GammaGlobulin

Gettin it on..... On stage....

Nice. But this girl is no Wilknefeld.

I have always been a sucker for the erhu... Not to mention plenty of cellos....

BUT....BUT... NOT half as nice as this....

Nice.

This book is incredible.. By the word, incredible, I just meant unbelievable.

I LOVE East is Red.... Such magnificence. So sublime, too.... 東方紅; Dōngfāng Hóng....THE EAST IS RED! I don't care about the 50 million dead. I just love the music. Hope you feel the same way.....

Secunda? Merry Christmas... ‘There will be nonsense in it!’

What are your views concerning proximity to power?

In fact: We are now witnessing an almost total resurgence of the past "Hippie Generation" Thought, meaning that the core thinking of generations today is almost completely bereft of any association with reality. Years ago, this same Anti-Reality Thought took the world by storm. It was called Flower Power:

Everything is getting censored and restricted, these days. Just check out Google Images, and the total emasculation of Google Image search. Nobody seems to care. So be it then..... Glad I will not live to see the final ending of this terrible trend!

Why is the world going to rack and ruin, as you intimate? Because, nobody reads books, at the junior-high-school level, and, at least, they do not read the likes of Thomas Hardy or Dostoevsky. This is why youngsters have no perspective. They have no idea what PC might be. No perspective by which to judge almost anything. Most young people, today, are unable to distinguish a mores from a smore.... They don't know how to pronounce the word "mores"; after stuffing their faces with smores.

It is human behavior, such as you mention, that reminds me of the Mayor of Casterbridge. (such irony)

Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined.

Not only furtive, but blessedly fertile imagination. By the way, Charlie, thank you for your recent good encouragement concerning maintaining flexibility of my joint(s). After three years in lockdown, I am beginning to look and feel like Mr. Potter, in his wheelchair, bless his soul. Speaking of Lionel Barrymore, wasn't it a scream when his grandniece, Drew, flashed Letterman? Merry Christmas, Charlie. No Christmas would be the same without a Barrymore in the picture.

Here, again, is just another example of the misunderstanding of my beloved Festinger, and his wonderful theory. Some people don't know Festinger Theory from Festus Theory...from Cognitive Dissonance in it's pure Scientific Sense.

To be clear, I have always felt blessed in far-off lands. What about you?

Dear Friends, Was there ever a better ditty than this? All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such dreamy weather, To beg a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather! Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together? Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict ‘to begin it’: In gentler tones Secunda hopes ‘There will be nonsense in it!’ While Tertia* interrupts the tale Not more than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast–– And half believe it true. And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, ‘The rest next time––’ ‘It is next time!’ The happy voices cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out–– And now the tale is done, And home we steer, a merry crew, Beneath the setting sun. Alice! A childish story take, And, with a gentle hand, Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined In Memory’s mystic band, Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers Pluck’d in a far-off land. ===== What does it even mean" PLUCK'D in a far-off land? Didn't the writer actually mean.... FKD in a far-off land? Just wondering about Wonderland. Best regards, Gamma

This Topic, despite being moved to the Motor Forum, has turned out much better than I would have imagined.

I agree. But, choice of textiles is crucial. No synthetic fibers should ever be used. Synthetic fibers are produced from petroleum, in most cases. Put gas in your gas tank, and not on your body. I never drape my body in plastics. Wearing plastic is for morons.

It can be imagined that my close intimacy with Sherlock Holmes had interested me deeply in crime, and that after his disappearance I never failed to read with care the various problems which came before the public, and I even attempted, more than once, for my own private satisfaction, to employ his methods in their solution, though with indifferent success.

Possible Marathon Re-reading of The New Annotated Sherlock Holmes, Volumes One and Two, plus the complete works of John Cheever.

Will Mr. Potter still go unpunished, again, this Christmas? Or, will things be different? Things will not be different this Christmas. George Bailey will still find his minute modicum of happiness. And, the vast majority of the Henry F. Potters of this world will go unpunished. (Thank you! Lionel Barrymore, wherever you are! Such an amazing actor.)

My Christmas will be very different this year, if we have a white Christmas in Thailand. Otherwise, it will be the same as always... Just me and the glorious Thai Myna birds, the best of company. Could one really ask for more? In my opinion, hardly.