She never wrote those words. It’s attributed to Joan Walsh Anglund in her book, A Cup of Sun. However, that’s not even what SHE wrote. This quote, by the US Postal Service, IN QUOTATION MARKS, changes it to be gender neutral.
When informed that the attribution to Maya Angelou, on their forever stamp, wasn’t actually Maya Angelou, the USPS decided to go with the stamp anyway.
So, the USPS changed a quote, and attributed it to the wrong person, and decided that was OK.
Now, my opinion is, this is all kinds of wrong. They have effectively stolen Anglund’s product and “given” it to Angelou. And, they have committed plagiarism by altering Anglund’s original quote in the name of fascism. If an individual did any one of the three, they’d be in serious trouble, If an individual does it in the name of the federal government, there’s not a whole lot you can do about it.
A lot of articles on science floating around the internet is just filler. Some of it’s more intriguing or interesting than other stuff. Some I find really fascinating. This particular article, I don’t. It’s just useless:
That seems simple enough. It’s got some text, and a nifty graphic:
However, the content is pointless. Living on Titania? Let’s look at this briefly and logically:
It has no air. You’d suffocate immediately.
It has no water. You’d starve pretty quickly.
The average temperature is -333 degrees, you’d freeze to death very quickly.
It has no gravity. If you jumped or tripped, you’d be sucked into Uranus and die a flaming death.
It’s night is 42 YEARS long. That would get kinda boring.
It’s daylight is 42 YEARS long. You’d die of exhaustion.
It’s day is 84 YEARS long. You’d die of old age in less than a day. Given of course, you’d didn’t suffocate, starve, freeze to death, or die a flaming death falling into Uranus ( yeah, I’m have fun with Uranus. )
And, you’d have no cell service, which means no internet, which means you would have nothing at all to do during your one day of suffering on Titania.
Let’s focus on living on really fun places like Enceladus, Io, or Europa?
I hate CFLs. When they came along, it was the height of the Global Warming scare, and they, along with bio-diesels, were the cure for the planet. All we had to do was spend $20 for what used to be $1, and all was well. Since they lasted seven years or more, that $20 would more than make up for itself in lower electric bills.
I had just built a new house, so I replaced all the incandescent bulbs. Probably spent about $500 doing it. My electric bill would be nothing.
Only problem was, I had to replace a bunch of them after a month or so. By six months I was in double digits. And, to make matters worse, I wasn’t even disposing them correctly. I was just tossing them in the garbage. How WRONG could that be? THIS is the proper disposal method:
Seems rather harsh for a light bulb dontcha think? And, I’m gonna bet that Hazmat bill alone would eat up whatever savings I was supposed to get for paying $20 for a $1 bulb.
But, it doesn’t stop there. I have had more than one EXPLODE. You wanna see what you’re supposed to do if one breaks? This, is according to the Environmental Protection Agency. And, you really DON’T want to mess with them.
Have people and pets leave the room.
Air out the room for 5-10 minutes by opening a window or door to the outdoor environment.
Shut off the central forced air heating/air-conditioning system, if you have one.
Collect materials needed to clean up broken bulb:
stiff paper or cardboard;
damp paper towels or disposable wet wipes (for hard surfaces); and
a glass jar with a metal lid or a sealable plastic bag.
DO NOT VACUUM. Vacuuming is not recommended unless broken glass remains after all other cleanup steps have been taken. Vacuuming could spread mercury-containing powder or mercury vapor.
Be thorough in collecting broken glass and visible powder. Scoop up glass fragments and powder using stiff paper or cardboard. Use sticky tape, such as duct tape, to pick up any remaining small glass fragments and powder. Place the used tape in the glass jar or plastic bag. See the detailed cleanup instructions for more information, and for differences in cleaning up hard surfaces versus carpeting or rugs.
Place cleanup materials in a sealable container.
Promptly place all bulb debris and cleanup materials, including vacuum cleaner bags, outdoors in a trash container or protected area until materials can be disposed of. Avoid leaving any bulb fragments or cleanup materials indoors.
Next, check with your local government about disposal requirements in your area, because some localities require fluorescent bulbs (broken or unbroken) be taken to a local recycling center. If there is no such requirement in your area, you can dispose of the materials with your household trash.
If practical, continue to air out the room where the bulb was broken and leave the heating/air conditioning system shut off for several hours.
Now, with my old incandescent bulbs, that didn’t explode, and didn’t contain mercury, and didn’t emit radiation, I just tossed them in the trash. True story, I did just toss yet another CFL in my garbage last week. It had been in an outside lamp in the driveway. Our temps dropped to about fifteen below and killed it. It was kinda black and a little shattered. I imagine it heated too hot too fast and cracked. So, I stuck a brand new LED lamp in it and just tossed the CFL in the garbage. The next morning, the garbage had been taken. The whole garbage can was empty except for one item. That CFL. Apparently they’re so dangerous even the landfill doesn’t want them.
When I originally started griping about CFLs, the Feds had banned incandescent bulbs and the only alternative was the environmentally and health safety disaster that was the CFL. Now LED’s are becoming price competitive with CFL’s, don’t contain the nasty stuff in them, don’t emit radiation that I’m aware of, and seem to last more than a couple of months.
I think the EPA needs to just go ahead and ban CFL’s so that we can once again jump in blindly into a technology before we have a clue what we’re doing to appease people who cite bad science to justify something that’s not happening.
The reason I lit on David Bowie at a young age was the music. The reason I’ve hung on to David Bowie through adulthood are the lyrics + music. Early Bowie threw out the best lyrics rock ever experienced. And there were tons of them. Although not the most popular, not the most meaningful, and not the best musically, We Are The Dead offered the most incredible lyrics of any song Bowie ever wrote. Fire up the video and follow these lyrics:
Something kind of hit me today
I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today
We’re taking it hard all the time, why don’t we pass it by?
Just reply, you’ve changed your mind?
We’re fighting with the eyes of the blind
Taking it hard, taking it hard,
We feel that we are paper,
choking on you nightly
They tell me,
“Son, we want you, be elusive, but don’t walk far”.
For we’re breaking in the new boys,
deceive your next of kin
For your dancing where the dogs decay,
You’re just an ally of the leecher,
procreator for the virgin king
But I love you, in your fuck-me pumps,
and your nimble dress that trails.
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one,
for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we’ve seen,
because of all we’ve said,
we are the dead
One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we’d laid
Pressing our love through the night
Knowing it’s right, knowing it’s right
Now I’m hoping some one will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
Trusting on the sons of our love,
That some one will care, some one will care,
We’re today’s scrambled creatures,
locked in tomorrow’s double feature
Heavens on the pillow,
it’s silence competes with hell
It’s a twenty-four hour service,
guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of press men,
bent on getting hung and buried
And the legendary curtains,
are drawn ’round baby bankrupt
Who sucks you while you’re sleeping
It’s the theater of financiers,
count them, fifty, ’round the table
White men dressed to kill
Oh, caress yourself, my juicy,
for my hands have all but withered
Oh, dress yourself my urchin one,
for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said
We are the dead…..
we are dead…..
we are the dead
This weekend marked the 50th anniversary of the march in Selma, Alabama. Often referred to as “Bloody Sunday” due to the violence that occurred during the march on March 7, 1965. Apparently the events were so dramatic, President Obama, then candidate Obama, felt compelled to tell the world how the events of March 7, 1965 were so inspirational, his bi-racial parents felt compelled to do the deed and plant the seed that would become baby Barack. Who, would become the first African-American president of the United States. Selma was THAT important of an event.
It’s such a moving and inspirational issue that Obama’s voice even changes when he spoke.
Just for the record, Obama was born August 4, 1961. He was nearly four years old when Bloody Sunday occurred. He very obviously made that whole story up.
A lot of opinions have been tossed out there regarding the sudden revelation that Hillary Clinton, as Secretary of State, had a bunch of secret email addresses that she was hosting on a private email server in her home. She’s decided now it should all be swept under the rug by simply giving the emails she wants to give to the federal branch she wants to give them to. The ones that were deleted won’t count. The opinion that sticks out to me the most is this one given a few years before THIS revelation occurred.
Of course you say there’s a big difference. Of course there are. In the video she’s making the unsubstantiated claim there were secret emails. In her case, it’s documented. And, of course, although Bush was being blind-sided by her undocumented accusations, she condemned the practice while doing it.
I love this song. I REALLY love this live version of it. This is from 1976. Unfortunately I saw them probably around 1980. They had lost their edge and basically re-hashed the studio versions. I barely remember even being there. That had a lot to do with the bourbon. And, a lot to do with the show. Christine McVie retired for a decade or two. Now, they are back together and touring again. If they’re doing Rhiannon like this again, I’m there.
OK, let me get this straight. In order to get Obama to quit making DHS not do what it’s supposed to do, the Republicans are being accused of shutting down DHS. In other words, causing it to not do what it’s not supposed to do. Obama’s argument to make the Republicans let him continue making DHS not do what it’s supposed to do, is a lot of people not doing what they’re supposed to would not get paid to not do what they’re supposed to do. And, forcing them to not get paid for not doing what they were hired to do isn’t very nice. Under his plan, they would get paid to not do what they were hired to do. But, since he didn’t do what Presidents are supposed to do to make sure they got paid to not do what they were hired to do, Congress isn’t doing what Obama wouldn’t let them do in the first place. Of course, if the Republicans got what they wanted, DHS employees would get paid to do what they were hired to do but Obama wouldn’t be very happy about that. So, I fully expect the Republicans to eventually cave, thereby allowing the poor downtrodden DHS employees to get paid to not do what they were hired to do so that illegals can flood the borders and not do what they were expected to do to become citizens.
( My opinion here, is that by not securing the Mexican border, terrorists can just walk right in unobstructed. So, funding Border Security, within Homeland Security, is moot. )