Animal Adventures

Here’s what happens when one cat gets to go outside on a supervised jaunt, leaving his brother and the dog behind:

Cane and Julio are unhappy that Lester is outside. #Julio #catsofinstagram #Cane #DogsOfInstagram #greyhound

Here’s what happens when the dog is waiting for me to finish my morning writing and take him out:

He'd say Good Morning, but he isn't up yet. #Cane #DogsOfInstagram #greyhound

Here’s what happens when I wake up the other cat from his nap:

Huh.... #Lester #catsofinstagram

Here’s what it looks like when the dog is not cooperative for his photo-op:

Uncooperative dee-oh-gee is uncooperative. #Cane #DogsOfInstagram #greyhound #overalls #vintage #Key #bluedenim

Here’s what happens on a lazy weekend morning:

Saturday morning: coffee, overalls, and a sleeping dee-oh-gee. #Ahhhh #overalls #pointerbrand

Here’s what happens when we’re at the park and the dog get hot and finds some water:

Cane loves water. #Cane #DogsOfInstagram #greyhound #ChestnutRidge #wny #OrchardPark

And here’s what happens when the dog actually cooperates for his photo-op.

Good LORD, that is one good-looking dee-oh-gee! Seriously, he is a FANTASTIC fashion accessory. #Cane #DogsOfInstagram #greyhound #overalls #Dickies #bleacheddenim

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Symphony Saturday (holding pattern edition)

Sorry to miss this feature the last couple of weeks! There’s a reason for that, though: I was finally going to address the symphonies of Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky, but just the last three, which are among the greatest symphonies ever written. But then I figured, I’ve never actually heard his first three symphonies, so I wanted to hear them first before I blogged about them. So starting next week, six weeks of Tchaikovsky!

In the meantime, we’ll back up a hundred years. Here’s Mozart’s Symphony No. 25 in G minor.

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Bad Joke Friday

A video delivery this time! Courtesy The West Wing.

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Something for Thursday

Today a brief suite from Elmer Bernstein’s score to the film Far From Heaven, a movie which seems to have dropped somewhat off the radar unfortunately. Bernstein died not long afterwards, following one of the great careers in film scoring. For this film Bernstein really captured the story’s sense of elegiac sadness, as several characters’ lives intersect in a way that leaves most of them unable to live the life they really want. A sad and beautiful score for a sad and beautiful film.

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Does whatever a spider can!

One of my important weekly tasks at The Store is running our generator load test. This is when I activate our store’s generator and let it run the store’s emergency systems for a half hour or so, just to make sure it’s doing its thing correctly. The generator is located in one of the two power houses, which is an enclosed machine room actually on the roof. The power houses are not sealed against the outside, and therefore during the summer months, the power houses can — and usually do — become home to a lot of spiders.

Now, I like spiders a lot. I think they’re nifty and they do important work by eating flies and whatnot. (My admiration and respect for spiders vanishes utterly if one actually manages to get on me, though. If that happens, it’s Squishing Time.) There was a particularly big spider in there this morning, and while sometimes when there get to be too many of them I’ll knock down their webs, this one I decided to let go for a while as he/she was spinning a web.

But of course I documented the activity photographically. Here is Phil*, in action!

I name all spiders "Phil". #spiders

Phil (or Philippa) hard at work. #spiders

Phil ignored me. Thanks, Phil! #spiders


*I always dub specific spiders “Phil”, in honor of this clip from Friends.


And yes, I’m aware that this might have actually been a Philippa. I have no idea how to tell, though.

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On the Founding Fathers (a repost)

I’ve had this post on my mind the last day or so, since I’m seeing as part of the usual dialog regarding guns various appeals to what the Founding Fathers meant by their terrible wording of the Second Amendment. I’m frustrated by this line of argument, on either side, because I don’t think that what the Founding Fathers meant or wanted should be terribly relevant at all. Oddly, I went searching for this post and found that I wrote it exactly three years ago.

I’ve recently read a book called Me the People: One Man’s Selfless Quest to Rewrite the Constitution of the United States of America, by Kevin Bleyer. Mr. Bleyer is, among other things, one of the writers for The Daily Show, which means that this book is a mixture of humor and serious discussion, with the occasional problem that at times it’s difficult to separate the two. But it still present a fascinating look at the process by which the Founding Fathers arrived at the Constitution, and what kinds of problems exist in trying to force a modern, technological superpower’s society on a governmental structure created by a bunch of agrarian former colonists more than two hundred years ago.

In all honesty, I’ve never been much for idolatry of the Constitution. I recently had a friend try to draw me into a conversation on gun control, and I strongly resisted, not particularly wanting to venture down that particular garden path, well, ever. But my friend did ask me this: “Well, you believe in the Constitution, don’t you?” That struck me as an interesting question, because, well, what does it mean?

Do I believe in the Constitution? I suppose so, in that I believe that we have a government that is structured according to the provisions contained within the Constitution’s pages. And that’s about all that I believe about it. I don’t believe that there is anything especially sacred about the Constitution, and I don’t believe that the Constitution represents some kind of moment when we rose to greatness. In truth, the Constitution is a muddled mess of a document, and the government it creates isn’t so much a brilliantly constructed Machine of Democracy as a hodge-podge, ramshackle mess of compromises with difficulties exacerbated by some really poor writing.

When discussing various issues, I try to never get wrapped up in talking about what “the Founding Fathers wanted”, for a number of reasons. To begin with, the Constitution simply does not represent any kind of ‘consensus’ on the part of the Founding Fathers. A lot of them disliked the resulting document and simply accepted it as “the best thing we’re likely to end up with”. When the biggest matter of consensus arising from the Constitutional Convention was a general sense of “Meh, this was the best we could do, folks”, the idea of ascribing any particular thought or philosophy to “the Founding Fathers” doesn’t make much sense. Heck, Thomas Jefferson even thought that we should scrap the entire thing after a few decades and take another whack at it. As far as I can see, referring to “what the Founding Fathers wanted” is a reference to nothing at all, because they all wanted different things.

More importantly, though, is that a lot of water has gone under the bridge since then. The United States Constitution was adopted 224 years ago. Even if there really was some kind of consensus as to what the FF’s wanted, why should that even matter now? Maybe because it’s our own history, but the time of the FFs was a lot longer ago than I think we tend to realize, and I’m increasingly of the view that keeping our governmental structures rigidly organized according to the thoughts of people who lived and died that long ago may not be a great idea. Consider the following list of things, and consider that FFs lived closer to these things, time-wise, than they did to us:

Queen Elizabeth I
William Shakespeare
The defeat of the Spanish Armada
Johannes Kepler
Nostradamus
Suleiman the Magnificent
Cervantes
Ben Jonson

Did the FFs intend for their Constitution to still be running the show 224 years later? I have no idea. But I suspect they’d be a bit baffled by the lip service that is paid to that old document these days, and it says something to me that they included a mechanism for changing the Constitution for a reason.

Here’s how Bleyer sums things up:

Now we understand how it all happened — or rather, almost didn’t.

The Constitution wasn’t a “Miracle at Philadelphia” written by “an assembly of demigods”. On the contrary; what began as a measured, deliberate effort to rescue a beleaguered country became a perpetual unresolved-motion machine — a maddening cycle of nonbinding votes by a parade of toothless committees, marked by fits and starts, fights and “full stops”, conducted by a combative group of exhausted, drunken, broke, petty, partisan, scheming, squabbling, bloviating, backstabbing, grandstanding, godforsaken, posturing, restless, cow-tipping, homesick, cloistered, claustrophobic, sensory-deprived, under-oxygenated, fed-up, talked-out, overheated delegates so distraught and despairing they threatened violence, secession, foreign allegiance, even prayer — and concluded, for those who didn’t abandon the proceedings altogether, with as much premeditation and forethought as a game of musical chairs: the last, least abhorrent, mutually-somewhat-acceptable idea on the table when the music stopped — or the heat became too unbearable, or the liquor too strong, or the rioting too loud, or the pressure too intense, or the company too loathsome, or the wigs too uncomfortable, or the patience too thin — became the law of the land. As much the product of an “assembly of demigods” as a confederacy of dunces.

From page one, the Constitution is, by its own admission, a compromise. It is what you get when you drink beer for breakfast.

Or as Ben Franklin put it as the Convention ended: “Thus I consent to this Constitution, because I expect no better.”

If they thought it stank, why should we pretend that it smells of roses and lavender?

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Flowers

White and yellow #flowers #ChestnutRidge #wny #OrchardPark #summer

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Bad Joke Friday (late Sunday edition)

Oh wow. See, I had scheduled something like the last four or five BJF’s well in advance, so I assumed that I had one ready to go this past Friday…and yet, apparently I did not. I am the absolute worst.

But hey, here’s a terrible joke!

What’s the difference between a dog and a marine biologist?

One wags his tale and the other tags a whale!

OK, I feel better now. I’m not sure why….

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Something for Thursday

(Ooops…didn’t publish. Ayup!)

I have a weird relationship with country music. I actively dislike a good deal of it, and most of it makes no impression on me at all. But those songs that I like? Well, those I tend to really really like a whole whole lot. Here’s an example: a song called “My Church” by Maren Morris. I’ve noticed that when I like a country song a good deal, it’s almost always a song by a female artist, which may or not be interesting. Hmmmm.

Here’s “My Church”.

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A Bonus Bad Joke

Sorry for the lack of material here of late! Just garden-variety busy-ness.

Anyway, here’s a bad pun of the historical and literary variety! You have to be up on your history of famous vampires to get this one.

I stole this from Facebook because it made me laugh. #dracula

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