From Pine View Farm

2019 archive

A Poem, Not by Henry Gibson 0

This poem by Alastair Read was in the preface to a slim volume about DNA which was part of my tenth grade biology class. The class sucke–was less than desirable, as the teacher taught it as if we were college students, which we weren’t.

But I’ve never forgotten the first verse of the poem. (Attribution.)

    Curiosity may have killed the cat; more likely
    the cat was just unlucky, or else curious
    to see what death was like, having no cause
    to go on licking paws, or fathering
    litter on litter of kittens, predictably.

Read more »

Share

Facebook Frolics 0

Naveed Saleh reports that enthusiasm for Facebook seems to be waning, citing surveys that show more and more persons are taking longer breaks from the Wells Fargo of social media and that a significant number of persons are removing the Facebook app from their smartphones.*

At Psychology Today Blogs, he suggests ten reasons why this might be so. Here’s one; follow the link for the rest.

Thin content. Lots of the content on Facebook is quite thin. How important is it for you to see your second-cousin’s kid standing in front of a limo before prom? Or, another duck-face selfie?

________________

*Even if you don’t intend to dial back you Facebook usage, not using their smartphone app is a wise choice. It spies on users relentlessly. When I visit Facebook, which I must do once or twice a month as part of outreach efforts for outfits I reach out for–when you do outreach, you have to reach out to where the people are–I use a private browser window, so Facebook cannot continue to spy on me after I’m done with them.

Share

Cashing in the Schools: The Privatization Scam 0

Share

Signs of the Times 0

Two men in suits and sunglasses holding signs saying,

In related news, real world consequences of the Trumpian Temper Tantrum are starting to pile up.

Image via Job’s Anger.

Share

Redaction Action 0

Image of sharpie labeled White House next to a document with multiple words marked out so that all that remains is

Via Job’s Anger.

Share

The Wall-Eyed Piker Gets It Wrong (Why Am I Not Surprised?) 0

In my local rag, historian Matthew Gabriele points out that, on the historical evidence, walls don’t work, despite Donald Trump’s claims that they do.

Share

“Compassionate Conservatism” 0

Uh, yeah.

Share

Russian Impulses 0

Shaun Mullen keeps up with the latest so I don’t have to.

Share

QOTD 0

Rex Stout:

When two people who want to get along start needing to have things explained, look out.

Stout, Rex, The Father Hunt (New York: Bantam, 1993), p. 97.

Share

“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0

Play politely.

Morse said that he and the victim often met at the duplex to smoke marijuana and when they did so, they’d play with a gun, according to Lemma.

“What they would typically do is horseplay around with a gun at the location, meaning that they would point it at each other, they would pull the trigger. Most of the time, the gun was unloaded when that occurred,” Lemma said.

The victim was playing with the gun when Morse tried to take it and during the struggle, the gun fired, killing the victim, according to authorities.

Afterthought:

I will not say one way or the other that I have ever had any experience with that evil weed, but I freely admit that I have toyed with other intoxicants (God bless the Scots!). I will say that, had I done so, I would fancy myself not so stupid as to toy with firearms when so doing.

Share

Going to the Dog 0

Victoria Hugo-Vidal suggests that, since our government is going to the dogs, it might be better if it went to the dog. A snippet:

Because President Dog’s executive orders would be unintelligible to us, since nobody speaks fluent BARK BARK BARK (and in all likelihood the orders would most likely translate to “Let’s go for walkies RIGHT NOW”), if anyone in Congress wanted something done, they would have to pass legislation for it. And they would have to pass it by a veto-proof majority, because while we can certainly dip President Dog’s paw in vegetable-based ink (just in case he licks it off) and point him toward the legislation, we cannot predict if he will stamp his paw on it, or if he will chew it up instead. Congress could not rely on executive actions to accomplish their goals – they would have to do it themselves.

Share

Why I Subscribe at Least as Much as I Can 0

Once upon a time, there were corrupt local governments (picture of two officials throws piles of cash about), but they were watched by people paid to investigate stories (picture of reporters in front of mayor's office) and the bad people were caught (picture of man in cuffs being led away by police).  Then one day the internet appeared and everything changed (picture of computer) and now people want their news for free, so there is no one left to watch local government (picture of mayor's office with no reporters), but that's okay because governments will be good now (picture of two officials chuckling to themselves).  At the end, Goat says, Excuse me while I go subscribe to seven newspapers.

Click for the original image.

Support your local rag.

Share

The Art of the Con 0

David Treadwell marvels at the marks.

Share

The Vice of the Turtle . . . 0

. . . lays about the land.

Share

The Never-Ending Stories 0

Donald Trump speaks of the Access Hollywood tape, saying

Click for the original image.

Share

Tribes and Tribulations 0

Mike Brooks suggests that the tribalism of our contemporary politics is rooted in humans’ evolutionary past. He points out that, until very recently in the sweep of history, humans lived in tribal groups of up to a couple of hundred persons. Even when persons were absorbed in the realms of empires and kingdoms, day-to-day transactions were confined to villages with few inhabitants. He suggests that Donald Trump’s desire for a border wall both symbolizes is fed in part by a toxic hyper-tribalism. A snippet:

There is a certain level of absurdity to our tribalism when we think more deeply about it. When it comes down to it, we are much more similar than we are different. Most of our differences, such as what language we speak the color of our skin, whether we are male or female, what foods we like, and even how and to whom we pray, were determined by factors beyond our control. After all, none of us had any influence over when and where we were born, who our parents were, the color of our skin, and the era of our existence. Somehow, each of our consciousnesses are in their own particular bodies at a certain place and time, and we have had no control over this.

(snip)

In one sense, it can be okay to take some pride in this affiliation (e.g., “I’m proud to be an American,” “I love my university”). However, it’s easy to slip into tribal, us vs. them mentality when we start saying versions of “me and my group are better than you and your group.” Arguably, this is how patriotism (e.g., “I love my country”) can turn into a more tribal nationalism (e.g., “my country is the best/greatest”). A look back through history (e.g., Nazi concentration camps, genocides, slavery, ethnic cleansing) offers hard lessons about what can happen when hyper-tribalism runs amok.

I commend the entire article to your attention.

Share

QOTD 0

Euripides:

Cleverness is not wisdom.

Share

Facebook Frolics 0

Gullibles’ Travails.

Share

The Past as Prologue 0

Indians on Plymouth Rock eye the approaching

Click for the original image.

Share

Tales of the Trumpling: Snapshots of Trickle-Down Trumpery 0

A Trumpled windshield.

Share
From Pine View Farm
Privacy Policy

This website does not track you.

It contains no private information. It does not drop persistent cookies, does not collect data other than incoming ip addresses and page views (the internet is a public place), and certainly does not collect and sell your information to others.

Some sites that I link to may try to track you, but that's between you and them, not you and me.

I do collect statistics, but I use a simple stand-alone Wordpress plugin, not third-party services such as Google Analitics over which I have no control.

Finally, this is website is a hobby. It's a hobby in which I am deeply invested, about which I care deeply, and which has enabled me to learn a lot about computers and computing, but it is still ultimately an avocation, not a vocation; it is certainly not a money-making enterprise (unless you click the "Donate" button--go ahead, you can be the first!).

I appreciate your visiting this site, and I desire not to violate your trust.