chimpanzees, culture, evolution, Jesus, Mad Men, Matthew, Nativity, Poetry, weird hobbies
Last night was the longest night of the year, the shortest day. We had an eclipse that I didn’t see because of cloud cover. It’s only four days until Christmas. The Baby Jesus is coming! Since I’ve got all I need for a cozy holiday, I don’t give a flying fig newton if it snows us in.
For all these reasons, I’m not gonna talk about any of the repulsive, idiotic, evil, buffoons in Congress and elsewhere, until after December 25. We are gonna focus on funny, sweet, interesting, mind-opening, items that enrich, enliven, and empower. Promise.
But come, December 26, well we will be our old snarky self. Count on it.
Now to actually find some nice news.
I know I posted a book review yesterday. You’ll probably want to pick this one up too: It’s called Swallow and would make a great coffee table book, guaranteed to start a lively conversation.
Proving that there is a hobby out there for everyone, one Dr. Chevalier Jackson, began collecting items that he had removed from the bodies of his patients. Umbrella tips, opera glasses and padlocks. There are stories galore of people with strange desires to ingest all manner of bizarre “things.” Mary Cappello tells the tale I am told, with wit and aplomb. Take a look if you can swallow that kind of thing :O
Every parent knows that children, both boys and girls, attempt to emulate their parents and parent themselves. They use pets, and dolls mostly.
Well it turns out that chimp youngsters, especially girl chimps try to do the same. They carry sticks around, cradling them, and other wise mimicking the “mothering” behaviors of their moms. Although in chimp society, females do most of the child care activities, even a boy or two has been seen caring for his stick. (Don’t you dare go there!)
Which just goes to show, that girl apes are really just chimps off the same block. :O
Namelessneed is one of those real poets. You know what I mean. The kind of stuff I can’t write, but wish I could. You should always pay attention to such people because they touch you in the most unexpected ways. Go read W O R D M A T H S because I said so.
Some families read Matthew’s account of the birth of Jesus, as a Christmas Eve ritual. They mostly don’t read the opening part, with all that genealogy stuff. Boring you know. Tim, at Straight-Friendly, shows us why we should read it, and what lessons we can learn from it. If you don’t read Tim regularly, you’re, well, missing more than you know.
Do you miss Mad Men? I do. Awfully bad. Really. Big Think has an article on it and why it’s still the best of the best.The message speaks volumes to our lives today. I wouldn’t argue with that assessment. Funny I should, since I have about as low an opinion as one can get of Ad men. I mean they are creatures of some other planet. I guess, their excesses, portrayed so elegantly on the show, are a lesson to us, one we should look at seriously.
What is my bitch with Madison Avenue you ask? It’s that their ads never bespeak a world that is actually real. Case in point.
There are, at this time of years, innumerable ads urging us to go out and buy cars as gifts! wrapping them up in big bows and surprising our beloved with their favorite brand. Except, that 99.9 percentages of us cannot afford to do this. Do they really thing the .01 percent who can watch television? Somehow, I rather doubt. it.
What’s on the stove: t-bones with baked potatoes/sour cream and cauliflower with cheddar cheese.
While we’re on the subject of bad Christmas ads, those saccharine diamond ads are very annoying. Snoring Dog Studio did a commentary on the ads, “blood diamonds” and the economic inequality of diamond mining.
Snoring Dog Studio said:
Thank you, Ahab. You really are a doll. I am so thankful for the faraway friends I’ve met this year online.
My Christmas eve ritual? Well, I need to create one now that I’m away from most of my family. I tried making a traditional Catholic Christmas eve dinner of 7 fishes for my sister and brother-in-law last year and the effort almost did me in. Aren’t fish sticks, fish? They weren’t impressed, though. The ingrates.
HAHAHA, well I don’t know why your sister and bro-in-law would find fault with fish sticks! After all the trouble you went to!
The Contarians favorite explanation of why he can’t buy me diamonds is “blood diamonds”. Unfortunately I can’t disagree with him at all. I find those ads utterly silly too, trying to make people feel guilty for not buying such nonsense when so many people are struggling just to eat. I’ll check out the link!
Christmas Eve ritual? I watch “It’s A Wonderful Life” wit a hot Brandy…..I think god might look Like Jimmy Stewart& stutters….. That accounts for the playtupus
Hey, Wonderful Life is a good choice. And I’m glad somebody finally explained the platypus to me. LOL…Have a great one Jimmy!