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[[File:Swift_and_Lear.jpg|thumb|Jonathan Swift and Edward Lear.]] | |||
I first wrote "logical contrapositive" (which I *think* I remember from Philosophy 1001 in the mid-80s) with literal descriptive intent. | I first wrote "logical contrapositive" (which I *think* I remember from Philosophy 1001 in the mid-80s) with literal descriptive intent. | ||
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* [https://www.facebook.com/michael.m.butler/posts/10224105641054813?comment_id=10224108988858506 Comment] @ Facebook | * [https://www.facebook.com/michael.m.butler/posts/10224105641054813?comment_id=10224108988858506 Comment] @ Facebook | ||
* [https://www.bikeradar.com/news/social-distandem/ The 4.3m-long Social Distandem is one of the maddest bikes we’ve seen in a long time] | * [https://www.bikeradar.com/news/social-distandem/ The 4.3m-long Social Distandem is one of the maddest bikes we’ve seen in a long time] | ||
=== Don't drink like that === | |||
DT's are a curse on humanity. | |||
My mother had a massive stroke in 1997. I was there on a cot in her hospital room on the morning of day two when she went into DTs and started thrashing and crying and trying to pull needles from her arms. | |||
She was a long-term steady-drip beer boozer, never crazy out of control, yet the beer was in control. | |||
Was the liquor store a vital service, for her? Yes, it was. | |||
Don't drink like that. Don't ever drink your life away. | |||
=== Sculptor === | |||
I'm a sculptor. I need to build things to be happy. | |||
[Said to next-door neighbor Amy.] | |||
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Latest revision as of 06:30, 22 May 2024
Online diary of Karl Jones for Friday May 22, 2020.
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Song of the Day for Howard Kranz
Eighteenth in a series of songs for Howard and me to cover, or be inspired by, or something.
Force Field
"Force Field" by Smash Mouth
Today's escape will consist of a mask I found it in a bargain bin Why do you ask Rosy cheeks and a smile There's no shame in my game of denial Don't you touch, move along Keep your hands inside Ask enough from afar Enjoy the ride It don't get much better than this There's the riff, here's the hook, Where's the myth Manning my stations Taking control of the situation Say hello to my force field Beaten down on all fours And they'll stare as they pass Please don't feed or provoke Or tap on the glass Bet you never felt quite like that You could say, don't complain where I'm at Manning my stations Taking control of the situation Say hello to my force field You won't see me cry (you won't you won't) You won't see me die The escapade still exists of the task Of pullin' off a miracle out of my @$$ It don't get much better than that A savvy fox, a loyal dog, a sunny cat Manning my stations Taking control of the situation Say hello to my force field (Say hello to my force field) Say hello to my force field (Say hello to my force field) Say hello to my force field Say hello to my force field
- Force Field @ YouTube
- Smash Mouth @ Wikipedia
The President of the United States is praising bloodlines
The President of the United States is praising bloodlines.
The Founding Fathers went to war over this idea.
- https://www.haaretz.com/us-news/trump-praises-famously-anti-semitic-henry-ford-s-good-bloodlines-1.8864761?fbclid=IwAR3UA053VszuyU1dUcDYhoVFikxRdf-A_oZqwSCoraEw-czsEq9SXgz9Da0
- Post @ Facebook
Correlation is never causation
At some level — a level inherently unknowable — Correlation is *never* Causation.
- Comment @ Facebook
Assumptions were made
"Assumptions were made."
(But then, when are they not?)
- Comment @ Facebook
Logico-magical contrapositive
I first wrote "logical contrapositive" (which I *think* I remember from Philosophy 1001 in the mid-80s) with literal descriptive intent.
Fortunately I remembered in time that I'm trying to express myself in an "Edward Lear meets Jonathan Swift" manner, so I poked at the idea and sure enough, the phrases "magical realism" and "magical thinking" barked like a couple of bloodhounds and promptly brought me "logico-magical". Good doggies!
- Comment @ Facebook
Lear meets Swift way
If he brings Argument, you bring Rhetoric.
If he calls Bullshit, you declare Dada!
That's the "Lear Meets Swift" way!
- Comment @ Facebook
Cats don't break elephant coffee creamers
Cats don’t break elephant coffee creamers.
Gravity breaks elephant coffee creamers.
Cats: never leave Earth without them (if you are taking elephant coffee creamers off-world).
- Comment @ Boing Boing
Joy to the Wheels
Joy to the Wheels, the Road has come!
Let bikes go do their thing!
Let every path prepare them room
And wheels and tires spin
And wheels and tires spin
And wheels, and whee-hee-heels and tiii-errrsss-spin!
- Comment @ Facebook
- The 4.3m-long Social Distandem is one of the maddest bikes we’ve seen in a long time
Don't drink like that
DT's are a curse on humanity.
My mother had a massive stroke in 1997. I was there on a cot in her hospital room on the morning of day two when she went into DTs and started thrashing and crying and trying to pull needles from her arms.
She was a long-term steady-drip beer boozer, never crazy out of control, yet the beer was in control.
Was the liquor store a vital service, for her? Yes, it was.
Don't drink like that. Don't ever drink your life away.
Sculptor
I'm a sculptor. I need to build things to be happy.
[Said to next-door neighbor Amy.]