Thursday, April 14, 2011

White Haven Plantation




This week marks the 150th anniversary of the beginning of the US Civil War. To honor the memories of that war Mrs. T and I took several field trips to see what was left of Civil War era Mayberry and its environs. Most taught history is not only wrong but wrongheaded; only by scratching the dirt does history come alive for the curious.

We began our search at White Haven Plantation, one time home of the 18th President of the US, Ulysses Grant. (It's nearby).

In 1843, Grant's first posting out of West Point was at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri then a cavalry outpost on the banks of the Mississippi River south of St. Louis. The list of men who served at JB reads like a who's who of the Civil War. 220 future generals including Sherman, Sheridan Hancock of the US, Lee, Longstreet, Bragg, Johnson of the South, and 3 presidents Jefferson Davis, Grant and Zachary Taylor. I spent the the bulk of my military career there in the 1970's. Still going strong, Jefferson Barracks includes a National Cemetery and veterans hospital.

Grant's WP roommate was local boy, Frederick Dent who frequently invited Ulysses to visit his home. It wasn't until his third visit that he chanced to meet Fred's younger sister Julia. The young officer was smitten, and visited often until he was transfered to Mexico to serve in the Mexican American War, proposing marriage before he left.

Grant proposed in 1844, and he and Julia Dent were married in 1848 setting up housekeeping at White Haven, Julia's father's plantation.

Ohio born Grant, a lifelong abolitionist, was given a slave by his father in law as a wedding present. The Maryland born, patrician Dent family, kept 20 slaves at White Haven. When Grant retired from the Army in 1854 he became master, and remained so until moving to Galena Il. in 1859.

During the war, Julia returned to White Haven and assumed her husband's responsibilities. Her father, a strong supporter of the Confederacy, made Thanksgiving dinner awkward.


Grant's last act on the way to Galena was to stop at the Federal courthouse in St. Louis to sign the necessary paperwork freeing his slave. (one could argue that since Illinois was a free state he wouldn't need a slave. On the other hand he could have left him behind)




The Grant's returned to White Haven after the war, raising horses, albeit never profitably. Coincidently, much of the old plantation is now an Anheuser Busch Clydesdale farm, but that's a story for another day. The Grant's owned White Haven until shortly before the General's death in 1885. It's now a national park.

Toad

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The White Shoe Rule and Straw Hat Day


Chicago Sun Times photo

Much has been written lately about what is and what isn't appropriate Easter attire. Easter is late this year, and the weather likely comfortable yet rules are necessary and do apply.

A while back, Duck, remember Duck?, copied this article from the blog "Southern Culture" and posted it on Channeling Bunny. Southern Culture has since taken the link down, and with it the story on Channeling Bunny.

So, I wrote the author, Fairhope, Alabama attorney David A. Bagwell for permission to republish his work. Ever the gentleman, Mr. Bagwell gave his kind consent.

This boys and girls, is the definitive White Shoe Rule, revised for 2011, all else are pretenders.

Thank you David, and Duck.

Toad
(reprinted with permission on the near occasion of our 1000th post)

Carolina Cup Day, 1930


THE WHITE SHOE RULE AND STRAW HAT DAY

By

David A. Bagwell


Fifty years ago, and more, the tradition in the deep South was that beginning on Easter weekend -- well before what people now call “Memorial Day”-- it became safe to wear white pants and skirts, white shoes and spectators, and a straw hat. I lump all that light-colored stuff together into what I call “The White Shoe Rule”.

Some Southerners today don’t buy that. They say that The White Shoe Rule doesn’t start until what we now call “Memorial Day”. Most of those people seem unusually certain that they know what they are talking about. But Southern tradition suggests that they are wrong.

It’s a serious fashion question, even in this time of war and economic travail. Maybe it’s idle and frivolous to speak of the rules of fashion anytime, some think, but even during war and elections and recession, life moves on, and so must we.

So, when may we properly begin --and when must we properly stop-- the wearing of white? Good question.

Do you remember the book The Southern Belle Primer by the wonderful [late] Marilyn Schwartz, whose subtitle was to the effect that Her Royal Highness Princess Margaret could never get in Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority because she wore white shoes in Texas the wrong time of year? I’m convinced that a lot of people beyond princesses misunderstand all this “White Shoe Rule” stuff. A lot of us don’t know as much about our dress code history as we should, or as much as we think for that matter.

Oh, sure; I know that every written source on fashion which might mention it, will say that you cannot wear white or straw hats before “Memorial Day”; we’ll get to all that in a moment. What you will read in those books is just – out with it now – just the Yankee rules. It’s ok for them to have their rules, but here in the South, ours were always different.

Of course nobody should wear white all of the time. In 1880 Mark Twain wrote of his character Colonel Grangerford that “every day of his life he put on a clean shirt and a full suit from head to toe made out of linen so white it hurt your eyes to look at it.” But every day? Even in winter? In deepest winter, now, you’ll obviously make a spectacle of yourself in white. Mark Twain did. On December 7, 1906, when Mark Twain went to a copyright law hearing in the Capitol in Washington, D.C.– in December in Washington, mind you– he wore a suit of white wool flannels, not white linen. But the ruckus he raised by wearing a white suit in Washington in the winter landed him in stories in the New York Times, Herald, and Tribune the next morning. Of course, his point about copyrights was in the article, too, which just goes to show you that clothing can not only make a fashion statement, it can also help your substantive statement get published. Twain said funereally that “when a man reaches the advanced age of 71 years as I have, the continual sight of dark clothing is likely to have a depressing effect upon him”. And “a group of men in evening clothes looks like a flock of crows, and is just about as inspiring”, he said. But, if you aren’t 71 and you aren’t Mark Twain, and it is not 1906–and I’m not and it isn’t– you must pay some attention to these rules, you know. Which means that you must know what the rules are.

The first thing to understand is that there are EXCEPTIONS to all this White Shoe Rule stuff, no matter when the starting date is.

One exception is "The Southern Resort Exception". At any Southern resort, like Boca Grande or Palm Beach or farther off in Bermudan or Carribean resorts and all that, white clothes and straw hats are ALWAYS allowed, regardless of the season. My father told me that the Northerners who went to the University of Alabama with him in the early 1930s wore white shoes all winter, on the apparent theory that Tuscaloosa was a Southern resort, which is clearly twelve points off true north.

What’s a “Southern resort”, anyway, outside of Boca Grande or something? Well, probably the place where I live– Point Clear on Mobile Bay -- barely qualifies as “a Southern resort”, although locals don’t wear white shoes here in the winter. What about Charleston and Savannah and Mobile? Well, maybe, but that’s pushing it. My correspondent in Charleston reports that a man dressed in all white, especially if any of it is patent leather, tends to be called there “full Cleveland”. Here on the Gulf coast in winter the “snowbirds” from Michigan and Ohio and Canada wear shorts all winter visiting here -- and shiny nylon jackets which say things like “UAW Local 312" on the back-- but snowbirds just don’t count for my purpose; I mean, they’re just snowbirds, who have their own rules. To an Englishman, any place where it is warm, and not raining at that moment, is apparently considered a “Southern resort”, which is precisely how H.R.H. Princess Margaret got in such hot water out in Texas for wearing white shoes in Dallas before their time– whatever their time is in Dallas. There are wonderful photos of Winston Churchill in a white suit, often wearing his favorite white panama Stetson in the “Open Road” pattern; you know, the pattern which in gray was worn by LBJ and by every single graduate of the Colorado School of Mines. But whites in London? A British judge told me once that, years before, he looked out his office window one summer day and saw his boss wearing a white suit and white panama hat in London, and that he involuntarily exclaimed at the sight “A Panamanian ponce!” [“ponce” of course being English slang for procurers for pay of the favours of exceptionally fast females].

The second exception is “The Yacht Exception”. I am not sure of the breadth of this exception, either, never having owned a yacht and all, but I think that weather permitting, you may always wear white clothes on a yacht, at least if you don’t change your own engine oil, and no gentleman does that. This may be a sub-theorem of the Southern Resort Rule, since one always keeps her yacht in the South during the winter, doesn't she? And, speaking of The Late Princess Margaret, since the British Royal family has sent the Royal Yacht BRITANNIA to the wreckers for scrap, I just don’t know where they wear their whites, other than maybe Dallas in a pinch. The picture on my wall of Commodore Vanderbilt on his yacht – and before “The Late Unpleasantness” his yacht was the biggest yacht in the world– shows him in black wool with fur trim, so obviously it is not de rigeur that you wear whites on your yacht in winter. What’s a yacht? Well, paraphrase what J.P. Morgan said about “if you have to ask . . . . .”. I do know that none of my little canoes and ducking skiffs and kayaks and rowboats and motor skiffs is “a “yacht”, and so mostly I just wear khaki shorts.

OK, exceptions aside, what exactly is The Rule?

Well, everybody agrees on the ENDING date of The White Shoe Rule, namely, that after Labor Day, you cannot wear white pants or suit or shoes, unless you meet one of the exceptions.

It's just the BEGINNING date for The White Shoe Rule that causes the problem.
To Northerners, the rule was always-- at least after Memorial Day was declared, after the Civil War -- that you cannot wear white pants or skirts or suits or shoes until what Northerners have mostly called “Memorial Day” [earlier perhaps “Decoration Day”], which is now of course the last Monday in May.

But then that’s Northerners. My research confirms that in general, over the South, Easter weekend – and not Memorial Day-- was the beginning for the White Shoe Rule. Remember that Easter was the day on which boys got a new white linen coat, if their parents could afford one? And white shoes? They didn’t wait until “Memorial Day”.

That Easter rather than Memorial Day was the starting date for The White Shoe Rule in the South is not surprising, for two reasons. First, the South obviously gets hot earlier than the North does; I mean, what level are we on? Second, what we now call “Memorial Day” was originally set up as a memorial for Union soldiers in the Civil War, and when and where I grew up in Alabama, it was called “Yankee Memorial Day”. Here in Alabama the Federal workers got a holiday on “Yankee Memorial Day”, but the State workers got the holiday on “Confederate Memorial Day”, which in Alabama is April 25th [The rest of us in the private world, fusionists like L.Q.C. Lamar in John F. Kennedy’s book Profiles in Courage, always worked on both Yankee Memorial Day and Confederate Memorial Day]. Nobody in the deep South would have dated a fashion requirement or anything else from Yankee Memorial Day. Easter was it.

My theory is that the people who think that the first day of The White Shoe Rule is Yankee Memorial Day rather than Easter, and who are moving the fashion goal posts from Easter to Yankee Memorial Day, are just one small part of the general Yankee-fication of America. National Public Radio, no less, reported that Texas singer “Kinky” Friedman of the singing group “Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys”-- Kinky won the “Male Chauvinist of the Year” Award of The National Organization for Women with his song “Put Your Biscuits in the Oven and Get Your Buns Back in Bed”-- ran for governor of Texas in 2006 on the platform “Stop the Wuss-ification of Texas”. Kinky lost, but that is just a small skirmish in the larger battle.

But, for some reason– I don’t know why-- Easter was not necessarily the beginning day for straw hats for men. Strangely and “counter-intuitively”, as intellectuals seem to say, there was a totally separate and clear Southern rule for straw hats, and it certainly wasn’t Yankee Memorial Day, which was far too late to switch to straw hats. There was something called “Straw Hat Day” in the old days when people wore hats, and on “Straw Hat Day” it was like some Fred Astaire musical with a chorus, and everybody in unison– men and women, but mostly men -- all doffed their felt hats and put on their straw hats.
When was “Straw Hat Day”? Well, if you research it on the internet you’ll find that people in the upper South and Maryland seem to think that there was a “National Straw Hat Day” and that it was on May 15th. Well, not so fast.

We had a “Straw hat Day” in the cities in Alabama where I grew up, and surely in many other towns, but it was not May 15th; instead, it was a moveable feast. “Straw Hat Day” in Mobile was on whatever springtime day the Mayor’s proclamation of “Straw Hat Day” said it would be, but it was always just before Easter, usually on either Maunday [or “Holy”] Thursday, or the next day on Good Friday, just in time for the spring and Easter– read: white– finery to flower. The earliest recorded Mayor’s proclamation of Straw Hat Day in Mobile that I found in the City Archives was in 1931.

Why 1931? Well, it’s hard to say for sure, but one clue is that the local paper, the Mobile Register for March 7, 1931, said "The first straw hat of 1931 appeared on Royal and Dauphin streets yesterday, far ahead of the official advent of spring. The latest model of 'head-gear' was worn by a stylishly dressed man, who did not seem embarrassed by eyes that stared and comments made as he passed along the avenues". Maybe the uncertainty of the proper beginning day for straw hats in March of 1931–sounds to me like the first day of Spring on March 20th tended to be the date to most people – prompted the male populace to demand that the Mayor set a clear official beginning date for straw hats; who knows at this point? While the files are not complete, these proclamations of “Straw Hat Day” seem to have run pretty steadily from 1931 until John Kennedy ran for president in 1960, when fashionable young men decided that fashionable young men simply did not wear hats any more. If fashionable young men don’t wear hats, then there is no need for a “Straw Hat Day”.

These old Mayoral proclamations here of “Straw Hat Day” are wonderful throwbacks to another world of springtimes filled with wisteria and azaleas, usually reciting in multiple “whereases” that “Mobile is a veritable flower garden with the air scented with street perfume and the streets lined with the riotous coloring of floral displays”, that “our birds are singing everywhere and their songs are the harbingers of new life and springtime”, noting the date of the Mobile Bears’ opening baseball game and pointedly proclaiming that the proper hat to be worn at all baseball games “is a STRAW hat” – note that it is not a baseball cap– and declaring “Straw Hat Week”. “All citizens of the city”-- and not just men-- were “urged to put away their winter chapeaux and to replace them with sparkling new STRAW HATS”. So straw hat day was always just before Easter.“Straw Hat Day” in the South never had anything to do with Yankee Memorial Day.

I’m not the guy to talk about women’s Mardi Gras finery in Mobile and New Orleans, other than admiring it and paying for it, but everybody knows that women beat Easter to the punch by forty or more days during Mardi Gras, wearing light clothes and straw hats.
But, then in the fall, the Southern cities would flip back, on some designated day about a month after Labor Day, proclaimed by the Mayor and City Commission to be called “Felt Hat Day”.

And, it’s worth noting in passing – since it is clearly forgotten by most of us– that back before air conditioning became general, there were official Mayoral proclamations banning suits and coats in the daytime in the summer, beginning about July 1st. Apparently in Mobile around which I live and work, the “Coats Off Campaign” in late summer was started by the Junior Chamber of Commerce just after WWII, and by the middle 1950s Southern mayors often proclaimed that beginning on “Sport Shirt Day” on July 1st or 2nd or something, and usually running all summer until the official first day of fall on September 21, “the proper, modest and polite attire for gentlemen in the City [shall] be and the same is hereby declared to be a neat, lightweight sports shirt instead of coat and necktie for all occasions from sunrise to sunset, and also proper evening attire except for formal occasions”. In Tuscaloosa, Alabama in the mid-1950s, the Mayor in the third week in April “proclaimed the opening of the sport shirt, straw hat and sport shoe season for the comfort of the city’s male population”, some three months before they did that here on the coast.

Now, why in the world was all of that ever abandoned in the South? Obviously the advent of air conditioning nipped it, but still, that is a tradition that Southerners ought to have preserved, just as they ought to have preserved more old buildings and houses and all of that. Here in Fairhope we still have a sportshirt tradition in both the summer and the winter, and we impart this tradition to our sons and grandsons in Homeric song before the fire of an evening. Now, admittedly, this fashion stuff was mostly higher- income people in the first place, and whether or not this date was observed by a man plowing a mule –switching his and his mule’s hats from the wool hat to the straw hat– I just cannot say for sure. But I can say for sure that a man who wore a felt hat until Yankee Memorial Day looked pretty strange indeed on a Southern street. So did a man who even recognized Yankee Memorial Day, for that matter.

But these rules seem to be moving fast. Friends who know, say that at the Fairgrounds in New Orleans, plenty of the horse owners in the winners’ circle wear white suits in the early spring, even shortly after Mardi Gras. Maybe New Orleans always started wearing white after Mardi Gras; I don’t know, or maybe even never stopped wearing white? Is New Orleans a “Southern resort”? But, why-oh-why do New Orleanians have to wear those black shoes and bright shirts and ties with their white suits; it’s Atticus Finch morphing into “Fast Eddie’s Used Cars”, for Heavens’ sakes.

The edges of The White Shoe Rule are increasingly ragged. In the women’s fashion field there is some analog to “Moore’s Law” in computers, such that the rapidity of changes in fashion trends tends to multiply by a factor of four every three years, or something. Attractive young women in high fashion who are inexplicably close to me report that “modern fashionistas wear white year-round to get that ‘edgy look’ as they call it”, not following any rule but their own. Examples? Wearing white leather boots in the winter, for instance; obviously not meant for summer, but still white. The apparent idea of “edginess” is “intentional fashion faux pas”. But, the edgy look of white shoes year round can only be pulled off by those who are, you know–edgy. “On the average woman, it will simply look like someone who didn’t quite know whether it was Easter or Memorial Day yet.” Which is still better than those white patent shoes and belt on Fast Eddie’s used car lot, and all. Whether white rubber boots on a shrimper are “edgy” or not, I’ll let you decide; I mean, some of these questions are pretty far out.

Well, I don’t have a yacht, and I’m not too sure this is a southern resort, but for my money, white clothes are ok from Easter through Labor Day, on clear days anyway, and being reasonable about it, like “ok at garden parties but not funerals”. Suit yourself, but if you don’t agree, then you must be a Yankee. Which is ok. But let’s just recognize the possibility of diversity on this question.


David Bagwell lives in Point Clear, Alabama, and has his own "White Shoe Law Firm" in Fairhope. In almost six decades he has never lived outside the South, although he once spent most of a year traveling around the world on a Fellowship to study international business, during which he almost always wore a suit, but never a white suit or white shoes, since the message of a white suit in -say-Rangoon or Calcutta, or ever Marseilles, might convey a different message than intended.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Man in Space



I'm going to skip right over the news that today marks the 150th anniversary of the beginning of the American Civil War. In my lifetime, another event which took place on this date had as far reaching consequences. Fifty years ago today, Soviet cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin became the first man to orbit the earth.

Gagarin's mission began the "Space Race", the competition between the US and Soviet Union to achieve supremacy in space exploration. American pride was rattled when the USSR was the first to send a man in space. Believing that American technology lagged behind the Soviets, for the only time in my lifetime, national political leaders championed education, especially in engineering and the sciences, and backed it with virtually unlimited resources.

In a mostly face saving endeavor, the US hastily launched Alan Shepard in the suborbital Mercury 7 mission on May 5th. By the end of May 1961, President Kennedy in a joint session of Congress, laid out his goal of sending a man to the moon by the end of the decade. An American finally orbited earth in February 1962.

The results of the race were practical and wide ranging.


Photos of earth from space bred the environmental movement. The semiconductor, telecommunications, and computer industry were major recipients of space race funding.

Latex paint, no fog goggles, synthetic fibers all began as space projects.

And who could forget Tang?



American interest in science education dried up not long after the last manned lunar mission. Money that once went to education was diverted to funding the war in Viet Nam. We've found more wars ever since.

Toad

Monday, April 11, 2011

Remember when?

The ice cream truck led us thinking of other things near and dear to our childhood hearts, but where as Dylan Thomas said, " now out of all sound."

I take you back to Spring and Summers of the early 1960's. Local governments swallowed the "better living through chemistry" mantra whole. Where there was standing water there were mosquitos, in creeks, swamps, fields, backyards. The bugs transmitted disease. Vestiges of malaria still existed in the US (albeit barely) and needed to be eradicated. DDT was a cheap,effective, well known killer of mosquitos, and right thinking municipalities would/could protect their citizens by frequently spraying copious quantities of DDT throughout residential areas.

Rachel Carson's "Silent Spring" was light years away.

You heard the truck long before you saw it, giving time to grab your bike and meet your friends before its arrival, always just about supper time. Heaven on earth for a ten year old boy was riding behind the spray truck in a poisonous DDT enriched fog. On a good night you'd go maybe a mile before the driver stopped to refill.



Looking back it probably explains a lot about my present. Most days I barely recall my name, have the attention span of a gnat, along with a life long inability to focus. Couldn't have been the toxic cocktail could it?


If Rachel is right, I'm toast, at least until Cheers reopens.

Toad (I think)

Sunday, April 10, 2011

In olden days a ....

Mrs. T and I stopped at an ice cream truck lasterday. On the back was a sign with a number to call for franchise opportunities, so we began to imagine the terms and conditions of such a program.

Here's the imagined pitch:
Become your own boss. Work when and where you want. Work hard and be well rewarded, stressing the be your own boss part.

What you do:

Sign the non-disclosure, non compete forms.

Buy necessary merchant, drivers, truck and other licenses, insurance, liability bonds, vehicle and health inspections, shots...

Buy YOUR truck from us with our generous terms. When necessary, bring it to us for necessary repairs. Will add the repairs to our usurious note.

Buy the gas.

Buy products and signs exclusively from us.

What we do:
Sell product, truck and signage to you.

Marginally better than selling knives door to door, but just barely. $4 gas may sound the death knell for the ice cream truck business. Hoping I'm wrong, cause I don't know where else bomb pops grow.

Toad

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Vimy Ridge Day


Certainly more a remembrance than celebration. A further reminder Americans, by and large, know nothing of our northern neighbors.

Vimy Ridge Day remembers those Canadians who fought in the battle of Vimy Ridge, near Arras, France during World War I.

Begun on Easter Monday, April 9, 1917, 30,000 soldiers from all 4 regiments of the Canadian Expeditionary Force fought at Vimy Ridge claiming victory on 12 April.

It was the first time the 4 Canadian regiments saw action together, which helped create a new and stronger sense of Canadian identity. After Vimy, the Canadian corps continued valor and esprit d'corps raised Canada’s international stature, eventually earning a separate Canadian signature on the Treaty of Versailles, at the end of the war.

In 2003 the Canadian government declared April 9 as “Vimy Ridge Day” to honor and remember the valiant troops who battled at Vimy Ridge.

Toad

Friday, April 8, 2011

the hairy eyeball



Ever wake sensing you're getting the hairy eyeball?

Maybe it's paranoia, but a half hour before my new wake up time (an hour and a half earlier than is my custom) I "know" I'm being sized up. Certain, that if I move a muscle I'll be devoured.

Explorers and Indian fighters knew that feeling. Many wrote of how the sound of distant drums put the fear into them, causing the bravest to see warriors in their sleep. I know that sound, the sound of dogs waking next to me, shaking their heads as they stretch, first one then the other, then all together. To hear their tags jingle is to hear the warriors. My reveille; day has begun, just not on my schedule.

very fierce warriors


Yet, they ignore my sleeping bride.

Pretending to sleep while my face is licked is a skill I refuse to master. Beginning each day laughing, no matter how much I yearn for another 10 minutes sleep is a fabulous joy. Wet noses and sharp claws digging under pillows, wagging tails slapping against the head board optimistic about the day's potential, how better to start your day? It puts me in mind of weekend mornings when my children were little. A memory that becomes brighter every day.

Or, as Mrs. T reminds each morning, there is no rest for the wicked.

Toad

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Tartan Albert's


I had ordered a pair of Albert Slippers from Del Toro last fall, liked them and wrote about my experiences, which was/is favorable. Ever since I have been on the butt end of blistering communiques from those who acted upon my recommendation and have found Del Toro near impossible to work with. For that I'm sad, I apologize. I want to think it's growing pains, but that should never become the customers problem. Consequently,until we hear otherwise, I urge caution when dealing with Del Toro. We are becoming too set in our ways to seek out more hassles in our lives. Which is unfortunate, since I badly want a pair of their new linen style.




Towards the end of January I wrote about how well I liked my Broadland Albert slippers. I liked their bespoke sizing, their pricing, turn around time and generally how well they kept me informed of the who, what, where, whens. I liked my slippers so much, I immediately ordered another pair.

This time in leather lined, Blackwatch tartan.



They arrived Wednesday, just in time for National Tartan Day. Everything I said I liked about Broadland the first time, I say again, only more so.


Toad

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Telegraph

I prefer to keep an open mind. Still, I find myself too frequently incredulous, disbelieving, cynical, head scratchingly alarmed. Often, if i feel a chill pill in order, I turn to the obits in The Telegraph for relief.

Daily, their erudite writers bring to life the best and the brightest of the recently deceased. A few minutes spent on this page teaches genuine humility, while I vainly compare my life's accomplishments with any Telegraph entry.

Today, I read of the passing of Jose Arguelles. Quoting the Telegraph: " Jose Arguelles, who “ascended on Kin 89, Red Spectral Moon” (March 23) aged 72, was a cosmic harmonist and prophet of the New Age who predicted that the winter solstice on December 21 2012 would mark the start of a new era."

Go back and count the things you've learned in just that one sentence, including new career possibilities.

"Arguelles, who styled himself Valum Votan, Closer of the Cycle and President of the Foundation for the Law of Time, claimed to have been inspired by calendars left in Central America by Maya Indians, who were in turn inspired by extraterrestrials from the Galactic Federation.

The Mayans, he claimed, tell us we entered our current stage of evolution in 3113BC when the Earth and Sun began a long journey through an energy beam emanating from the Milky Way. In 2012, the solar system would leave the beam: “As the year 2012 approaches, the planet will be humming and vibrating as never before,” Arguelles wrote in The Mayan Factor: Path Beyond Technology (1987). He wanted a “critical mass” of 144,000 New Age believers to gather at sacred sites such as Mount Olympus, the Egyptian pyramids, the Dead Sea and San Francisco Bay to witness the new dawn.

In the meantime Arguelles called for meditation to give humanity a chance to enter the New Age without mishap and on August 16 1987, from his eyrie on the slopes of Mount Hood in Oregon, he blew a conch shell to summon the world’s New Age tribes to a Harmonic Convergence. Around the world — from Glastonbury to Giza and from Ayers Rock to Central Park — thousands of people convened to chant, hum, meditate, form circles, dance and hold hands at dawn in what participants described as an attempt to change the worldwide consciousness, ground the new vibrational frequencies and save the world from destruction..."

Somehow this paid, you have to respect that.

Respects to his family.

Toad


Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Follow up


A while back I posted about Ralph's pretty good driving mocs on sale at Herrington's catalog. At $99 I found them a decent value. My only argument came with the sizing. Upon arrival of a replacement pair one whole size larger than my usual, all is well.

The online store still shows them at $99 but I have a catalog which says $89 that I used to reorder. Maybe they'll haggle.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Have you ever heard of the blood type diet?

I'm merely asking the question. I refuse to diet. I'll modify my behavior, I'll change my ways, but I will not diet. Don't ask me to, I'd hate to disappoint.

I came across a "news" item last evening promoting a new perfume based upon blood type. Naturally, type B's should smell better than type O's shouldn't they? We would want to know when an O is coming, and scent is so much better than asking citizens to carry a sign. The story alluded to the Blood Type Diet.

You must be joking, right?

Something led me astray, and like a traffic accident I couldn't turn away. I had to look. Checked my "type". It had me pegged, but then I checked my horoscope for the day and it did too.

Are they for serious? Do you have a "friend" who has tried it? Send details immediately.

Toad

Women we could love-given time

Mariska Hargitay


Daughter of Jayne Mansfield and former Mr. Universe Mickey Hargitay

Founder and chief fund raiser of The Joyful Heart Foundation a community resource working with victims of child abuse, domestic violence and sexual abuse. They could use your support. Their daily blog is here.

Toad

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Spring showers



Spring has sprung, and with it comes spring showers.

Once upon a time a gentleman carried an umbrella as a matter of course. It was part of his daily uniform, along with hat and briefcase. A throwback to days of yore when a sword was appropriate day wear for a man's battle in the city.


It's tough to find a man with an umbrella these days. For suburban Masters of the Universe the automobile and underground parking have put paid to the necessity for such stylish accessories, along with hats. Consequently, it's tough to find a well made brolly.

Shantung Silk, long the preferred fabric of choice, has joined the rotary telephone on the dustbin of history. Today's better bumbershoots use a Jacquard silk, wool and cotton blend, coated with a bit of teflon to keep the drops off.

So what'sa guy to do? Give Maglia Francesco a shot. One of the few remaining bespoke umbrella makers, as well as manufacturers for James Smith and Sons, London's famous purveyor of brollys and walking/working sticks.

Regretfully, an umbrella made to suit your unique requirements isn't cheap or quick. There are lots of options to choose from. Alternatives do exist however. You can pick up a serviceable Maglia Francesco model off the rack. The greatest selection is at Rain or Shine, next try Paul Stuart or Barney's in New York.

Toad

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Taily Day

Now that we are Scottish we need celebrate Taily Day (from the Scottish Tailie: to impress oneself).

It's been said, lovingly by some, that Scots are a bit slow on the uptake. A familiar story reminds travelers to never tell a Scot a joke on Saturday for fear he'll laugh in church on Sunday. Taily Day takes advantage of that, a day of joviality, every April 2. A day set aside for buttocks pranks and jokes. A fest which ultimately does not travel well.

The "kick me" sign is the funniest, my dour countrymen could come up with.

Should you ever wonder why Benny Hill and Monty Python were hung up on butt and flatulence jokes, blame the Scots. Everyone else does.

Toad

Friday, April 1, 2011

3ish


It's our world and we can do as we please! I found this story on Topix News and several other places, and thought you would enjoy. Consider it a refresher to an earlier post. The tags are theirs.

Part 1 (I love the last paragraph best of all)

"Congresswoman Martha Roby (R-Ala.) is sponsoring HR 205, The Geometric Simplification Act, declaring the Euclidean mathematical constant of pi to be precisely 3. The bill comes in response to data and rankings from the Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development, rating the United States' 15 year-olds 25th in the world in mathematics.

OECD is celebrating its 50th anniversary in 2011, and the Paris-based NGO released its international educational rankings, placing the US in a three-way tie for math, equaling Portugal and Ireland, just beneath No. 24 Luxembourg.

"That long-held empirical value of pi, I am not saying it should be necessarily viewed as wrong, but 3 is a lot better," said Roby, the 34-year old legislator representing Alabama's second congressional district, ushered into office in the historic 2010 Republican mid-term bonanza.

Pi has long been defined as the ratio of a circle's area to the square of its radius, with a value of approximately 3.14159. HR 205 does not change the root definition, per se. The bill simply, and legally, declares pi to be exactly 3.

Roby, raised in Montgomery, Ala., is on the House Committee on Education and theWorkforce, and the Subcommittee on Early Childhood, Elementary and Secondary Education.

"It's no panacea, but this legislation will point us in the right direction. Looking at hard data, we know our children are struggling with a heck of a lot of the math, including thegeometry incorporating pi," Roby said. "I guarantee you American scores will go up once pi is 3. It will be so much easier."

Part 2


As ya'll know, pi's are round.

April Gowk!
Toad

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