WHAT?

http://www.breitbart.com/Big-Government/2014/06/20/Threats-Bribes-and-the-KKK-The-Most-Insane-Story-Of-The-MS-Senate-Race

The one thing that has kept me sane these last few weeks has been following the insanity of the Mississippi senate run-off. As we-- here at the Farm-- move from total and utter chaos to mere complete disarray, the race has been moving in the other direction.

I take that as a good sign for us folk at the Farm.

~~

The critters are confused. And I'm not just talking about my fellow citizens. Poor critters. 

Good Lord. Why is Missy barking at Snaps?

Gotta go.

A. Leland's Chuckwagon

Left: Ribeye; Right: T-Bone? Plus grilled squash

A. Leland has claimed Wednesday as his night to cook supper. This evening he really out-did himself.

Mac & cheese

The steak was medium rare throughout. Here's how he accomplished that.

After what was apparently much research, he discovered an alternative to the classic streak-grilling paradigm. 

Subject to modification, and from memory:

• build a very hot fire on one end of the grill
• put the steak on the "cold" end of the grill and grill until it comes up to an internal temp of 115 °; might take 30 minutes or more
• when it reaches that internal temperature, move it to the hot end of the grill to sear-- I guess flipping it once or twice
• grill until the internal temp is medium rare-- whatever that temp is

When you think about it, it makes sense. 

It really was nice and pink throughout. And quite delicious.

Plus he made homemade rootbeer ice cream for dessert. Served in little waffle cones. 

Yesterday Mr. Big Food made chicken & pastry. 

"Good week of food," as Mr. Big Food often says. 

"What in the blue blazes is going on?"

"Ruff!!"

"Oh! Very good, Missy. I see you have discovered colorful and polite phrases to use instead of those nasty, ugly cuss words. Good girl!"

"Ruff."

"Dear friend, did you really think I wouldn't live up to the challenge?"

"ruff."

"As I was asking, what in the devil is going on, Marica? I haven't seen Sadie or Snaps in days, the living room is filled with beds on their sides and books and more books-- not that it wasn't already filled with books and more books but these are just randomly stacked up everywhere-- and strange people are coming and going-- you might think you're fooling us by sequestering us in the den but we can smell them, you know-- and there are new noisy machines running day and night. So I am most politely asking for an explanation as to what in the ordered universe is going on."

"Ruff?"

"Okay. In a word, disorder-- chaos, almost."

"Would you mind providing a bit more detail?"

"Ruff."

"Well, you know Daughter C's and Miss M's rooms flooded."

"Oh yes! It was a soppy stinky mess."

"So we had to take everything on the floor out of their rooms and I called the insurance agent and... . Three men can empty a room in a heartbeat! And after that, they ripped out the carpet and then... ."

"Oh! Marica!! What has become of Sadie and Snaps. I know I torment Sadie to no end-- as does she, I-- but I do hope she and that friendly little kitty are alright. OH! GREAT HEAVENS!! They didn't get swept away by the flood, did they?????"

"RUFF!!! RUFF?????????"

"Calm down, boy. Your friend Snaps is fine. So is Sadie. They are just confined to their respective bathrooms."

"ruff."

"Poor dears. Carry on with the story, please."

"Where was I...?"

"Ruff."

"Oh right. Rip out carpet. And then there were multiple rounds of cleanup and drying. And then we started to take out the wet drywall and then... ."

"Wait. What?"

"Ruff?"

"Wouldn't wet drywall be more properly called wetwall?"

"r.u.f.f."

"Shall I continue? Or do we need to talk about nouns and adjectives?"

"Pray, continue. Far be it from me to do or say anything to prolong this story."

"Ruuuufffffff!!!"

"What are you laughing about, Rocky?"

"ruff."

"I know, Dear Friend, I did ask. My apologies. Please forgive me."

"Ruff." 

"Shhh... . Speak quietly. She can't hear and she can't speak dog."

"ruff."

"Anyway--  our neighbor, Dwayne the contractor,  came out and he counseled to not buy any dry drywall because we have to get to the bottom of the problem and he suggested we call ... ."

"ruff."

"Me too, old boy. Oh! Look! It's young Wesley Crusher on Star Trek Next Gen reruns. Boy! Are you seeing this?"

"RUFF!!"

"Shhhh... ."

"And Belinda surveyed the situation and agrees with Dwayne. We need French drains."

...

...

"I said, 'We need French drains.' Surely one of you has a response."

"Oh! Of course we do! It's the only logical solution. The French are such a logical people. Don't you agree, My Dear Friend?"

"Rrrruuuuufff....f....ff.f.f"

"Good Grief. You've lost interest already?"

"Well... . It was a long story and our sense is you could go on all night without ever really answering my initial question."

"ruff."

"Okay. Short answer: Chchchcanges. Changes. BE PREPARED."

"How hard was that?"

"Sometimes I wonder why I bother to talk to you."

"Oh. Please. Marica. It's because I am such a good conversationalist."

"ru... f.. f."

~~

THANKS to Miss M & Mr. BIg Food's Dad for the kick in the pants I needed. 

Disaster Update

Okay-- in the grand scheme of things it's not a full-fledged disaster. It just seems like it!

The carpet & padding are in a pile by the dumpster. The tack strips are gone and every fan we have is running like crazy. I'll be heading to Starkvegas to get a dehumidifier. Oh! By the way, the wet/dry shop vac is amazing.

Next step-- start scraping the latex paint off the floor in Miss M's room. What idiot... ?

Speaking of idiocy-- I have here in front of me Volume Two of Diseases of Infants and Children by J.P. Griffith, M.D., Ph.D. (1921). There are eight pages on idiocy. Fascinating stuff.

Welcome To My World

Ah, Man... I Almost Cried

From Kat who saw it on Facebook today. She said it was captioned, "Spotted in the Albion Beatnik bookstore in Oxford, UK."

Thanks, Kat!

A Day Late But Still Worth Remembering

May 26, 1907 - June 11, 1979

John Wayne... was the movies' most powerful and popular embodiment of masculinity. He personified all of the qualities that were once considered admirable and good about the male sex: He was six-foot-four and broad as a horse, with a craggy face and heavy-lidded mastiff eyes, strong and generally silent but with an authoritative, resonating voice that Life magazine once described as sounding "like someone sandpapering the strings of a bass fiddle." Beyond his majestic physical presence, John Wayne created an image of heroism in this movies that stood for generations of Americans... as America's brightest beacon of moral purpose, gallantry, and honor.

[From Encyclopedia of Popular Culture, Jane & Michael Stern, Harper Perennial, New York, 1992.]

Everyone knows 'John Wayne' wasn't his real name-- but did you know how he came to be 'John Wayne?' The director John Ford-- with whom he made many many epic films-- suggested he choose the name of "someone in American history he really liked, so he chose Mad Anthony Wayne, the American Revolutionary War general." 'Tony Wayne' was too Italian sounding (!) and so 'John' it was.

Your favorite John Wayne movie? 

:-)

Sadie Is Not Amused

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she isn't amusing herself with me more than I am with her.

--Montaigne (1533-1592)

Sadie is not amused by the state of affairs in Miss M's room.

Snaps isn't all that happy about things, either, but she'd taking it in typical Snaps fashion. 

(Thanks to Daughter C recommending I post about the cats.)

Dear Richy--

All of punditry is now in the game of explaining what almost none of us saw coming in the Cantor race.

--Rich Lowry, Editor, National Review

Please accept an invitation from Mr. Big Food and myself to come on down to the Farm sometime this fall-- at your convenience, of course, and after the NRO cruise.  

We will wine and dine you (to the extent possible in a dry county). We'll introduce you to some local folk and customs-- maybe even let you shoot a gun! 

And we'll sit around the picnic table and 'splain things to you. 

Looking forward to hearing from you, 

Marica

What a dumb ass. I've got a crappy old book or two by William F. Richy is no Buckley. 

What a Pleasant Morning!

• I found two old socks and two empty water bottles. The dogs are content.
• It's not raining.
• Got an apologetic email from the newspaper editor.
• And Eric Cantor lost BIG. Hahahahahahaha!

And now... off to unload the dishwasher.

When I'm Dead and Buried

up at the summit, I want my tombstone to read:

Marica Caroline Bernstein
December 4, 1958 - xxber X, 2xxx
Loving wife and mother who loaded the dishwasher time & time again

I want those italics in there.

People: It ain't all that hard! You can do it, too! 

Miss M even made a magnetic sign to guide you.

I am trying to salvage Daughter C's portfolio.

from the flooded closet

And would very much appreciate folks rinsing and then putting their dirty dishes in the dish washer.

Thank you!

We are so great! UPDATED

Prosperity tries the fortunate; adversity the great.

--Pliny the Younger

It's raining!!

I will resume being light, gay-- amusing even-- just as soon as I've had a bowl of Rice Krispies and fed the cats.

Carry on.

#firstworldproblems

UPDATE: Should have posted much earlier today. I must had hit the wrong button. 

This has been a long day

Mr. Cotton Field's fields got flooded, as did Miss M and Daughter C' rooms.

I got a new shop vac.

Things are not going well.

Me & my new wet/dry vac have sucked up gallons of nasty water from the carpet in Miss M and Daughter C's rooms.

The wet/dry vac has amazing suction power.

We-- that's the wet/dry vac & me-- peeled back some carpet.

Not pretty. It's wet to to the  core.

More Than We Asked For

For the last few days A. Leland and I have been asking for a little rain for our gardens.

Poor Missy

A. Leland's Garden

Is coming along quite nicely.

Potatoes

"It's f&^%   awesome," says Missy!

"ruff."

We spotted the first yellow squash today. :-)

If you thought Missy behaved poorly

last evening, you should have heard her this evening.

Even A. Leland commented on the way she was speaking to me talking back to me as we sat down to dinner. 

"I do apologize, Marica. I don't know what's gotten into me today."

"Ruff!"

"You did get into several spots of trouble today, Missy."

"I am so sorry. I just couldn't seem to help myself."

"RUFF!"

"All is forgiven."

"RUFFFFFF! Ruff!!!!!!"

"Oh. Dear Friend. You do make an excellent point. Perhaps that's my problem."

"Rocky-- you might be on to something."

"ruff."

"Two days without a run in the pasture is a very long time."

"Ruff."

"Fu^...."

"R.U.F.F."

"Thanks, Dear Friend! I'd rather you watch my mouth than have it washed out with Irish Spring."

"Really, Missy. I don't know where you've picked up this language but you must stop cussing. It's unbecoming."

"Sorry."

"Perhaps you should read what John C. Hodges has to say about vocabulary."

"Ruff?"

"First edition, Rocky. The 14th is pure unadulterated s&^#."

Crappy Old Stuff 14th Edition

One of my favorite quotes:

Vocabulary and success go hand in hand. Investigation has shown that the man with a large number of words at his command is the one who comes to lead and direct his fellows. Through his knowledge of words, through his ability to make them express the exact shade of his meaning, he gives to his ideas real power.

-- John C. Hodges

[My emphasis]

I walked into to the 50 ₵ room at the Stargvegas library the other and walked out $16.50 poorer. Oddly, most of the 33 books were neither crappy nor especially old.

See? There's William Shatner and Princess Grace and that economist dude and some Christmas stories. Hey! Daughter C! That art book is beautiful.

One (not pictured) is the fourteenth-- 2001-- edition of Harbrace Handbook of English by John C. Hodges (et al.) first published in 1941. Though some chapters are slightly renamed in the newer edition, the presentation order remains the same. The quote above comes from Chapter 19, "Good Use" (1941), "Good Usage" (2001).

Thumbing through the Preface of my new book, I see that Chapter 19

has been extensively rewritten to help students write positively to and about all people. It now offers advise not only about handling matters of gender in language, but also about including members of all races, classes, ages, and orientations.

Isn't that nice? 

Left 1941; Right 2001

As you can see, the page sizes are approximately the same, although the font sizes are not-- 2001's are smaller. Not including the index, the crappy old book has 404 pages. The somewhat less crappy newer book (there are now, in 2014, eighteen editions) has 797. Both books deal with the grammar, mechanics, punctuation, elements of style,* and larger elements of the paragraph, papers and letters-- things that are pretty basic.

Now I ask you, why in the world does the 2001 edition need to be 97% longer than first edition? 

Left 2001; Right 1941

Because the coauthors of the fourteenth edition, Suzanne Strobeck Webb, Robert Keith Miller, and Winifred Bryan Horner did not read chapter 21, Wordiness, in the first edition. 

* Below the fold

Oh! I get it!

Grip's the raven. That's why this is so funny.

"Marica, what the f&*^ is gong on?"

Cough. Spew. Sputter.

"Umhum. What was that? Dial?'

"Irish Spring."

"rUUFf!"

Cough. Spew. Sputter.

"I take it 'f&*^' is not an acceptable word."

"You are correct, Missy."

Cough. Spew. Sputter.

"That Irish Springs's some nasty s^$#."

"Rrrruuuffffffff."

"Oh NO! Please not more Irish Spring!"

"ruff."