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Wow! Opera Browser retained all my texts.

Since I could recover them...

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I am completely disoriented by Ace's 3am thread. It'd be like Vic posting the news on the ONT.

Morning, Glories!

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Thanks for the news, Vic. Best summary in the solar system.

Levin's new book has opened at #1 on the NYT bestseller list.

Milady did her bit to help out. Got her copy two days ago.

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Vic: Ten years ago I would have "black helicopter" crazy. Now the crazier it is the more likely that it is true.

Behold the wonders of "fundamental transformation."

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MrScribbler: Strange failure of the logic/compassion interface: it won't bug me at all when Jimmuh taps out, but I really hate that it's from cancer, which even he shouldn't get.

Yeah, when we said, "Why can't he just die already!?!" we just wanted him dead, cleanly. Like, having a Habitat for Humanity house fall on him.

I'll say it. God bless the Carter family. Cancer sux.

Okay, then. On to the dump. Never mind all those clever things I wrote this morning. The bit bucket overfloweth.

* siiiigh *

Testing. Am I real? Nothing I've written today got through.

artisanal 'ette, I've just plowed through the morning and dump threads. Without going back over the threads which I mostly skimmed, I think maybe you're conflating a couple of comments?

Someone said Conservative Treehouse was an actual investigative site just like Ace. (They said it, not me.)

Someone said some other site - Chapel in the Woods? - was linked to Conservative Treehouse.

Morning, Glories!

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

rickb223 - what brand browser we testing?

Muldoon - yes, saw yer wave. Just went by too fast to wave back. I'm functioning in even lower gear than usual this morning.

Rubio - Are You Ready for a New American Century

Does it involve fundamental transformation?

Oh muh gaww. I finally caught up on comments.

Like the dog who chases cars when he finally catches one, I have no idea what to do now.

* twiddles thumbs *

* stares out window *

* ponders chores *

* HITS REFRESH! *

A comment too important to leave on the last thread, whence the thought arose:

Please note that SMOD and solar prominences are Constitutionally ineligible.

Yellowstone Caldera is a legal candidate.

Yellowstone / Madrid 2016

In the time it has taken me to "read" the first 150 comments, 150 have been added.

Fortunately, quality declines as threads progress, and "reading" gets easier. Right?

Morning, Glories!

The 105°+ weekend oven ended yesterday with cooling, clouds, and a little rain. Back to normal, moderate 90° days, but 60s at night. Nice. That's the weather report from the middle of the country.

I'd like to report a robbery. I woulda been first, even second, but my comments did not get posted. Where do I go to whine and complain and get my glory back?

Trying again, after rebooting and switching IPs.

Morning, Glories!

27 Posted by: Milady Webworker - the better half at August 09, 2015 09:35 AM (EAA/O)
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Thanks for the recommendation, Milady. And JTB, a good book about women of that generation is "We Band of Angels: The Untold Story of the American Women Trapped on Bataan" by Elizabeth Norman.

Mindful, Please encourage the lady to post more of her reviews. Today's was just great and dealt with my mother's generation during WW II.

Milady is the voracious reader of the house. I managed to get her to break out of lurking - sort-of* - and write about her current read for today's book thread. I just read what she wrote, and, I don't know about you, but I'd like to see more reviews from her.

*I say sort-of because I'm sending in her review for her.

Something appropriate for this weekend. -mindful
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I've been reading "The Girls of Atomic City: The Untold Story of the Women Who Helped Win World War II"

This is the story of Oak Ridge, Tennessee, a town created during the war for the sole purpose of trying to enrich Uranium and send it on to Los Alamos where it could be made into a bomb. Well, I'm pretty sure that's what they were doing. Being only half way through the book I feel like one of the girls in the story: I have my suspicions of what's going on. Unlike them, I can talk about it.

Denise Kiernan, the author, does a good job of mixing the personal stories of various women in many different kinds of jobs with the scientific and technical aspects of "The Project". There are several pages of pictures, including then and now pics of three of the women.

This is a very compelling story. I've been somewhat aggravated to have so much going on in my life at the moment that I can only read a few pages each evening when I should already be asleep.

Aside from the story itself, this book is making me think about how much has changed since the war. Some of these girls seem much younger than the average 16-20 year old today. I don't know, maybe they seem older, now that I really think about an average 20 year old. They didn't really know what they were doing, just that it would help to win the war. That was enough for them.

I can't help but wonder what these women must think as they watch our government work as hard as they can to turn nuclear weapons over to the mullahs in Iran. These young girls may not have known exactly what they were doing, but they evidently knew more and cared more about protecting the security of our nation than most of the people in Washington today.

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mindful here: If I did this right, this link should go to the book on Amazon, including Ace's kickback tag.
http://bit.ly/girls-atomic

Howdy, print mavens.

I was going to joke about that picture, "That kid's not lost. He's just [something amusing goes here]," but then I read about the lost children and no punch line came to me.

MrScribbler: If you know what a Honda 600 was, you can imagine how much space it offered for interpersonal relationships....

* Increasingly hazy memory reflects on the yoga positions required in a '68 Mustang. And yet we prevailed!*

Reading about the house of death in Houston, I wondered if it made your news recently that a couple of older teens in the Tulsa suburb of Broken Arrow decided to kill mom, dad, some siblings (spared the youngest), and planned to continue killing, but were caught. I wonder because, you see, they used knives, not guns. So, not so newsworthy beyond locally.

Morning, Glories!

Checking in on a Sunday morning. Things moving slowly?

Aren't you glad we have Top Men in the Environmental Pollution Agency?

Where's the coffee?

'Ppreciate the post, Pistol Pete.

(An a-less 'ppreciate is a genuine common Okie-ism.)

Greetings from hell, or temperatures (and humidity) comparable thereto. 105°F today with gusts into the 110's, and danged if it don't look like 105°F+ again tomorrow.

Just another August weekend in Oklahoma. Sip a lemonade and stay wet in front of the electric fan, and wait it out. Survival mode.

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So… the plan was to scatter (some of) my cousin's ashes at the old family farm, out where her parent's ashes were scattered. Out at the farm. Many miles' drive from where the service was. Then hike across the yard. Climb up the hill. Trek through high grass and a multitude of Missouri bugs.

However, for some reason, as we all (Milady & me, Daughter, and my late cousin's two daughters) walked out of the nice, air-conditioned Episcopal Church and into the afternoon's fires of Hades, that plan got revised. We decided, dear cousin would keep just fine, and we could try that whole ash-scattering thing in September. Or October. Some time after "tick season," at least.

Somebody quipped that, after all, my cousin wouldn't have wanted us to have to go through that.

Oh, I dunno, I said. She'd be glad to watch other people go through that. While sitting on the porch sipping a margarita and chuckling about it. Her sister's husband said some nice words at the ceremony, and reflecting off of Psalms, said, she hadn't a mean bone in her body. True. But she could enjoy a nice bit of snark or a chuckle at the expense of the goofy.

It was a nice ceremony.

~♥~

Do we rise soon after death? ("Gramma is smiling down on you, honey.") Do we rise only at the End of Time? Maybe not Time, maybe just the End of our World? Occasionally, someone just skips death, translates directly. in a "chariot of fire." (Says a lot about the spiritual qualifications, that we really only have one recorded instance of that.) Might there be interim arisings, not immediately after death, but periodically prior to the End of Time? How about six of one, half a dozen of the other: some rise right away, some only at Gabriel's trumpeting?

Theologians love to kick these around, and the most doctrinal believers will go to war over it (of course, just like any other doctrine). Original bodies or new bodies? Judgment based on one short mortal life or Purgatorial remedial schools? We savage the scriptures to support our beliefs, and sometimes might on rare occasions just by accident look to the scriptures to instruct our beliefs, but nobody knows! Largely because Jesus forgot to tell us where to put the comma in his remark to the thief on the next cross over. Then again, he did say something about preparing new houses for us; as the preacher-man reminded us today, Jesus said, if it weren't true, I wouldn't have told you so.

Today, I'm going to believe my cousin is already up there, with her parents and grandparents and friends gone before, learning to paint in 3D in colors we can't even imagine, enjoying her shining, beautiful new form that reflects the true soul previously trapped in her crippled mortal body. And if I might be off in belief in a few details, I'm sure it must somehow be so in spirit, in eternity, as God is merciful and just.

Y-not: I look forward to reading the posts that Ace asks you to write for the blog.

http://instantrimshot.com/

I wish Ace would quit begging me to write regularly for his blog. Constantly refusing his entreaties gets embarrassing.

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not with scissors... heh!