You’re doing some digital footwork because of the idea of a COPSlike show that is JUST international K9 teams, and: blammo!
Why is this not on ESPN8 (the ocho!)?! [I think if it were, I would’ve seen it already.]
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You’re doing some digital footwork because of the idea of a COPSlike show that is JUST international K9 teams, and: blammo!
Why is this not on ESPN8 (the ocho!)?! [I think if it were, I would’ve seen it already.]
There’s a lot going on here.
Someone I helped yesterday via email commented on how I had introduced a new word to their lexicon; and in doing so, led me to realize I’d used it about 7 times in the email I sent trying to help clear up areas where they were trying to elucidate some subtle but important differences. Yadda yadda yadda, I found maybe the most delightfully titled wikipedia page.
A few weeks ago I was having dinner with a doctor with whom I’d done some medical science (the robot friend that I left in his hospital lab is maybe the install whose use I am most proud of in terms of science being used for good-doing), and we got into a conversation about this, the erroneous (but kind of amusingly sometimes fitting) swap of the rod of Hermes for that of Asclepius in the medical business.
(Over the years, even I have made that mistake, cf. so many ducks.)
Anyhow, at the table, he pointed out the sensibility of early adoption of the asklepian, as it depicted what was really the only medical treatment of its time that sort of worked. I’d link to the CDC page here, but it is kinda rough viewing for early morning. But, you might remember it from the last 7 some minutes from Roderick on the Line #23: Flange of the Angel Curve, and the prompt of “coaxing your tapeworm”.
You make that connection in your head and think “oof: now I’ll never forget”.
Some non-research research (apparently this is my perennial topic of interest) unveiled the wee detail that the Russian McDonald’s Jingle homolog is:
Две мясных котлеты гриль, специальный соус, сыр, огурцы, салат и лук - всё на булочке с кунжутом. Только так, и это БигМак
or roughly
Two meat cutlets grilled with special sauce, cheese, cucumbers, lettuce and onions, All on a bun with sesame seeds, the only way - and it's a Big Mac!"
Which led to A. is there no word in Russian for Pickles? and B. Is the phrasing “meat cutlets” an ambiguity that is used to allow field-roast like substitutions? Investigations are ongoing.
(While *very* interested in burgers--conceptually, at least, of late--I’ve never been a big Big Mac person because I am wary of the concept of “special sauce,” regardless of what it is*. It’s not even just the suspiciously ambiguous “special” part: I’m historically not really even a fan of mayornaise.)
*Unaided by text like: “A&W's Teen Burger is not a triple decker like the Big Mac, but its "teen sauce" is similar to "special sauce".”
(The first time I could confirm that what I was looking at was indeed teen sauce was my freshman year of college, in the 1st floor lounge, courtesy [though I suppose the provision was made a touch crassly] of a friend’s visiting friend. For the purposes of scientific investigation, nothing more.)
The Sugar Oaks were neither the first nor last musicians to ping me about album cover art, but they were for a long time my primary soundtrack association to the suncoast of Florida.
[8/23-30: Work trip to America’s Wang*: nothing to be allergic to there, right? If you’re localish to Gainesville and wanna hang out early/mid week, I’d love an honest excuse to politely not be spending an excess of time with Harry Ellis.] *Compare with “Wang Global”, an interesting recollection.
We don't all get happy endings, but many things get kind of close.
There’s precious (precious!) little I want more in life right now than to tell you that the subsection “Inculpatory Pronouncements” of the wikipedia article on “Flatulence Humor” is subtitled “Robert’s Rules of Odor”.
(I am pretty easy–and that shouldn’t make anyone feel less proud of any times they’ve given me the stitches because that’s a gift, every time–but the history section there is maybe a day-maker. All did laugh full sore.)
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I often joke with my white Muslim friends that they are like the vampire superhero Blade, known as the “Daywalker,” gifted with “all of our strengths and none of our weaknesses.” As long as they hide their Muslimyness, their Whiteness serves as a protective cloak that mainstreams them as “American” shielding them from public interrogations regarding their loyalty and “otherness.”
"I heard the news today, oh boy" We were sitting in "Iron Man 3" on opening night and my little brother and I--young Americans, both--turned and shared a screen-lit cringe early on because it is a super bummer to generally see bad people who you would ostensibly be sorted with by some demographic analysis on big screens. (Or little screens, for that matter.) And what a delightful twist in that case--that cinematic level of relief is always the hope whenever an awful thing happens: I hope the responsible party don’t look like me in any principal component analysis.
....And it’s almost always the case because vertebrates are responsible for just so many awful things, yet here I stand: bespined, not always the worst. A day in the life of anyone, I guess: and there are certainly nuances to it, but it puts one in a close-enough-to-pass-as-'empathetic' position to understand where people are psychologically when "Not all [$Group]" preambles come up.
Anyhow, the other edge of this cutting device is, of course, that sometimes one can be standing among a bunch of people who one would correctly be sorted with by some other demographic silhouetting and sense that one is on the outs too. It is possibly all internal too, but maybe it isn’t and in any case it is a point of seasonal reflection. كل سنة و إنت طيّب ...Happy holidays!
The mule is a renowned example of hybrid vigor. Charles Darwin wrote: "The mule always appears to me a most surprising animal. That a hybrid should possess more reason, memory, obstinacy, social affection, powers of muscular endurance, and length of life, than either of its parents, seems to indicate that art has here outdone nature." ...Sometimes, mules whimper.
Do things work out for Blade? I don't think I've ever made it through the movie, though I believe there's a sequel. That’s hopeful. Maybe.