Posts Tagged With: Yiddish

This and that from re Thai r ment, by 3Th. October 9 2011

TODAY’S FACTOID:

Spiritual Fitness:


The US Army spent $125 million its Comprehensive Soldier Fitness program and its controversial “Spiritual Fitness” test, a mandatory test that must be taken by all soldiers. The term “Spiritual Fitness” is not limited to this one test. The military began using this term to describe a variety of initiatives and events towards the end of 2006, and this ‘code phrase’ for promoting religion was heavily in use by all branches of the military by 2007.

In addition, approximately $800,000 has been spent to far on contracts awarded to Christian talent agencies and bands for the US Army’s “Commanding General’s Spiritual Fitness Concert Series.”

Didn’t the Constitution say something about the government not establishing a religion? Perhaps the Constitution’s prohibition does not apply to “spiritual fitness.”

TODAY’S NEWS FROM AMERICA:

Suburbia: A new report from “Strong Towns” a development think tank states that the first generation of Suburbia was built on and maintained by savings and investment, but the second was built and maintained by borrowing tons of money. We are now in the third generation we are out of savings and investment and easy money, now what do we do?

They also point out that in every case they have studied the useful life of an infrastructure investment paid for by borrowing from the private market was less the time it took to pay back the loans. What this means is that almost every community that invested in infrastructure by borrowing will likely face bankruptcy should growth slow or stop.

Finally the report found that in almost every case where a developer paid for or otherwise donated infrastructure improvements in its development in return for the community to assume responsibility for operation and maintenance of the improvements eventually required a tax increase to pay for the maintenance.

It used to be that in embarking on an infrastructure project the costs for operation and maintenance were budgeted for. One of the centerpieces of the Reagan Revolution was the abolishing of this practice so that his administration could appear to have cut spending in the budget. Not only did this practice push-off the burden on to to future generations (like ours today) but by masking the true long-term costs it encouraged the orgy or borrowing that marks current Conservative governmental policy world-wide. This was neither traditional liberal nor conservative orthodoxy, but a cynical ploy to obtain and hold power by pandering to the economic élite.

If in comes either to pandering to the rich or pandering to the average person, I know which side of the street I would prefer my elected politician to set up his crib.

POOKIE’S ADVENTURES IN CALIFORNIA:

I suspect my time here in the United States may be shorter than I planned. In addition to visiting friends and family and medical checkups and the like, my plans also had included minding and tutoring Hayden while his mother, SWAC, travels on another junket. I have recently learned that she has decided to park him with her newest male maid during her absence so that allocation of time for my visit appears be unnecessary.

On the other hand, although I will undoubtedly be sad at the passing of my relationship with someone I cared about, I can now concentrate on those friends and relations that have been so indulgent with me.

Having not had much opportunity to exercise these past few days, I walked the eight mile round trip to have dinner with my son Jason, his wife Hiromi and my lovable granddaughter Amanda. I plan to take Amanda with me on Sunday to view the entertainment of Fleet Week including the Blue Angels air show.

PAPA JOES TALES AND FABLES:

See: http://papajoesfables.wordpress.com/

JOEY’S MYSTERY NOVEL:

RED STAR

Chapter: Blackhawk Down (cont.)

“Gods providence moves all things,” intoned Reverend Michael.

“I’d also like thank you Harry for taking time out from your duties as a Guardians of the Disciples to join us today. Your work is essential to rooting our the cancer of liberals and progressives that is killing our nation. Their lethal ideological radiation is poisoning us and our children and must be stopped.”

He glanced from one to the other then looked down for a moment then raised his head and continued, “This demonic which hunt by the liberals in congress and the administration must not interfere with our plans to pave the way for the second coming. We must stop them and even resort to violence if necessary. I know that you understand that and know what needs to be done.”

“Yes we do,” said Harry. “I and the other Guardians have worked hard to prepare ourselves for the struggle.”

“I know you have,” Reverend Michael responded.

He then shook his head slowly and continued, God is displeased with America for its pride and arrogance, for killing 40 million unborn babies, for the universality of profanity and for other forms of immorality. We need to accept the truth that this nation will suffer in many ways for departing from the principles of righteousness. ‘The wages of sin is death,’ as it says in Romans 6, both for individuals and for entire cultures.”

He then slowly rose from his chair and said to them, “You both know what needs to be done. I will leave you to you planning.”

He stopped and smiled and said, “Congressman Reffo and Congressman Cantor are waiting for me at the first tee. Sadly one is member of the Catholic Church, ‘The Great Whore,’ ‘apostate church,’ and the other a Jew, one of those no longer spiritually alive whom God sent Hitler to hunt down in preparation for the second coming. But, they support much of our mission. Perhaps some-day God will see fit for them to see his light and leave their cult systems and join us.”

He then walked toward the door and when he reached it he turned and said with a serious expression on his face, “You know, of course, that golf is the devils own game.”

They all chuckled as he turned, opened the door, hesitated a moment and looking back over his shoulder said to the two men, “I also think it is time we rid ourselves of that abomination.” He then went out and closed the door.

PEPE’S POTPOURRI:

a. I didn’t know that (from Phillip):

Q: Why do ships and aircraft use ‘Mayday’ as their call for help?

A: This comes from the French word m’aidez, meaning ‘help me’ — and is pronounced, approximately, ‘Mayday.’

b. Yiddish for the beginner:

latke: potato pancake, especially during Hanukkah.
Litvak: a Lithuanian Jew.
lox: smoked salmon.
macher: big shot, important person. mamzer: bastard.
maven: expert; when used in a negative sense: a know-it-all. mazel: luck.
Mazal Tov: congratulations!
megillah: a tediously detailed discourse.
mensch: an upright man; a decent human being.
meshuga, also meshugge, meshugah, meshuggah: crazy.

c. From God’s Mouth to your ears:

“Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.”
Psalm 137:9

All too often, God shows that he can be a real asshole.

d. Human “Fingerprints” on Recent Climate Change:

e. Testosterone Chronicles:

The word “penis” is taken from the Latin word for “tail.” Some derive that from Indo-European *pesnis, and the Greek word πέος = “penis” from Indo-European *pesos. Prior to the adoption of the Latin word in English the penis was referred to as a “yard”. The Oxford English Dictionary cites an example of the word yard used in this sense from 1379, and notes that in his Physical Dictionary of 1684, Steven Blankaart defined the word penis as “the Yard, made up of two nervous Bodies, the Channel, Nut, Skin, and Fore-skin, etc.”

This item made me nervous. If it made anyone else nervous also, should we two be referred to as a Yard or a penis? Can two anxious women be called a penis? Am I misreading Blankaart or trying to be funny and failing? What does this have to do with testosterone? Testosterone is a hormone primarily found in men and generally revealed through his obsession with the size of his and other men’s Yards. Today I am suffering from an attack of testosterone poisoning.

f. Department of abasement, apology and correction:

It was pointed out to me that Steve Jobs natural parents were married when they gave him up for adoption. I apologize for the mis-information.

TODAY’S QUOTE:

“A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining and wants it back the minute it begins to rain.”
— Mark Twain

TODAY’S CARTOON:

(Thanks to Cordt for sharing this on Facebook)

TODAY’S CHARTS:

Where is the press’ so-called ‘liberal’ bias?

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This and that from re Thai r ment, by 3Th November 15 2010

Laura Rees as Lavinia in Lucy Bailey's 2006 pr...

Laura Rees as Lavinia in Lucy Bailey’s 2006 production at Shakespeare’s Globe; note the ‘realistic’ effects and blood (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

TODAY’S FACTOID:

1995: A critic with too much time on his hands while reviewing Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus determined that the play,“…has 14 killings, 9 of them on stage, 6 severed members, 1 rape (or 2 or 3 depending on how you count), 1 live burial, 1 case of insanity, and 1 of cannibalism—-an average of 5.2 atrocities per act, or one for every 97 lines.”

(Sounds like the typical summertime Hollywood blockbuster movie to me)

TODAY’S NEWS FROM THAILAND:

Chao Phyra River

Chao Phyra River (Photo credit: Rodney_F)

The Thai authorities in response to the recent flooding of the capital have announced that instead of spending more money on things like sandbags, they intended to invest in constructing a series of underground viaducts to channel future flood waters from the city into the Chao Phyra river that runs trough Bangkok.

What they failed to mention was that Bangkok used to have a perfectly adequate system to channel off flood water in its canal system. The canals were filed to make roads thereby causing many of the current problems plaguing the city, not the least of which is periodic flooding.

Also they did not mention that like New Orléans, significant portions of Bangkok are below sea-level and merely directing more water into an already constrained system will do nothing to prevent flood waters from backing up from the river on to the city’s streets except perhaps to shift the areas of the city subject to flooding from where they are currently to along the densely populated riverside.

POOKIE’S ADVENTURES IN THAILAND:

Nothing much has occurred during the past few days. I am still feeling under the weather. I occupy myself with the usual breakfast at the café, walk along the beach, swim in the pool and then rest in my apartment as I try to kick whatever it is I have.

MOPEY JOE’S MEMORIES:

TOO MANY JOES (CONT.)

ELISA

I guess it is appropriate now to break into JOE’S story to say a little about his wife Elisa, my grandmother. After all she had as great an influence on my imagination as did my grandfather JOE.

Elisa Bargellini, was born in a small village called Roccantica

Roccantica RI

Roccantica RI (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

located in Sabina about 60 kilometers northeast of Rome. She was one of 12 children. Which number of the 12, I do not know. I also do not know the date of her birth, perhaps around 1890 of so.

Ultimately, most of the children emigrated from the town, four went to Australia, four to America and four remained in italy.

The house that she was born in had two large rooms, a bed room with a heavy wood beamed ceiling and a kitchen-living area with a large fireplace built into the wall that separated the two rooms.

Many years later, during 1968 through 70, I was living in Rome and rented one of my relatives apartments in the town. There I would spend my weekends.

Every night, I would leave my apartment and climb the steps that served as streets in the village and visit the house in which my grandmother was born. Philomena, my grandmothers sister still lived there with her son Mauro and her daughter in law Rosanna.

Whenever I arrived, I would usually find Philomena sitting by the fire with three of her women friends, her daughter-in-law puttering around in the background. Mauro was usually at the little café he ran in the village. The only light in the room came from the fire.

I would take my accustomed seat on the floor to the right of the fire, partially inside of fireplace cavity and lean back against the warm stones.

There would also always be an empty extra chair set out.

I would sit there and listen to the old women talk about the day’s gossip but mostly about their real or imagined aches and pains, their faces glowing red in the glint of the light from the fire.

Every so often there would be a knock on the door and someone from the town would enter and take the empty chair. The visitor would be offered coffee and biscuits. Then between sips of coffee they would relate their tales of the day’s happenings.

When they had finished, each visitor would get up, politely thank the women for their hospitality and leave and the women would go back to their discussions until the next knock on the door intervened.

My favorite visitor during those nights was the village blind man who arrived every evening at about the same time. He began talking even before knocking on the door, shouting out his helloes and continuing his patter as he opened the door and walked into the room. Since the empty chair was always in the same place every night he would walk directly over to it, feel for it with his cane and sit down. He always wore dark clothing and had a great round face that hung there in the flickering firelight like a benevolent Jack-o-lantern. He was a wonderful story-teller.

Roccantica (RI), 2006

Roccantica (RI), 2006 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He would tell, in great detail and animation, about his wanderings that day along the paths in and around the village. He would tell of the different sounds made by the small animals as they slithered away when he walked by. He described the songs of the birds and what they ment to him and how they made him feel. The touch of the wind on his face and the feel of the plants that grew along side the path as he took them into his hands would fill him with delight. Every conversation he had during the day was recalled precisely and because he was by necessity inquisitive, contained a tale of its own. Then once he was finished, he would rise from his chair and tap his way to the door and leave. After he closed the door he would shout out to us inside that he would see us all again tomorrow. Then there was silence except for the hiss of the burning logs as we all meditated on his absence until after a while the analyses of the medical symptoms that accompanies aging would begin once more.

PEPE’S POTPOURRI:

1. The wisdom of Miracle Max:

Miracle Max: You got any money?
Inigo Montoya: Sixty-five.
Miracle Max: I’ve never worked for so little. Except once, and that was a very noble cause.
Inigo Montoya: This is noble, sir. His wife is… crippled. His children are on the brink of starvation.
Miracle Max: Are you a rotten liar?
Inigo Montoya: I need him to help avenge my father, murdered these twenty years.
Miracle Max: Your first story was better.
The Princess Bride

2. Yiddish for beginners (from Wikipedia):

bagel: a ring-shaped bread roll made by boiling then baking the dough.
blintz: a sweet cheese-filled crêpe.
bris: the circumcision of a male child.
boychick: boy, young man.
bubkes (also spelled “bupkis”): emphatically nothing, as in “He isn’t worth bubkes” (literally ‘goat droppings).
chutzpah: nerve, guts, daring, audacity, effrontery.
dreck: (vulgar) worthless material, especially merchandise.
dybbuk: the malevolent spirit of a dead person that enters and controls a living body until exorcised.

TODAY’S QUOTE:

“I hope our wisdom will grow with our power, and teach us, that the less we use our power the greater it will be.”
Thomas Jefferson

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