26 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 10-18-18

  1. Kinda like “Who’s on first?”
    Can you imagine how much work and practice that went into that routine?’
    Took lotsa smarts.
    It reminded me of a morning drive-time pair that worked WMAL in Washington.
    Hardin & Weaver owned the drive time. But their routines usually lasted about an hour and then repeated. People listened to them while driving to work.
    And they would give the time every couple of minutes. You always knew what time it was and the conditions of the roadways.
    But, like Abbot and Costello, they didn’t much care for each other off the set. They went their own way. One, on his boat in the Potomac, the other was a golfer.

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  2. Good morning! Just finishing up a night shift. Had a big anatomy test yesterday in which I think I did well. The only bone I messed up on was the rib. I could not remember all of the names of its features.

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  3. I thought I had the text of the “Who’s on First” skit by Abbot and Costello. Instead, I found this modernized version. I forget where I found it. It’s kinda long, but enjoy it anyway.

    ABBOTT AND COSTELLO’S COMPUTER CONVERSATION

    If Bud Abbott and Lou Costello were alive today, their infamous sketch, “Who’s on first?” might have turned out something like this: COSTELLO CALLS TO BUY A COMPUTER FROM ABBOTT…

    ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
    COSTELLO: Thanks. I’m setting up an office in my den and I’m thinking about buying a computer.
    ABBOTT: Mac?
    COSTELLO: No, the name’s Lou.
    ABBOTT: Your computer?
    COSTELLO: I don’t own a computer. I want to buy one.
    ABBOTT: Mac?
    COSTELLO: I told you, my name’s Lou.
    ABBOTT: What about Windows?
    COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?
    ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?
    COSTELLO: I don’t know. What will I see when I look at the windows?
    ABBOTT: Wallpaper.
    COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.
    ABBOTT: Software for Windows?
    COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business. What do you have?
    ABBOTT: Office.
    COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?
    ABBOTT: I just did.
    COSTELLO: You just did what?
    ABBOTT: Recommend something.
    COSTELLO: You recommended something?
    ABBOTT: Yes.
    COSTELLO: For my office?
    ABBOTT: Yes.
    COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?
    ABBOTT: Office.
    COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!
    ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.
    COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let’s just say I’m sitting at my computer and I want to type a proposal. What do I need?
    ABBOTT: Word.
    COSTELLO: What word?
    ABBOTT: Word in Office.
    COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.
    ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.
    COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?
    ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue “W”.
    COSTELLO: I’m going to click your blue “w” if you don’t start with some straight answers. OK, forget that. Can I watch movies on the Internet?
    ABBOTT: Yes, you want Real One.
    COSTELLO: Maybe a real one, maybe a cartoon. What I watch is none of your business. Just tell me what I need!
    ABBOTT: Real One.
    COSTELLO: If it’s a long movie, I also want to watch reels 2, 3 and 4. Can I watch them?
    ABBOTT: Of course.
    COSTELLO: Great! With what?
    ABBOTT: Real One.
    COSTELLO: OK, I’m at my computer and I want to watch a movie. What do I do?
    ABBOTT: You click the blue “1”.
    COSTELLO: I click the blue one what?
    ABBOTT: The blue “1”.
    COSTELLO: Is that different from the blue w?
    ABBOTT: The blue “1” is Real One and the blue “W” is Word.
    COSTELLO: What word?
    ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.
    COSTELLO: But there are three words in “office for windows”!
    ABBOTT: No, just one. But it’s the most popular Word in the world.
    COSTELLO: It is?
    ABBOTT: Yes, but to be fair, there aren’t many other Words left. It pretty much wiped out all the other Words out there.
    COSTELLO: And that word is real one?
    ABBOTT: Real One has nothing to do with Word. Real One isn’t even part of Office.
    COSTELLO: STOP! Don’t start that again. What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with?
    ABBOTT: Money.
    COSTELLO: That’s right. What do you have?
    ABBOTT: Money.
    COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?
    ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.
    COSTELLO: What’s bundled with my computer?
    ABBOTT: Money.
    COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?
    ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge.
    COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?
    ABBOTT: One copy.
    COSTELLO: Isn’t it illegal to copy money?
    ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.
    COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?
    ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT!

    (A few days later…)

    ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
    COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?
    ABBOTT: Click on “START”.

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  4. Funny.

    I’m struggling with an election story about a city council race in a city none of us really cover. It’s come to this. I couldn’t get the city clerk to call me back yesterday, am going to try again this morning and figured I’d just drive out there if I still can’t get anyone.

    Then I have a state assembly race to write up — it’s the one where a dog park acquaintance is running as a Republican. But it’s a hugely Democratic area with a popular Democratic incumbent. The Republican got 9 votes in the primary. 😦

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  5. Mumsee, on your question from yesterday, I do not know very much about the kill free meat process, but I do know that it is possible to harvest and culture just about any kind cell in the lab. Harvesting and culturing cells has been done for many decades now, for many different purposes. But the volume of cells required for manufacturing a piece of meat the size of a steak or a roast would be much higher than what is needed for scientific study or laboratory testing or the manufacture of certain medical treatments.

    For those who like math, chemistry, physics, or engineering, here is an engineering problem based on the manufacture of human insulin using genetically altered bacterial cells, which is actually how the vast majority of medical insulin for diabetic treatment is manufactured (a very small amount is extracted from pig pancreases, but pig derived insulin is less safe for humans); and even if you don’t understand the math involved (I don’t) the surrounding text offers a pretty good picture of what is involved in the culture of insulin-producing bacteria cells and gives an idea of just how complicated lab production of anything is: http://www.seorf.ohio.edu/~tstork/compass.rose/Insulin.pdf

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  6. I had a lovely morning walk this morning. I told my husband when I returned that I needed to be triplets, each with a camera, so much was worth seeing and photographing! First, we had the first frost of the season (as far as I know it was the first), and it made the flowers and weeds beautiful. Then when the sun hit it, steam came up, which was also beautiful. So the first photographer would have been focusing on plants and landscape shots.

    The second photographer would have been focusing on birds. Only she would have had a hard time knowing where to go to get the shots, since birds were active everywhere. So one triplet would focus on trying to get warbler photos, and she’d send one to get photos of other species. In particular, yellow-rumped warblers were everywhere, but multiple species were out and about. And I got my first view (and first photos) of a bird I’ve long wanted to see: the yellow-billed cuckoo! I didn’t get to see (or photograph) its tail (which is one of its prettiest features), but the bird was a treat and it was a fairly good sighting. I was on the trail and it flew into a bush near me. When I saw it in flight I thought, That’s either a cuckoo or a large flycatcher, and my hunch is cuckoo. But I couldn’t get a very good look from where I was, and a jogger was heading toward me up the trail. Normally I’d stay to the side and let her pass, but I thought, This is my first sight of this species, and who knows when I’ll ever get another, or at least get such a close view, and so I backed up into the middle of the trail, far enough to get the bird’s head in view–and it didn’t fly. So I got four or five shots before it flew. And I looked around and the jogger was still headed my way, and we greeted each other. (For all I knew, she saw the bird fly and knew what I was doing and ran in circles for a few seconds so we wouldn’t be in each other’s way. But she didn’t run by me and scare the bird, I didn’t impede her progress, neither of us scared the bird, and I got some photos. So it was all good.)

    One of the triplets, getting a break from taking other photos, would also have had three separate deer sightings, two of young bucks (not the same deer) and one of a doe and her fawn. The doe stood staring at me, standing in a really lovely glade with the sun on her beautifully. Her fawn came back to see what was taking so much of her attention, and I zoomed out to get the fawn too. Eventually I walked away to leave her in peace. There was a chain-link fence between us, so I went up to the fence and shot through the fence, but we could see each other easily. It’s better for humans and deer if deer have some fear of humans, so I don’t really like seeing local ones stop from a few yards away and look back at me. But in this case I wasn’t “right on top of her” and there was a fence between us, so I felt OK going right up to the fence and shooting through it.

    I got back to the pond and shot a few pictures of the mallards, and then my husband called and asked if I wanted to go to McDonald’s for breakfast. It was perfect timing since I was finished for the day, and full to bursting from the beauty of God’s world in just one morning.

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  7. Had a chance to look back at the last few days’ posts. On the question of things money cannot solve:
    Living here, and witnessing first hand some of the problems that sometimes Canadians only hear about in the media, I would say, money cannot replace the sense of loss and of being lost for those who have for generations been treated as chattel by the government, instead of as human beings. There has long been expressed, in the working class rural culture I grew up in, resentment that the government pours money into the First Nations and Inuit communities of Canada and sees very little in return. The societal problems of addiction, violence, and suicide remain. I do not begrudge the First Nations or Inuit the financial support, and, indeed, the more I learn, the more I realize that most of it is simply their own money being returned to them. But money alone cannot repair the shattering of their culture and way of life.

    Just as an example from my own home province: much of what is called the Greater Toronto Area (GTA) in southern Ontario was actually land recognized by the British crown as belonging to the First Nations, but was gradually finagled from them by various devious methods and developed by Ontarians into the massive metropolis surrounded by gradually shrinking fertile farmland that it now is (one six of the population of Canada lives in the GTA). For example, the western part of Hamilton, a city of about 750,000 people between Toronto and Niagara, sits upon land that belongs to the Six Nations, who were given that land in payment for their service to the British crown. The Six Nations now live on a small reserve close to the town of Brantford, which is named for their leader, Joseph Brant, who was the ally of the British in America. The reserve now lacks a supply of clean water, having been removed from all good watercourses, and must regularly truck in water. On a corner of the reduced Six Nations reserve, live the Mississauga tribe, where the Six Nations gave them refuge when they were driven from their own lands. The Mississauga were the original inhabitants of that area of southern Ontario, and the British actually had purchased a portion of their land to give to the Six Nations, who were exiled from their traditional homes in New York State for their support of the British. Between Hamilton and Toronto, there is the city of Mississauga, named, no doubt, for the original inhabitants, whose descendant now live in a corner of the Six Nations reserve. The city of Mississauga is quite prosperous, and is one of the fastest growing cities in the province, rapidly approaching 1 million inhabitants.

    The reason the hamlet I am now staying in became settled and not just one of many camp sites is because the Inuit nomads in the area lost their sled dogs, not just to disease, but also to culls by the RCMP for various reasons. They were unable to hunt (snowmobiles cost money, need fuel and mechanical maintenance) and became dependent on government support. During the Cold War, the government of Canada wanted to have a settled presence in the north, so they encouraged the settlement of the Inuit and promised them jobs, which never really came into being. The government also made the Inuit wear dog tags for identification, stamped with only their first name and a number, thus partially wiping out the oral history of Inuit surnames. The story of the First Nations and Inuit of Canada, and their ill treatment by those interested in using the land of First Nations and Inuit to further business (the Hudson’s Bay Company comes to mind) or national interests reminds me repeatedly of the story found in Joshua 9:3-27 and II Samuel 21:1-14. The First Nations were, with the exception of the Iroquois, who were British allies, vs. the settlers of New France during the struggle between France and England for the control of North America, never at war with the British, and at no time were the Inuit enemies of Canada. The French and then the British and then the Canadian government, in settling what has become Canada, made a series of treaties and agreements with the First Nations and Inuit, promising them prosperous alliances. The alliances were prosperous for the settlers, but not for the indigenous inhabitants. Like the Gibeonites with Joshua, treaties was made, but like Saul disregarding Joshua’s covenant, those treaties were violated. God waited until well into the reign of David to punish Israel and fulfill the terms of Genesis 9:6 for Saul’s attempted genocide of the Gibeonites. The message is clear throughout Scripture – breaking of covenants is a serious offence in the eyes of God, and monetary payments alone will not atone, and furthermore, a delay does not mean God has forgotten justice. Money can not cover the violation of an oath.

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  8. So, do those young waxwings look grumpy and grabby? The one in front seems to be talking with his mouth full. “Mine!”

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  9. Waxwings are never crabby they are excited to be alive and part of the crowd. They love flying around chatting about the best berry sources and who said what and what the afternoon plans are. Kind of like blackbirds.

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  10. Which I am listening to right now. They are getting ready for migration and are in huge flocks. Fun to watch as they practice maneuvers getting ready.

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  11. Ravens foregather around here. They are worldly wise birds, up to all the latest dodges. They make the weirdest noises, in addition to the typical ravens’ croak – one call sounds like water dropping in a deep hole, a plunking kind of a sound.

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  12. I read recently that a group of ravens was called an “unkindness”. A foregathering of ravens may also be called a “conspiracy.” They certainly do look like they are conspiring, and they harass the little dogs of the hamlet. The little dogs are an enigma, little shortlegged animals with thick fur and bushy tails (some of them resemble nothing so much as a fox). Rumour has it that they are descents of a corgi who came up with his master and interbred with the original huskies of the area. There are some of the original huskies still to be seen, but they are rather thin on the ground.

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  13. Life’s little amusements. Twenty two year old daughter came home this evening to pick up her sister’s car. She was driven by a friend. Daughter needed the restroom so I gave her the key to the bathroom. She came out, he needed to go so we sent him down there as well. He came back and handed me the key. I chuckled about needing to keep the guest room locked. He said it was not locked when he went in so he left it unlocked but he would go back and lock it. They left. Eleven year old came out and said her bathroom door was locked. Apparently he did not make it to the guest bathroom but went into theirs and locked it. We do not have a key to that bathroom. Oops. Good thing this house has four bathrooms.

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