I cancelled today's meeting with the failing @nytimes when the terms and conditions of the meeting were changed at the last moment. Not nice
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) November 22, 2016
News accounts of the Trump transition have used terms like “knife fight”, “Game of Thrones”, etc, to characterize the chaos and infighting among the various individuals and groups vying for power in what I assume must be a well-drained swamp. Trump himself dismisses such accounts as bad reporting, insisting that the transition is going smoothly. [Read more…]
You can pry my pistol from me when my hands are cold and dead
And my bigotry is sacred, as the first amendment said
All infringements on our liberty are bad, it’s understood—
But the slaves who built the White House? Well, they had it pretty good. [Read more…]
… I left my first comment on Pharyngula. A couple of days later, I repurposed my “Digital Cuttlefish” blog for reposting of comments on the various Science Blogs, so Saturday will be my 8th blog anniversary. Four years on blogspot, four years on FtB, I’ve seen my readership go from single digits to a thousand a day, and back down to maybe half that on the days I have written something. [Read more…]
Pure, legal, applesauce!
Justice Scalia is
Left in the dark–
Lacking foundation, he
Treats legal molehills with
Mountains of snark. [Read more…]
I remember reading a particular issue of Mad Magazine back in the seventies. As it so often did, it included some song and poem parodies, this time on an environmentalist theme. I can recite two of them from memory–one a spot-on Dr. Seuss, and the other a version of the song “America The Beautiful”:
O cancerous, for smoggy skies
For pesticidal grain
Irritated mountains rise
Above an asphalt plain
Thy sins prepare thy doom
Monoxide clouds shall be thy shrouds
Thy cities be thy tomb!
I shouldn’t be shocked—hey, they’re only the news,
They can say what they want with impunity—
But it took me aback that they called a cathedral
A “symbol of national unity”. [Read more…]
They paved over Richard—that’s Richard the third
The Richard that used to be King.
Will I be remembered? The notion’s absurd!
But who knows what the future might bring?
Will the world of the future seek out where I rest?
Will they quarry in search of my bones?
Will they pore over details of things I’ve professed?
Will they look for the truth in the stones?
Will I live in the memories of those I have left?
Is this rational thought, or mere snobbery?
Will my grave be exhumed? And, for science, or theft?
Archaeology, maybe, or robbery?
They paved over Richard; they’ll pave over me
And a car-park may cover my head
My bones will be hidden where no one can see…
But I really won’t care. I’ll be dead.
In my opinion, the coolest site by far for looking at all the Richard III stuff is this, the University of Leicester page on the search. Great explanations of the dig, of the DNA search, of the analysis of wounds, of the reconstructed face…
The fragment of papyrus read:
“And Jesus said, My Wife…”
Which shocked those unaware of this
Dimension of His life
The fragment, though, is incomplete;
It leaves the scholars vexed.
I’ll ask my learned readers, then…
What do you think comes next?
So, yeah… via National Geographic… A fourth-century fragment of papyrus is making some waves.
The papyrus made international headlines when it was cited in a new paper by Harvard historian Karen King. Smaller than a business card, the fragment includes several lines of handwritten text, composed in Coptic language, which uses Christian symbols.
The final line of text includes the words: “And Jesus said, My Wife…” while quoting Jesus.
My question, then, is simple: What’s the next line? What’s next, that the papyrus got cut off before it told us? For me, I see Jesus as a borscht belt comedian, stealing from Henny Youngman, Jack Benny, and Uncle Miltie…
And Jesus said, My Wife Simon Peter and I will be taking the weekend off..
And Jesus said, My Wife, when she sits around the house, she sits. around. the house.
And Jesus said, My Wife complains about dinner: loaves and fishes again?
And Jesus said, My Wife–Take her, please!
And Jesus Said, My Wife…