If anyone dropped anything, or if a kid's shoe somehow fell off, the item would be placed on a railing or the nearest corner so that people could more easily find it.
I'm assuming that the person put the mitten on the post so that the owner can retrace his or her steps and reclaim the mitten.
I purchased at The Vermont Country Store (source of hard-to-find items) a pair of ragg wool gloves that I have been looking to buy for about 40 years. I still have my first set but they are quite beat up.
The day the new ones arrive, I put them in my coat pocket and go on errands. I later discover that I lost one! I retrace my steps; gas station and grocery store. No luck. But then I find it right outside my office door. Relief!
On our way back from Jersey, last week, my sister and I stopped at a Panera. A young lady sat alone with her laptop opened. Her tainted red hair stood out all over the surrounding. I just had to take a picture, carefully not to be spotted. And I did.
O. Mein. Gott. Jordi Savall Beethoven 7, a fortnight ago. You know where.
Beethoven at his relentless best, rubbing our ears and brains in the insufficiency of words alone to speak human. I almost cried. I would have, if I'd been there.
And something lighter--an old band doing older music, that I only discovered today--Les Menestriers.
Maybe the person who put up the scarehand knows something we don't.
Maybe 2022 will be the year giant alien hands or the Hand Of God comes down to smite us all.
I'm reading about John Lindsay, the mayor of New York City in the 1960s-1970s. Many parallels with our own time. Liberals or progressives haven't been as confident or arrogant or determined or hubristic as they were then until this year. Lindsay was supremely confident that he knew what he was doing when he actually knew nothing about how the city he lived in functioned. I'm thinking Buttigieg or Warren or Harris or Blinken or Sullivan or any number of other educated yet idiot politicians and officials today. There was a tendency to attack anyone who disagreed as being a racist troglodyte. Not for nothing was All in the Family a product of the Lindsay era. Jimmy Breslin could go from celebrating the average White New Yorker of the outer boroughs to condemning everyone there as racist fascists from one day to the next. Lindsay himself had a strong sense of his own moral rectitude that reminds me of Mitt Romney (also the handsome Anglo-Saxon guy thing).
The biggest lessons or parallels are about liberalism then and now, but I think one can draw a more general lesson. For at least the last 20 years or so, people have come to think of politics as a maniacal shitshow. It is. But I don't think any of us could step into office and fix things. We know what we think has to be done and can criticize, but I know I'd be as confused and hapless as Lindsay was if anyone gave me power, so I won't be running next year or in 2024.
The James Webb telescope is on its journey to its final destination, about a million miles from the earth’s confines. Rocket 🚀 take off went smoothly. 🤞🏽
In my childhood there was a great hill for sledding in the schoolyard. We would start at the top of the hill while holding in to the chain link fence. On the other side of the fence lived an enormous dog named Homer whose goal was to grab the mittens. After sledding we would go around to Homer's house where his owner would display Homer's mitten collection so we could retrieve our own.
Lem: "The James Webb telescope is on its journey to its final destination, about a million miles from the earth’s confines. Rocket 🚀 take off went smoothly. 🤞🏽"
After an 11 year delay and cost increase from an estimated $1B at the time of initial contract signing to over $11B at the time of launch.
The space industrial complex "permanent jobs programs for political purposes" (for everyone except Spacex) continues apace.
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Post mittens don't get there by themselves.
Happy Boxing Day, Althousers.
That's a post turtle.
Reminds me of Tokyo.
If anyone dropped anything, or if a kid's shoe somehow fell off, the item would be placed on a railing or the nearest corner so that people could more easily find it.
Lots of kids' shoes sitting on posts in Tokyo : )
I'm assuming that the person put the mitten on the post so that the owner can retrace his or her steps and reclaim the mitten.
I purchased at The Vermont Country Store (source of hard-to-find items) a pair of ragg wool gloves that I have been looking to buy for about 40 years. I still have my first set but they are quite beat up.
The day the new ones arrive, I put them in my coat pocket and go on errands. I later discover that I lost one! I retrace my steps; gas station and grocery store. No luck. But then I find it right outside my office door. Relief!
Where is the left-hand mitten?
Snails are the worst animals.
A good thing about Winter...
The mitten says, "Stop! Do not proceed past this ridiculously ineffectual chain barrier! The mitten has spoken!"
On our way back from Jersey, last week, my sister and I stopped at a Panera. A young lady sat alone with her laptop opened. Her tainted red hair stood out all over the surrounding. I just had to take a picture, carefully not to be spotted. And I did.
Don't tell us are going all Tom Hanks on us!
O. Mein. Gott. Jordi Savall Beethoven 7, a fortnight ago. You know where.
Beethoven at his relentless best, rubbing our ears and brains in the insufficiency of words alone to speak human. I almost cried. I would have, if I'd been there.
And something lighter--an old band doing older music, that I only discovered today--Les Menestriers.
They do that in my neighborhood too. My dog likes to eat mittens he finds, so it's a race to see who finds it first.
Maybe the person who put up the scarehand knows something we don't.
Maybe 2022 will be the year giant alien hands or the Hand Of God comes down to smite us all.
I'm reading about John Lindsay, the mayor of New York City in the 1960s-1970s. Many parallels with our own time. Liberals or progressives haven't been as confident or arrogant or determined or hubristic as they were then until this year. Lindsay was supremely confident that he knew what he was doing when he actually knew nothing about how the city he lived in functioned. I'm thinking Buttigieg or Warren or Harris or Blinken or Sullivan or any number of other educated yet idiot politicians and officials today. There was a tendency to attack anyone who disagreed as being a racist troglodyte. Not for nothing was All in the Family a product of the Lindsay era. Jimmy Breslin could go from celebrating the average White New Yorker of the outer boroughs to condemning everyone there as racist fascists from one day to the next. Lindsay himself had a strong sense of his own moral rectitude that reminds me of Mitt Romney (also the handsome Anglo-Saxon guy thing).
The biggest lessons or parallels are about liberalism then and now, but I think one can draw a more general lesson. For at least the last 20 years or so, people have come to think of politics as a maniacal shitshow. It is. But I don't think any of us could step into office and fix things. We know what we think has to be done and can criticize, but I know I'd be as confused and hapless as Lindsay was if anyone gave me power, so I won't be running next year or in 2024.
Happy New Year, anyway.
The mitten says, "Stop! Do not proceed past this ridiculously ineffectual chain barrier! The mitten has spoken!"
Talk to the hand?
The James Webb telescope is on its journey to its final destination, about a million miles from the earth’s confines. Rocket 🚀 take off went smoothly. 🤞🏽
I'd think that would be a Michigan thing rather than a Wisconsin thing. Michigan has the Mitten, Wisconsin has the Fist.
It’s the Romney signal!
In my childhood there was a great hill for sledding in the schoolyard. We would start at the top of the hill while holding in to the chain link fence. On the other side of the fence lived an enormous dog named Homer whose goal was to grab the mittens. After sledding we would go around to Homer's house where his owner would display Homer's mitten collection so we could retrieve our own.
Lem: "The James Webb telescope is on its journey to its final destination, about a million miles from the earth’s confines. Rocket 🚀 take off went smoothly. 🤞🏽"
After an 11 year delay and cost increase from an estimated $1B at the time of initial contract signing to over $11B at the time of launch.
The space industrial complex "permanent jobs programs for political purposes" (for everyone except Spacex) continues apace.
Your hair is quite long--isn't it? I haven't been picturing you with such long hair.
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