A brilliantly sunny morning as I hoisted the flag out for day two of a three day weekend.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
After being bombarded with horrific footage of the tornadoes in Joplin,Mo and many other states over the past week, a tornado warning on TV right here did a little more than make me nervous.
The other day I flipped back and forth between TV stations seeing which breathless weather person/meteorologist or Chief Meteorologist could dissect the big red blob
with its hooks and swirly things more accurately. I thought of folks who live north of me and watched as the blob swept over their part of the surface map and wondered what the heck was going on. Because despite the mania and the kerfluffle, and the pontificating and sputtering going on, absolutely no one was reporting what was actually happening. Just what COULD happen.Therein lies the problem.
Fortunately no catastrophe to report. It got me to thinking though, how back in 1985 a terrible, devastating tornado occurred within 10 miles of me and, being a college student in a tiny apartment, I had no phone, no TV, and had no way of knowing anything had even occurred until the next day.
Now, there are countless ways to keep on top of things. Alerts sent to your cell phone, websites to watch the radar yourself and see the storm's path, radio and TV of course, too. But despite all that...as I dashed between Intellicast and three TV stations, I still felt at a loss to the actual conditions.
for the following counties..."and then you would read them and you would also say...
"remember. . . a Tornado Watch means conditions are favorable for a tornado to develop. A warning would mean that a tornado was been spotted..."
And I'd be reading all that and thinking I sure hope I don't have to go down into the moldy World War II bomb shelter in the basement...that place creeps me out.
The point of all this....if there is one, is the immediacy of radio was what put us
in front of the coverage. People would call in and say they have quarter inch hail
where they are. Or they would call and report really high winds...or that their power was out. I could get a real sense of what was going on, and where, and could immediately tell people things.
As I write this there is a bad thunderstorm here, so I must go. Perhaps I'll put on the radio...
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Rapture day came and went. No word from the crazy preacher yet who isn't making any public speeches or even answering his door. As the day went on and nothing "earth shattering" was going on, some of the "believers" tried to reassure each other of their "faith." Whatever that means. Faith in what? In this crazy preacher's calculator and numerology? Faith that the world will end? Or as one truck driver who quit working last week put it...
"I was hoping for it because I think heaven would be a lot better than this earth."
Friday, May 20, 2011
NPR challenged listeners to name their song for the End of Times coming up tomorrow. I posted Queen's Innuendo--which is long and a very strong end of the world type song. The video is also very appropriate. Hard to quibble with that choice.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
So... two days to go. Unless you have been on another planet this past week, you probably heard that some idiot who actually has airtime and a lot of followers has calculated that the end of the world as we know it will happen this Saturday. He's predicted this before and has been wrong, but what could he really do but go back to the drawing board, sharpen his pencil and recalculate? I suspect this Sunday he will be back on the air with some other prediction.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
It's Primary Election Day... and I didn't get to vote. I blame Verizon.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I have spent countless hours with a magnifying glass pouring over old, blurry photographs and imagining what my grandmother's and great-grandmother's lives were like at the turn of the century. Many times I wished the photographs could speak to me. Tell me something more, tell me what it was like to, well...be THEM. What did they like? What did they think about when they were young and full of hope? Did they share some of my same dreams?
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Way back in the Catholic days of my childhood, I was tasked with picking a saint's name to add to my own for the occasion of my "Confirmation." I selected a French saint, Germaine, a shepherdess born in 1579. I liked her name, and I liked that she was a loner, spending her days outdoors with her flock of sheep. I had no internet access back then, so I knew little about her.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Okay, so any spare moment I have I'm listening to Paloma Faith. Can't wait for her to release another CD. She's unusual. It's amazing how out of tune I am with the rest of the world, though. I have a Paloma Faith "station" on my IPOD.... so they keep throwing in other artists for me to hear and one of them is Adele. I had never heard of her, and didn't like her at all and kept putting "thumbs down" and then getting even more of her. Then I heard she has the top selling album in the world or something right now.
I still haven't cared enough to even see what she looks like.
Paloma deserves more attention.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
In the past I didn't give too much thought into what I put out at the curb as long as it met the rules....no paint cans, tires, freon, etc. But now "scrapping" has become a way of life--not just poor people trying to make a buck, but thieves, drug addicts and general ne'er do well's, so I'm careful to put the metal where anyone can find it and take it without creating a big mess tearing through bags and ripping boxes. It's amazing how many 20-somethings who do not have any sort of job, just go around stealing anything metal left out in the open on a regular basis. Junk Day must seem like Christmas to them.They don't have to worry about getting caught. It's there for the taking.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
I hate polls. I think it stems from my belief that not everyone is entitled to an opinion. I may go as far to say I believe everyone is entitled to an enlightened and informed opinion.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Soon to be Saint John Paul II was beatified today with one miracle down, and one to go.
A place of honor was reserved for Sister Marie Simon-Pierre Normand, a French nun who suffered from Parkinson's disease but whose inexplicable cure has been attributed to John Paul's intercession with God to perform a miracle, thus permitting the beatification to go ahead.
The Vatican will have to attribute another miracle to John Paul's intercession after the beatification in order for him to be declared a saint.
But wait! The nun wasn't cured until TWO MONTHS AFTER THE POPE'S DEATH. It doesn't seem quite right to me that we didn't hear of any great miracles from him while he lived. And curing a nun from Parkinson's while he is dead, well...that's disingenuous don't you think? Really can't prove that.
The deceased Polish Pope has been in his crypt these five years. They dug him up from his eternal rest under St. Peter's Basilica and put his coffin on display for awhile for visitors. Judging by the size of the crowd in Italy awaiting this event, a lot of folks are pretty happy about all this. I never had a problem with John Paul II. During his reign, he travelled all over the world. He was accessible. He had a Pope Mobile. He just exuded such a love and reverence. I saw a TV movie about him that really gave a lot of insight into his personal life and history. It is easy to see why people love him so much and are pulling for his Sainthood.
But... and I ask this out of pure ignorance...if you had a choice between eternal rest, and constantly, and uh, eternally, having to "intercede" with God to beg for favors, what would you pick? And if God was all knowing, he'd know which hard luck cases you would want to intercede in before you did, right? So the point of all this is...