Order in the Court! The Honorable Judge MD presiding…

Okay, okay. Before we start a blood feud or anything like that:

The Mall Diva realizes Kevin’s relatively innocent role in all of the recent events, and hereby lets him off the hook (though I will keep the hook handy).

If Cathy the Volunteer Maternal Protector (VMP) in the Wright still wants to kick his butt, that’s between them (but probably time well spent).

As Princess FlickerFeather stated, DDR does rock, but the dance-off will have to wait for another time.

As for Uncle Ben, the Mall Diva charges him as being the instigator, and therefore will decide if he should be let off the hook or not. This statement, however, does not mean that he is barred from getting a good (and safe) haircut. Time and place, man.

Challenging Word of the Week: defenestration

Defenestration

(dee fen ih STRAY shun) n.



Defenestration is the act of throwing someone (yes, someone!) or something out of a window. To defenestrate a person or a thing is to engage in that activity — a strange one indeed, since these words are more commonly applied to situations where what is thrown out of the window is a person, rather than a thing. It is surprising, in view of what must be the infrequency of this type of activity, that there exists a word for it, but then, there exists a word for just about everything. There is a famous incident in history when an act of defenestration of people was committed: the Defenestration of Prague. It seems that, just before the outbreak of the Thirty Years War in 1618, the two principal Roman Catholic members of the Bohemian National Council were thrown out of a window of the castle at Prague by the Protestant members — one way to settle an argument. They weren’t killed. The castle had a moat in which the defenestrated twain were lucky enough to land, with only minor injuries. Strangely enough, it is once more to Prague that we have to travel to find a more recent (and this time fatal) instance of what might been defenestration. Jan Masaryk (1886-1948, son of Tomas Garrigue Masaryk, first president of Czechoslovakia) was foreign minister of the Czech government-in-exile in London during World War II. He returned to Prague, retaining that post, when that war ended. A short time after the communist coup in 1948, he fell to his death from a window. Despite the official explanation of suicide, the circumstances have never eliminated the possibility of dastardly defenestration. In A Time of Gifts (John Murray, London, 1977), the English writer Patrick Leigh Fermor (b. 1915) tells us of the martyrdom of St. Johannes Nepomuk in 1393 by the henchman of King Wenceslas IV. They hurled Johannes into the River Vltava (also known as the Moldau) from a bridge in Prague. Mr. Fermor adds in a footnote: “there are several instances of defenestration in Czech history, and it has continued into modern times [referring, no doubt, to poor Masaryk]. The martyrdom of St. Johannes is the only case of depontification, but it must be part of the same Tarpeian tendency.” Mr. Fermor is referring to the Tarpeian Rock — the Mons Tarpeius — on the Capitoline Hill in ancient Rome, from which criminals and traitors were hurled to their death.



This selection is taken from the book, “1000 Most Challenging Words” by Norman W. Schur, ©1987 by the Ballantine Reference Library, Random House.



I post a weekly “Challenging Words” definition to call more attention to this delightful book and to promote interesting word usage in the blogosphere. I challenge other bloggers to work the current word into a post sometime in the coming week. If you manage to do so, please leave a comment or a link to where I can find it.

Friday Fundamentals in Film: class report

No movie this week as I’ve exhausted my original list of films and discussion topics I compiled for the Fundamentals in Film class I taught to a small group of junior and senior high school boys. I am, however, in the process of reviewing other films I’ve thought of or that people have recommended so I can continue the series, using the same approach of looking for examples of personal character within the movies. My thanks to those of you who have commented, e-mailed or spoken to me in person to tell me what you’ve gotten out of this series or how you plan to use it with your own sons or young adults. I’m honored by your response, and it is your reaction that has encouraged me to expand the series.

I’ve been promising a post describing how the Fundamentals in Film class went over with the boys and whether or not I felt it met the objectives I had in mind, and this is as good a time as any to get into this.

Opening a Can…

Tonight my dad and I went to Keegan’s, had some fun and sucked at trivia, along with Uncle Ben and a newby who called himself Randy. There was much drinking, socializing, and yelling at Marty for daring to tell us our short-bus answers were wrong. Something was missing, though…what was it?

Oh, yeah!

Kevin! Afraid to show your face, were you? After all the: “this is what happens when you skip Keegan’s” crap that you tried to pull? I’m there more often than you are! Uncle Ben felt some wrath, but of course he blamed it on you.

“Kevin started it!”

Well, in the famous words of Manny the Wooly Mammoth,:

“I don’t care who started it, I’m gonna finish it!”

‘Nuff said.

Beware the pig

Samantha Burns had a post yesterday summarizing stories of stupid people doing stupid things with wild animals – and paying the consequences. I love stories with happy endings!

It also reminded me of a close animal encounter in our own family (no, not this or this). And no, we weren’t doing anything we shouldn’t have been doing.

When the Mall Diva was about four the Reverend Mother and I took her to the Renaissance Festival with the requisite stop at its petting zoo. In the pen that year, along with the standard sheep and goats, was a dark, Vietnamese pot-bellied pig (nothing says Middle Ages like the trendy pet of the year). The RM filled her cupped hands with grain and squatted down next to the pre-Diva to feed a hungry young goat; both kids were delighted. The sinister pig, already foreshadowed for you, began to snuffle its way innocently over to my young family. Casually approaching from behind it then suddenly and without warning or provocation lifted its head and nipped my wife on the seat of her pants. Since the pants were knit and fit her in a way that I like, you can assume that the pig got more than fabric. With a sudden whoop my wife, the corn and the pig all scattered in different but more or less vertical directions while several strangers lamented that they didn’t have a videocamera when they needed one.

Fortunately, while her concentration may have been broken, my wife’s skin wasn’t and it turned into a good laugh all around. Since all the acts at the festival are into their role-playing I just figured the pig thought it was the Italian Renaissance Festival and acted accordingly.

States of Mine

I’ve seen this meme in a few places the last couple of weeks and it piqued my curiousity about how many states I’ve visited. I don’t think my personal total is of much interest to readers of his blog, but you might want to try the link and create your own states visited map — you might be surprised when you see the graphic representation.

I don’t think of myself as having traveled a lot, but it turns out I’ve been in 32 of the 50 states. Some of the travels were due merely to life its ownself; born in Texas with a father in the Air Force, I lived in Puerto Rico (not included in the map), Arkansas and Missouri before he left the service. After that we lived in Indiana for a time before moving back to Missouri. After college, my career took me to Arizona and then Minnesota were I’ve lived for longer than any other stop along the way (nearly 26 years). That accounts for six states; the other 26 came about through tourism and business travel. (Some of these places are described on the right hand side of this page under the heading Nights on the Road.)

Otherwise, don’t ask me for a lot of information on things to see or places to stay. I saw many states from a pallet in the folded down back section of a Plymouth station wagon when I was a kid and my parents would set out in a different direction every summer for our annual vacation. I know we visited some amazing places, but the main interest for my siblings and I then was whether or not our hotel that night would have a swimming pool. I’ve only attempted one similar multi-state excursion since I’ve been married, and I’ve done it with two pretty well-behaved daughters and a car with cruise-control and air-conditioning. It’s hard to ken the depths of wanderlust and/or masochism that prompted my parents to try this annually with our bunch of yahoos. Thanks, Mom and Dad!

The map also highlights for me one of the travel desires I have yet to fulfill. I would love to take a month some autumn to travel through New England, driving up the Hudson River Valley and traipsing through Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine and on into Massachusetts, finishing up in Boston. Some day, some day …

For now, however, travel thoughts are coalescing around Europe and the idea of The Big Family Trip The Kids Will Always Remember in what may conceivably be one of our last summers where we’re all together.

visited 32 states (62%)

I am not a heretic

“I welcome this kind of examination because people have got to know whether or not their blogger’s a heretic. Well, I am not a heretic.”

Whew! Given the usual format for these QuizFarm exercises, I would have expected the quiz to be entitled “What kind of heretic are you?”

HT: Robbo at The Llama Butchers.

Are you a heretic?
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You scored as Chalcedon compliant. You are Chalcedon compliant. Congratulations, you’re not a heretic. You believe that Jesus is truly God and truly man and like us in every respect, apart from sin. Officially approved in 451.

Chalcedon compliant

100%

Apollanarian

67%

Monophysitism

58%

Nestorianism

50%

Arianism

42%

Modalism

33%

Pelagianism

33%

Socinianism

25%

Adoptionist

25%

Gnosticism

17%

Albigensianism

8%

Monarchianism

8%

Donatism

8%

Docetism

8%

Are you a heretic?
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Robert Naegele III, eat your heart out

Naegele scion and skateboard park visionary Robert Naegele III apparently, um, skated on his commitment with the Minneapolis Park and Recreation Board to build a state-of-the-art skateboard park on the Fort Snelling grounds (as reported here in the Strib). The park won’t be built, and the Minneapolis tax payers are on the hook for paying contractors for work that’s been done on the unfinished project.



I’m just guessing, but perhaps Naegele III thought, “Why mess around with the socialists when I can work with real communists?” Here’s a photo of a skateboard park under construction near Shanghai (HT: Z+ Partners Blog):






Wired’s January 2006 issue contains a brief piece about a “planned metropolis” on the outskirts of Shanghai that features a 130,000-square-foot, $26 million dollar complex for skateboarders. It sounds impressive. The only question it raises is who is actually going to use it? As Transworld Skateboarding Magazine casually observed in one of their recent travel pieces: “There aren’t hundreds of skaters in Shanghai. In fact we probably only came across a handful at most…”



Does The Great Chairman Coleman (here, here and here) or Mao Tse Thune over in the People’s Republic of St. Paul know about this?

Where would I be without them?

Happy Birthday to:

Peter Mark Roget, born in London (1779). His name is attached to the Thesaurus, but he had a long career as a physician and a scientist before he compiled it. As a younger man, he experimented with laughing gas, figured out how to improve the public water supply, invented the log-log slide rule, and wrote a paper which was the first to describe the persistence of images on the retina, thought to have been the first step toward the development of the movie camera. In Roget’s Thesaurus you can find all sorts of suggestions for words that you want synonyms for. For “talk,” he suggests: “chatter, chat, prate, prattle, patter, babble, gab, gabble, gibble-gabble, jabber, blab, blabber, blather, blether, clatter, run on, rattle on, ramble on, run on like a mill race, talk till one is blue in the face.”

A. A. (Alan Alexander) Milne, born in St. John’s Wood, London (1882). He wrote for the humor magazine Punch, and he was the author of a successful play called Mr. Pim Passes By. But once he published Winnie the Pooh, nobody ever remembered anything else he had written. In a little verse, he lamented: When I wrote them, little thinking/All my years of pen – and – inking/Would be almost lost among/Those four trifles for the young.

HT: The Writer’s Almanac.

Democrats say, “Your Mommy…”

Not content to wait until children enter public school to begin their political slandering and unsubtle brainwashing, those kindly Democrats have come up with an enchanting children’s book to explain what otherwise seems incomprehensible: why someone would be a Democrat.

At least, I think it’s a children’s book; it might be a field manual for Howard Dean’s ground forces.

(HT: Gordon at Dog Snot Diaries.)

The web-site for the book describes its purpose:

Why Mommy is a Democrat brings to life the core values of the Democratic party in ways that young children will easily understand and thoroughly enjoy. Using plain and non-judgmental language, along with warm and whimsical illustrations, this colorful 28-page paperback depicts the Democratic principles of fairness, tolerance, peace and concern for the well-being of others. It’s a great way for parents to gently communicate their commitment to these principles and explain their support for the party.

Aww, how sweet. But the very next two paragraphs, however, say (boldface emphasis mine):

Why Mommy is a Democrat may look like a traditional children’s book, but it definitely isn’t just for children. With numerous subtle (and not-so-subtle) satirical swipes at the Bush administration and the Republican party (in plain and non-judgmental language, of course), Why Mommy will appeal to Democrats of all ages!

Finally, a portion of the profits (such language!) will be donated to Democratic candidates and party organizations, so your purchase will help make an immediate difference!

Sample pages from the book include statements and illustrations such as:

“Democrats make sure we all share our toys, just like Mommy does.” (Illustration of friendly squirrels playing and sharing while well-dressed people walk by and turn their noses up at someone begging.)

“Democrats make sure we are always safe, just like Mommy does.” (Illustration of Mommy directing children away from an elephant going by).

“Democrats make sure children can go to school, just like Mommy does.” (Illustration of mommy packing backpacks for her children while rich people in the background stand with their daughter in front of a building that says ‘Admission $160,000’).

Since Democrats are so good and kind and want children to know the truth, and because they feel so strongly about their core values, I’m certain that the other pages in the book contain the following statements (you’ll have to think up the illustrations yourself):

  • Democrats think Mommy had the right to kill you before you were born, just like Mommy does.
  • Democrats say name-calling is all right, just like Mommy does.
  • Democrats don’t want you to make decisions for yourself, just like Mommy does.
  • Democrats think it’s more important to make sure the teacher’s union is protected than to make sure you get a good education, just like Mommy does.
  • Democrats think you don’t need a Daddy, just like Mommy does.
  • Democrats make sure that bullies are encouraged, just like Mommy does.
  • Democrats want you to do as they say, not as they do, just like Mommy does.
  • Democrats think people from other places have just as much right to play in your backyard as you do, just like Mommy does.
  • Democrats think you will always need a nanny, no matter how old you are, just like Mommy does.

Of course, Mommy doesn’t really think and do these things. If she did she might be arrested for child abuse.

Yes, Mommy, I know, I’m not being very nice – but they started it!

Update:

David at Our House and Fuzzy Nietsche at Nihilist in Golf Pants are on the story as well. Mommy’s got some ‘splainin to do.