Friday Ephemera
Curses. || Art rock. || Russian dashcam road movie. || Scenes from a pencil factory. || Minguk, Manse and Daehan are triplets. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Bruce is handy with a pair. || These memo pads are much fancier than yours. || The pig war of 1859. || The shortest borders in the world. || Bark and soil. || A brief history of bread. || Tim Newman has written a novel. || We live in strange times. || A typical Alaskan street fight. (h/t, Darleen) || Dead malls. || Seagulls in Delhi. || 1477 glasses. || Flashback of note. || The fox and the owl. || Wee. (h/t, Damian) || This. || It can happen. (h/t, dicentra) || I need 100 Yen and I need it now. || And finally, because you demanded it, posture-correcting, hydration-sensing, Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants. iOS and Android compatible.
A typical Alaskan street fight.
Nah. A typical Alaskan street fight involves a Palin.
Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants. iOS and Android compatible.
. . . Hmmm. Well, Next Generation did have Data wearing a variety of stuff aside from the Starfleet uniform . . .
The “Fifty Shades of Grey through a Marxist lens” analysis you’ve been waiting for.
2B or not 2B, that is the question.
Old draftsman’s joke. I always preferred 3H for preliminary and HB for final. Well, at least until we started using plastic on mylar.
Re the Pig War, if President Polk had simply stuck to his guns regarding the 54-40 line, that ugly little mess could have been avoided.
I say we all get together and buy David a biometric blogging thong if they have them.
The “Fifty Shades of Grey through a Marxist lens” analysis you’ve been waiting for.
“I need 100 Yen and I need it now.”
The Japanese keep all their coolest stuff to themselves, don’t they? I’m almost as intrigued by the rendition of the Toreador song in the background.
“I’ve been a very bad girl,’ she said, biting her lip. ‘I need to be punished.’ ‘Very well,’ he said and …”
That’s disgusting.
Anyway… this thing.
Re: Dead malls
Central City Mall / Carousel Mall: San Bernardino, CA
The last time I was there, there was a gangland gun fight in the parking lot (I am not kidding, and it was in broad daylight). The time before that, my car was broken into. I can’t believe that dump stayed open as long as it did.
(O_O)
For what it’s worth, there used to be a wonderful hobby shop across the street from the mall, with very little parking, which was always full, so I usually parked in the mall parking lot.
Iowahawk handicaps the final 20 in the running for Amazon HQ2
The “Fifty Shades of Grey through a Marxist lens” analysis you’ve been waiting for.
Lemme guess, these self-absorbed, arrested-adolescent Marxists are certain Cathy Newman destroyed Professor Peterson.
posture-correcting, hydration-sensing, Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants.
I look forward to charging my underwear overnight.
hydration-sensing… underpants
Erm…
iPants.
posture-correcting, hydration-sensing, Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants.
Do they vibrate when you get an update?
“Excuse me a moment. I think my underwear’s rebooting.”
Do they vibrate when you get an update?
That was a feature in the alpha test phase but some of the female testers experienced loss of consciousness during major updates so it was deprecated in the beta release.
Minguk, Manse and Daehan are triplets.
TO be fair, they are doing as good a job as the Afghan Border Police.
The pig war of 1859.
Meh, I give you the 1969 Soccer War. For you aviation enthusiasts, the air war portion pitted Salvadoran P-51 Mustangs against Honduran F-4U Corsairs (which is even better than Israeli Avia Messerschmidt 109s pitted against Egyptian Spitfires).
TO be fair, they are doing as good a job as the Afghan Border Police.
The coordination bodes well.
Another “feminst” fails to grasp a fundamental concept.
Old: Food Pyramid.
New: White Supremacy Pyramid.
Ha! I just discovered the Soccer War last week because I was looking up Lynn Garrison (the pilot). But I can’t remember why I looked up Lynn Garrison. Maybe I need a Bluetooth-enabled biometric thinking cap or something.
Debauchery, perversions, the bizarre, the weird, general oddness and…Tim Newman has written a novel.
I fit right in, I think. Thanks!
New: White Supremacy Pyramid.
Poor Bob. Is he angry about his ballooning waistline or his rapidly vanishing hair? Thing is, some of his commentary on film is quite insightful, unlike his political mouthings, which are cartoonish, and which brings me back to my theory that leftism has stupefying properties.
biometric underpants
Prior art: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfq3B9JvIcQ
which brings me back to my theory that leftism has stupefying properties.
Was there ever any doubt? 🙂
1477 glasses.
So a glowing red globe is now in charge at Riedel?
Was there ever any doubt? 🙂
As we’ve seen many times, it’s possible (and quite common) for an expensively educated person not only to be shockingly ignorant of once-routine knowledge – say, regarding history, economics, basic biology – but also to have embraced a socially statusful, self-flattering belief system that actively inhibits apprehending certain facts or entertaining rather obvious lines of enquiry – on grounds that such facts and enquiry would be a threat to that status and self-flattery, i.e., the self-designation as woke, or pretensions of victimhood and the excuses and leverage they afford.
And so rather than engage in actual debate, which always carries the risk that one might learn something and have to modify one’s position, perhaps quite drastically, the fashionable default – especially, it seems, among those who style themselves as woke – is to ostracise and demonise, to block and no-platform, and to engage in theatrical, hair-trigger indignation – “Nazi,” “white supremacist,” “I. Can’t. Even.”
[ Edited. ]
Biometric vibrating blogging thongs?
I can’t even.
( I find that stupid phrase unreasonably irritating, by the way, especially with periods [its, not mine; happily, I am now free of the monthly nuisance.] “I. Can’t. Even.” Can’t even WHAT? Form a sentence?)
Grumble.
I can’t even.
I saw The Biometrics open for Vibrating Blogging Thongs back in … oh, forget it…I find that joke unreasonably irritating and this ain’t Ace of Spades.
Lean times have fallen upon Fat Studies.
https://www.campusreform.org/?ID=10393
Lean times have fallen upon Fat Studies.
Perhaps, but in New Jersey, Montclair is offering safe spaces for “fat-identifed” BLTWTF students.
Of course anorexics, technically speaking, identify as fat, so it would be wildly amusing to what happens were one to show up. Even better if a twig (that is the collective plural) of anorexics showed up.
a socially statusful, self-flattering belief system that actively inhibits apprehending certain facts or entertaining rather obvious lines of enquiry
*clicks link. watches video*
Symbolism. 🙂
Symbolism. 🙂
Well, quite. And the bandana-wearing student, our budding intellectual, the one denouncing discussion as “violence,” seems quite proud of his gesture, as if didn’t reflect badly on him, as if there could be nothing in this universe that he doesn’t already know, him being so woke and all.
I think I’m noticing a pattern…
Further to yesterday’s post and other topics discussed on these pages.
Fallout.
I found this rant courtesy theothermccain.com. I looked at some other of Dalrock’s pieces and was unimpressed—yet another person with an All-Explaining Theory of Everything—but the bit about the “even sluttier sluts” had me giggling for some reason. So, while I can’t recommend you waste your time delving into Dalrock—enjoy the slut-off!
https://dalrock.wordpress.com/2011/11/18/we-are-trapped-on-slut-island-and-traditional-conservatives-are-our-gilligan/
Australia Day is almost upon us, and with that comes the usual hand wringing and stroking of beards as to whether to change the date so as to not offend the Aboriginal populace. Me being Aboriginal myself, I couldn’t give two flying fornications about this issue. There are bigger concerns to worry about such as domestic violence in Aboriginal communities, health and finding employment. Captain Cook of course landed in Botany Bay on this date, January 26, and the usual crowd, led by the detestable Greens, wish to have the date changed because we blacks are apparently still afflicted by ‘genocide’. Last I looked I didn’t see any jackboots go around and round us up and shipped onto trains. The stoking of racial disharmony are kept in motion by the Left and as long as they are around, then it will continue until thinking Aboriginals see through the facade that the Left care not for anyone but their socialist friends in Brunswick sipping chardonnay or vegan lattes.
… blacks are apparently still afflicted by ‘genocide’.
I always imagined genocide to be permanently debilitating, but it seems some groups are more resilient than others. It brings to mind people who sniffle and then claim to have influenza.
I had a touch of influenza this year; had the flu shot but they are not very effective this year. Even the abbreviated flu is a LOT worse than the sniffles.!
We have some pesky and persistent bugs going round the UK: I’ve been more or less continuously unwell for six weeks or so with coughs and colds, but as you say, nothing like the genuine flu.
I always imagined genocide to be permanently debilitating
It’s not much of a genocide if we can still hear them bitching.
“We have some pesky and persistent bugs going round the UK: I’ve been more or less continuously unwell for six weeks or so with coughs and colds, but as you say, nothing like the genuine flu.”
Yup. I had a particularly nasty one over the New Year weekend, which I still haven’t completely shaken. It crossed my mind once or twice that it might actually be the flu – it was that bad – but I was able to get up and walk to the loo without feeling like I’d run a marathon. That’s the test: a friend of mine who’s a nurse once told me if you put a £50 note on the other side of the room and the patient can pick it up, it ain’t the flu. (It has to be a decent value to weed out the slackers. 🙂 )
Daniel,,
It’s not much of a genocide if we can still hear them bitching.
Or that there’s at least 10 times as many of them now than when the “genocide” supposedly began. On that note, I’d say the Israelis are conducting the most incompetent “genocide” in human history.
Recently we’ve had a 4-year-old, and a healthy 25- ish body builder, die from this year’s flu. A tragic reminder that modern life still has enough real dangers that no one need worry about made-up ones.
On Dalrock, he refers to doing It as “riding the alpha carousel.” Which also made me giggle. Has anyone else ever heard makin’ whoopie called that? I forgot to ask.
I will now brace for an onslaught of British euphemisms.
As a pre/early teenager, I worked under the assumption that any phrase that I didn’t immediately understand was a euphanism for sex. Which actually was pretty accurate. Of course it was the 70’s. But still.
My all time favorite is still “Making the sign of the two-headed lobster”. Which given this week’s posts now sounds kinda gay.
I’m 58 and I still get good results working under that assumption!
😄
Re: Dead malls
I couldn’t help but notice that the entry for the Flemington Mall, of Flemington, NJ, made no mention of the opening of the Bridgewater Commons – a vast shopping edifice right out of a late 20th century teenage girl’s wet dreams. Place hoovered up business for miles around. The author might have also mentioned that for adolescents of the 1980s to early 1990s, that Ponderosa Steakhouse was the place to buy cigarettes on the down-low.
There are bigger concerns to worry about…
I’ve heard sleeping on roadways is one, at least in certain parts. Was there a rash of such incidents, or was it more like a case of one idiot’s predictable demise kicking off an out-of-proportion PSA campaign?
biometric underpants
They had me at innovating “the way we power our garments”, because I do not know what that means.
riding the alpha carousel
No, that means something rather more specific. It refers to women in their 20’s enjoying their high sexual market value by engaging in promiscuous sex with high value men – “alphas”, in the manosphere parlance, until they hit 30, realize they can’t attract the high value men any more, get off the carousel and decide to settle for some schmuck with a good job.
“And finally, because you demanded it, posture-correcting, hydration-sensing, Bluetooth-enabled biometric underpants.”
Go home, innovation. You’re drunk.
@Sam Duncan: “That’s the test: a friend of mine who’s a nurse once told me if you put a £50 note on the other side of the room and the patient can pick it up, it ain’t the flu. “
In an NHS hospital, you can substitute the £50 for a Big Mac.
I’ll never look at a merry-go-round the same way again. 🤭🎪
I worked under the assumption that any phrase that I didn’t immediately understand was a euphanism for sex…
Clearly related, I’d like to thank Jeremy Clarkson for teaching yet more British slang when in pointed out it was odd that the US Navy pilots who drew the penis in the sky were punished even though they were flying F-18 Growlers.
The New Sound of Music:
http://twitter.com/clctae/status/951939325616418818
Too many Tide pods?
via Lisa
Hey Pogonip, how’s your father? 🙂
In an NHS hospital, you can substitute the £50 for a Big Mac.
In an NHS hospital, the nurses would wolf down the Big Mac before any patients would even spot it!
Theresa, he died in July of 2016.
Ahem.
Ahem
Oh, no… here we go.
I wondered why somebody across the pond was asking about my father! 😊
I had a touch of influenza this year; had the flu shot but they are not very effective this year.
Ditto the shot, but hell, what I had was not a ‘touch’. Fever 99-101.8 for 3 days, stuffed head, chest congestion, and the feeling like I have been beaten all over by the ugly stick.
My eldest is an RN and I learned that she can be very bossy when I’m sick. I was able to score some Tamiflu during the optimal 48 hr window and it got me through. Took 10 days before I was recovered enough to return back to work.
Flu is serious stuff (my 28 y/o nephew died of complications of the flu 3 years ago Jan 16)
Tim Newman has written a novel.
Tim, well done. It couldn’t by any chance be semi-autobiographical?
@Rafi
I look forward to charging my underwear overnight.
Just remember to take them off before you start charging them…
Get a discount crib by peeing on a magazine….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=12&v=uuWrT3jBzrw
No. Really.
@Farnsworth,
Montclair is offering safe spaces for “fat-identifed” BLTWTF students.
I take it that Caleb Luna is a charter member…
http://www.themilitantbaker.com/2017/04/current-crush-caleb-luna.html
smear tests can be “uncomfortable” for trans men, as “it is often a procedure designed for women”.
Yep, pretty often.
(Please excuse the length – I hadn’t meant this post to be quite so long).
“[T]teachers choosing a lesson plan based on what’s popular can be a problem”
Yes, well, at the very least it most certainly can be problematic in the eyes of Dr Katy M. Swalwell, an Assistant Professor of Education at Iowa State University and author of Educating Activist Allies: Social Justice Pedagogy with the Suburban and Urban Elite, the Introduction to which begins (my italics; Swalwell’s capitalisation of White):
A few years ago, I presented a workshop entitled “Addressing Wealth Inequality with Students in Affluent Communities” at the Northwest Teachers for Social Justice Conference . A wonderful event that can inspire even the most demoralized of educators, … I wondered if my focus on affluent students would attract anyone among a group of such committed and talented social justice educators, I was stunned (and relieved) when the room filled to capacity with curious conference attendees.
One by one, the teachers introduced themselves and shared why they had come to the session. Almost all of them worked at private suburban public schools primarily serving White students from affluent families. They expressed frustration with how to challenge their students’ meritocratic perceptions of the world. They gave examples of student apathy, wilful ignorance, or missionary zeal in response to a social justice curriculum. And they talked of pushback to their teaching from parents, administrators, and fellow colleagues. Perhaps movingly, they expressed gratitude for a space to talk about doing this work with these kids. “I’m embarrassed to say where I teach when I come to things like this,” one teacher told me. “It’s like if I really cared about social justice, then I shouldn’t be working in this kind of school.”
(As an aside, if the room for the workshop was “filled to capacity” and every participant “introduced themselves and shared why they had come to the session” one after another as well as discussing all the “pushback to their teaching” they had received, it’s a wonder there was any time left for Swalwell to give her workshop. Even with a relatively modest audience of say, 20 people, those introductions could easily have taken up at least 40 of the workshop’s 90 minutes, which makes me curious as to just how many people were actually there.)
Swalwell goes on to describe the purpose of Educating Activist Allies as helping “[t]eachers committed to social justice … open students’ eyes to the world around them, even when they are reluctant to see things that are painful, disturbing, or in contradiction with their original beliefs about the world.” (Chapter 4 of the book is ominously entitled: “Social Justice Pedagogy in Action: ‘Bursting the Bubble’ and ‘Disturbing the Comfortable’”).
But anyway, back to those pesky teachers and their “choosing a lesson plan based on what’s popular” – the bastards.
What Swalwell is busy ‘problematising’ in that quote is Teachers Pay Teachers (TPT), a website which “offer[s] more than 2.8 million free and paid resources, created by educators who understand what works in the classroom”. According to this PBS report, “[t]he average TPT lesson plan sells for $5, and the company takes a cut of 20 percent or 45 percent” and according to the site’s owners, “TPT paid out more than $100 million to teacher authors across the country” last year.
But despite this seeming to be a case of teachers ‘seizing control of the means of production’ from giant global educational publishing companies such as Pearson and others, or at the very least of sharing knowledge and expertise on a massive scale with little or no interference from hierarchical bureaucracies – both of which you might reasonably expect Swalwell to celebrate – she is nevertheless unhappy because (my italics):
“teachers may focus on what’s cute and catchy, rather than on content that’s high-quality […] It maybe is fun for some of the kids, but it isn’t ever just about fun. There’s always social lessons that are being taught underneath.”
Apart from wondering quite what Swalwell would consider high quality content, this seems to be rather arrogant and presumptuous about the ability of professional teachers’ to discriminate between what constitutes high and low quality materials for the specific group of students they teach in their particular milieu.
Had this same comment been made by a Minister of Education, and especially one from a conservative administration, but from any administration really, it would inevitably have provoked howls of outrage and indignation.
Referring specifically to an example of a lesson aimed at 3 and 4 year-old kindergarten children which uses the device of a mock wedding ceremony to teach the idea that the letters ‘Q’ and ‘U’ are ‘married’ to one another, Swalwell comments:
“The girls’ vows were often pretty sexist, that they have to support the boys going out with other letters, that that’s what they need to do, that their job in the relationship is. They also talk about how the boy’s letter is what gave them a voice. Otherwise, they couldn’t make a sound in the world.”
To the uninitiated, that Q/U lesson seems to be little different from what Sesame Street has been presenting spelling to pre-school under 5’s for decades now, but Swalwell demurs, reproaching kindergarten teachers who have bought the lesson for not exercising the appropriate degree of capital ‘C’ Criticality.
You would think that the obvious solution to Swalwell’s problem here would be for her to create alternative lesson plans of her own and then launch them on TPT. But then as Swalwell herself adroitly observes in her book, Educating Activist Allies:
While it may be relatively easy for academics and theorists to envision a “revolutionary critical pedagogy” that calls for an overthrow of a racist, capitalist state in theoretical terms (e.g., McLaren, Martin, Farahmandpur, & Jaramillo, 2004), …
Yes, that’s an actual quote.
… my time with these teachers in the field convinces me that grappling with how far to push their pedagogy in communities of privilege without alienating their students, being accused of indoctrination, or losing their jobs is an incredibly difficult task [ … ] My analysis of these teachers should not interpreted as a defense of what McLaren et al. (2004) refer to as a “defanged and sterilized” pedagogy that works “to the advantage of the liberal capitalist state and its bourgeois cadre of educational reformers” (p. 140).
BLTWTF students.
Bacon Lettuce and Tomato’s Why They’re Fat.
Hey, it’s time for a new episode of “Laurie Penny Presents…”!
Hey, it’s time for a new episode of “Laurie Penny Presents…”!
We? Really? Told by whom? Did Laurie’s parents tell her this?
Laurie’s wild and sweeping assertion is relentless, paragraph after paragraph, a pile of absurd hyperbole utterly unconstrained by anything approaching evidence. You could go mad trying to untangle this stuff.
And today I think I’d rather watch the snow fall.
“We have been told…”
?? I didn’t get the memo.
I can see she was probably drumk when she wrote that, and I’m not holding that bit of human frailty against her—but why on earth would she submit it for publication, and why on earth would anyone publish it?
and why on earth would anyone publish it?
You don’t think there’s a market for victimhood, conspiracies and flattering lies?
Did Laurie’s parents tell her this?
Well, if you really sit and think about it, that would be the only/most logical explanation. She does have a sister after all, which explains the “we”. And I obviously have too much time on my hands this morning.
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles …
Nikw211,
being accused of indoctrination
After going on at length celebrating new and exciting leftist indoctrination techniques, why would this lunatic woman object to “being accused of indoctrination”???
Or have I answered my own question?
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles …
Believing they’re helping their cause in so many ways… (>_<)
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles…
It could be worse, meanwhile somewhere in Italy…
We? Really? Told by whom?
Was it not the Unfortunate Coin herself who’s reaction to certain Islamic indiscretions targeting British girls coming to light was, in essence, ‘Shut up!”?
Was it not the Unfortunate Coin herself whose reaction to certain Islamic indiscretions targeting British girls coming to light was, in essence, “Shut up!”?
If you’re expecting intellectual consistency from Laurie, you’ll be sorely disappointed.
meanwhile somewhere in Italy…
[ maintenance worker looks around for a stick to “whack his pee-pee” ]
[ finds one ]
WHACK!!!
=^D
(I noticed an appearance of the ass-kicking pants in the replies. Nice.)
There’s always a conspiracy market, but usually the writers are much better. Laurie’s was just terrible.
And I was not drunk when I typed “drumk.”
If you’re expecting…
#MeTooButNotYou
And I was not drunk when I typed “drumk.”
[ Slides another large gin and tonic along bar. ]
#MeTooButNotYou
Cathy Young pretty much nails it.
And speaking of consistency:
Our betters.
Our betters.
I love this line from the comments to that image:
Indeed.
Indeed.
That’s the thing. Intellectual consistency, like realism and reciprocity, tends to place limits on the range of things you can demand or imagine yourself entitled to. And Laurie, like the clowns in the photo above, is very keen on demanding things and feeling entitled.
Let’s not forget this telling episode.
:::snort::: some great Peterson/Newman memes in here.
I thought women were equal. why is she being carried by a man?
Also, why is Oxford extending test time limits ?
How can that be, there are no differences, they tell us.
Of course, back to the old “let’s have it both ways”, routine.
Gin and tonic? Hmmph. Blow the dust off the good Scotch and leave the bottle.
“‘No!’ [Meg] cried. ‘“Alike” and “equal” are not the same thing at all!’”
—A Wrinkle in Time
Madeleine L’Engle
Congratulations also to the English cricket side for winning the meaningless one day series. A pity this backbone wasn’t on display during the Ashes!
As a friend of mine noted on Facebook, that tears it for Comrade Corbyn…
Kunstbar:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iuc3Sd8pvYs