showing pacing and emphasis. A semicolon is a great way to link two independent clauses (phrases that could count as full sentences) without the separation and topic-changing that a period might imply. It does, of course, make the sentence longer, with two halves -- so if you're after a punchy, abrupt, rapid-fire tone, you wouldn't want to use semicolons. But not all writing needs to be so terse; that would become tedious in its own way.
Never ! That was a compliment. No doubt my syntax was flawed or sinful. You are the Grand PooBah in these here parts when it comes to bumping nouns and verbs (among other parts of speech) together as well as adding those symbols to stop or move them along. However --- while you've confirmed the place in your stony copy editor's heart for the semicolon, you have not brought the same enlightenment to the exclamation mark. F. Scott called using them akin to "laughing at your own jokes."
Think of exclamation marks as being zeroth-generation emoticons. "Thanks" is a common courtesy. "Thanks!" is sincere appreciation.
Many Air Force passenger planes in my time (retired over 20 years ago) had the backs of the seats facing the cockpit. If you crash land, your body force is absorbed by the seat back, not the belt. Ergo, I prefer riding "backwards" as a passenger in all moving vehicles.
And do you ask the engineer or the conductor of a train about those backward seats? I’ve ridden the Acela ( and the Metroliner back in the olden days) often and I don’t know if I ever Interacted with the engineer. Clearly the source of Gene’s affliction was that train ride.
When I was growing up, we were told all kinds of things about our ancestral roots, which were alleged to include Scottish, Irish, German, French, Italian, Native American, and who knows what else. Then a few years ago I took a DNA test for medical reasons, and it came back plain ol' white. Like, white-white, with over 80% of my DNA traceable to the immediate environs of London, Liverpool, Glasgow, and the Irish province of Ulster specifically.
Anyway, building on your Ukraine example, I have chosen to similarly historically revisit my heritage, so from now on if anyone asks I am predominantly Goidel-Brythonnic.
I think you want to say Anglo-Celtic or English-Goidelic. Brythonnic--now generally spelled Brittonic--refers to the Welsh, Cornish, and Breton languages as opposed to Goidelic, which comprises Scots Gaelic, Irish Gaelic (a.k.a. Erse), and Manx. These six include all the surviving Celtic languages.
Gene --- Sorry to learn you are plagued. I myself may have set the record for very long COVID, although it could just be a sympathetic reaction to those non-stop TV drug ads. Btw ---who comes up with those truncated names that sound like they should always be accompanied by a gob of phlegm ? Anyway, take it from me --- that liquid kryptonite, also known as chicken soup --- has no effect on COVID when used as normally prescribed. And while I found that bathing in it is relaxing, that really only serves to make certain no one is close enough to catch it from you.
I sincerely suggest that you fall out of love with it.
In the 1970s, I attended a women’s college in the South, known for producing ladies who married well and joined the junior league. As I aspired to neither, I was thrilled to read in our alumni bulletin that one of our graduates owned a restaurant in New York City called the Russian Tea Room. A cool job in a big city, in a quirky little ethnic diner!
That summer, my mother took my sister and me on a special trip to New York to see a couple of shows and shop in the “big city” department stores. I suggested that we find and have lunch at the Russian Tea Room. Maybe the owner would be behind the register, and we could bond over our shared college experience! I imagined pumpernickel sandwiches and blintzes, and cups of hot Lipton tea.
After a morning of touristing, we Southern innocents found the address in a phone book at a pay phone, strode up to the front door, and slowed as reality overlaid my imagination. Mama grabbed my hand and pulled me right on out of the entry. We stood on the street and laughed and laughed, and then went and had lunch somewhere more within our social status and pocketbook. And we told the story over and over back home.
All this to say: I am quite sure a young woman who attended a backwater Southern college in the mid-20th century was not Russian in any traditionally meaningful sense, and it would not occur to me that anyone would make the connection now. I’m glad you all had a wonderful meal there, and I will continue to enjoy my not-Russian vodka.
“…cracking wise….”? Really, Gene? Wisecrack, wisecracks, wisecracking, wisecracked. All fine uses. “Cracking wise” is used by columnists trying to be cutesy. BARF. Do not argue with me on this. I am correct.
Cracking wise reeks of 1940s detective novels. I love it.