Ya think?, or You say cocky and we say cacky

Sometimes it seems that the U.K. and the U.S. don't speak the same language. I have identified several categories of differences for your consideration::

A. Some words that we spell alike we pronounce differently, such as neither (nye-ther/nee-ther), either (eye-ther/ee-ther), tomato (to-mah-to/to-may-to), potato (po-tah-to/po-tay-to), laughter (lahf-ter/laff-ter) and many others. This was famously demonstrated in 1937 when Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers performed, on roller skates yet, George and Ira Gershwin's song "Let's Call thee Whole Thing Off" (5:12).

B. Some words that we pronounce alike we spell differently, such as tire/tyre, curb/kerb, theater/theatre, maneuver/manoeuvre, euthanize/euthanise, favorite/favourite, and many others.

C. We call some objects by entirely different words, such as truck/lorry, trunk/boot, hood/bonnet, cookie/biscuit, potato chips/crisps, French fries/chips, zucchini/courgette, eggplant/aubergine, cilantro/coriander, elevator/lift, apartment/flat, diaper/napkin, and many others

D. On some words that we spell alike we choose to stress the syllables differently, such as laboratory (LAB-ruh-tory/luh-BOR-uh-tree), debris (duh-BREE/DEB-ree), and many others.

There may be other categories and sub-categories, but I can't think of any just now. If you think of other exanples and want to cite them in a comment, please include whether they fall into category A, B, C, D, or a new one that you define, and I will agree or disagree.

It occurs to me, for example, that perhaps pajamas/pyjamas needs another category, E, words that are neither spelled alike nor pronounced alike but mean the same thing, because that particular pair do not fall into category A (spelled alike but pronounced differently) or category B (pronounced alike but spelled differently). That particlar pair of words is spelled differently (pajamas/pyjamas) and pronounced differently (puh-JAM-uhs/puh-JAHM-uhs).

It further occurs to me that zucchini is Italian and courgette is French, so neither side is speaking English on that pair.

Finally, I want to share a "Six Degrees of Separation" fact that you may find interesting. When Ginger Rogers was young she and her mother lived in Fort Worth, Texas. Ginger's vaudeville career was launched in 1926 after she was named Charleston Champion of Texas upon winning a statewide dancing competition. Her pianist was a young woman named Alyne Eagan, and from 1948 to 1956 Alyne Eagan was my piano teacher.

This, That, and The Other, or A Cornucopia Of Delights

1. THIS

While driving around town from store to store the other day, I heard a number on the car radio that I hadn't heard in a very long time. It took me back to the 1960s and my early involvement with the computer world. I'm not referring to a musical number, I'm referring to a literal number. Someone reporting on how the New York Stock Exchange was doing said that the Dow Jones Industrial Average had risen over 300 points to -- wait for it -- 32,768.

Why would I remember that particular number and why would it take me back to the early days of computing? I will tell tou why.

It equals 32K in computer-speak!

Let me explain for the uninitiated. In our physical world, K is an abbreviation for the Greek prefix kilo- and means 1,000 (as in a 10K race, 10 kilometers, 10,000 meters) but the world of computers deals internally with ones and zeroes only, 1 and 0, to indicate yes/no or off/on for each bit of information. This kind of arithmetic is called binary (base 2) because it has only two possibilities, 0 or 1. There is no 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, or 9 as in the decimal (base 10) system. In the computer world, the letter K does not mean 10 raised to the third power, it means 2 raised to the tenth power, which is 1,024 -- here's proof: 2 × 2 (or 2 squared) is 4; 2 × 2 × 2 (or 2 cubed) is 8; and so on, and the number doubles with each successive power, 16 (4th power); 32 (5th power); 64 (6th power); 128 (7th power); 256 (8th power); 512 (9th power); and voila!, 2 to the 10th power turns out to be 1,024 or 1K for short.

If you keep doing this, you find that 2K is 2,048 and 4K is 4,096 and if you keep going until you reach 2 to the 15th power you will reach 32,768 or 32K!

It seemed like old home week there for a second the other day while listening to the stock market report on the car radio!

To enlighten or confuse you further, in our physical world 1,000 × 1,000 equals 1,000,000 (one million, often abbreviated as 1M). In computer-speak, 1K × 1K is also 1M, which is an abbreviation of the Greek mega -- so far so good -- but 1M means 1,048,576 because it is 1,024 (1K, or 2 raised to the 10th power) × 1,024 (1K, or 2 raised to the 10th power). It is not 10 raised to the fourth power as in decimal, it is 2 raised to the 20th power. It is plain to see that the larger the number, the more it diverges from what our decimal-based minds may think. If we are not careful, a moon shot could miss the moon altogether.

Before we leave THIS, let me throw in two more pieces of information. After K (thousand) and M (million) come G (giga-, billion) and T (tera-, trillion). And if you go in the opposite direction, getting smaller instead of bigger, the prefixes are different: Take the unit of time called a second, for example. One-thousandth of a second is called a millisecond, one-millionth is called a microsecond, one-billionth is called a nanosecond, and one trillionth is called a picosecond. I will ignore for now the fact that billion in the U.S. is milliard in the U.K., and trillion in the U.S. is billion in the U.K.

Now that we are all completely confused, including me, let's move on to THAT.

2. THAT

Here is the latest crop of "nobody could answer but me" answers from Jeopardy! along with some of the clues:

Who is George Bernard Shaw? (the playwright who wrote Man And Superman)
What is the Bay of Fundy?
Who is Lord Snowden? (the husband of Princess Margaret)
What is the Colorado River?
What is bias?
What is the Newport Jazz Festival?
Who is Ralph Waldo Emerson?
What is 52? (the number of years between the two years the "city of angels" hosted the Olympics)

I thought that the last one, which was a Final Jeopardy category, was particularly obscure. Coming up with the answer was a three-step process. Step One was easy, knowing that Los Angeles is called the "city of angels". Step Two was harder, knowing that the Olympic Games were held in Los Angeles in 1932 and 1984. Whether you think Step Three was easy or hard depends on how well you can do subtraction in your head. Step Three, and it is essential, is the ability to subtract the first year from the second quickly without benefit of pencil and paper and coming up with the right answer, 52, in a few seconds while music is playing to mark the passage of time, and being careful to phrase it in the form of a question.

I don't want to leave the wrong impression. I am not a know-it-all, far from it. There are lots of categories on the show about which I know absolutely nothing, but I do enjoy playing Jeopardy!.

Which brings us to...

3. THE OTHER

To wrap up this fascinating post (I can hear you gagging out there in blogland), I thought we would take a look at some similes in Christian hymns. A simile, you may remember, is a comparison using the word "like" or "as". There are good ones and there are bad ones, and by "good" and "bad" I mean are they effective or not effective?

The first one is a good one, "Like A River Glorious" by Frances Ridley Havergal in 1876:

Like a river glorious is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious, in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.

Refrain:
Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest.

The verse is a simile likening God's peace to a river and the imagery is consistent. The refrain drops the river image and paraphrases Isaiah 26:3 instead, "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee, because he trusteth in Thee" (KJV).

Our second example, "As The Deer", was written by Martin Nystrom in 1984 and is based on the first verse of Psalm 42:

As the deer panteth for the water
So my soul longeth after Thee
You alone are my heart's desire
And I long to worship Thee

You alone are my strength, my shield
To You alone may my spirit yield
You alone are my heart's desire
And I long to worship Thee

The simile is self-explanatory. Again, the imagery is consistent and effective. The song works.

In our third and last example, the imagery may be consistent but to my way of thinking it is not at all effective. If it was one of your granny's favorite gospel songs, I am sorry. Before we get to the song itself, here's part of what our favorite online encyclopedia says about it:

"In 1890, Charles Davis Tillman set to music a hymn by Baptist preacher M.E. Abbey, "Life's Railway to Heaven." (Abbey had drawn from an earlier poem, "The Faithful Engineer," by William Shakespeare Hays.

"Also known by its first line "Life is like a mountain railroad", the song has been recorded by Boxcar Willie, the Carter Family, the Chuck Wagon Gang, Mother Freddie J. Bell on YouTube, The Oak Ridge Boys, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Brad Paisley, Russ Taff, the Amazing Rhythm Aces, and many others. Tillman's tune is in 3/4 time, but a 4/4 version became widespread after Patsy Cline recorded it that way in 1959 as a solo; Willie Nelson later dubbed his voice into that version to form a duet. On January 14, 2012, Brad Paisley performed a 4/4 rendition as guest on Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion radio program.

"Members of the Western Writers of America chose the song as one of the Top 100 Western songs of all time."

Even after such a build-up, "Life Is Like A Mountain Railroad" just doesn't work for me. Here it is:

Life is like a mountain railroad
With an engineer that's brave
We must make this run successful
From the cradle to the grave

Heed the curves and watch the tunnels
Never falter, never fail
Keep your hands upon the throttle
And your eye upon the rail

Blessed Saviour there to guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
And the angels there to join us
In God's grace forevermore

As you roll across the trestle
Spanning Jordan's swelling tide
You will reach the Union Depot
Into which your train will ride

There you'll meet the superintendent
God the father, God the son
With a happy joyous greeting
Weary pilgrim, welcome home

Blessed Saviour there to guide us
Till we reach that blissful shore
And the angels there to join us
In God's grace forevermore

There are many Christian songs that liken death to crossing the Jordan River, but the idea of doing it in a train being pulled by a locomotive across a railroad trestle and pulling into the Union Station and being greeted by the superintendent (God the father, God the son, but no mention of God the Holy Spirit, and the last time I checked, Christianity is definitely Trinitarian) sets my teeth on edge.

Also, would that life were that simple, just remembering to keep one's hands upon the throttle and one's eye upon the rail. But let me tell you something, Gertrude, it definitely isn't.

I know this post has been extra long, and I hope you have not pulled all your hair out by the roots as you navigated your way through it. I will try to be shorter next time. I trust, as I said in the title, that it has been a cornucopia of delights.

Please try to refrain from throwing rotten tomatoes at your computer screen.

I am interested, however, in anything herein you may wish to talk about in the comments section.

Buddy, can you spare some time?

In a recent post, I quoted something my mother used to say, "You may not be able to keep the birds from flying overhead, but you can keep them from making a nest in your hair."

I thought it was pretty self-explanatory, but reader Emma Springfield said in a comment that my mother's quote left her with a big question mark.

So I'm going to give it the old college try and attmpt to explain what I think Mama meant.

I read a long time ago in a writing-industry magazine called Communication: The Transfer Of Meaning that the meaning of something is not determined by what the speaker or writer thinks is being transmitted but by how the hearer or reader interprets what is received. To the extent that noise can interfere or distraction can occur or a lack of understanding can exist, the message one intended to convey (meaning) may be altered. Somewhere else I read that every written sentence should have a single meaning, clearly understood at the first reading.

Which brings us back to Mama's quote about birds flying overhead and nests in one's hair. That quote failed the test where Emma was concerned, and the more I thought about Mama's quote the more meanings I found. Here are several possibilities to choose from:

A. Stay alert at all times to avoid unwanted consequences.
B. Comb your hair every day.
C. You can't control others, but you can control yourself.
D. Have the serenity to accept the things you cannot change, the courage to change the things you can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
E. Troubles may come, but don't let them take up permanent residence.
F. Always wear a hat.

What do you think? Is one of the preceding possibilities right? More than one? None? If none, what would your best answer look like?

I try to focus, really I do, but things keep changing

If he were still alive, today would be my grandfather Nathan Silberman's 146th birthday. Unfortunately, he left us just over 50 years ago in December 1970, three months before what would have been his 96th birthday.

All through his life my grandfather said he was born on the first day of Spring. I cannot remember when the vernal equinox somehow stopped occurring on March 21st and started occurring on March 20th, but I read this week that because of time zone differences between North America and the place our days begin (the International Date Line in the middle of the Pacific Ocean), Spring would not begin on March 21st in North America at all during the remainder of this century.

Grandpa would be so disappointed.

In Charlestonese, the type of English spoken in parts of coastal South Carolina, people say that buds wobble in the sprang (translation: birds warble in the Spring). Well, buds ain't the only thang that wobbles.

Did you know that Earth's axis also wobbles like a top? Well, it does. The North Pole won't always point to Polaris. The wobble takes something like 26,000 years to complete one circuit. It's called 'axial precession' and you can read all about it 'rat cheer' (translation: right here).

In other news, the answer nobody on Jeopardy! knew on Friday evening was "What is a hunter?". The category was Biblical Occupations and the clue mentioned the book of Genesis and Nimrod. At least someone knew that the answer to "_________ were abiding in the field keeping watch on the night Jesus was born" was "What are shepherds?" and the clue didn't even include "over their flocks".

Until next time, T.T.F.N.

I’ve been traumatized, you’ve been traumatized, all God’s chirren been traumatized

A cyberfriend named Linda (I don't know her last name) who blogs from Hueytown, Alabama, said earlier this week that her friend Tommy, who was in third grade during the Cuban Missile Crisis of 1962, remembers that his school gave out dog tags for all studemts to wear. Linda was horrified and asked Tommy what he had thought anout that. Tommy replied matter-of-factly that it was to identify the body.

Linda was a junior in high school in 1962 and renembers wanting dog tags to wear as jewelry, but she never got any, nor did her school give any out to students that she recalls.

I was 21 years old in 1962 and was in the Air Force, so I had dog tags, real ones given out by Uncle Sam himself, and Tommy is right, they are used to identify dead bodies after a military engagement. Dog tags are notched, and I remember being told during basic training that whenever the body of a soldier (airman, sailor, whatever) is found, the notch of the dog tag is placed between the dead person's two upper front teeth and his lower jaw, and the butt of a rifle is kicked or rammed against the lower jaw to close the mouth. This act drives the dog tag into the skull, under the nose, and the procedure ensures that the body and the dog tag stay together and do not become separated in transit. I distinctly remember the training instructor telling us this, and apparently it happened routinely during World Wars One and Two and the Korean Conflict. You don't forget being told something like that. The image is gruesome and haunting, as in indelibly imprinted in the mind.

Before the Cuban Missile Crisis, I had been stationed at an Air Force Base in Florida for more than a year, but in September 1962 I was transferred to Strategic Air Command Headquarters outside of Omaha, Nebraska, to receive training to become a computer programmer. Having received the training and then writing computer programs for three years for the Air Force helped me get hired by IBM when I left military service in 1965.

"Be glad you're not here," one of my Florida buddies wrote to me. "Everything here is chaos and madness and upheaval. Many more planes and personnel have been brought in, and all the barracks are full to overflowing. A lot of tents have been put up in the open areas between the barracks buildings to try to handle all the additional people."

I wrote him back, "What do you mean? I'm out here at Bull's Eye Air Force Base!" It seemed clear to me that any of the Soviet Union's Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles (ICBMs) launched out of Cuba -- fortunately none ever were -- would be aimed at key military targets like the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia; NORAD (North American Air Defense Command) Headquarters under that mountain in Colorado; and yes, SAC Headquarters where I was in Nebraska, not a field in Central Florida or an elementary school in Alabama.

So Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life went on, and the crisis passed. But it rains on the just and on the unjust, into each life some rain must fall, life is what happens to you while you're making other plans, and other discouraging expressions. Crises come and crises go. As Rosanne Rosannadanna (Gilda Radner) used to say on Saturday Night Live, "It's always something."

Today is one of the good days. At 5:37 a.m. EDT, Spring arrived this morning. The vernal equinox occurred. Day and night are of approximately equal length. God's in His heaven; all's right with the world (except for a few million deaths here and there due to the ongoing pandemic and a few despots and tyrants who cannot be ignored).

You simply must celebrate the arrival of Spring by watching this (4:37) .

In conclusion, I would like to quote something my mother used to say. "You may not be able to keep the birds from flying overhead, but you can keep them from making a nest in your hair."

J'ai quatre-vingts ans (my regular readers will understand)

Here, as promised yesterday (the last day I was ever soixante-dix-neuf), is one "moon" song I completely overlooked when putting together my recent post about "moon" songs.

It was famously recorded by the guitar-playing husband-and-wife singing team of Les Paul and Mary Ford in 1951. Their version is notable for introducing over-dubbing to the world. There were 12 guitar tracks laid down by Les Paul and 12 vocal tracks laid down by Mary Ford.

There was also a very popular version of "How High The Moon" by Ella Fitzgerald, complete with her famous and unequalled "scat" choruses. Here is a transcription of her version, made by someone whose resumé undoubtedly said "pays close attention to details":

Somewhere there's music
How faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven
How high the moon
There is no moon above
When love is far away too
Till it comes true
That you love me as I love you

Somewhere there's music
It's where you are
Somewhere there's heaven
How near, how far
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon

How high the moon
is the name of this song
How high the moon
Though the words may be wrong
We're singing it
Because you ask for it
So we're swinging it just for you

How high the moon
Does it touch the stars
How high the moon
Does it reach up to Mars
Though the words may be wrong
to this song
We're asking how high, high, high
high, high is the moon

Boo bi yoo bi
Bi yu di di ooh dun
dabba oohbee
Boo di yoo di
Di yu di dee dee doohdun
di di oohnbee
Bu di yu dan dan dan
Dee boognbee
Aheedee doo doo abbi woo do ee
Woah ba bee ba bap beya oh
Ein bap bap dein

Hey ohndalady deepbap
bumblebee
Deedeedeedeedee deedee
Doo doot doop antdoodly wah
Vebeeoopm dabba oohbayoum dabie
oohmbappa eupembappi ah

Baby ohm bap
Baby ooh bee bap bey
Oohtoo undn datley udnda da
Eun bu! eun bi! un ba! un bey!
un bey un bey in byron bay

Moody eetn deeby deepi ah ba
Beebeeoohdibap Da Bap! un boo bay
Deeoohdedootundap lah day
Oohtdee undeedoodee dootn

dadaploday
Beepbee oo'bapbee ootndap bobay
beepbee ootn da loday
a dooblydoobly dooblydoobly
dooblydoobly dooblydoobly
dooblydeetn deepdeedee eudabapoya

Beebeeum beep beebee bebop
Beebeeoohbebap dedap un boobay
Deeodeedoodee dap lady
Oohtdee undeedoodee dootn

dadaploday
Beepbee oo'bapbee ootndap bobay
beepbee ootn da loday

Deudedeu deun daudau baubau
bieubau badee beiu beiu ooh
Heee he a we ah
Heee he a eeah hah
Eeetdee eutandabbie utan
dooiedoodoon'lyba
Bieu bau bau n daisy ba

Beedeedee dedee deDee
Beedeedee ba-oi
Adoodlyoohtndo oohntdo oohntdo
Deedee oothndo baobaobao baeu

Beet-deet-dee doodly'ap'n'boobie
Bootbe up'n babba un baw baw ba-bey
Beedeedee yabadoreda bababo
Baya baba bobobo bi'yabeeba
Though the words may be wrong to this song
We hope to make high, high, high, high
High as the moon


If you don't believe me, go find the video on YouTube. I would have included it in this post but the computer kept crashing and I gave up. And while you're looking, check out the Les Paul & Mary Ford version as well.

When I grow too old to dream, I’ll have this blog to remember

This is the last day I will ever be 79 years old.

If I wake up tomorrow morning, I will be 80 years old, I will have been alive on planet Earth for 960 months. I will have been breathing air for 29,220 days.

I arrived at the latter figure by multiplying 80 by 365 (29,200) and then adding 20 more days for the 20 leap years through which I have lived, beginning with 1944. Your trivia fact for today is that no leap day is added in century years (1800 and 1900, for example), unless the century year is divisible by 400 (2000, for example), in which case a leap day is added. If I had been born in 1841 and today were 1921, I would have been alive for 29,219 days since 1900 did not have the extra day that 2000 did.

As my dad used to say, put that in your pipe and smoke it. I have no idea what that means.

In English we say, "I am eighty years old" but what the French say translates to "I have eighty years". I find that very interesting. I have [am in possession of] eighty years, or I have [accumulated] eighty years. The French counting system is unusual to English sensibilities. Everything matches until you get to 70. The French don't say 70, however. They say 60 10 (soixante-dix) instead, then 60 11 (soixante-onze) for 71, 60 12 (soixante-douze) for 72, and so forth up through 60 19 (soixante-dix-neuf) for 79. Eighty, my new identifier, is not 60 20 though, it's "four twenties" (quatre-vingts). So instead of saying "I am eighty years old" they say "I have four twenties years" (J'ai quatre-vingts ans) all the way up to 99 (quatre-vingts dix neuf, four twenties and nineteen). If you should be fortunate enough to live to be a hundred, things get simple again and you revert to a single syllable, cent.

Here endeth the French lesson for today.

Thanks be to God.

It is St. Patrick's Day today but I don't care.

I thought of another "moon" song. It completely slipped my mind when I made a list of moon songs a few posts back. I'm not going to tell you its name right now, though. I'm saving it for the first post of my 80th year.

In the meantime, here are 11 more unknown (except by me) Jeopardy! answers:

Who is Albrecht Dürer?
What is Grambling State University?
Who is Morticia Adams?
What are gophers?
What is Acapulco?
What is the House of Lancaster?
What are Quartets?
What is Earthrise?
What is Defender of the Faith?
Who is Henry Clay?
What is Carrara?

The last nine were in a single episode of the program (British, programme). Just so you won't think the contestants were complete idiots, Quartets was in reference to "Little Gidding" being a part of T.S. Eliot's "Four ________", not "what do you call four people singing together". The clue for Defender of the Faith, "a title conferred on Henry VIII by Pope Leo X", seemed fairly obvious to me, but one contestant who didn't know British history guessed Head of the Commonwealth.

Until next time, when I will have 80 years, au revoir, mes amis..

Beware the Ides of March

No particular reason. Just on general principles. Choose your friends wisely. Pay close attention to what's going on around you. I mean, consider what happened to Julius Caesar on this date all those years ago.

Recent stumpers on Jeopardy!:

What is baseball?
Who is Clara Schumann?
What is the Volga?
What is his shadow?
What is psychosomatic?
What is the stratosphere?

The clue to which the answer was "his shadow" did not include the word "groundhog". Try to formulate the actual clue. (Hint: It should include two proper names and the word "bedroom".)

It happened again

Another of those "wake up from a sound sleep with the complete lyrics of an old song playing in my head" moments, Athena springing full-grown from the forehead of Zeus as it were, occurred this morning. Actually it was two songs this time, or, more accurately, two halves of the same song, and the song was "You're Just In Love" by Irving Berlin as sung by Ethel Merman and Russell Nype in Call Me Madam.

If there was ever any doubt, I know I am old because that song has to be 70 years old if it's a day. I remember hearing Ethel Merman and Russell Nype sing it on Ed Sullivan's Toast Of The Town program on a Sunday night on our old black-and-white, 12-inch screen, Philco television set when I was nine or 10 years old, and I was born in 1941. And there it was this morning, singing itself in my brain, complete with images of Ethel and Russell.

All the foregoing show-biz facts were dredged up typed without referring to any source. Here are the lyrics of the song, also typed sans reference to any source:

I hear singing and there's no one there
I smell blossoms and the trees are bare
All day long I seem to walk on air
I wonder why, I wonder why
I keep tossing in my sleep at night
And what's more I've lost my appetite
Stars that used to twinkle in the skies
Are twinkling in my eyes, I wonder why

You don't need analyzing,
It is not so surprising
That you feel very strange but nice
Your heart goes pitter-patter
I know just what's the matter
Because I've been there once or twice
Put your head on my shoulder
You need someone who's older
A rub-down with a velvet glove
There is nothing you can take
To relieve that pleasant ache
You're not sick, you're just in love

Back in the day, Russell Nype sang the first section and Ethel Merman sang the second section, and then they joined forces and sang their separate tunes together at the same time. And trust me, even though Russell's part had eight lines and Ethel's part had 12 lines, it all meshed together nicely and they both finished at the same time. In music I believe doing this is called counterpoint.

I would include an audio clip or perhaps even a video clip, but I think you should do some things for yourself.

I may be an idiot savant (though that term has fallen out of use) or I may just be an idiot.

And (as if you needed further proof) there is this, of course:

Here are some recent answers on Jeopardy! that I knew but which none of the real contestants could answer:

What are cargo cults?
What is Kilauea?
Who is Philip II?
What is fudge?
What is cathode?
What is Mount Rainier?
What is the Louvre?
Who is Jesse James?

Your Honor (British, Honour), I rest my case.

Essay of the week/month/year

There is a very interesting opinion essay by Bari Weiss in the March issue of The Deseret News that I hope every one of you will read. Ms. Weiss is a former editor for The New York Times, but don't let that throw you. She has also been an editor at The Wall Street Journal.

Here's the link:

The self-silencing majority

Now that we've heard Ms. Weiss's opinion (which probably solidified her decision to leave The New York Times), share with us (but only if you want to) your opinion in the comments section.

Sorry or Not Sorry?

A few years ago Howie Mandel hosted a television game show based on greed called Deal Or No Deal? but that has nothing to do with this post. The inspiration for this post comes straight from one of today's headlines.

Here's the headline:

NY Governor Cuomo Makes Pitiful Plea -- 'Truly Sorry' If Words, Actions Were 'Misinterpreted'

and here is the article that followed:

NY Governor Andrew Cuomo said he was 'truly sorry' if "some of the things I have said have been misinterpreted as an unwanted flirtation."

"To be clear I never inappropriately touched anybody and I never propositioned anybody and I never intended to make anyone feel uncomfortable," Cuomo said.

"I now understand that my interactions may have been insensitive or too personal and that some of my comments, given my position, made others feel in ways I never intended. I acknowledge some of the things I have said have been misinterpreted as an unwanted flirtation. To the extent anyone felt that way, I am truly sorry about that," he said.

The article continued.

White House press secretary Jen Psaki said, "There should be an independent review of these allegations. They're serious. It was hard to read that story as a woman. And that process should move forward as quickly as possible and that's something we all support and the president supports."

Also, she said Joe Biden believes [two former state staffers who accused Cuomo of sexual harrassment on the job] "should be treated with respect and dignity."

Well, that's enough of that.

Today a third woman who has never been employed by the governor or the state of New York came forward with another allegation.

Things are not looking good for Andrew Cuomo, the 63-year-old governor of the State of New York and the son of former New York Governor Mario Cuomo.

I am not here to add to his woes, to discuss his guilt or innocence (that's for a jury to decide after examining the evidence), or to throw him under the bus. He is 63, not 21, so he is certainly old enough to know better, especially in today's climate. Maybe he will turn out to have been just another dirty old man. That is for others to decide.

I am here to analyze his apology.

My position (and I hope you agree) is that when someone says, "I'm sorry if..." it is not an apology at all. "I'm sorry that..." may not be an apology either; it depends on the words one says after that. Both are attempts to divert attention from oneself and put blame on the offended person.

I'm sorry if I offended you is not an apology.
I'm sorry if you got your feelings hurt is not an apology.
I'm sorry if you took it the wrong way is not an apology.
I'm sorry that you feel that way is not an apology.
I'm truly sorry that some of the things I have said have been misinterpreted is not an apology.

Do you agree or disagree?

Since there are many examples online of true apologies, I am not going to show you any. You can look them up yourself if you think you need to, and maybe even if you think you don't.

A few more long livers

...somehow fell off my personal radar and weren't included in my list a couple of posts back. They include Louise H. (94), Gertrude H. (93), Phyllis M. (91), Alma S. (89), Paul W. (89), Elaine G. (88), Peggy N. (87), Bill S. (87), and Sally H. (87).

The last name on the list, Sally H., actually missed my personally-imposed threshold of 87 years by two days, but I have included her because she was an important influence in my life. Born on October 14, 1904, she died on October 12, 1991, two days before her 87th birthday. She became very much my "other mother" after my mother died. About a year after Mrs. H. died, we learned that I had been included in her will when we received from the executor of her estate (we didn't even know she had an estate) a totally unexpected check for several thousand dollars. It arrived at the best possible moment, helping to pay for our daughter's wedding. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform.

In other news, March came in like a lamb in this part of the world, and Jeopardy! answers that drew blank stares from all contestants this week included:

What is "The Ballad of Reading Gaol"?
What is distemper?
What is the Po?

For the geographically challenged among you, the Po is a river in Italy.

But denial is not a river in Egypt.

This is a short post, but if I have already told you about Jeopardy! I must be through.

Without looking it up, can you name two other rivers in Italy?