I noticed the following line on a New Yorker short story:
“Asking someone to a movie can mean only one thing; it’s basically like saying, ‘I want you.’ ”
The first time I asked a girl to a movie, I was seven or eight. I think the movie was Black Beauty or something with a horse. Her name was Sally Smith. She was in my elementary school class in Wellesley, Massachusetts. She had blond hair, always worn in long pigtails. After all these years, I still recall the street where she lived. From what I remember, she probably grew up to be unattractive.
I doubt very seriously that the above thought entered my mind.
And, by the way, her parents did not permit her to go with me. Even if I had “wanted” her, I would not have had the chance to have something I could not even have imagined at the time.
Once again, I am reminded of the strange working of the human brain...
The word Reste can have several meanings, depending upon the context. With goods, it means remainders, remnants or odds and ends. With food, it means leftovers. (Paul Bocuse, the famous chef, when asked what he thought about German cuisine is supposed to have replied in that snooty manner only an arrogant Frenchman can muster: “there is no German cuisine; there is only German methods of dealing with left-overs”.)
The word came to mind, as I enjoyed a great turkey dinner with all the trimmings, which was leftover from our second Thanksgiving dinner adventure. I like leftovers, most of the time; my wife dislikes and refuses to eat most leftovers. This is surprising, giving our upbringings, but a lot about us is turned on its head. She likes to watch soccer; I do not. She likes beer; I prefer wine. She likes America; my relationship is like that of a jilted lover.
We both grew up in the post-WW2 world, but on different sides of the Atlantic, one with the winners and one with the losers. She did not enjoy the level of comfort she does now, and food was less abundant. The United States, the country that inspired the cornucopia, offered an abundance of cheap food. My family always ate well and often had leftovers; her family scraped by and seldom had any left. Memories of her childhood cause her to often carry a sandwich in her bag…just in case. I have no problem going to bed hungry, because I know that sleep will erase the pangs and that I can eat in the morning. Food has always been available.
The study of DNA has proven that humans are the same everywhere: only the conditions in which they exist change.
Consider current photos and video footage of people (for example, in US and UK) clamouring, struggling, fighting, etc. to get their hands on “bargains” at US retail outlets with those of people clamouring, struggling, fighting, etc. to get their hands on food or water in crisis-hit areas of the planet.
I have sympathy for the latter group; the former are mostly greedy imbeciles.
We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology,
in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.
The pope is, allegedly, infallible (which, of course, degrades or nullifies God). The poor man is also deluded. I read today that the old gentleman is advocating “dialogue” with ISIS. I am not infallible, but I am not stupid. Anyone with a brain knows that these guys do not want to talk! And, they certainly do not want to talk with a Christian.
After an ad runs for several times, (if I do not ignore it altogether) I notice the minor details. An ad for the Mercedes C class currently running in the United States is one such example.
Mercedes are supposed to be good cars, bought by people with money and by companies for top managers. Many people around the world dream of owning such a car. Drivers tend to be older, because such people have money. The company would like younger drivers to buy their cars, so strive to appeal to them in advertising.
The ad of which I speak shows a lot of close-ups to highlight product details. The driving scenes are rather sedate, such as an older driver would display. The car is obviously on a US road, but the location is difficult to discern.
What caught my attention was the small print at the bottom of the driving scene. It said something like “professional driver on a controlled track, do not try”. What should someone not try: driving the car like an old man? What did the lawyers see as a risk to someone driving a Mercedes?
One good turkey deserves another...
We did Thanksgiving again. Well, the huge meal part at least. We liked the feast that we did last week so much that we decided yesterday to buy a frozen turkey, thaw it overnight, and do a re-run of stuffing ourselves. Luckily, we had the secret ingredient—Pepperidge Farm stuffing—thanks to friends and relatives. Now, I will have left-overs for a few days to extend the enjoyment. There will be even more, because we did not invite anyone to join us…
I do not understand the value of Twitter. I am content with sending messages to people I know via phone or computer. Because of that, I have no sympathy for someone that complains about being harassed by “trolls” or with receiving negative comments. If such people had not tried to enhance his or her image via “social” media, they would not open themselves to attack by anyone with a grudge, personality defect, or sick sense of humor.
I wonder if the creators of Twitter noticed the letters t-w-i-t in the name or, with a twist of irony, if they knew that this described their target customer.
The following is a word that has become familiar to English-speaking people, because there is no suitable word in English. Schadenfreude means finding pleasure at the misery of someone else or others. This word came to mind when I spotted a headline that reported rioters in Ferguson grabbing and destroying a Fox News camera. These liars, polemicists, and rabble rousers deserve some of their own poison.
I read an interesting piece in The New Yorker about the German chancellor, Angela Merkel. The link is below for anyone whose interested is piqued to learn more about the “most powerful woman in the world”.
In this article, I found the following quote, which goes some way to explaining about how I feel about the country: corrupt, bad at business, and without ideals. Many have been deceived .
In a sense, German anti-Americanism is always waiting to be tapped. There’s a left-wing, anti-capitalist strain going back to the sixties, and a right-wing, anti-democratic version that’s even older. In the broad middle, where German politics plays out today, many Germans, especially older ones, once regarded the U.S. as the father of their democracy—a role that sets America up to disappoint. Peter Schneider, the novelist and journalist, expressed the attitude this way: “You have created a model of a savior, and now we find by looking at you that you are not perfect at all—much less, you are actually corrupt, you are terrible businessmen, you have no ideals anymore.” With the Iraq War, Guantánamo, drones, the unmet expectations of the Obama Presidency, and now spying, “you actually have acted against your own promises, and so we feel very deceived.”