DAYLIGHT SAVING

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A great idea?

A truly wonderful, scrumptiddelyumtious squashdoodlingly marvellously brilliant idea*?

A total crock?

I ALWAYS APPRECIATED

the theory. But I never (r) never liked the practice. Lousy idea.

IN NEW ZEALAND

farmers don’t like the idea either. Especially those that nurture cattle-cows (one of NZ’s biggest income producers, boom boom!) (You’d think the farmers would have more clout—some folks might even consider farming more important than the votes of blasted golfers and occasional duck shooters, but there ya goes …).

I USED TO LOVE IT

when I could get up early and have a beautiful sunny world all to myself. The seasons were evened out more back then, it seems. Now twice a year, every year, we ‘spring forward’ our clocks, and ‘fall back’ the blasted things later. Hardly seems worth all the effort and angst. Everyone is bleary for weeks, but—

 

FOR WHAT ADVANTAGE?

 

To whom? Hah! Don’t ask me, I’m just an opinionated ol’ Dawg. Go ask (nay, Sir or Madam, GRILL) your local governmental minion. In fact, ask any bugger with his snout in the trough and I guarantee a platitude-filled answer that doesn’t make a great deal of sense to anybody.

WHAT PROVOKED MY 

unprovoked tirade this time? An article I still haven’t read yet from this morning’s in-mails. I’ll post the link now, and then I’ll go read it (damned scribe may desperately be needing a rebuttal … or not):

CLICK HERE FOR ARTICLE

Get thee hence and make of it what you will. But don’t forget to fiddle them clocks, now; and always remember: to be good sheeple citizens we never question our superiors

 

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* Yes indeed, I have been watching the BFG. Now my very favourite movie, along with Frozen, Brave, Tangled (I’ve always had a soft spot for long-haired blondes …). So having glanced askance at my favourites you may now run a psychological profile on me—and no-one will blame you if you run screaming from the room.

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BUGGER BUGGER BUGGER

and dammit, too.

HERE’S YA SNIPPET

from this morning’s New Zealand Herald (online)

“Technology is making people more relevant than ever to New Zealand businesses. We’re seeing CEOs put people at the centre of their growth plans, then plan technology needs around that.

“Technology is enabling younger people to bring their views to the table sooner. The younger generation are able to embrace changes in technologies quickly and use them effectively. That is essential for companies and gives younger people an opportunity to get them involved at a higher level sooner.”

SO WHAT

does this tell us?

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DON’T ASK ME

‘cos I’m just a dum ol’ dog out to graze, as irrelevant these days as any other

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great mind from the past.

WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO, SNOWFLAKE

or not … is ask yourself “What do all those words mean … for me?” (Me, here, of course being thee, not moi).

Even more better yet—if you have personal downlines (okay, kids) then you might just be tempted to have a rethink. And if you do go to the referenced article it uses a term I’d not met before: > STEM <

—which when I looked it up I discovered means ‘Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics’. Ouch.

I NOTICE, SNOWFLAKE

that there’s no mention (or even oblique reference) in that definition — of Safe Rooms, Minority Acceptance, Minority Group customs, religious tolerance, gender/sex, warm fuzzies, the moral right to parasitical usurpation etc etc ad nauseam. Why is that, do you think?

BUT STILL

they managed to fit in—right at the end of the article—a Snowflake term. Did you spot it? Only a Snowflake could make a virtue of simple good manners …

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… common decency, and uncommon sense.

To read article from source: CLICK HERE

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Y BLOG

I BLOG 

 

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(verb) to ‘raise awareness’; to expand consciousness, to open (ye gods, ‘modern speak’ ain’t easy, is it?) mentally virginal innocents to the possibility of a ‘bigger world out there’. (Don’t wait up … )

Moving on: sneak thee a peek at the reference here. It won’t take long and you’ll be ever so glad you did. Go on, do it, I’ll wait—

 

to see what he’s on about this time:  CLICK HERE 

 

—or not. But the content, as well as being amusing, does raise a few questions. Such as “How can any sanctimonious bot-licking greasy self-righteous pompous smug little sycophantic turd possibly make a real person ‘ashamed’?”

That’s like religious twats dupes turke people trying to shame me for not believing in goblins. It just can’t be done, no matter how many holy books are thrown at me.

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AND FOR THE ‘HOLIER THAN THOU’

subjects of the reference—are they not yet aware that yesterday’s big no-nos are actually legal again, even recommended?

Do you remember the wondrous ‘Food Pyramid’ that originated in America (where else) and was almost made compulsory? The one that ordered (oops) recommended (okay, very very very strongly recommended) that you gobble all the good healthy starchy carbs you could?

Weeell … fats are legal again.

And so are eggs.

As is salt … but now we’re being told to taiho on all the blasted (good, healthy) milk and cow juice products. O tempora, o mores …

DAMMIT

I almost wish I had infants to fire off to school* … then again, it’s probably healthier for all concerned that I don’t.

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* Concentration camp for bugs, germs, microbes … aka indoctrination centre for programming undefended minds.

 

INTRIGUING

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MAKE OF IT

after this—

Scientists point out, however, that 60% of modern-day people still lack the enzyme for breaking down lactose and just don’t know it, meaning that they experience a wide range of digestive and allergy problems which they have never had attributed to their milk-drinking.

Another argument that has been recently been debunked is that drinking cow’s milk increases bone strength and prevent osteoporosis. In fact, the skeletons of our Palaeolithic ancestors, who did not drink milk, reflect great strength and muscularity and a total absence of advanced osteoporosis, possibly due to the fact that research has shown we can get as much calcium as we need from grains and vegetables alone.

From:  CLICK HERE 

—whatever you will. I tripped over this topic en passant but feel that it should be shared; milk-intolerance is quite widespread (Spouse has it) but few sufferers actually know that they have it.

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Dammit! I still love lattes!

BUT WAIT

In New Zealand it gets better.

Much better—

Instead, people who are lactose intolerant can’t digest the main sugar —lactose— found in milk. In normal humans, the enzyme that does so —lactase— stops being produced when the person is between two and five years old. The undigested sugars end up in the colon, where they begin to ferment, producing gas that can cause cramping, bloating, nausea, flatulence and diarrhea …

To read from source: CLICK HERE

—because we have ‘free’ milk delivered to schools for the kids to guzzle. (I have no idea if such enguzzlements are compulsory these days—they were decades ago and if a kid didn’t have a note from his parents explaining, and he refused, he got the strap. Not good, but all that lovely milk/strapping made for the world’s best rugby players, no?)

Given that nothing is ever actually ‘free’ I wonder whether this is really an act of kindness by the benign government & charitable donation by the milk-factory people … or simply an acceptable way of disposing of excesses without fouling the waterways?

‘‘New Zealand is the largest exporter of dairy products in the world but at home we’re not drinking as much milk as we used to. We want to be the dairy nutrition capital of the world and this starts with our kids.”

to read more of the ‘for’ :  CLICK HERE

to read of the ‘against’   :  CLICK HERE

And be advised that I’ve only ‘blitzed’ these articles—I just haven’t the time to investigate in any depth.

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UPDATE

to keep you in the picture wrt topic:baaabs

UPDATING

is essential. Times change, and those who don’t change with the times risk being relegated to the Great Garbage Bin of history.

I KEEP HAPPENING

across snippets here and there telling me how ineffectual I am. Face it, I am indeed a

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—and proud of it.

So before I get carried away waxing lyrical about the obsolete joys of obsolescence, feast your eyes (a dodo cliché) (did you spot it?) on this—

    IF

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same; 

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—

Yours is the earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

                                                       — Rudyard Kipling

—and put it into good modern good standard good English. You know what I mean, something that will pass unhindered through the modern education system and emerge unchanged. You’ll have to work at it, and sadly it’s going to always be a ‘work in progress’. (But you might even attract some highly placed official eyes and find yourself heading a modern university, no?)

To help you get started here’s the final line of the above in before-and-after formats:

the Old (disgusting!)

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

the desired target New (yay! Progress!)

And—which is more—you’ll be a person, my child!

Not easy for a purist but we can’t let the blasted dodos stand in the way, can we?

See?

Easy peasey — now go get ’em Tiger!

 

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WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE:

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Ye gods … and here I am, still waiting for my one-word suggestion (whimsy) to be accepted.

So, first up let’s be a bit utterly conventional—
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—and here’s our green. There, honour satisfied …

NOW LET ME EXPLAIN

that my older camera is a wee Canon. No longer state-of-the-art, it still has an impressive zoom (and let’s face it, with these shaky old paws, a brilliant stabiliser). I was sitting in Mooch café with The Spouse and thought I’d stop blathering on about the zoom and actually show her. I took two shots, one at each end of the zoomal range.

Mooch has big glassy windows that look right out onto the street which is four lanes wide with a centre strip where generations ago trams used to beetle along. I lined up on a poster, and—

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—got this. Just to the left of that tree, a young lassie with a half-greenish face peering back.

Then I zoomed as far as it would zoom, and same target got this—

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—and of course, entirely as expected, my beloved Spouse was not at all impressed. But she doesn’t have to be, I can do all the “Oooooohs” and “Aaaaaaahs” for both of us.

Lucky for me that she has green eyes (poster girl)(sort of) … so I’m still legal for this week’s challenge. (And before you bleat accusingly; no—I didn’t cheat.)

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