Wordless Wednesday
Tuesday Twaddle: the Mommy Wars
Timothy Geithner is just the latest Administration mouthpiece to try to convince American voters that the number of women laid off during Mr. Obama’s stewardship of the recession is a ridiculous, meaningless number.
Pfui.
Statisticians know the figures show that George W. Bush likes women while Barack Obama prefers men because all the men were laid off under Mr. Bush; under Mr. Obama, only 7.7 percent of those who lost their jobs were men.
Of course, statisticians also know that fewer workers of any gender would have lost jobs had Obamanation actions not lengthened the recession.
Say Cheese
A short collection of whine.
I needed to replace my clock radio because the buttons have stopped working. The radio plays, the clock tells time, and the alarms sound at the appointed hour but the snooze and the alarm set and the time set buttons all do no more than make satisfying mechanical clicks. They don’t change or set anything.
For Sale: good clock radio for someone on a rigidly fixed schedule who likes to listen to 94.3 FM. Click the Paypal button. ==>
The most amazing online store offered an RCA RC40R Dual Wake Clock Radio with Large Green LED Display by RCA with all the features I want:
Product Features
- Auto time set for seven different time zones, six more than I live in.
- SmartSnooze converts all top buttons as snooze button when alarm has been activated to confuse me when I want to turn the radio back on.
- Dual wake features two different alarm settings for two different users: radio or buzzer and turns off one when the other activates.
- Programmable snooze; Programmable sleep
- Graduwake ramp-up alarm makes waking from a deep sleep easier and annoys the neighbors until you do.
- AM/FM clock radio with a large LED 1.4″ display for clear viewing
- Graduwake Ramp-up alarm eases your awakening
- Programmable Sleep feature plays the radio for up to 2 hours before automatically turning off the radio, allowing you to gently fall asleep to music while your neighbors enjoy techno.
- Programmable snooze feature turns off the alarm or radio for an extra 9 minutes of sleep or for 1-30 minutes
35 customer reviews gave it 3.4 out of 5 stars. Not bad for $19.99. Did I mention it’s an RCA? And that it has a Graduwake ramp-up alarm?
I was about to click the Buy Now button when the most amazing online store piped up that
There is a newer model of this item:
The RCA RC141 Dual Wake Clock Radio costs just $20.89 and is also In Stock.
Product Features
- Automatic time set
- Large 1.4-inch LED display
- FM radio with digital frequency readout
- SmartSnooze – multi-button snooze activation
- Wake to radio or alarm
I’ve seen this marketing technique before in the ice cream wars put less of the juicy stuff in the tub and charge more for it. And the airlines deciding to charge for the overhead compartment space where babies could previously sleep free. Now we’re going to suffer with squalling babies down in the rows with the rest of us.
The optometrist ordered me a new set of specs on my VSP vision plan. It’s a lousy plan but, as he says, “it’s better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.”
The new replacement glasses arrived a few days after I left so Anne had to mail them to me. They look nice. They don’t look through nice, though.
The optometrist had to send the first set he received back to the vision plan to correct an unspecified error. I don’t know what was wrong with the originals but I do hope the replacements have someone else’s prescription because I can’t see through them. Either the new Rx was ground incorrectly, the pupillary distance is wrong, or the optometrist got the wrong numbers from the refraction.
I’m wearing last year’s glasses as I write this and hoping that the Aviator sunglasses I ordered at the same time are correct. They should be in the mail any day now.
Speaking of shipments, !@#$%^ Comcast has done it again.I spent more than half an hour on the phone with !@#$%^ Comcast because I got back here to find no cable TV. We had a little power outage. Not unusual. Both cable boxes dropped out. I hope that’s unusual. One required reset from their end, necessitating a call all by itself. One would not power back on, necessitating a replacement.
There’s no excuse for that. I told the customer service rep (she offered to send a tech out but said it would cost me $30 to FIX THEIR EQUIPMENT) that I’d better not have to call them every time the power goes out. She didn’t care.
She ordered one shipped. It didn’t come overnight so I was out of service but it did get here. In two boxes. Two very large boxes.
I don’t have a DVR in South Puffin so to “time shift” requires setting up both the VCR and tuning the newly replaced digital box. For a reason I don’t understand I got the Special Audio Program on both Criminal Minds and CSI. The voiceover kept saying this was for blind peeps and I could turn it off except there is no SAP setting on the recorder I used and I don’t get SAP from any live broadcast, either from Dish or Cable on the TV. Both VCRs played it back on the tape though.
I’m thinking it was !@#$%^ Comcast. Good I didn’t order the special X-Ray vision glasses they were advertising, too.
Wordless Wednesday
Literature?
“Little men are covering my street with political ‘literature’,” Liz Arden complained this morning.
I’m maybe the wrong writer to tackle this. After all, my high school English teacher made us memorize John Donne’s birth date and Stevens Institute of Technology didn’t even know how to spell the word in the 70s.
Miss Spocketpump, the high school English teacher whose name I have changed to protect myself, taught a “Survey Course in English Literature” for us kids in college prep. I don’t remember much from that course other than a dense textbook with reams of writings by the greats of history. When she told me I would fail the final exam, I did something unparalleled in my academic history before or since. I anticipated how she could structure a test that would trip me. Then I memorized exactly what I needed to beat the test. It was half the grade.
I spent all day on the Sunday before the exam at the Quarry, our “swimming hole,” reading and rereading the quarter-page biographies of more than 100 writers included in that tome. I knew Donne’s birthday (sometime between January 24 and June 19, 1572). I could tell you who Robert Browning married and when Tennyson died. I knew how much Dickens earned per word. But I had no Great Expectations stored about Morte D’Arthur or any words of metaphysical poetry.
Not a great introduction to literature or literary pursuits, I’m thinking.
“Little men are covering my street with political ‘literature’,” Ms. Arden had said. “Why can’t they just call it spam?”
Literature has a much broader definition than I remembered:
Literature (from Latin litterae (plural); letter) is the art of written work, and is not confined to published sources (although, under some circumstances, unpublished sources can also be exempt). The word literature literally means “acquaintance with letters” and the pars pro toto term “letters” is sometimes used to signify “literature,” as in the figures of speech “arts and letters” and “man of letters.” The four major classifications of literature are poetry, prose, fiction, and non-fiction.
The art of written work. Art. That’s more what we mechanics think of as literature. The O.E.D. points us to written works with “superior or lasting artistic merit.” Expression and form, topics of universal interest, and some degree of permanence are essential to my definition and to Ms. Arden’s.
But there is more. We allow the writings of a country or on a particular subject in the broad category of literature. It can be English or scientific or music or it can concern a group of items such as automobiles.
When my mom earned her B.A.-English, she read literature from Shakespear to Saroyan. She used the word properly.
When your doctor says he’ll “consult the literature” to determine if your symptoms show you have sarcoidosis (They do. Trust me on that.), he uses the word properly.
When I need to know the allowable deflection in a frimjamb or how to hardwire a network conniption, I “consult the literature.” OK, I Google but the results are the same. And I used the word properly.
The four major classifications of literature are poetry, prose, fiction, and non-fiction. Both Homer and Herodotus explicitly excluded spam, the fifth element in the written classes, from the list. After all, there may be considerable art in selling a sexual aid by email or a candidate by door hanger, but literature it ain’t.