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No, nor I, despite binge-watching "The Crown" (a series my mother would have loved, while busily berating and criticising the characters for the appalling choices they made - which were - and long had been - a matter of publicly known fact).
Yes, I have seen pictures (and daguerreotypes) of pre-Civil War officers in dress uniforms with lavishly appointed epaulettes.
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Hahaha, I got a notification for this thread, and suddenly remembered another one ...
Photon walks into a hotel lobby, up to the desk, asks for a room. The hotel clerk, asks if he needs help with his luggage, photo says, "No, I'm traveling light ..."
Photon walks into a hotel lobby, up to the desk, asks for a room. The hotel clerk, asks if he needs help with his luggage, photo says, "No, I'm traveling light ..."
One of the advantages of teaching at university was that you got to wear what you liked.
However, I noticed that for all of their supposed radicalism, or rebelliousness, or free-thinking, in my experience, the students tended to respond (better) to the appearance of authority; thus, while I could wear what I liked, - and nobody ever policed what you wore in a university environment, in general, when teaching, I wore smart slacks (black, navy, or charcoal grey in winter, frequently khakis in summer), and a well cut wool jacket, or well cut tweed jacket, or wool blazer, and always carried a briefcase.
Which is more or less (apart from occasionally wearing pants suits) what I have worn in professional settings ever since.
Okay: I was in my twenties when I started teaching, but I always thought that if you "looked the part", "playing the part" came more easily and was accepted more readily by your student audience.
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@SandboxGeneral, you are on more than coffee or hot chocolate today.
But, I like the sound of Indigo Floyd.
Sort of reminiscent of the Monty Python scene which discussed "The Penultimate Supper".
I blame Hoffman, I mean the antibiotics. I'm actually a bit more clear-minded today which is the first time in a week.
Oh please. There's an entire thread for jokes and one-liners:
Corny Jokes and One Liners
Read a few in a different forum and thought why not? "What'd the lamp say to the man? Nothing. A lamp is an inanimate object." "Two men walked into a bar. The third one ducked." Ok let's see what you've got.
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This thread is for serious matters not covered by other threads, like Marine Corps penguins and alternate-color rock bands.
Because they can't have any pudding until they eat their meat!
On my mind for no particular reason lol: Insane asylums?
We haz dem at MR! Many flavors!
Can try any iPhone launch day thread if not convinced by this thread.
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Enough the both of ya. I'm going to have to fish out the movie in a minute.
We haz dem at MR! Many flavors!
Can try any iPhone launch day thread if not convinced by this thread.
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Enough the both of ya. I'm going to have to fish out the movie in a minute.
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If one has the iPhone forum on ignore, one can always follow my non-iPhone posts which may or may not lead to an asylum.
Little known fact, my home town used to have the largest asylum for the "feeble-minded" in the country during the early to mid part of the 20th century.
Then in the '90s the state closed the place down and opened the doors to the patients..... I'm FREE!
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My white noise machines are working. Had the upstairs one cranking all day (it's still going), so thankfully it's the only sound I hear right now.
Though Blue Jays are most welcome too (and they've been squawking around us this weekend).
Though Blue Jays are most welcome too (and they've been squawking around us this weekend).
I've always thought about getting one of those. Can you link to what you have, please?
Heh, we were sending out those guys with white coats and nets until you mentioned the antibiotics...
When New York started a wholesale closing down of psychiatric institutions, life in NYC certainly got more interesting. The problem, of course was that while civil liberties advocates saw this one way, the states mostly saw it as a boon to their budgeting woes. Therefore, for those formerly institutionalized as having assorted categories of mental illness, being free also pretty much meant being abandoned to streets and so eventually to jails or prisons. I was in my 20s at the time and living in Manhattan, and for only a little while, blissfully unaware of that flip side while thinking the reforms were all to the good.
But then came that day when I merely smiled at this little old lady on Amsterdam Avenue while I was on the way to the laundromat; we had made eye contact and her face and eye color in particular had reminded me a bit of my grandmother, hence my smile. As I say though, we had made eye contact... and she instantly went off the deep end, apparently feeling threatened by that level of intimacy, and so she tried to attack me, to the point I had to seek safety in a nearby shop. And, I had to find a new route to the laundromat, because she remembered me... -- and she was tough enough and scary enough still to be on the streets for quite awhile after that.
It was one of those growing-up experiences, those times when one realizes there are ideals and then there are realities: one of the ideals is personal freedom and one of the realities is that with freedom can come the complete inability to manage it safely or with personal responsibility. Not to politicize this thread on that thorny issue, but just sayin' that my experience with that woman was a huge revelation to someone only a couple years out of that bubble with a bunch of other college students pretty sure we knew how to change the world. World, maybe, since anyone can burn down a barn... but changing how the world tends to work is not all that simple, and on the matter of closing the asylums and refusing to pony up for better alternatives, well we're all still paying big time for that.
On a lighter note, I found my DVD of March of the Penguins! Just in time lol, the first snowfall of the season here that had managed to stick has now managed to dissipate, and I'd rather see vistas of snow and ice than bedraggled brown lawns that just got burnt by 10ºF overnights the last couple days.
Interesting story for sure. The state, NY, and MI (and probably all of them) thought they were saving money by closing those places, but as you said, those same people ended up costing the state anyway, just from a different budget line item.Heh, we were sending out those guys with white coats and nets until you mentioned the antibiotics...
When New York started a wholesale closing down of psychiatric institutions, life in NYC certainly got more interesting. The problem, of course was that while civil liberties advocates saw this one way, the states mostly saw it as a boon to their budgeting woes. Therefore, for those formerly institutionalized as having assorted categories of mental illness, being free also pretty much meant being abandoned to streets and so eventually to jails or prisons. I was in my 20s at the time and living in Manhattan, and for only a little while, blissfully unaware of that flip side while thinking the reforms were all to the good.
But then came that day when I merely smiled at this little old lady on Amsterdam Avenue while I was on the way to the laundromat; we had made eye contact and her face and eye color in particular had reminded me a bit of my grandmother, hence my smile. As I say though, we had made eye contact... and she instantly went off the deep end, apparently feeling threatened by that level of intimacy, and so she tried to attack me, to the point I had to seek safety in a nearby shop. And, I had to find a new route to the laundromat, because she remembered me... -- and she was tough enough and scary enough still to be on the streets for quite awhile after that.
It was one of those growing-up experiences, those times when one realizes there are ideals and then there are realities: one of the ideals is personal freedom and one of the realities is that with freedom can come the complete inability to manage it safely or with personal responsibility. Not to politicize this thread on that thorny issue, but just sayin' that my experience with that woman was a huge revelation to someone only a couple years out of that bubble with a bunch of other college students pretty sure we knew how to change the world. World, maybe, since anyone can burn down a barn... but changing how the world tends to work is not all that simple, and on the matter of closing the asylums and refusing to pony up for better alternatives, well we're all still paying big time for that.
On a lighter note, I found my DVD of March of the Penguins! Just in time lol, the first snowfall of the season here that had managed to stick has now managed to dissipate, and I'd rather see vistas of snow and ice than bedraggled brown lawns that just got burnt by 10ºF overnights the last couple days.
I just got an advisory message to expect 3 to 5 inches of snow by 7 pm tomorrow. Yay! Penguins love snow.
Heh, we were sending out those guys with white coats and nets until you mentioned the antibiotics...
When New York started a wholesale closing down of psychiatric institutions, life in NYC certainly got more interesting. The problem, of course was that while civil liberties advocates saw this one way, the states mostly saw it as a boon to their budgeting woes. Therefore, for those formerly institutionalized as having assorted categories of mental illness, being free also pretty much meant being abandoned to streets and so eventually to jails or prisons. I was in my 20s at the time and living in Manhattan, and for only a little while, blissfully unaware of that flip side while thinking the reforms were all to the good.
But then came that day when I merely smiled at this little old lady on Amsterdam Avenue while I was on the way to the laundromat; we had made eye contact and her face and eye color in particular had reminded me a bit of my grandmother, hence my smile. As I say though, we had made eye contact... and she instantly went off the deep end, apparently feeling threatened by that level of intimacy, and so she tried to attack me, to the point I had to seek safety in a nearby shop. And, I had to find a new route to the laundromat, because she remembered me... -- and she was tough enough and scary enough still to be on the streets for quite awhile after that.
It was one of those growing-up experiences, those times when one realizes there are ideals and then there are realities: one of the ideals is personal freedom and one of the realities is that with freedom can come the complete inability to manage it safely or with personal responsibility. Not to politicize this thread on that thorny issue, but just sayin' that my experience with that woman was a huge revelation to someone only a couple years out of that bubble with a bunch of other college students pretty sure we knew how to change the world. World, maybe, since anyone can burn down a barn... but changing how the world tends to work is not all that simple, and on the matter of closing the asylums and refusing to pony up for better alternatives, well we're all still paying big time for that.
On a lighter note, I found my DVD of March of the Penguins! Just in time lol, the first snowfall of the season here that had managed to stick has now managed to dissipate, and I'd rather see vistas of snow and ice than bedraggled brown lawns that just got burnt by 10ºF overnights the last couple days.
Ah, @LizKat, yes, that story is fascinating.
Something similar occurred in what was then Czechoslovakia, after the fall of communism, but re prisons not mental asylums.
Precisely because so many of the dissidents who came to power after The Fall Of The Wall had spent some time in prison (often, on trumped up charges), like liberal students (and mea culpa, this, too, was also me at one time - it took me some time to digest the necessary lesson that not everyone behind bars is there wrongly or has been a victim of socio-economic misfortune), there was a view in certain circles that Prison Was A Bad Thing, and the jails full to bursting of the unjustly and wrongly incarcerated.
So, with freedom, came a vast emptying of prisons; meanwhile, the police, (still stuffed full of old style apparatchiks) lodged (polite) protests in vain.
Almost overnight, the crime rate soared; historically, communist countries - because, frankly, most were some version of a police state complete with vast numbers of reasonably well remunerated (for the society in question) police officers - tended to have very low rates of crime.
In Czechoslovakia (as it then was), the new (liberal, post-communist, freedom loving democratic) government was at a bit of a loss to understand what was happening and why this was happening; the old (still more or less communist) police force, between gritted teeth, were compelled to explain that not everyone behind bars had been an unjustly convicted dissident, that some had been genuine criminals, and others were so viciously violent that it was a requirement of public safety that they be locked up.
A chastened government arrived at the conclusion that even functioning democracies required a prison system, if only to try to keep the streets safe for the rest of the population.
Yes, @LizKat: Agreed. There are ideals and there are realities, and where they intersect can be a bit of a steep learning curve: This sort of sometimes lapsed liberal arrived at that conclusion, a bit belatedly, too.
Re penguins, and the lovely movie The March of the Penguins, I don't go to the cinema all that often (maybe once a year, at most), but, the year it was released, I did take my mother to see The March of the Penguins, and we both loved it.
Flurries just started here but I don’t think much is expected. I just got back from the Apple store and poured an Old Fashioned. It’s tasting nice, but one’s the limit. Must have my wits about me for work tomorrow.
So what happened at the Apple Store if one may inquire in this anything-goes thread?
Sure.
I have two different models, this is the one I am using upstairs. It does have an AC adapter
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07VD5GJ1M/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o03_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1
The machine I have in my bedroom is USB only, but I have it plugged into my iDevice charger in my surge protector. It is a little louder than the above model (and a bit more gaudy), see link below.
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07SZD7MFZ/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o05_s03?ie=UTF8&psc=1
I like them both. You can chose a variety of noises and light colors. I tend to go for the industrial fan noise though the birds on the first model shut the neighbors up next door too.
Not as much fun as blasting death metal, but a bit nicer to the neighbors who aren't complete $*@Q.
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On a different note:
My AllBirds "Mizzles" arrived. I am wearing them now. They're comfy and fit. They feel a bit weird (not used an arch in my sneakers), so I will know more when I actually put them to the walking tests this week.
They are nice and I am glad to support an eco-friendly company, but I am still going to look at traditional sneakers because my toes demand that
. More when I wear them for a few days.E.S.P. alert: I did not check the tracking for the sneakers, but I went downstairs a little while ago and thought, I bet the Allbirds arrived. I opened the door and there they were. Nothing like my boring super power of knowing when items arrive without checking tracking/emails, and/or when coworkers use up their office supplies (again, not looking, just knowing).
Right now, waiting for pizza and trying to decide on which iMac to buy (Again).
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Oh please. There's an entire thread for jokes and one-liners:
Corny Jokes and One Liners
Read a few in a different forum and thought why not? "What'd the lamp say to the man? Nothing. A lamp is an inanimate object." "Two men walked into a bar. The third one ducked." Ok let's see what you've got.
This thread is for serious matters not covered by other threads, like Marine Corps penguins and alternate-color rock bands.
OMG. I have found my people!
I broke down and bought the new AirPods for use in the office. After a brief home test I’m feeling a bit of remorse. I’ll be in the office all week so we shall see. For the price I won’t likely compromise any.
I found my VHS tape - yes, VHS - of The Wall just recently. We've been clearing out years of crap, a bit of throw out, a bit of queuing up for a massive garage sale, but a little fun going through old memories of stuff and things.
That tape got some play, with viewers in various, umm, states.