AUGUST 19, 2017 TOO HOT TO LIVE
It's been a rather mild summer here in Pennsylvania. However, people living elsewhere have not been so fortunate.
Ahvaz is a city of over a million people in Iran. Its official reading of 129.2° may tie the record for the highest temperature ever measured on Earth, according to the Washington Post. "These temperature extremes are consistent with what climate scientists expect to see in a warming world. A study published in the journal Nature Climate Change in 2015 cautioned that by the end of the century, due to climate change, temperatures in the Middle East may become too hot for human survival."
Veteran television writer Ken Levine remembers the actress Mary Tyler Moore. "More than just a beloved entertainer, she helped paved the way for feminism in the 1970's. She affected people's lives. The Mary Tyler Moore show, in my humble old-school opinion, is one of the finest sitcoms ever produced. It hit all the targets consistently laugh-out-loud funny, characters you cared about, and groundbreaking subject matter that helped shape society in a positive way."
"Storylines that were somewhat revolutionary back then a single woman working, a single woman spending a night at a man's apartment, a single woman on the pill, a single woman fighting for equality in a man's world those stories no longer have the same punch. The series feels and looks a little dated. So the bottom line is you don't see Mary Tyler Moore in syndication as much. It's on nostalgia channels and streaming services but you have to really seek it out. By the way, it's worth seeking out."
AUGUST 14, 2017 ECLIPSED AIRSHIPS
Everyone's talking about observing the total eclipse of the sun next Monday. If you can't watch it, I can show you news coverage of a similar event that took place before almost all of us were born. I'll even throw in footage of a related event whose 92nd anniversary is only three weeks away.
The Germans filled their airships with hydrogen. That would prove unlucky 13 years later when the Hindenburg caught fire and crashed at Lakehurst. The Americans preferred helium, which was non-flammable but much more expensive at $55 per thousand cubic feet (Mcf). Helium was so scarce that at one point the Shenandoah had to loan its 2,100 Mcf, much of the world's reserves, to its sister airship.
Fully gassed up, the Los Angeles took off to observe a solar eclipse on January 24, 1925. (On the ground, the eclipse was total in Manhattan, but only north of 96th Street.) Here's the footage. The first minute shows a different airship, a blimp that appears to have been patched with duct tape.
The other dirigible, the Shenandoah, was refilled, and seven months later it headed west. But it ran into bad weather over Ohio and crashed on September 3, 1925.
The geography in our minds is simplified. From my home (square at upper right), I often drive along the Allegheny River as it meanders southwest. At Pittsburgh, it combines with the Monongahela to form the Ohio River.
AUGUST 9, 2017 ARCHITECTURE TOUR
We like to believe we remember everything that happens to us. It doesn't always work that way.
I lived in Washington, Pennsylvania, during the 1970s. Although we men did wear our hair longer then, I assume I had my hair cut at some time during those 6½ years. But at what barber shop? During the 1980s, I happened to ponder this question. I could not remember where my Washington barber had been located.
Thinking further back to the 1950s, I lived in the village of Richwood, Ohio, within a mile of the school, for most of the time I was in kindergarten and first grade. But how did I get to school? Did I walk, or did my mother drive me? I no longer recall. Probably the latter.
However, I do remember that near the end of first grade we moved to a house out in the country. Although it was still within a mile of the school, I was now entitled to ride the school bus.
I had never ridden a bus before. I'd heard about buses. One of them would stop near where you were standing, and a door would open on the right side near the front. You'd go inside the bus, hand your money to the driver, then walk back and find a seat and sit there until the bus reached your destination.
However, I discovered that school bus drivers did not collect money from their passengers. The service was free!
I would have been willing to pay for it. After all, I paid my lunch money at the school cafeteria. (It was 2½ cents, if memory doesn't fail me. Or was that just for the milk? Anyway, the lunch ladies made change by using scrip in the form of little square cards worth half a cent.)
Why don't we have to personally pay for our school transportation? For that matter, why don't we have to pay for our schooling? That responsibility has been assumed by the government, otherwise known as the taxpayers. In this country, we have socialized education although no one uses that term, because "socialized" is a bad word.
In his review of the Michael Moore documentary Sicko, Eric D. Snider points out "the reason a lot of Americans don't want universal health care: because another term for it is 'socialized medicine.' . . . The problem with that argument, as Moore explains, is many elements of American society already are socialized. You get mail delivered to your house for free, you send your kids to school for free, you can call the fire department for free, you can borrow books from the library for free, you can call the cops to investigate a crime for free. Everyone has access to those things, and no one has to pay for it, except through their tax dollars. Socialized medicine works exactly the same way. If we trust the government to hire teachers to educate us, and firefighters and cops to protect us (and there are private alternatives we can pay for if we don't), why don't we trust them to hire doctors to cure us?"
Good point. Maybe the citizenry should keep America beautiful by providing socialized haircuts, too.
AUGUST 4, 2017 FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN
Students, our subject today is agricultural containers.
Medieval farmers realized that a mere "pound" wasn't large enough to describe an easily movable quantity of produce, while a "ton" was too big. They needed to invent intermediate units of measurement.
It's possible that you've seen the musical Guys and Dolls, in which Miss Adelaide impersonates a farm girl to sing "I Love You a Bushel and a Peck." But today I wish to speak to you about a bushel and a frail.
I also recall Cab Calloway's 1931 signature song "Minnie the Moocher," which he sang in the Blues Brothers movie.
Neither the unfortunate frail nor the rough tough one was a fruit basket. I'm told that in those days, the word was slang for "girl." The empowered woman of today would never stand for that usage.
Anyone who's explored this site knows that I'm a little different. I admit it.
One way I'm unlike most people: I carry a fair amount of folding money.
Last weekend, a guy started a thread on a message board I visit. He runs a mom-and-pop business that doesn't accept credit cards, and he's discovered that many customers are unable to pay. He asked online, "Doesn't anybody carry cash anymore?"
One poster said that his dad always carried $500, and he generally has $100 with him. I'm in that category, along with a couple of other posters. The currency in our pockets gives us the power to transact all kinds of business without having to rely on the availability of one of these newfangled gadgets like point-of-sale terminals or ATMs. But the younger generation does things differently.
Another thing that sets me apart: There are days when I speak very little.
A research result recently reported by Matthias Mehl of the University of Arizona reveals that women actually don't talk more than men. His team attached recording devices to some 400 college students and counted the words they spoke. Men and women both averaged about 16,000 words per day.
However, there was wide variation among individuals. One male student spoke 47,000 words a day; another, only 700.
I would suggest there might also be wide variation from one day to the next, depending on circumstances. When I'm with my colleagues at work, I can be as talkative as the next guy. But when I have the day off, it's a different story.
I live alone. On many days, I don't need to use the telephone. So there's no occasion for me to say anything, except when I go out to lunch and communicate with the restaurant staff in mostly three-word sentences like "iced tea, please" and "no, thank you." Those days, I probably don't speak 100 words.
On the other hand, I generally type thousands of words daily. Including these.