I was reading the local paper today when I saw a quote by Confucius. I thought, "Oh my gosh, don't they know Confucius is bad!" and thought about how we, or, rather, I, say things off the top of my head, showing my extreme ignorance of all things beyond the borders of West Texas. Then I asked myself why I thought Confucius was bad, and realized I had not investigated the facts to justify my own reasoning.
I recently read The Kitchen God's Wife by Amy Tan, where the character Winnie blasted the Chinese Philosopher because of the oppression of women during the time in China in which she was living, which apparently was part of Confucian belief. I guess I could get all down on Confucius for that, but it would be a pot calling the kettle black situation, or some sort of hypocritical thought, because, historically, women have been shunned in our own country and in our own religions. Shoot, the black man got the vote before gals did, and you know how vigorously racist people were back in the day. Just sayin'.
Also, I think it's ironic that Christians would quote a philosopher who was considered agnostic.
After a little perusing, it seems that the original Confucian ideologies were twisted to fit whatever religious or political situations that were occurring in China. I'm highly suspicious that this is a global phenomenon.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Migrating
Our annual monarch migration has been going on in dribs and drabs for the past several weeks. Usually there are jillions of butterflies everywhere and you have to just grit your teeth and barrel through them when you're driving (like we're who does the real suffering). This year they have been in lesser numbers, but they're huge, as large or larger than the palm of your hand from wrist to fingertip. I was driving along the other day and it looked like someone had pinned them here and there in sky as if they were ornaments. The beauty in the photo was lighted on a Russian sage plant in my back yard.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Black Gold, Texas Tea and a Little Bit of Natural Gas
University A-1 Well |
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Park Lane
My library friend Eloisa is selling Park Lane Jewelry. Check it out online then head on over to the County City Library in Sweetwater and give her your order. She also has hard-copy catalogs for you to look at. Cute stuff!
Just a Couple More...
Regarding the vaccine that Perry wanted all girls to get: In my memory, what was so offensive about it was that the illness the inoculation was for was said to have been contracted only by sexually active individuals, so in essence, it seemed like he was saying all girls are excessively promiscuous and needed to be vaccinated.
Regarding the accusation that scientists are to blame for global-warming paranoia: The first person that I noted saying the atmosphere has it's own rhythm was a top scientist at a facility Tom Hargrove was affiliated with. Tom sent me the article the man wrote. The man is a noted scientist, if only I could remember his name or still had Tom's note to me. I believe he was a scientist at the University of Alabama. Anyway, he said that global warming was bunco. In so many words.
Regarding the accusation that scientists are to blame for global-warming paranoia: The first person that I noted saying the atmosphere has it's own rhythm was a top scientist at a facility Tom Hargrove was affiliated with. Tom sent me the article the man wrote. The man is a noted scientist, if only I could remember his name or still had Tom's note to me. I believe he was a scientist at the University of Alabama. Anyway, he said that global warming was bunco. In so many words.
I Won't Miss You
Teel House |
I even hit the brakes as I went around the corner, and then came to a full stop in the road. I thought "Wow", then "I like it". That old eyesore has been there my entire life, and it has been a very long time since any Teels lived there. It was a relief to see it scraped up into a pile.
The razing was done for the placement of a high voltage line that Lone Star Transmission LLC is installing. This part of the project reaches across Scurry, Fisher, Jones and Shackelford counties and covers 1,467 acres. The overall line will run about 300-miles, through many counties.
I would give a website for information, but Googling will deliver an abundance of results. I found it somewhat interesting to see many names that I recognize associated with the process of the initial development of this project.
Lone Star and Oncor were used as key search words.
Monday, September 12, 2011
She Was Shakin'
Big Country Home Page news site is reporting that we have had seven earthquakes locally in the past two days, six of them close to Snyder, which makes them close to Hobbs. We have not felt anything, but Howard Gordon said he felt the one Sunday morning around 7:30 a.m. He said it was about a 2-second rumble.
According to Big Country news, the last one was recorded this morning around 4:26 a.m. near Forsan, southeast of Big Spring. The United States Geological Survey site has a map showing responses to the tremors. There are some Advanced National Seismic System maps on the USGS site that show where earthquakes have been occurring. Click on any of the highlighted words for more information.
According to Big Country news, the last one was recorded this morning around 4:26 a.m. near Forsan, southeast of Big Spring. The United States Geological Survey site has a map showing responses to the tremors. There are some Advanced National Seismic System maps on the USGS site that show where earthquakes have been occurring. Click on any of the highlighted words for more information.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Abject Criticizing
Looking at Twitter, to the right, you will see that I commented on a black cloud hanging overhead.
Unfortunately, it is not rain. I get in these damned moods where I am so hyper-critical that even I can't stand myself. I gripe at the tv, the cat, chickens and I have deep ruminations.
If I were a cast iron pot, my lid would be rattling from a slow boil.
So, I'm going to make one heavily edited comment just to get it out of me, then we can get to the lighter side of life.
The insurance company that provides coverage to state employees is going up thirty dollars per month on everyone who uses tobacco. I think that is taking advantage of a captive audience.
Ok, there ya go.
We briefly visited the West Texas Fair & Rodeo yesterday. The photo is of the most clever entry. It's not worded that way on the ribbon, but that's what it is. When I saw it, I thought, "Of course, why haven't I thought of it!", which makes it even more ingenious, because it's been right there in front of me all the time. Now there will be a wave of bathtub settees across the area. It's about time, the bathtub planters are so last season.
I noticed that Tom Wideman won first prize in antiques kitchenware with a metal muffin pan. I'm supposing this is the former mayor of Sweetwater, Rattlesnake Round-Up aficionado and past owner of West Texas Manufacturing. Way to go, Tommy!
There were all kinds of entries, birth certificates included. I quit looking when I saw an entry of an Avon bottle that was shaped like a Sherlock Holmes bulldog pipe. One that I know every single one of you has seen, and would quickly toss in the trash if you were cleaning out a closet. I'm pretty sure we had one sitting on the back of the toilet for years. Or something of Avon 70's vintage. I mean, who didn't?
There were some pretty cowgirl contestants giving speeches, and I wish I had room for those photos on here, too. They were beautiful girls wearing fancy clothes, but not in an unsavory fashion. How refreshing to see a nice Texas girl.
We didn't indulge in the carnival foods, 'cause you know I save that for the previously mentioned Rattlesnake Round-Up in March. Twice a year would just be too much.
One more thing to say. The fair is here, so where's the rain?
Unfortunately, it is not rain. I get in these damned moods where I am so hyper-critical that even I can't stand myself. I gripe at the tv, the cat, chickens and I have deep ruminations.
If I were a cast iron pot, my lid would be rattling from a slow boil.
So, I'm going to make one heavily edited comment just to get it out of me, then we can get to the lighter side of life.
The insurance company that provides coverage to state employees is going up thirty dollars per month on everyone who uses tobacco. I think that is taking advantage of a captive audience.
Ok, there ya go.
We briefly visited the West Texas Fair & Rodeo yesterday. The photo is of the most clever entry. It's not worded that way on the ribbon, but that's what it is. When I saw it, I thought, "Of course, why haven't I thought of it!", which makes it even more ingenious, because it's been right there in front of me all the time. Now there will be a wave of bathtub settees across the area. It's about time, the bathtub planters are so last season.
I noticed that Tom Wideman won first prize in antiques kitchenware with a metal muffin pan. I'm supposing this is the former mayor of Sweetwater, Rattlesnake Round-Up aficionado and past owner of West Texas Manufacturing. Way to go, Tommy!
There were all kinds of entries, birth certificates included. I quit looking when I saw an entry of an Avon bottle that was shaped like a Sherlock Holmes bulldog pipe. One that I know every single one of you has seen, and would quickly toss in the trash if you were cleaning out a closet. I'm pretty sure we had one sitting on the back of the toilet for years. Or something of Avon 70's vintage. I mean, who didn't?
There were some pretty cowgirl contestants giving speeches, and I wish I had room for those photos on here, too. They were beautiful girls wearing fancy clothes, but not in an unsavory fashion. How refreshing to see a nice Texas girl.
We didn't indulge in the carnival foods, 'cause you know I save that for the previously mentioned Rattlesnake Round-Up in March. Twice a year would just be too much.
One more thing to say. The fair is here, so where's the rain?
Sunday, September 4, 2011
And Just Like That, It's Over
The oppressive, stultifying, brain-burning summer has at last released it's zombie-inducing grasp on us. We've gone straight from triple-digit degrees to a whole week forecast at 80/50 highs-lows. I held up my arms and bathed in the glorious, cool breeze (wind) as I murmured haikus, ballads and verses celebrating this wonderful gift of nature, but then I shut up when Mr. Schmidt, who was changing a flat tire at the time, looked up and said "Huh?", like "What craziness are you up to now, Woman?"
I said, "Oh, nothing."
Luv ya, Texas.
I said, "Oh, nothing."
Luv ya, Texas.
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