Oh, boy-worth the clicks!

I am torn

I stayed up late for me last night, then Tupac’s tummy feed me alarm went off at 3:21.  So as Ron was already awake he got up to feed him which normally I do.  But I couldn’t fall back asleep.  So I got up an hour later.   Then I answered a few emails.   Then I opened the Male Survivor site that I have become very involved in.  But before I could address the new posts there, I had an incoming voice over internet call.  I spent an hour on that, talking with someone who needed me, someone I like and have a lot in common with.  Then Ron got up late as he did not sleep well and it is dark and gloomy here with the storm. 

Then I went back to my blog and started reading posts before I lost more of them.  Halfway through I switched to comments and replied to them up to date so I wouldn’t lose them as I love comments.  I learn a lot from the comments.

But as the day wore on I realized that I still had not read or dealt with the MS site posts I had open in another tab, so I switched to it.  I spent 2 hours there reading others posts and adding my two cents worth, sometimes including my own abuse.  I can do that freely there knowing no one will judge me or be shocked.  To then return to my blog and start reading blogs of others …

To have an abuse survivor contact me via secured Session.  He had some things to talk to me about so I went on voice chat.  His concerns were legitimate and we talked for a long time until I really had to pee, so we ended the call.  I like talking to him on this format, I just wish I had more time.  But I am so tired right now.  I have so many things I wanted to do today I did not get to.  I had wanted to watch another episode of Picard, we bought them but I never have time to watch them.  It seems I am running from one thing to the next.   

Last night Ron woke me apologetically saying I was making sounds in my sleep and he was worried I was moving into a bad dream.  I was, but I only thanked him without telling him what I was dreaming of.  OK, I really need to go to bed.  If I have missed getting to a post you have made or by my dogs that love gravy missed a comment you made, I apologize.  I am just stretched really thin right now.  I have bitten off more than I can chew as they say.  Hugs.  Scottie

Project 2025 in Two (2) Minutes …

A couple of things in The Guardian today-

Last night, I saw Judge Chutkan’s order (.pdf) that denied the Don’s defense motion to dismiss. The story is here, in The Guardian. Here’s a snippet:

“Judge Tanya Chutkan’s ruling is the first substantive order since the case was returned to her Friday following a landmark US supreme court opinion in July that conferred broad immunity for former presidents and narrowed special counsel Jack Smith’s case against Trump.

“In their motion to dismiss the indictment, defense lawyers argued that Trump was mistreated because he was prosecuted even though others who have challenged election results have avoided criminal charges. Trump, the Republican nominee in the 2024 presidential race, also suggested that President Joe Biden and the US justice department launched a prosecution to prevent him from winning re-election.

“But Chutkan rejected both arguments, saying Trump was not charged simply for challenging election results – but instead for “knowingly making false statements in furtherance of criminal conspiracies and for obstruction of election certification proceedings”. She also said that his lawyers had misread news media articles that they had cited in arguing that the prosecution was political in nature.” (snip-More)

Also in today’s Guardian, a book review of Fred (III) Trump’s book, “All In The Family”. The review is no doubt not as salacious as the book could be, but the review is strict:

“What Fred III calls the ‘T-word’ – almost as odious as the forbidden N-word, which he remembers Donald using when enraged by vandals who damaged his car – undergoes some slick mutations in the course of this chronicle. Fred Zero was born Friedrich Drumpf, which sounds like a belch or sneeze. Anglicised, the surname evokes trump cards and trumped-up accusations, a better match for the family’s ruthlessly competitive creed. Fred I’s middle name was Christ, rhyming with mist, which he derived from his German mother. But he worried that this might repel the Jewish tenants in his New York apartment blocks, so he dropped the “h” and called himself Crist instead. Fred III adopted the new spelling when he bizarrely christened his first son Cristopher; there would be no Fred IV, he decided, because ‘it was time to stop counting’.”

Some things to read while you stay safe and cool this afternoon!

It was the new moon at 6:13AM CDT today, 5:13 Eastern

Frazz by Jef Mallett for August 04, 2024

Frazz Comic Strip for August 04, 2024

https://www.gocomics.com/frazz/2024/08/04

Let’s talk about Trump, empty podiums, weakness, and concerns….

From Badtux the Snarky Penguin

Staying Cool: Helpful Hints From History

Take a look back at how others have survived—and thought about—the high heat of summer.

By: Matthew Wills  July 28, 2024

In an episode of The Twilight Zone called “The Midnight Sun,” first broadcast in November 1961, the apocalyptic temperature of an Earth getting ever closer to the Sun is represented by a thermometer bursting at…130°F. On July 5, 2024, Palm Springs, California, reached 124°F, while the next day, Death Valley hit 128°F, amidst a shattering of triple-digit temperature records across the American West.

Benchmarks have shifted. In 1961, the amount of carbon dioxide (CO2) in the atmosphere was 318 parts per million by volume (ppmv). CO2 is a greenhouse gas, acting as atmospheric insulation, preventing heat radiation from dissipating into space. Last year, 2023, the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere was 421 ppmv. It continues to increase, not least as we battle the resulting heat by burning fossil fuels to stay cool. We’re in a global greenhouse, and the doors seem to be locked as we paradoxically produce more CO2 to stay cool in the face of heating caused by the production of more CO2.

Humans have long worked to beat the heat, especially in the tropics and in deserts. Their perfectly rational strategies—stay out of the midday sun, live underground, cover up completely—may once have been criticized by those from temperate zones, sometimes in racist terms, but more and more parts of the world are having to learn the lesson of those strategies.

A sign outside an air conditioned American restaurant points to the 'White Rest Rooms', in a clear indication of racial segregation, circa 1960.
A sign outside an air-conditioned American restaurant points to the “White Rest Rooms,” in a clear indication of racial segregation, circa 1960. Getty

What, after all, would it be like without air conditioning? Take a look at this Before Air-Conditioning piece in Scientific American’s “Hints for Keeping Cool.” Published in July 1858, the piece begins with a dietary suggestion: eat “fruits, vegetables, and farinaceous food, and the lighter kinds of meat.” In 1858, the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere was 286 ppmv. Seven years earlier, Dr. John Gorrie, striving to cool down his malaria and yellow fever patients in Florida, patented the first ice-making machine (1851, 285 ppmv).

The first modern, electrical air condition system dates to 1902 (297 ppmv), when inventor Willis Carrier cooled and dehumidified the Sackett-Wilhelms Lithographic & Publishing Company in Brooklyn, New York. The publishing company was most concerned about humidity warping their paper supplies. Carrier is still a going concern.

A little over a century after Scientific American’s helpful hints, The Science News-Letter’s “Keeping Cool in Summer Heat” (1961: 318 ppmv) wasn’t so very different.

“If you suffer from heat frustration when the mercury hits the 90’s, a little scientific knowledge of summer heat can help your body temperature and state of mind remain well within the comfort zone,” the editors claim.

These hints were essential for those without air conditioning, that wonder of the twentieth century. Try to imagine cars, theaters, restaurants, the suburbs, office towers, apartment blocks, malls, et cetera, without A/C. The post-World War II population growth across the Sun Belt, stretching from Southern California to North Carolina, would most likely not have been possible without it.

In his exploration of how A/C transformed the South, Raymond Arsenault quotes a Floridian circa 1982 (341 ppmv).

“I hate air conditioning,” the woman confirmed. “It’s a damnfool invention of the Yankees. If they don’t like it hot, they can move back up North where they belong.”

But most people—in the South and elsewhere—welcomed A/C with a passion. Arsenault notes that historians tended to shy away from writing about the transformative power of air-conditioning on the South because they were leery of falling into an old climate-is-destiny paradigm. In the first three decades of the twentieth century, the South’s climate was held responsible for everything from the Southern drawl to plantation slavery. Climate determinism faded by mid-century (1950: 311 ppmv), as the “long hot summers” of the Civil Rights years transitioned into the “New South,” supposedly post-racial but definitely all indoor-cooled.

Did You Know That Poetry Used to Be an Actual Olympic Sport?

And the First Openly Gay Olympic Medalist Was a Poet

One of the shortest Tiny Desk Concerts

Apropo of nothing, simply enjoy a minute, 22 seconds.

https://www.npr.org/2014/12/24/372683580/tiny-desk-concert-hmstr

“You could never fully steal the show when you’re followed by the blown-out spectacle of Sun Ra Arkestra’s Tiny Desk Concert. But the opening act kept jumping on the piano and nibbling on the set, literally pulling up the carpet and leaving “presents” on the floor. How could we not have them back? Did I mention they’re hamsters?

“Joni and Nash — first names only, please, like Madonna and Cher — are HMSTR. Certainly not the first band to count rodents among its members, but at least they refuse to release a punk album with no punk to be found. “Snow Day” is HMSTR’s first single, a twee-as-all-get-out holiday pop-punk song by virtue of having “snow” in its title. After what sounds like digital snowflakes, the song unleashes a one-minute snowball fight with the fuzziest Tiny Desk destroyers we’ve ever seen.

“You can download “Snow Day” from HMSTR’s Bandcamp page. Happy holidays!”