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Post by Marty on Nov 17, 2023 13:57:36 GMT -5
I'm seeing great in my cataractless eye today. Finishing stuff up in Cedar Rapids then it's off to Des Moines. The Braille School is having an event and I'm always asked to write a song with every kid's name in it. So I get a hotel stay, sing one song, and paid well for it then go home tomorrow. This is the first time since Covid. I've always called it my annual one-song gig. Will it be in the key of G?
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Post by Cornflake on Nov 17, 2023 14:01:07 GMT -5
"In truth, Don, I was being facetious." In truth, Howard, I was being clueless. I think I took you seriously because of my suspicion that "nuclear" wasn't a common word before the 1940s.
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Post by Dub on Nov 17, 2023 14:38:00 GMT -5
"In truth, Don, I was being facetious." In truth, Howard, I was being clueless. I think I took you seriously because of my suspicion that "nuclear" wasn't a common word before the 1940s. As I recall, the words used in the 1940s and into the ‘50s were atom and atomic, not nuclear. After a successful hydrogen bomb was developed, they started using the word nuclear. I haven’t researched this, it’s just what I remember.
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Post by Dave Poor on Nov 17, 2023 14:44:37 GMT -5
"I believe the label 'nuclear family' originated during the Atomic Age." I wouldn't be surprised. But I was recently reading a history of the different subcultures in colonial America. I'm mostly a product of southern culture. There the word "family" without a modifier tended to encompass uncles, aunts, cousins and shirttail kin. They must have had some modifier equivalent to "nuclear" to narrow things down. I remember my folks, who grew up as pre-nuke Yankees, using "immediate".
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Post by Dan McLaughlin on Nov 17, 2023 15:21:04 GMT -5
Cloudy and rainy here today. Have good ones.
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Post by Village Idiot on Nov 17, 2023 18:32:32 GMT -5
I'm seeing great in my cataractless eye today. Finishing stuff up in Cedar Rapids then it's off to Des Moines. The Braille School is having an event and I'm always asked to write a song with every kid's name in it. So I get a hotel stay, sing one song, and paid well for it then go home tomorrow. This is the first time since Covid. I've always called it my annual one-song gig. Will it be in the key of G? Of course! Why would you ask?
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Post by epaul on Nov 17, 2023 18:50:21 GMT -5
I expect the term "nuclear" (as in nuclear family) came from the word(s) "nucleus/nucleolus". In Latin, both words literally mean "kernel" or "seed". And to a speaker of Latin, nucleus/nucleolus would refer not only literally to a kernel or seed, but figuratively to a center, an organizational essence that begins or starts something (which is what a seed is, literally. Pretty cool!
All of which is why when a name was needed for the newly discovered membrane enclosed center of an atom, its central organizational essence, the Latin word for seed/kernel, Nucleus, was chosen.
And later on, when some long forgotten someone was writing a chapter on "The Family in America" for a publication of some sort, that clever someone chose to use the now trending word "nuclear" to refer to the central essential part of family (mom, dad, and the results of their seed sowing). The term took off like a rocket with a big bomb in it and exploded across the world of sociology. Then Time magazine used it for a cover story. The rest is history.
Not a bomb, a center.
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Post by t-bob on Nov 17, 2023 19:12:57 GMT -5
I was a kid.... 1950s. Where I lived in the expensive Fairfield County, Connecticut, some adults had a bomb shelter. There were some contractors and were doing something in the nighttime and adults would say what "we're doing - a private matter".
I found a few of them - Bomb Shelter or Panic Rooms - I found them in a dad's library with a bookcase with a little tiny button. It was usually pretty weird shit - guns, porn, and more. I don't think you have the wives ever saw the room.
There are lots of little tunnels & floorboards in secret place before the Revolutionary War - the Underground Railroad. I had my bedroom in Ridgefield Connecticut and I sit there in my wall - there was a little secret door and I was in the basement - laundry chute. It still was part of the Railroad. There was a lot of caves under some of the large colonial mansions.
Today I've been outside it was cats and dogs with rainy in Fairfax, CA
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Post by millring on Nov 17, 2023 19:34:38 GMT -5
The light in the distance. The beauty of the landscape sometimes overwhelms me. That I only have a phone camera to capture bits of it frustrates me (see the powerlines not completely erased?). My sister asked me yesterday if I ever thought about picking up paints again. Every day. Every day I spend out in these landscapes. This morning I was called into the postmaster's office to be told that I was the successful bidder and would be awarded route 24. I asked how that could be when the other bidder was my senior? "She is?" was the surprised response. I will SOON be awarded a route. Just not 24
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Post by millring on Nov 17, 2023 19:36:40 GMT -5
What surprised me is that they're baling the corn straw. It makes for a very interesting landscape. The fields and bales look as if someone (like Jamie Wyeth) was trying to paint the baling of straw (wheat), but only had a bigger paintbrush to work with. The textures are coarse and the fields look like crushed velvet.
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Post by howard lee on Nov 17, 2023 20:01:21 GMT -5
"In truth, Don, I was being facetious." In truth, Howard, I was being clueless. I think I took you seriously because of my suspicion that "nuclear" wasn't a common word before the 1940s.
Great minds think alike. That's the idea that prompted me to make the joke in the first place.
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Post by drlj on Nov 17, 2023 20:32:28 GMT -5
We were out on the Old Mission Peninsula yesterday and stopped at one of the honor stands where we usually buy cherries & maple syrup. We stopped to get some honey crisp apples. The season is a couple weeks over but there are still apples.
Anyway the farmer who owns that farm & stand was there with his dog Olaf. We have bought honey, cherries, apples and other goods from him using the honor box on the shelf in the stand. He has the prices listed so you take want you want and put the money in the box. We have been doing it that way for years. Anyway, the farmer was there yesterday so we got to meet him for the first time. He & Barb had a 35 minute conversation about everything under the sun. The dog was playing & sitting on Barb’s feet. If she moved, Olaf moved right along with her.
The bag of apples was marked $8. The farmer tried to give them to Barb for free but she insisted on giving him $10. He kept saying, “But the apples are small. They are good, but small. $10 is too much.” Barb insisted. She gave Olaf’s ears a scratch and we got in the car saying we’d be back. We always are at some point. I found the whole thing amusing. The apples are not large but they are absolutely wonderful. We just have to come up with a recipe or two to use them. Apple pancakes Sunday!
There were so many hunters out in the wooded areas surrounding Traverse City today that I had to quit wearing my antler hat. We had breakfast at Yankee Boy this morning and there were several orange clad deer stalkers having breakfast. One guy said he had been in the woods, freezing, since daybreak and hadn’t seen a deer. He said the coffee was starting to help bring back feeling in his fingers but his nose was forever frozen. He was going back out once he could feel his toes. As we left, a flock of about 12-15 wild turkeys were ambling along the road. They weren’t deer so they felt safe, but they probably should check the calendar.
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Post by Village Idiot on Nov 17, 2023 20:40:06 GMT -5
What surprised me is that they're baling the corn straw. It makes for a very interesting landscape. The fields and bales look as if someone (like Jamie Wyeth) was trying to paint the baling of straw (wheat), but only had a bigger paintbrush to work with. The textures are coarse and the fields look like crushed velvet. Corn stalks have been bailed forever. Animal bedding.
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Post by drlj on Nov 18, 2023 8:12:34 GMT -5
I saw a couple fields of those the last few days.
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