Friday, August 31, 2012

They played real good, for free


I was walking around the Palo Alto Arts and Wine Festival the other day (in the Silicon Valley, you apparently cannot have arts without wine; they all include both) and came upon a string quartet.

Now, this is a bit out of the ordinary, although it was the “arts” and wine festival. But usually you’ll have a single musician, or maybe a duo, with CDs for sale and an open instrument case for donations.


These four (as you can see) were just playing—Pachelbel, then a czardas and then a tango. No sign, no container for coins.

They’re from the Palo Alto Chamber Orchestraand they were a delight.


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Keep on truckin'


Well, this is interesting. I sort of assumed that the Daylight Foods Company, which supplies local restaurants, had progressed from a partial URL on their trucks to a complete one.

But I was wrong.

Here’s one of their fleet without so much as a hint of web presence:


Go figure.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Manassas again



One hundred fifty years ago today, Union and Confederate forces were locked in battle in an area of Northern Virginia known as Manassas. Only 13 months before the two armies had been there, fighting the first major engagement of the war of Southern secession.

This time, both armies were blooded, with General George B. McClellan’s Peninsula Campaign having worn on for several months with ground between the York and James rivers changing hands, and then falling back into the original possessors. A lot of bodies left along the way; nothing much decided.

Except that it was pretty clear that McClellan wasn’t what you’d call a real battlefield commander.

The command of the (Confederate) Army of Northern Virginia had fallen to Robert E. Lee, after Joseph E. Johnston was wounded at the Battle of Seven Pines. Lee, deciding that McClellan and the Army of the Potomac weren’t all that much of a threat on the peninsula, turned to face the newly-formed (Union) Army of Virginia under John Pope. Pope was advancing down from Washington, hoping to take pressure off of McClellan and maybe even threaten Richmond.

Lee saw this as an opportunity to defeat the two Northern armies in detail—knock off Pope and then turn back to crush McClellan, since the latter hadn’t given any signs of moving swiftly in any direction for any cause.

The Army of Northern Virginia and the Army of Virginia converged in the area around Manassas on the 28thand then continued the next day, with various units maneuvering in the God-awful heat. (You cannot imagine how hot and humid it is in Northern Virginia in late August. and then with their woolen uniforms, the rush of battle; it must have been absolute hell.) Pope, in the tradition of so many Union generals, completely misread the activities of Lee’s subordinates and assumed various forces were ripe for bagging. They weren't.

This back-and-forth continued throughout that day and the next. Finally, on the evening of the 30th, Pope ordered a retreat (which was orderly, not like the complete rout of the previous year). Lee’s forces were exhausted and low on ammunition; they didn’t pursue.

Once again, Confederates held the ground at Manassas. Around 10,000 Union soldiers were killed and wounded (of 62,000 engaged); Confederates casualties came to 8,300 (of 50,000). Washington was protected, Richmond abandoned as a target.

And as Lee decided to take the campaign into Union territory, Lincoln was forced to bring back McClellan. In less than a month the two armies would meet at a Maryland town called Sharpsburg.



Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Pick-up lines


I’m part of a group that meets in the hall of a church that also runs a nursery school. The kids are almost always out in the playground when I pass.

The other day I was walking by when a small blond boy (maybe four years old) called out to me, “Hel-LO, little girl! What’s your name?”

Well!

I thought, that line’s going to be really successful in about 25 years.

Actually, it went down a treat with me, except that he didn’t seem to know what to do with my name when I gave it.

He’ll have to work on that.


Monday, August 27, 2012

The moon & Osiris

Neil Armstrong, the first human to set foot upon an extra-terrestrial planet, will have had no problem passing Osiris on his way to the afterlife. If anyone lived an upright life in the service of truth and humility, leading to a heart that outweighed by a feather upon its completion, it was Armstrong. He died Saturday at age 82.

You can read all about his life, about his career as a Gemini and Apollo astronaut and about the 1969 moon mission pretty much anywhere you like. But here’s what struck me about him.

After that walk, Armstrong could have raked in squillions in product endorsements, speaking fees, or high political office. I bet they were flinging checks, cars, airline tickets, hot and cold running hookers, and everything else you could imagine at him in hopes they could slap his name on a billboard and generate cashflow.

Didn’t matter to him. He had job responsibilities with NASA, and he carried them out.

Then he taught aerospace engineering at the University of Cincinnati. Later he did take some gigs as spokesman (for Chrysler and a couple of others), and he did serve on some corporate boards. But he didn’t convert his NASA achievements to a massive fortune.

In today’s crass and greedy environment, that just seems stunning.

But here’s a quote from him that I believe sums up Armstrong’s life. He’d been asked to share his thoughts in the moments after he stepped out of the lunar lander. What deep insights had come to him?

“We weren’t there to meditate, we were there to get things done,” he replied.

No, Osiris won’t spend a great deal of time considering Armstrong’s heart.



Friday, August 24, 2012

Pledge pain

It's been an all-over-the-map week, what with Todd Akin's version of human reproductive science, Phyllis Diller passing and Prince Harry showing us he has nothing to hide in Vegas.

So I'll close it out by crabbing about KQED, the local public television station, which is having at least its third two-week pledge drive of the year. The last one (which actually lasted three weeks) was...last month.

They haul out the same tired, old war horses of [insert field of expertise here] [insert guru here] standing on a carpeted stage before a small studio audience, yakking about one topic or another that's supposed to make your skin look younger, fix your financial future, heal traumatic experiences and maybe make a concert pianist out of you.

Although if those talks didn't have the desired effects last month I don't know why they'd work this time.

There are also concerts of doo-wop, folk, big band and pre-pubescent singers.

The one common denominator is that every one of them is extended ten minutes in every half-hour with those bleeding pledge breaks.

I just wonder how successful they can be at raising money if they're hitting up their supporters on average every six weeks? Plus, the more time they devote to pledge drive, the less programming they actually have to pay for, so I wonder where all the dosh is going?

Thursday, August 23, 2012

The full Harry

Apparently the third-in-line to the British throne lost his shirt in Vegas.

Also his trousers and his pants and his socks.

The good news is that Prince Harry still has his health. Obviously.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Funny lady


We lost another pioneering giant-in-her-field this week. Phyllis Diller died Monday at age 95. Like Julia Child, Diller was a woman who found her calling somewhat late, but once discovered she jumped in all the way. And we were the better for it.

Diller succeeded in a field that was not just dominated by men, it was exclusively inhabited by them. Her comedy routines were the 1950s showbiz equivalent of a woman wearing the eye-popping green jacket of the Augusta National Golf Club.

Oh, wait…

Actually, since she made a point of covering up her good looks with seriously ugly clothes and fright-wig platinum, teased hair, that green jacket might have been a good prop for her.

She also cracked masses of one-liners deprecating her domestic abilities (she was actually quite the gourmet cook), her fashion sense (“I used to work as a lampshade at a whorehouse. I couldn’t get one of the good jobs"), her husband (okay—that one was deserved) and everything she encountered. She refused to be out-cracked by any male comic, and she prevailed.

Because of her relentless resilience, women are now able to stride the boards pretty much at parity with the funny men.

Without wearing a butt-ugly green jacket.

I’ll leave you with a few of my favorite dillerisms:

“I was the world’s ugliest baby. When I was born, the doctor slapped everybody.”

“The only thing domestic about me is I was born in this country.”

“They say housework can’t kill you, but why take the chance?”


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

A woman's place


In light of the recent pronouncement by Republican senatorial candidate Todd Akin (currently a Congressmoron from Missouri serving on the Committee on Science, Space and Technology, although he seems to believe that the sun revolves around the flat earth) on how the human female reproductive system works, it occurred to me that I need to consider places in comparison to which the United States doesn’t come out looking like the worst collection on the planet of utter nincompoops WRT women’s issues.

So I turned to Foreign Policy’s maps of the Worst Places to Be a Woman.

Didn’t make me feel any better to consider the condition of women around the world, but it did take my mind off the jaw-dropping posturing of one scumbag who represents the medieval mentality that is only slowly being chipped away—in some places more than others.



Monday, August 20, 2012

Sunnyvale sights, Part 3


So, last month I shared a photo of a produce delivery truck and pointed out that the company didn’t seem to have grasped the whole URL thing.


Literally—they didn’t have an entire URL, which is really odd in this particular area, because you are what you Web, and if you don’t have an online presence, you’re not really real.

Well, the other day I encountered another of the company’s trucks and was pleased to note that they finally have got the full web address:
 

I’ve got to say that they’ve certainly got their money’s worth out of that domain name.