Look at the new jewelry!

Dear Two People who read this blog. Look at the new jewelry I'm made. Connie, I may have some really spiff earrings in the next batch of photos.

Poor Rush

A linguist just explained via NPR why the word "slut" is so offensive that Mr. Limbaugh is losing advertisers.
Mr. Limbaugh, a famous radio host, described a young woman who testified before a gov't group about contraception and health care (she's for contraception as a part of a health care plan) as a "slut" "prostitute"
and a person who will do sex acts on camera for the viewing pleasure of others. He slobbered over the last phrase leading me to believe he watches too much porn.

The entire thing is simple. Mr. Limbaugh is a whore, a slut and a prostitute for money, fame and power.
His virulent, hate filled programs are verbal pornography. He incites people to violence. He defames anyone of stature who criticizes him. He's got the Republicans so whipped that none of them protest his verbal abuse as long as they don't suffer it.

Mr. Limbaugh is an admitted "infotainer." He offers information to entertain so he does not have to adhere to any standard of decency. That his information is ofter false means nothing. That he incites violence is nothing.

He's a clever man. He uses language well. He actually does have a valid point of view...once and while. That's all my opinion. As a former listener I do know this. He has prostituted his intelligence in the sevice of lies. He has defamed people for the sheer pleasure it gives him. He is a slut for attention, money and power. The man is a street walker on the public square.

Decrepit, out moded and dated

Time is a mystery. Clocks seem decietful. I am obselete.

For years I navigated time by bells. In ancient academia bells rang when it was time to change class. Then I switched to using the students' time. When it was time for them to go they told me. Retired, I rely on John and the fall of light.

Now I find time can be encapsulated on a telephone. Well telephones don't really exist anymore, but hand held devices can do anything but make ice cream and there will be an app for that soon. John moves  his calendar around at will, his own will and the will of others. He fills in time with colour," blocking it off." (I have just returned from yelling at Winnie in french. It seems to impress her and keeps me in colourful vocabulary.)

Now "blocking off time" isn't hard. I have a clear visual on the calendars. The problem is the nights. Say I plan to go overseas, or rather John does. I will fly here or there and arrive at some odd hour all of which is fine by me. Other people ask me about the time though and I can't find the nights. LOOK at your calender. There's a day block with a number in it but where's the night? Is it the line between blocks ? When I ask John about this he goes nuts and lectures me. The lecture always muddies the waters but do explain why my students were so keen on leaving my class.

I find the "new" use of military time for all of Europe comforting, but not really instructive. If I've got it right, midnight is 0001 or 1000. Then we procede to 1026 which is midnight plus 26. Noon is 1200 or 0012. My question is when do we subtract?

Of course I navigate as I always have without a bell. I stand and count under my breath. I check to see if it's day or night. I use my fingers in a futile effort to sort everything out. A kind person comes up to me and says,"Are you having a problem?" I say I don't have a problem but could this person tell me the time. Generally the person asks where I'm going, takes my hand and leads me to the train, bus, airline or taxi stand. Most of them watch so see that I get on without problems.

If I invest in a fancy phone will it have an app for me?

Scype (new great dane puppy)

Dear Great Sky Dog,

Its me. I'm the black one with white hair on my shoulders. It makes a sort of a Z. What have you done to me? First strange people came and took me away from mom. To tell the truth, she wasn't at all upset about it. She scraped me off her teat and tried to beat my brothers to the door outside. Then a sweet warm person held  me for for about three years in a bouncing running box. When it stopped I was carried around to people boxes and cooed at. I'm 7 and a half weeks old and alreadly I'm tired of the cooing. In my Marguerite box things were pretty cool. Room to run and cats. I like the big girl cat. She sat with me on my Marguerite's lap and let me chew her bum. The boy wasn't so friendly.

I do have my own bed and that's rather more like it. Sharing with all those brothers and sisters was a drag and I didn't have a teat all my own. NOW I haven't a teat at all and when I try to suck the humans' hands they squeek and pull away. Yesterday I learned to climb stairs. Today, before it was even light, my Marguerite attached me to a thick string I'm not supposed to chew, put me in the bouncy box again and delivered me to a house box with two big dogs and another human.

One of the dogs is almost my size and black and white like me. I keep trying to be friendly but he hates me chewing his bum. He gets very cross and barks at me. The big brown dog is a mommy dog but she won't let me suckle her. She doesn't even smell of milk. When I tried to chew her she looked like she'd bite me in two.

The human is good at giving me food but she told me that I weigh twenty five pounds and she's not going to carry me down the outside stairs. She mutters a lot. Anyway, after she shoved me down the stairs twice, I decided to do it my self. She was very proud of me. She also gets excited when I excrete. She shouts in a high voice "Good dog!" I'm not too excited about going on the ground and she has started muttering again about cleaning her bricks. I figure, enough already? How much can one small dog do?

I am quickly learning everything I can but I have a feeling there's a lot to learn.Why won't the big dogs play with me?